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billiewena · 1 year

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TWO YEARS SINCE NOV 5TH, 2020 as summed up by Supernatural (sequel to this)

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[image ID: screenshots of Supernatural paired with screenshots of various tweets, news headlines and Tumblr posts.

1. Castiel coming out of a closet in SPN 12x08 with screenshots of articles and videos called “Supernatural’s Misha Collins Appears to Come Out as Bisexual,” “Supernatural star Misha Collins appears to come out as Bisexual in the Best Way”, “Misha Collins Comes Out as Bisexual Footage”

2. Kevin Tran in SPN 8x01 saying “You know I’m not gay, right?” With screenshots of articles that read “Supernatural’s Misha Collins Apologizes for ‘Misspeaking’ After Appearing to Come Out As Bisexual,” “Misha Collins Is Getting Clowned About Being Bisexual Then Coming Out As Straight,” and a tweet by Misha Collins that reads, “This was not my intention so I need to correct the record: I am not bisexual. I happen to be straight, but I am also a fierce ally and the last thing I want to do is falsely co-opt the struggles of the LGBTQIA+ community 3/5”

3. Castiel telling a waitress in SPN 14x15, “And between various, steamy, erotic musings” with a screenshot of musician Perfume Genius tweet linking to the article “I have had sex with every actor from the TV show Supernatural” with the caption “I have had sex with every actor from the TV Supernatural. What follows is an account of each erotic event followed by a letter grade.”

4. Dean in SPN 10x10 saying, “And it ain’t gonna cost me a dime” with a screenshot of a tweet from @DiscussingFilm that says, “Nextstar will acquire 75% of The CW for $0. Instead, Nester will assume a significant portion of The CW’s current losses, which could exceed $100M.”

5. Dean in SPN 3x11 saying, “Come on. You love this song and you know it” with a screenshot of spnamvarchive and the 77 total videos in the #honeypie tag. There is also a screenshot of a text post by user iloveyoucas that says “OOH GIRL DONT YOU STOP DONT YOU STOP TIL YOU GET ENOUGH HONEY OH HONEY HONEYPIE HONEY HONEY HONEYPIE OOH GIRL DONT YOU STOP DON’T YOU STOP TIL YOU GET ENOUGH HONEY OH HONEY HONEYPIE HONEY HONEY HONEYPIE” with a gif of people dancing and a screenshot of a Honeypie AMV of Dean Winchester by afeelingsoweet.

6. Lilith in SPN 15x05 saying, “and his very weird, very perv-y obsession with you” with a headline that reads, “Jensen Ackles on his naked Soldier Boy intro on The Boys: ’Nothing on but a sock.”

7. Castiel in SPN 12x18 as he listens to a man say, “You know…like the Queen of England” with a screenshot of a post by whyissupernaturaltrending that says “Sept 8, 2022 - Supernatural trends because the Queen died” with a screenshot of Supernatural trending #1 on Tumblr.

8. Marie in SPN 10x05 saying, “But this is transformative fiction” with headlines that read: “Supernatural Prequel ‘The Winchesters’ Starts on The CW,” “The CW’s The Winchesters is a prequel to ‘Supernatural’”, “Jensen Ackles and The Winchesters Team Promise to carry on the Supernatural Legacy: ‘Trust us.”

9. Dean in SPN 10x05 responding to Marie saying, “You mean fan fiction” with headlines that read: “The Winchesters is a Soulless, Bland Attempt at Recapturing the Supernatural Magic”, “The Winchesters: 8 Biggest Retcons From Supernatural,” “Supernatural’s Spinoff Prequel ‘The Winchesters’ Offers Familiar Pleasures but Struggles building Its Own World: TV Review”

10. Dean in SPN 14x13 saying, “They always talk too much" with a tweet by nuttyforackles recapping a conventional panel that reads, “I should have said I love you too and hugged Cas… people will sexualize that but it’d doesn’t have to be, we were brothers in arms” - Jensen Ackles #spncon #vancon

Bonus: Lucifer talking to Dean in SPN 5x03, saying “Whatever you do, you will always end up here” with the Tumblr logo edited over Lucifer’s head.

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#here's to two years friends!#destiel #deancas #November 5th #nov 5th #nov5thposting #spn #supernatural #ntjdmakesthings #I had a moment of panic because netflix stopped allowing screenshots on mac but luckily ya boy found a workaround #my entire career as a screenshotter was almost ruined though

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things-arent-what-they-seem66 · 10 days

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Adam: Charlie, I'm starting to suspect your father might be gay.

Charlie: Wow. What made you think so?

Adam: He didn’t say "no homo" after kissing me this morning.

Charlie: Adam, you two hold hands all the time.

Adam: And?

Charlie: You are engaged.

Adam: So?

Charlie: He kissed you this morning.

Adam: What's your point?

Adam is definitely the kind of guy to kiss a man and say "No homo" as if that makes it less gay lol

Adam: We can be in a completely not gay relationship.

Charlie: You're holding hands on a date right now!

Lucifer: We are.

Adam: And? I'm not gay

Lucifer: No you're bisexual

Adam: Why would I have sex with a bike?

Lucifer: *Face palms* Not BIKEsexual you moron, bisexual. As in you like men and women.

Adam: Sounds fake but okay

#adamsapple #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel lucifer #lucifer x adam #ask #adam is a bi disaster

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candy-sticks-zaza-blogs · 2 months

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Incorrect quote Redemption Motel AU

Y/N:I'm gonna go fuck your husband now.

Lilith:WHAT?! YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO FUCK MY HUSBAND!

Y/N:(Proceed to walk away with Lucifer)

Lilith:Y/N COME BACK HERE RIGHT NOW Y/N!WTF?!

(Two overlords sitting on the barstool while getting drunk and tipsy)

Lucifer:(sighs) I miss my wife,Charlie.

Everyone:(laughs)

Lucifer:I miss her alot...I'll be back.

Y/N:WHO POSTED MY NUDES ON TWITTER.COM?!!

Vox & Velvet:(laughing)

Y/N:(looks at the picture of them that was actually posted by Valentino) OH NO...

Alastor:BITCH YOU GONNA YOUR GONNA DIE OR I'LL POPPING BETWEEN YOUR EYES!

Angel Dust:Wait I know you!I saw your dick on twitter!

Alastor:OH GODDAMMIT!

Husk: Don't touch me harlot!(Pushes Angel Dust face away)

Y/N:(Having tusk teeths issue)Can you guys stop having relationships issues while I'm on my phone with my dentist?

Vox:(Announce news TV)Do you see this?This is the diamond I am going to give to my brand-new husband and/or wife. It'll be there for the rest of time with GameCube too!So if you want-(pauses)

Angel Dust:Woah he's bisexual,I didn't know that!

Vox:By the way I'm Bisexual I forgot,I forgot to announce that-How do you turn this shit off?Wait-

Alastor: Got beaten up by Adam

Y/N & Rosie:.... Something just happened.

Y/N: (Threatening sinners)

Vox:Y/N my long lost lover it's been a-

Y/N:Hey!I told you not to bring that up anymore I'm putting the past behind me!

Y/N:You guys wanna start a polyamorous marriage?

Angel Dust:Sure.

Y/N:Well I'll be yellow!

Husk:Is this how it works?

Angel Dust:Ok.

Husk:Angel Dust your the double bottom!

Angel Dust:And I'll be the twink!

Husk:Yeah this it what I just said.

Charlie:I pronounce you Husband, Husband and Husband!

Valentino:Oh no!Mx.Kidnapper please don't hurt me!

Y/N: Don't worry I'm not gonna touch you.

Valentino:...WHY NOT?!

#hazbin hotel #incorrect quotes #hazbin hotel x reader #y/n #Redemption Motel au

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impish-ivy · 12 days

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Ok so we all know canonically all the dateables are Pan/Bi, right? Well here’s my headcanon about which label they’d prefer to identify as!

Lucifer: bisexual

Mammon: bisexual

Levi: pansexual

Satan: pansexual

Asmo: pansexual

Beel: bisexual

Belphie: bisexual

Diavolo: pansexual

Barbatos: pansexual

Simeon: pansexual

Solomon: pansexual

Thirteen: bisexual

Raphael: pansexual

Mephistopheles: bisexual

There’s no real reason for most of these other than a just cause. Feel free to share yours! :)

#obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me shall we date #omswd #headcanon #these are just for fun! ^^#you can obviously disagree #but just my own thoughts #obey me Luci-nah I ain’t gonna do that lol #I’m not gonna overflow the tags #ONLY CANON ONE IS THIRTEEN WHO HAS BI HAIR #FIGHT ME! SHES BI!!!

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kalfui · 2 months

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Saw your posts and your anon posts on Aroace Alastor and wanna chime in lol. I 100% agree with everything in those posts. And to me the best way to describe how the fandom overall has been treating him is, well.

Shipping is the adult version of taking two dolls and making them kiss, right? The show creates these characters and gives them out to the audience to play with. The lesbians get a doll, the gays get a doll, the pansexuals and the bisexuals all get dolls specifics tailored for them. And the straights are allowed to play with the dolls but ONLY IF they treat the dolls like how they’re shown in the show.

And then finally, the Aroaces get a doll, one made just for them.

Except. We’re told. That it’s not for us. That in fact, we have to share that doll with everyone else because they want to play with it too. And it’s fine, sharing is caring, right? But now they don’t want to give it back. Now they’re making that doll that was made just for us do something that it’d never do in the show. That goes against everything the show depicted that doll as. That takes away the quality about that doll that made it be just for us. They do it, and then flaunt it in our faces. And when we ask for the doll back, when we try to tell them that that’s not how it is, how it’d act, in the show or otherwise. That’s not how your supposed to play with it. They tell us that it doesn’t matter, that it’s all just pretend anyways and why are we getting so butthurt over a stupid toy?

Well, maybe we don’t like it because you have ALL THOSE OTHER toys you can play with! One for every color on the rainbow and then some. But you’re insisting you want to play with our doll, and that what made the doll special for us is wrong and broken and needs to be changed or fixed. And then insisting that this space, this doll, doesn’t fit us anymore, and that WE should be the ones to leave when we try to protest.

I have seen so many untagged sexual posts and fanart for Alastor while going through just the normal Alastor tag. And this is AFTER I filtered the tags of explicit content. Everyone and their father ships him with someone, and never with his sexuality in mind. Three posts down and and I’m reading something on how he’s married to Lucifer and they’re both fucking Vox. (Not to mention the plethora of x reader posts which is a double no because, a) that’s not me, and b) that’s not him!)

And maybe all this wouldn’t feel like such Aroace erasure if the entire freaking fandom wasn’t in on it. People will bend over backwards to make it “ok” for them to ship Alastor, but the moment they try it with some other non Aroace character they get crucified by the rest of the fandom. So what’s so fucking different when it’s an Aroace character who’s getting this treatment instead?

It’s just so exhausting filtering through the tags for content of the actual character, and not some bastardized OC who only shares his name. And then all the posts defending themselves with “but aroace people can still date and have sex, it’s a sPecTrUm!” Which is honestly the absolute worst rhetoric that has come out of this discourse. Yes there’s a spectrum! But they only care about it because it lets them justify their behavior.

Really wish they’d just, respect Alastor’s canon orientation and who he really is, and not dismiss the one trait that so many of us relate to and connect with him on.

(Don’t have to post this/respond. Just needed to get this out of my system. It’s been boiling over ever since the Alastor x Lucifer ship took over the fandom, and it’s been getting hard for me to enjoy that particular dynamic when every other post has them making out. I also kinda wish that if people are going to ship him that they didn’t, y’know, make him completely allonormative and actually explored what being in a relationship with an aspec would look like? Because how we view and how we respond to “normal sex/romance things” are inherently different from everyone else.)

It's such a normalized thing to ship Alastor. Whenever you search up Alastor on anywhere you'll see so many ship posts, and thats so.. absurd to me. People take away his character, and then cry when someone mentions it. What's the point when he's not anything like how he used to be? He's just a shell of his actual self, watered down to dad jokes, jazz music, and technology hating grandpa. No.. There's a reason why I like a character, because they're their own person. I like everything about a character, every part of a character is what makes that character up. Take it all away, it's boring, it's not fun, I don't want my doll like this.

Every time I hear someone say that aroace people can still date while talking about Alastor, I want to bang my head on a wall. Why are you trying to justify shipping him when, yes, aroace people can still date and have sex but does he look like he wants to have sex or date??? And even then, these people do not know anything about aspec people, they go and find something and then flaunt it in our faces like it's treasure, you have no idea how aspec people are, how they experience stuff, how they date and have sex, one nonaroace person said it and now everyone's using it as some "I got you" moment.

I'm tired of people telling us to calm down or that it's just fiction whenever we say they're erasing aroace rep. They've got so many different amazing relationships they could delve into, yet they want to terrorize Alastor over here, is there even a character he wasn't shipped with at some point?

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fanby-fckry · 27 days

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A Rose by Any Other Name

Day 3 of Ace Alastor Week: QPR Day

Word Count: 2,533

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon)

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Archive Warnings: None

Additional Warnings: Implied/Referenced Kink (in the form of a Fade to Black ending), Implied/Referenced Cheating (no actual cheating occurs), Period Typical Attitudes, Outdated Terminology, (see beginning notes for more info)

Characters: Alastor (Hazbin Hotel), Lucifer Magne | Morningstar, Mentioned Lilith Magne | Morningstar

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Pre-Canon, Fluff and Humor, Fluff, Humor, Attempt at Humor, Light Angst, Established Relationship, queer platonic relationship, Polyamory, Open Marriage, Lilith and Lucifer Magne | Morningstar have an Open Marriage, Asexual Alastor (Hazbin Hotel) Aromantic Asexual Alastor (Hazbin Hotel), Alastor is Bad at Feelings (Hazbin Hotel), Alastor Has a Heart (Hazbin Hotel), (but he will deny it until the day he double dies), Bisexual Lucifer Magne | Morningstar, Bisexual Disaster Lucifer Magne | Morningstar, Nonbinary Lucifer Magne | Morningstar, (yup finally getting into Luci’s gender fuckery), Talking, Conversations, Awkward Conversations, Misunderstandings, the ‘what are we?’ conversation except it’s ‘what do we call us?’, what to call your qpp when the term qpp hasn’t been invented yet, Enochian Language (Abrahamic Religions), (taking massive liberties with the Enochian language), Fade to Black, Unreliable Narrator

Series: Part 3 of Fanby’s Ace Alastor Week 2024 ( <- Prev || Next -> ) || Part 6 of The Unholy Trinity

Summary:

Lucifer rolled his eyes. “Alright, my darling, spiteful deer. If not ‘paramour,’ then what should I call you?”

Alastor maneuvered himself into a more upright position.

“Hmm,” he hummed. ‘Paramour’ certainly wasn’t the right word, but he was drawing a blank on what was.

Lucifer and Alastor try to come up with a word to describe their relationship to each other. They only get side-tracked once or five times.

Better on AO3

Author’s Notes:

During the gender fuckery portion of their discussion, Alastor uses somewhat outdated language and while he has a vague idea that gender and sex aren’t a static binary, his grasp on the subject isn’t exactly congruent with more modern views.

This fic takes place in 1943. He’s using the language he has access to at the moment, and he’s honestly a bit ahead of his time thanks to Lucifer’s influence.

This is my first time adding notes to a tumblr fic, let’s see how this goes!

It had come up unexpectedly. A word, or rather, the lack of a word.

Lucifer had been telling Alastor about a conversation he’d had with Lilith, and in passing, he’d called Alastor his ‘paramour.’

Alastor cocked his head to the side. “You still call me that?” he asked.

“Hm?” Lucifer hummed absentmindedly. “What, my paramour?”

“Yes, that,” Alastor confirmed. “It makes it sound like I’m your…” Alastor made a conscious effort not to let the corners of his smile drop. “Mistress,” he hissed through gritted teeth.

“Well, you’re not my mistress,” Lucifer said, far too casually. “Last I checked, you’re a man who uses masculine language.”

Lucifer paused. “Last I checked,” he repeated.

Alastor stared at him, unblinking, wondering what the hell he was on about.

“If you ever feel like changing that, let me know. I’d be happy to call you whatever fits best,” the Devil offered. “And Sinner forms are more malleable than you might think when it comes to physicality.”

“I…” Alastor faltered. He could sense Lucifer’s sincerity on the matter, despite it not being at all relevant.

Lucifer was, in his own words, ‘not bound by human concepts of gender,’ with a particular distaste for ‘that strange binary system that’s gotten so popular.’ He actively encouraged demons and humans alike to live as their true selves even if – hell, especially if – that truth was an unconventional one.

And while Alastor legitimately could not care less about his own gender, he didn’t have it in his heart to spurn such genuine kindness from Lucifer. “Thank you for your support on my hypothetical sex change-”

“You’re welcome!” Lucifer interjected, all sunshine and smiles, and Alastor was hit with a swift and jarring reminder that Lucifer was once a creature of Heaven.

“But that is not even remotely the point!” Alastor said, exasperated. “I meant that it implies that we’re sneaking around.”

“We are sneaking around,” Lucifer said. “You don’t want the public to know about our relationship.”

“It implies that you’re cheating on your wife!” Alastor said, finally, his voice laced with static.

“Oh,” Lucifer said in sudden realization. “I didn’t think about it like that. Lilith and I have both used ‘paramour’ to describe our other partners since the fourteenth century,” he explained. “It just doesn’t have that kind of connotation to us.”

“Well it does to me!” Alastor sighed. “It was one thing when I thought I was an affair partner, but now that I know about your arrangement with Lilith, I’d like to stop feeling like some kind of homewrecker.”

“Hold on, did you actually feel guilty about the idea that we were” – Lucifer added largely unnecessary air quotes for dramatic effect – “‘having an affair?’”

Alastor laughed mirthlessly. “Remorse is for children and weak willed men. I outgrew it by the age of ten!”

“You’re not fooling anybody,” Lucifer teased. “Even if it wasn’t guilt, you felt something. And you were happy to know that you didn’t come between Lilith and I.”

Lucifer tapped his index finger against Alastor’s chest. “You’ve got a heart in there after all.”

“Hahaha, on the contrary, my dear friend!” Alastor swiped Lucifer’s hand out of the way and placed his own hand over his heart instead, curling it into a fist as he spoke. “While I may indeed have a heart, you’ll find it’s filled to the brim with more useful things, like bloodlust and spite!”

Alastor offered Lucifer a rather patronizing smile and wrapped his arm around him, taking advantage of the smaller form Lucifer so preferred to manipulate the Devil like a ragdoll.

“There’s no room for any of that emotional nonsense you’re blathering on about,” Alastor said with a dismissive hand wave.

He pulled out all the stops – sound effects, body language, squeezing Lucifer so hard it would’ve broken his ribs if he were human.

“I need every bit of it working towards my passion for performance! My romance with radio! And of course, my one true love…” Alastor performed a mock swoon to really top things off, one that ended with Lucifer scrambling to catch him. He looked up at Lucifer with half-lidded eyes and purred the word, “Murder.”

Lucifer rolled his eyes. “Alright, my darling, spiteful deer. If not ‘paramour,’ then what should I call you?”

Alastor maneuvered himself into a more upright position.

“Hmm,” he hummed. ‘Paramour’ certainly wasn’t the right word, but he was drawing a blank on what was.

“Boyfriend?” Lucifer suggested.

“Too juvenile.” Alastor promptly shut him down. “I’m a grown man and you’re older than humanity itself.”

“Partner?”

Alastor scoffed. “What are we, cowboys? Businessmen? Coppers? Lawyers? No thank you!”

“Lover?”

“Same implications as ‘paramour,’” Alastor told him. “And it adds the assumption that I love you.”

Something constricted in Alastor’s chest. The weight that was the acknowledgement of their mis-mached attraction, the crushing pressure of expectation.

In a moment of precarious vulnerability, Alastor felt the need to explain himself, the words tumbling off his tongue before he could think to stop them. “I know that you love me, and I care for you, I really do, but…”

Lucifer’s voice cut through Alastor’s rambling. “I know,” he said, gentle yet firm. “And I don’t expect anything else from you. I’m perfectly happy with the way things are between us.”

Lucifer held out a hand, palm up, offering Alastor the opportunity to initiate the touch.

Alastor took Lucifer’s hand. The pressure eased.

“What about something more personalized to you?” Lucifer asked. “Are there any French Creole words that might fit?”

Alastor thought it over, searching his memories for words he hadn’t considered applying to himself since he was a much younger man and still under the impression that he might someday fall in love.

‘Amourè’ had roots in love, as well, and wasn’t something he’d want to be called. ‘Kalin’ was more removed, but Alastor had always found the word a bit peculiar. As a noun, it meant ‘boyfriend’ or ‘male lover,’ but as an adjective, it was used to describe someone as lazy.

“No, none that I can think of!” Alastor said, sparing Lucifer his thought process.

Lucifer hummed. “I’ll just have to continue my guessing game, then,” the Devil mused. “Darling?”

“Too generic. You use that one on everyone from your wife to your one night stands.”

“Fair point,” Lucifer conceded. “How about sweetheart?”

“Too sentimental.”

“Significant other?” Lucifer offered. “S.O. for short?”

“Implies monogamy,” Alastor noted. “Which neither of us has any desire for.”

“Admirer?”

Alastor wrinkled his nose in disgust. “That makes it sound like I’m running a Lucifer Morningstar fan club.”

“I mean,” Lucifer said, drawing out the words in a wheedling manner. “I certainly wouldn’t mind that.”

“Lucifer.”

“I’d even start a Radio Demon fan club to reciprocate,” the Devil promised.

Alastor’s smile thinned to a line. “Lucifer, I’m vetoing ‘admirer.’”

“You’re no fun sometimes,” Lucifer pouted.

Alastor pinched the bridge of his nose. “You know, I’m not exactly thrilled with the idea, myself, but every once in a while, we will have to have a serious conversation.”

“But why does this have to be one of them?” Lucifer asked. “We’ll find a word for us eventually, but what’s the rush? What’s with this sense of urgency? You’re putting yourself under so much pressure, and for what?”

“What’s in a name? That which we call a rose,

By any other word would smell as sweet.”

Quoting Romeo and Juliet was sickeningly sweet – and so very, very Lucifer that Alastor found it rather endearing in spite of himself. A Shakespearean comedy revered as a romantic tragedy, on the lips of the Devil, himself, as he tried to comfort his not-quite lover.

“Having a name for us might be helpful, but not having one isn’t going to end us.” Lucifer brought his free hand up to Alastor’s cheek, not quite touching it, and allowed Alastor to close the rest of the distance.

“You’re still my Alastor, my darling deer. I’m still your Lucifer, your Devil dearest. We’re still us.” Lucifer squeezed Alastor’s hand and gave him a pleading look. “Try and remember that, please, Al? Maybe it’ll help to take some of the pressure off.”

The realization hit Alastor like a bullet between the eyes. “I was doing it again, wasn’t I?”

Lucifer gave him a lopsided half-smile. “Getting hung up on the details, stressing the fuck out, and getting combative because things were out of your control and that scared you? Yes, yes you were.”

Alastor cursed under his breath. “Alright, how do I…” Struggling to find the right words, Alastor repeated Lucifer’s back to him. “How do I stop getting hung up on the details and stressing the fuck out?”

“Uhh,” Lucifer faltered.

You’ve got to be fucking kidding me, Alastor thought to himself. He doesn’t know either?

“Give me a minute!” Lucifer protested, as if sensing Alastor’s judgment. “It’s not something I have a problem with, myself, and Lilith’s better at giving advice without speaking from experience.”

Alastor watched the Devil flounder for a moment, taking a small amount of sadistic glee in not being the only one struggling with emotional intelligence for once.

“Alright, I got it!” Lucifer said, finally. “You trust me, right, darling?”

“Yes…” Alastor said hesitantly.

“And you choose to trust me,” the Devil continued. “It’s something that you consider to be within your control.”

That wasn’t always the case – trusting Lucifer had been entirely accidental at first; at the time, it felt very much not within Alastor’s control, which had caused Alastor a great deal of distress and nearly led him to sabotaging the relationship on multiple occasions – but now…

“Yes,” Alastor answered honestly. Because trusting Lucifer was now a conscious decision. It was a choice he’d made after waking up in bed with the Devil one October morning, and one he had continued to make every day since then.

“So choose to trust me, now,” Lucifer said. “Trust that I know what I’m talking about, here.”

“Do you know what you’re talking about?” Alastor asked.

Lucifer stuck his forked tongue out. “Rude,” he said. “But fair. I’m asking for your trust and it's well within your right to make me earn it.”

Lucifer paused for a moment, then asked, “Did you know Lilith and I didn’t have a word for what we were for centuries?”

Alastor raised one eyebrow. “I assumed you would’ve called each other husband and wife.”

“Nope,” Lucifer said, popping the ‘p’ sound at the end. “It was a good long while before either of us were ready for that.”

“I mean, Lilith left the Garden so that she could be something more than just some guy’s wife. She wasn’t exactly itching to get married again.” Lucifer ran his free hand through his hair. “And I’d just Fallen so I was still getting used to the whole ‘not dedicating my entire existence to my Father’ thing…”

The Devil got a far off look in his eyes for a moment, and Alastor found himself holding tighter to Lucifer’s hand in an effort to bring him back.

Thankfully, it worked. Lucifer smiled softly and turned his attention back to Alastor.

“There wasn’t really a word back then for someone who was a lover but not a spouse,” Lucifer said. “There were exactly two languages – well, three if you count Tongues – but not one had a word for what we were to each other.”

“Was it…” There were one thousand and one questions on Alastor’s lips. In an effort to save time, he chose the most open-ended one. “What was it like?”

“New,” Lucifer answered. “And terrifying. Everything was, back then.”

“Hm,” Alastor hummed. The words echoed back to him from inside his mind. First in Lucifer’s voice – ‘New. And terrifying. Everything was’ – and then in a voice that sounded like his own – ‘New. Terrifying. Everything is.’

“And despite it all, we survived.” Lucifer’s voice caught Alastor’s ear. “We spent almost five-hundred years hopping between various endearments with nothing ‘official’ to call ourselves because the words to describe our love just hadn’t been invented yet.”

“Almost five-hundred years,” Lucifer repeated. “So, I think you and I can manage a little longer than five minutes if you just calm the fuck down.”

Alastor laughed in spite of himself. “Alright,” he said. “As you seem to be speaking from experience, Devil dearest, I suppose I can place my trust in your time tested hands.”

“Whoo!” Lucifer cheered, face alight with the goofiest grin imaginable.

Creature of Heaven, Alastor reminded himself with a sigh. And what an odd creature he was. Alastor wondered if all angels were like this – when they weren’t coming down in droves to commit mass murder in the name of population control – or if Lucifer was an oddity amongst even his angelic kin.

Lucifer cleared his throat and schooled his features in a rather amusing attempt at seriousness. “Better?” he asked.

Alastor thought about it for a moment before answering. “Yes, actually!”

It was surprising the difference it made to hand over control of a situation rather than feel it slipping through his fingers.

The seemingly impossible task of finding a single word to describe his and Lucifer’s connection to each other was now firmly Lucifer’s responsibility – as were any potential consequences of not finding one.

Alastor didn’t need to think about the what ifs or the what nows; he didn’t need to get wrapped up in the details of linguistic origins or cultural connotations. Lucifer would find something, or he wouldn’t. And either way, they’d be alright.

“I am curious, though,” Alastor said. “About the endearments you mentioned. And how they differ from ‘official’ labels.”

“Oh, that.” Lucifer paused. “If I had to compare… They were more like ‘darling deer’ and ‘Devil dearest’ than ‘paramour’ or ‘partner.’ Words for each other, not for the relationship.”

“Hm,” Alastor hummed, curiosity far from sated. He knew that these ancient endearments were in tongues he couldn’t understand, and yet, he couldn’t help but wonder…

“Tell me one,” Alastor demanded.

Lucifer got a dreamy look in his eyes. “I used to call Lilith” – Lucifer made a sound that Alastor could never hope to replicate, even with the entirety of Hell’s airwaves at his disposal. Perhaps if he had Heaven’s, he might get somewhere close, but it’d never match the reverence with which Lucifer spoke.

It was beautiful, melodic, Heavenly. And for the first time in quite some time, Alastor found himself genuinely awed by Lucifer’s angelic nature.

“It’s the Enochian word for ‘song,’” Lucifer explained.

“Fitting,” Alastor whispered, somewhat breathless. “It sounded like music.”

Lucifer laughed. “Oh the whole language is a bit musical,” he said.

The Devil gasped. “Wait, that’s it!”

“What?” Alastor asked. “What is it?”

“Flame,” Lucifer said, eyes lit up like the sun. “As in, I don’t want to set the world on fire,” he sang.

By the next line, Alastor was singing along with him, the instrumental playing behind them.

“I just want to start

A flame in your heart.”

Alastor kissed Lucifer with rare softness. “It’s perfect,” he whispered against the Devil’s lips.

“Told you we’d last more than five minutes,” Lucifer teased.

Alastor bit him in retaliation. And well, it rather devolved from there.

#fanby’s fuckery #fanby’s fics #acealastorweek2024 #hazbin hotel #alastor #aroace alastor #asexual alastor #aromantic alastor #lucifer hazbin hotel #qpr radioapple #radioapple #radioapplesiren #hazbin hotel fanfic #hazbin hotel fanfiction

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xielianslver · 1 day

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@ponkch0

YAYY A QUESTION

idk if this makes sense but yh

I briefly touched on this in my divine warriors explanation here.

Irene: Irene is worshipped all over the regions although most commonly in Ru'aun. Where the Church of Irene has the most control. Because of this and because Ru'aun's cultures are very closely aligned together there isn't much difference from village to village. Irene is associated with doves and lavender, around churches and royalty/nobles homes, you will see statues of doves and fields of lavender. It's very much like how people in the west worship gods. Very Catholicism coded if you will. They have cathedrals, stained glass depicting her and the other Divine (excluding Shad other than depictions of them "killing" him), and painted walls.

They make plays and either play in theaters or churches, depicting different parts of her life, they write about her (fanfics basically (Dante's inferno reference)), sculpt her, paint her, pray to her. Practious modesty, and whatever screwy things the church has painted her out to be.

older paintings depict her eating a heart so many priests eat hearts (Zane eats actual human hearts)

yeah so like Catholicism

yep

Shad: (I'll be using he/him for Shad as of right now) Very rarely worshipped as he's seen as the worst of the worst. So there isn't a select region that worships him. But those who do are either people who are edgy or those that want to go against the church. Any depictions of him that were prais have been burned and the only depictions of him are those of him being tortured or the great war between him and the Divine.

Any statues of him have crumbled to the ground and those who worship him are seen as less than. As well in every depiction of him, his gender is different. In one she is a woman, the next he is a man, and after then they'll be neither or both. This is depicted as such because of Shads fluidity in his gender. So he is commonly worshipped as many genders. (She's so cool)

Crows and Lily of the Valleys are associated with him as well. Back after the great war. The church used to take crows and burn them as offerings to Irene (ew) nowadays they are more or less treated like how cats were treated in the Dark ages and how crows normally are treated. Lily of the Valleys are often burned at funerals to "ward off Shad's spirit". (whatever tf that means) Lily is also a name rarely used and if you use it for your child you're either an Irene stan or a Shad stan.

Depending on which will grant you immunity to twitter discourse or you'll be doxxed. /j

Lucifer and how the church sees satanism core

(w/o the wings)

doomed yuri go burrrrr

Esmund: Also Ru'aun core sadly. But the reason for this is because he is seen almost as Irene's right hand rather than an equal (by the church).

He is very rarely worshipped anywhere except Ru'aun but Gal'Ruk seems to like him (and shipping him with Enki, there are a lot of writings about them) (which is funny because Enki was in love with Esmund's brother).

He isn't worshipped like Irene, he's more personal if you will. Depends on the village but most worship him to a degree, there are like 2 villages that ONLY worship him.

Shields usually have his symbol embedded onto them and jewelry is a very common thing for those following his faith. (he is associated with both of these).

There is a common saying (used towards men/masc presenting ppl) "Beautiful like Esmunds jewels." (erm something like that), it's basically saying you are coming close to matching Esmunds beauty.

Catholicism but in a pretty greek gay way

bisexual ahhh

boom catholic bitches done, wait for me to come up w/ ideas for Menphia, Enki and Kul'Zak later

#ask #answered #aphmau #aphmau minecraft diaries #minecraft diaries #aphmau mcd #divine warriors #irene the matron #shad the destroyer #esmund the protector #menphia the fury #kul'zak the wanderer #enki the keeper #catholiscism

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froggiequeennadi · 2 months

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Charlie Morningstar from hazbin is essentially me if she was wayyyyyy shorter and Latina

(You can skip to the end for more of my art if u want)

Same golden retriever energy that never wants to harm anyone UNLESS they DARE to even think about hurting our friends and found family.

Also Disney princess wearing a POWERSUIT vibes but cursing IS ME LMAO

Side note I hate looking to feminine for some reason so I will constantly wear a dress and suit jacket for formal wear or smth like that

My friends kept calling me Charlie as the mum of the group that keeps everyone else from burning down a building but I’ve accepted it.

Bout the art

1. I love them vaggie and Lucifer are my FAVORITE CHARACTERS IN THE SERIES. Alastor can -figuratively we all know he’s ace guys and no one knows where on the spectrum- go fuck himself.

2. I think my art purrrty -at least right now, give it 5 minutes.-

3. Chaggie and huskerdust for the win

In conclusion, Charlie is my spirit animal, and if you just skipped to the end for my drawing of her and vaggie then know that it is not just because she’s bisexual. Even tho I’m bisexual too… dating a man rn tho

#hazbin hotel fanart #hazbin #charlie morningstar #hazbin hotel charlie #vaggie #hazbin vaggie #chaggie #mini rant #charlie is my spirit animal #bisexual

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orionsangel86 · 1 year

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Thinking about Sandman ships this morning and wondering why we are all ignoring Johanna Constantine.

She's a messy disaster bisexual who had oodles of sexual chemistry with Dream and could totally canonically know Hob Gadling.

I know the Dream/Hob/Calliope throuple is popular and I do get it if you are a fan of the show only, but I find it impossible to ship Dream/Calliope after knowing the comic story. Its just too sad and honestly, our girl can do better.

I like that they ramped up the romance there and the "i would kill for you" attitude from Morpheus in episode 11 so yeah totally get why we are swooning over that, but I think there are other less painful ships to explore.

Johanna Constantine is an amazing character and this fandom is sadly sleeping on her.

She should totally get to have a very messy disastrous affair with Morpheus and then break his heart worse than Thessaly ever could. She should then move on and date Death just to twist the knife. THAT would be an awesome ship.

Put her in a throuple with Dream and Hob instead. She'd be walking all over both of them and having the time of her life doing so.

Actually we should also be shipping her with Lucifer. Classic enemies to lovers right there given the job profession and quite frankly I'd love to see Gwendoline Christie step on that feisty little bisexual disaster. Possibly the only time I dont view Johanna as a total dom.

Dream may be the fandom bicycle, but Johanna Constantine should be the fandom bus. Making her way through every character sometimes at the same time.

Just a thought.

#the sandman #dream of the endless #johanna constantine #dreamling #dream x johanna #lucifer morningstar #death of the endless #fandom shipping

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starrclownshazbinblog · 3 months

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I would like some Charlie facts.

Also facts about souls. You made Husk trans; would that mean he has a male soul in a female body, so when he dies, instead of it being female, it should male. He wouldn't have the biological problems of being tansgender. So Husk should need Birth Control pills... or have periods, right?

Let's answer that second part first.

How I have it in my rewrite how you apper in hell depends on two things:

1. Who you are physically and

2. Who you are as a person. Like your character.

Let's use Mimzy as a example. Mimzy is a siren. That's why she has her bird legs. The reason she's a siren is because she is a amazing singer and she lures men into her before she robs them. Let's say that Mimzy was transgender when she was alive. If Mimzy would have gotten top surgery then she would have appeared in hell with that top surgery.

The reason husk still has to deal with periods and things along those lines despite being a boy is because he never had surgery when he was alive. (He couldn't afford it.)

Your soul only has to do with your character. Like if you were a bad person. Your soul can effect your appearance but it's mostly litteraly what you looked like.

Now into Charlie facts!!

☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★

Mama's girl. She doesn't have a good relationship with her dad.

Loves pineapple. Will eat it with EVERYTHING.

Doesn't chew her food. She swallows shit whole.

Charlie is navie, but she isn't stupid. She knows these people did bad things and that's why they're here.

Charlie actually has some pretty bad anger issues when people don't do what she wants. Considering Charlie is a litteraly puppet and how she was raised, Charlie has the mentality that she just has to make people do what she wants and things will go smoothly. The others don't agree with this.

Charlie actually has no idea what people look like. Yeah she's seen photos but fashion sense, time period, the photo quality always changes.

Charlie litteraly doesn't have a heart. Again, she is a puppet.

Charlie can be pretty bossy to people. Expectially people she know won't fight her on it.

Charlie is bisexual with a preference towards woman.

Charlie resents most sinners she comes across. She doesn't understand why they would waste their one change to go to heaven. She doesn't really understand that people have diffrent serverities of crimes and or were forced into a life of crime because that's how they were raised (Angel).

Charlie headbutts people to show affection because she's a goat.

Charlie can take off her limbs and rearrange them. She thinks it's fun! Others don't.

Charlie likes milkshakes. Like alot.

Charlie can spit fire.

While Charlie doesn't LIKE killing sinners, she will if she's pushed far enough.

Charlie tries to have a relationship with Lucifer but he's pretty cold and distant. This leads to Charlie being cold and distant right back. It's a never ending cycle.

Charlie decently shows double standards.

Charlie crys alot. She's very emotional.

Charlie doesn't have beauty standards. She likes how she looks and if you don't then you can get bent.

Charlie despite all her flaws is a very loving girlfriend. Maybe too loving sometimes.

Glad someone finally asked about Charlie. I've been waiting on it.

- ⭐️StarClown⭐️

#hazbin hotel rewrite #hazbin hotel critical #hazbin hotel criticism #hazbin hotel rewrite blog #hazbin hotel charlie

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things-arent-what-they-seem66 · 10 days

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*kicks down door* I'm back for part 2!

26. “I’ll give you two seconds to take that back.” 10. “Please don’t tell me we’re nothing to you… That I mean nothing after everything’s that happened.” 12. “If you ever need me, I’ll be right here. Just as I’ve always been.” 25. “Why does it have to be her? Why can’t it be me?”

My thoughts/ideas: Lilith returns a while after Adam and Lucifer have started engaging in their weird situationship (mostly just them having sex and Adam having a bit of a bisexual crisis). When Adam tries to ask Lucifer what will happen to their relationship with Lilith back, Luci basically denies that they had a relationship to begin with. Adam gets upset, asks him if it meant nothing, and when he gets just silence in response, he just decides to drop it and walk away. Angel comes to comfort him (Holydust friendship <33) and Adam gets to bitch about Lilith for a bit.

Feel free to adjust any parts of the prompts and ideas as you please, have fun :D

Indigo (back on that angst train as usual)

Adamsapple and Holydust friendship!! Did we just become best friends?! :D

Hope you like it! Spicy ending on my Ao3 account ;)

It has taken Adam a long time to come to terms with the fact that he was bisexual and even a little longer to be comfortable with liking men in general. Not only that, but that he may have a preference for men and taking it up the ass. Especially if the man giving it to him was the King of Hell, Lucifer himself.

At first he had panicked, thought that something was wrong with him. But after a lot of soul searching and a few helpful books he swiped from Charlie he eventually came around to not hating the idea. It made having a relationship with Lucifer all that much easier.

Adam felt that their relationship was on an upswing, things were fine right now.

Until she walked in the front doors of the hotel.

Lilith, with her ever beautiful golden hair, violet eyes, red horns, smoking body concealed in a flowing purple gown stood there with all the poise and grace of the queen she once was. Adam thought that Lucifer would have yelled at her for being gone so long, it's been twelve years now.

But no, he went over to her and kissed the back of her hand in greeting, eyes shining and smile wide and ever present.

It made Adam's heart sink down low into a dark place. "Oh look, the Queen of Hell is back. Looks like Lucifer won't be needing his precious little boy toy anymore." Alastor sneered in Adams ear.

He turned a glare to the radio demon, face dark he flipped him off. "Fuck off, Bambi." Adam stomped away.

Lucifer wouldn't just throw away what they had. That bitch had been MIA for years! Adam had been here the whole time! He growled to himself, he really hated her especially after what she did back in Eden, Adam may have been a dick, but he never laid a hand on her. Not like she did to him.

He banished those thoughts, now was not the time.

"Oh, you're here?" He heard Liliths distanful voice call out his way.

"Yeah, I see you are too. What's the matter, heaven not fucking good enough for you anymore?" Adam growled, he crossed his arms over his chest as he looked the first woman on the eye.

Lilith's face darkened. "The beach can only be so beautiful for so long. Beside, I jad to come home to MY family. From the whispers that I've heard, you've been playing house with my husband while I've been gone." She smirked at the way her words crawled under Adam's skin like some infectious disease.

Adam scoffed, "Bitch please, at least I didn't abandon the people you oh so claim to fucking love."

"Look here you little prick, you will not speak to me that way. I'm the Queen around here and you are nobody. You always have been." Lilith and Adam shared a glaring match for a while, the room getting thick with tension.

"Ha! Oookay, let's break this up. Charlie! Can you show your mother around? I've got something to do." Lucifer said as he tried to keep the first man and woman away from each other. Charlie gently came over and took her mom by the arm as Lucifer dragged Adam away down the hall. "What the hell has gotten into you?"

"Me!? Are you serious right now, she was a bigger cunt than I was out there."

"Adam she's my wife."

"Who fucking ditched you to get a tan in heaven. Open your eyes Luci, she doesn't love you." Adam said, then added. "Fuck, what does this even mean for us?"

Lucifer blinked. "Us?"

Adam rolles his eyes. "Yeah, us, our relationship. Now that queen bitch is back, how are you going to tell her about us?"

"There's nothing to tell."

"The fuck do you mean 'nothing to tell'? We've been doing this for a while now." Adam gestured to them with his hands.

Lucifer shook his head with a smile. "Adam, buddy, there is no us. There has never been an us. We've been sleeping together sure, but nothing more than that."

Adam could not even begin to describe the feeling of the amount of hurt those words brought him. "I'll give you two fucking second to take that back." His voice was low, trying to keep the emotion out of it. How the fuck could he say that to him? After all the ups and downs they went through in the last couple of years, the emotional turmoil they put the other through, all the heart ache and working through their problems so that they could finally be together? Nothing!?

"What did you think we were?"

Adam had thought they were boyfriends. Now he wasn't so sure where he stood. He refused to believe he meant nothing. "We, well I thought...." Adam trailed off, he didn't want to say it. His heart thumped painfully in his chest.

He loved him.

Adam felt his eyes water, he suddenly felt sick to his stomach. Did he fall in love and Lucifer was only getting laid? He felt like a fucking chick. "Please don't tell me that what we have nothing is to you...... That I mean nothing after everything that has fucking happened between us." All he got was silence and a confused and conflicted look on Lucifer's face.

Fuck.

Adam swore he heard his heart crack, the silence between them deafing and all the answer he needed. He never meant anything, had he really been that fucking delusional? Adam felt his lip quiver and he turned away. He wouldn't let this prick see him cry. A tear rolled down his cheek, his chest and throat felt tight. "You need to make a fucking choice, Lucifer. Her or me. If you choose her, I'm not gonna fucking stick around to watch." Adam started to leave down the hall. "If you need me I'll be right here. Like I always have been." Adam briskly took off down the hall, not looking back at Lucifer.

"Adam. Adam!" Lucifer called after him but Adam ignored him. He couldn't deal with this right now.

He didn't even know which way he was going, his vision blurry from the tears that pooled there, the ones not running down his face. Fuck, was he sobbing? Adam felt emense pain and numbness all at once, like his heart had been torn out, placed in a blender and the liquid remains dumped back inside the hollow of his chest.

"Ooof!" Adam bumped into someone, he really didn't want to be around anyone right, he wanted to go to his room and cry his heart out. All he saw was a pink blob through his tear filled eyes, he blinked and Angel became more clear. "Angel?"

"Adam? What the fuck is wrong, what happened? Why are you crying?" Angel asked, he looked Adam over to see if he was hurt.

Adam felt like he couldn't speak, his airway closing off it felt like he might suffocate. "Luc....Lu..." Was all he could get out before he burst into tears. He felt Angel bring him into a hug, his face ended up in his chest fluff as he sobbed, Adam held ths spider demon back in a tight grip.

"Shhh, it's gonna be okay. Come on, let's go back to my room. Tell me what happened." Angel said as he guided a sobbing Adam to his room. He has never seen the sinner this upset before. Angel thinks this is probably the first time he's seen Adam really cry, full on sobbing and shaking. They've been friends for a while now, so it felt like his duty as the best friend to take care of him. When they got to Angels room, Adam sat down on the bed and hugged a pillow to his chest. He screamed into it for a solid minute, until he needed air. Pulling away he gasped for air, Adam stared blankly at the floor, numbness setting in.

He felt Angel sit beside him. "I take it this has to do with Charlie's mom making an appearance."

"Partly."

"What else?"

Adam bit his lip, fuck emotions were hard. "Luc...Lu..." Fuck he couldn't even say his name. "He says that there was never an us." And saying that out loud made Adam's heart snap in two, falling into a dark pit inside of him.

Angels eyes widened. "He said what!? Is he fucking high?" How could Lucifer say that to Adam? A blind man could see how much the devil was in love with him. So why lie?

"That bitch comes back from her little getaway and suddenly I don't fucking matter. Like the last three FUCKING YEARS DIDN'T MATTER." Adam's eyes flashed red, his anger spilling in. Finally an emotion he could handle. "AFTER EVERYTHING I FUCKING DID FOR HIM HE'S JUST GONNA THROW ME AWAY! JUST LIKE BACK IN THAT FUCKING GARDEN, HE CHOSE HER!!" His grip threatened to rip the pillow in half, a wave of sadness hits him again, his eyes go back to their golden color. He felt like a dirty fucking mistress, a place holder, a bed warmer. "W-we've been on dates for fuck sakes!" Adam pulled out his phone, he ignored the texts from Lucifer. For now. He opened his camera roll and the first photo was of him and Lucifer on their last date.

It was about two weeks ago, they went to Lu Lu World for the day. The picture was of them kissing at the top of the farris wheel at night. The carnival lights on the background, Lucifer's right hand was in Adams hair, the other holding his chin as he kissed him. Adam had taken the picture with his right, his left was holding Lucifer's right wrist. They made out for a while up there, like they were fhe only two people in all of Hell. Adam remembered how that kiss made him feel, like they were finally able to be happy with each other.

He showed Angel the picture. "How the fuck can he say that this meant nothing?!" Fuck, he was going to cry again.

Angel took the phone and gazed at the picture. He also remembered that day, him and Husk were on that ride too. "Yeah, you guys look happy here." If Lucifer wasn't the King of Hell or Charlie's dad he would kick his fucking ass, how could he do this to Adam? What a dick. He gave Adam back his phone. "Do you want to talk about it? What's going to happen?"

"I told him to make a chose. Me or her."

"I hope he chooses you, I've been rooting for you guys. Your love story is as tragic as it is beautiful." Angel tried, he didn't want to give Adam false hope but he also didn't want to shit on the guys feelings.

Adam snorted, "Yeah real fucking beautiful." His face drooped, he felt hollow knowing what was going to come soon. "Why does it have to ne her? Why can't it be me? Why can't he ever choose me?"

Angel had never heard Adam sound so defeated. "Well, if he does end up picking her he's making one hell of a mistake. I mean look at you! You're the hottest thing going. No one else in this dumpster fire has eyes like yours, or looks like you do. You're one of a kind." He smiled when he saw Adam's lip twitch in a smile. "Tell you what, when you're ready, I'll doll you up to make you even hotter, we'll go out drinking, find you a honey to rock your world so hard you'll forget the pricks name."

"Thanks Angel." Adam smiled sadly, it did sound like a fun time, but his heart ached at the thought of not being with Lucifer. "But, I don't know when that will be."

Angel brought him into a hug, which Adam returned. "When you're ready big guy. Just let me know." They stayed like that for a while, just holding each other. "Not to be a downer, but what will you do after?"

Adam stiffened. "I'll leave."

"Leave?"

"Leave the hotel. Though I'm not too sure where I'll go or if I even actually can leave. The prick still owns my soul."

"You can't fucking leave! Who the hell will I bitch about Val to?" They both gave a small laugh. "What is your beef with Lilith anyway?"

Adam pulled back. "That bitch is the biggest manipulative control freak to ever exist. That fucking book of the story of Hell is a lie! She flipped the script. She nearly fucking choked me to death in that garden." Adam swallowed the unpleasant memory. He could still feel her hands on his neck. "Lucifer saw her and stopped her, but he still chose her." That had cut him deep. The king was never going to chose him would he?

Angel knew that the book of Hell wasn't entirely accurate, but to that extent? Shit. "Fuck that bitch and not on a sexy way. You deserve better."

"I thought I finally had that...."

Angel's phone went off, he groaned when he saw who was calling. "What Val? Yes, yes. I know. Right now? It really can't wait? Fine fine, give me ten." He hung up. "I gotta go, bud. But stay in here as long as you need. Nugs is here, he likes cuddles. I'll be back as soon as I can." Angel ruffled Adam's hair and stood up. Fucking Val, he always has bad timing.

Adam watched as Angel got his things for work and took off. He picked up Nugs and nuzzled the little pig before setting him back down. As nice as it was for Angel to let him stay, he should go back to his own room. He needed to wash the day off of him. With one more pat to the little pig, Adam left for his room that was on the other side of the hotel.

He was just outside his door when he heard his voice. "Adam. Can we talk?"

Adam turned to see Lucifer standing there, he looked upset. "If you've come to tell me you chose that cunt, don't bother. I already knew you would." He turned back to open his door.

"No. I didn't choose her."

Those words stopped Adam in his tracks, halfway in the door. He turned to look at the King. "What?"

Adam was pulled forward, his lips colliding with Lucifer's. He gasped, allowing the devil to sneak his tongue in his mouth and Adam cursed himself for melting. How that one kiss soothed his aching heart and made him weak in the knees, equal parts loving and hating it. He couldn't help the weak moan that escaped him when a hand pulled gently on his hair.

When they pulled apart, he looked into those glowing demonic red and yellow eyes that bore into his golden ones. "I'm sorry." Lucifer started. "I'm sorry for what I said before. You mean the fucking world to me Adam, and I hate that it took me nearly losing you to admit that." He pressed their foreheads together. "What I had with Lilith isn't there anymore. That spark died long ago. What we have, isn't a spark." Lucifer smiled. "It's a flame." He connected their lips again in a softer kiss, it was one like they shared on the farris wheel.

"What about Lilith?"

"What about her? If she wants to be in Charlie's life then that is her business. But regarding our marriage.... That's been over a long time. Besides," Lucifer ran his fingers through Adams hair. "I've moved on."

"Then why did you say those things?"

"I didn't know how emotionally invested you were and I thought I was making it easier for you to walk away. I can't picture my afterlife without you, Adam."

Adam felt a wobbly smile creep onto his face. "Yeah?"

"Yeah. I will spend the rest of my life showing you how much you mean to me. How much I love you." Lucifer smiled at him, and Adams heart leaped, like every word stitched it back together.

His eyes felt wet, though these tears were not sad. "I love you too, Luci."

"Let me show you, how much I love you.~" Lucifer said, his eyes half lidded and soft.

Adam bit his lip, face warming. "Okay."

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dilemmaontwolegs · 2 years

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Lightbringer’s Champion

Dream of the Endless/Morpheus x f!demon!reader , Johanna Constantine x f!demon!reader x Dream of the Endless/Morpheus , Johanna Constantine x reader

Summary: 50 years after fulfilling your contract Lucifer finally learns of your deception. Taking your punishment in stride you have to make sure you don't miss your yearly appointment - a certain occultist's birthday. Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, violence, fighting, blood, dom/sub dynamic, bondage, unprotected sex (does dream sex count?), oral, bisexual reader WC: 3.6k

This is the second instalment of works in The Anthology of Asmodeus’ Heir. Part One: The Devil is in the Details Part Two: Lightbringer’s Champion Part Three: A Demon’s Work Is Never Done Part Four: Rise of the Fallen Part Five: Queen of the Damned

A/N: Reblogs are super appreciated 💜

You knew it was only a matter of time before Abaddon mustered up the courage to advise Lucifer of his failure. You snickered as you imagined how that conversation went.

“I gave the contract to your Champion.”

“She is my Champion because she is cunning and intelligent, devious through and through.” Lucifer would have sighed, casting a look of annoyance to Mazikeen who would be struggling not to chuckle. “She is not like your bloodthirsty dogs.”

“She’s a demon, like the rest of us.”

“She is Asmodeus’ Heir, do not fool yourself into thinking that makes her a simple demon like the rest of you.”

For nearly 50 years you had been waiting for the summoning. Finally, the wait was over.

A piercing ringing echoed around your head and the taste of brimstone filled your mouth as you strolled through Westminster. Stumbling into the closest holographone box, you slammed the door shut and wiped at the black blood that oozed over your top lip.

“Bitch,” you snarled as you peered through a glass pane and found Lucifer staring back. “You couldn’t have just called?”

The phone in the box rang as she turned away and snapped her fingers. The city scape burned to ash until you found yourself in the war room, high in the mountains that oversaw Hell.

Taking a seat on the edge of the fire pit, you warmed your hands and ignored Mazikeen’s quiet presence in the shadows. “Imagine if the world found out that Lucifer Morningstar had a sense of humour.”

Her glowering Majesty ignored you as she stood at the open balcony, monitoring the movement of demons far below. Unable to resist riling her up, you followed her with a slow sway in your step.

“Then again, God’s favourite falling from the Silver City - that’s the biggest joke of all. Anyone with half a brain would see that you haven’t fallen quite as far as you would have us believe. Isn’t that right, Samae-“

“Enough!” It was barely a whisper but you felt the fire of her breath burning your ears and you smirked at the outburst.

“Relax, Lucy, your secret is safe with me. Oooph, you are tense.” you purred, dragging a fingernail down the ridge between her wings. “You know I could help remedy that.”

A sensuous laugh trickled across your lips as the temperature across the domain flashed hotter but her face remained as passive as always.

“You will not be laughing soon, I assure you,” Lucifer said as she turned, the hooked claw at the peak of her wings twitching in anticipation. “Your atonement awaits.”

“Will it take long?” you asked with a smile that sent other demons running. “I have a birthday party tomorrow. My favourite necromancer is turning 80, a new record I think.”

“You might have to take a rain check.” Lucifer curled her finger towards you and pointed to the edge of the cliff. Mazikeen snapped her teeth in your ear, her silent footsteps creeping up behind you and forcing you to step up, toes hanging over the lip of the stone.

“Show them why you are my Champion.”

Lucifer’s wing battered your back and sent you tumbling into a freefall. Your back arch as you twisted around, throwing a vulgar gesture back at her before curling back to brace for the landing that was quickly arriving.

Red rock dust erupted as you slammed to the ground, your bones rattling from your toes to your teeth. Cracks spiderwebbed across the ground and there was a distinct outline of your fist and knee in the epicentre that you rose from. Hundreds of demons surrounded you as the dust settled, all waiting to take their pound of flesh for your failure.

“Still think he was worth it?” Lucifer asked as her voice carried across the legion.

“Fuck him and find out.” You craned your head back and grinned up at her. “It might just feel like Heaven.”

Lucifer merely nodded her head to the hordes of demons that encircled you. “Begin.”

The hiss of a blade slicing through the air had you diving to the ground and sweeping out the mottled legs of another demon waiting to attack you. You could scent the putrid aroma of their Sathanas’ bloodline all around, wrath demons - mindless killing beasts who fed on anger. You would use their bloodthirst to your advantage.

A wave of power released from you in a blast that threw the closest demons to the ground but it was by no means an attack. It was a calling card to the sadists that called this place home. It was a welcome mat laid out for them to join the fray.

Your power surged as they arrived and crashed into the ranks of demons wanting a piece of you. They had no dilemma at killing their own kind and took pleasure in causing pain, pleasure you fed on.

“Is this the best you have!” You screamed as you ripped your blade from the throat of an unworthy opponent and left the body piled upon the last while you parried a blow destined to remove your head from your shoulders. “Are you sure you want to win the holy war? It doesn’t seem to me like you are even trying if this is anything to show.”

You knew her majesty was listening to every word that came from your mouth, just as she was watching disinterested from her balcony. She may not have been affected by them but the wrath demons around you lost their minds at the taunt, maiming each other as they scrapped to get closer to you.

“So eager to die,” you said with a small laugh. “Sorry to cut this short, as fun as it has been, but I have somewhere I need to be.”

The reservoir of power you had been filling from the sadists fighting and fucking across the battle was released in a flood as you dropped the walls that contained them. The ground shook at the wave of flame that erupted from you and even Lucifer sat up a little straighter as it turned the demons on the killing field to ash.

Black blood caked your clothes, some of it from the lucky few whose blades kissed your skin, and you wrinkled your nose at the stench that remained. You knew you looked as disgusting as you felt covered from head to toe with the muck, but you bowed to Lucifer anyway. “Always a pleasure entertaining you, your majesty.”

“Get out before I gut you myself,” she sneered as she dropped from the sky and looked down her nose at you, pride shining in the depth of those disdainful eyes.

“Happy Birthday!”

“Speak up, demon-bitch,” Johanna swore with her frail voice.

You placed the cake that said ‘Congrats, your not dead’ on the table and reached for the volume control of her hearing aid, tucking her grey hair out of the way.

“It’s you’re, not your.” Johanna said as she speared her fork into the cake without waiting for a piece to be cut.

“The baker won’t be making that mistake again,” you smirked, grabbing your own fork and digging in.

“You killed them over a spelling mistake?”

“What? No, I enrolled them in English lessons.” You choked on your cake and took a gulp of the whiskey she had poured you. “You think so lowly of me.”

“You are a demon,” she said with a rasp before reaching for the oxygen mask that never left her side.

“Exactly, I could give you a good ten years if you sold me your soul. No more of this coughing and dentures bullshit.”

She rolled her milky eyes and turned her attention back to the cake, pushing the crumbs and icing around her plate. “I thought about it, believe me.”

“Then what do you want for your birthday? If I can’t give you that.”

She took a long drink that emptied her glass and you poured her another when she tapped the rim impatiently. “There is something.”

“This is familiar,” you chuckled as you tested the bonds that tied your wrists to the headboard and spied Dream in the shadows of the room. “Hello Morpheus, come to join in the fun?”

His head cocked to the side a moment before the bedroom door opened and Johanna stepped into the room. With Morpheus conducting the setting, she was poised in her prime. Long dark hair fell over her shoulder, a stark contrast to the white trench coat she had favoured back in the 20’s, and her bright eyes were radiant with her refreshed adulthood.

“Good, you didn’t start without me.” Ever the blunt necromancer, she was already unbuttoning the coat and revealing what she wore beneath.

“It is your birthday,” Morpheus said with a small amused smile. “We are at your service, Constantine.”

Morpheus was his own man but he was more than happy to cede control for one night to the femdom, so long as he wasn’t bound. Especially when she dropped the trench coat and stepped out of the material pooling at her feet. The black catsuit covered most of her skin but left little to the imagination as it hugged every curve and contour. Even Morpheus seemed lost for words.

“Doesn’t my pretty demon look so delicious strung up like that?” she purred as she caught Dream’s jaw in her hand and turned his head to look at you.

“Mouth wateringly so,” he hummed as he drank you in.

Your power rose as the scent of their lust filled the room and your chest rose and fell in greedy gasps as you drew it all in. They both watched you writhe in their ecstasy that you bathed in and the fun hadn’t even started. Moisture pooled at your core and your toes curled, the rope rubbing at your ankles as you tried to close your legs for any friction you could make. But the bonds held tight and they had a front row seat at the foot of the bed to see your arousal glisten in the candle light.

With a slow tantalising release of her hold on Morpheus, Johanna tip-toed so her lips brushed his ear and whispered, “Bon appetit.”

You could have caught fire with his stare alone, the hunger of a starved man. When had you last sought his bed? Time lost meaning when you had eternity. The only time you measured were Johanna’s mortal days, wondering which would be her last. Destined to watch her turn to dust just like her namesake.

You shivered at the thought but it was quickly swept from your mind as Morpheus’ tongue lashed through your folds and he growled at the taste he had enjoyed and missed. Your cries filled the room as he imbibed himself on your pussy until you were a wet, whimpering mess, boneless and disjointed with your release. You could do nothing, think of nothing as you lay flaccid amongst the sheets, arms and legs still spread wide, pussy still trembling with aftershocks.

Johanna beckoned Morpheus with a curl of her manicured finger and he crushed his lips to hers, sharing the taste of your pleasure on his tongue. “Do you want to fuck her? Yeah? I see it when you look at her. I can’t blame you. Her cunt is so fucking tight when she comes.”

A soft mewl escaped your dry lips at the sight of them watching you, Johanna’s fingers working their way down Dream’s body until they disappeared into his dark wash jeans and he groaned at the strokes she gave him. “Have you imagined her lips wrapped around your cock? I have. Fuck, I’ve dreamt of it more than anything else.”

“I know you did,” he rasped as he swallowed deeply. “As did I.”

The rope burned your wrists as you tried to reach for them, the ache between your legs growing with each passing moment. If it were merely ropes from The Waking you could have snapped them with half a thought but this was Dream’s realm and its strength superior to yours.

Johanna gripped the back of Morpheus’ cloak and tore it off him, her nails shredding through his shirt and tossing it aside next. The candle light cast shadows across the planes of his chest and you licked your lips as you memorised the defined muscles along his stomach that you knew intimately. You had licked your way over them many times in the last five decades, tracing the valleys and dips all the way to the dark curls that teased your skin when you took him in your mouth.

Dream shivered with pleasure as Johanna raked her nails down his chest, five angry red lines rising in its wake. His eyes shone with the light of a thousand stars when she pushed his jeans over his hips and his cock sprang free, your teeth drawing blood as you almost bit through your lip. The rush of power had goosebumps prickling over your skin.

Leather creaked as Johanna pushed him away from you, his body falling gracefully into the chaise before she parted his knees and dropped between them. You screamed as you tugged on the ropes, rattling the headboard as her body blocked all view of what she was doing to him.

You could hear the soft wet sounds, see her hair swaying as she bobbed up and down but him, oh he was in a state of bliss. His eyes were hooded as they held yours, his pale fingers splayed across the back of Johanna’s head and entwined in the dark strands as his guttural moan filled the room.

“Your demon is enjoying the show,” Morpheus all but purred to Johanna as his hips bucked up to meet her mouth.

Johanna swirled her tongue around the head of his cock one last time before pulling away and smiling at the tortured look on your face. “Want a taste?”

You nodded shamelessly as she crossed the room, climbing between your legs and up your body until she was pressed chest to chest. Her lips were swollen and pink as they danced along your skin, kissing your collarbone, neck, jaw, cheeks, but not your lips that were desperate for the taste she offered.

“Cruel, beautiful mistress,” you growled as she teased you further, her leather clad breasts gliding over your peaked nipples and her hips rolling over your belly as she straddled you.

“Morpheus,” she beckoned over her shoulder and you knew the torture was just beginning as the bed dipped and he knelt between your legs, watching your expression over her shoulder. His fingers found the seam between her legs, the weak link in her leather armour, and tore the second skin apart so he could bury himself in her dripping folds. “Fuck, yes.”

Her gasp parted her lips and you stole the taste she had taunted you with, your tongue delving into her mouth and she let you in. Her nails pierced your shoulders as she clung to you, submitting herself to the feel of her body igniting between you and Morpheus. The pain only heightened your pleasure and your breasts tingled with every shift of her body being ridden above you.

Morpheus shifted, pulling Johanna’s hips closer to yours and your pussy clenched as you felt each long stroke tease your clit before he bottomed out in her and drew a whimper at the depth. If you had a soul, you would have sold it at that moment, to feel what she felt. The air was thick with her lust, your lust, his lust, it was everywhere. It both suffocated and gave you life, it drove you wild.

You rolled your hips, chasing the friction he could provide and your moans echoed Johanna’s, her eyes wide and bright as her orgasm threw her head back with a silent cry. Your teeth grazed her racing pulse and you chuckled in her ear as she collapsed on top of you but the sound caught in your throat as Morpheus spread your folds and pushed his bulbous head through your entrance.

“Where?” he asked through clenched teeth as he gripped your thighs tight enough to bruise.

Your walls fluttered in response. “In me.”

A growl rumbled from his chest and the shadows behind him morphed into that of a wolf and your head swam as the high from feeding seemed enough to turn your brain to mush. Dizzy and alight, your head fell back to the mattress as the pressure continued to build low in your abdomen. Close, so close.

Morpheus’ breaths came loud and uneven and his nails threatened to draw blood as he tightened his hold to starve of his release until you reached yours. One moment, one bite. That was all it took.

Johanna regained enough control of her body as she felt your back arch beneath her and she bit down on the soft flesh above your collar. The bolt of lightning that electrified your entire body sent a wave of pleasure erupting in an all consuming body orgasm. Her mouth stole your screams, inhaling them as your body trembled and flames licked every surface of the room.

Morpheus shuddered as he felt your pussy tighten around him and he could hold out no longer, your quivering core milking him for all he had. Aftershocks pulsed through you as he remained buried as deep as possible, filling you with his seed until he was completely spent and fell back on his heels panting.

The ropes on your limbs disappeared and you wrapped your arms around Johanna while Morpheus caught his breath. “What next? The night is still young.”

Johanna laughed and shook her head, her dark hair shimmering in the light of those harmless flames that danced around the room. “The night may be but I’m not. Thank you.”

“It was our pleasure,” Morpheus smiled as you hid your face from her.

“What a send off,” she said with a wink, “just like the good old days.”

She disappeared and you missed the reassuring weight of her body on yours the second it was gone.

“Wasn’t it just,” you murmured to yourself.

You woke up as you felt a presence in the room where you slept, your back clicking as rose from the chair beside her bed. The youthful skin was lost to The Dreaming but the wrinkles that webbed Johanna’s face were almost erased as she slept peacefully.

“It’s time,” Death said softly as she walked past you. “She had far more than she was supposed to.”

“I won’t apologise for that.” You would never apologise for protecting the occultist, there were too few people you had ever cared about so when you did, you were limitless in what you would do for them. “Will you walk with her to the Sunless Lands, please?”

Death nodded as she took Johanna’s hand and woke her up. “Come on, love, we have a long road ahead of us.”

“It’s about damn time,” Johanna grumbled and looked back at her body still tucked up in bed. “I thought you were never going to come for me.”

You couldn’t help but laugh until your throat constricted and they turned and disappeared onto the road you couldn’t follow. Defiant to the end, fearless even in death. “Farewell, my Lady.”

“I’m sorry for your loss, again,” Morpheus said as he swept into the room. “Did she ever suspect?”

“Johanna was nothing but stubborn.” You cast your hand over the bed and let your flames cleanse her body from The Waking so that no being, mortal or immortal, could disturb her eternal rest again. “If she suspected, she never mentioned it.”

“Why didn’t you burn her bones last time? You knew what she was.”

The practitioners of the dark arts had known she was a necromancer and used her bones for rebirth centuries after her death. Lady Johanna, your first love, wasn’t a namesake - they were the same soul reborn from her stolen bones and purposed to hunt demons once again. Even you couldn’t ignore the irony in that.

“The last we spoke she said she never wanted me to speak to her, see her or touch her again.” You walked away from the room that was nothing more than ash and cinders, Morpheus silently following. “It was the one promise I kept.”

“What are your plans now? Dare I ask.”

You threw a smirk over your shoulder and felt the earth burning at your feet, the ground tearing a gaping hole that led straight into the heart of Hell. “The war horn has been blown, it seems we are enemies once more.”

His lips curled up in a tight lipped smile as he bowed his head. “I thoroughly enjoyed our last dance, I look forward to this next song.”

You took a step down into the chasm before pausing. “I often have to sleep with one eye open, given the company I keep.”

“Naturally,” he chuckled.

“But if I find myself in The Dreaming I wouldn’t oppose the company of his Majesty.”

He took your hand and raised it to his lips, kissing your knuckles before nodding and reaching into the pouch at his side. The sand swirled around his feet ready to take him home.

Unable to resist, you called out through the small eddying sand storm, “By company, I mean your cock.”

His deep laugh echoed around the quiet street as he disappeared and you grinned as you tipped back, free falling through into the fires that welcomed you home.

Click here for the third instalment of The Anthology of Asmodeus’ Heir: A Demon’s Work Is Never Done

#the sandman fanfic #Morpheus smut #dream of the endless x reader #dream of the endless smut #morpheus x you #morpheus x reader #dream of the endless imagine #Johanna Constantine x reader #Johanna Constantine x dream

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fantasiacafecat · 10 months

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I noticed I didn't post any LGBTQ+ stuff or any Skyrim modded Follower content in more than a week. So why not make both right now?

Lgbtq+ headcanons with the Dovahkrew

These are Sexuality and romantic orientations not gender orientation headcanons. Sorry. These are also MY headcanons so if they don't match up with your headcanons it's not personal so please don't get mad at me. I am curious to see your headcanons as well though.

Inigo- Heteroflexible. He is most definitely interested in women and I always head canon that after the events of Skyrim he does settle down with the woman of his dreams who just happens to own a sweet roll shop. But I also feel like he would definitely point out a man's beauty. He seems like a very comfortable in his Sexuality kind of guy.

Lucien- Questioning Asexual Biromantic. He seems more interested in knowledge and learning other things than a relationship. And if someone did ask about his orientations then I feel like he wouldn't be able to answer that because he doesn't really try to experiment with romance of any kind.

Kaidan- Bisexual with maybe a fem preference (including feminine or men). I also see him as Pansexual because honestly I don't think he really cares about what gender his lover is.

Auri- Sapphic or Lesbian. I mean her creator basically made it Canon that she Prefers women.

Rumarin- Panflux 100%. Gender doesn't get in the way when it comes to any type of attraction to one another.

Vilja- I really only know her from a video of Inigo dialogue they have together. If I had to make a guess I would say she's straight or Pan, but I'm leading more into Straight.

Sofia- Bi with a big male preference.

Hoth- I really wish there were more videos and content on his commentary in Skyrim because I don't have him, but I'm interested him so much that I'd love to know more about his character. I feel like he doesn't use labels and gender isn't that much of an issue when it comes to love.

Taliesin- Pansexual. I mean come on its THE Talisman.

Gore (aka bby girl)- Questioning Omnisexual. It just feels right to me

Caryalind- I can't remember if rabbit said his sexuality was Demiromantic Asexual. I know he is Ace (or at least on the Ace spectrum) but I can't remember is they anything about being demi. I think he's Demiromantic.

Lucifer- Polysexual but I feel like he does have a male preference though I could be very very wrong. It's so funny because I play with him a lot on Skyrim but barely know anything about him. He holds grudges, he's very secretive (good on him because i would be too if i was in his situation), and he loves argonians. He seems to look up to Xelzaz and Inigo (and in some sense he does seem to be very enthusiastic when first meeting Nebarra until he realizes he doesnt like his personality) a lot which is what fueled my belief that he's maybe Achillean (Sapphic but for masculine terms instead of feminine).

Nebarra- I 100% believe that he refuses to use any labels. I think he might lean toward women a bit more, but that would only be because of how altmer are only raised to make the perfect child, so opposite sex relationships are probably the most common in the Summerset Isles. His fixation with Niranye and past relationship with Camia shows that. He doesn't seem Asexual because he doesn't hide the fact that he does enjoy the idea of doing the naughty naughty. His commentary on Dibella, Dibella Sybil quest, in the Night to Remember he says how he hopes we got to experience the Dibellan arts, and how he jokes about being Lucifer's father just prove that.

Xelzaz- Don't get mad at me, but I think he's straight. He says when hes ready he's like to marry a female argonian, and the only other time he's fallen I love was with another girl. I don't think he's asexual, but I think he definitely isn't very interested in it though we wouldn't really know because he seems very adamant on wanting to keep that part of his life private (as he should I love a king that doesn't feel like he has to tell us his sexual life).

Remiel- Asexual Panromantic. It was already proved Canon that she's Asexual. I had the conversation with her where she tells is she doesn't feel sexual feelings towards someone as she does with romantic feelings (also good on her. Not every relationship needs to have sexual desire in them). She's fallen in love with boys before and didn't seem too mad about being arranged to another man so I don't want to label her as Sapphic. And she does fall in love with you regardless of gender and I haven't seen anything that says she has a preference from the creator so I believe she's panromantic.

Secunda- I really don't know her that much yet as I'm still playing with her. First impressions is telling me panflux though I could be wrong though.

Extra!

Serana- Without the SDA. She always gave me Asexual Biromantic vibes.

Teldryn Sero- Haven't started A serious Teldryn mod yet so I don't know too too much about his personal preferences, but he seems like the type who doesn't really use labels. Though I'm positive he is Bisexual.

Karina- Panromantic Demisexual. It was confirmed by the one who made her @jewelthejaguar742

Arstul- Asexual Omniromantic with a male preference. Talked with @joonjii about it and it's confirmed. However, they also said he could be panromantic with a male preference too but they said my opinion was valid and technically right.

I might post sexuality headcanons for all my dragonborn and follower ocs

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applesontheground · 1 year

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🕯️mama didn't raise a quitter ⛓️

happy multi-may! i'm a little late but i'm watching Joy Ride 3 with my homies tonight, so the timing was important to give you guys another installment of these two bastards barely managing during a threesome. this isn't a hard sequel to push and shove, but the love bite that the reader received in the aforementioned are called back to at one point. that's really it, though, so it's not terribly necessary to read the former if you haven't!

also, since they asked for a tag when i finally posted this: @bisexual-horror-fan @tinalbion @lucifers-horror-harem ♡♡♡

NSFW | Word Count: 3,254 | Bo Sinclair x GN Reader x Rusty Nail

contains polyamory/threesome, slight dubcon, hinted age gap, ogling, unhealthy dynamics, teasing, GN penetration, handjobs, slapping, possessive talk, be warned: the hinge poly comes off its hinges

🎼: x

You didn’t quell either of them so much as you simply acted as a buffer. These wires still had their moments of crossing – Bo saying one thing too much that made Rusty lose his temper, or the vice versa that was twice as dangerous.

Sometimes, it felt more like a custody battle than an open relationship between the two of them. It was such a chore some nights to talk one man into staying the night with the other, still falling into the standard of wanting you to themselves. Rusty didn’t care to challenge taking Bo from Ambrose, and Bo was some days far too conservative to open the bedroom to another person. You weren’t sure what it would take, but you also knew you weren’t going to keep trying to encourage it if neither of them would go for it.

It had to fall into their hands eventually.

Rusty liked to get out of town, but just like with the sleepovers, dragging Bo with the two of you was like herding trigger-happy cats. You finally got him by pointing out no one in the right mind would travel to Ambrose during bad weather. As he got in the truck, a begrudging passenger simply because he didn’t feel like arguing, he made sure to still give the cold shoulder while adjusting in his seat.

It only lead to him rubbing against you with his rain-spotted arm on accident while doing so. You glanced up, smiling when it got his attention and gaining that friendly wag of the eyebrows in return. Soon, it became a downcast look over towards the shirt that was open one button too low. Even in the wake of summer rain in the South, it was still insanely humid. It kind of made the two common weather afflictions even worse, the edges of your hair curling twice as much in the damp air and causing you to sweat alongside being soaked from the storm.

“Ever heard of keeping your eyes forward, Bo?” Rusty chided, putting the truck into motion while prematurely smiling at what he knew would follow. The other man spat, “You should do the same, not worry ‘bout me for once.” He looked to you for rebuttal, and not wanting to sink your heels into anyone’s camp you merely pecked a kiss on his cheek, remaining silent. It was hard to play the field some days because quiet only did so much. Rusty didn’t mind quiet, but it sometimes hit a bad spot in Bo that made him desperate for an answer.

The rest of the ride was a calculated effort to keep the affection divvied out, leaning on Bo’s shoulder but also having a hand on Rusty’s thigh in the process. Sure, this got exhausting, but you were adamant to keep the peace because you loved both men. Even if they didn’t particularly mesh with each other, you found yourself having trouble with sleep without the demanding snuggles from each dude nowadays. It got suffocating, but in the turmoil of these two you found that you were reaching an almost codependent point where you needed it that way to stomach the constant bickering, and the constant roughness around the relationship’s edges.

Still, a quaint diner that sat in the middle of open field – right by the tree line where the trek to Ambrose would start through the forest – was decided on after Bo found the open horizon a little daunting. He played it as “needing to stay close in case the brothers need me”. Rusty and you obliged, the soft spot for his close-knit family coming along with him rather easily. If only Rusty and Bo could find common ground like they do with Les and Vincent, you silently mulled.

Truck stops were uncommon the closer you strayed to Ambrose, which made the fact that Rusty even ran into you kind of a strike of weirdly placed luck. It had almost been a year since that happened, and even a couple months was all the two of you had before finding Ambrose and getting caught in Bo’s waxwork web. The closest analogy you considered was like finding an Easter egg in some fresh April grass, but as you took a sip of your coffee you glanced to Bo scanning the room, one arm sliding over the back of the booth as he pretended to stretch, getting a better view of the people at the counter all while still trying to appear idle with his observation, you found that pastel colored jewel rotted to a color a tad darker in your head.

Still, it made you smirk, the hand that wasn’t holding your mug going over to drag gently along the edge of his ring while you did your own quiet people watching.

You would assume Rusty had an aversion to light with how low he wore his hat, even indoors. You teased that it looked like he was sleeping half the time, trying to play it off by hiding his face any time more than two people were in the room with him. You smirked at the sight of it, blowing in his direction even. He slowly turned his head, and you giggled, “Just making sure you aren’t nodding off.”

“You know I can’t sleep with this many people around, [Y/N].” Rusty drawled, “Really wouldn’t mind if you didn’t get off on embarrassing me.” You hummed at that, almost understanding as you then eased, “Sorry, Rusty. I can find a way to make it up to you if you’d like.”

Bo snorted, but he ignored it and asked back, “Being a little negotiator. Old habits always seem to die hard with you.”

“Did you need more coffee, [sir/ma’am]?” Your eyes were torn away from him, all three of you eyeing the waiter standing by the outside of the booth. Looking down at your quarter-full mug, you then replied, “Oh, sure.” As he poured, you piped up just as quickly, “Thank you,”

The second that smile came over your face, it was like blood in the water. You couldn’t help it; you worked as a waitress for one of your first jobs, so the urge to be overtly kind was often potent at restaurants. Still, he then smiled back a little too widely – something you didn’t react to until he walked away. Your bright expression deflated, and you saw either man on your shoulders from your peripherals. They had their arms folded on the table, acting nonchalantly for the same reasons of saving face, being cordial.

When he wasn’t looking, though, they both were quick to give him a fair sizing up. “…Y’don’t like it either?” Bo’s hand slid from the back of the booth, landing on the shoulder furthest away from him as he caught the way Rusty was staring along with him.

Enveloped in the warmth and the phantom of cigarettes on both his flannel and his breath, he muttered to him, “Think we both need some retribution for bringin’ our [fella/gal/baby] out here just to be toyed with.” Rusty shook his head at that, hat worn lower as he scoffed, “You’re not being sly, Sinclair.”

“That’s right, m’not. I don’t pussyfoot it like the both of you.” His finger trailed up, gently grazing the side of your neck and only growing more friendly and lavish as he noticed the way it made your skin tighten, the bumps revealing under fluorescent lights. “I’m saying we should take this little heartbreaker home after this, where [he/she belongs / they belong].” You gave him a cautious glance, assurance that you knew your best spot was right in the middle of the two of them. Rusty caught the stare, and you shifted to give it to him, too. You even smiled a little in the same fashion. It was your trademark at this point.

“Don’t think it’s your fault, [cowboy/little miss],” Rusty hummed, and he adjusted in his seat as he mentioned, “But the boy’s got a point. Gettin’ a little too friendly with strangers.”

“And you know how dangerous that can get,” Bo reminded you from the other side, making your smile feign into something more sheepish as you murmured, “You both know I didn’t mean anything by it. Why are you so antsy?”

Rusty gestured briefly to the counter, “Waiter boy doesn’t know that, now does he?” Bo grinned, a rare bout of toothiness as he then snickered, “Probably thinks Rusty’s your daddy.” You bit your tongue at that; partially to keep from smiling and another part to keep a joke about how that wasn’t necessarily wrong to yourself. The older man leaned against the table now, crossing his arms and giving Bo a sharp glance as he brought up, “Sure, and you can be her shit-kicker boyfriend-“Your heart sat in your throat as you felt Bo’s movement lose its softness against your throat, slow down and finally curl back around your shoulder, “who don’t know how to act when in front of the parents. Fits you rather nicely.”

He then laughed, a rather wicked smile as he picked up on the shift in demeanor. You merely looked down at the table. It was your turn to do the soothing, rubbing the knuckles that were still around your shoulder with the hand that wasn’t currently set against his side, and he muttered, “Funny. You’re real funny, Rusty.”

“Well, I can be funnier when we get back. Give you my own retribution along with [Y/N].” Rusty then replied.

With how tense the booth became, you weren’t sure if you were even hungry anymore.

They could be heinous in broad daylight, but in the cover of the Sinclair home, the blinds in Bo’s bedroom drawn tight and thunder from outside quelling anything from leaving the walls with its own cacophony, you were in a familiar position between the two men rather fast.

It was a reverse from your last romp, Rusty now the one you were using for support while Bo was easing up from behind, not shy to jerk your hips to where he needed them, feeling the anger from earlier coming out in how quick his blunt nails were scratching your skin raw where your hips and thighs met. It was a welcome intrusion, painful in the way that made you relish in such a primal, gut-socking hurt as it dripped from the precum into your senses. His cock took its time prodding your entrance before finding the way, a brute force that was sharp enough to make you squeal.

Still, he looked up at the man on the other end of you, and suddenly his erection fell out, hipbone colliding with you and making you wince a second time. Before you could assure him it was fine and even plead for him to try again, Rusty’s hand slid over the top of your head, pushing your face down close to his lap.

“I don’t remember datin’ a quitter.”

“Ain’t dating you.” Bo reminded him as he tried to shift his focus back to you, one hand between your shoulder blades and pushing down so you were at an angle where you absolutely battered by his gaining motions. You tried to raise your head up again to moan but was subsided by Rusty putting his hand over your mouth, callouses itching your upper lip as he took a long look into your eyes, then back to the man behind you.

“Sure, if it helps you get along that's fine, but I still sleep in your bed. Let you sleep in mine ‘longside [Y/N] in the occasion you think about leavin’ home.” His hand fell from your mouth, thumb settled on your bottom lip as you tried to stare up at him from crossing eyes, Bo still not letting up despite failing to tune the other man out.

“Again, don’t remember asking you any of this shit.” Bo retorted, but he was trying to distract himself with re-entering. The second time, you were prepared and it felt twice as good when he slid inside again, your back arching as you began the fight to keep at least slightly upright, clinging to the back of Rusty’s neck, a dog to how husky his breathing had gotten as you were to the pressure from Bo.

You caught your window moaned out, “Bo, that’s good. Could you s-stop arguing and fuck me already, I-“ That alone was enough to get him to lash out, arms hooking around your torso, cradling your [breasts/pecs] with one arm as he pulled your back to his chest, fucking with a newfound, enraged pace. “Fine. Fuckin’ fine, but I’m getting’ you to myself, wanna see that pretty goddamn face. Here you go,” He said under his breath, teeth glinting in the dim light, but soon relaxing as you turned to jelly to see you easily fit snug against him, “There you go.”

He couldn’t fucking linger, once again snapping his gaze to look at Rusty, mouth slightly open as he cupped your jaw, eyes darting from the man on the other side to down at you mewling with a tipped back head, resting in the crook of his shoulder as the words all fell to the wayside now.

“Fuckin' crybaby.” He murmured in your ear, not shy with an open hand to tap your face, make you groan in both response and in the sheer pleasure from it.

Rusty chuckled as you couldn’t help the drool fall from the corner of your mouth, making another overwhelmed groan through a strong exhale, trying to catch your breath but your chest once again constricting at another quiet noise in your ear from Bo. “Well, [he/she/they] might be a little too worn down for me, boy. How’s about you and I go at it when you’re done doin’ what you’re doin’?”

“Hell no.” Bo snarled, but your eyes popped a little wider to feel the suggestion had made his cock throb in your walls, and you only clenched in response. Holding where his forearm was barred around your chest, you smirked to yourself, wondering where this was about to go before humming as a way to fall back into the jostling you were receiving, your [cunt/hole] starting to ache from all the movement.

“I won’t mark you up, know that ain’t your favorite. That’s just for [Y/N], ain’t that right, [little lady/cowboy]?” You hummed in affirmation, and it only made Bo huff along in bemusement, his hand trailing to touch the bite marks still showing against your ribcage, press a little just to hear you cry out again.

Rusty leaned in, making you whimper in submission to the imposing of his figure, but smile a little in the well-known excitement to get both in close quarters. “I know what you like, Bo. You like a hand ‘round that cock, don’t you?”

“Shut up.” He gritted, the first remnants of a final spray of precum making your thighs shiver against his. He had to catch his breath after those two words, once again looking away from the both of you as he tried to focus on how you felt. You were becoming lightheaded, out of tune with the two of them to stop the bickering and seeping with warmth. You were sure to fall flat on your face into the bed if Bo stopped holding you against him, being the full support and knowing it as his grip adjusted.

“I’ve slipped my finger in you before. Thought you’d pass out from how hard it made you. Came all over our pretty [boy/girl/baby’s] face, too.” He didn’t dare touch you while Bo had his hands on you, yet Rusty didn't have to as he suddenly sputtered in his movements as Bo saw it clear as day in his mind, and it took him to the edge.

“That’s right. Still gets you all worked up even if you won’t admit it. It’s alright, I enjoy the look of it, too.” Rusty eased him down, the younger man’s panting long and heavy in your ear, almost as humid against your skin as the rainy summer air you had been feeling not even an hour ago, warmth seeping into your body as he thoroughly drove upwards in fluid thrusts.

The breathing broke down into quiet moans, something you knew he could let out in a louder fashion if he wanted. He looked down, almost turning into you to hide in your hair as your hand trailed up, stroking his brown curls and even turning your head to kiss him, your walls spasming against his body as he fell flaccid, cock still settled inside of you. He was covering your nipples with his arm, a subconscious act of possessive nature.

You were regaining the critical thought in your mind, and now curious. Still pressing feather light kisses against Bo’s face, your eyes then darted back to Rusty. He wasn’t interested in you anymore, per se, and that was a new thing. Something you found you didn’t mind, now leaning out of the way and smiling at him so he could see the confused, slightly shaken man behind you.

You didn’t think he could have eyes for Bo, too, but here you all were. Like a pressure to keep them cordial was slipping out of your responsibility, you murmured, “Want me to get out the way, Rusty?”

Bo flinched a little, but Rusty perked at that and hummed, “That’d be nice of you, [babydoll/pretty boy].” You couldn’t help it, Bo letting go finally and you nearly crashing into the other man, pressing another adoring kiss to his lips before scrambling out of the other man's lap. Bo was still reeling from the last rut, but you gave support in arms around his waist, tucked close over one shoulder despite being out of sight.

It was exhilarating to see them face to face, and you whispered, “No shame in this, Bo. He’ll treat you well, figure out what makes you scream. Believe me.” His eyes were downcast, unable to keep from getting a little hard in record time, face flaring in a flustered color. You encouraged it, smiling against his throat, “That’s it. Look at you, I didn’t know you could get hard that fast.”

“Quit,” He finally chided, but he was holding your leg that framed his with a ferocity refusing to reveal itself as nerve.

“Not asking you to like me, Bo. Just askin’ you to work with me for a change.” You knew where Rusty's hand had found itself, Bo’s entire body growing tense but quickly shivering with an almost frightened level of ecstasy after the initial hold went around him. You did your best to quell the ferocity, kissing up and down the column of his neck, feeling Rusty’s other hand come around to brace your other leg to his hip.

“Both of us can’t get enough of you,” You whispered, and Bo tried to make his voice gruff at that to groan, but it cracked: he merely hummed in another bout of desperation, head tipping down as he spat, “Swear to god if you tear my dick off-“

You couldn’t help it, laughing and hiding your face against his bare shoulder as Rusty paused and Bo smirked at him. Rusty almost wanted to laugh, merely tipping his head in a bemused acknowledgement before the younger man finally let his hands slide up his counterpart's thighs, and he then added just for good measure under his breath.

“Don’t remember datin’ a quitter.”

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