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bloodblotz · 2 months

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Task From Heaven

Hazbin Hotel x Angel!Reader

Post Hazbin Hotel Season 1

The reader is an angel from heaven tasked by the Heavenly Courtroom to aid the Hazbin Hotel and its goal on rehabilitating Sinners.

Part 1

The order given was simple in nature but couldn’t be any less difficult: aid Princess Charlie Morningstar in her quest to redeem Sinners so they may see the golden gates of Heaven.

Definitely simple of a goal but complicated in nature. There was a reason it had never been accomplished or attempted before, for the sheer controversy of trying to redeem a person who had already made their choices were hard to sway.

Sir Pentious had given Heaven much to think about and as such the buzz that a Sinner had somehow become a Winner was unheard of.

For God to have such forgiveness for a sinful man, who were angels not to follow in their Father? And as such, you were sent down to the Hazbin Hotel to aid the Princess in her endeavours to save Sinners from their fiery fates.

The air in Hell was heavy with smoke and brimstone, making your nose wrinkle in the slightest. Back in Heaven the air was sleek and clear, as fresh as a meadow far from any sort of city. It was just one of the many things that you would have to get used to.

The hotel came to view, a grand thing it was, with its name in tall and bright letters that flashed with pride.

Landing gracefully onto the pavement, you quietly tucked your wings away as to not be seen by the average Sinner. Although your halo remained stubbornly atop your head.

Entering the hotel, it was just as large as it was on the outside. The ceilings were tall enough as to not induce claustrophobia.

“Hello! Welcome to the—” a young woman’s cheerful voice welcomed you as you make your way to the foyer. It stopped abruptly as you make your way closer to the stairs. Dressed in a bright red suit with long blonde hair tied in a long braid was the Princess of Hell: Charlie Morningstar. She stood shocked at the sight of you— well, more so your halo than just the appearance of you.

You give a cordial smile as you spread out your wings in a way that you know was probably sinful pride in your appearance. Your wings stretched to showcase pure plumes of white, stark against the harsh reds of Hell.

“Greetings to the Princess of Hell,” you start, voice soft as to adhere to image of angelic. “I am Y/N, have no fear as I have come to aid Sinners with redemption on behalf of Heaven.”

The Princess guffaws for a long second, a thousand emotions that were too quick to read flickering across her face. Her companions were not so hard to read as wariness spread across their faces. One in particular, a young woman with long hair and an interesting ‘x’ atop one of her eyes. Similar to an exorcist, you idly note.

The long haired woman thrust a spear in your face, an angelic spear you notice. Her mouth is twisted into a snarl as she holds an unwavering spear to your throat.

“What business does Heaven want now? Extermination is over.”

You smile, bringing a finger to the point and pushing it down slightly. “Have no fear, I have no intention in hurting any Sinner of the sort.” The woman’s face is stone, making it clear that she has yet to believe you. “I was sent by Heaven to aid in redeeming Sinners.”

The woman scoffs but is quickly calmed by a gentle hand to her shoulder. The Princess looks at you. Her face is not unkind but isn’t entirely friendly. Her face swims with wariness.

“I thought Heaven didn’t believe in the redemption of Sinners.” Despite her wariness, her eyes shines with hope. “What changed?”

Your disbelief makes it way forward. Don’t they know? They had to know that one of their very own residents made it to Heaven, and yet their wary faces tells you otherwise.

“One of your own occupants have been redeemed.” You start, projecting an image of the serpent into her palm. His heavenly image is revealed to the Princess whose eyes shine with emotion. “This changes everything, don’t you think? Because of this, Heaven is willing to help in your crusade.”

Something in your heart twists at the unshed tears in the Princess’ eyes.

You let the Princess take the image of Sir Pentious, watching as she cradles it like was something precious. The rest of her companions stare down at the ball with a range of disbelief and relief.

You were ready to meet an incarnation of evil, a product of Hell and Lucifer. In the end, Hell’s daughter is nothing but a kind girl.

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Parts:

1 2 3

#hazbin hotel #hazbin spoilers #hazbin hotel x reader #charlie morningstar #vaggie #angel!reader #post season 1

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exuberantocean · 4 months

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Fire Extinguishers

"Hey Aziraphale!" Crowley calls as he enters the bookshop.

"Crowley," Aziraphale looks up from his book with a smile which swiftly turns into a solid frown. "Another?"

"Well, you know. They're practically giving them away at the store. On sale and all that. And I thought..." Crowley shrugs as he places the fire extinguisher down in front of the angel. It makes a big thump sound as it hits the desk.

Aziraphale, with purposeful calm, places a bookmark into his book, places the book to the side, and stands up.

Crowley's looking around the desk.

"I've put the others in various locations around the bookshop. Hardly practical to keep all twenty-seven of them next to my desk, now is it?"

"Yeah, no. Hmm," Crowley plays with the tag on the extinguisher for a moment. "Maybe just this one, you know. Never hurts to have one near to where you sit."

#good omens #post season 1 #crowley #aziraphale #ficlet #my writing

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hiraeth-doux · 4 months

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today never happened before

summary:

She plopped into the chair next to Loki’s, knocking his elbow off the armrest between them.

He elbowed her back, immediately, but Sylvie held her ground. Or, well, a piece of upholstered plastic.

He glowered at her. She offered him a smile that was more a grimace than anything else.

And then they pointedly looked away from one another.

...or the one where Sylvie and Loki run into each other at an airport where they are both stuck because of a snow storm. Canon divergence, post-S1.

author's note: i was aiming to write a fun one-shot, and this is what came out of it. enjoy!

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In retrospect, she should have seen this coming.

After burning her breakfast and spilling piping-hot coffee on herself—with minimal damage, thankfully; after being sprayed by sludge after some jerk hadn’t bothered slowing down as he raced across that puddle; after she had set off every metal detector at the airport because—surprise!—hiding one's sword from sight with magic (seeing as how walking around or flying with one was apparently frowned upon on Earth) didn’t make it actually disappear…

After all of that, it would only make sense for the worst snowstorm of the decade–if Sylvie were to believe the newscasters–to sweep over the city and ground every plane.

Typical.

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#loki #loki series #loki laufeyson #sylvie laufeydottir #loki x sylvie #sylvie x loki #lokiedit #my fic #idiots in love #but also bitter exes (in a way)#post season 1 #season 2 never happened and never will!#fight me

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thesourstrawberries · 2 months

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I need the Hazbin Hotel fanfic community to make a The Good Place au.

The episodes where Micheal, Shaun, and the Judge, sends the four humans back to earth to prove that they can still get better without Micheal's intervention in a not simulated "good place".... but then Michael interferes anyway and makes Elenor, Jason, and Tahani go to Chidi's lecture.

What if in order to prove sinners can improve to heaven Charlie sends Angel Dust, Husk, Alastor, Nifty, and Cheri Bomb back to earth (perhaps in moderns times but manipulating their memories so it is normal to them all) and then puts them together to see if they are better.

With Lucifer, Charlie, Sera, Vaggie, and Sir Pentious watching from heaven the events that unfold.

I'm sure at one point Lucifer, Charlie, Vaggie, go to help them if they go to earth to help them lmao

#please make this happen #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fanfiction #the good place au #post season 1 #fanfiction writers come forth!#my phone keeps changing Vaggie to VeggieTales

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vigsilantes · 2 years

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date night (adrian chase x reader)

Pairing: Adrian Chase x Reader Summary: you and adrian are on a date and run into the 11th street kids. Word Count: 1.5k Tags: Established Relationship, Reader-Insert, Gender-Neutral Pronouns, Fluff, Making Out, Idiots in Love, Swearing, Drinking, Post Season 1, Comfort, Warnings: swearing, drinking

>>>(read on ao3)<<<

It was very rare for you and Adrian to go on dates. With all of the missions you go on with the team, and also working your separate jobs, there is never time to just go out for the night and have some fun. Even before you both met the 11th Street Kids, when you first started dating, you only went on a small handful of actual dates. It doesn’t bother either of you though, because working and living together makes you happy. But, on the very rare occasion you have time off, you and Adrian try to have fun.

Tonight, Harcourt shockingly gave everyone the night off, which you and Adrian were grateful for. In the Vigilante-mobile leaving the team, you were incredibly happy. With you and Adrian both not having to work your other jobs, and having some free time from the 11th Street Kids, the two of you wanted to go out. Rather, Adrian had already decided on everything he wanted to treat you to, and he was filling you in.

“Okay so first we’re gonna get dinner, not at Fennel Fields though, I know you’re sick of it even though I have a discount, I’m kinda sick of it too honestly, then we’ll go to the movies, but we’re gonna just make out during the whole thing, then the bar, where we’ll get wasted, go home, and fuck like crazy!” Adrian said cheerfully as he drove.

“That’s quite the plan,” you smiled and wiggled your eyebrows. “I’m honestly shocked Emilia gave us the night off, I’m not complaining though,” you stated.

“I knowwww right, sometimes she can be nice,” Adrian admitted. Emilia is strict most of the time, but she has a soft spot for you all once in a while. “Since her and Chris started fucking, or dating… I don’t really know what they are, but since they started doing… whatever the hell they’re doing, she’s let her guard down for sure.”

“I like them together, she’s smartened him up a lot,” you said, and Adrian huffed. He still holds Chris to such a high pedestal it’s so easy to mess with him. At that moment Adrian pulled into the drive-in of your favorite burger place, they make the perfect fries here. You will always love this place, Adrian was actually the person to introduce you to this drive-in years ago. He looked over at you with a wide smile.

“Great choice of food, babe,” you told him, and smiled back at him. He drove up to the window and ordered for you, he knows what you always get, which made you smile once again. You got the food, and while eating, Adrian talked your ear off, like always, which you loved. After eating the burger and half of your fries, giving the rest of them to Adrian, you were full, and it was actually getting late.

“Ade, why don’t we skip the movie and just go get a few drinks?” you suggested, “then we can get home sooner, if you catch my drift,” you hinted while wiggling your eyebrows, he shook his head.

“Oh, hell yeah!” he said enthusiastically, “woulda been a waste of money just to make out during the movie anyways, it’s so expensive for no reason,” he pointed out.

“Right, why does it cost so much fucking money to see a movie?” you asked, knowing neither of you had an answer.

“I mean I would pay all of the money I have to make out with you, but-“ he started.

“We can make out for free right now!” you suggested, blushing. He instantly moved in close to you and kissed you.

He slowly gradually moved away from you and said, “You’re the best, babe. For real.” You smiled at him, still inches away from his face, you pecked him again. His cheeks were pink, and you adored how easily he blushed. He then put his hands on the wheel and headed towards your favorite bar. The ride was short, and after a couple minutes you arrived.

While entering the bar, Adrian ran in front of you and held the door open for you and motioned for you to go through it. Taking a quick glance, you saw that it was practically empty, except for people at a few tables and a small section of the actual bar. While looking for a seat, you saw a familiar group of four people. Emilia, Ads, John, and Chris were all sitting at a table and while looking at them, Leota made eye contact with you.

“Heyy, it’s the lovebirds!” she shouted and pointed towards you and Adrian. Adrian chucked at her calling you lovebirds and Em, Chris, and John all looked towards you two. Adrian scooped up your hand and you walked to them, smiling.

“Of course we’d run into you guys,” you said jokingly. Leota and John grinned. Adrian found two chairs so you two could sit.

“What are you guys doing here?” Adrian asked.

“Drinking, what does it look like?” Chris plainly said, Adrian nodded. Emilia softly hit Chris on the arm.

“Wait, you guys came here and didn’t invite us?” when you said that Adrian furrowed his brows, realizing they made plans without inviting you two.

“Adrian told us you were going on a date like as soon as I gave you the night off,” Emilia said, John laughed at how she said it.

“Wow what a fun date coming here,” Chris said sarcastically, “you couldn’t have done something more fun?” he coldly questioned.

“We did have fun, and still are, just FYI, and we totally made out a bunch,” Adrian bragged, “and we're gonna have more fun later when we get home!” he stated. Leota rolled her eyes and Emilia just took a deep sip of her beer. Chris scoffed. “The fun that I’m talking about is fucking,” Adrian said nonchalantly, which made everyone groan. You laughed. Adrian then went up to the bar to order you two drinks.

“How long have you guys been here?” you asked, starting conversation while Adrian was at the bar.

“Well, this is my third beer,” John replied and tipped his glass to you. Chris chugged the rest of his beer.

“I now need another one,” Chris declared as he waved at the bartender for another round.

“I’m backkkkk,” Adrian said, his voice getting louder as he sat next to you and handed you your drink. “Did you miss me?” Adrian hummed to you, you nodded.

“Course,” you told him, again, everyone groaned.

“Ugh, god,” Emilia said with feign disgust in her voice. The others shook their heads disapprovingly at your affection.

You all had drinks and passed time by chatting, and after your second beer, Adrian, John, and Chris got up to play pool. You, Leota, and Emilia stayed at the table, and watched the guys play, figuring it would be fun watching them. Chris pretended to be good, but wasn’t as good as he said he was, he was all talk, and John was actually doing better than Chris. Adrian, on the other hand, was killing it. His precision from his Vigilante-ing came in handy, and he was destroying both Chris and John.

You couldn’t help but stare at Adrian, though. He looked so fucking hot while playing, well, he’s always hot, but he was teasing you. He kept looking over at you before making a perfect shot, which turned you on even more. And the fact that he was winning was hot too. You were shaken out of your haze by Emilia and Leota laughing at Chris, who was angered by Adrian winning. The whole thing was entertaining to watch, just as you, Em, and Ads suspected.

After the fairly quick game of pool, the guys came back to the table, and Adrian didn’t break eye contact with you. He looked fierce, and his cheeks were bright red. Before he could even make it to the table, you stood up, as heat was running through your body. Without speaking, Adrian quickly fumbled for cash in his wallet and threw it on the table.

“Catch you guys later,” Adrian swiftly said, and took hold of your hand. You got out a soft “Bye!” as Adrian pulled you away.

“Man, what the hell,” you heard Leota say as you walked away, and Emilia chuckled at the interaction.

“Those two are always fucking,” Chris loudly said so you could hear it, everyone else in the bar heard it too, but you didn’t care.

Adrian opened the bar door in a rush, and took a sharp turn. He slammed his lips onto yours and pinned you against the side of the building. Fire ignited in you, and you put your arms around his neck. In between disconnected, hasty kisses, Adrian separated your lips.

“We need to get home, like right now,” he whispered, his voice raspy.

“Yeah,” you said, kissing him again, and running your fingers through his dark hair. “Let’s go to the Vigilante-mobile, babe” you said, and he was not gonna hesitate on your offer. Before unpinning you from against the building he kissed you again.

“Did you have a fun date night? I know it wasn't the most exciting thing ever, like Chris said, but w-”

“I had an incredible time, Ade,” you said truthfully, “thank you for tonight,” you kissed him again.

“Fuck yeah!” he said triumphantly, “Love ya,” he smiled, and pulled you in for another, more passionate kiss.

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morganski-19 · 4 months

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Nancy's supposed to be happy. She's supposed to smile as Will wakes up in the other room, as her brother reunites with his best friend. As her friend gets to see his brother wake up. As a mom =can hold her child again.

She's supposed to be happy that he was found, that he was alive. Here she is sitting in the waiting room with everyone else patiently waiting for their friend to wake up. For the dead to become alive again.

But the person she was waiting for will never wake up.

That moment when El tells her that she can't find Barb, that there is no one left to find, repeats through her mind. Sorrow ripping her body in two as she wants to fall, but continues standing. Guilt pooling in her feet making her steps heavy as she kept moving. Fighting for the boy who is still alive, who might face the same fate her friend did if she stopped to cry.

And not that boy is in the other room awake, and she sitting here alone with what's true. All she wants is to crumble, but that would ruin the happiness of everyone else. So she swallows down her tears and sits there patiently.

They couldn't even bring her body home. Couldn't give an answer to her waiting parents, desperate to find their Barb, her Barb. All they could tell her was that she was long gone, and too disfigured to bring back home.

Barb was gone. Nancy's best friend was gone.

After a while, Nancy excuses herself to the bathroom. Watches the water flow down the drain as she tries to push the tears down. But she can't. They flow out of her eyes like pouring rain as she grips the sink, keeping herself from falling.

When she finally composes herself and walks back to the waiting room, someone asks her if she wants to go see Will. She can't, not now. It's not right, other people are there for him, not her. She might have helped save him, but that was because the one person she wanted to save couldn't be.

All she would see was the person who lived instead of Barb. Everyone else got their son, friend, brother back. Nancy's friend would forever be gone. That's all she'd be able to see.

#nancy wheeler #barb holland #post season 1 #stranger things #ficlet #cw grief #tw grief

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decadentpaperduck · 2 years

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Do You Think I'm Pretty? - Steve Harrington x Wheeler!Reader

Warnings: Underage drinking I guess? Swearing. Fluff Words: 1.7K A/N: I don't think too much of this was gendered so I think it could be consumed as gender neutral if you so desired? Based off this request!

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“What are you drinking?” Nancy asks, standing on her tip toes to look over the brim of your cup.

“Just plain ol’ beer, Nance.”

“And how many cups of plain o’l beer have you had?” Your top lip twitches, pulled by a thread of frustration. Classic Nancy, being a nosey older sister was the perfect precursor to journalism.

“One.”

“Good. Just don’t get drunk.”

“Rich coming from you.” You laugh into your drink as you take another sip. You don’t mean for it to feel so antagonistic but you envied everything she was, everything she seemingly didn’t want you to become.

Nancy’s trademark frown falls upon her brow.

“I’m older than you-”

“By like half an hour!”

“Still older. And I know the temptation to drink yourself dumb. It won’t end well. Do as you’re told.” And with a singular pointed finger aimed your way, she turns on her heel to leave.

“When have you ever done anything you were told to do, Nance?” You call after her as she walks away, leaving you unable to argue further. You sigh and lean back against the kitchen counter top, your head rolling back to hit against the upper cabinets.

“Awh, did I miss the great Wheeler bust up of ‘84?” Steve Harrington. You turn your head, still leaning it against the cabinet behind you, to see him smiling at you. Something of an understanding gaze underneath the joviality.

“It won’t be the last.” He stands himself next to you. He smells clean and delightful. You close your eyes, trying to pretend you weren’t at some ridiculous party and that you didn’t have a raging crush on your sister’s ex.

The aforementioned ex nudges your arm.

“What are you drinking?”

“Don’t you start!” You groan.

“Hey, hey. I just thought your cup looked kinda empty!” You open the eye nearest to him with a squint.

“Are you trying to get me drunk, Harrington?” You may have been lying to your sister and this was not drink number one, but three. He laughs.

“Not exactly, I am trying to get drunk, and if you want to join you are more than welcome.” He holds up his cup, still full. “Here.”

“Thanks.” You open your other eye slowly and turn to him to take the cup, putting down your own empty one. “You know, it’s still weird that you are giving me the time of day.” You put the cup to your mouth before you can say any more.

“Where I come from we call that a beer.” He points to the cup. “Don’t know about the time of day.” You hum something reminiscent of an exaggerated ha ha.

He considers himself. It’s almost common knowledge that Steve isn’t the same man he was a year ago, not that everyone knows why. A few people were glad of it, some were confused. He wonders which category you fall into and how much you know about what’s happened. “I know I’ve not always been-”

“Steven.” You hold the half empty cup haphazardly in your hand and gesture it out towards him. He tightens his lip with amusement at you addressing him by a (false) full name. “It’s okay. I didn’t say I don’t like it.” He folds his arms and nods.

“Noted.”

After a couple of hours, you are aware that you have lost Steve and your sister. You scan the rooms without much commitment, you don’t think you could contain the alcohol in your stomach if you saw them together. The past few months had been relatively calm. Nancy and Steve had affectively parted ways and Steve was acknowledging you as a human being, not just Mini Nancy Wheeler. It’s not as though you thought anything would happen between you, but Nancy and Steve together were just an explosive mix. There was always so much going on between them and something like a power struggle. You didn’t doubt that Steve loved her, but he also loved himself and for a long time those two loves were in conflict. You just didn’t want things to change again, things had finally started feeling comfortable.

Your throbbing head urges you to get some air.

It’s raining when you step outside. You can hear the music vibrating through the house behind you as you walk further out into the front garden and look up at the sky. You close your eyes and smile as the water falls on your skin. It’s warm. It slows the incessant thoughts, sobering you up gently. Nothing else matters but the gentle rumble of the music and the rain soaking through your clothes.

The sound of the door swinging open and banging against the front of the house pulls you out of your dream state. “Fuck sake.” It’s Steve. You frown gently as he slumps down on the steps, running his hands through his hair.

You watch him, blinking away your own sadness. His shoulders sag and his breathing looks laboured even from where you stand. You walk slowly up to the steps and sit down on the step beside him.

“Are you seeking compensation for a Wheeler related incident?” He looks up at you as though he had missed your approach entirely.

“How did you know?”

“When it comes to you Steve, it’s always Nancy.” He laughs softly, you weren’t entirely wrong, but his Wheeler related incident spread a bit further than that.

“She left with Jonathan about an hour ago.” You nod knowingly. “I think she was getting a bit carried away with her drink. You know what she can be like.”

“Do you think I am pretty?” Steve asks without an iota of hesitation.

“How many drinks have you had?” Despite the fact you are sounding like your sister, your concern wins out over your amusement at his inebriated state.

“Answer the question.”

You don’t know what makes you say it, whether its the necessity to speak the truth, or the sadness in his eyes that told you he needed reassurance. But you tell him.

“Yes, Mr Harrington, I do.”

“Don’t call me that, you make me sound like my dad.” The resentment is evident, he rewinds. “I was seeing if Nance was okay and she kinda lashed out…Jonathan got between us and…yeah…took her home.” He’s staring at a patch of grass. You rest your hand on his denim clad knee. You could tell he was struggling with the idea that he had upset her, after all, his redemption arc was at stake. “I’m glad she’s home safe, naturally, Jonathan hadn’t drank, and nothing escalated too bad. I think she’s just-” He stops himself. You squeeze his knee.

“Let’s get you home, stud.” You pull Steve’s arm over your shoulder and wrap your nearside arm around the small of his back, clutching him close to you, simply to keep him steady, of course. You stand him up and give him a moment to adjust.

“You’re strong!” He giggles, wrapping himself around you like a lazy vine, his head lulling onto your shoulder.

“Someone’s got to be.” You mumble, thankful for the rain’s part in your sobriety. You let him gaze up at the sky in wonder as you watch his feet for him.

“Okay, foot forward, down, down, dow- gently!!” You muster all your strength to keep him stood up straight so he doesn’t throw himself down the stairs.

“Which wing is your bathroom in, Harrington?”

“Pffffffffft. Shhhhh. No wings.” He pouts. “Just up the stairs please.” You do as he says and guide him gently up the wide staircase, following his mumbled directions.

When you are over the threshold of the bathroom, you let go of him and he groans audibly. “Oh n...no.” You lunge forward to lift the toilet seat just in time for him to empty the contents of his stomach into the porcelain bowl. He hovers his head there for a few moments, just in case, before he sinks down between the bowl and the wall, his arms limp at his side.

You grab a towel from the rail and dampen a patch of it underneath the sink tap before kneeling on the floor, between the legs of the broken boy. You reach out to his jacket collar and dab at the sick that had ricocheted back onto him. You withdraw to get a look at him and see if he got himself anywhere else. “Fuck, I’m sorry.” Steve attempts to hold his head into an upright position, hands either side of his head. The most frustrating, annoying and gorgeous bobblehead you’d ever seen. What for? Being drunk? Being sick? Being in love with Nancy? “I never realised.” He frowns dramatically. His big hazel eyes follow you intently as you bundle up the towel and throw it into the laundry hamper.

“I’m not in your head, Harrington. You will have to share the part of the conversation that’s unfolding in here.” You tap your own forehead, emulating his own.

There is a long pause. You sit down in front of him, cross legged. The water drips from you both onto the bathroom floor, sounding like your very own indoor rainstorm.

“I feel like I’ve loved her forever.” You try not to show the way your body wants to react to his declaration of love. “Every time I came to pick her up, you’d see my car parked out front and come and tell me she was getting ready to see me.” You nod and swallow the urge to cry. “I remember the way my insides felt and I could have sworn it was excitement to see Nance.” The tears fall from your eyes as your lids weigh down with confusion. “You’re like an ocean breeze.” He blinks thoughtfully. “You’re good for me.” You have never seen him with his guard so low, like you could step over it and climb into his soul. “It’s funny. I used to think it was Nancy that made me feel this way.”

“What way?” The shell of your sentence left your lips in a broken whisper.

“Like I was someone.” His eyes are on yours again and you can’t bare the way he can sustain eye contact at a time like this. “But it was you. Maybe it was always you.”

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x wheeler reader #steve harrington #stranger things #request #fic #writing #fluff #cute #post season 1 #pre season too #nancy wheeler #jonathan byers #ask

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friendstoloversfan · 1 year

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Wendesday: I trust You! I thought you were my ally, but you were laughing at me the hole time! Did you have fun? Making me look like a fool? Did you enjoy watching how I fell for you, knowing how heart braking would it be when I find out the truth!?

Tyler: Not all the time...

Wendesday: .

Tyler: I had fun watching you playing detective. I really loved how obsessed you were with the monster, not knowing I was right there .. It was endearing.

*His ayes switch color and he looked mortify for a second*

I fell for you too, You know? I didn't know You were a sacrifice until the very end... She just told me you were the key and I must make sure you make it until the ceremony.

She never order me to seduce you-

Wendesday: No, You just did it for the fun of it.

Tyler: I did it because I liked You! You made me feel normal, You made me feel like I fit somewhere... with someone...

Wendesday: Nonsense! Why would you try something with me if I was part of a plan to destroy the school and all the outcast!?

*They looked into each others ayes. His shoulders slumping in defeat*

Tyler: I Guess it makes no sence... I Guess I just want to feel normal. But Hyde was always there, mocking me, reminding me that you would hate me if you knew the truth... You met him, did you know? You talked to him once...

Wendesday: At the sheriff station...

Tyler: Yes. He was able to take control because you tortured me… I kept him down the whole time… So he couldn't hurt you.

Wendesday: You did? Or he just know that killing me would be disobey Lauren's orders?

Tyler: Give me some credit, would you? I prevented him to kill your friend Eugene. If it wasn't for me he wouldn't have contain himself and the kid would be dead.

Wendesday: Oh how kind of You!

You know I could have help You? We could have prevent all that to happened!

Tyler: But I did want it to happened, Wendesday. * The color of his ayes switch again and his expresión was dark.* My enchantment with you was not as strong as my hatred for that school and all the people who rejected my mom and all my kind. My venom was too strong Wendesday, and her control over it was too precise. You didn't stand a chance.

Wendesday: But I won.

Tyler: You did.

Wendesday: What now then? Are You going to finish the job?

Tyler: My Master is dead, My father hates me and I can not be kill. I no longer have a purpose. * He switch again, his eyes were watering a little.*

My only option is living with him and myself until it kills me. Like my mother did...

Wendesday: I'm not going to help you.

Tyler: ...

Wendesday: How Could I tust You again?

Tyler: ... Because You're the only one I have left.

#Weyler #Wyler #wendesday netflix #wendesday addams #wednesday x tyler #tyler galpin #Post season 1 #Hurt #She still loves him your honor

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jomiddlemarch · 10 months

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It is love, not reason, that is stronger than death

“Ellie can tell you’re upset,” Grace said. “I let her go stay at Tommy and Maria’s. She wants to help out with Kim.”

“Stupid name,” Joel muttered. He’d stopped pacing about an hour ago but sat on the couch as if he were about to leap off of it. Or knife someone.

“You want to do it this way?” Grace asked, taking off her thermal top as she spoke.

Read the rest here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48347365

For @pedrostories 1K celebration, something a bit explosive for July 4th!

And for @tessa-quayle and everyone else who doesn’t have the day off.

#the last of us #tlou fic #joel/ofc #grace yang md #this one gets spicy #hence the teaser only #pedrostories1k #post season 1 #hurt/comfort #grief #tw grief #tw anniversary reaction #consent

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jaded-quill · 10 days

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Chapters: 5/? Fandom: Hannibal (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham & Hannibal Lecter Characters: Will Graham, Hannibal Lecter, Abigail Hobbs Additional Tags: Captivity, Post-Season/Series 01 AU, Kidnapping, POV Will Graham Summary:

A post-S1 AU where instead of letting Will rot in the BSCHI, Hannibal steals him out of the hospital and keeps him captive personally.

Will wakes up on a comfortable bed, in a strange room, with a chain attached to his ankle.

Woo! Chapter 5!

#fic #writing #my fic #hannibal #hannibal tv #hannigram #hannibal lecter #will graham #Abigail hobbs #captivity #kidnapping #post season 1 #hannibal/will

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bloodblotz · 2 months

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Task From Heaven

Hazbin Hotel x Angel!Reader

Post Hazbin Hotel Season 1

The reader is an angel from heaven tasked by the Heavenly Courtroom to aid the Hazbin Hotel and its goal on rehabilitating Sinners.

Part 2

You sit on the edge of your bed, admiring the decor and wondering just how much red could be used before it became too much.

The red carpets, bed covers, and wallpapers stare at you.

Apparently not a lot for an angel like you and a lot for Hell. Just another thing you’d have to get used to, alongside the heat, smell, and the people.

A rapid knock comes to your door but before you can get up to answer the knocker bursts into the door instead. You blink in surprise as the princess comes to view, a smile spread across her rosy cheeks.

“Y/N! Hey, so sorry to just bust through in like this but—” she takes a moment to skip in place, squealing quietly to herself. “Ooh, I’m just so excited! To think that Heaven finally sees what I’m trying to do here is just— so, darn, exciting!”

You smile, unsure of what else you could do.

“Oh, sorry!” The princess gasps, bringing a hand to mouth as she takes in your blank expression. “I didn’t mean to ramble. I just wanted to see how you were settling in!”

Your smile turns into something a little closer to sincerity. “It’s very kind of you to give me a room of my own.”

Charlie’s rosy cheeks turns even rosier at the praise. “Oh, it’s the least we could do.” She looks at you for a second, brimming with joy. “I’m just so— so… happy you’re helping out at the hotel. I still can’t believe that Heaven is helping us out.” She guffaws.

“Of course, your highness. Sinners are still human souls, no matter how tainted. It’s Heaven’s responsibility to still treat them with the care we hold for the rest of Father’s creations.”

Charlie’s face flickers, her once joyful attitude turning to something more bitter. The sudden change in emotion makes you tilt your head, but she then takes a deep breath.

“You don’t have to call me ‘your highness’. Call me Charlie! Everyone does.”

You blink. To refer to such a high status individual by their first name? Well, who were you to tell her what she should be called or not.

In a way, Charlie reminds you a bit of Emily. Their insistence on the redemption of Sinners and cheerful attitude draws a lot of parallels that make you homesick.

“I believe that it’s time to introduce everyone to you! Since— you know, you’re now a part of the Hazbin Hotel.”

“Yes, that would be wise. It’d do good to know who I’ll be working with.”

Charlie beams.

Soon everyone is gathered at the parlour, waiting in silence as Charlie begins introductions. Charlie first slings an arm over the long haired woman who glowers at you. “This is Vaggie! Say hi,” she says the last bit towards Vaggie, noticing the scowl on her face and rubbing her cheek against hers. Vaggie noticeably softens at the touch. Cute.

“Hi.” Vaggie says, arms crossing. Her distrust reveals itself through her taut shoulders and hard expression. Charlie chuckles nervously at the tone as she moves on to a man with spider-like features.

“This is our only resident at the moment,” something mournful crosses her eyes. You remember that the other resident is in Heaven and wonder what’s there to be sad about? The sombreness is quickly vanquished, with her face lighting back up at full force. “Angel Dust.”

The man flashes a coy smile and a wave at you. “Heyya, baby.” His expression is flirtatious but you notice that he is just as tense as Vaggie.

“These are Husk and Niffty, employees at the hotel.” The ruffled cat doesn’t even signify you with a greeting except a slight tilt of his head as he gives you a scrutinizing look.

You look for the one-eyed woman that Charlie referred to as Niffty but she is nowhere to be seen, and it’s not because she’s short. Your eyes land on Charlie’s wide eyes when you feel something crawling up your back. A quick glance reveals that Niffty is on your shoulder trying to touch your halo.

“Niffty, no!” Charlie quickly snatches her off your shoulders, flashing you a nervous grin as she hands off the squirming Sinner to Vaggie. “I am sooo sorry, I—”

You put a quiet hand up to silence her and flash her a polite smile. “It’s alright. No harm done here.” Your placating response calms Charlie down just a bit as she turns to the last person who had been standing at the back for quite some time now.

“And this is Alastor, our host to the hotel.” Charlie proudly states, smiling at the other. “Without him, none of this would have been possible.”

Alastor smiles at you, a wide smile that couldn’t possibly be sincere, as he materializes in front of you in a vapour of black static. “What a pleasure to have an angel in our cohorts! To think that Heaven is actually taking an interest in Charlie’s unique dream is bringing me such delight.”

The way his eyes scan over you makes you feel uneasy. There’s a certain calculating gleam that you know that often ends in something sinister. You swallow down your suspicion and give him back a cordial smile.

“And I’m Y/N. It’s a pleasure to be of your acquaintance.” You look to the group. “I hope that we can all get along.”

“Likewise.” Alastor’s voice gleefully crackles in response whilst the others stare awkwardly at you, not quite knowing what else there is to say. Charlie looks on happily.

Introductions have gone pretty great, all things considered.

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Parts:

1 2 3

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin spoilers #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin niffty #hazbin alastor #charlie morningstar #hazbin angel dust #hazbin vaggie #angel!reader #post season 1

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linkdedruid · 8 months

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Reunion || Vashwood

Rating: T

CW: drinking, mild swearing

Word Count: 1.1k

Author's Note: Trade with the ever so talented @macncherries! One of my few canon x canon fics, and my first Vashwood piece! I hope you like it!!!!

Credits: Banners by @benkeibear

Tag List (ask for add/remove): @macncherries @chris-continues

When Nicholas hears the cheery 'hello!' from another random patron of this rundown bar, he's sure he's mistaken. He doesn't want to turn around, doesn't want to face the reality that he won't be there. Instead, he focuses on the drink in front of him, shifting the glass to watch the alcohol within slosh against the sides of the glass. He downs the contents in a single go, the harsh burn of cheap liquor burning down his throat.

"Bartender, 'nother one." He grumbles to the young man behind the bar, subconsciously noting the blonde hair that's just a little too pale and a little too wavy to be right.

"Of course, sir." He nods, pouring another for him with and easy tilt of his wrist.

"Thanks." Nicholas grunts, the glass already in his hand once more as he lifts it in a solitary somber toast. "To forgettin', even if only for a little while."

He doesn't down this one immediately, trying to pace himself so he doesn't end up passed out in some back alley. He barely notices the taste as he sees the bartender move to a new patron as his slips out of his range of vision.

"What can I do ya for, stranger?" The bartender prompts, friendly and bubbly. Just like him… Nicholas recalls bitterly.

"Just a double whiskey, neat." The patron replies, and Nicholas is certain he's just hearing things.

"Coming right up!" The bartender chirps, the sound of a glass hitting the counter following soon after.

"Thank you."

Nicholas' fingers grip the glass tight enough his knuckles turn white. Don't look. Don't do this to yourself again… He tries to convince himself, but he's just a man. He gives in to his desperate need for this mind trick to be real and turns to look at the newcomer out of the corner of his eye.

He blinks once, twice, not believing what he's seeing. Somehow, he has to have passed out at the bar because this can't be real. He can't be real. He's staring; he knows he is, but he can't look away. Not when he sees the mole just under his eye, the exact blonde shade of his hair, and the metal prosthetic.

"…Vash?" He breathes, terrified that he's dreaming or hallucinating.

"Huh?" The man looks over, and Nicholas is knows it's him by the look in his eyes. Those perfect baby blues, currently wide with surprise, have been haunting his dreams for nearly 2 years.

"It's you…" Nicholas replies, his voice quiet as if he's afraid he'll scare him away if he's too loud. "It's really you, Needle Noggin."

"How'd you find me?" Vash asks, his surprise ebbing away slightly.

"I thought you were dead, Needle Noggin. I was just stopping here on my way to Augusta." He replies, his drink all but forgotten as he can still barely believe his eyes.

"I should be." The blonde's eyes drop to the scratched wood bartop, sorrow and regret practically coming off the man in waves.

"No, you shouldn't be. I know what happened in Julai wasn't your fault, no matter what the reports say." Nicholas' hand thumps against the bar, his drink sloshing slightly in the glass with the force of the impact.

"It was, Wolfwood. It was." Vash insists, the fingers of his biological hand curling into a tight fist on his lap.

Nicholas can't suppress the flinch as Vash addresses him by his last name. He wishes he'd call him Nick again like he used to. He wants those cold desert nights back more than he can fathom. He wants the feeling of cold metal fingers slowly warming against his own calloused fingers as they lay side by side in the dunes. He wants the feeling of soft, fluffy hair nestled against his chest as small snores drift on the desert winds. He wants to trace his fingertips over the soft features he knows better than his own. He wants Vash; he wants the two of them together again.

"Vash…" Nicholas breathes his name like a prayer, and he supposes it may as well be one. "It wasn't your fault. You can't take responsibility for what…he did."

Nicholas watches as Vash tenses in anticipation of hearing his brother's name, that tension easing just slightly as Nicholas avoids saying it. He doesn't need to scare him away. Not when he's so close to having him back.

"But it was for me." Vash whispers, his eyes meeting Nicholas' with tears brimming in those baby blues.

"That doesn't make it your fault." Nicholas assures him, his hand reaching for Vash's atop his thigh. "You didn't ask him to do any of it. You never would have."

Vash doesn't immediately reply, his expression hidden by the long fringe of blonde hair that's grown significantly longer in the intervening two years as he looks down at where Nicholas' finger rest mere mere inches from his own. He has to be the one to make the move to close that infinitisimal gap between them. Nicholas wont push him. He knows this the way he knows his left pocket holds several lollipops while his right hold the small metal lighter he's always playing with. Even after two years, he can't help but remember those little things. He remembers the scratch of stubble against his skin and the smell of cigarettes and the desert sun.

"Look, we don't have to talk about this now." Nicholas says after several tense moments of silence, his free hand digging in his pocket to pull out several crumpled bills that he slaps unceremoniously on the bar. "I'm gonna pay for your drink and at least make sure you get a good night's rest in my room. You look like you haven't seen a proper bed in God knows how long."

"You always had a way with words." Vash chuckles, the sound doing more to bring hope to Nicholas' heart than anything else thus far. "But okay."

"Good. Now, finish your drink, Needle Noggin." Nicholas demands.

He almost misses the shift of Vash's hand as it moves to rest on top of his own. Nicholas thinks he could cry. Fuck, has he really been so touch-starved that just having someone's hand on his feels like the Heaven he'll never be allowed into? He's sure it has to be because it's his hand, his fingers curling around his with muscle memory built up over months of travelling together. As it is, he has to swallow the lump in his throat along with his liquor as he downs his glass.

"Whatever you say…Nick."

Vash gives him a small weak smile as he knocks back his own drink with a practiced motion, his face twitching with the unpleasant burn of cheap whiskey. Nicholas has to fight the grin threatening to split his face as his hand shifts to lace his own fingers with Vash's under the bartop.

"Damn right, Blondie."

#link's love nest #link's writing #trigun #trigun stampede #post season 1 #vashwood #vash the stampede #nicholas d. wolfwood #hurt/comfort #established relationship #light angst #angst with a happy ending

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