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aewrie · 6 months

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thinking about grimm with his early reincarnations and how he struggled around people

(tl;dr relevant, mildly spoilery info if you've not relevant fics: my boy was absolutely clueless at the start of the reincarnation cycles. didn't know who he was, didn't know what the nightmare's heart was or that he was connected to it, the whole deal. he figured it out slowly over time. mostly.)

there was a bunch of little things about him and how he acted that he didn't realize but others noticed. sometimes the response was 'you're a bit strange, but whatever/i don't mind' and sometimes 'you're strange, and i don't like that'.

worst case scenario he thought the other person was giving him an attitude or picking a fight when he was just trying to be friendly, and now he's actually upset and then we had bad reactions fueling each other.

like, one thing i allude to in a few places, and what is probably the worst offender, is that his genuine smile unsettles people. this is the most plain instance it comes up, relatively early on in his many lives:

Grimm smiles, not bothering to watch his expression the way he usually does, of putting in the effort to make it look friendly or appeasing, and not the fanged grimace of a predator about to pounce on its prey.

in context, he's having a good time, but the real reasons he smiles like that is bc he thinks the ~scary~ expression fits the situation.

over time he trained himself to tone it down, and often he reserves the real deal for when he wants to scare or test someone. regardless of if he's actually feeling like smiling.

anyhow. he didn't initially realize why anyone reacted to him the way they did, good or bad, and eventually started getting preemptively defensive and generally avoiding people, bc the bad usually seemed to be coming out of nowhere.

by the time jester came into the picture, grimm was lonely, bitter, and traumatized for multiple reasons, but she wasn't really phased. she's old and she's seen some shit. she looked at grimm like he was a half-feral cat she fished out of a dumpster, and thought he needs some healthier habits in terms of food and such, and proper socializing, and she didn't care if he wanted to throw a hissy fit about it.

(well. half-feral dumpster cat, but a little more like potentially very dangerous yet surprisingly cooperative wildlife people mistake for lost pets and take home with them to give a bath to.)

it was after others tagged along that grimm discovered this half of the reason why he is weird and unsettling to so many bugs. what jester brushed off as just grimm being grimm, the new acquaintances took note of. and even if they didn't mean it in a bad way, he got self-conscious about it. he still was in the baby shoes with regards to his understanding of what exactly he was, and was clinging to the denial that he could be at least sort of normal(tm) if he just figured out how to.

not much he could do about looking like a strange hybrid, not even entirely buglike, something he certainly knew brought attention he didn't anywhere near always enjoy, but he could change the way he acted. much much later comes the point where he considers being weird and unsettling On Purpose, but of course, he has these long-term habits now that are difficult to unlearn.

#yourebabblingjulle #a fire sets alight #jester #headcanons #kinda. mostly just au lore #intermittent progress with actual fics but rambles are Going apparently. i have more sitting in drafts #hk

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visdiefje · 1 year

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clearing out my drafts a bit today, if you get reblogs on OLD posts from me, they have been in my drafts for god knows how long

#there are also. SOOOOO many toh posts #from when episodes came out and I was vibrating with excitement #but didn't want to reblog as to not spoil my friend #then I forgor. and now they are here still.#and I am no longer in the toh mood.#oops.#I'll save them for a rewatch. perhaps the spark will alight anew #soooooo many of those posts my god. it's most of my drafts #bien rambles

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taliaxlatia · 7 months

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if you dont see me on here for a while its because im logging out for nanowrimo. if you do see me on here... i failed

#tali rambles #going to attempt shadows alight speedrun for nano so #hope that goes well

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deus-ex-mona · 2 years

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p a n i c ensues

#that’s too much excitement for one day. no event tl today i’ve mentally ascended _(:3 」∠)_#i needa get whatever happened off my chest before i end up blabbing about it to my mother (and have her laugh at me) so cue the tag rambling #the story is… i had just. gotten a seat on the bus when i realised that my wallet wasn’t in my bag :(#immediately alighted at the first random bus stop and proceeded to run around a 100% unfamiliar location for like 10 minutes #thank goodness i had an inkling of where i had dropped that bugger. or else i’d be wandering around the poorly-lit pathways at like 9.30pm #or well. wandering around said pathways in a panicked aimless frenzy.#and t h a n k g o o d n e s s i had dropped it in a rather secluded location. no one seemed to have touched it while i was away from it…#not a single note/card was out of place. the dai keychain i had on the zip didn’t have a single scratch on it either!!!!#but my priorities were seriously messed up lol #even though all of my important cards were inside the wallet，my one thought was ‘nOOO MY DAI KEYCHAIN—’#am i really allowed to call myself a functional adult? lol? send h e l p #ughhhh that was seriously terrifying though… i wouldn’t have realised that i’d lost my wallet if i hadn’t been trying to keep my umbrella…#but at least all of that panicked running managed to help me to burn off the calories from my ‘fried chicken friday’ feasts? lol?#maybe this is how i’m able to maintain my figure with my rubbish diet lmaoooo. panicked running does wonders!!!!!#inedible blubbering

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vislvr · 6 months

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COULD SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME THAT THEIR ALIGHT MOTION IS ALSO MAKING WEIRD CLICKING NOISES??????? ITS SO WEIRD WTF IS HAPPENING

It’s like two very fast clicking sounds when I press some button idk help😭

#alight motion #HELP #pls tell me it is not just me #lowkey a bit worried and scared rn #rambling about random shit

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sarishim · 6 months

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rudimentary tag drop, i'll add more as i think of them!

— the man dressed in linen‚ who was standing above the river; visage. — hebrew nonsense (affectionate); ooc / jewish stuff. — always some kind of fucking temperature; ooc / misc. — how will you hear my words and pleas; ooc / psa. — the current hyperfixation; ooc / research. — adinah's ramblings; ooc / tbd. — my sword has been sharpened since the sixth day of creation; muse study. — i have stretched out my hand‚ and no one regards; psyche. — from endless lights‚ I come back to thee; dash games. — i was born to pave the way‚ to let the masses hear; prompts / memes. — i am the spark that sets the flame of truth alight; prompts / opens. — i am the prince of fire‚ i will perform a miracle within a miracle; musings. — through fire and water‚ i shall walk with thee; aesthetics. — i shall be with thee through good and bad; verse / main. — g-d grant me the serenity to know i had to do it to 'em; pinned / DNI. — on all levels except physical‚ i am hugging you / promos. — take my hand and let us walk for miles / playlist. — the golden wine follows through my veins‚ i know the holy words; threads. — thy empty words shall avail thee not; headcanons.

#— the man dressed in linen‚ who was standing above the river; visage.#— hebrew nonsense (affectionate); ooc / jewish stuff.#— always some kind of fucking temperature; ooc / misc.#— how will you hear my words and pleas; ooc / psa.#— the current hyperfixation; ooc / research.#— adinah's ramblings; ooc / tbd.#— my sword has been sharpened since the sixth day of creation; muse study.#— i have stretched out my hand‚ and no one regards; psyche.#— from endless lights‚ I come back to thee; dash games.#— i was born to pave the way‚ to let the masses hear; prompts / memes.#— i am the spark that sets the flame of truth alight; prompts / opens.#— i am the prince of fire‚ i will perform a miracle within a miracle; musings.#— through fire and water‚ i shall walk with thee; aesthetics.#— i shall be with thee through good and bad; verse / main.#— g-d grant me the serenity to know i had to do it to 'em; pinned / DNI.#— on all levels except physical‚ i am hugging you; promos.#— take my hand and let us walk for miles; playlist.#— the golden wine follows through my veins‚ i know the holy words; threads.#— thy empty words shall avail thee not; headcanons.

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al-n-cartoons · 3 months

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Honest question, why is Ben the ‘leader’ in Alien Force? I get why Max would leave the messages for Ben (and not Gwen); Ben had the Omnitrix. That said, it would make a lot more sense for the cousins to be fully mutual; that's what they seemed to be up until Ben randomly claims to be the group's leader at the end of the Morningstar episode.

I do get why Gwen can’t be the leader. For one thing, she's a girl and the show's a bit sexist. Generously ignoring that bit, though, she's also dating another group member (Kevin) so for her to be the leader would result in an unhealthy power dynamic.

I still think it's weird, though.

#ben 10 alien force #alighted rambles

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alighted-willow · 5 months

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I'm doing some research on textiles for hyperfixation art reasons and it reminded me of a conversation I hear pop up every so often; that the United States don't have culture. I would argue that we have more of a bleached culture (which is an inside joke in my family) but, more seriously, it's more of a corporate culture? It's expected for people to work, in most cases just needless busywork to sate someone else's pride, so when would anyone ever have time to be people rather than being employees? Part of that is from how the U.S. was settled by puritanical extremists who believed that hard work and suffering in life purified the spirit and it’s weird that no one really thinks about how, even to this day, that mentality pervades Everyone thinks that this mentality hasn’t effected them, especially if they're atheists, no matter how outwardly obvious it is that they've inherited these beliefs.

I've been looking into embroidery, needlework, whitework, blackwork, etcetera for over four hours now and none of it came from the U.S., all either coming from indigenous people or through immigration. Anecdotally, even when textiles are practiced in the states, it's by wealthy people who aren’t beholden to long work hours, retirees, or homeless/disabled people.

It would be amazing for these practical arts to be more commonplace bit that brings up several issues. Lack of time, obviously, but also issues such as attention span, lack of materials, lack of knowledge, and impermanence of property. As most adults only have about four hours a day for themselves, they'll habitually only do short-term projects, thus reducing one's willingness/motivation/ability to do anything that won't deliver a swift reward (which causes a whole host of issues on its own but I'm not here to talk about why we're the mental illness capital of the world). All of our manufacturers have doubled down on offering only trash that will last a few scant years maybe and which is intentionally designed for rapid degradation (cotton gets softer as it ages; polyester grows rough and thin). Even those who can cough up the money can't find actual quality materials (as my seamstress friend has attested. Multiple times).

But fundamentally, and most striking to me personally, is the fact that we don’t teach our young how to sew. It's one of the things that was shrugged off when our education system shifted to constant tests and standardization; teaching students to sew isn’t profitable so we take away teachers' funds for teaching it but we also don’t teach our own. How can we? What time do we have, what resources? I only know how to do it because my grandmother is a teacher and wanted us to know how at an early age.

Alright, I got it out of my system— for now.

#Alighted rambles #textiles #U.S. culture #corporate culture #blaaaaaa

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stomperofhearts · 1 year

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hey hi can i get the old watermark back please

#this one is so big #how does everyone else have the old one #WHAT DID THEY DO TO YOU?!#rambling #angry #someone please help me i need that old bitch back #alight motion #editing

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oscalesoffeeling · 1 year

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thinking for the billionth time about how huffie is canonically good with kids ❤

#ohhh g-d..... my body feels alight. utterly magical.....#i feel like he really wanted to be a daddy for the longest time but couldn't.....#and that frustrated him endlessly. i can't/shouldn't really have babies either and it makes me so sad.#g-d. was watching the newest cartoon he's been in earlier and there was a part when he was studying a baby and talking about genes #and just. it adds so much sadness to that scene within the context of him probably being infertile in canon.#when i told him i wanted a baby he was so happy..... neither of us can get pregnant but he didn't care at that point.#so now we have two little munchkins. idc that one's a teenager she's still our munchkin.#i am so grateful to be a dad with him.... he's such a good papa to our little ones.....#when we first brought kori home she was so little.... i can't believe babies are so small...#maybe it's just because huffie is so big but she looked so little in his arms.#it drives me crazyyy.... all of my dreams have come true. i'm so happy....#ellie rambles about stuff #he spun the stars on his fingernails (tag)#the babies tag

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cryptidghostgirl · 4 months

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hiii can i request a silly little scene i have in my head? ok so!

alastor x wife! reader- theyve been together since they were alive, legit partners in crime they both encouraged eachother to kill and when they reunited in hell after around 8 years they were independent once again UNTIL They got in trouble with Lilith and she took reader to be like her slave until Alastor finished helping Charie with her dream (until he helped prove that demons can be redeemed) so they didnt see each other for another 7 years (his absence)

And all throughout the first season hes like “I miss my wife, Husk. I miss her a lot” (while drunk-) like that one sonic dub meme and starts shaping his shadow creature into reader and talking to it and everyone is like “m yep he’s officially lost it.”

BUT then Sir Pentious is redeemed and Lilith sees and shes like “damn :/“ and send reader to the new hotel via portal and reader just. falls on the ground in front of the big entrance and everyone hears it and they rush out and Alastor is quiet, wide eyed and reader goes smth like “i know- i shouldnt have accepted it in your name but-“ blah blah she rambles on about it and Alastor just goes “Youre as beautiful as the day I los you.” LIKE THAT HEARYBREAKING SCENE FROM HOW TO TRAIN YOUR DRAGON 2 ;-; and everyone reacts in their own way

I REALLY NEED THIS BUT I LACK THE ABILITIES TO DO IT HEEELP (love u)

A/N oh bestie,, i got you. I was actually planning on something similar where Alastor was getting drunk at a bar and talking about the love of his life (I'm still gonna write that one too but I really like this prompt!!) You guys really come up with the best requests, please keep sending them in.

Fuel and the Fire (Alastor x Wife!Partner-in-Crime!Reader)

Pairing: Alastor x Reader

Warnings: ANGST also bad words (idk why i wrote the warnings like this). Also Angel Dust is in this one and I love him but he is a warning on his own.

Word Count: 2,392

Master Lists:

Master Lists

Hazbin Hotel Master List

Alastor and Y/n, partners in crime, the fuel and the fire. On a first glance, it would be assumed she was his fuel, the coal and dry leaves he fed himself by. Once anyone got to know them -- and god, what trouble a person was in if they got to know them -- they quickly realized it was the other way around.

Hand in hand from day one, from childhood. Running from the cops, washing the blood off one another's faces. In the living world and life after death, nothing could tear them apart. He was the soil she planted herself in, he was her rock and Y/n? Well she was Alastor's everything. He'd do anything at all for her, all she had to do was ask.

For a decade, they terrified the living world. They were the reason to double check the lock on the door before bed, they were the ominous shadow at the corner. When cold death wrapped them in his reckless grasp, they turned their terror on Hell.

The pair made a name for themselves quickly, filling up the airwaves and making waves in the underworld. For generations, they reigned supreme. For generations, they knew no fear. Then one day, they simply disappeared.

When Alastor reappeared on the streets seven years later without his shadow, the town was alight with gossip. No one knew where he had been, where she still was, or why he had returned but Alastor quickly rebuilt his operation, setting up shop at Lucifer's daughter's Hazbin Hotel along with several of the souls he owned.

The hotel's other residents and workers were distrustful of the man, to say the least. He was shifty, wore a constant smile, and rumors circled around him like birds of prey. That was until about three months into his stay, at least.

Angel hadn't meant to eavesdrop. He'd been coming down to the bar for a drink and a rant of his own when he'd heard the familiar, crackling voice of the Hotel's host.

"I just... I miss her so much, Husk."

He sounded sad, utterly dejected. Angel crouched down on the staircase, hiding his slim body behind one of the ornate posts supporting the railing.

"You keep saying that but do nothing to go find her. She disappeared the same time as you, you know." came Husk's gruff reply.

"I know she did."

"You keep saying that, acting like you know something. Admit it: you don't know shit, Alastor."

Alastor's radio waves faltered, squeaking slightly. Angel tensed in terror, wondering if he'd been found out. This was clearly a private conversation, and the Radio Demon was testy at the best of times. Right now he seemed positively furious.

"Don't test me, Husk." Alastor said after a moment, breaking the tense silence, "She... we both got roped into something. I am doing my part, she is doing hers."

Angel straightened himself up, deciding it was high time he entered the room. He still wanted that drink, after all. He let his feet fall heavily on the stairs, alerting the others to his presence. Husk turned toward the sound, meeting Angel's eyes as he entered the bar. Alastor, on the other hand, kept his back to the spider demon.

Taking a seat beside Alastor, Husk immediately poured Angel a drink and slid it across the counter towards him.

"So, tough night, Smiles?" Angel asked, turning to Alastor who downed the rest of his drink in a single gulp.

"I don't know what you're talking about, my good fellow." Alastor hummed in response.

There was a threat in his voice, but Angel could tell the demon's heart wasn't in it. Everything was just, odd.

"Yeah... sure..." Angel scoffed, taking a sip of his own drink.

"Radio man was crying to me about his wife five seconds ago." Husk grumbled and Angel's eyes went wide.

"You have a wife?" he asked, turning back to Alastor, "I mean, I get it. I'm in to the whole 'tall dark and creepy' thing too but, you care about someone? I don’t know if I can see it.”

Alastor's eyes narrowed as he turned on Husk. The cat demon rolled his eyes in a brazen display of disrespect. He knew his master well, knew this was the only thing he had any leverage with the man on. With a deep breath, Alastor placed his hands firmly on the bar top and pulled himself to his feet. Not saying another word, he disappeared into his shadows.

That had been the first odd occurrence. Of course Angel had told Charlie and Charlie had told everyone, had even approached Alastor about it. The Radio Demon brushed it all off with skill and for a while, things were quiet.

About a month later, the second strange thing began happening. Alastor had always had a certain sway over shadows, everyone knew that. However, he very rarely used them, brought them out if it wasn't to hide him or take him where he needed to be. Then, suddenly, one began to follow him.

"Uh, Alastor?" Charlie had timidly approached him the first time she saw this happening.

"Yes, Charlie my dear?" Alastor asked, turning to face her as he tossed his microphone in the air, catching it neatly in the center of the stand.

"Well, we were just wondering if everything was... okay?" she asked, her hands behind her back and a pointed gaze on the shadow.

"If everything..." Alastor trailed off, following the path of Charlie's gaze and realizing what was going on, "No, no my dear. Everything is quite all right, quite alright indeed."

"Well, okay... If you say so." Charlie had relented after a few moments, unsure of what else to do.

Eventually, the members of the Hazbin Hotel grew used to the shadows, they too slipped out of their minds. Overcome with impending doom of the extermination just a month away, Alastor's strange behavior was no longer a priority.

That had been until the third odd occurrence came into being. It was Sir Pentious who had noticed it first, drawing it to the group's attention as Alastor walked through the lobby and past the group doing trust exercises there on his way to some meeting or another with the other overlords.

"Sir Pentious?" Charlie had called, trying to bring him back to earth as he watched the place Alastor had occupied, "Sir Pentious?"

"Pentious!" Vaggie yelled and his head snapped to her, "You're not coming up with some new plan to attack Alastor, are you?"

"No!" he quickly exclaimed, waving his hands frantically in the air, "Not at all just..."

"What?" Vaggie asked through gritted teeth, advancing a step forward, her spear in hand.

"It's just... doesn't that shadow Alastor has had following him well.... doesn't it kind of look like a woman?"

Husk broke out into wild laughter while Angel widened his eyes.

"Oh, he's definitely lost it now." Husk exclaimed as he calmed himself, clutching his stomach, "If I knew Y/n was the secret to breaking him down, I woulda done something about it years ago."

"No you wouldn't have, ya big talker." Angel teased, elbowing the cat demon lightly.

"Y/n?" Sir Pentious asked.

"Alastor's wife. That was her name." Husk replied.

"Did you know her?" Charlie asked.

Alastor had left the hotel, the threat that had held their questions at bay for months was gone and the topic was right. Husk nodded.

"So, what's she like?" Angel asked suggestively, "Is she more of a dom? Does deer boy like to get dicked down by his lady?"

"Gross." Charlie shook her head, her hands to her temples, "I do not want to know that."

"She's a good kid." Husk said after a moment, "She's nice..."

He trailed off.

"But?" Vaggie prompted, sensing there was more that he wanted to say.

Husk sighed.

"If you think Alastor is trouble, she's a fucking house fire set for the insurance money."

"So probably not interested in being a guest." Charlie dejectedly stated.

Husk shrugged.

"You never know. It has been seven years since anyone has seen her. Alastor allegedly knows where she's at but, he hasn't gone after her. Just keeps whining to me about it so, I don't know. Maybe she's changed. I doubt it though. Sweet as a pea, sharp as a knife."

Charlie had never felt such relief as when she learned Alastor had not died in the chaos of the battle. The hotel was destroyed, heaven was pissed, Sir Pentious had died but, at least he was alright. They rebuilt the hotel, Alastor's same shadow of a woman trailing after him wherever he went. After about a week, thanks to all the angelic and demonic powers involved in the construction, the new Hotel was finished.

It was just as they put the finishing touches on the place, hung the portrait of Sir Pentious they'd commissioned above the fire place, that a portal opened in the lobby. Everyone tensed, banding together behind Charlie and Alastor. Angels were coming, they were sure of it.

A crash echoed from the other side, a sharp yell and then something tumbled through the portal. With a flash, the portal disappeared behind the shape of a person huddled on the floor. She coughed violently.

Alastor's eyes went wide. Everyone else was too distracted to notice, but if they'd have been paying attention, they would have seen his shadow disappear.

The girl was filthy, her clothes torn and her hair tangled. She let out another, sharp cough before slowly lifting her head. Alastor took a trembling step forward.

"Y/n?" he asked, his voice soft in disbeleif.

A smile, wide and sharp, split the woman's bruised face in two.

"Hey hun, I'm home."

In a flash, he was at her side, helping her to her feet, checking her for wounds.

"Jesus, Y/n." he sighed, "You're a mess."

"I know."

"Y/n-"

"I know. I shouldn't have done it, you don't need to lecture me. I didn't have a choice. It was you or me, Al. I couldn't... I can't... I had to. You've gotta understand."

"Sweetheart-"

Y/n cut him off again, her speech a single, constant, stressed-out stream.

"It was stupid, I know. I know. I really do but, she gave me the option and I couldn't say no cause then if I said no you'd really be the one in trouble a-"

Alastor raised a hand gently to her cheek and Y/n's words caught in her throat. She looked up at him, meeting his eyes at last.

"You're as beautiful as the day I lost you."

His voice was soft, so quiet the others could barely hear him. Y/n's cheeks flushed a bright pink. Her hands found the lapels of his jacket, holding them lightly.

"I.." she stuttered, her mind racing.

With a sigh and a slight shake of her head, she gave up in the search for words and buried herself in his chest. Alastor wrapped his arms around Y/n, pressing her tightly into his frame.

"God, I missed you." she said, her voice muffled by the fabric.

Alastor pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her head.

"I love you." she continued, "I'm so sorry."

Alastor pulled her off of him, leaning down the slightest bit so they were eye to eye. Y/n, wiped a stray tear away, letting out a slight, sad laugh. Alastor's eyes traversed her face, caressing every crevasse.

"I'm so glad your alright but, I don't understand." he said at last, "How are you back? The deal..."

Y/n nodded and Alastor's eyes went wider still. Leaning on Alastor's shoulder for support, she turned her eyes onto the rest of the group.

"You must be Charlie." she hummed softly, meeting the young demon's gaze.

Taking a deep breath, Charlie stepped forward and nodded.

"Yes, I am. I run the Hazbin Hotel, which is where you are, to help rehabilitate sinners."

"I know." Y/n nodded, her voice quavering slightly, "I've heard so much about you. You... my dear, it worked."

"I- what?" every other question died in Charlie's throat, shock shot through her body like a bullet.

"It worked." Y/n confirmed, "You did it. I had a deal, a deal which Alastor went to your side to get me out of. If you succeeded in redeeming a soul with his aid, I would be free. And here I am."

"Here you are." Alastor repeated, spinning Y/n to face him once again.

She wobbled unsteadily on her feet. Catching sight of this along with the numerous wounds all over her body, Alastor scooped Y/n up into his arms like he did when they had first been married, when they had crossed the first threshold together. Y/n looped her arms around his neck, exhaustion seeping in with the relief as she let her head fall on his chest.

"Vaggie..." Charlie began as she turned to her girlfriend, "you don't think..."

"Pentious?" Vaggie asked and Charlie nodded.

"It's gotta be." Angel confirmed.

"You did good, kid." Husk smiled, patting Charlie on the back.

Y/n raised her head at the sound of a familiar voice, her eyes opening.

"Husker?" she asked with a smile.

The cat demon stepped forward, bowing slightly.

"Husker! I-"

"Enough of that, my love." Alastor cut her off, tapping her nose gently, "You need a shower and some rest. You can meet everyone in the morning."

Y/n crossed her arms, narrowing her eyes as she looked up at her husband.

"Promise?"

"Yes, I promise." he sighed.

"Does that mean you're staying?" Charlie asked tentatively and the couple turned to her.

"Whatever the little lady desires." Alastor stated, looking back down at his wife in a lovestruck daze.

"Yes, Charlie. We're staying." Y/n laughed, "Things need to start changing around here and I don't see anyone else doing a god damn thing to make that happen except for you."

"I.." Charlie was speechless, the kindness this fear inspiring woman was directing towards her, having never met her before. What Husk had said made sense, she smiled, "Thank you. I don't know what you did, but that you both so much."

"Anything for my favorite girl." Alastor kissed Y/n softly.

"Oh, get a room." Angel scoffed, rolling his eyes.

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earthtooz · 1 year

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one big brain dump tbh but a lot of fluff and swearing !

you fall for bakugou katsuki first.

he's unstoppable, a force to be reckoned with in the hero world. many have had their eyes on bakugou ever since he was a mere hero course student. safe to say he did not disappoint.

now climbing to one of the top hero spots, dynamight is widely adored by japan. despite crowning one of the most 'undesirable' personalities a hero can have, his fans equated him to a pomeranian and moved on to the latest papparazi photo taken at the time.

before the public, you adored bakugou katsuki first.

as a classmate, he pushed you to your limit without even knowing, invigorating you with a spirit to keep fighting. as a friend (you got there in the end), he entertained you with his grumbling, liked to carry your bag for you despite your reluctance, and kept you company throughout rigorous study periods.

somewhere along the way, you realised you adored bakugou katsuki, a lot more than friends should.

now as a coworker in his agency, he keeps you company during late hours, sends you off on missions with a 'come back alive, idiot', and delivers you gifts when things are going rough.

fate plays her cards and bakugou katsuki now finds himself falling even harder for you. five years after your revelation.

when he looks you in the eye there is something akin to determination in them and it alights pure admiration in his veins. despite your kindness, you are strengthened by ambition and purpose alone, and he finds himself caught in your magnetic field.

but these newfound feelings come to him as effortlessly as water flows down a stream after a downpour; destined to feel this way for you, helpless against the currents of life. after a long drought, he feels refreshed and rejuvenated by the energy you bring to his life.

he loves the little notes you stick on his desk, often paired with smiley faces, stupid jokes, or reminders that range from 'drink water!' or 'see you at the meeting at 1! :p'. he loves the daily lunch runs you have together, sometimes it's easier to get to work when he knows you're there with him. he loves that you're workout buddies, always giving him extra 'fun' challenges during his session by sitting atop him during push-ups or planks, or clinging to him like a koala as he does pull-ups.

bakugou katsuki loves you so naturally that you've been embedded in the little cracks of the hectic lives you both lead.

you're his homescreen and lockscreen, there's a plushie you gave him in third year sitting in his large-ass bedroom, there's a photo of you and him on his office desk, even more polaroids at home, and there's a designated mug for you in his cabinet for when you come over. it's used approximately twice a week.

bakugou doesn't want to show it, really, he doesn't, but he finds himself staring at you too often, too softly. there's a multitude of paparazzi photos of you two, the cameras catching the obvious shift in his eyes when it's you he's next to, looking at you with a grin as you ramble excitedly to him.

mina's never fails to send one whenever she sees them.

she even sent him a photo that was taken whilst he was walking through the street, too engaged with his phone to realise cameras pointed at him. the wild part is that there is a gentle, heartfelt smile etched on his face.

‘texting y/n? down bad.’

the acid user was blocked that day. she was right though.

the sad part is that he can recall exactly which text you sent that had him that giddy; it was a selfie of you and a pomeranian from patrol, paired with some joke that you found bakugou whilst out. whilst he would've blown anyone up who made the comparison to his face, he found himself zooming in on your bright smile, heart aching with a familiar longing.

he hates you. he hates you so bad that it hurts not to have you.

every reminder that you weren't his pains him even more. at his core, bakugou is nothing more than a bitter, jealous son of a bitch, but he can't help it. he's sacrificed too much to get to the top, but he doesn't want to lose you.

not when you look so beautiful- so ethereal laughing with that extra ‘hero’, monoma. under the gala lights, in your outfit, you were truly beautiful, and bakugou finds himself stunned by your allure, stomping over to you in a vulnerable moment of bewitchment.

he doesn't know how many people he pushed aside in the crowd, ignoring their grunts and gasps to reach you.

you, sweet, radiant, undeniable you find him first, meeting him in the middle with an even brighter smile.

despite being in the middle of a stuffy, packed floor, filled to the brim with heroes, sidekicks, reporters and managers alike, it is only you and bakugou. the intimacy causes him to feel overwhelmed by your glow; the tie he's donning suddenly tightening around his neck, causing him to choke on his words.

there's a sudden urge to get to his knees and start praising the ground you stand on.

"hi," you murmur.

"hey,” he responds, briefly scanning you up and down. “you look nice.”

you laugh at his compliment, masking the violent heartbeat of your chest. "thank you, katsuki. i think you look dashing."

the blond offers you his arm. you take it without much thought. "of course i do. if i wanna stand next to you i have to look worthy of it."

you fall first for bakugou katsuki.

but he's waiting at the bottom to catch you in his arms.

#i love the 'falls first but falls harder' trope... it's so cute... and i failed miserably #subpar writing #bakugo x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugou x you #bakugo katsuki x reader #bakugo katuski x reader #mha x reader #bnha x reader #mha fluff #bnha fluff #bakugou fluff #bakugo fluff #bakugou imagine #bakugo imagine #my hero academia x reader #boku no hero academia x reader

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