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being low key shit faced during a d&d session is so fun. like, am I kinda less involved? sure. but I’m also less manic aight....
#finally some distance between myself and my character#also no one has noticed my goncharov hoodie I'm so sad uwu#so what if none but one of them are tumblrinas#I'm fucking slaying rn okay#tipsy val talks
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【 𝔢𝔲𝔯𝔶𝔞𝔩𝔢 * 𝔞 𝔤𝔬𝔯𝔤𝔬𝔫 𝔰𝔠𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔪 】 — an event open.
where ... out the side of the rented villa; alex’s birthday event.
when ... just after 11pm
with ... anyone!
“I’M not trying to over think, but fuck, if i don’t go in and wish the bastard a happy birthday ... it’ll look weird, but if i do go in and anything happens ...” she shudders, a little comically, for effect, “... it’ll be worse than a no-show. this whole island is the EPICENTRE of rumour and gossip,” her rambles over a cigarette in the shadows somewhat helped in the form of vodka and red-bull ... val takes a puff, the gray smoke wafting as she adds; “hell, if i walk in and he’s sucking face with lux, not that i mind the girl at all, i can’t exactly promise my facial expressions will behave; it’s still a bit weird, alright? and even if my face does behave, what’s to stop someone from going to her and pointing me out, spilling the beans that alex and i used to fuck around up until they started dating? ... i’d even bet that some swizzle-stick dick busy-body will put the idea in the poor girls head that there was overlap ... which there was not, to be clear.”
“MAYBE i’ll just keep ducking eye contact, find me some jell-o shots and see if i can just avoid the landmines of my ex’s and ex-hook ups ... and the ex’s current girlfriends ... or boyfriends ... or spouses,” she hisses out a breath, carried with the last of the cigarette. val lights another, and takes a sip from her cup ... searching for a little soothing in the mixed energy drink and vodka. “god, this reminds me of senior-year parties ... i’m REALLY not in the mood to either wear a drink or throw a drink tonight.”
#ooc; i have no idea why val is so chaotic right now. she's a little tipsy and is 100% over thinking#eternal! eventstarter#eternal! alexsbday#ooc; maybe they are the one she's talking to or maybe they overhear?? go with your flow
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Perfect Fit Part 8
Summary: Y/N is the new member joining the Avengers that came from a top-secret program in SHIELD that she was in all her life. Now that she has joined the team, she is experiencing life for the first time. She has caught the eye of the two most powerful women on the team.
Word Count: ~1.6k
A/N: I am back! Sorry for the long wait but starting a full-time job was a lot, but now I am getting into the groove of this at work
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7
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Wanda and Natasha sit on the couch while the team congratulates the newly engaged couple. This should be the happiest moment for the couple, but it doesn’t feel right for either of them. All they can think about is if Y/N is okay.
Y/N returns from the bathroom and sits next to the couple, not in between them like she was before. This saddens the couple, but they can’t show it because everyone is watching them.
“So are you going to say yes, Wanda?” Yelena ask realizing that Wanda never said anything yet.
“Oh, um…” Wanda is frozen in space wondering what to say next. Of course, she wants to marry Natasha, but not at this time while they are trying to figure out their feelings for Y/N. Wanda looks over at Y/N to see her not looking at them.
“Yes, I will marry you, Natasha,” Wanda says.
“We will talk about this later,” Wanda says abruptly through the mind link to Natasha.
“Of course, I am sorry,” Natasha says to Wanda in the mind link. The team all cheers and continues to play the game.
Carol comes over and sits next to Y/N before the game starts again. She puts her hand on Y/N’s thigh lightly. Y/N didn’t mind this because she is sad that she has no chance with Wanda and Natasha now. At this point, she might as well see if there is anything with Carol.
This action did not go unnoticed by Natasha and Wanda who are keeping a close eye on Carol, so her hand doesn’t go too far up Y/N’s thigh.
After a few more rounds everyone is chilling and having a good time. Y/N has had a bit more to drink, but she is enjoying her time while she takes her mind off Wanda and Natasha’s engagement.
Carol has been whispering in Y/N’s ear to talk to her because ‘it is too loud in the room’. Natasha and Wanda were watching the whole time. Every time Carol whispers to her, Carol moves her hand further up Y/N’s thigh.
Natasha had enough, grabbed Y/N’s hand, and dragged her into the kitchen to make another drink. Y/N went along with it because it might be the last time she would be able to hold Natasha’s hand.
“So you have a crush on Carol and Val huh?” Natasha says while making two drinks for them.
“No,” Y/N says sadly.
“Oh, then who do you have crushes on then?” Natasha says shyly. Afraid that she isn’t going to say herself and Wanda. This is the first time Y/N has seen Natasha so vulnerable.
“It doesn’t matter who they are now because it won’t work out now. It seems like they are happy on their own without me” Y/N says dancing around the answer and not looking at Natasha, like they both don’t know they have feelings for one another.
Natasha steps closer to Y/N and then grabs Y/N’s chin, so she is looking at her. They are frozen in place staring into each other’s eyes which felt like entirety, but was only for a couple of seconds.
“I didn’t mean to propose to Wanda” Natasha slips out of her mouth and Y/N looks at her confused.
“Do you not love her?” Y/N questions Natasha.
“Of course I do. I’ll do anything for that woman” Natasha says softly.
“Then why didn’t you mean to propose to her?” Y/N wonders.
“I love Wanda with all my heart and I do want to marry her someday, but things have changed recently for the both of us,” Natasha says with admiration in her eyes for Y/N.
“What change?” Y/N questions.
“You…. you made us see and feel things differently now. We want to explore that with you” Natasha says looking at Y/N’s lips. Natasha has had enough drinks in her to make her tipsy unlike the rest of her team that is drunk off their ass. But the way the light is hitting Y/N, the music playing in the background, and how kissable Y/N’s lips look right now she can’t resist.
Natasha leans in and kisses Y/N. Y/N let out a vulgar moan when their lips met, and then the fight for dominance began. Natasha was surprised at how dominant Y/N was at first, but she was not going to let her win on the first kiss; maybe one day she would let Y/N be dominant over her.
She is not going to lie about how turn-on she is on how dominating Y/N is right now.
A few seconds later Y/N lost the battle for dominance and gave in to Natasha. The kiss lasted for a few more seconds and they both reluctantly pulled apart from each other; both breathing heavily.
“That was….” Y/N starts
“Astonishing” Natasha finishes the sentence.
“Wanda is going to kill me even more when I tell her that I was able to kiss you first” Natasha smirks, and Y/N smiles and rolls her eyes playfully.
“Look Wanda and I wanted to talk to you about our feelings for you soon, but that box slipped out of my pocket. Tonight after Wanda and I talk, come to our room so we can tell you together how we feel” Natasha says hopeful that Y/N agrees to come.
“Yes, of course. I was worried that you guys didn’t want me because you proposed. I have had feelings for you guys for a while now” Y/N says honestly.
“That is quite the opposite. Now I am going to grab Wanda so we can talk privately then we will let you know when to come to our room” Natasha says with a smile on her face. Y/N nods happily and goes to her room to get herself together. She didn’t want to have this important talk a drunken mess. The first thing Y/N does when she gets in her room is to take a shower.
Natasha walks about over to the group swaying her hips happily.
“Where’s Y/N” Carol asks looking around.
“Oh she said that she needed to turn in for tonight,” Natasha says with a smile on her face because Carol looks upset about that fact.
“Come dorogoy, let’s turn in for the night too so we can talk,” Natasha says with her hand out for Wanda. The team whistles and makes dirty jokes about what they think the newly engaged couple is going to do tonight; but oh boy are they wrong.
Wanda raises her eyebrows at how Natasha is glowing right now but takes Natasha’s hand anyway. They both go to their shared room and close the door behind them.
“What got you smiling so big like that when we upset Y/N and for proposing in front of everyone tonight ruining our chances with Y/N?” Wanda questions getting upset at her now fiancée.
“Let me explain…” Natasha starts to say.
“Did you see how upset Y/N looked when she saw the ring? She ran into the bathroom to cry and that broke me, Nat” Wanda says honestly” Wanda interrupts.
“I know and it was a mistake. I didn’t mean to propose to you then. I bought the ring so long ago before we met Y/N and I was ready to pop the question. While I was looking at the ring, you came out of the bathroom so I just hid it in my back pocket. You know that I want to explore our feelings with Y/N together. I am truly sorry” Natasha says sincerely and Wanda lets out a big sigh.
“I know you didn’t mean it, Nat. It was that we had that movement taking body shots off of her and I thought we were really close to something, but it was rid in that moment. I am sorry for overreacting” Wanda says sadly.
“You don’t need to be sorry dorogoy. It is okay to express to me how we feel to each other. Let's not act like some TV show where they can easily fix 98% of their problem by just talking it out with each other. I do have some good news and some upset news… well only upsetting to you” Natasha says and Wanda looks at her to continue.
“The good news is that Y/N knows that we have feelings for her and she has feelings for us. We just need to talk over it together with her tonight!” Natasha says and Wanda jumps up and down with joy.
“This is amazing dragoste. Now was is the bad news?” Wanda questions.
“I kissed Y/N!” Natasha says thinking about the moment they kissed but is interrupted by Wanda lightly slapping Natasha all over her body.
“Ouch! I told you it was only going to be bad news for you” Natasha smiled.
“You got to kiss her without me” Wanda pouts. Natasha laughs and gives Wanda a peck on the lips.
“You will most likely kiss her tonight too,” Natasha says to make Wanda feel better.
“True. I call kissing her first after we talk about our feelings! Now tell me how it was” Wanda asked wanting to know desperately.
“It was incredible dorogoy! It felt the same way when I kiss you, heavenly. While you taste sweet, she is a mixture of sweet and savory where you just want to explore her mouth more and more to find out the taste” Natasha says almost drooling at the thought of Y/N’s lips.
“Alright, now I need to go lay my lips on our girl. Let’s go and get her” Wanda says giddily; while Natasha is smiling at how Wanda called Y/N ‘our girl’.
They walk down the hall to Y/N’s room. They get to her door and open it up to see Carol on the bed and Y/N in front of the bed naked.
“What is going on here?!”
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Romance (Alastor x Angel) 1/3
Seeing all of Hazbin Alastor fics out there I had to throw my hat in the ring. I love a slutty Al, but I wanted to lean more into him being a fucked up guy ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Got a little out of control and now I have to split it up into multiple parts, oops.
Anyways here's part one, hope you enjoy!
story warnings - language, light smut, horror
It was a rare quiet night at the hotel, and even rarer, Alastor found himself sitting at the bar chatting with Husk. Husker wasn't sure what the hell had come over him, but it was highly interesting to see the fearsome demon being so nostalgic. He'd sauntered into the room fixing his cuffs and humming an old tune which he transferred to the radio in the room. Leaning on the bar, he'd greeted Husk as an old friend and asked for a two finger pour of rye as he settled onto a stool. Husk had been skeptical and originally scoffed at the demon telling him to fuck off, but Alastor had proved to simply be talkative and on, what Husk shuddered to realize, was his best behavior. With the jazz softly playing from the glowing green radio, Husker managed a deep chuckle as Alastor finished his second drink. He was delighted to see that, from what he could tell, Al was a bit tipsy. He poured off another double as Angel burst into the room yawning and making his usual loud entrance.
"Aaahhh fuck me, daddy, whata rough night!" Husk rolled his eyes. Not looking forward to having his feathers ruffled, he started getting Angel's post work black out beverage ready hoping that would keep him off his back. "When Val fixates on somthin' he really goes all in." Angel sat delicately on the stool and grabbed for the drink Husk slid him, flitting his fingers over Husk's claws and staring him in the eye "you ever hearda fistin?" Angel purred cocking his brow and smiling his toothy grin at the fallen overlord. Husk pinched his face in disgust and slammed the bottle in his hand on the bar. "That's fuckin it! I've had to listen to his psychotic rambling all night and I'm sure as shit not dealing with your bullshit now too. Make your own drinks I'm fuckin' outta here..." Husk swiped a bottle of gin and wandered off down the hall, flipping the pair off as he took a large swig from the bottle.
"Boooo! You're no fun!" Angel yelled after him. He pouted for a second, his favorite play thing slamming the bedroom door, but then he remembered he wasn't the only one left at the bar alone. "Well, well, well," Angel sighed, shifting his attention to the demon sitting at the other end of the bar "Guess that just leaves you an' me." Alastor peered at him from the corner of his eye, shockingly casual, resting his cheek against his left palm while his right kept a loose but firm hold on the crystal tumbler in his hand.
His eyes were more relaxed than Angel had ever seen, and his usual sickly grin was replaced with a lazy smile, a chuckle sitting on his lips. "You really know how to clear a room, my fine fellow." Alastor snickered into his glass. A frown quickly crossed Angels face as he took a long drink from the cocktail Husk had made before leaving, but he was enjoying himself and quickly grinned leaning in closer. "Maybe I just wanted ta be alone with you, doll face..." He turned towards the Radio Demon crossing his legs and leaning an elbow over the bar, opening his body and rolling a finger around the rim of his own drink. Alastor quirked a brow and chuckled again "Is that so?" He grinned wide, staring wistfully at the bottles lining the back of the bar "I think you’ll find I have a very….” He looked into his glass of rye “particular type." the demon chuckled darkly and took another drink from his glass, smiling fondly at the tumbler as he set it back down on the bar.
Not one to be rejected and emboldened by booze, Angel downed the rest of his drink and stood up, he marched over to the demon and kicking his leg over Alastor's head, rest it on the demon’s shoulder. Sliding himself onto his lap, Angel pressed his groin down on top of Alastor's letting out a gentle moan. The deer demon looked down and then up into Angel's pink eyes with his own smoldering red, smiling wider than Angel had seen all night. “Is that you saying you don’t want me?” Angel asked softly, tilting his head to the side and lowering his eyes coyly, playing with Alastor's lapels with one pair of arms and toying with the hair at his neck with the other. The deers ear twitched and he wrapped his claws around Angels hips, digging his fingers into his sides while lifting him off of his lap, placing him onto the bar.
Leaning in, Alastor stood from his seat and kept one hand on Angel's hip while grabbing the rest of his whiskey from behind him. Angel watched as the overlord closed his eyes and swallowed the last of his drink. Letting out a content sigh, Alastor stared down at his own hand, thumb lazily rubbing circles onto Angel's hip, sending chills through the spiders body "No mon chere," he cooed, leaning closer to Angel's face, tilting his to ghost over the curve of his cheek with his own, he drew a gasp from Angel "It's a warning." he smirked as he leaned in almost touching Angel with his lips. He chuckled dark and low against Angel's neck, causing him to shudder and Alastor to tumble into a rolling manic laughter as he began to fade into wisps of black smoke. The black tendrils of smoke floated through the floor, as his form faded he cackled and dissipated into nothing, leaving Angel sitting alone on the bar, Alastor's laugh echoing in the halls.
Angel let out a breath he didn't even realize he was holding, what the fuck was that? How did he survive that act of sheer idiocy and... Did... Did Alastor really just flirt back?? "There's no way..." Angel mumbled to himself, but he couldn't stop thinking about Alastor's thumb, caressing him and how close he was to his face, the smell of whiskey on his breath drifting across Angel’s face with every word he spoke… Mon Chere... Angel blushed and shivered, whatever that was it had to have been a fluke. Or was it more? He figured he would grab a bottle and further mull this over in his room, he was a bit worked up after whatever THAT was. He scoffed and laughed to himself, he seriously never thought he would be rushing to his bedroom to keep thinking about that red and black lunatic, but there was something different about Alastor tonight, and it piqued Angel's curiosity.
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Angel’s fingers drunkenly danced along the walls as he lazily walked towards his room. He took a long drink from the bottle he’d grabbed from the bar and rest his body against the wall thinking back to earlier with Alastor. He could still feel where he had grabbed him, could still feel the warmth of his body underneath him. Angel drunkenly looked down the hall, his bedroom was just across the way where he planned on running his hands all over his body pretending they were someone else's, but Alastor’s room was only a couple of doors down… he remembered the horned demon not saying no when Angel offered himself, just giving a warning. “Ha!” He laughed out loud, no offense but after everything he’d been through with Val, Angel was pretty sure he could handle whatever weird kink Alastor had. “Could be hot.” Angel smirked as he took another long drink from the bottle and sauntered down the hall.
Standing at Alastor's door filled him with a sense of dread. It was somehow darker near his room than the others, like the candles didn't dare spread their light too close. He had marched up to the wooden frame resolute on pounding down the door until Alastor let him in, but now all of his courage had disappeared and he was left worrying his lip and wringing his fingers. He took another drink and straightened his clothes, what if he was just fucking with him and didn’t want him here? He seemed pretty inviting before... Angel brought his thumb to his mouth. Chewing on his nail, the sinner stared at the door. “Fuck it.” He decided after a long pause and taking a deep breath, raised his hand to knock on the door.
“Good evening my spidery friend!” Alastor's chipper voice sliced through Angel's anxiety and startled him before he could even strike, sending the bottle crashing to the ground and him tumbling into the door. He quickly straightened himself and spun around eyeing the demon, standing there smug as always. It would have annoyed Angel if he wasn't so invested in the idea of breaking him, "Whatever can I help you with at this hour?" Alastor tilted his head grinning with teeth. Angel put on his best performance, pushing his elbows in to puff up his chest and lowering his eyes. Looking up through dark lashes, "I think we both know what I want...." Angel smirked reaching out towards the demon’s twisted grin. Before he could reach him though, Alastor took a large step in and slammed a hand into the wall next to Angel, startling him and pinning him against the door. His grin looked like a snarl and his breath was ragged, eyes glowing ever so slightly. "Then ask for it my dear." Alastor instructed through the broken static, clearly fighting through a hunger in his voice. Angel shivered at the command, "Fine," he let out a shaky breath and looked Alastor in the eye "I want….” He straighten his back and raised his face defiantly “I want you to fuck me. Do whatever you want to me." Angel blushed at having to say it out loud, he felt his stomach tighten and his mouth go dry, but he looked Alastor in the eye all the same. In a swift motion Alastor leaned back, removing his arm from the wall and placing it behind his back.
Alastor stood there as usual, signature grin plastered wide on his face, but there was something different behind it, something feral. The hallway felt colder, the shadows were longer and his left eye was flickering - a pupil and then a dial, his right eye was blood red and murderous staring straight into Angel’s. Angel swallowed silently and shifted uncomfortably resting his back against the wooden door. They’d never stood this close before tonight, he could smell him for the first time - a heady mix of cold moss and raging bonfire and… something metallic... bourbon? No... stale blood. The realization made him shiver. Just as he was about to speak the radio demon chuckled deep and low. “Alright then,” The demon took a large step forward immediately invading Angels space and leaving only a hairs width between them “If you insist.” No static, no act - only Alastor’s dark caramel voice dripping from his fangs.
Angels eye popped wide in his surprise.
Being completely honest he never thought he would get this far, he didn’t have a clue what a night with Alastor would entail, though his body desperately wanted to be under his. Realistically he was a bit scared, but in too deep to back out now. As quickly as he could manage, his shock became smug and he gathered his bravado enough to smile back, “Ha! ‘bout time. I was beginning ta wonder if you even had a dick at all.” Angel smirked and tried to read Alastor’s face to see if his goading was working, but as usual he was impossible to read. Nothing changed on his sinister face, but he did notice that Alastor's antlers had grown.
Instead of the smaller, often hard to see through his hair pair, they were now a full set of towering sharp antlers, like a twisted crown. Other than his horns he was still standing there, hands behind his back, staff in hand, smiling. It intimidated Angel but he doubled down, “Ain’t ya goin’ to sweep me off my feet, and ravage me proper, Daddy?” Angel pouted placing a set of hands on his hips and rubbing his chest with the other, running his hands down his chest he began to slowly peel off his jacket, looking coyly at the buck.This pulled another low and terrifying chuckle from the Radio Demon. It would be sexy if there wasn’t something deadly laced in his laugh, like a sinister melody that stoked a burning fire deep in Angels stomach, and a fear. “No no, after you my darling. After all,” he leaned in, suddenly closer if possible, Alastor’s lips lightly brushing the back of Angels cheek, his breath tickling the fur on his neck, the static and cheery tone gone from his voice, now only a gentle purr “I love a good show from any angle.”
A deep shiver ran through Angels body. He noticed Alastor was now further back, studying him. The grin had turned into a smirk, and his eyes were soft. His flickering eye has stopped, though the dial has stayed and his antlers now glowed wistfully with his acid green magic. His eyes slowly dance over Angels curves, finally meeting his in a dare. Angel couldn’t look away, he’s enthralled, scared, but the fire has burned into an inferno deep in his stomach and he can feel an ache to be touched, to be filled. Accepting the dare in Alastor’s eyes, he turned around slowly, rubbing his body on the door, grinding his hips and caressing the frame, if its a show he wants a show he’ll get. Angel gazed back over his shoulder, two hands rubbing the wood of the door, two hands toying with the hem of his shirt, slowly pulling it up as he watched the radio demon stare. Alastor's eyes were now both glowing red dials, his antlers had grown darker, larger and more threatening. A cold fog filled the hallway and Angel could see his thick shadow tentacles reaching and crawling on the wall behind him. Writhing, slowly inching towards him from where the radio demon stood, hands behind his back, staff in hand, smiling that terrible sickening, stitched smile.
Angel looked away letting out a shuddering breath, he slowly reached for the doorknob with a shaking hand, he was beyond touch starved and needed to have Alastor's sharp hands on his body now. Angel blushed into the door, embarrassed to be panting and undone like this in front of the demon, but he couldn’t help that he melts under his stare. He can’t help that he wants to fuck that smile off his face and see his mouth twisted in a panting, begging, sweating mess. His mouth… with a ragged breath he twisted the brass knob and looked back one last time to make sure this wasn’t a joke - pink eyes meet red, burning red, dripping fangs with a bright sickening green glow from behind the fog. “Fuck” angel breathes, and turned around, facing Alastor with a half lidded smirk, he pulled off his shirt and tossed it to the side, throwing himself back into the door as it swung open, into Alastor's bedroom.
Except he isn’t in a bedroom. Immediately, as Angel crossed the threshold into Alastor’s room, everything disappeared as if a light had been turned off and now he was alone, standing in the middle of a forest. His eyes darted around, begging to find something familiar, but there was no hallway, no bed, no door, no Alastor. Just Angel, standing alone in a small muddy thicket of trees near a clearing, shirtless. He could hear birds and It was bright out, maybe twilight? Dawn? He couldn’t tell, fuck he didn’t even know what the hell was going on. His body was still on fire from just a second ago and now he was alone, in the middle of some forest, at some time of day, horny and confused. He blinked and then sneered “Arggghhh FUCK!” Angel threw his arms up and kicked angrily at a pile of leaves “FUCK YOU ALASTOR!!” He screamed with all of his body into the trees. Save for the sound of birds chirping in the distance and the sounds of his own panting, there was no reply, no echo, not even rustling in the leaves. Moments passed, Angel’s panting slowed and eventually he caught his breath, but his frustration was slowly starting to turn into unease. He had no idea where he was and no idea how to find out.
“You still can my boy!”
Angel jumped, Alastor's signature chipper voice broke through the silence of the forest from behind him, but when he turned around he didn’t see anyone. “WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON ALASTOR? WHERE THE FUCK AM I?” He screamed, eyes darting from tree to tree, spinning and trying to see where he was. “Over here my darling!” Angel walked forward a ways through bushes and over stones until finally his eyes landed on a twisted old tree, gnarled wood reaching out at grotesque angles, bare of any leaves. Its twisted veining bark was black and gray, a millipede crawling from one knot in the wood to another, a skull of some small animal at the base of its roots. “Hellooo? Is this thing on?” Angels eyes darted up the tree to a small mantle radio. It was old like all of Alastor's radios, this one looked like it was some sort of cherry wood with brass filigree. It’d been stuffed into a roughly gouged out hole in the tree, gaps filled with twigs and leaves, sewn into the tree through the bark with thick sinewy thread. Demonic symbols carved into the surrounding wood glowed with Alastor’s vermillion magic.
“What the fuck is going on?!” Angel screamed, fear sneaking into his voice.
“I know you’re any easy catch, but I tend to be a bit of a hopeless romantic myself,” the radio blared, Angel frowned. “And nothing gets the blood pumping more than a romantic hunt!” Alastor chirped through the static. Angel crossed all of his arms throughly annoyed, “You mean a romantic chase?”
“But of course! What did I say?” Angel rolled his eyes as the radio continued
“Now I’ll hide and you seek, I do so LOVE the chase!” Another dark rolling chuckle comes from the demon as the broadcast ends, Alastor's manic laughter filling the forest with a unholy echo as the green glow from the symbols faded, leaving nothing but scarred gray wood and silence.
#hazbin hotel#hazbin alastor#hazbin fanfic#hazbin angel dust#alastor#angel dust#alastor x angel dust
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The Chains that Bind us (HuskerDust)
Summary: Angel Dusts had another tough day at work, so Husk distracts him with a quick lesson on the art of poker
Authors note: Let me just say, I have only played Texas Holdem consistently so that's what you are getting here. Also, the capitalization on certain words is very intentional. You'll see what I mean while you read
Warnings: Abuse mention, alcohol, gambling/poker, sexual mentions but nothing vulgarly described
There were days few and far between Angel wouldn't come home with a new bruise with makeup caked in it, or a new already closed scab of some sort.
Husk knew. He fucking knew and it killed him seeing that spider still going back, under no control of his own and out of fear for his own life, his own soul.
He knew the feeling though. He was on a leash hunself. Alastor made sure Husk was aware of the thin ice he slid on, always quick to brandish more of his sharp teeth when talking with the little cat. The ghost of the shackle he had around his neck squeezed more when Alastor was around, reminding him puppet strings that encircled the bartender, making him dance around like a fucking show pony.
Husk huffed when Angel came back from another day at work, rubbing his eyelids as the spider all but collapsed onto the bar stool, resting his head on the bar top while his hands held the back of his head.
Husk sighed, tapping the bar top right next to the pornstars’ ear. The spider looked up, bags under his eyes heavier than Adam’s head that had to carry all his ego.
”You good, Angel?” The cat asked. The spider sighed low in response, head back down on the counter.
”Val had me do stripper shots right after a few gang bangs, and I'm sore all over.” Angel Dust responded. Husk sighed, pouring the dude his usual, sliding it over to him. Angel looked at the glass, and took a sip, sitting up in his stool a bit more.
“Thanks, kitty.” Angel said. Husk scoffed at the nickname Angel gave him, forcing the small lift of his lips back down.
“Yeah, yeah. It’s my job.” He replied. The actor smirked, leaning his cheek into his palm with his elbow anchored to the counter.
”Y’know… You never told me how things were when you were an overlord.”
Husk bristled at the sudden comment, looking away and reorganizing the shelves for the upteenth time that day.
”Yeah, what about it?” He asked, tone a bit more snappy. Angel chuckled, eyelids drooping a bit.
”Aww~ c’mon, can’t a few friends share some old stories?” The spider smirked more, leaning forward more. “I wanna know what’s under that wall of steel you have over your heart. It’s only fair.”
Husk rolled his eyes, his wings tensing around him as he glared at the sinner on the other side of the bar top.
”Oh yeah, what’s in it for me?”
”Weeelll~”
”Other than the way you usually… provide for other people.”
Angel huffed, tapping his fingertips to the rim of his glass as he thought. Husk folded his arms over his chest, tail beating against the wall behind him in a soft rhythm in tune with Angels incessant fidgeting. The spider finally smiled, snapping his fingers at the cat.
”I’ll take you up on that offer to teach me poker.”
Husk raised an eyebrow. He vaguely remembered shit talking about Angel poker skill when Charlie brought out exercises with board games. Something about humility and sportsmanship, he wasn’t entirely sure. He does recall how even Sir Pentious bested the poor spider, though it may have had something to do with his egg minions sneaking cards into his deck when he thought no one was looking. He did say he would teach the spider the basics of it, but nothing really happened.
”… fine. Let me get tipsy first though, I’m too sober for this.” the cat relented. The spider whooped, taking his drink and going over to the couch in the lobby as Husk made his own drink, rifling through the tables drawers and pulling out a deck of cards.
Husk trudged over to the couch, drinking the whiskey and sighing in content as the sting went down his throat, the familiar burn now settling on his tongue. God, the things that would be so much better in his life if he only ever felt that feeling…
Angel flicked the cat's wing, making Husk hiss and recoil. The spider smiled, sitting on the other side of the table, tossing the deck to Husk. Husk narrowed his eyes.
”We both know I can’t shuffle for shit. Besides, I like seeing your hands at work~” Angel said. Husk clicked his tongue, setting his drink down and shuffling the cards, trying extra hard not to fall on bad habits and count them.
The cards were mixed up as good as they were gonna get, and he started to deal with them.
”In poker, there are a lot of things at play, most only at the mercy of fate itself and probability.” He started to explain, sliding Angel two cards and taking two cards for himself.
”First is Texas Hold’Em. Cause it’s honestly the easiest game for me to explain the hierarchy of the combinations of the ways you could win for me.” Husk said, snapping his fingers and stacks of different colored chips appeared before him and Angel. The spider jumped, and looked at him with raised eyebrows.
”You can summon that on a whim?? How come this only just came up?” He asked, smirking.
Husk shrugged, separating the stacks and sliding Angels over to him. “Did you ever ask before?”
Angel chuckled, running a hand through his hair. He hadn’t… he hadn’t asked a lot about the cat, honestly.
Why hadn’t he?
The spider shook his head of those thoughts, and tilted his head as Husk told him the different chips' value.
“White is one buck, blue is two, red is five, and black is ten. Got it?”
Angel hummed in acknowledgement, listening closely as Husk explained how the rules worked, how he would be the big blind and have to start the ante up with only one or a few more chips, depending on how far into the game you are and how many people are playing.
Husk took a sip of his drink, throwing two white chips in, and knocked on the table
”That means a check. Meaning I ain’t got shit and don’t want to raise the ante. Now, if you have something like a high card or a high pair, you would typically raise but I like to see what the deck has to offer before I do anything.” The bartender took a card off the pile and put it to the side.
”You always burn a card before you pull the three cards,” he explained, taking three more cards one at a time and setting them one by one on the table. Angel nodded, taking a quick glance at his cards and leaning forward to get a better look at the cards on the table.
Angel hesitantly threw in a red chip, and Husk lips tilted up, his eyebrows raised a bit.
”Big spender, huh? That shows confidence. Or arrogance. With you, could be one or the other.” He commented, and matched Angels bet with a red chip of his own. Angel huffed.
Was this how he was back when he gambled a lot?
…
The slander spider got his answer after six rounds of the game. Husk was one to get under one’s skin, pull at their faults as they played. He taught Angel Dust as they played, and even folded once and let Angel win a round. But he… To put it bluntly, was a bit of an ass.
Angel snapped a bit after losing for the third time in a row, glaring at the cat.
“Aw… is the little actor mad the only thing he’s good at here is bluffing?” He teased, tail swishing behind him. Angel snarled,
”Oh yeah? Big talk for someone who lost their-“ Angel’s lips sealed themselves, and shook his head. Husk stiffened, his tail stopped swishing. Angel grimaced.
”Look, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have pushed that-“
Husk held up a hand to silence the rambling, and sighed.
”No, no. I was asking for it. Sorry. Old habits die hard, eh?”
Angel sighed, going over to sit next to Husk, leaving space between them.
“Still, that was shitty of me to say.” he said. Husk hummed, rapping his knuckled under his chin.
”Yeah, no. You see why nobody missed me when good ol’ Al put the collar on me and pulled harshly. I was a dick back then.”
Angel scoffed, and rolled his eyes.
”Yeah, we’re in hell. I’ve seen dicks, of both variety’s, more than I see my own room daily. You’re not the only asshole here.” Angel said. Husk grunted, his wings shuffling a bit.
”That’s not the whole thing… I was a nuisance. The only reason I wasn’t dealt with before Al came is because no one wanted to deal with my cocky ass.”
Angel snorted, and Husk shot him a look, before smiling a bit.
“Alright, poor word choice on my part. Point is, no one wanted to waste their energy on me. I wasn’t feared, or respected. My presence was tolerated and annoying to deal with so they just didn’t bother.”
Angel pulled his lips in a tight line, eyes narrowing as Husk described his experience.
”Oh please, most of the overlords are annoying nowadays. Have you seen the Vs lately?”
Husk barked a laugh, looking at the spider next to him.
”I have… and I have a desire to maul one of them,” he said. Angel chuckled, placing a dainty hand on his shoulder.
”If you do get the chance, make sure it sticks.” Angel responded. Husk smiled lazily, placing a claw over Angel's hand.
”Will do, angel.”
Husk ignored the way he saw Angel's makeup smeared, exposing the fresh bruise on his shoulder. He would talk about it when he needed to.
Being under the thumb of an overlord who treats others like a plaything or a pawn would be demoralizing for anyone. Being the plaything is a whole different story. Husk could feel the ebbs of the phantom metal hanging from his neck. He wouldn’t pretend to know the extent of what that sleazy moth makes Angel go through. He won’t push about how he saw the way his shoulders sagged more today, and knowing the weight had more to it than just tiredness.
Angel had his own struggles, his special hell tailored for him by the one who owned his soul. His own chains made be of the same smoke that fucker breaths, but they held more weight than Hush could comprehend.
The least he could do was to distract him from the weight of his own chains, even if it meant that Husk helped him carry the weight of it. He lessened his load, why not return the favor?
#hazbin hotel#hazbin angel dust#hazbin husk#hazbin huskerdust#hazbin husker#huskerdust#angel dust#angel x husk#tw alchohol mention#tw abuse mention
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Yingyue had not had enough from her work shift. Already tipsy from drinking with her customers, the demigoddess left straight from work to Vision. She did not even change from her work attire, a sleek, velvet black dress that did not necessarily match the vibe of the other dancers. However, her goal hadn't been to mingle with others or to spend time on the dance floor. She had merely wanted to continue her drinking without going home. And, she drunk like no tomorrow.
Passing a certain threshold, the demigoddess felt the alcohol pumping through her veins. With what left of sanity she had, she knew that she needed a bit of assistance getting home, and she had slipped through her phone, clicking on what she thought was Val's number. Whether it was from her blurry vision or impaired coordination, that did not occur, and she selected the phone unaware that it was going to Vitas. 'Need help at Vision. I overdrank. I need help geting hom!!"
Then, she waited patiently. The demigoddess paid off all her drinks, and though she knew she was sloshed, she still finished the last sips of the drink she bought. Yingyue finally started talking to another person until she saw her phone light up with their arrival. Outside, the figure waited, and she stumbled from her spot to grab her jacket. Struggling to pull it on, she was so thrilled to see her friend that she barely pulled it on before she went straight for them.
With just Vitas outside, she immediately assumed that it was Valerie. So drunk, she did not realize the height different, though her heels did help bridge that gap, and even further, she did not realize it was a man till the damage had been done. With a small, happy exclamation, Yingyue lunged forward to wrap the other's neck in a sweet and tight hug. "My hero, Va-" She stopped, immediately noticing the difference in the body in her arms. "Ah!" She looked to his face, but that confusion quickly wiped away to a genuine happiness. "Vitas! What are you doing here!"
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Six months of deployment, even when he isn't the one flying but giving directions and instructions, leave Maverick more tired than any other tour before. He can almost feel it in his bones why Sunny is stepping down the moment he's going to turn sixty.
All he wants to do is sleep for the next seven years and lay on his bed until he can't anymore. But he promised to his class and to the Daggers to go out for a drink, and seriously, how could he say no when Halo looked at him with shiny, pleading eyes?
"Just one drink and then I'm gone." He says it out loud and he doesn't know if he's trying to convince himself or Javy, even if the other pilot is looking at him like he knows it's all a ruse and Mav is going to stay until the end of the night. But no, no, it's not going to happen; he needs t- oh. Oh.
"Penny, I'm looking good, right?" he asks to the woman behind the counter.
"Yeah?" she answers, but she doesn't seem sure of why he should ask her that question until her eyes follow what, who, is in Mav's line and "oh Maverick" she says laughing softly. "You look handsome, he won't be able to resist you."
Someone snouts behind his back, and Bradley, behind Neil, almost screams, "Seriously, dad?! Oh my god. Penny, I'll need a beer, I can't stand to watch this all over again."
What a dramatic child he helped raise, but Pete is on a mission and fuck being tired. He's going to take the man in front of him home at the end of the night, or he's not going to go home at all.
The man is looking at him from across the room when he starts moving his first steps, and he bites his lip so he doesn't start smiling like an idiot or worse, let his cheeks go red. They meet in the middle of the room, and jesus Maverick is really going to hit the jackpot this time around.
"Hi stranger"
"Hello to you" he answers, and God, why does he feel like twenty-four all over again, stumbling on his feet to get the attention of a particular person?
"I heard you're a pilot. Your friends back there couldn't stop talking about how good you are behind the cockpit." They're going to write, here rests Pete Mitchell, died because a too handsome man killed him simply by talking.
"I'm the best." He smirks and what a dumb way to answer, but it should be consider a miracle he isn't answering monosyllabic.
"Are you sure of that, sweetheart?" He whispers against his ear and Mav's hands close around his shirt.
He's going to answer, he swears, but when he looks in the man's eyes, they're so close, so fucking close, he just has to tilt his head to kiss him. And so he does, until he can feel his lungs running out of oxygen, but even then he doesn't move far, just enough to look at him in the eyes.
"Welcome back home, love" Ice whispers before kissing him again.
(It takes Rooster pleading for mercy, Penny asking and Slider removing Mav from Ice to make them stop and promise to not kiss anymore until after they'll be alone. The promises last two hours before they're both tipsy and handsy all over again.
On the back of the cab, Mav's hand are around Ice's face all over again. "I missed you so much" he whispers.
"I missed you too, babe" Ice answers, hugging him against his chest "I'm glad you're back."
Mav hums in response and yeah, maybe he is still a little tired but he's going home with the man; he said he was going home too, so sleep can wait for another couple, or maybe four, hours.)
Val Klimer application post.
#tom iceman kazansky#pete maverick mitchell#pete sees tom after 6 months and his brain goes fucking .exe#bradley🤝second hand embarrassment: 36 years later is still present#it's terrible idk who to write cheesy things sorreh#icemav#they're so in loveeeeee#your honor pls help me#married icemav#the dagger squad#ron slider kerner#penny benjamin#post tpg: maverick#top gun: maverick
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The first time and the worst time
After yet another brutal fight between Vox and Alastor, Vox limped through the city streets.
Bruised and battered, Vox was finally at his huge headquarters and at his office. Sitting in front of of vanity, Vox sighed and looked at his cracked screen. He groaned, knowing he would have to replace it again.
All of a sudden, Vox's phone started ringing. It was Valentino.
"Hey, Val...what's up?.." Vox muttered. "Porn studio. Now. Be there." Valentino replied quickly and sternly, before hanging up. "Huh?...." Vox shrugged.
While, if he was going there, he better fix himself up. After replacing his screen, Vox was now exiting his office to get to porn studio.
Once he got there, Valentino greeted him with a cold scowl...
"Uh...you called?" Vox says, as he rubbed the back of his neck. "Yeah...I did." Valentino replied coldly. Vox gulped at the sight of Valentino, his glare deepened and thus making him more intimidating...
All he said next was "follow me..." and then took Vox into another room. Once they were in the room, Vox saw from the corner of his eye that Valentino had locked the door. A million thoughts ran through Vox's head "did I forget to do something?"
"Have I disobeyed him?" Whilst all these thoughts went through Vox's head, Valentino then spoke.
"Voxxy...I belive I told you to get the transfer done, Today.."
Vox's heart then skipped a beat. He had totally forgotten about the transfer that Valentino requested. "I- I'm sorry, it's just a small transfer!- it can be done today-"
"No, wrong answer." Valentino scowled, as he grabbed Vox's arm and struck him across the face. Vox stumbled back, letting out a pained groan.
"Now, did you think I wanted to do that!?" Valentino exclaimed, grabbed Vox's throat and choking him. Valentino scowled and then pinned him to much floor.
"Val....Val please..."
Stumbling into the bar, Vox held his cracked screen. It wasn't as bad as other times..Vox took his seat and ordered a hard drink. many drinks later, Vox was very tipsy and drunk. his legs were very wobbly at this point and his mind was somewhere else.
Vox then saw the two guys next to him. they were talking and Vox was able to make out some of their words "hey bro, see the man next to us?" One of them say to a huge figure, seemingly he was all black and had red line designs on his body, he also seemed to have antennas and a long tail. And surprisingly, very very buff!
"Yeah, what about him?" The huge figure asked "ain't he sexy? You should totally hook up!" a smaller red demon asked "now, that's just rude..I came here to drink, not date other men.." he says "c'mon, you haven't dated since...him.." the small one says in a yell Whisper. The small imp frowned and nudged at the huge figure's arm"I know!..I just don't want to date another like him..." the figure says in a disappointed tone.
The smaller imp looked over at the drunken Vox "eh, I dunno. I'm sure you could take him!" "Shut up you dumbass..." he replied, the figure then sighed and agreed to the smaller demons words "alright...fine" he walked towards Vox and tapped him on the shoulder.
Vox doesn't rember much after that. he just rembers going into the restroom with that figure and being in a stall with him..." heh, that was a lot of fun~" says the drunken Vox "heh, hey can I get your number by the way?" The figure asked. As the two were infront of the bar"Oh yeah, *hic* sure" Vox then gives the figure his number and stumbles down
"uh! Are you okay" he asked "yeah! I'm just *hic* attacked the floor!" Vox got up and stumbled again "I'm fine! *hic*" the figure then put a hand on Vox's shoulder "I'll drive you home..ok?" He gently picks Vox up and put him over his shoulder.
After driving Vox home, he helped Vox to his doorstep "nice meeting you, Vox, oh! And my name is Zora.." The figure named Zora, then walked back his car, while holding up a hand to signal goodbye. Vox waltzed into his house and fainted on the soft couch
"Zora...what a nice name..." Vox thought before falling asleep on his couch.
End of part 1
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hilary show me the forbidden content of the fwb valenzo fic, i need it NOW 🤲
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OHHHH RENA, LEAH, AND NICO,,,, Pandora’s box u have opened :/ I’ll give like. three chunks since the three of u asked but be warned…..ITS CRINGE
ANYWAY. I give you some of the beginning of the date, after the date, and them on his couch. Its almost 3k. Some nsft ish stuff under the cut. no smut but they do be getting kinda frisky. also they're a lil tipsy. c'est la vie. If any of you actually make it through any of this and don't immediately regret it I'll owe you a life debt
Also so far the plot is: Val gets ready to go on a date, is a lil nervous, calls Lorenzo for advice and like the absolute well-meaning dumbass he is he suggests he bring his date and they go on a double date. Their dates end up TOTALLY wrong for them and actually better suited for each other (stupid corpo financial dudebro who comes back up later and a very shallow model. not to rely on stereotypes or anything. also she has the same color eyes as val just so u can laugh with me.) and they end up like, making out with each other in the corner of the restaurant. And then valenzo leaves and hooks up AHSKDKAJ and agree to the whole fwb arrangement ™️ BUT THEN. Val’s dad shows up (very bad no good man) and is like pwease help me i’m so pathetic and she reluctantly agrees. And that’s where we’re at now but there’s hijinks and there’s going to be a lil love triangle moment and it’s just. Listen if u wanna know more u should probably dm me at this point it’s so convoluted but also not AGDJFKWBK
The air is still warm, golden light painting the sides of the buildings as the sun starts to set, but Val can’t help but shiver a little bit as the breeze nips at her darkly nyloned legs, goosebumps forming over her skin. She’d decided on wearing some cheeky thigh highs along with everything else, the lacy band keeping them up just peeking out from under her skirt when she twists the right way and making her feel a little sexy.
It could just be the cool breeze, but it could also be the anticipation of the evening. It’s almost 7:30, and she’s outside the restaurant, trying to wait patiently for anybody to show up as the last corpos make their way past her with dead eyes and crinkled suits. She inspects her nails to distract herself, trying to resist the herculean urge to pick at the fresh coat of black polish while she ignores the dig of the skinny strap of her purse digging into her bare shoulder.
A somewhat distant call of her name pricks her ears up, looking up to see Lorenzo waving to her cheerfully from down the street, a blonde girl at his side. Val zooms in with her kiroshis as she waves back, eager to get a look of Lorenzo Date No. 493 and see if she can glean anything from her before she actually has to talk to her.
She’s really beautiful with her glowy pale purple optics and long blonde hair, honestly she really looks like she could be a model with how long her legs are, the short bodycon light blue dress she’s wearing helping to show them off. A quick scan on her reveals that her name is Erica. Of course Lorenzo would bring a very hot girl with a pretty name to her date, Val internally laments as they continue to get closer with each step.
Erica is tall too, with her heels she’s only a couple inches shorter than him. She tries to stamp down a flicker of anxiety, and another weird feeling she can’t place when Lorenzo tilts his head down to murmur something in Erica’s ear that makes her laugh, the big hand he has on her waist squeezing and pulling her closer.
He looks really good too honestly with how he’s dressed sharply in all black, not too formal but just dressy enough to be classy, the sleeves of his shirt rolled up halfway to show off his heavily tattooed forearms.
“Goddamn. Lookit you, Val. I love this skirt.“ Lorenzo says warmly when they come to a stop in front of her, casting a quick look over her outfit.
“Don’t look so bad yourself.” Val counters with a small smile, starting feeling a little awkward and self conscious in front of two hot people now, even if one of those hot people is one of her closest friends.
A beat of silence accompanies her thanks, Val trying to figure out how to introduce herself smoothly just as Lorenzo mercifully jumps into action.
“Oh god, please pardon my absolutely fuckin’ terrible manners. Erica, this is my friend Valerie. She’s the netrunner extraordinaire I’ve told you about.” He gestures to Val with the hand he doesn’t have wrapped around Erica’s waist. “Val, this is the lovely Erica. She runs in the fashion circuits, does some modeling for Avante."
Val sniffs as they start the walk to Lorenzo’s place in thoughtful silence, the rhythmic sound of her heels clicking on the sidewalk and his shuffling steps providing a weirdly comforting soundtrack.
“Hey don’t take that personally, okay?” Lorenzo says a couple minutes later when she sniffs hard, her mascara starting to burn her eyes a little.
Really, she's been holding it together really good so far. It's just the way her eyes keep tearing up is going to ruin her mascara, and her nose is starting to run, and her hands are too full to rub at either of the offending parts of her face.
The way she feels like she's just becoming more and more pathetic is painful. Her date is back there with his tongue down that models throat, and she’s doing what feels like a walk of shame to Lorenzo’s place with arms and a purse full of stolen food and alcohol, with her makeup running.
“It’s just…kinda hard not to, y’know?” She says roughly, sniffing hard again.
Like, is she really that undesirable or something? She doesn’t really think she’s the prettiest girl on the block but she does look pretty good tonight. Better than Erica, even with her mile long legs and perfect skin and–
“I know, but you didn’t do a single thing wrong. You look like a trillion bucks, Val, and you’re always a class act.” Lorenzo’s gentle words cut through her thoughts like a knife through butter.
The compliment makes her chest flutter a little bit as she looks up at him, seeing a couple very dim stars in the sky above him as they walk. Honestly, they probably aren’t even stars. More than likely just orbital stations. Still cool, but not as neat as real stars would be.
“That’s sweet of you to say, Enzo.” Val teases with a cheeky smile, thankful that it’s too dark for him to see her raccoon eyes.
Lorenzo gives her a look, quirking his brow and adjusting the hefty sushi under his arm while he brushes the back of a tattooed hand against her upper arm. “Oh, c’mon, I mean it. Don’t you ‘enzo’ me.”
She giggles, thankful that her eyes are drying up now. Though that probably won’t last for super long.
“Listen, she was fucking annoying but…I’m sorry about Erica.”
He just shrugs, looking a little defeated.
“Don’t be, it wasn’t gonna work anyway. Trips to France every year? I can only manage to get home to see my family a couple times a year, and even that can be kinda tough sometimes" He pauses for a second. "She didn’t even know what a wrench was.”
“Like… the maintenance tool?”
“The very same.”
A laugh works its way out of her before she can stop it, the ridiculousness of the situation finally hitting her until she can’t stop laughing, leaning into his side to keep steady when her heel slips on the concrete sidewalk and she teeters a little bit, Lorenzo’s free arm snaking out to wrap around her waist and right her before she goes down with their dinner.
“H-Hey, don’t drop the goods.” He says, amusement clear in his voice as he starts to laugh with her.
“Sorry, it’s just ridiculous. All of this is so ridiculous.” She says as her phone starts to vibrate insistently from inside of her purse. “Zuzu, can you look? My arms are full.”
“Thats better, much prefer that nickname, especially comin’ from you.” He says as he fishes into her purse for her phone, the bottles of sake jostling and clinking as he searches for it. The blue glow casting sharp shadows across his features a few seconds later.
Val throws back another shot of sake as she sniffles loudly, the starting montage of The Princess Bride and all the mushy ‘as you wish’ stuff choking her up more than it ever has before as she plucks another piece of sushi out of the boat that’s nestled securely in her lap, her legs in Lorenzo’s lap with his sushi boat resting on top of them as they lounge on his shitty old red couch.
It’s just kind of like, when’s it going to be like this for her? When is she going to get her whirlwind romance with someone who actually cares enough about her to invent some kind of code that secretly means ‘I love you’ or just be devoted enough to love her no matter what, over years? It’s just not realistic, she knows that, but the alcohol mixing with some long starved and pushed away feelings of wanting to love and be loved that have been brought to the surface with this latest rejection are making her a little crazy.
Val hastily swipes a hand across her eyes, shoving a few pieces of sushi into her mouth as she does in some poor attempt to disguise the movement. Lorenzo had been kind enough to let her use some of his makeup remover when they were getting all comfortable so she wouldn’t be sitting there with burn-y mascara eyes for hours, so at least she can cry in peace now, though she still doesn’t really want to bring down the mood more than it already has been.
Lorenzo’s been uncharacteristically quiet too, just largely eating and drinking and offering a few quiet comments about the movie as they sit all tangled up together.
“Hey, you alright?” He finally breaks the silence, resting a large very warm hand on her nyloned calf and squeezing a little when she reaches for the nearest bottle of half empty sake to pour another shot.
She’s clearly already feeling the effects and Verde warned her about drinking too much of this stuff too quickly before, so she figures this will be her last one. She’s not a big drinker anyway, so this is good enough for her. Lorenzo on the other hand, has already downed most of his bottle– He is a lot bigger than her, and usually pretty good at holding his drink, but she can see even in the dimness of his living room that he’s starting to get a little glassy eyed too.
“I’m good, I swear.” Val says, offering him a watery smile as her stomach churns a little at how unhappy and almost suffocated she’s starting to feel. Though not unhappy that she’s here, she’s never unhappy to be with Lorenzo, she’s just…tired. To the bone and spirit kind of tired and bruised.
And the alcohol that she had been hoping would loosen her up and relax her is just making her feel weepy and kinda heavy.
“Tell it to me straight, I’ve been tryin’ to pretend not to notice you cryin’ for the last ten minutes now.”
Val sighs, setting the half empty boat on the low table beside them in front of the couch before flopping back into the couch, settling in comfortably with the lack of springs to resist her. Maybe she is just feeling miserable enough to actually share her feelings, or it’s the safe environment, or maybe the alcohol, but she starts to spill before she can stop herself.
“It’s j-just, like– I want this kind of love. Or something. I just want someone to care about me and like…” Val trails off, feeling a little embarrassed that she’s actually voicing this. A short glance to him reveals that he’s just watching her interestedly, waiting politely for her to continue. “Like my last date before this just stood me up. I saw him walk in, look at me, and then just turn around and leave. Am I that hideous or something? I-It’s Night City, I don’t expect syn-roses and candles and some happy suburban fairytale life or anything like that, I…I don’t know. And I love my toys, don’t get me wrong, but I’m just kinda tired of relying on them and my own hands to get any kind of satisfaction… but maybe that’s just my lot. God, this is so embarrassing– I’m sorry.”
Lorenzo pats her leg gently, and she almost thinks she can see him tearing up in the low light of the room. “Don’t gotta apologize, Val. I get it. I really get it. You deserve someone that’ll treat you right, more than anybody else in this fucked up city.”
“Oh, I dunno if I’d go that far-”
“No no no no no, you do. You really do.” Lorenzo says so earnestly it takes her aback for a second.
“I mean…there was absolutely no chance of any kind of real love with Chris, you saw how corpo through and through he was, I think I was just really looking forward to getting laid. It’s been so long. Ugh, that’s another TMI... I’m sorry.”
Deciding to just be quiet, Val bites at her lip, tasting some of the waxy residue of her lipstick and lingering chemicals from the makeup remover as embarrassment starts to gnaw at her properly now, her stomach churning a little with the sudden anxiety in her gut. And Lorenzo isn’t saying anything, just looking thoughtful.
Honestly if the floor could just open up and swallow her whole right now that might be good. Or maybe she should just excuse herself and teeter her way home to bed. It’s really not far.
“Maybe I should-”
“We could sleep together.” Lorenzo blurts out, interrupting her, his eyes immediately widening as she looks at him with surprise, the hand he still has resting on her calf pulling away to cover his mouth instead. “Oh god, I’m sorry. I mean it’s an option, you’re fucking stunning and I’d love to make you feel good…but I don’t want to make you uncomfortable- and we’ve been drinking and I shouldn’t have said anything and, um-”
His words are a little muffled by his hand, a terrible silence falling on them as the movie plays in the background and she tries to figure out how to react. It’s not that he’s not handsome- On the contrary, Lorenzo is gorgeous, but he’s also just… Lorenzo. She’s never really thought about him that way before. But the idea….
She won’t deny that it’s appealing, he looks and smells so good and she’s so needy that this is becoming more of a good idea the more she thinks about it. Friends sleep together sometimes, right? It’s not a big deal.
Or that’s what she tells herself as the next words leave her mouth. “I...think I’d like that.”
The mortification still on his face melts into surprise. “Wh- Are you sure? I’m really tryin’ not to be a creep or anything.”
“Do you want to do this?” Val asks as she picks the half emptied trays of sushi up from her lap and calves and sets them on the table with the sake.
“Yeah, I mean I feel kinda responsible for you not getting laid tonight, and I’ve got hands and a mouth and a working dick. It’d be my pleasure.” He says earnestly and Val adjusts herself, sliding her legs out of his lap so she can crawl into it instead, her heart thumping in her ears.
Lorenzo looks up at her, his optics glowing in the low light of the room, the light from the TV highlighting his profile handsomely as his hands move to rest on her waist, and the skin exposed from her crop top. They’re so warm, and oh god they so big they almost encircle her entire waist.
Bolstered by the liquid courage now, the feel of his hands on her waist, and the way Lorenzo is gazing at her like she’s responsible for hanging the stars in the sky, she leans in, the loose lock of wavy pink hair framing her face falling forward and brushing against his cheek as she tentatively kisses him.
His lips are surprisingly soft, warm and gentle against hers as he returns the kiss, his hands tightening on her waist. A warm tingly feeling washes over her as the kiss gets deeper, the alcohol on his breath and how good it all feels making her head spin. She wraps her arms around his neck loosely as she moves her lips against his, finding an easy rhythm so quickly it surprises her a little bit.
Val pulls away after a few seconds to catch a breath, her underwear already starting to feel a little damp and sticky as they look at each other cautiously, Val trying to ignore the creeping feeling in the back of her mind that things are not going to be the same after this.
“Is this okay?” She asks when Lorenzo uncharacteristically says nothing, just breathing heavily as he stares at her lips.
His eyes dart up to lock with hers for a split second before they flick back down to her lips and he pushes up to kiss her, the movie utterly forgotten as he kisses her so gently it takes her aback for a second, hunger and desire clear in the way he’s pulling her close now, one arm snaking around her waist while the other slides up between her shoulder blades and he holds her body tightly against his solid chest, the tenderness in how his lips move against hers making her feel like she’s just going to melt from the intensity of it.
#also wrote half of this while fucked up and on morphine SO DGKSHDKDLA It honestly needs a rewrite. The dialogue sooo cringe but also#val is having a no good terrible day and shes a lil tipsy and lorenzo literally just says the most random stupid shit always AKSHGDLG#Anyway. I need to learn how not to like. put down my shit as i offer it i think i do it just to make sure everybody knows that i know it#can be better but like. Eye roll. ANYWAY THANKS FOR ASKING ABOUT THIS. MY NEW SLEEP PARALYSIS DEMON. He goes down on her for her first time#ever later on and its a revelation for her. This is the shit that nat and I like hide in our hovels and teethe on#also sorry to model erica for specifically making her just to throw her under the bus. TBH U PROBABLY NEED SO MUCH VALENZO CONTEXT FOR ANY#OF THIS TO MAKE SENSE BUT. GOOD LUCK. SORRY.#hil writes#ocstuff
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The Real Gods Of Love - Bathhouse/Spa headcanons (requested)🛁🌸💋
Aphrodite is here like 90% of the time, realistically. She doesn't really bother with her bathing suit anymore, just lounges on recliners, fiery hair cascading down her back, perfectly positioned to look like a marble statue.
She sips a chilled glass of rosé with narrowed eyes, pretending to read a glossy copy of Vogue but really keeping a lookout for any trouble she can tangle herself up in. This is the gods bathhouse, after all, there's always something to write home about (or post to Insta).
She tries taking hot tub selfies with Freyja but gets annoyed because Freyja "keeps doing that face". Freyja doesn't know what she's doing wrong. Freyja is sad.
Saint Valentine struts around nearly naked, martini in hand, as a power move.
Freyja blushes deep crimson and tries to hide under the hot tub bubbles. Dite raises an eyebrow, taking mental notes of her sworn fuck buddy enemy's enviable physique.
Aengus uses the gym mostly, but he's partial to a mud bath every now and then, cucumber slices over his eyes of course.
Honestly he just likes getting away from the others for a while and he knows that none of them a) work out willingly, and b) even know what a mud bath is (Cupid thinks it's a sex thing).
Cupid books massages for himself in the same room as Valentine.
Val considers tipping the masseuse to smother the little bitch but in reality, he probably appreciates the company.
It's in these dimly lit rooms that Val actually lets himself talk freely about things, about how he feels. Maybe it's being touched without expectation, who knows. Cupid listens. He reaches across and takes the saint's hand for a moment before he makes some sarcastic comment, resetting the scene.
Freyja loves swimming. She floats around on her back like a little lotus flower.
She once roped everyone in for an unexpectedly violent game of Marco Polo.
Aengus lifts Cupid over his head and yeets him into the water.
Dite and Val were thrown out of the steam room for debauchery. And then the hot tub.
Val bit his initials into Dite's butt and she was furious. It didn't stop her from wearing the skimpiest bikini to show off the marks though.
Freyja can spend an age in the saunas, her hair expanding to ludicrous volumes from the heat. She walks out looking like an orange lion. Aengus snuck up on her from behind, lifted her up and started singing The Circle of Life.
These two hang out together a lot, actually. Aengus has a soft spot for Frey, she's so sweet and so thoughtful and she makes him laugh. To her, he's kind and the only one who doesn't have a phone which she finds refreshing. He kissed her once under the water in the pool but she got shy and swam away.
Valentine has custom made towels, robes and slippers. Cupid wore them once because "we're the same size so it doesn't matter."
"You're gonna stretch 'em out with your giant bird feet Eros."
Cupid likes to nap on people. One time he laid down on Aengus and went to sleep for a full hour without Aengus waking up or noticing.
Freyja gets tipsy on ruby mimosas and tells Valentine he's better looking than all the statues dotted around the place. Val takes it to heart and will not stop talking about it. Freyja regrets everything.
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there would be some argument between them about his behavior, but jolene’s mature enough to grow from it
another scenario:
i can see val bringing jolene to a party and jolene getting a bit tipsy, which makes her very emotional with val- like crying on her shoulder “i don’t know what you see in me, you’re so much better” and “my ex was right about me, ya know.” and in the morning jolene is just
“you don’t remember anything last night…” and val just smiles and goes “what happened las night?”
Omg I love that scenario. Val leaves Jolene alone for like 20-30 minute to go talk to her friends and she comes back to Jolene drinking. The minute she see her he runs to her arms and starts crying about how beautiful she is and how he doesn’t deserve her (isn’t he like 6’3 too? Just this big person on this little woman crying is a sight to see)
Only for the next morning, she doesn’t remember shit and Val finds it’s so fucking funny
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having a friend who I was super close with for years now respond to me once every two months MAYBE is like...... I understand that communicating is hard and finding the will to live is increasingly difficult these days but like why do you hate me
#and not to be salty but they forgot my birthday two years in a row when I remembered theirs always#not that remembering birthdays is indicative but also like#being the person who cares more sure sucks#*I* sure don't take months to get back to them#like.......#once upon a time I wrote you poetry and it made you tear up#the amount of in jokes we had#and now we're basically no one to each other#isn't that so profoundly sad#anyways#tipsy val talks#I guess that's a tag now lol
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What would a night in with the vees playing cards against humanity look like
Chaotic. Vox would be probably tipsy, and laughing loudly making lewd jokes with Val. Velvette would be annoyed by it all. Probably be on her phone most of the time talking about how annoying the boys are.
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Classic ED schedule, week 10 (2024)
Max starts at the vets. Eric has his day in court… and walks away free and clear thanks to Steph. Pillow talk, Jimmy? Oh, Charity will make him pay… via blackmail! Ethan is not happy with Steph’s bad timing. Louise offers to help Terry at the B&B. Glynis is back going after Pollard. Ashley & Laurel set a wedding date but the bishop looms to cause heartache over their happiness. Jimmy searches for the tape but Charity’s made copies of it. Two gleeful peas in a pod are Pollard & Val as they relish making a fortune off a widow’s goods. Cain learns Charity plans to take Debbie away from the village with her. Jimmy covers when Sadie finds their bank account lower than expected. The woes of a poor sex life for Paddy, Emily & Viv. Debbie doesn’t believe Charity’s claims about Sadie framing her. Ashley gets advice from Zoe and makes a decision.
UK START TIME: 1:30PM
04-Mar: 11-Feb-2005 (3973), 13-Feb-2005 (3974)
05-Mar: 14-Feb-2005 (3975), 15-Feb-2005 (3976)
06-Mar: 16-Feb-2005** (3977), 17-Feb-2005 (3978)
07-Mar: 18-Feb-2005 (3979), 20-Feb-2005 (3980)
UK START TIME: 1:40PM
08-Mar: 21-Feb-2005 (3981), 22-Feb-2005 (3982)
**Robert appears in the episode (this is Robert’s one off for February), as of next week, Robert begins to appear more regularly.
COMING NEXT WEEK (BARRING PREEMPTIONS): Laurel & Ashley put their wedding plans on hold. Debbie’s eyes are opened over Cain and Charity. Jimmy’s 40th birthday party is a disaster thanks to Charity who leaves the village (until Oct-2009). A tipsy Viv makes overtures toward a tempted Paddy 🫣.
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discord: here (in your arms)
SUMMARY: Dagon and Belgirel lose each other and find each other in the chaos of her coronation party.
TRIGGERS: NSFW mentions, panic attack, PTSD, Depression
WRITTEN WITH: @offallenfeathers (Belgirel, Seir, Athena, Murmur)
DAGON & TENACITY: Dagon, Tenacity, and Seir strode into the room where Belgirel was waiting for them. Dagon was already a little tipsy and giggly. Tenacity had been helping her pre-game to keep the nerves at bay before the crowning ceremony. He knew her well enough to know what the right amount of drinks was to get her buzzed without going so overboard that she lost her ability to control her empathy manifestation. He was doing a fabulous job because she seemed to practically glide on air as she walked over to Belgirel and threw her arms around him. The train of her beautiful tulle dress swooshed behind her with the effort and her crown would’ve fallen from her head if her snakes hadn’t adjusted to accommodate for the movement. She giggled when Gears caught her. "I missed you.” She leaned in and kissed him deeply.
“Ah, young love. So beautiful. So horny,” Tenacity teased as he leaned against Seir. “You clean up good, Gears.”
BELGIREL & SEIR: Seir was glad that Tenacity was making sure that Dagon had a steady dose of alcohol to keep her feeling light. He hadn't always been one for the pageantry of ceremonies for royalty, but that might've just been because he hadn't had his best friend throughout most of it until recently. Tenacity had a way of bringing more fun into these kinds of things, not that Seir couldn't have fun on his own. Tenacity just made it better. He smiled as they led Dagon to her boyfriend.
Belgirel had been sitting at the table looking bored before he saw Dagon and lit up as he got up to meet her. He giggled with her when he caught her. "I missed you too." He used his free hand that wasn't holding her to pet the snakes in her hair, giving a few of them some kisses too. "How are you feeling?" He asked. Obviously she was drunk, but drunkenness could easily turn against you. Besides, he imagined all the pageantry would be overwhelming for her. "We could always just go home and skip all this, get in bed under the covers, and you can tell me about your day while I rub your back," he whispered.
It was sweet to bear witness to, and it made Seir feel a little like he did before the war where the people he loved and cared for were happy. He wrapped his arm around Tenacity as he leaned against him. "Somehow I don't believe that he'd just be rubbing her back. I know I wouldn't if I took you home. Well, I might rub something, but it wouldn't be your back." He smirked.
Belgirel looked up when Tenacity spoke directly to him. "I always have." He grinned. He may not have been clothes savvy, but he knew people always thought he looked good. "Val helped with the clothes though."
DAGON & TENACITY: Ten was glad for this party. Waking up and realizing how long he'd been unconscious and how much life he'd missed out on had made him terribly upset and regretful. He had a talk with Seir and Dagon about it independently and came to the conclusion that he could either wallow in that feeling of missing out or he could start living life again. He'd chosen the latter and he didn't regret it one bit. The pageantry and attention was fun, especially since they'd all been part of the planning process. But he had even more fun in those behind the scenes moments where they were just waiting around or walking from one place to another. He liked the way Dagon and Seir's faces seemed to light up as they danced to whatever playlist he put on or the way they got so animated when they drunkenly told stories about the past. These past few months had felt heavy, but today…today things finally felt light again.
Dagon’s snakes squeaked happily at Belgirel’s touch. The few of them that he kissed turned a pink color before fainting and melting back into hair. It appeared as though he had an avid fanbase. Dagon laughed and soothed down some of her snakes. “I’m doing okay,” she promised him. “These two have been keeping me above water.” She meant that literally. Her usual instinct at these parties was to slip out and find her way to the sea. As nervous as she had been with all those people watching her, the thought of running away hadn’t crossed her mind today. But today wasn’t over yet. There was still a party downstairs. “At any normal party we could probably get away with that, but I think my absence will be noticed at this one.” She leaned in to whisper in his ear. “But, we can certainly devise an escape plan if we do want to sneak out for a little bit to do some rubbing,” she giggled.
Tenacity lost it. He was a flurry of giggles both at Seir’s comments and at Dagon’s general drunkenness. “Sounds like a promise to me,” he teased Seir. He hoped that things would stay like this, but the room downstairs was a wholly different beast. They probably needed a little bit more liquid courage to battle that behemoth. He strode over to the liquor cabinet and examined it. “Val knows how to pick good outfits,” he agreed. Dagon looked Belgirel up and down in an admiring fashion as though she also agreed. “And Lucifer knows how to pick out good booze.” He plucked several bottles from the cabinet, ones marked for the living and some marked for the dead. “I’ll make us a drink for the road.”
BELGIREL & SEIR: Belgirel loved Dagon's snakes. He was glad that one of his creations was able to bring her some support even with him being dead, but they also provided a lot of insight to how Dagon felt most of the time too. She wasn't really hard to read, but it felt nice seeing it displayed in this way. They could be overdramatic at times, but he liked that. "That's good. Thanks guys." He nodded to Tenacity and Seir. Seir gave him a casual salute. "Who's to say we can't get away with it? I'm great at getting away with things. They'd have to track us down, and I've found a lot of hiding places while living here."
Seir smiled while Tenacity broke into a fit of giggles. Seir was drunk too, but not as much as Tenacity and Dagon, not yet anyways, but he was working his way up there. "Just don't forget the fact that Belphegor can hear you," he reminded Belgirel. He understood that the dead archangel wanted all the time with Dagon to himself that he could have, but it might've worried their twin if they disappeared. "I don't think you want a redo of them walking in on you two . . .rubbing . . . again." Hearing about that had been hilarious, but he didn't think Dagon wanted to experience it again. Seir followed Tenacity to the liquor cabinet and examined the bottles he had pulled, paying attention to the distinction between the alcohol for the living and the dead. There were large stickers in bold writing on the alcohol for the dead that said "NOT FOR THE LIVING, MEDICAL ATTENTION CANNOT SAVE YOU IF YOU DRINK THIS!" He was sure some people would still drink it if they weren't watched. "It's too bad we can't effectively do a taste comparison. I'm curious enough to want to know what the alcohol for the dead tastes like, but I'm not dumb enough to drink it. Was Belphegor able to taste it when you helped them make it? Or did the dead just taste to see if it was good enough?"
"It was a bit of both," Belgirel explained, straightening up, though he he didn't let go of Dagon. "Figs tried it, and a couple of us tried it with them."
DAGON & TENACITY: Tenacity inclined is head in a polite bow when Belgirel thanked him and Seir. “All in a day’s work,” he grinned. He didn’t know how Dagon managed without the two of them for all these centuries. Poor thing. Dagon didn’t doubt what Gears was saying, but she also wasn’t lying when she’d indicated she wasn’t overwhelmed to the point of needing to run away and hide yet. Her right hands had done a wonderful job at keeping those tendencies of hers at bay. For a moment, she wondered if Belgirel was trying to tell her that he was overwhelmed and wanted to run away. Maybe he’d seen the ceremony and deemed that the party would be too much for him, and he was trying to communicate that to her now. She couldn’t run from this party, not immediately anyway, without sending the wrong message. But just because she had to do these things, it didn’t mean Gears had to subject himself to it too. She could complete these pageantries on her own, show her face among the crowd for an hour or so, and then disappear to find him again.
Or maybe he just needed reassurance that despite the crowd gathered in the ballroom below, she still planned to give him her attention fully and wholly tonight. She just needed to make one general welcoming speech and then she would be at his side for the rest of the night. Her soft features scanned him, trying to read the situation. She was picking up many things but the alcohol in her system made it hard to sus out what feelings were Belgirel’s and which ones might’ve belonged to Tenacity or Seir. She determined that she would ask Gears once her right hands departed. A snake nuzzled against his neck to silently reassure him that no matter what path they chose tonight things would be okay. “Oh gods,” she snorted, a blush turning a handful of snakes pink in the process, when Seir brought up Belphegor walking in on her and Gears. “I was trying to forget about that, thanks.”
Tenacity broke into another fit of giggles. They were never gonna let Dagon forget about that but he’d gladly let her dream. He glanced at the bottle in his hands when Seir remarked that he was curious but not stupid enough to drink it. Tenacity turned to bottle in his hands and admired the glittering liquor in it. Seir might not have been stupid enough but something about the bottle was calling out to Ten. He must’ve been staring at it for too long because of one Dagon’s snakes gently bopped him on the hand to get his attention. He patted it’s head to assure her he was just thinking about it, but he wasn’t going to do it. He’d learned that these little intrusive thoughts beckoning him to test the limits of his immortality were ironically called ‘calls to the void.’ He was learning to ignore such calls. “I hope they had fun making it,” the fallen virtue grinned as he mixed together some drinks for the four of them. Fun seemed to be something Belphegor was deprived of a lot these days. Tenacity distributed the drinks to his friends and took a bottle for himself. “To the four f’s of life: family, friends, fun, and fucking.” He cheered, clanking his bottle against their glasses before the four of them all knocked back their shots.
BELGIREL & SEIR: Belgirel smiled as Dagon's snake nuzzled up to him, patting its head. He could tell that she was trying to reassure him about not being able to leave here, but he didn't really mind. He didn't think he'd have any problems with the crowd here. He'd always been a people person, and most of the people would be more focused on Dagon anyways. Tonight wasn't about him. It was about her, and he was here to support her. He laughed when Seir brought up what Belphegor had walked into. "Hey, if Figs doesn't want to see that kind of stuff, they should learn to knock." Belphegor had gotten better about that since the incident. They didn't tend to slip through the floors in private areas like bedrooms, though Belgirel and Dagon didn't always keep their intimate moments to just the bedroom. Thankfully, they hadn't had something like that happen again, mainly because Belphegor was overly cautious. They didn't want to see their twin and their best friend fucking, and everyone was glad for that.
Seir watched as Tenacity eyed the alcohol for the dead, making sure that he wasn't stupid enough to drink it either. He understood it was tempting, not so much in a suicidal way but more for curiosity's sake. So far, there was only one person who could taste the food of the living and dead. He was glad that Dagon's snakes kept Ten from going too far. "I'm sure they did since they were doing it with your help." Tenacity knew how to bring more fun to most situations, so he couldn't imagine Belphegor not having a good time with it. "I hope someone's making sure they're drinking tonight too, but they are the designated driver." Only Cupid and Belphegor could get home, so either everyone was spending the night here, or Belphegor and Cupid had to spend the rest of the night as the taxi service. They all clinked their glasses together and cheered. "Well, I guess we should get this show on the road then. I think it's about time we head out there." He held out his elbow for Tenacity.
DAGON & TENACITY: The sound of Belgirel’s laugh was like kindling to Dagon’s soul. She wanted to do nothing but hear him laugh again and again and again. “It serves them right, really,” she giggled. “I saw things I couldn’t unsee when they had Asmo’s grace.” They were horny any time they thought of Cupid and it turns out they think if Cupid very often.
“That one was my favorite,” Ten smiled. “Very educational…for them.” His smile only grew when Seir assured him that Belphegor must’ve had a lot of fun making the drinks because he’d been there to help them. That was the important thing, really. Tenacity didn’t care for the process of making alcohol so much as he cared about Belphegor having a good time doing it. He saw the small, concerned look cross Dagon’s face when traveling was brought up. Tenacity patted her hand. “We’ll make sure they don’t overwork themselves tonight. The ferry goes out twice tonight. If people miss it…” He shrugged. “Guess they’re sleeping over then.”
Dagon squeezed his hand and gave him a grateful look. She wanted Belphegor and Cupid to have a good time tonight, but she didn’t know if she’d be able to keep track of them while she was forced to mingle with the other leaders gathered here. She laughed and echoed the cheers that Tenacity came up with before knocking back her drink. It’s warmth and slight sting brought renewed color to her cheeks. “Hell be with you, gentlemen,” she winked and made the sign of the cross over them as Tenacity looped his arm under Seir’s.
“And also with you, Princess,” Tenacity beamed. He used his free hand to knock on the heavy oak doors and they opened up. Dagon watched as he and Seir disappeared down the hall. Right before the door closed again, she could hear the swell of orchestra music begin to play down below as it announced their grand arrival.
As the room fell into silence again, she turned and looked at Belgirel. Warmth filled her chest again. Valefar really did outdo herself with this outfit choice for him. Dagon had to remember to thank her. She leaned in and kissed him deeply. She swore kissing him had more of an effect on her than the alcohol. She felt dizzy and dreamy when they pulled away. “I really did miss you,” she murmured as their lips brushed against one another. “It’s a big crowd out there. Are you sure you want to do this?”
BELGIREL & SEIR: "I don't think I want to have walked into what they walked into, but I wish I could've been there when Figs first got his grace." Belgirel had missed a lot while he'd been dead, but the whole idea of Belphegor with Lust in them was such a strange concept to him. When Cupid had come into the Empty, he'd seen them openly flirting and kissing, and that was strange enough, but the idea of them being ridiculously horny was just so unimaginable to him. He could barely believe it when he'd been told the two of them had sex at all. It just sounded so bizarre that he wished he could have witnessed some of it.
Seir nodded when Tenacity said they'd make sure Belphegor didn't overwork themself. He was sure a bunch of the people who had come wanted to spend the night anyways, especially Belphegor's siblings, who he was sure wanted to use this party as an excuse to see them. They had recently worked through their death touch, and he was pretty sure they were all ready to dogpile them. Belgirel seemed relieved by that as well. Seir was happy that they could relieve the pair some of the weight off their shoulders before they left the room.
Although Belgirel was happy to see Dagon's two right hands, he was also relieved to see them leave, so he could have a little bit of time with Dagon to himself. Once they got done with the ceremony, they'd be back together, but they wouldn't be alone like this. He fell into her eyes as she leaned in for a kiss. He held her close with one hand, and used the other to play with the snakes in her hair, giving them as much affection as her. "I know. I missed you too." He glanced towards the door when she mentioned the crowd. He hadn't really seen much of it while he was waiting in here for her, but he didn't really feel intimidated by the idea of a crowd. He'd always been a people person. He thrived in crowds, and he never really had a problem with the groups in the Empty. "Me?" he laughed. "I'm not the one they're all here for. I'll be fine. It's you I'm worried about." She might've been basically running her kingdom all of her life, but that didn't mean it made it any easier to deal with crowds with the kind of depression and anxiety she felt. "But I'm sure you're going to be fine. You look stunning, and everyone already loves you. Genuinely."
DAGON: "Asmo says he's always happy to give them another donation of his grace," she laughed. She was pretty sure Asmo was serious about the offer, but she hoped Bells would never take him up on it. She was glad Asmo's grace opened the way for understanding but she was also glad to have her Belphegor back.
She let out a pleasant little noise of contentment when Belgirel's lips fell upon her. Her snakes playfully nipped at his fingers. She deepened the kiss causing him to pull forward until she was backed into a sturdy wall by the time they pulled away from each other. She trailed a few kisses down his sculpted jawline and neck when his head turned to survey the door. The demon nodded softly and moved to kiss his adam's apple when he remarked that he could handle the crowd. "I just have to make one speech," she replied as a snake gently tipped his chin in the other direction so Dagon could give this side of his beautiful jawline the attention it deserved. "And then I'll be right back at your side." She pressed a kiss to a sensitive spot just below his ear and grinned. She could feel exactly what her attention was doing to him. "But we don't have to go out there just yet. After all," she kissed that sensitive spot again. "A Princess is never late, nor early. She arrives precisely when she means to." A devious twinkle shown in her eyes. "And she really missed you."
BELGIREL: "Belphegor probably isn't as easy to convince though." He wasn't all too sure how Belphegor really felt about all the graces they had to take in. There was actually quite a lot that Belgirel didn't know about his twin, but at the moment, that didn't really weigh on him. He was too distracted by Dagon and all the attention she was giving him. Belphegor might not have lust anymore, but Belgirel sure did. He relished in every kiss Dagon gave him, and he returned it in equal measure. He picked her up, pinning her between his hips and the wall, so her legs could circle around him. While he held her, he kissed her jaw like she'd done to him. She deserved to feel what she was doing to him in ways other than empathy. "Mmhmm," he nodded as she explained that she just had to give one speech. He was glad she was getting recognition, but he'd be more glad when she'd be done, so they could get back to doing things like this. He groaned as she kissed a particularly sensitive spot. "I missed you too." She had enthralled him. He pulled her away from the wall, spinning around to lay her down on one of the booths, so he could crawl over top of her. He pulled off his suit jacket and set it on the table. Leaning in close to her ear, he whispered, "How about we both arrive together?"
DAGON & CUPID: “Well, if they can’t get hard, they gotta make sure convincing them is,” she giggled. She actually didn’t think it would take too much convincing. They’d spent the majority of their long lives as depression demons. Sex had a way of keeping those feelings from drowning you out. For Dagon she got nothing out of casual sex. She needed and craved emotional connections like the one between herself and Gears. Everything about his touch felt electric and made her come alive. She didn’t stop kissing him as he picked her up and pressed her against the wall. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer and grinding against him. She moaned softly and ran her fingers through his hair as he returned the kisses down her jawline and neck. Gently, her snakes nipped at his ear lobe. Tonight, might’ve been about recognizing her accomplishments, but hearing him moan under her touch was all the praise she needed.
Her lips found his again as he spun her away from the wall and laid her down on the booth. She groaned when he pulled away slightly to take off his suit jacket. Her snakes began reaching out and demanding that he come back. Of course, the view of him stripping away that piece of clothing was enough to placate them and they fell back into place. She wrapped her legs around him, grinding herself against him with a renewed sense of urgency as he whispered in her ear. “Yes, please,” she moaned. Her lips found their way back to his and they began to explore each other hungrily. She relished in the taste and feel of him. She moaned his name into his mouth when his fingers brushed against the thin fabric covering her breasts. Her hands traveled downward, gently teasing the hard bulge of his pants. She undid the button on his trousers and was about to pull the zipper down when she heard the creek of the door opening. Dagon glanced over Belgirel’s shoulder in time to see Cupid standing at the door.
Cupid, for her part, looked like a computer that was trying to process what she was seeing. She’d felt lust radiating from this room and fully expected to walk in on Seir and Tenacity. She was going to scare them and then shoo them out to the party so they weren’t holding things up. She hadn’t realized the pair were already at the party. When they’d made their grand entrance into the ball room, she was still ushering people into the Empty. When she was fully rebooted and realized it was in fact Belgirel and Dagon she was seeing, she squeaked and backpedaled out of the room. She slammed the door shut as if she could shut out the memory of this with it. “Sorry!” she apologized through the closed door. “The guests are ready and it looks like you guys are too,” she cringed at her own joke all the while she could hear Dagon giggling.
“We’ll be right out, Cue,” Dagon called out to her. She listened as Cupid’s footsteps disappeared down the hall. She was no doubt going straight for the drinks so she could try to block out this memory. Her appearance had squelched some of the fire. The demon pulled her boyfriend in for one more kiss. “We’ll have to pick this back up later tonight,” she replied apologetically. “I’ll make it worth your while though,” she grinned. There was enough of a twinkle in her eyes to let him know she meant every word of that.
BELGIREL: He giggled along with Dagon. Most of their intimate moments like this usually involved more giggling than he'd experienced with past partners. Sex had always been fun to him, but he found new ways to enjoy it with Dagon. His breath quickened as she grinded against him, and he whispered her name like a prayer. He moaned loudly as she teased him. He started to return the favor. His fingers glided up her inner thigh to the waistband of her undergarments. He didn't hear the door creak open as he started pulling them down. "Don't stop," he pleaded with her when she stopped trying to take off his clothes. He'd assumed she was just teasing him by holding back until he heard the door slam. Finally, he stopped to look back. He saw the shadow of feet under the door, and then Cupid's voice came through. "Well, we were," he sighed, knowing that the interruption probably threw off the whole mood for Dagon. "Do we have to be right out?" he asked her, hoping they could just get back to where they were already. He'd already gotten all riled up, and it was harder for him to come down immediately. Everyone was going to be greeted by a massive boner if he went out now. As she pulled him down for a kiss, he started a new trail of kisses down her jaw and neck. "Please?" he whispered. He was willing to give it up if she wanted him to, but it was worth one more plea to try. "Stay here with just me a little longer? A princess arrives whenever she means to, right? They can wait for us."
DAGON: She didn’t want to stop. She was just as wound up as he was. Cupid's presence threw her off her groove, but there was still a fire burning deep inside her. She needed a release. She needed him. She moaned, her toes curling and her back arching a little as he began kissing her again. She tilted her head to the side, exposing her neck so that he had more surface area to kiss. "Fuck," she groaned when he whispered his pleas. Stay with me... She was completely undone. "Yes," she whispered. "Yes." She captured his mouth again and kissed him with such hunger. Her hands returned to work as she undid the zipper on his trousers and released him. There was nothing quick about this quickie as the two of them thoroughly enjoyed each other until they were spent. She felt completely at peace as he laid atop her still trying to catch his breath. "We probably should've cast a silencing ward around the room," she giggled. She was pretty sure the entire hall on this level must've heard them. She was not known to be this voyeuristic but Belgirel's knew how to light that spark in her and he tended to that fire with great passion. She tipped his chin up and kissed him gently, softly, sleepily. He was like the puzzle piece that made her feel complete. "I love you."
BELGIREL: He smiled as she moaned. He pressed closer to her as her back arched. She wasn't trying to get away from him, and it made him giddy as she leaned into and shared the same desires as him. Neither of them wanted to stop this just for one little interruption, and as she cursed, he knew she was all his until they finished each other. Both of their hands moved quickly to undress each other now that they knew there wasn't going to be a stop to this. They only slowed down once they were undressed and they could touch and feel each other as much as they wanted to. They had done a little bit of damage to the room in the process of making love to each other, but it had calmed now. He laid down with her. They were on the floor now. The booth hadn't had as much room as he'd liked to get into the positions he favored, including the one where they could just lay together when they were done. He rested his head on her chest with his right ear listening to the steady rhthym of her heart beating and her lungs breathing. Belgirel didn't have a heartbeat anymore, but he still liked to hear hers. "That's alright. If anything, all we would've done was encourage them to have a good time too, though what I experienced was better than what anyone else could," he grinned. Pulling himself up closer to her, he brought his body down, so his head was just over her. He rested his elbows on the ground on either side of her, so he could hold her face in his hands and look her in the eyes. "Dagon Spiritus, my princess of the sixth kingdom of hell, my heart and my soul, I am desperately, passionately, and irrevocably in love with you too." He leaned down to kiss her deeply before coming up to breathe. "You ready to go get your crown?"
DAGON: She lay comfortably on the floor with him. It had been such a long time since she felt this level of desire or this content afterwards. They were exposed to the world, but nevertheless she didn’t feel bashful or nervous. She felt safe, wanted, and loved. Her fingers lazily combed through his hair as he listened to the sound of her heart beating. She wanted to stay tangled up with him forever. She giggled when he remarked that their lovemaking must’ve only encouraged others to enjoy this party as much as they were. “You are absolutely right,” she agreed. Her heart skipped a beat as he pulled himself forward. There was so much love in those beautiful eyes. She could and would get lost in them for hours if he let her. A warm and happy tear slid down her cheek as he told her just how much he loved her. She held him close and kissed him tenderly. There wasn’t a thing she wouldn’t do for him. He had her completely. Mind, body, and soul. “As long as you’re with me, yes,” she smiled. She kissed him again before willing herself to untangle from him. Even that was an effort. Her body craved his warm and tender touch. She finally managed to find spot where she’d thrown her dress. She had considerably fewer layers than he did, but she figured she could get dressed and then help him with his clothes. She slipped her dress back on with ease and turned her slender back to him. “Zip me up?” she asked. Gooseflesh peppered her skin in anticipation of his touch. By the seven kingdoms, leaving the comfort of this room, their private sanctuary, was going to be the hardest thing she’d have to do today.
BELGIREL: He loved hearing her giggling, especially when he was laying on top of her and could feel the way her laughter shook her body. It was such a contrast to what he'd experienced in the last centuries since his death. It made him forget he even was dead. It felt too impossibly good to believe that anything bad could've happened to him before when she was here with him now. "Are you okay?" he asked as he wiped the tear off of her cheek. He didn't think he'd said anything to upset her. She didn't look upset, but she might've been overwhelmed. Her kiss dissuaded that belief. No, this was good. "I don't think I'm part of the ceremony, but maybe we can tweak it, so I can sit in your lap while they crown you." Most of his siblings would probably find it funny, but it didn't inspire the best confidence for a kingdom's leader. As much as he wanted to stay by her side, he respected her duty. He pulled himself off of her and helped her up, kissing her before they separated to pick up their respective clothes. He managed to get his pants on before Dagon asked for his assistance. He stepped over to her and lightly pulled her hair away from the zipper, exposing her neck. As he pulled up the zipper, he took the opportunity to kiss the back of her neck several times. "What if I got you a new necklace," he spoke suggestively, "made entirely out of the love I could put on your neck? Let everyone out there know that you're mine, and I'm yours."
DAGON: “Yeah,” she smiled as her thumb gently traced the curve of his lips. “They’re happy tears,” she promised. She knew it could be hard to tell with depression demons. They cried when they were happy and they cried when they were sad. But in this moment, she was feeling nothing but true bliss. She chuckled when he brought up the ways he’d tweak the ceremony. “They crowned me in front of my kingdom, so we may have missed the opportunity for that.” As much as she would’ve liked that portion to take place in the Empty too, it wasn’t appropriate for her to be crowned in a foreign land. It had to take place in her own Kingdom with the people she was ruling over. That being said, Belphegor and Cupid did a great job setting up livestreams of the ceremony. Her only obligation now was to officially start the afterparty. “But there’s plenty of things we can do on that throne out there once the party’s over,” she grinned deviously. She bit her bottom lip as he zipped up her dress while trailing kisses along her neck. “Fuck,” she moaned as she turned around and captured him in another kiss. She knew she needed to be the sensible one, but how could she when he was so good at getting her riled up? She knew she could only keep the crowd downstairs waiting for so long. She pulled away a little before they got too deep into it and started again. “We can get matching ones,” she grinned, kissing him again. “After the party. Come on, get your shirt on and I’ll help you with your tie.”
BELGIREL: He kissed her thumb when she pressed it to his lips. He felt a little proud of himself for making her cry happy tears instead of sad ones for once. Given all the hardship they'd both gone through, he imagined she didn't have many moments where she cried over something good. "I know," he sighed. "I just thought that maybe we could do it again." It was nice being able to watch it happen, but it wasn't the same as being able to be there with her. Even tonight, the amount of ceremony that would happen didn't involve him going with her. They'd already talked that over, and he didn't really feel hurt by it anymore. However, that didn't stop him from just wanting to stay by her side the entire night with any excuse possible. Luckily, he was easily distracted by the proposition of all the things they could get up to at the end of the party. "I'd like to see what you have in mind." He grinned, relishing in the way she unraveled from his kisses and his touch. To her credit, she was trying to get back on track. He just knew that what she wanted was far from that crowd out there. "How about I give you one now, just for you?" He didn't sound as suggestive as he had a moment before. He was pulling a chain out of the pocket of his pants, and he clasped it around Dagon's neck. The pendant of the necklace was an imprint in clay of one of his feathers. He took a step back, admiring her and his work while he grabbed his shirt off the floor. It was a little crumpled and wrinkled, but he didn't really care. It wasn't him on display tonight.
DAGON: Her features softened. "If it's any consolation," she kissed him just below the ear, "I think there will be more important ceremonies for us in the future. One in particular..." Another tender kiss. "That will bestow you with the title of Prince and Husband." Her grin turned a little more devious and hungry when he remarked he'd like to see what she had in mind. Imagines of one of them wearing nothing but a crown and the other kneeling prayerfully filled her mind. "You'll see," she promised. "You just have to be patient for a little while longer."
She watched him pull a necklace of his own design from his pocket. Her heart thumped merrily as he helped her clasp it around her neck. Her fingers admired the craftsmanship as she admired the design in the mirror. Happy tears formed in the corners of her eyes again. She had a lot of sparkly jewels on tonight but none of them meant quite as much to her as this. "It's beautiful, baby," she kissed him tenderly and with all her love. "Thank you."
She held him for a moment longer, savoring this last bit of alone time, before pulling away to find his tie. She helped him adjust it to his liking. There were spells she could've used to take care of the wrinkles on his shirt but she liked the way he wore the look. She helped him fix his hair and handed him a wet wipe so that he could wipe some of the lipstick stains on his neck. As he did that, she located her crown and secured it back in place before touching up her hair and makeup. She attempted to adjust her dress, but it definitely did not look as impeccably put together as it had when she walked in here earlier. The signs of what they'd been up still lingered on them, but she didn't mind. She stood in front of the mirror just as he walked up behind her. For a moment, she admired the way they fit together. "You ready?" she grinned.
BELGIREL: Belgirel technically already was a prince in the Empty. Although Belphegor didn't have him doing much yet, the role was still there, but he liked the idea of being her prince in Hell too, and her husband even more so. "That is a pretty big consolation. You sure you'd want to do it?" He loved her, and he didn't think it was a trick or that he was just misunderstanding his feelings this time. He felt safe with her. He felt loved and free. He would've married her tonight if he could, but with what they'd both been through, he understood that it was better to wait. There were still some things he needed to work through before she just got stuck with him and his issues. The mystery to what she had planned was enticing and made it harder to hold back from his own horniness. "I've been told I'm not a very patient person. How soon do you think we can get this party to end, so we can get to that?" Maybe they could kick everyone out as soon as she gave her speech, so they could get to what they wanted to do.
He knew she'd be pleased with the necklace. As much as he was aware she would've been happy with a necklace made of hickeys, he knew that she also just liked what he made when he did pottery. This wasn't exactly a pot, but it still held his love for her in it. "Not as beautiful as you," he said lovingly. "You're welcome." He dreaded the feeling of losing her touch, but he soon had it again as she put his tie on him and fixed his hair. He would've let it be messy if he could. It was a symbol of what they'd been up to tonight, though he was sure more than a few people out there would be aware of what they were doing anyways, particularly Asmo and Cupid. He didn't mind her hands in his hair though. It was just another way they could be closer for a moment longer. He frowned at the wipe she gave him. He didn't really want to remove the prints of her lips, but he would do it at her request. He wiped away all except one. He deserved to be able to keep one for himself. He put on his suit jacket while she tried to fix her dress. He wrapped his arms around her from behind once they were both done, and he gave her another kiss on the back of her neck. "I guess so. If I have to be." He would've chosen to never be ready if he could just stay in here with her. He walked with her towards the door, pausing just for a moment once they reached them to look at Dagon and make sure she was ready or if she wanted to hang back too.
DAGON: "Eventually, yes," she smiled. She'd always craved some form of comfort and stability. "But probably not for a while." There were still things they needed to figure out. He hadn't yet seen what she was like when she was fully lost to her depression and she still didn't know all the ways his trauma would manifest either. She loved him, but any number of these unknowns could turn into a deal breaker for the other person. They needed time and thankfully now that the Empty was free they had all the time in the world. Still, it didn't stop her from daydreaming that they'd get there one day. She felt she could hardly be blamed for that. She was friends with Cupid after all. "Your biggest obstacle to ending this party will be the Fae," she laughed. "The Spring and Summer Courts can keep a party going for days. I don't think Belphegor would let it go on that long though," she smiled.
She blushed and the few snakes that were still in her hair turned pink when he told her she was beautiful. She felt beautiful in his presence. She giggled as he watched her tie his tie and adjust his hair. If he kept looking at her like that there would simply be no leaving this room tonight. The way he grumbled about leaving told her he felt the same. She kissed him one more time. As they reached the door, she looped her arm under his. With her free hand, she knocked a couple times and the door opened on its own.
As the two of them stepped out of the room, orchestra music began to play down below. This was to signal the room that they were arriving. "I love you," she smiled and squeezed his hand. The two of the walked down the hall and stood at the grand staircase as the herald announced their names. From this vantage point, she and Belgirel could see exactly how many people were gathered down below. "Holy shit..." she whispered. Gods, she hoped she wouldn't trip.
As her eyes scanned the room, she saw Belphegor standing at the bottom of the steps. They were waiting for her. Her smile brightened at the sight of her friend. She decided to focus on getting down to see them. With Belgiel's hand firmly in hers, the two of them descended down the stairs.
BELGIREL & BELPHEGOR: Belgirel was glad that she sounded so confident in her answer. It was essentially how he felt too. They'd rushed pretty fast already in developing their relationship so far, but they'd known each other a long time and felt a need to make up the time they'd lost. All he really wanted was to spend time with her. As long as he got the love he needed and the love he was finally allowing himself to give, he was content with what he had. "I'll fight them off if I need to," he assured her. As much as he liked parties, he was looking forward to the time spent with Dagon more. The way she looked at him just made him feel alive and whole.
He patted her hand softly when the door opened to reassure her that he was here to support her through dealing with this large crowd. "I love you too." Lights turned to them as they made their way down the stairs. There were a lot of faces here. Belgirel knew some of them, but a lot were unfamiliar to him. Even ones he knew felt somewhat unfamiliar to him. As they approached Belphegor, his twin looked so different to him. They looked somewhat like Raphael, not so much in appearance but in maturity. They felt like an authority figure, like someone he was supposed to look up to now. It wasn't because they were the ruler of the Empty. They'd just changed internally. He was both proud of them and scared of what that meant for his relationship with them. He felt behind like he needed to catch up.
"Are you ready now?" Belphegor asked softly. They held out their hand, and Belgirel bowed backwards so Dagon could take their hand and go with them. Belphegor walked with Dagon up to the thrones on the stage, and Belgirel slipped back into the crowds to watch his girlfriend.
DAGON & CUPID: She smiled and shook her head when he remarked that he’d fight the fairies at the end of the night if they wouldn’t leave. Depending on the Fae Court, they might enjoy it. Some were as wild as the Lost Boys. She made a mental note to introduce Gears to some of the more tame ones. There would be plenty of introductions to be made tonight, both to new and old friends.
As they descended down the steps to meet Belphegor, Dagon could feel the complicated emotions bubbling inside Belgirel at the sight of his twin. While Belphegor’s progression into this final self was something gradual to everyone else, Dagon knew it all felt very sudden to Gears. He hadn’t been there to witness the shifts. It frightened him to not know Belphegor like they used to, but to be fair, Belphegor also didn’t know Belgirel. Still, she understood in a way. Maybe not fully since she’s seen them change more gradually, but she wouldn’t lie that the change was jarring even to her. This trial, that fight…it had taken quite a bit of Belphegor’s whimsy. It felt as though gone were the days when she’d get word that they slipped out of some gala to trail Aamon and War.
She beamed and nodded when they asked if she was ready. Before taking their hand, she turned to Gears and kissed him both for good luck and because she wanted all the pantheons to know he was hers and there would be no funny business. As Gears stepped back, Dagon stepped forward and took Belphegor’s hand. Music swelled and the crowd parted like the sea as the two of them began their walk toward the raised podium at the front of the room just like they’d practiced. The other pantheons all bowed politely as she and Belphegor passed. It felt like she was riding a wave in the ocean and that gave her some comfort and kept her steady.
When she and Belphegor arrived at the front, all of the Princes were already seated in their individual thrones. Dagon bowed to them before turning to her esteemed escort and beloved friend. She was supposed to give the same formal bow to them, but emotion filled her features, and she threw herself into their arms and hugged them. “You, my darling, will always be a part of this family. My family. I love you,” she whispered to them. “Thank you for being my friend.” A few tears slipped down her cheeks but she didn’t bother to hide them. She did not feel any shame for her emotions or the love that she had for her friends.
The room itself seemed to fill with tender emotions as the pantheons witnessed their embrace. Lucifer wiped a few tears from his eyes and Zatanna rested her head on Michael’s shoulder. Andy looped her arm through Gabe’s and squeezed his hand. Tenacity stood on his tiptoes and kissed Seir. Cupid was standing next to Belgirel and tears were streaming down her face too. So much platonic and familial love circled around Bells and Dagon. It was beautiful and it warmed every bit of her. Someone deserved to see this with her. Cupid held her hand out to Gears. “Do you want to see what I see?” Cupid asked Gears.
BELGIREL & BELPHEGOR: Belgirel grinned after she kissed him. He wasn't an empath, but he could interpret the message she was sending. If the hickey he'd left didn't say it, that very public kiss would. He was hers, and he was proud to belong to her. Even though she wasn't in her own kingdom, it was clear that Dagon held authority as the crowd parted for her to get through. It might've also been because Belphegor's touch carried death on it, and most people didn't want to die, nor did they know that Belphegor had gotten better control of it. The fact that Belphegor was holding Dagon's hand just fine wasn't something they realized.
Belphegor expected Dagon to give them the same bow she'd given the rest of their family like they'd already practiced, but they weren't entirely surprised by her reaction. They both tended to have different reactions in the real thing than in practice. The hug they shared with her was lighter than it used to be in the past. Although they had gotten control over their abilities, the thought of accidentally hurting their loved ones still scared them, so their touches were just lighter to be on the safe side. "I'd prefer you join mine than me join yours if that's alright," they joked. "But I love you too. And that's best friend, thank you." They were a lot more to each other than just friends for all they'd been through together.
Belgirel glanced over when Cupid spoke to him. She was an emotional mess. He hadn't ever seen auras the way she did, but he knew empathy could be overwhelming from what he'd heard from Dagon. He considered her offer for a moment. "How long will it last?" He asked, not wanting to be stuck with it all night. As pretty as it might've been, he preferred things as they were. He had a hard enough time focusing on anything but Dagon as it was. He'd be staring at her all night if he saw her aura.
DAGON & CUPID: "It will last for as long as you hold my hand," Cupid explained to Gears. She couldn't make the magic travel any further. It wasn't like her ties with Belphegor. Those were a little more permanent.
Belphegor's hug might've been light but Dagon's was bone crushing or as bone crushing as a regular angel could get in comparison to something of Bells power. She hadn't been able to hug them up until this point and she was going to savor every moment even if it knocked her out again. She chuckled when they remarked that they'd rather she become their family than the other way around. "I don't think you can separate it," she giggled. She and Andras already thought of Belphegor as their third twin. It's just how it was. She gently pulled away, still squeezing their shoulder. "The very best," she agreed. Her hand moved, gently touching their elbow and then their hand until she willed herself to let them go entirely as they stepped back.
She gently lifted the hem of her skirt and took a step toward her throne. It was stationed between Beel and Asmo, just like her kingdom. She tried not to look at the latter but she could practically feel him smirking and giggling. If she made eye contact with him, she was going to lose it too. They were about that level of mature together. Dagon stood at before her throne and faced the crowd. They bowed again now that all seven royals were together.
The music died down and faces lifted to look at her. Dagon inhaled softly to steady herself and began. "I'd like to thank all of you for coming out tonight to celebrate with us. It's not often that we get together like this. Things have happened in the recent past that have highlighted the importance of family and friends and I'd like to think we'll have more of these get togethers in the future. Tonight isn't just about celebrating a new monarch. If you know me, you'd know I'd actually prefer you didn't." Laughter swelled among the crowd. Most of them knew Dagon's escape artist ways when it came to parties.
"But, if we must recognize me, then I'd like to take a moment to recognize a few important people in my life too. I'd firstly like to recognize and thank my boyfriend, Belgirel. Thank you for always looking out for me and also for giving me something to look forward to at the end of the day. Loving you is the most rewarding feeling." She meant every word of it. "I'd also like to thank my best friends and the hosts of this party, Cupid and Belphegor Valentine," she glanced at Cupid and Bells. "Eternity would've been absolutely insufferable without you two and so would I."
"I'd like to thank my family: my twin, Andras; my sisters, Ouelette and Abaddon; my brother, Azazel; and my niece, Ruby. Thank you for being there when I need you the most. If there's ever a battle to be had, I know you guys will have my back," she grinned.
"I'd also like to thank the two most glamours stars of my Kingdom, Seir and Tenacity. You guys make coming to work fun. You make me laugh and help me see the bright side of things. I am immensely grateful to be entering this journey with you two," she smiled at them before her eyes turned to the individuals to her left and her right.
"I'll start with Asmo next, but don't get a big head about it, asshole," she laughed and the crowd laughed with her. "Thank you for looking out for me, protecting me like a big brother, and also annoying the shit out of me like a big brother. Really makes me feel like a part of the family," she smiled.
She turned her head to look at Beel. "Beelzebub," she smiled warmly. "Thank you for loving me when I needed it the most. Thank you for helping me heal when I couldn't heal on my own. And thank you for absolutely putting up with everything and the kitchen sink because I sometimes literally throw it at you when I get scared," she grimaced apologetically but the crowd laughed.
"By extension, I also want to thank Beel's right hand and daughter, Nadia Fames-Cladoselache," she turned to look at Nadia in the crowd. "If sunshine could be personified it is you, my love. You remind me every day what it is to be kind both to yourself and others. You are welcoming, and warm, and kind and you make it look effortless. When I grow up, I want to be just like you," she smiled. Nadia hadn't expected to be part of Dagon's speech and it caught her right in the emotions. She found herself crying but she blew the Demon Princess a kiss and Dagon pretended to catch it before turning to address the next Prince.
"Valefar, we haven't always been close but we've gotten closer this past year. Thank you for always trying. Thank you for not giving up on yourself, on me, or on this journey we've started. I will ride with you to any battle and I will have your back," she smiled.
Her eyes turned to Levi next. "Leviathan, we haven't been the closest but I do see you trying. You are breaking the cycle we've been forced to repeat again and again and that takes bravery and strength. I see you and I recognize your journey. I send you well wishes, kindness, and gentleness." She meant it. He deserved to feel at peace just as much as the rest of them.
Her features turned more emotional when her eyes fell upon the next Prince. "Aamon," her lip wobbled. "I'm not crying because I'm scared. The opposite actually. Thank you for making me feel brave and strong and competent. Thank you for always having my back and for talking me off of the ledge more than a couple times. Thank you for believing in me and guiding me when I needed it the most. I can't picture a day when I'll ever not need you." Her eyes said the rest. She loved him like a father.
She finally turned to look at Lucifer. "Lucifer Morningstar," she smiled. "If Asmodeus is like an annoying older brother, you're like the annoying younger brother," she grinned. "Thank you for making me laugh when I'm being too serious and thank you for trusting this kingdom and these people to me. I swear loyalty and fealty to you not because you are my King, but because you are and will always be my family." Lucifer beamed at her and bowed his head. She curtsied back before turning to address the crowd once more.
"There are innumerable others that deserve my thanks and gratitude, but I've kept you waiting long enough. So, without further ado, I'd like to extend my warm welcome to you." She executed a sigil into the air just like Nadia had instructed her to do and food appeared on everyone's table. "Please enjoy the food that's been provided to us by our lovely Kingdom of Gluttony and please enjoy the music of our Heavenly Symphony. The night will cap off with lights display but until then please eat, drink, and be merry." She took her seat on her throne just as Belphegor tapped their scythe against the ground and the dinner and music began.
BELGIREL & BELPHEGOR: Belgirel took Cupid's hand and watched as the colors lit up the room. Although Cupid and Belphegor had brought light and color into the Empty, it was extremely different seeing it like this. He felt like he hadn't seen color before now. Belphegor and Dagon seemed to radiate the most of it as they hugged, but the rest of their family became more bright and colorful as Dagon addressed them all. He beamed as Dagon addressed him specifically. Some of the guests didn't seem to care for the declaration of love, but he held onto it.
Belphegor had moved back to Cupid's side once Dagon had let go of them. They wrapped their arm around her while Dagon thanked them. Belphegor conjured a glass and raised it to Dagon. Belgirel easily spotted Dagon's siblings when she addressed them, but Ouelette strangely seemed to be missing. Belgirel didn't think that much of it though. He probably just didn't see her. Tenacity and Seir were blatantly obvious though. They also raised a glass before Seir dipped Tenacity just for show and dramatically made out with him. He was glad that Dagon felt so close to his family. He never really had to worry about her being excluded from them. If anything, she was more included with them than he was, but it was mainly because he was dead and couldn't see them as often. He felt a little uncomfortable when Dagon spoke to Beelzebub. He had some deep set insecurity when it came to the fact that Beelzebub had dated Dagon before. He knew that Dagon didn't have feelings like that for him anymore and that Beel felt the same way towards her, but it felt sometimes like maybe she would've been happier staying with him. He knew that it was an irrational thought to have, but it still weighed on him regardless. He wasn't sure why Dagon needed to specify that she wasn't crying because she was scared. Aamon wasn't a scary person, and he didn't think Dagon had ever really been scared of him as long as he'd known her.
Finally, the speech was over. As food filled the tables, the crowd started to move around more. Belgirel was glad for it. He was going to go back to Dagon, but he got caught by some people who wanted to talk to him. He didn't really mind. It was just some of the Lost Boys who wanted to catch up with him. He felt a little guilty as they spoke. They mentioned all kinds of things that he assumed he must've done with them in the past, but he couldn't remember most of it. He nodded anyways, pretending like he knew what they were talking about.
DAGON & CUPID: Cupid watched Belgirel’s face as he took in the colors. She loved showing people the world as she saw it. It was overwhelming at times, but very beautiful nevertheless. It was a kaleidoscope of colors. Dagon’s aura shone with beautiful reds and pinks when she thanked Gears in her speech. Shades of blues were familial love and those shone brightly when she addressed Cupid, Bells, and the Spiritus family. Yellows were for friendship and those came through when Dagon addressed Seir Tenacity, and the Archangels. Cupid felt Belgirel tense up when Dagon addressed Beelzebub. “Yellow is friendship,” she softly reminded Belgirel as she squeezed his hand. Both Dagon and Beel’s auras were shades of deep yellow when they acknowledged each other. It looked nothing like what her aura was when she spoke to Gears. Her aura shifted back to blue when she addressed Nadia and then Aamon. It didn’t surprise Cupid. Those bonds had always felt familial to Dagon. As Dagon wrapped up the speech, Cupid and Belgirel let go of each other’s hands. “If you ever need a pick me up, you should see what it looks like when she’s running toward you,” Cupid smiled at her friend. She’d show him another time so as to not overwhelm him.
As the food and music began, Belgirel was immediately pulled in one direction by Lost Boys who were visiting for the first time and Cuphegor were pulled in another direction by the Virtues. Dagon stayed by her throne for a moment and conversed with a few of the Demon Princes. She excused herself with the intention of going to rescue her boyfriend from his friends when she was intercepted by Nadia. The young demon asked her for a dance and Dagon obliged. She figured one dance couldn’t hurt. The two girls were laughing and spinning each other around while Nadia was telling her a tale of terror about something that had almost gone disastrously wrong in the kitchen but was averted by her quick thinking.
When the story and the music wrapped, the two girls bowed respectfully to each other. Nadia stepped backwards to find her friends and Dagon turned around to go find Belgirel, but found Cassian, High Lord of the Winter Court of Fae, behind her. He asked for a dance as well. Dagon nodded and obliged out of politeness. She had to mingle today, but she was hoping to do it with Belgirel at her side. He made talking to people easier. As Cassian regaled her with some story during the dance, she found her eyes wondering around the room, searching for Gears. She spotted him also engaging in conversations with other leaders. Guilt filled her chest. She promised him she’d be right there.
As the song ended, she excused herself from Cassian and started making her way through the crowd again. She was a decent way in, and a decent way toward Gears when she was stopped again by Morrigan, Right Hand to the High Lord of the Night Court. Dagon had helped Mor with one of her dogs once upon a time and the girls were good friends. She chatted warmly with her for a moment before excusing herself again. She’d lost sight of Gears and it took her a moment to find him again. As she tried to go to him, she was once again interrupted by another leader. It kept going on and on and on. She was beginning to wonder if she’d ever make her way back to Gears or if he’d be the carrot that was dangled before but always out of reach for the rest of the night.
BELGIREL: Belgirel hadn't even thought about the fact that the colors had meanings. He just thought they were pretty to look at. He was pretty sure it would take more than a few classes to actually remember them all, but he didn't think there would be many times where he'd really try this. He flinched when Cupid told him that yellow meant friendship. He never really liked it when people saw through him to what he was thinking about. It made him feel exposed and vulnerable. Cupid wasn't going to hurt him with what she knew, but despite knowing that, he still felt uneasy. He didn't want anyone to know that he felt intimidated by Beel and Dagon's past relationship. He felt guilty for feeling that way at all, like it was going to cause problems if he was too obvious about it. Dagon had already made it clear she didn't feel that way about Beel anymore. Cupid confirmed it with her powers, but he still felt dread when their past relationship came up. The only thing that made him feel better about it was just not talking about it, but he couldn't always do that. "Yeah, thank you," he told Cupid. He didn't want to make her feel bad just because he didn't feel better. He appreciated her trying anyway. "If she's running toward me, that's already the pick me up I'd need." He smiled thinking about it. He wanted her to do that now, but they both got dragged away in different directions.
It was okay at first. Despite not knowing a lot of what the Lost Boys were talking about, they were still his friends. Most of them hadn't really changed all that much from what few things he could remember. Some of them had gotten more into sex since his death, but he didn't consider that much of a major change, at least not compared to the changes he recognized in himself. The ways in which they viewed him seemed so different from how he saw himself now. He wasn't correcting them on it. They were having a good time, and he didn't want to ruin things for them, but he still felt like an imposter. Dagon called it masking, and he felt that almost literally, like someone might peel off his skin to reveal something else underneath. He ignored that feeling. After all, it wouldn't be long before he could get back to Dagon, and then he wouldn't feel that way anymore.
Unfortunately, things didn't work out that way. Even once the Lost Boys let him slip away, he got caught up in another conversation. He didn't know the person. They didn't seem angelic or demonic. They knew him more than he knew them, and their presence unsettled him. Appearance-wise, they seemed pretty and elegant, but their eyes felt like they stared into him. They confirmed that he was Dagon's boyfriend and also a prince to Belphegor's realm of the Empty. None of that bothered him as much as their questions about his experience in the Empty before Belphegor's new leadership. He felt wholly uncomfortable when they asked him what kind of tortures he was subjected to and if he thought they were particularly effective or not. Belgirel didn't usually run from conversations like this, but he found the quickest excuse to get away from the person. He looked for Dagon in the crowd. She was talking to someone else he didn't know.
He tried to walk over to her, but again, he got pulled into a conversation with more people. They were some younger demons who had heard stories of him from the older fallen angels, but he didn't know how to talk to them. It wasn't just their lingo that confused him but their perception of him that he didn't know how to handle. They all seemed to look at him like he was some kind of hero or legend, but he just wasn't. His skin felt like it itched, and he scratched at it relentlessly. As he moved from crowd to crowd trying to get to Dagon, it just got worse. Some people started to notice it, and it just made him more anxious. He saw an open path to the balcony, and he booked it that way, giving up his mission to get to Dagon for now. He needed to get to open air to breathe. Once he was outside he sat next to the doors where no one could see him to come find him. He promised himself he'd go back inside once he collected himself, but his skin continued to feel wrong.
ATHENA: Athena enjoyed this party more than most she'd been to, and she'd been to quite a few. She had also avoided and found reasons to leave even more parties. Some of them could just be too much, or the people were too much. Here, there was a mixture of all different kinds of groups. There were a few members of her old family, the one she'd disowned, but she didn't hate her whole family. Some of them had come to Hell with her, like Hestia who was in the kingdom of Gluttony. Others had found their own paths, like Dionysus who just set about making alcohol. It was pleasant to see most of them here and talk to them again, not that she didn't ever talk to them. The ones she liked she made time to talk to. The others she avoided. Artemis had been taking up most of the conversation with Athena. Although Artemis focused more on hunting, she didn't lack intelligence, and Athena enjoyed what she had to say. She'd been working with some of heaven's units on correcting humanity's effect on the environment, and Athena was proud of her.
Artemis didn't have Athena's full attention however. She kept her eyes on the whole of the party. She saw where the archangels were, and she knew the location of each member of group's leader. Belgirel and Dagon had most of her attention, partially because Dagon was the center focus of this party and also because the pair were important to the Prince she served. Aamon would've been beside himself if anything happened to the two, and they both looked miserable. She noticed the agitation first in Belgirel. She could see that he was trying to get to Dagon but was unsuccessful due to the obligations of being social. His family seemed to notice too. Athena didn't miss the way Sovereign Belphegor and Queen Cupid looked his way before the ground shifted subtly enough to slide the people to two sides and give Belgirel a straight path to the Balcony.
Athena elected to help the other half of the couple. She excused herself from talking to Artemis and slipped through the crowd. Dagon was dancing with another official, and Athena had no problem interrupting. "May I steal this dance?"
DAGON: Dagon was quickly becoming overstimulated. She wasn't used to parties where she was the center of attention. Even her birthday was shared with another person whom she generally let most of the attention fall on. She was also regretting wearing her hair loose. As she danced with the High Lord of the Autumn Court (who was pretending this was the first time they'd met despite the fact that they'd met several times before) her snakes flitted about. They stole food from plates and also played peek-a-boo with some of the children at the party. They hissed at people who got a little too close. Any moment now, Dagon was certain they'd start shoving and biting people in order to give her a wider berth. She would have to excuse herself after this dance so she could figure out how to best braid them or put them up, but the bathroom felt so far away.
All of these thoughts were racing through her head when Athena cut in. Her snakes squealed their delight at the sight of the familiar face. Dagon curtsied politely to the High Lord as he excused himself. Meanwhile, her snakes engaged Athena in some form of girl talk as they admired her shoes and bracelets. One of them nudged the necklace on Dagon’s neck as if to show Athena the craftsmanship. Dagon laughed and gently brushed the snake away. “I’m sorry. They’re a little unruly today,” she apologized as she and the Goddess took up the next dance. One of Dagon’s snakes nudged her urgently against the ear. “Whaaaat?” Dagon asked it. The demon just wanted to concentrate on not tripping over her legs, but instead she was booped on the head by the snake as if the snake was trying to tell her to remember something she’d meant to ask Athena. Dagon recalled what it was. “Right now? We’re at a party.” The snake gave Dagon an apathetic look. Dagon sighed. “Well, I guess she’s right,” the Demon Princess remarked as she pushed the snake away.
“Now’s as good a time as any in case I forget. Raphael and I are starting a new program here next week,” Dagon began as Athena spun her. “We’re going to be offering group and individual therapy to the people here. We want to do it right which means we have to do data collection and trend analysis to figure out the general needs of the population, what modalities are working, and which ones aren’t effective with this population. Unfortunately, my Kingdom tends to be high needs, so I don’t have time to do data analysis. Raph’s in the same boat given how much the Guardians do. We’re hoping to outsource the analysis part of the job. We’ll collect the data and make sure that private patient information is protected.” They’d redact names and make sure none of the information was specific enough to be linked back to any one individual. “But we need someone to analyze the trends. I figured you’d be the best person for the job,” Dagon grinned. “Declan seems keen to help too. And Raph says Deck’s younger brother, Zophiel, is good at that kind of stuff too. I figured they could be your interns on this project. That is if you want to take it up.”
ATHENA: Athena smiled as Dagon's snakes squealed at her. While they had sadly tragic beginnings, she was glad that they brought her some comfort and safety. She gave the snakes her thanks as they admired her wardrobe for the night. It was a red flowing dress with folds that were reminiscent of the robes of Ancient Greece. Over top of it was a golden corset with metalwork that implied two owl wings protecting her waist. Her armor cuff bracelets showed similar metallic plumage with the feathers spreading up her arms. On her neck, a red ruby was inlaid into a golden necklace, and her hair was set into a bun with a crown of a golden olive branch. The shoes that the snakes were admiring were a pair of knee-high golden boots that spiraled around her legs. She admired what the snakes had to show her in equal measure. The snaked didn't exactly explain what the necklace was. It wasn't exactly made with expert craftsmanship. She could see certain flaws that had popped up in the clay that should've been corrected before being put in the kiln, but from her own knowledge of Dagon, she knew who would've made it for her. This was surely crafted by her new boyfriend. After being dead so long, it made sense that Belgirel would want a soothing activity like pottery and crafting. Her snakes were proud of the work, and Athena didn't think the flaws that other expert craftsmen would care about really mattered here. In this case, they weren't flaws so much as symbols of an attempt being made and from what she had heard about Belgirel, it was also an acceptance and recognition on his part that what he made didn't need to be perfect as long as it was loved by the person who received it, in which case it was perfect based on how much Dagon adored it.
"They're alright," Athena reassured her. Dagon seemed to have her mind everywhere tonight. Despite being a warrior of the mind, Athena couldn't actually read minds to know what Dagon's snakes seemed so urgent to get her to talk about. "Yes, I've heard about the program. It's a good idea." It was definitely something the people of the Empty would need if they were going to see any progress. Once Dagon brought up data analysis, she could see where the conversation was headed, and she was thrilled. "I'd love to work on that. I've been looking for a new project to start anyways. It sounds stimulating. Just let me know when I can start, and I'll reach out to Declan and Zophiel. Speaking of projects that should be taken up, Cupid and Belphegor's project of their garden turned out well. You should see it from the balcony. I can distract the others, so you can take a break out there." Her eyes glowed golden, and a second pair of them appeared, dancing around them while they disappeared to the rest of the crowd.
DAGON: Dagon beamed when Athena agreed to do the data analysis. She knew she could count on her. “Thank you,” she replied as she squeezed her friend’s hand gently. Her eyebrows quirked when Athena mentioned Cuphegor’s garden project. Dagon practically lived in the Empty for the better part of the last few months so she was well acquainted with the garden. She didn’t think there were any new projects that she hadn’t already seen. She realized fairly quickly that Athena was trying to give her a polite way out. Dagon didn’t really need to be covertly corralled out. She’d take any opportunity to escape. She grinned when Athena made an illusionary version of the two of them dancing. “Thank you, Athena. I owe you one,” the demon replied. As the Goddess spun her one last time, Dagon squeezed her hand appreciatively before letting go and disappearing passed the balcony threshold.
By the grace of the Seven Kingdoms, the balcony appeared empty. Dagon shut the door quietly and muttered a spell to lock it. She released a deep breath and slumped against the door. “Oh, to have Belphegors floor melting powers right now,” she whispered to the snakes as she rolled her shoulders. She allowed her body to relax and come down from its hyper alert state. As she took a few calming breaths, she heard something shuffling to her right. Whoever or whatever was there with her was obscured by a rose bush that decorated the balcony. Dagon focused on it and realized it was a person. They were radiating large levels of anxiousness and chest aching panic. Dagon didn’t want to startle them, so she ran her hand over the rose bush as pre-cursor before she stepped around the corner of the bush to peer over and see if they needed help. “Hi, I—” she began but stopped when she realized who it was. “Gears?” Her snakes perked up, automatically concerned. “Are you all right, love?”
BELGIREL: Belgirel felt like he was falling deep into his own head. Some of the things people had said tonight were sticking with him, playing in his head over and over. What was his torture like? Was this not an extension of his torture? Had he even left? The other words he remembered shifted into the Void's voice, and he was shaking. He couldn't remember. Was he who he said he was? He didn't know. He didn't feel like he was the same person everyone else saw, and it terrified him. He wanted to be who they saw him as. He didn't want to ruin this perception they had of him, but he could feel it itching to come out. He was itching, but no matter how much he scratched, there was just more skin underneath. It peeled and peeled, but he never got to the center. He barely perceived the sound of the doors opening and closing. The shuffling of feet and the brushing of the bush were too faint to his ears. For a moment, he didn't even see Dagon until she spoke. "Dagon?" he asked. With anyone else, he might've tried to control himself a little more, but he was hyperventilating as if his body was accepting that he could safely freak out if she was here. "No. I can't- I couldn't do it anymore. I can't- I can't breathe." He was choking as his panic got the best of him.
DAGON: "Oh, honey..." she whispered and approached him in a few quick strides. Her snakes fussed over him. He was in bad shape and guilt bit at her chest. If she'd been with him tonight like she promised she would, maybe she could have prevented this. She rubbed his arms soothingly. "You're having a panic attack," she explained. "They're not deadly but we do need to get your body calm again." She used magic to form together some ice. She gently placed the ice onto his covered chest just above a regulatory nerve. "Breathe in through your nose and out through your mouth, my love," she instructed. She demonstrated the technique before taking one of his free hands and placing it over her heart so that he could use the rise and fall of her chest and the warmth it provided to ground himself. She continued to instruct him to breathe in through his nose, hold for a count of four, and then exhale through the mouth for a count of four. As his breathing slowed she quieted down and simply allowed him space to coregulate until their chests were rising and falling in time with one another.
BELGIREL: A panic attack? It felt like it was so much more than just him panicking. He felt scared, sure, but it was more than that in his eyes. Did a panic attack cut off your ability to breathe? Did it make you unable to stand or think? Did it make you feel like you needed to tear your skin off. Did it make you sweat and shake and feel like you were going to vomit like a true illness? Did it make you feel like you were dying the mortal death of a heart attack? Did it matter? Regardless of what it was, he did his best to listen to Dagon's instructions. Breathing properly wasn't easy. He tried to breathe through his nose, but he kept gasping for air through his mouth. It made him dizzy and light headed. It took a few minutes, but eventually, he started doing it right. He could feel the beating of her chest now that it was a little easier to focus. He breathed in with her and breathed out with her, soothing himself more with just her breathing the more time they spent there. He leaned his head against her chest and closed his eyes, trying to push out those other feelings, not wanting to let them overwhelm him so much. After a few minutes of sitting there, he let out a low sigh. "I'm sorry."
DAGON: It wasn't the first time that she'd caught a glimpse of the pain underneath. He didn't sleep much, but when he did he had nightmares. She'd coached him through a few of those before, but they'd never gotten to the level of a panic attack. She relaxed a little more as his breathing calmed. She held him close to her and ran her fingers through his hair as he collapsed into her. She kissed the top of his head and her snakes rubbed his back. "No, honey, I'm sorry," she apologized. "It wasn't supposed to be like this. You shouldn't have been left alone in there." They were supposed to do this as a team. She'd tried to get to him, but she wasn't swift enough. She'd do better to forgo casual politeness next time. "Do you want to talk about it?" she asked now that his breathing was calmer. "We don't have to, but it might make you feel better to give that feeling a voice so we can better understand it."
BELGIREL: Dagon had always been a soothing presence. He felt content sitting with her and even more relaxed as she ran her fingers through his hair, but that didn't fully solve the problem at hand. The panic he'd felt didn't entirely go away. It was just more manageable now. So maybe he had been having a panic attack. He didn't see why Dagon needed to be sorry for it. It wasn't her fault. He shouldn't have been entirely dependent on her presence just to be able to handle a party. "I wasn't alone." If anything, it was the fact that there were so many different people was the problem, and knowing some of them didn't make things easier. He wasn't sure if he wanted to talk about it. More specifically, he didn't know if he knew how to put it into words. "I feel . . . wrong. I've been working on trying to be more . . . honest about how I'm really feeling with the guys, but it's like- like I'm walking around in someone else's skin. I can't get away from that guy, that past me who doesn't exist anymore."
DAGON: "Physically, no," she agreed. He'd been alone in a more emotional way. One that left him without a buffer person to help facilitate conversations and fill in the blanks. She nodded when he replied that he felt wrong. She'd seen how uncomfortable he was in his own skin from time to time. "It's not fair to you to try to live up to that image," she soothed. "He's entirely fictional. Not in the sense that you made him up, but in the sense that we did." His death allowed them to spin this image of Belgirel that was entirely unattainable. "Maybe it's time to shed that skin." Her snakes nuzzled around him. They were supernatural beings so they didn't exactly shed but the real models of them did. "I know it's scary. For a long time, this skin has protected you from so much. But it no longer represents you and that's okay. It's okay to no longer be that person. And it's okay to not really know who or what you want to be. The beings that love you will love you no matter what form you take or how much it changes."
BELGIREL: Dagon seemed to understand what he meant when he said he felt wrong. She always seemed to understand him no matter what he said, even when he didn't fully understand it himself. "I don't know if he's fully fictional." There were probably parts of him that had been true. Everyone had so many stories of him, so he assumed some of them had to have been real. It just wasn't true anymore. "But that person died, and I'm not him anymore," if he ever even was that guy, which was part of what he was struggling coming to terms with. He felt so detached from the past version of himself that he wasn't sure if he was a continuation or some construction of the Void's design to trick everyone into thinking he was the same person they loved. What if he was a trap designed to not know what he was? What if he was a monster under this skin? But the skin- it itched, and he needed it off. "If I'm someone different, how will you know you'll still love me? What if I'm someone you don't like?"
DAGON: She'd been reading him stories of Peter Pan and those had largely taken inspiration from Gears life, but they were based on a true story in the same way modern movies were based on true stories. He seemed to recognize that in part. "It's okay to mourn that person, but you don't need to wear a form that no longer fits," she soothed. His friends were used to fluidity. Belgirel himself already had two forms that he happened to share with Belphegor. The ground work for acceptance was already there. He just needed to take the leap and trust that his friends would help him fly again. "Immortal beings are a different brand, my love. I've seen hundreds of versions of Belpegor and Cupid and others and their changes don't make them any less my friend or family. I've been through a thousand iterations of myself too. To live as long as we do is to accept that everything around us, including ourselves and the people we love, changes. You might change, but I'm willing to ride out that change with you. I'm not afraid of it because at the end of the day I know you're a good person and that's one thing that will never change."
BELGIREL: He didn't know if he was trying to mourn that other version of himself. Was that why he was struggling and trying to hold onto it. He just felt like he needed to. Maybe he was scared. He didn't know what or who he was without that other guy either, but she was right that it didn't fit him anymore. It wasn't really just that he wanted to look different or anything. A change in form for him was like accepting both internally and externally that he was different. "But I'm not even really immortal. I'm just- I'm dead. I get to see you, and I get to act like the living, but I'm still just dead at the end of the day." That was one of the hardest things for him to accept and part of why he needed the change. He wasn't the same person as before. He had died, and with death, a change was inevitable. Both death and life seemed to come with changes, but it was a comfort to know that at least she was comfortable with those changes. "Okay, I love you." He took in a deep breath, and as he exhaled, his skin shed off. His body changed its basic structure. His hair became darker. His eyes became a darker brown. The scars were still there, and if anything they were more prevalent, like he wasn't trying to hide what he'd been through. He looked at Dagon again. "So this is okay?" He asked. It felt better. He didn't feel as trapped in his own skin.
DAGON: "Death, like life, doesn't have be stagnant," she assured him. "Not anymore." He'd been frozen for so long in nothing but a state of torture and he'd always carry that with him, but it didn't mean that he or his form needed to be stuck in that state. "Death changed you as much as life changed us and that's okay. We'll keep changing together. We'll grow together. We'll cry together. We'll make love together." Everything that she could do with him, she would. She squeezed his hand. "I love you too," she told him. She watched with twinkle and wonder as his form changed into something he was more comfortable with. There was a beauty in it. Not just in the physical sense, but in the sense that he was allowing her to see him inside and out. He was allowing himself the peace of becoming something that felt true to him. There was nothing more lovely than that. Dagon leaned in and kissed him. "Yes." Another tender kiss. "It's better than okay. It's you, inside and out."
BELGIREL: He supposed she was right to an extent. Some parts of death weren't stagnant anymore. After coming into it, Belphegor seemed to be changing it for the better constantly. They'd implemented help for the people who had been tortured. The dead had more options now on how to spend their time. There were groups, safe spaces, activities. The main problem they came across was a lack of purpose and the fact that they couldn't leave. "You don't feel stagnant being with me?" he asked. "I can't exactly go where you go or be with you for certain important events like other couples get to do." He wished he could've been there for her actual coronation, and it felt like she did more to support him than he was able to do for her. Did that not make her feel stagnant? But she seemed so certain. She was smart. She had to have considered these things already. "I want to do everything I can with you too." He just hoped it would be enough. The change in him didn't seem to deter her. He wasn't an empath, and he didn't see the auras Cupid had shown him, but he still saw the love in Dagon's eyes. She wasn't pulling away. She was pulling him closer. She'd always been accepting of him, but he was still delightfully surprised when she met his change with a kiss. His cheeks colored in pink as he relaxed against the wall. This was okay. This was good. He leaned into her kiss the second time. "It's me," he agreed. His hands moved up to hold her face. "Thank you for helping me get there."
DAGON & NADIA: "No, baby, I don't feel stagnant with you. I feel..." She tried to think of the best word to describe what se felt. "I feel whole." She smiled warmly. She felt complete. "I miss you at those events, but I know I'll get to see you afterward and that's the part I look forward to the most. I feel lucky that I get that much because before I didn't get to see you at all." He might not physically get to be there but she always carried him in her heart and mind. He was the first person she wanted to call when anything big happened.
She smiled when he remarked that he wanted to do everything with her too. "We will," she promised. The Empty was getting bigger every day. The more it expanded, the more they'd get to experience things together. She was excited to show him what it meant to let yourself feel free again. She smiled as he kissed her back and held her face. Her eyes twinkled as she admired the look of this newer, truer form. She brushed her thumb over his lips. "I knew you'd always get there," she smiled. She leaned in and kissed him again. As she pulled away, her eyes caught the sight of a giant straw goat moving through the garden.
"What the hell...?" she muttered.
"Murmur, that was the fourth hedge you ran him through. Cupid's going to hang you upside down from a tree and I'm going to let her," Nadia scolded him.
Dagon heard them crash through another hedge as the goat stalled just below the balcony. She could see the tips of its horns from where she and Gears were perched. The demon snorted and buried her laugh in Belgirel's chest. "Well, that's definitely hell..."
BELGIREL & MURMUR: Although he knew deep down that she didn't feel held back by him, it was better to be able to hear her say it. He wanted to say the same thing back to her, but it wasn't entirely true. It wasn't because of anything she lacked. It was just the fact that he currently still felt like pieces of him were missing. She had been one of those missing pieces, but there were more. Some of them were his missing memories, which he wasn't sure if he'd ever get them all back, and the other part was basically just his life's essence. The Empty might've been named that because there used to be nothing in it, but the people here who were in a state of non-living had an emptiness inside of them. As long as they were dead, they'd remain like that, but some things and some people made it a little better. Like Dagon. "You make me forget I'm dead when I'm with you." Maybe that wasn't the same as feeling whole to her, but it was just as important to him. She had an optimistic light to it, being happy with what she had because of what she'd lost before. He was a little more greedy and more jealous. He got a taste of a good thing and saw what he missed out on. He always wanted more of her. Even as close as they were now, kissing under the starless sky of the Empty, he wanted more of her. He felt saddened when she pulled away and wasn't looking at him anymore. He turned his head to see the giant straw goat he'd built for Nadia's stealing game. He guessed it was time to move it.
"You're the one who's running it through things. You keep pushing me forward when I'm trying to turn," Murmur grumbled. "And you make it sound like getting hung upside down is a bad thing. I'd love to do it." He huffed, but they continued walking.
Belgirel smiled as Dagon laughed into him. He still barely understood what was going on with the goat, but he liked seeing her laugh. He kissed the top of her head. "Let's just stay here awhile."
DAGON & NADIA: She smiled when he remarked that she made him feel like he wasn’t dead. He’d described the sensation of what it felt like to be dead before and the emptiness that came with it. She was glad her presence filled some of that and made him forget. She trailed a few kisses down his jaw and neck before resting her head on his chest. She could still hear the last of the kids argument filtering in.
“Me?” Nadia squawked indignantly. “You’ve got the coordination of a 3 legged giraffe today. If Dagon were to spot you, she’d adopt you and rehab you. And, you know what, maybe you need it!”
Dagon giggled into Belgirel’s chest again. “I didn’t realize both me and Murmur were invited to a roast today,” she whispered. She watched as the goat moved again and the arguing continued. There was much sparkle and mirth in her eyes as she listened to the kids simply being kids until the sound of their voices disappeared. It was clear she loved them both. She nodded when Gears asked to stay here a while. She lifted her head up, kissed him, and then relaxed back into his arms. She’d stay here with him forever if she could.
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Hey! Can you do "say the word and i'm yours for the night" with Freddie please?
remember when i said i got a bunch of angsty asks yesterday?
contains: fem reader, alcohol, cuss words, a little steamy
the last thing you expected to see, was freddie. in a bar, late on a friday night, looking in your direction. he was the last thing you expected to see. especially with him having a game the following day. he was very strategic and stuck in his ways when it came to his schedule and saving time, making sure that he gets enough sleep the night before a game. so seeing him here, in a place where you probably shouldn't be either, is far out of left field.
you were the last thing that he expected to see too. in a bar, on a friday night, with a few friends around he knows you don't really like, with a drink on the table that's too strong for you. he didn't expect to see you out on a friday night, because he knows that you like to watch dateline live, and you prefer to drink wine instead of the hard liquor you ordered. he didn't expect to see you, because the last he heard of you, you were moving across state and things wouldn't work out anyway.
fred almost had a heart attack when you started to walk his direction. that familiar swivel in your hips that you always had when you got a few drinks in you, your lips curling up into a smirk as you sat down in the booth across from him. he felt his skin become hot and itchy, feeling the strong need to remove his jacket that he had kept on all evening.
"funny seeing you here, fred." your voice was just as slick as he remembers, and his memory is refreshed on how it gets even slicker when you're a few drinks deep. his eyes scan your body up and down, admiring the low cut shirt you have on. he also can't help but notice the little bit of lace peeking out from your shirt. he lets his mind wander for a second before your sweet voice draws him out of his daydream. "eyes up here," you reminded.
he clears his throat before speaking, "i live here, Y/N. it's actually funny seeing you here, since you're the one who said that you would be moving across the state." you roll your eyes and lean back against the leather booth, crossing your arms over your chest. "and also funny, because last time i checked, you don't like valerie or cameron."
you're a little baffled, honestly. you didn't expect him to remember all the times you ranted to him about how you were tired of having fake friends, but you would feel bad if you ghosted them, considering you had known the two since you were in high school. "so i think i should be asking you, Y/N, why are you here?"
with a sigh you steal freddies drink, finishing off the whiskey for him and sliding the glass back to him. "cause, the job promotion fell through. they gave it to someone else by the time i had all my shit packed up. so i had to re-rent my house, go find a new job, do all the adult shit." you confessed, your tone was somber and your eyes had now dropped to avoid eye contact.
"why didn't you tell me? i would have helped," you know he's right. he would have dropped whatever he had going on to help you. he's kind like that. he would give the shirt off his back for you if you asked without question.
you avoided his question, knowing you were too tipsy to answer it. you grabbed your purse and slung it over your shoulder, sitting up straight and looming over the table. "can you take me home? val and cam ditched on me and i had too many scotches."
without hesitation he pulls out a twenty dollar bill and sets it on the table, pulling out his keys and standing up. "still at the same place?" you nod your head and walk with him out the door, immediately pulling your coat over your chest. the cool breeze biting at your skin.
you make lazy small talk, the hum of the public radio filling the car as freddie drove the all too familiar route to your house across town. even though it's a full twenty minute drive from his place to yours, he still made it for all of those months you were together.
when he eventually pulls in your driveway, you look over at him and he has a certain look in his eyes that you know all too well. a look that has made you go weak in the knees more often than not. you hum, unbuckling your seatbelt and resting your elbow on the console and looking him up and down.
"thanks for the uber," you joke, putting your things in one place you sigh. you know he wants to say something, that's the only reason why you haven't gotten out of his car yet. you're waiting for him to say whatever is on his mind.
"i miss you," there it is. you turn around, and feeling bold, you pressed your hand against his cheek and your lips against his. the unfamiliar, but yet so recognizable burn of his beard against your skin made your stomach turn in knots- in the best way possible. fred puts his hand on your arm, holding you in place as he deepened the kiss.
pulling away for a breath you left the taste of scotch and spearmint on his tongue, and a tingling feeling all over his body. "do you want to come inside?" he knew your question had a consequence. a consequence of waking up in the morning, half nude and wondering if he was going to get his heart broken again. waking up with messy hair, and more questions than answers. but he knew that you were irresistible. a drug that he could not, no matter how hard he tried, stay away from. "say the word and i'm yours for the night, freddie."
"okay."
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