Naga Lucifer Just Lounging In A Tree.

I raise your house husband Alastor with a house husband Alastor + work spouse reader!

At the radio station, Alastor is obviously on air while his ever loving spouse is working behind the scene; proof reading his scripts, fetching his coffee, making sure the backup generator is running just incase Vox causes another power out, they might even be snooping around for another fun scoop just for him. Al loves it when he gets a script with his spouses cute little doodles on them or when they give him his coffee while having their own in a matching mug, and he always broadcasts their scoops no matter how small they are. While the radio station definitely could run without them, as it did many years before Al even met them, Al refuses to believe that. To Al, this station would instantly fall apart without them.

After broadcasting, the pair would head home. Al would insist on his spouse putting their feet up as he cooks dinner and has his shadow run them a bath, they've been running around him all day so now it's his turn to care for them.

oh my god i'm losing my mind over this 😭😭 literally foaming at the mouth

I LOVE YOU AND YOUR BRILLIANT MIND

The Sound of Being Loved

Astarion x gn!Tav/Reader

Possibly OOC. I'm posting this at like 12am and I am so tired sleepy but I needed to finish this Or Else

Warnings: some hurt/comfort, talk about The Scar™️

Word Count: 737

Masterlist

AO3

Astarion let out a stiff breath as your fingers brushed over the scar. The poem. The sigil. Whatever it was Cazador'd carved into his back.

You'd asked him about it before. He'd answer curtly and bitterly - as he’d always done when his master was the subject of conversation. But that was so long ago now. At least, it felt quite long ago. He couldn't really be sure. All he knew was things were finally dying down and becoming normal. As normal as things could be, anyway. And you couldn't stop yourself from asking again.

That's how you ended up straddling his thighs as he laid chest-down on the bed.

"Tell me if you want me to stop," you reminded him softly. You kept repeating the phrase when he tensed beneath your fingers, or got that quiet, distant aura about him.

He hummed, turning his head to peek over his shoulder at you. He offered the most reassuring smile he could muster. "Go on," he encouraged. "He's dead - it doesn't matter anymore."

You tilted your head. Sharp eyes studied him, searching for any hint of a lie. He sighed quietly as your hand massaged the back of his neck. "But it still happened," you said, "you still hate it."

He smirked, but his quiet voice gave away the false confidence. "You know me too well, darling."

"Yes," you leaned down to kiss his cheek, "I do." He turned his head slightly more to catch your lips for a momentary kiss. Your lips hovered over his, eyes boring into his soul, searching. "I can stop."

"No. Please. I... I want you to know every part of me. I trust you."

You kissed him once more, languid and sweet, before sitting back up. He closed his eyes and tried to relax under your fingers. They danced across his back, tracing each line in their circular pattern. One hand slid to his waist to thumb circles into his side. He wondered why for a moment. Surely it would be easier to feel each infernal letter with both hands? Then he realized: it was a distraction. You were giving him something to focus on while you studied his back. His undead heart stuttered in his chest.

“I could translate it,” you whisper. It’s a gentle offer. “If you wanted to know what it says.”

Cazador is dead, he reminds himself. Whatever the bastard carved into his skin, it shouldn’t hold so much power over him anymore. But the thought of knowing exactly what was written there… His lips pursed.

You pressed a kiss to his spine, in between the circles of text. He lets out a breath. “No. Let it die with him.”

You’re quiet as you go back to tracing. He wonders if you’re translating it in your mind. He… doesn’t mind the thought - not as much as he thought he would. He trusts you, enough to know you would take the words to your grave. They would never be used against him, held over him as leverage. They’d just sit in a corner of your mind and collect dust, until their meaning is lost forever. He doesn’t mind that at all.

Once you’ve felt all of the letters, your hand traces the circles themselves. Starting right at the center, you go out ring by ring. Where scarred lines branch off, you ghost your touch up and down the ridges. There are several at the bottom of the scar. It almost looks like dripping wax, sealed into his skin forever. Imagining what it was like hurts too much.

He peeks over his shoulder again as he feels your hands, full, flat-palmed on his skin, sliding over his sides. You lay on top of him, sliding your arms around him, squished between his stomach and the bed. You’re so warm. Your head rests between his shoulder blades, breaths sliding across his back and shoulders like a warm summer breeze. His body fully relaxed into the affection. All tension faded away, and he allowed his eyes to close in the comfort.

“I love you,” you hum near his ear. “My beautiful star.”

Astarion smiles. “I love you, too. My dearest blood donor.” He relishes in the way you laugh against him, full and bright and free. And he hopes, when he’s lived for centuries more, and loses the spark of life in his eye, he remembers exactly how it sounds to be loved.

Are you in pain?

Late UNO night 🦌🍎

#clock him again maria #you shoulda sat there n ate ur food

"He asked me to join his team"

"I said NO"

doodle

Vox is cute

Drew this before act 3 came out lol what a time

Viktor having a nightmares about Jayce cover in blood asking him why and telling that his fault.

Oh, for sure. His mind takes one look at his guilty conscience surrounding Jayce’s death and goes “let’s torment him with some nightmares.” And his sleep schedule is already probably nonexistent so it is just giving him more reasons not to sleep.

He’s already constantly replaying their last conversation in his mind over and over. All of what he could have said but didn’t. What he wishes he had told Jayce instead. What he is never going to be able to tell him now. What he could’ve done to prevent Jayce from going to the bridge. How what he said to Jayce is part of what pushed him to even go to the bridge to begin with. How he just let Jayce walk away to what would be his death. How their last conversation was him being upset with Jayce. Even if he was right to be upset about the situation, knowing that that was his last memory of Jayce being alive hurts. So, of course, its all going to carry over into his dreams as well.

Especially after learning the exact details of his “death” which is like adding fuel to a fire. How they couldn’t find a body. How it was deduced that Jayce was crushed entirely by the rubble and debris from the collapsing tower after finding torn remnants of his attire in the wreckage. He would have nightmares about Jayce appearing and just getting crushed right in front of him.

While he can do nothing about it. In some, he tries to reach for Jayce but he can never seem to get to him in time. Sometimes Jayce doesn’t speak, but other times he does and he says things like “Why did you let me walk away? Why didn’t you stop me?” while blood begins to cover his whole body before disappearing into nothing.

Even a particular version of this nightmare where Viktor is in the lab and Jayce is at the chalkboard, and Viktor goes up to him. But when Jayce starts to smile and talk to Viktor, blood slowly starts to cover his body and begins to look more and more like he was in an explosion. Like a dead body, even as he keeps acting like his usual self. As if he isn't aware that he's withering away in front of Viktor's eyes.

Sometimes, there are other people there aside from Jayce who say that it is his fault. Such as Caitlyn and Ximena.

The mind can be a very cruel thing.

Also, he doesn't tell anyone about said nightmares.

More Bibilically Accurate human!Alastor~

I saved... so... so many Alastor faces to do. My ref sheet has at least 35 so far and I want to do every single one of them so badly. (I couldn't help but do two color schemes for the Lucifer-hat-squish moment)

Any particular expressions y'all wanna see? 👀

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