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What Remains Of Edith Finch
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hello there! i'm feeling a little angsty tonight, so for the mini-fic requests, could you please do: Angel and Valentino + "One day I'll kill you."
send me some prompts for mini hazbin hotel fics!
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It’s going to take a few days a lot of make up to cover the split in his lip. Thankfully, bruises didn’t show through fur.
His head was swimming with disorientation. He couldn’t remember why Val was angry, but he guessed that didn’t matter anymore. What did matter was Val stooping down to grab his aching face, thumbing the wound on his bottom lip. When Angel tried to flinch away, Val only held on tighter. If he squeezed at is jaw anymore, Angel was almost sure he’d crush it.
“One day, you’re going to push me too far, baby,” Val crooned through his grin. More thumbing. “One day, I’m going to kill you.”
And then suddenly Angel found his head shoved backward with surprising force and speed, the back of his skull making contact with the wall behind him. The disoriented sensation worsened, and he let himself slip down to the floor, one hand behind his head, another covering his mouth.
“Get up off the floor and clean yourself up,” Val rolled his eyes as he stood, and then he left the dressing room as though nothing out of the ordinary had happened.
And maybe nothing out of the ordinary had happened. That was a scary thing to think about, and with the way Angel’s head was spinning, it was best just not to think about it.
He wasn’t sure how long he laid there, collecting himself and making sure nothing was too damaged, but when he finally made it back to his room, he collapsed onto his bed. For a long moment, he just laid there, torn between playing the events over and trying to block them out completely. Only when Fat Nuggets got up onto the bed and nosed his way under one of Angel’s hands did that seem to ground him again.
One day, I’m going to kill you, Val said. He said that a lot, actually. He probably meant it.
Pulling the pig closer, Angel pushed his face into the tiny, warm body.
“No, you fuckin’ ain’t,” he practically whispered.
a/n: please don’t tag as ship.
Drowning in Sorrow
Trigger warnings: Implied/referenced abuse, drug use and rape
Word Count: 523
The direct aftermath of Valentino’s assault Angel goes to the one person he can trust for some help (This is meant to cover the flashes we see of Angel in bed with Cherri)
Keep reading
actually fuck it. thinks about this too.
Angel fell, lifting a hand to his face after he sat up immediately, he froze up and went quiet, as tears fell, all of his fear setting in.
At the silent response, Val gripped him tightly by the throat nearly strangling him as he repeated angrily
Was all angel could reply with before Valentino dropped him to the ground like a ragdoll. Weakly he gathered himself crawling away as Val only muttered watching him, “That’s right, run back to that shit show hotel and hide like the coward you are.” He chuckled as he walked off, leaving Angel to slowly stand, as he immediately ran, passing through the crowded streets of hell, people cursing as he brushed against them, some even pushing him as he kept running. Eventually he reached the hotel and walked towards it, kicking open the door.
In that moment, it revealed Alastor, Charlie, and Vaggie chatting away, Charlie pointing at her list as Alastor only magically summoned what she needed, Vaggie watching Alastor like a hawk. When the door had opened, all three heads turned to see an out of breath angel dust, as Vaggie went over to scold him, Angel pushed her aside, a bit too roughly as Vaggie swore and Charlie yelled as she made her way over to vaggie.
Angel said nothing in that moment and kept walking, as he walked past Alastor, who only watched curiously as he disappeared down the hall, noting the trail of blood being left behind.
The moment he entered his room he grabbed the nearest item and chucked it across the room, causing it to break as he started to cry silently. His rage only got worse as he punched a hole in the wall and his movements became shakier and slower. He fell to the ground and buried his head in his knees as he sobbed, the blood staining the carpet and his clothes.
“F-FUCK!” he shouted out as he heard his voice crack and sat there hugging his knees closer to him.
“F-fuck...” he said more quietly..as he sat there for a bit, before feeling Fat Nuggets nudge against him after a few minutes of nothing. He opened his eyes and glanced down at him as he wiped at his eyes before sighing and picking up the small animal and holding him close. Fat Nuggets only cuddled into Angel’s chest fluff, as the Spider smiled a bit, before the sharp pain shot through him again as he groaned. The world started to blur as he heard the traffic outside and the familiar screams and chaos. He felt his eyelids grow heavy as he fell asleep, his breathing short and his body rising and falling in rhythm.
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A loud sound startled him awake as he flinched into a defensive position, despite still being on the floor. He looked around feeling his heart speed up, his eyes rapidly wandered and only after double checking multiple times he finally relaxed himself.. before taking a shaky breath and rubbing at his eyes. “It’s ok...” he reassured himself as he spoke. He slowly opened his eyes and as his vision cleared he flinched.
“A-Alastor??” He said backing away slightly at how close the demon was to him.
Alastor blinked and opened his mouth as his staticky voice came out.
“Hell-
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY ROOM?!” angel interrupted, angrily feeling a mix of emotions.
“-o..” Alastor finished, his smile faltering before returning. “Right. Well, I couldn’t help but notice the predicament you seem to be in my dear..” Angel froze feeling his chest tighten reaching for his eye to hide the blood when suddenly as he placed his hand where it should’ve been, it was perfectly fine, almost as if it was magically healed..
“w-Wha-“ he pondered aloud feeling his eyes widen as his hand kept searching and prodding, only for Alastor to grab it and lower it much to angel’s surprise. The radio demon let go immediately upon seeing his reaction and glanced away. “I’m assuming you didn’t want the others to see, so.. I figured I’d do you a favor and heal you up.” Alastor stated, feeling the other’s eyes in him. Angel fell silent as he clutched his arms tight and scooted back as far as he could, he frowned as he kept his eyes trained on the ground as his mind started to wander because the thing was it’s not like he was ungrateful for the gesture, but it was so unexpected and so unprecedented that he felt vulnerable now..and what made it worse was that now..Alastor..the all powerful radio demon knew..and could blackmail him. Of course these thoughts had been going on for a bit longer than angel would’ve hoped for because immediately he was snapped out of them by Alastor speaking his name.
“Angel.”
“Y-yeah?” He said absentmindedly, as he felt his hands start to play with each other as his eyes darted around the room, trying to keep his focus elsewhere. Alastor was visibly frustrated at this point, from what Angel caught glimpse of, out of the corner of his eye. Then the unexpected happened, Alastor sighed into his hands as he leaned into his lap groaning. This caught Angel’s attention immediately as he quickly turned and saw red eyes meet his. He felt his face heat up slightly as he stared for a bit longer waiting for the other to speak.
“Look.. I’m not great with this whole comfort thing and I know we’re not even really that close..but I know when something is wrong, and even though we don’t get along, Charlie would feel a lot better knowing her only client wasn’t feeling like this, So..”
He made a little gesture at Angel almost as if he was embarrassed. At this, angel smiled.
“..thank you.” He said as he pulled alastor in for a tight hug, much to his own and alastor’s disbelief. Alastor’s eyes went wide as static filled them with a clock and a weird crackling sound happened. He froze, his arms slightly lifted in hesitation, before his thumping heart calmed down a bit..before slowly patting Angel on the back awkwardly.
“But you didn’t even say what was wrong.” He stated as Angel pulled away.
“didn’t need to.” He said
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It draws after a scene in her Radiodust fanfic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/30936689
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