Oct 14, 2025
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He likes her
Abaddon and esther
So I'm going to just call this what it is. This fic is a HUGE love letter to @marlog-5 over here on Tumblr. I seriously adore their blog, as they feed us so well for this ship with their beautiful art, and I love all the little Estherdon shippers I've been seeing around. So I was very inspired by one of their Estherdon comics, so I wrote this fic, so of course, to give the proper credit, here is the link to the comic: he worked hard for that wife.
Also, I take no credit for the first parts of Esther and Abaddon’s dialogue or the summary of the fic; that all belongs to marlog.
And was this also an excuse to write more Estherdon smut? Well, of course it was! I've been wanting to use the “tail sex” tag since I started writing for this ship, lol.
I'm just a simple fangirl, and I really hope you enjoy the fic.
😳👉👈
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
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Just been browsing on X and found fellow Koreans who ship Esther x Abaddon AAAAAAA
Gonna try and recruit them if I can!
“Esthaddon: excited”
Art trade with @hand-in-unlovablehand
One of my favorite parts about them as a ship is the dynamic they have given that they’re both “wrong” by a normal societal standard but to the other, their weirdness is what makes them remarkable.
FREAKS AND PERVERTS IT’S TIME TO SEXUALIZE THE DEMON
Brand new adult body, brand new heat cycle someone forgot he used to have 😏
If you feel so inclined to write a fan fiction from this PLEASE DO
I know I did https://archiveofourown.org/works/72769796
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Imagine hating on EsthAddon fans and we’re literally out here drawing healthy non-related consenting adults as happy parents
Fan kid designs are by @cebethannie12 and @senkus0up respectively
Life is hard when you developed a crush on an immortal demon trapped in the body of a child from the 1700’s.
Life is even harder when years pass by, you grow in to a reasonably sized 16 year old and he continues to stay nine year old boy shaped, because you STILL CANT FIND A SPELL TO FIX THIS SHIT!
“You do realize how this looks yes?” Abaddon grinned devilishly at his partner, his eyes nearly squinted shut and his nose crinkled up in delight as Esther pulled back from their chaste kiss.
He had come to her crafting cave at her request, and though giving her shit was NOT part of the request, she could hardly expect anything less from him.
“To anyone passing by it might look like you intend to take advantage of a young boy.” He egged her on. Abaddon had been dealing with his child status for eons, and though being partnered with a human was new, he was all too pleased at his brand new avenue for wreaking havoc.
“Oh please. Putting aside the fact that you’re the town cryptid-“ she poked his forehead. “You look more like a little person in a tacky Halloween costume than an actual kid.” To punctuate her point she poked Abaddon again this time in the chest. It wasn’t until he winced back that she remembered the scar on his chest, the one part of him that was actually sensitive.
She watched for a moment as Anaddon’s eyes flickered between red and blue like a broken light bulb, and waited to see how grumpy he was going to be about this.
When his eyes settled on blue she figured she was in the clear. And yet, rather than scoffing or jabbing her back his shoulders hunched up and his eyebrows knit together.
His gaze darted around from her to the lab and finally to his hands. The small boy hands clenched and relaxed, turning over like he couldn’t believe they were his own.
“Abaddon?” She tried.
The other flinched at the name, his hands swiftly traced a cross over his torso before clasping together in prayer. A quick prayer was muttered under his breath too fast and quiet for her to make out.
Esther would have assumed he was fucking with her, were it not for the fact that the last time someone said grace at the dinner table Abaddon vomited up blood. What the hell was happening? Had poking with his bonding mark messed with his control of the body? Just then Esther caught sight of the ring on her pointer finger. A clear quartz ring. The stone most commonly used to purify.
“Pray, pardon me Miss.” the voice that came from the boy before Esther was soft and high pitched with a slight remnant of an old British accent. “Who be you?” His eyes darted around again. “A-and where am I come?”
“Oh uh…” Esther tried to keep her eyes from bulging out of her skull. “Ok ok. First things first kid-“
“I thought you said I looked like a little person in a tacky Halloween costume?” Abaddon’s normal voice returned with a victorious and smug tone oozing out from every word.
“Oh you dick head!” She shouted and jabbed him in the scar again. Though this time she used the other finger, just to be safe. “Wait how the hell did you do that?”
“What acting?”
“No doofus, cross yourself and pray?”
“Oh I was speaking Hebrew but non of it was prayer, pretty sure it’s actually a collection of swear words.”