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HolyGates Week Day 1: Musical AU
Holygates week year 2?
✨ HOLYGATES WEEK 2: GATEKEEPING ✨
📅 March 1st – 7th
Get ready, HolyGates fans! Abel × St. Peter is back for the second time ever! and it’s time to push the gates open!
🎭 Day 1 – Musical AU
Sing it loud! Drop Abel & Peter into any musical universe you can imagine—chaos, drama, or romantic duets encouraged.
💼 Day 2 – Job Swap
Abel and St. Peter swaps jobs/roles (with anyone)
🩹 Day 3 – Hurt/Comfort
Bandages, whispered reassurances, and stolen moments of care. Heal the body, heal the heart.
🌍 Day 4 – Day on Earth
Basically Modern AUs are welcomed here! (Coffeshop/College/Rockstar/etc.)
🔥 Day 5 – Hell AU
Abel and St. Peter but they’re in Hell (demon/evil versions)
💋 Day 6 – Forbidden Touch (smutty)
Hands that shouldn’t, but do. Secrets, yearning, and indulgence. NSFW content anticipated 😉
🆓 Day 7 – Free Day
Anything goes! AU, fluff, angst, whump, or smut—your creative rules, your gates.
📌 How to participate:
Post your creations with the tag #HolyGatesWeek2 so everyone can find them!
Reblogs, fanart, fic, headcanons, playlists—all welcome.
Respect boundaries, consent, and the NSFW label (especially for Day 6!)
HolyGates Week
Day 7: Free Day!
Sympathy Pain
TW: Mpreg, childbirth, labor
Written by @bunny-is-cute
HolyGates Week
Day 6: NSFW "Forbidden Love" 🔥
Art by @lucifer-imaginaryfriend
Context: This was part of my Reject Rehab AU where Abel and Peter run the “Reject Rehab” together ((that AU’s version of the Hazbin Hotel))
NSFW Content Under Spoiler ⬇️
HolyGates Week
Day 5: Concert 🎶
Written By @bunny-is-cute
Heaven’s grand halls had hosted many celebrations, but this? This had to be the most ambitious one yet.
Abel stood at the center of the massive stage, arms crossed as he scanned the open-air venue. The golden arches stretched high above, bathed in a warm, divine glow. Choirs were already rehearsing in the distance, angelic voices harmonizing in perfect melody. It was beautiful. Perfect, even.
And yet…
"We need more energy," Abel said, turning to St. Peter, who was busy reviewing the schedule.
Peter arched a brow. "More energy?"
"Yeah! This is the 1,000th Easter we’re talking about! The day Uncle Jay pulled the ultimate comeback! A thousand years of his miracle! We need something that celebrates that!" Abel gestured wildly. "Something with heart! Something with soul!"
Peter hummed, flipping through his notes. "Well, we do have the choir led by me, several orchestras, and a few solo performances scheduled—"
Abel groaned. "Too traditional. We need a show."
Peter sighed. "And what exactly are you suggesting?"
Abel grinned. "A concert to remember! Lights, music, something that makes everyone feel alive once more!"
Peter gave him a look. "Abel, honey, We’re in Heaven. Everyone is already very much alive."
"You know what I mean," Abel huffed. "Just imagine it—choirs backing up a full band, maybe some soul singers, a little bit of rock—oh! And Uncle Jay’s favorite hymns, but with a twist!"
Peter pinched the bridge of his nose. "Are you seriously suggesting we turn the Easter celebration into a festival?"
"Yes. How can I not?!”
A long silence stretched between them. Peter looked at Abel, who was practically vibrating with excitement, and then at the carefully planned schedule in his hands.
Finally, Peter exhaled, shaking his head. "Fine. But if the seraphim complain, you’re explaining it to them."
Abel beamed. "Deal!"
And just like that, Easter was about to get a lot louder.
HolyGates Week
Day 4: Alternate Universes 🌎
Written by @bunny-is-cute
The scent of brimstone clung to the air, thick and suffocating, but Abel barely noticed it as he made his way through the dimly lit streets of Hell’s capital. His steps were slow, deliberate—there was rarely a reason to rush when you ruled over the damned.
It was another day after the extermination and Hell as even more on fire than usual. As Prince of Hell, he felt it all — the sinners screaming and in pain. If the damn exorcists did their job, there wouldn’t be any sins left to slaughter. So they’ll sometimes leave sinners to just suffer.
Abel hated it. And so he was often outside, looking for anyone who needed help.
And then he saw him.
A crumpled figure in the alleyway, illuminated only by the sickly yellow glow of a nearby streetlamp.
The figure was small, laid against the dumpster with charred flesh. Sometimes when a new soul entered Hell, they burned. And this looked like a new soul who just happened to come here at the worse time.
Abel hurried over and crouched beside him, red eyes scanning the man’s wounds. Deep burns marred blue and yellow feathers, his breathing shallow. He was barely conscious, yet when Abel reached out, his hand weakly grasped Abel’s wrist.
"...Don’t..." Peter’s voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper.
Abel arched a brow. "It’s okay. I’m here to help.”
Peter flinched, eyes fluttering open just enough for Abel to see the pain in them. He looked so lost. So human.
“So you’re new down here right?”
Peter turned away, jaw tightening. He didn’t answer, but he didn’t need to.
Peter opened his eyes, his blue orbs dimmed but sheer pain and downright self pity.
Abel sighed, slipping an arm beneath Peter’s shoulders, pulling him up with surprising care. "Come on, then. I’ll patch you up,” he said.
Peter’s breath hitched, his arms clinging to Abel’s rounder form. "Why...?"
Abel smirked, but there was no cruelty in it. "Because you didn’t deserve this. I know it. I can tell. You’re a good person."
Peter didn’t resist as Abel lifted him, cradling him as if he were something precious. And maybe, in this wretched place, he was.
“By the way! I’m Abel! Abel Morningstar! And you?”
“Peter…just Peter.”
“It’s nice to meet you Peter.”
HolyGates Week
Day 3: Happy Day in Hell 😈
Bunny: Instead of writing a snippet I wanted to share these pieces! Prince of Hell Abel and Fallen Saint Peter
Art by @lucifer-imaginaryfriend
Art by @YoiteArt on Twitter
HolyGates Week
Abel x St. Peter
Day 2: Accidental (or not) Date 💕
Written by @bunny-is-cute
Heaven was perfect in every way—its streets paved with gold, its skies forever bathed in soft, celestial light. But if there was one thing Abel had truly come to appreciate, it was the food.
"You're going to love this place," Abel said, leading St. Peter down a quiet path lined with blooming trees. "I mean, every restaurant here is technically the best, but this one? This one has character."
Peter chuckled, following his guide with ease. "And what makes this one stand out?"
Abel grinned. "The bread."
"The bread?"
"Trust me."
The restaurant’s exterior was humble—white stone, a few vines curling around its entrance—but the moment they stepped inside, the scent of warm, freshly baked loaves wrapped around them like a welcoming embrace.
Peter inhaled deeply. "Ah. I see what you mean."
Abel beamed. "Told you."
They were seated quickly, a basket of bread appearing before them almost instantly. Peter picked up a piece, breaking it apart with practiced hands. Abel watched as a flicker of nostalgia crossed his face, as if he were remembering something distant yet deeply familiar.
For a moment, they sat in companionable silence, enjoying the simple perfection of warm bread and good company.
"You know," Peter said, amusement creeping into his voice, "if I didn’t know any better, I’d say this was a date."
Abel nearly choked on his piece of bread. "W-what? No! I mean—" He fumbled for words as Peter laughed.
"I’m only teasing," Peter assured him, eyes twinkling.
Abel crossed his arms, pretending to glare. "You shouldn’t joke about things like that."
"And why not?" Peter asked, breaking off another piece of bread and handing it to Abel. "It wouldn’t be the worst way to spend eternity, would it?"
Abel hesitated, then took the offered bread. He wouldn’t say it out loud, but… maybe Peter had a point.