Click either this text or the image above to be taken to chapter one
I am feeling uncomfortable when we are not about me?
An Angel Dust Centric Fanfiction | Rated Explicit | Final count: 195k
New chapter posted on Ao3 every Tuesday
Join Angel on the decline of his relationship with Val, the tentative build toward his relationship with Husk, and, somehow, a new connection with Vaggie alongside a healing friendship with Cherri.
…and maybe, just maybe, he’ll gain a reason to live for tomorrow.
***********
The fuck you mean, Vaggie's an exorcist?
The fuck you mean, Charlie's forgiven her?
So much for found family.
~
"Yeah, sure, the Ten Commandments," Angel says with a dismissive wave. "I got seven outta ten when I was alive, so if it was a pass/fail sorta deal I think I shoulda gotten in."
***********
Warnings, tags, and chapter links under the read-more cut.
click the link beside your desired chapter to be directed to that chapter
Chapter One: Hand over to Ruler | on Ao3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/64170346/chapters/164670862
Chapter Two: one’s cherished own Soul | on Ao3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/64170346/chapters/165147844
Chapter Three: Relinquish into Honor | on Ao3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/64170346/chapters/169916506
Chapter Four: sixth ring’s crystal | on Ao3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/64170346/chapters/170974087
Chapter Five: Hell’s unkind trials, | on Ao3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/64170346/chapters/171165691
Chapter Six: two Souls must withstand | on Ao3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/64170346/chapters/171949768
Chapter Seven: One’s free will to dwindle, | on Ao3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/64170346/chapters/172501312
Chapter Eight: one to expand | on Ao3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/64170346/chapters/173262916
Chapter Nine: Unravel Fate | on Ao3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/64170346/chapters/173697217
Chapter Ten: when Heir takes Covenant | on Ao3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/64170346/chapters/173774953
Chapter Eleven: Then weathered, hardened Souls | on Ao3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/64170346/chapters/173774998
Chapter Twelve: one must confront | on Ao3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/64170346/chapters/173775022
INTERLUDE: A Wound Acknowledged on Ao3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/62783527
Chapter Thirteen: Rest in the chill | on Ao3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/64170346/chapters/173775049
Chapter Fourteen: of Pride’s dark, stony depths | on Ao3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/64170346/chapters/173775079
Chapter Fifteen: Charges of Death, | on Ao3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/64170346/chapters/173775115
Do you love Hazbin Hotel’s 4th episode of season 1, Masquerade? I do.
How much?
Title: Masquerade Ever After
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/70047046
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Summary:
“You look like shit.”
Angel inhales deeply as he runs his hands over his scalp. With his metaphorical mask complete and his trademark playful smirk firmly in place, he scoffs. “Not possible. Just a long shoot; nothin’ new.”
A domestic Chaggie while Charlie Morningstar grapples with Alastor’s disappearance after the battle at the last Extermination; canon compliant
Works both as a standalone and as a moment after chapter twelve of I am feeling uncomfortable when we are not about me? , which contains the second half of the battle and its immediate aftermath.
*
Vaggie finally speaks up, soft, her clean breath gentle against Charlie’s cheek. “You’re not going to make any sense of it keeping it inside. You’ve always had to process things out loud, and I’m here to help. I’ll listen.”
Charlie squeezes her eyes shut, her next inhale shuddering its way into her lungs even as her throat threatens to close up with the strength of her emotion. “Alastor,” she starts, and then stops, the feelings in her head spinning even faster, even more difficult than before to translate into words.
Vaggie’s surprise doesn’t help. “Are you worried about him? Husk told us he’s alive.”
“No, it’s. I mean yes! Well, sort of?” Charlie groans, sitting up and rubbing her eyes. “If he’s alive, then where is he?”
Vaggie pushes herself upright, too, and scoots into Charlie’s side. Her hands cool Charlie’s skin, one gently cupping under her jaw, the other going to the nape of Charlie’s neck, both strategic placements to where Charlie’s body tends to carry heat and tension.
Charlie breathes easier for it, her body slumping toward Vaggie, letting her girlfriend hold her upright. It’s easier to let Vaggie support her now that Charlie truly knows the strength she’s capable of.
“You think he might be hurt?” Vaggie asks.
Charlie hates the thought. But, “I can’t stop thinking about it, and no matter how hard I try I can’t think of another reason he would leave in the middle of the fight!” she cries. “If he hasn’t come back - he’s not dead right now, but what if he’s dying? What if he’s dying and none of us are looking for him?” Her voice breaks. “I can’t - I won’t lose anyone else, not if I can prevent it.” Her restless energy reaching a fever pitch, Charlie gets up out of bed, quickly hunting down clothes to change into. “I’m going to go find him.”
Vaggie moves to sit at the edge of the bed, watching Charlie with some level of worry. “Charlie - your guilt is clouding your head,” she says, clearly putting a lot of effort into sounding gentle.
Every other time, Charlie is grateful for the effort Vaggie puts into their communication. But right now? It pisses her off; she feels like a child being placated. She spins to face Vaggie. “Don’t,” Charlie says, tense, struggling to keep her anger in check. “Please. Okay?”
AHHHH someone commented on I am feeling uncomfortable when we are not about me? i’m VIBRATING they pointed out the potential for a pawn to get assigned a new role when they reach the other end of the board, as it applies in the chess metaphor Alastor brings up —
***
“How familiar are you with chess?”
Angel blows out a hard breath. “Can we skip the metaphor and get to the fucking point?”
“No.” Alastor grins wider at him. “As it is in chess, it’s key for the winner to take his time.”
“I’m not your fucking pawn,” Angel snaps, turning away from Al to go back to the group.
“Of course not, you’re the Vees’ pawn,” Alastor drawls.
Angel clenches his fists, makes himself unclench them, only for them to make fists again. He spins to face Alastor, jaw set. “I’m not the Vees’ anything, first of all. I belong to Valentino.”
Both of Alastor’s brows disappear behind his fringe. “No? Not their mascot, their product?”
“I’m not a thing!” Angel stalks up to Alastor, bending so that their faces are level when Angel jabs a finger to Alastor’s monocle. “And if I were I’d be a piece of goddamn art. Ya wanna know what I am, I’m Valentino’s star. I’m not a pawn. If I’m anything, I’m a queen on this fucking board.”
Somehow Alastor manages to look bored even with that damn smile on his face, and Angel straightens up. He never had a chance at intimidating Alastor, but you miss all the shots you don’t take. “You’re not familiar with chess, then.”
“Make your damn point.”
***
—when Angel says he’s not a pawn but a queen and yes. YES. YES YOU’RE ONTO ME
My reply to them:
“I’ve never been big into chess either lol so this is more as how it applies to this fic and its sequel as a metaphor for Alastor’s plan (and Angel’s character arc)
what you’re talking about is something called pawn promotion - when a pawn reaches the other side of the board the player can convert them to a queen, bishop, knight, or rook!
my understanding is that rooks patrol the chess board and can capture enemy pieces, a bishop defends weak points (often pawns) and can also capture enemy pieces, a queen has the most mobility but if she is lost the game can still continue so she’s is often used for early attacks, and a knight is usually a slow but tactical piece to be its most effective (and is also vulnerable to pawns).
And the role of the pawn is to shape the battleground around them to allow these other pieces to function to their highest ability. Unlike any of the other pieces, pawns can only move forward - when they move.
The end of this fic will be Angel reaching the enemy’s end of the board, changing the landscape of both where he left and where he’s headed, and the sequel will explore what he does with his ‘promoted’ (changed and new) role.”
I am feeling uncomfortable when we are not about me? FINAL CHAPTER
An Angel Dust Fanfiction | COMPLETED
Chapter 16: she readily accepts.
Start with Chapter 1 here.
[Chapter 1 of the sequel already released same day: read here]
In the last month before the Extermination, Angel takes on new risks to protect what he’s gained over the previous five. Building a relationship with Husk, an unexpected decline in his relationship with Val, his friendship with Cherri Bomb transforming, and somehow a deepening connection with Vaggie - all hold so much of his focus that with Heaven's threat looming above them all, Alastor's obsession with freeing Angel from Valentino barely distracts him.
Since Alastor does his best work behind the scenes, it might be too late by the time Angel wises up.
********
[Alastor plays this song during one of the scenes of the chapter.]
I am feeling uncomfortable when we are not about me?
An Angel Dust Fanfiction | Updates Tuesdays
Chapter 10: when Heir makes Covenant
Start with Chapter 1 here.
[Chapter 11 releases July 29th, 2025]
Join Angel on the decline of his relationship with Val, the tentative build toward his relationship with Husk, and, somehow, a new connection with Vaggie alongside a healing friendship with Cherri.
…and maybe, just maybe, he’ll gain a reason to live for tomorrow.
********
When they reach Husk’s door, Angel watches him hesitate again. With how weird the night has gone, Angel had accepted the possibility that Husk will change his mind and send him away. Hell, Angel expects Husk to do exactly that when they stop in front of Husk’s door and Husk doesn’t move to open it.
Husk looks up at Angel, searching his face.
If only Angel knew what Husk is looking for so he can give it to him. “Are you looking for me to talk you outta this?”
That makes Husk chuckle. “Guess not.”
Then Husk’s door is opening and Angel’s being tugged inside by the hand.
Angel has imagined kissing Husk more than he’ll ever fucking admit out loud. Depending on the fantasy it’s either a soft, modest request; or far more often, a greedy, demanding provocation. Regardless of which it is, Husk always kisses him back.
None of them have been like this, the beautiful reality where Husk kisses Angel first.
i am feeling uncomfortable when we are not about me?
An Angel Dust Fanfiction | Updates Tuesdays
Chapter 9: Unravel Fate
Start with Chapter 1 here.
[Chapter 10 releases July 22nd, 2025]
Join Angel on the decline of his relationship with Val, the tentative build toward his relationship with Husk, and, somehow, a new connection with Vaggie alongside a healing friendship with Cherri.
…and maybe, just maybe, he’ll gain a reason to live for tomorrow.
********
“Whatever. That poor first impression, it’s mutual.” Husk smirks, gesturing to Angel when he says to Cherri, “When I first met you, I thought you were a fuckin’ awful influence on him.”
Cherri grins up at Angel again. “That first impression’s spot on, too.”
Angel rolls his eyes, ignoring the weird flips his heart is doing.
“Now I know the truth - he’s an equally terrible influence on both of us,” Husk says.
“The worst,” Cherri says, lifting her drink to toast Angel. “And a liar, too.”
Angel squawks in protest. “Not any more than you two fucks!”
Cherri shrugs, focusing on Husk. “Eh. Either he’s a liar or he was gassing you up, ya old fuck. Angie’s twice your size, no way you can lead him in a dance.”
Her goading works. Husk shoves his bottle into her chest, making her ‘oof’ as she grabs it, before offering his now free hand for Angel to take. “Wanna show her what we’re about, loser?”
Breath catching as anticipation burns through his lungs, Angel lifts his arm from Cherri’s shoulders and places that hand in Husk’s. His left in Husk’s left. “There’s no music.”
Husk’s eyes twinkle and he walks backwards slowly to lead Angel a few steps away from Cherri, and brings Angel’s hand to his lips for a kiss. “It’s us. We don’t need it.”
The kiss shoots tingles all the way up Angel’s arm despite the glove preventing direct skin contact. “Then yes. Let’s,” he agrees.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Heaven's Vault (Video Game)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Additional Tags: Drabble, a pig drabble that is for pigs, Yuletide Madness Drabble Invitational
Summary: They have a Duty
Extra Yuletide treat for @laughingpinecone! Couldn’t resist those pigs
They bide their time. As the wisest know: all things come in time.
The Knowledge Seeker comes as they knew she would, It’s not yet time. Soon. Soon.
When she comes again their Messenger is in tow. They know him. Communing is far easier with one so receptive unlike the farmers, dull to their wisdom.
Three messages they have for her, each passed on in turn. How much she understands and what she does with their gift is up to her now. Their part in this turning spiral is done.
The swine Know. Their Duty is complete. The rice calls.
