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“It sounds like you were planning to explain what’s going on?” Alastor said, shifting his gaze to Valentino.
Valentino scoffed- his two lower arms were slung at his waist. One of his upper hands was holding a perpetually-lit cigarette, the other he gestured with, “Oh, no- go right ahead if you want.
“Fine,” Alastor said, “Angel, dear, you’ll be coming with me.”
“Excuse me?” Angel said.
“Yeah, uh-” Valentino shrugged a little bit, “sorry for the short notice, babydoll.”
“What’s he mean, Val?” Angel asked, “wh-what lare you talking about?”
Valentino pulled a face, lifted his cigarette, took a drag of it. The sweet scent followed as he exhaled. Angel couldn’t feel any of the calming effects from this far away, though.
“What he said is true. I- your contract is in his hands, now.”
“What?” Angel balked.
“Don’t worry, we’ll pack up all your things,” Alastor said, snapping his fingers. Valentino
rolled his eyes, obvious even behind his pink glasses. Angel just blinked.
“I- what,” Angel repeated.
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Valentino just gestured a little again, “It’s- c’mon, Angel Cakes- we’ve- you and I have been on the outs a little lately, anyway, haven’t we? You’ve been bored with me.”
“I haven’t,” Angel defended, feeling air caught in his throat, and then panic, “n-no, we’ve- Val, we’ve been just fine. We’re- I love you.”
Valentino then, went to him, his jacket swishing to his side. Two hand came up, cradling Angel’s face. It didn’t help the choking feeling in his throat even though his hands were nowhere near Angel’s neck. “I know you believe that,” Valentino said, “and I care for you. It- it was probably unwise for me to ever mix business with pleasure in the first place,” Valentino tsked. “Don’t worry, you’ll be fine.”
“What,” Angel exhaled. Somehow, he was still breathing. The scent of the cigarette was almost noxious, too sweet, too close to him.
Then, the oven beeped, and he practically jumped out of his skin.
“I- what about my food? I just- cooked a whole dinner,” Angel said, voice flat. As if that s fucking important right now.
“We can take that, too,” Alastor said, with another little snap. “Now. If you’ll take my hand, as well?”
“No,” Angel started to say, but Alastor grabbed his wrist as Valentino stood back.
Angel’s huge, distressed eyes landed on Valentino’s- he saw Val’s lip twitch, his brow pinch. He didn’t look happy, despite his less than caring words a moment ago.
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“Fucks’ sakes,” a voice was grumbling. There was a bit of a clatter.
Angel looked over and saw a catlike Sinner standing there, with wings and a tail, reaching up to grab some plates from a cupboard, wearing suspenders and nice slacks. No shirt.
He was pretty fucking cute.
“I’ll bring the food in,” Alastor said, taking some potholders and lifting the main dish from where it was being kept warm on the stove.
Angel kept staring at the cat- he looked a little familiar. Eventually, he looked over, and Angel kept on staring at him.
“Do I recognize you?”
“You happen to frequent casinos sometime between 1980 and 1999?”
“Uh…” Angel tilted his head, “sure I went to a few?”
“One of ‘em mighta been mine,” the cat said.
Angel put a hand on his chin, thinking. “So… the gambling Overlord?”
“Former,” he said, still standing there, holding plates.
“Husk!” Alastor called, from the other room.
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Angel’s mind was fucking reeling. This had to be some sort of joke. He plucked his phone from his pocket.
There was a voicemail from Val, speaking lowly, saying, “I’m so sorry for the shock, amorcito. Don’t worry too much. Your contract will be back in my hands soon enough. Te amo, my darling.”
Angel rubbed his hand between his brow, listening to it back a couple more times. What- how would Valentino get his contract back?
Angel glanced towards the bedroom door.
He looked out the window and saw- trees, and a lake, in the dim light of the evening. He hadn’t seen that much greenery in more than a decade, maybe even 30 years. Pentagram City had barely any trees.
Standing in front of the wardrobe, next, Angel tried to make sense of everything. He went over every detail in his mind from the moment Valentino stepped into the apartment.
It was so fucking weird. Why would Valentino ever sell his contract? He held onto Angel’s leash tighter than he held onto his dick when he was edging himself for hours prior to fucking the daylights out of him. Angel was his top gal, his bottom fucking bitch. They’d done everything together.
Okayyyy #WIPWednesday~ a few snippets from an AU i may never finish, "Angel thinks he's on loan as a 24/7 housewife submissive for Alastor"
There's a bit of valangel but it won't last, main pairings to be huskerdust and radiodust since.. thats what i ship
A bit of #nsfwtext in the screencaps