Cradles | Alastor Angst

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Hiya. This is pretty shit because i actually have no ideas for this fic anymore.

TW:

- OOC
- Implied Rape/Non Con
- HC/AU
- Others probably i forgot

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Nobody's POV

Alastor opened her eyes, immediately closing them at the sight of the suffocating darkness surrounding her. She hesitantly sat up, eyes still closed. Breathing deeply, she dared to crack one eye open, scrambling backwards at the sight of piercing green eyes staring back at her. She was back already?

'Hello fawn. I must say, congratulations on befriending the queen. That will make things much easier for us, don't you think?' She circled her as She spoke, making Alastor swivel her head to keep her eyes on Her.

'In that case, I believe I mentioned a reward earlier?'

Alastor's eyes widened and she looked down at the floor to hide her terrified gaze. She had started shaking the moment she opened her eyes, but she was full on quivering now. As she looked down, she realised her clothes had dissapeared. There was no point in covering herself, that she knew. It would just ger her restrained.

Her grin widened as her gaze traveled over her scarred body, drinking in the exposed ribs and ragged fur of her prisoner. Alastor stayed stone-still, letting Her cold, threating eyes sweep over her.

She slowly walked towards her, tipping her chin up with faux gentleness, forcing her to look into her emerald eyes. She grinned, a sly one that almost made her look like a snake.

'Let's have some fun.'
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🤌Le time skip (after that)🤌

Nobody's POV

 'Alastor? Alastor! Wake up!'

Alastor bolted upright, panting and trembling, tears running down her face. She wrapped her arms around herself tightly, scooting away from everyone, all the hands that reached out to touch her, to hurt her, to pin her down and-

'Breathe, Al, breathe.' She looked up with, wide, frantic, terrified eyes. Blonde hair, purple, LIlith. Lilith was safe. She wouldn't hurt her. She only came to help. Alastor reached for her desperately, craving the gentle touch, the hands that didn't stray, the nails that didn't dig into her skin. She moved forward, letting Alastor bury her face in her nightclothes. Lilith would protect her from the hands, the hands that moved all over her, pressing, prodding, grabbing in places they shouldn't.

Then a hand touched her shoulder and she jumped in surprise, lashing out, claws grabbing flesh, warm liquid sticking to them. She froze in horror. She would hurt her, punish Alastor severely for daring to rebel.

'I'm sorry, I'm sorry, just please don't- please-'

'No one is going to hurt you here. You're safe-' Lilith started, only to be cut off.

'No I'm not! She'll drag me back there, back to that horrible place-' Alastor stopped talking instantly, as all the faces pressed in on her. She shouldn't have said that. Should not have said that. That was the last thing She wanted from her. And now everyone knew. They knew how weak she was, how vulnerable, how fucking scared she was all the time.

She reached up to pull on her hair, tugging the red and black strands out of her skull as her breathing quickened and her vision became fuzzy and-

'Pin her down.' Alastor heard LIlith speak before a white, furry, many-limbed body climed on top of her and pinned her to the floor. Angel.