#Belos gots an eye on the party

[stories-and-chaos]

Shrike pt 2

[Hazbin Hotel reader insert as Alastor’s “darling life and death partner” I did my best for an ace x ace relationship, based on personal experience. Both parties are moderately sex favorable since writing from my own experience is easiest, so I’m not sure if this counts as QPR. Written mostly in spite over all the Alastor smut. And overly innocent reader inserts. I don’t mind some smut but c’mon people.]

[Part 2/2 Word count 6520/12026]

[cw: blood, gore, violence, attempted sexual assault, fluff]

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You woke up. Had it been just a nightmare? You reached for Alastor next to you but your hand hit stone. Not even the sheets on your bed; stone. You bolted upright, eyes snapping open. You saw a vibrant red sky and a myriad of unfamiliar buildings. All the architecture had spikes or teeth or eyes incorporated. A sign nearby proclaimed Welcome to Hell! It’s terrible here!

Not a nightmare. You were dead, shot moments after Alastor. At least you took out the bastard that killed him. You hadn’t been a religious person but tracked you would end up here. If there was any mercy in the afterlife, you would find your husband nearby.

Of course he wouldn’t be. You were in Hell and it’s terrible here. You did see a number of…creatures around. Mostly humanoid but with additional features. Fur, feathers, tails, extra eyes, tentacles, scales, gears, wires, horns, flames. All that and more. Were these devils?

As you stood up you caught a glimpse of your own arm. Your taloned hands were red, before abruptly changing to a pale white on your upper arms. From what you could see of your shoulders they were covered in black feathers. Your legs were similar, red at the heeled feet that changed to white above the knee. You couldn’t tell what your torso looked like; you were wearing a silver dress with vermilion threads woven along the length. It looked like your favorite show outfit, just in a different color.

You steadied yourself, already missing Alastor’s presence. You felt a rustling sensation on your back; did you have something stuck there? Reaching back you found feathers. As you tried to brush them away, the odd sensation of something touching your hair made you jump.

Were those… your feathers? You walked along the street and got a look at yourself in a shop window. Sprouting from your back were wings, mostly black feathers with a white patch. Your face now had an avian look but was still recognizable as yours. It was mostly bright white with with a black mask over your eyes. Your hair was now a gleaming grey, with a red hat pinned on. To complete the look, you had a feathered tail sprouting above your buttocks.

You recognized the bird you resembled. The loggerhead shrike, the butcher-bird.

“Well lookie here, we got us a brand new little birdie.” A shark-like man slinked up to you. “A cute one too. Why don’t you come with us like a good birdie, we’ll treat you real nice.” He grinned, showing serrated teeth. Other creatures joined him with equally sadistic expressions.

Of course you had scum like this to deal with. You were in Hell and it’s terrible here. “Out of my way, lowlife. I don’t have time to deal with you.” You pushed him away with the back of your hand to walk past.

“It wasn’t a question bitch. You’re coming with us.” A clammy hand grabbed your wrist. Before you could even really think about it, you were swinging your other arm at him. You were suddenly holding a stiletto blade which you jabbed into his forearm. Black blood spurted out when you removed your blade.

You spun away as the shark shrieked. Now you had a stiletto in each hand. Your feathers were bristling, your wings spreading behind you. “Back OFF!” Your high pitched voice, louder than it ever was when you were alive, made all of them flinch. On instinct you hopped a bit and a flap of your wings slammed the hapless creatures into buildings from the downdraft.

It propelled you to the rooftops. Not ready to take full flight yet, you landed. The demons below were writhing in agony. You took another look at your hands, this time with almost delicate looking blades in your palms. “Ah, mais oui, a gal can get used to this.”

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It took you five years to find Alastor. As it happened Hell, even just the Pride Ring where Sinners like yourself could be, was a very big place. But if you were here, able to survive, your husband had to be as well. You made a living (ha!) the same as before, singing for your supper. You had no interest in being an Overlord, but you did get a reputation for swift retribution to those that crossed you. Demons who tried to violate your boundaries quickly found out your stilettos were unending, razor sharp, and accurate. Whether they were alive to tell the tale depending on if they were smart enough to back away.

You got the nickname of “Singing Shrike” in Pentagram City. It suited you fine. Especially since you hoped Alastor would recognize it.

You survived the annual exterminations and steadily worked your way through the city. There were so many different districts and the population was ever changing. At least one area you didn’t have to explore was the Red Light District. You doubted death would change Alastor’s indifference to those activities.

When the radios started broadcasting tormented screams, you were surprised as any other demon. Not disturbed though, it was Hell and you’d heard similar ones in life. But the fact they went out over the radio made you wonder…

The broadcasts continued on as Overlords disappeared throughout the city. Then one day: “Salutations Sinners and welcome to the broadcast! I’m Alastor the Radio Demon, I’m so glad you’re all tuning in. I’d like to thank you all for listening to the previews of this broadcast’s main segment, ‘Overlords Overthrown.’ Without further ado, I’d like to present our newest participant!”

You almost couldn’t believe your ears. But there was no mistaking that voice or that demeanor. Of course your Alastor would be the “Radio Demon.” Now that you knew he was active in Hell, you just had to find him.

He would be at a broadcast tower right now. With a few strong flaps you launched into the red sky. There were multiple possibilities but if you had to guess, it would be the tallest one. It was near Cannibal Town, an area you hadn’t been to before. It was on the other side of the city and even with wings you took awhile to get there.

As you got close, you saw a tall lean demon exiting the station. He was a vibrant red from the tips of his ears to the hems of his well tailored suit. From above, you couldn’t see his face but his gait was all too familiar. It had to be him.

And to clinch it, another demon emerged from a nearby café. As blonde and as curvy as she had been in real life, Mimzy. You didn’t realize she was in Hell too. “Alastor, a fabulous show as usual, you never disappoint, doll face.”

He gave his theatrical laugh. “Ha ha! As you know, anything worth doing is worth doing well!” His voice sounded like it was still coming over a radio.

You landed a few yards in front of them, finally getting a good look at the male demon’s face. The features were sharper and his grin was filled with pointed teeth but that was your husband. His hairstyle was vastly different from life and he had tiny antlers peeking out from the red mop.

“Y/N? Cher?” The radio crackle on his voice disappeared for a moment.

“Alastor,” you breathed, but unable to get out more than that. In an instant he was sweeping you into his arms in a bridal carry, spinning joyfully.

“Ma cher, I never thought I’d see you again. The worst part of Hell has been knowing I left you alone.”

You couldn’t help but tear up. “Alastor, I’m so sorry about that night. If I hadn’t distracted you… maybe we’d still be alive.”

“Maybe, maybe not. I never blamed you Y/N. But this isn’t the proper place for a reunion between husband and wife.” To your surprise, green edged black energy enveloped you both. You could still feel Alastor’s arms around you but the rest of your senses disappeared. “Just a moment my dear, we’ll be home soon,” his voice echoed around you.

The darkness fell away, revealing a room inspired by your home in life. One jarring difference was a missing wall that instead led into a bayou. He kept you in his arms as he settled onto a couch. The familiar surroundings and relief at finding him proved to be too much. Face buried in his red jacket, you collapsed into tears.

Alastor held you as he had many times before. He knew the best thing was for you to let it all out and to be ready with a handkerchief when you needed it. Which he was, holding his out when you finally raised your head. You dabbed at your eyes carefully. He chuckled, “Well my dear, at least you don’t have to worry about ruining your makeup with your new look.”

You laughed despite yourself. “That is a relief. One less thing to worry about.” You leaned back into his embrace, unconsciously wrapping your wings around you both. His head whipped back and forth, taking in this new development.

“Sorry ma cher, should I put them down?”

“Hmm, I believe they’re fine. It was simply unexpected. It’s…actually pleasant for you to be wrapped around me for once.”

“It can’t be any more unexpected than being whisked away in shadows. Any other gal would have jumped out of her skin cher. Or feathers for that matter.”

That was enough to get the two of you talking about the last five years. You learned about how he started taking out Overlords for the pure challenge and entertainment of it. The result was he was becoming an Overlord, specifically of the area next to Cannibal Town. He demonstrated some of what his shadows could do for you.

For your part you told him the rest of what happened that final night. When he learned you killed the man who shot him within moments, his gleeful smile nearly split his face in two. “That’s my darling wife,” he praised you. Your exploration of the city and the reputation you had garnered seemed to pale in comparison to what Alastor had been up to. Nonetheless he listened in fascination. Evidently the perspective of the city you brought him was something he could use in his upcoming plans. You showed him what you had learned of the wind you controlled and the stilettos you produced from nothingness.

Soon the two of you were preparing dinner together. Jambalaya, it really was a favorite of his. He assured you the meat hadn’t come from Cannibal Town; while he indulged he wasn’t about to make you eat it as well.

You didn’t have any nightclothes with you, but this was your husband. He’d seen you in all states of dress and cleanliness. So you undressed, keeping just the dress slip on. Alastor stripped off his suit down to his drawers. The bed was a replica of what you had shared in life and you settled into it with him as naturally as before. The main differences were his claws brushing your feathers and your wing covering you both.

Sighing deeply, Alastor pressed his lips against against your hair. “Thank you for finding me, cher.” You couldn’t help but smile at how his words matched your wedding night. Relaxing into sleep, you murmured “I’ll always find you cher.”

Mimzy was the only demon you encountered that had known you both in life. Those familiar with Alastor or yourself in Hell were flabbergasted seeing you stroll together. Since you once again moved into his home most of the gawkers had experience with your husband.

Seeing a strange demon on his arm turned heads; first that the untouchable Radio Demon had a girl, second that she was happy holding her own with the Radio Demon. When you ventured to your old haunts the reaction were similar. The Singing Shrike was allowing anyone to touch her without ending up impaled and that the Shrike had a beau.

One of few that wasn’t terribly surprised was Rosie, the cheerful Overlord of Cannibal Town. Alastor brought you around to her Emporium, introducing you as his “darling life and death partner, Y/N.” Her blank black eyes widened in realization as her toothy smile grew.

You got along fabulously with Rosie, much better than your acquaintances when you were alive. Maybe because you felt freer in Hell, maybe because she never once questioned your relationship with Alastor. According to the residents in her district she was very perceptive about matters of the heart. Whatever the reason, you enjoyed relaxing and performing in Cannibal Town. It turned out you were fond of pinkie fingers; many times you’d be listening to Alastor’s broadcast while enjoying a cup of tea and your gruesome snack.

Power plays in the city came and went. You avoided the annual exterminations together. Not that they mattered much, there was always more Sinners dying. Some tried and succeeded in gaining a foothold and eventually a base of power in the city. Others…well they tried.

You still weren’t interested in being an Overlord yourself. Alastor wasn’t really either truth be told. It just sort of happened, with the deal making and killing various powerful demons. You both built alliances and rivalries over time, with the two states changing within moments on occasion.

One demon in particular became a pain in both your sides. Vox arrived in Hell a few decades after you and Alastor. The television headed demon was originally cordial with Alastor and charming to you. Alastor, despite not caring for technology developed after his death, recognized Vox’s ability and had a measure of respect for him. You found him amusing, so long as he understood your relationship with Alastor was non negotiable. As time passed, Alastor and Vox’s opinions of each other shifted. What started as friendly banter turned into hostile bickering and then outright violence. The first time they tussled, they both backed down when they realized how even the match was.

You of course helped your husband retreat. A newly dead creature, Valentino, assisted Vox. You hated him on sight; both of you were defending your counterparts when he started flirting with you, so blatantly that even you realized it. The scum blew a cloud of red smoke in your direction. A flicker of couple feathers summoned a harsh gust, destroying the smoke and tearing the hat and tinted glasses off his bug head. You followed up with a stiletto flying through the air, aimed to graze his coat directly over his groin. It tore a chunk of the fur lining off as it whizzed past, impaling the ground next to Vox’s head.

After that, hostilities between the four of you only increased. Valentino never approached you alone; maybe he found out what shrikes did to the bugs they killed. Vox, on the other hand, started making passes at you whenever he could. He knew very well how long lasting your relationship with Alastor was. He also knew how disinterested you were in anything approaching sex. It seemed he was trying to seduce you purely to make Alastor retaliate.

Your husband, although he seethed in private, never did. He didn’t have to after all. The day you had enough, you grabbed Vox’s tie with a smile. Thrilled that he finally wore you down, Vox didn’t notice you setting your feet. He towered over you and like so many others didn’t realize how strong you were. So when you spun and flipped him into the ground, he was surprised enough that his screen went blank. By the time his face returned, a dozen of your blades materialized to pin his clothes to the ground. You used the hilt of another to crack his screen.

“If you ever try that again, I’ll fill you with so many holes that every demon in the city will be able to use you as a power outlet.” You pressed a toe against his neck. “Do I make myself clear?” He couldn’t actually move his head but Vox made his face bob up and down on the screen. “Lovely.”

There was an uneasy stalemate for years. It wasn’t until after the turn of the century that Alastor and Vox clashed again. Maybe it was the influence of that aggressive new girl Velvette that prompted it, but Vox started going after your husband again. A fight as big as their first major match erupted one day. Predictably, the two were equally wounded. Unpredictably, you couldn’t locate Alastor after he retreated into his shadows.

You knew he wasn’t double dead. The two of you had created charms for each other that would let you know if the other died. With how uncertain the afterlife could be, it was one source of comfort. So the music note finial on your hat pin imbued with a bit of his shadows gave you that good news at least.

But you couldn’t find him. What could possibly have happened? Days stretched into months and years with no clue. The Vees (the trio called themselves now) were happy to flaunt Alastor’s absence, both to Hell and you in particular. You found yourself checking on that bit of shadow often, just as reassurance.

Seven years later, you had stepped up as Overlord in Alastor’s loose territory. The broadcast station became a recording studio under you, Songbird Studios. That was when you caught a glimpse of one of Vox’s shows. You were heading back after finishing a deal with a promising new voice when you heard “So the Radio Demon is back in town, why’s he hanging around, what does that mean for your family?” You glared at the screen. He was at Charlie Morningstar’s new venture, the Hazbin Hotel.

Furiously, leapt to the sky. Demons were knocked to the ground in your wake but you had more important things on your mind. The hotel itself was just outside the city proper. As you approached it, all the lights in Pentagram City blinked out. The hotel was unaffected and you could see a small broadcast tower with an ON AIR sign attached to the building. You could have burst into his studio. But the downside of being an Overlord is you had people to look after now. At least I know where you are cher, you thought, changing course for home.

It took a few weeks to get everything set up. You didn’t want everything to fall apart in what could be an extended absence. So you ensured both the studio and your territory would be fine with minimal input for at least a couple months.

Then you couldn’t wait any longer. But even as a demon you were a lady. Decorum then. So you entered through the front door. The slightly dilapidated building was contrasted by the sunny voice saying “Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel!”

From the opposite direction you heard a familiar world weary voice. “Y/N! The fuck are you doing here?” Husk yelled upon seeing you. “Oh, do you know each other?” The chipper young woman introduced herself as Charlie Morningstar, the hotel owner.

“Wonderful to meet you Charlie. My name is Y/N and yes, Husk and I have known each other for a long time.”

“Oh, it’s so nice to meet one of your friends, Husk!”

“Ah, actually Charlie-“ he started to say but you hopped up on a barstool and gave the former Overlord a broad smile. “Husk dear, I feel parched. I don’t suppose you have some good whiskey here?” The poor man took the hint and shut his mouth. He poured you a drink while Charlie bounced away, saying she’d let you two catch up.

“Soooo, listened to any good radio shows lately?” Husk’s ears twitched in agitation at your question.

“Just the one,” he replied while wiping down glasses. “Look, Y/N, you’re not gonna…” he trailed off, not even sure how to continue. Despite having made a deal with Alastor and interacting with you both regularly, he’d never seen you two fight.

“Alors pas! I’m not here to make any trouble bon ami. But after seven years I deserve a little fun, yes?” Any response he would have made was cut off by Alastor himself coming downstairs. He froze at the bottom as he saw who was at the bar.

One of the demons in the parlor popped up. “Something wrong smiles? You look like you’ve seen a ghost. Or some tits,” the white spidery demon said suggestively. You finished your drink before hopping down.

“Alastor, ma cher! I’ve been so worried!” Another demon, a black snake also perked up and the two men looked back and forth between you two.

“Actually, she’s Alastor’s wife,” Husk informed everyone present as you trotted up to him. Predictably, the unfamiliar demons in earshot all yelled, “His WIFE?”

The last few feet you used your breezes to give you a foothold off the ground. Alastor had been taller than you in life and his elongated demonic form towered over you. With practice you’d figured this technique out. It was useful not only in a fight but to put yourself at eye level with others.

His smile never faded but you could tell he was nervous. “Y/N, cher…I…” he fell silent as you hooked a talon under his chin. “Seven years you’ve been gone darling. And nothing when you got back? Ma cher, you are in trouble.”

His ears flicked nervously as you propelled yourself slightly higher than him. You kept your talon in place. “Shall we discuss this elsewhere Alastor?” His hand shook slightly as he took yours. “Of course my dear, let's go somewhere with less of an audience.”

You hand in his arm, he led you to his suite. In the foyer you could hear “awww, they’re so cute! how the fuck is tall dark and spooky married? well…likely one proposssed and the other sssaid yesss-, not what I meant buddy, hey don’t look at me I ain’t their chaperone.”

Once in his room (which had the same house/bayou motif as your home) you hugged him tightly around the waist. His arms were frozen in surprise above you; it wasn’t in your nature to be this forward and spontaneous with physical touch. “Cher, I-“

“Shut up Alastor.” You dug your talons in just enough to give a bite to your words. “I’m angry with you and I missed you and I’ve been so worried and the only reason I knew you were here was because of that pissing contest you got into the other day. So shut up until I’m ready cher.” One of his hands lowered to your shoulder and patted a silent yes.

It was a few moments before you spoke again. “Take me to the couch and start explaining darling.” You could feel the amusement and relief from his posture as he scooped you up.

“Where should I start cher?”

“That fight seven years ago. You and Vox got into a fight, you went into your shadow, then nothing. I knew you were alive but I couldn’t find you. I said I’d always find you.”

“You did find me my dear. As to what occurred…” he explained how a third party had interfered with the fight, injuring both him and Vox. How that third party had followed his weakened shadow, cornering him. How he’d been forced into a deal with that third party. Who that party was and what little of the deal he could tell you.

“Well shit. And your being here has something to do with the deal?” He nodded. “Why didn’t you come home though?! Even after the deal was struck, at least I could have been there for you!”

“Y/N, I’d just been trapped like I’d done to so many others. They played me and I danced right along. How could I bear to face you then?”

“Mais la, cher! I wouldn’t have cared.” You sighed and leaned back to look at him. “C’est la mort. We’re together again now and I’m not letting you go it alone again.” He blinked in surprise, clearly not expecting that. “I haven’t just been pining all this time you know. Someone had to take over your territory and I wasn’t about to let one of those bratty Vees have it.”

He brought your hand to his cheek and nuzzled it affectionately. “My dear shrike, you never disappoint.”

“I’m sure the young Miss Morningstar would welcome some more protection for the hotel. And it seems the place is lacking in entertainment.”

“Right you are on both counts my dear!” He sounded back to his old chipper self. “Shall we introduce you to this delightful collection of misfits and reassure them you haven’t flayed me alive?”

“One more thing.” He cocked an eyebrow in question. “May I kiss you first?” His smile softened as he nodded. You kissed him deeper than usual, stroking his hair as you did so. Alastor’s long arms wrapped around your back as he accepted the kiss. “Much better,” you said as you pulled back.

“I’d rather not go seven years between kisses my dear, but that was a nice reintroduction.” With that he escorted you back downstairs. You hadn’t been gone long and even if you had, Alastor’s unknown wife showing up to berate him was too good to miss.

Once again he introduced you as “darling life and death partner, Y/N.” Charlie, ever the bubbly hostess immediately shook your hand before introducing the residents. To no surprise Alastor had brought Niffty here to do the housekeeping. “Y/N!” She shrieked in a pure moment of Niffty mania and dashing around you. “I’ve missed you too ma petite!”

“So uhhhhh, how long you two been together?” The lanky spider called Angel Dust asked as Alastor helped you to a seat.

“Hmmm… how long has it been cher?” Alastor mused aloud.

“We did stop counting after the first fifty years or so but I believe it’s been nearly a century since the wedding.” Jaws dropped at your statement. Alastor kissed your knuckles gently. “And my dear husband is just as charming and gallant as ever.”

“Wow, that’s incredible! It’s so sweet you’ve been a couple for this long! How did the two of you meet anyway?” Charlie, in all her sweetness, asked innocently.

“It’s a tad embarrassing, but we killed a man together.” You could almost hear something pop in Charlie’s brain. Her girlfriend, Vaggie, looked thrilled.

“Yes indeedy! Some ne’er-do-well attacked her on her walk home. When I arrived to assist, the lout was distracted enough that Y/N was able to stab him in the eye. Why, I’d never seen anything quite so beautiful as such a lovely little thing jamming her hat pin into her assailant! I quickly finished dispatching the man before escorting her the rest of the way home.”

You looked at him with affection. “That led to him walking with me in the evening and one thing led to another until here we are!” Vaggie’s eye was shining, Charlie was frozen, the rest of the group could only blink in shock. “Husk, why are you so surprised, I thought we’d told you before!”

“About the attack, yeah, not that you killed him.”

“I would have thought that was implied, my good man,” your husband said dryly.

“Okay okay, murder as a date night activity aside,” Angel said, gesturing with his top set of arms. “Back to the important things. Ain’t Al…do ya…have ya ever…” not quite able to find the words he formed a circle with one hand. He inserted the pointer finger of another into it, making a back and forth motion. Both you and Alastor tilted your heads in confusion, not recognizing the gesture. “Aw geez there’s two a’ him and they’re married. D’you two fuck?”

“Ooooh! Is that what that means?” You experimented making the same gesture. “Now I get it! This finger is the penis and this is the vagina!”

“Hmm,” Alastor inspected your hands. “Shouldn’t this hand make more of an oval shape then?” He squished your hand slightly to elongate the shape. “I think it’s easier to just make a circle darling. And I suppose it could be other orifices.”

“But do you two have sssex?” Sir Pentious interjected, bringing things back to the original question.

“Of course we do!” Alastor chirped. Angel looked equally horrified and amused, Charlie was still frozen, the rest just looked stunned. “How?!” Angel finally asked, fighting back laughter.

“Infrequently and with great vigor,” you replied in a cheerful, succinct manner. Husk pulled his ears down groaning, “I don’t need to hear this, this is like hearing my parents behind the door.”

“Okay, I think that’s enough about Alastor and Y/N’s sex life!” Vaggie halted anything else you and your husband might have said. “Are you going to move in too Y/N?”

“That was the idea if you’ll have me. It seems like this place could use some entertainment and more security.”

“And my dear Y/N is a dab hand at both! She isn’t called the Singing Shrike for nothing.”

“Of course we’ll have you!” Charlie finally snapped out of her daze at the thought of a new resident. “Everyone’s welcome at the Hazbin Hotel!”

Moving into Alastor’s hotel suite was fairly simple. You grabbed a few items from home and made sure your subordinates knew how to reach you in an emergency. It would have felt like a bit of a vacation with the lack of Overlord responsibilities. But the updated extermination schedule did cast a pall over things.

After Charlie’s disastrous audience with Heaven, you and Alastor decided on your plans. He would work with Charlie to get support in exchange for a deal with him. Meanwhile you would head to your territory.

Fortunately everything looked in order when you arrived. Proper delegation had its perks. You requested everyone’s presence at one of the theaters. Most of the Sinners that followed you were some sort of forest creature; birds, rabbits, foxes, lizards, and the occasional deer. The majority were musicians or actors, performers of a multitude of genres. They were fiercely defensive, hurt one and the rest would destroy the offender.

Explaining the situation, you asked for volunteers. This wasn’t a turf war over home ground and you weren’t about to order anyone. Surprisingly, almost all you followers were ready to go. Maybe it wasn’t so surprising, almost everyone in Hell had beef with angels.

You appointed two of the strongest to stay back, along with half of the volunteers. If something happened to you or Alastor, you wouldn’t put it past those brats from the Vees to attempt a takeover. All of the demons you brought had flight abilities, which meant your songbirds could handle the aerial combat. Your contingent arrived just after the cannibals and Carmine’s weapon delivery.

“Ah there’s my darling and her flock!” You landed next to Alastor and Rosie, giving your friend a hug as you did. “Y/N! I was surprised you weren’t with your hubby but I see you’ve been busy too!”

“We have a lot to do and less time to do it, we can be attached at the hip after the fight,” you said as Alastor took your hand.

“Well I’m glad to see my favorite pair of aces back together. Let’s get all these fine demons settled, hm?” With your territories being neighbors, there was familiarity and even a few friends between the cannibals and your songbirds.

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Extermination Day. It didn’t matter how ready the defenders of Hell were, it was time. Almost everyone was in battle gear. You had traded in your sparkly flapper dress for a more practical A-line that reached your knees. You’d attempted a suit but the trousers just felt wrong. So a silvery grey dress with vibrant red pinstripes. The hem had long black points all along it, evocative of your blades. Since your summoned weaponry wouldn’t hurt an angel you had a rapier and half a dozen stilettos that would.

Alastor had requested a custom piece from Carmilla, a hat pin made of angelic steel. The finial had a spray of red feathers and he’d imbued it with a fragment of shadow. In return, you’d given him cufflinks shaped like vibrant red eyes. Of course they had a touch of your winds, not only to let him know you were okay but for you to track him if need be.

All too soon, the sky opened up and the exorcists spewed into Hell. At Vaggie’s war cry you and your followers took to the air. You looked for Alastor and saw him atop the hotel. No changes to his outfit, he looked impeccable as ever. His maniacal laugh echoed in the air as his shield formed an orb around the battle.

You and your flock were tasked with knocking angels out of the sky. Some did this by stooping like hawks, others used the angels own weapons to injure their wings. Your wind magick sent them tumbling into each other. Any that got too close to you were impaled or found you making the most of your momentum to fling them to the ground, mimicking how shrikes gave their prey whiplash.

A loud crack, golden light spreading through the black orb, and Alastor’s shield fell. He’d suspected that might happen and was ready to take Adam on. You didn’t concern yourself about their fight, even when your husband’s form grew. What did concern you was the slice of angelic power that dispersed it. Another swipe from Adam had Alastor flying across the rooftop.

“ALASTOR!” If all of Hell didn’t hear you then clearly they weren’t listening. No no no no not again I won’t lose him again. You stabbed the angel you were fighting in the throat and propelled yourself to his side. You landed protectively over his curled body. For the first time in decades you let your true form show.

Your wings turned metallic, silver and gold, and grew twice their size. They gained an art deco appearance but were as functional as ever. Your face became more avian. You had a hooked beak and your red limbs glowed as your talons sharpened. Dozens of your blades danced in the air around you and your husband.

“Back OFF!” You screeched at the angel’s leader. Wind kicked up by your voice tore at his clothes and wings.

“The fuck are you supposed to be crazy bitch?!” He launched a bolt of light at you; you parried it with stilettos but it was a near thing and it took out a third of what you had summoned.

“Y/N. His wife, you limp dicked bastard.” You launched the rest of your blades at him; they formed a rope like column that battered at him. You knew they wouldn’t be able to hurt him but you were looking for an opening with your rapier.

He fired wildly, yelling “fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fucking bitch!” You moved to strike when three stray bolts peppered you. Two hit a wing, one your shoulder. With a screech you missed the opportunity and fell next to Alastor.

Suddenly your husband grabbed your arm. “Have to disagree with you there!” He said in a singsong. He made sure his grip on you was secure. “Radio’s not dead, but it is ending this broadcast.” His shadows wrapped around you both. As you were swept away you heard Adam say “Bye bitches!”

A tiny part of you felt bad, leaving everyone like that. The majority was grateful you and Alastor were alive. You were used to traveling in his shadow by now, so the sensory deprivation didn’t bother you like it once had.

But the loss of direction was unusual. “Alastor…?”

A moment passed. “I’m here cher.” He sounded in pain.

“Where are we going?” you managed to ask. You weren’t in great shape either honestly.

Another long moment. “I don’t know.” A shudder from the darkness around you. “I just had to get us away.” As much as you wanted to know what was happening beyond the shadow, you didn’t try to get out. You weren’t sure you’d be able to right now. Even if you did, you might just damage Alastor more.

Then a gold light showed even through the magick shadow. Immediately you were falling, still wrapped in darkness. You could feel Alastor’s desperation as the shadows stretched, trying to find…something! Some purchase or anchor to stop the fall. He managed to latch on a couple of times but couldn’t get a good enough grip. The last desperate grasp broke you both out of the darkness.

You found yourself falling down a chasm, pieces of the hotel falling with you. Alastor’s arms wrapped around you, his eyes shut tight as he braced for impact. Fuck! You struggled to flap your wings. The injured one didn’t work right. The other strained to support you both, unable to manage more than slowing the fall.

Wind! Come on come on! You focused, creating a cushion of swirling air around you. Just in time, it dampened the impact, turning a fatal fall into a bruising one.

The two of you landed in a parody of your sleeping positions. “Ow,” you said once you had enough air in your lungs.

Alastor couldn’t respond for a moment. “Ow indeed cher.” He winced as he sat up. “You saved us though my dear.” He helped you sit up slowly.

“Third time’s the charm.” At his quizzical look you clarified, “I couldn’t save you when you were shot or in that fight with Vox. But I managed it finally.”

“Saving it for when it counts cher.” The two of you could hear echoes from the battle above. A voice roaring “GO HOME” was followed by the specks of retreating angels and the portal to heaven closing.

“That sounded like Lucifer,” you mused.

“Ugh, the pipsqueak couldn’t be on time to defend his own realm?” He struggled up to his feet and held a hand out to help you. You used his support to steady yourself but mostly got up on your own power.

It took some effort but he located his broadcast tower crumpled in the bottom of the chasm. One emotional crisis later, while you examined the wreckage, he was a bit more composed. You found the last aid box and the pair of you patched each other up.

“We’ll get you out of the deal ma cher. And the one who holds your strings will find out what happens to those who come between us.”

Alastor’s smile turned vicious. “I’m not dying for anyone but you darling.” He grasped your chin to keep your gazes locked. “And don’t you dare think of doing otherwise.”

Your own lips stretched into a crazed grin. “That’s the spirit cher.” Laughing, he kissed your knuckles before pulling you both into his shadows to inform the rest of your survival.

A/N: This is all the main story for this fic I have until Season 2. I have a few one shots in mind, since there’s a century of potential content along with inserts into some episodes. I really hope this was validating for my fellow acespec Alastor fans. It definitely was for me. I know people are welcome to ship and be thirsty for characters as they like. But we seldomly get an asexual character, much less one that isn’t an emotionless robot.

In any case, thanks for reading! I’ve got a Helluva Boss AU that’s 27k words and counting if anyone needs more of my rambling stories. Smut content is clearly labeled and will be in contained portions as much as possible to limit the squick.

@edgyboi10000 @clearly-awkward @badatpunz @deafsignifcantother @whitewolfsoldat @ch3sire-blu3

Part 1

#hazbin fanfic #hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #alastor #alastor x reader #fanfic #asexual alastor #asexual #acespec #ace representation #fluff #asexual reader #reader insert

[eldritch-spouse]

Last night I started imagining how your characters would walk around and came up with something for some of them

Santi - He's definitely strutting, the world is his runway, hips swaying, blinding smile and eyes set on the target

Morell - so thick he takes up the whole corridor(if they're narrow) , also walk in the middle and do not let people past him, you gotta squeeze between him and the wall if you want to pass

Grimbly - I'd say another strutter but one who doesn't got time, his cute legs (long and short ones) going one before the other, looks very agile, very graceful kinda like he's floating but going full on fast and furious down the halls

That's all I did but I love your characters so much those ones are the first that came into my mind last night 💗

[Hey, those are pretty on point! :Y Good thinking.]

Santi definitely walks with a lot of swagger. It usually looks as if he's always headed to a party. He moves his tail when he wants to catch the attention of passersby.

Morell is totally a brick wall of a man. He doesn't know how to walk in a way that doesn't immediately put people off, and it doesn't help that he has a tendency to stare fixated at anyone that's in front of his path.

Grimbly's more of a glider, all things considered. He's fast on his pointed legs and sways expertly to get the momentum he needs. It's never a slow sort of strut.

Vinnel hardly walks anymore, he tends to float into shapes in the air like some silly dragon. But when he does walk, he'll occasionally trot and give it a dance-like rhythm.

Belo is slightly "soldier-like" in his walk. A bit stiff. He doesn't know how to sway what he has.

Patches is a tense speed-walker. Clumsy too. He'll drag his feet the more tired he is.

Gallon has the most bizarre walking style, given his half-formed feet sort of plant their extremities around. He doesn't need to move his legs too much or in the same way vertebrates do. He could essentially drag himself if he wanted to.

Sybastian is more of a squat-walker than anything. He's usually on all fours like a creepy-crawly. The mimic can walk straight, but his legs are always a little bent.

Krulu exudes confidence with his every step, albeit not exactly in a sensuous manner. He walks where he pleases because no one can stop him. His tail makes quick work of obstacles.

Nebul tends to walk slowly, as if he's never in a rush. Given he had large hips, there's always a bit of an inevitable sway. He's utterly silent.

Fank-e's walk is heavy, but he doesn't do it on purpose. He's just... Well, made of metal. He also tends to he loud, you can hear him just sorta clunk clunk CLUNK his way to you.

(I could go on about some of the others.)

[enchantedchocolatebars]

You've probably already forgotten my headcanon about the fact that Unity Day and Philip's Birthday fall on the same date. But I haven't forgotten about it.

So, Belos Redemption AU, Philip lives in Noseda's House with the HexSquad, they all cool with him.

Fic - Luz spent a long time persuading Philip to tell her the date of his birthday, but he constantly told her excuses and changed the subject. None of the books mentioned this date, so Luz continued to try to find out this date directly from Philip. And finally, she succeeded

She tells her friends about it. And then Gus notices that this day has the same date as the day when they all got into Human Realm. The Day Of Unity

I am very interested in how the HexSquad would react to this.

(Headcanon here)

(I shared this ask with a mutual and they shared a more serious and less lighthearted / funny version of this story, so if you wanna see that written just let me know anon <3)

The Birth-Day Of Unity 🎂 🥳

She had just found out some important news that she wanted to share with them.

"Guys! You guys! Guys! Everyone!" Luz frantically exclaimed, rapidly rushing towards her best friends.

It was about Philip.

Upon reaching her friends, Luz's golden-brown eyes began to emit sparkles.

"Guess what?" She asked, grinning a cat-like grin at all of them.

"What?" Amity, Willow, Hunter, and Gus replied in unison, giving Luz their full attention.

The group was genuinely interested in what she had to reveal due to her enthusiasm.

"Remember when I was trying to get Philip to tell me his birthday, but he was being a total grouch and refusing to do so?"

"Yup," The group would all answer with a small chuckle.

How could they forget?

Luz literally followed Philip around with a stick and tried to force a response from him by poking him repeatedly.

She had a lot of persistence on that particular day.

"Well, I finally did!" Her proud expression was accompanied by a smile and a triumphant cross of her arms.

The power of stick poking.

"Oh, cool!" Gus said to Luz with an excited smile of his own. "So, what day is it?"

"August 19th!"

"August... 19?" Gus would slowly repeat as he began to ponder about that specific date before realization became evident on his features.

"Wait, wasn't the Day of Unity on August 19th?" The youngest inquired.

The question caused everyone to instantly freeze and the room to fall silent.

"Oh..." Amity began.

"My..." Willow added.

"TITAN!" The teens would all exclaim at the same time, utterly shocked by this.

...

The lock on the front door clicked as Philip entered inside with the groceries that Camila had requested him to buy with her credit card for tomorrow's dinner.

Heading towards the refrigerator, he goes to pull the handle and is immediately met with a huge burst of vanilla cake and pink cake frosting from inside.

The old man is left filthy from head to toe and stunned.

"Happy late birthday, Philip!"

Luz's bright voice was heard as she and her friend approached him, wearing party hats and holding party horns.

Taking a deep breath, they all happily blow into their horns.

"Did you like our little surprise?" She asked him in a tone of elation.

The lack of response causes her to let out a giggle.

She assumes he did.

"Let's get this par-tea started!" Gus exclaimed, making one of his illusions appear as said illusion placed a party hat on Philip's head, while the others laughed at Gus's pun.

Get it?

Because Philip is British.

Speaking of Philip, he is still in a state of frozenness.

Someone help him up.

#(personally think that philip was born in october but i looked up some stuff online and apparently the day of unity was in mid-August) #(i think) #(but yeah) #the owl house #owl house #toh #emperor belos #belos #philip wittebane #old man belos #moldy crumpet husbando #belosfanstakeover #luz noceda #the hexsquad #hexsquad #ask #asks #anon #anonymous #request #fanfic #fanfics #fanfiction #fanfictions #writing #my writing

[ickypuppi3]

Torture me more with Asshole Steve. Make it worse. It’s so good, you’re a national hero.

say no more <3

the first time it happens is at a party.

not tina’s. no. this one happens a few weeks later. and it’s smaller. just billy, tommy, carol, steve and a few of the other guys from the team. plus their girlfriends. obviously.

billy’s pretty sure, just from looking around, that him and harrington are the only guys on their own. not that billy cares. steve does though. or at least he looks like he cares. still hung up on wheeler, tommy says. tragic.

billy watches him from a distance. between sips of his beer. watches as steve throws back a shot. then another. and another. he looks over at one point. steve does. just to grin and and throw a middle finger billy’s way.

billy winks back. runs his tongue along his bottom lip and sinks into the couch beneath him. he closes his eyes for a minute. misses steve’s face. misses the way it falls as soon as billy winks. the way his expression changes. twists. into something different.

then billy’s being jostled. he grumbles as the couch dips and a finger taps against the can in his hand. billy opens his eyes. sees steve staring back at him. eyes too big and hair falling over his forehead. he’s saying something. billy tries to listen over the music.

steve points at his beer and billy just waves a hand. toward the kitchen. closes his eyes again. but steve. steve’s persistent. he shoves at billy with his shoulder. shakes his head and tells billy to just fuckin’ show him.

and that’s how billy finds himself. the first time. on his knees in some chicks bathroom he doesn’t even remember the name of. harrington’s hands fisted in his hair. almost painful.

then it’s over. almost as quick as it started.

billy stands up. brushes his knees off. steve doesn’t say anything. doesn’t look at him either. billy swipes at the corner of his own mouth with a thumb. catches steve watching him. finally. grins when their eyes lock.

steve runs a hand through his hair and shoves billy out the way. slams the door behind him and everything. billy just shrugs. turns to the mirror. tells himself that he’s got enough experience with straight guys to know when they’re just. trying something new.

or doing something because they’re drunk. or bored. or all three. billy figures that makes sense in a town like hawkins. in a town where there’s fuck all else to do. it’s a little disappointing. sure. ‘cause billy has this, like, stupid big crush on harrington. but it’s what he expects.

it makes sense.

steve likes girls. and billy isn’t a girl. simple as that.

so billy assumes that’s it. just a one time thing.

but then there’s a next time. there’s a next time and billy doesn’t expect it.

it happens on a tuesday. as billy’s walking down the hall. he’s late to class. courtesy of neil.

but billy doesn’t actually make it to class. he’s a good few rooms away from where he needs to be when a door opens to his right. when he feels a hand wrap around his wrist. a hand that yanks billy into a storage closet before he even has time to register what’s happening.

he raises a fist. ready to knock out whoever the fuck just rag dolled him into a tiny, dark space before he’d even made it to class. billy opens his mouth. to say something. to shout. stops when he feels warm breath against his ear. when he hears an all to familiar voice.

a voice that makes his face feel hot and his stomach twist.

“calm down, man. ‘s just me.” steve laughs. billy frowns. he feels like he’s not in on the joke.

“what the fuck, harrington?”

“needed to speak to you.” as if that answers billy’s question. as if that doesn’t invite a thousand more.

“and you had to kidnap me to do that? real normal fuckin’ guy aren’t you.” billy’s eyes adjust to the dark. he can just about make out harrington’s stupid hair.

“kidnap?” steve laughs. again. billy doesn’t like the way it sounds. “whatever. i need to talk to you.”

and there it is again. those words. words that don’t belong to them. words that shouldn’t be directed at a guy like billy from a guy like steve.

“then talk, asshole.” billy feels himself get defensive. suddenly all too aware of the hand still wrapped around his wrist. “i’m late for class.”

“ok. yeah.” a rustle as steve pushes his hair back. “so the party-”

ah.

“lookin’ for a repeat, baby?” billy lowers his voice and leans into steve. licks his lips. “space is kinda small but i’ve worked with le-”

“shut the fuck up, hargrove.” and steve’s voice is different now. cold. harsh. pissed off.

billy opens his mouth. wants to press more buttons. finds himself pushed up against the door with steve’s hands gripping the front of his jacket before he has the chance.

billy wraps his hands around steve’s forearms. digs his fingers in as a warning. “never took you for a uh- fag basher, harri-”

“shut. up.” steve leans back. puts some space between them. keeps one hand on billy’s jacket. “i need you to just- fuck- have you told anyone?”

billy blinks a few times. feels his own mouth curl up into a smile.

“that’s what this is about?” billy wants to laugh. wants to. but he doesn’t.

“have you told anyone?”

“that i blew you in a bathroom? not really at the top of my priorities, pretty boy.”

“good.” steve relaxes. just a little. “good. don’t.”

billy looks at him. raises an eyebrow. gives steve a once over. steve opens his mouth. as if he has something else to say. then he closes it. looks away. the space between them stays silent.

until billy breaks it.

“well.” he pulls away from steve. takes the opportunity to straighten his jacket. “if your panties are sufficiently untwisted, i’m gonna..” billy trails off. waves a hand at the door. awkwardly.

steve stares off into the corner. apparently finding the wall more interesting than billy. billy just huffs and rolls his eyes. grabs the door handle and makes to leave when-

“hey uh- hargrove?”

billy spins around. feels his patience wearing thin. is about ready to knock harrington into next week when he sees the small smirk on steve’s face. the air between them shifts. steve lifts his head. meets billy’s eyes through the dark.

“what was that about a repeat?”

and that’s how the second time happens. in the janitors closet of hawkins high.

and then there’s the third time. at the quarry. and then there’s the fourth time. the boys locker room. the fifth. the quarry again. billy makes a joke about them finally getting to fourth base and steve tells him to shut the fuck up, hargrove.

yeah. steve’s real romantic like that.

and then billy looses count. they start meeting more. it happens twice in one day. steve kisses him. billy kisses back. billy gets invited over to steve’s house. they fuck on steve’s bed. on his parents bed. christen just about every ugly couch in that house.

billy thinks he should be proud of that. thinks it should feel like some sort of accomplishment. like scouts or some shit. wonders how many badges taking it over the kitchen island would get him. he doesn’t ask steve. doesn’t think steve would find it funny, somehow.

it should feel like an accomplishment. but it doesn’t.

because billy’s heard things. a lot of things. from a lot of people. from the girls steve’s been with. from the guys steve’s bragged to. he’s heard a lot about steve harrington. but-

the two don’t match up. the steve billy’s heard stories about. and the steve that billy gets.

girls say that steve’s good in bed. that part’s true at least. they say he likes to get his partner off before him. also true. that he has a mole on his ass and does this thing with his tongue when he kisses that makes billy’s knees buckle. true and true. billy can attest to that.

but then they say he can be sweet. they say he’s nice. real nice sometimes. sure, he never went steady until wheeler. but he was still nice. he would talk to the girls at school. act like he cared about them and walk with them to class.

and billy knows. doesn’t try to kid himself. doesn’t try to pretend that he doesn’t know why steve treats him differently. steve made it perfectly clear. when he’d told billy that he isn’t a queer. said that he isn’t like billy. had shoved billy as he said it.

had refused to speak to billy until the next time he wanted to get his dick wet.

so yeah. billy gets it. but-

sometimes he wonders. what it’d be like to have that sort of attention from steve.

what it’d be like for steve to stay. to not run away as soon as they’ve gotten off. to not push billy out his bed when he doesn’t need him anymore. for steve to talk to him at school. for steve to look at him like that. like he does with girls. for steve to act like he cares.

but billy knows. knows that’s never gonna happen and. it’s not all bad. not when steve calls him baby and tells billy how good he feels. when he starts talking about how good billy is for him. how perfect and pretty billy is.

and billy can kid himself. he’s good at that. he can kid himself that a coming over tonight, hargrove? means what he wants it to mean.

billy’s good at that.

#billy hargrove #steve harrington #harringrove #sickest part is that steve does mean what billy wants it to mean #he’s just got some issues he’s gotta work out #nasty!steve #cw internalized homophobia #cw unhealthy relationship #idk if that really applies if they’re just fucking around but i’ll put it to be safe #steve has a big fat crush and he is not dealing with it well #i mean can you blame the guy #for the crush i mean not the assholery #billy just wants to feel useful #:(( #he’s also got some issues he needs to work out #well more than some #my words

[kitt357]

Holiday headcanons with the owl house characters:

Characters will be: Adrian (he's my fav, so he's bound to show up in these 😅) Darius, Steve, Belos. Part 1? Might do more of these, but I'm not sure

Adrian

Halloween:

Pumpkin picking - he won't see what you find so enjoyable about waltzing through mud and constantly picking up and putting down different pumpkins. But his displeasure will fade when he sees the bright smile on your face when you find the two you want, giggling as you hand him on to hold, his arms will be burning holding it, but your soft laughter as you talk about different designs makes him stop thinking about the pain.

Pumpkin carving - he wants to impress you, so picks an extremely difficult design, whereas you go for the more traditional triangle eyes design. He immediately begins to struggle, so you take his hand and help him with it if there's a part where the knife just wont budge, and grabbing your own knife when there's too much to do for him alone.

Costume - definitely wants a matching costume. Belos isn't a fan of Halloween parties, so the coven heads organised it. He'll probably go for something from a film you both enjoy, and will spend hours making sure you both look flawless. He'll even do your makeup for you, focusing on the smallest details. He wants to show you off after all.

Decoration - He plays the director persona, so he's bound to have props to make his illusions feel more real. So when you discovered a cupboard filled with all sorts of props and decorations, you went crazy, covering your quarters head to toe in Halloween decor, all while Adrian was soundly asleep. So he got the shock of his life when your luxurious quarters were turned into a horror film set. At first he was worried that maybe you'd taken it a bit too far, he saw you sat on the floor, trying to untangle some lights, but accidentally wrapping them around you, he couldn't help but sigh and help you. After all it was only once a year, he could live with this.

Christmas:

Christmas markets - he adores getting dressed in fluffy thick coats with you, holding each others gloved hands in his pockets, so not to loose you in the crowd, as you gently pull him around, getting distracted by bright coloured lights and all sorts of gifts you could give to your friends and family.

Mistletoe - You know he's going to be waiting under one all day till you notice. He'll even try to draw your attention by calling you over, so when you come up to him wondering what he wants and he gives you a peck, you think he's just being affectionate, much to his confusion, before realising you're completely oblivious to the plant above the both of you. But when one doesn't work, he'll literally cover each doorway in mistletoe, still confused as to why he was kissing you so much, not that you minded. So when you do inevitably look up, and your face is beat red, he's going to give you the biggest kiss ever. You may be oblivious, but it makes it all the more fun for him.

Baking - Despite his appearance, he loves baking, but only if its with you, since he has no idea what he's doing and needs you to guide him, otherwise you'll probably be eating a handful of burnt flour and butter. In the end, you'll end up making things for him while he hands you ingredients, playing music and dancing with you as things are put in the oven. But his favourite part is the decorating, where he'll not so subtly put icing on your nose.

Gifts - He's a mix between getting you things that'll be practical, like a new dressing gown, so you can match, obviously in light blue, or a piece of jewellery he knows you've been eyeing up for a while, telling him you're saving for it. But mostly gets you things he knows you'll adore and cherish. He absolutely adored one that you made for him, a tail warmer. It was custom made for his, measured to perfection and in his favourite shade of blue, which he wore all the time in colder months.

Darius

Halloween:

Pumpkin picking - He will refuse to hold one, he's not getting dirt on his gloves. At all. He'll happily watch you, seeing you struggle to carry one, bending over and waddling to carry it to where ever you need to. He'll give it a few minutes before summoning an abomination for the both of you to carry them. He wont let you pick his, he's very nick picky about it. He'll be there for ages, looking at various pumpkins, but he'll soon find the perfect one, as he hands it over to his abomination when you link arms with him, and he holds your hand as you get excited over the different designs to carve on them.

Pumpkin carving - He'll draw out the designs for you two, but he'll get his mini abomination to cut it out for him, not wanting to get pumpkin juice on his gloves and clothes. But he'll watch over you carve, pointing out different things to do or to change angle, in his head it sounds like he's just advising you, but his tone is more like demanding, he sometimes needs to do tone checks.

Costume - He's not really one for matching costumes, but you know he'll make sure you both look perfect, more so you, he wants to show you off. He'll even make the costumes himself, he knows your measurements, so its no hassle for him.

Decoration - I don't think he'd be too thrilled waking up one day and seeing his quarters being turned into a grave yard. He didn't even have any decorations, but he's too afraid to ask you where you got them from, when some of the decorations look a little too realistic. But he may sit down and help you, wanting to get excited over your hobbies and interests too.

Christmas:

Christmas markets - You know he's got you wrapped up, despite your protests of wanting to look cute so you can take nice photos, he wants you to be warm and not catch the common mould. But he'll make sure you look cute, in his eyes at least, abomination themed hat, scarf and gloves. But he enjoys going around looking at various stalls and watching you jump up and down over the smallest things, like little palisman themed earrings, which he makes a mental note of.

Mistletoe - Surprisingly he does like having plants in the house, to help with relaxation and just general decoration. He'll hang it up in one spot where he knows you'll definitely see it. He wont wait under it, but he may stand around it, but the look on your face when you see it, drop everything and charge full speed over to him to give him a kiss will always put a blush on his cheeks, out of fear and love.

Baking - Like sewing, he's very talented at baking too. Anything you want he'll make. But over Christmas, he'll especially make your favourite treats for you both to snack on. If you try to take a sweet treat from the hot tray fresh out of the oven, he'll playfully slap your hand away with his oven mitt and will give you an hour long lecture on why its bad to touch hot trays and things that have just come out of the oven. Christmas or not, safety comes first.

Gifts - He's definitely more on the practical side, like giving you scented bath mixture for your spa days, or things you need for missions that needed replacing, like an abomination goo pouch. But he does take into consideration things you've after or looking at most of the year, and definitely gets them the minute you mention it.

Steve

Halloween:

Pumpkin picking - If you're excited about Halloween, he'll 100% match the energy and excitement you're feeling. He'll be the one to spend hours in a field with you, he even considers growing them yourselves, to make them even more special, which you very quickly and happily take up. But he may be too eager and makes one massive one, which only makes it all the more fun for the both of you.

Pumpkin carving - Honestly, if he's having fun, he won't mind what it looks like. He'll flick pumpkin seeds at you, and then turn away, claiming there must be an invisible man, which triggers a pumpkin war, throwing the pumpkin insides at each other, and using the seeds as projectiles.

Costume - He's going all out. He'll even use illusions to make them all the more realistic, which you have to tell him to tone down when 1) Adrian looks immensely jealous of his ability and may start a fight, and 2) are too realistic to the point people are actually afraid of you. You appreciate the gesture though.

Decoration - Like the costumes, he's going all out, if you've already got them out, hell drop whatever he's doing to help you. Even when you've got all your decorations up, that wont be enough and he'll conjure more, wanting you to have a full Halloween experience, even if it means your living quarters become uninhabitable with the amount of decorations that's in the room.

Christmas:

Christmas markets - He'll make sure to take tonnes of photos, even if they're ugly and the angles all wrong, you know he's going to save them to use for things like birthday cards. He'll hold your hand the entire time, unless you're trying to buy something, then he'll keep it around your waist. He's gonna carry everything you buy, even if you don't ask him to.

Mistletoe - He's the type to hold the flower all day and suddenly spring it from behind his back and above you whenever he wants a kiss.

Baking - It'll be chaos. He doesn't know what he's doing, he'll try, but there'll be flower, sugar. butter everywhere. He'll clean it up with you, but not before sprinkling it on you, earning another war. But despite this, he'll still eat whatever's been made, even if it comes out wrong, hell still say its the most amazing thing he's eaten and encourages you to keep baking and that you'll get it right eventually.

Gifts - He's 100% gonna get you stuff your interested in, with maybe a few cute things like a plushie that reminded him of you, or a jumper he thought you'd look amazing in. If you've mentioned something, he's already bought it within the hour, but honestly he gets stuff that he knows you'll absolutely love and gush over.

Belos

Halloween:

Pumpkin picking - He'll pick a pumpkin for the decoration, but he defiantly won't carve it. He's only doing it because you begged him to come, wanting to spend more time with him and enjoy a mini holiday together. You knew his feelings towards Halloween, so you try to keep it lowkey, but you cant help getting excited on some parts of it, and Belos himself will feel a small smile form on his face when he sees how cheery you get picking out a pumpkin for him and handing it to him.

Pumpkin carving - He won't carve one himself, but he'll gladly watch you, making sure your safe and not going to hurt yourself trying to carve intercut patterns. Watching you reminds him of Caleb, so he's fond of you carving, and finds enjoyment in your designs, coming up with something new each year. He'll proudly display it by his thrown for all to see who entre. No one would dare do anything to it with the fear of being petrified for defacing his lovers work.

Costume - Again, he wouldn't dress up, he'd discourage you from doing it, under the guise of 'I'm the emperor, your my partner, it's not an activity we should be dabbling in.' He'll go to the parties with you after some convincing from your end, telling him it'll just be social and see how his workers are getting on, to properly motivate them, even give the coven a good impression that you involve yourself in the small things. And somehow it works, but he'll definitely stand to the side as you engage in conversation and maybe a dance or two.

Decoration - Nope, he's not doing it. No amount of convincing can change his mind. He doesn't mind others doing it, but him. Absolutely not.

Christmas:

Christmas markets - He'll be interested, but he may not go out of his way to go unless you drag him along, just because he's a busy man, he has an empire to run. But if he does happen to go, he's glad he does, as he watches you try to catch falling snow in your hands and maybe with your mouth, trying to encourage him to do the same. He disagrees, worried about his reputation, but can't help but smirk at you. He defiantly has to keep you close, if you're over eager and wanting to go all over the place, he'll worry, so practically keeps you attached to him, holding your hand. He doesn't really get much of a chance to look around as you hop from stall to stall, but he doesn't mind.

Mistletoe - He'll put some up, not realising you've dotted some all over the castle, which came at a surprise to him when he was strolling down one of the many corridors and was suddenly attacked by you, planting a kiss on his face. He figured you were just being affectionate, until he looks up to see mistletoe tied in a yellow ribbon. After seeing it once, he thinks he's going mad when he keeps seeing them everywhere, but you happily informed him that was your doing. He relaxes, but makes sure to swerve around them, not because he doesn't want to kiss you, but with the amount you put around the castle, he's going to be worn out by the end of the day.

Baking - He doesn't bake, but he does get one of his scouts to do some for you. You really wanted to bake with him, but he doesn't get much time free, so he sent you different treats to your room as an apology. You accept, but he surprises you one evening when he sneaks you into the kitchen to watch you bake all sorts of things, even making some for the coven heads and scouts, knowing how hard they've been working.

Gifts - Only practical. Unless you mentioned something really specific to him, it'll be things that'll be useful to your everyday life. New shoes, accessories, if you work a lot then probably some fancy pens and note book. He tries.

#the owl house #adrian graye #adrian graye vernworth #coven heads #toh #darius deamonne #steve #belos #toh belos #the owl house belos #emperor belos #toh darius deamonne #toh darius #toh adrian #toh steve #the owl house adrian #the owl house steve #the owl house darius

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Guess what bitches

Another Dadrius fanfic😘😘

REALLY REALLY LONG

1/2 parts

Characters: Hunter, Darius, Raine, Eberwolf

ships: none

Warnings: Implied sh

Title: Fight

It was any usual day in the Deamonne home. Darius was out on a mission and Hunter and Eberwolf were hanging out in the living room talking.

"Eber...that is so stu-" Before Hunter could finish his sentence Darius stormed into the house. Both Eberwolf and Hunter turned their heads to the loud sound of the door slamming shut.

Darius didn't say anything and just went upstairs. Eberwolf growled which translated to "What's his problem?" Hunter shrugged and turned back to Eberwolf to continue their conversation.

About 30 minutes later Darius came downstairs in a more comfortable attire

"Bad day?" Hunter pat the sleeping beast next to him and stood up from the couch.

"Horrible" Darius didn't look at Hunter and just went towards to kitchen. Hunter picked up the bowl that Eberwolf had been eating out of.

He hadn't been paying attention when he heard a sigh come from the kitchen. It sounded like an impatient sigh. He didn't turn around though. Until Darius spoke.

"Hunter. Why is there a mess in the kitchen" Hunter turned around quickly not remembering that he made a mess. Then he remembered. "Ohh..Sorry! Me and Eber were making some food for food party Eda was having. I completely forgot about the mess when we got home!"

He hurried to the kitchen and placed the bowl in the sink. "How do you forget something so simple" Darius sounded...angry? Upset? Sad? It was so hard to tell. He used a weird tone.

A tone that sounded familiar to Hunter. He just couldn't quite put his finger on it. "I uh- I'm sorry it's just when we got home we-" He couldn't even finish his sentence. Darius had put his hand up to stop him from continuing.

"I don't want to hear any excuses on why you couldn't do such a simple task"

This was all very familiar to Hunter. The way he was unable to read Darius' tone. The way he put up his hand to stop him from talking. The way he was shaming him for not cleaning up (Which Hunter already felt bad enough about) and the last sentence sounded so very familiar.

Then it hit him.

Belos

That's what Darius reminded him of right now! Belos! But that was insane! Darius swore we would never in any way try to remind him of Belos!

"Just hear what I have to say"

"Didn't I just say I don't want to hear excuses?"

Ohohoho that one was bringing up memories.

Hunter gave him an upset look before continuing "I'm just trying to explain why I forgot." He raised his voice a bit with that one.

Which was not familiar. Eberwolf had woken up but pretended they were still asleep. They knew that Hunter was beginning to put up a wall. A wall in his memories and a wall for his feelings.

"Well I don't want to hear it. Theres no reason you couldn't clean up a mess you made."

"But there is! If you would just listen-"

"Excuses Hunter. They're just excuses. That is all you do. Make up excuses for the simplest of things"

Eberwolf's eyes widened. Darius had never spoken to Hunter like that. Hunter stood up straighter with a more shocked/upset (in a mad way) look. Uh oh. Wall is up

I repeat The.Wall.Is.Up

"Just because I don't constantly go on missions with complete strangers doesn't mean I don't do shit!"

"Oh but that's it you use to go on missions everyday. Just because some old waste of bones would ask you to!"

Woah woah woah. Eberwolf was not happy with the last one. Bringing up Hunter's past? Way to far. Hunter's expression softened a bit. The anger turned more into shock. Then into much more anger

"Hey! You do not get to bring up my shitty past because you had a bad day! It is not my fault that your ass couldn't handle one fucky day!"

"You do not get to speak to me like that in my home."

"Oh. I'm sorry "your highness" I'm sorry your preppy ass can't handle being swore at by a teenager!"

It was very clear that the way Darius brought up his past made him snap. But it wasn't anger that had just popped up. This was anger that had already been there for a while.

"Oh this is coming from someone who shakes when he breaks a small cup"

"You known the reason to that! You already fucking know but something doesn't seem to completely click!"

Hunter raised his hand which is something he normally did when he was upset but Darius reacted badly to that. His abomination hair grabbed onto Hunter's wrist. Not to hard but firmly.

wall beginning to fall. All the anger he felt before evaporated. Now he felt complete shock.

Darius' eyes widened as the expression in his face turned into guilt and shock. He quickly let go and Hunter held his wrist in his hand

He hadn't realized that he did this. Eberwolf noticed quickly and sat up. But they knew Darius would never physically hurt Hunter. Something seemed off. Darius seemed off. Eberwolf didn't look to much into it and just stayed sitting on the couch

"Hunter.." Darius took a step forward but Hunter took 2 steps back.

Fear. Fear is what Hunter was feeling. Even if he didn't make it obvious he was nervous and fearful.

Hunter back away more than turned and ran away. He ran up the stairs, into his room, and shut the door. Darius felt disgusted. Disgusted with himself. He didn't even remember the mission! Why did he just snap at a child?!

He made Hunter feel afraid. Unsafe. Nervous. Fearful. Scared. That was the most horrible feeling ever. Eberwolf ran up to stairs and sat in front of Hunter's door

This was the end of P1

P2 coming soon👍🏼

#the owl house #toh #toh hunter #sad boy #another day another slay #dadrius #a little sad #implied sh tw #fanfic

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An interesting idea I'd had that I messaged out with my friend @ordinaryschmuck was that, after the birthday party in the epilogue of "Watching and Dreaming" is over, Luz accidentally comes into contact with a magical item that swaps her with a version of her from a parallel universe where she never went to the Boiling Isles, though thankfully the magic allows the two of them to stay in contact.

And while this never!Luz is with them, Eda and the others hear and find out more about her life from their Luz. And....it's so happy. She has a small but close group of friends who are just as weid as she is. She's got a girlfriend who sweet and loves her more than anything. This Luz's relationship with Camila is even fine without needing to go to the Isles.

But more than that, this Luz has none of the scars their Luz has, physically or emotionally. She doesn't have the cut over her eye from Belos, she doesn't have difficulty sleeping due to nightmares. There's none of the still lingering guilt or regret they notice in their Luz. She's free of all the pain and darkness theirs had went through.

And seeing what the other Luz is like, it makes Eda and even some of Luz's friends wonder: While Luz coming to the Isles was best for THEM, was Luz coming there the best for HER? Or would she have been better off having a normal life like that Luz?

#The Owl House #Owl House #ToH #Luz Noceda #watching and dreaming #Eda clawthorne #Gus porter #hunter deamonne #Willow park #amity blight #Lumity #Owl House AU

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The Owl House Finale..

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First of all kudos to Dana Terrace and the animation team. Sooooo many amazing moments, its no wonder she had to take a break. Given the crunch time Disney put her on, she had to work SO hard to get what she wanted/or needed to make this finale great! Just everything was perfect! I was on the edge of my seat and all I wanted was for Luz and everyone to be okay (except maybe Belos... screw you Philip 8B)

Anything that surprised me... I guess that someone was right that it was a titan in that realm Luz saw. I also admit was somewhat surprised the Collector didn’t really know about what happened in regards to King’s species. Though it makes me wonder... what happened to their siblings. They mentioned them when Luz died... so ... what became of them...

Though speaking of Luz’s death... why did she die when touched by whatever that attack was by Belos? Buttt... not Raine? I mean granted he used it as an attack but the attack/fungi whatever was affecting Collector and they were genuinely worried for Eda when it spread. I mean I’m not complaining I wanted Raine to live for Eda. But I’m... “how come Raine wasn’t affected?” Raine was just put under restraint?oO

I admit Luz’s death really got me. On so many levels for her heart. And the irony, cause the Collector was only trying to do what she advised him on. (no not blaming him just saying big picture cruel irony). But also dang was somewhat impressed when Eda and King went beast mode on Belos for that.

And just random was also impressed that Amity was able to wake up/or fight that toy spell the Collector put on them. I dunno just did pointed out that Amity is stronger than she’s given credit as a witch. Luz’s ultimate titan magic/witch mode was both beautiful and AWESOME! Just fantastic design.

Loved King’s dad, lol. Feel like in another life King’s dad could had been roomies with Eda. LOVEDDDD the epilogue, just was glad to see Luz did finish school and got a writers scholarship :). Though.. seeing that Hooty photo... does that mean the human world knows about the demon realm? Or did they just do more visits now that the portal’s fixed. Also Hooty anime eyes so cute:3!

Also was happy that she and Vee graduated together. Because that meant Camila adopted Vee and loved her just like her own child. And omg they had a photo of Stringbean in a cute pet hat XD! Classic... though who was Vee playing baseball/or softball with... Masha? Loved everyone’s grown designs:). And the Flapjack tattoos so sweet:3 !

Sooo happy for Hunter that he’s got a happy ending. And I assume a family with both Darius and the Clawthorne’s. NO ONE will not convince me he’s become part of both families. And his new Palisman is a bluejay, sweet! Uhh thought it was funny/cute Lilith considered putting a disco room? (that corner was hard to read). That we also got to see her Raven harpy design? (she is a raven right?oO). 

Also loveedddd her quinceanera party they did. A very Owl House style Cinderella dress complete with that adorable mouse XD. Loved how the Bat Queen has one of her kids going emo/goth?.  Was I shocked the magic was returning/glyph wise... no. Not really magic’s not exactly nature. But it makes me think of that Jurassic Park quote “life finds a way”.

Also HUNTLOWWWWWWWWWW!! Haha sorry/not sorry.

That being said did I see anything I wanted done differently or wished could had been changed. Don’t get pissed I LOVED the finale. But I can admit it was rushed. But I’m also noting that I AM NOT blaming Dana Terrace or the crew/staff... who do I blame? YOU DISNEY! I FUCKING BLAME YOU!! AND I WILL CONTINUE TO BLAME YOU UNLESS YOU DO RIGHT BY THE CREATOR/AND STAFF.

Moving onnn... I’m just gonna say what I wish could had been done. Again I do not blame Dana Terrace. I know Disney did her an EXTREME wrong and she was not even given a PROPER third season. Unlike her other tv shows... like Big City Greens.. who got a fourth season and a movie >3>. I know she was crunched for time and was just dealing the hand that was given to her.

So to start....

I’m gonna bite the bullet and I admit the finale instantly made me wanna see ships explored/or finished.

Like Alador’s marriage... we never saw Odalia so I’m gonna assume he divorced her. And its clear the children have nothing to do with her but still wanted some clarity.

Also... was there suppose to be a hint of Darius/Alador.... I dunno. Felt like there was. I’m not against the idea. Could have gone with the flow that they were rivals/with chemistry. Plus heyyy new stepdad for Hunter.

Also... whats Steve’s relationship with Lilith? No not like ship... I think he’s too young(ages aren’t my strongest suit unless clarified better). Was he suppose to be her Luz?oO

Kinda wish The Blight twins could had been explored... would had like to had known Ed’s date who were theyyy...

Also what was Viney/Jerbo’s relationship. I don’t even care if they weren’t dating. Just was dying to know the story of why she was so pissed at him to call him traitor once oO

And hate to be the dummy but did Eda/Raine get married? oO I didn’t see a ring.. or do they do something else for Demon World?

Would Gus had found an love interest? Or Vee? Or Lilith... again I’m biting the bullet ship idea wise. Or were Gus and Lilith suppose to be asexuals? (will get to Vee later)

Wish we could had known MORE about the Coven Heads. We got a little but not much. I don’t even know why Vitmir wanted the throne? I guess I get why with Terra and Adrian dude.

We also don’t know what became of the rest of the Coven

How did Kikimora go from hating the group to putting her feelings aside and helping Lilith?

What became of the Bat Queen and the palisman during Collector’s brief reign. I never saw them turned into toys...also would Luz ever find her owner. Part of me almost wonders if it was originally the Titan(aka King’s dad)

Speaking of which wish he and King could had met.

In addition... IS NO ONE GONNA TALK ABOUT HOW A HOOTY THING IS IN HIS EYE?!!Was that suppose to hint he made Hooty? Was Hooty there for him to guard King?

What became of Collector’s family? Are they the reason that Owl curse got spread.... What was that final print in Collector’s book... felt like they avoided that for a reason would it had summoned them? Or caused more harm?

Also why haven’t Eda/Lilith been free of the curse? I assume since Alador is finding a way to undo the draining spell, that means its possible for them to be free as well.

Anything else...

I admit I wanted to know more of what became of Caleb... Yes I know the rumor was Dana Terrace wanted to do a prequel going into his and Philip’s background... but Disney is a moneygrubbing little worm.... so unless they think they’ll make more money out of that.... I’m not holding my breath. Would have liked to know what became of his wife/girlfriend Evelyn? Were fans right is she the ancestor of Eda’s family. 

And I’ll address an elephant in the room... Philip himself. I do feel his ending was a bit rushed for the finale. Yes he gave us a fight but his literal end felt... sorry “Starvstheforcesofevil/ Ludo” set. Kinda mooted if you get my drift..... what would I had wanted? 

I admit I dunno... Unlike some of the fandom I have mixed feelings with Belos/Philip. On one hand he’s an amazing/ EVIL villain. On the other hand... I don’t have a lot of sympathy for him. I had more for the Collector. Now again this could had been because Terrace had more planned and that was crushed due to Disney. Its just I dunno how to explain it... I did see the possiblity of a “oh redeemable villain” it was done with Andrias from Amphibia... but Andrias had more hesitation even in his actions.... Belos didn’t really have that. We weren’t given a Darth Vader ending where he regrets or we see his “spirit”. And while I do think even if she wanted a prequel... I don’t think she was mincing words with us as fans. When she had King’s father call him out on his behavior. We can see what triggered/pushed him all we want. But at the end of the day, Philip gave up his humanity. 

He quit caring, he may have been innocent once. But he threw it away for Christian radicalism, angry that his brother wasn’t following the script, and was willing to commit MASS genocide for it. At most I think those visions of his brother and the golden guards were the closest he had to coming to terms with his past and chose to ignore it. I dunno what I would have liked for his ending... maybe see that his plans would always fail? Maybe see a spirit of Caleb call him out one more time? Or I dunno something other than a simple stomp 8B. I dunno at most all I can say... would have LOVED to see Camila hit him for hurting her child.

Also... I do wish if the series had continued Vee could have been involved more. I feel like from that tarot card reading from Masha. That it wasn’t just aimed at Luz, I feel like the story hinted she would be involved with this story/fight against Belos.

see Vee/Masha end up together. Sorry/not sorry but they felt like role reverse Amity/Luz.

Wish Luz could have made friends with more humans, feel like due to the obvious storyline she wasn’t given a chance to bond with the new kids/or Masha’s camp friends and they felt like they were important. Heck they could have helped her. I think but thats my opinion.

I WANTED A HUNTLOW KISS!!! buttt I’ve learned from anime it isn’t all about the kissing. Just acknowledging can be enough. I think thats why we didn’t see Raeda kiss... or did I miss that?oO

Hmm I think thats it. Again no hate please. Will delete if I do 8B.

I am gonna miss this show and wish we had more. //le sigh//

Again thank you Dana Terrace and the cast/staff of Owl House for making that the best show! I wish we could have had more. 

#the owl house spoilers #The Owl House

[kai525h]

The Owl House Crack AU: New Life, Old Scales

(There was a blackout all day on my neighborhood and I wrote this while at work to stay sane, so get ready for a long rambling)

Okay hear me out, The Owl House... but Camila is a basilisk who managed to escape decades ago, as one of Belos first experiments with the species.

Story points:

She got to the human real through one of Eda's escapades and disguised herself as a teen who was moving out of town. For the first years, she lived on a shelter (and luckly didn't stood out due to there being a couple of nutjobs), made some friends there and occasionaly went out looking for magical objects to keep her disguise.

One of said friends got her into night school with the promise of a better life, and that's where she met Manny, who was there teaching spanish. They started dating weeks after, bonding over their shared love for the language and Manny's passion for Cosmic Frontier (needless to say that she enjoyed the concept of "cosplaying").

At some point, Manny managed to get her some documents thanks to a cousin that worked at the customs office, allowing her to enter high school and later get into university. They invented a backstory where Camila was the last survivor of a family dispute on the Dominican Republic, only to move to the US with the last money she had from her parents.

After Camila's high school graduation, she accidentaly got drunk during a party, and revealed her true identity to him on a walk through the forest, where Manny ran off and she blacked out near some bushes. She went to look for him the next day, and after a heartfelt discussion, they broke up. He would later move to Pennsylvania, where he would study ---

Camila's years through university went calmly, getting a couple of part time jobs, a shared bedroom alongside a weird man obsesed with witches, and later recieved her diploma.

At some point, Manny moved back in town after a failed marriage and both of them reconected quickly, going back to practise cosplay and even visiting Puerto Rico to meet his parents. They got married and bought a home (not in Gravesfield).

A couple of years later, Luz would come into their lives from Manny's last marriage, who didn't wanted to have a child. From there on there's no change in the canon, they lived as a family, moved to Gravesfield, Manny passed away and Luz went to the Boiling Isles.

When Vee came through the portal and morphed into Luz, Camila felt something odd, but after being away from the BI for decades, she just brushed it off. It wouldn't be until a week or so after she came back from camp where the oddities piled up and she discovered Vee's true identity. After confronting the fellow basilisk and learning her story, she offered her a home and allowed her to replace Luz until they discovered what happened.

Yesterday's Lie would go different, with Luz learning about both Vee and Camila's secret, who would still end up slapping Jacob in the face with her Chancla btw.

Notes:

Camila would be the same subspecies as Vee, a Knee Dweling basilisk. Their main characteristics would be their rounder heads, furred ears, puffier manes, eyes, ticker tails to store extra fat and being overall the smallest of the entire species.

She would've most likely known the basilisk who attacked Hexside during The First Day.

I'm deciding on whether or not Camila befriended teenage Eda and the last one offered her a ticket to the human realm. She could've also met a previous Golden Guard who would've helped her scape in the first place, and thus would recognise Hunter very quickly.

Most of the cosplay stuff is from Manny, since she just shapeshifted into whichever character she wanted. Needless to say, she won a lot of competitions.

She became a veterinarian to help out other creatures and to learn self care, as basiliks share a ton with Earth reptiles.

She most likely influenced Luz's love for snakes.

I like to think that after meeting Vee for who she really is, Camila started to walk around the house in her natural form, contempt with not needing to hide her true nature. The only one who she did that with would've been Manny, during the period after their reconnection and before Luz.

Even though the camp helped Vee a lot to blend in, it would be Camila the one who truly get her to do so. Maybe even contact Manny's cousin to get her some papers too.

The angst would double for Luz after either Yesterday's Lie or King's Tide, seeing her mother getting along with Vee very easily and feeling even more like an outcast.

So, what do y'all think? Should I try to make something out of this or should I seek profesional help? Either way, I'm not sharing the good stuff.

(Here's the reddit post if you're interested)

#the owl house #toh camila #toh manny #toh eda #toh golden guard #toh luz #toh vee #toh basilisk #toh au #I'm actually considering writting it #I would love to hear your feedback!

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If He Was Your Fan (A Henry Cavill Fanfic), Chapter 74: Unwrapping (Henry POV)

Not two weeks after I was gone, she disappeared from everyone. I decided to text her at night and she seemed…elusive. Her detailed answers became nothing but emojis though they always had a smile or heart in them. I deduced that she might want to meet face to face to really talk about anything of note. I make arrangements for pickup for escort the London Grand Dame Holiday Party.

I rent a car and driver to pick up her up. Bentleys are all about comfort.

She comes out in an outfit that looks very formal, almost regal. Her hair is up, she has an overlay that gives her quite the sparkle, almost wintry. But the look in her eyes is different.

“Henry.”

I give a half bow and help her into the car, waving off the driver. What was that? What is going on?

Minutes into our trip, I see a car, a dark one. “Darling?”

“Hmm?”

“We’re being followed,” I exhale. “Probably paparazzi—” I signal our driver to tell him to lose them.

“No, relax, Henry,” she touches my hand. “They’re with me.”

“With you?”

Her eyes lower. “I wasn’t sure you’d come.”

I turn to her. “I wouldn’t do that to you.”

“I’m sorry, Henry.” She looks out of the window.

“Darling.” I needed to know.

She turns her head promptly, her expression attentive. “Yes?”

I close the privacy door between us and the driver. “What’s going on?”

“Hen—”

“Something has changed, I know you well enough to know so don’t deny it.”

She exhales a small chuckle and covers my hand. “I love you.”

Why that made me uncomfortable, I didn’t know. “I love you.”

She leans on me and I can feel her distraction, her concern. I put an arm around her, and realize this is a matter of time now, whatever it is.

I smile when I see the Floating Star, better known at the Sunborn Hotel tonight. It is a glamourous ship, with wonderful views of the river and accommodations.

I help her out of the car and I watch the driver of the other look on from a distance. He looks as if he is checking surroundings, and watching us. I look down at her and she is looking straight ahead, chin tilted up. “Darling—”

“Hold my hand, Henry,” she whispers at the bottom of the elaborate gangplank. She looks up at me. “Don’t let go?”

“Alright,” I say softly. “I won’t leave you.”

The dining hall is set up with gold décor, making it look posh and like a true holiday party. People were milling about, talking amongst themselves. There are a few screens set up, showing people having their family trees revealed. A few people did double-takes when we came in, and I put on my best stare. What the hell—

Chiru and Sophia come to her and literally form a protective barrier between her and the others. They take turns hugging her.

“Thank you,” she whispers, her eyes shining. “Thank you for coming—”

“I wouldn’t miss this for the world!” Chiru said.

“We’re here for you—” Sophie does a double-take at me. “You haven’t told him?!”

“Wasn’t time.”

Chiru and Sophia gasp and look at each other. “Come on, let’s go--”

Suddenly there is a tinkling of glasses and clicking of lights. Supper was about to begin. It is very good food, as always, but I wanted to get a moment alone with her. After dessert, I decided I would whisk her away outside.

Perline Richardson rises and clinks her glass and everyone pays attention.

But not soon enough. The lights went low, and I pulled her out.

“It’s too late,” she whispers. “Look.”

My attention turns to the largest screen, and I see her and Henry Louis Gates sitting together.

“I…” he nods. “have some earth-shattering news for you.”

“Oh, God, really?” she is almost laughing. “Descendant of slaves—”

“Once you got here,” he repeats. “once you got here.”

She looks up at Gates.

“In 1832, there was a territory called Eden,” Gates began. “and the heir to the Earl of Eden was named Aldric-Aldric of Eden, was born. He was the only son and heir of Godric Eden. He fell in love with a slave woman named Lily in 1850. Lily was born in the garden two years after Aldric, which belonged to Godric’s wife Anne. Godric found out about the relationship between Aldric and Lily when Aldric refused to marry a highborn white woman. In the night, Anne took Lily and sold her to a slave trader heading for the Americas.”

The room was completely quiet. A pin could be dropped.

“Okay,” was all she said.

“Lily cursed the Eden family, swearing pain and misery upon every descendent until things were set right,” Gates went on. “Aldric fell ill, and told his parents on his death bed that Lily was with child when she was sold. He cast the same curse on his family in his illness and heartbreak, and with no will to live, died in his sleep. They had sent the only heir into slavery. Godric had a younger brother Gregory, who inherited the land, but he was not a good leader, and after Godric’s death, much of Eden was squandered and lost to other territories. The only thing that saved what is left of it today was that Aldric set aside money for his heir, in hopes he—or she—would come back someday. It is now called Edenvale, Gregory’s way of trying to save the reputation and memory of the happier days of the land.”

“That’s a long time.”

“Yes, today, quite a fortune, with an older company overseeing the money and reporting to the courts of its growth.”

“That sounds pretty farfetched,” she says.

“It is, but true,” he chuckles. “When Lily got to the Americas, she was showing, so she was seen as a breeder and an enhanced deal. She died in childbirth, but her son was named Al upon her request. He grew up and fought in the American Civil War as a teen, and when it was over, ran west to find a life with Native Americans in the northwest United States. He fathered one child with his Native American wife, Koko, and named her Magdeline…”

Wait wasn’t her great grandmother’s name…? I look at her profile and she isn’t looking at me. Chiru is sitting on the other side and takes her hand.

“This isn’t confirmed or denied, but rumor is that Al tried to return to Edenvale, but was never heard from again. Magdeline married and had two daughters, one of which died in a drowning accident. The surviving daughter was named…”

The picture of her mother flashed on the wall, and anyone who had seen her now knew who she was, the resemblance was so strong.

I am staring at her. I am no longer staring at the screen. I’d heard this story before, and rumor has it that this heir has at least a fifty million waiting for claim.

“And now I would like to introduce Lady Edenvale.”

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[rosemaidenvixen]

Hunter’s Moon

Ao3

Amity carefully balanced her staff, mindful of her passenger, as she rose high into the sky. Flying in the human realm without being spotted was tricky, fortunately Camila told her about this spot out in the woods that was desolate enough it should be perfect.

Rising above the treetops, she pulled her staff to a stop and leveled out “Here we are,” Amity held out an arm, gesturing to the large glowing moon in the clear sky.

“This is cool and everything,” Hunter turned towards her “But was there any particular reason you brought me out here?”

“Well uh…Luz was telling me that in the human realm the full moon in October is called the Hunter’s moon, and since your name is Hunter, I figured why not show you the moon!”

Hunter just stared at her evenly ”Right….I’m sure that’s why you brought me out here and not to get me out of the house so everyone can set up for my birthday party while we’re gone,”

“What?” Amity forced out a chuckle “Why would you– that’s not…”

She sighed and deflated “How did I give it away?”

Hunter smirked back at her “It wasn’t you, Luz isn’t nearly as discreet as she thinks she is, and neither is Gus, it was easy to connect the dots,”

“Well fine, you know now,” Amity huffed “Then you should know that I’m not taking you back until it’s party time,”

“I can deal with that,” he settled in, gripping the staff with both hands “From what I overheard it sounds like it’s going to be a pretty big party,”

“Well Luz is the one planning it, plus she got Eda and Darius to help her, and they put Ed in charge of the pyrotechnics…”

“Yeah it’s going to be something alright,” Hunter mused “Gus was super excited to hide inside a hollow cake,”

An ache flared to life in Amity’s chest, the words tumbling out before she fully realized it “You don’t have to go if you don’t want to,”

Hunter started a bit and glanced at her “What!?”

“Just say the word and I’ll fly us wherever you want to go, and not come back until you’re good and ready,”

By now Hunter was full on staring at her “But…you know how much work everyone’s put into this party?”

“Yeah but it’s your birthday,”

“But…the party’s for me?”

“I do, but that’s not– I don’t mean…”

Amity shut her eyes and squared her shoulders “My mom used to throw huge birthday parties for me, go all out with the catering and the decorations and presents, everything. But those parties weren’t really for me. They were for her, to show off her ‘Prodige Daughter’ and to network and schmooze with coven big wigs. For years I had to deal with those parties when all I wanted for my birthday was to relax with my books and a slice of fairy pie in peace,”

“So…you think I should spend my birthday by myself?”

“No that’s not what I–” she pulled in a deep breath and turned towards him as much as she could while they were both sitting on the staff “For your birthday you should do what you want. If you want to run off to somewhere quiet I’ll take you there, but if you want a big party I’ll make sure you have the biggest, wildest, most chaotic birthday party ever. And if what you want for your birthday is to push me off my staff right now, then I say bring it on!”

For a few seconds Hunter just blinked back at her with wide eyes, then a warm smile stretched across his face “Thanks Amity,”

He looked away, facing the moon, quiet for a few moments, glowing moon and stars above them, soft rustle of leave underneath them, then he spoke “I always knew what day was my birthday, and we confirmed it when we found Belos’ lab and journal. Belos always just told me aging another year was nothing worth throwing a celebration over, and that I should focus on proving my gratitude for the life I was given by serving the titan,”

Another laugh escaped him, a more bitter one now “I’m still figuring a lot of stuff in my life out right now. I don’t know if I want a loud crazy party every year, but I want to try it, at least once”

“Well…” Amity forced an awkward smile on her face “If loud and crazy is what you want you picked the right people to plan it,”

That got a genuine laugh out of him, his gaze drifting down towards Ghost, smile slowly falling off his face 

 “Did anyone get me a–”

“No.” Amity said firmly “They didn’t.”

Eda had gotten him a set of carving tools and Lilith several large logs of bloodhogany wood, identical to palistrom wood in every way except for its magical properties and often used by novice carvers for practice. But no one had gotten him a new palisman, or even wood to carve on.

Maybe one day, but now was too soon.

“Although Camila was pretty proud of getting that Cosmic Frontier box set,”

“What!? Only a few editions of the Cosmic Frontier complete collection were ever released!”

She felt her face go hot “Sorry, please try to act surprised when she gives it to you,”

Hunter sat back with a pout “I will, but now I’m definitely pushing you off,”

Amity snorted “And have Ghost throw you off when you try to fly back? Good luck with that,”

“Hey Ghost would fly me, she loves me,”

The two of them shared a laugh. Once the laughter died down Hunter smiled again “That’s…one of the reasons I want to try this. The party might be chaotic and crazy, but it will be for me, with all the people that care about me. Not like your mom’s self serving–”

He clammed up, suddenly sheepish “Sorry,”

Amity just snorted “Don’t be, she’s the worst,”

“...maybe for your birthday we can go egg her new house?”

She giggled “I’d like that, much better than being pushed off my staff,”

They laughed again.

#the owl house #hunter #amity blight #eclipse lake duo #rmvwrites #halloween prompts

[juliettedunn]

The Surprise Party (Part 5)

Part 1 can be found here

Part 2 can be found here

Part 3 can be found here

Part 4 can be found here

Gus talks with Willow, Emmeline, and Luz about some of his feelings while trapped in the human realm, even though he has to keep much of them a secret. Also he has selective mutism because I said so.

Note: Sorry this took so long! That was a ridiculously long wait, but no more. This is a chapter focused on Gus. After this chapter will be the final chapter, and I already have most of it written, so you can expect it quite shortly. Then this fic will finally be complete. Thank you to everyone who stuck with it through the incredibly sporadic schedule; I know this is one of my more popular fics and you all were quite invested. I hope the wait was worth it.

***

Traveling back to Camila’s with his friends, Gus started to feel the toll of the outing. Usually, he’d be ecstatic - he’d just gotten to explore an aspect of the human realm he’d only ever dreamed of or read about in books (though he was increasingly coming to realize these tales were largely inaccurate). He got a plushie, he had a great surprise planned for one of his closest friends, and he felt a renewed connection with Luz after the two had been distant.

He was happy, to an extent. That joy wasn’t dampened, exactly, so much as it was mixed with something he couldn’t identify. It was a common experience for him, of late. He had achieved his dream of traveling to the human realm, at the cost of so much. Knowing that his home very well may be destroyed, his dad captured or killed, it felt wrong to lose himself in the wonder of his special interest. Each day, as he marveled at the human realm’s miracles, he wondered if he should really be enjoying it so much. And, adding another layer - was it really something to be enjoyed?

Gus knew Luz saw herself as an outcast, but it hadn’t fully hit him until her explanation in the bathroom - Luz wasn’t quite the typical example of a human here. Vee was, ironically, wiser in the areas of the human realm, but she was still a demon, not a prime example of the human species.

Of course, not every human would be nice, just like not every witch would be nice. Gus had spent nearly his whole life learning about humans, and he knew they could be assholes. But just before he arrived in the human realm, he had experienced something which made him se see the entire species in a new light.

He felt his heart start to pound as those memories surfaced. People standing in lines with their heads bowed, hurled accusations of witchcraft and sorcery that weren’t even true. Their necks slipped between looped rope, their bodies jerked upward, twitching and choking until they grew still. The crowd looking on in awe, cheering, Belos, no, Philip, just a young teen, right beside them, while his older brother watched with discomfort, yet did nothing to stop it.

Caleb’s discovery of the demon realm, captivated by a red bird that belonged to a real witch. Gus saw it through the eyes of Philip, peering at the lovers with hatred and disgust. The gleam of the knife as it plunged into Caleb’s chest, Evelyn’s wailing as the father of her unborn child bled out in front of her. Philip standing in front of the crowds of people and preaching the very words the old human preacher said at the pulpit in his childhood, to a crowd of witches and demons.

Hissed out of town for his tales of "sin," until he learned better, adapted his language to make sense to the people of the Isles, until he attracted followers, until he ensnared their minds, corrupted and twisted and burned knowledge, until he rose to power and began to corrupt even the natural biology of witches through his sigils. All while never letting go of his twisted possessiveness towards his murdered brother, raising replacement after replacement, each one turning against him and being murdered in ever more cruel ways, after a life of pain.

Blood, burning, the cracking and screams of dying Palismen, the whimper of a tortured Grimwalker, knowledge disappearing, mysterious illness and heart attacks as witches succumbed to the strain placed on their arteries by the sigils. 

Preaching of sin, and salvation, heaven, and hell, someone called God, someone called Satan. The version of religion Philip truly believed, not what he changed it into to appeal to the Isles. How could Gus begin to understand something like that? Well, now he had been forced to understand, forced to see it all, in the span of mere moments.

Gus gasped, and Willow took him by the arm. “Are you okay?”

Gus struggled to speak, but only managed a squeak, the words stuck in his brain, unable to leave his throat as the images continued to flash. Blood, witches gasping and twitching in the snow, someone crying for their Palisman, a young Grimwalker clawing for breath as he drowned.

Gus, his hands shaking, conjured an illusion to spell words for him. He dearly wished Emmeline were with him, so he wouldn’t have to do any work at all. It wasn’t that he wouldn’t have been allowed to sneak her into the mall, but he had wanted to give her a break; she had been sleeping in a pile with Clover and Ghost, all three cuddled around Luz’s egg, and he hadn’t had the heart to disturb her.

He managed to create an illusion to communicate the words “I need a break.”

“Okay,” said Willow, and she gently led him to a tree. Thankfully, he had started to panic when they were walking through the park, at a time when not many people were around, and he could sit at ease. 

“Okay,” said Willow, and she gently led him to a tree. Thankfully, he had started to panic when they were walking through the park, at a time when not many people were around, and he could sit at ease. 

He leaned against the tree, struggling for breath and counting on his fingers the way Willow had taught him. Willow sat beside him, smiling reassuringly. They had been through this routine together so many times, he knew it would all be okay, even if there were more people around him than typical. He ran his fingers over his dinosaur stim toy, feeling the familiar bumps and notches, bending its joints while the calming rhythm of the numbers helped clear his mind.

One, two, three, four…four, three, two, one…

Imagery was still flashing through his brain, but slower now, and thank Titan none of it was manifesting as external illusion. The others didn’t need to see that; it would be a major violation of Hunter’s privacy. He felt bad enough for having this knowledge in the first place.

When he opened his eyes and saw only his friends, not visions of Belos, he slowly began to ease off the counting. Conjuring another illusion, he showed them returning to the house with a green check mark above the image, then the words “I don’t want to talk about it.”

Willow’s brow crinkled in surprise and concern, and he couldn’t blame her. Gus had always been very emotionally open; it was part of why he got hurt so easily, but he always knew it was safe to do so around her. After he was able to be verbal again, he always shared why he was hurting. And he wanted to do it now, so badly he did, but these weren’t just his own issues. These were Hunter’s too, and he had to keep them a secret.

“Okay,” said Willow, slowly. “If you need to stop again just tell us.”

Gus nodded, and Willow helped him to his feet. The group glanced among each other, and for a moment Gus panicked, thinking they were doing the old patronizing routine. Look at the dumb kid; he’s supposed to be a prodigy but he can’t even talk half the time. What a fraud. He really thinks he’s such a cool illusion master; how could we have believed him?

But he saw only concern - not patronizing, but genuine - and they included him among the glancing. These weren’t glances to exclude him, these were check-ins with the group, making sure everyone was ready to continue on. 

Are you okay? Holding up? Are you overwhelmed? At risk of a meltdown? Need a break?

All things the friends knew they could trust each other to help them through.

They had different needs, different capabilities, and while sometimes it made for conflict, it often helped. When one was struggling, the others could assist them, get help, devise plans for their needs, balance their traits until together they created a powerful force of support.

They were an odd bunch, but never had Gus felt more surrounded by people who would listen and vouch for him when he was overwhelmed and scared, just as he’d do for them.

Though, Gus could feel the weight of secrets keeping the group down - Hunter, mainly, which tied into Gus’s own secret, the secret that he knew. As strong as each person in the group was, they were also so fragile, and seeing them now, Gus felt more fragile than ever before; he just wanted to cry and spill it all.

Instead, he let a few more tears fall, then got to his feet. He created an illusion depicting him going to the basement when they got back. There was no way he’d be able to help with the party under these conditions; he was only a push away from having a full shutdown.

Willow laid her hand on his shoulder. “Of course, it’s okay if you need a bit. Would you like me to come with you?”

Gus hesitated; he knew how excited Willow was to plan this party. As if sensing his feelings, in the way only Willow could know, she said, “I don’t mind taking a break for a bit anyway. Amity can organize everything.” She turned to Amity. “If you don’t mind?”

Amity blinked quickly, as though surprised, then smiled tentatively. “Yes, of course! I won’t let you down.”

“Thanks,” Willow grinned.

When they got back to the house, Amity took charge with ease: “We have to get this done within an hour. Hunter and Camila will be back soon, and all the decorations have to be ready so we can hide them. Vee, I want you to…”

But Gus didn’t have to worry about that; Willow was a steady presence leading him down into the quiet, familiar comfort of the basement, and the voices muffled and faded.

Emmeline squeaked at him from the couch, transmitting colorful imagery into his mind rather than words. It wasn’t that she couldn’t speak into his mind through words (all Palismen could do that for their witches), but she found it easier to do it through visuals. She had struggled to find a suitable witch for her needs, but for Gus, who struggled to even think coherently when he was anxious, it was a perfect match.

He scooped the chameleon up off the couch and held her in his hands, facing Willow. Sensing his state, Emmeline shifted red, to demonstrate he was unable to interact at the moment.

Gu appreciated Willow’s presence as he calmed himself down, and Emmeline transmitted calming visuals to him - gentle sounds, beautiful scenery, and unfiltered affection for her witch. He closed his eyes to make her transmissions easier, and for the next few minutes, that’s all he did, just sat with his Palismen while his best friend kneeled beside him.

Willow sat patiently until Emmeline became a less intense shed of red, signaling Gus was ready to hear Willow talk.

“Hey,” said Willow. “Did anything happen at the mall to trigger you?”

Emmeline shifted to dark gray, meaning “No,” according to the code Gus had set up with his friends.

“Okay. Just social anxiety?”

Both he and Emmeline knew that wasn’t the real truth, but Gus told her to say yes, and she shifted to light gray per his wishes.

Willow's ears drooped. “I think we all had a bit of a hard time at the mall. This is…a lot. The human realm isn’t what I expected.”

Gus nodded his head.

“But, I do like it. I think it’s amazing.”

Gus used an illusion to communicate his words. “Me too.” He really did. He loved the human realm. But…

“Do you ever get afraid, here?” he asked with illusions.

“Of course. I’m scared for my dads…” Willow looked like she was about to start sniffling, but she stilled her face against it. “We’re all scared.”

“But are you ever scared of the human realm?”

“You mean of being found out?”

Being found out. Willow didn’t know what that could truly mean here; how could she? She hadn’t seen the ropes around those people’s necks…

Not that humans did witch hunts anymore, but Luz, Camila, and Vee had briefed the group about a lot of things, things Gus had never dreamed could exist, and certainly not in such a mythical dreamland like the human realm. Things like homophobia, and racism, things that could mean…

Tears leaked from Gus’s eyes. He had always dreamed of becoming an ambassador to the human realm, but now he wasn’t sure if anything like that should be risked. How would humans react to learning about witches, to a land so free with concepts humans struggled with? Freer than here, even after Belos did all he could to tame it.

“Oh, Gus…we’re careful to hide our ears. They’re not going to find out.”

Gus nodded, but she couldn’t understand his fears. Not really.

“I think I’d like to be alone now.”

Willow looked surprised, and it was no wonder why. Gus always wanted someone beside him, especially in his crisis moments.

“Okay…but just send Emmeline to come get me if you need me, okay?”

Gus flashed a green check mark illusion, and she placed a hand on his shoulder. “I’m here for you. Don’t worry about interrupting the party planning, I’m sure Amity’s got it all covered torturing everyone with some work system she made up.”

Gus chuckled with Willow, then leaned his head back against the wall as she went up the stairs. When she shut the door behind her, he held Emmeline to his chest.

“I’m so scared,” he whispered. “I should have known the human realm wasn’t so great. I thought it was some wonderful fantasy, and it is, but also it’s not, I was stupid, and I just… ugh.” Gus beat his forehead with his fist. “I’ve never been so scared, Emmeline. And I can’t even talk to anyone about it. I just want Hunter to know I know his secret, but I don’t know how to tell him, I can’t tell anyone else, I…” He hugged the chameleon to his chest. “My own special interest, and I’m scared of it.”

Emmeline nuzzled him and sent him visions of him and his friends, banded together, back to back in a fight, then carefully tending to each other’s wounds, hands on each other’s shoulders, snuggling in a nice, warm pile. The meaning was clear. Friends protect.

Gus smiled weakly. “Yeah…we do. We protect each other.” Even though they were all drifting around right now, lost in their own issues, so many fake smiles and hidden secrets, he knew they’d go through anything for each other. This was what was keeping him going, knowing they were there for each other. Something even another realm couldn’t take.

He only wished he could be completely honest with them, and them with him, find a way to cut through all these secrets and hidden struggles. They weren’t meant to break alone, chipped away slowly and trying to desperately conceal the cracks. It was supposed to be visible, scars shown and tended by everyone else, so they could all share in the weight, lend each other missing pieces as needed, help glue it all in place. How was he supposed to help make it like that?

Emmeline sent an image of Luz, and Gus paused, thoughtful. “Yeah, Luz knows.”

He was nervous about talking to her, since she was so fragile lately, but after their conversation in the bathroom, she would probably appreciate a support swap.

He climbed the stairs, and when the group saw him, it was Willow who first reached out. “Hey, how’s it going?”

“I’d like to talk to Luz,” he said, and Luz jumped, fumbling a handful of abomination balloons.

“Me?”

“Yeah,” said Gus. “If it’s alright.”

“Oh!” Luz smiled awkwardly. “Sure thing!” She dropped the balloons and walked with him down to the basement, shifting awkwardly on her feet. “Sorry you got overwhelmed. I know the mall was a lot. And if I trauma-dumped and -“

This was not what he needed. “Luz, not right now. Please."

“Right,” Luz winced, pushing at her hair as if to push her own anxiety back. Gus appreciated it; he knew how hard it was for her, when she was barely functioning herself half the time. Maybe Luz wasn't the best choice for comfort - what he really needed was his dad. Someone to just spill everything to, who could give him true, wise advice and take care of things for him. But Luz was the only one Gus could think of who might have some kind of similar experience or knowledge to him, besides Hunter, and he wasn't ready to drop that reveal to him yet.

“So…" she said, sitting next to him. "What's going on?”

“Do you feel safe in the human realm?”

Luz blinked. “I…well, it’s a lot safer than the demon realm. I can’t randomly get eaten by a monster.”

“Yeah, but…”

Luz shifted awkwardly. “I don’t know. I don’t feel at home, that’s for sure.”

“How do you deal with it? With so many people who want to hurt you?”

“What? Do you think someone wants to hurt you?”

“No, but I know that - ” He had to phrase this carefully. “I know a lot of the history of your world. Real history, not what I thought it was. Even just this town, it was a town of witch-hunters, and I guess I didn’t realize how hostile the human realm might be to us.”

Luz stopped her nervous fidgeting and an uncharacteristic bitterness graced her features. “Yeah, humans have a way of hurting everything we touch.”

Gus pulled out his stim toy to bend and play with as they talked. It was easier to look at the colorful beads than into Luz’s eyes. “Humans have always been my special interest. You know that. And when I thought about coming to the human realm, it was always supposed to be this fun adventure, where I’d be an ambassador and show people magic, and they could teach me about all their weird tech. And I do love learning about all the cool stuff here. I mean, you can make your own plushies here! But also, if I told them about magic, if they saw my ears, I don’t think it would be good.”

“Yeah, I…I wouldn’t do that.”

“When you tried to correct me about human realm stuff, I didn’t listen. I was just so taken in by the wonder, I wasn’t prepared for this.”

“I experienced something similar, when I came to the Isles. I thought it was going to be a more PG-fantasy world. And then about ten different people tried to eat me on my second day there.” Luz chuckled nervously.

“Yeah,” Gus laughed. “Knowing you in the first few weeks, I’m surprised you lasted so long. I kind of expected you to be reported dead any day that first month.”

“Hey!”

They laughed together, until Gus turned solemn again. “I know both worlds have their issues. I didn’t expect the human realm to be perfect. I just didn’t know it would be so structured around hating someone like me.”

Luz closed her eyes, leaning against the wall like Gus. “Yeah…I know.” The two sat in silence for a while, until Luz spoke again. “I’m surprised you wanted to talk to me. I know I haven’t been the most present of the group.”

“I thought you’d be the best one to understand the experience of having kind of naïve expectations about something and then getting crushed with brutal reality.”

“Titan Gus. That’s a way to put it. But, yeah. I guess we both get a little carried away with fantasy. It’s easy to do, when the real world is so…”

“So…”

“Yeah.”

“The human realm was like this escapist thing, something I could delve into and study and it made me happy, even when people at Hexside just mocked me. But now it’s the human realm causing me issues and as much as I do love it, I just want to get back home. I want to see Hexside and I want to see my dad.”

“We’re going to find your dad. I know it. You’re not trapped here forever.”

Gus wiped the developing snot from his nose. “I know.”

“Can I put my hand on your shoulder?”

The smile she gave him was so dimmed from the giant, beaming smiles she used to give, but the tender kindness in it had never been dulled. “I wish it wasn’t this way. Your special interest should be something safe. I know how lost it feels when you realize everything you’ve been believing in isn’t really as you thought. It’s like you just lose your whole sense of purpose. Like, you don’t even know what to do with yourself anymore.” She dug her nails into her jacket and for a moment Gus worried she might actually be hurting herself. But then she released her arm and looked up at him, tears in her eyes. “You’re a good friend, Gus. I’m sorry your dream didn’t turn out how you thought. I’m sorry you’re trapped here. I’m really sorry.”

“It’s not your fault.”

Luz breezed past his statement. “Anyway. Even when I feel lost, I usually end up finding something special, even if I thought it was all a waste. Sometimes I’d be so set on something, I’d think it was all over and pointless if it didn’t happen, but then I’d find something totally unexpected that was even better. You just…you never know. You never know what things can turn out to be good after all, or at least not totally bad, or maybe it is bad but you’ll find something else. And, I just want you to know even if the human realm can be awful, your friends are going to protect you. You’re not alone. That’s how I survived the Boiling Isles, and it’s how you can survive here. Even though it’s a bit different since no one wants to eat you. Unless we have a cannibal cult in the woods that I didn’t know about.”

“What? Cannibals are real?” Despite his anxiety, Gus couldn’t help the excitement; finally something he read about could be true.

“Uh, yeah, they do exist, just not in Gravesfield. Well, I guess you never know, it’s not really something that’s advertised. But it’s really rare.”

Cannibals had been one of the things Gus had been skeptical of. He had loved the concept, but doubted they really existed, and now Luz was telling him it was one of the few things his human books got right? “Oh wow!”

“I didn’t know you’d be so interested.”

“Are you kidding me? Humans eating other humans? Twisted cravings hiding beneath the surface of even the most benign smile? Is that person who just smiled at you on the street thinking about how you’d taste? Designing a recipe at this very moment? Of course that would interest me! Did any cannibals say what humans taste like? I wonder if they taste different from witches.”

Gus was so grateful to feel his interest reignited, the fascination and wonder lighting up in his brain, easing him out of his despair into comfort once more.

“Okayyyy my dude, I’ll try to help you research cannibals later. But, uh, see? The human realm isn’t all bad.”

“No, it’s not. So much of it is amazing.” And it was. Sometimes the human realm was even better than he hoped. It was such a confusing mix.

“Yeah! There’s so many good people here, so many amazing things to see and do. And, yeah, maybe you’re better off asking Vee about those, but even I can appreciate a lot of it, and even if there’s a lot of bad, there’s good too. Sometimes it’s just among the people you love but, hey. We have loved ones right here.”

“Thanks, Luz.”

“You deserve to enjoy the human realm. No, not even that, the human realm should be honored that someone as cool as Gus Porter came to visit. It should be ashamed it didn’t live up to your standards. Uh, mainly because of how many people it hurt, but also because it disappointed you, the coolest and best person to ever enter it.” She grinned. “So I think it better have a lot of cool stuff to show you to help make up for that. It better be on its knees begging to be worthy of your attention.”

Gus laughed. “Well, if cannibals are real it’s definitely still worthy.” He pulled her into a hug, squeezing her tight just like she, him, and Willow used to do so often before. “You’re a really good friend too, Luz. It’s nice to laugh with you again. We should do it more often.”

Luz’s voice wavered as she hugged him back. “I think so too.”

Gus pulled away from the hug, and his eyes fell on the cardboard box he had carried into the basement with him. “Oh! Speaking of good things about the human realm, I forgot to show this to Emmeline!”

He tore open the box and grabbed the plushie from inside, placing it on the couch in front of the chameleon.

Emmeline squeaked and crawled toward it, eyes swiveling in different directions and watching it with suspicion.

“It’s you!” said Gus.

Emmeline looked at him skeptically. It does not look like me!

“Yeah it does.”

Emmeline ignored him in favor of continuing to eye her plushie counterpart with suspicion. She stuck out her tongue, licking the fabric, and leaped back. Not Palisman texture.

Luz watched them with an eager, genuine smile. “What does it feel like, having her talk in your head?”

“Nice! It’s nice to be able to have a conversation only me and her can hear. She always knows what I need and how to talk with me. Your Palisman will too.”

Luz’s eyes brightened, and she looked more hopeful than he’d seen her in a long time. “I can’t wait.”

Gus grinned back, then turned to Emmeline. “Hey, I’m going to go upstairs to help decorate. Be good with your twin sister, okay?” Gus gave both the plushie and the real animal a pat. Emmeline stared in bafflement. This is not a Palisman. How can it be a twin sister?

Gus left her to her confusion, taking Luz’s hand but then pausing at the steps. “Wanna race upstairs the fun way?”

Luz knew exactly what he meant; the group had tried to host multiple races like this until Camila forbade it due to the noise. She sent him a devious smirk. “You’re on!”

The two got into position side-by-side, palms on the same step and feet on the basement floor, ready to push off.

“Three…two…one…go!”

They took off, running up the stairs on all fours and laughing as they bumped into each other. At the very end Luz leaped for the door knob at the same time he did and they crashed into the upstairs room, sprawled on the floor.

Amity, who had been directly in their path, yelped, dropping an armful of decorations and springing backward. “Guys! What are you doing?”

Luz and Gus only laughed harder at the sight, and Amity’s ears went from a flat, annoyed line to lifting with hope at the sight of Luz’s joy.

“Come on, I’ll help you clean up,” Luz giggled, and she shot Gus one last happy expression. For a moment it was back to how it was, two silly friends having fun, and Luz was able to break through whatever cloud hung over her to help him. A brief breakthrough he was going to cling to for further hope.

Gus got to his feet, looking around as his friends worked at their tasks. Once the decorations were complete, all that was left was to hide them in Camila’s room and wait to unleash them on the big day.

Despite everything, they seemed to have a solid party planned. More important than that, there was so much passion and love put into it, and Gus couldn’t be happier to be part of a group like this. A group that loved and protected so much, whether it was through physical combat or doing silly racing games on the stairs.

Never would he have imagined he would be stuck terrified in the realm of his special interest, lost from his family and home. But he also never would have imagined he would be surrounded by so many loving friends, people who would do anything for him, big or small. He only wished they didn't have to do it themselves. More than anything in the world, he wanted a hug from his dad, and to spill it all to him, everything he was feeling inside. How could they fix this alone?

Well, he couldn't pick a better group to try. He smiled at all their happy, busy determination. He was confident one day he would be able to tell Hunter what he knew, and Hunter would be able to tell the others. They’d figure it out together, even if they stumbled with it. He flexed the dinosaur stim toy for comfort, then went to ask Amity how he could help.

Part 1 can be found here

Part 2 can be found here

Part 3 can be found here

Part 4 can be found here

#the owl house #toh #gus porter #emmeline bailey marcostimo #luz noceda #willow park #the owl house fanfiction #toh fanfic

[julianobungus]

I want to hear all about baby Belos’s best moments! His first time regressing, his first thank you, his first (official) return to the human realm, his first birthday with the family, his first time trying ice cream, his first crush, etc… ( sorry I have issues)

No worries! I like a challenge:

1 - He regressed after being asked to draw and play to relax, all under the watchful eye of Luz the human. It just sorta happened after that as he drifted off into that headspace of ease and comfort.

2 - He fell at hurt himself, and after Luz tended to him, he thanked her.

3 - about 8 months into the regression therapy/arrangement. He went to spend time with Vee and Camila, with Hunter and Luz with him at all times. It was uneasy and shaky at first, but even Vee came to love the pipsqueak.

4 - Belos' first birthday was one year - to the day - after the therapy started, and after his, Luz and Hunter's family was set up. It was a sizeable party - Camila, Eda, King, and Vee were there, alongside Lilith and Willow. His besties the Collector, Gus and Edric were there too! That's where he got his plushie, Winnipeg.

5 - It was when he went to the Human Realm. He wasn't regressed when this happened, but he was taken aback all the same by how simple yet sweet it was.

6 - The Collector! His oldest pal. They're sugary sweet sweethearts who do nearly everything together.

#bellector #dead dove do not eat #dead dove #Baby Belos AU #anti anti #antis dni #anti dni

[tinyghostotus]

There's a lot of thoughts I'm having about the new episode so I'm just going to throw them all down here!!

Willow and Gus first meeting was so adorable. They care for each other so much,,,

I'm also glad we got to see Amity and Willow work on their relationship. There's a lot of work to be done on their side and I'm glad the show is showing it instead of ignoring that

Gus continues to be strong!! I'm just curious if he'll eventually start to learn how to control that magic more. Willow seems to have some control so maybe Gus will start to learn, too?? Because that illusion spell could be pretty handy in future battles

Hunter was caught trying to learn what a Grimwalker is via books at Hexside. If they're something in books, perhaps someone like Lilith has information on them?? And we'll learn through her???

Belos wanting Hunter back is making me question if Belos wants to kill him or, because of how much of a hassle replacing right now will be, if Belos plans on using that tea Terra makes on him...

We got to see more photos!! By looking at them, I believe we can confirm Willow is 15 now (Dana said she was 14 before S2 aired). I mean, it makes sense; she was seen blowing out a candle, Dana said she wanted some birthdays (or at least Luz's) in the show if we had a full S3, and Skara - one of the kids in Willow's class - turned 15 in S1. So I'm guessing Willow turned 15 off screen in S2A

The one that currently has me confused is the one with Mattholomule. He's wearing a party hat but Gus isn't... Was it Matt's birthday? Gus'?? Somebody else's???

That little earring Gus picked up is going to have a big part in a future episode (that's obvious to me). But will Gus repeat the illusion spell again but when he has more control?? Because that'll be interesting!! Though I don't know how well it'll work on Belos because of the whole omnipresent thing

My love for Bump continues to bloom

It's nice to see Hunter learning to open up more!! I fear that the Belos stuff is foreshadowing stuff for the future

The fact that Matt decided to also join illusions track-

Gus has changed his life and views on that type of magic so much. Its adorable,,,

Willow mentioned going to The Owl House at some point to see coven guards... I wonder if those guards will end up staying there in case the inhabitants attempt to return??

If that's the case, is Hooty going to be okay?? He kind of, you know, rips himself apart to go on adventures. How long can his body stay good when torn into two??

I can't remember the scout's name but the Tiny Cat Coven one,,,, I love,,,,,

Also glad that the Illusion Coven Head is on Belos' side. Idk why but the idea of the heads being split between loyal and disloyal to Belos sounds great. Could also mean more heads fighting each other in the future

I do want to know who is on what side, though. And are there some who are just neutral on it?? Like they know what Belos is doing is bad but they also just don't care??

If eyes glow to show that a witch is using strong magic, what does that mean about the witches we saw in Belos' memories?? The sigils made their eyes glow... Did something force too much magic into them and that made them like that?? Like their bodies weren't ready for a sudden overflow of so much power that they just shut down??

My only issue with this episode is that we still don't have a name for Gus' palisman. What is that little guy called??? I need to know..........

I like how Hunter instantly knew that that Willow was a fake because the real Willow wouldn't be afraid of him

Which he's right!! Look at all of the times Willow dragged him into the ground. She fears no soul

Thinking back to Hunting Palismen... Do you think the kids could have used temporary tattoos?? The Emperor's Coven thought Hunter was wearing one while, as far as we know, it seems to be real. Because of that, do you think the kids could get away with temporary tattoos??

Seeing how kids fought in that episode is making me hope we'll see them all fight together again. Hopefully with Luz involved!!

Also Gus using glyphs again in this episode-

I think Willow is the only one who hasn't used them yet?? Wonder if she'll ever use them at some point. Especially since we've seen that plant magic and ice appears to work well together

Ngl I kind of hoped that the abomintron would have done more?? They're supposed to be weapons and it took Luz and Amity so long to take one down before...

Unless a bunch of teenagers was too much for just one of them

But it is nice to see why Belos bought them in the first place. We know he's just using them to force witches to do what he wants

That and his men keep quitting and joining other covens again

I wonder if the Hexside kids and staff we saw in this episode are going to have a bigger role again later. Is Bump going to relive his youth and burn some Emperor's Coven related down this time around?? He already destroyed a school after all!!

If the scout who quit threw off the mask thing... Does that mean Steve is still in the Emperor's Coven when we see him again?? Or does he just really like that mask??

I honestly wonder where those like Eda are. We've learnt that Hunter ran away and decided to hide at Hexside but he never mentioned coming across them. I feel like going to Gwen and Dell would be a bad idea (family is probably the second place the EC will look) so... Where exactly are they??

Are they currently hiding in the BATTs' old hide out?? Or somewhere else??

#The Owl House #The Owl House spoilers #ask to tag #it's 8am so I'm honestly just throwing random thoughts on here #I'll probably make better posts later when I'm not tired and have rewatched the episode

[cowprintsillies]

Hunter seeing Caleb in the mirror- but i comedied it

Hunter cannot sleep. The mattress is uncomfortable no matter how many times he turns over, the tag on his clothes is itchy and everything is to hot or too cold and everything sucks.

He sighs and stares at the ceiling and rubs his tired eyes. Continuous sleepless night number 3. His friends are going to kill him. He knew that logically he needs more sleep, but they’ve really been making their point recently. Hunter recalls the time Amity asked what shade his eye bags were so she could by eyeshadow in that colour.

He wonders what stage of sleep deprivation he’s at.

Hunter resolved himself to his fate and stands up in a perfect imitation of an absolutely plastered new born deer.

Now he as options. He frog blinks and takes a few good seconds to remember which way is left before deciding to head to the bathroom and down a glass of water and maybe eat some instant noodles afterwards.

Hunter steps over the uncoordinated mess of limbs that make up the rest of the slumber party with a surprising amount of precision for someone running on yesterday’s microwaved pizza and a dream. (it isn’t a slumber party, Camilla didn’t have enough space in the house and the group unanimously decided to sleep on the floor of Luz’ room.)

Slipping on his obligatory slippers (they pink fluffy ones Luz insisted he get, for reasons beyond him. What even was Undertale?)

He finds the doorway through muscle memory alone, then makes the mistake of forgetting the squeaky floorboard right outside of it. For a second, the fear of God itself enters Hunter and he stands completely frozen for a good minute because if Willow wakes up there’s a real threat that she strangles him herself for being up so late.

The universe pities him for once and Willow remains conked out in the blanket pile. Hunter let’s out a long breath, threat to his life averted.

He awkwardly feels along the wall until he momentarily blinds himself when turning the bathroom light on. He’s arrived at his destination with zero casualties. Success.

Hunter stares at the cracked wall tile 3 from the ceiling as if it would solve the meaning of life. Yep, he’s definitely feeling the effects of sleep deprivation.

Right, water. Cup. Drink the water, tell your internal thoughts to piss off. Sounds good.

Luz’s bathroom is cluttered. It felt very lived in, you could say. Especially with the new addition of 4 new toothbrushes Camila got them at Tescos for £2.50. The Emperor’s Coven wasn’t cluttered. And Belos certainly didn’t have a Good Witch Azura nightlight perched on the sink.

His hands turn the tap on before Hunter acknowledges he’s doing it, like his brain is a millisecond behind with a bad frame rate or something. Probably half delirious he decides the best course of action is to throw water in his face in hopes it shocks him into sentience.

And by god does it do that. He curses and wipes freezing cold water out of his eyes, definitely awake now. Fuck.

While filling up his plastic cup he turns his gaze to the mirror and does a double take.

Hunter looks at the reflection of a man he should not recognise. And yet he knows exactly who he is because He recognises him in his cheekbones, his nose or the way that one strand of hair never falls right.

Caleb Wittebane is looking back at him.

All Hunter can do is flinch backwards and continue the impromptu staring contest from his place on the floor in a state of shock.

Do sleep deprived hallucinations last this long? Hunter lifts a hand. Caleb lifts a hand.

Huh. Odd.

He goes back to the mirror. Hunter’s fear morphs into cautious confusion. He blinks and Caleb blinks. He waves and Caleb waves. He flips him off and Caleb does it back. Ha.

He should definitely be more worried over whatever the hell is happening but he’s also not properly slept for 48 hours, so Hunter continues doing random things in the mirror completely confused over why Caleb seems to be his reflection.

That’s when he notices Caleb lagging behind for a second. Hunter pauses. Caleb pauses a second after. Now that is more worrying.

Hunter slowly lifts his cup. Caleb lifts his cup. Hunter has a very stupid hypothesis. And Hunter has a very stupid experiment in mind.

He raises the cup over himself then pours the water directly over his head, and Caleb does the same.

Then splutters something sounding like “curse the lord” and wipes his sobbing hair out of his face.

Hunter stares in shock for a moment before cold water runs down the back of his shirt shocks him out of it and hastily dry his hair off with a towel. Titan, thats definitely cause for concern.

When he pulls the towel off his face Hunter is greeted with a drenched and completely unimpressed Caleb in the mirror. ‘Angry wet cat Caleb’, as Luz would probably say.

Hunter didn’t really think past this point and just blurts out the obvious question.

“Why are you in my mirror?”

“The hell was that for, man?”

Apparently Caleb had the same idea. Holy shit he can talk.

“You can talk?”

Caleb tries to semi-successfully shake the water out of his hair like a dog.

“Yes i can talk.”

Hunter looks incredulous.

“A) why are you in my mirror B) how are you in my mirror and C) why were you copying me?”

“Fuck if i know, fuck if i know, fun.”

Hunter sighs. This is not what he thought would happen if he ever met Caleb. Speaking of, the other buts into his train of thought.

“My turn to ask a question. Why was your first instinct to dump water on us?”

“I have had no cohesive sleep for the past 48 hours and I’m still partly convinced you’re a hallucination.”

Despite Caleb’s existence being literally coded into his DNA but Hunter has never wanted him to fuck off more than right this minute. It’s still the-sun-hasn’t-even-risen-yet early and Hunter really didn’t need this today.

“You good kid? Your eye bags are rivalling mine and I’m a corpse.”

Hunter has half a mind to just walk out the room and forget this ever happened. Instead he sighs and looks at Caleb.

“Can you get out of the mirror and back into, i don’t know, wherever the hell you were before?”

Caleb thinks for a moment. Then knocks on the glass. That’s weird as hell.

“That’s weird as hell.”

Caleb makes a noise of agreement. Whatever was going on with Luz’s bathroom mirror was too much for the both of them to comprehend in their current states.

Hunter decides to come up with a compromise.

“Listen dude, I’m still operating on the logic that i must be dreaming or something fucked up so I’ll make you a deal. I go back to bed and forget this happened, and if you’re still here in the morning i can deal with it then because it is 5:30am and I’m still used to waking up at 6. Capiche?”

Caleb grins at the sheer audacity and nods.

“I haven’t got any other ideas, so we’ll go with that.”

“Great.”

Hunter turns heel and walks out the door.

“Are those… fluffy pink slippers?” Caleb calls from behind him.

“Oh don’t diss the slippers-“

A new voice floats down the hall.

“Hunter? Who are you talking too?”

Oh fuck oh shit that’s Willow. Turns out he’s been caught not sleeping after all. And it’s all Caleb’s fault. Damn it.

#This if from back whne i had #the owl house #brainrot

[jadeisbetterrrr]

lumity shiz

AFTER THEH DEFEAT BELOS

"hey luz?" amity said looking at her book. "yeah ams?" the latina respnded with, "so my dad just asked me a super scary question and i need your answer." amity said quickly not taking her eyes off her scroll. "well what is it?" "he just said "hey mittens, your aunt amelia is hosting a party and i wanted to know if you wanted to bring luz?" and like i'm super nervous rn." amity said. they then looked at eachother for a brief, quiet moment.

"w-well is your family nice?" luz stuttered. "i mean, theyre like super posh but yeah they're nice." "hmmmmm this is a really tough decision" "just kidding! of course i'll go silly, i love you" "i love you too, but now i'm super nervous" "me too" luz then sneakily slid her hand around amitys waist as she tackled her and luz cuddled into amitys chest as they both dozed off.

"i'm sleepy" luz whispered. "me too" amity responded she planted a sleepy kiss to the top of luzs head as she brought her closer like a teddy bear. they then stayed quiet as they both drifted off to sleep knowing they didn't have anything to worry about. they just needed to exist and that would be enough. nobody would bother them, other than two green haired twins.

thirty minutes after they had been sleeping there was a sudden burst at the door revealing the twins. "HEY GUYS! WHAT ARE WE DOINNNN" ed yelled after landing on his youngest sisters bed. "awake now, what do you guys want?" "well hello to you too mittens, hi luz" emira said walking toward the bed and sitting down. luz then waved and buried her face into amitys chest as amity repositioned herself to make luz comfortable.

"aw you guys are so sweet you're going to make my teeth rot" edric said cupping his face with his hand. "you're mad because you haven't pulled anyone after a second date" amity said pointing at him. "oh my titan ed she got you goood" emira said giggling. "and em don't get me started on you, when you first met your ex you guys moved in after 2 weeks of dating and broke up a day later." emira then hit amity as luz pointed up a finger and said "oooh she got you good" and chuckled.

after chatting for a bit the twins left and now the girlfriends were left alone. "amity?" luz whispered. "yeah?" "i love you." she responded. amitys heart would always skip a beat when she said those three words. "i love you too luz noceda." amity replied as she chuckled softly and lifted up luzs face to plant a kiss on her lips and rubbed her cheek with a soft smile as she pulled luz closer dreading having to let her go. they then fell asleep in eachothers arms as they both had a dreamless sleep.

authors note: I LOVE LUMITY SM OMGGGGGG

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