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klausinamarink · 5 months

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The Munson Jinx

rating: T | cw: Eddie’s near-death experience, blood, mention of anxiety attack | tags: hurt/comfort, happy ending, getting together | wc: 885

written for @steddieholidaydrabbles | Dec 10: First kiss

Eddie hates first kisses.

In his experience, kissing a stranger’s lips always goes wrong. You can ask Isabelle Thesault, the first and only girl he’d kissed who never spoke to him again after he threw up on her face in seventh grade and ruined her Barbie t-shirt. Or Riley Nicks, who immediately punched him in their freshman year. Or David Young, a drunk jock who threw up in Eddie’s mouth and ruined his appetite for two days. Or Mortimer Lee, who bit Eddie’s lower lip and tongue too hard. Or that one older guy at the Bloomington bar which gave Eddie an explosive anxiety attack. Or-

You get the gist.

Hence, first kisses have snuck into the Munson Doctrine. You shall not passionately make out with another man. Remember the Isabelle incident if you’re tempted.

That is not to say that Eddie still yearns for that kind of romantic connection. There’s really nothing more intimate than letting the barriers down and allow another person to come close and gently kiss you. But that’s all Eddie can do: imagine a perfect scenario where nothing happens and the Munson jinx doesn’t foil another kiss.

Then the Munson jinx seems to move on from let’s make Eddie’s every first kiss horrible to let’s turn Eddie’s life a literal nightmare where bone-breaking interdimensional wizards exist.

At least Steve Harrington’s in it this time.

To be honest, Eddie doesn’t have much to say about Steve. Sure, he thought the old King of Hawkins was a douche, but after seeing him try and help out with Eddie’s new life as a murder suspect and kill a demon bat with his bare hands-

To say that Steve is a nice guy might be an understatement.

But he squashes down the newborn puppy crush. He’s seen how Steve’s gaze lingers on Nancy recently, back on the boat and here as they walk through the Upside Down. He thinks about how lonely Steve had been a couple years back after the breakup. So Eddie tells Steve about going for that second chance and this time, Nancy Wheeler will stay.

Except while Eddie is talking, he notices that Steve’s just looking at him. His eyes are briefly unfocused, flickering twice to Eddie’s lips-

Oh no.

Eddie just stands there with wide eyes like an idiot, panicking internally, thinking back to Isabella and Riley and that Bloomington man as Steve starts to lean closer-

When a tremor sends them falling on their asses, Eddie’s thinking how lucky he is that this happened before Steve’s lips touched his.

They don’t talk about it. It’s been a blur of frantic panic and cold planning to kill Vecna once and for all that Eddie kind of forgets about the incident.

Until he lies bleeding on the frigid ground with Henderson weeping over him, only for Steve’s head to shove into Eddie’s blurry view.

The first thing he feels is Steve’s lips on his, breathing a lungful into his coppery mouth.

Immediately, Eddie jerks away. Stupid flashbacks of spoiled kisses flash before his eyes, which were way worse than his own life.

“Don’t move, idiot!” Steve shouts at him, hands pressing firmly against one of Eddie’s bite wounds on his side.

Eddie tries to say something back, but instead spits out a gross glob of blood and mucus and promptly blacks out.

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“Any five’s?”

“Go fish.”

Eddie grumbles and drops the cards on his lap, “Now this is unfair. Taking advantage of a hospital patient like this.”

Steve gives an amused huff as he takes Eddie’s cards and reshuffles the deck. It’s been part of a weird routine once Eddie had woke up and slowly regained his motor muscles. Steve visits, they talk about whatever (mostly the kids or Hawkins gossip), play some cards, share a questionably tense staring contest, and Steve leaves.

This time, Steve breaks it and asks, “Are you still okay with me?”

Eddie blinks at him, fighting off exhaustion, “Hm, what?”

Steve just stares down at the cards. “You know that I tried to kiss you. Back at those woods.” He says with clipped words, almost like he’s trying to suck out any hint of emotions. “Just say you’re not comfortable with me and I’ll get out of your hair, man.”

Eddie stares at him. Steve, the man who tried to kiss him once and then again just to save Eddie’s life even as he nearly choked on his own blood. Steve, who does everything for his kids and friends, including Eddie who’s still too new to this shit.

Steve, who sees something desirable in Eddie and wanted to kiss him.

Before Steve can get up, Eddie shifts closer and cups the man’s face with his palm. He closes his eyes, barely catching Steve’s startled look, and leans in.

For a moment, nothing happens. It’s good because nothing is going to be ruined. But then it’s bad because Eddie can feel how stock-still Steve is. However, just as he starts to pull away, Steve seems to spark to life and his lips chases after him. His hand gently grips onto Eddie’s bicep, making Eddie smile at the contact.

As they safely make out in the sterile hospital room without either of them throwing up or freaking out, Eddie mentally gives the finger to the Munson jinx.

#klaus writes #steddieholidaydrabbles #steddie

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nunalastor · 2 months

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I'm in the middle of a state exam prep so someone pls write this:

Memory loss AU either way:

Al - he gets spelled/sth sth and looses his memory since he arrived at hell and turns into his human looks without access to his powers. Obvsly the others have to TRY to keep it at the down low and protect him and try to figure out how to change him back. They can't tell him certain stuff directly without causing Al pain and him only hearing static so they figure out he has to remember these things himself. Since Luci is the strongest and a natural recluse he stays with him at the hotel and later castle and bit by bit Luci gets absolutely smitten with this adorable insane and brilliant man. He makes him feel alive again. Cue them being absolutely obvsly pining idiots and it doesn't help that with every interaction and miscommunication, since they are hella dogey and vague all the time, Al starts to question what his relationship woth the devil is and starts to believe he somehow ended up married and adopted Charlie (or that maybe somehow with magic charlie is his hehe) and is lowkey freaking out inside.

(For everything he remembers his demon traits slowly come back, ears teeth hooves etc)

Luci - he turns into his pre-fallen self by some misguided scheme/apology by Sera and doesn't remember everyone, including Charlie. Everyone is walking on eggs and isn't telling him the truth because he's so happy and carefree

So they unconsciously start avoiding him, except for Alastor ofc. The Angel charmed and for some reason unable to NOT notice the demon starts having feelings for him. Alastor on his side starts off by the intention of manipulation and chaos only to realise he would rip anyone apart who would try to hurt "his" angel down the line and takes him by surprise.

Meanwhile Sera is trying to convince her Brother to return to heaven und tries to distance him from the others, appealing to his yearning for his siblings and getting to know their newest sister Emily.

Somehow Luci finds out the whole truth and for his family and Alastor decides to fall again and regain his memories, staying with the people he loves most, choosing them over heaven again.

👀

#hazbin hotel #radioapple #lucifer #appleradio #radio apple #apple radio #alastor #nunalastor asks #headcanon

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heavencanbeaprisontoo · 4 months

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Living with Thomas Shelby Headcanons

Notes: These hcs were made for an AU were Grace doesn’t reunite with Tommy.

Warnings: Fluff, angst, PTSD, some suggestive language, violence.

Domestic Headcanons

-Tommy is a man that wants his home to be a symbol of sanctuary and his hard-won wealth. Arrow House accomplished that goal. A massive manor made of brick and stone, it reminds you of Tommy in a way. Solid, cold, secretive… hollow. It takes a lot for you to get used to living there. After some time passes, Arrow House’s interior starts to reflect more of your personal tastes. It adds a warmth that was lacking. Tommy won’t admit it, but he’s grateful for it.

- The servants take some adjusting to, absolutely. Tommy actually cracks a smile when you jump at the soft voice of a maid from the doorway. He’s less amused when that jump rips you from his lap. The way Tommy acts in his home, you would think it’s just the two of you living there. He has little issue pushing you to his desk or pinning you to a wall to have his fill of you.

- If you show any sign of knowing how to ride a horse, or that you would like to learn, expect dates on horseback. These dates aren’t necessarily filled with chatter, but you enjoy them. Tommy relaxes in a way you don’t normally see. Traveling over the hills and across these wide plains with him feels so peaceful. Sometimes he talks of his heritage with you. How his mother would tell him stories of his father’s courting of her. They would ride alone, in secret. Horses are precious to his people, as is this time spent with you. A part of him likes seeing that you can live in both worlds with him. Challenge him to a race and you’ll watch the years fall from his face. He becomes almost boy like when he charges past you, perhaps even cracking a smile when he wins.

- He knows many riddles and jokes, he used to say them often. You only found out about it when he told a few silly jokes to a stable boy who had sprained his ankle while working. The boy was terrified Tommy would fire him. He sent him home with his month’s wages and told him to get well.

- When you start sleeping in the same bed as Thomas Shelby as his partner and not just his lover, get ready. His demons always catch up to him in his dreams. He thrashes some nights. Once, Tommy woke you with a scream. The Devil of Small Heath is quick to regain his composure, but you swear you saw him wipe tears from his cheeks. He doesn’t like to be comforted. At least that’s how he tries to act the first few hundred times you attempt to console him. Over time, he lets you hold him. It’s a bit silly. This man let you move in with him and share his bed, yet it took him so long to just let you see him be weak.

Relationship Headcanons

- Beneath all the new money and designer suits beats the heart of a simple man. He likes to read the paper in the mornings and (when he was still drinking) have a splash of whiskey in his coffee. Little homemade things like a lunch packed for him will fluster him. If you rush him with such a thing for him to take with him, it’ll make his day. He will try to refuse, but he doesn’t mean it. Write him a simple note with a kiss. You might just find a stack of these little notes in his desk one day.

- Tommy gets up at odd hours as his sleep is rarely if ever regular. There are mornings where you roll over and his spot in the bed is cold. You call the family office and hear from his secretary that he’s been in for hours. And the sun isn’t even up. That leaves you a lot of time alone in the house. You get to know the staff very well for this reason. Tommy sometimes looks to you to remember the names of butlers or cooks before he makes a specific request or reprimand. The servants all generally like you a lot more than Tommy because of this.

- Lingering touches and soft kisses to the cheek are frequent behind closed doors. Only. No PDA. He hates to look soft. Do not do cute things in front of his men. It will irritate him. That said, privately? He likes to take a seat on the bed you share and have you stand between his legs so he can hold you close. Stare up at you like you hang the stars. Pull you on top of him as he lays back. Perfect way to end a day in Tommy’s opinion.

- Thomas Shelby is a man who loses as much as he gains. People cannot be counted on without fear in his world. No matter how much he loves you, there will always be doubt. Doubt that you won’t survive loving a man like him. Doubt that your loyalty may be decaying with every cold word and impassive wave he sends your way. This is only one of his quirks that have you contemplating homicide on a bad day.

- Part of his fear surrounding you is that he is a man that does not fall first, but he falls harder. You may not always see it, but he would burn the world for you. He will kill for you. If you ever killed for him, Tommy would know his fears were for nothing. Head wouldn’t know what to do with himself after. He’s never had a lover that would watch his back for him like you. Tommy would never ask for you to do it again. Ever. But knowing you’re as dark-hearted as him might make him more open to strategizing with you. Make you his confidant. The Lilith to his Lucifer.

#peaky blinders #peaky blinders headcanon #peaky blinders x reader #thomas shelby #thomas shelby x you #thomas shelby x reader #Thomas Shelby headcanon #tommy shelby

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blues824 · 11 months

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Imagen the female izuru Kamukura with yoriichi tsugikuni.

❤️A couple muzan fears so much he took a restraing order on them.

🖤Imagen kokushibo or Michikatsu reacting to his younger brother getting married to the ultimate hashira and seing them together.

❤️Who whoud be more powerful I don't know but I know if they ever have children they would be some powerful children.

🖤How would her react to his wife being the victim of lab experiments to make the ultimate talented child thx to her parents him reading her files what she has gone through.

❤️How would her react to her regaining her memories back and her old personality back from her cold personality her becoming a social butterfly.

🖤Him still having ptsd from his previous wife and child and when her learn she is with child him being worried and her calming him saying that she will be fine.

❤️They are there for each other helping each other with their ptsd understanding each other and supporting each other like a good husband and wife whoud do with each other.

🖤But what if she gets acedently turns in to a demon but she is like nezuko she doesn't need human flesh to survive a because of her luck she is immune to the sun.

(Don't they look perfect together)

*Quotes meme* I love everything I see on that paper (the request).

Yoriichi Tsugikuni

If you mix the creator of Breathing Styles with the only Hashira that can master them all, what do you get, my students? That’s right: Rip-Off Michael Jackson’s worst fear, as well as the Dollar Tree’s Halloween Spider’s object of envy! Yes, the latter is very jealous that his brother outdid him once again, but we’re not talking about them!

Anyways, the two of you had met after he had already lost his wife and his child, and you had gained the rank of Hashira beside him. You didn’t really understand his grief, but you would be there to listen whenever he needed someone to talk to. It was a bit unexpected for you, as he remained kind and dedicated to the Demon Slayer Corps even after all that had happened to him because of it. You never predicted it, so you fell for him because of it.

Yoriichi also learned more about you. You couldn’t remember your past, and because of the man’s desire to help everyone, he would try to help you get your memories back. He had to help you with your cold exterior, though. However, it all came back to you in a way that surprised you both: the scientists who had experimented on you had resurfaced and tried to get you back. The Corps did not allow you to kill other humans, but Tsugikuni, taking the place of a knight in shining armor, carried you on his back and ran away.

When he put you back down, he could see that you were stunned. Tears were falling down your face and you were shaking slightly. He gently held the sides of your face and made you look up at him, and he used his thumbs to wipe away your tears. Then you whispered something so low that only he could hear: I remember…

You were clutching a file that you had obtained from one of the scientists, and he took it from your hands and started to read it. Even from what he had seen in battle, he had never seen something like this. It was all gruesome, just to make the Ultimate Human Being. He immediately pulled you into his arms and just held you there, as your very small sniffles died down.

From that point on, he decided that you could not be left vulnerable or alone, thus for years he stayed by your side and looked to see if those scientists would ever come back. This led him to falling for you in return, and the two of you were wed. Now, your new husband was incredibly terrified that something would happen to you just like something happened to Uta, but you assured him that you were fine.

His worries only increased when he found that you were pregnant with his child. Sure, he was definitely very happy, but he was also very protective. When reaching your 8 month mark, he did not want you even getting up from bed, and he would get you anything he wanted. You had to remind him that exercise was good for the baby, but you understood where he was coming from.

Once you had gone into labor, he had already had the midwife living with you temporarily. There was no way that anything was going to go wrong this time, and your husband made sure of that. Well, everything went smoothly, and after 16 hours of painful labor, you gave birth to twins: a boy and a girl.

Hearing the cries of his children, he cried tears of joy. He placed a kiss on your forehead, telling you that he was so proud of you and that you are strong. The midwife, after cleaning the babies, handed the boy to you and the girl to him. Upon looking down at his daughter’s face, he noticed something on her forehead: his Demon Slayer Mark. The same mark was present on his son’s face as well.

As joyful as this moment was, the two of you had to be realistic: your children would be huge targets. So, you prepared your home accordingly. You knew that Yoriichi would soon have to go back to being a Demon Slayer, as Muzan was still out there and he needed to be taken down. You had your sword accessible to you, and there was a hiding place for the twins. The two of you even prepared a fake hiding spot for you to defend to trick any demons into thinking your children were hiding there.

Unfortunately, one day, when your husband was away on a mission, Muzan had attacked. He knew that no one besides him would be able to fight you, but his true target was your daughter and son. You fought him off and even injured the Demon Lord, but it was all in vain. Your last thoughts before he had turned you into a demon were ‘the kids are safe’. The transformation overtook your body, and you were left lying on the floor, asleep.

Hours later, Yoriichi came home to see blood splattered all over the floor, leading to you. He could hear your children crying, but before he could check on them, you had grasped his ankle, made him fall to the ground, and started attacking him. The look in your eyes, he knew that this wasn’t you. Eventually, he turned the two of you around and he was on top.

The only thing he could think was, ‘I failed again’. He eventually got your clawed hands pinned to the ground as he begged you to stop. He didn’t want to hurt you, and that’s why he did not have his sword drawn. After struggling for a bit, tears began to fall from your eyes as you recognized the man who you were trying to kill. As though everything was normal, Yoriichi held your face gently in his hands and wiped the tears away. Your hands went to cup his, but you felt your vision going a bit blurry. You were growing tired, and you passed out.

Once you had woken up, your husband asked what happened. You went on and on about how Muzan had attacked you to try and get to your children, but he spared them for some reason. Instead, he went for you, probably because you would be capable of predicting all Breathing Styles as well as master each and every Blood Demon Art. However, you didn’t seem to need flesh. Instead, you explained that you were still trying to protect your son and daughter.

‘Well, you were alive, and that’s all that mattered’, Yoriichi thought. You learned that you did not need to feed on humans, but rather very large amounts of sleep. Because he needed to make sure that no one knew you were a demon, he had you stay home with the children. Thus, you did not overexert yourself and fall into a deep sleep.

Even after your husband’s passing, the legend of the First Demon Slayer and the Ultimate Demon still circulated. Your children eventually grew up and had children of their own, who then had children, and it went on. You were aware that your family would become demon slayers, as you and your husband were. You even became a secret friend to Ubuyashiki, and wrote him a letter for each generation that went into the Corps. It was not just Urokodaki who convinced him to spare Nezuko’s life, but also your influence as well.

#demon slayer #demon slayer x reader #kimetsu no yaiba #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #kny #kny yoriichi x reader #kny yoriichi #kny x reader #yoriichi #yoriichi x reader #yoriichi tsugikuni #yoriichi tsugikuni x reader

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sweetbrier2908 · 6 months

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my scenario of what happens if we can go back to the original timeline.

You made pacts with all of them, and now what?

You regained your power, Solomon regained his power, and now what?

The brothers are surely happy now; Satan finally accepted his family; the others finally accepted their identities as demons; and the whole devildom finally accepted the brothers as their seven lords of hell.

And now what?

Now you're able to go back to your timeline, and now what?

You didn't belong to this world; you knew it from the bones, and when you go back, the brothers in this world will forget you completely; only your impact remains with them, and now what?

You had to go. You needed to go back. You knew for sure.

Solomon took you to the demon lord's castle and explained how it's time for you and him to go back to the human world (one more time, again, he had explained it before); Diavolo expressed his gratitude, and Barbatos said the portal was ready.

And there they were, behind your back. You had told them about this a few weeks ago, and you had said all sorts of goodbye. and there they were, looking at you. They thought your leaving was just temporary; they thought you would come back any time soon or they could come to the human world because you had promised you would summon them only if you could.

Barbatos opened the portal, and you turned your back to look at them for the last time ever. Those familiar faces, but you don't belong to this world, and you don't belong to those demons, as they don't belong to you.

Lucifer watched you leave with a straight face; somehow he knew that you would never come back, but... even if it was just his fantasy or the complete faith he put in you, or maybe he just loved you too much to expose your lie, your awful lie, he still wanted to see you again. Mammon couldn't bring himself to look at you; he never could. Your mammon in another timeline could never too, but you knew he was always watching you. Levi hung his head low, Satan waved at you, and Asmo cried. Beel gave you the saddest look that you knew would haunt you, and Belphie buried his face in his twin's chest.

You waved at them and mumbled, "I'll see you soon, I promise." You promised.

You didn't want them to see you cry. You will see them again soon, when you're back in your world. You would see them—or the version of themselves of thousands of years later—and you would be with them again, you promised.

Solomon wrapped his arm around your shoulder, and you two stepped through Barbatos's portal. When this portal takes you to the human world, Solomon will take both of you back to your own timeline. Yet you wondered, if this was a right decision?

You hardly remembered everything that happened after going through the portal. You felt dizzy, so you kept your eyes closed. You were pretty sure you were walking through several portals. Solomon was holding you in his arms the whole time, like he was scared that you would disappear from his life one more time and he couldn't bring you back.

After a while, Solomon stopped walking. He whispered into your ears, "Are you ready to go back?".

You couldn't answer. Are you ready? Are you really ready to go back? You still kept your eyes closed, and you could feel his grip on your shoulder just a little bit tighter.

You were scared.You didn't know why, but you were terrified. The strange look they once gave you still haunts you in the back of your mind. You were terrified. "What am I going to do if we can't get back? What am I going to do if I can't go back to them?". You were scared.

Maybe you were not ready yet, but you wanted to go back to them. You are the type of person who always keeps their promises.

“Let’s go, solomon.” You whispered back to your sorcerer. You could feel Solomon tighten his grip; you could hear him read the teleportation spell; and then you could feel yourself falling again.

One.

Two.

Three.

You landed on top of someone.

The whole room stared at you in disbelief.

The emerald eyes were staring into yours in disbelief.

And before you could ever know if you were actually back to your devildom or not, the devil you just landed on held you tight, and then there was his trembling voice: “You’re back.”

“I’m home.”

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bluegalaxygirl · 7 months

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First Bath togeather (Zosan X reader)

Zoro x Sanji X reader, polly relationship, established relationship, SFW and Reader is GN. Honestly started crying while writing this thats why it took me a whole days to make it.

Warning: past domestic abuse, descriptive scars, fluff, making out, Nudity but its sfw, a bit of Body worship

Plot: Inspired by Night routine. After being togeather for a long time the boys have never taken a bath or a shower with you. You work up the courage to join them but try to hid the scars of your past.

It's late at night when Zoro and Sanji walk into your shared room seeing you on the bed still in your day wear reading a book. "Hay love, were going to get a bath, want to join us?" Sanji asks while Zoro grabs the towels and cloths. You look up from your book the offer so tempting, about to respond yes you remember your back, the only part of your body you hate. "Sorry boys i'll take one later" you say seeing Sanji's face fall into a sad frown but he doesn't push it, both are really respectful towards you. No means No, thats been clear from day one. "Well, we'll see you later than" Zoro says placing a kiss on your forehead before leaving the room. Sanji does the same lingering a bit longer, a way of showing that he isn't upset with you even though he's sad about you not joining them.

You were just about to go back to reading but as the boys leave Robin enters saying hi to the boys as they leave. Normally she wouldn't enter without knocking but she had her serious face on, one you didn't see often and it scared you a little. "Urm... Hi Robin" you manage to get out as he sits at the end of the large bed "I though you said you were gonna join them this time?" A smile finally appearing on the woman's face making you relax a little. She's the only one you've told about your past and your scars, she's a great listener and advice giver. "I know. I just.... dont want them to see" placing the book on the night stand you sit on the edge of the bed next to her looking down at your feet. She places a hand on your back over one of your many scars under your shirt rubbing it lightly "They love you very much. these scars aren't going to change that" Robin's voice is sweet sounding almost like sprinkled sugar. Your eyes meet with hers, somehow you regain your courage and nod at her grabbing your towel and pj's.

You get changed out of your day cloths in the changing room next to the bathroom, accidentally catching a peek at your back in the long mirror, the sight catches you off guard. You always try to avoid the sight of your back but you never forgot what it looked like. Long, think, jagged, raised scars stretch across your back crisscrossing in some areas. The memory's with it cause you more pain than anything, memories you try so hard to forget and yet they linger. Your mother hated you always calling you "That Demon child", she didn't always hate you but something in her snapped one day, it started with hurtful words then being deprived of essential things and lastly when she was really mad at you ,getting her whip out and hitting you over and over again. Ignoring your screams for her to stop and the apologies you'd spurt out but not really knowing what to be sorry about. she made sure to only hurt your back,No one but her would be able to see it so she would't get in trouble by other family or friends. You believed all the things she said about you, you hated very part of yourself and thought that it was normal for her to hurt you. It was only when she kicked you out the house at age 10 that you started to learn what life was really like. The trauma stayed with you but you found self worth, you weren't weak or useless, you were strong, brave, kind and found love.

You wrapped a towel around you heading to the bathroom, hearing the sound of running water and laughter from the two boys. Your body stopped you just before entering the room, second thoughts flew through your mind all you could think of was what they would say. Zoro the worrier, the man who deliberately took a slash to chest as not to scar his back "scars on the back are a swords mans shame" You weren't a swords man but that didn't stop you form thinking that he would think less of you. Sanji the cook with amazing hands always admired your skin. He'd constantly complement it, the softness of your hands, cheek or legs. He says he loves every inch of you but would be really love the jagged rough scars on your back. You were about to turn tail and run when you heard a voice from the bathroom.

"Oi, who's their? Stop being a Perv and show yourself" Zoro's voice came from the bathroom, you can hear the tension in his voice. You take a breath and step out holding the long towel wrapped around you in a strong grip. "Y/N" Sanji yells from his place in the bath outstretching his arms to you "You can be a pervert all you want my Love" You laugh at the comment, the feeling of dread being push away. "Finally decided to join us?" Zoro asks beckoning for you to come over with one finger. They both looked so handsome in the steaming water. Zoro's back against the large bath looking back at you, his arms stretched out and a small towel on his head, his smile almost cocky as he flexes his index finger into his hand. Sanji kneeling in the bath the water just covering his waist, his thin yet chiseled chest on displace. his hair was wet, it sticking to his face shaping it perfectly, they took your breath away.

"My love. i know were both amazing to look at but id rather you admire us up close" Sanji's voice snapped you out of it a dark red blush forming on your face. Both boys had a large smile on their faces liking the way you looked at them "Sorry" you stiffen a little walking closer to the bath. Zoro held his hands up for you to take helping you step into the bath. The water warm and soothing to the touch, your feet where just in when Sanji took your hips it made you flinch and both boys noticed, a short of shocked look formed on their faces. "Im sorry my love did i do something wrong?" he asks taking his hands off your hips. You didn't mean to flinch, they were always so kind to you, never crossing any boundaries you set, their touch was something you love, never mean or hateful just full of love. You placed your hand on Sanji's shoulder reassuring him "No not at all... im just a little... nervous is all. Could you both not look please" The cook seems to relax at your words doing as he's told and turning his back to you, as much as he wants to look to see all of you he knows its best not to. he wants you to trust him knowing at some point he will see you just only when your ready. Zoro has no problem turning his back to you, he's confused as to why your so against them seeing you though, your always so confident in your self and take great care of your body so why hide it form them.

You take your towel off and place it on the side sitting down in the water, the warmth feels so nice on your skin washing away all of the days stress. You slide further down into the bath till the water is up to your collar bones, you would go lower but you'd be in a very uncomfortable position "Ok" you say after composing yourself. Zoro turns and moves over next to you placing his arm around you kissing your cheek, you lean in feeling more relaxed now the worst part is over. Sanji joins sitting next to you and lays his head on your exposed shoulder "there's no need to be nervous. We're not gonna do anything" Zoro states wondering if thats whats causing you to worry. you smile up at him and nod "I know. you both are really sweet" your hands reach out of the water to place a hand each on their cheeks rubbing your wet thumb over their cheek. Sanji takes your hand and kisses your palm humming slightly at your touch "So soft" he whispers into you hand, it sends shivers down your spine, he touches you with such gentle hands it makes you swoon over him.

After a little while of relaxing with them and feeling more comfortable Zoro grabs the soap and starts washing his arms while sanji takes his body wash and offers it to you. "Thank you" you wash your arms and face, lifting your legs out the water to wash them only for Zoro to take your leg in his hands "let me" he sates taking the soap and running it over your wet leg and foot. your transfixed by this you heart almost pounding out your chest. "Want me to get your back?" Sanji says placing a hand under the water and onto your lower back touching on of your many scars. You jolt away almost kicking Zoro in the face in the process "NO" The sudden change in you shocked the boys. if you weren't comfortable with something you would just tell them so but you've never yelled or acted out almost hitting them. Unfortunately your fight or flight response kicks in and this time your body chose flight. You stand up quickly about to grab your towel and run when Sanji's hands grab your arms and pull you into him. The two of you standing in the bath as he held you close to his chest one hand around your waist and the other on the back of your head. "Shhhhhh, its ok." he soothes you lightly stroking your hair. he felt the scars, he knew thats what you didn't want them to see and even though he didn't even get a look at them he knew he would never hate them.

Zoro rose form where he was rubbing water and soap off his face glad that you misses his face with your kick. "Its hideous... please... don't hate me" your voice shaky, uneven breaths and a pounding heart threatening to tare you apart. A hand slides up your back Zoro taking in your scars, he's seen these types of scars before anger builds up in his body wanting to know who did this to you and where they are now but it was Sanji who brought him back running his hand up your back to meet the sword mans. They looked at each other realizing what was important now was you, not who did this. You flinch when a pair of lips place a kiss on one of of your scars, the worst one in between your shoulder blades travailing from one to the other in a diagonal motion. Taking your face out of sanji's chest you look behind you to see Zoro, his hands travailing up and down your waist while laying kisses across every scar you have. The tears in your eyes now falling down your cheeks "Why?" you let out not understanding some one showing such kindness to a horrible sight. Sanji takes his hand off your back and places it under your chin making you face him "Its a part of you. How can we not love it" your hand moved up to cover your mouth trying to stop the sobs from coming out but failing miserably.

Relief washed over your body, they didn't hate you, they didn't think your were ugly or weak, they didn't think less of you and it filled your heart with such happiness. Zoro finished kissing every scar making his way up your spine to the back of your neck "Your amazing baby" his words full of love "He's right you are amazing" Sanji followed up his hand reaching behind your back to run his fingers down your spin. "No more tears baby." Zoro says rubbing away the tears that rolled down your cheek, "Im sorry" You bit your lower lip composing yourself managing to stop the tears. "sit down love" Sanji helps sit you down in the water leaning your back against the bath again, a question still ran through your head though, looking at the two boys as they sit next to you, one on either side. "I dont get it. Why dont you hate them?" you asked wanting an answer. "Why would we hate them? We all have some kind of scar" Zoro notes pointing to his eye then chest. "I know that but scars on the back are a shame" you look up at Zoro, he couldn't believe you remembered that form all those years ago before he can respond you turn to face Sanji "Their rough not soft like the rest of my skin that you praise." Sanji looks down slightly and takes your hand not knowing what to say. he knows complementing your scars isn't a good thing right now. He tries to think of a way to convince you that their not ugly.

A silence fills the room, you thought maybe you shouldn't have said anything until Zoro moved closer pressing his lips onto yours, it was sudden and rough but you loved it leaning in as he places a hand against your neck deepening the kiss by pushing his tongue into your mouth, a soft moan left his mouth before pulling away "You are no shame. Your strong and no old scars are gonna take that away form you." he states before looking up at Sanji who had a loving smile on his face "isn't that right, Sanji" he asks giving the cook a small smile. Sanji move you so your back is pressed up against his chest and wrapping his arms around you hugging your torso. Zoro moving closer almost over you your noses almost touching as he looks into you eyes "He's right Mi amor. Your ours and we will never let anyone touch you like that again, although im sure you can kick their ass better than we can" you can feel the smirk on his lips against your neck. You are loved, all of you is loved, your strong, brave and kind. They only helped reassure you of that fact, you were a god/goddess in their eyes and you saw them the same way.

hope you enjoyed. I loved writing this and like i said before yes i cried. writing down words that i wish were said to me made me more passionate about this. I hope you all know that no matter what you look like your all beautiful and strong. Thank you for all the love so far.

#one piece #zoro x reader #polly relationship #sanji x reader #sanji x zoro #one piece headcanons #roronoa zoro #zoro x sanji x reader #vinsmoke sanji #zosan x reader #zosan

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overluvsick · 1 month

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𝟑𝐚𝐦 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐬 — 𝐦𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐭𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐨

you and muichiro chat at 3am, leading to him making sure you know that you deserve him. for context, you both are hashiras who sleep in the same estate but in different rooms. established dating.

word count : 698

you waited for the herbal tea boiling on the stove as you took part in listening to the pour of the rain outside. it was comforting to say the least as it was chilly, bringing you to take the spare blanket you kept to drape it over your shoulders.

small footsteps echoed through the halls, immediately averting your attention to the sounds. you must’ve woken up muichiro. sure enough, as he stumbled into the kitchen, his sleepy face greeted you as he made his way over.

“sorry, muichiro. didn’t mean to cause such a ruckus,” you apologized with a tired tone, “go back to bed, alright? i’ll try to be there soon.”

he had his blanket draped around his shoulders as well. his voice, equally as drained as yours, spoke as he wrapped his arms around you. “i can’t sleep. can we cuddle?”

you loved this side of him, the side that awakened once having first tried hugging you. even after he’d regained his memories, there were still some emotions that he held away from others but opened up to you, such as his clinginess.

you reciprocated muichiro’s actions, moving your arms under his blanket to feel closer to him. you slid the cover off, throwing it onto the nearby chair as well as yours.

you made a noise of approval before ruffling his hair a bit. you both listened to the pitter-patters of the rain as it felt as if you two were the only ones in the world awake at that moment.

“…i made some tea, by the way. i’ll get two cups for us.” you reluctantly separated from him, much to his dismay. as if on cue, once you got the two said cups, the tea kettle whistled for you to fetch the contents inside.

having both your drinks in hand, you and muichiro sat down at the table.

blowing the steam rising from the tea away, muichiro shimmied his chair closer to yours. small talk was a thing you’d both enjoyed on early mornings like this, so he asked, “how was your last mission?”

“went well, nothing too exciting,” you shrugged, taking a sip from your tea. “you?”

“same here. but that demon pissed me off,” his brows furrowed ever so slightly.

“oh, the infamously stoic muichiro tokito being angry? how so?” you lightly teased.

“apparently he knew about us. he cursed you out. so i slashed him to pieces after slitting his mouth.” he said, perfectly serious before his mouth curved upwards a bit sinisterly at the memory.

you giggled and said you appreciated the gesture. he rested his head on your shoulder, carefully drinking his share of the tea. “oh, muichiro, i don’t deserve you…” you murmured mostly to yourself after a pause, hoping the rain would cover what you’d said.

he lifted his head up to look at you with a questioning gaze. “what makes you say that?”

“well…”—you looked up, away from his staring—“…you just…i guess…” you stumbled over your words, figuring out how to word this.

“if anything, i don’t deserve you.” he boldly said, making you snap your head to look at him in surprise. the usually calm, “air headed” hashira saying this? even if you two had been dating for quite a while, it still took you by surprise.

he continued. “remember when we first met? and the few times after when i’d forgotten who you were and you kept having to remind me?”

“but everyone did tha—”

“and how you kept being nice to me; even if you sometimes scolded me on my arrogance, which was rightfully done, after i’d brushed you off multiple times? i think i even called you ‘annoying’ and ‘a waste of breath’.” muichiro had put his cup down on the table, holding your arm. “i take those insults back, by the way.”

“you…remember that?” you were even more in awe of him.

“…i can remember a lot about you.” he finished with a slight smile.

you smiled back and ran your fingers through his hair. “i love you.”

“i love you, too.” he shut his eyes, the two of you in a comforting space in time listening to the continuous rain.

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sinner-sunflower · 2 months

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A HH Lucifer-centric AU 5/?

PART 1 , PART 2, PART 3, PART 4, PART 6, PART 7, PART 8, PART 9, PART 10, PART 11, PART 12, PART 13, PART 14, PART 15, PART 16, PART 17, PART 18, PART 19, PART 20, PART 21, PART 22

Shirtless Luci omo

Leviathan in my head is the green and gray guy from that one picture Luci has in his workshop. The one that looks kinda like an inverted him.

I wanna say that Zestial's dialogue was put thru chatgpt cos English is not even my first language, ain't no way in hell I'm doin that manually kalsjdlka

This took me too long to write. I miss writing Belphegor's dialogues.

Likes, Reblogs, And especially Comments are soooooo appreciated <3 <3

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Lucifer's show and tell earned him looks varying from worry to disgust.

Lucifer: This is done by something ancient, as old as God himself. It was the reason for the First Heavenly War.

Asmodeus: Wait, Lucifer. Are you telling me this is Roo?!

Mammon: Bloody hell, didn't we seal that bitch for good?

Leviathan: Luci, are you sure?

Lucifer merely looks back to Belphegor.

Belphegor: Very. Although we casted a very powerful seal, her energy sometimes leaks out. Nothing major.

Beelzebub: What makes this different?

Belphegor: I.. do not have an answer to that as of now. We can attempt to cast a seal again but the power of the Sins will not be enough. We need every bit of high power Hell has.

Lucifer: I wouldn't have called you all here otherwise.

Zestial raises their hand to interject.

Zestial: Prithee, pardon, my liege. But who be this Roo thou dost mention?

Lucifer: The Root of All Evil. Don't know how it came to be in the first place. In the war, it got weakened enough for God to banish it to a dark pit that is now Hell. But after I gave humanity the fruit of knowledge... it regained power. The Sins and I barely managed to weaken it again to seal it below Sloth. We were incapacitated for a long time.

He catches his daughter's eyes.

Lucifer: It took each of us close to a century to recover.

Carmila: If I may, your majesty- us overlords cannot afford to lose our power- especially for as long as you said.

Zestial: Carmila speaketh true. Thou art the loftiest powers of hell, sin incarnate. And his majesty hath the blood of angels. If it hath drained thee so deeply, envision its effect upon a mere mortal soul.

A certain TV overlord let out indignant laugh.

Vox: Are you serious? You think we'll let ourselves lose power for this shit show?

Paimon: You would think before you badmouth your king, sinner!

Lucifer moves to sit on the table, propping up a leg to rest his elbow on. He didn't bother to button his shirt back on- these demons can use the reminder.

Lucifer: You can do whatever you want. I gave you free will, didn't I?But, do remember- death reaps from the bottom first. You are free to go as you please.

The Vees stand up first, muttering curses under their breaths.

Valentino: Ugh! I knew we shouldn't have come. A waste of fuckin-

The moth overlord was cut off by his own screams the moment he passed through the door.

At the same time, Angel Dust doubled over, hand clutching his throat as he coughed violently.

Husk and the others went closer in concern, willing Angel to breath slow while also asking him what's wrong.

Valentino stops screaming as he is held by Vox and Velvette. The Goetia's look on in curiosity while the other sinners all stood up in surprise.

Angel, still holding his throat, gasps.

Angel: No way.

Husk: Angel?? Are you okay?!

Angel let out a single chuckle that slowly turned into maniacal laughter.

Husk: Kid, you're scarin' me.

Angel: I'm free.

Husk: What?

Angel: I'm fuckin' free!

Angel continues to laugh some more while the sinner put two and two together.

Valentino: What the fuck did you do?!

The overlord shouted a the king.

Lucifer: Oh right! So that's what I forgot.

The Sins began to snicker behind their King as Valentino become even angrier. The rest of the overlords who were planning to leave as well are now rooted in place.

Velvette: You can't just do that! You said we could leave! The fuck happened to free will?!

Lucifer: And why not? You all can leave and not help. I won't stop you. But I am gonna be taking all the soul contracts you have. A small price to pay for staying in the safety of your own home while we risk our lives, no?

The lights of the hotel began to flicker as the aura around Lucifer and the Sins darken, 7 pairs of glowing menacing eyes and smiles show.

The entire room freezes, petrified at the horrifying image they are seeing in front of them.

Lucifer: Or did you forget?

The Devil grins.

Lucifer: You're in my house, bitch.

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Might not update over the weekend. Most likely Monday again!

What to look forward for in Part 5:

Satan: Even with all of us, you know it won't be enough. Unless.. Can you even find her?

Lucifer: I don't know.

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Carrion

A Supernatural Story

~He always was The One, and no matter what, Y/N couldn't deny him...~

Demon!Dean x F!Reader, Sam Winchester

3,018 Words

Warnings: Angst. Injury. Demonic Fuckery

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“You really think you can do this?”

His voice was deeper than she remembered, echoing slightly off the concrete walls. His smug laugh punched her in the gut and Y/N chewed the inside of her cheek, desperate to pull up her best poker face. Not that it would matter; he could always call her bluff.

“Actually, yeah,” she replied as calmly as she could. “I think we already have.”

He offered a smirk; pearly white teeth peeking out like fangs from behind his ruddy lips. “You can’t cure what I got, Sweetheart.” He blinked and the demonic darkness appeared, flooding the green and taking away everything that was Dean. “Besides, I don’t wantcha too.” He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. “Didn’t ask for it, don’t want it. Thanks but no thanks.” He dipped his chin and Y/N shook her head at him, pulling up a smile.

“Well, I didn’t ask to spend my summer chasing you around the country with your half-crazed brother, but...we get what we get.” Turning her back on him, she pulled the second syringe of consecrated blood from the pack and uncapped the needle. Dean held her gaze as she walked to him, blood in hand, ready to proceed. He visibly cringed when she stopped by his left arm and batted her lashes sarcastically at him. “And don’t call me ‘Sweetheart’, dick.”

She could have been kinder, gently pressed the needle into his forearm, but he’d been riling her up for the better half of an hour, and it felt good to stab something, even if it was Dean.

He grit his teeth and tried to hold in the scream, but the blood burned in his veins, making his body shake with fever and pain. It exploded through him; holy acid to wash away the demon.

When the blood was gone, Y/N pulled back and bit her tongue as he convulsed, trying not to panic. It was almost the same as when Sam had done the first round, but something was different. Dean didn’t seem to fight it as hard, losing the battle against his scream a bit sooner. It rang loud through the dungeon and her heart broke for the man she used to love.

Hissing and panting, Dean regained a fraction of composure and cracked his neck loudly. “That is… fucking uncomfortable,” he grit.

“Is it?” she asked, trying to sound uncaring and above him. “Good.”

With a huff, he stilled, eyes blinking back to familiar green. The forest called to her, but Y/N kept her distance.

“Why’s that good? You suddenly enjoy torturing your friends?”

The word cut like a hot knife through her heart and Y/N flinched.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Dean said with a pout. “Friend. Hurts, doesn’t it?”

She licked her lips and squared her shoulders, refusing to let him win. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, but do us both a favor and shut the fuck up.” She popped the P and turned on her heel, hiding the hurt in her eyes. He knew just what he’d done, knew how that word hurt her, knew why.

“Oh, come on, Y/N/N,” he teased; the clench in his jaw giving away the pain he still felt. “Don’t leave me now, we’re just getting started!”

A bottle of holy water stood on the table next to her and Y/N grabbed it, flipping the cap as she spun back around, splashing his freckled face with the blessed liquid. His flesh sizzled and steam filled the air around him as he yelled.

“Fucking bitch!”

The bass in his voice made her shiver and Y/N backed away quickly.

Dean gasped and shook himself. Demon versus human, battling for the cracks in his soul. “You can throw holy water at me all you want, but it ain’t gonna change nothing.”

Y/N pressed her palms into the table, holding herself steady. She refused to look at him, keeping her eyes on the tools at her disposal. “Yeah, but it’s fun.” Her voice cracked and she shut her eyes, hating the tremor in her lips.

“You can’t do it,” he went on, mocking her, tempting her. “You love me too damned much.”

Her heart nearly stopped and Y/N sucked in a shocked breath. Her spine stiffened but she clung to the table edge, trying to stay calm.

“Yeah, there it is.” Dean laughed. “Love. The ultimate ‘fuck you’, isn’t it?” Testing the ropes again, he twisted his wrists and shifted a bit in the seat. “When you fall in love, you’re vulnerable. Your priorities change, your brain stops working the way it should. It’s a liability: love.”

“Are you ever going to shut up?”

Dean smirked, knowing he was getting to her. “It’s a shame, really. You used to be a good hunter. Not great, mind you, but good. Competent. But then something happened. You let yourself fall in love, and that’s when it all went down hill, didn’t it?”

Y/N grit her teeth and took a deep breath; nails digging into the table.

“Your mind started playing tricks on you,” he continued, slowly drawing out her emotions, enjoying watching the muscles in her back tense, the color change in her cheeks. “It wasn’t just fun, harmless flirting after a while, was it? You fell and you fell hard. Started thinking what we had was more than we did. You let yourself dream of a future with me, let yourself believe it as if anything could really happen between us.”

His laugh was cruel and Y/N closed her eyes, begging the tears to stay back.

“Honestly, I just felt bad for you,” he said simply. “The last two times we fucked, it was just out of pity. Well, and to shut you up. Sad thing is, Sam always kinda had a thing for you.” He leaned forward as her eyes turned to him. “Guess you picked the wrong Winchester,” he whispered, the devil on his tongue.

“Fuck you,” she snapped, tossing the bottle at him once more. The bulk of the wave barely reached him, but what did shut him up, searing his skin and making him groan painfully.

“Wanna know a secret?” he asked, out of breath and exhausted. “When I get out of this chair, I’m going to rip your heart out and stomp on it.” Again, he broke into a sick laugh. “How’s that for love?”

Y/N slammed the door behind her, but she could still hear his cackling. It dug into her bones, twisted and churned inside of her like a wayward curse. She took a moment, pressing her back to the wall, letting the cold of the tile seep into her flesh.

With her eyes closed, the tears fell, a silent betrayal of her strength. Everything he’d said was true; nothing they didn’t both know, but to hear it from him, to feel the disdain in his tone, it was gutting.

“You OK?”

Sam dropped a heavy hand on her shoulder and Y/N looked up, blinking away the tears.

“Yeah,” she lied, clearing her throat. “Just needed a moment.”

Sam nodded thoughtfully. “He’s getting to you, huh?”

She looked away, eyes following the lines in the tile towards his old room. The room they’d carried his body to, the room they’d found empty just hours later.

“Nah.” She wiped at her cheeks, slapping the wetness away. “Just hot in there. Did you get a hold of Cas?”

Sam sighed. “Yeah, but he’s…”

She looked up expectantly.

“He’s on his way.”

Y/N pulled in a deep breath and let her shoulders fall. She rolled her neck and set her jaw, ready for more. “Alright then. Backup’s on its way- let’s do this.”

She hung back, hiding in the shadows around the edges of the room while Sam took the lead. Dean had a field day with his brother, taunting him in ways she couldn’t have dreamt up in her darkest imagination, slowly chipping away at Sam’s resolve.

Sam stood strong through it all, fighting back when he couldn’t hold it in anymore, standing tall through each of Dean’s lies and verbal jabs.

When he couldn’t break Sam, Dean turned his eyes to Y/N, following her slow trek around the perimeter, surely counting each heartbeat that pounded in her chest when he smiled so slickly at her. She refused to answer his catcalls, never took a step closer, skirting the walls like a thief in the night, hidden and silent, waiting, watching.

The next dose of blood was worse than the last.

Y/N turned her face as Dean screamed, his blood boiling, his body convulsing in pain as the cure worked on him. His voice was deafening and Y/N pressed her forehead against the stone wall, hoping the chill would calm her soul. bly shaking, Sam walked away, leaving her alone once more with the demon.

Dean was gasping, head down resting on his chest, eyes closed, shoulders shaking.

Y/N took a step into the light.

“Dean?”

He didn’t respond, had no snappy words to break her heart with. He tried to lift his head, but his body was too weak. “Is that- that all you got?” he chuckled, expelling just enough breath to make a sound.

Y/N grabbed the Demon Knife from the table and moved closer, stepping into the circle. “Dean, look at me.” Worry laced her words and he did his best to oblige. His head rolled to the side but he managed a pathetic smile.

“What, you gonna slice me open now?”

“What? No. Shit.” She tossed the knife back onto the table and went to him, stopping at arm's length. “Are you OK?”

His breath was shaky, shallow but heavy; she could see it in the quick rise and fall of his thick chest. “No. I’m not OK. I’m-” His eyes rolled back for a second and his face contorted with pain. “I think I’m dying.” He let out a sad laugh at that. “Again.”

“You’re not dying.” Y/N held her breath as he coughed badly, a trickle of blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. “Shit.”

Dean’s tongue darted out to lick away the blood and he shook his head, grinning righteously at her. “See? You’re fucking killing me with this- this cure.”

“We’re saving you.”

Dean spat at her feet; a tiny puddle tinged with pink. “Agree to disagree.”

Y/N shook her head. “Did you really think we wouldn’t come save you? Did you think we’d just let you run around killing people, dropping bodies wherever you went?”

“Hey, most of those were demons,” he corrected, shifting in his seat. His lips twitched as a sharp pain struck his spine.

“Whatever.” Y/N stepped back and jumped up to sit on the edge of the table, swinging her feet above the Devil’s Trap. “We looked everywhere for you.”

Dean looked up at her through thick lashes. “No one asked you to save me. I left for a reason.”

“Crowley tricked you.”

“Crowley didn’t do shit. I left. Me. I chose to leave.”

Y/N crossed her arms, shook her head. “No.”

“No?” His laugh was cut short by a pained grunt and his body twisted from the middle. “I could have stayed. Coulda come running down the hall screaming your name. Y/N, I’m alive!” He winced and clenched his jaw. “But no. I left. Take the hint.”

“You’re being cruel,” she whispered, lip trembling. “This isn’t you.”

“You don’t know me, you...pathetic…” Pain gripped him tight, strangling his words, his breath. “You- pathetic...cun-” He screamed again; his entire body clenched until his limbs shook. His face turned bright red and Y/N watched his struggle, green eyes flickering to black and back again too quickly for her to count how many times.

“Dean?” Her feet hit the floor.

No breath, no movement, not even a scream.

“Dean!” She shook his shoulder, uncaring of the danger. “Come on, dammit!” She touched his cheek and Dean sucked in a deep breath.

“Y/N?” His throat was raw, his voice soft. He looked up with clear, wet eyes filled with fear. “Help me.”

His plea tugged at her heart but she took a step back, her hand dropping from his face. “What?”

He swallowed hard, cringing at the pain of it. “Please,” he begged, panting and weak. “Please, you have to help me. This-the blood is killing me. Please, Y/N/N.”

Y/N screwed her eyes shut tight and shook herself. “No. I can’t.”

He coughed again, hard; the echo rang in her head. “I’m-I’m so sorry.”

Tears were back in her eyes and she struggled to ignore them, to push aside the tightness in her chest, the guilt. “What? What are you saying?”

He looked up, eyes just as wet as hers. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t… I didn’t mean anything I said before. It’s… I can’t…” He lost his breath, choking on nothing, on the weight of his choices. “Help me.”

A single tear slipped down his cheek and Y/N reached out to catch it, brush it away. Her palm lay flush against his skin and Dean leaned in towards her touch, closing his eyes as the small taste of comfort wrapped around him.

“I need you,” he whispered, lips barely moving.

Y/N broke, falling to her knees in front of him, her hand still holding his face, thumb swiping away at another tear as it trickled down. “I’m here, Dean. I’m going to help you. We’re going to save you, I promise.”

He nodded gently and a soft smile pulled at his raw lips. “I know.”

Both eyes were wet now and Y/N pushed up on her knees, cradling both his cheeks, holding him lovingly.

“I think it’s working,” she said with a hopeful smile. “Dean… you’re crying. You’re… I think it’s working. Do you feel different? Anything?”

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath. “I-I think so.” Green eyes opened, locking on hers. “I love you, Y/N,” he said suddenly, his face twisting with familiar guilt. “I’m so sorry I never said it before, but I do. I always have.”

Of the million things she thought he’d say, that wasn’t even in the top thousand. Her heart swelled, the tightness in her chest lifted just a tiny bit. “I…”

Dean dropped his chin and his forehead brushed against hers. She shivered and leaned up closer, unconsciously reaching for his lips.

“I love you too, Dean.”

The kiss was slow, soft, full of pain and apology. Y/N held onto him, refusing to let go as they struggled to breathe around the kiss, their mouths hungry for each other. When his tongue slipped into her mouth, Y/N came alive, something deep inside of her sizzling like water in a pan.

“I need you, Y/N,” he said again, breath hot on her cheek. “Please.”

Her mind in a fog, Y/N climbed into his lap, knees pressing into the small space beside his hips. She kissed him like it was the first time and the last all rolled into one; excited and sad, scared and aroused. Her fingers tugged through his hair, marveling at the length, using her grip to turn his face where she needed.

She moaned his name as his tongue traced the shell of her ear, teeth scraping the tender dangling flesh at the end. “God, I missed you…”

Dean bit down on her shoulder and bucked his hips, sending Y/N into a frenzy. She closed her eyes and rolled her hips over him, grinding down on the hardness growing in his jeans. “Fuck.”

“Untie me,” he whispered, “just one hand and I can make you feel so good, Y/N, please.”

Her head was swimming, blood singing with lust and love. “I… no, I can’t.”

He licked at her pulse, sucked a heavy kiss against her throat. “Please, baby,” he growled, “just one.”

He bit down a little too hard and Y/N snapped out of the spell, the clouds lifting from her mind. “Wait. No! Fuck!”

She sat back and Dean grinned devilishly.

“Ya know what?” he said, cracking his neck, “I don’t need your help. I think I can get it myself…”

When Sam returned, the door was open. Eyes narrowed in suspicion, he walked in, breath instantly halting as he saw the empty chair, its broken arm, the frayed ropes.

Dean was gone.

Sam rushed inside and fell to his knees. Y/N lay at the foot of the chair, clothes torn and hair a mess.

“Y/N!” He reached for her, carefully turning her onto her back. She was breathing but barely, her face and throat splattered with blood. “No, no, no…”

Her eyes fluttered open and she pulled in a heavy breath. “Sam-”

“Hey. Hey, it’s OK. I got you.”

She shook her head and winced as she tried to sit up. Pain spread through her body from the top down and she grit her teeth, trying to stay strong. “He tricked me. He’s…you have to stop him.”

Sam huffed out a deep breath. “I will. I promise.”

Dean’s voice echoed through the halls and they both turned, fear shrouding their faces. “Come on, Sammy. Wanna hang out with your big brother? A little quality time?”

Y/N shuddered. “Go. Hurry.”

Sam grabbed the Knife from the table as he ran off, leaving Y/N to pull herself together.

She stood slowly, every inch of her aching where his fists had landed; not a part of her left unmarred by his attack. Her chest burned as she moved and Y/N pressed a hand to the letters he’d carved into her skin, a lesson, a warning, a horrid joke she could never forget.

L O V E

“It’s a liability,” he said, rounding off the O with the tip of the knife. He held her down, arms pinned beneath his knees, throat closing under his fist. “I warned you…”

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bonefall · 2 months

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Looking for advice since you're great with stuff like this: I'm struggling with how to have a character fundamentally change. A character in my cat story loses his memory and ends up working with the main characters to stop his own plan he made to destroy the world (and after the plan is stopped, he regains his memories). I want his time in the Starless to change him, make him less obsessed with power, but I'm really starting to struggle with whether or not that makes sense and how to work that.

Hmm.. well, first bit of advice I always give is that characters are not people. They are writing tools. That doesn't mean they shouldn't be "realistic" or that connecting to the human traits in the audience isn't important.

It means that a character exists to tell a story.

By "tool" I mean "machine." Every trait is a piston, and ideally they work together to drive your story along. What are you saying with each trait? What is your beginning point for the story, and their end? What do you want to explore? What do you want the audience to take away?

So if you feel stuck on a character, find the larger message you want to impart with them. The job they're doing in your narrative.

What do you want to say about power?

What do you want to say about why Character X wanted to destroy the world? Why was he wrong? What feelings and information lead him to that conclusion?

What is his redemption arc doing for your themes?

Every writer answers those questions differently. For example, I feel strongly that power doesn't corrupt, it reveals. When you finally have the influence to make others do what you want, you make them do it. I don't see "power" as being like... a magic, abstract thing, it's influence over other people, and those people are ALSO individuals with their own reasons for following the leader.

Digressing; what I'm getting at is that, as a writer, I have a lot of thoughts on power itself. I got this way with a lot of reading and interest on the topic. You might find it insightful to experience more art, essays, and commentary on the subject, if you ever get stuck, and develop an opinion you feel strongly about.

Not just about power, as broad writing advice.

Anyway.

If I was writing the character, these are the things I'd be thinking about specifically and changes I'd be making on personal taste. I don't know your full story enough so, hopefully it's insightful;

First of all I'm always SUPER wary of the "correct but demonized radical" trope. Does my villain have a point?

Am i just giving them a Kick-a-Baby scene to make them wrong when they should be completely right otherwise

What are my themes and tone? This is VERY important. Steven Universe is about family and emotions with low stakes violence; the Diamonds are essentially abusive grandparents that Steven is coaching through intergenerational trauma. They fit the universe they're in. Jack Horner does not belong in SU.

So I'd look at Character X's purpose.

Knowing me, I'd actually take out full amnesia entirely. I have memory problems related to trauma so I'm a lot more familiar with major, important details blotting out RIGHT when I need them. Enough that I can put myself in the shoes of someone like BB!Fallenleaf who remembers a lot but the details are fuzzy.

So personally I think I could write this villan to be VERY funny lmao

"Hello. I am Gnagnathor the Destroyer."

"No you're not. He has three horns. You have two."

(DID I USED TO HAVE THREE HORNS?????)

I also just find it more resonant when a character still remembers what they did, why they did it, and is able to refute themselves with their own growth.

To me like... when a character remembers NOTHING to the point where they're not informed by their actions or history at all, how are they really still the same person?

in general though I find total amnesia uninteresting. I wish it was less popular.

What did Gnagnathor DO with his power? What did he WANT from it?

The simplest version of this I know is "Gnag was hurting and wanted everyone else to hurt too. Now that he has a happy place, he doesn't want that."

TO BE CLEAR THATS FINE. That's a REALLY common power fantasy and it's not automatically a bad story. It's popular for a reason.

Personally I feel strongly about the idea, though, that people with power don't change unless they lose it. There's no reason to.

People don't change until you break the environment that contributes to the behavior.

Especially with victims unfortunately-- the ugly truth is that a lot of problematic behaviors exist because they protected the victim from their abuser's actions. You need safety to really start to unpack that.

You can personally identify it and address it as much as you want, when your abuser starts to use That Tone you will still seize up. Just try to yank yourself back into your head when you're disassociating during a screaming session; your reward is raw distress.

That said, not all villains HAVE to have tragic motivators like that, or be ex-victims at all. Leveraging power to get what you want can be as ugly as just being taught the people you're hurting are subhuman.

Or making up justifications for why This Is a Good Thing Actually.

Some people will lash out violently when these justifications fall apart, because accepting it would mean they're Being Bad

Most people have an innate desire to Be Good. Like... the vast, vast majority of people. Some sense of morality is observable in all intelligent social animals; dolphins, chimps, elephants.

Tangentially, if you understand that people don't WANT to be bad and that the natural response to a scolding is defensiveness, you understand that convincing people of something is a LOT easier when you approach with kindness.

AND IN TURN: be wary of those who are flattering while trying to convince you of something. This is Manipulation 101.

So back to Gnagnathor

Do I want to talk about environment and how it changes him to be away from power? How traits that previously earned him wealth or influence are suddenly incredibly taboo, so he can't use them here?

On that-- HOW did he get his power in the first place? Re: I'm very wary of the "correct but demonized radical" trope.

Were his minions following him because they have serious issues and he exploited their desperation? .....are you centering the experience of the poor, sad abuser over his victims

Or are they ALL united over something important and legitimate? With the redemption of their villainous leader, how are you planning for that to frame all of their former followers?

(This is why redeeming minions is usually a lot more productive than doing it to the leader, imo. Redeeming Zuko means you can explore the familial legacy, the indoctrination of the Fire Nation's children, their justifications, the way systems make monsters out of people. Redeeming The Firelord would probably have caused Azula, one of his victims, to pick up his slack and now, suddenly, you have a VERY uncomfortable situation where Ozai is thrashing one of his abused children but Good This Time.)

(Not to mention that, again... why would he do this. He has power. He's doing what he wants and is used to this situation. It would be a numbskulled narrative choice.)

Aaaand that's about all I can say without essentially being a cowriter or editor. It's on you to figure out what you're trying to do and say here. I'm a good writer on this subject because I think about it a lot, which has lead to my strong opinions and point of view. Your art is a reflection of you.

#This is mega off topic but the question kinda reminds me of hazbin which I watched a couple days ago #I'm starting to identify why I was dissatisfied with it I think #I didn't dislike it though and I'm waiting for the next season #If only as something I enjoyed but wish could be better.#Bones gives advice

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itzymaeee · 1 year

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𝓐𝓬𝓬𝓲𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓵 𝓜𝓪𝓰𝓲𝓬 𝓜𝓲𝓼𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓼

Anyways my friend finally agree to share it (HORRAY!!) and I will be one who would upload it here since she's too lazy to make an account so anyways I would update the story every Monday.

Tw!!: atwow spoiler!!(at later part of the story), cussing, mention of angels and demons(hope you guys won't be offended),mention of blood,reader going naked during summoning,brutal scene.

𝓶𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

Avatar x human!umbra witch!reader

Disclaimer: I hope you guys will like the story and also advance sorry since the grammar will not be good since English is not her first language. And also to those who notice yes the story has bayonetta elements on it and yes the queen is canon in this story but we will only focus to our

Summary: Y/n was on a mission to the find all the missing artificats of her extinct clan but after her miscounted spell to travel for the next one she found herself in another world far away from her home. She found herself in between the war of reef na'vi and humanity. plus an annoying 8 ft tall blue cat who she befriend for a month and saving his ass to his near death.

In the bloody barren lands where you can see a big hurricane at the center of the land in the water you can see some deformed hands that looks like it's reaching out surrounding it, you can occasionally hear a disturbing screams and indiscernible noises everywhere.

On the top of the mountain of the barren land there stood a beautiful woman with a bewitching body. She has a black hair which is styled into high bun adorned with gold chains with red stone that looks like made up of rose in between it. On her face she wears her signature black and gold butterfly mask with red beads hanging on edge of both wings. Her attire is composed of her hair turned into a skin-tigh body suit with golden chains and rose like patterns and an opening at the back straps on each arm with a sleeves of her hair draping down, black and gray heels strapped with two pistol on it. And her name is (Y/n) the last remaining member of the Umbra clan.

As you stood on top of the bloody mountain you hold your umbra watch looking for the next location for you to find the next missing artifacts of your extinct clan. It's been 5 month that you were in hell looking for the artifact that have fallen during the witch hunts raid with your fallen umbran sister. It's a little bit tiring since infernal demons are cheeky little shit that like to miss you up or wants you dead for them to feast upon your poor defenseless soul especially if your a witch.

"5 months in this hellish place and one more to go he better be making a grand party for my return or else I will shove this damn artifacts on his asshole" you grumble angrly as you set your umbra watch on your chest and ready your transportation magic for the next location of the artifacts.

Sadly it's seems to be your bad day since your too tired to notice you might have miscounted the ruins you made for your transportation as this took toll on your magic,tired body and mind you fainted. Instead it transported you far away from your world a world where you will be in between with this two sides fighting for this planet.

Truth to be told you always despise using transportation magic you rather use the beast within for easy. Even though your one of the best in your clan you still despite it since it easly drains you in both magic and body since you have to take a few months rest to regain your energy back.

As you try to felt the place where you transported, you only you feel is chilling on your spine and the next thing you know wetness surrounding your body. You try to open your eyes but the only you can see is blurred blue as you strangling to swim but your body won't cooperate tired from the endless looking and magic drain from using it. You can feel yourself drowning as you try to swim up but your eyesight started to darken the last thing you remember is a blue silhouette coming near you and holding you.

As you woke up you seems to be in a cave as you try to slowly to sit your body up you only felt pain on your tired body. Observing the place you were in you noticed that the cave seems a little bit different from the cave you have been since this one has a glowing leaves on it and water inside the cave seems to be glowing that looks like came from the swimming fish like thing.

"I'm I dead?" You Scoffed

"Of course not idiot if I'm dead my soul should be getting tortured by madama eris and the infernal demons I have contract with in inferno" you cringe at the idea of you getting tortured for billion years in hell.

As you try to stand up slowly and walking at the entrance of cave you just notice where you at and realization of where you got transported. You tried to use your magic to know where you are but something it's stopping you from using it. Dread that's only you felt you never have felt this not after the massacre of your clan members during the witch hunt done by those angels,humans and the damn exiled lumen sage.

As you try to calm yourself that maybe it just your exhausted mindset that it's stopping your body to use it. Feeling a presence near you walking slowly you immediately summoned your pistol at your hand shotted a warning shot at their side

"Woah!" Yelled as the blue humaniod man cat while holding a knife fallen thinking I shot him. Rising my pistol at him he suddenly got up shouting at me I was too confused why is there a humaniod blue man cat and where did this came from?

"Wait wait hold up can we just calm down" he said as I just look at him. He seems to be realizing something while I just rise my eyebrow at him.

"Wait right I forgot you sky people doesn't know na'vi language let me just speak at you in English" he murmed as as he put both hands in a surrender position. What does he mean na'vi language? What the hell is a na'vi? And sky people? Is that what people this day describe a person now what are they an angel? You scoffed at that stupid thought.

"Calm calm can we just put our weapons down I'm not here to hurt you so can you put it down your gun?"

"Ridiculous then why are you holding your knife while trying to sneak at my back?"

"It's just misunderstanding okay I was just going to wrap the wound you have"

"Where am I? And why are you blue?"

"I will tell but can you please put it down your gun?"

"No"

"Okay so your in Pandora and the reason we are blue because I'm a na'vi?"

"Pandora? Is that a new island in earth?"

"No your in Pandora, planet earth is a thousand miles away" you looked at him confused lowering your gun hearing a new info that your a thousand miles away from earth.

"Excuse me did you just said a thousand miles away from earth?" He grimaced and nodded at your question. You just stood there for entirely a minute thinking how the hell did you transported yourself a thousand miles away from earth you just sighed.

"That's the reason why I fucking hate using that damn magic like everytime i use it it's like it wants to fuck me up everyti-" as you grumbled as you put both hands at your waist and strutted back again in the cave.

Leaving the blue humaniod man cat that you have left followed you back inside while observing you from the outfit you wear, your really from earth but the most obvious he noticed is the lack of mask you wear. The mask that the skypeople from his home and the people hunting his father and his family that required to wear for them to breath and survive the toxic ear of Pandora.

But to you, you're breathing like your a native in this land and he also noticed that you have the same height as him your taller than any human he meet minus spider but still taller. He was confused he never meet a sky people who can breath the same way as the Na'vi nor having same height as a na'vi.

"Take a picture it will last longer, the way you looking at me I will think you have a crush on me" you said while posing as you noticed his longer gaze at you smirking as he started stuttering you strutted at the woven mat you were layed before and sit upon it. The blue man cat followed suit as you signaled him to sit beside you.

Silence was only heard except for the sound in the ocean. As you tried to think how to survive in this world since it will take a month for you to reign your energy. As you looked at your blue man cat companion who seemed to be thinking what to say in this awkward silence between us.

"So whats your name anyway? I just can't call you blue man cat?" As you looked at him. He looked at you confused for a minute as you stare at him waiting while rising your eyebrow. Sensing your waiting he coughed embrassed a little.

"My name's Neteyam" he said as you nooded at him and test his name.

"Well what a unique name you have" you thought.

"Name (Y/n) nice to meet you" you nooded at him and he smiled at you and test your name.

As you both looked at the entrance of the cave noticing the sky beautiful color due it's blue hour.

"Let's just hope I will make it back"

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That's the wrap for our first chapter if ever you saw some grammar error please note it's English is not our first language and also don't be shy to comment down your opinion really need some beta reader so thank you 🤗🤗

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faresong · 2 months

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eve of the sun.

(spoiler) musings on my design choices below <3

✦ CLAIRE ELFORD —

Oh, my girl... I love her so much. I changed up her design slightly to draw in a gold tone due to my adjustment of her neck accessory: instead, it is part of a earring she was gifted by her grandmother that then broke. Though she doesn't remember why she had it, nor why it was only one of a set, she still holds a lot of sentimental value to it and couldn't bear to throw it out or sell its pieces, instead transforming it into a necklace.

I also gave her boots which, despite their look, are customized to better track up the mountain. These are her personal hiking boots! Additionally, since she lives up there, she has gotten into a few scuffles. While she's learned to hold herself well, there have been times she gets a bit overzealous—and the scar on her face is one of those cases. A nasty rock she was trying to remove had split her lip open and completely dragged down her shoulder before she could hit the floor and regain her standing. Nothing too dramatic, she'd say, but it reminds her to be careful... sometimes :P

Of course, because she's canonically the strongest of the group, I gave her more obvious muscles and fat to pad it out. As I've stated before with her living situation, eating is important to help her keep her strength up—and is also just something she enjoys! There are so many lovely recipes to try out, and before they died, she had loved bringing down ingredients of something new for her adoptive parents to try. They were all fresh, too, from her garden.

Here, despite the timeline regarding typical real-life immigration, I've portrayed her as mixed Indian/Portuguese. Her mother and grandmother were simply Indian immigrants, with Claire as the fourth-generation (Lady Dorothy had taught her Hindi, but with years without practice... she's lost much of it). Unfortunately for them, this was an additional motivator in the main town to persecute them sooner rather than later despite their people settling on the outskirts of Levine's ruling.

✦ SIRIUS GIBSON —

Onto Mr. "Bah!" now... As I've already mentioned, his moon earring is part of a set with Claire as a gift from Lady Dorothy. It was a gift in her hopes of bringing the two closer together.

Now, whether or not that worked out fully, Sirius feels he owes nearly everything to Lady Dorothy. Not only to provide him housing after his parents' demise, but tend to his leg injury wrought from when he'd been nearly crushed in the crowd. Everyone had pushed forward to see the alleged witches' deaths and hadn't cared when he'd fallen—Dorothy was there just in time to act as a barrier of sorts before they'd broken his ankle... but she still ended up crafting a small cane for his use.

As he grew up, however... the cane became more difficult to use. He was taller, and thus he began using Lady Dorothy'd old cane for himself. Whereas she had only needed it for balance, Sirius uses it to offset the pain/pressure on his left leg. Neither cane is pictured here, but it is still a crucial part of how his past pains continue to affect his present life—in a very literal way, albeit.

Due to how cold he tends to run within the mansion, he wears many layers. I've simplified his outfit to simply be: dress shirt, vest, pelerine. The last one is cut from the same cloth as Lady Dorothy's cloak (hence the slight star motif shared in both of their cloaks) and was initially a proper 'cloak' tailored for his younger self, though he still cannot let go of it.

I've added more prominent red to his design to tie in the ruby crest, as well as represent his resentment toward most others. In a literal sense, 'seeing red'—the reasons behind him becoming a demon clear. Unlike Claire who stands for nobility, Sirius cannot allow himself or Lady Dorothy that disgrace of leniency.

One last note: Sirius is portrayed as mixed Bengali/Portuguese. His great-grandparents had been one of the first Portuguese immigrants, with his grandfather brought over as a contracted engineer to figure out the water supply line for this area. He had never been given the chance to learn Bangla, as his mother didn't speak it... but Lady Dorothy had taken time to teach both Sirius and Claire Hindi, and he still reads some of the few books the Elfords had brought over. It's made him feel closer to the family, and he takes great care in trying to refine his language... even if it's difficult without another to practice with. (...I like to imagine, post-Sirius Conclusion, he teaches Claire again. It's only right.)

#I will get to the other three of the main cast... sometime soon <3 I had to get my favorites out of the way first #I hope you enjoy...#||#witch's heart #whnoc #sirius gibson #claire elford #my art #wall

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Lu Bu, Leonidas and Forgotten Queen section in command having a drink and talking how Great their leader are

FQ second in command say he is scared of her as he remembers when alive that before she made her first attack and command she told her army to break their ribs, crush their skulls, disemboweled their very souls and make them beg for mercy before death

She wasn't always called the forgotten queen she was calling the demon empress as how much blood she killed and destroyed despite being merciful, he knows her lossing her son from her ex husband given the fury that he knows she made few small civilization forgot their old gold to give in new ones in their place

-The three second in commands, your own Jett, Chen Gong for Lu Bu, and Hagis for Leonidas, were all enjoying some rare down time together, enjoying food and drinking together.

-All three were gushing about their commanders, telling each other about battles they had all been in, watching their commanders lead them into battle.

-Hagis was curious, looking at Jett, “Was having a woman commander easier in your opinion? Queen Y/N seems rather levelheaded.”

-Jett choked on his drink, surprising the other two as he tried to curb his coughing, trying to calm down as he looked a bit frazzled.

-Once he could breathe and talk again, “You would think that, but while Lady Y/N was level-headed after she reclaimed her throne, at least until the final attack, but during her reclamation and that last battle…” he trailed off and visibly shivered, surprising the two.

-Chen Gong and Hagis were wide eyed, listening to Jett who was telling them of your battles, on how violent you were. Chen Gong had seen you fight before, during the war games with Lu Bu, and he knew that you were an intense warrior.

-To hear Jett’s words, “She told us to disembowel them, break bones and skulls, she told us to make her enemies beg for death before we were to give it to them.”

-Chen Gong knew you were scary, but this was scary, before Jett spoke again, “She normally wasn’t like that, but when her husband, that bastard we had for a king, killed the little prince… it was…” he couldn’t continue, and the two men shared a small look.

-You were a woman, a mother, and to have your husband murder your child, to get you to try to stop your siege, only to break you, turning you into a vengeful demon, as Jett told them many called you the Demon Queen during your fights, they couldn’t even begin to imagine the pain you must have felt.

-Jett told them, after you regained your throne and buried your son, you became the wonderful leader everyone knew you by, leading your kingdom into prosperity, giving everyone fair justice and nobody went without, which sounded like a paradise.

-Then when greedy kings, jealous of the wealth and happiness of your empire, wanting it for themselves, not realizing they were the cause of their kingdom’s misfortune, and they thought it would be easy to take from a woman.

-Everyone knew how well that went, as you took several of the bastards with you, fighting like a demoness, something Jett still remembers, as he had been in awe of your anger.

-Jett fell not long after you did, and when he woke up in Valhalla, he was fully prepared to follow you in this life as well, even if you didn’t fight anymore, you were the ruler he declared his life to, which Hagis and Chen Gong both agreed to, with their own lords.

-Jett gave them one warning on to not piss you off, else they would get an ass kicking, something neither other second in command wanted to experience.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror chen gong

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ctheathy · 8 months

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So wrong yet So Right

Hellpark Philip[Pip] x Reader

Suggestive Oneshot

Your dear friend had returned from the depths of hell after his terrible demise had taken place. You’ve allowed him into your home as your guest and as a companion, leaving him to grow mesmerised by the amount of sheer memories left in your house from his childhood years. But little would he know that his compassion for you would return along with the remembrance.

Hellpark pip/Reader [Romantic]

[Gender-neutral Darling|Female Darling|Male Darling]

Potential ⚠️TWs⚠️ :

Philip is being unfaithful • Kissing/Minor details of making out session • Suggestive themes

Your eyes were glued onto the male demon infront of you, keeping your eyes locked on him as your own had showcased some paranoia, anxious thoughts and feelings filling your mind. Philip was looking around the souvenirs among your home, oftentimes complimenting your sense of style along with gently stroking over it with his bare fingers. You two were currently in your living room, having invited him after the meeting with your past friend. You had never expected to see him again ... you weren’t supposed to. He was crushed to bits under the feet of that robot all those years ago and it left you traumatized. But ... here he was. Alive and well. You were wondering if whatever deity out there brought him back to you. But the sheer change in personality didn’t go unmissed by you either, but atleast you got to see him. But you couldn’t help but feel this need to help him remember himself, so you didn’t hesitate when a sudden thought popped into your mind. You brought him over towards your bedroom, wanting to show him the amount of memories awaiting the both of you through pictures and paintings back from the past. You striked up a conversation, wanting to release some of the bottled up tension that was currently in the room. You gently walked over to him, hugging him from the side while your soft voice reached out to him, making him freeze in his spot. Your curious eyes looked up to him, making him feel rather fuzzy and warm inside despite the circumstances.

“I missed you ... so much ... Philip”

As your hand got in contact with the warmth of his cheek, brushing away a lock or two with your thumb in hopes of taking a better look at his face. To which you felt a massive sense of relief and comfort upon seeing the actual memorable soft facial features you had so well photographed in memory. Years after years, the ones you hadn’t been able to take a single genuine glimpse at anymore other than from some sad pictures laying around your house, but it had never even been close to comparable. it had almost seemed like they had never left. And it warmed your heart.

Though something you personally didn’t seem to be self aware of was the sickening sense of desperation you had caused the boy in front of you to regain, one he so badly wished to have lost completely back within his years of living in the underworlds. And yet, here he was. Regaining all of it in a matter of seconds. Cause at the end of the day, he was still the same awkward and shy British student from all those years ago ... no matter how much he desires to deny his old self.

He felt tears prickling in his eyes, he was starting to remember who he truly was. And he couldn’t help but feel this sense of devotion to you for that, a connection of a deep bond whom he never had with anyone else in his entire life. Philip felt eternally grateful for you and your antics back at your old school. You made his life bearable and you were like the only truthful light in his vision. He gently took your hands in his own, grabbing your attention and catching you slightly off guard. “. . . Thank you” he softly muttered with an appreciative tone. You jumped a bit before your features softened up once again, giving him a sweet and sincere smile. One he hasn’t laid an eye upon in literal years. Philip felt his heart skip a beat at the genuineness in your features. The sincerity in your eyes ... they almost seemed to be shimmering. And he had found them absolutely stunning in his eyes, your eyes telling stories he wanted to be part of.

But that’s when it hit him how attractive you were. His eyes scanning over the entirety of your face and the realisation setting in that he found you beautiful. He felt some heat rise to his face as he felt himself ... at peace around you. And he just feels so incredibly foolish, feeling a sense of regret wash over him during all of those times he spend wasting without you, having left you behind for so long. His eyes looked towards you in such awe and with so much admiration and he gave you an actual smile of his own, a real smile. He gave your hands a tiny squeeze before speaking in an endearing tone yet again, along with letting out a faint chuckle. “y-you’re an angel, you know that?”

He freed one of his hands from the grasp as it met the side of your face, taking in all of your features. He stroked your cheek with his thumb, before continuing with his speech. “...My angel” He put his hand behind your back, giving you a sense of balance as he looked at you with those glimmering eyes of his. “Please ... may I...?” he softly spoke with a hint of hesitance, but he didn’t shy out from facing his feelings this time. Your expression just lid up, giving a small nod and smile. You looked at him with just so much love that has been hiding within the shadows for ages. Love you’d be more than willing to show him.

You got on your tippy toes, standing up from your leaned position to instead reach the tall height of Philip. You could feel a sense of delight overcome you as you met his soft lips, along with your heart fluttering at feeling it curl into a smile middle in the kiss. But even as you returned from the act, his lips continued to come in contact with your own, turning the kiss into a more intimate moment than expected. His hands were stroking your frame in a gentle massage-like manner all while you clung to him all the same way like your life depended on it. You couldn’t bare losing him yet again in the slightest. You gently rubbed your fingers through his blonde locks affectionately, caressing his scalp with care as the both of your lips locked over and over again. Eventually you took the lead, helping him take off his vest in the intimacy of the moment while he did the same to you. Eventually, his free hand went over and grabbed onto the silver piece of jewelry that was resting on his ring finger.

The ring of his commitment to Damien.

He took a strong grip on it with his fingers as he ripped it off in a swift movement. He just dropped it, leaving the once important sign of trust to clatter across the floor. Leaving it meaningless.

Guess he truly wasn’t as angelic worthy after all.

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S E 7 E N : A F T E R M A T H P A R T 1 N E

Okay so I went ahead and retyped in SOME of the stuff, the other parts i'm going to need to dedicate some serious time to regain all the content i had lost and need to type over, but for now, enjoy part 1 of this final chapter of the series ;) NOT PROOFREAD and there might be alot of mistakes because i was literally typing away trying to get everything drafted back. nearly forgot to mention, slight bit of time skips in this chapter. so when you see the border and the discussion is featuring past content, thats just a scene from back before the current events.

Warnings: not so much in this one. mentions of death and graves but that's about it.

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“You knew her from high school?”

“Yeah….Lily…she and I were pretty close.”

“Oh….I’m sorry to hear that.”

Gazing upon the fallen lettering of the tomb, a young man and his fiancé lay their respects. The world has returned to its former glory since the defeat of the archangel Jol, and the disappearance of Senator Forras. Unbeknownst to everyone, no one knew of the truth behind the angels appearance. With the events that transpired, the unknown seven men who dawned a demonic appearance with their Angel wings, had slaughtered the soldiers of Heaven.

Laying a bouquet of flowers, mourning the death of a former friend, the young couple submits a prayer and part ways from the grave.

Walking through the narrow walkway, decorated by a myriad of tombstones, the young man catches a glimpse of a name that pauses his motion. A name that he also was familiar with.

“Maurice? Baby? What’s wrong?”

Looking at the stone, it was very vague as there were no pertinent information other than a name.

“I knew this girl….sort of. She was really close with Lily, and I remember seeing her a couple times….”

Recalling the events that occurred a year ago, the imagery of the public becoming astounded well after the defeat of the angels, had all developed an eerie sense after noticing that the young woman, the one who was doomed to receive the execution, just before the imminent rescue by the mysterious group that appeared out of nowhere, display shadowed, gray feathered wings.

“Y/N L/N”

………………..

“Oh isn’t that the girl that had disappeared? Did they ever find her body?”

“No….not a single thing concerning her whereabouts.”

“That’s a shame…”

“Yeah….I remember…she was really nice….I wonder…..with her and Lily…..with what had happened….I wonder if there is a logical explanation as to why those things appeared in the first place….and why those who were selected….what made them stick out to receive such harsh deaths….”

The young man ponders for a moment as he takes his beloved’s hand, and continues to lead her away.

“What did they end up burying if they didn’t find her? How do they even know she died?”

“They don’t…..but the government assumed, since her remains or whereabouts was never found out, that she died from the incineration that occurred between the two monsters. But since they couldn’t find anything, they buried a photo of her instead.”

“Oh….what a sad time….”

Indeed it was. Despite that one year had passed since then, the world was still recovering from the harshness of its former state. Relishing in the freedom of living without having to worry about sin, personal gratification was no longer frowned upon, the people moved forward, but not without learning a harsh lesson from everything that had occurred.

“Babe let’s go inside the coffee shop real quick, I want to grab a drink, is that okay?”

“Yeah babe, go ahead. I'll be right in.”

Opting to wait outside as he checks his emails on his new phone, he glances up for a moment upon something or..... someone catching the vision of his peripherals….

“Wait….is that……?”

The long hair that reflected a slight yet vivid violet hue from the suns rays, the glowing complexion, the cherry stained red lips, he immediately recognized the stunning young woman who walked out of the cafe, dawning a simple white halter dress with black trim. She walked around the corner of the cafe, enjoying a small coffee drink, yet remained absolutely aloof in her expression and was quiet, despite the passerby’s acknowledging her, admitting small greetings and gasps as they set their sights on the unreal beauty she displayed through the coloration of her features and that gaze in her eye.....a sight to die for.

“……y/n???”

Trailing after her, the young man turns around the corner of the building just seconds behind the woman's trail. The moment he made it around the corner, his eyes widened with shock and panic.....

As if she had disappeared, the woman was no where to be found. Instead, a long strip of shopping outlets remained in sight. They were all closed as none would be opened this early in the morning, and with no other immediate turns or crossings, the young man found himself confused and anxious as there couldn’t have been any way for the woman to vanish so suddenly out of thin air….

“Was I imagining it? Did I really see her?….maybe…”

................

Approaching his elder brother from behind, he seldomly stares at the back of his form. His dark hair laying nicely and tapered towards the back of his neck, the back of his head delicately wrapped with the lace wrap he had adorned over his dark, lustful eyes.

He felt sorry for him.

Watching as his elder stood in between the large marbled pillars of his kingdom, the younger brother, Jungwon, had sensed a deepened fore longing within the man as he remained within his dark kingdom, quietly, always taking the time to admire the work he had spent these years in beautifying it.

Breaching Heeseung, Jungwon watches him gaze out into the open horizon of his region.

"What it is it....Jungwon?"

Without breaking his gaze or stance, Heeseung remained standing as his hands rested within his pockets as he continues to stare at the moon. His voice was calm, soft, and gentle.

"Nothing...just came to check on you really. Still deep in thought I see." Jungwon casually states as he walks up and stands next to his elder brother.

With a gentle pat on his back, Jungwon smiles as he lightly taps his elder's shoulder, before sharing the view.

"Jake says that you've been standing here since last night. It's not surprising though....ever since you left with the muses that day, you've been very melancholy. "

Looking up at his elder, Jungwon watches as the masked figure next to him slightly gulps down a breath as he maintained the view of his sight through the lace of his mask.

Leaning against a pillar, Jungwon focuses his gaze on Heeseung as he leans his head back to rest against the marbled surface.

".......I know Jake already tried, though he said he couldn't get a whole lot out of you.....won't you tell me what's been on your mind all these years?" Jungwon softly speaks out as he performs a half smile.

"................"

"I can't say that I miss the way you used to roam and slaughter, that version of you was a bit too much." He chuckles out as he jokes out of his elder brother's former manners. "But that doesn't mean that we as your brothers, wouldn't take a change that we see in you as something to be alarmed of. Please......talk to me Heeseung....what happened all those years ago when you left with the muses?"

..........

A quiet but deep sigh emerges from Heeseung's mouth as he slowly dragged his tongue over his upper lip before finally he spoke.

"It haunts me when I'm awake.....it teases me when I'm asleep. It's festering inside me....like insects devouring a carcass. It won't let me rest until......."

Jungwon displays a slightly concerning look as he leans away from the pillar his body rested on.

"Until?....."

"Until I take it....and bring it here...."

"Whats "it"?"

"...................her.........."

"...her?"

Nodding with a side smirk, it was very faint but evident, and the first one he issued in a long time. Jungwon tilts his head while admitting a faint chuckle upon seeing his elder brother displaying some normality in his features. Finally, after nearly seven thousand years, the Devil was finally breaching the moment that he had been so patiently waiting for.

"....Who is she?......." Jungwon asks, immensely intrigued that a woman had been the reason behind the change in his brother's temperament.

".......Y/N.........."

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"......MY.....Y/N....."

Authors note: Part 2 is under way.

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