#my magic man and my angry demon

[punkmacabre-arc]

# ( 𝔮. ) — ◟ WHAT IS YOUR THRONE MADE OF ???

OF STEEL:

a ruler of steel leads their people with strength and determination. they are renowned throughout the lands for their dedication to their people and their high levels of ambition. they have opponents, and many whisper about their ruthlessness. however, it cannot be denied that a ruler of steel cares for their people and their kingdom, and aims to always rule them with strength and with success.

tagged by: @magitanna my darling 🖤 tagging: @mekhashephah, @iudicatus, @crowhley, @szygyst & anyone else who'd like to !!

#✞ ⠀ ⠀ ᶠᴵᴳ ⁵ ⠀ . ⠀ ⠀ games #'many whisper about their ruthlessness but it cannot be denied that they care for their people' #that's him !!! perpetually caught by his own yearning- his compassion for the people #especially from childhood- john has seen/felt the worst sort of apathy in people (his father.. the government.. even divine/holy beings..) #but it's the people's hope- people's trust (albeit misplaced) in the world and HIM that keeps him going #yeah his soul may be owned by a ragtag bunch of demons and every other damned soul waiting for their revenge on him #the real price of magic tho? it's the constant sucker punch in the gut every time a friend dies on his watch... a lover leaving him... #his own selfish (angry + ruthless) thrillseeking ways :handshake: the guilt and grief constantly burning at the nerves #simply unable to let go of either because to find what lies underneath - truly and deeply - is genuinely terrifying to him #can't con the conman i'm 'fraid john ! #anyway someday i'll write a proper meta... just know this grungey lil man makes me sick to my stomach and i love him so #q.

[jyoongim]

Can I request and Alastor x reader where she was his wife when they were alive but she ends up in heaven while in her early 20’s due to being murdered on her way home from his radio station one night. She never knew about Alastor’s crimes but she finds out about the extermination at the meeting Charlie has with heaven and sneaks down during the next extermination not knowing if Alastor is still alive or not? Maybe some magic like reader singing No Good Deed from Wicked trying to prevent Alastor from being harmed or killed? Once they find each other I can’t imagine Alastor ever letting her leave again, not even to heaven. Can I request a bit of fluff and maybe NSFW to make up for the time spent apart? Thank you!

Title: Ruined Redemption 

Warnings: 18+! NSFW, angel!wife Reader, fem!reader, reader & Alastor married, mention of past life, mention of death, demon!alastor, fluff, creampie, rough sex, French, Heaven & Hell, am i missing something????

”You sure you dont want me to walk you home cher? I can wrap up right now” Alastor said as you pressed your soft lips to his cheek. You reassured him you would be fine. That you were perfectly capable of getting home without him escorting you.  ���No no ill be fine promise. Just dont stay too late hmm? I would love to have my husband in our bed for once when the sun ain’t risin’” you said, glaring at him playfully. 

He chuckled, nodding ”Be careful on your way home cher, it ain’t safe for a doll like yourself to be roamin’ the streets at this time of night” Alastor said as you waved goodbye.

“I love you”

The stars twinkled in the sky as you stared up at them.

You blinked, raising a weak hand up to them.

 Blood.

You were bleeding. 

You had took a shortcut to get home and a man had grabbed you into a dark alleyway.

He tried to take advantage of you but you resisted, angry that you wouldn’t be a easy target he slit your throat so you wouldn’t cry out, leaving you to bleed out onto the cold concrete.

Your wedding ring shined at you. You let out a gurgle,

Alastor…

You use to think that people were lyin’ when they said your life flashed when times of death, but tears welled in your eyes as every memory of you and Alastor came to your mind.

The night you met Alastor was the last one you saw as you heaved your last breath.

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”Did you forget Hell is forever?”

You sat at the council meeting as the princess of Hell tried to reason with Sera. You were saddened that the Angels went down and executed the soul of the damned.

You thought the idea of rehabilitating souls was a good idea. 

You had waited years to see Alastor, but you quickly became concerned when each year he didn’t pass through those pearly gates.

Alastor was in Hell. At least you had hoped. 

You heard that the next extermination was soon and you plotted to descend to Hell to find your lost lover.

Alastor please be okay 

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Hell wasn’t as bad as you thought. 

You quickly found the hotel the princess hosted and knocked on the door.

”Oh why hello- wait you’re-” Charlie stuttered.

You gave her a smile. You must have looked ridiculous, an Angel at her door and with the extermination approaching.

”D-Do you know Alastor?” You asked, almost pleading that you hoped your lover was at her hotel.

She blinked and nodded, letting you inside.

”I thought your idea was bees knees by the way”you said as she ushered you to sit on a couch.

”W-Why thank you! But…how do you know Alastor?” She asked.

You fiddled with your ring. “Well you see I’m his-”

”Darlin’? ” a voice interrupted you.

You almost broke your neck turning around. You let out a gasp “A-Alastor?”

A tall red demon stood in the archway.

He was dressed in all red, save for the few black accents.

His face dawned shocked, though his smile never faltered. But you saw it was tense.

You stood up and approached him.

Theres no way this was your Alastor…

You subconsciously reached a hand to his face “A-Alastor…is it really you?”

He leaned into your touch, grasping your wrist softly

”Mon cher…”

Your eyes welled with tears and you launched yourself at him, wrapping your arms around him as you buried your face in his chest.

Still in shock, Alastor wrapped his lanky arms around you.

Whiskey and sandalwood. That was the scent that flooded your nose, same scent that always clung to him.

”I t-thought i would never see you again” you cried.

”what are you doing here?” You asked

He smiled “I should be askin you the same thing. A pretty thing like you shouldn’t be down here”

You didn’t even realize that an audience had gathered.

”what’s white wings doing down here?”

You eased your grip on him, actually taking him in.

He looked nothing like your Alastor, but you knew it was him.

”Oh baby what could you have done to land yourself in hell?” You asked.

The tall spider gave a laugh “Freaky face there is one of hell’s most powerful Overlords toots”

Alastor glared at him before looking down at you “Its a rather unpleasant story my dear, but I guess I should tell you now”

And tell you he did.

You wouldn’t have thought that your Alastor was the one who had once terrorized your city.

Your husband was…You had married a killer.

”regret marrying me doll?”he asked at your shocked face.

You shook your head “Never” you gave him a smile “But you’re at a hotel that promotes soul redemption?”

He laughed “Just a little investment of mine to pass the time. I have no notion to redeem my soul”

This caused you to panic “B-but the extermination!”

He caressed your cheek “Don’t worry about that, I wont let anything happen”

You huffed, deciding to trust him “Well aren’t you gonna introduce me?” You asked turning to give your full attention to the bunch.

”Why of course! Everyone this pretty doll is my darling wife” he beamed

”WIFE!?”

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Alastor took you on a tour of the hotel. You walked, arms interlocked as he showed you around.

You laughed when he brought you to his radio tower “Just couldn’t let it go huh?” You had said, earning a laugh.

He led you to his bedroom. You marveled at how it suited him. There was a swamp that split up the room.

A true southern man you sighed.

You sat on his bed, taking it all in.

Alastor couldn’t believe that you were here.

He thought that he would never see you again.

He had figured that you were in Heaven after a few decades.

You were his sweet little wife. You were the only good thing in his life.

He absolutely lost his mind when he was told you were killed on your way home.

He should have walked you home.

Your death weighed on him for decades. Even in death.

But here you were.

You hadn’t changed a day. Well the wings and halo were new.

”Mon cher…” He approached you, voice dropping the static and kneeled before you. 

You were real and you were here.

His arms wrapped around your waist as he laid his head on your lap.

Your hands found his hair, massaging his scalp. You tickled at his ears and giggled when they twitched.

”je suis désolé mon amour. je suis tellement désolé que tu aies connu un sort aussi cruel. si j'étais juste rentré à la maison avec toi... je suis vraiment désolé” his heart was pounding as he nuzzled into your stomach.

You smiled at his words. You cupped his cheeks, lifting his face to yours “it wasn’t your fault Al. Things happen. All that matters is that we are together again. ‘Ill defy death itself to be with you," were our vows remember?”

Alastor moved quickly. He gently pushed you onto your back as he climbed over you.

”tell me…tell me our vows again”

He tugged at his bow tie and stripped off his jacket, you retracted your wings as you watched him

”A-Al?” You whispered, suddenly breathless.

”please…tell me our wedding vows”

”From the moment our paths crossed, it was always you.

It was the moment we met that I saw everything. 

Our future.” 

He unbuttoned his dress shirt.

“You were everything i ever dreamed of and became so much more. 

I love you.”

He leaned down to kiss you

“Heaven and Earth cannot compare to how much I love you. 

Through the good and bad, Ill always love you.

 I give my heart and soul to you to cherish for an eternity ”

You wrapped your arms around his neck as he peppered wet kisses along your neck

”Ill reap the Earth to and tear the Heavens apart to remain bound to you”

You gasped as he nipped your shoulder

”This love I give can never die. For Ill defy death itself to forever be with you.”

he buttoned your shirt, brushing a thumb over your nipples. A shiver ran through you.

”For death itself could never part us. 

I am yours forever and always and ill raise Hell if death tried to part us ”

You moaned softly as he took a nipple into his mouth.

“Alastor…”

The rest of your clothing was quickly removed.

You almost wanted to cover yourself.

When was the last time you were intimate with Alastor?

You felt like you were on your wedding night all over again.

”You’re as beautiful as when you were alive my dear”. He whispered, spreading your thighs.

You jumped feeling his hand skim your exposed clit.

You were embarrassed with how wet you were.

he still had that effect on you, even in the afterlife.

Your breath hitched as he dipped a finger inside you

Alastor groaned, you felt just as you did before.

You pulled him to your face, your face flushed and eyes lidded. Your soft lips met his as he worked your cunt.

”Alastor please” you whined against his lips.

You were always such an impatient thing.

But he would never deny you.

He growled ”If I fuck you Ill never let you go. You’ll never see those pearly gates again if you let me have you. So tell me you don’t want this, you don’t want me and Ill stop” he shimmied out of his pant, freeing his cock.

Alastor was lying. Even if you told him to stop and you didn’t want this he would never let you go back to Heaven.

Not when he just got you back.

Your lips met his again, the kiss was filled with longing and passion.

”I never want to be without you again”

He slammed his lips on yours again as he slid his cock into you, swallowing your squeal as you took him.

Fuuuuuuuuuucccccckkkkk

He gave a few soft thrusts to make sure you adjusted well to him.

You panted into the crook of his neck. Nails clawing into his back as he rocked into you.

A cry ripped from your throat as he gained momentum.

”Aahh!”

This was different. So different from when you were alive.

Alastor was always passionate in bed with you, but this…this was so…you couldn’t even describe it.

a word popped into your head.

Divine

The way he fucked you told of how much he had missed you. 

Decades of being apart melting away as he pounded into you.

You locked your ankles behind his waist.

”You always take me so good cher. So so so good” He moaned into your ear.

The sound of skin hitting skin and your soft moans filled the air.

His cock hit that soft sweet spot inside you making you wetter.

”Ill ruin you. Fuck you til you’re drenched in me. Until your very scent is covered in me.” a harsh thrust brought him to be buried to the hilt.

Alastor smirked as your cunt fluttered

”You want that doll? To be ruined? To never see Heaven again? Hmmm you’ll throw away your salivation to be fucked by a demon like me?”

The telltale squelch of your cunt was his answer.

He would be damned if he ever let you out of his sight again.

His pace turned rough, he could feel himself changing.

”Alastor?” You felt him get bigger. His body morphed and when you looked at him, he expected fear.

But you looked in awe as he turned into his demon form.

Antlers big as willow branches, eyes black and glowing red like dials. He was disheveled.

He looked like a wild beast.

And he was fucking you like one.

All you could do was hang onto him. Letting him take you like you would disappear.

”ooh fuck aaahh please please” you cried as he fucked you, rutting into you with so much force you swear the bed was knocking against the wall.

You  felt your thighs tremble from taking his brute thrusts. That familiar tingle forming in your stomach.

were you gonna cum? Could you cum?

guess you’ll find out

Your demon husband was fucking you and you were gonna cum.

on his demon cock…oh heavens…

”Tu vas jouir, chérie ? Tu vas laisser un démon t'arracher ta libération ? Vous voulez que? hmmm? Tu veux jouir sur la bite de ton démon ? laisse-moi l'avoir chérie”

He purred, fucking into you so hard that a slight bulge was present.

He was going to break you. Ruin you.

He unhooked your legs, pushing one to your chest to get a better angle. Hitting those spots that had you seeing stars.

”A-Al! Oooh fu-fuuuck! I-I’m cumming oh my g-”

A large claw hand covered your lips

He snarled “There’s no God here sweetheart. Now. Cum”

Your body seized, feeling like a fire had set off as your organ ripped through you.

Alastor slapped his mouth over yours to eat your cries.

He thrusted into feverishly, seeking to paint your heavenly walls white with his cum as he fucked you through your orgasm.

”that’s a good girl, milking me dry”

He gently cradled your limp head, nipping at your swollen lips “where you want me cher? Cause i got half a mind to soak you in my cum”

You whined “i-inside…please cum inside me Alastor…baby please!”

He grinned “As you wish”

His pace quickened and with a low growl he emptied his cum into your cunt, sighing as he filled you til it spilled around him.

You let out a soft whine as he pulled out, wincing at the emptiness that he left behind, feeling his cum drip down your ass.

Alastor purred like an engine as he took you into his arms, basking in the afterglow as you cuddled into his side.

This is where you belonged.

By his side.

He’ll tear Heaven apart if they tried to take you back.

You were the Radio Demon’s.

Forever and always

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[captainmera]

i never realised just how much tgb had changed how i thought about the characters (mostly vee) until yesterday when i was re-looking over my toh fan-art. You wrote them so well that i forgot that it wasnt all in the show. like how vee and gus weren't shown to being best friends, vee never got to be angry/shocked by hunter or just willow still holding a little grudge against amity. They are just cool details and im so clad they were added! ps your great

Thank you! Wow that's very flattering! I'm glad you are enjoying it!

I really like Vee, and the more I think about the gang's time in the human-realm, the more I sit back in my chair and think "Ah man, these arcs are really necessary and interesting though.."

Vee also holds a lot of plot, as a basilisk. We can speculate what the reason is that they were extinct, for example (grimwalkers were extinct too).

Wat I really enjoy about TOH's characters are how easily and smoothly they weave into each other's themes and arcs. Their personalities and histories makes them all perfect friends to both build them up and break them down. It's a chefs kiss.

Vee is no different! The set-up for her character was perfectly slotted in to what the other characters needed for their time in the human-realm. And the theme I think the human-realm was supposed to embody.

The demon-realm arc for Luz was a hero's journey, but because of the foil of the trope, and that the point was that: there is no hero/chosen one actually, and the rebels didn't make it in time like in the books, and just because it's a different realm it didn't mean Luz could escape - escapism is temporary.

Dana has said grief and hope are core elements of the story, and she chose to tell it through a foiled trope of being chosen/hero's journey, layered with a religious trauma lens.

To me, looking at Luz as the main character, means looking at her as a nerdy girl in need of escapism, wanting to find purpose, and avoiding her emotions about her dad's passing.

The return to human-realm would be, for Luz, a turning point where TOH turns from being about a hero's journey and a journey about the steps of grief and healing - at the end of it, she will find the light.

Vee, to me, is kind of like a new take on the guide character. She is not a guide, in the sense that she has all the answers, but rather all the truths.

She was right when she told Luz she had everything and still chose to run away. They're not the same. Vee is also a lot better than Luz at being normal and fitting in, something Luz has been playing off and avoiding facing. Luz sees herself as being different as a bad thing, she tried to run away to a place where "weird" was normal and that didn't work out. Now she's back home and feels that it's all her fault bad things happened, because she is herself. And the person she is is different. And different didn't mean special, just different. Of course she's depressed.

The same is true for all the other characters. Vee gets to reflect their truths too, simply by being crafted, narratively, into being the guide.

Hunter gets to face his actions as the GG, come to terms with the nuances of his bad actions, whatever reason he committed what he did. Find forgiveness not just from Vee but himself too. He gets to start over, just like her. She shows him it's possible.

Gus gets someone to share his dream with, his love and enthusiasm for the human realm. A place that Vee feels is more home than where she came from. Gus gets to grow as a person, both morally and intelligently. As does Vee, she gets somebody who shows her that she doesn't just have to be a refugee, she can have a purpose here. She can be an ambassador.

Willow was set up to have an arc where she mistook her newfound magical and physical strengths (she is working out a lot in canon after she changed track), for inner strengths. Willow is a sensitive girl, and a bit of a berserk (I mean she was willing to burn her own mind just to hurt Amity). Willow having to face Vee, who isn't physically stronger than her but is significantly further down the road of being internally strong, is something Willow can learn from. Perhaps even have conflict with! (but more so a conflict with herself than with Vee, really.)

With Amity, Vee has a simpler role. I think to Amity it's more so showing that it's possible to live in the human realm, and giving her hope that going back and forth is a future for everyone who wishes to do so. Creatively speaking, I think Amity and Vee more so to bounce off one another for the plot, rather than character growth or decline.

Camila, I think, is the most interesting. Because she has now spent approximately a year with Vee, half of it thinking she was Luz and having feelings about her daughter having changed so much, the line "I'm glad youre still creative" comes to mind. As well as the terror of losing Luz again. But also, because she has had her own unseen arc and development with Vee, and them having bonded into a foster family that we never got to see glimpses of, it goes without saying that Camila has already done the internal work to take on more kids if that's necessary. I think she saw these kids by her door and thought "yep. They're mine now too." Vee, I think, is interesting to toss into the family dynamic between Luz and Camila, who seemingly are misunderstanding one another significantly. Vee sees them both, and can be a voice of reason when it comes to it. Or if it would come to it.

ANYWAY MY RANTS ARE LONG. IM DONE. THANKS FOR READING.

#TOH #the owl house #toh vee #vee noceda

[mellowwillowy]

Back at Yan! Bishop vs Yan! Preacher agenda (GN)

CW: Somnophilia, tentacles (Eldritch horror), asphyxiation

Yan! Preacher who is just a walking menace, he is much more of a demon than a man of holy scriptures, always teaching you entirely false things.

Yan! Preacher who won't hesitate to pull Yan! Bishop's leg for shits and giggles, a hand that lingers on you longer than intended, a lip that is so threateningly close to yours, and a knee pressed down on your crotch by the church altar.

Yan! Bishop who is almost always fuming in anger whenever such indecencies are shown, chiding hands and lips get close to you as he yanks you close to him instead. Despite the vein that popped out of his skin, he could never get angry with you.

Yan! Preacher who enjoys the little cat and mouse game thoroughly with both you and him, ready to end the game whenever he feels so.

Yan! Bishop who will resort to restricting you from meeting the preacher, even going as far as installing locks on your bedroom.

Yan! Bishop who loves you dearly to the point he’s ready to burn the full ache he gets from looking at you sticking around the Preacher, so much that forbidden magic is imbued on the locks.

"Quite the nice locks there, huh? These would burn if I ever lay my fingers on it, no?"

"Then I suggest you not try your hand on it or them lest I decide to burn you myself."

Noel frowned at the way Caelus leaned onto the door to your bedroom casually, as though challenging him to do so. As much as the locks would burn him, it would only amount to tripping him but never making him fall.

At that statement, the bishop raised one of his eyebrows, "Pardon?"

"Done locking it? If so, I think it's time for you to scram."

"The same can be said of you, what are you waiting for?"

"The same as you."

The golden-eyed man flashed him a toothy grin that reached his eyes, "Think I'd never catch your tail? How many times have you worshipped them to the point you copulate with them?"

Noel twitched at his remarks. As though he was remarked to be a mutt in heat, he could also not deny the fact that he had done something unpardonable.

Caelus rounded his way toward Noel and gave his shoulder a squeezing pat, "I'd also rather not sit idly waiting for you to leave just to get my fair share of play."

With a flick of a wrist, the Preacher's finger was imbued with a glowing magic that allowed him to break the locks. Caelus nodded in gratitude for the undoing, "But when it comes to exorcising, I suppose having a lending hand won't hurt."

"Your point is?"

The Preacher smiled at his words, "I'd say we enjoy this together, I won't do anything with your little adoration game to my doll though I must say, sharing is never my forte..."

—

It felt vivid. Within your dreamscape, you could feel something rocking you yet in an oddly pleasurable way. Ghost of fingers and tongues that felt your skin to a dull ache between your legs.

"Didn't I tell you to not fuck like a bitch in heat?" Noel chided the other, failing to keep his wording proper when his cock was snuggled deep inside your mouth, tip twitching just from the rumble of your throat when Caelus managed to hit the right spot.

"Shut it, fraud." Caelus hissed in gritted teeth as he angled you to take his cock even deeper, "𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴, can't you hear those little whimpers they make for me?"

As much as he'd like to give his fair face a punch, Noel couldn't help but acknowledge the fact that you two were never an item. But so were you and Caelus!

"Then I have the right to say the same too." Noel's eyes fell on your sex, his fingers trailed from your navel to it, feeling the warmth it emitted before working on it, earning yet another whimper from you that made him jerk his hips unwillingly.

"Ooh~? Pretty boy is having a hard time?"

"Shut it-" Noel clasped his mouth with the back of his hand, his hips snapping backward and forward, chasing his own climax albeit gently in a sense. Just as the Bishop's mind was clouded in lust, his red orbs focused on your face, the Preacher took his chance to manipulate your dream into a picture of reality.

"Hm..." His hand traveled to your neck, holding the rosary tightly for a moment before snapping his hips hard and fast.

Caelus couldn't manipulate it even just for a 1/3, let alone entirely. It was not a pleasant fact knowing that he wasn't in charge of the situation alas he could only unravel his displeasure into you.

His finger grazed the rosary as he muttered out a spell, his other hand rested on Noel's back before imbuing it with magic, pushing Noel toward you abruptly.

"Hkh-! What in the world are you-" Just before Noel could elbow him, the rosary tightened around your neck, causing you to groan and sending a wave of pleasure toward Noel's cock that was nuzzled deep in your throat now.

Noel's eyes were trained to the ominous threat yet his mind just could not stop causing him to rut into you, desperate for a release. And release did he have it, the idea of it trickling down through your trachea in ease made him shiver.

"Wh-what? Shit, can't pull it out."

"Hm? I never knew the Bishop enjoys molesting his followers like this, bruising their throat and getting off from it." The Preacher snarked at him, his pace remained steady as shadows of tentacles glowered into an image.

The rosary fell loose, allowing Noel to pull out and adore the mess he had done. His finger went to wipe the stain he left before he gave your lip a soft kiss, causing the other entity to roll his eyes.

"How uncivilized."

"More like you're the uncivilized one here with how foul your methods are..."

"I'm not a mirror you know."

"Done being lovey dovey? If so, you ought to scram, I need space."

Noel raised one of his eyebrows before he saw the shadow again. Numerous tentacles appeared out of the shadow and folded you into a mating press, ankles placed by your ears.

"You-!" Noel's hand was swung into motion as he tried to imbue it with magic yet nothing would come out, causing Caelus to chortle at his attempt.

"You are doing great in controlling their dream but that's just as far as you can go. Abuse more power and you might just set yourself on fire instead." As much as Noel was capable of doing so, he knew that he was not on the same level when it came down to magic with Caelus.

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘢 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘩 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭.

Caelus hummed out an ancient lullaby you had always enjoyed hearing him sing, his rutting rocking you back and forth like a baby in a cradle being rocked back and forth.

The tentacle threatened itself into your mouth, the suckers feeling your tongue before it entered deeper, and the other gave your neck a squeeze that was barely below crashing your windpipe.

Whimpers, or should Noel noted, choked sobs slipped past your filled mouth, and a single tear fell out of your heavily lidded eyes. Noel knelt down and his tongue went to lick it upward, savoring the saltiness before peppering your face with kisses as he hushed you down, his hand clasped against yours.

"You are doing great, shh... good... good..."

At the sight of your hand clasped with Noel's, Caelus's eyes flickered in disdain yet he held back his comment, lip turning downward and his pace started to turn into a bruising one, uncaring of whether you were pleasured or not.

If he could snap you out of your dream, he would. That way, just perhaps you would freak out and let go of Noel's hand, gripping the bedsheet tightly looked better if you were hesitant in holding his hand or tentacle.

The tentacles squeezed themselves harder against your neck, causing more tears to slip out and louder sobs to fall out. It did not bother Caelus in the slightest for he knew,

𝘛𝘩𝘦 '𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦' 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨.

A flash of you passed through his mind, snapping him out of his trance, and he bit his lip to the point it bled, his seed nestled deep inside you as his hip halted in place.

The tentacles retreated as he pulled himself out, and your body laid back properly as a dribble of cum leaked out of your abused hole. Noel's hand was still clasping yours as his now gleaming turquoise eyes locked with Caelus' golden orbs.

Two glowing eyes stared at each other in disdain, ready to strangle each other.

—

"Keep looking at me like that and I'll have you sent to Carcosa."

"And keep sticking around them and I'll have you burnt, monster."

You woke up to the birds chirping, opening your eyes as you adjusted your eyes to the light. You tried to sit up only to feel a dull ache in your hip. Weirded out, you slipped your feet into your slippers only to feel ached on your ankles,

"Wha-" You clasped your throat, it hurt when you tried to speak and your voice was hoarse.

Just what in the world had happened during your sleep? Setting worries aside, you were certain that both Noel and Caelus would have the answer for it.

Author’s Note:

Carcosa is a fictional city in Ambrose Bierce's short story "An Inhabitant of Carcosa" (1886)

While writing this, I have to make @thescribeoflostmemories helps me around with Caelus [one, because Caelus is half inspired by one of his OC so she knows his way around lol (also to not OOC his OC painfully <3)]

#CatboX #x GN Reader #Yandere x Reader #Noel the Unbent #Caelus the Henchman #yandere smut #yandere scenarios #yandere imagines #yandere OC #Kudo for them not fightin throwing punches mid sex #yandere eldritch horror

[anonymousewrites]

Nature of the Human Soul (Book 1) Chapter Four

Platonic! Hazbin Hotel x Teen! Reader

Father Figure! Alastor x Teen! Reader

Chapter Four: New Hotel Guest

Summary: An unusual demon decides to come to the Hotel.

            Charlie, having spent the afternoon trying to get people to come to the hotel, crashed onto the couch of the lobby. She literally couldn’t go on after such a disappointing experience.

            “So, how’d it go?” said Angel.

            Vaggie sighed. “Not a single new recruit.”

            “Yeah. Well, who would want to use their last days not fucking and fighting?” said Angel.

            Something banged on the front door, and everyone paused to glance at it. Vaggie approached and opened it. Sir Pentious stood outside with his hat in his hands and an awkward smile.

            “Why, hello, my dear—Wait, wait, wait!” Pentious backed up as Vaggie whipped out her spear to point at him. “I come in peace!”

            “What are you doing here?!” snapped Vaggie.

            “Vaggie, what’s the problem?” sighed Charlie, dragging herself to the door. She gasped as she saw Pentious. “Oh, hello again!”

            “I didn’t come looking for a fight!” said Pentious instantly. “I, uh, I heard that you’re helping people. People who want to be better?”

            “You heard right!” said Charlie excitedly. “Welcome to our home of healing. Our resort of restoration. Our—”

            “Are you fucking nuts?” Angel blocked the entrance of the hotel before Charlie could bring Pentious inside. “That chump was trying to kill us, like, literally six hours ago. And now you want to bring him in here to live with us?!”

            “Absolutely!” said Charlie. “This place is about second chances! And who deserves one more than this…slithery…slippery…special little man.”

            “Do you want to rephrase that and make him sound any less suspicious?” said (Y/N), narrowing their eyes as they looked at Pentious.

            “He’s fine,” said Charlie brightly.

            (Y/N) looked at Vaggie. “Can’t you throw him out or something? Protect the hotel?”

            Charlie gave Vaggie puppy-eyes before Vaggie could say no. She sighed. “I…guess he’s not much of a threat without the war machine. Or even with the war machine.”

            Pentious deflated at not being thought a threat.

            “Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!” said Charlie, hugging Vaggie. “Sir Pentious, welcome to the Hazbin Hotel!”

            “Oh, no, darling, thank you!” said Pentious. “You won’t regret this.” He walked inside behind Charlie.

            Angel and (Y/N) narrowed his eyes.

            “I’m going to kill him if he tries anything,” muttered (Y/N).

            “Charlie won’t like that.” Angel looked at them. “And can you even control your abilities?”

            “I don’t need magic. I’d be angry enough,” said (Y/N).

            “Fair enough,” said Angel. “I give him a week tops.”

            “So, this is the bar and the bartender,” said Charlie, bringing Pentious into the lobby. “This is the curtain, and this is the new wall after you break the last one, heh, and, oh, this, this is—”

            “Babe, you don’t have to show him every detail,” said Vaggie.

            “Sorry, I’m just so excited to have our first real guest!” said Charlie.

            “Uh, what the hell are (Y/N) and I then?” said Angel, crossing his arms.

            “Well, you’re an important part of our family here, Angel,” said Charlie, smiling. “But you, um, uh…”

            “Constantly make us look bad, sexually harass the staff, and have literally never once tried to improve?” suggested Vaggie.

            “I haven’t done any of that,” said (Y/N).

            “You don’t care about what you did in life,” said Vaggie, putting her hands on her hips.

            “Doesn’t mean I don’t support you,” said (Y/N).

            “And you just agreed to let Alastor teach you to use magic,” said Vaggie.

            “Personally, I think that’s a great idea for myself,” said (Y/N), smiling.

            Vaggie groaned.

            “What she means is, it’s just nice to have someone more actively interested for once,” said Charlie with a smile.

            Angel’s smile fell, and (Y/N) frowned. They hadn’t done anything bad since arriving in Hell. And, yes, they weren’t sure about how this experiment would work, but if anyone could do it, (Y/N) thought Charlie could help people. That had to count for something.

            …Alright, maybe (Y/N) could be doing more, but in their defense, (Y/N) never got to have any fun in life, so they were just trying to enjoy themself in death.

            “Over here we have our maid, Niffty,” said Charlie.

            “The bad boy is back!” said Niffty, running up to Pentious. She jumped onto him and grabbed the lapels of his shirt. “Never leave me again.”

            “We’re about eighty percent sure she’s harmless,” said Charlie, laughing nervously. “And over here we have—Oh, uh, Alastor!” The Radio Demon had come to the lobby. “—Our gracious Facility Manager.” Charlie cleared her throat. “You’ve met our newest guest, Sir Pentious…”

            “Ah, yes. You’re the one who ruined my coat.” Alastor’s grin sharpened. I definitely remember you now.”

            Charlie interceded before any violence could occur. “Well, I guess this is a great time for your first lesson.” She cleared her throat. “ ‘How to apologize.’ ” She smiled at Pentious. “The first step to becoming a better person is to admit when you are wrong. Why don’t you give it a try?”

            This is gonna be good, thought (Y/N).

            “Yes, um…Mr. Um, Radio Demon, sir, please forgive me for attacking you and ruining your very lovely coat…” Pentious smiled nervously and held up a small scrap of cloth. “Um, here.”

            Alastor took the scrap. “Oh-ho, not many people have been able to take even this much off me. It must have meant quite a lot to you.” Green flames ate up the cloth while everyone stared. Alastor grinned.

            Charlie decided to call a hotel meeting before anything else could go astray with the new addition to the guests.

            “Now, with a new resident, I think it’s important we all get to know each other, so we are going to play a little game,” said Charlie. “Everyone, follow me! My name is Charlie.” She clapped twice. “I like to sing.” Two claps. “And when we get to know each other, it’s the greatest thing.” Two claps. Charlie smiled and gestured to Pentious.

            “My name’s Sir Pentious,” said Pentious. He clapped awkwardly. “I like to build.” Two claps. “And despite my stupid Egg Bois, I think I’m very skilled.” He clapped.

            Charlie gestured at Angel, and he deadpanned. “This is stupid.”

            “This is not stupid, it’s just the game,” said Charlie, clapping and singing. “Sir Pentious did it well, so now please try to do the same.”

            “I am too sober for this,” said Angel.

            “I can’t make up a rhyme on the spot,” said (Y/N). They attempted a welcoming smile to make Charlie happy. “But I’m (Y/N).”

            In Charlie’s next attempt at bonding, she put together a skit for Angel and Pentious to perform. It was, of course, cheesy.

            “ ‘Oh, I’m a bad man on the streets who never got enough hugs,’ ” said Angel. “ ‘Now, where’s an innocent kid I can sell crack to?’ Wow, who wrote this?”

            “It’s great, right?! Keep going,” said Charlie excitedly.

            “ ‘Hey, you!’ ” said Angel to Pentious, dressed as a stereotypical kid.

            “Who, me?” said Pentious, licking a lollipop.

            “ ‘Yeah, you look like a kid who could use some devil’s dandruff,’ ” said Angel, deadpan. “Oh, for fuck’s sake.”

            “Not me, I have to go home and study,” said Pentious proudly.

            “ ‘Come on, kid. It’ll make you cool like me. The crack head,’ ” said Angel.

            “The only cool thing here is to say no to drugs,” said Pentious. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to not have sexual intercourse before marriage.”

            “Oh, bravo, bravo!” said Charlie, clapping. “Wow, Pentious, at this rate you’ll be redeemed in no time.”

            I don’t think we have this to a science, thought (Y/N).

            “I…I’m going to bed,” said Angel suddenly, walking away.

            “I am so proud of you, Sir Pentious,” said Charlie. “That was amazing!”

            “Thank you,” said Pentious.

            Angel’s face fell, and he took his leave before his disappointment grew. He wasn’t working as hard as Pentious, and while he was being redeemed, Charlie was leaving Angel behind.

            (Y/N) watched him go and frowned. Hopefully, he’d feel better soon.

            “(Y/N),” said Alastor.

            “Yeah?” said (Y/N).

            “I believe we should begin your training,” said Alastor. His grin widened. “This will be quite entertaining.”

            (Y/N) had a feeling that meant just for him, but, hey, they were willing to do what it took to get stronger. (Y/N) needed to be strong.

l

            “Focus,” said Alastor.

            (Y/N) narrowed their eyes on the roses growing in front of them. “It’s kind of hard with you interrupting me.”

            Alastor waved his staff, and recordings of various broadcasts played around him. “Hell is the land of interruptions and distractions. You must be able to work through everything if you are to have skill.”

            (Y/N) bit their lip and opted to focus on the plants. Alastor was right. They couldn’t argue with him; they needed to get stronger. Hell wasn’t going to be kind to them. It was up to them to grow strong enough to protect themself.

            Alastor watched their roses grow and the briars twist into thorny traps. He wasn’t ordinarily the type to teach or to help anyone, but this could prove useful. After seven years, times had changed in Hell. Alastor needed to ensure his power was recuperated and held onto, so if this young, naïve demon could prove powerful and teachable (manipulatable), then Alastor would “help” them. Then, they could help him.

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            (Y/N) had crashed into their bed after training with Alastor. It had been exhausting, but (Y/N) had started to be able to summon their magic, which appeared to take the form of plants—roses and briars. No matter how tired they were, getting stronger was worth it.

            “You slippery little shit!”

            A shout from Angel woke (Y/N) up, and they rolled out of bed quickly. Moving into the hall, they saw Angel glaring at Pentious as he cowered nervously.

            “You’re working for the Vees?!” snapped Angel. “I fucking knew there was something shitty about you!”

            “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” denied Pentious. “Whorebug!” He hissed out the word, and Angel tackled him in anger.

            “Whoa, Angel!” said (Y/N), reaching out a hand.

            Vines split the ground, grabbed Pentious and Angel, and dragged them apart before they could do any more damage to one another.

            “What’s going on?” said Charlie, yawning as she appeared behind them.

            “This little bitch is a traitor!” said Angel.

            “Preposterous!” said Pentious. “I would never betray you. You…are my best friends.”

            “Explain the camera you brought in,” hissed (Y/N), glaring and gesturing to Angel, who, equally pissed, picked up the tech in question.

            Charlie and Vaggie gasped, and Pentious flinched.

            “Ah! Abort, abort!” he cried, slithering towards the window. “SOS! Agent Pentious in need of immediate evacuation!” He looked at his wrist, revealing a watch with Vox’s face on it.

            “Pentious? Wait, you were caught?” said Vox. He laughed. “It hasn’t even been a day!”

            “Please, you’ve got to get me out of here,” said Pentious.

            “I can’t believe we thought you could handle even something this simple,” said Vox. “Do us a favor, if they don’t kill you, go ahead and do it yourself, you miserable failure.”

            Pentious stared at the watch, tears collecting in his eyes. “I…I…” He threw the watch to the ground and faced the group. “Just make it quicky, I guess.” He sniffled, stifling his sobs. “Not that I deserve it.” He curled up on the ground.

            “Gladly,” said Vaggie, hoisting her spear.

            “Wait.” Charlie pushed the spear back. “Pentious?” She extended a hand. Pentious looked at her questioningly.

(Charlie) “It starts with sorry.”

            She helped Pentious stand.

(Charlie) “That’s your foot, in the door. One simple sorry, Spoken straight from your core.”

            She touched his chest, and Pentious’s eyes widened.

(Charlie) “The path to forgiveness, Is a twisting trail of hearts, But sorry is where it starts.”

            Pentious stared at her, tears still in his eyes.

(Pentious) “Who could forgive a dirtbag like me, I don’t deserve your amnesty.” (Vaggie, Angel, (Y/N)) “Can’t we just kill him?! Shoot him and spill his blood?”

            Vaggie held her spear tightly, Angel pulled out guns, and (Y/N)’s vines reacted to their emotions.

(Charlie) “That’s an option you could choose.” (Vaggie, Angel, (Y/N)) “Works for us.” (Charlie) “But who hasn’t been in his shoes?”

            She smiled at Pentious, stepped past the group trying to attack, and extended a hand to him.

(Charlie) “It starts with sorry.”

            Pentious took her hand.

(Pentious) “Sorry.” (Charlie) “Dig down deeper and say, One sincere sorry.”

            Pentious looked at Angel, Vaggie, and (Y/N) earnestly.

(Pentious) “I’m so sorry!” (Charlie) “And your journey’s underway.” (Charlie, Pentious) “It’ll take time to cover. Your/my vast multitude of sins, But sorry is where it begins, It starts with sorry.”

            The song ended, and Charlie and Pentious smiled at each other. (Y/N) tilted their head. It actually seemed like Pentious was being honest. He was…changing.

            “I hated that song!” said Niffty, breaking the moment. “Why are you so lame?” She kicked Pentious’s tail. “Not a bad boy.”

            “Good first day,” said Charlie, still smiling gently. “Let’s get some rest.”

            She walked out of the room, Vaggie by her side. Angel gave a final glare at Pentious but walked out. (Y/N) followed but kept their eyes on Pentious.

            Can people actually change? (Y/N) hadn’t seen that in their life. But…maybe they just hadn’t seen the right people…

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[alarainai]

'The world that we were busy building.'

non-magic, neighbour au. wc: 2200

James hates the man who lives in Apartment 23.

Remus likes to remind him that it's impossible to hate someone he's never met – never even seen. But James doesn't need to see him to know that his soul burns with anger just knowing that someone exists in that apartment who seems to be on a mission to make his life utterly miserable.

He wonders if he's done anything to personally offend the faceless, nameless stranger or if the mystery man is just a sadist who plans to drive James mad by pettiness and passive-aggressive actions.

It all started with a cat.

James is allergic to cats.

So when he found a Calico sitting on his balcony – a balcony three stories high, mind you – he was at a little bit of a loss on how to react. It scratched at the glass door and meowed loudly as James just frowned at its existence.

At the time, he believed the apartment next to his own was empty, and he wasn't close to any other place for it to have jumped from.

Except from the balcony above, which was completely possible.

For a moment, he ignored it and went to his upstairs neighbour to see whether or not they had a Calico cat. The denial confused him, and he returned to his apartment, ready to call Remus to collect the thing.

He came back to both his balcony and front door wide open. The cat was gone.

A note was left in its place.

Bring my cat back next time, asshole. Apt. 23.

He had knocked on the door furiously then, yelled through the wood that he didn't even realise anyone lived there – added that whoever they were didn't need to break into his apartment and 'How the hell did you even do it? Can you lockpick?'

James didn't get an answer that day.

But the war had begun.

----

The cat – James now knows her name is Isobel – became a frequent member of James' household. He's had to purchase a large quantity of allergy pills and a large bag of cat food.

He hasn't gotten any thanks for it, naturally. But James isn't mad about this development. He's grown quite attached to the tiny demon who causes his daily sniffles.

In retaliation for half the custody of his neighbours' cat, James has taken to loudly – and terribly - singing in the rooms that share a wall with the mystery asshole.

James knows the annoyance is working when he gets several angry knocks. It only makes James sing louder.

The revenge for James' singing is unwanted deliveries to his door. A choir, cold callers, religious groups, and even a mime once.

James responded by leaving eggs right outside his neighbour's door. He heard violent swearing and various threats, but when he looked out his door to mock, only broken shells and yolk were left in the hallway.

It seems to be a back-and-forth between them without an end in sight. James simply refuses to back down, even when he comes home from work one day to find a litter tray on his balcony from his neighbour once again breaking into his apartment.

He's half tempted to call the landlord; he gets kitty litter instead.

For a while, James wonders if this is his life now. Doomed in an eternal battle with an unknown entity.

It's a surprise then when Isobel is absent for a few days. The bigger shock comes from the knock he gets at 3 in the afternoon on a Saturday. He's not expecting a guest – although he half anticipates it being another prank from his neighbour.

If it is a prank, it's not a very good one. The man at his door is the most beautiful person he's ever seen.

He's staring at him with wide, desperate grey eyes, and his skin is lightly flushed around his cheeks. Black curls frame sharp cheekbones, freckles are scattered across his skin. His lips are slightly parted – breathless like he's been running. He's shockingly gorgeous and too good to be at his door.

It's only then that James notices Isobel in this man's arms. Realisation dawns on him.

"You're number 23," he breathes in awe.

23 ignores him, "Isobel is sick," he says. "And my car... it's – I need to take her to the vet right now."

James has half a mind to tell him to fuck off after the hell he's put him through. Another part of him just wants to ask him for his number.

But his rational side takes in his words, and his gaze drifts down to look at Isobel again. She's quiet in 23's arms, eyes closed with shallow breath.

"Shit, okay. We can take my car."

He quickly turns, grabbing his keys and wallet before leading 23 back out of the war and towards the car park. Isobel doesn't kick up a fuss while they're driving, nor when James hastily pulls into the vets his neighbour has led him to.

He parks up while 23 runs ahead, cradling Isobel to his chest.

James' heart aches. He has grown awfully fond of her.

As he walks in, he sees 23 at the reception desk. He looks frantic.

"I just told you. She has insurance!"

"I'm sorry, sir. But it says the insurance was cancelled by a Mr. Orion Black."

James watches' as 23's face falls, and he looks between the receptionist and Isobel with a lost expression. And James knows this man is a bastard; honestly, he does! But that Calico has always been well-loved, and his neighbour looks incredibly broken.

"Please... she-"

"How much?" James interrupts.

Both the receptionist and 23 turn to look at him. The receptionist wordlessly passes him the card machine. He tries not to wince at the number and scratches at Isobel's ear before entering his card and paying in full.

"Thank you, sir," the receptionist says politely, pulling the card machine back, "Please take a seat. Mister Dearborn will call you through shortly."

James nods thanks and walks over to the fairly empty waiting area, knowing 23 isn't too far behind. The plastic green chairs aren't exactly comfortable, but James doesn't complain. Instead, he looks as 23 sits beside him and cradles Isobel.

He looks uncertain. Uncomfortable.

"Thank you," 23 says softly, "You didn't need to do that."

James grins, "Eh, what are neighbours for."

Not for paying that ridiculous amount on Pet Bills, that's for sure. But James makes enough money. Besides, he's been looking after that cat for months. Might as well contribute to some health bills, too.

With the wait, he has time to look at the man from apartment 23. He can't be much younger than James is, although the dark circles under his eyes and his slightly dry skin suggest he doesn't know the meaning of good sleep and proper hydration. James thinks he might look like someone out of a Tim Burton movie at the right angle.

He shouldn't be that infatuated with it.

"I thought you'd be older."

23 frowns at him, "What?"

"With your attitude and obviously appalling taste in music," James explains with a hand wave, "I was expecting you to be a middle-aged Scrooge kind of guy. You're a surprise..."

He pauses, waiting for a name.

23 rolls his eyes, "Regulus."

"Good to finally meet you, Regulus. I'm James."

"Hi," Regulus says dryly, "And I don't have appalling taste in music. You're just a terrible singer." 

James gasps in mock indignation, "You wound me. I thought they were beautiful serenades to my beautiful rival neighbour."

"Must you sing every morning, though?"

"Yeah. I need to make sure you're sufficiently irritated."

Regulus laughs. It's a slight, restricted noise – like he's not used to laughing out loud. His skin turns a darker shade of pink, and James finds him grinning. It's actually quite annoying. How can his opinion turn so quickly just because he sees a boy with pretty eyes?

He wonders if that makes him shallow.

He decides he doesn't care.

It seems like Regulus is going to say something in response when Isobel's name is called. Regulus stands, facing James with a small frown, as though he wants to ask for more but doesn't know how to do it. James thinks that his neighbour may simply lack social etiquette.

"I'll wait here," James reassures him.

And then he's gone.

James can't help but feel worried in Regulus' absence. He knows it's tough to lose a pet, knows that they just become an extended member of the family. It's a scary position to be in – and not knowing just makes it so much worse.

It doesn't take long, however. Soon enough, Regulus is stepping out of the room again. Isobel is still asleep in his arms, but Regulus doesn't seem as scared as before.

James stands.

"Well?"

"Feline upper respiratory infection. Nothing too serious or dangerous," Regulus says with a slight smile. He shakes a small box, "These are just for broader symptoms."

"Alright," James lets out a sigh of relief, "We'll make sure she's medicated when it's needed, then."

Regulus blinks, "We?"

"Of course. We are her parents, after all. Or did you miss the part where she spends just as much time in my apartment as yours? Come alone, Regulus. And lady Isobel!"

James turns and heads back to the car with Regulus behind him. His neighbour shuffles into the passenger seat, arranging Isobel on his lap and making her comfortable before he puts his seatbelt on. James notices Regulus looking at him – like he's a puzzle he can't quite work out.

He's content to let him stare.

As the drive goes on, the silence seems to be getting to him.

"I've been horrible to you," Regulus murmurs, "You didn't have to help me."

James hums, "What can I say? I'm a sucker for a pretty boy in distress."

Regulus opens his mouth. Closes it. Opens it again, failing to give any sort of retort. Eventually, he gives up, and they head home to the sound of a slight purr from the Calico on Regulus' lap.

----

Weeks past. Pranks and despising each other is a thing of the past, thanks to Isobel.

Fever and general illness doesn't stop the cat from switching between apartments whenever she pleases. James keeps his balcony door open, the food bowl full, and the litter tray clean.

The only real change to the entire routine is the presence of Regulus in his life.

He doesn't break in anymore. He knocks and waits.

More often than not, he stays for tea.

And Regulus Black is a wonderful person. James curses himself for not hanging around just to meet him sooner.

He's a student, recently kicked out of his family home with just the clothes on his back and Isobel in his arms. The place he's staying belongs to his brother, who is having an extended holiday with his lover somewhere in Europe with no desire to return.

He's been stressed and struggling – and the feud that James thought was from hatred was actually Regulus' equivalent to human contact.

Regulus is lonely.

Regulus is funny.

Regulus might just be the man of his dreams. But maybe that's because they're raising a cat together. James can't presume how the other man feels about him.

During the second month of knowing Regulus, James makes an error.

He wakes up with a heavy weight on his chest, a dry mouth and a stuffy nose. Blinking his eyes open, he sees Isobel asleep on his chest. He realises, rather quite suddenly, that he had forgotten to take his allergy pills before going to bed.

The rest of the morning is unpleasant, feeding Isobel and himself while trying to ignore the symptoms setting in.

He's ran out of meds, his fault, of course. When his door opens and Regulus steps in, James is relieved to have company. Even if Regulus sees him with tissues to his face and watery eyes.

Regulus frowns at him. "Are you sick?"

"No," James says with a laugh, blowing his nose, "I'm just allergic to cats. I forgot to take my pills this morning."

His neighbour's face turns carefully blank.

"You're allergic to cats."

James blinks, "Didn't I mention?"

Regulus tries again, taking several steps forward, "You're allergic to cats, but you're still doing everything for Isobel?”

"Well, yeah? What do you – mmph!"

Suddenly, lips are pressed against his, and he has a warm body pressed against his own. It's not a pleasant first kiss by any means, especially with the way James simply cannot breathe due to a clogged nose, and his lips are definitely too dry to be nice.

But the enthusiasm and desperation from both of them nearly makes up for it.

Regulus pulls back and gives him a small disgusted expression, "I'll get you some allergy meds, you absolute moron."

James grins, wide and adoring, "You love me."

An eye roll, "I guess you're okay. For a shit neighbour."

Regulus leaves to get him some meds. James refills the cat bowl. Isobel purrs at his toes and looks pleased with herself.

He has a feeling they won't need to share custody of the Calico anymore.

#only warning is maybe pet illness? #but it's fine #this is fluff #they're just being so silly #jegulus #drabble #is it a drabble? eh it is now

[crusty-chronicles]

Just Friends

An: Dropping this one before I watch the first episode of the live action today!!!!! Hope y'all enjoy.

"You're an idiot, you know that?" You chastised the red headed demon as you plucked another vine from his arm. Making sure to go over the injury with alcohol before wrapping it.

"Is that so?"

You met his amused expression with a glare. How this man could be so unfazed by a literal plant growing out of him, you'd never know. How he still found the energy to be cheeky was a mystery as well.

Although you knew it wasn't entirely his fault he was this injured. That damn tournament committee was partial to blame. Sabotaging Urameshi and his friends for no other reason than them being human. Betting money was another factor. Still, if Kurama hadn't been so cocky with the first demon, he wouldn't have been through hell after.

"Absolutely. You should've never fought twice in a row. Now look at you." You gestured towards the many open wounds on his chest.

"You're covered in blood. You're so damn lucky I'm studying to be a doctor." You dabbed more alcohol than you should've on a cotton ball before cleaning the scratches on his face.

A feeling of smugness when he let out a slight hiss.

"It hurts? Good. Maybe next time you'll learn to be more careful."

It was quite the sight to see. Kurama sitting obediently while you tended to his wounds. Letting you scold him without much complaint or push back. Kurama, a demon who'd lived hundreds of years with unfathomable knowledge, allowed you to call him stupid.

The most independent and arguably the most reserved, getting chewed out by a mere human.

It was funny, too. How he seemed to subtly lean into your touch. Closing his eyes while you wiped his face and releasing a content sigh when you finished. As if he were being pampered.

"You know I got injured pretty badly too. Maybe you should come clean my injuries." Yusuke called out. Though it was mostly meant to tease the fox demon.

You turned to face him at the same time Kurama's gaze hardened. A warning look directed at the spirit detective. But he could tell it wasn't really needed as you dismissed his offer.

"What am I the team doctor? I can't do all that 'magic power' stuff to heal what you've got going on." You gestured to the various brusing littered across Yusuke's body.

"You're best bet is Yukina."

"But you've got a delicate touch."

At his flirty tone you shot up from the bed and proceeded to chase him.

"I'll show you delicate!"

Kurama watched you go with a disappointed look. Missing your warmth besides him. Although he wasn't too happy with you being here, he couldn't deny being glad to have your familiar presence near him.

He had wanted to keep you far away from this. From his past that unfortunately intertwined with his present. Trying his best not to expose you to what he really was. A small part of him was still angry at Botan for bringing you here. But then again, she'd brought a prominent figure in each of his friends' lives as well. So he wasn't the only one dealing with this. He'd rather it be you than his mother wondering where he was.

Still, you were human. And a troublesome one at that. It was surprising you hadn't gotten in a brawl with a demon yet. Especially ones that were openly cheering for his demise.

You'd always been a bit protective of him. Having met as children when you defended him from being bullied for his fiery hair and oddly green eyes. Yelling and biting at the other kids until they left. Only to turn around and tell him he was gonna be your best friend from now on.

Something he thought was odd at the time. A human telling him what to do? Then again, he wasn't all that different from you in his new body. And he needed to be able to keep up appearances until he fully regained his powers. So he accepted and let you drag him where you pleased. He let you ramble about everything and nothing at the same time. He let you comfort him when his mother fell ill.

He grew to love having you in his life. Your lectures about how he shouldn't let others taunt him, even if he was fully capable of protecting himself. Though of course you didn't know that. He admired your ambition to enter the medical field so you could help the people who needed it. He looked forward to seeing your soft side that you'd only show to him after a long day.

You'd made him feel human.

Which is why he tried so hard to hide everything about his previous life from you. If you found out you'd most likely be scared or put in even more danger.

And he just couldn't risk losing you either way.

He tried cutting ties with you once, but you were a stubborn one. After what happened with Maya, he thought it was best you kept out of his life. Going as far as avoiding you. To which you responded by confronting him.

"If you don't want to be friends anymore, just tell me. Give me a straight answer instead of acting like a coward."

He was close to telling you he didn't want you around anymore, but the way you looked at him, with so much hurt and betrayal...He just couldn't find it in himself to let you go. Instead he asked you why. Why you didn't find him strange like the rest of your classmates. Why you spent so much time with him. Why it bothered you so much that he was ignoring you.

"Is that really what's bothering you? The answer should be obvious to a brainiac like you. You're important to me, Shuichi."

He realized then that you were important to him, too.

So he allowed himself to keep you around. He deserved that much for everything he's been through. Just so long as you were a part of his human life and not his demon one.

But fate had a funny way of playing things out. He should've known he couldn't keep this part of his life a secret from you forever. He just didn't expect it so suddenly.

Hearing your voice above the others shouting at him from the stands. He thought he might've been imagining it at first, but then he caught a glimpse of you from over the other demon's shoulder. The one that had threatened his mother's life with a push of a button.

He could see that you were nervous. Frustrated would have been a better word. As if you were mad he was letting himself get hurt.

You'd called him an idiot then too, after he won. Jumping down from the stadium and rushing over. Unfazed by the bloodthirsty creatures around you.

"You're such a dumbass. Making a big show out of nothing and letting that guy cut up your face. Let me see how bad it is." You scolded as you grabbed his chin and moved his head around. Inspecting the fresh slashes on his cheek.

"You're here?" He asked, still processing the fact that you were right in front of him. That somehow you managed to find your way back to him.

"Yes??? I don't think he hit you hard enough to have a concussion."

Kurama had to step away from you. All of a sudden overwhelmed because there was no way you were inspecting his injury right now. There was no way you were still treating him like nothing happened. Like he didn't just kill someone right in front of you.

"Why?" It was the only thing he could think to ask. Rendered speechless for the first time in forever.

"Why what?"

"Why are you here? How much do you know?"

How much did that troublesome reaper tell you?

"I'm here because my stupid best friend decided to get himself into trouble without telling me. Did you really think I wouldn't worry about you being gone for weeks? That I wouldn't get suspicious?" You used the sleeve of your shirt to wipe the blood off his face.

"I didn't want you involved." Came his answer. He still didn't know how much you knew. If now was the time to be completely transparent.

"Then you shouldn't have agreed to be my friend. To be honest, I'm a little hurt you didn't even bother to tell me. Let me guess, you thought I would freak out if you told me you were a demon?"

Ah, so you knew everything. Which meant so did the rest of the girls with you. He wanted to be upset at Botan's lack of ability to keep secrets, but he couldn't have been any more relieved.

"You know me almost as good as myself. Though it's surprising you're taking this so well." He allowed himself to relax in your presence. To let you continue inspecting his minor injuries.

"You really think I would care after all we've been through? For someone who's supposedly hundreds of years old, you sure are an idiot Shuichi."

"Shuichi..." He didn't know why his name sounded so foreign coming from you. Maybe a part of him expected you to call him 'Kurama' now that you knew the truth. Or perhaps he just wasn't used to hearing it when he wasn't trying to keep up appearances.

"Yeah? Do you want me to use your tough guy demon name instead? Don't wanna be embarrassed in front of your friends?" Your tone was teasing. And while he would have loved to hear his true name come from your lips, he couldn't deny liking the idea of only you having the privilege to call him Shuichi.

"No. I like it when you use my human name instead. Whatever feels natural for you."

"Alright, but you better promise not to keep any more secrets from me."

He was still cautious with you around, but it was more for your safety than anything. Though he should've been more careful with himself, too. It'd only be more stressful to you the worse he got injured. Still he couldn't promise you that he'd come out completely unscathed.

"You let that human walk all over you like the detective with his woman."

The sound of Hiei's voice brought him back to the present. Hearing the amusement that came with it at Kurama's show of obedience with you. The way he let you get after him for being careless.

"True they have a rather loud mouth, but it comes from a good place. I don't mind all that much, not when they've gone out of their way to mend my injuries. Or would you rather I go to Yukina instead?" A small jest that was made to get the three eyed demon off his back.

But Hiei knew what he was doing and wouldn't be taking the bait this time. Not when he knew he had the upper hand in this conversation.

"You'd give me the opportunity to steal your precious mate while you were distracted?" And judging by Kurama's small glare, he was right.

"... We're just friends." It sounded like he was trying to convince himself. And in a sense he was. He'd never really thought of you in that light. At least, not until recently.

"Hmm." A unimpressed noise before you stumbled in.

Smiling triumphantly after having just tousled with Yusuke and an unfortunate Kuwabara who was in the wrong place at the wrong time. The grin wiped off your face seeing Kurama up and about.

"Hey! Did I say you could get up and walk?!? You've lost way too much blood to be moving around! Get your ass back to bed right now!"

"I heal at a much faster rate, remember. I should be just fine." He tried to diffuse, but you weren't having it.

"You're not getting out of this one fox boy. Go lie down or so help me Shuichi, I'll knock you out myself!"

Again you'd used his human name. Who you knew him as. And despite your crude words, he could feel his heart skip a few beats.

Friends made each other's hearts beat a little faster, right?

They sometimes shared kisses with each other during a moment of celebration.

And sometimes, maybe sometimes they thought about what life would be like to wake up next to the other every morning.

"Stay with me and I won't move a muscle."

#yu yu hakusho x reader #yu yu hakusho #x reader #x y/n #kurama x reader #yoko kurama #shuichi minamino

[hastyprovocateur]

An analysis of Mizu×Akemi

Mizu gave up Akemi to Lord Daichi's men saying her path of revenge has no room for "love, friendship or weakness." She looked Ringo up and down at "weakness" after which he got offended and ended his apprenticeship for not helping Akemi. Mizu's eyes held guilt as Akemi cried out for her, hoping to be by Mizu's side and not go through with her marriage to the Shogun's son. Mizu was aware that if she fought Daichi's men, it meant more would be coming, which inadvertently meant more time having Akemi around, growing close to her... peering into her soul, breaking some walls... like she did at Madam Kaji's when she lay bare the fact that she's not the killer she pretends to be. Which was hammer meets nail as far as Mizu's singular purpose is concerned. It also means a lot that Mizu's appearance in itself wasn't scary to Akemi, or worthy of contempt despite being an aristocrat in an extremely xenophobic time. Racism should've been her second language but she doesn't exercise it. She only noted the distress evident in Mizu's behavior. Her rage- "Your face isn't even so scary... you're just... angry."

The thing about noticing is... you keep noticing more. Especially someone as observant and calculated as Akemi. Mizu was aware of this, hence why she tested Akemi's mettle in the brothel knowing she was the princess all along, trying to get under her skin instead of the other way around- "You thought I wouldn't recognize you?" casting back to the very intense first sight exchanged between the two on the bridge in ep 1. Mizu looked up with little interest, yet the stoic samurai's jaw dropped upon their prolonged eye contact and she tracked the palanquin long after Akemi had left her line of sight. It's implicit that love, friendship, and weakness represent Akemi, Taigen, and Ringo respectively. When Ringo questioned why Mizu let the princess go, she stated that Akemi's "better off" almost following up with "without me." She didn't deem her marriage to the Shogun as favourable, hell, she was unimpressed by the fact that Akemi was trying to save her doomed engagement with Taigen, telling her she's "begging to eat trash" despite being a "magical forest creature," who could have anything she wants. Mizu still considered it the lesser evil as opposed to spending time alone with her.

This isn't the case with Taigen, whom she is decidedly more comfortable with even though he threatens her, and calls her slurs. In part, Mizu believes that she deserves the hatred. She's more familiar with it. With her past where she was the demon as opposed to the future where she could be loved. Imagining true love is cruel for Mizu so she rejects it and embraces her darkness. It protects her from people actually seeing her as a person. As a whole. She can loathe herself in peace. She can be a vessel of revenge. She even promised Taigen the duel he wanted to up and kill her in exchange for his honour. Believing she won't have much to live for after concluding her revenge. Akemi is not the same. She never wished to hurt Mizu, going only so far as to try and drug her, until Mizu made her believe she killed her fiancé. Akemi was soon able to see Mizu's honour when she fought alone against the Thousand Clawed to protect Kaji's girls. Akemi was bent on helping, braving the trained men to protect Ringo and then to save Mizu's life from the man who almost choked her to death.

I will forever love the detail of her vulnerability in the face of death being mirrored by Mizu's own intimacy with Mikio in the flashback, letting her body serve love over rage for once. Engaging in sex was a huge step towards transparency on Mizu's part. Also, the fact that Akemi, in her little capacity, wielded her knife and pulled the clawed men away from unconscious Mizu, trying to keep their focus on her. Knowing she could very well die. She tells Ringo "I have been a captive my whole life. If I die, I'll die free." And then she goes upstairs saying "Mizu can't hold them off alone." Acting, most likely, out of a place of love. I was also warmed at the instances of Akemi trying to "drug" Mizu before she took on the bitter task of killing Kinuyo and then a few scenes later "slapping her awake" from a burning memory of betrayal. When her father's men came to fetch her, Akemi did not doubt that Mizu would fight for her after she did the same for her, hence her asking for her validation "I'm not going anywhere... right, Mizu?". And Mizu would've fought them for her, what's 3 more men after a whole army? But something prevented her.

To ruin Akemi's strong faith in her then... as opposed to later? When more of her ugliness had spilled before the princess? When both their hearts were more open to be scrutinized by the other? Madam Kaji and Swordfather Eiji are both the motherly and fatherly advice Mizu sorely needs. That fighting is an art, not independent of loving. Mizu cannot evade love if she is to take on a bigger war. She cannot do it alone and the story's purpose keeps circling back to the same lesson. Fighting from a place of hatred can never be stronger than fighting from a place of love. Akemi, evidently, was hoping to seek refuge under Mizu's protection. She is loyal, as she was to Taigen even though he abandoned her in pursuit of his lost honor. But Mizu's betrayal broke her heart. At the end of the Bunraku play in ep 5, Akemi confessed that she met the Onryo but that it was "incapable of love." That she searched his eyes for "love or mercy or good," only finding darkness. Both Mizu and Akemi weighed the merit of love in each other, Mizu pushed Akemi away because she felt love and Akemi avoided Mizu because she felt her lack of love.

Taigen, Mizu's former bully, did learn to respect her as a fighter and comrade. Representing their growing camaraderie, how they fight alongside. Mizu told him about Akemi getting married off to the Shogun's son in her duty to him as a friend. Upon learning that she abandoned Akemi, Taigen is also reasonably pissed. Mizu is on the precipice of the rebirth of her katana. Swordfather is justified in being wary of her guilt and darkness, refusing to aid in her pursuit but only guiding her by way of asking her to seek peace, to unify herself. Which she does by adding Chiaki's broken blade (which Taigen took), Akemi's knife, Eiji's tongs and Ringo's bell into the forge. She is ready to make amends by going to save Akemi, to encourage her to leave with Taigen, to be honorable as Ringo wants, and to find peace as Eiji wishes. And ofc to fuck the shit out of Fowler.

Akemi's repeated assertion of "we are not friends" (accompanied by the angy eyes) when Mizu comes back to save her is reflective of that heartbreak Akemi felt after relying on Mizu for her freedom before. Mizu tries to fix this by showing her a way to Taigen, trying to do right by her, asking "Do you still want your freedom or not." To give her what she wants even if she disapproves of Akemi's choice when she states "He's not a good guy, but he could be a great one." Seki too, gives Akemi a share of her dowry he saved to build a free life "With Taigen, or without." Akemi did end up rejecting the idyllic runaway Taigen was willing to embark on, it is hard to say Mizu would take it as an opportunity to make a move on Taigen after deeming him unsuitable for a partner. It would be against her nature to try to jump in as a lover just because Akemi's out of the picture. Not when she's so hot on the track of striking down Skeffington and Routley. It's pretty straightforward if you ask me.

Mizu is focused on going up for a bigger war. To seek the truth. To turn London upside down to kill all the four white demons that sabotaged her life since conception. This is parallel to Akemi deciding to stay and take control of the Shogunate through her powers over her decidedly meek husband. To take control of her life against all the odds that seek to box her up. I do not doubt that she will move to include Kaji and her girls in her retinue, subdue her father's machinations and rebuild Edo, and wrest power from whoever threatens her. Love doesn't seem to be on her cards. Kaji told her to choose a path of freedom through a man, not to choose a man to love like she'd been doing all along- "Stop running to and from men and decide what you want for your fucking self." Could this mean that Akemi is to never chase men romantically? Either way, Akemi follows through pretty quickly. Takoyoshi is a means to an end. Her sexual prowess was her first tool to entry into the Shogunate. Nothing more than an instrument of control as opposed to her initiating any sort of genuine romantic bond.

I fail to see as of now where Mizu and Taigen's paths collide romantically further since the latter clearly showed his intention to abandon all pursuits of greatness and to settle down. Which is vastly opposed to what Mizu and Akemi are bent on doing. I see a lot of potential there. If anything, Mizu would quite possibly need Akemi's refuge if she were to return to Japan in the wake of the London chaos. They are foils of each other. On the opposite ends of the spectrum with the same stories. Poor-rich, blue-red, water-vermillion, darkened-fair, streetsmart-booksmart, warrior-prostitute, bastard-pureblood, masculine-feminine, caged internally- caged externally, widow-new bride. Both deal with same vindictive self-serving parents. Mizu lost her stand-in mother in ep 5, and Akemi lost Seki at the end of ep 9. Mizu the crashing waves and Akemi the rising flames. Both women. Both so alike yet so different. Mizu's name is pretty straightforward, meaning "water." However Akemi's can be written as "bright sea" or "vermillion beauty" While vermillion is Akemi's colour scheme, "sea" is likely her connection to Mizu.

I find the sex in the show to be representative at best. Borne out of duty or manipulation rather than true love. Just because Akemi and Taigen had sex was no testament to the endurance of the depth of their relationship, same as Mizu and Mikio's wasn't. Akemi's alliances with men have always been influenced by the need to go with or against her father and never her independent choice. Same as Mizu merely agreeing to her mother's insistence on marrying and settling down. I liked the juxtaposition of Mizu being submissive during sex and Akemi being dominant, both with Taigen and Takoyoshi as well as in the brothel. Here, I would extend that this isn't their true nature. Both in marriage or the brothel, sex is labour meant to cater to men. As Seki said a woman can only have fixed paths- "Proper wife or improper whore." I can't imagine Mizu or Akemi being happy as either.

Akemi for the most of S1 only wanted to be loved but was being forced to use her lovemaking skills to steer men into agreeing with her. Playing the improper whore. I imagine that in a safer intimate relationship, she would enjoy being on the bottom, to be protected and pleasured instead of always being the pleasurer. Mizu on the other hand, was shown to deliberately downplay her physical agencies during her marriage, to pretend to not know knife throwing or what she wants during sex, thus settling for whatever her husband had to give lest he feel inferior. I would imagine she'd prefer to be loved in all her proactive masculinity, to not be forced to submit. To not be forced to be the proper wife.

Mizu has repeatedly been shown to dominate people unthinkingly, her safety lies in her being on top and knowing what she's getting into. We saw a glimpse of that in the brothel with Akemi under Mizu where she ordered the princess to "get down." The colours from their respective sex scenes blended into one, inky blue on Mizu's end, warm golden on Akemi's. Mizu immediately doses the princess on pursuing worthless men and then Akemi soon willingly submitting to Mizu's protection while thinking of her to be a man. They both tried doing the rightful wife thing, both tried to save their marriages with their husbands as best they could, to be the ideal women even after both men bailed on them. But now they are liberated. Akemi is free from her father and on the path to rule Edo, Mizu is on her own with Fowler, to pursue her revenge in London. Both are relentless in their pursuits. Akemi's "No one refuses me" and Mizu's "We're going to the 9th level" is one and the same. Unstoppable force meets immovable object. Only time will tell. I rest my case.

#mizu x akemi #mizemi #blue eye samurai #mizu blue eye samurai #akemi blue eye samurai #bes mizu #bes akemi #ringo blue eye samurai #akemi×mizu #akemizu #blue eye samurai netflix #hasty loves bes

[arkomaly]

Having more Marble Hornets thoughts.

Apologies if this seems a little disjointed, I'm on my way home after the gym *after* an all nighter.

Something I've always felt Marble Hornets did greatly that no other similar series did as well is how "realistic" it felt.

Of course that's greatly due to the Operator being the only paranormal thing in the series, and even that everything it does is rather basic and vague, where other series deal with stuff like magic runes, time travel, demons, walking stripes and bird gods. And all of that is perfectly fine ofc! But Marble Hornets's relative basicness gives it such a point in immersion.

However I just realized another thing Marble Hornets does that I don't think amy of the other popular Slenderseries does.

It has no evil character. Yes, the Operator is a malicious entity and we have a literal serial killer, but i think both of them are shallow enough to not be evil *and* deep enough to not be evil.

The Operator always feels like such a vague entity to me, something not fully sapient or anything with a grasp of human morality, and Josephs comment on it being more so of a force of nature that something actually evil supports that.

And then we have Alex Kralie. Alex is *not* a purely evil man. He is a severely mentally ill man. Alex has never ever shown joy in the harm he causes, unlike HABIT or The Observer. If anything, his pictures of Amy and his final speech to Tim while he was dying seems to suggest that he highly dislikes hurting people, and that he probably even feels alot of guilt for it, but he simply believes he *has* to. He *has* to do it to *save* even more people.

I always felt Alex started acting a little bit out of character at the endnof the series, a little too cruel, but i realized that I was wrong. Whenever he was telling Tim everything was his fault, he wasn't simply taunting Tim kr being evil or anything. He was angry and hurt, both cause he blames Tim for the Operators precence, but also cause he feels like it's Tim's fault all those people died. He felt it was Tim's fault that he had to go through the horrors of attacking and murdering his own friends and loved ones.

#marble hornets #slenderverse #tim wright #mh tim #alex kralie #mh alex #marble hornets analysis

[wackulart]

Reader goes into the tide pools and meets Belos like with Lilith and Luz in that one episode

giving me an excuse to rewatch Elsewhere Elsewhen AND write 1600s Philip? IM ON IT.

Part 2

Philip Wittebane x Reader

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You didn't think the time pools would actually work.

The topic of them came up during a conversation you were having with a store owner and reminded you of the days you used to pretend to find them. You had some makeshift toy that didn't really work, you would crawl into one side of a hollow log and exit out the other side acting like you were in the future.

It was fun as a kid so you thought to go back to that place and revisit those memories. You didn't expect to fall into the sand and end up centuries into the past. Your immediate reaction was to hop right back in and back away. As you scrambled out of the time pool you took a second to breathe.

Once the initial anxiety had died down a bit, a thought crossed your mind.. why not?

How many witches could really say they had been in a time pool? Most demons you knew didn't even believe in them and that included you until now. You had considered the risks, but the tide wouldn't be coming quite some time.

...Fuck it.

You stood up and peeked your head back in. The beach hadn't seemed to different too the one you were currently on, yet you had spotted a group of witches celebrating something. With what you remembered from your days at school you recognized the outfits as those from the Deadwardian era.

Then you realized you'd probably stick out a bit with your modern clothing, not to mention the bloody fly effect.

After you pulled yourself through the portal, you moved to the trees to grab a few large leaves and makeshift yourself a hat. Once you adjusted your clothes to look a little more aged and you were satisfied, you headed into the town.

It was so surreal to see things that you had only read in history books. What was even stranger was how calm and kind things were in this era. You were pretty sure that these were considered the savage ages, wasn't wild magic dangerously rampant?

Before you could dwell too much on the thought, the sound of a door slamming made you turn swiftly in the direction. You looked to see a man kick at the door before stumbling back and yelling at the person inside. He adjusted his jacket and began stomping off, too angry to notice that he had dropped something.

You rushed over to pick it up and tap his shoulder. The man audibly groaned before turning to you and as you held out the pen that he had nearly lost, your eyes widened.

"You're human." You spoke before you could stop yourself.

He paused before sighing and taking his pen from you harshly. "Here to poke fun? I'll have you know that I have no intention in wasting my time-"

You waved your hands panickedly. "No, I've just never met a human before." You couldn't help but have a genuine fascination in meeting someone from a completely different world.

There was a look of confusion, maybe conflict before it fell and he turned away. He wasn't sure what you were looking for from him but he wasn't going to fall for those sparkling eyes. There was clearly ill intent behind them, even if he couldn't see it just yet.

The man forced a smile and turned to leave, not expecting you to follow him. He looked over to you as you shoved your hands towards him and told him your name.

The human stopped, staring at you hard. He could see a determination in your eyes that told him he wasn't getting out of this easy.

He sighed before taking your hand and shaking it. "My name is Philip Wittebane."

You two had begun walking together, you were mostly taking in the sights while pointing at things you found interesting. He had tried several times to sneak off from you but you had stayed resilient.

Philip had decided to not waste his opportunity by asking you questions and you had plenty for him as well.

He wouldn't admit that he was sort of enjoying the company, it was simply a by product from traveling alone for as long as he had been.

That was it.

Philip had sat on a bench with you joining in the seat right beside him. You leaned into him and peeked at his journal, then you noticed that he was drawing the bird a few feet in front of the two of you.

You looked back and forth between it and then pointed excitedly at his sketch. "Hey, that's really good!"

He shot up and his voice stuttered. "Oh, uhm- Thank you."

It was a challenge trying not to react at how close you had gotten, he tried to force his focus onto his journal.

You seemed to be rather comfortable around him, the whole walk you spoke so passionately about everything you told him. He was trying to understand why you were so excited around him even when his answers had been cold and short.

Then he heard you gasp lightly and looked up to see what the issue was. He followed your eyes to a sketch he had done while you two had been walking. It wasn't anything impressive by his standards, a simple silhouette drawing of you and him.

"Is that me?" You questioned.

He nodded and felt his face grow red at the genuine smile on your face.

What is this?

What were you doing to him?

This curse that you had plagued him with forced words out of his mouth. "Do you.. like it?"

He didn't understand why he cared, in fact he shouldn't care what a witch had to say about his work. He didn't care.

He didn't have to force down a smile when you nodded and asked to see more drawings, he didn't purposefully scoot closer to you while you two looked through his book and he definitely did not sneak peeks at that adorable look on your face as you awed over his things.

Then came nightfall and you explained that you had to go and that you weren't sure that you could come back.

Philip nodded and held out his hand, he ignored the twist in his stomach and realized that it was for the best. Lest he fall to the temptation that had twisted his brother.

Instead of taking it, you pulled him in for a hug since you probably wouldn't see him again. The chance that you could find another time pool was incredibly rare and not to mention that this was four hundred years in the past.

You felt him slowly put his arms around you until you pulled away.

"Goodbye, Philip." You called out as you began to run towards the beach before the tide came in.

He waved to you, memorizing the sound of your voice and the look in your eyes. Perhaps he could not have you, as you were a demon and he would never see you again, but he could have your memory.

You made it to the time pools and took a couple tries before you had found your time and hopped back into it. As you got out to the other side and landed on top of the sand, you felt the tide hit your ankles. That was it then. You wondered if you could find something about Philip in the library somewhere.

Just to check if things had fared well for him.

The next week had been much calmer for you compared to the adventure you had gone on, but you still smiled at the fact that not only had you met a human but you befriended him.

No one would believe it.

As you carried your goods to the Emperor's castle and helped unloaded packages with a few other workers, you felt eyes on you. You looked behind you to see the Emperor himself, the fact that he had been there at all had surprised you.

It had even surprised you enough to miss the recognition in his eyes as he whispered your name under his breath.

#man i had fun on this one #i love writing philip #also the idea of philip seeing you in the future??? #elsewhere elsewhen definitely one of my top fav episodes #philip wittebane x reader #belos x reader #emperor belos x reader #the owl house x reader #toh x reader #emperor belos #toh emperor belos #the owl house emperor belos #belos #toh belos #the owl house belos #philip wittebane #toh philip #toh philip wittebane #the owl house philip #the owl house philip wittebane #the owl house #the owl house writing #writing #my writing #x reader

[rel312]

I HAD NO IDEA SEASON 2 CAME OUT ALREADY SO NOW IM GOING TO SCREAM ABOUT IT

Episode 1:

CROWLEY WANTED TO TAKE AZIRAPHALE BACK TO THE PLACE THEY FIRST MET

CROWLEY PROTECTED AZIRAPHALE FIRST IM SCREAMING

(My brother actually came into my room to tell me to shut up)

Of course Aziraphale would just forgive 8 months rent

Lmao Gabriel’s just walking down the street ass naked

Gabriel just hugged Aziraphale I can’t

“James. Long for Jim, short for Gabriel”

Crowley knows Aziraphale so well, but poor guy he only calls him for 3 reasons

Poor Crowley is trying so hard not to freak out about the “naked man friend”

The conversation between Crowley and Jim I can’t

Maggie and Nina are trapped together!!

Michael and Uriel are fighting let’s gooo

Crowley just casually let the girls out lmao

THERES AN I WAS WRONG DANCE OH MY GOD

THEYRE PERFORMING A MIRACLE TOGETHER

Aaaaaand of course it goes immediately wrong

Episode 2:

Gabriel’s wig is atrocious

IS AZIRAPHALE GOING TO BE THE SUPREME ARCHANGEL NOW

A jukebox that turns every song into Everyday like the Bentley with Queen, hmmm….

Crowley looks like a doting partner bringing his husband a drink

“Get humans wet and staring into each other’s eyes, vavoom, sorted” sir… are you telling me that’s what did it for you???

Crowley’s so confounded that Jane Austen wrote books

THE VOICE OF GOD???

HE TURNED ALL THE GOATS INTO BIRDS

Crowley scaring the kids cause they were brats but not actually killing them aww

The little girl asking to be a blue lizard with her siblings she’s so cute

CROWLEY TAUGHT AZIRAPHALE TO EAT

I cannot believe Aziraphale was the first to talk about sides I love them

Crowley and Aziraphale working together for the first time to save the kids

Aziraphale looks so shaken to have lied poor baby

Crowley babe he’s begging for you to drive him

“Our car” you can’t take it that far lol

Poor Aziraphale really thought he was gonna fall he was about to cry

Crowley was so soft in that last scene

Episode 3:

Jim’s stuff is all labeled

Aziraphale looks like a proud father to Muriel

Crowley’s moving the plants to use the car

They both look like parents I love them

Crowley brought Aziraphale to a cemetery because he thought it would amuse him, that is date behavior

Crowley is about to kill Aziraphale for changing his car

NESSIE?!?!

“Operation: Lovebirds” Crowley is such a dork

Aziraphale just is not getting anything lol

Crowley… shrunk himself??? And then grew himself????

Crowley tempted her to be good I love him

I love the very closed sign

Demons can’t enter somewhere uninvited???

He’s so angry Aziraphale might be hurt

Episode 4:

BEEBOP

“His type”????

“I remember hearing that you and Crowley were an item” HOLY SHIT

HE CALLED CROWLEY HIS GOOD FRIEND AFTER THE CHURCH!!!

“This office has gone 13 5 0 days without anyone saying ‘THE ROAD TO HELL IS PAVED’”

Glad to see Aziraphale in his magic era

Crowley’s impression is hilarious

“Someone you can really trust” and his first thought is Crowley 🥹

Aziraphale has a gun and Crowley has never shot one

Crowley was shaking he was so scared and Aziraphale was so proud of his trick

Furfur not knowing how to pronounce Aziraphale lmao

Sleight of hand!

Look at them finding a middle ground in shades of grey!

Lmao Crowley would murder him if he knew Aziraphale didn’t put the brakes

Episode 5:

They’re talking about Doctor Who

Aziraphale’s giving books and Crowley’s playing with crystal balls, I love them

Aziraphale being bad at French is so funny to me

Nina grilling Crowley on his relationship with Aziraphale is everything

Crowley was confronted with his feelings and immediately went out to get a drink with Aziraphale

Crowley’s so mad go off king

The matchbox!

Aww look at Crowley denying he’s nice

The romantic music while Crowley looks at Aziraphale with the chandelier

Oh. My. GOD. Jim’s suit!

Lol that’s not what I was expecting when they said masks will be provided

AZIRAPHALE WANTS TO DANCE WITH CROWLEY

THEYRE DANCING!!!!!!

“Surrender the angle”

Gabriel’s coat!!

“T. O. S. T. E.”

“You’re a good lad” “not actually, either”

“Rescuing me makes him so happy” you can’t just say things like that and expect me to be normal about it

Episode 6:

Crowley’s just bouncing around in heaven

“I’m done with being scared” *flips them the bird*

Oh sweetie, you meant well but no

“Crowley’s emotional support angel” yes, yes that’s exactly what he is

Crowley’s little supportive punch to Muriel was so cute

AZIRAPHALES HALO?!?!

THE FLY

Gabriel x Beelzebub confirmed??

The fact that Gabriel and Beelzebub were able to sort this out in a few years while it’s taken Crowley and Aziraphale 6000 is insane

And the fact that Aziraphale grabbed Crowley’s arm when he realized that

Crowley’s so impressed with Aziraphale bringing everyone to order

Aziraphale’s face at Crowley talking about Alpha Centauri

Aziraphale looking at Crowley with so much love in his eyes is giving me life

THE METATRON?!?!

Aziraphale looking to Crowley for permission I can’t

Crowley knowing Aziraphale will come back and saying they need “a little us time” at the Ritz

Crowley getting antsy that Aziraphale’s not back yet

Nina taking inspiration from Crowley and calling Maggie angel my beloved

Crowley looks devastated that Aziraphale interrupted him

Aziraphale looks so incredibly happy at getting Crowley to be an angel again but there’s no way Crowley wants that

Crowley’s getting so emotional

“Just be an us” stooooopppppp

“I need you” I can’t take this!

Nightingales

THEY KISSED!!!!!!!!!

Aziraphale touched his lips after I’m dying

Aziraphale stop being so stupid and get him back

The- the second coming??

YOU CANNOT END IT HERE

SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP

Please tell me there will be a season 3 I can’t handle this

#I thought I had until tomorrow/midnight to watch it #this cannot be the real ending #somebody say sike right now #good omens #good omens spoilers #good omens 2 #good omens 2 spoilers #good omens series 2 #good omens s2 #good omens season 2 #good omens season two #crowley #aziraphale #go crowley #go aziraphale #crowley and aziraphale #crowley x aziraphale #ineffible husbands #muriel #nina and maggie #gabriel #go gabriel #good omens beelzebub #gabriel x beelzebub #go2 #go 2 spoilers

[jyoongim]

Hiii

Alastor X human!reader where she is desperate to make a deal for fame and glory.

She tries to summon a demon, accidentally conjuring Alastor. Beside her feisty facade she’s quite innocent and naive. He’s intrigued by her and toys with her, like a prey,tricking her into him, she signs the deal. He’ll come back after 1yr to collect his pretty little prize…her body and soul. 🌶️🔥

Title: A Price to Pay

part 2

You frowned at the check your boss had handed you.

Too little. You looked at your boss, a nervous smile on your lips as a laugh bubbled out of your throat ”haha this is half of what i should be getting. That’s funny, where's the rest? Am i getting that in cash or some?” Your boss laughed “HA! No thats what you’re getting for the week‘

Your eyes damn near popped out of your head.

 For the week?

This was your pay for the entire week?

Oh hell no!

You poked a finger into the mans chest “What?! The whole week? I’ve been singing my ass off in this shit hole for two weeks! Where are my commissions?” You were angry! 

He gave a low laugh as he pulled out a cigar ”You think just because you’re my best in this joint that I wasn’t gonna get the Final Cut? You better take it before i hand your ass nothing”

You sniffled as you wiped at your runny nose.

The yellow paper with EVICTION stared at you as you felt another wave of tear hit you.

Why? 

Why couldn’t you just make enough to stay afloat?

Why did you have to suffer?

Why didn’t fate grant you mercy?

You had been busting your ass for months trying to make enough money to just pay the damn pills.

You were the best singer on your side of town and that shit hole needed a singer almost every night and when big shots went there. The money wasn’t terrible, it beat standing out on the pier at night, waiting to be taken to gods know where.

You laughed dryly, you would gladly get pimped out if it meant that you could still afford food to eat.

Why was life so cruel?

You had worked so hard and it felt like it was all for nothing.

You could hear your momma in your head

”You wanna dream big? Then never let life beat you down. Take it by the balls and make your dream a reality”

The next thing you know, you found yourself pulling out your mother’s old grimoire and drawing symbols on your bedroom floor.

what the hell were you doing?

You used to scoff at your mother when she did spells. 

Because magic wasn’t real…right?

But it felt like you had no other option as you threw some herbs into the small fire pot.

Momma used to tell you about all types of things that were possible with a little magic. That you always had friends on the other side who could help if you knew what you doing.

And you indeed had no fucking clue.

But you were tired, angry, and desperate and wanted to do something about it.

This was your life!

You felt your body tingle as you chanted the incantation.

The room turned cold and the fire from the candles blew out. The building started to shake as you spoke the last verse and suddenly you were thrown back from an explosion in the middle of your pentagram.

You watched in terror as the floor glowed red and rising from the smoke was a very large demon.

You panicked as it began to stand, gulping at its full height.

Oh what did you just do?

—————————————————

Alastor blinked as he stood. Fanning the smoke away from his face, he grimaced once he saw the pentagram, candles, and herbs. Who dared? His ears perked at the sound of heavy breathing. He turned his head and red eyes caught sight of a mortal woman standing against the wall, eyes wide.

He took a step towards her, head tilting as she cowered away. He huffed as he got to the edge of the protection boundary. He gave her a smile, sharp teeth glistening with narrowed eyes 

“Hello my dear”

——————————————————————

You took in the tall demon that stood in your bedroom.

He was dressed like one of those fancy gents.

Red and black tailored suit with a cane.

You watched as he curled his lip when he saw your protection boundary. You felt your body freeze as his eyes met yours.

Red.

Glowing red. 

He was rather handsome looking for a demon. 

He reminded you of-

“Deer” you squeaked, causing Alastor to tilt his head, ears flicking.

oh come on! You can’t be scared of something that you’re in control of!

”Hello my dear” you heard him say. He stood on the cusp of the salt boundary giving you his full attention.

That smile of his was very uncanny.

You shivered.

You found your nerves and puffed your chest out

”Hello demon-sir”

”Alastor” you blinked at him “w-what?”

He never lost that smile “The names Alastor. Pleasure to meet you” you were at a lost for words.  Alastor took your silence to look around, your spellbook caught in his attention before he took you in.

You cleared your throat “I summoned-” “conjured” “You to um make a deal?” You said uncertain

Alastor smirked “oh reallly? And what makes you think Ill make a deal with a human like you?”

You frowned ”You don’t have a choice! I summoned YOU here you have to do what I ask!’

He laughed darkly “Oh my dear that isn’t how things work” he looked back at the salt ”lets chat”

You didn’t trust him, but he seemed friendly girl don’t do it

you inched close and with a sweep of your foot, dusted a bit of the salt to let him through.

Alastor stepped through and now you were being towered over.

Alastor took you in.

what a small thing you were. He was sure you had no idea what you were doing or dealing with.

But if it was deal you wanted, he will grant that.

”What do you want?”

You wrung your hands nervously as you spilled your sad excuse of a life and your far fetched dream.

You felt a surge of determination as you finished your little rant “That’s why I need a deal! I deserve to rise to the top! I’ve worked my ass off for years and nothing! Why-Why should I settle for this? My life deserved to be full of glamor and money! I deserve that right? Right! S-s-so what do you say”

Oh what an innocent thing you were.

Such a fire that had nowhere to burn.

Perfect 

Alastor feigned mulling it over, your face dropping as he walked away from you.

”A deal works both ways my dear”he started as he turned back to you “What will you give me in return?” His smile stretched across his face as his calm facade faded.

You gulped but you were not gonna back out “Ill give you anything j-just please I don’t care what I have to do!”

He was in front of you in a flash, making you take a step back nervously 

“Anything?” A clawed hand squished your cheeks hard as he leaned his face to yours

”prove it” he purred

You blinked.  How the hell were you suppose to do that?

Nothing in this world is free. Your momma taught you that and your warning bells were screaming.

His thumbs was running over your lips and you opened your mouth to suck it.

You could die right now. Was this worth it? To give up your dignity to a demon?

Alastor growled and in a swift motion, you were on your bedroom floor, heart thumping in your ears as you looked up at the demon on top of you.

Alastor’s free hand swiped down your body, tearing your clothes to shreds, leaving you naked.

You felt a soft heat curl in your stomach.

Alastor laughed darkly as he took in your naked form. His hand dipped down and thumbed at the small bundle of nerves, causing you to jolt.

Oh he was going to have fun with you

”One year.” He said as he dipped a finger into your tight heat.

You gasped around his finger.

”You’ll get your fame. You’ll have riches and power beyond your imagination. A top star. It’ll all be yours. But in one year you are mine. Your soul and body. Do we have a deal?” He was slowly fingering you, relishing in the softness your cunt offered as it squeezed around him.

Your body and soul in exchange for glory.

Did you still want this?

”yes” you whimpered

A green glow emitted around the two of you. Alastor eyes glowed and his antlers grew as he plucked his thumb from your mouth and slammed his lips onto yours as he rubbed your clit as he slammed his fingers into you.

”mmmhmm hmmm!’ You cried into his mouth as your orgasm hit you.

Your cunt clenched around him, creamy slick drowning his hand.

Your body buzzed as he retracted his fingers, watching in bliss as he licked your cum off his fingers.

”Oooh such a sweet cunt” He Purred at you as he scooped you up into his arms to lay you on your bed.

”Ill always keep close watch my dear, so don’t think you can back out of this” he said, you blinked sleepily as you felt the coldness of a necklace clasped around your neck.

“One year my dear”

Your world faded to black.

pt 2 coming soon..hehehe

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[weeb-polls-with-pip]

Autistic Anime Boys Prelims - Propaganda Division - Group 5

Propaganda:

Ame -

"Typical autistic childhood – doesn't want to go to school, doesn't talk a lot, his plans for the future are just to go to live as a wolf in the forest… He's basically a werewolf and I think werewolves are often autistic coded. Actually his whole family is autistic coded."

Floyd -

"Has no emotional regulation skills and will make it everyone's problem. Prone to mood swings and can get angry at the drop of a hat, but can also be so goofy, silly, and lovely. Sways side to side for that good good stim, and loves to squeeze others (with violent intent and affectionate intent). Who doesn't love a good pressure stim? His interest in things can be fleeting, and his motivation to do things can change as quickly as his mood. Spontaneous and feral extraordinaire."

Hibiki -

"he is canonically diagnosed with hyperacusis <3 my fav sensory issues guy (he's so relatable). also canonically pulled a bad bitch (uta) by being autistic."

Akira -

"He has a heartbreaking relationship with road racing and the memory of his dead mother, and while he is a major antagonist, he is given a lot of interesting looks into his internal logics that I personally find relatable as an autistic person. I also like how he expresses himself in unpleasant ways, but isn't always treated with disgust, its kind of refreshing."

Sang Woo -

"literally the first results on google is "sangwoo semantic error autistic." he loves routine + is extremely distressed by change in routine (contrasts w his ADHD-coded bf). very blunt/cannot read social clues which leads to some misunderstandings throughout the manhwa. he's very relatable to me as an autistic person but also as a queer man, and it's refreshing to see autistic characters being open with their sexuality/sexual life bc we're often displayed as asexual robots incapable of love (bad for lots of reasons haha). he's super cute generally and really grew on me throughout the series. definitely the best part of semantic error."

Douglas -

"Many other characters try to read into what he does and says, looking for deeper or different meanings but it's always revealed that he means exactly what he says every single time and the butt of the jokes is always the other characters for being dramatic and presumptuous, not Doug for being autistic. Also he's the mean autistic representation we deserve."

Scott -

"look at him. failboy autism. even more so than any previous version!"

Shinra -

"he's just like me forreal."

Soi -

"I mean come on, it’s Purson. He thinks he’s really good at talking to people but most of his conversations (at least at the start) are completely one sided. He just blurts out whatever he’s thinking and completely dominates the conversation (if you can call it that). I love him so much for it, I have a really hard time figuring out when I should just stop talking and let someone else have a turn and only tend to realize after he fact that I didn’t really let anyone else get a word in and feel really bad. But the way Purson communicates is never shown to be a bad thing it’s a bit awkward at times but that just how he is and the rest of the misfit class live him for it. I think I could go on all day about how wonderfully inclusive Iruma-Kun is it’s such a good series, also in my brain Balam, Kalego, Clara and Opera are on the 4 outer points of an x-y graph that represents the autism spectrum. Everyone else fills the blanks in between. His bloodline magic is ‘detection warding’ and for the first several arcs of the manga the rest of the class didn’t even know he was there."

Makoto -

"In one sentence: Katai considers the titular Komi-san a communication master. Katai looks like a brutal thug, but he's actually extremely shy. Shy enough that after missing a couple weeks of class, it takes him months to build up the confidence to go to school. Katai tries to make friends once he does go to school, but he can't hold a conversation and doesn't realize that his mumbled half-sentences and resting bastard face make it look like he's threatening people. He's also pretty bad at reading the room, which is why he interprets Komi's behavior as a communication master trying to guide him from afar rather than a kindred spirit also struggling to hold a conversation."

#tumblr polls #autistic anime boys poll #prelims #ame #wolf children #floyd leech #twisted wonderland #hibiki #bubble #akira midousuji #yowamushi pedal #chu sang woo #semantic error #douglas billingham #double decker! doug and kirill #scott pilgrim #scott pilgrim takes off #shinra kusakabe #fire force #soi purson #welcome to demon school! iruma-kun #makoto katai #komi can't communicate

[k2ntoss]

so i was about to fall asleep but then i started thinking about constantine's sidekick!reader again and just imagining a little scenario where they and jason are having a little tiff or something after some kind of mission...like they're both running on adrenaline and maybe a little manic cuz one of them almost got really hurt or something, and then just at one point reader gets tired off the back and forth and just uses their magic to pull jason over by his collar and kisses him to shut him up? and jason just melts immediately?? mmmmmm god i seriously cant stop thinking about this man

-🦊 (thank you for indulging my brain rot every day, it makes me smile sm every time i see your thoughts and additions to my lil ideas😙)

YA GIRL IS FUCKING BAAAACK i do have news but lets leave them for another moment, now i'm here to be amazed by your ideas that feed the little beast inside my head, chef kiss, michelin star kinda shit

it's been years since you started by john's side, it all ending in you learning a few (almost all) of his traits, a mini me and an obnoxious sorceress is what most people would call you, but a caring person nonetheless and that's something you also got from your mentor. john constantine was a drunk silly man, a jerk but he took you in like his kid, he took care of you and protected the only stream of light that his life had.

all of that made easier for you to notice when someone cared for you, making jason's anger melt your heart right now even if you've been pestering him all the way round. the aftermath of this mission was a ton of adrenaline, a big nasty wound on your side and both of you covered in disgusting hellish goo.

some dumb criminal decided that summoning demons was a good idea to terrorize gotham, as if the city didn't had enough demons already. when jason and you attended that particular call you never thought you would end up hurt but how could you not after pestering a demon, all cocky and smug around it before it all ended up in a few more inferior demons attacking you but hey, you managed yourself.

"for once, learn to keep your smart mouth shut or you'll get yourself killed" jason starts, he's towering over you and his arms are crossed on his chest "you're always testing your goddamn luck and look where it got you"

"dick always runs his mouth when he's fighting, it's funny, jay" you smirk, the mention of his older brother makes him shake his head and sigh heavily "it's not that bad, mom" but a sudden pinch of pain makes you grunt when your hand brushes the wound.

"yeah, not that bad" jason is probably a bit more angry when you laugh softly "mind telling me why are you laughing?"

"it's nothing, mommy hen" you shrug before leaning into a wall under his gaze, you can see jason is worried but once again would it be you if you didn't teased the guy a little? "it's hard to think when we're both covered in sticky goo" and even if the comment is meant to tease him, jason looks at you unamused.

"it's not gonna work for you, let me see your side" he speaks while walking closer, jason takes his gloves off and tugs them into one of the pockets of his tactical cargo pants "you have no spell or shit to heal this so we'll do this my way"

"not gonna happen, mr. hood" and jason stops, taking off his helmet too to let you see his stern expression and it's enough to let you know you've gotten under his skin "you expect me to undress here? just like that? no foreplay?"

"i'm being serious, y/n" there it is, jason's voice turns lower and you know he is indeed worried.

a soft sigh escapes your lips, using the resting energy on your body to use your telekinesis and it's hard because jason is good on resisting magic but when it comes to you he almost always let's you get away with it. his body is pulled closer to yours, his body sliding all the way towards you and when he's right in front of you it's your hand the one that tugs him from the collar of his shirt before your lips collide with his in a chaste kiss.

there's a small smile on your lips because he melts into your touch, kissing you back with one of his hands on your waist and the other one cupping your face.

"is it always this easy to shut you up?"

#luv letters! #jason todd my pretty little boy #jason todd imagine #jason todd fluff #jason todd x reader #jason todd x y/n #jason todd x you #jason todd x gn!reader #mentor!john constantine #red hood imagine #jason todd blurb #red hood fluff #red hood #jason todd #dc comics

[e-nonsense]

𝗗𝗘𝗔𝗥 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗡 𝗜? - 1𝘒 𝘊𝘌𝘓𝘌𝘉𝘙𝘈𝘛𝘐𝘖𝘕

pairing. dick grayson x fem!angel!reader [wc. 1.6k]

warnings. john constantine, alcohol use, bad smoking habits, you use your brain, mentions of demons and magic, incorrect comic knowledge, dickhead grayson, bad ending

apart of my 1k celebration masterlist repost because first one got a community label

Aleksander, your boyfriend  was a great guy, he was tall, handsome, with sandy brown hair and hazel eyes that looked gold in the sun. But on top of that he treated you like a Queen.

He didn't have too much money, but he worked his ass off to give you a good lifestyle. So you never understood why your best friend Dick Grayson didn't like him. Dick was a great guy, if you had to admit you used to have a small crush on him but that quickly went away when you met your boyfriend.

Over time it got awkward for you if you wanted to hang out with both of them, thankfully everytime the three of you met up Dick always brought Kori along. You were never sure why —although it seemed she did and it only amused her further when you didn't realise— but the two of you always got along, you liked Kori and you wished the best for her and Dick's relationship.

You said it to them the first time you met and they seemed so touchy, what concerned you was the angry look in his eyes and the way Jason choked on his drink then started laughing.

You knew what your closest friend was like with women and that's what made you get over him faster than anyone else. He broke more hearts than anyone could count, no matter what persona he took on at night you knew you weren't ready for that kind of heartbreak.

So when you were invited to a Wayne Gala —by Bruce who always thought of you as his daughter— you asked Aleksander to be your plus one.

You stood off towards the side with a few of the original teen titans, reminiscing the times you all had. "remember the time n/n dropped Dick when she was flying?"

You groaned, "to be fair Garth I was rushing around trying to save you all from being poisoned"

"You dropped him?" Aleksander snorted. Normally someone would've been a little concerned but your boyfriend had seen you in action just as you'd seen him.

You were an incarnation of an angel and Aleksander was a very powerful warlock with dark magic, it was fate that the two would meet. It was easy to hide your golden wings thanks to him.

Your head shot up when you saw Roy Harper accompanying Jason Todd, "Roy!" the man turned his head towards the sound of his name and grinned when he saw you, "N/n!"

The two of you met in the middle and he pulled you in for a dramatic hug. You hadn't seen Roy in months after being swept away with your responsibilities helping The Endless. "It's been forever babe!"

You heard Jason muffle laughter behind you. "Hi Jase, let's dance"

Just as you pulled him away a slow song started, looking back you saw Roy wipe a fake tear mouthing something like "they grow up so fast" to Aleksander who was fake crying and holding onto Roy.

Jason let out a huff of amusement when Roy pulled your boyfriend to dance. "Where’ve you been?”

You looked up into his eyes and smiled, “Y’know saving the world, stopping magical entities who want to destroy the universe”

“Oh so the usual?” you hummed, “but that’s not why I wanted to dance with you”

“Oh?”

“Jase, is your brother mad at me or something?”

Jason tilted his head to the side like a puppy, “Dickhead?” you felt bad for asking because Jason really looked like he was thinking hard about why his brother would be mad at you. 

He spun you around and once he pulled you back in he muttered, ”I think I might know why big birds mad”

You looked at him with a curious glint in your eyes, “you can’t tell him I told you”

“I promise”

"Aleks he likes me?"

Your boyfriend sighed, "Why do you make it sound like it'd be hard to be in love with you?"

"I— wait what?" you watched as a grin spread across his features. "What?"

"Baby" you whined as he shook his head, "nuh uh, what were you saying before?"

"I love you— wait no that wasn't it" you groaned, "I can't remember—"

"I love you too but we were talking about your friend" he lent back onto the wall pulling out a cigarette and a light —smoking was a habit he picked up from John Constantine, he raised you and he was the man who trained your boyfriend.

"Jase said that he likes me in that way and that's why doesn't like you"

"mhm" he nodded blowing out smoke from between his lips, "I know"

"You knew?!"

"baby, I see the way everyone looks at you" he tugged at your hand, "have to scout for possible competition y'know" his accent was thicker the lower he talked.

When Aleksander heard the door slam open he pulled you into him, dropping the cigarette onto the floor, summoning a few of his guard dogs.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" came Dick Grayson's angry voice, when one of the silver dogs leaped at him obviously sensing its master's distaste for the man in front of them.

"Well, when someone slams open a door it's usually never good" you were hidden from view and you hadn't made your presence known.

You heard Dick mutter, "you bitch, I don't understand why she's with you."

Aleksander let out a mocking laugh, "because she loves me?"

"I doubt anyone could love you"

Aleksander raised a brow, "what do you think love? Can anyone love me?"

Dick's head snapped up to see you protectively held in the other man's embrace and glared at the hand around your waste but his eyes softened when he met your disbelieving gaze.

"Why would you— how could you say something like that?"

"Y/n" when he moved forwards you scrunched your nose in distaste at the strong smell of alcohol, he noticed and stopped moving.

"N/n..." the two of you somehow always managed to read each other's minds.

"what do you want me to do Dick— I can't leave him"

"not even for me?"

You looked away, thinking back to when you first met him.

"Come on! why isn't it working?!" You watched silently from across the room —behind John Constantine— as Dick slammed his fists onto the desk.

"S'alright kid" you looked at John, "don't call me kid"

"Alright then sunshine" you gave him a look and he snorted, "pumpkin patch" he grinned when he saw you facepalm. John didn't understand why he took care of you, he didn't have he knew that but he did regardless. Maybe because deep inside no matter how hard he fought it he was scared that you'd turn out like him.

He knew he saw his reflection in your eyes, he saw the boy he was. Rash, unpredictable, a bit arrogant... scared of not being enough.

You couldn't remember why you were in the batcave that day but you were happy to be there and you made a friend.

You looked at Aleksander who was waiting for you, hand outstretched. It reminded you of when the two of you had first met.

"Hey! Get away from her!" you didn't see much when a bright purple light came out of nowhere.

You were confused, you'd seen magic like this before but not in this form. "Are you alright?" you found yourself face to face with a boy, overgrown sandy hair falling into his eyes, hazel eyes that you'd swear was glowing. He was around the same age as you 15 or 16.

"you're pretty" the words came out of your mouth before you realised you were thinking them. you watched a pink slowly dusted his face and he grinned, "you're prettier"

He pulled you up, steadying you and then let go. "I'm Aleksander"

"Y/n!" you whipped around and was brought into warm arms, "fuck, pumpkin patch I thought you were hurt"

"Sorry Johnny" if anyone the two of you knew were to see this they'd think they were on drugs, mostly because everyone knew John as an arrogant prick who only did things for his own benefit.

You didn't protest when he brought your face into his hands, inspecting for injuries. Instead you scanned his face for any cuts or bruises you could heal for him. You lifted you hand up reaching for the faint tint of purple below his eye, once your hands reached his face they were glowing a faint white-yellow.

"Thanks pumpkin patch" he grinned and moved his eyes to the boy behind them, "who are you?" his tone came off rude and harsh.

"Johnny!" you slapped his arm, he rolled his eyes and the boy behind you smiled. "I'm Aleks"

"Did you do that?" John asked, motioning to the dead demon that was slowly disintegrating. Aleksander nodded and watched as John whispered something in your ear that seemed to make your face light up.

John walked away to smoke, muttering "stupid kid, making me soft." You explained to Aleksander that John offered to take him in and teach him how to control his magic. If the boy had to admit the older man made him nervous but your company made him feel a little more at home. When John came back he looked at you expecting an answer but instead you shrugged as he opened a portal and walked through.

You moved towards the portal and held out your hand towards Aleksander.

Back in the present time you sighed, "he's very dear to me"

"dearer than I?"

Just as Aleksander took your hand that day, you took his today. "I'm sorry Dick" And in a flash of white light you both were gone.

Leaving the man in silence and quiet, he scoffed bottle in hand, he walked away.

© ʜᴇʟʟꜱ-ᴇꜱᴄᴀᴘᴇᴇꜱ. ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏᴘʏ/ꜱᴛᴇᴀʟ/ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛᴇ

#i have no regrets #dickory #oc x reader #dick grayson imagine #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson angst #nightwing x reader #nightwing imagine #nightwing angst

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Hi I really love ur Dante fics, in just my humble opinion you got his goofy ass character right.

I'm gonna take advantage that ur request is open heehehe can you do Dante x sorcerer reader she's one of the strongest in their generation. I think it's kinda cute Dante with his demon hunting stuff and Reader with her witchy stuff. Couple goals✨ Also she made contract with strong demons to fight for her. Plus she kinda have no mercy if an individual gets on her nerves (I'm taking about making them vomit slugs or disfigured their faces with magic or transform their body into a bug and imprisoned it inside a jar IM GANNA STOP I'VE BEEN WATCHING HARRY POTTER TOO MUCH)

The whole DMC crew is probably relief that reader is on their side and not on the enemies

𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐚 ; “𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧”

thank you so much!! also i'm really sorry it took this long to post it... also if thats not an issue i included a name for a demonic companion of yours

dante sparda x gn!sorcerer!reader

warnings ; reader is reffered to as a witch what could suggest they're female but other than that gender is not mentioned

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ i feel like you two would start on bad terms. this has potential for some good enemies to lovers trope but in a business way. dante has his own demon hunting shtick but one day he gets informed of a rising competition and it's not the best news for someone on a tight budget.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ definitely met you on one of the jobs. probably wasn't even his job but yours. he just couldn't help himself. not everyday you get to hear about another demon hunter in the game.

as you explored deeper into the abandoned werehouse you could feel another demon-like presence. at first it didn't bother you, probably some another wild creature that escaped the limbo of hell. but step after step the air around started to get heavy and warm. something that usually does not happen on the job.

when you enter the next room you find the culprit. a man in a long red jacket, tangled white hair, holding a sword on his shoulders. but wait... the sword... it looks familiar. "what is a sparda son doing here of all places?" you said as you walk in the mans direction.

as on cue the man in quetion turned to you holding up his sword up to your chin. "let's call it... a business meeting. wanted to discuss some things with you sweetheart."

you could clearly hear the mocking undertone of his statement.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ things would only get worse from that point on. he would intrude on your assignments and you would "accidentally" send out your beloved pet (if you could call it that) to rough him up. not actually hurt him but just to give him a challenge.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ he once called you a "witch starting with a b" and even after you two got together you did not forgive him.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ as powerfull as you are you have nothing on dante. which one time resulted in him saving your ass. you wanted to be mad or even just angry about the fact he interrupted your job again but if he really didn't want competition why would he save you? that day brought you more questions than answers.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ you don't know when or where it started but at some point both of you started helping eachother out on jobs. and before you know it. boom. you start working together.

to say the crew was bewildered when dante brought an unfamiliar face through the door would be an understatement. they were suspicious and on guard. the first one to speak up was the tall blonde in black leather attire “who is this.” it was more of a demand than a question.

“this, ladies and gent’s is the new addition to our lovely team. don’t worry they won’t bite. i think.”

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ on the first few assignments nico, lady, trish and nero were all cautious with you. as in they barerly spoke to you no matter the circumstances. they only opened their mouths to give directions on where to go next.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ for some time the only people (not really people but yk) you could confine in were dante and your loyall companion - abaddon*. but they both sent you off with a "give them time." so you did.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ when this time around you saved dante they started to warm up to you and to abaddon.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ ok enough of that. let's focus on you and dante now. when he first started to feel something he literally thought you put some kind of love potion or spell on him. obviously you did not but let a man dream ig?

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ abaddon would be your wingman from now on. constantly shoving you into dante or putting both of you in compromising positions. one time he even pretended to fall asleep in front of a door and locked you in the dmc van.

"i'm really sorry for him. i don't know what's going on with him recently." you said with your head in your hands while on the verge of a breakdown. this was not the situation you wanted to be in and you expected dante to not be enthusiastic about the ordeal either. to your surprise...

"don't sweat it. i actually don't mind being stuck here with a pretty demon whistler." you don't know what struck your attention more the i don't mind part, the pretty part or the demon whistler part.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ that day a lot of confessions were made. both of you talked about your story of how you ended up in the business and well the confession you never expected.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ two words. power couple. when you work it's like you're reading eachothers mind.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ he had a lot of questions. if you work with demons and he's technically part demon does that mean you could like order him around and stuff? and trust me the questions do not end. every day he comes up with like 20 more.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ once asked you if you could bake an infinite pizza and his argument was that "well you're technically a witch so you know spells and stuff? i don't see why that would be impossible?"

*The Hebrew term Abaddon (Hebrew: אֲבַדּוֹן ’Ăḇaddōn, meaning "destruction", "doom"), and its Greek equivalent Apollyon (Koinē Greek: Ἀπολλύων, Apollúōn meaning "Destroyer") appear in the Bible as both a place of destruction and an angel of the abyss. In the Hebrew Bible, abaddon is used with reference to a bottomless pit, often appearing alongside the place Sheol (שְׁאוֹל Šəʾōl), meaning the resting place of dead peoples. (in the story he's like v's shadow but you can choose how he looks)

#dante sparda #devil may cry 5 #devil may cry x reader #devil may cry #dante x reader #dante sparda x reader #dante dmc5 #v dmc5 #dmc x reader #dante sparda dmc #nero sparda #nero devil may cry #dmc lady #dmc devil may cry #dmc trish #dmc nero #dmc dante