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“What Are You Doing?”

“I… Was Told There Was an Emergency...”

AzrielxReader

Warnings: none other than the lack of proof reading :p

Word count: 5.5k

(meant to be a blurb lol ig idk how to do that)

Summary: Azriel’s shadows have decided that they found someone far more interesting to listen to.

Thank you @kayjayjwrites for this ask, I’ve had a lot of fun writing it. Sorry it came a little later than I said it would but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless.

A yawn escaped Azriel as he stared down the papers on his desk. He was behind, three missions he put off documenting. He honestly wouldn’t have done it if Rhys wasn’t hounding him saying he wasn’t getting another job until he was caught up.

He didn’t hate his job, he didn’t particularly love it but he took pride in what he did for his court. What he did hate was the bureaucratic end of things, logging his missions in excruciating detail so they can be stored away on the off chance it might need revisited.

He had caught himself nodding off multiple times. The words would blur and his blinks would get slower and slower until his head hit the desk. His shadows, the pestering presence they were, were quick to wake him up.

Finish, finish this,

Keep working,

Sleep after.

At this point it was sheer frustration keeping him awake, weren’t his shadows meant to bend towards his will? The thought of snuffing out the fae light and climbing into bed with his hands over his ears was becoming more and more enticing as the night droned on. Azriels eyes began to close for the umpteenth time and just when he thought his shadows would give up they began swirling around him frantically. He almost groaned at their dramatics until their whispering bordered screaming.

Get up,

Quickly,

Y/n needs you,

Hurry, hurry.

The shadows all spoke over each other and their urgency had Azriel standing up so quick his chair hit the floor. His heart moved as frantically as his shadows at the thought of you. The thought of you hurt, the thought of you in danger, the thought of you scared and alone and needing him.

His feet matched the frenzy as they carried him to the shelf that held the truth teller, his shaking hands sheathed it. Azriel was a composed man, only cracking under severity; and you… you were severe. You had a way of moving him out of his dark safe corner and into the blinding light of day.

Your eyes could move him to tears, your body would make his hands shake, your laugh kicked open every door he used to keep others out. You were a parasite; infecting every part of him and making it your own.

Azriel was ready to punch a hole through his wall and fly around Prythian raining hellfire until he found you and made you safe again. Where? He thought, where is she?

Her house, his shadows answered dutifully before enveloping him and carrying him there. He was ready, ready to fight off whoever-whatever- was hurting you. Whether the demons were mental or corporeal, he would fight to his last breath. You were everything, everything he wanted, needed, everything he prayed for. You just didn’t know it yet, it hadn’t snapped for you. He didn’t care though, he would spend the next 500 years proving his devotion even if you never felt it.

Within seconds his shadows had carried him through space, into your living room. The scent of you was everywhere, gentle overtaking his olfactory sense and filling him with fierce determination.

“Y/n!” The called out as he surveyed the room, everything looked normal, well, for you. Granted things were strewn about, out of order, and placed haphazardly; but not in a way that was alarming.

“Y/n,” he called again and was met with silence, he moved through your house swiftly and silently. He kept his eyes peeled for any sign of you.

Bedroom, his shadows told him. At the end of the hall he pushed open the lightly cracked door and slipped into your room. The room held no sight of you, just thick with your scent. The only noise was light shuffling from your adjourned bathroom. He took a silent step towards the door and in that moment you came out. He froze.

You were fine, you were more than fine. His wide eyes met yours and he tried his best to keep them there but they seemed to have a mind of their own. They trailed to your wet hair that was dripping onto your shoulders. His pesky eyes followed the water from your bare shoulder, to the contour of your breast, to your exposed tummy, around its pretty jewelry, down your hips, before disappearing behind your thighs. Your shocked expression matched his as you stood in only a bra and underwear, clearly fresh out of the shower. He felt the heat climb his face, he wanted to run, hide, avoid any implications. But for some unholy reason he stood, petrified, staring at you half naked-absolutely divine- body.

“What are you doing?” You asked once you finally got over the initial shock of seeing him in your room. Anyone else would’ve gotten a more visceral reaction but this was Az, the only one you wanted to see you like this. You also didn’t mind the way his eyes tracked every curve and dip of your body. You bit your lip to hide your smirk and that snapped his eyes back to your face.

“I… was told there was an emergency…” he shifted on his feet as his eyes darted back and forth from your body to your face.

You bit back your laugh, the feared shadowsinger, spymaster of the night was red faced and nervous. Definitely a sight to behold. “Who told you that?” You crossed your arms under your chest, lightly pushing up the twins. Something he didn’t miss, and you didn’t miss the deeper red his face took. His mouth opened and closed like a fish and he seemed to have lost whatever small grip was keeping his shadows in place. They slithered across the floor before circling up your legs, over your bum, around your hips and waist. You giggled at the sensation, seemingly exciting by the shadows as they made their way up, examining the lace that covered your breast. Their boldness elicited a gasp, one that snapped Azriel out of his trance.

“I am so sorry- I don’t- I should go,” his words were quick as he fumbled over himself. He dragged the shadows away and before you could speak, tell him to stay, he was gone and so were his shadows.

You couldn’t help but laugh, a full belly laugh as you walked towards your bed with a little extra pep. The only proof of the encounter being the goosebumps on your skin and the light smell of his arousal in your room.

Azriel materialized in his room and stood there for- he doesn’t know how long he stood there. Trying to come to terms with what he saw, what you saw he saw, and how horrible his shadows had behaved. “What… was that?” He whispered into the darkness of his room, still frozen in place. He was horrified, completely embarrassed, and confused. His shadows said you needed him, led him there for seemingly no reason. His shadows hadn’t defied him since he was a child, scared of his own power.

The shadows didn’t answer him, just danced around seemingly pleased with themselves. He wanted to go back and apologize but he was too mortified, convinced he wouldn’t be able to face you for a hundred years. He crawled under his covers and cursed his shadows, not even brave enough to deal with the tightness that grew in his pants.

It was hot, Velaris was seemingly boiling. That didn’t slow down the Illyrians, rain or shine they would train. Azriel had taken off his shirt and the sweat flowed through the contours of his muscles, covering his body in a sticky dew. He had just finished sparring with Cass and was wiping the sweat from his brow when his shadows spoke.

Emergency,

Something’s wrong at the south pond,

Get there quickly,

“Cass!” He hollered to his brother, as he grabbed a two swords. He threw one to Cass who caught it coolly. “We’re needed,”. Was all he offered before taking to the skies. Cass followed closely behind as they swooped from the house of wind towards the small forest that was on the south side of Velaris. The boys were already warmed up, ready to face whatever emergency faced them. They circled the sky around the pond and didn’t see any immediate threat, it just looked like some fae had met up for a swim.

Cass landed first and Azriel was right behind him. They surveyed the scene and just as they saw in the sky; nothing was wrong. The only thing they saw were females, everywhere.

“Alright brother,” Cass clapped Azriel on the back with a shit-eating grin. “Not what I expected but you’re right, they do need us.” He tossed his sword on the ground and started making his way to the bank, at least three females came to greet him; he engaged happily.

Azriel wasn’t yet convinced. Still dragging his eyes all across the domain, trying to spot what called his shadows here. His keen eyes took in everything, every person, until they landed on you.

Walking out of the water you looked like a fae from those raunchy magazines Cass used to steal as a boy. An all too small bikini clung to your wet body as you made your way out of the water, toward him. Three tiny pink triangles covered the important parts but the rest was just string, leaving nearly your whole body one display. He watched your hips sway, your wet hair clinging to your face and shoulders, the glittering belly ring, and the small smirk on your face as you too looked him up and down.

“You’re not going to use that are you?” You stopped in front of him, referencing to the sword he gripped with all his strength. He watched as you flipped your hair to one side and began ringing it out. The urge to kiss the sensitive spot between your neck was so intense his lips were quivering.

“No I…” he once again was at a loss for words, “I just brought it.” Lame. He was so lame he wanted to die.

You just giggled, the sound like a cool wave over his hot body. You reached over and gently wrapped your hands around his, pulling it from his hands and discarding it with Cassian’s. His eyes were trained on your face the entire time, you weren’t put off by his scars. Your face wasn’t marred with disgust or pity, just blissful normalcy.

You smiled up at him, “Are you going to join us?” He just nodded, not even considering no as an option. Cass already discarded his pants and boots and was loudly entertaining most of the ladies. But Azriels eyes were trained on your back… side, as he followed you to the water like a puppy. It wasn’t until his shoes were sopping wet at the bank that he realized he should probably strip as well.

When he was down to only his boxers and he tossed his pants and boots back to safety. The way you shamelessly admired him gave him his confidence back.

The two of you spent hours, swimming circles around each other, splashing, pushing the other under. He would lift you high out of the water so you could do flips back in. He would put you on his shoulders so you could take turns playing chicken with whatever female climbed onto his brother; he was proud to say you won every time. He followed you all the way to the deep end and despite his distaste for swimming he didn’t want to be anywhere else in the world as you clung to him, telling stories of your childhood in this exact watering hole. He could’ve stayed in the water forever, content to grow wrinkles all over if it meant you would stay close to him.

When the sun had threatened to leave the sky was when you had decided to get out. Your friends were going to a diner to finish of the night with milkshakes and gossip, you offered and invitation and despite being willing to follow you wherever you asked he had to decline. Rhys had tried to contact him multiple times, all of which he ignored. Based on the aggravated tone, Cass was doing the same. He knew staying away any longer would only cause an angry high lord scaling the streets in search of them.

Cass begrudgingly followed his lead, after kissing more than an appropriate amount of females on the cheek, bidding them all goodnight with the promise of seeing them again.

The boys flew home, landing in front of the town house. Before facing the wrath of their in the dark brother Cassian stopped in front of Azriel and grabbed both of his shoulders. With a wide smile he leaned in and placed a sloppy kiss on his cheek, before he could react Cass had kissed the other one.

“I love you brother,” he said with so much sincerity Az rolled his eyes. “I’ll handle business with you any day,” Cass pulled him into a bone crushing hug that Azriel had to use all of his force to get out of. He wiped the wet spots on his cheeks before shaking his head. He pushed past his babbling brother and made his way to the front door. Cass walked in with an arrogant swagger, one that stayed with him for the next week and a half.

The frustration didn’t show on Azriels face, nothing showed on Azriels face, as he trailed diligently behind Mor. Yet another shopping spree he was dragged into with the role of being ‘designated bag carrier.’ He never complained even though he’d rather be doing anything else right now, he didn’t show it. Even though he knew Mor knew that, and even though Mor knew that he knew that she knew that.

“Thank you again Azriel, I swear I’m almost done.” He nodded along, knowing that she was almost done 2 hours ago.

It seemed everyone in the city was out shopping, the streets of the retail sector were jam packed. It was likely that most people were, with a new season approaching all of the soon to be out-of-season styles were on sale. Something that motivated Mor, giving her a much needed excuse for retail therapy.

Azriel kept his wings tucked in tight as he shimmied through bodies crowding the cobble stone. “Okay so we’ll stop at Loraine’s, she has the best Jewelry. Then we’ll have to hit up that new little boutique, hopefully all of the good shoes aren’t gone already. Oh! And we absolutely have to visit Anderson on the end of the block, he’ll kill me if I don’t come check out his sun dresses. He always holds the red ones back for me. Honestly my closet…” Mor continued to ramble on about each and every store that demanded she visit but Azriel tuned it out. Leaving behind the notion of soon as the math of how long he would be out continued to produce a higher and higher number.

Without trying to think about it, he followed Mor into the little jewelry shop that she just spoke about. The shelves were covered in glittering jewels that sat on display behind glass. Nothing caught his interest, he didn’t care for flashy add ons, so he just made his way to one of the plush chairs in the corner. He set the plethora of bags down as he slunk back, enjoying a moment of rest as he knew Mor would be taking her time. His eyes closed but his reaction was short lived when his shadows began of informing him of a situation.

Across the street,

Someone’s not supposed to be here,

Go quickly.

He cracked an eye open and glanced out the window. The streets looked normal enough and he couldn’t hear any commotion over the bustling. Someone’s not supposed to be here? He would have been notified earlier if anyone got through the Velarian wards. He should’ve been notified earlier. He stood up slowly, assessing the street. Just because everything looked normal doesn’t mean it was.

He abandoned Mor’s bags and moved towards the door, when he pushed it open he never stepped out. Instead a shadow slipped across the ground, going unnoticed on the busy street.

He slid under the crack of the door and after clocking his surroundings he determined he was in a woman’s nightwear store. There were night gowns and matching pj’s covering mannequins and racks in the front.

Back,

Behind the curtain.

His shadows informed him of the intruders location and he slid in the corner where the wall met the floor, making his way to the back. The store was relatively empty, only a few patrons; a couple, an older fae, and a young male that looked at the stock like a critic.

Slipping behind the curtain that separated the front from the back he was faced with three small dressing rooms. He materialized and placed his hand on the truth teller that rested on his upper thigh. It was quiet back here, the only shuffling came from one of the dressing rooms. He heard a click and a voice; your voice.

“Mav!” You called out as you stepped out of one of the rooms. He moved, trying to run, trying to get out of there. Realization of the stunt his shadows had once again pulled, dawned on him but it was too late.

“Az?” You questioned. The nickname had him stopping before he could escape sight. His heart beat like a war dum against his chest and he felt his hand dampen on the curtain he was holding. For a moment he contemplated winnowing away, saving the embarrassment for another day.

His turn was slow and painful, when his back was against the curtain he looked down and regretted not running. You were clad in a lace nightgown that barley covered the curve of your bottom. The top was push up, covered in shined lace while the bottom was layers of baby pink sheer material. If he looked closely he could see the diamond jewelry on your belly button and your matching shiney underwear shining through. He attempted to swallow the lump that was sitting in the middle of his throat but it didn’t budge so all he managed was a straggled gasp.

A devilish smirk, the one that tempted his knees, took control of your lips. You leaned against the stall, popping your hip out with a hand resting lazily on top. You tilted your head and looked him up and down, “Don’t tell me there’s another emergency.”

His eyes almost jumped out of his head and pink brushed from his neck, to his ears, and all across his face. You knew, of course you knew, you were the one he was barging in on. He tried to speak but that was impossible, seeing you in something so intimate, something he’d only dreamed of seeing you in, he could only shake his head back and forth.

“Okay so I also found that in this pretty blue-oh!” The young male from earlier had pushed through the curtain and was standing rigid as he looked between you and Az. He was only stuck for a few seconds before a smile that matched yours in mischief graced his face. “What do you think shadowsinger?”

His sultry voice took Azriel back, and the heat in his face doubled, “I- it’s,” he cleared his throat as he looked at the tiny blue dress. Cobalt blue, it was the same hue of his siphons. The thought of seeing you in that…

“It’s beautiful,” you finished for him. You pushed off the stall and moseyed over, closer to Az’s still frozen stature. “I absolutely love this color!” You took the thin fabric in delicate hands, feeling the material. “I’ll put it on,” you took the small thing from your friend before looking Az directly in the eye. You just smiled before walking back into the changing closet.

Azriel let out a low breath before bringing his hands up to drag the course of his face. This had to stop happening.

A snicker came from next to him and he looked over to, Mav, who had his arms crossed over his chest and a knowing glint in his eye. Az briefly wondered if you had told your friend about his little appearing act. The way Mav was looking at him, he’s sure you did. “You gonna stay for the final result?”

Yes, yes, yes! His shadows chanted in his ear and he shook his head roughly to keep them out of his ear.

“No, I gotta- busy!” He practically ripped the curtain with the force he pulled it open. He cleared the store in a few long strides before pushing himself free. In his daze he ended up colliding with a smaller frame.

“Az!” Mor yelled, straightening the dress he rumpled. “What are you-“ he eyes narrowed before glancing behind him, Jaim’s Nightwear was painted in delicate cursive on the windows. “What the hell were you doing?”

Az glanced once back at the shop before at Mor, “Embarrassing myself apparently.”

Mor clocked his flush demeanor before looking back at the window. She squinted her eyes again, tilting her head. She pondered doing some shopping at Jaim’s and Azriel’s speedy ‘no!’ only intrigued her more. She moved to step around him but Azriel’s hands clapped on her shoulder, turning her around and directing her back to the jewelry store across the street.

A low hum left the shadowsinger as he climbed up the ramp of the library. He scanned the isles looking for ‘Fiction- Rac.’

He had attended Nesta’s monthly book club with the priestesses, a guilty pleasure only the attendees knew of. He had offered to carry the books back to their rightful spot, an offer he was now regretting. The isle that held the thick fiction books had evaded him, and he had been walking back and forth for a half an hour now. A few priestesses had offered their help but he insisted they return to their work, that he could do it himself.

He decided to try the ‘Rab’ isle, keeping his wings tucked as his presence filled the narrow space. He almost cursed, debating throwing the books on a rack and letting someone else deal with it. His eye had just caught the beginning of ‘Rac’ when his attention was diverted.

You are needed,

Go now,

He ignored the shadows, pushing on towards his destination. He wasn’t about to fall into their trap again, he didn’t think he could handle another awkward encounter.

She needs help,

She needs you.

They insisted but Az just shook his head, looking for the correct author. “I’m not doing this again,” he whispered back. His luck she’d probably be in that little blue get-up and she’d have to clean up the puddle he’d melt into.

Go now!

Or regret it!

She will get hurt!

He groaned as he leaned his forehead against the cool self. The thought of you being hurt, even though he doubted you were, trumped his need to protect his ego. With his shadows whispering in his ear he had to see you were safe, and when you inevitably were he would come back and finish his job.

“Fine, but if she’s in her underwear again-“ the shadows cut him of chanting go, go, go! “Okay,” he was defeated, a slave to the torture his shadows were hell bent on putting him through. “Where is she?”

Home,

Her house.

“Good gods- I’m winnowing outside and if she’s half naked I swear I’m never listening to-“ he was cut off again by his shadows. This time it wasn’t a whisper, the seemed to bellow, angry at his reluctance.

Now!

With the urgency from his shadows he dropped the books on the floor, leaving them for whichever poor priestess found them first. After moving through space in the blink of an eye he landed on your front porch. He lifted his hand to knock, he wasn’t going to barge in and show up in the middle of your room uninvited- again.

Before his fist could connect with the door the sound of you screaming had him stumbling back. “Get out!” Followed by breaking glass. Your voice was shrill and panicked and it lit a protective fire inside of him.

He blinked again and he was inside your living room. Shadows were let loose across the space, crawling from his body to every corner of the room. You were there and so was a clearly unwanted presence. You were pressed against your mantle, gripping a vase like a weapon while the male staggered a few feet in front of you. He didn’t need his shadows to inform him about the alcohol that reeked from the man. His blood boiled and metaphorical claws were bared, he was going to kill the male that intruded on your space.

“Crazy bitch! Where’d you go?” The man slurred out as he waved his hands wildly in front of him; desperate to clear the opaque mist and find his target.

The name you didn’t deserve to be called had snapped Azriel into action, like a tensed spring he shot in front of the man. “I’m right here,” he whispered, mere inches from the drunk. The man made a shocked sound, startled by the new voice and its proximity. The man threw a pathetic punch, a low chuckle left Az’s lips as he caught the fist.

With a skilled spin he was behind the man, pressing his wrist between his shoulder blades in an uncomfortable contortion.

A straggled scream left his throat and Azriel cleared his shadows, wanting a proper look at who he was dealing with. The male was nothing special, skinny and pale with dull brown hair. His blue eyes looked hollow and glassy and the stench of alcohol absolutely assaulted Azriel’s senses at the proximity.

“You’d be wise not to try that again,” Azriel’s dark voice met the shell of the man’s ear. His eyes flickered up to you, wide eyed watching the scene play out. “What are you doing here?”

“Let me go! I just want to talk to her!” Azriel pressed his wrist higher and the male made a noice between a grunt and a scream. “Please!”

Tightening the grip on his wrist Azriel let out a low growl, this male was already too close, Azriel was never going to give him a chance to get closer. “I don’t think she wants to speak to you,” his low voice was eerily calm, steady as he leaned down to speak in the stranger’s ear. “Do you, Y/n?” His eyes moved back to you and watched as you viciously shook your head back and forth. “Well,” the grin in his voice was audible, “that settles that.”

Azriel gave the man a hard shove to which his shadows caught him, they carried him off to somewhere Azriel could deal him later. His eyes scanned the room once more, checking for any lingering danger, any hint of another threat. His shadows scowered the rest of the house, closing and locking any window that could be used as an entry point.

“Az,” you breathed before dropping the vase. The tough glass didn’t shatter, instead it rolled away while you ran. Within seconds your arms were around his neck with your face buried in his chest. He relished in your closeness, arms circling your waist with his nose finding your shoulder. A greedy breath reminded him you were safe, in his arms where no bastard would touch or even talk to you unwarranted. “I’m so glad that worked, I was worried that it wouldn’t, that I pushed to hard with it when you took awhile to get here but-“

“Wait what? What’re you talking about?” He pulled back to look down at you. Confusion had knitted his brows together and pushed his head onto an axis.

“Oh- I well… nothing,” you pulled back and turned away, red dusting your cheeks as your eyes fought to hide from him. Usually he was the flustered one, looking like boy whose hand had been caught in a cookie jar. But the roles were now reversed, you looked like you were dodging trouble of your own creation.

Azriel grabbed your wrist, delicately, turning you around to face him. He caught your chin in his other hand and angled your head to face him, “What did you want to work?”

You turned your eyes down but he just lifted your chin higher, your pink cheeks turned positively rosey and you shook your head. “Fine,” you breathed before pulling away from him completely. He watched as you moved around the glass you had previously thrown and made your way to the couch. “Well,” you started, drawing lines in your the cushion to keep from looking at him, “remember when we met? At that monster exchange?”

He nodded, “Of course.” He would never forget, catching a dove in an underground tavern full of monsters and the beats they aimed to sell. He had been tracking the traveling convention all across the night court, attempting to find who was running the trade. It was a highly illegal exchange and when he’d found you, you had begged to not be arrested, claiming curiosity brought you there. He let you go, told you to run while he dealt with the others.

“Well when I got home I noticed I had a little friend,” she held her hand out and to Azriel’s surprise, a shadow fell into her hand. It had danced out of its hiding spot in your hair and looped around your fingers, stuck to you like it was your own to wield. He just stared, mouth agape, to caught in his own shock to respond. “I started talking to it, they’re great listeners.” A giggle fell from your lips as you wiggled your fingers and the shadow weaved and bobbed through your digits. “And for some reason whenever I spoke of you, of wanting to see you, you would show up.”

You looked up tentatively, worried to see an angry Azriel. Instead you were faced with pure shock, he looked so lost so you felt the need to go on.

“I didn’t know it would tell you to come, not originally. Then after that first night, your shadows told you it was an emergency and I started taking advantage of that. Telling it to fetch you so I could see you again.” You looked back down, clearly ashamed of your admission. You couldn’t see the smirk that was growing on Azriel’s lips. “I know you’re busy, and-and it’s unfair to pull you away from your work like that. I shouldn’t have used your own shadow against you- gods- I’m so sorry. I’ll never-“

Your words were caught off by a laugh, a loud belly laugh. Azriel was practically doubled over. The realization had his face crinkled and his hands gripping his stomach as he gasped for air. You laughed nervously, adding him, “Your not mad?”

He stood up, still laughing but controlling it. His dimples were on full display and you melted a little, feeling ease wash over you.

“No, no I’m not mad,” he moved for the couch, “I’m glad I finally found out why my shadows are so willing to lie to me. It’s because they’re in kahoots with you.” He sat down and took your hand, your full smile matched his, “Never apologize for wanting to see me, I’ll come whenever you call.”

You blushed and nodded, laughing some more yourself. You stuck out the hand that held his shadow, “Here. You can have this back.”

He just shook his head with a smile, pushing your hand back. “Keep it, you can use it to get ahold of me.”

You looked back to him, the look on his face was one of pure ease, happiness and bliss, you loved to see it. You two sat there smiling at each other like idiots when you felt a tug on your heart. The tug got stronger and stronger until it snapped. With a gasp you threw your hand over your heart, as if the bond was tangible, something you could grab with your hands.

“It’s you,” you whisper leaning in slightly.

“And it’s you,” he whispered back after following you in.

You felt a tug on the bond, like he was pulling you towards him, you tugged back with a smile. You had always wanted to find your mate and you wouldn’t admit it just yet but you had wanted it to be Azriel since you met him underground.

You threw your head back, it was your turn to belly laugh. “Good gods! No wonder you always came running!”

He narrowed his eyes and let out a playful growl before pulling you into his arms. You giggled and wrapped your arms around him, looking at him in his eyes. “I’m glad it’s you,” was all you said before offering him a peck on the lips.

He beamed back, “I’m also glad it’s you.” He pulled you down for another kiss which you returned passionately.

“Soo..” you drawled pulling back, “Would you like to see that little blue number?” He responded with a low growl and nip at your ear. You laughed at his answer before jumping off the couch, you grabbed his hand and he happily let you drag him to your room.

A/N: My first request🥰🥰🥰 this was so fun, literally send more I live live live for them. I rlly hope my requester enjoyed this 🥲

Also I’m still working on ‘I’m Not Crazy, She is!’ Pt. 2 but it’s gonna be a long one so give me some time with that🙏🏽

As always if you made it this far I LOVE YOUUU<3<3 thank you so much for reading yall I love doing these.

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cottonconnielvr · 11 months

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Okay so, we’re obviously Connie’s very spoiled girlfriend

Reader had eyes on this really expensive bag that she’s been dying to have. She asked Plug!Connie and he has the audacity to tell us no, just to see how we’d react. Reader starts having a really nasty bratty attitude for a week and now daddy gotta set us straight 🫣

WARNINGS ✩ — squirting, smoking, sloppy messy blowjob, reader calls con daddy, reader is sensitive emotionally,rough sex, crying, handjob,overstimulation + just nasty stuff (may b a couple mistakes bc i didnt feel like re-reading imma do it later tho😭)

JEAN passed the blunt over to Connie, slightly shaking from coughing. Connie, who was sitting on Eren’s couch, shook his head as he scrolled through your ig story. “Swear this lil girl want me to fuck her shit up,” Connie mumbled as he hit the blunt.

Eren laughed from the floor, sitting in a bean bag. “What she do now?”

“She got a lil attitude with me because I told her not to let her fucking demon dog in the room anymore. So now she posting shit she know will make me mad” Connie passed his phone to Eren, letting him look at your story.

“You spoil that girl wayyy too much anyway,” Jean added.

“What you mean?” Connie asked with an attitude.

“She never listen to your ass because you say yes to everything she says. She literally gets whatever she wants from you.” Connie fights the urge to defend his spoiled princess but, Jean was making a point.

“I mean he did kinda do it to himself, not her” Eren passed the blunt to Jean.

“Bro you’re her bitch” Jean says in disbelief. “Shut yo long headed ass up. I am not her bitch” Connie defends himself, although a part of him agreed with Jean. Connie never really did put you in check unless it ended with angry sex. He was never super stern with, just letting you get by with everything.

But that was the way it was supposed to be. You were his spoiled little princess who always got what she wanted because she deserves it more than anyone.

“Just tell her no to see how she reacts”

Connie doesn’t give an answer, just contemplating on it.

“Ight”

“Isn’t she gorgeous baby just look” You practically shove your phone in Connie’s face. Connie looks at the pink purse. “I’ve been obsessing so bad and I neeedd it, please” Your glossy lips pout as you beg.

Connie furrowed his eyebrows, “Mhmm no I think you’re good.” You jerk your head back, trying to process that word, No.

You don’t have a great history with the word no.

“No y/n you can’t have this”

“No y/n you can’t have that”

Why would anyone deny you anything?

“What? Why! What did I do? Why not!?” You whined feeling the need to cry.

“You don’t exactly deserve it. You haven’t been good”Connie fought the urge to smile at you, such a crybaby. “What!? Baby I have what are you talking about?” You sat up, sitting on Connie’s lap.

“Your instagram stories, you keep going to parties I tell you not to go to. You needa get your act together” You gasped, offended that he was acting so nonchalant. He was basically telling you that he didn’t love you anymore.

“So until you fix your attitude then maybe, you can get it” Connie practically brushed you off and reached for his blunt. You sat there frozen for a minute, feeling betrayed and heartbroken.

“Okay Connie.” You said in a monotone voice before getting off of Connie and walking out of the room.

The rest of the week has been hell for Connie.

You had one of the worst attitudes ever, giving Connie silent treatment, short answers, and no sex.Were you trying to kill him?

In your point of view, you weren’t gonna stop until he apologized ( with an apology gift to go with ).

Connie walked in the house, hearing you blast “Me, Myself, and I” by Beyonce. Connie shook his head, obviously understanding the message.

“Baby!” Connie yelled from downstairs.

Meanwhile you sat at your vanity, fixing your hair. Connie opened the door to your beauty room, “You ain hear me calling you?” He asked while squinting his eyes at you. “I guess not.” Connie watched as you rolled your eyes.

Connie leaned on the door, poking his tongue against his cheek. “What’s yo problem?” He finally asked.

You stayed silent.

“I’m talking to you, Y/N.” Connie said sternly.

“Nothing Connie” You stood up, fully showcasing your tight outfit.

“ where you goin” Connie looked you up and down, ignoring his boner and licking his lips.

You were wearing a tight denim mini skirt with baby tee, showing your boobs practically poking out the top. “Just going out” You grabbed your purse which Connie recognized it as a new one.

You had to buy it yourself since no charges came from Connie’s card and you’ve been avoiding him like crazy. Connie knew you were really mad if you start paying for your own stuff. You walked passed him, purposely hitting him with your purse and a small oops leaving your mouth.

Connie just smiled to himself, shaking his head. You were gonna sleep really good tonight.

“What I tell you about walking away from me mama?” Connie followed you to the living room. You didn’t answer, walking to the front door.

You stood a little shocked as Connie sat on the couch. He got pretty comfortable, reaching for his phone out of his pocket.

Just as you reached for the lock, “Y/N come sit down with me”

Your legs practically went numb as you heard the tone in Connie’s voice. He sounded very very stern which meant he was not in the mood to be fucked with.

Your boldness melted away. Your head immediately went down, avoiding eye contact at all costs.

You sat in the loveseat across from Connie, messing with your fishnets. “I said come sit with me Y/N” You didn’t hesitate to move the second he said your name.

Yeah he was pissed.

You walked over to Connie, his hand grabbing yours as he pulls you on his lap. You land on Connie’s muscular thigh, his hand immediately going to your inner thigh.

His touch felt good, your attention now focused on the feeling. His tatted fingers massaging your inner thigh.

“What’s yo problem? Didn’t even care to ask me how my day was,” Connie looked up at you as you stayed silent. A pinch was sent to your inner thigh, making you jump.

“I don’t have a problem Connie. I was just trying to have fun”

“Why you lying to me Y/N” Connie grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look at him.

“You just made me upset and I-I just really wanted the bag” Connie’s thumb wiped against your bottom lip, smearing your lip gloss.

“Instead of acting like a brat you should’ve told me that you were upset. I thought we agreed to talk like adults whenever we feel upset with eachother, not do this petty ass silent treatment shit.”

“I’m sorry Con” Your voice small and quiet out of guiltiness.

“I don’t believe you ma” Connie leaned back on the couch, removing his hands from your body.

You whined, missing his touch after you ignored him for days. “I really am daddy”

Connie almost folded at the pet name, fighting the urge to pound you into the couch until your makeup comes off but that could wait. He wanted to make you beg a little longer.

“I don’t believe you. Gonna show me how sorry you are hm?” You quickly nodded, taking place between his spread legs. Your hands immediately went for the band of his sweatpants, tugging them down with eagerness. Connie lifted up his hips, letting you pull down his boxers as well. His cock springing up against his stomach ( his name ain’t connie springer for no reasonnnn)

Your tongue ran up his balls, going all the way up to the tip. “Fuck” Connie mumbled to himself, it’s felt like forever since you’ve gave him a blowjob.

You hollowed your cheeks as you took him down to the base. You flattened your tongue against the underside of his cock, feeling him stuff your throat.

Your hands rested on the floor besides your knees, stabling yourself as you tried to breathe through your nose.

You gagged once you felt Connie buck his hips upwards. Connie’s hands went to your head, keeping you in place.

Your nose was flush against his lower stomach. Connie thrusted up into your mouth, groaning to himself. The more he looked down at you, the angrier he got.

How dare you ignore him and keep this pretty little mouth away from him. You could feel your scalp become sore from the deadly grip Connie had on it.

The sloppy sound of your gags and the wetness of your mouth filled the living room. The scene was so nasty and filthy, your saliva leaking all around Connie’s cock and your mouth.

Your hands tapped at Connie’s thighs. Connie lifted your head up, letting you breathe. Strings of spit connected from your mouth to Connie’s cock, making him groan.

You panted, feeling your sticky lip gloss all over your mouth.

“Stick your tongue out” Connie slowly stroked himself. You stuck your tongue out. Connie slapped his dick around your tongue, making your saliva drip down to your boobs. Connie rubbed his dick all over your lips before bringing it down to your chest.

“F-fuck” Connie moaned deeply. Your eyes watered, feeling so humiliated and used.

“You sorry baby?” Connie asked, slapping your wet cheek. A tear ran down your cheek, running black with your mascara. “Y-yes” You whimpered. Your hands twisted up and down his cock.

“ Gonna b-be g..good for me hm?” You stuck your tongue out, looking up at Connie. You watched as Connie pushed out a glob of spit, it landing on your tongue. You swallowed, Connie slapping your cheek once again. “Look at me ma” Your eyes locked with Connie’s before he pushed your head down on his dick again, moving your head up and down. You moaned lightly, causing a vibration to run through connie’s cock. “Make me c-c..ah..cum” Connie hissed, feeling your take him so deep. Connie could feel his stomach tightening , toes curling, and thighs clenching. “F-fuck baby” Connie pulled out of your mouth, ribbons of white cum squirting in your face. Connie winced as he rubbed his cum into your face with his tip, smearing it all over your lips (since you like lip gloss so much)

Your mascara ran down your face, making you look an absolute mess. a beautiful mess

“f-fuckfuckfuck m’sorry! i-im sorry daddy, i’m s-s..i’m so sorry” Your muffled cries fell on deaf ears, Connie continuing his brutal thrusts. He was fucking you so so so hard.

It hurt so bad but felt so good. Your legs went numb rounds ago and your body was a mess, covered in your own fluids mixed with Connie’s.

Your mouth was open, sending your screams into the silk white pillow. Connie hovered above you, holding onto the headboard as he slammed his hips into you. “F-fuck cum again” Connie ordered you, reaching between your legs to rub your swollen clit.

“I-i can’t-” You gasped out, on the verge of passing out. You gripped onto the cold pillows, trying to pull yourself up and away from his torture. Connie took notice of this and wrapped his hand around your throat, pulling you back.

“You are.” You heard Connie sternly mutter.

You whined, your hand reaching behind you to push Connie away only for Connie to grab both of your hands. He pinned them down on the deep arch in your back, absolutely churning your insides.

“I-i..i promise pa- m’not go..gonna act up anymore” You cried out, loosing all of your body strength.

You body physically went numb altogether, a rush of pleasure washes over you. Your legs shook violently. You let out a scream that you were not aware of, clenching hard on Connie’s cock.

“S-shit” Connie looked down, seeing you wet up his lower body

(“they told me to stay out that water park😔” - future baby daddy connie with his five kids tackling him)

The pressure pushed Connie’s cock out of you, causing him to paint your ass with white ribbons.

Connie took a moment to breathe before he moved from above you, your breathing was now steady and you laid flush into the bed.

Connie squinted his eyes, slowly turning your face. No way this girl is sleep right now I ain done

“Baby...Baby…..Baby” Connie shook your body, waking you up. You whined, going right back to that bratty attitude that Connie loved oh so much.

“Whattt” You were so exhausted, moving was not an option right now.

After a much needed bath, you fell right asleep with just a bra and panties on. You were knocked out, sleeping all the way until 12 pm.

You woke up to just you in the bed, your house ringing silence. (Marshmallow is at a doggy hotel getting groomed #materialgworl💅) Instead of waking up to Connie’s presence you woke up to a box with a note on top of it.

‘Had to leave early and handle some business with Ony, I’ll be back before you know it. Thank me later sexy’

You sat the note aside before taking the top off of the pink box, only to see the very purse the got you in this situation to begin with.

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bangchansgirlsblog · 5 months

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hey hope ur having a great day!

could u possibly write an angst request with skz? (any member)

something along the lines of the reader having a terrible childhood and having to go through trauma and really dark days and maybe opening up to them about it?

ONLY IF UR COMFORTABLE PLZ

ig I'm asking for it is cause I'm not doing so well recently and just need to feel something lmao

hope that you're doing well, if not then a channie hug for u <33

Ready?

Warning: Angst, toxic relationship, Chan being mean.

Paring: OT8 x reader

Summary: shutting down the boys was easy but fighting her demons aka her dad was not

AN: someone requested something similar to this and I can’t seem to find the request so I just joined the two 🥺

Enjoy! 🩷

"Y/n? You okay?" Hyunjin asked her again trying to get her out of her trance.

"Yeah-yeah," her voice is caught in a crack. The hot feeling of tears starts to build up. "I'm fine, where are the rest of the boys?" She cleared her throat and put her bag down.

"They went to get some coffee, I told them I would wait here for you. Are you sure you're okay?" He asked one last time to be certain. He could sense her vibe was off but yet again it was Y/n. She was the most mysterious yet energetic person you would come across. Oh? And she's the youngest.

"Yes I'm fine Hyun, we should head for practice. We don't want to keep the boys waiting," she gave him another comforting smile before grabbing her bag once again and making their way to the JYP building.

The walk was quiet. Her thoughts were currently running haywire as she try to peace everything together but she knew today wasn't going to be a good day. The argument she had with her father still played in her head.

"So, what do you have in your schedules today?" Hyunjin interrupted her thoughts trying to ease the tension in the air.

"I just have dance practice with you guys then I get a break and you?"

"I have a photo shoot later after practice, kinda cliché themed." Y/n giggle at this. Hyunjin gave himself a pat on the back for making her laugh.

"Well, I hope stay don't make fun of you because that'll be more memes coming out,"

"Yeah, yeah, as long as I rock the outfit no one can bring me down," he flexed his biceps earring a gag sound from the manknae.

"Hyunjin that's gross," she rolled her eyes as they both entered the studio to find the boys stretching. They all said their hello's and started their practice off.

"Y/n get your head in the game," Leeknow scolded her. She had been messing up a lot today and now that they were halfway through, she hadn't gotten anything done causing the whole group to get lost.

"I'm trying okay?" She snapped back at him. Han's neck snapped in their direction as he looked at her in disbelief.

"Don't snap at him like that, his older than you," Han joined in the scolding. Y/n was tired and frustrated now. She couldn't deal with them hopping on her back.

"Okay whatever," she walked away from the both of them and sat on the floor by her bag trying to look for her water bottle. The boys were looking at her from a far trying to figure what was bothering her today.

"Hey Y/n?" I.N finally gave in and sat besides her to check in.

"Yes I.N?" She replied in her soft tone.

"You okay? You've been messing up all day-"

That was all she needed. That little push to throw her off the edge. Her eyebrows furrowed in annoyance and she stood up still facing I.N. Her anger was at a 10 and she couldn't hold it back anymore.

"I'm fine okay?! What is wrong with all of you?! Don't you see I'm trying?! Can't you leave me alone for once?! Why does it seem like whatever I do is a problem-"

"Y/n. Out. Now." Chan's loud voice shook the room quite literally. She stormed off to stand outside by the door. Trying to keep her cool but she couldn't.

"Don't you see this is a waste of time? You're a girl! You won't survive in this industry!"

"But dad I- the boys got me. We're making it-"

"Those boys will soon leave you just like your mum did. You're pathetic and a waste of space. You don't even bring anything to the table!" Her father's voice was loud through the phone.

"Why won't you let me to what I want for once?" She begged.

"Because! I spent my whole life working my butt off to provide for you and now look at you? You've basically become a stripper"

"Dad don't say that-"

"Well it's the truth."

Her father's words echoed in her ears. She felt helpless. She felt useless. She felt disgusted by herself.

"What was that?" Chan storms out the room. He was angry. It was obvious.

"Nothing-"

"What is wrong with you? What's your problem? You've been so moody all day and whenever we ask you what's wrong cause we know damn well we didn't do anything wrong, you start acting bratty,"

"Chan I was just trying to-"

"No, I don't want to hear it. You will go in there and apologize. Understood?"

"Chan! You never listen to me. Your always taking their side," she snapped at him.

"I know damn well you aren't talking to me like that. I've given you time and time again to come talk to me but you crush it off and decide to be a bitch to everyone. So don't even say I don't listen to you-"

"I'm not being a bitch, I just want to be alone,"

"Okay then be alone. Stop bringing everyone down just cause you can't deal with you problems, you better go apologize to everyone and you can head home," the tears in her eyes started to fall once he left.

Maybe she indeed was the problem. Maybe she needed to learn a way to cope with her feelings. Maybe she just needed to shut up.

She slowly took steps back into the studio and everyone turned to look at her.

"I'm sorry if I snapped at any of you, I won't do it again," her sobs were heard. They were so painful to hear that even Chan was so close to stopping her and pulling her into a hug. He felt so bad but he knew he had to stand on business.

At first Chan thought that maybe her silent treatment would last a day or two but it dragged and it continued to drag till it was the 1 week stamp.

He grew worried because he wasn't not just talking to him but she wasn't talk at all. She would only say hello and then continue with her day. Not even taking to managers or staff.

She would just nod or say small thanks you's or goodbyes. It was almost like the fight he had with her shit her up completely and this was eating him up.

The stress of the VMA's performance coming up and having to deal with his members made everything 10x harder to cope with.

"She hasn't been eating," Changbin informs Chan who lets out a frustrated sigh. "Should I just talk to her? Maybe that'll fix things,"

"She's so mad, she won't talk to anyone. Even I.N," this caused Han and Changbin to gasp.

"They're like bestfriends, it's like they were never separated at birth. What do you mean he won't talk to her?" Han asked.

"He came to me in tears yesterday because he attempted to get her to talk but she shut him down immediately,"

"Then you're going to have to fix this Chan. She needs you even though she hasn't said it. Maybe it's something deeper than your fight,"

"I know that for certain Hyunjin but how can I talk to her when she keeps avoiding me and walking away,"

"Just go to the gardens," Felix suggested.

Chan hadn't thought about it and quickly gave a hug to Felix who he praised for a bit and run to the gardens.

There she was. Sat feeding ducklings. She had a soft smile on her face. Her cheekbones were becoming visible because of the lack of food and the stress of the shows coming up.

"Y/n?" He said while making his way to her. She remained still and quiet. Continuing to feed the ducks.

"Can we talk please?" Silence. "Look I'm sorry. I'm getting worried and you not being able to talk to me means that there's something deeper going on. Can you talk to me please? I'll shut up and listen."

"My dad," she sat up and looked over to him. Chan in disbelief after hearing her voice after so long. "My dad wants me to go back home,"

"What? What? He can't do that. We're a team. We're your family,"

"I never told you about him because of how toxic he is Chan, he won't leave me alone until I'm home. Where he can control me."

"But your legal and your on a contract-"

"He doesn't care Chan," she looked up at him. The tears in her eyes started to pour like rain. Chan's eyes soften as he grabbed her and pulled her into his arms.

"I won't let him take you. Over my dead body." Was all he said as she continued to sob.

"I'm so scared. I'm so sorry I didn't tell you Oppa,"

"Shhhh. It's okay my love. It's fine. You did now."

He continued to comfort her until she could calm down. A constant apology left her mouth. Chan didn't want an apology he just wanted to protect her and he knew the only way he could talk to her was if she had calmed down.

"Have you eaten?" He asked her knowing the answer. He just didn't want to make it seem like he was tracking her consumption.

"I'm not hungry," her face was squashed against his chest making the words come out a little muffled.

"You are. You've lost so much weight. Let's go buy you some ramen and we can talk okay? How does that sound?"

"That's okay Chan. I'm ready to talk."

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cryptidghostgirl · 3 months

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Hey hey! i have a third angsty silly idea teehee (yes same person who requested the one where wife reader gets teleported to the hotel and the one with the fake dating trope-)

Im at it again with my silly ideas i can’t quite get out of my head- so picture this RIGHT before the begging of the second fic (loved it btw if i could id kiss you on the mouth)

(this interaction is important) Reader is eyeing Alastor to subconsciously make him talk to her, he does of course it goes a bit like “Alastor dear, havent seen you before?” "Just moved in, thought of making some acquaintances” and they talk, reader tells him “a charmer too? should be careful around you not to break my heart” or smth smilar idk i suck at dialogue

And then the partnership happens and theyve been at it for a while (like at least 5 years id say)- until Readers twin brother dies in a planned house fire and she goes out for revenge, before that they have a fight like “youre going to be out numbered” “its suicide” blah blah blah- and eventually reader goes out alone

She does manage to to kill the criminals but because of the cold January weather and the exhaustion of it all- reader gets hypothermia and in the frenzy thats caused by it stumbles and falls into a fence spike of an abandoned farmhouse, gets impaled right below the ribs teehee, Alastor eventually finding her and goes out to bury her properly.

readers death happens in 1925 -8 years before alastor which gibes her enough time to take over half the pentagram with her blizzard/ice powers (cuz i think theyre. cool ;)) and is also important reader has a long tail with fluff (which can turn into a heart shaped fur or have happy/angry twitches) at the end because i think its cute and because her demon form has one so it matches (think the faceless room guardians by anyaboz on IG but fully white- with a void face from which emerges a dog skull at will). the normal form being overall relatively normal aside from the long ears and black limbs that symbolize the hypothermia part of the death (Yes this is an Oc but im making it a bit more generic for everyone :>)

When alastor does die in 1933 (when he got shot visiting readers grave) he hears of this blizzard overlord and goes a bit into her territory and into a bar where he sees a somewhat familiar person teehee and they have the same first conversation over again but in hell :D and then get reunited but possibly pull out their signature weapons on each other again for old times sake 😇

also i love you so much for taking the time to write my dreams it does mean quite a lot to me and if you want i can give more ideas because i have a lot more- 😇 (im tottaly not insane and or delusional i swear-)

A/N of course?? I’m obsessed with your requests. they’re always so fun. Also as a heads up, I decided not to do this as a part to for cover up because I got an earlier request asking to do a part two for that and I try to address requests in the order I receive them. I also made some other minor changes just to make it work a little smoother. Also, please keep sending in requests, yours are always so fun.

Frostbite (Alastor X Reader)

Pairing: Alastor x Reader

Warnings: Murder, death, gore, arson, a little bit of angst.

Word Count: 3,949

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Alastor sat at the bar of Mimzy's club drinking like he did every friday night. Normally the whirling dancers and loud music merely served to give him a headache, normally he ignored them and all the fans who somehow recognized him from the radio. Tonight was far from normal, tonight there was someone new.

Spinning on the dance floor, the fringe of her blood red dress spinning out from her legs. The woman was all smiles, all laughter, and she seemed never to turn down a partner. He watched her, entranced.

The woman wasn't a talented dancer, far from it in fact, but what she lacked in skill she made up for in enthusiasm and enjoyment. He had no intentions of doing anything other than watching her enchanting display until he made eye contact with her across the club. She blushed, turning away and quickly engaging a friend in conversation.

It was all the encouragement Alastor needed. In the dim light of the speakeasy, Alastor smiled to himself. He downed the rest of his drink and got to his feet. The crowed of dancers parted to make way for him like the red sea, waves of whispers following his path. He could hear the chatter, knew the rumors that he was a man uninterested in women, uninterested in love or romantic involvements of any type He knew that that was what everyone was speaking of as he approached the first new face the tired old place had seen in ages.

Coming to a stop behind the woman, her friend saw him first. It made sense, her back was turned to him after all, a result of her embarrassment at having been caught staring. He friend tapped her shoulder, indicating for the woman to turn around, and she spun. Alastor could feel the hem of her dress as it brushed against his leg through the fabric of his pants. His smile grew.

"Haven't seen you around here before Darling," he hummed, "new in town?"

"Just moved in, actually." the woman bashfully replied, clasping her hands behind her back and crossing one foot in front of the other.

The position it threw her body into sent Alastor's mind reeling. He hadn't expected that. Sure, she was pretty and different, new, but Alastor didn't feel things like that. At least, not normally.

"Well, I'd love to give you a tour sometime. The name is Alastor, Alastor Hartifelt."

This was the test: his name. How would she react? Was she just another one of his simpering fans, begging for his favor, for his attention, or would she do something interesting?

He held out a hand which she daintily rested her own in, a smile spreading across her face.

"Y/n L/n. I'm free tomorrow morning?"

Alastor was lucky, Saturday mornings were one of the few he had free. Gently, he leaned down and planted a soft kiss on the back of her hand. Y/n felt her heart flutter inside her chest.

"Ah, a charmer." she hummed as Alastor raised his head again and she took her hand from his, "I'll have to be careful around you."

Everything had snowballed from there. The tour around the city had spiraled into dinner which had further fallen into an attempt by Alastor to take her life. He had been curious, how it would feel when the life drained from her body at the force of his hands. Instead, she had met his advances by holding her own knife to his throat.

It became a game of sorts for the two, always trying to outwit one another, one up each other, land the other six feet under. The game ended when Alastor was chasing Y/n through the woods and she had stumbled, falling to the ground. He had grinned maniacally as he had advanced on her, as she had scrambled on the ground away from him. Knife raised, her back against a tree, she had breathlessly asked him out on a date. How could he say no? Especially when he looked up and saw that she had planned this all along. There was no other way their initials could be carved into the surface of the very thing that had stopped her escape. It was perfect, she was perfect.

Five years of bliss. Five years of feathery kisses and passion. Five years of waking up to her smiling face, of washing the blood off each other's hands, of nearly wedded bliss. Then there had been the fire.

Y/n had a twin brother, a brute of a thing who always seemed to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Despite his flaws, Y/n loved him. This time, on a January morning in 1925, he had pissed off the wrong person and gotten himself killed. Y/n was inconsolable, spent every waking moment tracking the killer. It didn't take her long to get a lead.

She was halfway out the door when Alastor found her, shoving knives into her pockets and grabbing a gun. There was a wild, unfocused look in her eyes. Alastor turned his gaze momentarily to the setting sun as it sent rays of liquid golden light bouncing off the snow.

"Darling, what are you doing?"

"Going out." she gruffly replied, adjusting the laces on one of her shoes.

Alastor sighed. Y/n had mentioned to him just the day before that she had an idea of who was behind the murder and it wasn't pretty. The most controversial and strongest gang in the city had, according to her research, wielded the flames. Alastor took a step forward, placing a hand on Y/n's shoulder and she turned to him. Her eyes were hard and narrow, her face contorted by rage.

"Y/n, please." Alastor began, treading carefully, "Not tonight. It's awful out, and you just confirmed everything today."

"No." Y/n shook her head, "No, I can't wait to do this any longer, Al. It has already been nearly a month, I can't..."

She looked away, raising a fist to her heart, her shoulders hunching slightly.

"I can't."

"And I can't loose you." Alastor quickly replied, using his free hand to turn her face back to his.

"So come with me."

He hesitated. Y/n saw the look on his face, the doubt. She shook herself from his grip, turning back to the door.

"Alright. I'll go alone."

"Y/n," Alastor pleaded, taking another step towards her as she grabbed her coat off the hook on the wall, "it is too dangerous. I can't let you do this."

"Let me do this?" Y/n spun around, her coat in her hand and flames licking at the corners of her voice, "You can't let me do this?"

Alastor took a breath, trying desperately to keep his own anger at bay.

"There are too many of them." he tried to reason with her, "You can't do it on your own."

"So come with me!"

"I..."

Y/n scoffed, sliding her jacket onto her arms. Turning back to the door once again, she unlocked it. Her hand rested on the knob, she took a breath. Their eyes met over her shoulder.

"I'll be home later."

She swung the door open and stepped out into the night. Alastor trailed after her, the snow sinking into his socks. It was cold, a terrible night.

"Y/n, you'll die!"

"Do you truly have that little faith in me!?" she spun around, her rage radiating off of her, devouring everything in sight.

Alastor had never seen her like this before. He halted in his tracks.

"Please, I can't..." he took a deep breath, emotions had always been a struggle, "I can't loose you too."

"But I'm supposed to loose my brother and know who did it and do nothing?!" she screamed back at him.

"You will die!"

Y/n turned her back on him once again. She unlatched the gate to the garden and slipped through it, letting it fall shut behind her.

"So be it."

"Y/n!"

Alastor tried to run after her but, it was simply too cold. His limbs were numb, he stumbled.

"Y/n!" he yelled again but, she didn't turn around.

He could see her, in that red dress. She looked like she did the first time he had ever met her as she disappeared into the night. He knew it was his mind playing tricks on him, it felt like an omen.

Alastor stood in the cold for a few minutes longer before resigning himself to the truth of it all: Y/n was going to do what she was going to do. He just had to hope she would come back, that the damage he had done in refusing to back her up like that wouldn't be enough to have driven her away. That she was strong enough to make it out alive.

The fireplace crackled invitingly. No matter how warm and cheerful it made the room, Alastor couldn't stop the dread. He sat down on the couch before it, painfully aware of the empty spot beside him. He tried to read.

The hours ticked by, seconds dragging on for eternity. Still, Y/n was not yet home. Alastor couldn't focus on anything. He couldn't 't read, couldn't sleep, could barely sit still. He paced circles around the room as the sun rose, he called in sick to work, intent on being there should she return.

When it reached four pm, when it had been nearly twenty full hours since she had left, he decided to go out and look for her. Y/n had always been messy, always bad at putting things away. While normally it had irritated him to no end, he now found himself grateful. He swore to whatever gods were listening that if she was alright, he would never bother her about it again because right there on top of her desk were all her plans, including the exact location of the gang's hideout, the exact place she had disappeared to.

The sight that met Alastor when he reached the old warehouse on the outskirts of the city was one he would never forget. Blood stained the snow red and there were bodies everywhere, both outside and within. It was clearly, Y/n's handiwork and he couldn't help but feel a tad impressed, he had underestimated her yet again. His slight smile, a result of the realization, fell as he spotted the footprints leading out of the backdoor.

He had tracked Y/n enough times to know they were hers, they couldn't be anyone else's. A trail of blood accompanied them, one foot dragging more than the other. Alastor tried to keep his head clear, his mind cool. He gave chase.

The back yard to the warehouse was large, gave the impression of going right off into the woods. Alastor soon realized that was not the case as the rusted, wrought iron fence came in to view. Y/n wouldn't have been able to see it. Judging by the way the tracks were iced over, it had been a long time since she had walked this path. In the dead of night, surrounded by trees, the fence would have come as a surprise.

As he got closer, the lump that he had assumed was a fallen branch came into more detail. Alastor's heart stopped, he rushed to her.

If only he hadn't waited, if only the minute he had felt she'd been gone too long he had gone after her. He might have been able to save her, to stop her from this cruel fate.

What had happened was obvious. The fence was iced over, slippery to the touch. Y/n had evidently tried to climb over it and lost her grip, the force of her fall being enough to ram the sharpened edge of one of the fence's defensive points right through her temple. Wrong place, wrong time.

Alastor had never cried like that before, as he sat in the snow at her feet, her body stiff from the cold. Not even when his mother had died could he ever remember feeling such a grief. It ate away at him, pooling in the center of his chest and spreading out. She had been so integral to who he was, so much a part of his life and way of being. She had been his dream, his end goal. Alastor remembered the ring, sitting heavy in the drawer of his night table. His tears redoubled.

By the time he managed to calm himself, the early winter sun had long since sunk to its bed and been replaced by the moon. Moving completely on autopilot, not considering his actions, Alastor wrenched her body from the fence. Y/n deserved a proper burial, in a place that mattered. He made her final resting place at the base of the very same tree she had told him she loved him while sitting at. His fingers traced their carved initials, grown hard with the years. There was nothing to be done.

The guilt ate away at him, festered over the years. If only he had stopped her, had gone with her, had come to her rescue. If only he had told her that he loved her one last time.

When Y/n awoke in Hell, to say she was surprised would be an understatement. She had never been one to believe in the afterlife in any sort of way, let alone such a wonderful one with so many opportunities for mayhem.

The thing that had been the toughest to get used to was her new form. All the demons in Hell got them upon arrival and when she caught that first glimpse of herself in the glass of a shop window, she understood why everyone on the streets seemed to be eyeing her fearfully.

She looked like she was rotting, her fingertips and toes black from the cold she had lost herself in. It trailed up her limbs, mingling with her own natural skin color. Her hair, her eye lashes, her eyebrows even, looked perpetually frosted with snow, little particles of ice hanging delicately in them. Then there were the horns and the tail, those were by far the strangest. The horns were pure white and curving like a mountain goats, the tail was thin with a little heart shaped ball of fluff at the end. It wasn't until another demon attempted to attack her that she realized the full extent of the changes that had taken place.

Y/n had just tried to punch the man, that was all. He had made advances, she had said no. He had tried again and she had told him she was married. It wasn't entirely a lie, they had been planning on it after all. Still, the man refused to listen and so, she had resorted to brute strength. When she had pulled her fist away, it was to find the man encased in ice. That was when the anger had set in.

Y/n didn't blame Alastor, not really. She was mad at him but, in the end, he had been right. She had died. It was all so brutally unfair. The way they had left things, that final fight, weighed on her soul. She wondered if he even knew she was dead, if he just assumed she had up and left him. The guilt, the what if's of it all, were crushing.

The stronger Y/n's emotions, the more uncontrollable her power. She still attacked people for fun but, taking over half of Pentagram City with her storms had honestly been an accident. In retrospect, she would call it a happy one.

Y/n liked being respected, being feared. She liked the near worship with which the smaller, weaker demons began to treat her. She settled into her new life with surprising ease and soon, every demon and hellborn in the place knew her name: Frost.

Y/n would've liked something different, preferred something cooler but, when the people give someone a name, its hard to change it and so, she embraced the title. Stone cold, cruel, powerful and appearing at what others perceived as totally inopportune moments. She locked herself, her heart, away. She swore never to make the same mistakes again.

Alastor visited Y/n's grave at least once every year. Always on the anniversary of her death, sometimes more frequently. That was where he too had met his death. As he had stooped low to place the bouquet of flowers he had brought on the surface of the hard-packed earth, the hunter had shot him, thinking he was a deer.

His arrival in Hell had been uneventful and not all together shocking. Alastor had been raised in a Christian household and although he never truly had faith in the matter once he had been old enough to form his own opinions, he had still always assumed that if there was life after death he was going to end up in Hell. He also knew that if he had ended up down here, Y/n had too.

The search was all consuming and fruitless. Every demon he interrogated, every one he thought had the slightest spark of his love within them, never had a single clue what he was talking about. Half the city was a snow storm and before long, that half was the only part he hadn't searched. Allegedly it was the territory of some new overlord known only as Frost who had taken Hell by storm - literally - just a few years before. Alastor already had a distaste in his mouth for the overlords, a sort of hatred spawned from something close to envy. He figured that worst case scenario, he could just add this Frost character to the list over overlords he had already taken out in the year since his arrival.

The chill of the air as he stepped over the border was a cruel reminder of the truth of his life. Alastor welcomed the cold with open arms, wondered if Y/n had already been killed since arriving in Hell. He had heard of the exterminations, it wasn't too wild of an idea. The thought gnawed on his mind like a parasite, intent on seeing him dead. Alastor progressed.

The fact that in death he still felt such things as hunger had been a mystery to him. There was something poetic about it, something forlorn in the idea that hunger and touch were the only things that followed a person to their grave. He stepped into the restaurant, his stomach growling, and walked up to the bar.

"Do you have beignets?"

Alastor knew the answer before the barkeep even shook his head. He sighed, falling on to one of the stools.

"Sausage and grits."

"Coming right up."

Alastor tapped his fingers on the counter, watching the world around him. Hope was running thin, anxieties and hurt taking over. He didn't know how much longer he could keep this up, how much more disappointment he could take.

"Haven't seen you around before, Darling," a voice purred from behind him, sending shockwaves of pain through his chest, "new in town?"

He summoned his microphone into his hand, ready to fight. It didn't matter that the demon most likely had no idea the effect of their words, the connections they had to his own past life. All that mattered was that he felt like he was being mocked, the world was parroting his life back to him because Y/n was out of his reach and probably would be forever more. He turned to face the person, a sickening grin spread tight across his face.

The demon had a clearing around her, the crowd avoiding her at all costs and whispering to one another behind the cover of their hands. Her tail flicked back and forth, ice emanating from the place her feet hit the floor.

There was something oddly familiar about her, the cocky smirk, the confidence. Alastor got to his feet. He leered over her and the woman didn't flinch one bit.

"Who's asking?"

A threat. The smile on the smaller demon's face grew, snow beginning to pile up on the floor in the corners of the room.

"You know, it's really far too cruel of you to go around with a voice like that." she hummed thoughtfully, a finger to her chin, "Gets a girl's hopes up just to shatter 'em on the floor."

Alastor could feel it now, the cold nipping at his extremities. Wind picked up in the indoor space and demons began rushing out through the door as quickly as they could. Alastor stood his ground.

"Ah, so you're the one responsible for this little snow town?"

"Why yes, I am."

"You're rather cruel yourself, you know." he mused, "Using my own words against me, how did you know? Do you overlords have some way to read a person's mind? Find the center of their desire and turn it to a weapon?"

Only now did the woman's expression change. Her calm facade morphed into confusion as the winds died down.

"What do you mean?"

"'Haven't seen you around here before, Darling, new in town?'" Alastor scoffed.

Y/n's eyes widened with a sudden recognition. It only fueled Alastor's anger as he took a step forward, shadows rising from the ground at his feet.

"I-"

"Just moved in, actually." the demon cut him off, holding a hand out for him to take, palm to the floor.

Alastor looked at her, disgust etched into his features.

"How could you..." he trailed off.

Eyes flicking over her form, Alastor examined the demoness carefully. Sure, she was different. She looked half dead, frost bitten to the extreme but, there was certainly something familar.

"Who are..."

His eyes narrowed with suspicion. Slowly, he took her hand in his. It was icy to the touch, sent shivers down his spine. With a practiced grace, he leaned down and planted a feathery kiss on the back of her hand.

"Ah, a charmer." Y/n smiled as he raised his head to hers again, "I'll have to be careful around you."

"Y/n."

It wasn't a question, he knew the answer. Alastor could feel it in his bones.

"Alastor."

She threw her arms around his neck, pulling him close. Alastor watched her movements in astonishment. Disbelief laid thick on his body, too heavy to allow him to move.

"I'm so sorry." she whispered into his ear, her breath a cold breeze.

"I... why are you sorry?" he asked, pulling her away from him.

Alastor placed his hands on her shoulders, brushing off a bit of snow that had landed there with utmost care.

"I'm the one who's sorry. I should have come with you, I shouldn't have said the things I said, I sh-"

"I love you."

She couldn't hold the words in anymore. Icicles of tears tinkled like glass as they fell from her cheeks and landed on the floor.

"I... I love you, Alastor. I can't... I always regretted... I..."

"Me too."

He pulled her back into his arms, this time holding her body tightly to his. The cold burned but he didn't care. The whistling of the wind outside seemed to quiet.

"I love you so much, Y/n. I am so sorry."

"I'm so sorry."

Y/n pulled back, cupping Alastor's face in her hands.

"Never again."

"Never what, my love."

"Never again will I be parted from you."

"I thought I'd never see you again." Alastor admitted, "I was beginning to lose hope."

"Me too, me too."

"Never again."

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Next Part -> Day Lilies (Alastor x Blizzard demon!Reader x Angel!OC)

A/N I am such a little slut for a good reunion scene.

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anonymouscheeses · 2 months

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so…

about this human verse you got…

how does Al fit into all of this? Is that where Vaggie got the spell or is the gang she’s a part of also a monster hunter org?

This is Alastor's human design! I wanted him to give off a old money rich vibe. I didn't look up a reference for old money attire 😭 i jjst looked at some randim char from a show i watched that kinda gave off Alastor vibes. This may change but tbh I kinda like it the way it is. Altho one day I may change my mind <3 lore drops under cut!!

(Sorry if he doesn't look like Alastor, these human designs are mostly based on my redesigns so they look even MORE different than usual ill get better hopefulllyyyy)

Husk(left) is Vaggie/Valerie's dad in this au cuz I said so unfortunately. Sorry i dont make the rules! Husk is Salvadoran like Valerie cuz ofc, like he's 100% black but I wanted him to be Valerie's dad soo I was like.... yeah win sum lose sum. But dw I have SO much black characters on the way. It's kind of terrifying!!

Alastor tries to be like a dad to Valerie but she resents him. Her mom died to a sickness, and Valerie has no room in her for another parent figure in her life except Husk.

Also, Al is gay aroace, so when he fell in love with Husk he was SO surprised likeee how??? He was his first love ever and Al just loves him dearly despite never loving anyone ever before. He's still a girls girl ofc but brutha is gay u can't tell me otherwise 😍

Charlie gave him the headband with the antlers that she cheaply made herself. Alastor loves them genuinely. (If Alastor cares abt Valerie or Charlie is purely up to viewer, but if you want to see him care for orr like be toxic to them send a request fr fr imma draw that shi 😍🙏). Alastor is the only one who knows that Charlie is a demon because he's the one that taught Valerie how to summon a demon(YOU'RE SPOT ON. HOW??).

(Also I forgor the stripes. Sorry I was so sleepy drawing this you can probably telll.😭)

Alastor is still a cannibal, his husband and step daughter just doesn't know it yet, and NO he will probably never tell them unless forced to or he feels like he can. This man is the friend the smiley bro 😭

I'll maybe soon draw what happened between Valerie, Lute, and Adam during the fight, since ALOT happened. But it may be a bit before I get to that

Alastor taught the kids young how to summon demons the WRONG way. Because obviously he didn't want literal immature kids to end the world completely. The trio spent years finding ways to summon just one demon. Adam did it to create chaos, Lute just followed, and Valerie just loved having fun with her friends.

Now that they aren't childhood best friends. And that whole fight happened. Valerie doesn't know what to do. Alastor suggests she gets a bodyguard from hell, any demon at all(Demons are devoted to you as long as you keep a part of your deal with them or you break the contract of summoning one). Aaaaand that's how Charlie came to be summoned! Valerie got her eye stabbed out, Alastor was being silly and taught his kid how to summon a demon, Valerie was like "aight ig", then summoned her future wife.

(WILL ALSO ONE DAY DRAW THE FIRST TIME CHARLIE AND VALERIE MET.... ONE DAY....)

Fun fact: Alastor has a radio station of his own that he plays 1920's music in. Although most people would rather NOT listen to old times music, somehow he makes it work that people always listen to his radio. Maybe a deal with a demon of some sorts...? Perhaps... :>

#THANM YKUUU FOR THE REQUESST!! I HAVE SOME IN MY INBOX BUT LIKE. I WANT MORE PLEASE. GUYS SEND REQUEZTS ABT MY AU. ANYTHING.#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel charlie #hazbin hotel vaggie #husker hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel lute #art #fanart #artists on tumblr #digital art #THANK YOU SMM I LOVE RAMBLING ABT MY STUFF HUGS AND ALL 💜💜 /P #its lillith. im not gonna make you wait for an obvious reveal lmao. lillith is the one who gave him power. but in return whaT did he do..?#hazbin hotel art #hazbin hotel fanart #husk x alastor #alastor x husk #radiohusk #chaggie #rainbowmoth #varlie #human au #hazbin hotel au #hazbin hotel human #hazbin au #yall.... i kinda like him ngl.... like. usually if someone asks me who i think is overrated asf it wojld be Alstor #IT STILL IS RBAHABHAHA but now i kinda get it...... no. no i still dont get it 💀 i usually fall in love with characters once i draw em.#OK OK I GUES I LOVE HIM?? HES PRETTY NICE I THINKKK. STILL NOT ONE OF MY FAVS THAT GOES TO THE LADIES BUT HES... SOMEHWRE UP THERE

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im in my creepypasta phase right now and my demon slayer phase >:) and I made this little characters who are like 12-14 and their silly little twins who fight or kill in a double like daki and gyutaro! And I was wondering if you could just do silly little HCs of Slender,ben,Jeff,masky,and hoodie reacting to the twins pranking everyone in the manor and they catch them?>:3

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I will do F!Reader and M!Reader for this!!^^ sorry to

NB people!☹️☹️💕

Creepypasta x M!Teen!Reader and F!Teen!Reader

Ft: Slenderman, Masky, Hoodie, Ben drowned, Jeff the killer, and F!reader

And M!Reader.

Slenderman:

・He is impressed withboth of your skills, and you both intrigue him.

・But when you all do your pranks his dad side comes out.

・He gets your both dumb teens but this dude is a grumpy old man.

・He might chuckle a little bit, some of the pranks you both pull are amusing.

・But he has to be a party pooper.. sorry kids!

・He finally caught you both in the act and he actually found this one an interesting one..

・You both some how managed to steal Bens hat and try to hide it in his office. 😭

・But he knows how special Bens hat is to him and you both know it to! But your both kids

So he just scolds you both and makes you two apologize to ben and give it back.

・And as for punishment you both had to have a sleepover with LJ.. (I hate that clown sm)

“Children, why do you do these things?”

Masky/Tim:

・Same with Slender on the prank stuff, he finds some of them funny but also finds

Them annoying at times😭

・I mean hes a grumpy old man who wants to get his work done so Ig it makes sense-?

・Still hes a partypooper. >:/

・So he caught you both putting hello kitty stickers on his mask when he went out to smoke..

・He was amused but also annoyed.

・He kinda had to take a second to process everything.

・When he realized what you guys where doing he sighed and was like “Really?”

・He took you both to slender and let him deal with you guys because he was to tired to

Deal with you two.

・He already deals with you both half of the time give the poor guy a break😭

“Are you two serious?” He sighed. “Lets go to slender..”

Hoodie/Brain:

・He doesn’t really care THAT much. That much.

・But sometimes he can get frustrated with you two.

・Hes found some of them funny, like he might have actually laughed. Unlike Masky/Tim.

・But he likes to make things quick and you both make that hard.

・He was going to go and grab his gun for a mission but he found you both replacing the bullets with..

Blueberrys..?

・He was standing there like:🧍🏻‍♂️

・He then snatched the gun away from you both and said “This is not a toy.” In a low kinda deep

Voice.

・He then turned to F!Y/N and was like “I thought you where smarter then your brother.”

・ANYWHOOOOO

・He kept your prank a secret but gave you both a little lecture.

・Hes like the cool uncle.

“You both stay out of my stuff, there not toys, but pretty cool prank.”

Jeff:

・Hes one of the ones who find your pranks hilarious.

・Like when he saw Maskys mask with a whole bunch of hello kitty stickers on

It he died.

・He ruffled yalls hair and was like “Good job kiddos!”

・BUTTTTT

・All of that changes when hes the one getting pranked.

・There was a time where you both put some of sallys pink clothes with

His WHITE hoodie in the washer. He did not find this one funny.

・He was mad because he has an attachment to his hoodie,kinda like how Ben is attached to his hat.

・One time he walked into Toby’s room to tell him that he has to go on a mission and he saw yall tying his shoes together he had to hold in his laugh and he gave yall a thumbs up and left the room.

・He covered for both of you!

“Yeah no it wasn’t the two brats.”

Ben:

・He also finds both of yalls pranks funny as shit.

・I mean how could he not?

・He was impressed with the jeff hoodie thing, like how are you guys even alive?

・And he doesn’t really care THAT much if you guys prank him.

・Except the time when you guys came to the mansion and didn’t know that

Hated and had a fear of water.

・You both dunked a whole bunch of water over his head.

・HE WAS PISSEDDD

・That made you both have a rocky start with him, buttt he knows that you two are just kids

So he lets it slide.

・He isolates himself for sometime, you both felt bad so you went to try and

Talk to him, surprisingly he answered. He heard you both out and he sighed.

・Then some time goes bye, you both are good with him! But he walked in on you guys trying to

Do something with his GAMES!?

・He wasn’t mad just scared of what was going to happen to his games.

・He goes like “What are you guys doing!?” And startles you both so you drop them.

・He screeches like a little girl and then makes sure there ok.

・There ok, thankfully. He then looks down at both of you for some reason hes not mad..

He ruffles both of your hairs then shoves you both out of his room and then says,

“If I catch you guys messing with my games again You might meet with a terrible fate.”

・Ofc he was joking! (or was he)

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SORRY IF THERES ANY MISTAKESS!! (◞‸◟)

#ben drowned #jeff the killer #creepypasta #hoodie #masky #slenderman #creepypasta x teen reader #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x you #jeff the killer x reader #ben drowned x reader #masky x reader #hoodie x reader #slenderman x reader #x reader #platonic #creepypastaaaaaa

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lowkeyrobin · 4 months

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EVIL DEAD RISE ; you can revive them

summary ; you're able to revive them from deadite-ism like the 2013 evil dead

includes ; danny, bridget, kassie (platonic), ellie, & beth

warnings ; language, demon stuff, blood, drugs/od'ing, horrible doctor explanation, I'm no doctor so ignore my horrible descriptions of this stuff LMAOOO

request from ; @acidthecorvid ; thank you for requesting!!

AN ; I got a little like basic idea of how the reviving works so I apologize if anything is incorrect, for some reason my brain couldn't process all the lore into how this worked lmaooo. I stuck with mias revival kinda thing w the defibrillator and fear streets od'ing and revival thing so hopefully this is good 😭😭

masterlist

DANNY

bringing him back scared the shit out of you

basically had to bury him in his bedsheets and somehow in some way, Beth got her hands on a defibrillator

she said something about it being in Fonda's room but you had no time to think

beth was over losing her family and you were too

danny wasn't meant to die, your straight hope of him surviving and not giving up on him is the only thing that saved him

kind of like that fear street scene of Sam dying and being brought back but with a fucking defibrillator instead of straight adrenaline shots and overdosing

restarting his heart and not being met with a deadite actually scared the hell out of you

he's knocked down for a while but he's able to escape the monde

BRIDGET

you were able to shove ellies medication into her mouth while she was knocked out after the first fight

maybe having her unconsciously od could possibly save her? who knows

you watched a couple movies of this kind of thing working, just having to restart her heart and hope the demon wouldn't be there

although it took a painfully long time, you were able to save her with epipens

a lot of them

from Gabriel's fridge

for a little while she's basically a walking corpse but she's able to survive

KASSIE

holy shit seeing her dead killed you inside

anger and sadness just took over and you manually brought her back to life

lots of cpr and epipens involved

but she ended up living

you gave up after a solid 10 minutes thinking she was dead but she was just knocked out cold by that point

I'd be surprised if her brain wasn't bleeding by then bc wtf

girly pop saved!

bad news about you tho.... /j /j

BETH

she's thrown into a wall, knocking her dead while fighting the abomination monster thing

you're able to kill it before saving Beth

she was on hella drugs already, so epipens and said drugs literally saved her

kassie crying while watching you try to save her aunt

shit she barely even knows you and she's crying into your chest

she takes a while to open her eyes but she's okay

"told you drugs are cool"

you wonder if she planned this out or not cause like??

ELLIE

you single handedly stop the deadite spread

you're op as shit wth

you're able to knock her down, use fondas defibrillator that he just has laying around (????), and revive her

basically restart her heart

she was dead for like 5 minutes solid before Beth calls the police from a landline on the street

"how the hell did you do that????"

"I don't even fucking know"

yall never talk about it again

you and danny hide the book back down under the parking garage and never speak of it again

just one of those family secrets ig

#lowkeyrobin #danny bixler x reader #evil dead rise x reader #bridget bixler x reader #evil dead rise #evil dead rise oneshot #danny bixler #evil dead rise preferences #beth bixler x reader #ellie bixler x reader #evil dead

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missyaess · 1 year

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Until you get to know someone pt- 1.

Katsuki Bakugo x reader

tw: depression,anxiety and stress , maybe a little uncharacteristic for Bakugo? I’m not sure it’s my first fic :p

(Angst,frenemies to lovers)

As everyone gathered around Midoriya’s desk to talk about the exam you all just had,you were at your desk trying not to bawl your eyes out.You had always been a gifted child since elementary school -according to your parents- yet right now you were not living up to your potential -also according to them.-

It seemed like no matter what you did you were never good enough,like you used to be when you got into UA.Ever since the school year started you’d been having trouble sleeping,studying,eating,training and making friends.You didn’t imagine your years at UA would pass like this but here you were,another probably failed exam and no one to talk about your problems.

There were some people who tried to get close to you,like Mina and Uraraka but you never quite felt like you fit in with their groups.You didn’t feel enough and that made you uncomfortable.After a while you assumed they lost interest in you but they would still say good morning every day and talk to you during the day sometimes .You were really grateful for the little amount of human communication you were getting thanks to their kindness.No one was being mean or excluding you,it was just your own doubts and insecurities getting in your way.You knew that,yet it was harder to overcome your demons then simply just acknowledging them.

Yes, no one was bad.Except Katsuki Bakugo.You don’t know why but ever since you met him,he has been nothing but a pain in your ass.You would’ve expected him to pick on someone academically challenging to him,yet your grades were nowhere near his grades.You couldn’t fight back against him for too long either,so you had no idea why but he picked on you more than anyone else.You weren’t sure whether he was you as a friend or opponent or someone he hated.

A loud bang came from the door being pulled too harshly,and you didn’t need to look up to know who just came into the classroom.

He passed midoriya’s desk and stopped right in front of yours,your head buried in your arms as you were holding yourself back.

-So how was the exam for everyone?

You knew he was talking directly to you but ignored it.Everyone else answered him but his gaze was locked on you.After seeing you were ignoring him like you usually did,he kneeled next to your desk so he could see your face.

-Did ya not hear me?

-Now is not A good time, Kacchan.

You said in a mocking tone like you usually did while talking to him,without lifting your head up.

-I told you to stop calling me that!

-And I told you to stop bothering me!

He kicked your desk and you lifted your head at this.

-What the hell is your problem?Can’t you see I’m not willing to entertain you right now?Just give me a break!

He was taken aback by your response,which was unlike your usual snarky comeback.You noticed how everyone was looking at you by now and most of them had their eyes wide open at the scene in front of them.Everyone was used to your usual banter but they never saw you this angry.Just when you thought things couldn’t get worse,Bakugo came in the picture and ruined it further.You couldn’t deal with this right now.You got up and left the classroom as you felt the stare of a certain blonde behind your head.

You went into your dorm room and crashed into your bed.When you thought back to all your classmates witnessing you screaming like a toddler,even tho Bakugo deserved it, was embarrassing to think about.Today couldn’t get any worse.You dozed off into a much needed sleep.

After what felt like 15 minutes of sleep but was actually 2 hours as the clock showed, you heard a knock on your door.Grumpily,you got up and opened it.It was the last person you wanted to see right now.

-You look horrible.

As Bakugo said,you probably did look horrible with a drool on the side of your face and messed up hair.You decided to ignore his comment.

-What are you doing here?

Bakugo huffed and put his hands in his pockets.

-Look we were just talking in the common room with all the other dumbasses and…

As he took more time to gather his words you were becoming more and more impatient.He noticed this and stumbled on his words a little bit.This shocked you.

-L-Look what I’m trying to say is…I didn’t know you were going through a tough time and…I guess I shouldn’t have done that…

You were shocked,was Bakugo Katsuki,THE Bakugo Katsuki trying to apologize to you?You’ve never once seen him apologize, not even to his friends.

-Yeah,you shouldn’t have.

You crossed your arms on your chest.You couldn’t believe what was happening right now.You were going to enjoy every second of his torture.

-Well then maybe you shouldn’t have been such a-!

Bakugo stopped himself abruptly.Classic,you thought.Even as he was trying to apologize he still couldn’t hold his tongue back.

You didn’t feel angry or sad anymore,somehow a simple not-so apology from Bakugo made your day way better.Maybe because you knew how hard this must be for him.Maybe because you’ve never thought he looked cuter than he did right now.

-Thanks for trying to apologize,it means a lot.

You said truthfully and his eyes widened with surprise.You took a step closer to him and smiled.He was blushing,hard.

-Is this really so embarrassing for you?

You asked enjoying this new side of him.He got even redder at this and took a step back.

-Hah,you wish!I’ll see you tomorrow ya extra.

With that he hurried away,turning around to look if you were still looking once he took a couple steps and stuttering to himself when he saw you were.

You suddenly felt uplifted and better.Something felt like it changed today and you couldn’t quite put your finger on it.But you knew you were looking forward to tomorrow.

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caffeinatedmoth · 2 years

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Lobo x Reader

Comfort fic

Tw: swearing, suggestive, sorta toxic ig

A/n: once again am i drunk and crave comfort from big long haired aliens. I’ve been very dissatisfied with the lobo x reader content and lack thereof so here’s my piece.

Summary: somethings bugging you lobo tries to comfort you and he sucks at it but it works out in the end

You can feel him smiling as he kisses sloppily down your neck. You should have given it more thought when you accepted his little booty call but you figured this would have helped lighten your mood. If anything it made it worse as he was quick to disrobe you as soon as he arrived. He was fresh from collecting a bounty as well; you could smell some of the blood still on him.

Your hands decide to move quicker than your head at this point, “Get out.” He lets you push him away before looking at you, shocked.

Lobo furrows his brows, “I just got here-“

With your hand raised, you stop him mid sentence. You’ve been fighting a lot of demons lately and you didn’t want to fight this one. “I’m just not in the mood anymore.”

He only inches closer with that gruff lowered tone of his that he knows you like, “C’mon, babes, let the main man take care of you tonight.” Although his eyes were animated it did nothing to change your mind. You simply point him to the door.

Despite the fact that you both had a wordless agreement to a lack of a relationship, Lobo knew enough to pick up on a few things. You were lacking in energy as well as your room was beginning to look a lot like his. Dirty plates and laundry cluttered the place. He couldn’t not notice it as the room usually smelt pretty nice the last couple of times he came over and you made such a big deal when he took you over to his at one time.

He decides to bite the bullet on this one, “Alright is something the matter?”

“You’re pushing it, Lobo.” You move to pick up your shirt, but he stops you with an irritated response of his own, “And you ain’t? Just tell me what’s wrong! I came all this way anyways.”

“Like you could give a shit! Just get out already I shouldn’t have to tell you twice!” You shout lightly as he was getting on your last nerve.

Regardless of your rage you still flinch when Lobo stood up all too quickly. He gave you a hurt look, not that you would register it as such as he had a better read on you than you did on him.

Now that he thought about it he had plenty of places to go if he wanted to get his dick wet. Although you were pretty good in bed, that wasn’t all that drew him to you. He grew somewhat attached. You both got on like a house fire and something in him stirred at that. He initially stood to leave, but now he was going to get an answer whether either of you liked it or not.

Lobo finds it in himself to level his tone, “I’m not leavin’ until you start talkin’, sweetie bits.” Unfortunately he did have a habit of resorting to intimidation. This did not sit well with you, “If you don’t get on your stupid bike and leave right now this little game of yours will be over.” You retorted.

“You’re bluffin’.”

“Try me.”

There is a bone chilling silence that follows with air so thick you could cut it. It hit you suddenly that this was very odd behavior, even for him. This time you interrogate, “What does it matter to you anyways? I’m sure there’s a strip joint a few blocks from here.” You roll your eyes to mask your anticipation.

Much to your displeasure he dodged the question, “You’re actin’ real funny yourself. Except it ain’t funny at all–you’re just given’ me a headache.”

If looks could kill his insides would have been on the outside. “You’re a piece of work.” You snatch the clothes on your nearby dresser.

“Call me a passion project.” Lobo grins at you with sharp teeth poking at his bottom lip.

You groan loudly out of frustration as you leave the room to your living room after you finished aggressively putting your clothes on. The heavy footsteps behind you tell you that he has begun to follow you like a puppy. “You got a nice place-“

You interrupt him with a vice, “it’d be nicer if you left.”

“I get that a lot.” You turn to see him leaning against your door frame with crossed arms. God, you would be lying if you said that didn’t do it for you.

“Can’t we just pick up where we left off some other day?” You bargained.

“Perhaps. Or you could just tell me what’s your problem.”

“You really wanna know?” He fails to hide his celebratory smile at his success. “You’re my problem.”

His smile fades into an awkward one as you waltz over to your kitchen. Clearly not the answer he was looking for, he refuses to back down, “Go on…” he eggs you on with a chalky tone. In response, you groan, “You’re loud, annoying, and invasive. Now can you please leave or do I have to call that weird blocked number that keeps asking about your whereabouts so they can throw you in space jail?” You’ve managed to start brewing yourself some late night coffee in that breath.

When you turn back to look at him he is no longer at the door frame, instead he is in front of you, his face, unimpressed. Lobo stares at you for a brief moment before sneering, “Frag this.” He steps around you towards your front door.

You couldn’t stop the ache in your heart that suddenly set it. He was actually trying and you were treating him like you were some cornered animal when he was just trying to talk to you the only way he knew. Granted he fucking sucked at it, but you’ve never known Lobo to care about anything quite like this.

“Lobo wait-“

“This is what I get for tryin to do something nice.”

“I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t mean any of that!”

“Pick up when you actually wanna piece.” He grumbles loudly as he approaches his exit. Of course he still cared about sex…

Your hands, once again, move faster than your head as you grab a mug off the shelf and throw it right over his head. The shattering of the mug spikes something in you. Your voice is breaking when you shout next, “If you leave I’ll block your fucking number.”

What follows is a deafening silence that is only broken by the beep of your coffee maker. You hadn’t noticed that you were holding your breath as you let out a shaky sigh.

Unbeknownst to you hearing your voice like that for the first time managed to soften him up enough to toss you a line, “Are you gonna talk?” You hesitate. You weren’t quite ready to tell him what you’ve been going through considering you wouldn’t even know how to properly explain it.

When you don’t answer he turns to you, impatient. However when he sees your face he holds his tongue. You were holding onto yourself, clearly upset. When you find the words he finds himself feeling weak for the first time in a long time, “Can we just… sit down. I’m just not ready for that yet…”

Reluctantly, he accepts this. Lobo walks over to the couch to remove whatever hard piece of clothing he had on. Once he looks back into the kitchen your back is turned. You were looking into the coffee pot, frozen. You really hated being so vulnerable. Both of you had that in common, among other things. He takes a deep breath and puts on a soft look as he makes his way towards you.

You don’t even flinch when he rests a hand on your shoulder. His other hand comes up to your chin to gently turn you to him. It was almost impossible to stop the tears that streamed down your face. The Scourge of the Cosmos was standing before you, his heart laid bare.

The large man pulls you toward him and you follow. He hugs you deeply and for a moment things finally begin to mellow out. That is before he hoists you up and tosses over his shoulder with a hard slap to your ass. You playfully yell his name in false frustration as he cackles, “C’mon, sweetie bits, I’m entitled to some snuggle time!”

“Ugh! At least shower first!” With that you knew you weren’t going to get off that couch for a long time.

#not homestuck #lobo x reader #lobo #lobo dc #dc lobo #lobo dc x reader #ive got so much self loathing in me rn 💅#mothwrites

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bandtrees · 1 year

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had a dream about a new Isaac sidequest mechanic around like, Unlocking a Mega Satan, But Harder route like ig sorta similar to the forgotten unlock mechanic. For starters the requirement seemed to be “playing specifically blue baby and azazel on co-op” so if you don’t have friends or play on steam fuck you.

But I remember it veered between like genuinely horrifying with new enemies the route introduced and just kinda silly or strange

(i specifically remember like, pitch black tendrils/spindly limbs that peeked around corners, and their Bigger Forms which were just these big pitch black creatures that would chase you and spout text on the screen in like weird symbols about how it’s impossible for mere humans to understand their language (but it was still like pretty easy to decipher on sight, i think the implication being that being on this route kinda slowly turns you into one of em, like azazel specifically gets an item near the end of the route that’s just The Tendrils But Friendly, Also You Get Your Own Shadow Demon (that basically controlled like an op abel))

the big stretch of the sidequest takes place in the womb and i specifically remember getting as far as… This sidequest’s way of getting the key pieces, which instead of fighting angels in Angel rooms was by fighting One specific new boss simply called the Beefy Angel and it was just one of the angels but with big cartoon muscles that struck poses and did like impossible touhou-ass attack patterns with fire everywhere and i don’t know where the quest went from there because the beefy angel fight just obliterated the players so hard that I woke up

i think the tone whiplash there of You Become Driven Mad By Eldritch Knowledge On This Forbidden Path And Also Fight A Funny Big Swole Angel is so perfect for this game actually. Hire me killburn

#babbles #let it be known the shadow tendril part 100% came from watching a video on the backrooms yesterday #which adds to this i think #the binding of isaac #tboi #Beefy Angel is the best thing my brain’s ever come up with. i could see it as a mod #like a rare chance to spawn in angel rooms and fighting it just gets you both key pieces with stronger effects #idk

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gorepill · 16 days

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Dave fans just love to go "DAVE IS CANONICALLY GAY DAVEKAT IS (dubiously) CANON SO HE CANT BE BI" and it makes me so insane. Who gives a shit what canon says, anyways? I thought this was supposed to be the "be indulgent and as OOC with your fav medias as you want" website? Is it only okay to disregard canon sexuality if they're straight, or can we accept that *gasp* straight or gay characters could be bi!! Sigh.

I know you don't go here, but Alastor from Hashbin Motel is canonically asexual, and people just love to fight over if this fictional ass character is even okay to ship, DESPITE the creator saying it's fine, DESPITE the fact asexual people can be in partnerships, and, *gasp* have sex. I'm just so sick of fans taking canon to heart so fucking much, that they can't even give enough room for headcanons or AUs to exist. Follow the Media Bible or be smited, I guess?

I'm sure there's TONS of other examples of this type of thing in other fandoms, but it's still so fucking annoying to see.

NAIL ON THE FUCKING HEADDDDDDDDDDD I really just wish ppl would at least tag alt sexuality hcs!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Is what annoys me!!! Cause they've lied to themselves SO much they think the HC is canon!!!!!!!!! AND ALSO DAVEKAT BEING CANON...BREAKING NEWS TO PPL....WOULD NOT MEAN BOTH CHARACTER'S AREN"T BI.... uh oh did we forgor Karkat is also bisexual....... did the fans just forget abt the entire Terezi thing.....probably!!! ALSO LITERALLY!!!!!! It's like. Idk I think that Alastor problem and the Dave problem both stem from "erm if you don't portray them EXACTLY how *I* want this queer label to be portrayed, then ermmmm. You're gross!!!" WHEN NO!!!!!!!! Who give a shit if someone draw's that Radio Demon dick!!!! If it bugs you, ask them to tag and/or just block them and move on!!! I have blocked for ex. so many ppl who call Dave gay cause it's like. U didn't tag ur shit + L + ratio + the OTHER Strider is canonically gay. Im. My brain is shutting off cause I have NOT slept yet but I promise this all sounds more clear and concise in my head lol 🙏 IG the tl;dr is. uh. - ppl should tag their alt sexualit hcs -ppl should also understand that not everyone who ids under a label has the same experience -ppl should ALSO ALSO understand that. and this might sound stupid considering how much I bitch, but being ahypocrite does not make me wrong... who care. It's not changing the source material. Just like. ask to tag, and or block the artists/writers/bloggers who headcanon shit u hate. BUT ALSO *GOD* IT'S ANNOYING. you know???? my views on this clash with themselves but I am right forever /silly AGAINNNNN sorry If i dont make much sense here or misunderstood something. VERY tired. NOT slept yet...

#anon #NOT A SHIP BASHING POST but i will tag it just in case.....#dk bashing

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I'm here to toss my hat into the "I can't believe you made me ship this and cry over it" ring, it was emotionally devastating. The comic got me curious and then when I saw the word count of your series I thought to myself "there's no way there's that much to be said on Finn kissing himself" but boy was I proven INCORRECT. I really appreciate how you took Fern and fleshed him out into such a developed, deeply dimensional character, how you handled him being a demon, how you turned the grass demon into a real character of its own and how you explained its motivations and the effect that had on Fern/why they snapped. The 0 to 60 fight or flight response that gave me a pit in my stomach at parts was so potent. Oh, and the nasty crying!? My sleeve was actually soaked because I didn't want to stop reading to get tissues. I had to put my phone down and walk circles in my living room after reading the older Finn/HW scene. It saddens me that you've crafted this novel length fanfic with such care for a selfcest ship because it deserves so much more attention than it'll get, and I'd love to recommend it to people but they'd look at me like I've grown a second head while I insist "it's not what you think, I swear!" Okay, I'm gonna stop writing now, sorry lol.

well this isn't intimidating!!!

I'm here to make people cry ig, older pre-wish Finn def needs a hug, your walking in circles is v valid.

ahhhhh fuck what do I say first-- Keep Yourself was fueled by my righteous, fiery anger over the shit deal the show gave Fern, so ty for appreciating what I did to him and all the junk I stacked on his shoulders. I also want to thank you for liking my grass demon! It did way too much unprompted good for me to accept that it was purposefully malicious, so that was something I felt was p necessary. And dw about the "not getting attention" thing, it's a sweet sentiment but whether ten or ten thousand people read my fic I'm stoked :)) attention is nice and I love the comments people leave me but that's all just extra cherries on the sundae that is getting it out of my brain and onto a screen lol. I had a lot of fun writing it so if people like reading it then that's more than I could ever ask for!!!!

#asks #keep yourself au #i was gonna include a sketch of myself face down on the floor crying but my eyes arent working so just imagine it instead pls

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heavenssexiestangel · 11 months

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ARTHURSKNIGHT’S READING REC LIST PART 2

Oka, so... I've been meaning to write a Part 2 with other fics I like, so here we go!

Just as Part 1, it will be divided into ships. SFW and NSFW are again together - and again, I call upon reader's description. I ain't your Dad, curate your own experience.

We'll see what gets in here this time 'round.

Also, I should really learn to like. Bookmark my fave stuff because I have to search them all in the damn main Ship tags. This is Hell and I brought it upon myself.

Alastair/Dean Winchester

(sidenote: I realized that, despite me loving the fics I listed here for this ship, I somehow never left kudos. I corrected that immediately)

Everything Good Eventually Hurts by ADeedWithoutaName

Rating: E

Summary:

Dean enjoys his first night out in a long time.

Comment: This is very psychological and it was an interesting read.

Accentuating. by amorremanet

Rating: E

Summary:

Dean and Alastair shop for curtains. In Hell.

Comment: Nice little fic about Dean's time with Alastair. Kinda... domestic if you let me use that term.

Images of Broken Light by amaresu

Rating: M

Summary:

Dean may have been brought back from Hell, but Hell followed after him. Faced with losing Sam to Ruby and surrounded by lies, Dean finds the only one telling him the truth is the demon that destroyed him. Slowly Dean finds himself being sucked back into Alistair's embrace.

Comment: God I love this story. It's soooo uugh like literally Alastair never lied to Dean he was the only one who never lied and was true to himself and Dean and like. I know many people don't like him but he was the Best DemonTM IMHO and this fic captures him so well

Midnight Meetings by amaresu

Rating: M

Summary:

Dean starts to disappear at night and Sam follows

Comment: This is supposed to be read as dub-con, but it reads really well as completely consensual and it leaves room for thought. Also it's generally really nice lol

Arthur Ketch/Mick Davies/Dean Winchester

Between the Three by @lucibae-is-dancing-in-hell (is this rec list gonna be a series of her fics again? we'll see)

Rating: E

Summary:

From their first time to birth.

Comment: This was literally written for me, with me in mind and with me giving input. Omega Dean, Pregnant Dean, Arthur and Mick being... well. Arthur and Mick. Please give this some love. These three deserve it.

Catch on Three by @lucibae-is-dancing-in-hell (told ya...)

Rating: E (Underage!)

Summary:

Dean and Mick are moving along in their relationship, and enjoying their sex life. And one Arthur Ketch keeps walking in on them. It's not entirely an accident, they found out. Sequel to "I Like Leather Jackets and Supply Closets"

Comment: This is part of ah... uh... series IG. The previous story has Mick/Dean only. It's really good <3 I honestly would love to see them when they're older :)

Mick Davies/Dean Winchester

I Like Leather Jackets and Supply Closets by @lucibae-is-dancing-in-hell (okay there listen. not my fault A. is such a good writer that writes stuff that caters to me okay?)

Rating: E (Underage)

Summary:

The Ketches are the bane of Dean's existence. Except that they're hot. Especially Mick Davies. So Dean decided to take action.

Comment: This is the prequel to that one Arthur/Mick/Dean fic. Enough said.

Michael/Adam Milligan/Dean Winchester

In Times Of War by @nicolabarth

Rating: M

Summary:

When Dean’s village gets caught in the middle of a war, he travels to the temple of war god Michael to get divine help in fighting to protect what’s his. He doesn’t expect to catch the god’s eye in more than one way. And he also doesn’t expect to start liking Michael’s sassy young priest Adam, who seems a bit jealous of the attention Dean gets from Michael but also kind of fascinated by Dean himself.

Comment: We going big with the rareship LMAO. I love this fic so much :) I plan to write for this trio and I think I stumbled upon this ages ago because I was curious if there was like, actually anything. And surprise. Go give it a read will ya

#fanfic rec list #rec list #reading rec list #alastair/dean winchester #spn fanfic #supernatural fanfiction #arthur ketch/mick davies/dean winchester #mick davies/dean winchester #michael/adam milligan/dean winchester #alastair supernatural #arthur ketch #mick davies #dean winchester #adam milligan #michael supernatural

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amor-immortalem · 2 years

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Is This the End?

Word count: 5500+

A/N: this has been sitting in my wip for months!!! It feels good to finally finish this.

Content Tags: named afab! MC, smut (but there’s a fuck ton of plot that comes before it, I’m so sorry), make-up sex(ig?) personal headcanons used, angst, it gets a little fluffy at the end, asmo plays relationship therapist (kind of), degradation (light), dirty talking, fingering

Minors do not interact

“I’m so tired of this, Mammon!”

“I didn’t even do anything this time! What are you on my case for now?!?”

For the past two weeks, Aurelius has had to listen to his parents fight and bicker like they were two children. The reason was never the same but it was never about what a couple might usually fight about either. Maybe this was a long time coming- his parents never really fought much now that he thinks about it even after almost 16 years of marriage so it could just be that the little things have built up to a boil.

Okay, maybe it was wrong to say they never fought- they’d had small spats in the past, but they never happened to have a real fight in front of him and his brothers and sister. But why now? What happened to them to lead them up to this point where the demon and human are consistently picking at the small mundane things and getting into verbal shouting matches over it? Could it have been those pictures that cane out a couple weeks back? The ones that show his father in a very… unsavory position. It almost looked like… no he wouldn’t, would he?

The half-demon’s phone lights up with a message from his sister- had it not been sitting face up in his lap, he’d have missed the message until the shouting had died down. Unlocking his phone, Aurelius gives a quick glance to the text before replying.

Azaela:

Are they still at it?

Aurelius:

Yep. Haven’t stopped since you ‘n Mahlon left to visit Cyrus at work this morning. Don’t bring Mahlon home from the dorm.

I’m deadass about to pack him a duffle and he can stay with us at the HoL until they get their shit together and stop screaming at each other.

Azalea:

Aight

Wonder what’s goin’ on. Mum and Dad /never/ fight like this. You don’t think…

Before the green-eyed teen can respond, he feels the room’s temperature rise drastically and the air crackle with static before…

BAM

The sound of a door slamming, startles the half-demon as he waits for the sound of any more fighting to start up. When he doesn’t hear anything, the eighteen year old makes his way downstairs. He sees his father sat on the couch as he holds his head in his hands but his mother is no where to be found.

“Dad?” The sound of his voice causes Mammon to jump.

“Aurelius? I thought you’d left with your brother and sister earlier…”

“N-No, I had make-up work to do from school since I missed all those classes a couple weeks back when I was out sick…” he lies, “I’ve been up in my room the whole time. Is everything alright with you and Mum?”

At that the white-haired demon lets out a sigh.

“I don’t know. She’s really pissed about those pictures that were taken of me when I was at The Fall with Uncle Asmo a couple weeks back- the ones that got leaked online that make it look like I’m having an affair behind your Mother’s back.”

“Oh yeah… I can kinda see why…” Aurelius shifts uncomfortably from foot to foot. “Were you?”

“No, I may be an idiot but I’m not stupid. If your Mother ever caught me cheating on her, not even Lord Diavolo would be able to save me from her wrath. What those pictures don’t show is that I was so fucking trashed that I didn’t know who I was making out with until your Uncle intervened- even then I wasn’t really paying attention. We left right after that but neither of us thought there had been any pictures taken.”

“So why didn’t you or Uncle Asmo just tell her what had happened yourselves? Some random demon at the club taking advantage of your drunkenness seems like it would be something pretty hard to forget…”

“If I actually remembered anything that had happened the next morning, I absolutely would have.”

“Aren’t you too old to be blackout drinking?”

“Not when I have your older siblings as children…” Mammon sighs as he stands. “Anyway, at this point, your Ma is so mad at me that I don’t think she’s gonna be comin’ home any time soon- wouldn’t be surprised if she took Mahlon and ran away to the human would for a bit too.”

“And you’re just okay with that?”

“Not really but my chances of tryin’ to reason with your mother right now are… well let’s just say I’d have better luck winnin’ the jackpot at the casino... I’ll give ‘er a few days to cool down before I try again.”

“And what if a few days is too late?” The teen asks, “What if she wants a divorce because of all this?”

“Divorce isn’t a thing down here. But if she wanted to separate… well, maybe that’s what’s best then…” Mammon can only shrug, “Hate to say it but ever since we had Mahlon, our relationship has been goin’ downhill. We just never let y’all see it before now.”

“So you’d just rather give up then work through what ever the issue is? You’d rather tear all our lives apart than find a way to make this better?” Now Aurelius is angry with his father too.

“We’ve tried to fix the issue.” The demon explains, “We’ve been in and out of couple’s therapy for the past four years and every time things look like they’re getting better, they fall apart even more after a few months. The point is that I’m tired of trying to put a band-aid on our problems and maybe separating for a bit or even altogether will fix it.”

“How would any of that fix this? If you separate that means you don’t love each other any more and that’ll lead to-”

“Hold up, I never once said we didn’t love each other- you could love someone with every fiber of your being and still not be able to live with them long-term. Sometimes that’s just the way that it is.”

The teen bites the inside of his cheek. He doesn’t know what to say any more. He wonders what he can do to keep his parents under the same roof- wonders if maybe he hadn’t chased after his dreams of being a model and stayed home more often to look after his younger brother that they wouldn’t be facing this problem right now.

“I’m going to go back to the dorm now…” his voice soft but it’s a lie. What he’s really planning to do is track down his mother and see what he can do to ensure she doesn’t leave.

Once the boy is gone, Mammon runs a hand through his fluffy hair. He’s really messed this up now. He wonders what he can do to repair the relationship he has with his wife.

・・・〆・・・

“Now, Arella, do you really think my brother would cheat on you?” Asmo asks as they sip on a glass of wine while they listen to the human’s woes.

“Asmo, I don’t know what to think.” Arella frowns as she paces back and forth. Now that she’s out of the house and away from Mammon, she’s a little calmer. “I’d give anything to think I was just being crazy, and paranoid, and jumping to conclusions that aren’t there but those pictures…”

“Pictures? What pictures?” It has the Avatar of Lust’s interest piqued.

“These- back from that night you two went out to The Fall.” She pulls out her D.D.D. and shows them to Asmo.

“Oh… I see how you would get that impression that my brother was having an affair. It certainly looks that way to outside eyes.

“So I’m not jumping to conclusions?” That’s the one thing she doesn’t want to hear.

“No, you are.” They hand the phone back to her. “We got wasted that night- I’m talking blackout drunk which was a stupid idea. Even I almost went home with some random stranger for a one night stand. And as high status as we are, any demon would jump at the chance to bed us. You get what I’m implying, right?”

“I do,” her eyes are downcast to the floor, “you’re saying my husband was taken advantage of?”

“Just that little bit… but yes. You see demons are either super exclusive or super open when it comes to relationship structure depending on the court they fall into. Relationships like the one you have with Thirteen and my brother are almost nonexistent-especially among greed demons who are highly possessive of their mates- so if you get the right set of circumstances together, you end up with something along the lines of this picture- an outside demon that doesn’t quite understand that you, Thirteen, and Mammon are open with each other but closed off to any extra partners. Plus… she kind of looks like you from behind- I don know if that was by choice or chance though…”

At that, Arella lets out a relieved sigh. While she would rather it not happen at all, Mammon getting taken advantage of is something she can deal with as it comes.

“Thank you for helping me see how stupid I was being, Asmo.”

“I wouldn’t say you were being stupid- like I said before, to outside eyes, it really did look like he was having a little extramarital tryst but since we’re on the topic, why are you so worried about Mammon cheating on you?”

“I guess… I don’t know- it’s dumb to say this but our relationship has been… rocky for these last few years. It almost feels like he’s not interested in me anymore. We don’t have sex anymore- he just doesn’t seem to want it and that led me to think maybe he’s getting it elsewhere…”

“Could it be that maybe you getting pregnant with Mahlon had something to do with it?”

“I’m sure it did… not that I blame him for this rough patch Mammon and I are going through but after he was born, you know I had a complete hysterectomy since having my tubes tied the first time didn’t work like it was supposed to. Everything was taken out because we were done having children together and three was enough considering what would happen if I ever did find myself pregnant again… and that’s when I noticed he seemed to lose interest in me.”

Asmo only hums in acknowledgment, waiting for her to continue.

“Part of me wonders if that was a mistake though- getting the hysterectomy. Sex was always such a big part of our relationship that it feels like I’m unattractive to him without it and its not for lack of trying on my end either. I’ve tried multiple times over the past four- almost five- years to initiate thinking maybe he’d appreciate it if I showed interest first but he shuts me down every time with something along the lines of ‘Sorry, not right now,’ or ‘I’m too tired for that right now. Maybe in the morning,’ and it hurts but I get it.”

The human pushes some hair behind her ear.

“He’s stuck at home most of the day with a four-year-old while I work- who wouldn’t be tired? I remember what it was like when the twins and Zulima were infants and we were recovering from their births but your brothers had all gone back to school. I was tired all the time then too even with you helping me so we could sleep in shifts… but even then mine and Mammon’s relationship still felt loving.”

“But now it doesn’t?”

“I don’t know what it feels like now…” she takes a seat on the couch beside her. “Maybe lonely is a good way to phrase it…”

“I think you two need to have a serious talk then.” Asmo hums, “You don’t know if there’s a specific reason as to why you two stopped having sex outside of him just being tired or uninterested- it could be deeper than that. Like, if I had to take a guess, then it could just be a natural thing that you might have to wait out.”

Arella shoots the fifth-born a curious look.

“I suppose as a human you wouldn’t exactly know but I’m sure you have the same instinct just on a smaller scale so I’ll explain and maybe you’ll get it.You know demons take an incredibly long time to gestate- that’s something we went over in health class back when we were all students. Well anyway, because we typically have such a long gestational period, when our young finally do arrive both Mom and Dad are only interested in raising their little one until they can fully fend for themselves at around age 1300-1400. Until that time, a demon’s sex drive goes down almost completely to zero. It only returns when the mother’s pheromone levels start to come back up. But with you- your menstrual cycle came back six months after the twins were born so you kind of snapped my brother out of the whole ‘no sex until my young can fend for themselves’ thing because your body was basically ready to conceive again.”

“And now that I don’t have a cycle and I’m not producing those pheromones anymore, Mammon’s not interested.” Her eyes widened as she connected the dots. “And this naturally doesn’t wear off for 13-1400 years?”

“Give or take a century or two, yes.” They nod, “That’s why I said you two should have a serious talk over this. If the lack of a sex life is what’s bothering you, then you should bring it to his attention. You know Mammon’s not the brightest bulb in the pack- it may not have even crossed his mind since its just instinct for us demons to be so focused on making sure our offspring thrive.”

“Ah the joys of interspecies relationships…” Arella lets out a sigh, “I’ll get going now. Thank you for your help, Asmo.”

“No worries. You know my door’s always open. Have a safe walk back home.”

・・・〆・・・

Aurelius doesn’t know where to even begin looking for his mother. He thought maybe she might be at one of his Uncles’ houses but when he text around to see if any of them had seen or heard from her, most of them had replied that they hadn’t with Asmo having informed him that she had just left their house. And that left the cambion back at square one. He lets out a sigh as his phone rings in his pocket.

“Hello?” He’s quick to answer it.

“Aurelius? What’s wrong?” Arella responds, “Your Uncles have all been texting me that you’re looking for me. Did something happen?”

“N-no,” the teen chews on the inside of his cheek, a nervous tic he knows he needs to quit. “I…I know you and Dad had a pretty vicious fight earlier and I just wanted to make sure you’re okay…”

“I’m fine, actually, I was just on my way home now to apologize to your father. I kind of blew the situation out of proportion by jumping to conclusions that weren’t there.”

“You mean you’re not going to leave?” His voice is a little too hopeful- a little too relieved.

“No, I’m not… Sweetheart, I know what it must look like to see your father and I bicker and fight when we’ve tried to keep that away from you and your siblings for as long as we have but I promise you whatever you think is going to happen won’t. The last thing either of us wants is a separation.”

“Is there anything I can do to help out more? Anything I can try and get Azalea to do to help out more?”

“No, Aurelius, you, your sister, and Cyrus all help out more than enough. You all babysit when asked and you all help out around the house when your father and I need you all to as well and that’s enough. Plus you three have your own lives to live.”

“But I know Mahlon tends to get in between you and Dad most of the time- what about you guys? Don’t you deserve to have some alone time?”

“I wouldn’t say he ‘gets in the way.’” Her voice is soft as she thinks of a better way to phrase it, “It’s more like… he gets jealous. I don’t know if you remember, but you and your sister were the same way at his age. One of you had to be between us at all times.”

“Yeah but I don’t ever remember either of us ever kicking or hitting or shoving Dad until he moved away from you. Mahlon’s too possessive over you and that has to be putting some type of strain on your guys’ marriage right?”

“A little bit,” Arella finally admits both to herself and her son with a sigh.

“So what can the three of us do to help?”

“I don’t know right now… when I think of something, I’ll let you know. Also tell your sister to let me know when she plans on bringing Mahlon home. I know she took him out so he wouldn’t see too much of the fighting…”

“We were planning on having him stay with us at the House actually… Cyrus was going to stay the night too.” The half-demon admits. “You guys should have the night to yourselves.”

“Thank you…” she smiles warmly even though she knows her son can’t see it. “I’m almost home now so I’ll talk to you later, okay?”

“Okay,” is all Aurelius can respond with. “Love you, Mum.”

“I love you too, Sweetheart. Take care.”

When it was finally over she hung up, placing the phone in her pocket as she stared down the front door.

Why does she suddenly feels so nervous? It wasn’t like this was the first fight she’s ever had with Mammon- probably wouldn’t be the last either- but something was gnawing at the back of her mind.

“This is stupid,” the human grumbles to herself, “this is my house too. I can come and go as I please in any manor.”

With a huff, Arella pushes the front door open as she steps inside. She goes to call her husband’s name but pauses when she hears that he’s already having a conversation with another party on the phone.

“Yeah, I get that, Thirteen. I miss it too and logically I know she can’t ever get pregnant again but she wasn’t supposed to be able to have Mahlon either and look where we are now…. No, I’m not blaming him! I just…”

As the ever quiet eavesdropper she is, Arella just watches from the door way into the living room as the Avatar of Greed paces a hole in their floor. He hasn’t noticed her yet.

“Fine!” He throws his arms up, “There’s a part of me deep down that’s scared that she could have another baby and it’ll kill her! Is that what you wanted to hear…? That I won’t have sex with my wife cuz I’m afraid that I’ll get her knocked up again?”

The human’s green eyes widen at his statement. That’s what this whole problem was about and to hear it wasn’t based on that instinct Asmo had explained to her earlier made Arella hopeful that the two of them could finally work this out and get back to the way things used to be.

She takes a step forward and prepares to make her presence known to the demon but she stops thinking it may not be the best idea to sneak up on her husband considering the fight they’d had only a couple hours ago. She tries to think quickly about a way of announcing herself without spooking the demon but she comes up with nothing so she just bites the bullet, so to speak, and calls out to him.

The sound of her voice makes him jump slightly as he turns to her.

“I’mma let ya go, Thirteen… Arella’s back.” He hangs up almost immediately, something he’s sure he won’t hear the end of from the reaper at a later date, to give his wife his full attention. “H-how long were you standin’ there?”

“Long enough,” the human shrugs as she takes a seat on the sofa, patting the spot next to her, indicating she wanted Mammon to take a seat next to her.

When he does she immediately leans against him, resting her head against his shoulder. When she feels the beating of his heart coming from the choker around her neck, she smiles to herself, amused that even after almost 16 years of marriage she can still fluster one of the Devildom’s most elite demons with just a simple action. It’s quiet between them for a few moments before Arella clears her throat.

“I’m sorry… for earlier… I saw those pictures and jumped to the only conclusion I didn’t want to hear…” her voice is soft, almost a little too quiet but in the deafening silence that’s come over the pair, it’s more than loud enough.

“You should be sorry,” the demon mumbles as he drapes his arm over her shoulder, “I don’t get why you think I’d be stupid enough to cheat on you… it’s like ya don’t trust me or somethin’…”

“I think it’s less about trusting you and more about the fear that one day, I’m going to wake up and suddenly I won’t be enough for you anymore among other things.”

“Such as…?” He’s waiting for her to elaborate on that last part.

“Well… it feels like you’ve lost interest in me ever since I had Mahlon. It feels like there’s no intimacy between us anymore…”

“Yeah, that’s kinda difficult to achieve when I can’t even get near you without the youngest gettin’ all upset and pushin’ his way between us.” He’s pouting now. “And then by time the li’l snot goes to bed I’m either in Hell judging souls so I don’t have so much to do when I go down there on the weekends with Cyrus or I’m off at Majolish shooting for a modeling gig and by time I get home you’re already in bed… it feels like there’s just no time for us anymore.”

“You know you don’t have to keep modeling if it’s too much, right?” She peers up at him, “We’d have time then…”

“I like having the extra grimm plus modeling is really the only time I get to spend with Aurelius one on one where I don’t have to go out of my way to make it happen like I have to do with Azalea.”

Arella doesn’t say anything to that as she lets out a quiet sigh.

“But… I’ve been thinkin’, if we don’t have time for us in our normal schedules… why don’t we make time? Go on a trip, just the two of us. Our anniversary’s comin’ up- we never have a chance to really do anything for it. It’ll be like a second honeymoon.”

That catches the human’s attention. A trip alone. Just them. No little one to get between them.

“How long would we go for? I don’t think being away for too long would do us any favors once we get back.”

“Just the weekend, we’d leave Friday night and come back some time on Monday. That’s at least two whole days that I have you to myself.”

She bites her lip- the offer’s tempting and the timing is perfect. With a slow nod of her head, she agrees to it.

“Anywhere specific you want to go?” Mammon asks and the human shakes her head.

“Anywhere is fine. Surprise me.” She curls further into his side. “You know, the twins are going to keep Mahlon for the night… we have the house to ourselves…”

“O-oh… really?” He shifts as she crawls into his lap. The mood between them has suddenly shifted.

“Yeah. It’s just us so…”

“So what?” The demon’s eyes dart down to her lips before meeting her gaze once again. He wants to kiss her so bad- well there’s more he’d actually like to do to her but he still has that irrational fear radiating in the back of his mind.

“You’re really going to make me say it?” She frowns, “Never mind then.”

The human bites the inside of her cheek. She knows she shouldn’t feel hurt- that he has his reasons for not wanting sex anymore- but she can’t help it. She’s trying not to let it show. The last thing she wants is to make him feel guilty or anything of that nature.

“I… Babe…” he’s trying to choose his words as they’ve never come easily to him when it involves his human, the last thing Mammon wants right now is to land himself in another fight. “You don’t understand! It’s not-”

“No, I do. I heard you on the phone earlier.” She smiled sympathetically, “That’s why I’m not pushing the issue. I know that even though you know there absolutely no chance we could ever have any more children it’s still something you worry about, right?”

“Yeah… I just… I want you. Y’er my wife and with how busy things are right now, I should be jumpin’ at any opportunity for sex but whenever we have any time alone and we’re in the mood, I start overthinking things and it kills it for me.”

Arella just listens to Mammon vent his frustrations out. She wishes there was something she could do for him but the only thing that crosses her mind is using the pact and that is something she’d never do for worry of drawing out a trauma response.

“Argh, this sucks…” he growls as he leans his head against hers. “Isn’t there something you can do that’ll force me to keep going?”

“You’re suggesting I give you an order?”

“Just for that first time… I feel like if you use the pact and we fuck and nothin’ bad happens then I won’t be so damn worried about it anymore.”

“I can’t fault you for that logic…” Arella hums, “but it worries me- using the pact. I don’t want to elicit a trauma response out of you.”

“I’m consenting to this though,” the white-haired demon says as he buries his face in the crook of her neck, “I want you to do this for me- that’s the difference… Please.”

And how, when he asked so nicely, can she not oblige him especially when what she’s been craving for the past four plus years is only one command away.

“Mammon, I order you to fuck me and not to stop for anything.”

She can hear him start laughing at the way she phrased the command and a furious blush rises to her cheeks.

“Why’re you laughing? You’re the one who told me to give you an order!”

“You couldn’t have phrased it differently? It sounds like a line from a cheesy porno!”

“I couldn’t think of any other way that wouldn’t sound worse, okay? I’m not the best at giving these types of commands.” Arella lightly swats the demon on the arm. “Now, are we doing this or not?”

“Oh, we’re doin’ this.” He smirks as he pushes the human onto her back, caging her between the couch and his body as he dips his head down to claim her lips in a rough kiss.

Soon it’s not enough for the greedy demon as the urge to hear her moan his name is starting to eat at him. He breaks away from the kiss, trailing a path down the side of her neck with open mouth kisses and bites until he reaches the junction of her neck and shoulder. He places a firm bite there, just enough to break the skin and leave a mark that wouldn’t fade away any time soon.

The soft whimper from the pain drives him crazy as he laps and sucks on the would to soothe it while his hand makes its way into the shorts she’d been wearing. He teases her clit with his fingertips through the fabric of her underwear, smiling to himself as she rolls her hips forward seeking more friction as her hands fist and unfist in his t-shirt. She’s whining, thoroughly done with the light touches and teasing.

Slipping her panties to the side, the Avatar of Greed slips one finger in to test the waters, her fluids coating the digit almost immediately.

“You’re already this wet? You’re really askin’ for it. I’ve barely even touched you.”

“It’s been over four years since you’ve shown me any type of attention like this. What did you expect?” She lets out a noise somewhere between a huff and a moan as Mammon slides two more fingers in, not wasting a moment more on stretching his human out as fast as possible.

“Slut… betcha can’t wait to have this cock splittin’ ya open.” The way her wall start to flutter around his fingers as they curl into her g-spot earns another smirk. “You gonna cum already? Gonna cream on my fingers alone? Go on. Do it.”

She bites her lip and a muffled squeal erupts from her as she hits her climax dead on. Her hips grind and rock against the demon’s hand as he works her through her orgasm only stopping once he removes his fingers and licks them clean. The human is left, shaking, panting as she tries to gather her bearing. Her eyes trained on her husband’s mouth as he removes his fingers tugging and her shorts and underwear was he sits back up and fumbles with his belt. Both her shorts and his pants are dropped to the side of the couch.

She’s not paying them any mind as Mammon’s large hands slide up her thighs as he places her legs on his shoulders.

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted to this?” His voice resembles that of a husky groan as he presses into her slowly. “Fuck, it feels so good… Doesn’t hurt, does it?”

The human only shakes her head as she cradles his face in her hands and brings him down for a slow kiss, fingers carding through his fluffy white hair as he begins to rock his hips slowly. Her soft moan breaks them apart and his lips find purchase on her neck once more, leaving new love bites to accompany the ones he’d left earlier. She clenches around him when he starts to speed up, still sensitive from her earlier release as tears start to well on her lash line and her gummy walls only try to suck the demon in deeper as he gives a particularly rough thrust.

“M-Mammon,” she wants to warn him of what’s coming but she feels so good- he feels so good- that she can’t get the words out in time as her back is arching off the cushions, toes curling as another orgasm grips the human.

And Mammon lets out a growl from deep in his chest as he fucks her through it, his thumb rubbing tight circles around her swollen clit. “Did I say you could cum?” His voice is stern but lacks any kind of real bite to it.

“N-no. I- I’m sorry!” She sobs from the beginnings of overstimulation, “Please- I- it’s too much! I can’t take-”

“You can take it, Baby. I know ya can. I’m almost there. Just a little longer.” With his free hand, Mammon wipes the tears from her face, the squelching sound of their mixing fluids only serves to spur him on and he pounds into her roughly. “You’re doing so good- look so beautiful under me.”

She lets out a whimper as her walls flutter and pulse around his cock. The feeling of it twitching against every sensitive spot in her cunt and the rough, wet slapping of skin on skin enough to send her over the edge, squirting and making a complete mess out of both of them.

Mammon shivers as he dips his head down, burying his face in her neck. His hips stutter as he cums and he’s grasping for his human’s hand, intertwining their fingers as he groans. It’s quiet between them for the most part, the only sound they can hear is their panting and the beating of each others hearts.

“Fuck…” Arella’s the first to break the silence with an exhale. “That was…”

“That was amazing,” he smiles as he nuzzles into her neck. He lets her legs down cron their place on his shoulders. “I love you. Love you so much.”

“I love you too,” she smiles softly as her legs move to wrap around his hips to keep him in place. “We’re going to need to wash the covers for the couch cushions when we decide to get up…”

“Yeah… when we get up but I ain’t done with you yet. I’m not satisfied yet.”

Arella shivers at the look in his eyes.

“Glad we’re on the same page then.”

・・・〆・・・

End

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It’s such a long walk when you got somewhere to be; I just thought maybe you were gonna walk with me

a/n: yah, @inb4belphienaps is an enabler. i’ve been threatening to send them all to therapy and here’s the start of that ig

summary: MC decides all of the student council is going to therapy and hell hath no fury like a prepared human. They’ve got highlighters and they’re not afraid to use them.

pairing: could be lucifer/reader, but i’m leaving it gen for now.

warnings: none; small text only for description; gn!reader; possible spoilers since author can’t remember when shit happened in canon; not proofread/betaread; author is a psychology grad student which is its own warning.

current rating: t; may change once later chapters come up, especially with belphegor.

wc: ~1.6k for this chapter. others should be longer i hope

title taken from “therapy” by dresage & g smith

Diavolo clears his throat, shuffling a few documents in front of him idly. “If there are no other concerns, we can—“

“Actually, I have something I wanted to suggest?” You raise your hand from the far end of the conference table.

Nine pairs of eyes lock in on you, a few surprised you would interrupt Diavolo in a formal meeting. You square your shoulders and focus on the prince.

“Please, go ahead,” he says with a gentle wave of his hand.

“Satan reported that the school extracurriculars are in the black this semester given the successful fundraising fair held after midterms.” You pause to look at the demon in question, who nods. “I know that extra funding is earmarked for gym upgrades, but is that a necessity?”

Beel sets aside his fifth granola bar and hums. “We did some upgrades last year and nothing is really out of date. I was thinking of replacing the flooring in the wrestling team’s practice room, but that’s just because of a few small tears.”

“Ooh, whatcha plannin’, human?” asks a grinning Mammon.

“Nothing you’ll find fun,” you say before he can get ahead of himself.

Diavolo leans forward, intrigued at the turn the conversation’s taking. “What did you have in mind?”

You brace yourself. It’ll be a hard sell, even for the most level-headed of the demons. Though you’ve practiced your speech, it’s far more daunting than you expected.

“Given the recent upheavals, stressful situations, and past traumatic experiences that the student council has dealt with, it would be prudent for the funding to instead be used for outside resources to be brought in to ensure no lasting damage has occurred.”

You manage not to stutter nor mumble. While the nine of them stare at you with mostly blank faces, you’re just happy your words came out coherent. Lucifer is the first to recover.

“This is why you were so dedicated to coming to the meeting today,” he says rather than asks. It had been a bit of a fight to get him to let you tag along for a “boring budgeting meeting”.

“Therapy,” clarifies Satan. “You want the entire student council to attend therapy with the extra money.”

“Oh fuck n—“

Asmo reaches over to smack Mammon on the head. “No cursing in meetings, idiot.”

A hint of a smile touches Barbatos’ lips as he watches the realization settle over the others. Even Diavolo makes a face of distaste at the idea. You keep your eyes on the butler, well aware of who really holds the reins around here. When the rest of the table descends into small arguments, he winks one vivid green eye at you.

“Gentlemen,” you start calmly. No one pays you any mind. Levi looks close to tears as Asmo and Mammon bicker on either side of him. “Hey! Don’t make me use the pacts!”

Silence prevails. Lucifer and Satan pull back from each other with red-tinged faces. Even Belphie is wide awake and sulking from his place next to an uncharacteristically somber Beel. Diavolo flushes when you train the same glare on him you usually save for the brothers.

“If we could get back to the matter at hand,” suggests Barbatos.

“MC, I don’t think you realize just how delicate a situation like that would be,” says Lucifer.

Diavolo nods. “Many of the things you’re alluding to would be considered state secrets at best. Finding qualified counselors who could pass the clearance checks required would be incredibly difficult.”

This one you prepared for. You owe Solomon a favor now, but he promised it wouldn’t be anything too weird. You stand and rummage through your bag, tossing a heavy tome onto the table, followed by a thick manila folder. Even Hell has proper office stationary, apparently.

“Good thing I took the preemptive measure of finding such therapists, as well as the vows one could take to ensure secrecy,” you chirp. “Who knew demonic medical texts could be so interesting?”

You flick the book open to a section titled “Patient-Clinician Confidentiality Vows” and slide it down the table to Diavolo. Next, you pull out your carefully crafted list of demonic counselors and send it to Barbatos. Finally, a schedule for individual and group meetings—color-coded and triple-checked against classes and extracurriculars—is passed down to Lucifer.

“You’ve broken the group meetings down strangely,” he says after a moment.

“Not at all,” you counter. “I’ve identified the most stressed relationships within the group and planned accordingly. The actual therapists might make changes; this is just a hypothetical mock up.”

Belphie glances at you from under his bangs. “When did you get time to do all of this?”

“Some of us don’t sleep 20 hours a day.”

The youngest demon scowls at you, but there’s no heat in it. He presumably hasn’t seen that you’ve listed your relationship with him as one needing extra attention. That’ll be a fun conversation.

“It seems like you’ve thought of everything,” says Diavolo cautiously. He trades reading material with a stunned Lucifer. “But why have you included Barbatos and myself?”

You try not to fidget as the bomb drops that you’ve basically said the two most powerful demons in hell need therapy. “Both of you are involved in the recent…situations,” you hedge.

“That’s not everything, though.” Barbatos raises a brow at you in a challenge. Come on, say it outright, it seems to convey.

You inhale sharply. To hell with diplomacy. “Fine. Diavolo has been sheltered and isolated his entire life from what I understand. You have been in a constant state of servitude for millennia. The very idea of you taking a single day off nearly sent you both into hysterics. Nevermind the co-dependent flavor of that, but neither of you seems able to exist outside of your roles.”

“MC,” barks Lucifer in reproach. You ignore him in favor of staring down Diavolo.

“I have had lunch with you nearly every day for almost a year and you still were shocked when I referred to you as a friend two weeks ago,” you continue. “And Barbatos, I came over last month to hang out—not follow you around doing chores I know you could have delegated.”

Exactly how many humans could get away with mouthing off at the Duke of Hell and the future Demon King? One, apparently, since neither appears pissed off.

“MC, that’s enough,” snaps Lucifer.

You fix your eyes on him. “Don’t get me started on you too.”

It’s no secret you’re softer on the eldest brother than you are on the rest of them. Your relationship took some time to reach this point of mutual respect, but Satan and Belphie kicked you out of the Anti-Lucifer League a while ago. It was very dramatic; they even confiscated your personalized member pin.

Your pact mark with Satan warms on your skin, snapping you out of your staring contest with Lucifer. Wrath isn’t going to be the way to win with him now.

“We can talk about this later,” you say with far more calm than you feel. “But the overall plan is sound and would be beneficial from an interpersonal standing and a governing perspective.”

Levi, of all people, nods. “I have something similar set up in the Navy. After a hard or stressful mission, I make sure the regiment gets counseling and proper debriefing. It usually results in the team being more effective together on their next mission anyway.”

Right. He helms the entire Royal Navy. Easy to forget when he’s tapping away at his gacha games in a Ruri-chan shirt.

“If there is no more discussion, can we move to a vote?” suggests Barbatos. “MC, as the presenter, you’ll be excluded from the vote.”

You nod and take your seat. Crystals the size of your fist appear in front of each demon seated at the table.

“All in favor?” asks Diavolo.

The previously dim crystals glow with the color of their respective demon’s magic. Diavolo’s looks like it holds black fire. Shimmering teal radiates from Barbatos’. The next to light is a deep orange, then a deep red. Asmo’s pink somehow manages to look as petulant as the pouting demon himself. The sickly green you associate with Satan flares into existence. Mammon huffs before his crystal alights with a cheerful gold. The youngest demon in the room closes his eyes and flicks his finger, spinning a lazy purple within his crystal.

Only Lucifer is left. He ignores the other council members in favor of looking at you. Backing down from his stare would be a mistake. Instead, you lift one eyebrow in a mockery of the expression he often wears. His assent isn’t needed for the vote to pass, but it means something to you.

He was the reason you had the idea in the first place.

Lucifer frowns, though his pact mark twinges. He can keep his mask of reluctance, but you know he is proud of the way you’ve handled this—the way you’ve handled him.

You let yourself smile in satisfaction as the last crystal glows royal blue.

“The motion passes,” announces Diavolo. “MC, Barbatos and I will take it from here on planning. Everyone should expect their appointment schedules within the week.”

The meeting is dismissed without further discussion. Lucifer retreats to his room with dinner and speaks to no one for the rest of the night.

This is a process, you remind yourself as you fall asleep without your usual post-dinner quiet time with the eldest.

You can only hope that you don’t push him away for good in trying to help.

#obey me!#obey me lucifer #obey me fic #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #lo.writes #lo.long walk

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