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merakiui · 6 months

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could you tell us some of these ideas you have for malleus?

There are far too many thoughts... orz here are just a few that I have recently had.

✧ sleep paralysis demon malleus.

✧ a story in which you live at the edge of a forest that's slowly creeping closer and beginning to invade your property. and standing at the edge of the forest, unable to cross over, is a horned stranger dressed in a cloak of brambles. you try to voice your concerns to friends, but they won't believe you. you've been having trouble sleeping lately and you're starting to neglect your mental health, but you know you're not crazy. by the end of the month, you're certain the forest will swallow your quaint home whole. your only option to prevent that? investigate what it is the horned stranger could possibly want.

✧ phantom of the opera au with malleus as the phantom.

✧ idol group with malleus, idia, and azul and you're their manager. or maybe you're the fourth member being added to their ensemble. or maybe you're just a fan hehe. <3 either way, malleus is so whipped for you.

✧ this isn't exactly a malleus-centered thought, but you and sebek bond over your mutual admiration for malleus. you wish to get closer to malleus (because you love him) and sebek completely understands your desire to do so. who wouldn't want to associate themselves with someone as great as waka-sama!!!!!! but in helping you with this, sebek starts to grow romantically attached. he thinks he's dying because no ailment has ever made his heart beat this fast before. T_T malleus is distantly connected to this; essentially, cute love story between you and sebek. :D

✧ your kingdom and malleus's are at war and, in the midst of defeat, you're taken as a prisoner of war and forced to bear malleus's heir. <3 or you're simply forced into an arranged marriage. malleus wants to marry his enemy much to the utter shock of the kingdom, but no one will go against what their king wishes and so you are a captive spouse.

✧ befriending the kind dragon fae boy when you were young and offhandedly mentioning that you'd marry him when you were older. many years pass, the both of you grow and mature, and you've moved to another city to pursue work. one day, you receive a knock at your apartment door. standing there is the dragon fae with a ring and an entire royal entourage behind him. did you not remember the promise you made all that time ago? D: you're going to be wed now!

✧ king rollo and king malleus are at war and you're the poor royal stuck between them, as your kingdom is between both of theirs on the maps. orz and both of them want you to side with them, for they're both hopelessly infatuated with you. for extra drama: the three of you were inseparable childhood friends. >:)

✧ classic somnophilia thoughts. knocking you up while you're in deep sleep. malleus trapping you in a dream that feels like reality, in which you live a happy, domestic life with him. or being stuck in a strange dreamy time loop that you're desperate to break and get out of, but malleus is intent on keeping you here forever.

✧ classic fairytale scenario where you're sent to slay the dragon, but he slays you instead (by spearing you on his cocks!!!! <3).

✧ isekai manhwa sort of plot in which you wake as malleus's maid/advisor/spouse/guard, but according to the plot of the story you're fated to die at his hands because your character ultimately betrays him/does something that warrants death (or maybe you simply die because he threw a fit and you got caught in the raging crossfire). to change this destiny, you make it your mission to get on friendly, happy terms with him. unfortunately, you only give him more reasons to love you even more than he had before and so now you may have avoided death, but you can't escape the stifling obsession.

#twisted chit chat #i was listening to 'make a wish' again and malleus... woooo his voice is so 😵‍💫 malleus fans i completely understand your love for him #but also azul did not have to go so hard with the emphasis on 'ai' in 'ai no sukui o'#like... 🤨 azul why do you sound so yearning when you draw out the syllable???#he's rizzing me up through song orz #all of them are T^T

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beelas-bees-art · 2 years

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Various drawings! Adrien belongs to @weepingfireflies <3

#my art #my ocs #timothy conrad #tcoh #to capture one's heart #bugs #insects #burying beetle #the demon king is hopelessly whipped #adrien #not my oc

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whimsicallyreading · 3 years

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@crispypotatochip Sorry! I accidentally deleted your ask while typing :(

Prompt 1 for whump- “Nobody is going to come and save you.”

CW- this one is pretty dark. Graphic death. Blood. Mentions of torture and abuse

Six Months-

Six months down and only forever to go, Celaena notes to herself as she toils.

Morning blends to day, day to night, time is meaningless when you never see the sunlight. Her skin grows sallow, cheeks hollow, and Celaena can physically feel her skin tighten around her ribs.

As her body becomes more weary, the manacles feel like they gain pounds. Celaena knows the women shackled to her feel it too. Some of them are mothers, children, elderly.

Many of them can’t meet their salt quotas, so Celaena tips some of her portions into theirs. She can’t help everyone, but she tries to spare who she can.

Women come and go. They die from starvation, disease, or abuse. One lady wasn’t even fully dead when they added her body to the mass graves. Unlike herself, the overseers weren’t interested in preserving their lives.

Celaena is the only constant.

The woman beside her gets caught muttering under her breath. She’s young. Celaena sees the fear in her eyes. When the overseer gets close and crowds the young girl into a wall- Celaena spits in his face. That rage is redirected at her, but she can take it.

The overseer takes the whip to her back again.

Her skin parts like cloth to a knife beneath the leather. Celaena fights for every breath. Forces the screams down her belly. She would never give them the satisfaction of hearing her break. Somewhere in the dark, the young woman cries.

When they dump her body back in the cells, Celaena thinks it’s the end. Blood and energy drain from her rapidly. She watches her life force pool around her with half-lidded eyes, realizing that this may be its own ticket to freedom.

That is when the hands come.

They pressed down on her wounds and Celaena moans. A throaty gurgling noise escapes her throat against her will. The renewed pain sends stars to her eyes and she sinks further into that oppressive darkness.

Something cold grips the arch of her cheek and pinches. “No warrior, you do not sleep.” The hand twists her skin until Celaena can force her eyes settle on the petit Eyllwe woman.

Pressure returns to her wounds and Celaena groans. Her back is a slab of raw flesh filled with salt. The young woman appears and pulls Celaena’s head into her lap, carding fingers through her sheared hair soothingly.

“You need to stay awake,” the older woman’s voice says. Her accent is heavy, but Celaena’s been in the mines long enough to easily understand her fellow captives.

The young woman cradles her head, rubbed at her face and using her thumbs to lift Celaena’s eyelids when they drooped too far. She’s fighting to keep her conscious.

Conversations float over her head in a language she doesn’t understand. Even if she could, her throat was too dry to speak. The hot summer months made the mines sweltering and sucked the fluids from her body. Blood loss was doing Celaena no favors.

“Water,” Celaena croaks, but the young woman looks hopelessly confused. The elder is too busy trying to stop the bleeding to hear.

Celaena racks her brain for the word. She knows she’s heard the others use it before. Her tongue stumbles over the foreign noun, but the young woman appears to understand.

A filthy skein of dirty water is held to her lips, and she drinks.

The young woman holds the skein up and pronounces the word she’d struggled to say correctly. Celaena repeats the word back to her until it flows smoothly from her mouth.

It continues like that.

First she learns water. Then blood. Her hands, feet, heart, head. The young woman adds words to Celaena’s vocabulary as her wounds are tended.

Her nurses diligently protect her prone body from the guards. As they are forced back to work the next day, Celaena can barely keep her feet beneath her. Only loosely keeping a grasp on consciousness. The pain is debilitating but Arobynn had taught her how to compartmentalize that.

She’s chained between the two women, and today it’s them who adds the salt they mine to her bin. They teach her more words to keep her alert. The elderly woman has now joined the game, she knows enough of the common tongue to correct Celaena’a phrasing when she messes up the conjugations.

It’s a beautiful language, Celaena thinks as she braces an arm against the wall weakly.

The young women is the elder’s granddaughter, she later finds out. As her vocabulary grows, their whispered conversations become more complex.

Celaena learns that the girl’s parents had been soldiers. They were killed in a skirmish, and their homes raised. Adarlan advanced into their village and the rest of their family was split between Endovier and Calaculla.

She breaks her own rules, and as the days pass she becomes attached.

When her eyes peel open to a low keening, Celaena isn’t surprised to find that the grandmother had died in her sleep. All things considered, it was a peaceful death in these mines. What does surprise her is the ache of grief she feels.

Celaena and the granddaughter stay close together throughout the work day. Her sorrow is palpable, and it makes the overseers circle them like vultures. Despite her weakness, they are still wary of Celaena’s presence and she manages to ward them off.

The granddaughter starts flagging soon after. Celaena knows that death is coming for the young woman. Knows in her bones that the cycle of people dying around her will occur once more as she’s forced to live on.

Still she fights against it.

Celaena sleeps flush against the woman and guards her back in sleep. She gives up half of her meager water and food rations. It seems futile as the girl becomes narrower and the life steadily trickles from her eyes. Even questions spoken in her native tongue don’t seem to reach her ears.

The extra labor takes a toll, and when Celaena closes her eyes, she falls into a consuming sleep.

When she wakes it’s to a garbled crunching. Celaena’s eyes shoot open and she crab walks backwards as her eyes focus on the overseer looming above her.

Looking down, Celaena’s gut rolls. The granddaughter was dead. He’d crushed her neck beneath his boot.

“Nobody is going to come and save you,” the demon chuckles. “Kings order or not, this will eventually be you.” He kicked her head once, sending blood splattering up the wall.

Celaena waits for him to leave and start ordering the other slaves to wake. She waits for his voice to fade beneath the moans and keening of her fellow captives. Once she’s certain he’s gone, Celaena gathers the body into her arms and weeps.

They were barely friends, but the loss is like a hot iron in her stomach. Celaena’s rags are too dirty to clean the young woman’s face, but she does her best to brush the hair from her face. She croons broke words in ellywe and closes the girl’s eyes.

Sniffling, Celaena lays the body on the ground gently. It takes a moment for her to reign in her emotions, but she has to be composed before they manacle her to the line. They would exploit any weakness.

Six months down and only forever to go. Celaena blinks slowly, and for the first time, feels resigned to her fate.

#prompts #throneofglass #fanfic #aelin #angst

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beelsbaby · 3 years

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could you do the obey me undatables for the girl dad thing too please?😁

Of course! I hope you like it! I had a lot of fun writing it, I got carried away a lot WHOOPS but here ya go!

Undateables as girl dads

Solomon

* OKAY he wanted a son

* I don’t know he just gives me boy dad energy

* But you said no sir we having a girl

* I love that for you 😌

* But he didn’t get upset because he knew no matter what the gender was, his child would be powerful

* Insert "good for her" pic

* He reads books on how to be a dad

* How to be a dad for dummies LMAOO

* He makes sure to be fully prepared

* What a dork HA

* Her room probably has a lot of purples

* It’s very whimsical

* When she’s born, he instantly forgets about being the most powerful in the room

* All those pacts he’s made with demons mean nothing

* He is hopelessly devoted to her

* When she gets fussy, he just sprinkles a little magic and she’s giggling again

* She’s just so fascinated by it

* He loves carrying her around while doing mundane things

* He’d be reading a grimoire with her resting on his hip

* She said papa first and he was WEAK

* He did shed a tear or two but he’ll never tell

* He can put her down to sleep in record time

* He just makes up a story about magic and she’ll happily go to sleep

* She’s also very fascinated by his magical artifacts

* She’s constantly touching the ones he unsuccessfully tried to hide

* “Sweetheart, that’s papa’s, okay? That’s 380 years old... Let’s put that down, yeah?”

* Looks absolutely baffled when she’d take the artifact and BOLT

* “Y/N, why are you just standing there laughing, help me!”

* She is very sneaky and cheeky just like him

* She knows just to give her dad her cheeky little smile and he’s putty in her hands

* He’s so whipped

* But she’s also pretty sharp

* Solomon brags that she gets her intelligence from him

* Fool slept on the couch for that comment

* He has a ring with her initials on it

* She likes listening about sorcery

* “Papa papa! I want to have magic like you!”

* “One day, petal, one day”

* “Pinky pwomise?”

* He’d chuckle and intertwine his pinky with hers

* He spoke to soon because she started showing signs of sorcery at 6 years old

* He was so proud

* He taught her how to control it, how to maneuver it, and how to use it properly

* This definitely brought them closer together

* He’s just so happy to have her and she’s changed him to become a better person in just a few years, he loves her to infinity and beyond. He’ll protect her until his last breath 😭✋🏻

Simeon

* This angel was ELATED

* He thanked you endlessly like the true gentleman he is

* He didn’t care if it was a girl or a boy he was just happy to have a child with you

* When you tell him it’s a girl he immediately starts getting things ready for her

* Her room is so angelic

* The walls are painted like the sky

* It’s so beautiful

* The day she was born, he swears he finally understood what happily ever after meant

* He didn’t know if life could get any better, he was just so happy

* And she was GORGEOUS

* She looked exactly like him

* His beautiful skin tone, eyes, everything

* I’m crying at how pretty she is 😭

* He cried too, she was a literal angel

* He helped you out with everything

* He fed her, changed her, whatever you needed

* He sang her to sleep whenever she refused to sleep

* She’d stare at him with adoration

* He liked carrying her around, even if he was busy

* Multitasking king we love to see it

* Whenever he was caring her, she would grab his cheeks and babble at him

* His heart melted every single time

* Her first word was “up”

* She liked her dad picking her up and putting her on his shoulders

* So she asked him to pick her up

* He gladly did so with a huge smile

* She LOVES his wings

* She likes playing with Luke !!

* She also likes playing dress up with her dad

* She dresses up as a princess

* She has him dressing up like a knight

* He has to come save her from the dragon

* Luke is the dragon

* And He hates playing dress up lol

* She loves hearing all about angels

* And Simeon loves telling her about them

* When she’s five, she sprouts wings!

* She’s so happy

* “Look papa I’m just like you now!”

* He cries, she’s just so beautiful

* “Yes, angel, you’re like me!”

* He teaches her how to control and maneuver her wings

* She’s very clumsy at first, but he’s always there to catch her

* Simeon vows to always be there to catch her whenever she needed him, he loves her more than life itself 🥺❤️

Luke (aged up!!)

* This man passed tf out when you told him

* He was not ready for that bomb you just dropped

* But when he wakes up he asked you how you feel and if you know the gender

* When you both go to your appointment and you’re told it’s a girl, he starts freaking out

* What if he’s not a good dad?

* What if he can’t understand her?

* His mind is literally screaming WEE WOO WEE WOO

* But you assure him that he’s gonna do just fine and she’ll love him unconditionally

* He relaxes a bit

* Like 2%

* But he’s not hyperventilating anymore so you take it as a win

* He make sure her room is as comfortable as possible

* A lot of plushies and toys

* The room is such a vibe

* When she’s born, he passed out again

* Geez Luke get a grip

* You had two precious babies to look after

* But when he came to, he was in euphoria

* His baby girl was a beautiful mix of the both of you

* He was so smitten

* She’s very attached to him

* When she’s fussy he just picks her up and she settles down

* He carries around her diaper bag

* Mammon saw him once and now he never let’s him live it down

* Luke isn’t embarrassed, he’s just irritated because it’s Mammon

* Her first word was “daddy” and Luke felt his heart go BOOM 💥

* He picked her up and gave her a forehead kiss

* “Yes, little one, I’m daddy! Y/N she knows I’m her daddy she’s a genius!”

* You just smiled as he went on and on about how much of a genius y’all’s daughter was

* Proud dad™️

* He loves taking her to petting zoos, aquariums, etc

* Her eyes light up

* As she grows she gets more feisty lol

* Simeon loves comparing her feistiness to Luke’s

* But tbh it just makes Luke smug

* He loves that he has a headstrong daughter

* He knows she won’t take anyone’s crap

* When she was in the first grade, you guys got a call from the school one day

* She punched a classmate

* It was her first offense so the school just let her off of a warning

* But when Luke asked her why she did it, she said it’s because he was bullying her friend

* Prouder dad™️

* She makes him prouder every day and he’s so proud to call himself her dad, his entire heart is hers

Diavolo

* he’s been wanting to have a family with you for a long time

* So when you tell him you both are going to have a baby, he is so excited!

* He’s very doting the entire time

* When you told him it was a girl he’s was very happy and supportive

* It might have been ideal for him to have a boy but we know this man lives to break the status quo

* So he’s happy

* When she was born, Diavolo fell in love all over again

* She was just such a beautiful sight

* ALSO there was a two week celebration and the devildom

* Her room was EXPENSIVE

* He said really said no budget

* Gold things everywhere

* That’s his princess, he’d do anything for her even if it meant hurting his pockets

* Dang I need myself a Diavolo 🤪

* He carries her around in a baby carrier

* I LOVE TO SEE IT

* She said mama first but it was just with you so when she said dada you let him think it was her first word

* You don’t wanna break his heart lol

* His devilgram is basically now a stan account for his daughter

* If he really misses her, he will take her into meetings with him

* No one dares to argue with him

* She loves being on his shoulders, the view is superb

* First day of school he took her and the entire school went crazy

* She literally told him “ how far you have to leave everybody’s freaking out over you and I’m supposed to be the cool one here!”

* He laughed and kissed her goodbye

* She’s very sweet but pretty commanding

* Diavolo gushes on how she’s totally ready to be queen one day

* All name brands for his princess

* He definitely has had a portrait of her made. It’s probably in like the dining room or the main hallway

* She loves playing hide and seek

* Can you imagine big bad Diavolo running around trying to hide in a bush but he’s too tall lmaoo

* No one ever there is mess with her

* She’s only like five but she has the entire devildom standing behind her just like with her dad, I love how powerful they are. ADORABLE AND POWERFUL ??? Best daddy daughter duo in the devildom

Barbatos

* Poor baby is so nervous when you tell him

* But he want nothing more than to have a family with you

* He starts preparing everything for her arrival

* Baby proofing, preparing her room, anything he can do for her

* He make sure her room was adorable and fun

* It’s a pastel paradise

* When she’s born he’s holding your hand as you carry her

* You looked up to him and asked if he wanted to hold her

* He let out a barely audible “yes”

* When you handed her over to him, she opened her eyes and cooed up at him

* Rip Barbatos.exe stopped working

* #1 dad

* He changes diapers, he cleans up after her, takes care of her so you can get some rest

* What a gentleman 😪

* She said papa first

* He remembers the exact hour minute and second she said it LMAOO

* She’s very very shy

* But he’s helping work through her anxiety and walks her through her attacks

* Wow I’m crying 😭

* They love having little cute picnics together

* She LOVES his baking

* I mean who doesn’t

* She does very well in school

* Loves reading and history

* She really enjoys helping him out in his butler duties

* She even has a matching butler outfit that you got her

* The first time he saw her in it, bby boy couldn’t stop gushing about how cute they were

* They were the best butler duo

* N E WAY before I go on and on about them, he really loves her and you. He views her as the best thing that’s ever happened to him 🥰

#obey me headcanons #obey me #obey me solomon #obey me simeon #obey me luke #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me imagines #obey me x reader #anime #obey me belphegor #obey me beelzebub #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me leviathan #obey me mammon #obey me lucifer

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traaaaaassh · 5 years

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All Too Familiar Finn Balor x Reader One-Shot

Summary: A makeup artist for the WWE is asked to handle a big job. It doesn’t help that she’s hopelessly in love with her client.

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1622

Author’s Note: Hi! I wrote this today in honor of Wrestlemania! This is my first one-shot attempt, my first time writing for the WWE, and my first time writing a reader insert piece. Any commentary is welcome! I want to start taking requests for WWE star oneshots and imagines, so if you have them, send them my way!

“So…” Alexa Bliss delivered a wicked grin, “Who are you going with to Hall of Fame?”

I chuckled, blending a bit more contour onto her cheeks, “I don’t even know if I’m going. The event isn’t really for the girls who do makeup.”

“Oh please,” she scoffed, “I know who you want to take, you’re just scared.”

“Alexa-”

“Y/N, if you don’t ask him, I am going to have to use my endless power as the host of Wrestlemania to make it happen.” She was smug.

Just as she finished, I spotted him. He was wearing his black trunks and a hoodie.

“Alexa, hush. He’s right over there,” I warned.

She whipped her head around quickly, making me regret my warning, “Finn! Get over here!”

I turned back to the various palettes I had laid out on the table.

“‘Ello,” I could hear the smile in Finn Balor’s voice.

“And how is my favorite soon-to-be-again Intercontinental Champ?” Alexa was so good at making things happen, and I knew she was set on this.

“Actually, I wanted to talk to Y/N about that…” Finn trailed off. I turned around, hoping the blush on my cheeks wasn’t too bad.

“Hi Finn.” I whispered. Alexa looked at me with wide eyes, encouraging me to say more. Shit I am blowing this. “What can I help you with?”

“Well, I want to bring Demon Balor to Wrestlemania but the girls who used to do the makeup left the company a while ago. Was wondering if you could help me?”

Alexa smiled big ust over Finn’s shoulder

“Sure,” I agreed, “Let’s talk business.”

“How about tonight after Raw? Maybe over a drink?”

Alexa looked like her eyes were going to pop out of her head, I’m sure I did too.

I agreed to meet Finn later and he left without another word.

“You are going on a date with Finn Balor!” Alexa squealed.

“It’s totally not a date, Lex. He just wants help with his paint.”

“Y/N Y/L/N, you are naive.”

The next two weeks passed quickly for the company. When I wasn’t helping other wrestlers with makeup and hair, Finn sat with me and a sketchbook, trying to perfect his demon paint. We ate our meals together, looking at pictures of Demon Balor from previous matches and pictures of the demon king from Irish lore. My phone was full of texts and pictures of ideas from Finn. The awkwardness of our previous encounters had completely disappeared.

Alexa demanded updates about my relationship with Finn, but I always told her there wasn’t much to tell. I was just helping him with a project and we worked long hours to make it happen.

“Hey, Picasso!” Finn called down the hall at me. I wrapped up the last of Sasha’s look for a promo and sent her on her way. It was Friday before Wrestlemania, NXT Takeover was happening a state away and everyone was in the MetLife Stadium preparing for the largest sports entertainment show of the year.

“Balor, how nice of you to show up,” I smirked. We planned on doing one, and only one, test run of the paint on his body. I had begged him to let me practice more, but he insisted I would get it right the first time.

“Sorry, love, got caught up in the gym with Rollins,” My heart skipped a beat at his nickname for me. He smiled, “Needed a shower, figured you wouldn’t want me all sweaty for you.” Oh I do.

“Well, you’re here now,” I swallowed hard, trying to shake the image of a hot and sweaty Finn Balor in front of me. As I had my back turned to him, grabbing the paint, Finn shed his shirt and sweatpants. I turned back to him to see him sitting in just his trunks. I bit the inside of my cheek.

With a shaky hand, I started outlining the black streaks down his chest to his abdomen.

“Don’t worry, love, I won’t bite,” Finn winked.

From: Finn: pick you up in 10 minutes :)

“Alexa, I’m freaking out and can’t get my eyeliner even. I look like a panda.” I whined.

“Y/N, you do makeup for a living. You look great,” she joined me in the bathroom, practically floating in her pink gown.

“I’m freaking out, I don’t go to these things. I get people ready for these things,” I frowned.

“You are going to Hall of Fame with Finn Balor. You have had a crush on him for months. You are going to go, have a few drinks, and have a great time.” She grabbed me by the shoulders.

With minimal arguing and worrying, I let Alexa lead me down to the lobby where Finn promised to wait.

He was seated in an armchair by the fireplace, looking at his phone.

“Hey, Mr. Abs, I got your hot date for you,” Alexa shouted in his direction from the elevator, pushing me into his direction.

Finn stood promptly and looked at us. He smiled widely, practically beaming.

“You look…” He wrapped me in a hug, “Amazing.”

“You look pretty great too,” I reciprocated. I took a longer look at him, he was wearing a very simple tuxedo, slim black pants and a fitted suit jacket.

“I’m just glad my suit matches,” He chuckled, staring down at my red gown.

Finn took my hand in his and led me to the waiting car, where Alexa and other stars were waiting.

“I could not have asked for a better date tonight,” He smiled before opening the car door.

“So, Finn, can you tell me a little bit about what we can expect from the Demon King tomorrow?” The reporter on the red carpet pushed the microphone into his face.

“Just know, he wants to win. And he always gets what he wants.” Finn smirked mysteriously before grabbing my waist and walking further down the carpet.

“Always gets what he wants, huh?” I snorted.

“Always, love,” Finn winked at me.

“Well, that was something else,” I sighed, walking out of the Barclays Center after Hall of Fame. Finn nodded in agreement.

“And tomorrow is a big day,” I commented, hoping he would speak this time. Since we sat in our seat in the stadium, he hadn’t said a word. He nodded again.

“Do you want to walk back to the hotel?” I asked, “It isn’t that far, like a twenty minute walk.” He wrapped his arm around my waist and kept walking, signalling his agreement again.

Even though it was April, New York was chilled at night. As we walked, passing closed buildings and dimly lit bodegas, I shivered. Finn stopped us in our tracks and slid his jacket off, handing it to me. I graciously accepted and put it around my shoulders.

“Guess I didn’t think this whole walk through,” I laughed, reveling in the warmth the jacket provided, and the strong smell of cologne that hung to it.

“Well, I can’t have my girl freezing on me,” Finn smiled, pulling me closer than before, “Besides, who would paint me up tomorrow if you get pneumonia?”

I slapped my hand to his chest, rolling my eyes, “You don’t need the demon to win.”

“No, I don’t,” He ushered me across the street, “But it gave me an excuse to talk to you.”

My heart skipped a beat, but I put on a brave face.

“Oh, please, like you needed an excuse.”

“Are you kidding?” He laughed, “Gallows and Anderson were going to kick my ass if I didn’t talk to you. There were tired of hearing me talk about you.”

“Talk about me?” I looked at Finn and then back at the street seeing our hotel in the distance, and the cameras and fans waiting outside. Finn followed my eyes and pulled me into an alley.

“I have been watching you for months,” He paused, “That came out wrong. But, I have liked you for a while now. And Gallows and Anderson would have to listen to me go on about how pretty you are and how sweet you are. So they got sick of my shit and told me if I didn’t talk to you they would make me.”

I smiled, this sounded all too familiar.

“Finn, can I tell you a secret?”

He looked at me, expectantly.

“Alexa has been trying to get me to talk to you for months… The day you came to me about painting for Mania she was threatening to use her host powers to get me to talk to you.”

Finn laughed.

“Well, since we can admit that to each other,” Finn took a step closer, pressing me against the brick wall behind me. My breath was caught in my throat. I was suddenly aware of all of the places Finn was touching me, my waist and the top of my arm were on fire.

“Finn,” before I could say another word Finn pressed his lips to mine, gently at first. His hands moved to the back of my neck and pulled me close. We separated for a moment and dove back into each other passionately.

Time passed slowly and quickly all at once, and after a while we parted. By the light of the streetlight on the road, I could see that some of my lipstick had tinted his lips.

Finn sighed,“I would take you back to my room, but-”

“Mania is tomorrow, you need rest,” I smiled.

He planted another kiss on my lips.

“But, after Mania, you and I have a very important date.”

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world, Mr. Balor.”

Finn squeezed my hips tightly.

“I like the sound of that.”

#finn balor #finn balor x reader #wwe #wwe imagine #wwe x reader #oneshot #one shot #finn balor imagine #finn balór #finn bálor

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onenightandgone · 6 years

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Violence (Halloweenigans! DC)

10. “Your soul or hers.” + Chanyeol

The bars wouldn’t budge. The barbed wire wrapped around them like sharp snakes. The sharp edges and rounded curves glinted in the limited light the damp basement offered.

You shivered as the cold reached into your bones. The blood from trying to force the steel bars of your cage apart had finally dried, but your nerves had memorized the deep pricks of the barbs into your skin, and the ghost of them echoed painfully.

You felt like you had been crying for hours, but still your chest heaved as the tears turned to stains on your cheeks.

What was happening to you? And why were you here?

‘Y/N?’ The deep, familiar voice sounded through the darkness. It was muffled by the close feeling that the windowless basement brought, but you knew that voice like you knew yourself.

‘Chanyeol?’ you croaked, your voice ragged from crying.

A flashlight beam swung into your cage, and you squinted into the brightness. You heard the gasp and the rushing footsteps.

‘Y/N!’ The light lowered and your eyes adjusted to see Chanyeol himself kneeling by the cage. ‘Oh my god, what did he do to you?’

‘What did who do?’ You didn’t know how you had even gotten here. You felt the first tremors of panic start in your chest.

The light from Chanyeol’s flashlight illuminated his form enough for you to make out the leatherbound thighs that crouched just out of your reach, the heavy leather jacket, and the metallic reflection of ammunition on his belt.

He reached through the bars carefully, his hand covering yours.

‘Don’t worry, I’m going to get you out of here,’ he said hurriedly.

Chanyeol let go to examine the cage. He panned the flashlight and circled it until he spotted the large iron padlock. He fiddled with it uselessly, the heavy metal ring clanking like an alarm against the cage. He stood quickly, and pulled a magnum revolver from his hip. He cocked it and pointed it at the lock.

‘What are you-‘

‘Cover your ears,’ he commanded.

You obeyed, huddling down into even more of a ball and spreading your palms over your ears. You braced yourself.

Chanyeol pulled the trigger with perfect aim and a loud bang. The bullet tore through the iron and bit into the concrete floor of the basement. He spared no time in ripping the lock from the cage and reaching through the door for you.

Gently, Chanyeol pulled you out of the cage.

Your cut-up hands shook and stung when he picked you up easily, you clung to him with just your arms wrapped around his neck. You tried to choke back a whimper, but it slipped out.

‘Shh,’ Chanyeol hushed, his soft low voice the best medicine he could offer. ‘I’ve got you. We’re going home now, ok?’ He kissed your forehead lovingly before getting to his feet and whirling around to try to find the door.

It didn’t take long

The ancient hardwood door burst open with a loud crash, and a dark figure stood in the doorway. Shrill laughter emanated from it, and you couldn’t help but shiver in response. But why did it seem so familiar?

‘Shit, it’s a trap! I should have known,’ muttered Chanyeol. ‘Don’t let go of me, you hear me? Follow my lead and do whatever I tell you.’

Chanyeol set you slowly down onto your feet and stepped in front of you.

‘What do you want?’ he said, standing tall and fearless.

‘Did you really think you could have both?’ the figure said with a chilling voice. ‘That you could live in two worlds at once?’

‘Who are you?’ said Chanyeol.

It laughed again before it came out of the shadow. You gasped as you recognized him.

‘Chanyeol, is that-‘

‘Yes, the demon king,’ he said to you, before turning his attention back to the elderly man in front of you, who grinned at you greedily. ‘Sooman! What do you want with her?’

‘That bitch whimpering behind you? Nothing,’ Sooman said coldly. ‘You, however, are exactly what I want. And you came here so eagerly, it was more than I could hope for.’

Chanyeol glared and stood his ground, even as his opponent stepped forward.

‘Look at you playing guard dog,’ Sooman said, the grin returning to his face. ‘I, for one, am exceptionally happy that you found something worth fighting for. Something personal.’

‘If you wanted a fight, Sooman, all you had to do was ask,’ Chanyeol said, gritting his teeth.

Loud footsteps rushed up behind you just before iron fists closed over your arms.

You screamed as two burly henchmen dragged you away from Chanyeol and up towards your captor. You resisted and fought as much as you could, but you were already weak, and there was nothing you could do.

‘Let her go!’ boomed Chanyeol, pointing his revolver directly at Sooman, who chuckled, unbothered.

‘Now what good would that do?’ He nodded at one of the men who held you.

He produced a long, grotesque blade, placing the sharp edge against your throat.

Chanyeol froze and glared murderously.

‘I was going to wait for this grand finale, but I guess we can skip right to it. You have a choice to make, demon hunter. If you truly love this – this toad, you’ll make the right one,’ Sooman said. ‘Now lower the gun.’

Chanyeol slowly lowered the revolver, the reluctance clear in every movement.

‘Slide it over. Nice and slow.’

Once again Chanyeol obeyed, his eyes pleading with you to hold on, to trust him. The revolver grated against the concrete floor, clattering as it slid across to Sooman’s feet.

Sooman collected it and stood with the same constant smile.

‘Now think about this carefully because you only have one chance, and there’s no going back,’ he said. He cleared his throat. ‘If you’ve ever wondered why most of the people in your profession are single or widowers, now you know. Love makes you weak, just like how it’s given me complete control of you. Now, your offer. You can give me your soul. Or hers.’

Immediately you knew what Chanyeol would choose.

‘Don’t you dare, Chanyeol!’ you screamed, your voice grating in your throat.

‘That’s not even a choice,’ said Chanyeol, dropped his murderous glare and looked at you sadly. ‘I have to do this,’ he said. ‘I couldn’t live without you, and you know that. He knows that.’

Sooman laughed in pure delight.

‘Now say it, say that you willingly offer me your soul, and the girl goes free.’

‘Can I at least say goodbye first?’ Chanyeol asked.

Sooman nodded and motioned to the guards, who let go of you.

Chanyeol was across to you in three strides, his powerful arms wrapping around you. Your nostrils filled with the scent of old leather and gunpowder, his scent. You closed your eyes as you tried not to cry, memorizing every feature that you could.

No, this couldn’t be it. This couldn’t be the last time. Your mind refused to accept it, your heart revolted even as it broke.

Chanyeol smiled down at you sadly. His large fingers dexterously traced your cheek before he leaned down to kiss you.

‘I love you,’ he whispered, his lips brushing yours. But instead of saying goodbye, Chanyeol winked at you. ‘Follow my lead.’

In the blink of an eye, Chanyeol whirled on one of the guards, whipping out his silver knife and plunging it into his throat. Before the other guard could move, the blade crossed the span of his own neck.

They both screamed wildly as they seemed to burn from within before dissolving instantly into ash, blown away by an unseen wind.

‘Idiots!’ screamed Sooman, who turned and ran out the door he came in.

Chanyeol turned to give chase, but you called his name.

‘Stop! Chanyeol! Let’s just go, we’ll get him another day,’ you said. You tried hopelessly to wipe the blood spatter from your face, but every attempt seemed to just make it worse.

He came back reluctantly, picking up his revolver and holstering it, covering it with his coat.

Before you could say anything else, Chanyeol covered your mouth with his, kissing you desperately. He pulled back, chest heaving, and swung you into his arms. Without a moment to spare, he carted you out the door.

You coughed as the fresh night air met your lungs, wincing when Chanyeol placed you in the passenger seat of his car.

He almost ran over to the driver’s side, cranking the ignition and speeding out of the derelict farmyard towards the highway.

‘Don’t ever scare me like that again,’ he said fiercely, his eyes glued on the road ahead. The engine roared underneath his merciless acceleration.

‘I scared you? I thought you were actually going to give up your soul for me! You know I couldn’t live with that!’

‘You know what I mean! I can’t – I can’t let this sort of thing happen to you. It will, you know, for as long as you’re with me, this shit is just going to keep happening,’ Chanyeol said. He tried desperately to hide the tremble in his voice, a wrinkle in the velvet sound.

‘Then don’t let it happen. Teach me how to hunt.’

Chanyeol gaped.

‘What’s worse – the risk of leaving me completely exposed and helpless? Or the risk of me knowing what’s going on and being able to defend myself? Teach me,’ you repeated.

Surprisingly, he took a deep breath and a long exhale, letting go of his stubbornness, and listening to your reasoning.

‘We start when your hands are healed.’ Without another word, Chanyeol stomped his heavy boot even harder on the gas pedal, and the two of you sped off down the highway.

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Inexplicable Quirky Memory Unhinged

A rhetorical question finds me ask

king (to no one in particular) why I bask

with recollection the names of blank exclamatory staid grade school crank

key teachers approximately 42,0480,000 breaths aye drank fifty years ago (most whose names frank lee listed below),

when the need to access and retrieve

immediate necessary information

analogously interleaved

among coaxial bracts

during examinations relegated

as hopelessly lost

into interstitial invisible cranial cracks

irretrievably buried

during examinations, which age (feels like a million years ago)

often found me seized and caged with sudden inability to remember any vital answers as gauged

evidenced by nothing writ ten on paper (even including my name),

thus loosely similar as aye sit to compose poetry, and/or prose tempted to quit asper defeated by resignation,

and sinking sensation in the pit of my stomach (more so regarding orbit ting like an unsound garden black hole son around cold (mit ten necessary) awful days grudgingly

handing over like a lit till insignificant being,

a test paper devoid of academic grit

analogously surrendering (while feeling fit tubby tied, sense internally emit ting abnegation sans chafing at the bit,

yet no sooner did buzzer indicated test time over, then (of course),

an instantaneous pest that blocked chunk dramatically flowered gloriously invoking nest head treasured mother lode

of learned information invest

ment accounting for principle ball lanced

formerly figuratively barricaded facts

suddenly at my behest

ironically retaining to this day dogged details amazingly, now gracing lix spittle fist size gray dictating academic failure

forcing laying down pen hay for ma forgotten requisite thoughts may king skepticism about self thrive, ray zing mailer demons impossible to slay,

when into scaly claws, sans first to sixth grade Precambrian relic (Missus Batson, Missus Rittenhouse, Missus Wells, Mister Stout, Missus Shaner, or Miss Rinderle).

Invariably the majority

of elementary grades didst accord

accredited ancient authenticated creatures bored (with exception of sixth)

freely exercised diabolical chord churlish beastial animalistic

zealous yakking, wickedly,

aye (a basket case) deplored

unprintable (epithets) this then

(unprincipled urchin) puny pupil felt lord

did over whacked, sans receiving end,

viz fiendishly gruesome

hellish instructions mean teacher scored.

Assignments buttressed with ultimatums harkening back to Jurassic period earlier in the dawning primate consciousness.

Lesson material kindled justifiable license in league garnered insignia heft brought pupils to heal predicated, via warped weft woven wonderfully wrought writs welcomed whips with warranty whenever recalcitrant ruffian refused respecting reptilian rubric representative saber rattling, where... (The Idler Wheel Is Wiser Than the Driver of the Screw and Whipping Cords Will Serve You More Than Ropes Will Ever Do), which loosely rendered regularly warbled wishy washy verse curmudgeons freedom granted to interpret as one decrepit, hawkish insignia certified one beaming Eve and/or stud deed brute soffit.

Education often relied on the weekly reader,

and letters to or from Aunt Emma to this Jack,

oh napeswho never wrote back sheesh, alas and alack.

Nefarious mean linkedin kickstarter jawboning torturous treatment tolerated, asper imps of pervert, mutant Ninja Turtles duty bound antsy youthful yokel yodelers weathering ululating sing-song quintessential precepts.

adieu: math a hew scott harris a gentile Jew

all ways felt like new kid on the block isolated

in his hermetically sealed queue

pay perm ash shay watched per view

whew at last in conk clew shun to you from one primate within the human zoo.

#haunting phantoms terrorize wakefulness

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