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orecana · 2 months

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Ghostly companion

riize anton lee x Male reader

Hello everyone. Orecana here with another fic for you guys. This is a request from none other than @ldrei because i'm on the hit list....

Anyways i hope you guys like it and thank you to everyone who has supported me so far.

Warnings: This fic contains

Angst

horror

Smut

Belly bulge and cum inflation

dom bottom reader (yes this is my first dom bottom fic)

sub top male idol

If you don't like any of these things, then please get the fuck out

Y/n was shoved into his locker by his bullies as he coughs up blood. he weakly looks up at his bullies to see them snickering at him. he scoffs at their behavior

"what are you laughing at?"

"at your weak ass."

they hit y/n again as he coughs up even more blood

"look at you! can't even handle a punch."

Y/n could only lay there at their mercy as they hit him again and again. he couldn't scream nor can he even cry. he was used to getting hit all over again for being gay. he would always get tormented by teachers, students even townsfolk.

they would make fun of him call him a sin and even put him on multiple religious ceremonies where they cut his flesh and put him on campfires while sprouting holy nonsense.

He wanted to end his life. he stood on a high cliff overlooking the city. he whispers his final wish before he lets himself fall off.

*splash, crack*

Everybody surrounded the body, the children were mortified while the adults cheered at the sin being cleansed.

However, people starts dying one by one after that. their corpses cut into pieces but the cause of death was unknown. slowly but surely the town became cold and deserted.

*timeskip*

The town was soon rebuilt. It has became one of the more peaceful towns but offerings were always made at the cliff of the mountains because they felt pity for the boy.

A car is seen stopping in front of a house. A young boy is seen leaving it with his parents following suit. They stand together looking at the house before them. it was a normal house painted white with windows.

"This is our new home anton."

the boy nods as he goes inside the house while his parents get the luggage. he was surprised on how wide it is. How cozy.

He goes upstairs to see 4 rooms, 2 on the left and 1 on the right. the one in the middle however is sealed and locked tight with several warning tapes covering it.

he looks at the room to his right, seeing a large area with a large bed. this is probably his parents' room. He looks at the one of the rooms to his left. it looks neat and tidy with a shelf of books and a desk. he tries to look at the other room but the door closes itself in front of him.

the door has a letter on it saying

"DO NOT ENTER!"

"weird" anton thought.

"anton! come and eat takeout!"

hearing his mom, anton goes down unaware of the door reopening by itself.

*timeskip*

Anton had just finished showering and is currently drying his hair. He looks at the mirror and reaches out for the toothpaste he placed near it. he takes his toothbrush and put some toothpaste on it. he then looks at the mirror again to brush his teeth only to find a boy in a kimono staring back at him. he was frightened and look back only to find nothing. hesitatingly. he looks back at the mirror to find the boy even closer to him. he wanted to scream for help, what the hell?!

But the boy put his fingers to his lips as if it is telling him to not scream. he then takes something out of his kimono. A mask and he wears it.

"hello? hello. IT WORKS!"

Anton looks at the boy who is flying around happily.

"I can finally talk! it has been so long!"

"wait wait hold on who are you and what are you doing in my house?"

"hmm? but this is my- oh yeah i'm dead so this is no longer mine."

"wait, what do you mean you're dead?!"

"i stand by what i said. i am a spirit/ghost that is residing in this house because this is where i chose to reside."

"what kind of nonsense are you sprouting? there is no such thing as-"

the boy immediately drops his mask and reveal his face which full of blood. his eyes empty and hollow, his skin sickly pale and mouth full of sharp teeth. he is also tongueless.

"ghost...."

the boy lets out a inhuman sigh as he puts the mask back on

"I know there are people who don't believe in spirits or what not, but come on! i appeared out of nowhere and my face is nowhere near alive."

Anton scratches his hair awkwardly.

"oh yeah... you were brushing your teeth, continue what you're doing, we'll talk again later."

the boy disappears as anton lets out a breath he didn't even know he was holding. This is his first ever time meeting a thing he didn't believe existed. all of his good mood earlier seems to be flushed down the drain from that encounter.

nevertheless, he brushes his teeth and goes to his closet to get his clothes. once he wore them and settle down on his bed, he feels the spot of the bed near him sink down. he turns his head to find that boy again.

"are you gonna tell me your origins tho?"

"funny thing is that i don't remember, that's why i can't go yet. i have to know first."

"at least you remember something right?"

"i only know that someone used to call me pharm."

"Well i know what to call you"

"awwww. you like me already? you seems so afraid of me tho"

"you appeared out of nowhere! you want me to not be scared?

"you got a point."

a silence passes by as they are left to ponder their thoughts

"Do you want to help me find out my memories?"

Anton thought about it for a second. It could be very dangerous encountering other ghosts, not all of them are as nice as pharm. But he felt like he made a friend out of the ghost already.

"Sure, i want you to find peace."

"Really, thank you uhhh...."

"Anton. Anton lee at your service"

"i hope we become best friends anton!"

the boy raises his kimono for a handshake which anton hesitatingly accepts but surprisingly he felt hands in there.

"this is my favorite kimono so i always wore it, it's also large it helps hide most of the damage."

"oh...."

pharm looks around but his eyes widened when he spots the clock.

"shibal! look at the time! a high schooler like you should get all the sleep you could get especially with that body."

Anton looks at pharm with a shocked face.

"How did you-?"

"you do know that i saw your upper half while you're in the shower right?"

Anton felt embarrassed for some reason. as a swimmer you shouldn't be embarrassed about showing your toned body.

"what school will you attend though?"

"Stone Music academy?"

Suddenly pharm grips his head as he screams. Anton sits up shocked and tries to hold the boy but his arms pass through.

Pharm body starts to become invisible and it keeps glitching in and out.

"pharm! what's going on?"

it was painful for the ghost. it felt like multiple sharp things piercing him all at once.

"it hurts! it hurts"

the ghost was crying blood as it flows down his face.

slowly but surely the pain stops and his body is back to normal. he feels so exhausted however.

"i'm sorry, anton-kun. let me lean on you tonight. i feel so tired...."

Anton kinda felt bad for pharm but he was worried his arms might pass through again. he slowly put his hands onto the ghost and was surprised to see that it actually came in contact. anton blushed at this.

"it feels so intimate"

"thank you anton-kun."

Anton eyes felt heavy as he lays there with pharm until he eventually falls asleep.

*timeskip*

Anton stands in front of his new school and looks around. The garden looks very pretty and the school stands tall, filled with many floors and buildings.

"hey, can i tag along?"

Anton looks at his right and almost jumped at the sight of pharm floating near him.

"you know people might stare at me if i talk to you?"

"I know that's why i will only come when necessary. Besides Last night i remembered something."

Anton looks surprised as pharm looks back at him with a look of seriousness.

"yeah, i learned that i used to study here and... was bullied... for what i don't know."

Anton subconsciously clenches his fist. He and his parents have always been very righteous and accepting towards everyone so knowing that pharm used to get bullied makes him to pass on even more, to help him find peace.

Anton held out his hand. disregarding his words before.

"let me help you investigate, you shouldn't suffer anymore."

pharm looks at him in disbelief, his eyes wide.

"thank you, no one has ever said that to me before."

pharm smiles through his mask, even tho he's dead anton feels warm inside.

"let's go."

Anton nods and step foot into academy grounds, from this point onwards he will look for clues to help pharm pass on into the afterlife.

He goes on forward to the office to get his schedule and continue onwards to his class. He knocks the door and hears a rough voice.

"come in"

Anton opens the door to meet a class of students and an adult teacher who really needs a shave and caffeine. He looks at anton in a slightly menacing way before gesturing him to sit.

anton sits in an empty desk in the back and takes out his materials.

"before i begin today's classes, Anyone here respect the lgbtq?"

Almost half of the class raised their hands. The teacher chuckles darkly before slamming his book on his desk. ( little homophobia)

"Let me tell you little brats something, Those faggots and monstrosities are not humans, They're just things that we need to get rid of in this world. i'm telling you this because you're still young kids so you can still change your perspectives."

The other half of the class loudly agrees while anton and the half who raised their hands clench their fists tightly. Anton was so mad that he needed to look out of the window to relax but was confused to see Something flying through the window. His eyes widened at what it was.

"Teacher, duck!"

The teacher look at him angrily but before he could shout, the window on his right shatters as something pierces through his brain. Blood begins to drop from everywhere as the corpse falls down. Everyone was terrified and most of them scrambled out of the class. Anton wanted to get out of there as well but stilled.

"something definitely killed this teacher, it's a supernatural occurrence that's for sure. i should stay here and find some clues."

He stands up and looks around the classroom. he surveyed the window, the glass was everywhere the weapon was thrown with a lot of strength. then he turns around and looks at the body, he was about to pull the weapon out when the door flew open.

"Hey, stop right there!"

The polices rush forward and handcuff anton who tries to struggle free. " you're under arrest for murder."

"wait but i didn't-"

"we'll talk more at the station and with your guardians there."

Anton is slowly led away into the police car. Some students try to speak up for his innocence but it's all brushed off by the police.

however nobody seems to realize that there was something or someone listening to the entire ordeal as they clench their head and hands.

"why.... are.... you...hurting him....again?"

They were in pain again from the memories they recovered, they want to help but how can they? then they saw something follow the police car. their eyes widened, it was as if their body instincts were on because they immediately dashes after the car as well.

"i won't let you hurt him again!"

*timeskip*

Anton is currently in a prison cell while his mother is discussing with the police. his mother knows that anton didn't do it but the police wouldn't think otherwise just because he was the only one near the body.

"i mean there might be some evidence that might prove otherwise you know"

"what else do you need? we caught him as he was killing him?"

"don't you think my son was caught at a bad time?"

"miss, i know you love your son but we caught him pulling out the murder weapon. besides i heard he supports the lgbtq. hahhhah He's definitely the culprit for sure. only fags like him will commit crimes."

"uhh sir please don't"

"oh come on don't you agree? those degenerates of gods should be dead."

suddenly the lights begin flickering as the police keeps sprouting his nonsense. the lights above the police keeps dangling as the apprentice keeps telling him to move.

the lights come crashing down on his head spilling glass everywhere. blood seeps down his entire body as the apprentice scream for his life and the mother at disbelief.

Anton feels hands roaming around his body. he looks around to see a ghost trying to feel his body. he was scared and there was nothing he could do, his arms were handcuffed.

His mother gets the key to unlock the cell and is surprised at seeing the ghost. she tries to get it off but her hands went past it.

"GET OFF MY SON!"

"HAHHAHAH you can't do anything to me!"

"but i can"

A fan cuts the ghost head off as it roars in pain before turning into ash. The mother and son hug. they both look at the ghost who helped. They had a bloody oni mask on with 2 horns sprouting from their head and a bloody dark red kimono. their hands are pale with claws on the end of their fingers, with the right one holding a fan with a hidden blade among them.

Anton should be scared but the ghost has some sense of comfort that he was familiar with.

"pharm?"

hearing the voice made the ghost widens its eyes before returning into its original form.

Anton expected to see the normal pharm but it seems pharm had evolve or some kind, because pharm's face is no longer burned revealing the beauty within. his kimono no longer burned shows a red color with sakura flowers.

"hello auntie, i know you must be confused but please i mean no harm."

Anton hugs pharm ghostly body who returned it.

"thanks for saving me."

They went home and the family kinda had a serious discussion with pharm who real name is y/n

This house was y/n back in the past. He was a orphan who was bullied for being gay. Until one day he decided to commit suicide. He still felt pain but it was better than nothing. However, the many rituals that the townsfolks inflicted on him seems to have summoned many other spirits that eventually possessed the whole town.

He uses his demonic powers that he gain from his death to kill all of them and sealed them in the 2 locked rooms in this house. however because he lost his memories one of the door unlocked causing some of those demons to inhabit the town.

after sharing the general information with anton's family, they had dinner and bonded together. y/n and anton laid on his bed staring at the ceiling.

"you know there was one more thing i didn't tell them."

"what was that?"

Y/n locked his lips together with anton as a wave of memories spread through his mind. how they were once lovers, how y/n killed him because he was possessed, how they cried.

"glad to see that you remembered too, P'dean"

oh how he missed how cheesy they were to call each other by the main leads of until we meet again. but they had always believed in reincarnation.

"missed you too pharm"

They locked lips again, this time with a bit more ferocity. Their tongue entered each other's mouths as they slowly take off the other's clothes. y/n's body was slowly disappearing. they knew they had to be fast. the moment anton's shorts are gone, y/n immediately put that large cock into his hole and immediately ride it. Anton immediately vibrate from the tightness. It had been too long.

"you know-ahh-you would always ahh-rock me into the mattress-ugh but for today-omg-i'll make sure you'll see stars"

y/n clenches harder on the cock making anton whimpers as he drills the cock with strong thrusts.

"heheh, your cock is twitching so much, does it feel that good?"

Anton can only nods as he keeps thrusting into the hot hole.

"ahh ahh heh i feel your precum you know, come on give me all that baby batter, remember how you always wanted to knock me up? Look much your cock is making my belly bulge"

Remembering that only makes him whimpers even more as he ruts even faster into y/n

"yes ahh ahh yes that's it, give-ahh-me-your-CUM"

anton came with a growl, pumping torrents of hot cum into y/n ghostly body. They connected their lips together they kiss under the moonlight. Y/n's body was glowing as more cum keeps flowing into him as his stomach bulge. Finally the last drop of cum was shot into y/n as they pull away.

"i'll see you again anton."

"I'll see you again y/n"

They lean their forehead together as y/n disappears into multiple butterflies.

Anton watches the butterflies swirl around him before disappearing.

Anton puts his shorts back on before closing his eyes smiling.

*timeskip*

Anton was walking home from school after his completing his first year there. He was unlocking the door when he felt a tap on his shoulder. Smiling, he turns around to see a boy looking back at him.

"Good to see you again, y/n."

"i'm back, jagiya."

They lean for a kiss as the flowers petals flow around, marking their fated reunion.

#male idol x male reader #fanfiction #romance #gay #kpop male idol x male reader #riize anton #anton lee #riize x male reader #riize #smut #horror

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henrysglock · 6 months

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A Little Catholic Calendar Math for March 1959

Something I can't believe I didn't do earlier, especially regarding my book of revelation post (here) is the calendar math on the Creel murders for both Henry and Edward.

Specifically, I want to talk about Easter of 1959.

As we know, Edward's murders occurred late on March 21st, 1959, and the bodies were discovered the next morning: March 22nd, 1959.

(lifted from Em's post here)

Can we guess what that Sunday was? Anyone?

It was Palm Sunday.

Palm Sunday being when Jesus enters Jerusalem, marking the beginning of Holy Week.

It also happens to be the day Edward would have officially been entered into HNL.

Interestingly, the Saturday before Palm Sunday is known as Lazarus Saturday, as it marks the day when Jesus raised Lazarus from the dead as proof that he would be resurrected when the time came.

A miracle of resurrection...on the night of Edward Creel's murders. (Staring at El's resurrection powers, featured front and center in ST4...)

Now, as we also know, the Creel boys ended up in a week-long coma:

That next Saturday is Holy Saturday, also known as Black Saturday or Easter Vigil...

...Commemorating Christ's descent into Hell.

—cough cough—

Anyway.

Edward, then, would have woken up on Easter Sunday:

...making his story an altered version of the resurrection of Christ.

That was Edward. Now, let's talk about Henry.

Henry's murders took place the night of Wednesday, March 25th, 1959, and the bodies were discovered the next day: Thursday, March 26th, 1959.

Holy Wednesday and Holy Thursday respectively.

What's so special about Holy Wednesday?

Holy Wednesday, also known as Spy Wednesday, is the day that Judas betrayed Jesus.

The bodies, then, were discovered on Holy Thursday, the last mass before Easter.

Then Henry, like Edward, has his coma. However. This seven-day coma means that Henry does not wake up on Easter Sunday.

He wakes up on April Fools.

He's a false Christ. He's not the droid we're looking for.

None of these dates line up again until...you guessed it: 1986

Chrissy dies on March 21st, Friday of Sorrows. She's found on March 22nd, Lazarus Saturday. Fred dies on Lazarus Saturday. Max is cursed on March 23rd, Palm Sunday. Patrick dies on March 25th, Holy Tuesday. Max falls into a coma on March 27th, Holy Thursday. The full gang meets up after the 2 day jump: March 29th, Black Saturday.

Season 5 will pick up after March 30th: Easter Sunday, 1986.

All of this corroborates what I've been saying since March: We've got a holy trinity, but it's not the one you think it is.

As I laid out in my Book of Revelation post, Edward/Vecna/001 has a frankly insane amount of Catholic God coding.

Here are some highlights, if you don't want to read the entire thing:

Our Holy Trinity, in Stranger Things, is likely Edward, Brenner, and the Shadow. Christ the Son, God the Father, and the Holy Spirit.

And all of this...with Henry and El as false/failed Christs, scapegoats for the real deal (see: El being blamed for both One and Vecna's murders, when in fact she's been standing against both the entire time).

This post also serves as my retraction re: Will as Christ. (Gasp! James retracting a statement? Say it ain't so...) I'd like to send the statement in another direction, because this isn't me saying that Will is unimportant. While, in my opinion, Will is not a part of our big Holy Trinity...I personally see him as a prophet, much like St. John of Patmos, rather than one of the Big 3. That's not to say I'm staunchly against him as a Christ figure, but it just doesn't hit quite right for me anymore.

#stranger things and the bible #henry creel #edward creel #timeline theory #stranger things

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mulling-over-milgram · 25 days

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☘︎✦♥ - scrap book page analysis - ♥✦☘︎

Writing

Now I can’t read Japanese very well but I think what’s written was

地球

And 海理星

Heavenly body..?

so assuming I’ve not made a mistake somewhere these both reference space (globes and earth / stars) which is theme throughout the art but also with remi one of the few prisoners they are close to. Speaking if remi-

planets

The stickers appear to be earth/Saturn? Or Uranus? The colour makes me think Uranus but Uranus’s rings are usually portrayed as being vertical and its pretty hit or miss if its portrayed with rings at all were as Saturn is always portrayed with them so I’m not sure..

and the last one is harder to discern but I think it’s probably either venus or Jupiter? It looks the most like Jupiter but I hesitate to say it definitely is Jupiter since it doesn’t have Jupiter’s distinctive storm it also reminds me of venus but not actual Venus but the stylised depictions of it but it really could be anything since apart from Saturn and earth lots of the planets are drawn the same…but we do know for sure earth and again assuming that the translation was correct this connects back to 地球 and if the planet is Saturn we can connect that to remi’s saviour art were she has a Saturn on her shirt.

Also some thing I’m not 100% sure on is I think that the saviour art is the first time remi is connected with Saturn since I don’t think its in her memory art and I don’t think I’ve seen it anywhere else other then her saviour verdict art so maybe Saturn is connected to the saviour verdict???

Four leaf clover

yay another instance of 001 being portrayed with four leaf clovers to add to the collection! :D

I don’t have a super solid theory on why they are associated with them. There is of course the common superstition that four leaf clovers bring luck which I’m sure has something to do with it.

hotaru’s VD name Docetae seems to reference Jesus? and apparently clovers can be a symbol for the holy trinity but that seems like its always a three leaf so clover so that doesn’t make sense another place said that eve took a clover with her when she left the garden but its pretty much another dead end the only way I could think of connecting it was

life = garden

death = leaving edin

so “I'm here Right into Hell, I'll take you with me” killing somebody taking them from life (garden) and with hotaru to death??? (Leaving the garden)

There was one place that said that four leaf clovers could help you see evil spirts and be able to escape them but I couldn’t find any other references to spirts and four leaf clovers so this just a complicated way if saying it’s probably luck

it probably just symbolises luck and every other symbolism avenue I looked down hit a dead end

Extra thoughts

-their are so many clouds in hotaru’s various arts not surprised to see them here just don’t know what they could mean…

-with the planets / craft jewels that look somewhat like stars and the two words it seems there are potential alot of references to remi it was way to much of a stretch for its own section but its even possible to connect the line patterning on hotaru’s clothes and the arts bg back to her??

-sad wet cat

#I’m so used to writing chromo-gram that I wrote hotaru’s prisoner number in the chromo-gram format and didn’t even notice #Till going to spell check the post

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ghostssweetgirl · 1 year

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Simon Ghost Riley x Fem!Reader Smut What's for Dinner? Pt. 2

a/n - i apologize if i didn't use lingerie or items of your favorite color or to your liking, but i chose colors like red, black, etc. as, well... it reminds me of Ghost.

read part 1 here. you can read it by itself, but makes more sense after reading the first part :) <3

pairing: simon ghost riley x fem reader

cw: bondage, use of gags/ropes/blindfold/etc., breeding kink (ghost cums in you), overstimulation. use of "daddy". pleasure dom ghost, spitting.

word count: 2.3k~

minors, do not interact. 18+ only !!

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You finish your meal, still feeling a bit out of your mind from how hard you just came, then soon get up to put dishes in the sink. You want to clean them now, but you figure they'll still be there by time you and Simon finish up fucking like rabbits for the night. You missed him too much to worry about chores tonight. You hope he'll let you return the favor he gave you, but you don't even know what he has planned. You smile softly walking to your closet to change into something to get him worked up over after he's done with his shower.

Still letting Lana Del Rey play in the background, now muffled as you walk into your shared room and close the door, you browse your wardrobe to choose lingerie to wear to surprise him. You settle on a silky red, mesh patterned set to slip into. Covering up with a meshed red robe with a fur trim, oh you know he'll tear this right off, but it'll be worth it.

You run in place excited, giggling to yourself, he's going to love this!

You know red compliments your skin tone, and he loves red on you. It's his favorite, definitely. You allow yourself to get comfy on your side of the bed, reading a self-help book to skim through.

You hear the water turn off, then him shuffling around. Your heartbeat quickens as you anticipate what's going to happen. Keeping your cool, you focus as hard as you can on the book in front of you, trying not to get overly excited. Your mind betrays you as you imagine him drying off, wet droplets soaking his toned abs, his hard chest, muscles flexing while he moves. God, he's so fucking hot. You admire him like it's a school crush, still feeling giddy when you look at him, cheeks flushing red.

Hearing his steps through the hallway, and closet door opening. You wonder what he's doing, but again, keep cool and wait until he sees your surprise. The door opens and you peek in his direction, seeing the box in his hand. It's full of rope, gags, blindfolds, feathers, whips, handcuffs, you name it - though, some things are saved for specific times. Ah, fuck, you gulp. The towel sits at his waist and you're able to take in his toned body. Every scar, ever crease, every vulnerability of Simon "the Ghost" Riley. He smirks at you with that devilish glint in his eyes. You set the book down as you give him your full attention.

"God, y/n... You don't know what you do to me," he shakes his head, tongue peeking out to wet his lips as he admires you.

Blushing, you bite your lip as you both are eye-fucking each other. "Simon... Fucking hell, daddy. Driving me crazy over here."

He chuckles. "Driving you crazy? Oh, sweetheart."

He tsks his lips while he walks to your side of the bed, which sinks as he sits down, grabbing your leg to rest on his lap, settling in between your legs. "You... Dressing so beautifully for me. Really got me going crazy. And earlier... holy fuck, y/n. That was the sexiest thing ever."

You hide your beet-red face as you're reminded of earlier. "Simon!" you playfully complain as his hands snake all over your body, feeling the soft material on his rough fingers. Grabbing at every bit of meat he can.

He straddles you, thighs on either side, pinning you down. His towel loosening, you feel his cock swaying and hitting your thighs as he kisses the exposed skin on your neck, earning pleased moans from you. Your fingers tug through his damp brunette hair, leaning up into hungry kisses.

"Feeling needy already? Ready for more, sweet girl?"

Mhmm.

Nodding your head, your arms are pinned above your head as he grabs the box in one swift motion, grabbing the handcuffs. You're now handcuffed to the posts of your bedframe, nowhere to go. Not that you'd want to go anywhere. You love Simon when he's like this.

Letting his face meet yours, lips barely brushing past each other. "We're going to play a game," he smirks. "You make a sound, I stop."

And just like that, your robe is untied, resting beside your breasts, your set quickly removed as well. He takes ropes and ties your legs to either side of the bottom of the bed, spreading them apart for easy access. Surrendering underneath him, your chest heaves from your fast breaths. Struggling not to make any sounds, you just watch his every move in awe.

Kisses being peppered down your bare chest, taking your hard buds into his mouth, roughly sucking on each. Mouth parting, you take a quick breath in, and refrain from even breathing too loud. His wet lips explore your abdomen, down to your heat.

Oh, God. I don't know if I can handle round two of this... you doubt yourself silently.

He leans back and grabs something. A dark fabric. As he crawls up to you, he gestures you to lift your head, and he puts it over your eyes.

Returning to between your legs, you feel his hot breath against your clit. The warm air makes you shudder, trying to close your legs - failing. You sink your hips into the bed, trying to almost run away - you know it'll be too much.

"Unh-uhhh..." he tuts. "Can't run away from me, baby. Let me taste the little lady again, hm?"

He sucked your clit into his mouth sharply, causing you to tense up. Holding your breath, you don't know how long you can be quiet like this. The intensity of his tongue circling your clit while being pinched between his lips is causing white flashes to lick the back of your eyes.

Your head is lolling back and forth, your breath is unsteadied and you're at the point where you're contemplating making a noise to get him to stop. He slips two fingers into you, and that's when you lose it. Letting out a high-pitched whine. He sticks by his word, and he stops.

"What did I say, luv?"

"Nnngh... Not to... Not to make noise..."

"Mhm. And what did you just do?" he cups your cheek. You feel his presence above you, intimidating you.

"Made... made noise... I'm sorry! It was too much, Simon..." you pleaded.

He grunts. "Hm."

He goes back for another taste, still not getting enough. Your legs shake as you beg him, please fuck me, daddy. Simon~. Fuck me, baby. Please, I want you. S'bad. Can't take anymore!

Releasing your puffy lips with a pop, he unties your ankles and pushes your legs to your chest and creates a pretty pattern looped around your thighs and ass, holding them in place, where your cunt is even more exposed to him. He repositions you further up, placing a pillow under your ass then finally takes the blindfold off. As your eyes adjust to the dimness of the room, a black and red ball gag is placed between your lips. Your moans are muffled now as you stare into his eyes lovingly.

"Fuckin' hell. Your cunt looks lovely like this, darling," he praises you with his raspy voice.

He slowly buries his middle and ring finger inside of you, earning muffled whimpers, pleas, and praise from your mouth. Slow at first, watching the way your body reacts to just two of his fingers fascinates him. He fastens his pace, hitting you deeper in a "come-hither" motion. Tears falling from your shut eyes, mascara and eyeliner dripping past your cheeks, your moans are non-stop, connected, needy.

"You going to squirt for me, darling?" he purrs.

You nod your head and whine, mhmm! mhmm!

"Yeah?" he mocks you, glaring into your eyes. Pressing his other hand on your lower belly - he knows what he's doing. "Yeah?"

Nodding your head again, your muffled "yes" causes him to piston even deeper, faster. The sudden urge of having to pee shoots through you. Your back arches as you gush clear fluid all over him and the sheets. Your squirt results in his abs glistening with your arousal as he breathes heavier, pleased with his work.

"Good fucking slut for daddy," he rubs your clit softly, still working you through your climax.

He never breaks eye contact with you, watching you intently as you try to recover from the intense pleasure he just coaxed out of you. You feel the tip of his cock brush past your thigh, feeling his throbbing tip, precum leaking out in beads. You so badly want his cock in your mouth, to be his fleshlight - to please him like he pleased you. He must notice how you're eyeballing his cock.

"Don't worry, baby. You'll get to suck it later. Right now, I just wanna feel this pretty little cunt wrapped around me."

You whine, disappointed, but understandably. You crave his cock just as much as he's craving you. He never fails to please you, he knows every inch of your body, and you're close to being fucked out as your mind becomes hazy. All you knew is that you wanted your man buried to the hilt inside of you.

As drool spills out your mouth which coats the ball gag nicely, he gathers slick from your cunt with the tip of his cock. He groans out as he ruts against your heat. Teasing himself, he lets his head disappear into your puffy lips, barely entering inside of you, allowing you both to adjust to this... intrusion.

"Fuck, princess. Gonna let me in?" he smirks as he's trying to thrust farther inside of you, feeling the tight grip of your walls struggle to fully take him in.

Muffled noises of yes, mhm, please fall out of your mouth. Your eyes screw shut as you try to adjust to the size of him again, being months since he's last been inside of you.

"I missed this perfect little cunt, baby," he coos as he leans down, kissing and sucking on your bottom lip, collecting the saliva from the ball gag, he finally takes it off and spits it back into your mouth.

Mouth now free, you moan loudly, leaning up pouting, hoping he'd kiss you more.

"I missed your cock, Simon!" you mewl seductively. Already feeling close, you bite your lip and look at him. His mouth is parted, grunting and letting some moans fall out of his mouth, you appreciate the fact that this fine ass man chose you, and he fucks you, he wants you. You get a little jealous and riled up thinking of someone else having him like this. Your brows furrow as you part your mouth, ready to sing his name and beg him for more.

"Fuck me harder, Simon. You're mine," you smirk at him. "You feel so fucking good. Right there! O-oh right there!"

He obliges your command and fucks into you harder, but slower. Each thrust passionate, deeper. Leaning down, he takes your head into both of his hands and swallows your moans. He loves seeing you fucked out from him, mouth pouting, pussy wet and squelching wet sounds from your mixed juices. He loves seeing you in a way that no one else can.

It feeds his ego as you can no longer form sentences. Brain rotted from the pleasure he's spoiling you with. God, he fucking missed you. Hated his fucking job sometimes for being away from you so long but coming back to this. He'd do it over and over again for you - this.

He grips your thighs tight enough where there will be bruises, and thrusts into you at an animalistic pace. Raspy grunts fill your ears as he's riding out his high, helping you chase yours.

"Fuck," he groans out. "Gonna cum. Cum for me, y/n. Cum, cum on my cock."

Though you didn't react to his demand, your body did. Your pussy clenched impossibly tighter around his girth as you released, causing a deep moan to erupt from him as you feel his cock throb inside of you.

He falls limp on top of you, careful not to crush you. As you both breathe heavily, he lazily undoes the handcuffs, rubbing the raw spot on your wrists.

"Jesus, y/n..." he pants.

You giggle quietly and kiss his cheek tenderly. "Simon... I love you."

"I love you, too."

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Until he leaves again in a week, you guys really do fuck like rabbits, if not more. He unloaded probably a pound of cum inside of you since he's been back. Everywhere. In the shower, the kitchen counter, the living room, the back porch at night. Every fucking where.

He never leaves you unsatisfied when he leaves for months at a time. And you know to expect him to ravage you upon his return, just like this time. But each time, it gets better and better. More hungry, more passionate.

He planned to propose to you the next time he returned home. Of course, this was new to Simon as he didn't live a good childhood, so he's undoubtedly nervous about the whole situation. But he trusts you, and genuinely loves you. He never thought he'd find someone to spend the rest of his life with until he found you.

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Good Omens S1 Ep3 Hard Times

I love this episode

The first time we watched this and the credits hit halfway through after the catalogue of Gay Throughout The Ages we had to pause and have EmotionsTM

It hits even harder watching it after watching season 2 because all the extra details it gives us:

The change in Crowley from the Flood to Job.

The flirtatiousness of the French Revolution scene

The backstory from the Resurrectionists informing the fight about Holy Water

It hits so deliciously all of it.

Side note: Why was young Shadwell so hot? That was unnecessary

And then the rest of the episode is also so good! It flows well and the camera work in Heaven is so good at making you uncomfortable and nervous. And I always note how he goes out of his way to big up Crowley as this clever adversary who did this on purpose. He knows this will get back to hell and he's trying to make it seem like Crowley was tricking heaven, fooling them. Being clever.

And the bandstand fight is ugh. How many times is Neil Gaiman going to make me watch these two break up?

Because depending on how you look at it we get 4

The Holy Water Fight

The Bandstand

The Second Offer to Run Away and The Subsequent Rejection Outside the Bookshop (Debatable)

Season 2

After the episode I had an interesting discussion with the Husband about it as an adaption because they prefer Season 2. Which I find interesting, because this was our favourite ep of Season 1 and it had the most that wasn't in the original book added. And while this is in our top 3 adaptions of books to film it is interesting that while we think it's excellent, when it's staying close to the book it feels ever so slightly off because we have a vision or idea of how it should go and look in our heads that doesn't necessarily match up.

But once it's doing it's own thing with new material it feels more right.

It's not a bad adaption at all, we both still adore it but it's interesting. I think he notices it more than me because he's watched Season 2 more recently.

Anyway, I love this episode

Ratings:

Story: 9/10 - how could it be less after that opening sequence?

Acting: 10/10 - Mr. Sheen and Mr. Tennant decided to break my fucking heart after all

Gay: 10/10 - again how could it be less after that opening sequence?

Enjoyment: 9/10 - love this episode

Effects: 6.5/10 - a little be eh in places but!

Charm: 9/10 - now to be transparent if we hadn't watched the second season already it would be a 8 but because we had it made it all that more charming

Cringe: -1/0 - I'm sorry but Aziraphale being smug he got one over on the Nazi's always makes me physically cringe

Aged Like Milk: 0/0

Overall ranking:

S Tier

#retro watching #s1 ep3 #good omens #hard times #good omens 2 spoilers

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sarahhelpimsinking · 8 months

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Warm heart even warmer hands pt 1

So it’s 12 am at my cabin 😝 and I ran out of books and my google docs work without internet so here, also I know nothing about how the actual law works or injury’s so here’s this steaming pile of twilight crap this Takes place in new moon 😚✌️ also this is literally just me like the description and what not and also all my fics the characters from Alaska because I am ( I posted this days after I wrote it)

I’m running, fast. The branches are ripping at my arms scratching me, I’m gasping for air, damn I knew skipping PE was going to come back and bite me in the ass. I don’t know where my friend had gone I hope she was all right, I could hear him behind me catching up. I was weaving between trees blood dripping down my face. HE WAS RIGHT BEHIND ME his hand gripped my shoulder and I had no other defenses so I whipped around and launched my self at him, he grunted and we hit the ground rolling and fists hitting skin, my glasses fell off in the chaos. He was a full grown man with a knife and I was a scared unfit girl. We were about the same weight though, his fist cought my head and my ear rang I brought my fist up and hit him in the nose,blood poured, he somehow got me on my back and was now sneering at me I screamed before a slap to the face cut me off. He leaned in close, his breath smelled foul “stupid bitch” fight or flight was in hyper drive now, i craned my neck up and slammed my head so hard into his that pain splintered my vision. He screamed and rolled off blood pouring from both of our faces,

I rolled up as fast as I could my vision blurry and shaky, not having my glasses made this much worse and I tried to make another run for it. He must have gotten up and his knife made contact with my arm, I let out a sound between a yelp and a scream but I just grabbed my arm and sped up. I was now running faster then I ever have in my life adrenaline keeping me going. I made it to the edge of the forest that leads to la push beach close to sam uleys house. He was still behind me I screamed SAM and made a sharp turn in the sand up the little road to his house. As I was booking it up the road I saw people on the porch but I couldn’t make it out without my glasses on, they saw me and I screamed HELP as the man reached me again, he launched himself at me and I fought like hell both of us grunting in pain he slammed my hand Into the ground and I bit the shit out of his arm and elbowed his stomach, he only got in another punch before a buff native boy pulled him off me more surrounded us and beat the hell out of him and knocked him out. I was swiftly picked up by one of them, which was no easy feat I was 250 pounds and 5’8. My vision was going in and out and I could hear them talking to me. All I could mutter was “holy shit” that last hit had my head swimming, I was set on a couch I think, I looked up and woman was crouching next to me talking, she had scars all over her face but even those couldn’t dampen her soft beauty, Emily I think her name was I met her once awhile ago, it was like my ears were filled with cotton, they were ringing. I closed my eyes for a bit and the ringing stopped. She was no longer in front of me but beside me with a med kit, I looked at her and her eyes were wide with concern “ are you okay?” She asked.“no I said scratchily “not really” Sam now reappeared with a bunch of the boys “ok, y/n Right? I nodded “ what happened ” I swallowed panickedly suddenly aware of what just happened I opened my mouth and just started rambling “ I was just at my friends house and we were walking through the woods messing around, and this guy just showed up out of know where acting bat shit craz, he launched himself at me and my friend ran to get help.” I said on the verge of tears started to hyperventilate with reopened panic. I felt Emily hand on my arm rubbing small circles on my skin soothingly. Sam looked at me anger and simpithy in his gaze “ we called the police they should be here soon but do you feel like you have any broken bone or anything really wrong?” I shook my head “me head just hurts I said in a strained voice, the lights were dancing infront of my eyes and I couldn’t see clearly. One of the boys I think his name was Jacob, Bella talks of him constantly asked “ how far away is your friends house we should go check on her” I looked up and tried to think “ uh it’s close to the gas station like a mile away from it” then I shook my head “ I’m sorry I can’t remember the address” alright we will go and check up on her” Emily then shooed the boys out and tried to tend to my wounds while cooing at me softly, I really liked her, she smelled like cinnamon and a fire place. When I heard sirens I stood up at her protest and tried to walk to the door but it was more like limping all the adrenaline had worn off and now I was hurting.. badly. I pushed open the screen door and saw Charlie I immediately pushed my self into his arms crying, he hugged me tight. Charlie was a fimaliar face in all of this

and I couldn’t help but cling to him, I’m friends with Bella swan his daughter and he’s also my dads bestfriend. He loaded me up in his cruiser and raced me to the hospital.

The next couple hours were a blur, I had a very severe concussion a sprained wrist and a large gash on my head and arm. Luckily they weren’t very deep. They kept me over night, my friend that was with me, Mary, was alright just shaken up. She had called the police when she made it back to her house.

I was taken home the following morning and boy was I glad, I was so bored and the nurse had bad vibes. My mom and dad were hysterical hugging me and crying and just felt so detached like it hadn’t really happened, I knew I would have to deal with this new trauma sometime but not now. I know this is so shallow but after I came to my senses as I was lying there in the hospital bed all I could think about was how bad I must have looked and how GOOD all those la push boys looked, it’s mortifying to think about the state I must have been in, well that I’m in I still hadn’t been able to shower and I was in a hospital gown. Eventually my mom and dad took me home, my mom was hovering and I guess that’s to be expected, I took a shower and brushed my hair and changed into pajama pants and i put on my favorite maroon hoodie, my glasses had broke when it all went down, so I had my backup old pair which wasn’t my full prescription but better then nothing. My head of curly hair was a total and absolute mess when I looked in the mirror before my shower, in fact all of me was, my hair was matted with blood and my forehead had a deep cut and bruises were blooming along my skin. I was able to have today to rest but tomorrow I had to go in for my statement but that’s for another day today I was going to pass out in my own bed and sleep for the next 15 hours.

#Paul lahote #paul lahote imagine #paul lahote x reader #twilight imagine #bella swan #embry call #jacob black imagine #twlight

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therobishow · 9 months

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Saw your post and who am I to deny an opportunity to rant about terrible terrible twilight knock offs?

Okay so ever since twilight came out in 2005, there's been a load of knock offs inspired by the "vampire=hot and sexy/mysterious" and while some of them are, this author P.C cast and Kristen Cast saw the idea and cranked it up more than was necessary because what the hell.

The book is called House of Night and there are lots of books. And the idea of being a vampire was that you had to be marked/chosen in order to undergo it's transformation which. If you were chosen, you had to be with a fully fledged vampire until you were fully fledged yourself which is a long process (around four years) and what is a better place than being with a bunch of fully grown vampires than a academy with other chosen with the fledglings as the teachers?

I'm not gonna lie, it's a great concept but it's terrible what the authors done with it. Transformations don't always work and the chosen sometimes die, but in order to prevent this- you had to be pretty and not fat. Shockingly this isn't the worst thing on the list of how many messed up things this book had done

Then the authors worsen the book more by having the characters be problematic. (They sl#t shame a lot and this doesn't make sense since it's common knowledge that drinking human blood /blood in general is sexual in the story)

Examples include saying the r word, fetishizing queer characters, making a white character "twins" with a black character because they're just so alike like using aave as an example (and the black character she's twinning with is terribly written as well so it just ends up more terrible)

And absolutely terribly horrendous relationships!!

The main character is the "not like other girls tm" and so she gets the bad boy, some sort of thousand year old grandpa boyfriend, a TEACHER boyfriend, and a human boyfriend 😭 (for the amount of shaming this book has, the main character is getting busy with every boy she meets)

AND WHAT MAKES THIS BOOK MORE WORSE is that they thought it was cool to use Indigenous culture but strip everything about said culture so they can fit use what they thought was cool to use in the story. Im happy for any type of indigenous reputation as an indigenous person myself but WHY

They just made the main character (who was named Zoey redbird btw, cool last name tbh but absolutely shitty character) have op powers and call her a "Cherokee princess" with no respectful mention of Cherokee culture at all. They just made their own thing and slapped the word Cherokee on it and shipped it as representation.

For a character that's supposed to be non-white, she was acting the opposite despite being close with her grandma who was Indigenous (+ being stereotypical) and inheriting op powers that were meant to be from her "culture"

PISSES ME OFF SO MUCH

I don't even know how I saw past the red flags as a kid reading this book but now that I have, I'm just so angry just thinking about it 😭

I hope this rant of mine was entertaining

I was just on the right side of too old to hear about this series back when it came out. So let me tell you, it was an absolute trip to see what was in these books when my friends started raving about them a few years later.

Like, this? This is what they were so hyped about? I'd rather them tell me how much they love 50 Shades - well, okay, that's a little too far, but still.

I truly don't understand how any woman survived the absolute peak of fatphobia that we hit in the 2000s. And I'm including myself in that. No idea how I lived through it. These were the days when people were calling Britney Spears fat for being a size 4 instead of a 0. How did women not just collectively die off? Don't get me wrong, I'm glad that we made it through, but holy hell it was by the skin of our teeth.

So someone really needs to tell me what the actual hell was going on in the 2000s that made every piece of teen media present teacher/student relationships like a totally cool and not abusive and traumatizing thing. Remember how grossed out everyone was by the Archie/Grundy relationship in Riverdale? In the 2000s, no one would have batted an eye at that. It would have fit right in with every other teen show at the time. I can't watch hardly any of my favorite high school shows anymore because of that. Ugh, so gross.

And holy shit I forgot she was indigenous! Well, in heavy quotes at least. That Cherokee Princess nonsense is such a White People move and I just can't. I don't know what's worse regarding indigenous rep, House of Night or Twilight. My man Charles de Lint isn't perfect and he's fucked it up a few times, but at least he actually tries and shows respect (um, hey, if he's actually far worse than I think, please let me know).

But, hey, in maybe possibly good news, apparently the writers are trying to convince the publishers to let them rewrite the series so they can do something about all the problematic stuff. That at least has the potential of growth for them

#literature #books #house of night #Asks

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whatdoyoumeanitsnotcanon · 2 years

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(*screams into the void* TW for: violence against reader, implied SA, loss of family members, one slur against reader.)

"Hell is empty, and all the devils are here."

Nothing could have prepared you for the noise.

Despite all of the discipline you had gained over the years, chaos screamed, and boomed, and if it wasn't thundering in your ears louder than ever, it would have drowned out your heartbeat.

Fire rained out of the black sky, trailing behind drop pods warped almost beyond recognition by the influence of Chaos. Where they hit the ground, large plumes of flame rose, and spread, and a cacophony of screams, material and psychic, rang out from the valley below you.

The planet's defenses had collapsed like children's toys under the assault, and orbital bombardment had quickly erased most hopes of calling for aid.

The red glow of the burning settlement lit your way as you scrambled up the rocky mountainside, pulling your coat closer to your body. You might have lingered on the fact that the sum of your entire life fit in the pockets of said coat, but the terror in your mind handily drowned out all thoughts but run.

You were unarmed, in the traditional sense. Neoth, however, had seen to it that you possesed a wide array of psychic attacks, though he had instructed (ordered) you to avoid combat at any cost.

Neoth.

For the first time in years, you found yourself distrustful of your mentor. He had offered no further explanation of his plan to evacuate you, and seemingly only you, from the besieged planet, other than that you should make for this particular plateau, about a mile from your home.

Your family's home.

You'd spent your entire childhood on this planet. While you'd come to know much beyond it through Neoth's tutelage, you were deeply conflicted about abandoning Absen to the grip of Chaos. The people here didn't like you. You were often glassy eyed, you saw too much to see them as more than ants sometimes, their minds unopened like stubborn buds. You didn't like to consider yourself better than any of them, but had you attempted to warn them of the incoming invasion, they would have sold you to Inquisition without a second thought.

So you left it all behind. The graves of your father and brothers, the messy kitchen, the little garden that grew nothing but hardy, tasteless spuds but you tended anyway. Your journals, all you had learned from age 11, were tucked away in your inner pockets.

You spared one last glance backwards from the gate.

"Yield, xenos scum!"

You jabbed your power sword, actually a stick from the garden, into Olin's ribs.

"No! Defeated at last by a mere child!" He collapsed dramatically to the ground, clutching the 'wound.'

You placed your bare foot on his chest. "I'm no child! I'm a mighty Space Marine!"

"You've got it wrong, sister, girls can't be Space Marines." Rion flipped the page on his book from his seat on the porch.

"They can too!"

"Cannot."

"Can too!"

"What are the lot of you yelling about?" Your Father leaned out of the doorway, his graying hair stuck to his forehead by sweat. Working on some machine again, no doubt.

"She thinks girls can be Space Marines."

"They can! I'll be the bravest Space Marine of them all someday, and they'll build a statue of me right there on Holy Terra!"

"No, sweetheart, all the Marines are men. You're thinking of the Sisters of Battle." Your Father smiled, but it was tight. Discouraging.

"Thats not fair!"

"I could be a Marine," Olin stood and brushed the dirt from shirt. "Maybe you should be the filthy xenos next time."

"But you're much better at it! You even look like-"

He tackled you to the ground, the two of you tumbling over each other in a whirl of limbs and insults.

Your Father pried you apart as Rion continued reading.

"Quit! Both of you! Throne, it's bad enough the Millitarum is already breathing down Rion's neck, I don't need you two looking like eager recruits!"

"Yes, Da." You replied in unison, looking at your feet.

"I'm not even old enough Da, I'm not joining up."

"You're fourteen, pushing fifteen, on some planets they recruit as young as nine, boy."

"I'm not joining up." He stared down your father defiantly. You wondered if he'd look at the officers like that, if they brought a draft notice.

"They might not give you a choice." Your Father stood for a time. Looking between Rion, Olin, and you.

"I'd fight them all, if they try and take him!" Olin punched the air at some invisible opponent. "I'll show those hoity toity recruiters how a real Imperial fights!"

"Yeah!" You brandished your stick.

"Emperor help all of you, little warmongers, there's enough bloodshed in this galaxy as it is. Come now, get washed for dinner."

You laughed as you followed your brothers into the house, engrossed in a discussion about exploding slingshots and booby traps for the front door.

When Rion was drafted two years later, your father held Olin back while you cried. He was dead not six months later. The recruiters had to drag Olin himself, two years later. You never stopped thinking of how they died, alone, so far from home.

You stood at the gate, glancing back, and turned away.

But the ghosts followed you, laughing like children, yelling at you, calling you coward, screaming, you wondered if they died screaming.

The top of the plateau came into view, and you turned to look back at the valley.

The settlement was collapsing in, it's towers engulfed in flame, and the rolling thunder of bolter fire, of bombs, and the roar of melta guns sang of death.

I'm here, Neoth.

No answer.

Neoth?

A figure came crashing through the nearby bushes, rythmic clanking, and heavy footsteps. Power armour. A Marine

No. Five. No. Ten. No. Fuck.

You had seen the Marines of Chaos before, in visions, the descendants of the Horus Heresy's traitors. Awful parodies of the Emperor's Angels, a hideous mockery of His design.

And they were somehow worse in person.

"Are you lost, poppet?" The nickname was sickening, coming from that horrible, sharpened maw. The leader wore no helmet, leaving his awful, predatory smile free to shine from his scarred face. You couldn't be sure which of the dread, false 'gods' they served. Khorne? Slaanesh? You rather hoped for the former, but the way you were being sized up like meat didn't bode well.

"No." Your voice was steady, somehow. "I'm right where I need to be."

"Well, what a lucky coincidence. We are too."

"You have business here?" You sounded so casual, to be conversing with your probable butchers, who had already visited such butchery upon your home.

"We do. Business, regarding little lost girls, wandering so far away so late at night. Must be past your bedtime. There's rules, you know." He began to advance, you backed away. Step by step.

"I wasn't aware your ilk observed such an orderly concept."

He chuckled, and his fellows responded. It was an ugly sound.

"Cheeky little thing, isn't she? What fun."

You were aware of the limited space behind you, that you couldn't back away forever. The Warp stirred at your fear, and your determination.

"Why don't I show you just what happens to cheeky little rulebreakers, poppet, hmm?" His posture shifted, fingers twitched.

Your fingers flexed.

"And just because you asked for it so nicely, we'll take. Our. Time."

He lunged as you crouched. He was faster than any normal human, but the Warp was as fast as your thoughts, fast like quicksilver.

Your hand hit the ground (your point of contact, the place where the intent of the Warp became the reality of Materium.) And a fan of lighting erupted outward.

The leader was thrown backwards and rolled into a crouch. His armour short circuited and he snarled in pain. "You nasty little cunt!"

"She's a psyker!"

"Open fire!"

You were already gone, using a burst of power to launch past the leader and under the incoming spray of bolter fire, the earth beneath you bending, allowing you cover as you searched for a way out.

You were seized from behind, roughly yanked and lifted up so you were face to face with the dead eyes of a helmet. The Marine revved his chainsword and wound up for the kill. You placed a palm against his cold, metal forehead and let loose a pulse of confusion.

He howled in pain and dropped you, you barely had time to recover from the impact before you were scrambling backwards under an assault from the chainsword. He swung it blindly, his mind cracked.

In desperation, you attempted to seize his nervous system. You could puppet normal humans without much fuss, though it was taxing and difficult. A Space Marine, you found, was a much more difficult target.

All you managed was to induce a breif seizure, however, it sent your assailant careening into a comrade, and both of them went snarling to the ground.

A stray bolter round went flying, and pierced a weak point in the armour of a third, thanks to a nudge of guidance from you. His knee exploded, and you would have congratulated yourself were there not a dozen others bearing down upon you.

You focused on a point, in the midst of their charge as they readied their guns and axes and blades, and channeled the most destructive forces you could reach. Your grief, yes, was potent. But this was rage.

The fire that erupted was white hot, like the most brilliant of small stars forging diamonds at their hearts, and the creatures went flying.

You killed a few of them, you felt it. Emperor, you could kill Space Marines.

From the still burning center of the crater, the leader came stalking, a few of his battle brothers standing as well, and you could feel the exhaustion tugging at you. Your energy was depleted.

You were going to die here.

You couldn't muster the strength to run as the beast pinned you to the ground by your throat. You could only claw helplessly at his gauntleted hand as he began to squeeze.

"Oh, no tricks left now, poppet?" He spat. "All that fuss for nothing."

Your vision began to fade.

"For a nothing, nobody, barely a slip of a girl on nothing, nowhere planet. Nobody's even gonna cry when you're dead, they won't remember you. It'll be like you never existed at all."

Your eyes rolled back and closed.

"You better pray to that corpse-God of yours, girl, because this is going to hurt."

There was a warm, wet splatter on your face. And the pressure around your neck released.

Your vision returned just slightly, and you saw a look of surprise plastered on the Chaos Marine's face. You glanced down, at the glinting blade piercing his breastplate.

He was hoisted off the ground, held aloft by a massive figure sillouetted against the red sky, and tossed, with the ceremony one would afford a broken doll, to the side.

You... You knew that armour.

No. It couldn't be. The golden plate, the guardian spear. Unmistakable.

A Custodian.

A ship came into view behind him, making a landing on what was left of the plateau, also golden, emblazoned with the Aquilla.

Why were the Adeptus Custodes here? There was no distress call these demigods would possibly answer, not from Absen. Why save you?

These the bodyguards of the Emperor, they wouldn't be here unless by his command. And-

And your world imploded.

The connection you never would have made, the synapsis at the center of everything you knew, clicked into place.

Neoth. Your teacher, friend, companion through a thousand lonely nights.

And your God.

You were scooped off the ground by the Custodian, who despite his obvious strength, held you gently, tucked safely against his armour as he walked to the ship, it's boarding ramp now lowered.

All around you, the Custodes cleared what was left of the traitors. To the forces of the Ten Thousand, even a handful, they fell like children.

Your body was limp. From exhaustion, and from shock. Your throat burned, and your attempts to speak died as weak whimpers.

"Don't speak, My Lady. Save your strength." His voice was warm and gentle, even through the modulator.

You closed your eyes, only aware of the shuttle taking off through the tilt of gravity and sound of the engines.

The shop docked. You were being carried. The light changed. There was noise. There was silence. There were voices again. You were still being carried.

"Call the Apothecary. Now!"

Your conciousness flickered. You were being layed on a bed. A soft one. There were several voices around you, gentle hands pulling your clothing free, the beeping of medical equipment.

"Exterminatus, Acastus? A little extreme, at this phase, don't you think?"

"There's a handful of survivors, at best, Captain, and none the Inquisition won't silence. It's best to eliminate as many of those cockroaches as possible, while they're on the planet's surface."

"Very well. Give the order, and give the Astropath a message to send back to the Palace."

"What message, sir?"

"We've secured Her Ladyship, and set a course for Holy Terra."

You felt the sensation of fingers brushing your forehead as you slipped away.

+Rest, my love. You're coming home.+

(*sips tea.* I'm gonna have to make a blog for this shit, aren't I?)

#warhammer 40k #wh40crack.#emperor of mankind #no words. just read and simp.

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infoglitch · 6 months

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Fuck.

Yeah im currently suffering. Not any wounds, not any insults, not any tragedies, just... God.

Let's talk about red like roses. (All 3 parts)

Oki need to give context. I'm glitch and I have been a... Scarred fan of rwby. I enjoyed the first four Volumes before I kinda feel off after volume 5. At first I was very much in love with it but once I finished Volume 5 I just felt hollow like I didn't want to watch the series so I left it, and I left the fandom before ever being able to interact with it.

And so as explained by my complicated relationship with Rwby I only really got back into the series because of BBtag. And then I looked into it and oh dear God it's a mess.

Apparently it's already volume 9 and apparently the writing is getting better which I find hard to believe still.

Bmblb happened which is just.. wow, took 3 volumes to finish a subplot I had no interest in because let's face it, little me didn't get sexuality because I was in a religious house hold and also because I was never exposed to that media so when first read the word lesbian. I read it as "leash-a-bin". (It sounded Spanish ok.)

Anyway I also found out about the uh... The "allegations" of rt and yeah. And obviously a combination of "i could do it better", spite, and love for rwby all mix together into me deciding to write page 1 of rwby: fate, and that's where I put my foot down and said "I'm writing this, because I need to give this series it's respect".

So now here I am 5 pages deep into Rwby fate and 63 pages deep in my own book. And I'm on my bed just looking for music to listen to and I come across.

Red

Roses

I listened to it and it just... God it feels so strange listening to a song I barely listen to before and I'm flooded with melancholy and yet nostalgia. This song is still good despite everything and it just hurts to listen and know, this is a song for a series that has done nothing but fail and harm it's fans.

It hurts because this song, captures the idea of ruby. She's still naive no matter how you look at it. She became a huntress to be like her mother and the rest of her family as well as to follow in the footsteps of her favorite fairy tales. Fairy tales, y'know, the fairy tales that inspired the characters.

Red riding hood,

Snow White,

Beauty and the beast,

Goldi(Y)locks, (that one's kind of a stretch I know)

RWBY

And thats not all of it because technically red like roses is only one a third of the whole actual song. Theres still part II in which is just a major tone shift

🎶I couldn't take it, couldn't stand another minute

Couldn't bear another day without you in it

All of the joy that I had known for all my life

Was stripped away from me the minute that you died

To have you in my life was all I ever wanted

But now without you, I'm a soul forever haunted

Can't help but feel that I had taken you for granted

No way in hell that I can ever comprehend this

I wasn't dreaming when they told me you were gone

I was wide awake and feeling that they had to be wrong

How could you leave me when you swore that you would stay?

Now I'm stuck inside a nightmare every single effing day

It's like a movie but there's not a happy ending

Every scene fades black and there's no pretending

This little fairy tale doesn't seem to end well

There's no knight in shining armor who will wake me from the spell

I know you didn't plan this

You tried to do what's right

But in the middle of this madness

I'm the one (I'm the one) you left to win this fight

Red like roses

Fills my head with dreams and finds me

Always closer to the emptiness and sadness

That has come to take the place of you🎶

Just, holy shit does this feel strange listening to. While the other one is melancholic and quiet, only having four lyrics during the start.

Part II is just a fury of emotions that just hit me HARD. The first was so quiet letting it's music sing for it self and the second one was the flurry of spiraling feelings. The anger, the sorrow, the regret, all spiraling into each other creating a hectic and wild rhythm. And it just absolutely HITS for me. And yet this isn't my favorite part of red like roses.

That goes to-

(yes I'm using the one for the lyrics fuck you)

Part III is interesting. It's from volume yet this feels like a volume 1 song. The song unlike it's predecessors speaks a new tune, a calm, determined, tone with it not focusing only on the past but also on the now, it's collected itself and it's ready to go forward. To escape the pain and move forward.

This is all just fancy words but I do love each part of red like roses. And it still reminds me of my love for rwby and it just..

It hurts to remember every bit of rwby and the failure it's becoming, we will most likely never see rwby V10 and if we do it'll probably be the final volume.

And I'm divided, I hate rooster teeth and want them to fail but I still want rwby to get an ending. But I've gone over this dilemma.

Right now all I have to say is...

"Fuck, I love rwby."

#rwby #red like roses #god I love rwby

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hisserpentqueen · 1 year

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Chapter 7, A taste of home

Chapters 1 - 6 can be found here

Chapter Seven

“Congratulations, Jughead.” Alice gave him a sincere handshake. “Getting a book published is quite an accomplishment, especially so at your age.”

“Thank you, Miss Smith…there are still a lot of steps before my book hits the shelves, but I’m excited to start the process.” Jughead beamed.

“Please, its Alice.” He nodded at her. “Betty told me that its based loosely on real life…what’s the title?”

“That took me awhile to get right, but I think it fits now – They weren’t all mistakes.”

When they had arrived, Veronica ushered them inside and got them all drinks. Archie had banished her from the kitchen as she had been more of a hinderance than a help. When Betty offered to help him finish up dinner, Veronica had started to protest, but then quickly agreed to stay the hell out of the way when Betty reminded her what happened last time they let her use a knife; she was lucky she still had to pay for a full manicure when she got her nails done.

Betty couldn’t help but let her mind wander as she watched Jughead talk with her mother and sister. Glen had been superficially sweet with them, but she could tell he hadn’t really had any interest in getting to know them nor did they seem to care to get to know him. But with Jughead, he was relaxed and genuine and she could tell from across the room that her sister and mom were authentic in their questions and comments.

He asked Polly about her summer and how she had liked Riverdale. They talked about her upcoming semester and what she was interested in pursuing after she graduated. He asked her mom how she had become a news anchor and she told him about the Register. She asked him how he had gotten into writing and how he had liked growing up with the Serpents.

“I was actually a Serpent when I was growing up as well,” Alice admitted.

“WHAT?!” Polly and Betty had both been completely caught off guard. She stared between her daughters, a confused look on her face.

“You act as if I don’t have a past or something.”

“You just never talk about it,” Polly pointed out. Alice rolled her eyes and brushed her off, returning to her conversation with Jughead.

“Where is FP?” Betty asked suddenly, turning to Archie.

“Veronica sent him out to grab a cake – he should be back any – ” and as if on cue, the front door opened. “That must be him.”

“Oh good!” Veronica rushed over to him. “I was beginning to wonder if something had gone wrong with the order.”

“Sound be good.” FP grinned as he held it out to her.

“It’s perfect!” She clapped and took the cake out of his hands.

“FP?” “Alice?” They stared at each other, the rest of the room growing quiet.

“I didn’t know you were going to be here tonight,” she said as she walked over to him, the conversation with Polly and Jug completely forgotten.

“When I saw the letter for Jug in the mail, I arranged for Jellybean to be with a friend and drove here without another thought.” His smile softened as he looked at her. “I didn’t know you were going to be here tonight.”

“Well, I was invited.” She placed a hand on his arm and the two smiled at each other, completely unaware of the uncomfortable silence settling around the others in the room.

“OH MY GOSH!” Betty exclaimed causing everyone, including FP and Alice, to look at her. “FP’s the guy from Riverdale that you’re seeing!” She gestured between the two of them with the knife that was still in her hand.

“Yes.” Alice dropped her hand from FP’s arm and turned back to face her. “I was going to tell you after we had officially decided what…this is.”

“Holy shit,” Jughead laughed quietly, as if realizing something.

“What?” Polly asked. He looked past her, towards his dad and Betty watched as something unspoken passed between them. Jug then gave him an exasperated look and FP frowned, shaking his head slightly.

“She’s the girl,” Betty whispered, finally setting the knife down.

“What girl?” Archie looked at her with a very confused expression about everything that was happening around him.

Betty shook her head, “Never mind.” Clearing her throat, she looked over at Jughead. “I know it’s your party, but can you set out the plates?”

After the cake had been served, Polly headed out to meet up with some of her friends for drinks and FP offered to take Alice on a bike ride…which everyone there had understood exactly where that bike ride was going to end.

“My mom…your dad.” Betty shook her head and sank down on the edge of Jughead’s bed. “I mean…how does that even happen?” She fidgeted with the fraying edge of the band aid on her palm.

“Your mom is the girl that got away.” He sounded just as confused as she was. “Are you going to tell her about my book?” He sat down next to her.

She shook her head, “No, I think if your dad wants to tell her, he can.” He nodded in agreement but said nothing.

Taking a deep breath, she let out a long sigh and fell back on the bed and he followed suit. They were quiet as they laid together. Betty wondered if he was over thinking everything that had happened that evening as well. She wasn’t sure how it looked now if they kept up their friends with benefits situation if their parents were dating. Was that too weird for everyone? Should they just stop the whole arrangement? Or did she want to change their arrangement? After seeing him with her mom and sister, it was getting harder and harder for her to deny that she might have real feelings for him. But then again what if –

“Want to go for an actual ride?” he whispered.

The dim light of the day was still hanging at the edge of the horizon as Betty clung to Jughead as he drove out of the city. Having been a warm day, she didn’t have a coat with her, so he had lent her one of his extra jackets and a helmet. He had smirked as she put it all on, but she just rolled her eyes and told him to get on the bike before he could say anything.

She had never actually been on a motorcycle before and had only agreed to go with him to stop thinking about the complicated emotions that were starting to rise up in her. She thought it would feel terrifying and that she would have to focus all of her energy on not freaking out, but sitting behind Jug, arms wrapped around his middle, air rushing past them…well, she wasn’t sure of the last time she had felt so at peace.

By the time Jughead pulled over next to a lake, the moon shone brightly overhead. They had driven far enough out of the city that as they sat on the dock, bare feet in the warm lake, all they could hear were the sounds of the night around them.

“This is perfect.” Betty gave a contented sigh as she stared up at the stars. Maybe I do want this to be more. Looking over, she saw a frown on his face. “Hey.” He shook his head slightly. “What’s wrong?”

He swallowed hard, thinking. “Everything changes now.” He gripped the edge of the dock.

“Jug?” She placed a hand on his arm, and he blinked a couple times before looking back at her. “Tell me.”

He sighed heavily as he let go of the edge of the dock and ran a hand roughly through his hair. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m ecstatic that my book is getting published but ever since I fixed the ending, I feel like I haven’t been able to get anywhere with my other writings.” Betty thought about how she had been pulling away from him since that night and couldn’t help but wonder if that was affecting him as well. “Since moving out here, my writing has been great but lately I feel like I’m losing it again…what am I going to do if they sign me, and it takes me this long to finish another story?”

Without saying a word, she slid her hand into his. He looked down at their intertwined fingers and was quiet for some time.

“I don’t think I’m ready to be done at the coffee shop either,” he looked up at her and smirked, “I was just getting good with my latte art.” She scoffed and bumped his shoulder with hers. His smirk softened into a small smile that quickly faded from his face as he looked back at their hands. “I also don’t want to know how it would feel to not see you every day.”

Betty froze at his words, unable to move as she tried to process what his words were making her feel but then he looked back up at her and all sensible thought left her mind. Raising her free hand, she cupped his face and brushed her thumb against his cheek. He was tense as he searched her face for something, and she watched as he relaxed against her touch after finding whatever it was he was looking for. After a moment, he leaned into her and placed a soft kiss on her lips.

This kiss wasn’t like the usual kisses he laid on her, the ones that were driven by lust and an innate need. No, this kiss was caring and gentle…like the first time he had kissed her, a sharing of secrets.

As he leaned back, she followed after him, capturing his lips and gathering the sides of his jacket in her hands. She wanted him. Right then. Right there. She didn’t care what rules the unspoken conversation they had just had had broken, she wanted him and knew he wanted her too.

Breaking for air, she pressed her forehead into his, breathing deeply. Letting go of his jacket, she pulled her legs up on the dock, moving so she was on her knees, and pulled her skirt up her thighs. Jughead followed her lead and unbuttoned his pants, shifting back, so she would have room to sit on his lap. Steading herself with hands on his shoulders, she swung her leg over his legs, straddling him, hands holding tightly to his jacket. Without taking his eyes off of hers, he reached down and pushed her panties to the side. Sliding his fingers into her warm folds, it didn’t take him long to make sure she was ready for him.

Lifting her hips, he helped guide her back down, both sighing in pleasure as she settled around him. Keeping her eyes locked on his, Betty rolled her hips gently. She wanted to kiss him, bite his neck, moan, call out in pleasure…but the look in Jug’s eyes held her where she was, unable to say anything.

“This is perfect.” He had heard her words but could not bring himself to respond. She sounded so hopeful and all he was feeling in the moment was dread – he didn’t want to put that on her. But when she asked, he couldn’t stop the comment from falling out of his mouth because it was true. Everything was going to change. This was the part he had always been dreading because one successful book did not equal more and lately his other work was shit – how could he keep up with the expectations of a signing deal? All of his other works were suffering since he had fixed the ending.

Staring at their intertwined fingers, he was silent. He wanted this book deal, true, but he wanted nothing more than he wanted Betty Cooper. He wasn’t ready to be done working with her…seeing her…spending time with her every day. He had no desire to find out how it felt to be away from her now that he had found her.

As she cupped his cheek, he searched her face, thinking back to the night they had first agreed to this arrangement. She hadn’t told him that she wasn’t interested in him or that she didn’t have feelings for him, she had told him that she wasn’t ready for a relationship. Looking at her now, he realized that the look in her eyes told him that she didn’t want to be without him either and he couldn’t stop himself from relaxing into her touch at the thought. Holding her gaze a moment longer, he leaned into her and placed a soft kiss on her lips, hoping she understood what he was trying to say and as she pressed her forehead into his, he knew she did.

As Betty gripped his shoulders, he slid his hands inside of her jacket and around her middle, hands bawled up in her shirt. Her eyes remained locked on his and in that moment, he realized that he was completely in love with her. And he wanted to tell her, whisper it in her ear, shout it out to the sky, but the words died on his lips as she continued to look at him. So instead he wrote it on her skin with his lips, pulling her closer and leaving hot wet kisses under her ear, across her jaw, and down her neck.

It was well past two in the morning by the time they pulled up to Betty’s house. They were silent as they both climbed off. Jug took the helmet from her and stooped to strap it to the back of the bike. Straightening up, he pulled his helmet off and looped it over his arm by the strap before running a hand through his hair.

She wanted to say something, anything, as she stood there just staring at him again, but she worried anything she would say at this point would ruin the feelings she had coursing through her. So instead she wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him, giving a contented sigh as he wrapped his arms around her middle, pulling her tightly against him. She allowed herself to stay there for several moments before releasing her hold and as she did, she placed a kiss on his cheek.

“Night,” she finally said, softly.

“Good night.”

Her body was still humming as she got ready for bed and decided to take a bath as she knew she would never get to sleep feeling this way. Filling the tub, she sprinkled in some bath salts and clipped up her hair before getting in. As the hot water swallowed up her body, she allowed her mind to picture what being with Jughead would look like and a sudden, jarring thought slammed into her.

Riverdale. His father and sister were still both there and he loved being a Serpent – she knew he would be spending holidays there and would most likely want to move back at some point. Was that something she wanted, something she was willing to do? To go back to the town where her father had…had killed people…taken innocent lives?

As she thought, she picked at the edge of the frayed band aid on her palm. Frustrated, she yanked it off and looked at the small half circles on her hand, a tear running down her face.

#bughead #bughead au #riverdale #au #kate writes

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questioned-quetzalcoatl · 2 years

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Call me Satan, darling. Part 6

Rating: T

Parings: New Zealand/Tonga (Hetalia)

Characters: New Zealand, Tonga, Philippines, Finland, Denmark, others mentioned

Variation: Demon/Human AU

Summary: When Kainga, an exchange student from Tonga, travels to New Zealand for his studies, he expects all to go well. It does. All except getting hit by a car by Satan himself, who also happens to be his seductive roommate. Kainga finds himself slowly falling for the devil after his declaration of love. Because nothing truly says ‘I love you’ more than being run off the road by a rusty old Ute. Also available on AO3 and WATTPAD!

Contents: [Chapter 1]

[Chapter 2]

[Chapter 3]

[Chapter 4]

[Chapter 5]

[Chapter 6]

[Chapter 7]

[Chapter 8]

[Chapter 9]

[[Slight NSFW warning for this chapter at the end! It's fairly quick and adds literally nothing so feel free to skip.]]

AN: Hello friends! We're more than half-way through this fic! (Give or take a few chapters I'm sure sure how much I want to write ;v;) This is my biggest fic yet so thank you to all you wonderful readers enjoying my work. I plan to have another fic and make this a series but I'll see how much willpower and time I have to do that. But I have some ideas I'd really like to expand on and maybe a bit of lore for this au!!! I'll leave it open, my sleep schedule is practically non-existent anyways. qwq

This is where the story starts to get on track a little. Apologies if it's been a little slow running up until now. Thank you for having patience with me!! uvu;

Some extra characters in this chapter! Here are their names incase anyone gets confused!

Densen - Denmark Piri - Philippines Tino - Finland And of course James - New Zealand Kainga - Tonga

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Months had passed and it had been an unnerving amount of time since Kainga had last seen the King of Hell. He was out of his crutches; now walking freely with a thin cast around his right foot and lower leg just for safety reasons, however it felt more like a thick sock than anything.

These months had been very peaceful, spending most of his time at the University library. The cross sat heavily on his chest like a holy restraining order as he wandered through rows of book shelves, Kainga lightly running his fingers across the covered spines. Volumes crammed the shelves, all sizes and colors. The oldest ones sat on the highest shelf, out of reach of the younger student’s sticky hands. Scripted gold lettering, faint as breath, could still be seen along the spines. One can drown in the ocean of tranquility; the whole aura of space is as peaceful as nature. Long stretching room full of piles of information captured in the pages is truly mesmerizing. Kainga loved to read, a great library like this was his paradise. Trailing his fingertips along to try and find the book he was looking for, amazingly keeping his balance while holding another heavy stack of books in his other hand as well as his laptop. Reading glasses placed comfortably on the bridge of his nose, scanning for the book he needed.

He didn't know how long he was looking in the maze of the Literature section but he was far from the main corridors where the light hit the books at the front. It was as if the back rows laid untouched like a still creature, encouraging those brave enough to find the knowledge it held in the dim light of its lair. Nothing can ever replace the authenticity and reliability one gets from a library, Kainga enjoyed nothing more.

A thought lingered in the back of his mind however as he took another book from the shelf, a lot like a broken track record. With every turn around a bend he half expected James's stupid face and badly worn suit to appear. To start constantly bothering him and calling him stupid pet names as if they were just your average couple. Kainga noticed that James hadn't made an appearance since he started wearing the cross around his neck. He wasn't sure if that was the case, but the thing unbelievably heavy. Or perhaps that was just the guilt he had which was weighing him down. The fact he even felt guilty was enough to make himself angry. Why on earth did he feel guilty? He murmured to himself under the hiss of a breath as he caught sight of a book by James Johonnot. It seemed that wretched devil was everywhere now, tormenting him subtly to his breaking point.

"God why does it have to be him? I swear everywhere I look it's just James! Bloody James. James. Jame-"

There's a loud bang like a gunshot next to where he was stood. A loud slur of profanity swallowed up by the dreaded and familiar red tinted smoke and the solid sound of a body dropping to the floor, followed by a loud groan of pain.

Kainga didn't exactly scream but he's not exactly quiet either. It's more of a distressed strain of a yelp as he dropped the pile of books and his laptop out of fright. Papers flying in various directions. Typical. The library floor goes even more quiet for a second with other students wondering what on earth made that noise. Kainga is quick to quiet himself by holding his palm against his mouth to stop the burning embarrassment of the grueling stares through the book shelves, ones he could not see but knew were there. There's silence before a soft ray of whispers under their breaths that turns back to average study chatter. Kainga let out a breathless heave and looked down at James who had now sat up and was rubbing his head.

"James?! Where the hell did you come from?!" He snapped angrily at him, going to pick up his books. James shot him a just as confused look and handed him a book.

"What do you mean by that?! You're the one who summoned me! Maybe a simple 'Hello' or I don't know even a 'How are you today James?' would be nice after you just dragged me from where I was comfortably sat!" He snapped back at him, standing up and brushing some kind of crumbs off of his suit. Kainga stared up at him, taking the book from his devilish grip.

"Summon you? I didn't summon you! At least I didn't mean to!"

James sighed.

"Do you not know how to summon a demon?! Have you seen any of the movies?! You say the name three times!" he expressed in disbelief.

"Yeah I have! It's Hollywood bullshit, I didn't know it actually worked! Besides it's not like I wanted you to come here anyways you're like a bull in a china store!"

"So you've been avoiding me?"

"Well...yes? But no...I...It's complicated...wait I never said that?"

"Well that indicates it..." James pointed rather accusingly at the crucifix draped over his shoulders. That just made Kainga feel worse, due to his tone he was clearly upset about it. He swallowed thickly as the cross got heavier. James continued on. "I just wanted to come and see you, you've been really hard to find. After all you chose to hide yourself in the biggest and most comprehensive University in the country."

"I haven't been hiding from you James. I've just been trying to focus on the reason I'm actually here. This is my only chance of a good education!" he stacked the pile of books back into his arm. There was one left, a large leather cover laying face down on the carpet. James looked at it and bent down to pick it up for him.

"Well we can arrange times! I know you're probably mad at me for the other date but I was hoping we coul- OW SHIT!!!"

James was instantly cut off as soon as his fingers came into contact with the book, picking it up before dropping it like a hot ember. A loud sizzling noise like he was physically burnt by it. Kainga looked at him in shock, smelling the awful odor of burnt flesh. James stood hunched, cradling his burnt fingers.

"J-James?! What happened are you alrigh-" he cut himself off and stared down at the book. James had managed to flip it back over when he dropped it. The gold text on the front read out what Kainga had feared the most.

The Holy Bible.

Both Kainga and James stared down at it. Kainga bit his lip. Shit. Shit. SHIT! He forgot he had picked that up. It was really a bad look for him. He stood with his heart pounding as he scrambled to pick it up. Half of the back cover had been burnt off and some of the back pages were hanging on by the thread of the inner spine. What was a few seconds seemed like forever as they both stood in a deep silence. Kainga finally mustered up courage to explain himself, he could clearly tell James was beyond angry at him.

"James..."

"Y'know what. I'll just go."

"What?! No it's not like that! I promise! James I'm studying Literatur-."

"Kainga. I said I'm going. You clearly don't fucking want me here so what's the bloody point? First the cross now this?!" he pointed accusingly at him, snarling almost. Kainga flinched, smacking his pointing hand away.

"For godsakes just let me explain myself! You're so fucking selfish you know! If you wanna go then leave, fuck off! I don't care!"

James's face contorted into a more saddened expression. Oh god here comes that fucking guilt again.

"You don't...?"

Kainga went quiet for a while. Nervously shuffling around with his blood running colder every second he was in his presence. Second guessing himself as he always seemed to do when James had something to do with it. James's raging flame of anger had seemed to be extinguished when the Tongan didn't answer him. Kainga could practically hear the sizzle, see the smoke arise, see the darkness flee from his eyes. He frowned.

"I do. James. But you can't keep going on like this."

"Like what?"

"Appearing out of nowhere at the worst times. Maybe I don't want to stop seeing you but maybe there's times I need for myself."

"Are you mad at me about the date?"

"The date has nothing to do with this. I actually had a rather decent time. I realized I forgot to thank you...so...thank you, James."

James chuffed and shrugged a little, placing his hands in either pocket. He couldn't help but grin moronically, blushing like he was rather proud of himself.

"It's...really no problem. I also had a good time..." James hesitated, glancing surreptitiously down at Kainga, a sly sheepishness coating over his face. "Would you like to go on another one maybeee...?"

His answer was clear no matter how hard you looked, he was basically as readable as the books he held. The devils hopeful grin coaxed with the fact it was a tender moment between the two. Not one that involved any kind of Ute or stink of fish but one Kainga found himself not wanting to ring the New Zealander's neck for once.

"Maybe I will, James. But not now, I have exams. Give me a week or two. We can arrange something then."

James smiled brightly at him, like his face illuminated with delightfulness despite how idiotic he may have looked. Kainga could've kissed him, frankly a part of him wanted to. Half out of curiosity but his hands were full. So he bid James goodbye and took off to the main study hall in the library. He looked back just once and James was gone. Like he had retreated into the subdued shadows of the back rows of shelves like a ghost.

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Back studying at his desk had become the norm for Kainga. Despite most of the students walking around, it was surprisingly quiet. A very peaceful aroma where Kainga had surrounded himself with his small group of friends he'd met on campus. One in particular he'd become very close friends with was a Filipino student, Piri. Sure he liked the other people in their small group but Piri was the one he trusted the most. Somehow he couldn't bring himself to spill his whole Satan situation to him, having to make up a excuse for his random disappearance. After a small while of studying, Piri spoke up, taking off his headphones and resting them beside him.

"These exams are really making me tired Kai...I've got yet another one to sit through tomorrow."

Kainga looked over at him.

"Really? Didn't you just sit one?"

"Yeah, last week. No rest for us Physiology students, it's hard to keep on top of everything." Piri bit his lip, looking back down at his work. "Oh. That's what I wanted to ask you. Densen is busy with his exams right now, could I borrow your library card? I left mine back at the flat." He asked, starting to pack his laptop back into his bag as well as his other supplies. Kainga smiled.

"Of course. I hardly ever use it anyways." he fumbled around with his lanyard for a bit, unhooking it and handing the Filipino the library card. "How is Densen by the way? It's been a while since I've seen him."

Piri took the card and thanked him. "Densen? Oh yeah he's been very busy. Hey I'll see if he's free this afternoon, Tino as well. We can go down to the University café down near campus. That is if you're not busy..."

Kainga pondered the idea for a bit. Maybe a moment with just his friends would take his mind off a few things. Specifically off James. Especially off James. He looked around the library, as if someone was watching him make this decision. James wasn't still watching him was he?

Piri looked at him oddly.

"Kai? Is everything alright?"

Kainga snapped back to him like he was awoken from a daydream.

"Oh! Right sorry...yeah I'll be there! What time should I be there?"

Piri thought for a while.

"Meet us down there at two. I'll ask everyone now in advance."

Kainga stood up to follow Piri to the printer to help him with his printing and to get his card back when he was finished. He had some assignments to print off too. He doesn't notice he's left his things in the library, he also doesn't notice James watching his spot from afar.

James wasn't peculiarly fond of his friends. Not like he'd met them personally, but he didn't like the fact they were around HIS queen. He didn't like Piri being around Kainga, or the fact Densen made the Tongan blush on occasion. Which made his possessive blood boil whenever he saw it. That was HIS job, not some mortals. He snarled a little even at the very thought of it. James slumped over to his work space, half hidden under his desk. He started to rummage through his work. What on earth was more important than him? Some papers? He scoffed at a few hand-written essays.

James was flicking through his files. Hardly anything of interest to him.

It was all going well.

That's when he smelt the burning.

He sniffed, catching the scent of the small fire that has started at the spade of his tail. Like flint to steel his tail must've caught on the wooden surface of one of the desk legs, causing it to catch alight. Shit. Shit. Shit!

James sprang up from the desk, grabbing Kainga's stuff in a messy pile in his arms. The smoke started to rise and the smell got more pungent. James began to panic, holding up the Tongan's things as he desperately attempted to put out the growing flames, only succeeding in making it spread across the carpet. He'd garnered the attention of other students. A panic spread faster than the fire.

First a scream. Then more screams.

Then the fire alarm. The loud ringing that echoed across the building, deafening anyone who'd come to enjoy their peace in the library.

Then rain.

Most of the students had evacuated the building by now. Only James remained. Still holding Kainga's stuff. Face to face with a drenched and murderous Kainga, standing in front of him as he scowled at the Devil twice his size. James felt himself shrink a little. The fire alarm continued to blare across the campus grounds, the fire itself had been put out.

James very sheepishly looks away from him as Kainga's stare bares into his skin like a laser of disappointment and anger, almost in disbelief. His stare was the personification of nails on a chalkboard, or a fork being scrapped onto a plate. He's rather surprised he can even feel how angry he was, considering half of Kainga's face was covered by his dark curly and now very wet hair. He pushed some back out of his eyes, making a wet squelching noise as he wiped the rest of the water off his face.

"I uhh...got your stuff...Managed to save your laptop and most of the books. Erm... Some of yer papers set on fire but I got what I could." James murmured quietly handing him the pile of his things wrapped in his black coat. "It should be somewhat dry too."

The rain and alarm finally stopped as they were both left extremely damp. Kainga's whole body dripping with it.

"You set the library on fire." Kainga hissed angrily.

"Almost. Set it on fire." he corrected him. "And I DID save your stuff."

Kainga grumbled, snatching his things off of James. His glare didn't lessen as he shoved the things in his bag, handing him back his coat.

"Thanks."

James whimpered a little, knowing too well he was very much in the wrong. Kainga could kiss him, despite how angry he was at him, he did save his stuff. The fact James's hurt expression showed the Devil knew he was wrong, it almost made him seem human. Kainga started to give more human qualities to him, he did look the part at least. Perhaps it was an accident, maybe he'd never know. But in that moment to grabbed James's tie and wrapped it around his wrist. Yanking James down towards him, this accompanied with the fact Kainga still had to stand on his tippy toes to even get anywhere near his stupid face, that was caught completely off guard.

What Kainga intended to be a peck ended up going south as their lips met somewhere in the middle. James's eyes widened in shock, wasting no time in wrapping his arms around his waist. He didn't mind the neck crane to reach him. Kainga instantly starting to regret his decision when James pulled him in just a little bit closer to his body. He aborted mission, quickly pulling away while heavily flushed. His hand resting on James's chest. God he was an idiot. Regardless, he'd just kissed the Devil. Surprisingly, it wasn't even bad. Once Kainga pulled away he gasped for air like he was having a heart attack, James of course wouldn't know any different as there was hardly any space between them. Must've been the burning sensation his rough lips gave him. He softly stopped panting and looked back up at him. It was clear James was forgiven by the downright goofy grin James possessed on his face; Kainga only catching a glimpse of it when he pulled away.

"I'm sorry about that..." James finally apologized, lifting the weight from his voice.

Kainga sighed, throwing his bag back over his shoulder, his gaze had softened as he looked back at James.

"Thank you for apologizing, James. I'll...see you soon."

James was far too giddy about the fact they just kissed. As well as the fact he didn't initiate it. Kainga smiled gently, giving his cheek another kiss as he walked by him, somewhat reluctantly but it felt nice.

"See you soon~" James swooned after him.

Kainga laughed.

---

There was a shuffle of the burnt paper as Kainga sprawled the parchments out on the table. All their edges and sides lightly burnt as the bits of paper crumbled off the cinder. He nervously wiped some of the embers off of the café table. Densen gave him a strange look from the other side as he sipped his coffee.

"So your work just...caught on fire? Just like that?"

Kainga looked at him almost suspiciously, sighing before shuffling the paper back into a neat pile by thumping them onto the table.

"Well yes, I suppose so. I think I sat next to a electrical outlet. Must've just short circuited or something."

Kainga was basically forced to come up with a lie to draw his friends away from the fact his Satanic, somewhat boyfriend had just set his work on fire. He clenched his teeth, nervously squirming in his seat. He prayed to whatever God there was that Densen wasn't fully aware of how electrical fires are caused. For now he just gave him a very incredulous look as he audibly swallowed. Luckily his story flew right over the Dane's head. Kainga sighed, his breath thickly lined with fear as he picked up the cup of tea he'd ordered. Unbeknownst to him, Densen was the least of his worries. He could only imagine the look on their faces when he told them he was dating the guy who put him in crutches the first time they met.

Unfortunately, Kainga was not very good at hiding secrets from people. Everything around him crashed when Piri came up to their table, ushering the words:

"Was that your boyfriend?"

Kainga instantly spat out his tea all over Densen. Choking on the hot liquid as he erupts in fits of coughs and splutters, trying to save what little of his tea he managed to keep in his cup. Densen sighed and started to wipe the tea off his face with a nearby napkin. Kainga gulped.

"Sorry..."

Densen merely huffed, cleaning himself completely and throwing the tea soaked napkin to the side. Piri with his other friend, Tino, behind him, excitedly sat down next to Kainga. Half pushing the poor Tongan against the wall as he slid up next to him. Piri's face glimmered with excitement at him, saying no words yet Kainga dreaded what he'd just seen. He knew what he'd seen and that made him want to curl up and die right there. Densen looked at them all oddly.

"Who's boyfriend?" The Dane questioned the trio all at once.

Tino chirped in, his mouth full of a chocolate roll. "Kainga's boyfriend! Piri saw him kissing someone in the library! After the fire alarm went off."

Densen's mouth gaped as he stared at Kainga. "HE WHAT?!"

Kainga attempted to hide his face by holding his forehead. He supposed it wouldn't be long until his group caught onto him. He'd gathered all of their stares over the table as he quietly sipped on the rest of his tea, stalling on what to say.

"You didn't answer my question. Are you dating someone and keeping it from the group?" Piri asked him, getting impossibly close to his personal bubble. In fact, it was non existent at this point. It'd popped as soon as the Filipino opened his mouth.

Kainga wouldn't lie to himself, as much as he wanted to throw the rest of his hot tea into Piri's face in order to stop him from the influx of invasive questions he knew he was about to throw onto him. He knew he wasn't going to stop hounding him for details about his mysterious lover.

"Well...yes. Sort of. It's complicated. Very complicated."

"Oh?" Piri's eyes were so wide, Kainga could barely see past them. The stares of his friends made Kainga shrink a little into his merino sweater. He swallowed and continued.

"You know...the first time we all met I was in crutches? I told you all I'd been hit by a car. Do you remember that?"

"Yeah I do. What about it?"

"Well." Kainga paused, almost for dramatic effect. It was mainly to calm his nerves, keeping his friends on edge. "I'm kind of dating, well not really dating. More like seeing. I'm seeing the guy that....ran me over."

Suddenly silence.

Kainga could practically hear all of their reactions echoing off of their faces. His eyes scrunched up tightly before they opened slightly to see three overly astonished faces glaring at him. The sounds of the café around them being the only sound to be heard as Kainga felt the overbearing sense of dread that washed over him once more.

Piri was the most awestruck one.

"You're...dating the guy that almost killed you?!"

"Yeah and get this. The nutjob thinks he's Satan."

Kainga was really treading on eggshells. Careful with his predetermined wording to not spill that James was ACTUALLY Satan. Piri sits back, his jaw basically on the floor at this point. Like his soul had left his body.

Tino took it as an opportunity to speak up.

"You have very questionable taste in your men..."

"Tino, not now." Densen mumbles hotly to the Finnish boy next to Piri. Kainga wasn't going to keep this secret intact, looking at them all as he finished his tea. Densen's coffee had gone cold beside him. All of their concerned and shocked expressions made Kainga groan, perhaps it was worse than he imagined. It also made him double take his entire relationship with James at this point. Was he really insane for going through with this? Again with the second guessing.

Kainga barely escaped that conversation. He found himself repeating himself with all the questions Piri, Densen and Tino shot at him like a gun. They just kept coming. Barely giving them half the story, they were mainly beyond themselves with him. It was mainly Piri to hound him with questions until he was on the floor crying. What made it worse was he walked home with him as they lived in the same apartment building on campus. They usually walked home together, watching the viridescent trees that lined the Campus streets shrivel up and crisp into their autumn bloom.

Misty dew covers the entire surface of the field as they pass, Auckland almost transformed from it's burning Summers to it's cooler Autumns. Autumn slowly weaves its way in and leaves a stain of brilliant color in its wake. Kainga and Piri stepped on the ground that was covered with a blanket of colorful leaves that had fallen from the trees like snow, leaving some branches almost bare. Various other trees possessing vibrant sunset like colored leaves that dangled from their branches like giant hanging bats. The dead leaves crunching below them and the significantly cooler air around them really made it feel like Autumn. On this autumn day the foliage above could be his infinite dreams of scarlet and gold, playful in the soft light, colors ignited for all who care to see. They are the candles of the daylight, these trees that bring their art to their world, their branches taking root in the sky.

Kainga adjusted his scarf as Piri was rambling on about something. Frankly the Tongan had stopped listening a while ago.

"Kai?! Hey are you even listening to me?!"

"What? Oh yeah I am. Sorry just lost in thought."

"You're thinking about that Satan guy aren't you?"

Kainga shot him a dismayed look from the judgmental side-eye he gave him. Giving his now red hued nose a rub before nestling it into his scarf.

"No. In fact he's the last thing I want to think about. He infuriates me."

"If he infuriates you why do you date him?"

"Piri I ask myself that everyday..." he laughed lightly. "I'm not here to fuck spiders, or devils for that matter. I just want to get my education, then go home."

Piri frowned a little. "So you're not staying here?"

Kainga shook his head.

"I don't need to. Once I graduate this will be all over and I can go back home. That's my plan and I'm gonna stick to it."

"What about your whole dating Satan situation? Are you going to break it off with him?"

Kainga goes quiet for a while after reaching the front door of his apartment building. He could feel the warmth of the indoor heater from inside as he shuffled around in his coat pocket for his keys.

"He's not actually Satan. The dumbass just claims to be him..." He announced through rather gritted teeth. "...and frankly I'm still thinking about it. He's insane yes, but give him time and he's a genuinely nice guy. Or somewhat at least. I'll just see where it goes and pray I don't become some human sacrifice." he snorted a little and pulled out his keys at last. "You coming inside?"

Piri shrugged.

"Nah sorry. I've got another lecture. I'm taking a photography course, on top of all my Physiology. Told you I can hardly catch a break!" Piri smiled sweetly at him before pausing, his smile drooping a little at the corners of his mouth. "Just be careful would you?"

Kainga looked at him oddly. Why would he say that? Surely James wouldn't hurt him. Or at least hurt him that much...

"What do you mean by that?"

"That guy you're dating. He seems...odd...just be careful around him. I'm only looking out for you." Piri said, his demeanor coming off as very serious now. Kainga shifted nervously.

"Y-yeah...I will. Don't worry about me." he expressed in an attempt to draw away his friends concern. They said their goodbyes and Piri was off back down the road into campus. Kainga was left to stand there for a while. His faint breath drifted out from the wooly fabric of his scarf. As he headed inside, his mind started to spin. He even got a little dizzy as he reached the stairs up to his apartment. It was a voice. James's voice. Hushed yet cold. Hungrily husk in the way it drawls in his mind like a broken record. The crucifix getting so heavy it felt like he was carrying a boulder around his neck. Like his body would just collapse and fall straight through the stairs into the fiery pits of Hell awaiting him. He staggered, feeling like his throat was about to rip out of his neck as if some dark creature of Hell was shredding him to pieces. Gnarling, thrashing blades that looked like the creatures teeth until he saw red. Like something was tearing away at his very existence. His humanity.

A panic attack.

The same few words James ushered to him on loop. Almost demanding.

"You trust me...don't you?"

---

James, surprisingly enough, does leave Kainga alone for another long period of time. For about a week or so. After Kaingas panic attack on the stairs, his mind would replay that same scene. A reoccurring dream he'd been having, the one he was currently having now. That same creature. It wasn't human. In fact far from it. It was a horrible looking beast. The exoskeleton of a large hound with dark red flesh wrapped around it's bones as if it'd grown on top of a corpse-like fungi. The creature had no eyes, just oozing muscles that'd contorted around its face and long grueling snout. Large carnivorous teeth that protruded from its mouth like large stalagmites in a cave, they lined the entire jaw of the creature, so much so that it was constantly salivating and looked as if it wasn't able to even close it's mouth.

It was the thing of nightmares. No matter how far or fast Kainga ran, he was running into nothing. No light at the end of the tunnel. Nothing. Surrounding darkness with a vague splash of thinly lined water below him. The hellish flesh creature chasing behind him, getting closer and closer. Attempting to swipe at him with the one obtruded claw that stuck out as longer than the rest. It'd always go for his heel, slicing at it until Kainga could run no more, his heel bleeding out as he was rendered unable to run away from it.

He'd scramble away. He'd scream until he choked as the creature devoured him. Slashing and gnawing at him with a horrendous low growl and snarl. His breath stolen away from the screaming and crying from the insufferable pain as the creature engulfed his flesh that was torn from his body like a piece of cooked meat. That awful feeling like he was falling yet his body remained in the same place.

Then a faint image, blurred almost beyond recognition to the naked eye, the eye that didn't know what the devil himself looked like. But he sure did. James reaching out to him. To help him? To grab him? Kainga still wasn't sure himself, he just knew it was James standing above him. He went to reach for him like he was his safety. Oh what a foolish mistake of a desperate man. Kainga's fingers barely scrapping the ashes atop of James's burning fingertips...

So close...

Everything went black.

A voice. James's voice. Called out and echoed in Kainga's blindness and pain...

"You trust me...don't you?"

Kainga woke as he did normally. Panting and damp with sweat, he'd awake screaming in pain, only to find the pain wasn't even there. It was as if the pain retreated from his body as soon as he awoke. It'd felt so real. Kainga wasn't even convinced it was a dream at this point. Some kind of sick hallucination or sleep paralysis caused by stress or James. No. James WAS his stress. He sat up right in his bed, sweating and heaving like he'd just run a marathon. His baggy shirt that he slept in was now drenched and saturated with his sweat that seeped through the fabric.

He grumbled under his breath, starting to wipe the sweat off his forehead with his sleeve. He was dazed. What time was it? The sunlight of the morning gently caressed the edges of his curtains, giving his room a light amber hue. This morning he didn't smell the usual crispness of the morning, instead he smelt something cooking. Odd. Someone was cooking food. He hears a whistle of a song, one he can't quite make out, it was strangely familiar. He sleepily stumbled out of his room, resting against the doorframe to see who had stolen the use of his own kitchen from him. He pauses. His heart dropping a little.

"James?"

James turns around from the stove and smiles, holding up a spatula. Kainga is beyond confused now. "It's a...reasonable time. What are you doing here?"

"Making ya breakfast!" he chirped happily as Kainga walked over to him curiously. He had to hold back gagging at what he saw in the stove pan below him, the one James was holding and cooking was he assumed to be his meal on. Unless by some god-sent miracle his food was in another pan. The Tongan was probably dead to God by now.

"That's not breakfast, that's salmonella." Kainga mumbled and gestured at burnt scrambled eggs and what looked like a charred hash brown, scorched beyond revival. No wonder it smelt so burnt. He looked over at the table top, two cups of tea lay waiting. Kainga had never felt so domestic, relationship wise. If it wasn't for the food poisoning James was cooking up, it was very nice to say the least.

James nudged him playfully and watched him walk over to the table. "Whatever. Food is food. It's better than that long looking stuff you constantly eat."

"You mean my instant ramen? I'm a student. It gets me through. Plus it's cheap and I still don't have a job." Kainga smiled gently at him before sitting down at the table with a blanket he'd stolen from the apartment reception. He curled himself up and nursed the cup in his hands. It wasn't even cold, just warm enough to be drinkable. How long had James been here? He was very tempted to question him about the dreams he'd been having. But Satan would most likely just boast in his face about how Kainga was dreaming about him and ramble about how they were 'meant to be' again. He brought the tea up to his lips, the warm liquid bringing him back to life.

James interrupts his tranquility once again with a plate placed in front of Kainga. A breakfast of scrambled eggs that looked like a mush of wet cardboard atop a piece of toast that looked like a shaped out lump of charcoal. The only thing that wasn't burnt was the bacon, which would've been the only thing safe to eat even if it was burnt. The whole plate of food seemed to be radiating like it was a romantic breakfast in Chernobyl. Kainga audibly gulped.

"You...made all this yourself huh?" He weakly picked at the bacon that was in the shape of a love heart on the side of his plate. How, dare he say cute.

James perked up and looked at him with a mouthful of his own scrambled cardboard mush. His eyes bright like a child on Christmas morning.

"Yeah I did...~ how could you tell?"

"L-lucky guess..." He gave the biblical creature sat opposite him a rather gauche smile. He just sits and drinks his tea before even thinking about starting on his poison infected breakfast. Despite his lack of skills in gastronomy or basic cooking for that matter, it seemed James meant well. The way he dinkily smiled like a moron without a care in the world, Kainga couldn't help but wonder what was even going on inside his head. If there was anything going on inside his head. This was ridiculous; he wasn’t falling for Satan, was he? The guy was as far from prince charming as one could get and yet he was nowhere near as idiotic as he had been.

James finished up his plate of food before pushing it to the side, bringing his chair closer to the table as if he was about to interrogate him. Kainga managed to barely swallow down the mush of eggs, looking up at him with a lump welling up in his throat. Oh thank God, a reason to stop eating. He put his utensils down to listen to what the King of Hell had to say for himself.

"So, will you be busy today?”

“I handed that paper in last week and I have no current assignments, why do you ask?”

“We’re going on another date.”

“Another thing at a reasonable time, wow James I’m impressed.” He drawls, laughing a little at how proud James looks because he thinks he’s impressed him. Satan wasn’t supposed to be this endearing; Satan was supposed to be a dickhead. Then again, he supposes James more or less was one to begin with. It seemed with every word that James spoke he was becoming less demon. His human side was showing like he was gaining back a humanity that was lost long ago.

"Well, I've got some kingly duties back in Hell to attend to, but I can pick you up later in the afternoon." he chuffs proudly at referring to himself as 'Kingly'. "What time suits you best?"

Kainga hesitantly pushed his plate to the side. "A time? You're asking ME what time I want?" he asked, bewildered.

James just nodded quickly, smiling at him. Kainga was beyond suspicious yet somewhat amazed at him not being a arrogant fucking prick for once. He didn't keep his hopes high however.

"Umm...well it depends where you're taking me..."

"Oh. Well it's a surprise...~" James winks at him and leans back in his chair, holding his mug of tea in his hands and heating it up with his self-heating palms.

"Well. I need to get some shopping in first. Maybe about 1 or 2 I suppose? It shouldn't take that long. Plus I need to get ready."

"Ahh make yerself look pretty for me huh?~"

There it was. Back to the usual James. Kainga's stare hardened, yet he blushed at his sentiment, rather heavily. He frowns in bemusement and looks away from him.

"No. It's so I don't go out in public looking like I just got dragged through a dumpster."

"Oh please, you don't look like a dumpster. You didn't last time!"

"If that's a complement from you then I'm flattered." He murmured sarcastically. Grinning at James's expression dimming from prideful to confused. He finished his tea, placing the cup beside him.

James took that as an opportunity to switch the conversation back to the date.

"So, I'll come and pick you up at 1? I'll knock this time."

Kainga hummed and squinted at him. Why was be being awfully nice to him? Perhaps he had other intentions, or had changed his original ploy. Either way he was doubtful. He hated to admit it, but he liked this James. His cooking was unsatisfactory but he kept telling himself that James meant well above all. He smiled tenderly.

"Yeah. That sounds good. Thank you James."

James winks at him, taking their plates as he brushes past Kainga and with that he disappears. Kainga was left feeing oddly flattered, Lord only knows why he felt like that. He felt tingly and warm, the pits of his stomach churning in a flustered manner. Like he'd ate something bad but it felt amazing. He grimaced. It was probably that food that James had served up to him. He didn't feel sick however, it was a strange feeling. Like James had endeared him. Like he was starting to like him. Kainga instantly shook the thought away as he stood up sharply. What was this. Maybe it'll pass. He hoped it would pass. As the kettle boiled on the countertop, as Kainga poured the hot water into his mug and watched it brew with the teabag. The feeling didn't pass. He bit his lip as he kept pouring the boiled water, making it overflow while Kainga stood there, not noticing. His consciousness completely out of it.

Shit...

He was in love with the Devil.

---

Funny how much time can pass when you genuinely are looking forward to something. With his errands completed, Kainga stumbled through the door holding three large paper bags full of groceries. He heaved himself and the abnormally heavy bags into his apartment, dropping a can of baked beans beside him. He audibly groaned as he hefted the bags onto the table, practically gasping for air. Maybe he should buy a car. Who was he kidding he didn't even have his drivers license and frankly after his experiences, he'd rather stay far away from them all together. Maybe a bus card would be better. After a breather he started to unpack the shopping, his coat hung on the back of his chair.

Once he finished unpacking it was nearing 1'o clock already so he went to start getting ready. Although he didn't like to admit it, he was rather excited about where James would take him. Sure he took him to a greasy Fish and Chip shack in Wellington before but surely James would have some new found knowledge of reasonable places to take someone on a nice date. Maybe a romantic breakfast in Paris or running across rooftops as the night set in, the Eiffel Tower illuminating the city. Or something more thrilling, gambling in Las Vegas, even a skyline dinner overlooking New York or somewhere mountainous and beautiful like Queenstown. The possibilities were limitless, he'd be lying to himself if he said this wasn't the most excited he had been for something in a while.

He quickly got ready, throwing on a white long sleeved shirt with a button-down collar to fit in a striped dark blue tie that was fastened tightly against his neck. Autumn or Spring are unpredictable so he put on a basic V-neck blue sweater overtop, bringing his collar out so the top of the tie knot was still visible. Finally navy trousers and polished leather black shoes and socks. He liked to dress smart, yet he still looked causal as he didn't know where he was going to end up. Standing in front of the mirror he puffed out his chest with pride, his blood running with excitement as the clock hits 1.

James arrives at 1'o clock like he stated, his presence announced with a knock on the door in a sweet rhythmic tone. Kainga had just finished giving his hair one last curl before he stands up to open the door for him. If he’s honest with himself, he’s flattered that the other was doing as he’d requested, something as simple as just being on time. He opens the door to find James standing there in his same causal suit he'd worn last time, however the bright red tie was missing as he was just wearing a black cuffed long sleeved Plaid shirt with a belt and pants. In his grasp was a bouquet of Heilala flowers. Vermilion cherry red flowers that sprouted magnificent Hibiscus flowers in full bloom, displaying a shade of vivid cerise of pinks to reds. Tonga's national flower.

James's smile was so cheesy it could make you lactose intolerant.

Kainga was amazed. Quite like nothing he'd experienced or expected. He stood in the doorway with his mouth agape at the sight of him. Had he really gone out of his way to buy him these particular flowers? James quite audibly cleared his throat.

"G'day smuckaroo~"

Kainga raised a brow at him.

"Smuckaroo?"

"In me defense you gave me, what, a few hours to come up with a new nickname." James jokingly complained. Kainga laughed.

"To be fair, I don't mind it. Also you didn't say much about today so I didn't know what to- WEAR-!"

Kainga was interrupted by James shoving the flowers into his chest, some of the buds hitting his face making him jump a little. His sentence was muffled after getting a face full of flowers.

"T-these are for you!!! I wasn't sure what flowers you liked so I got you these because they're Heilala and they're your countries national flowers and whatnot!" He spoke quickly as if he was embarrassed by his sweet gesture. Like the Devil giving out flowers made him seem weak or soft but he knew that he'd only do this for one person and one person only.

Kainga's cheeks burned up vividly as he took them from James's large hands, admiring them. His hands wrapped around the base of the bouquet, tied up neatly with a silk red ribbon.

"O-oh? You got me flowers? Ah...wow James. They're very beautiful. Remind me of home..." he held them close to his chest until his face was as red as the petals. How sweet of James. He smiled fondly. "I'll go put them in some water and be right out okay?" He uttered before walking back inside and placing the flowers in a large vase on his table. Leaving James out in the apartment corridor to feel even more proud of himself, sub-consciously feeding his probably massive ego. He did a excited little air fist bump to congratulate himself as he waited.

Kainga came back out to the dingy corridor a little while later, locking up his flat door before turning back to James.

"Right. Thank you for waiting." Kainga pockets his key heavy keychain, eyeing further down James's suit. That's when he realizes the gumboots he's wearing. Right. New Zealander. He wasn't even surprised at this point. A fancy clean suit topped off with a pair of muddied gumboots. Maybe the Devil doesn't wear Prada, no. The Devil wears gumboots. Kainga doesn't mention it, he simply retorted his gaze back at James's punchable stupid face and gave him a rather pointed look. "So...where exactly ARE we heading today?"

James grinned. "I told you, it's a surprise! I'm sure you'll like it though!~" He held out his hand for Kainga to hold on to, which he does. Kainga takes his hand. He knew the drill. Teleportation with a danger of being ripped in half. How romantic. James takes it a step further however, wrapping his arm around Kainga's waist. Before he even had time to react James snapped his fingers. That pull at the pit of his stomach like his intestines were being unraveled out of his body washes over him, James falling through fast winds like the world was turning upside-down. His breath taken from him by the high velocity winds, allowing him no room to scream. He accepts his fate and clings onto James for dear life until they finally drop to the floor.

There's was a ringing in his ear, a loud one. He became dizzy but not as much as before, his whole body felt translucent as the cold winds died around them. Kainga still clung onto James as he came back to his senses. His hearing came first as his ears popped. There are noises. People in a fairly populated area, what sounded like some children with their families. The ringing of a cellphone. It was definitely an outdoor environment. Kainga looked up, finally realizing where they were once his eyes caught sight of their surroundings.

"A-a...zoo?"

"Yeah! Auckland zoo darlin'!!! You're studying Zoology as well as Literature ain't ya? And yer file says you like animals so I brought you to the best zoo in the country!"

Kainga gently let go of James and rubbed his eyes. Examining the sight of the less populated zoo before giving James a thrilled look.

"James I...wow. Oh shit this is amazing...really!" The Tongan's whole aura seems to brighten as he got happier. Kainga quickly grabbed James's hand, wasting no time at all he hurriedly dragged James to see the animals. James tripped and laughed it off as he followed this new side of Kainga.

They paced along the well packed paths and jarred fences around the zoo. Dense jungle leaves against the bamboo thickets blurred in their line of sight as Kainga hurried to see everything yet keeping his well structured plan that he bored James with along the way. Every pathway curving along the enclosures of incredible and exotic beasts, the zoo sectioned off into certain areas based on country or continent. The exotic breeds from all over the world left him breathless, watching the different colors of each species and how they fly across the perfect replica of their natural habitat was an enthralling experience. All the animals make him feel like they have entered the incredible depths of Amazon jungle. The atmosphere and the cage designs seemed as real as nature itself.

Kainga stops by the South American exhibit to admire the vibrant and vivid colors of the parrots. What surprised him the most was that it was an open enclosure, meaning the parrots could fly around an open space where tourists walked through as they pleased. An eye-catching Blue and Gold Macaw perched on a high branch just above Kainga. James smiled as Kainga giggled at the bird, softly petting it's beautifully preened feathers.

"I take it you like birds the most then huh?" James mentions as the bird puffed out its feathers in a sign of enjoyment. Another Macaw came up behind James and curiously pecked at a folded up map he's holding, making James jump and swatting harmlessly at the cheeky bird. It flapped it's wings and squawked at him rather loudly, James was holding back the urge to squawk back at it.

"Avians have always been my favorite. There's something so magnificent about them. I adore all the tropical species, especially the ones back home."

The Macaw took flight from beside him and landed back on it's perch high in the tropical lush trees that shaded the entire area. Kainga watched it fly away with awe before noticing a keeper in a red polo shirt and microphone preforming with the dazzling birds. Kainga was transfixed by the colors of the large parrots and they spun and shimmered against the light that cut through the trees. The keeper spoke to the gathering crowd of visitors. Kainga was about to ask if they wanted to go and watch before his arm was grabbed and dragged away by James. He made a disgruntled yelp but followed, James making an excitable claim about seeing the "Ripper crocodiles they had here!" Going against Kainga's structured plan of the date.

"James?! I thought we were seeing the elephants next?"

"Are yer serious?" James asked with a grin, looking over his shoulder at him. "Do we need to plan everything?"

"Yes, James. I am serious. Zoo going is a serious business." Kainga retorted with a straight face. He couldn't hold it and let a small laugh escape. "At least a general direction will do, so we don't waste time going all over the place in zigzags."

James rolled his eyes and scoffed. "C'mon. Live a little would ya?! We got all afternoon here and frankly I'd rather spend it looking at giant man-eating lizards!" He exclaimed that like there was nothing more romantic than seeing a 500 kilogram or so prehistoric beast rip apart a raw chicken or a full leg of a cow. After the dreams Kainga had been having, he might as well be sick to his stomach even thinking about it.

"Well if you want to see the crocodiles, we're going the wrong way. You're holding the map upside down James."

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The date goes, dare he say perfectly. They explored every area of the zoo as the evening started to set in, Kainga made sure that he saw everything no matter the animal or enclosure. James occasionally boasting about how he created some of these animals, ever so causally. Mainly the dangerous, venomous creatures that could kill you within seconds. They'd seen everything from swinging monkey's to large carnivorous cats like lions and tigers. Kainga stood on his tippy toes and leaned over the railing to get a view of each one. Running his fingers along the glass at the Orangutan exhibit and watching in awe as they swung around their enclosure with remarkable balance. There was only one area left. The one James was most excited about showing Kainga that he'd saved until last. The area at the very back of the zoo past the frigid penguin and seal enclosure.

Most tourists start to vacate the zoo as darkness rears its head over the blue skies, creating a symphony of crimson and orange tinges that form the sunset. James lead Kainga deeper as the thicket around them seem to darken too, becoming more native to the New Zealand bush with deep green ferns beginning to line the wooden boardwalk. With all of the crowds gone, Kainga was met with the sounds of the zoo. A distant river rushing and what sounded like a waterfall against native bird song that echoed from the canopy. A lot of it too.

"Oh? James where are we?" Kainga asked him in a hasty whisper, like they weren't supposed to be here.

"Yer said ya liked birds right?"

"Yes. I did..."

"Well we're in the New Zealand bird section. It's a giant aviary full of native birds. There's a look-out at the top too! C'mon!"

They came to a small gate that was the entrance to the whole massive exhibit. An entire enclosed jungle inside of it, the whole aviary like a hidden paradise that mimicked the natural beauty of the New Zealand forest like it was sliced right from one. James dragged Kainga through rather roughly, making the Tongan yell at him.

Dusk stained the glistening foliage with shadow and murk. As nightfall descended, the sounds of the jungle began to ebb. Uncertainty hung in the warm, wet air as the creatures began to prepare for the long stretch of darkness. Kainga trailed James as they walked through, the sound of his shoes hitting the damp mossy trail, that switched from gravelly dirt to a boardwalk that took them higher into the dense undergrowth. He caught sight of a small stream that trickled down the rocky surface next to the boardwalk, eventually leading to a waterfall that glistened in the little light that was emitted as the canopy covered what little of the days light was left. Causing bright dashes of color around the forest. The hurried flapping of bird wings as curious Fantails perched themselves along the trees next to the track, dancing and swaying their black and white tail feathers as they twirled around the couple. Perhaps hoping to get a closer look with their eccentric chirping. James stopped to let Kainga watch them.

Finally they made it up the wooden stairs to a large balcony, looking over the whole of the aviary like a king looked over his kingdom. Kainga instantly went to the end of the deck and looked over the lush canopy below. Various leaves rustled with signs of life within them, an array of bird song sang out like a choir. Not in sync but beautiful nonetheless. Kainga watched in wonderment at the sight, he crossed his arms and rested them on the wooden railing. He gazed out.

"Oh James...it's beautiful. Really. This is wonderful." He addressed him as he saw James come and lean on the fence next to him in his peripheral vision. His smile was warm and bright.

"I knew you'd like it. Rather peaceful up here isn't it." James watched Kainga smile as he watched out. The way it made him feel was different. Kainga's smile was captivating him. So much so that he'd rather watch him smile subtly than watch the setting sun over the forest. Kainga did notice. When it came to James he wasn't really subtle. About anything. He found it charming. The simple fact that James was watching him smile, made him smile more.

It was a short while of tranquility before it was broken by the real reason they were up here. Birds started to appear from their hides once the pair were stationary. First a Tīeke flapped beside Kainga's arm, making its way to the various fruits on the bird feeder beside them. It's black and brown pigment almost blended in with the damp wood. It wasn't long before more birds came to feed. A pair of curious Kākās perched on the thick branches, alongside a dazzling Wood Pigeon that was sat preening its verdant feathers.

They soon had a collection of native birds surrounding them. Rainbow lorikeets showing off their flamboyant bright colored feathers as they began to feed as well. Various smaller finches and Fantails got closer to Kainga's hands, flying close to him so much so that he could feel the air being beaten off their small wings. They danced around them like a scripted ballet performance in the air. Some brave Gouldian finches even perching on Kainga's palm and fingers chirping at him like they were telling him the latest gossip. Kainga laughed with the light tickling of their small claws on his skin before watching them fly to the bird feeder beside him. He turns his attention back to James, now only realizing how close they were together.

"Hey James?"

James paused to give him a bit of a weird look. Kainga more focused on the flashy Wood Pigeon now so James shrugs it off.

"Yeah?"

"Tell me about yourself."

Kainga finally speaks up about the important questions in their relationship. If they were going to move further that is. And the truth is, he really didn't know all that much about James. Other than the fact we was as dumb as a pile of bricks.

"You...want to know about me?"

Kainga gulps as he fears he's struck a nerve within the Devil beside him with James's sudden tense. To his surprise. James just smiles, nervously rubbing the back of his neck.

"Yeah. I do."

"Well there really isn't much to say. Or to know really," The New Zealander replies. ",I was born in heaven as an angel, given the name Lucifer by birth. Ever since eyes were laid upon me I was the favorite of the Archangels. I was incredibly good looking I must say..." he laughed before pausing. Almost sadly. "And. As the story goes. I was God's favorite."

Kainga almost feels pity for him as James gives him a saddened side glance. James kept going as Kainga rested his head on his shoulder gently.

"According to the other angels, I became so impressed with my own beauty, intelligence and power that I started to desire more. I was greedy. I wanted the honor and glory that belonged to God and God alone. Even though he loved me like his own. I was young and stupid. I felt like I could do more, be more than who I was. As my version goes, I was the one who asked for a pay rise and got kicked out of Heaven." Even though James laughed, it seemed he was just joking to cover up the pain in his voice at the retelling.

"The sin that corrupted me was self-generated pride. I fought them off until I was on the edge of Heaven."

"Fought who?"

"The other angels. They started to tear at my wings, they ripped 'em right off my body. War broke out in Heaven. God did nothing to stop them. I had my reasons. I had my rights! But this all perfect all loving all forgiving God couldn't find it in himself to love me again, nevermind forgive me. Sometimes I ask myself if he still loves me like he did before. My revolt was unsuccessful and I was kicked out of heaven and fell to plummet to the underworld. I no longer deserved my place in Heaven and I was replaced. It's only for the stuck up snobs that prefer a perfect boring good life anyways. With that, I started to build Hell with my own two hands. I lifted it from the dirt and dust and created a haven for the imperfect to thrive. So expectations of a superior God wouldn't constantly force them to be something they're not. Despite what those God manipulated mortals wrote in that fucking book, Hell is not what it seems."

James's breath is hasty before he finishes up, leaving him rather silent. Kainga softly takes his hand, unsure of what even to say. James's hand grips his as Kainga ushered. "I'm sorry..." Maybe he shouldn't of asked.

"It's....It's okay. I've learned from it, I'm now King of Hell and get to bully the absolute shit out of Catholics. In all honesty I'd rather be Satan or James than Lucifer."

"Do you, not like being called Lucifer?"

James shook his head. "No. Lucifer was an angel. Lucifer was Gods favorite. I'm not him anymore."

"In all visual depictions of Satan I've seen, you've always had wings. Why don't you have any now?"

"Well, they were torn from me body. Some presume I got new wings but I didn't. Perhaps it was the final punishment, so I couldn't fly back up to the golden gates of Heaven. I've still got little stubs from where they used to be though. Wanna touch 'em?!"

"What?! Fuck no!"

"Oh c'mon! Sometimes they get a little juicy-"

"JAMES FUCK OFF-"

The mood is quickly lightened again as Kainga ducked under the playful swipe James threw at him in an attempt to catch him. The Tongan avoiding touching those wing stubs like the plague, laughing all the while he's slowly backed against the railing. James eventually caught him by his hips. Kainga expected him to tell him to touch it again, but he did something a lot more surprising. James holds his hips and kisses him instead. No crucifix to burn his lips this time. The only heat coming from his mouth was the passionate intertwining of their lips as Kainga kissed him back. It only grew deeper as Kainga moved his hands from his chest to wrap his arms around his neck. He doesn't notice the hands under his shirt until they start to softly knead at the skin above his waist. There's no room to separate them anymore. Not with James's warm hands touching further up the sides of his body. He almost forgets that they're in a public place. He almost forgets that he's making out with Satan.

Kainga barely noticed a thing. He thought the tug at his stomach was just butterflies. You can imagine his shock when the foundations of his balance crumble and he lands on his back against the sheets of a bed. He opened his mouth to say something, most likely profanity before James cuts him off and the kissing resumes. That familiar glow of the curtains behind James. Shit. They were back at his apartment. In his bed.

James is surprisingly gentle with him. As gentle as the Devil could be at least. The burning sensation of his lips travels down his neck and shoulders, allowing Kainga to gasp out for breath. He started to remove his clothes like one would undress a doll, his mouth always pressed against some form of his flesh. Kainga spluttered slightly as lewd noises started to spill from his lips as James is not too hasty, nor too rough with him once he finally intensified his movements. Bite marks are left stinging on his collar bone as James builds up his release, matching the scratch marks Kainga left on his back. He was right about the stubs where his wings once were. Kainga was too out of it to notice, squirming below him before there's a pause and sweet relief. Everything seemed to burn.

So. That was sex huh? Before that encounter he'd seen sex as overrated and bland. Before that encounter he was a virgin.

He just had his first time with Satan. Fucking. Satan.

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