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bleuhisteria · 1 year

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Chapter 2 Kalego x Reader

The week went by rather fast so it would seem...

(Y/N) sighs as she closed her book, placing it on the book holster on her waist as she looked at herself in the mirror, 'It's fine if I don't wear the uniform right? I don't have one yet but my usual clothes don't really have much coverage.' she thought as she looked at herself in the mirror.

Her clothes looked like a modified bunny girl outfit with a book holster on the waist, though what covered most of her exposed skin was her cloak, something that she thought she'd have to wear a lot more these days since she was working with kids, her gaze turns to the tattered pointed hat on her bed.

Magical energy oozing from it, it had a detection warding spell casted on it, stronger than those glasses that one could get from the store, this could erase her presence entirely. Not even Balam's ability could get past it, (Y/N) smiled as she picked it up, it was her finest work, in her eyes at least.

She used it to cover up the hair shaped like a scythe sticking out from her head, she took her boots from the closet and her staff before leaving her room, Sullivan cried as he watched her leave through the front door, crying about how his daughter and grandson were growing up so fast.

(Y/N)'s wings sprouted from her back, she kicked off the ground and began to fly towards Babyls, coming a step closer to her goal.

Her boots land on the ground, her cloak covering everything that needed to be covered that was considered inappropriate in the eyes of demons, she walks past the student council greeting students coming into the school and immediately heads to the teacher's lounge in search of Dantalion Dali, who would be teaching her the ropes of being an educator.

Looking around the lounge, a few teachers chatting and laughing, she spotted the dirty blonde demon and sent a small harmless strike of magic towards him to get his attention. Dali suddenly felt a cold chill and touched his neck, turning the direction of where he assumed the magic came from, he looks over and smiles.

"(Y/N)-sensei, it's great to finally meet you." He states, much to the confusion of the other teachers, they turn to where Dali was facing and saw no one there.

Dali walks over and offers his hand to shake, (Y/N) takes his hand, turning visible to everyone's eyes once she did, the looks of astonishment she was receiving was nerve-wracking to say the least.

"It's a pleasure to be working with you, Dali-sensei, I'll be in your care." She stated blankly before letting go of the hand and disappearing once again, now only visible to Dali.

"It seems I'm the only one who can see you, how are you able to do that?" Dali asks in amusement.

(Y/N) gives a small smile, "Perhaps you'll find out." she states.

"Oh~?" Dali hummed, now even more intrigued by the new peculiar teacher, his eye opened slightly, his jaw clenched into a smile, 'I almost let my tongue slip.' he thought nervously. He laughs, "Well anyway, I'll show you around." he says, dismissing his previous thoughts.

"Here's my lesson plan, I hope it'll be integrated into my class's schedule." (Y/N) hands over a folder to the demon.

Dali opens the folder and read the lesson plan, a smile forms on his face before he handed it back to (Y/N), "Looks good, we should get going, you also need to be introduced to your class soon." he says.

Just as they were about to head off, a certain demon entered the room, turning to head to his desk he inevitably bumped into the invisible witch, causing her invisibility cover to fall.

(Y/N)'s eyes widened as she was met with a sharp gaze.

"Ah, Kalego-sensei, just finished teaching the misfit class?" Dali joked before turning to the now visible teacher beside him. "This is the new temp teacher--"

"(L/N) (Y/N)." Kalego stated, cutting Dali off.

Dali looked at Kalego, then back at (Y/N), "You two know each other?" he asks.

(Y/N)'s eyes turn away, "We...were schoolmates..." she answered quietly, seeming as though she didn't want to speak about it.

"That's surprising." Dali looked at the two in awe.

Kalego sighs, "Go visit Shichiro if you have time, he'd be glad to see you." he states before walking past the two and to his desk.

(Y/N) looked to the floor as he walked past, her lips visibly pursing yet Dali was unable to see it as her hat covered her face, she became quiet and continued walking, her mentor following beside her.

Dali took (Y/N) around the school, showing the school's facilities and introducing her to her class, the two would keep walking until they made it to a certain room.

"And this is the music room." Dali says, opening the door to the said room, (Y/N) enters and looks around with soft eyes.

She smiles, "It hasn't changed much after all these years." she chuckled and ran over to the violin case and took the deviolin, a demon violin, similar to the demon piano where you must focus on the form it takes or else it'll take shape of your personality.

Dali follows in, watching (Y/N) as she prepared to play a piece, "You know how to play, (Y/N)-sensei?" he asks, quite curious about the demoness he had just met a few hours prior.

"Just listen." She replied, thinking of a piece to play for her senior, her eyes closed as she finally thought of a piece, she began to play a melody.

She played as well as she could, albeit not as good as she used to, her travelling had left her no time play instruments and in turn had made her skills quite rusty, it thankfully went unnoticed by Dali, even if he had noticed, she was grateful he didn't point it out.

Dali clapped after (Y/N)'s performance, "You did amazingly!" he says as she put the deviolin back in its case, ready to leave the room.

(Y/N) scratches the back of her head, "Thanks..." she said shyly before leaving the room.

The two went on to see the rest of the school, during lunch time (Y/N) turned to Dali in hopes of finding something out, "Dali-sensei, is Balam Shichiro in this school?" she asks, the earlier interaction with Kalego bothering her, clearly seen on her face.

He seemed to catch on, he nods, "I'll take you to the Demonic History prep room." he says with a gentle smile.

(Y/N)'s eyes glimmered, "Please." she says, looking away, unbeknownst to Dali, she was very anxious.

Once they made it to the door, she looked at it, rather afraid, fidgeting with her fingers nervously.

As Dali saw it, he knew he probably shouldn't be there for their reunion, "I have a class in a few minutes, I'll leave you be, if you need me just wait in the lounge." he states, giving comfort to (Y/N).

She nods before he walked away, (Y/N) let out a shaky breath as she laid her hand on the door handle, she knocked first for politeness before opening the door and stepping inside, she looked past the magical apparatuses and the many books that would've intrigued her if she weren't so nervous.

Her gaze was met with another's, the demon stood up and silently walked over to her, towering over her and casting a shadow upon her, (Y/N) gulped.

Immediately she was grabbed and lifted off her feet, ingulfed in a hug by the gargoyle, "(Y/N)!" he exclaimed with joy, he takes her off his chest and held her up, "It's really you..." he states, tears forming in the corners of his eyes.

"Yeah...it's me." She replied, a soft smile plastered on her face, tears of joy falling down her cheeks.

Balam sets her down and wipes her tears, "Don't cry." he said soothingly.

(Y/N) jumps on him and wraps her arms around him, burying her face on his body, "I can't help it! I missed you! I miss seeing you and that stupid jerk Kalego!" she whined, crying in the arms of the gargoyle.

He chuckled and pats her back, comforting her, "There, there."

Later after the two calmed down, (Y/N) asked for equipment to prepare tea as, in her eyes Balam was way too nervous while making it, she sets the cups down on the table and sat beside the giant teacher.

"Where have you been? I haven't seen you since graduation, Kalego-kun and I were worried." He says, picking up the cup of tea, removing his mask to reveal his scarred face.

(Y/N) looks away, "As if he'd be worried." she rolled her eyes, much to Balam's surprise, "I'd believe it if you said you were." a sigh escapes her lips.

'It's true though...' He thought as he took a sip from his cup, allowing (Y/N) to continue to fill the silence for them.

"And for why I suddenly disappeared, it's...complicated." she says wearily, her hand reaching for her staff on her back holster.

Her hand went over the glimmering staff as Balam wondering why she was emphasizing such a thing, she takes a deep breath and turned to him with a serious look, "What I'm about to tell you is something you must only keep to yourself, promise me you won't utter a word of this to anyone else." she states.

He nods, "I promise." he replies, now tensing up from the seriousness of her tone.

(Y/N) turned her head away as she spoke, "I was cursed..." she began, already coming to a shock to Balam who had to put his mask back on to hide his expression.

"This staff and I are blood bound, any damage done to this staff will affect me as well, I can't be apart from this staff for too long or else the curse will take effect." She explained, her gaze not meeting Balam's as she did.

His brows furrowed with worry, a ton of questions immediately coming to mind, How did she get cursed? What are the effects of the curse? Is there a cure for it? And so much more.

She turns to him, giving him a comforting smile after seeing his worried eyes, "But, for as long as I'm alive I'm currently the strongest, and weakest demon alive, think of the staff as my Achilles heel." she said with a joking grin.

"What are the effects of this curse-- and, have you found a cure?" Balam questions, worry evident in his tone.

(Y/N) looks at him before looking away, "The effects...a part of my body will be taken if the staff is damaged, it's the same if the staff and I are apart for too long, I can't use my bloodline magic or else, again, a part of me will be taken." she states with a sigh.

"But!" She turns back to the gargoyle, "Despite the curse having some downsides, the staff itself gives so much power that I don't even have to use my bloodline magic--!" she exclaims.

"--It also allows me to copy bloodline magic and can comprehend my homebrew spells! Isn't that awesome?!" She asks, all excitedly, hoping that her barrage of excitement would ease the worry of the teacher next to her.

Balam's sweat dropped, his buzzer ability figuring out that some of her excitement was a lie, he managed to calm her down and moved on, believing that she didn't want to worry him or talk about the subject of the curse itself.

He sighs, "How about you tell me where you've been all this time?" he asks calmly.

(Y/N) nervousness instinctively copied his calm behavior, "That's...after graduation I--"

The two went on to have a much more casual conversation, Balam being glad that (Y/N) wasn't anxious around him anymore and (Y/N) being glad that their conversation became that of how they used to talk back when they were schoolmates.

Later on, the bell cried and the two went on their way, (Y/N) went back to the teacher's lounge, her eyes scan the room finding no sign of Dali. But there was sign of Kalego, she figured since she had already faced Balam, it was time she faced him as well, (Y/N) walks over to his desk where he was sitting.

She walks over to his desk, suddenly appearing beside him, a lack of care visible on his part as he continued grading papers, "I went and spoke to Shichiro, I heard you looked far and wide to find me, to think you'd swallow up your pride to even ask the head of the Naberius clan for me, I'm touched." she stated, casually leaning on his desk.

"I really couldn't believe it, you looking for me? I almost didn't believe Shichiro was telling the truth." She says, crossing her arms.

Kalego broke, looking in her direction, glaring daggers, "Silence, if you're only going to mock me, don't even bother, I honestly wonder why you even bothered to come back." he states, standing up from his desk and collecting his papers before putting the chair in its place, he then proceeded to walk out of the room, not bothering to continue the conversation.

(Y/N) follows close behind, "Hey, I appreciate you being worried and looking for me, I just honestly thought you couldn't care less about me." she says, catching up and walking beside him.

"Are you going to tell me why you're here?" He asks, his scowl unchanging and his eyes remained forward, not looking at her at all.

"Other than I'm a temp, not really." She shrugged.

Pissed off, Kalego began walking faster, (Y/N) following along, "Hey! Wait up!" she calls, trying to catch up.

She groans, "Fine! I'll tell you!" she says, causing Kalego to slow down, looking back at her.

"I'm--"

Before (Y/N) could speak, a group of students running around the halls passed Kalego, and she who was invisble got bumped into and shoved to the ground unintentionally.

"Oh shoot--it's Kalego-sensei!" One of the students shouted, causing the rest to run faster.

"No running in the halls!" He shouted before his gaze turned to (Y/N), his eyes widened seeing her hat off her head and revealing something that he never knew he would be afraid of...

Chapter 2 End.

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rottmnt-hc · 1 year

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Smith AU Part 1

From THIS HC, and dialogue from THIS ART made by @averagehomosapien

Warning: there is a nightmare with the tagged warnings, skip nightmare if you're uncomfortable with death, blood and crushing. Is not written neatly so I might work on it later.

It was rare that Raphael found himself awake after passing out, especially after a hard fight. Despite the fight being months ago, everyone involved was exhausted.

Especially after the bombshell.

Splinter had named Leo leader out of the blue, which got a negative reaction from Leo, Donnie, and Mikey.

Raph felt nothing but relief, and nausea, but that didn't matter.

It had been six months since the fight and Raph finally called a brother meeting last night, which lead to his now predicament.

It started with yelling…and ended with cowardice.

"Leo isn't fit to be leader! Honestly I'm not sure we'll survive long."

"Now Donnie, we won't die, but I kinda agree with Donnie on the not Leader material. Leo why didn't you argue?! You argued every other time."

"I don't want it anymore than you do! Pops won't let off. Raph maybe if you-"

"Nah, I don't think so." This gains shock from his three younger brothers.

"What!?" "Raph?" "What do you mean?"

Donnie sounded violent there, so Raph went for it instead of waiting.

"I…am not okay, I don't think I've been okay for a long time. I…we are changing, growing up so my method of leading isn't working for us. I've always thought Leo or any of you would be able to lead, that I just needed to step back and let you. I guess my… overbearingness won out, saying keeping you guys as kids was the right thing. I messed up Mike's first solo mission, Donnie. While I don't approve of theft, I don't mind it being the government as long as it's not too much, or some rich folks, and Leo I was actually going to ask you to be a leader myself if only for a bit. I wish dad would have spoken to us or at least me about it instead of springing it on all of us. I could have eased you into it, maybe coach you and you coach me. Co lead maybe, not springing it on you." Raph paused, realized he was rambling and dared looking at his brothers.

They all stared at him, mouths agape.

He began to fidget and second guess himself, as Leo began to open his mouth, Raph ran for his room.

He waited for everyone to go to bed before finally sleeping himself.

⇐===Nightmare====>

Lights blared red as Raphael ran, passing his Father's body, being held by Draxum's body. Like an attempt to protect.

Gram-Gram's ghost leading him to his brothers, calling him to hurry, to save them unlike he had done for her.

It was too late.

Donatello laying on his stomach facing away from him, his poor soft shell exposed and fully sliced open.

Mikey was not far, liquid oozing slowly from his mouth, looked as though he was tossed away from his big brother. Eyes dark but wide with fright.

Further down fought Leo, his sword being broken and head grabbed.

Raph couldn't move.

Raph couldn't get to them.

The red clad turtle watched as Shredder flexed his hand and Leo stopped moving.

Raph watched as Shredder turned towards him, mouth open wide and the demon speeding towards him.

⇐===End Nightmare====>

Raph gasped awake and now laying in his bed, tiredly looking at the roof of his train car.

Getting up slowly and making his way to the kitchen, he thought about how powerless they were without weapons.

No backups and nothing to help them out.

The large turtle found himself outside the kitchen turning on the light, he began making a Matcha blend to try to relax.

Mug firmly in hand, Raph took a deep breath. Closing his eyes at the thickness of the tea.

"Raph? Are you okay?"

Raph didn't startle but he did turn to see Donnie standing in the kitchen doorway.

"Nightmare, I'm just calming down." Raph closed his eyes in relief, Donnie was alive. All he had to do was check on the other two.

He heard movement and pinpointed it to the freezer.

Listening as Donnie moved around the kitchen, Raph kept his eyes closed. Only opening them to see his purple clad brother with two large containers of ice cream, cookies, sprinkles, and cookie dough in both hands.

Raph chuckled, remembering the late night "Big Brothers" meetings he and Donnie shared.

"We talked after you ran" Raph blushed in shame, "and you raised some great points, Leo…can be an okay leader. We realize that it wasn't fair on you to solve our problems all the time so we had a bit of a talk triangle. I know you were getting overwhelmed, honestly as second eldest I should have been the one to step up."

Donnie swirled his spoon in his plain vanilla ice cream before continuing, "We'll accept Nardo's lead, as long as you agree with co-leading. Being a leader isn't attractive..it's not a…Leo thing."

Raph snort, "It's attractive if he makes it that way, and we both know he'll try."

They finished off their treats and as Donnie left the kitchen Raph thought of it.

"Wait! Donnie, could you uuh…make me a forge or something? I know you're busy and all, but maybe-" He hated asking Donnie for things, what if he had a project he wanted to focus on!?

Donnie felt ecstatic, it was rare that his big brother asked him for things, even if they were simple.

"Of course my dear Raph! Might I ask why?" He was already putting the design into his wrist computer, keeping an encouraging gaze on his big brother.

"I think I want to learn to make more weapons, both ours and maybe different kinds." He replied hoping Donnie could read between the lines.

Donnie paused and smiled gently, "Don't worry big guy, I got it handled."

The two separated, for once Donnie slept without prompting and Raph didn't have a nightmare.

#Smith AU #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt fandom #tmnt #rottmnt #Smith au #Raphael #Donatello #Leonardo #Michelangelo #brief Leo and Mikey #Next part introduces OCs #tw blood #tw nightmares #tw implied death #tw crushing #Brains and Brawns #JellyJam duo #owl writes

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horizon-of-the-lance · 7 months

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Unmasked

Darkember 4th-5th

Party

Konguq-Human Wizard Captain

Ace-Human Rouge Quartermaster

Vodren-Human Cleric Healer and Navigation

Bron-Dwarf Fighter and Battle Master

Ryai-Elf Spellblade Night Watch

Vorlo-Hobgoblin Apothecary and Helmsman

The Dandies prepare to fight the plauge spirit that erupted from Broud. Ace takes a swing at it and quickly moves behind the stuffed bear that sits in front of the door. Vodren quickly moves Broud away from the spirit and back into the hallway. Konguq commands Zim to attack the spirit and in doing so, absorbs some of it's power. She drags Ryai back to avoid the poisonous gas it's about to erupt. Bron pushes the bear on top of the Gorilla and Ryai sets it on fire. With the gorilla pinned Ace slips back into the room and stabs it again. It melts under the bear, defeated. Vodren notices Zim look at his hands

With Broud saved and most of the threats neutralizes, the party goes and explores the house more. Vodren goes to talk the Alchemist, Ryai and Bron go to collect any sentimental objects for the kids, and Konguq and Ace go to get Broud's bag.

Ryai before going to collect the quilt checks on the room that couldn't be opened due to the dirt blocking the door. He decides to circle back to see if he can get Zim's assistance.

Ace and Konguq attempt to distract the flies to get Broud's bag. Ace manages to sneak beneath and hide but unfortunately Konguq becomes their target. Ryai arrives to ask for Zim but sees the predicament they're in. Ryai casts Darkness and distracts the flies with his blade allowing the two to bring the bag in safe and sound. Ryai requests Zim and the two follow him to uncover the room. As Zim and a mage hand begin to dig Ryai goes to grab and clean the quilt.

Ace and Konguq discuss the matter of Ace becoming a cleric due to his previous interactions with Mishakal praying to save Konguq and the incident with the Demon. The Gnoll's Dire Hyena sniffs at Ace, and as Ryai returns he notices that it calls him "Father"

Vodren finds the Alchemist in the nursery again, holding a vial. She requests that he leaves his holy symbol behind and he complies. Once inside he recognizes her as Marble, the alchemist from Solace. From her he learns how she survived Solace

While trying to escape the blaze Marble tripped and fell on the case of potions she was carrying, resulting in the severe lacerations on her body. She managed to hide with a seeker who severely burned her face and had no memories of her past. There as they hid did Morgian come and offered them both salvation. Seeker Rohrta and Marble have been working together ever since. Vodren remembers that she used to worship Sirron back in Solace. But she turned away from him now that she's become a Deva to Morgian. She however bears no ill will to the party and decides to move on with the cultists gone. She promises to talk to the giant outside for the party so he is no longer a threat.

Vodren reconvenes with Bron who found the family founder's skull and a metal prod with a rune at the end. Zim and the Mage hand finish and the Gnolls and party get into the room. It looks pretty empty and is caved in but Ryai finds a hidden door. They enter and find a Golden Hammer and a treasure chest. Ryai and Bron examine the Golden Hammer and Ryai notices that the hooks are moveable and that the ceiling is lower than it should be. As Ace and the Gnolls examine the chest another Ooze leaps out at them. The Ooze attacks the Gnoll and they barely manage to stuff in back inside the chest. Bron not wanting to leave the Hammer behind, has Ace use his grappling hook to remove the hammer off the hooks, causing the ceiling to collapse around the treasure chest. The Gnolls grab it anyway, wanting to sell it later.

Not long after the giant returns, after a few moments however the giant leaves. The group grabs Broud and the skeletal remains of the dwarves from the hidden room. When Broud awakens he's perfectly healthy, if not miffed with the Gnolls. Vodren and Bron then lay the dwarves to rest in the family graveyard and the party returns back to Lorian's camp.

There they reunite with the kids who are happy to see their saviors return. Ryai presents them with the quilt and they nearly knock him over with a hug. Bron also gives them the prod and skull. The children tell the party that they managed to find some family on the scroll they kept that would take them in and Lorian said he would take them there after this.

Broud also states that he is happy to join the group on the ship despite going the opposite way of his original target. But he figures that they will probably end up going that way at some point. Ryai is estatic to have a fellow scholar on board.

The party settles in for the night, and Vodren warns the group about Zim and the possibility of him becoming sentient. Ryai wants to put Zim down with worries of what it could turn into but Konguq wants to keep Zim and study the effects further. Konguq recalls legends of this happening before but none can fully agree on how soon. The two wizards study, Konguq watching Zim as he patrols while Ryai consults Broud's books, with Broud's help. Konguq can't gleam much more than she already knew, but Ryai manages to back up a few claims and figures that as long as Konguq has Zim under her control it will be fine.

When Vodren wakes up the next morning he sees Zim standing over a blue faced Broud and slowly turns to Konguq. Vodren in a knee jerk reaction blasts half of Zim's face and runs over to Broud, waking the group. He sees that Broud is being choked by his holy Symbol which was turned into a skeleton hand. Ryai and Vodren manages to tear the thing off of him before it can do any further damage. With the full picture now, Vodren realizes that Zim was going to warn Konguq and that the holy symbol was set up by Seeker Rhorta. Vodren apologizes for the mix up as the group now gets ready to deal with the Seeker.

Ace leaves his Mishakal pendant behind to make sure that Mishakal watches over the two children. Broud being nearly choked to death stays behind to rest. The group then heads off to Vikaze.

Ace pulls away to case the village, seeing Seeker Rohrta preforming her morning sermons and sees as two previously sick villagers are brought back to health. He also sees there are still sick people in some of the houses. He circles back and tells the group. Ryai and Vodren decide to go in first to make an appearance and heal the sick animals to show true healing. The two approach the Shepard who is slightly wary, but Ryai phrases thier good deed as a way of thank Seeker Rohrta for her help finding thier friend. The Shepard buys it and the three go to work making the ritual circle. As Vodren preforms it, the light of the circle turns a sickly yellow as all the animals collapse dead. the Shepard gives them an evil smile when Vodren notices his sabotage.

The Shepard blows his horn and Ryai grabs Vodren trying to flee. He notices that Vodren struggles to keep up from his exhaustion and sets the field ablaze to slow their pursuers. As the Shepard shouts he falls dead, struck by Vorlo's slingshot. Konguq reaches out to Ryai via message and asks if he can lure the villagers back to the barn. Ryai tells Vodren to find the others as he runs back through the town trying to lure everyone back.

He is unfortunately surrounded by some townsfolk and is confronted by Seeker Rhorta. She calls for Vodren to show himself to the crowd. Before Vodren does however, Ace steps forward. He flashes a crude signat ring with a fox jumping through an infinity circle claiming to be a cleric of Mishakal. Vodren sneaks around from behind. Seeker Rohrta challenges him on his claim however, now drawing the crowds attention. She has the Shepard's body dragged out to be revived. While the crowd watches, Konguq sneaks into the barn. She discovers that while all the food in there looks fresh, it's covered in flies. She begins loading up on a floating disk.

Ace stares at the corpse of the dead Shepard and tries to beg to Mishakal for her to come to him. Ryai, however, recognizes that his begs sound more like demands and knows that what Ace is trying to do is nearly impossible. He manages to swipe a stave from one of the villagers, extend it and disguise Animate Dead as Revifiy. The Corpse rises, and Ace realizes it wasn't him that did it. He locks eyes with Ryai as Mishakal gently chides Ace for his tone.

Vodren makes himself known after, congratulating Ace for his job well done.(despite knowing that something wasn't right with the spell) The crowd is in an uproar over the events and Vodren begins to tell them that what Seeker Rohrta is doing isn't healing. The group then explains to the people what they found at the dwarf house in the woods. Vodren then tells them that the food they're eating is tainted and Konguq steps out with the floating disk of food from the Barn. Vodren casts Dispell Magic and it all quickly rots away before the Villagers eyes. Seeker Rohrta knowing the jig is up, brushes off her previous disguise and reveals herself to be a cleric of Morgian. She removes her mask before the crowd and while Vodren doesn't recognize her, Vorlo goes pale. Beneath the mask was the burnt face of Seeker Rowanna. One of the first people the group met at Stone Hill House. While the party tries to jog her memory it is ultimately futile with her first memory being woken up in dragon fire.

She then shows her power to the group, telling them that without her, all the villagers would die in an hour. The villagers double over in pain as the sickness spreads. She asks how many they could save in an hour. Ace fully fed up of her bullshit goes to beat her unconscious with his cane. She looks shocked as the man steps forward and a loud buzzing sound could be heard from the Barn.

The Fate of Vikaze

Bron and Ace move in close to Seeker Rohrta to make her submit. Konguq runs to the barn to see if she can start a blaze to dispose of the flies. She notices they are moving violently and in unison. While she starts, Ryai has Marovie chuck a bottle of lantern oil against the side of the barn and start the blaze from there. Ryai commands that the Shepard protect Ace and goes to try and help people move away from the Barn. Vodren summons his dire wolves to flank Seeker Rohrta. Seeker Rohrta then summons a large poisonous cloud to choke out the party while she is knocked to the ground. Konguq returns with a wind wall to stop it from moving forward towards the villagers. The party has Seeker Rohrta thoroughly surrounded as they try to break her concentration on the spell. The Shepard lands a devastating hit on the cleric and she willingly ends the spell. Knowing her fate was sealed irregardless of what she did, she makes a final prayer to Morgian showing what she was willing to sacrifice. Konguq recognizes this as a death curse.

Seeker Rohrta dissolves into nothing, turning into a husk of a human before the group as the villagers condition worsen considerably. Vodren rushes over and prays to Habakkuk offering all he has to try and save the village. Habakkuk offers an ultimatum, he could save the village in return for Vodren losing his ability to make miracles. He understands whats at and Habakkuk doesn't intervene. Bron begins mercy killing the villagers so they don't suffer. Others join in but Ryai freezes, deciding to go get Broud and put the Shepard down instead. Ace insists someone goes with him and Vodren volunteers. While the two go to get Broud, the rest try to gather the dead and grab firewood for a funeral pyre. The group takes time to reflect on the event that occurred.

Seeker Rohrta despised them so much, she was willing die to make sure they failed.

When Ryai and Vodren return with Broud he tells them to start tearing the houses down for the funeral pyre. Not long after they notice the sails of the the Dandy Rose. The crew joins in on the funeral efforts as Broud preforms his own ceremony for the dead. The flames go from blue to green as he declares that the souls of the dead are freed from Morgian's grasp and will go to wherever they were meant to head before Seeker Rohrta's influence.

Tired and crestfallen the party returns to ship and plans thier next course. They decide to stop by Wayreth to study Zim more and avoid Qualinost as much as possible. Ace mentions the rumor he heard from Larion about the elves looking for holy men. Ryai and Vodren look at each other, and Ryai fears that his trial has more truth to it than he originally thought...

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Violetgrass (Xiao x f!reader)

Pairing: Yan!Xiao x f!reader

Word count: 6.7K+

Warnings: not the most canon complaint cuz the timeline for the archon War is a little blurry? Angst with no happy ending, major and repeated character death, semi-detailed descriptions of blood, injuries, and violence. Unhealthy and toxic relationships, yandere themes, mentions of stalking, controlling behavior, mentions of kid-napping, forced captivity. Unhealthy mindsets and generally xiao’s kinda slowly losing his sanity. Some delusions. Allusions of starvation/dehydration (it’s like one sentence). Pleas do not read this if any of the previously mentioned topics trigger you in any way.

Genre: Angst and Yandere

Tags/Aus: Mythology Au, Reincarnation Au

Summary: You and Xiao were lovers during the Archon War. You were his paradise, his bliss, and, unfortunately, a fragile mortal who was taken away far too soon. However Celestina was kind enough, or perhaps cruel enough, to bring you back to Xiao, only to rip you out of his loving embrace once more. This happens again and again, each time far more painfully than the last. Even an Adeptus such as Xiao can only take so much before he snaps though. This time, he’s gonna make sure that no one, not even you, can take his bliss away.

A/N: This is my piece for the Attack on Academia Mythology Au Collab!! Be sure to check the rest of them, they’re all super awesome and made by amazing writers!

You’ve heard the myth about the Vigilant Yaksha and the violetgrass maiden, haven’t you?

It’s said that the two are eternally intertwined, destined to love each other, only to be ripped apart by both her mortality and the cruelty of the gods. The tale itself goes like this…

The first time the Adeptus and his mortal lover met was back when the Archon War was still roaring. The smell of blood and misery filled the air and Rex Lapis had yet to claim his title as the Geo Archon. Despite this, some managed to find joy and serenity in these troubling periods.

The maiden was one of those people. She found joy in frolicking through the fields and climbing the highest mountains to collect qingxin flowers and, her personal favorite, violetgrass, whenever she had the time. Though climbing up the steep mountains and jagged peaks of Liyue was indeed dangerous, the damsel had become quite skilled at climbing, her hold rarely ever slipping, no falls or cuts of any sort.

Until one day, the maiden was climbing up a particular mountain. It was a troublesome one, for there were no proper footholds or protruding stones to grab on to. Still, the pretty violetgrass that was just a foot or two away from her, swaying gently with the wind, was far too tempting to not collect. It would look so lovely in a flower crown, or maybe a vase, perhaps she could flatten it out to make a bookmark or-

A piercing shriek escaped the mortal. Whilst her thoughts had been elsewhere, she’d stopped on a small ledge that was far too fragile to support her weight, the rock beneath the maiden gave away to nothing before she could react.

She shut their eyes tightly, bracing herself for an impact that would surely leave her battered and bruised, if not dead.

However, it never came.

Instead, she was caught mid-air by a pair of strong arms that secured their hold under the mortal woman’s knees and neck. She didn’t open her eyes right away, for fear that she would still fall, choosing instead to catch their breath. Once her savior landed safely on the ground, something she was able to detect due to the thud of shoes against the earth, she slowly opened her eyes.

Upon opening them, her eyes met with the piercing amber eyes of a young man with dark hair (the color of the ocean at night, she thought dreamily) with pretty teal bangs framing his even prettier face. His brows were furrowed slightly, thin lips twisted into what seemed to be a permanent frown. In her still dazed state, she couldn’t help but think that he was far too handsome to look so dreadfully serious.

After an intense moment of eye contact, perhaps too intense for two strangers that had met only seconds prior, he let her go in a rather unceremonious manner, causing her to squawk in surprise, knees buckling under the unexpected weight. She had not yet had a chance to gather her bearings after such a terrifying event.

Instead of asking if she was alright, the young man simply said, in a rather crude and callous manner, “You should be more careful, mortal. If I hadn’t been there to catch you, you would’ve surely broken your neck.”

She gawked at him. Mortal? Why would he refer to her in such an… odd way?

The maiden looked at him up and down, as if trying to understand just what was wrong with this poor man. Suddenly, it struck her. She’d been an absolute idiot to not have noticed sooner. From the tattoo that adorned his right arm to the way he held himself, it had been so obvious.

Her savior was an Adeptus.

He wasn’t just an Adeptus, no. He was much more than that. He was one of the Adepti who served under Rex Lapis. He was one of the five Yakshas who kept her and the people of Liyue safe if the mask tied to his belt was any indication. And instead of killing demons or evil gods, he’d taken the time to save her.

Before she could muster an adequate thank you, he, who she’d now realized was Adeptus Xiao, was already leaving, uttering a quick “Please be careful,” on his way.

Quickly, and without really thinking, she grabbed onto his wrist, blabbering out the words, “Wait, don’t go! You must allow me to repay you for your generous actions!”

The amber-eyed Adeptus opened his mouth, ready to declare that it was unnecessary, but before he could, the damsel spoke up, “I could cook you something in return. How about almond tofu?” with a small giggle she added, “I assure you it’s sweeter than those dreams you eat.”

To both of their surprises, Xiao uttered a quiet, almost shy, “Yes.”

The Adeptus didn’t know what had come over him. All he knew is that there was something about the way her eyes sparkled and her lips moved, her soothing, melodious voice. It made his heart pound in a way it never had before.

And so, she cooked him some almond tofu, and they- well, she- talked as he ate the mouthwatering sweet.

He came back the day after that one and the one after that, followed on by the one after that, and so on. Xiao hadn’t meant to, really he hadn’t. But there was something about the maiden that just brought him a peace he had never experienced before. Her warm embrace and soft, gentle words were all he needed to keep fighting, to keep living, even. She was his paradise, his bliss. It wasn’t long until they were mutually infatuated with one another, deeply in love.

Every time he would visit her home, he would always bring her the flowers she so adored. Glaze lilies, silk flowers, and of course, violetgrass. Xiao had even gifted her a small broach, one made of the finest noctilucous jade, shaped like the downturned purple flower.

Unfortunately, everything is temporary for those punished with immortality.

The first time Xiao lost his maiden was, as he remembers, a rainy day. Despite the dreary weather, she had decided to go violetgrass picking since they’re always best picked after the rain.

But, dear Archons, what a dreadful idea that had been.

While the purple flower is indeed best picked after it rains, it is also the time when rocks are most… slippery.

So, as the maiden was climbing up the steep mountains of Juyen Karst, her right hand’s hold on the rock slipped, causing her palm to be cut open by a particularly jagged piece of stone. She hissed in, watching as blood began to ooze out. Panic started to seep in, there was no ledge for her to tend to her wound, and the cut was far too big for her to continue to climb up or down.

Dread began to fill her to her very core, she felt burning hot with unchecked anxiety, fear begging to settle into her gut in the most uncomfortable of manners. She should have waited for Xiao as he had asked of her. Ever since they had first met, a year ago to the day, he’d been so adamant on wanting to go with her to ensure her safety. She’d only wanted to surprise him with some when he returned home. The maiden was so sure it would’ve been a romantic anniversary gift, seeing as they were the cause of their meeting…

She’d been such a fool.

The violetgrass maiden attempted to climb down but Celestia seemed to laugh at her feeble attempts. She stretched her leg, trying to find the foothold she had used previously. However, her foot slipped and before she knew it, she was falling, just as she had been a year ago.

Horror filled her lungs, making it hard for her to breathe, her life flashed before her eyes, and then suddenly she remembered some words her lover had uttered to her one night under the glow of the moonlight when it was but the two of them in each other’s arms:

“If you awake to a knife at your throat, if monsters dig their claws into you, if death comes knocking at your door, call out my name, Adeptus Xiao. I will be here when you call.”

And so she called, at the top of her lungs, as loud as she could muster. The seconds seemed to turn to hours as she shut her eyes and waited to feel the strong arms of her lover, to hear the safety of his heartbeat.

But it never came.

Or rather, it came too late.

By the time Xiao had finished up the demonic creatures that threatening Liyue, by the time he’d answered her call, he was already too late.

Upon manifesting in the air out of nothing, he was greeted by the side of his love’s pitiful, mortal body. Her garments were bloody, the basket she carried her flowers in laid a few feet away from her body,her neck bent in a painfully awkward way.

Xiao felt so helpless. He was so helpless.

He could do no more than hold back the tears stinging his eyes and attempting to shake her awake.

The second time Xiao met the maiden was no more than a century after the first time. The Archon War was not yet over and sickness plagued every nook and cranny, taking the lives of hundreds upon thousands.

The two star-crossed lovers were reunited one clear summer night when the maiden was wandering aimlessly through the fields of Lingju Pass. She knew it was dangerous during these times, especially with how ill she had been feeling as of late. Yet, she couldn’t bring herself to care. She’d already spent hours tossing and turning in her bed. Sleep, however, refused to come. Instead, she felt the overwhelming urge to leave the safety of her bed and go there. It was as if someone had tied a rope around her waist and was tugging at it persistently, insisting she follows.

And so she followed.

Upon reaching a clearing, she froze. In front of her very eyes was a sitting Stonehide Lawachurl, the type even the fiercest warriors in your village struggled with. The maiden quickly started backing away, praying to the Lord of Geo that it wouldn’t sense her presence. Her prayers were in vain, however, for as soon as the thought escaped her, she stepped on a twig, making it snap and effectively alerting the fearsome monster of her presence.

She shook in terror as parts of the Lawachurl’s rocky exterior began to glow with geo elemental energy. She hadn’t expected anything of the sort to happen so she hadn’t brought her sword, meaning she couldn’t exactly fight it, definitely not without a vision at least. Running wasn’t much of an option considering her body’s weak and ill state. She could try to outrun it, sure, but it wouldn’t be long before she was driven to a coughing fit because of it.

Before life had a chance to flash before her eyes, a masked young man appeared. Distantly, she recognized him as one of the adepti and watched him easily defeat the Stonehide Lawachurl with a series of short, consecutive plunges. She couldn’t help but watch him, mouth agape in an expression of pure, unadulterated awe. The Adeptus didn’t even need a claymore to break through the creature’s thick, hard exterior. As bad as she felt for not assisting him, she knew she weren’t exactly in any position to lend a hand. Not that she needed to, though, for soon enough the monster crumbled into nothing but red and black smoke.

After a second of panting over the remains of what was left of the creature, polearm in hand, Xiao turned to her and felt his blood run cold.

It was her.

How could it be her? She had died long ago. He knew she had, he’d cradled her cold body as tears streamed down his face. He’d taken her lifeless body back to her family. He’d left flowers at her grave.

This had to be some sort of sick joke, he thought, perhaps the karmic debt was finally getting to him, just like it had his fellow Yakshas.

Suddenly, his amber eyes zeroed in on a broach she had pinned to her dress. A Violetgrass broach, to be exact. Made of noctilucous jade, just like the one he had given her. The one he’d made for her with his own hands. There was no denying it was the very one. Only, how could that be? He had ensured it had been buried with you…

But it was an indisputable fact. That broach was the one he had made for his love and the woman before him was her. It was her from her wide eyes, fixated on him with the same wonder they had always had when they looked at him. Her hair was the same color and texture, and it framed her face in the same way. It was her.

The beginnings of tears stung at his eyes. Perhaps Celestia had brought you back? Perhaps they’d finally realized, just as he had always known, that her death was cruel and unfair. That it wasn’t meant to be. That she was meant to be in his arms, happy and safe.

“Uhm- excuse me, Adeptus Xiao, are you alright?” She inquired worriedly, eyes solely on him, filled to the brim with concern.

‘Oh Archons’, he couldn’t help but think distantly, ‘I’ve missed her voice.’

Instead of running up to her and crushing him in his loving embrace, he stayed where he was, took off his mask, nodded briskly, swallowing as if to avoid the tightness in his throat. She didn’t seem to remember him yet, so there was no use in frightening her.

Before he could muster up the courage to speak to her, his love began to cough furiously, though she attempted to cover it up. She didn’t want to be rude to her savior, after all.

“Ha, pardon me, sir, I’ve just been feeling a bit under the weather is all,” she told him feebly.

He nodded brusquely, before uttering, “I shall return you home safely.”

“Oh no, I assure you, you’ve done more than enough for me. I can’t ask that of you,” she fumbled hurriedly, though his words were more of a statement than a question.

Xiao had never been one for unnecessary- or at least what he thought were unnecessary- words, so instead of saying anything, the Adeptus simply grabbed her by the waist and teleported you home, after asking where home was, of course.

The next day, the Yaksha visited the maiden’s home, a bushel of violetgrass flowers in hand. She’d been understandably surprised, yet thrilled that the dark-haired man was visiting her. She hadn’t expected someone as busy as him to make time for a regular person such as herself, especially not during these times.

“These are my favorite flowers, y’know? They’re just so beautiful,” the maiden exclaimed gleefully.

He did know. That had been one of the reasons he had brought them to her. The second reason was because of what happened last time, in her previous life, he supposed. Celestia had been kind enough to gift him a second chance with his love, and he was going to ensure that it did not go to waste.

And so, every day he would visit her. Some days he would bring silk flowers, or glaze lilies, while other days he would bring her loach pearls and core lapis. Not a day went by where he would not appear in front of the damsel’s house, a gift in hand, ready to hear her ramble about whatever that beautiful brain of hers desired to prattle on about.

“You’re simply too generous Xiao,” she’d told him playfully while she laid in her bed, as she was still unwell, the Adeptus seated in a plush chair next to it. “There has to be something I can give you in return for everything. I won’t take no for an answer.”

He thought for a moment, before asking, tentatively, “Do you know how to make almond tofu?”

He’d never forget her dazzling smile that day, as she shakily got out of her bed, latching onto the support he offered while she gathered her bearings, and marched to her kitchen, enthusiastically preparing the sweet treat as she talked about a book she’d been reading, one that’d been gifted to her by a friend, titled Moonlit Bamboo Forest.

The lovers did this every day for months. Xiao brought her some medicinal tea that Rex Lapis himself said could cure her ailments. They did indeed begin to see improvement in her health and Xiao couldn’t help but feel immense relief. This time, he wouldn’t lose her for certain.

Until the plagues reached her village.

She’d been one of the first to catch it since the village doctor came to check on her so often, he’d spread it to her. The plague, coupled with her previous illness, weakened her body in a manner of days. One day, Xiao went to get some medicine his fellow adepti had guaranteed would help the maiden feel better.

When he returned later that day, however, he found her body in the bed, cold and without a pulse, the stench of death and sickness thick in the air.

That was the second time he had lost her.

The third time the star-crossed lovers met was long after the archon war. Liyue was now its own nation with its own name, the great center of wealth and commerce. The Yakshas were now a thing of the past, having succumbed to their karmic debt. Eventually, they all fell in one way or another.

All but Xiao, who remained a constant throughout it all.

Over the past decade or so, Xiao had taken to staying at the Wangshu Inn when he wasn’t slaying monsters. The people were nice enough, though he had long given up on attempting to form emotional connections with others. It would only lead to grief, just like it had when he’d lost his love or his fellow Yakshas, and there was only so much grief anyone, mortal or not, could take before their thread of sanity snapped in half. And with his Karmic Debt being as bad as it was…

As Xiao sat at the edge of the balcony of the Wangshu Inn, legs dangling below, he couldn’t help but think of her, his maiden. He wondered if, perhaps, Celestia would give him a third chance and bring her back to him. Honestly, the Adeptus wasn’t sure he wanted a third chance with her. While he did miss the sound of her heartbeat and the sweet words she’d utter to him and only him, he doubted he could bear the pain of having her ripped away from him once again.

It’s as if Celestia was taunting Xiao. As if the Archons above were bored and found some sick amusement in his pain as if his emotions were nothing but a game to them. What other explanations were there for what happened next?

“Um- excuse me, do you mind if I sit here?” An angelic voice he knew far too well, missed far too much, spoke.

Xiao looked up and lo and behold, it was her. Same hair, same eyes, same violetgrass broach.

She stood behind him clutching a plate of something, though the angle wouldn’t allow him to make up what it was. Her face adorned that same anxious smile of hers and he could feel himself falling in love with the maiden all over again. He knew he should say no. He shouldn’t allow her back in, not when he’s already lost her so many times before, not when they’d both suffered so much just by being together.

He nodded before looking away.

He shouldn’t but he would.

“I hope you don’t mind me intruding on your quiet time,” she said softly once she had settled beside him. When he made no indication of answering, she continued, “To be honest, you just seemed so… sad, melancholic even. Something about it, even if I don’t really know you, doesn’t sit right with me. It makes my heart feel heavy.”

The violetgrass maiden received no response, except for a soft grunt of acknowledgment, so small she wasn’t sure she hadn’t imagined it. Still, it was all she needed to perk up and stretch her arms out, offering him the plate she’d been holding.

“Here, I got this for you,” she told him, “word around the streets is you’ve got quite an appetite for it! Though this is my first time staying at the Inn, so I’m not sure if it’s any good here.”

Xiao looked at her, amber eyes filled with love. He was glad to know that, despite living through many lives now, she was still the girl he’d met back then, as sweet as he’d remembered her, just as caring.

He shouldn’t have but he took the plate from her hands and began to eat.

Instead of saying anything, she simply watched him as he ate, a silly little smile making its way to her face. The look on his lady’s face had him growing hot and turning beet red

“So,” he coughed out, embarrassed, “where’d you get a broach like that?”

“Oh, this one?” She inquired, pointing at the shiny violetgrass broach, “I found it lying on the ground one day when I was out picking lotus heads for dinner. I asked just about everyone in Liyue Harbor if it was theirs, but no luck. I eventually decided to just keep it for myself. It is a shame though, whoever lost it must truly be upset over losing such a beautiful piece of jewelry. I’ve never seen anything quite like it.”

He nodded along, thinking that, well, the broach actually was with its owner.

“It’s as if it were fate though,” she prattled on happily, watching the stars as she talked, “Violeygrass is my very favorite, always has been really. Though, I’ve always been too scared to climb up for them myself. You see, ever since I was little, I’ve had this recurring nightmare where I fell to my death while collecting some.”

The Adeptus stilled for a second, tense. She hadn’t ever brought up dreams about her past life. Maybe this time was different, maybe she’d remember what he did!

“Oh my Archons,” she exclaimed, face warm with embarrassment, scratching the back of her head sheepishly, “I’ve been going on and on! I’m so sorry, something about you feels so familiar. It makes me feel like I can tell you just about everything. Is that weird?”

His heart was racing like it hadn’t in years, decades even.

“You can tell me whatever you want,” he answered shortly, “I don’t mind listening. You have a nice voice.”

The maiden covered her hands with her face, flustered, and Xiao let out a rare smile, soft and gentle. This time would be different. He’d make sure of it.

After that day, the maiden began to visit the Wangshu Inn often, whenever she could spare time away from her job. Unbeknownst to her, however, Xiao followed at a distance when she wasn’t visiting him, to ensure her safety. He knew it wasn’t right, truly, but he had no other choice. He had to, or else he’d risk losing her to an accident such as last time, fall ill again, attacked by monsters or, Celestia forbid, be kidnapped by a group of treasure hoarders.

He’d have to get rid of any and all threats.

So, Xiao continued to follow his maiden from a distance, he made sure she was in tip-top shape, and ruthlessly slaughtering all enemies that he deemed a threat to her, until he was certain nothing would take her away from him again.

Except for one threat. Himself.

The third time he’d lost her was on a beautiful night, not that Xiao could remember it well. His love had insisted on the two of them taking a walk. She’d reasoned that the cool night air would help him regain control. His karmic debt had been weighing on him an awful lot recently and she simply couldn’t bear to see him in such excruciating pain.

The walk had started off rather pleasantly, as far as Xiao could remember. He could remember nudging his hand against hers, wanting to hold it but being far too shy to do so. With a laugh and a teasing remark, the maiden interlaced their fingers, bringing up their hands to place a gentle kiss on his, making the tips of his ears redden in bashfulness. They’d walked a little further until they encountered a group of hilichurls accompanied by a pyro abyss mage. Without skipping a beat, Xiao stepped in front of his lover, polearm appearing in his hand.

And then…

Everything went dark. Xiao’s mind was nothing but a void, pain exploded in every inch of his body as his karmic debt returned in full force to punish him for the slaughtering he’d committed.

When he came to, his mind was hazy, unsure of what had occurred. The Yaksha sat up, ignoring the way his muscles protested against it, and looked around, trying to make sense of what had happened and where he was.

Xiao froze when his eyes locked onto her pitiful body laying a few feet ahead of him in the grass surrounded by arrowheads and broken hilichurl masks, blood turning ice-cold. If he ignored the gashes across her body, the ones that were unmistakably made by the bloody spear he was clutching and not some hilichurl club or bow and arrow, and the blood that stained her pretty garments, he could almost fool himself into thinking she was asleep.

This had been his doing.

After a few beats of stunned silence, the dark-haired Adeptus lurched forward grabbing onto her cold body and shaking ruthlessly, calling out her name frantically, as if it would make his love wake up, make her cradle his face lovingly and ask why he’d been crying.

Xiao looked up onto the sky scornfully, looking up at Celestia with nothing short of pure, unadulterated loathing. He was willing to bet they were all mocking him right now, laughing at how weak and pathetic he was, at how time after time, he’d failed to love her enough, to keep her alive. They did this on purpose he was sure of it, those bastards. Well, if they could play dirty like this, so could he. He’d get her back, he’d keep her alive by his side.

And just like that, Xiao’s thread of sanity snapped.

“You can’t take her away from me anymore,” he spoke to the sky nonsensically, “I won’t let you. I don’t care what I have to do, who I have to kill, you won’t take my bliss away from me again.”

“That story was quite depressing,” Chongyun stated, ceasing his footsteps to look to his friend, Xingqiu.

“Ah yes, it is indeed, my liege,” the navy blue-haired gentleman agreed, “However, I’m glad this book included the whole myth, instead of making me wait for the next volume like the last one.”

The light blue-haired boy rolled his eyes before saying, “As much as I appreciated you reading the book aloud, I don’t see how this aids us in our search for (Y/N).”

The reason the boys had been searching across all of Liyue, was because their aforementioned friend had mysteriously gone missing. Everything had been as it normally was until one day, (Y/N) didn’t show up at her job in the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, something that was incredibly unusual of her, especially without a warning to her boss or coworkers. This led Hu Tao, with the insistence of Zhongli, to ask Chongyun and Xingqiu, two of (Y/N)’s friends, for help in the search for her. They had also contacted the milelith, but they had told them that she’d not been missing for long enough to warrant a search party. The two had, of course, been quick to help, though Xingqiu had been rather enraptured in a book of Liyue Myths, simply insisting he’d have to take it with him so he could read while he searched for her.

“But my liege,” Xingqiu exclaimed playfully, golden eyes shining with mirth, “this story is of utmost importance in our search for our beloved friend. Why, for all we know, (Y/N) might’ve been kidnapped by the Vigilant Yaksha himself! She has always had a habit of climbing mountains to pick violetgrass like the maiden in the book”

“Do not be so ridiculous,” Chongyun said, rolling his eyes, “I doubt an Adeptus such as himself would ever commit such an atrocity of that degree against a citizen of Liyue. Besides, that myth is incredibly old and there’s very little evidence that proves its validity. It’s more likely that (Y/N) was taken by a demon. That is why I asked you to accompany me to Wuwang Hill.”

“I was simply joking Chongyun,” he said with a laugh before turning solemn, “However, regretfully I feel as though it is time for the two of us to return to Liyue Harbor for the day. You’ve just about run out of popsicles and with this heat, I have no doubt you’ll overheat if we keep going.”

“I’m afraid you’re right,” The blue-eyed boy admitted. “I hope (Y/N) is alright wherever she is.”

“I do as well,” Xingqiu agreed, “Perhaps Hu Tao and Zhongli have had more luck.”

Chongyun nodded, “Xiangling also said she’d ask her customers if they’d seen her.”

With that, the two boys made their way back to Lihue Harbor, oblivious to just how true Xingqiu’s joke had been.

Xiao sighed as he climbed up the stairs of Wangshu Inn up to his room. Of course, he did not need sleep, it was a mortal need in and of itself, or a room for that matter but Verr Goldet had insisted that he should have his own space, somewhere he could rest after long days of slaughtering demons such as this one.

The Adeptus turned the door handle, opening the door of an empty, pristine room. While the room had all of the furniture the other Inn rooms had, it still felt unnervingly empty, without any clothes or trinkets laying around. The only personal object of Xiao’s in the room was an orange teapot that rested on the nightstand.

Quickly, Xiao opened the tea pot’s lid, and within seconds he was standing in front of a Liyue style mansion, surrounded by mountains that he crafted to look like the ones from when the two of you had met all those centuries ago. Eager to see you, Xiao ignored Tubby’s greetings and opened the front door, making quick work of taking off his shoes before climbing the stairs to the second floor, where your room was.

He opened the door to find you sat atop your bed, alert and glaring at him fiercely. The Adeptus rolled his amber eyes, it seemed you were still trying to act out and be defiant. Looking around your room, mostly to make sure you hadn’t tried to smash the windows with the desk chair like last time (you seemed to not comprehend the fact that there was no escaping the serenetea pot, since it was a world Xiao himself had created), his eyes settled on the plate of bamboo shoot soup he’d left for you this morning, along with a still filled to the brim cup of water. He narrowed his eyes at that. It simply wouldn’t do. You’d been here for about a week now and you still refused to eat or drink anything he brought you, except for a few nibbles and sips he’d managed to threaten coax out of you. Xiao, admittedly, didn’t know very much about humans, but he did know they needed to eat and drink to stay alive. He’d learned that the hard way on his last few tries.

“Why aren’t you eating?” Xiao inquired before adding, “If you don’t like this food you should come out and say it. I can ask Smiley Yanxiao for something that suits your taste more.”

You let out a poorly suppressed scoff. This nut-job didn’t seem to get that out of all the things wrong in this situation, the last thing you were concerned about was the food. Dear Archons, just what is wrong with this man? First, he had the gall of taking you captive one evening when you were going home from work and now he had the audacity to expect you to act like a complacent little toy and go along with this insanity?

And to think that when you’d first met him whilst accompanying the Traveler and Paimon, who had been commissioned by Director Hu Tao to gather some cor lapis for a client’s ceremony, you’d been absolutely smitten with the awkward and stoic Adeptus. Everything from his pretty black hair to his captivating bright eyes had your knees weak. So much so that you’d ignored all of the red flags, like how he’d stare at you in such an intense manner, with eyes fixated on you and only you, how he seemed to distrust Aether, a trusted friend of his, when it came to him accompanying you, or how as soon as you’d met you had the horrible sensation of being watched at all times of the day. Just thinking back to all the warning signs you’d missed made your skin crawl. Perhaps if you hadn’t been such a lovesick idiot you’d be at home right now or eating dinner with Chongyun and Xingqiu, trying out one of Xianglings crazy concoctions containing slime condensate or whopper flower nectar.

Instead, you were trapped in an artificial world, in a room that looked horrifyingly similar to your own back home.

You were snapped out of your reverie by Xiao moving closer to your bed.

“Let me go home,” you said, hating how your voice cracked at the end. You felt so pathetic, you always prided yourself on being a headstrong independent person, and here you were, cowering at his closeness and avoiding all eye contact, as if looking at his pain filled eyes would ruin you.

“You are home,” he retorted, his voice bordering on delusion, “This is your home. This is where you're safe. Where you stay alive and I get to keep you forever.”

Xiao stretched out his arm, as if to cradle your cheek in his hand but before he got to you flinched away, backing away from him as far as you could, back hitting the headboard. You looked away, trying to ignore how guilty the pain that flashed through his eyes made you feel. You shouldn’t be the one feeling guilty. He should be. He’s the one that stole you away from your home. He’s the one that ruined your life.

You look down at the violetgrass broach clasped onto your blouse in nothing short of complete and utter loathing. You’d been so captivated by it when you’d first found it at the antique shop while window shopping with Mr. Zhongli.

It had been exactly six months since you’d moved away from your home in the sleepy Qingce Village in exchange for a job at the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor and a quaint apparently in the bustling city of Liyue Harbor. To celebrate, your coworker (and the person you had been shadowing in order to learn the ropes of the funeral business) Mr. Zhongli had insisted on going to Third-Round Knockout for some dinner. You’d been a bit hesitant at first, mostly because you knew well of the elegant gentleman’s habit of forgetting his wallet, but you enjoyed hearing his stories far too much to say no. Something about his retellings of stories about the Adepti just enraptured you.

Afterward, the two of you had decided to walk around the city and look at the displays in shops, since you had decided that your hard work warranted splurging a little as a reward of sorts. You had of course asked Mr. Zhongli to join you since he had such exquisite taste and an eye for the authentic, you valued his opinion greatly.

That’s how the two of you ended up at Xigu Antiques, browsing the display case. All of a sudden, your eyes zeroed in on a broach that resembles a little violetgrass plant, its downturned leaves made up of what you could only guess was noctilucous jade. It was, for lack of a better word, stunning.

“Mr. Zhongli,” you exclaimed, tugging at his sleeve to call his attention away from a porcelain teapot with gold little geo symbols as decoration, “what do you think of this one? It’s quite beautiful isn’t it?”

The dark-haired man looked at the broach you were pointing at before going tense, a small gasp escaping him as his beautiful amber eyes widened slightly. You looked at him in concern, you’d never seen the man come this close to losing his composure.

“Oh,” he said, clearing his throat, “is this the one you’re thinking of purchasing? I’d advise against it. Even by just a mere glance, I can tell it is not made of real noctilucous jade.”

Strangely, you felt as though he wasn’t being truthful with you.

“Well, that’s alright. I don’t really care about the authenticity and it’s pretty cheap. If it is a fake, I don’t really have much to lose. Plus, I’ve always loved violetgrass. This broach could be like a little homage to that!” You answered, letting out a little giggle.

“You’ve heard of the Vigilant Yaksha and the violetgrass maiden, am I correct?” He asked.

“Oh, yes I have! My Gran used to tell it to me and the rest of the village children back when I was young. It always made me so sad, how they can never be together. It was pretty silly now that I think about it, but I would bawl my eyes out every time. The rest of the kids would tease me a bit but I just couldn’t control it,” you reminisced.

“I- well, yes in any case, they say that anyone who possesses that broach will be cursed to meet the same fate,” Zhongli added, trying his best to dissuade you from buying the old broach, dread creeping into his stomach as he thought of what might happen to you- to the both of you.

“Of course you’d believe old supersticiones, Mr. Zhongli,” you said, letting out a lighthearted laugh that could make any heart, even one of stone, melt, “it’s very on brand! However, I’m sure there’s no need to be worried, after all, it’s nothing but an old myth! And even if it is real, you yourself said that it’s not made of the real stuff.”

Before Zhongli could figure a way to change the unchangeable, you had already purchased the broach. As you kept on leading the funeral consultant around the streets of Liyue Harbor, bag in hand, prattling on about anything and everything, he couldn’t help but feel his heart sink. A single thought, the same one you would later have, crossed his mind.

If only you hadn’t bought that goddamned broach.

In a fit of anger and desperation, you ripped the detested broach off of your shirt, throwing it at Xiao. You hoped it would somehow break into millions of tiny pieces.

After a beat of silence, Xiao spoke, “Eat.”

“No,” you yelled, before breaking down into a fit of angry sob, “I hate you!”

As soon as the words left your mouth, Xiao lurched forward so close your noses were almost touching, and for a second you think he’s gonna hit you but instead, he simply rests his forehead on yours and closes his eyes. When he pulls away, your sobs have waned into hiccups. Without saying so much as a word Xiao clasps the violetgrass broach onto your shirt, where it belongs.

“Eat,” is all he says, placing the now lukewarm soup into your hands.

Scared, tired, and sad, you do as he said, taking small sips of the admittedly tasty dish. He does nothing more than stare at her with those intense amber eyes of his for a few minutes before turning around and heading towards the door.

Before he leaves he turns his head back to look at her and says, “I don’t care if you don’t like me. Hate me for all I care. As long as you stay alive I don’t care.”

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idreamofplaid · 3 years

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Summary: Cordell is a passionate man, but he’s a dad too. It doesn’t mean he has to choose between the two.

Rating: Explicit

Characters: Cordell x Reader; Stella and August mentioned

Word Count: 2417

Tags: oral (male and female receiving; squirting; dirty talk)

@walker-bingo Square Filled: Swallowing

A/N: This works as a stand alone fic or can be read after Putting the Past to Rest and Quieting the Demons Inside as a third part. I see Cordell with the same reader in all three.

Cordell kicked the door closed behind him while his hands pulled up your skirt so he could hold your ass and squeeze it while his tongue twisted around yours, hot and clearly seeking more. You lifted one of your legs,wrapped it around his waist, and he held it there. You could feel the bulge in his jeans growing as he hardened against you.

“Damn, baby. I didn’t know you could dance like that.” The memory of your moves on the dance floor at the Tumbleweed earlier that night served to stoke the flames of the fire already burning inside him, and his kiss got even deeper.

You reached for his hand, making sure yours dragged across his growing cock as you did. Your fingers twined through his, and you pulled your lips from his. “C’mon, cowboy. I’ve got something for you.”

You led him over to the couch, and he followed you like a cross between a puppy and a bloodhound that’d caught the scent of something he needed to find. You gave him a tiny push, and Cordell sat down on the sofa just where you wanted him.

His legs were spread wide, giving you plenty of room to lower yourself between them. The denim covering his crotch was stretched to its limits, but you’d help him out with that. You pulled his zipper down in a slow tease, then reached inside to pull out his cock.

It was a thing of beauty. Cordell had a cock that men would sell their souls for. It was thick and long, standing proudly, and tempting you with the pre-come oozing from his slit. You dipped your head forward and licked his tip to get a taste.

Cordell closed his eyes and leaned back, stretching his arms across the back of the sofa. You closed your lips around him and let your mouth sink down over him. “Fuck, baby. That’s good. Your mouth is so hot and wet.”

You took him deeper in your mouth and circled your hand around the base of his cock to stroke the part that wouldn’t fit. Then he started to make those noises that drove you crazy. They were deep grunting moans that came from down in his chest.

The pre-come was flowing into your mouth now. “Do you know how good you taste, Cord? I believe I could live off you alone.”

You felt his hand go into your hair, and you hummed with pleasure. You waited for his grip to tighten; it didn’t. Instead he said, “We can’t do this. Not here.”

You let go of him with a pop as your mouth left his gorgeous cock. “Cord, what are you talking about?”

He was already doing his best to tuck himself back into his jeans. “Kids. My kids could walk in any minute.”

The blissed out look he’d had from his approaching orgasm just seconds before had been replaced by a slightly panicked expression. You took off his cowboy hat and tossed it on the couch beside him, then you straddled his lap and started to run your fingers through his hair.

“Calm down, baby. Didn’t you say Stella’s at soccer camp, and August finally got the nerve to ask out that girl he has a crush on?” You dragged your fingertip down the side of his face. “We’re alone.”

Cordell put his hands on your waist. His eyes still had that spooked look in them. “But what if the date goes bad and he comes home early? I don’t want him to find me doing...this.”

He looked up at you with those beautiful “I’ll be any damn color I want to be” eyes.

He was silently pleading with you to understand. “I want to finish this, Y/N. So bad, I do. I just can’t do it right here.”

You smiled at him. “All right then. Take me to bed, Cord, and bring the hat. I want that on you.”

He grinned back at you, grabbed his cowboy hat, and put it back on his head. “Yes, Ma’am.” Then he scooped you up and carried you to the bedroom.

When he put you down on the bed, you immediately went for the buttons on his shirt, opening them with an urgency born of being made to wait. “Now that we have all this privacy, I want to see all of you. Every muscle. Every inch of your skin.”

You stripped his shirt off him, flung it across the room, and ran your hands over the taut muscles in his shoulders. Cordell closed his eyes and sucked in his breath at the feel of your touch. “I believe we were in the middle of something, cowboy.”

You unbuckled his belt and snatched it from his belt loops with a flourish, dropping it on the floor. Your tongue made its way slowly across your top lip. “When I get a taste of you, I just want more. So. Much. More. Strip for me.”

This time when he said it, it was a whisper. “Yes, ma’am.”

Cordell started with his boots. Once his feet were bare, he slipped his jeans down over his narrow hips and down his long sculpted legs. It left him in only his boxer briefs, his hard cock straining against them.

You tilted your head and gave him a wink. “Those too.”

Cordell peeled off the last bit of clothing standing between you and what you wanted. You lightly scratched your nails over his chest. “Now lie down. I’m hungry for you, Cord. I want to taste you.”

He lay back on the bed. “Oh fuck, darlin. Please, do.”

You hovered over him, blowing on his cock until you felt his body tense. “C’mon, baby. Please.”

“Well, when you ask so nicely.” You sucked him down into your mouth until his cock hit the back of your throat. “Mmmm.” You hummed around him.

You ran your tongue up the underside of his cock, stopping when you got to that sensitive spot under the head and flicking your tongue over it. He’d grabbed a fistful of the bedcovers. “Fuck, Y/N.”

“Does my cowboy like that?” You sank your mouth over the length of him again, moving your head up and down his shaft.

Cordell reached for your head. “Y/N, I’m gonna….” His fingers tightened in your hair. “Fuck, baby. I can’t hold it. If you don’t stop….”

You didn’t stop because that was exactly what you wanted him to do, shoot his load down your throat, and you were going to swallow every drop you could milk out of him. When he came it was with a deep moan and a shout.

Cordell made a beautiful picture, lying sprawled out on the bed, chest heaving, legs still spread, and his spent cock lying soft on his thigh. Miraculously, the cowboy hat had stayed on his head through it all.

You crawled up his body, took the hat from his head, and put it on your own. “How do you feel now, cowboy?”

Cordell sat up and turned toward you so he could run his hand down your side until it came to rest on your hip. The sheer size of his hands and feeling them on you could make every nerve in your body tingle and your core start to ache.

His eyes were dark, his pupils blown wide, filled with lust and satisfaction. He smiled at you, making those sey dimples pop out on each side of his mouth, and in his honeyed Texas drawl said, “I don’t think we’re done here yet, little lady. I believe it’s your turn.”

He took his hat from your head and flung it away, flipped you over on your back, and eased his hands up your thighs, pushing your skirt up as he did. “You have the softest skin, baby. You’re gonna get me hard again just touching you.”

“I have no objections to that. Your cock is beautiful.” You ran your hands over your breasts and down your stomach, then back up. Adding your own touch to his was heightening your arousal. You knew he was watching you. Cordell liked to watch.

You had to look at him, needed to see that intensity in his eyes that he got when he was watching you. He watched your hands move over your body, then his eyes fixed on yours, and he said, “Well, how about this?”

Cordell lay down over you, pinning you to the bed with the weight of his body. His mouth claimed yours in a searing kiss that left you breathless. While he continued to kiss you, his hand made its way between your legs. “Any objections?” he asked. You shook your head.

He ripped your panties from you, and the sound of the fabric tearing sent a shiver up your spine. Cordell moved down your body, opened your legs wider, and positioned himself between them. “I’m needin’ to taste your sweetness, baby. Need it bad.”

You put your hand on the back of his head. “Take it, Cord. Take anything you want.”

He went down on you like it was his personal mission and delight to make you come until you were weak. Cordell was a gifted man with his tongue, and he was using those gifts. He lapped at you, flicked your clit, and fucked you with it until you squirted all over his face.

You floated for a few seconds in the blissful feeling of being well fucked, and he hadn’t even put his cock in you yet. When you felt him hovering over you, you opened your eyes. “Cord,you’re going to kill me one of these days, but I’ll die happy. Death by orgasm isn’t a bad way to go.”

He was sliding his tongue around his lips, drinking in your juices that were still visible on his face. “Just the opposite, sweetheart. I’m gonna make you feel alive.”

Cordell was just as good with his fingers as he was with his tongue. You squirted again with two of his fingers buried inside you and the base of his hand rubbing your clit. Your arms loosened your hold around him, but you didn’t let him go. “Oh, God. Cord, I...I’m so….”

He licked the shell of your ear. “C’mon, baby. You’ve got one more for me, don’t you?” He leaned in close to your ear. “I want to feel you come around my cock.” You moaned in response to his words and the feel of his tongue on your ear. “I’ve got one more for you.”

You put your arms back around him. “Yes. Yes. Oh my Holy God yes.”

You could feel his cock sliding against your entrance, and you could feel his smile against that tender place just beneath your ear. “You like that? You want it?” His voice had gotten so deep you thought you might come from the sound of it alone.

“Cordell Walker, you know I want it.” You rubbed your core against him to prove it.

His smile got bigger. “I know you do. I just want to hear you say it.”

Lifting your hips wasn’t working either, so you gave in. “Alright. You win. I want your big thick cock inside me. I want you to split me open with it.”

Cordell kissed you with his own perfect blend of passion and tenderness. “We’re both about to win, sweetheart.” He slowly took off your clothes, relishing seeing your body revealed before him. Then he proceeded to fulfill his promise.

The fucking that followed was legendary. If a porn movie married a romance novel, that union would have produced the kind of sex you had with Cordell. He knew your body so well, knew where to kiss you and when, knew how to angle his thrusts and adjust his rhythm to draw out your orgasm and make you scream.

The only thing better than feeling like your body was flying apart because you were coming so hard was seeing the look on Cordell’s face when he came. The feeling it gave you when you saw his eyes squeeze shut and his mouth fall open, knowing you could do that to him, was like nothing you’d ever known. And when it was over, he always held you a little closer.

It was like that now. You were lying in his arms, your head on his chest, tracing tiny little swirls and circles over his heart and his pecs with your fingertip while Cordell was combing his fingers slowly through your hair. You lay there in comfortable silence for a few minutes before you kissed his shoulder and moved to get out of bed.

As much as you wanted to stay there in that bed with him all night, you knew you couldn’t, not yet. Cordell reached for your hand and grabbed it, stopping you for the time being. “I’m sorry, babe. About before. Stopping you, I mean.”

You kissed his cheek. “I understand, Cord. You’re a good dad. I admire that about you.” You looked down at his hand holding yours and rubbed your thumb over his fingers. “You don’t want your kid to catch you doing that - ever, but especially not now. The idea of you being with any woman other than his mom is going to take some time.”

You kissed his cheek again and let go of his hand. “That’s why I have to leave. His curfew’s at midnight, isn’t it? That gives me fifteen minutes to get out of here before August finds me in bed with his oh, so handsome father.

Cordell watched you getting dressed for a few seconds before he got out of bed and started putting his own clothes back on. When you were both dressed, he put his arm around your waist and pulled you to him. “Y/N, I promise you’ll be able to stay the whole night soon.”

You kissed him long and lingering on his mouth; it was goodnight. “Don’t rush it, Cord. Your kids come first. When the time’s right, we’ll take the next step,”

You picked up your tattered panties from the bed, put them in his hand, and closed his fingers around them. “Why don’t you keep these?”

He grinned a little sheepishly and bit his bottom lip. “I promise I’ll buy you some more.”

You lay your hand on his cheek. “Oh, I’m counting on it. I’ll wear them for you the next time we’re...alone together.”

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kizzer · 3 years

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Spellotape Is Definitely Not Considered A "Professional Repair" Part 1| Harry Potter FF|

A/N: YO YOOO! It's Kizzer (Ky-zer) this is my first time posting so my apologies if it's terrible LMAO. The story will follow the Harry Potter movies but not the entirety of them.

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warnings: none (mild cussing, just not in this one)

also I write for black readers but feel free to change certain characteristics using the InteractiveFics chrome extension!

Being born the daughter of the most wanted man in all of the wizard world wasn't the ideal way of life, BUT being a Black wasn't easy to begin with.

??? x Y/N (not sure)

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“Come on, stupid body, move!” your breathing is heavy, sweat dripping down into your eyes. Your sleep paralysis demon gives you a chilling smile that sends chills down your spine, so captivated in fear you couldn’t even break eye contact. Soon there was a loud beeping coming from your alarm clock, suddenly sending your early morning night terror friend on their way. You rise from your bed, head pounding from all the adrenaline, pulling your duvet from around you and slipping your feet in your brown worn-out slippers that were a gift from your father when you were like 9.

You make your way down the empty halls of the Black Family Manor when you bump into Kreacher, who seemed caught up in his thoughts. “Oh! sorry, Kreacher, I didn’t see you there!” you bend down to help him up, he takes your hand and leads you downstairs to the kitchen.

“Now y/n, sit at the table while I prepare you some chocolate pancakes.” Kreacher taps into his 5-star chef personality. Why does he make food the muggle way? No one knows. You run upstairs to get changed when you check the time, you’re running late! ‘oh you have got to be kidding’. You run to your closet and throw on a black leather jacket and your old boots, you slide down the banister and swipe a pancake from Kreacher grabbing your broom on the way out.

“But Miss! What about your trunk and books!?!?!” Kreacher yells after you.

“I have Mom’s wand! I will be okay! Just send my things to the school and I will retrieve them later!!” you yell back as you run towards the train station. You hopped in the nearest alleyway and pulled out some Floo powder. This is the way you liked to travel the most, it was just so — exciting. You pull some out of the pouch and yell Diagon Alley.

You look around you, the land under your boots unfamiliar to your eyes, not to your mind. Diagon Alley, the place where you could kill time window shopping before you had to go on to Hogwarts for the sorting ceremony. Deciding to stop by Madam Malkin’s Robes For All Occasions for some new robes, stopping into Broomstix to check out some brooms, seeing as you will need a new one for the school year. Excitement oozing out of you, deciding on the Nimbus 1000 because of the cool look wasn’t probably the best way to go but, to be quite honest as long as it got you from A to B and it wasn’t such a slow model, it didn’t matter what broom you got. You exit Broomstix with your new broom in hand, when you spot a long line coming out of a bookstore, eager to figure out what all the commotion was about you wiggled your way through the crowd until you cut off by a sea of red hair, you chuckle at the one speck of dark hair amongst the bunch right before he is pulled from your eyesight. You step in his place, pardoning yourself as you accidentally step on the heel of a young girl. You watch as a man who you have never heard of pulls the brunette boy close to him.

“Big smile Harry, together you and I will raid the front page.” The man in the purple clothing says right as the photographer snaps a blinding picture of the two.

‘Harry? As in...Harry Potter??‘ your thoughts must have been heard from those around you because a small red-headed girl turns to you.

“Do you honestly not know who Harry Potter is? Do you at least know the guy standing in the purple is?” By the look on your face, she assumed you didn’t know and shook her head, turning back to the two gentlemen in front of the crowd. You and the young boy thought to be Harry Potter make eye contact. For a second, your breath catches. If this is the real Harry Potter, wouldn’t he have a scar on his forehead? Maybe it was the mop of hair covering his head, but until you saw the scar yourself, you wouldn’t know unless you asked. The blonde man shoves a stack of books into the brunette boy’s hands and ushers to the side. The woman tells the kids to step out while she gets the books for the boy signed. You make way for them to go out when suddenly you see a familiar boy spew insults at the redheaded bunch and the brunette, which pisses you off. As you take a step in that direction when you realize the familiar boy should be more than just familiar to you, regardless of how many years since you saw each other last. Just when you were about to step in you saw your other cousin Lucius enter the bookstore, standing in front of the people before you. You hadn’t forgotten how he turned you away after your father went to Azkaban. You hadn’t hated him, but you never felt at ease around him. Slipping further back into the crowd so you aren’t noticed but right before you could walk away, you and your cousin, Draco, was his name. Make eye contact.

“Cousin??” he says as you turn your back to him and slip out of the bookstore without being noticed.

You find yourself in front of the bookstore and there was your older cousin, back to you, immersed in whatever conversation he was having with the Potter boy. You watched your cousin pull him close, lift his staff and move the hair from Harry Potter’s head, straining your head to get the clearest look you glimpse quickly at it and as you come back from reality, Harry’s eyes were locked into yours, making you unknowingly hold your breath. You turn around, feeling rather hot in the face, and continue with your window shopping. You wave goodbye to the man at the desk leaving Ollivanders, the feeling of urgency pulling you away from your wand browsing. You look around you all the students you saw before are no longer here, the shopping area now filled with adults and brutes taking up the streets. As you start to walk, you hear a stampede of feet directly behind you; you turn and see the redheaded bunch from the bookstore with Harry Potter right behind them. The older redheaded lady sees you and pulls you along with them.

“If you’re going to Hogwarts follow us!! We’re running late enough as it is!” You fall in line next to two boys who look like twins, too identical for you to figure out at the current speed you were going. You look at them and flash them a small smile with a nod.

“Hi! My name is Y/N by the way!! Thank you for letting me tag along!” They both flash you a friendly smile. The one on the left speaks first.

“Hi there, I’m Fred and this here is my twin brother George. Glad to have ya tag along!” With that, you reach the train station, at some point, you get separated from the people who had accompanied you but that didn’t matter seeing as you didn’t know them...Unfortunately, you didn’t know your way around the train station either. You’re dodging people in the train station left and right, cursing the occasional slow walker, and jumping over the occasional toddler. You keep your eye on the platform number and that’s when you make it. Platform 9 3/4. Your smile widens as you see redheads standing before you, you rush over and before you can say anything to them you see the last of them, Harry Potter and the redheaded boy launch themselves into the wall. Or....so you thought.

The two boys smash headfirst into the wall, not going through. You rush over to them, helping them pick up their stuff. An officer strolls over to the three of you, looking down at the mess. “What do you two boys think ya doing??” You look at them and wink, standing straight up and ruffling Harry’s hair.

“Sorry, officer, my friends can be clumsy. Must have lost control of the trolley or something, yeah?” You smile reassuringly at the officer as he shakes his head and walks off. The two of them smile sheepishly and help you pick up their stuff, neatly setting it on their trolleys. “My name is Y/N by the way, Y/N Black...and you lot are?” You place your hand out for a handshake and both boys look at one another and then back at you before the redheaded one shakes your hand first.

“Ron- Ron Weasley. Nice to meet you Y/N.” you smile at the blush lightly tickling his cheeks.

“Oh, and I’m-“

“Harry Potter. Nice to finally put a face to the name”

“Oh- so you’ve heard about me?”

“I mean who hasn’t,” you say moving his hair out of the way to see his scar. “The boy who lived...but not without a scratch” You laugh at your joke, but not for long before Ron speaks up. “Harry....If we can’t get in, what if my parents can’t get out??” He sounds distraught.

“Maybe it would be best if we waited by the car”

“The car??” The boys both look at you and before you can even blink, are speeding away from the platform. You call out to them, but nothing seems to slow them down, grunting in frustration as you run after them, smirking just a little. You didn’t know these boys, but you could tell that there would never be a dull moment with them around. The three of you finally reach outside, breathless and scatterbrained. Ron parks his trolley next to a small, sky blue car, opening the trunk. You look at them and then look at the car.

“So... who’s gonna drive exactly? I don’t know how to drive, and I’m sure you both agree with that statement. Also, how are we going to drive to Hogwarts?? We would still need to cross the w-"

“I’ll drive....” Ron said as he jumped into the driver’s seat of the car. Even though you didn’t know him, you didn’t feel like he was the right choice. Harry hops into the passenger seat and you sit in the back with Harry’s beautiful white bird. Once settled, Ron pulls on the lever, putting the car into drive, and starts to descend into the air.

"Ron! Some humans are accustomed to seeing a flying car!" Harry says and you laugh in agreement. Ron put the car in invisibility mode which didn't last for long, as you rode over a meadow the car became visible once more prompting Harry into saying we should fly lower. "So boys, what exactly are we going to do when and if we find the train?" you say looking out the window.

"Hey...do you guys hear that?" asked Ron.

"Yeah we must be getting close" says Harry. You look behind you and right in front of your eyes is the train to Hogwarts. You can't seem to say anything when suddenly you hear the boys screaming and you can't help but to join them. Ron dives off the edge of the train tracks, doing loop de loops until you feel like you were going to barf. On the last loop de loop you hear Harry's door open and him fly out, Ron starts to try and reach for him jerking the car almost flying you into a tree. You grab the wheel and give him a reassuring nod. He reaches for his friend, pulling him in and setting him into the passenger seat, taking the wheel back.

"I think we found the train.." Harry says, trying to stabilize himself.

"Yeah.." says Ron, just as shocked as Harry. You can't help but smile at their faces. 'dorks'

You wake to Harry screaming "UP UP!!" and when your vision clears you are heading straight for a tree, before you can even think about what you are doing you cast the spell Apparate transporting you and the two boys out of the car and onto the ground with a hard thud. You three see the car begin to get pummeled by the tree and all share the same "Thank god we got out of there before that happened" look. You slowly stand up and dust yourselves off when the car comes crashing down, right before the tree could get anymore hits in, Harry and Ron were driving off towards you. They slowed down and came to a complete stop, the doors flew open and ejected the two 2nd years. You helped them up and out came the luggage and pets as well, as you were about to collect the bags the car shuts its doors and drives off. You, Harry, and Ron run after the car but to no avail are unable to catch it, "My dads gonna kill me...." Ron says hanging his head low, you can't seem to hold back a little chuckle....poor boy. You all are jogging up the stairs, saying farewell to your pets and discussing the struggles of your days.

"I have a house-elf in my room, we can't get through to the 9 3/4 platform, we almost get KILLED....it seems like someone doesn't want me here this year" Harry says as you all walk up the steps. Before you can continue walking there is a strange man rubbing an even strange cat with big red eyes.

"Take a good look around lads....this might very well be your last night in this castle." He says "Ooooh yes, we are in trouble." He leads you down a long hallway, makes a couple turns and stops at a door.

"Oh no...." Ron says, glancing at Harry.

"What's wrong?? Where are we?" you asked, clearly confused.

"P-Professor Snape..." Ron swallowed hard and opened the door. When you walked in you could feel the tension, the dark gloom in the office and in a chair behind a desk, sat a pale, obviously stressed, professor. Assuming this was Professor Snape you could tell this wouldn't be good.

"You were seen by no less than seven muggles!! Do you have any idea how serious this is? You have risked the exposure of our world!" He looks at you three with such disappointment that it would hurt if you knew who he was. Maybe it wasn't the best time to bring up the fact that you were new.

"Not to mention the damage you inflicted on a Whomping Willow that has been on the grounds of this castle since before you were born."

"Honestly professor Snape, I think it did more damage to us!" protest Ron and you and Harry let out a little giggle sharing a look at one another.

'ah- he saw me look at him....but then again....he was looking at me as well'

"Silence!" He said making his way around his desk, making us back away. "I assure you....if you were in Slytherin...and your fate was left to me, you three would be on the train home...tonight! As it is-" Before he could finish he was cut off by a wizard you could recognize anywhere. Dumbledore.

"They are not." You turn around, the fear in you increasing by the minute as you realize who everyone in the room is.

"Dumbledore....Professor McGonagall...." Harry says.

"Headmaster," Snape continues. "These three, especially this young lady here, flouted the Decree for the Reasonable Restriction of Underage Wizardry."

"Yes. I am well aware of our bylaws...Haven written quite a few myself. However, as head of the Gryffindor house, it is up to professor McGonagall to decide the appropriate disciplinary action." You look at your feet, you cursed Ron and Harry for even taking that stupid car. You cursed yourself for using the Apparate spell even though it was against the rules. But deep down, you hoped that they weren't going to be the only people to receive punishment. Even though you didn't have anything to do with the flying car you did use magic when it is specifically prohibited, especially a spell such as Apparate. You looked up at Dumbledore who seemed to be staring at you for a while.

“Oh....I'm sorry. My name is Y/N, Y/N Black. It is my first day here." You say reaching your hand out for a handshake, Dumbledore returns the gesture and gives you a nod.

"As for this young lady, I will decide what happens to her. After she has received her house of course." Dumbledore steals one more look at you and gives you a momentary smile, easing whatever anxiety you felt previously.

"We will go and get our stuff then." Ron says, hanging his head low.

"What do you mean Mr. Weasley?" says McGonagall.

"You're gonna expel us aren't you...?"

Professor McGonagall looks at Ron, her expression softening, "Not today Mr. Weasley"

"and...what about me?" You ask looking around. "Like I said , it's my first year here and I don't have a house...yet." You bite at the skin of your lips and pick at the bottom of your box braids. You hear a hearty laugh come from Dumbledore's chest, a laugh you can clearly feel on your own.

"Don't worry Y/N, I will take care of your matter." You all turn and leave an angered Snape. You can feel his glare as you walk out, and apparently so did Harry and Ron because at the same time you all shivered, glanced at each other and burst into a fit of laughter.

#harry potter #draco malfoy #hermione #ron weasley #fred weasley #george weasley #hp fandom #fanfic

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itsthemysterykids · 2 years

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You guys have fought demons, murdered people, dimension hopped, raised the dead, NEARLY ENDED THE UNIVERSE MULTIPLE TIMES BECAUSE YOU FELT LIKE IT, and you can't think of a scary story?

Coraline: Did you not hear me say I just came up with a story?!

Anon: Then. Tell it!

Coraline: Oh, I will! So… NOT NORMAL ACTIVITY!

—

Raz stands in the living room, holding a video camera pointed at his face. “Day 1: We bought this camera because strange things have been going on in our classroom in the dead of night.”

He pans the camera to show desks split in half, books on fire, and the words, “BEWARE!” written in red all over the walls. Raz pans the camera back to his face.

“If anyone finds this footage after we're all missing or dead, remember me as a hero.”

Ruining his moment is Neil, walking into the room, soaking wet.

“Raz, you forgot to pick me up after my hockey game. I got caught in the rain!” He exclaimed while wringing out his hair

Then Mabel walked in holding a white sweater with an orange stain, “You spilled your soda all over my sweater!”

“A hero!” He emphasized

Wybie walked in, a look of suspicion on his face, “Hey, is that my camera?” He asked with his arms crossed.

“Hero, away!”

-Fast Forward-

Mystery Shack Living Room:

10:06:29 PM- The camera shows the Mystery Kids placing sleeping bags on the floor. Raz adjusts the camera then runs over to his sleeping bag

“Night 1. Let’s play truth or dare’” He suggest, to which the others nodded and said yes.

“Okay... Dipper, truth, or dare?” Raz asked.

“Dare.” He said confidently

“I dare you to sit on Norman’s lap for six turns.” He said causing everyone, except for Norman and Dipper, to cheer and snicker

Dipper groans, “Alright.” He walks over to Norman and sits on his lap “Am I too heavy?”

“You’re lighter than a flour sack.” He pointed out.

Mabel raised her hand, “My turn!”

Fast forward- Mabel points to Wybie, he gives Lili a piggy-back ride. Lili does the tango with Dipper. Dipper appears to be singing while everyone cheers her on. Coraline draws using only his feet. Norman does a handstand while everyone throws stuff at him. Coraline attempts to do the splits. Wybie has Raz pinned to the floor and is twisting his arm. Lili does the Running Man. Coraline smacks Raz across the face as he begs for mercy. Pretty soon, everyone has fallen asleep on the floor.

01:25:43 AM- The door creeks open, and a cane floats it. It floats over to Dipper and whacks him on the head. He stirs a bit in his sleep but doesn’t wake up

01:55:47 AM- Coraline gets up and walks over to Dipper. She stands over him for a few seconds before kicking his leg then going back to sleep

02:01:30 AM- Raz wakes up and walks over to Dipper. He kneels down beside him, pulls out a black marker, and draws a mustache on his upper lip

02:17:29 AM- The door opens. Wybie and Lili walk in with Wybie holding a bowl of water. They sneak over to Dipper. Lili carefully lifts his hand and Wybie sets the bowl down next to him. Lili places Dipper’s hand in the bowl and the two high five

02:32:47 AM- Norman is standing in the corner of the room

02:48:19 AM- Norman stands over Neil’s sleeping form and just watches him sleep

03:07:40- Norman stands in front of the camera

04:42:14 AM- A loud crash is heard from the kitchen. The kids wake up and run, but Raz lags as he went to retrieve the camera

“Wait! Don't kill the monster without me!” He shouted.

A shrill scream is heard.

“I'm right behind you!” He trips a bit, but regains his balance “I’m okay!” He makes it into the kitchen. “Who screamed? Are the girls alright?” He asked frantically.

“Actually, that was Neil.” Norman pointed to Neil who was being comforted by Wybie.

“But look!”

Raz pans the camera around the kitchen. The walls are cracked, the appliances on the floor, the table is broken in half and scattered around, and the windows are shattered and covered in a red ooze

“Why is this happening to us?!” Mabel shouted.

Norman shrugged, “I guess sometimes mysterious, invisible beings from Hell just like to wait for kids to go to sleep and then kill them.” With horrified expressions, his friends took two steps away from him.

11:27:08 AM- The camera is plugged into a projector, and the kids watch the footage from last night on a screen. Dipper looks unimpressed.

“That would explain the pain in my leg.” He said, looking towards Coraline.

Coraline tries to steer the conversation over to something else, “W-well what about the flying cane? That was kind of weird, right?

“We already know this place is haunted.” Norman points out. “Only, I can’t see the ghost.”

“Norman, bud. You have gotta see someone about your sleepwalking,” Neil said.

01:15:23 PM- Wybie installs a camera in the kitchen. Once he’s finished, he opens up his laptop which shows different rooms in the Mystery Shack on the screen.

“Now whatever happens in this Shack, these cameras will pick it up,” he said proudly as the Mystery Kids gathered around his laptop and commended him on his work.

“I can't wait for tonight's massacre.” Norman said, making everyone back away from him again.

-Fast Forward-

11:14:14 PM- So far no strange activities in the living room, kitchen, or the basement.

Mystery Shack Living Room

Wybie suddenly wakes up. He rises up from his sleeping bag and walks over to Neil, who’s still asleep. He just stares at him and does nothing

03:41:17 AM

...Wybie is still standing...

Bathroom

03:53:09 AM- Dipper washes his hands at the sinks. As he does this, the door opens, revealing Wybie. He just stands there...

-Fast Forward-

02:07:45 PM- Raz points the camera towards himself, “Okay. So crazy stuff is still happening. We needed help, so we turned to a paranormal expert.” He pans the camera over to Ford who’s looking at a ring of fire burning on the floor. “Well...?”

“Hmm...” Ford licks his finger, sticks it in the flames, then licks the fire off of his finger. “Yeah, that's hellfire, all right.” He confirmed before licking the fire again.

“Grunkle Ford! Don’t lick hellfire!” Mabel chastised.

Ford rolled his eyes, “Someone in this school has made a deal with the devil, and now the devil wants his due...” He attempts to lick the fire again, but Dipper stops him.

“Hey! No!”

“This family never let me lick stuff from hell!”

-Fast Forward-

Mystery Shack Living Room

01:23:49 AM- The kids are all tucked away in their sleeping bags, when suddenly, Norman wakes up and rises from his sleeping bag. He walks out of the room.

Kitchen

Norman stands by the ring of fire and suddenly starts floating. It doesn’t seem to faze him, though.

“PUT HIM DOWN!”

Wybie runs in and pulls Norman down from the air.

“We had a deal!” A deep voice yelled.

The kids run in to see what all the commotion is about.

“Wybie, what's going on?!” Mabel frantically asked.

“Don't act so surprised, Wyborne! You knew this day was coming!”

An invisible force began to pull Norman away from Wybie’s grip. He holds onto him with no intention of letting go.

“Let's see what we're dealing with here!” Lili grabs a bag of flour, took a deep breath, and blew, which revealed a large, winged demon pulling Norman’s arm.

Wybie sighed. “I brought this on us all! It began when I was younger. I was visiting my family in Colombia...”

~Flashback~

In an attic, a younger Isabella Madrigal adjusts a camera. When it’s straight, she sits in the middle of a pentagram with candles resting on each point next to Dolores. The two then start bowing and chanting.

“Hail Satan-“

A young Wybie opens the hatch leading to the attic and pokes his head in, followed by Mirabel, Camilo, and Luisa.

“Isabella? Dolores? What are you doing?” He asks

Dolores answers, “Trying to summon the devil.”

Mirabel tilts her head. “Why?”

“Nothing good in town, we have no boyfriends,” she explained

Isabella shrugs. “We're bored. Something to do.”

They continue chanting and bowing, “Hail Satan, the Minister of Sinister, Rude Dude with a Bad 'Tude.”

The flames on the candles rise, and suddenly, out of thin air, the same demon that tried to kidnap Norman holds Isabella and Dolores by their necks

“Help us!” Isabella pleaded.

Young Wybie thought it over then turned to the demon, “Uh, Demon?“ He nodded “Could you... come back for my primas later?”

The demon dropped Isabella and Dolores to the floor, then picked Wybie up by his hair.

“Very well. You have six years. But when I return, Wyborne and you’re the mom friend in your friend group’s dynamic, I shall take your favorite child!”

-End Flashback-

Lili crosses his arms, “I thought I was the favorite!” The demon set Norman down, then lifted her up by her hair, “Not the favorite! Not the favorite!” She pleaded, making the demon let her go.

“Fine. I’ll take your worst enemy. He thought it over for a moment before getting an idea, “I know just who.”

The demon then disappeared into flames, and the ring of fire extinguished.

Coraline turns to Wybie. “So, who’s your worst enemy?”

Austin Cress’ Room (Just some guy who’s been bullying Wybie since elementary school)

01:42:27 AM- Austin is sound asleep in bed. A ring of fire suddenly appears in the middle of his room, waking him up. The demon rises from the flames and approaches him.

“W-what are you doing here?!”

“Putting your soul where it belongs.” He answered, picked Austin up by his hair, and dragged him into the ring of fire as he screamed for his life before disappearing.

“The End,” Coraline concluded, earning herself some applause.

Lili nods in approval. “Not bad. Now…” She summons fire. “Where does Austin live.”

“Don’t worry about him,” Wybie said with a wave of his hand. “He got expelled from school last year. Anyway, it’s my turn to tell a story. And it’s called- I KNOW WHAT YOU DID LAST WEEK!”

#coraline #mystery kids #paranorman #gravity falls #psychonauts #the mystery kids #ask stuff #answered ask #scary stories

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prose-for-hire · 4 years

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The Devil’s in the details

Pairing: Spike x reader

Request: “Satanism for dummies? Interesting choice in books...anything you want to tell me?" And Fluff With spike

Requested by: Anon

Warning: Reader is a killer. They kill a person. For the Devil. Kidnap. Big blood mention. Mention of hiding a body.

A/N: Okay. So it’s not fluffy but I’ve injected some cuddling with Spike into it cos I got carried away with the plot. Hope this is okay anon - I got carried away. I can write you something fluffier (after Halloween) if you want to drop another request... Happy Halloween month !!

It was that time of year again. The yearly struggle where you had to offer a sacrifice to the Dark Lord again to ensure he kept his end of the bargain. Halloween night was circled and underlined in your calendar in thick red pen. Blood red. A coincidence, of course. You sighed, planning out this year’s would be tricky.

You had your boyfriend to think about and people knew you in Sunnydale now, it was hard to keep under the radar. You were practiced in what you needed to do, knowing there was no other way around it. As far as Spike was concerned, you were a sweetheart. A pure, innocent person who wouldn’t so much as look at someone the wrong way.

He was convinced you had never said a swear word and he was equally convinced you would turn to dust if you even attempted it. As far as he was aware, you knew nothing of demons or vampires or anything other than your pleasant life. And this is how you wanted it to stay.

However, Spike had long been trying to find a way to tell you about the supernatural. The Hellmouth. He didn’t want to scare you off, so he had been lying or more avoiding the truth. He wanted to tell you this year though, before Halloween.

You loved him but there were certain things that you would rather he didn’t know about you. For now at least. Especially the fact that you already knew he was a vampire. You smiled at him softly, leaning in and kissing his cheek – a greeting you always gave. He loved it, it was as if he was a husband returning home. He felt cherished by your affection. You never shied away, you wanted him to feel loved. Always.

“Can’t believe it’s been two years and I’ve never so much as had an invitation before, love”

“We did agree Spike – you have your space and I have mine”

“Yeah, but all your crap is in my space” he raised his voice an octave higher to cement his point, “Most men would have left over it, y’know” he added, pointing at you for emphasis.

“Then I’m very lucky to have such an understanding and kind boyfriend” You smiled, squeezing his hand before letting go, “God, your hands are always so cold”

“It’s my condition, love. Anaemia – always, uh, makes me cold” he muttered, not convincing anyone. But you just nodded along, smiling.

Spike had always meant to tell you but had never found the time. Besides, you had your own secrets (he wasn’t stupid he just didn’t suspect the truth) so he didn’t feel so bad about lying. Most of the time.

It was finally Halloween. You knew the drill. Spike would stay in and you would go where you were directed. You woke up to the same mysterious name written on a piece of paper you always did. It was the kind that would combust when you fulfilled your end of the bargain.

You walked up to the bar to order your drink, reading the nametag and smiling. This was getting easier every year. It almost made it difficult to feel the guilt anymore. You spent your evening talking to him, waiting until his break before you managed to subdue him and bring him back to your apartment. Usually, hitting them over the head and dragging them into the boot of your car seemed to work. Your neighbours were usually out and if anyone stopped you, you explained it was an elaborate costume.

You were sat watching a gory horror film with the volume up high as you waiting for your new bartender friend to wake up from his little nap. He was propped up on the couch beside you. You had zip tied his hands and feet but you weren’t so cruel that you would cover his mouth.

He finally started to come around as the humorous film started to get good. You shrugged, you were sure you could rent it for some light-hearted entertainment another day. They never quite got it right anyway. The blood was never the right colour.

He opened his eyes and started to yell. You hushed him and helped him regulate his breathing until he calmed down. When he eventually calmed down you explained the situation calmly, “So, listen, you’re gonna die tonight. But it’s for a really good reason so, at least there’s that” You nod along with yourself, smiling sweetly as his eyes widened in horror, “Okay I have to do a little ritual now that you’re awake just uh, stay still”

You got up, switching off the tv and lighting the red candles that had already been arranged in a circle on your coffee table. An ornate knife was in the middle of the circle. You closed your eyes, chanting some well-practiced verses. You motioned your arms slowly and you felt the warmth in the room dial up. The familiar crackle of flames started to sound around you.

You took the knife from the centre and awkwardly helped the man up, before slicing the blade across his throat. The liquid oozes from his wound and he started to sink to his knees, his blood splattering everywhere.

“Fuck, not on the rug!” You looked horrified, “What is wrong with you?! Over the chalice!” you hissed as if it was the poor man’s fault. You grabbed the chalice and held it under his neck, trying to

The man slowly lost his life as you took the most important part for yourself. His blood. You sighed, rolling your eyes at his crumpled form as his blood soaked into your now ruined rug.

Suddenly, there was a loud knock on your door. Shit.

You slip your clothes off and grab the nearest items of fresh clothes so you could go to the door. In your haste, you almost slip on the pooling blood as you make your way to the door.

“What?!” you shouted, scowling at the visitor before you realised who it was, “Oh, Spike! Hi. It’s Halloween… you said you stay in on Halloween in case of the cute kids wanting candy”

“I said that-?” He questioned, before he caught a distinct smell of something he knew well. His stomach rumbled to confirm his suspicions, “What’s going on? I can smell-”

“Smell what?” You ask innocently. He squinted, before shrugging. It must be a different apartment in the block.

“Uh, nothing, can I come in?”

“I’m actually pretty busy… I’m, uh, I’m… baking” You said. Nobody, especially not yourself, was convinced by that excuse. But Spike just smiled slightly and nodded before asking once more, “Look, I need to come in. It’s… important. I gotta tell you somethin’ or my damned head will explode” he gestured at his head as he shook it, “Can I come in?” he pressed once more.

“Uh…” You look at the mess behind you that you’re concealing from his view by the door, “Just… give me time to clean the place up. I’ll be… 10 minutes” You muttered, slamming the door in his face and putting the lock on – just in case.

You clean the best you can, using so much bleach you were worried you would pass out. You sigh. Every year you tell yourself to put plastic sheeting down and every year you forget and end up ruining an item of furniture you were fond of. That was the real sacrifice you had to make, you sighed again as you rolled the poor man up in the rug and pulled him away. You found him a spot to rest in your tub. Hopefully Spike wouldn’t pick today to use the bathroom. The rug and the bleach all thrown in there too.

The blood now up the best it could be, you manage to find a roll of cookie dough to put in the oven. You sweep all of your occult stuff into a box and hid it under your bed and cram the rest into the cupboards.

You had been twenty five minutes, but hoped Spike just presumed that you were house proud.

“I like your place, pet. Spotless” he said perusing the area. He smiled, it smelled of you and… cleaning products. Bleach. Oh, and cookies he smiled. He hoped that you would let him have some later on.

They say love is blind, and Spike was completely head over heels in love with you. So much so, he could only note the smell of cookie dough and you and didn’t think to question the smell of the blood that had been thinly masked by bleach.

He then eyed something on the coffee table that you had set down during the heavy-duty cleaning, “Satanism for dummies? Interesting choice in books...anything you want to tell me?" He joked, a slight smile as he started to flip through it. You grinned back, trying to conceal the fact that you were wiping beads of sweat from your brow when he looked up by scratching your scalp.

“It’s for Halloween – they were handing them out at the… mall”

“Uh, sit down pet” he said, sitting down in the same spot your previous guest had, “I need to… there’s somethin’ I need to say” he started to explain. He had chosen now to reveal who he really was. The fact that he was a vampire. He insisted he loved you and that it wouldn’t change anything between you.

You gasp, perhaps over exaggeratedly but you were actually surprised that he would choose now to tell you. You of course knew about demons and you were unsure if he was telling you this so he could take a bite from the body in your bathroom tub.

“I mean it – I’m… a vampire” He showed you his game face, taking your shock for disbelief. You cup his cheek gently, insisting this would never make a difference. You traced your thumb over his features and he closed his eyes at your touch.

“I will always love you. No matter what” You insisted, leaving a chaste kiss against his lips. He nodded slowly, smiling at your insistence. You caressed him softly, hoping he could feel the sincerity of your actions. You honestly weren’t scared of him. Or repulsed. You felt so deeply for him. You held him close to you as he flipped on the tv. You both settled into the sofa, stroking through his hair softly as he closed his eyes and leaned into you. You kissed his temple and whispered your continued affirmations. That you would never leave him. That you could never stop loving him.

You heard something and cast an eye to the kitchen, which you could see from your living space. The familiar figure you met every Halloween was there. The Devil.

You smiled, winking at the Devil as he took his offering as if he were Santa sneaking in on Christmas night. He smirked, drinking from the cup and wiping his mouth on his sleeve. He clapped his hands and left which you caught from your peripheral vision.

You smiled warmly. It was all worth it. You were satisfied as you snuggled into Spike’s now open arms, you would keep the love of an immortal for another year at least.

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missblissy · 4 years

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Ooo what if Alastor’s S/O got really hurt by one of alastor’s enemies, and angel dust finds them and brings them back to the hotel?

((HEHEHEHE I made this ANGSTY >:) Never give me the option to make something angsty. Ya’ll been warned. Anyways, I hope you enjoy, I made it into a drabble cause why the fuck not? ENJOY!!))

“Hey! Keep your eyes open!” Why did your head hurt so much? Why was it banging and what was that smell? “Come on, kid! I really don’t want to bring a dead body back to the last person I want mad at me!” Who was that?

Your eyes flickered open but they felt too heavy to keep up. Your vision was blurry and you could barely make out what was in front of you. Did you pass out? You must of, you had no idea what was going on. You looked up through tears that welled in your eyes from all the pain, “A-angel?” Your voice was raspy and weak. That’s when you felt blood gush in your throat and ooze down your lips. You hated the taste of iron and blood washing over your tongue, “What happened?”

Angel was doing his best to get back to the hotel in one piece. He thankful made a speedy retreat from that war zone, “We got caught in the middle of someone’s turf-war,” He was carrying you in his arms, good thing he had four of them, “You being you… You just had to get involved. And me… Being me… I did too, haha,” He paused to give a little sinister laugh, “It was going good until you go crushed under a building. I thought you were really gonna die! I didn’t think I’d ever see a demon get crushed to death seeing as we can’t die and all!” His next laugh was more forced and shaky.

Ugh, that’s why your head was pounding and why you felt so tired. Your body needed time to regenerate. You’re lucky to even be awake. When a demon’s body takes to much damage, they don’t die, they just sleep for weeks on end until they’re back to their normal selves. You were about to tell Angel to not take you back to the hotel, but that was too late now.

It didn’t take even a second for him to smell your blood. Angel was about to open the door when Alastor swung it open with such a force that it flew off the hinges. Angel stood there, frozen with fear and the dumbest look on his face.

Alastor didn’t say a word, he just held his arms open with a dark smile. Nothing was said as Angel passed you into Alastor’s arms and fleed for his life. Everyone in the hotel found something to hide behind, whether it was a wall, statue or bar. Dozens of eyes peaked from the darkness and hid in the shadows.

As Alastor held you in his arms, he kept a large smile on his face with hollow empty eyes that you couldn’t read. The static waving off of him was chaotic, toxic, and almost enough to deafen you. It sounded like a radio was being sunken into a tub of water. The sounds were deep and demonic and full of pops and cracks that hurt your ears. He didn’t say a word as he climbed the stairs and up into the hotel. You kept dazing in and out of consciousness.

You wanted to sleep so badly. Your body was in so much pain and you had lost so much blood. Alastor had taken you into your room and placed you on your bed. He made sure you were safe, he didn’t say anything, he just tucked you into your bed and went to leave. But you stopped him, you grabbed his hand before he could walk away.

“Al,” Your voice as weak and muffled by the blood in your throat, “Don’t,” Is all you said.

He knew what you meant. He didn’t look at you or even turn around as he spoke, “I must,” His radio voice was twisted and broken.

“No, you don’t,” And that’s when he snapped. Your words irritated him and he wasn’t afraid to show it.

He spun around and you saw the anger behind his smile, “Anyone who lays a finger on you,” He said, while ironically tracing his hand across your broken cheek, “Deserves a slow and painful death as I eat every inch of their body and soul. Who did this dirty deed?”

But you refused to tell him, “I’m fine,” You tried to smile but it hurt too much, “It doesn’t matter-”

“It does!” He boomed, “I can not let you become a weakness, it’s that simple my darling dear!” His smile was beginning to tear his face apart. There was so much rage inside him. You could feel it waft off his body and fill the room with an endless suffocating darkness.

You did your best to lift a hand to his face. He flinched away at first, you could even see that he was going to slap you away but he fought the instinct to do so, “It’s okay, Al,” You said in a soft and tired voice, “I’m here now,” Your fingers traced his cheekbone and trembled as you brought him closer, “It’s okay to feel things, you don’t have to hide it with a smile. Everything is okay. Nothing bad is going to happen,”

A war had broken out over Alastor’s face. You could tell apart of him wanted to destroy whoever did this to you, and another part of him wanted to break down that he had let this happen. It had gotten to the point that his smile was cracking and shaking. His eyes started to well up with toxic black tears that streamed down his face whether he wanted them too or not. He was still smiling, it looked so painful as he fought to keep that smile on his face.

“I don’t want to lose you,” He finally said with a sniffle, “Please, I’m begging you. Don’t leave me here,” You watched his smile finally fall. He sighed and as he did so he let all his rage and anger melt away, if only for now. Instead, he reveled in the feelings of fear, worry, and heartbreak.

He was so shaken up, you began to feel bad for putting yourself in danger like this. He cared about you so much that he was begging you to never do this again. It broke your heart that you were putting him through this kind of pain and worry. It probably didn’t even compare to the pain of your wounds.

“I’m sorry,” You told him slowly in a soft tone, “I didn’t mean for this to happen. But I’m okay, I promise,” You tugged lightly at his arm, just enough to get him to sit on the side of the bed, “I’m begging you, please just stay here with me. Don’t go out there seeking revenge. You don’t want me throwing myself into danger than you don’t get to either.”

Alastor simply nodded his head in agreement. He quickly leaned into your embrace, hiding in the crook of your neck while you held him in your arms. Even though you were the one who nearly got killed today, it was Alastor who was in real pain. Physical pain was nothing, emotional pain was everything. You held each other there, silence between the two of you while Alastor calmed himself and while you started to drift away into a dreamless sleep. He swore in his mind that once you fell asleep he would find Angel and destroy whoever did this to you. Nothing would fully calm his rage until he tasted the blood of his enemies.

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cbspams · 4 years

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See? Not scary!

Yet anyways.

You tugged your jacket closer in a poor attempt to protect your from the midnight chill. Why are you out here so late anyways? You hadn’t planned on it at all yet here you were, wandering the empty streets with nothing more than your phone and a couple bucks hastily shoved into your pockets. You kicked a rock and watched it clatter away, the only sound besides your still beating heart.

He chuckles, stepping down and visualizing a more acceptable appearance. He’s long since learned that humans are a tad too delicate for his true form. Burn up right there and then they do and while a good crunch is nice, crispy isn’t his preferred mode of consumption. He coughs lightly behind you.

You whip around, clutching your phone tightly. He steps forward with a lopsided smile, hands raised slightly. He seems normal enough though you swear you see something around him under the flickering streetlight. You rub your eyes and squint at him. “Hey,” he says, seemingly barely a whisper. “Don’t be afraid, I’m not going to hurt you.” Yet.

You freeze. There’s no way. There’s no way you should have heard him speak like he was right next to you instead of several feet away. As if his voice was right in your ear. He grins, walking towards you leisurely. You on the other hand, start to shake, willing yourself to move but unable to do so. Your heart beats too loud in your ears, trying to cover the echoes of his voice.

“I-I don’t believe you! Who are you?!” How you managed to speak at all is beyond you but you had and now you wish you hadn’t. He still has that same smile, eyes crinkling at the corners, but it feels cold somehow. Calculating. He drops his hands into his pockets and continues to walk towards you. You should run, you can feel it in your bones, but you don’t. Rooted to the spot.

“That’s the million dollar question ain’t it? Tell you what, you get three guesses. Get it right and I’ll give you a prize. Sounds like a good deal right?” He laughs, finally standing face to face with you. Your eyes are wide, so wide that he can see his true form reflected in them. And you’re trembling, fear snaking out of your skin like smoke. While a tiny bit disappointed that he’s not going to eat anger today, he’s never turned down a good tasting fear and by the look of it you might as well be a delicacy.

“Let me g-go, please.” You clutch your phone close to your chest, breathing heavy. Cold sweat breaks out on your skin, chilling you even further. He tsks, sighing.

“Calm down love, you’re going to taint yourself. C’mon, just give it a guess! I’m sure you’ll get it, it’s not that hard.” He raises a hand and flexes his fingers, seeming to draw something out of the air. You have no idea what it is though, since it just looks like a shadow to you. A shifting shadow, flickering. He clicks his tongue again. “Ah ah, don’t look at it too long or you won’t be fun anymore.”

You swallow, trying to gather the last of your scattered wits. He’s clearly not human but... there’s so many mythical creatures and beings out there. How are you supposed to know? Think, (Name), think. It’s the dead of night, no one else is around. What do they call this? The witching hour? But witches aren’t usually this menacing right? What else roams the night?

“Vampire?” You cautiously say, cowering when he chuckles.

“Unfortunately not. Two more guesses.” He squeezes whatever’s in his hand and you feel something wrap around you, so cold it burns through your clothes. Okay, okay what else. What else, what else, what else? You don’t know, you can’t think like this. You’re near a cemetery... maybe a ghost? No, they’re usually way more docile. And less... whole human looking. But a branch off of ghosts would be...

“A ghoul.” You know it’s wrong as soon as it comes out, before he even gives you a mockingly disappointed look. He can’t be a ghoul, ghouls don’t speak idiot.

“Last chance love, try to think with that little brain of yours mm? I’ll even give you a little hint.” He shimmers before your eyes and you catch sight of... many eyes. Too many eyes and a flickering of limbs and huge spread wings. You know what he is. Fallen angel might be one term but... somehow you suspect it’s more sinister than that. He’s grinning already, the look a bit too stretched for his human features.

“Demon,” you whisper.

“Winner winner what’s for dinner!” He laughs and you squeeze your eyes shut, expecting... something? Maybe a tearing sensation or burning or anything that’s not... nothing. You peek your eyes open again just to see his still delighted face. “Honestly you kids are so fun to play with. A promise is a promise, what kind of reward do you want?”

... Okay back up. What? Weren’t you going to get eaten or something? He snickers at the look on your face, disbelief and confusion oozing out of you thick like blood. “You know you’re out awful late, shouldn’t you be home? Didn’t your parents teach you it’s dangerous? There could be serial killers out here.”

Your brain must be short circuiting. Are you hearing him correctly? “Y-you’re not going to eat me?”

“Oh good heavens no! Did I scare you? Oh jeez, I guess I did it again. You humans are all so fragile, I always forget about that.” He hums, tapping his cheek. “Ah, but you sure had some delicious auras! Is it auras these days? They used to call it something else. Hm... Oh I can’t remember, it’s been too long for the ol’ noggin.”

“T-then what was the thing? In your hand and the- the cold?” You shiver, arms coming up to clutch yourself.

“Huh? Oh that. Well this little thing,” he says with a shake of his hand and you swear on god that you heard a rattling, “Was to catch whatever was lurking on your shoulder. Nasty business that is. And as for feeling cold, I didn’t do anything.” He shrugs, tucking his hands in his pockets again. “All I did was stall you long enough so I could eat up whatever was bothering you. Speaking of, what is bothering you huh? It was real tasty so it’s gotta be bad.”

You give up trying to understand. “It’s my roommate. We’re having a fight.”

“Aww, that can’t be fun. I could do something about it if you want. Y’know, reward and all that.” He nods his head in the direction you came from.

You shake your head. “It’s okay, I can deal with it. I should probably sell my soul for something a lot better than fixing my stupid little problem.” You laugh weakly, shoulders slumping.

“Awww, alright. Guess I’ll eat your soul another day then. Oh shoot, look at the time. I’ve gotta go but hey, here’s this.” He holds out what seems to be a business card of some sort, a strange foil print design on it. “I gotta go but give me a call if you need that favor sometime yeah? Better try and do it before next week, thing’s are happenin’ fast.” You take the card, absolutely confused. But before you can ask anything more, he gives you a wink and then sinks into the floor like it’s nothing.

You stare down at the spot for a long while before turning the card in your hand. Scrawled on the back in messy writing is a short note: add one drop of blood to summon your local demon. You tuck it away slowly.

Maybe you should just go home. This is probably some weird fever dream and you just need to chill with maybe a glass or two of wine. Yeah, that sounds like a plan.

Chan laughs, watching you walk off. Maybe he’ll keep you around after he’s slaughtered most of humanity. Tormenting you slowly seems like it’d be fun...

#halloween event #story: demon #ignore the weird photo collection I’m bad at aesthetics #this sucksssss ughhhhh #whatever here have it #not proof read so ignore typos and shit

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nataliedanovelist · 3 years

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GF - How A Star Is Born ch.XI

A Hercules AU, founded by @evaroze, whom this fic is a gift for. This is the last chapter, so I truly hope you all enjoyed this fun AU, and thank you from the bottom of my heart for your support!

(Also, a small cameo for @lemonfodrizzleart is in here, so I hope you enjoy!)

ch.X

AO3 link

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Stan could feel the familiar pressure on his chest when Dipper and Mabel defeated the monster. He did everything he could to keep it at bay until the kids left; they would have stayed, and Bill would have won. Ford might get hurt, so Stan made sure they didn’t know and that they left him.

The second they were gone a powerful wave of pain flared his chest and he sank. Pacifica helped him lie down comfortably against some smooth boulders, unsure if it was safe to move him, and held his hand as he had to endure another heart attack.

Stan’s mind was hazy, but he reminded himself that he was okay with this. He was okay. Dipper and Mabel were gonna in. They got to see each other face to face! Dipper would get to meet Ford, and one day he would get to be with them forever. Heck, Stan even got lucky enough to meet his niece, who he already loved just as much as he loved Dipper. And Ford… he might have been a huge jerk, but he would have liked to see him again. Oh, well. It’s not like Ford would want to see him again.

The old trainer winced and groaned as he could feel his breath being taken away.

Mabel had Gompers go as fast as he could back to Thebes. She, Ford, and Dipper were terrified of what they would come to, but they had to see him again, they had to!

Gompers stopped right where he had picked the young pair of twins up for battle and were distributed to find Stan lying down, he never lied down! Pacifica turned to them, shaking her head and moving aside so they could see how deadly still and pale Stan was.

Ford instantly collapsed onto his knees by his brother’s side. He shook his head, refusing to believe it, and carefully took his hand. “Stanley,” He muttered quietly. “Stanley, it’s me, your brother.”

Mabel was on her knees next to Ford, trembling like a leaf and already crying. “G-G-Grunkle Stan… please…”

The ruler of the gods scooped his brother up and was distraught when his head fell limp to the side. Ford helped his head lay on his strong arm, tearfully begging and holding his twin close to his fast-beating heart. “Come on, Stanley. P-Please! Wake up! Stanley!” He sobbed and bowed his head, cradling his brother and distraught to find him already cooling down. Ford had never been there for his brother when he needed him to be.

Mabel took Stan’s free, limp hand and kissed it through her tears, then rubbed Ford’s back as he cried freely. Stan appeared much more pale in comparison to the gods that held him close, who shined and glowed like gold. Ford freed an arm to bring her niece closer, and the two held the family member they had so desperately wanted to be reunited with and now would never have a chance to.

Dipper was standing right behind them, shaking with his fists clench. He turned away and sniffed, trying to keep it together, a tiny toxic voice telling him to keep it together and be a man. But the fact that the ruler of the gods was sobbing his heart out behind was enough to help Dipper shed a tear or two, but he couldn’t help but cover his eyes with a hand.

Pacifica hesitated, and then patted his shoulder. “I’m… I’m so sorry, Dipper.” She croaked and glanced back at the broken family. “There’s… some things you just can’t change.”

Scowling and determined with fire in his eyes, Dipper lifted his head and dropped his hand from his eyes. “Yes I can.” And he and Pacifica were gone before Ford or Mabel could realize they were going and they were too busy to notice their disappearances.

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“WE WERE SO CLOOOOOSE!”

Bill was on a rampage. Now completely alone with no allies and only a sad underworld for his lair, he released his fury by blasting everything in sight with fire. Gideon was well hidden and letting his boss let his anger out, getting fed up of being under the triangle’s thumb and looking for a way out of this; If Pacifica can get her freedom, maybe he can, too.

Bill floated to a window overlooking the underworld, cooling down, but still furious. “We were so close, we tripped at the finish line, WHY?! All cuz that worthless conartist had to teach that twerp a thing or t-...”

The doors crumbled at the punch of the young hero, accompanied by his little tour-guide, Pacifica, who scowled at the demon with a gleam in her eye. “Where’s Stan?” Dipper growled.

Bill smiled at his visitors. “Ah, Pinetree and Llama, underworld’s a great place for a date, isn’t it?”

“Let him go.” Dipper demanded, charging at the demon and grabbing him by his stupid black toga.

Bill rolled his eye and plucked the human’s hands off him. “Get a grip, kid. Here, lemme show you around. C’mon.” And he had a hand on Dipper’s shoulder and walked with him out of Bill’s study, with Pacifica and Gideon curiously following them.

Bill took Dipper to a river of green death, with hundreds of thousands of souls swimming around. Towards the top, was Stan. Peacefully sleeping in his armor and cape, his soul torn and war-worn, but there he was.

“Stan!” Dipper called and reached for him, but the green liquid made his hands burn and age.

“Ah ah, you can look but you can’t touch.” Bill laughed. “You see, Stan’s got a new place here. He’s gonna be in this river, floating for eternity.”

Dipper did some quick thinking, watching Stan float farther away, and an idea came to him and he glared at Bill. “You like making deals. Take me in Stan’s place.”

“Hm.” Bill poked his face as he mockingly gave it some thought. “The great-nephew of my hated rival trapped forever in a river of death.”

“Going once…”

“In exchange for an old man who’ll probably die again next week.”

“Going twice…”

“Okay!” Bill interrupted. “Okay, okay, okay. If you can get him out, he can go, but you have to stay. Good luck, hero.”

Dipper looked back at the river he could easily step into. Stan was farther away now, almost around a riverbend, so the brave young man took in a deep breath and cannon-balled into the River of Death and swam for his uncle’s soul.

“Oh, you know what slipped my mind, you’ll be dead before you can get to him.” Bill called after him. “That’s not a problem, is it?” He cackled.

Dipper knew Stan was right, but if this would give Ford and Mabel a chance to be with him, if only for a short amount of time, so be it. Twins shouldn’t be separated forever.

The instant he jumped in, Dipper began dying rapidly. Not even aging, having a moment’s peace of being in his thirties, forties and fifties. His body seemed to instantly jump to his sixties and then slowly crawl upward. Stan was still so far away, but Dipper kept pushing, thinking of his family crying over Stan’s body. He had to do this. This had to work. Now aged to a hundred-year-old man, frail and at the brink of death, he reached for his uncle’s hand, just as they turned a corner on the river, hidden by a cavern.

Bill grinned at his victory, but his joy was short lived. Bright golden light shined. Bill’s eye was wide with horror and he watched as a true hero walked on the River of Death, carrying his trainer in his arms. “This… This is impossible! You can’t be alive, you’d have to be…”

“A god?” Pacifica and Gideon asked.

Bill roared in fury as he turned red, small and child-like as he kicked and screamed in the air.

Dipper’s skin now glowed golden, like his great-uncle and twin sister. He was sure and determined, clever, and healthy and youthful. And though he was grateful to have his godhood restored, he was still focused on getting his family together.

“Dipper, stop! You can’t do this, you can’t…” And Dipper punched Bill so hard in the face that his eye fell inward into his triangle body.

Bill recovered shortly, popping his eye back into place and chuckling nervously as Dipper walked away. “Okay, I deserved that. Pinetree, can we talk? Your uncle, Sixer, he’s a fun guy! Y’know, m-maybe you can put in a good word with him and we can just blow this whole thing off, huh?” Not seeing any reassurance, Bill went for his last desperate attempt to save his bricks. “Eh, Stan. Stanie, c’mon, talk to your kid.” And he cupped the soul’s cheeks.

At that, Dipper lost his patience and punched him so hard that Bill flew right into the river. Souls instantly latched onto him, and at his annoyance, he was dragged into the depths of death.

“Oh, he’s not gonna be happy when he gets outta there.” Gideon fretted at the edge of the river.

“You mean,” Pacifica gently elbowed her old working buddy and asked slyly, “If he gets out of there.”

Gideon lit up and grinned. “If… If is good.”

“You know,” Dipper said coolly, and the two looked at him. “I think this place is gonna need a new ruler of the underworld. But I think it should be someone who knows just how important life is, so death becomes more comforting.”

Gideon gasped and had an idea, so excited about it he swatted Pacifica’s arm and yelled, “OH! Oh oh oh oh OH! C’mon, c’mon!” And he dragged Pacifica to a special section of the underworld.

Dipper followed behind with Stan still in his arms and Gideon took them to the throne room. Years ago, Gideon watched Bill press a stone on the left side of the door to reveal where he kept a small amount of poison to turn gods mortal. Today, Gideon felt around for a stone on the right side of the door that could be pressed. After a few seconds, he found it, pressed, and a door opened to reveal a cave much like the last, except for oozing purple poison, a bottle of golden elixir awaited them.

“I knew it!” Gideon grabbed the bottle and held it out to Pacifica. “Here! Take it! Be the new god of the underworld!”

“What?!” Pacifica pushed the outstretched bottle back. “No, not me…”

“I think you should.” Dipper reassured. “You helped save my family twice today. You helped those kids. You clearly value life the way you should. I think you’d make a great goddess.”

“And I’ll be there to help you!” Gideon volunteered. “I know a lot about this place, I just… erm, let’s just say I’ve proven to be an awful boss in the past, k’?”

Pacifica played with her hair nervously, still unsure, but the smile from her friends was just enough, and so she snatched the bottle and took a swing before she could change her mind.

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Dipper carefully walked back to Thebes with Stan’s soul in his arms. He was reminded of so many times when Stan would pick him up from the dining table full of work and take him to bed. Stan had been his family for so long, that to know they were blood was actually very exciting. On top of which, if Dipper understood the rumors correctly, Stan was once a god, ubt lost his godhood, too. If Dipper can get his back, there must be a way to get Stan’s back. Even if he was a god now, Dipper was determined not to leave Stan’s side until he also earned his godhood. Family sticks together.

Mabel and Ford were still holding onto Stan, just as Dipper left them. Mabel was the first to notice the footsteps, to look up, and to gasp at not only Stan’s soul, but the fact that Dipper glowed like gold, like she and Ford did. She squeezed Ford’s shoulder and he finally took notice, gasping at his nephew.

Mabel scooted back a little bit to give Dipper some space, but Ford refused to let Stan go. He merely loosened his hold so Dipper could gently place the soul down onto the body, and then they waited with Dipper on one knee and Mabel scooting closer again.

It only took a moment. Stan took in a deep breath and let it out far easier than he had in years, and his color returned far brighter than before. Dipper gasped at how he sparkled and shined, and Ford and Mabel grinned to know their hope was proven correct.

Stan blinked once or twice, confused, but beyond amazed to see his entire family surrounding him. He quickly noticed the tears and sat up a bit, concerned, “Whoa, hey, is this an audience or a mosaic?”

“STANLEY!” Ford cried out and threw himself into his brother so hard they both fell into the ground, but neither cared. Stan chuckled nervously and tightly hugged his twin while Ford began to cry again. “St-Stanley! I’m sorry! I’m so, so sorry! I should’ve…”

“Aw, c’mon, Sixer,” Stan rubbed his shaking back. “It’s okay, it all worked out.”

“I almost lost you…”

“Well, you didn’t.” Stan loosened his grasp to better look at his nephew, and Ford turned to grin proudly at him as well. “Thanks to that knucklehead. HEY! Wait a minute! You jumped into the River of Death?! That was stupid, don’t you dare lemme catch you risking your life for mine, kid! I’m old! I go first!”

Dipper laughed and gestured to Stan. “That’s never gonna happen.”

Stan looked down at himself and flexed his arms and hands, his eyes wide. “Whoa hey! Kid, you did it!” He looked back up at Dipper, finally noticing that he was also glowing, and he jumped to his feet and cheered. “YOU DID IT! You’re a true hero! I trained a true hero! We’re gods again!”

Mabel jumped into Dipper’s arms and hugged him. “I’m so proud of you guys! I KNEW you could do it!”

Ford chuckled warmly and helped his twin up to his feet. “Come, let us go home.”

Mabel whistled and Gompers lowered himself so the family of gods could ride the giant goat back to Olympus.

At the mountain top, just inside the newly repaired gates, the gods and goddess awaited to congratulate the newcomers. Fiddleford blew his trumpet loudly with joy; Hazel, the goddess of spring, tossed flowers every which way; Jackie, the goddess of Summer and Romance, winked at Stan, who ran a hand over his gray hair and threw her a sly smile; Pacifica and Gideon were there, too, Pacifica glowing a peaceful light-blue color to go with her white tiara and baby-blue dress with white sash. Dipper couldn’t help but smile at Pacifica; maybe someday she could earn his trust.

The gods entered their new home and Mabel caught something happening to the night sky. She gently elbowed her brother and pointed up to the sky, and their uncles also looked upward. The Faiths had manipulated the cosmos to tell the new story, and they all watched as the stars formed into the shape of a dipper, the exact same shape on Dipper’s forehead. Beside the new constellation, a shooting star graced the dark inky sky.

“Hey, that’s Stan’s boy!” Hephzie, the goddess of autumn and harvest pointed out.

Stan blinked his eyes dry and let Mabel hug him around the neck from behind, patting her hands. Ford put a hand on his left shoulder, and Stan pulled Dipper into a soft noogie. Together, the loving family watched the beautiful sky.

Just remember, in the darkest hour, Within your heart's the power For making you A hero too!

So don't lose hope when you're forlorn! Just keep your eyes upon the skies! Ev'ry night a star is, Right in sight a star is, Burning bright a star is born!

#GF #gravity falls au #fanfiction #hercules #dipper pines #mabel pines #grunkle ford #grunkle stan #death #just kidding #stangst #happy ending #gift #Thanks for reading!#seriously thank you all!!!#I hope you liked it!

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starryknight09 · 3 years

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The worst demon to bear

Soooo on a whim I decided to do Febuwhump this year. Surprise! 😝

Febuwhump Day 1: mind control

Summary: Peter always thought of mind control as something that only happened in movies. He should've known better, especially after all the craziness he'd already seen. After it happens to him, he has to learn to live with the consequences.

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The sun sank down across the horizon sending out splashes of orange and red across the sky. Peter couldn’t appreciate the beauty of it. All he saw was another day fading away and darkness on the verge of encompassing everything. Not that it mattered. Even in the light of day, nothing seemed any brighter. Ever since what had happened a week ago, everything had lost its gleam. He knew everyone was worried about him, but he there wasn’t anything he could do about it. They’d all forgiven him. May. Mr. Stark. The Avengers. But he couldn’t forgive himself.

He’d killed people. Innocent people. So he didn’t deserve their forgiveness, no matter what anyone tried to say to convince him otherwise.

Just because he’d been taken over and mind controlled by some black alien ooze, it didn’t give him a free pass for what he’d done under its influence. He’d only been in its clutches for a week, but that had been more than enough time to do some serious damage to the citizens of New York and Spiderman’s reputation. The Avengers had held a press conference and announced that it had been a copycat, and not Spiderman himself, who had committed the crimes, but not everyone seemed convinced yet. And Peter knew the truth. It had been him. But it’d been Venom at the same time.

Luckily, Mr. Stark had caught on quickly enough, and they’d all ganged up on him to take him in, because he definitely hadn’t gone willingly. But once they’d captured him, it hadn’t taken them too long to figure out the source of the problem and free him from its control.

He’d never forget the mixture of horror and absolute relief on Mr. Stark’s face when the black sludge had finally oozed out of him. Once it was gone, his mentor hadn’t treated him any differently than before, and it’d thrown Peter for a loop. Because he thought Mr. Stark should be disgusted and horrified by what he’d done, not still looking at him like some kind of proud dad. He shouldn’t want to have anything to do with him anymore. He should never want to speak to him again. But that’s not what happened.

Peter couldn’t handle everyone acting the same around him so he’d left the compound as soon as he could, like a dog with its tail between its legs, back to his apartment in Queens with May. Since he’d gotten back a few days ago, he’d refused to answer any texts or phone calls from Mr. Stark or any of the other Avengers. If they wouldn’t do the right thing and ignore him, then he’d just have to do their job for them. He didn’t deserve their forgiveness or their friendship anymore. And he didn’t deserve to be Spiderman. He hadn’t so much as touched the suit. He hadn’t even taken it with him when he’d left the compound, even though he’d healed up fine. A concussion from the battle, when Steve had landed a lucky strike while the Avengers had been fighting him, and ruptured ear drums from the sound waves when Bruce had finally cracked what they needed to do to get the alien creature to leave his body.

He was almost angry with how quickly he’d healed. His soul churned with agony, but physically, he remained unharmed. Outwardly no one could tell that he hurt so bad he didn’t know how he could keep on breathing. How he could keep on living.

It wouldn’t have been so bad if he couldn’t remember it. If Venom had just taken him over and he’d left the building. But he’d been there. He hadn’t had any control over his body, but he’d watched himself do despicable things. Take lives. Something he’d always promised he’d never ever do. No matter what. He didn’t know how to live with himself now.

He wasn’t even sure if he deserved to live. He swung his legs back and forth over the ledge of the building where he was perched. His webshooters rested in a box under his bed, so if he somehow slipped and fell, he’d plummet the entire forty stories to the ground. Not even Spiderman could walk away from that. The idea of jumping, barely a fleeting thought, entered his mind as quickly as it left, leaving a burst of adrenaline behind. No matter how much he might deserve it, he couldn’t jump. He could never do that to May. No, he’d spend the rest of his life suffering instead.

He blamed his dark thoughts for distracting him so he didn’t hear the characteristic hum of thrusters until it was too late and Ironman landed with a clang behind him. He closed his eyes in resignation. He should’ve known Mr. Stark wouldn’t let Peter ignore him for long.

“Nice view.” Mr. Stark remarked, and even though Peter’s back was to him, he could tell the man had removed his helmet because his voice didn’t come out tinny.

Peter stayed silent. Dealing with Mr. Stark was the last thing he felt like doing. He just didn’t have the energy. Ever since he’d been freed from Venom, he’d barely slept and even when he had, he’d been awoken my nightmares. Memories.

Mr. Stark let out a small hum at the snub and Peter registered the barely audible buzzing as the nanotech retracted back into its casing.

“Talkative tonight, huh?” Mr. Stark said, this time from right behind him.

He still said nothing.

Mr. Stark sniffed, and in the next moment, hauled himself up on the ledge to sit next to him. Peter tensed imperceptibly, having to remind himself that even though Mr. Stark wasn’t wearing the armor, he’d have enough time to engage it and save himself even he accidentally slipped. But knowing it, and believing it, seemed like two separate things. Peter had been hyperaware of Mr. Stark and his safety for the past six months, ever since the man had barely survived the snap. That he had survived at all was thanks entirely to Dr. Strange’s quick teleporting and Shuri’s skills with Wakanda’s state of the art medical advancements.

“May called me.” Mr. Stark said after a long minute of silence had passed. “She’s worried about you.”

Peter kept staring straight ahead, face blank, not acknowledging the statement.

Mr. Stark sighed. “I’m worried about you.”

He tightened his jaw. He didn’t understand what they wanted from him. To act like none of this had happened? To go right back to living his normal life and acting like his normal bubbly self? Well, they were going to be disappointed.

“Kid, talk to me.” It came out like a plea. He’d never heard Mr. Stark use that tone before. His brow furrowed almost indiscernibly, not liking that he’d made his mentor sound like that.

“Pete.” Mr. Stark tried again, but Peter was nothing if not stubborn. There was nothing to talk about anyway.

Mr. Stark let out another heavy sigh, and Peter could sense his frustration.

“Listen, I know I can’t say I know what it feels like, because I don’t. But kid, none of what happened was your fault.”

Peter flicked his eyes over to the man with a disbelieving frown. Of course it was his fault.

Mr. Stark gave him a self-satisfied smirk at having finally broken his stony indifference. Peter kind of wanted to hit him but he settled for a glare instead.

“I know. I know.�� Mr. Stark continued. “You don’t believe me. It’s all your fault. You should’ve done better. Should’ve never let that alien psycho sludge thing take over you. You should’ve been able to fight it off. Blah blah blah.”

His anger flared as his mentor made light of some of the very thoughts that’d been buzzing through his mind. He couldn’t stop himself. His mouth opened unwittingly and he grit out, “You seem to get it, so I don’t know why you’re even here.”

“Ah there he is.” Mr. Stark smiled.

Peter rolled his eyes and tried to go back to ignoring the man, staring straight ahead as he stewed over the fact that he’d broken his silence.

“Peter.” Mr. Stark said, using his full name, which he almost never did. “Look at me.”

Peter glanced over at him. Even after everything he’d been through, after how much he’d grown up and matured, he still couldn’t ignore a direct order from the man. He wondered if that’d ever change. Mr. Stark turned and gripped each of his shoulders to make Peter face him head on.

“What happened was terrible. I know. But it wasn’t your fault.” Mr. Stark shook him slightly to exaggerate his words. “Nothing you did while under control of that thing was your fault.”

Peter scoffed and tried to twist away but Mr. Stark wouldn’t let him, his grip tightening. No matter what the man said, it sure felt like his fault. He’d witnessed everything, felt every movement the creature had made using his body. But he hadn’t been strong enough to break free, and people had died because of that.

“It wasn’t.” Mr. Stark said sharply as if he could read Peter’s mind. “You need to forgive yourself.”

A lump settled in his throat as he shook his head.

Mr. Stark sighed and his thumbs moved back and forth over his shoulders. “If it was me, if Venom had made me do those things, would you think it was my fault?”

He froze and contemplated it for a minute before begrudgingly shaking his head.

“Would you forgive me?” Mr. Stark asked.

“Of course.” He mumbled.

“Then why can’t you forgive yourself?”

“If it had been you, would you be able to forgive yourself?” He countered.

“Yes.” Mr. Stark answered surprisingly fast. Peter blinked, shocked. He honestly hadn’t expected that answer, and it didn’t seem like the man was lying.

Mr. Stark gave him a soft smile as he explained, “Because I’d have to. To move on. To keep living.”

Peter frowned as he considered the words.

Mr. Stark continued, “I’ve had to forgive myself for a lot of things over the years Pete. Probably a lot of things I didn’t deserve forgiveness for. But I had to. Because if I didn’t… Well, all I can say is, it’s hard to hold on to all that self-hatred. And it doesn’t do anyone any good in the end. Least of all yourself.”

Tears welled up in his eyes. He knew Mr. Stark was right. He didn’t want to carry these feelings of guilt and self-hate around forever, but he didn’t know how to stop.

“Come here.” Mr. Stark tugged him forward into a hug and Peter didn’t resist. The comfort of the embrace unleashed the dam on his emotions. He couldn’t help it. He started crying.

“You’re such an amazing kid.” Mr. Stark said into his hair, holding him tighter when he started crying. “And none of this was your fault, so you need to forgive yourself so you can move on.”

“I don’t know how.” He croaked. He didn’t. After talking to Mr. Stark, he wanted to, but he didn’t have any idea how to start. All the hatred and anger he felt toward himself was like a gaping pit of darkness seeded inside. He couldn’t just magically will it away.

“I’ll help you. Ok?” Mr. Stark answered. The man always had an answer for everything.

Peter sniffled but nodded in the embrace.

“It’s going to be ok kid.” Mr. Stark pressed a quick kiss into his hair. “I promise. It’s going to be ok.”

And for the first time in over a week, Peter let himself believe it.

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ethereal-not-occult · 3 years

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patience and the mulberry

"With time and patience, the mulberry leaf becomes a silk gown."

Fandom: Good Omens Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens) Characters: Crowley (Good Omens), Aziraphale (Good Omens) Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Established Relationship, Ineffable Husbands (Good Omens), Fluff and Angst, Character(s) of Color, Sericulture, silkworms, past religious trauma, but nothing bad happens in this fic I promise, mixed bookverse w/ TV elements, references to Chinese culture Notes: Originally written for the @goodomensfashionzine !

“I'll only be a minute, dear.” Aziraphale kissed Crowley's cheek as he opened the door of the Bentley. “You don't have to see me to the door if you don't want to.”

Crowley tightened his grip on the wheel. “Sure, angel. Sounds good to me.” The sibilants slid far too quickly past his clenched jaw, and he bit his tongue to stop the instinctive hiss from escaping.

Aziraphale gave him a sympathetic look, but shut the Bentley's door behind him and soon disappeared through the doors of the church. Once he was out of sight, Crowley slumped forward slightly, sliding his sunglasses up and rubbing at his eyes. A few deep breaths later, and he felt composed enough to exit the Bentley himself in blatant disregard for the “NO PARKING” sign on the curb.¹

[¹ Given his new job position (or lack thereof), lawbreaking was no longer a necessity, but old habits die hard.]

The bright afternoon sun made him wince a bit, and two robins in a nearby bush were getting frisky in a way he would never be able to unhear, but they made it easier to forget the distant wail of air sirens. Even standing out on the road, Crowley's skin prickled faintly with the remembered sting of consecrated ground.

He pushed the feeling aside and walked resolutely forward. Aziraphale was bound to take his sweet time as he mooned over the church's dusty old tomes, but Crowley had his own investigations to conduct while he waited. No rest for the wicked and all that.

The concrete pavement under his snakeskin shoes gave way to grass, and the tingling sensation in his soles faded. Soon he found himself at his intended destination—an Edenic grove of mulberry trees, clustered together in a ring in the church's backyard. He'd spotted them on the drive over and couldn't resist the temptation of a closer look.

Crowley wandered into the garden with a scrutinizing eye. They were young, for trees, but growing well despite their callowness. A particularly stocky sapling hardly flinched when Crowley gave it a token glare, much to his disappointment. Then again, outdoor plants were rarely as well-behaved as properly cowed houseplants. It seemed this attitude persisted even in ecclesiastic gardens such as these.

He cast a surreptitious glance over his shoulder, then reached a hand up into the tree's umbrella-like branches and tugged. The season wasn't quite right for fruits, but he still withdrew clutching a handful of dark ripe mulberries. Hardly apples, but his lips twitched upwards nonetheless. He plucked a berry from the pile and raised it to his lips.

“Zaoshang hao!”

Only a hasty miracle saved Crowley from choking as he jumped and swiveled around. Hovering right outside the churchyard was a middle-aged human, well-dressed and smiling pleasantly at him. Judging by her formal clothing and the Bible she carried, she was a part of the congregation, maybe even the priest herself. Crowley swallowed and stepped backwards.

“Ni shi jiaohui de xinshou ma?” the human called again, picking her way across the dewy grass in his direction. Crowley eyed the Bible she held, willing himself not to break out into hives.

“Um. Wo bu—er, no. I'm not new. Not here for church at all, actually.” He fidgeted and clasped his hands, still full of pilfered mulberries, behind his back. “Just waiting for someone.��

The human raised an eyebrow. “You're welcome to wait inside, if you like,” she said, also switching to English. “I reckon we still have biscuits left from the children's morning service—”

“No!” Crowley said too quickly, and perhaps too sharply. He winced. “I mean. That won't be necessary. I'd much rather stay out here, if it isn't too much trouble.”

The human gave him a Look. Crowley's cheeks heated and he averted his eyes, willing his sunglasses a few shades darker.

“Beautiful, aren't they?”

Crowley's head shot back up. The human had turned her back to him and was running a hand through the glossy green leaves of the nearest mulberry tree. Crowley could practically see the branches stretch out in delight beneath her touch, like a purring cat.

“Volunteers from our congregation take care of them,” the human continued, smiling at the young tree. “The kids here like raising silkworms, you see, and we welcome them to pick leaves from the trees each week to feed them.”

Silkworms. Of course. Despite himself, a hazy memory rose to the forefront of his mind: Sichuan, China, several hundreds of years ago. A family farm, weathered and cozy and oozing enough sheer goodness to make the average demon ill with it. Crowley wouldn't normally be caught dead in such a place, but he had owed a favour to the angel. His fingers twitched at the phantom memory of butter-soft silk fibres against his skin; long, winding threads that stretched out thin and fine, tangling so easily around his uncertain fingers. With this memory came the golden, moon-round face of a child he hadn't thought about in centuries, grinning toothily as they held out a box to him, a box filled with small pale larvae that wriggled among the spade-shaped leaves. “Zhe jiao can.”

Crowley forced himself to return to the present. The human was speaking to him.

“—waiting on Mr. Fell?” she asked.

Crowley blinked. Shook himself a little. “Yeah. He's helping out with the restoration of some old manuscript or other.”

The human smiled again. It was an unnervingly piercing expression. “I'm aware. I was the one who requested his help. Such a lovely man. Are you a friend of his?”

Crowley tensed. “His husband, actually.”

He braced himself, but the human only brightened. “Goodness, then you must be Mr. Crowley! Mr. Fell talks ever so much about you. Finally gone and tied the knot then, have you?”

Before Crowley could stammer out a reply, something dinged loudly, making him jump. The human pulled a phone out from her pocket and squinted at the screen.

“Sorry, I have to run back inside. But it was lovely meeting you, Mr. Crowley.” She stuck out a hand—thankfully not the one that had been holding the Bible—and after a brief hesitation, Crowley shook it. As quickly as she had arrived, the human disappeared from the garden, leaving Crowley alone and off-kilter amid a grove of mulberry trees.

---

Aziraphale emerged from the church around an hour later to find Crowley seated on the curb next to the Bentley, basking in the last rays of the afternoon sun as he scrolled through his phone.

“My dear,” the angel sighed. His joints creaked as he eased himself down to sit next to Crowley on the roadside. “Don't tell me you've been sitting here the entire time.”

“Nope,” Crowley said, popping the ‘p’. “I toured the gardens for a bit. Swiped some fruits, too. The mulberries aren’t half-bad, for a bunch of church plants, but they’ll need a good deal more threatening before they're really up to snuff.”

Crowley stopped when he saw Aziraphale chewing his lip, brow furrowed as he studied Crowley's face. Now it was Crowley's turn to sigh.

“Really, angel. It's fine. I was hardly bored.”

The expression didn't leave Aziraphale's face. A soft brown hand reached out and brushed aside stray wisps of hair from Crowley's forehead. The demon hadn't bothered to cut it since the Apocalypse-that-wasn't, and it was growing longer and more unruly by the day.

“I'm fine.” Crowley caught Aziraphale's hand and held it, carefully. He pressed his lips against the well-manicured fingers. “It was years ago, angel, and we both came out of it all right. You don't need to worry about me.”

Aziraphale still looked vaguely distressed as Crowley drew him close. With the sun setting behind him, framing his face and curly dark hair in a golden halo, he was the most beautiful thing Crowley had ever seen.

He kissed him then, right there on the road, in full sight of the church and probably Someone Else, too, if She happened to be watching at that particular moment. Once, he would've been terrified of such a public display, but he hadn't gone through hellfire and holy water to care anymore about what others thought of them.

As he helped Aziraphale into the Bentley, he noticed abruptly that the angel was carrying what appeared to be a shoebox, of all things, along with his usual camelhair coat.

“What on Earth is that?”

“Oh!” Aziraphale carefully pushed the box over to Crowley. “Mrs. Lao gave it to me once I'd finished with those manuscripts. She said it was a gift for you, actually. Have the two of you met before?”

Crowley stared down at the box, baffled. “We talked for a bit in the gardens just now, but I can’t imagine why…”

He trailed off, and his mouth dropped open as Aziraphale eased open the lid and beheld the contents with a raised eyebrow.

“Good heavens. Are those caterpillars?”

“Silkworms,” Crowley corrected automatically, leaning in for a closer look. There were so many of them, somehow both smaller and larger than he remembered, all white and wiggly and chomping away busily at the layers of mulberry leaves filling their box. None of them paid any attention whatsoever to their occult observers hovering above them.

“Why would she give you such a thing? Not that they aren't dear little creatures,” Aziraphale added hastily, glancing into the box, “but I doubt I have the means to keep them in the bookshop.”

“No need,” Crowley said before he could stop himself. “I can raise 'em in my flat.”

Aziraphale gave him a curious look. “You know how to care for these… insects?”

“Yeah.” Crowley gently shut the lid of the inhabited shoebox and curled a hand around the Bentley's stick-shift. “I've done something like this, before. I know what I'm doing.”

“If you say so.” Suddenly Aziraphale chuckled. At Crowley's affronted look, he demurred, “I'm not making fun, my dear. It's only that you still manage to surprise me, even after all these years.”

Aziraphale leaned in and pecked Crowley's cheek, making him blush red and sputter. Much to his disgruntlement, the Bentley chirped a light-hearted rendition of Haydn's Crazy Little Thing Called Love all the way home.

---

Crowley had spent the past eleven years co-parenting the Antichrist with Aziraphale.² They had faced this challenge head-on, and in his opinion, it hadn’t gone too shabbily. Now, without the threat of the Apocalypse hanging over his head, becoming a surrogate parent was far less daunting the second time around.

[² Even if young Warlock hadn't really been the son of Satan, it was the principle of the thing.]

Still, Crowley worried. He had always been something of a worrier, and that hadn't changed even after the First Day of the Rest of Their Lives.

After dropping off Aziraphale at the bookshop, Crowley returned to his flat, where he commenced the preparations for introducing his unexpected twenty-odd guests to their new home. This was accomplished by miracling up a small glass aquarium onto his desk, lining the bottom with paper towels, and carefully (read: nervously) placing the silkworms one by one into the tank. Once this was done, Crowley scattered the half-eaten mulberry leaves from the box around the aquarium. The silkworms set upon their interrupted lunch with all the enthusiasm of Aziraphale devouring a meringue pie at the Ritz.

Crowley slumped into his chair, took off his sunglasses with a wince, and rested his chin on his desk, staring into the glass tank.

“I raised your ancestors once, you know,” Crowley informed the wriggling creatures. “Tiny farm in China several centuries back. We'd weave branches together into a tray and let you loose inside. Bit like how manmade beehives work, or something.”

Crowley paused. Watched one silkworm slowly inch its way across a stem to tackle a new section of leaf. “‘Course, humans use wire mesh nowadays, but the general premise is the same. Always thought it was bloody clever, what humans could come up with. If you gave me a bunch of moth larvae and told me to make a living out of them, I definitely wouldn't think to make clothes.” He snorted. “Whoever came up with that, I'd like a glass of whatever they were drinking.”

The silkworms munched on. They ate much faster than they crawled, that was certain. In the quiet walls of his flat, away from prying human eyes, Crowley loosened the knot of his silk tie and tugged it off, easing the tightness around his neck.

“You're the ones who made this, in a sense,” he said, waving the tie at them. He laid the tie beside one glass wall of the tank at just the right angle for the inhabitants within to see. Several silkworms looked up curiously.

Crowley tossed his suit jacket aside, then unbuttoned his shirt collar. He had always prided himself on his sharp, modern attire over the years, the better to tempt humans with—or so he claimed. Despite repeated scoldings from his superiors, his Lust quotas had never been quite up to par.

Sufficiently dishevelled, and feeling all the freer for it, Crowley sank back into his chair to watch the silkworms.

“The only thing I didn't like about the process was the boiling,” he murmured. “Logically, I can see why it was done. And you would all be in cocoons, so it's not like you'd be in any pain. Not like I was.” He exhaled, the sound becoming a low hiss. “But still. Never liked it. Always felt like an awful lot of trouble just for the sake of some silk threads.”

One particularly adventurous silkworm had nosed its way upwards and was now creeping over the edge of the tank opening. Crowley made a mental note to devise a lid of some kind and stuck his finger against the lip of the tank. The silkworm crawled onto his hand without any hesitation. Tentatively, he drew it closer. Its many feet stuck stubbornly to his skin, and it reared up as he approached, swaying slightly, its mandibles twitching.

Crowley stared at the silkworm. The silkworm stared back, and seemed disappointed when Crowley had nothing else to offer. Just to prove it wrong, Crowley materialized a single large mulberry leaf in his other hand and presented it to the insect, who fell upon it with gluttonous enthusiasm.

Staring at the miracled leaf, an idea formed in Crowley's mind. He smiled, slowly.

“I need a hobby, now that I'm jobless,” he said aloud to the silkworm, letting it creep onto his palm. He ran a careful finger over its smooth back. “I think I'll take up sericulture again, for old time's sake.” He reached back into the tank and gently encouraged the silkworm to crawl back inside.

“Humans have to boil you alive to get those nice unbroken threads off your cocoons,” Crowley mused, withdrawing his hand. “Fortunately, I don't have to do things the human way.” He lowered himself until he was eye-level with the inhabitants of the tank. The silkworm he had carried paused in its perpetual eating and turned its head, almost like it was looking at him.

“How's this?” Crowley asked. “You'll be able to grow into a fuzzy, fully grown silk-moth, and I can take your cocoon after you've finished with it and miracle the threads whole again.” He paused and mulled it over. “I guess I could take it a step further and just miracle the finished silk together, but there's still something to be said about the human way of doing things.”

The silkworm bobbed the front half of its body as though in agreement. Crowley smiled again.

“We can make silk, and no one gets hurt. I'm a few hundred years out of practice, but I'm sure I could make it work, somehow.”

The silkworm turned its attention back to its meal. Crowley didn't notice. He was too busy wondering if Aziraphale had any old texts on silk-weaving that he could borrow, just so he could refresh his memory.

The angel would appreciate having a new silk bowtie to add to his collection.

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skzss · 4 years

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Meeting

Member: Demon!Bang Chan x gender neutral!reader

Warnings: Eeeh, demons? Not really anything in there though

Genre: Slight thriller, slight horror

Word count: 3269

Description: Who’s that in the shadows? Hunting you quietly?

Author’s notes: Long time no see! Why? Because I’m bad at consistency :) Actually this was supposed to be posted Saturday but oops. Also this isn’t really thriller or horror but I don’t know what a genre is and I’m too afraid to ask. Cross posted from another blog I run :)

You tugged your jacket closer in a poor attempt to protect you from the midnight chill. Why are you out here so late anyways? You hadn’t planned on it at all yet here you were, wandering the empty streets with nothing more than your phone and a couple bucks hastily shoved into your pockets. You kicked a rock and watched it clatter away, the only sound besides your still beating heart.

He watches you with interest. Were you perhaps a runaway? Those were common enough in this hour, though usually they were seeking a place to sleep instead of continuing to wander around. You didn’t seem like a runaway though, at least not by the way you kept checking your phone as if waiting for something or someone.

“Let me g-go, please.” You clutch your phone close to your chest, breathing heavy. Cold sweat breaks out on your skin, chilling you even further. He tsks, sighing.

“Vampire?” You cautiously say, cowering when he chuckles.

“A ghoul.” You know it’s wrong as soon as it comes out, before he even gives you a mockingly disappointed look. He can’t be a ghoul, ghouls don’t speak idiot.

“Demon,” you whisper.

Your brain must be short circuiting. Are you hearing him correctly? “Y-you’re not going to eat me?”

“T-then what was the thing? In your hand and the- the cold?” You shiver, arms coming up to clutch yourself.

You give up trying to understand. “It’s my roommate. We’re having a fight.”

“Aww, that can’t be fun. I could do something about it if you want. Y’know, reward and all that.” He nods his head in the direction you came from.

You shake your head. “It’s okay, I can deal with it. I should probably sell my soul for something a lot better than fixing my stupid little problem.” You laugh weakly, shoulders slumping.

Maybe you should just go home. This is probably some weird fever dream and you just need to chill with maybe a glass or two of wine. Yeah, that sounds like a plan.

“Let me g-go, please.” You clutch your phone close to your chest, breathing heavy. Cold sweat breaks out on your skin, chilling you even further. He tsks, sighing.

“Vampire?” You cautiously say, cowering when he chuckles.

“A ghoul.” You know it’s wrong as soon as it comes out, before he even gives you a mockingly disappointed look. He can’t be a ghoul, ghouls don’t speak idiot.

“Demon,” you whisper.

Your brain must be short circuiting. Are you hearing him correctly? “Y-you’re not going to eat me?”

“T-then what was the thing? In your hand and the- the cold?” You shiver, arms coming up to clutch yourself.

You give up trying to understand. “It’s my roommate. We’re having a fight.”

“Aww, that can’t be fun. I could do something about it if you want. Y’know, reward and all that.” He nods his head in the direction you came from.

You shake your head. “It’s okay, I can deal with it. I should probably sell my soul for something a lot better than fixing my stupid little problem.” You laugh weakly, shoulders slumping.

Maybe you should just go home. This is probably some weird fever dream and you just need to chill with maybe a glass or two of wine. Yeah, that sounds like a plan.

Chan laughs, watching you walk off. Maybe he’ll keep you around after he’s slaughtered most of humanity. Tormenting you slowly seems like it’d be fun...

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