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How about a Valentine's Day surprise for Host when he comes home to find a trail of roses leading to the kitchen and then eventually to the bed where Night is waiting for him ❤️

Ended up putting this into the Demon Hunter!AU cause I couldn’t resist XD

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Host softly chuckled to himself as he could feel Mad looking at the clock over and over again to check the time, to see if their day was over. He was certain he hadn’t gotten any work done in the past hour, with how all he heard was the pen clicking and nothing more. 

Valentine’s Day was tomorrow, and it sounded like Mare might have arranged plans for tonight as well since Mad tended to be one of the last people to leave Headquarters. It took a lot to get him to want to leave early. 

“I’m going to call it a day, Madrick.” Host said as he stood, stretching with a bit of an exaggerated grunt and rubbing his back to help make it more clear this was his idea, so Mad didn’t second-guess himself. Mad perked up and didn’t even bother trying to hide his excitement. 

“I’ll help you lock up.” Mad scrambled to his feet and took off, getting Host to chuckle at his enthusiasm. It was sweet seeing how happy he’d been with Mare in his life, and Host had to admit, he found himself becoming eager to get to Night. 

With Mad’s extra speed, the two of them got everything set for overnight faster than they had in a long time. Host swore Mad was practically skipping out of the building and heard him laughing as he locked the door. 

“Bye, Host~” Mare’s voice sang behind Host, and Mad’s laughs got softer and softer, meaning they had left while Host pocketed the keys. 

Host couldn’t help his smile as he turned and started making his way home. He was a bit surprised that Night didn’t arrive during his walk; the man had a habit of doing so. It was almost as if he could sense when Host was done for the day, despite him not always being consistent with his timing. Host had gotten used to his solo strolls home, but had also gotten used to having Night by his side. Even if they didn’t talk, just having him there had become a routine comfort. 

“Night? Moonflower? Are you here?” Host called out as he opened his door; it being unlocked was his clue that he wasn’t alone. “Night?” He called again as he slipped off his jacket and removed his shoes. Host wondered if maybe Night was out. Perhaps he had some business to attend to. That thought changed when he stepped on something, and he finally noticed there was a different scent in the air. 

Rose.

Host bent over and picked up what he had stepped on, finding that it was a petal, and he hummed in confusion as he rubbed his fingers against it. He took another step and felt what he assumed was another petal under his foot. And then another. And another. There was a placed trail of rose petals, and Host followed each one, taking time to crouch and gather every one of them. 

“My owl, you were just supposed to follow the roses, not collect them.” Night’s tease greeted Host when he ended up walking into his bedroom. 

“Why wouldn’t I want to make sure I got every part of my Valentine’s gift?” Host said with a bit of a smirk. 

“You catch on very quickly.” Night went to Host and gave him a quick kiss.

“The room smells of chocolate. It gave the surprise away.” Host commented with a soft chuckle.

“I can return them.” Night playfully 'threatened'.

“Don’t you dare.” 

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My Lover's In Sunlight

"You foolish Angel.. I never thought of you as my enemy" .

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. Crowley twists and twirls, whirling around in the empty bookshop. Where were all the books?! All the memories they'd carefully crafted there, stored them there hidden amongst the novels as prized possessions. Little memories they both savored, titled and written by fake authors and shelved in the 'Restricted' section. The demon wrung his hands at his sides as he speed walked through the empty shelves that surrounded him. He felt his tears welling up in his tear ducts, knowing the impending pain wouldn't match the pain he already felt from knowing his Angel had taken their belongings with him up to that damned golden-gated community. He felt his anger rumble under his skin, powder black feathers itch beneath his skin, he quietly began to mumble to himself the coping mechanism Aziraphale had taught him centuries ago. "one.... two..... three..." A deep, trembling breath as he felt the energy around him pulse and fizzle. "....Five- FIve.... Six..." powder black feathers begin to split delicate pale skin, erupting like a beautiful metamorphosis.

Crowley tosses his head back, fiery red hair taking form of Medusa's snakes momentarily as he roared his last sequence. "NINE- TEN" Tears stream down his temples, stinging and steaming with their painful exit. He puffs and sobs, falling to his knees. his head dropped forward, facing the ground as he lets his painful tears drop to it, watching them dampen the rug Crowley had made absolutely sure to bring back from Lithuania for Aziraphale. "damn it, Angel" he gasps softly, leaning down in a low bow to press trembling lips against the rug in a chaste kiss. "I never saw you as my enemy" His admittance felt as though he was flying a white flag. Sweet, sweet surrender to his fully human emotions towards the angel. He laid there, curled up on his side, staring up at the ceiling that he'd spent hundreds- nay, thousands of hours on, mapping out those constellations Aziraphale had memorized and kept hundreds of books on, just so he may describe them to the serpent eyes who couldn't observe them.

Crowley traced the painted-on constellations with admiration, recalling every breath, laugh, smile, minimal argument the two had had during their creation. He sighs softly, pupils tracing them over and over. "My Lover's in Sunlight" The demon whispers softly to himself in the night. A bright, blinding light greeted him, and the serpent-eyed demon squirmed to get away from it. Until creamy off-white feathers began to pull him closer, tickling and drawing Crowley in. Crowley felt no choice other than to obey and come in closer to the comforting embrace. That's when the familiar, cream-colored curly haired Angel revealed himself to Crowley and pulled his demon close. "Oh, Crowley, I've been waiting millennia to hear you call me that gorgeous poetry." Crowley felt his powdery wings get enveloped, and his pain melted away, each scar left from yearning tears, faded away with the healing acceptance of his Angel. "You couldn't have given me any hints?" Aziraphale's laugh felt like home as he replied to his demon. "I thought the nearly two thousand hours we spent painting the constellations together was hint enough"

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Updated Intro!

I’m Cyrus- I use he/they pronouns and I am 21! My page will be MDNI due to the fact that I write more on the mature side of things!

Fandoms I’m currently writing or taking comms for: (this will be updated monthly <3)

JSE/Markiplier/NWTB Egos

Hannibal (NBC)

Arcane (Tv Show)

Hunger Games

Criminal Minds

Bones

Polar (2019)

Death Stranding

BG3 pairings

Good Omens (2019)

More to come! Beginning comms are starting at $5 for every 3000 words. I will not write any age play, scat play, or anything that makes myself uncomfortable! Fluff is always a go! Smut will come with a warning at the top! Thank you all!

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Katniss's Narration vs Haymitch's Narration

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apparently dnp CAN make jokes about fucking each other, they just have to be followed by "amiright brother 🤜🤛" which is um. i don't know how to feel about that.

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Haymitch was your normal small-town teen while Katniss was the local stray cat that sometimes dropped dead birds on your porch.

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16 year old Haymitch while Snow was tweaking out about the 2 month situationship he had with a Covey girl like 40 years ago:

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inner monologues of the hunger games characters: coriolanus snow: deranged insecure manipulative sociopath with every attachment issue ever haymitch abernathy: dork who happens to be charismatic and tends to switch between smart and stupid constantly katniss everdeen: autistic

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Two parts in SotR I haven't seen talked about enough that had me screaming.

1. Haymitch basically having booty shorts that said "courtesy of the Capitol" on the ass

2. Haymitch being like, "Lenore Dove's closeted gay uncle Clerk Carmine doesn't approve of me dating her even though I'm an ALLY who supports HIS relationship."

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Everyone's giving Beetee shit for using the same plan twice, but nobody is giving Snow nearly enough shit for letting Beetee near an arena again and not having a plan for the exact thing he tried last time.

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i love how suzanne just gives us a little treat by mentioning the katniss plant every book. like here u go. ik u miss our girl. she's fine. enjoy lowercase katniss

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Haymitch when Clerk Carmine still doesn't like him even though he's an ally:

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"Haymitch raises geese" OH YOU MEAN THE GEESE YOU GOT HIM AFTER HE TOLD YOU ALL HIS LONG LOST LOVE. THE GEESE YOU PROBABLY COULDN'T STOP THINKING ABOUT FOR DAYS SO YOU HAD TO GO GET SOME FOR HIM AND HAVE PEETA MAKE AN INCUBATOR? THOSE GEESE???

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@sanjarka

Haymitch immediately loving Katniss.

Katniss being his sweetheart.

Katniss and Peeta being the ones that save Haymitch