#halos... wings... we'll see what's next

[divorcedwife]

am i not the one you're dreaming of, my angel?

[bitter-me]

Hello,I am have been reading your work for quite sometime :), I really am loving them so far 😭💗 .I saw that your requests were open, so may I be able to ask for Dazai or Fyodor with male reader who are like Sunday from HSR, and could be in a enemies to lovers type relationship :D, the plot can be upto you :>

A Seraphim or..

Osamu Dazai | M. Reader as Sunday [Honkai Star Rail]

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"Who are you..? An Angel.."

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The Charmony Festival.

A once-in-an-era event held in the Country of Festivities, Penacony.

Members of the five great families, which together make up "The Family" on Penacony. As well as staff members of the Reverie, are united in welcoming the world to their home.

The Oak Family.

The Alfalfa Family.

The Bloodhound Family.

The Iris Family.

The Nightingale Family.

All important figures in Penacony.

But one stood out the most...

The man with a halo and wings. [Name].

The leader of the Oak Family. The organizer of the Charmony Festival and a representative of The Family of Penacony. The most important figure amongst them and the one holding the most power.

Who wouldn't be interested in a man like him?

With a charming smile and a soft voice, paired with his unique appearance... he's like an Angel.. no..

A Seraphim.

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The first time he laid eyes on him was at the Golden Hour. The moment he saw the man himself he thought he saw the heavens itself.

A Seraphim.

He thought.

But upon further observation... Dazai soon found a different answer..

His vibe seems a little.. sinister..

His smile barely even reaches his eyes.

His voice is soft and yet his tone is firm.

Either way, [Name] had caught his interest.

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"Your radiant glow illuminates me! Your voice is as soft as an angel! I can't believe that I've met such an angelic being! Please make me the happiest man and kill me with these holy hands of yours."

What.

What did he just said.

What in Harmony's name did he just say?

[Name] can't help but chuckle as he pulls his hand away from Dazai's hold. What was that? A proposal?

"Aha.. you're quite funny, Mr. Dazai.. but I believe you've drank too many SoulGlad." He replied, trying to keep it casual and professional.

This man, this suicidal prick..

He's all talk and flattery. It never fails to get under his skin with how buddy-buddy he is. They're only acquainted and yet this bandaged man acts as if they're old friends. Does he even know who he's speaking to? He's [Name]! Leader of the Oak Family! The very mention of his name could silence a whole room and this man dared do such things to him!

"Now now~ I only drank a few~" Dazai reassured with a smile on his face. "Don't you want to go back home to heaven with me~?"

"I believe you'll be sending me down to the fiery pit instead of going up."

"Ouch! How cruel! Then how about we go to your manor?"

"Don't make me turn you down twice."

This.. man child.. what does his agency even see in him..

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"Oh, Triple-Faced Soul, please sear his tongue and palm with a hot iron, so he will not be able to fabricate lies and make false vows."

"...What have you done?"

"Under the light of the Harmony, all wickedness is revealed. I implore THEM to shed THEIR light, and I'll ask you questions on THEIR behalf. Next... you have 113 seconds to prove your innocence and gain my trust."

"And if I refuse to answer?"

"You can try — and we'll see if the Harmony rejects you."

It had finally led to this.

Both of them had taken off their masks. Revealing the true wickedness underneath. The suicidal maniac and the so-called leader of the Family.

Oh how he hated that man.

Acting like a child who believes he could get away with everything. It's time where [Name] to put his foot down and stand his ground. This entitlement will not go unnoticed by him and with THEIR radiant light.. he will find the truth..

And judge him as the Harmony see fit.

"Question: Do you have an ability?"

"Yes."

"What a simple answer. You, too, understand that idle chatter leads only to poverty."

"Did you neutralize your ability when you entered Penacony?"

"No. My ability nullifies others."

He already figured that out.. which is why he's holding this "trial" with THEM. For the power of the Aeon is far more powerful than any ability in the world. "Does the page of the Book you handed over to The Family belong to the agency?"

Honestly, he never would have thought the Armed Detective Agency would use such an item to bargain their way into Penacony. Something as powerful as the Book. A page of the Book.

It's a given why he allowed them to enter the dreamscape when they bargained such an item.

"Yes."

"Is the Page of the Book in this room right now?"

"Yes."

"Is your memory free from any kind of tampering or deletion, encompassing but not restricted to the techniques of the Garden of Recollection?"

"Yes."

"Are you a former executive from Port Mafia?"

[Name] continues to ruthlessly question him without missing a beat. Dazai furrowed his eyebrows at the question. Something that doesn't make sense. How could [Name] know such things? "Yes. You even know about that?"

"Does your agency and the Port Mafia have any ability to read, tamper with, or manipulate one's own or another's mind?"

"No. Does it matter?"

"Do you love your family more than yourself?"

Okay where is he getting at here... the questions are getting more and more personal. "Yes."

"...Do you hate and wish to destroy this world with your own hands?" [Name]'s expression turned serious as he narrowed his eyes, his perpetual smile seemed to widen slightly. "...I don't know."

"Interesting. Now, the final question..." [Name] breath out, putting his hands behind his back. "Can you swear that at this very moment, the page of the Book is safe and sound in this box?"

Dazai seems to hesitate a little, thinking of a way to get around this. He always has a plan after all. "...Of course."

[Name] hums as his smile turns a little more sincere. "Looks like we can get an answer."

"Open it, Mr. Dazai... It's your last chance to defend your honor."

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"Aren't you happy, Mr. Dazai? You'll finally get your wish in seventeen system hours, the end that you desire so much. Off you go, Mr. Dazai. You are free. I will wait here for your good news."

"Maybe one day.. no.."

"In another universe..."

"I can learn how to love you too.."

[perseephoneee]

kinktober 5 (rebekah mikaelson x f!reader)

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content warnings: oral (f. receiving), blood drinking, slightly inexperienced reader, willa's has yet to have gay sex :(

a/n: happy halloween! life has been tough for me so tonight you get FOUR mikaelson imagines as i'm literally in the process of writing them. all of these are inspired by this post by @moremaybank

The first time you saw Rebekah Mikaelson, you thought she might be lost.

That was the only reasonable explanation for why this tall, blonde, gorgeous girl would possibly be at Mystic Falls High School. She walked into your history class on the first day after winter break, her heels clicking on the tiled ground, and you couldn't take your eyes off her. Not that she ever noticed you, not for a while. Not until several months later when she dropped her bag on your table at the local coffee shop and sat down across from you.

"I'm told that you're the best in Chemistry, and apparently, I'm failing the class," Rebekah sighed, leaning back in the seat. "Perhaps you can give me a hand?"

You stared at her blankly. "I didn't even realize you were in my Chemistry class."

"Yes, I never attend, probably why I'm failing," she shrugged. For someone about to potentially flunk, she was distinctly nonchalant. "So, can you help me or not?"

You closed your laptop, pushing it to the side to look at her. Offhandedly, you wondered what shade of lipgloss she was wearing. "No offense, but you don't seem like the type to care about studying."

"I don't," Rebekah pursed her lips. "But… I don't like being perceived as unintelligent either."

"I… don't think you're unintelligent."

"You hardly know me," Rebekah crossed her arms, leaning forward on the table.

"No, but maybe I'll get to know you."

That's how you entered a tenuous friendship with Rebekah Mikaelson. It wasn't till later that you realized you yearned for more. All the times you'd look at her lips or long to have her laugh at something you said were all indicators that maybe you cared more than you let on. But she was a vampire; you were a stupid human, and nothing would ever happen.

The Saturday before Halloween involved a large party at the Lockwood house. You rarely ever attended events like these, but one of your friends convinced you to go, so you decided to throw caution to the wind and attend. You had thrown together a Red Riding Hood costume, finding a red dress and cloak in your attic that you paired with combat boots. It wasn't anything spectacular, but you felt somewhat cute. Unfortunately, the party ended up being a bust, especially when your friend left almost immediately because her crush showed up. So, instead of dancing like you planned to, you were sitting on a couch nursing a drink you were too nervous to have, watching other people have much more fun than you.

"I'm shocked to see you here." You turned, seeing Rebekah had come to stand right next to the couch. She was dressed in all white, with fuzzy wings and a halo. Her lips quirked in a smile at your admiration.

"I was kinda dragged along," you shrugged.

"Have you danced yet?"

"With who?" you scoffed, tapping your fingers against the cup.

"Now that, we'll have to fix," Rebekah smirked, taking the cup from your hands and setting it aside as she pulled you to your feet. She was taller than you with her heels, and you felt like you were staring into the heavens when you looked at her. She pulled you towards where a group of teenagers were dancing, a Bluetooth speaker acting as a DJ. Rebekah fit in easily, her movements fluid. You were too insecure to do anything but sway slightly. The blonde was having none of that though, and she pulled you closer, hands on your waist. "Just follow me," she whispered in your ear, taking your hand and twirling you. You let her move you, feeling your heart rate skyrocket as she held your waist or wrapped her arms around your neck. It was easy to get lost in Rebekah, the angel sent from Hell.

The lights were so dim that you only saw faces when the LEDs allowed you to. Still, you could make out Rebekah with no issue. You hoped the darkness would hide any hint of nervousness, but you were a fool to think Rebekah didn't know you better. You were basically flush against her at this point, and she cupped your face, brushing her thumb over your cheekbone. You felt your breath hitch in your throat as she smiled, leaning in and kissing you.

You felt your brain short circuit, not remembering how to act like a person until you felt her other hand moving across your hip and lower back, putting feeling back into you. You kissed her back, moaning as she deepened the kiss. You weren't the only couple making out on the dance floor, but Rebekah was the only one that mattered to you. She pulled away, pupils dilated as she brushed her thumb over your lips. "Let's go," she murmured, taking your hand and escorting you away.

You had no idea where she was leading you, but you didn't care. She ushered you into the first open space, one of the many bathrooms, and locked the door behind her. Your heart was doing somersaults as she turned back to face you, beckoning you with a crooked finger. You didn't need any pushing as you surged forward, kissing her again. She held you closer than anyone ever had, and you let your fingers run through her silky hair, softer than you could've imagined. Your fingers brushed over the top part of her dress, desperate to feel the soft skin underneath. Rebekah reached behind, unzipping her dress and kicking it off in one fell swoop. Of course she was wearing pretty white lingerie with it, why wouldn't she. You kissed her collarbone, enjoying the sounds you were pulling out of her.

"Bex," you whispered. "Can I taste you?" you asked hesitantly. She nodded, and you sank to your knees, kissing over the tops of her thighs. She leaned against the door as you pulled her panties down. You hadn't actually done this before, but you were desperate to make her feel like how she made you feel. You licked hesitantly, and when her body trembled under your touch, you continued with more confidence. Your hands held her thighs as you lost yourself in her. When she came, you took every bit of it like it was your last meal. Her fingers tangled in your hair, pulling your head back. "Was that okay?"

"Darling, you were stunning," Rebekah breathed, pulling you to your feet and kissing you with a new intensity. She pushed you against the bathroom counter, pulling your dress over your head. You wished you could've spent more time on your undergarments, but Rebekah didn't care. She thought you were beautiful either way. She kissed over the tops of your breasts, her hand dipping into your panties and rubbing over your clit. You moaned, gripping the counter like your life depended on it as she expertly pulled you closer and closer to your end. She bit your breasts right as she pushed in a finger, the sensations causing you to yelp. She chuckled, licking the blood that beaded up on your chest. You never thought you'd be into blood drinking, but you found yourself aroused. The things you discover when you're with a vampire. "Do you trust me?" Rebekah asked, kissing you on the lips.

"Yes," you sighed with no hesitation. She smirked, kissing you again before going back to your chest. She bit down on the tops of your breasts right as her palm applied pressure to your clit, and she added a second finger. The sensation of her drinking from you and finding every ounce of you that was desperate for her touch was enough to send you over the edge. You cried out her name as you came, and she eased you through it. She licked her fingers clean when you relaxed. Her thumb brushed over the blood on your chest, licking that clean as well.

"Bex?" you asked. "Yes, love?" "Would you be my girlfriend?" She grinned, brushing your hair away from your face. "I thought you'd never ask."

[seraphimstruggles]

ok, this feels like it needs to be the next post on this account before people start getting REALLY confused LOL

so, because i mentioned before that i have furry designs of everyone (even moreso than im planning to showcase here, the others are just gonna have to come w time i think, this shit is scary to admit LMAO) but they might be hard to identify without proper explanation. oh, and cw for nudity, i guess, i had to draw a picture of gabs w/o clothes because i needed a proper reference for his markings/gold stripes.

so we're starting w the blue bitch itself. uhh, let's establish this rq- i have nicknames for everyone. *everyone.* i usually just call it "vee" or "vibri." idk how these accumulated. sometimes, i'll use other pronouns as slang for it, usually being "he" or "she." i don't see it as either male nor female, these are just because i like the sound of these words LOL.

here's what the bastard looks like:

what a beast, huh? well here's some more examples:

as you can see, i get pretty varied w my art and depictions of these guys. the top one is the newest sketch, but the other two are pretty good so i included them anyway :3 ive started making it's wings more frilled/feather-like, but they are still the same material. i just like the way it looks.

the next one we'll be talking about is the evil red thing- again, w the nicknames, we usually just call her "two," and again w the pronoun thing. i like she/her-ing it, though.

here's a quick, thumbnail example:

and a couple more, older examples:

i'm not sure what animal it is!! i think either a bunny or a jerboa. some kind of prey animal, but not exactly meek. rabbits aren't pushovers, if you didn't know, they're very fierce little things. these are all kinda old, seeing as i don't draw her as often as. well.

you guys are gonna have to get used to me calling him nicknames as well, because it's just funny to call a grown man cute nicknames. so. gabby.

he may be hard to initially identify, obviously, but if you're confused, i did plan for that!

i like drawing the armor, but i'm usually drawing more casual situations, and i uh. don't feel like drawing allat. sorry LMAO. plus i like his face markings, i think they're pretty!!

OH and the halo is dynamic. it changes depending on mood, and how he's presenting (w the more "classic" pointy look being more for formal occasions.) i strayed a lot from canon w his design, in that i typically have his face uncovered and put him in pretty dresses, as opposed to the armor. he's fun for me to draw, so it'll be mostly him and vibri that you'll be seeing ;w;

here's some other examples of the big man himself (oh, and the last one, uh, naked jumpscare, its a ref for his patterns/stripes. i give him a lot of those.) (the one w the safe is in reference to a joke me and my friend have going on fffucking roblox, where we steal from people, and generally cause problems, hence the odd outfit for vibri. its the most recent armor reference i have :shinijchair:)

even this pattern ref is a little outdated, because i've started making his tail color-shift as well!! its more of a feather-fan now.

i have designs for a bunch of other characters as well, but i think these three are a good starting place ^^; so yeah, this should help w any amount of confusion anyone has!! also, if this is ur first post seeing me, hi!! i promise im normal LOL

[santaeofficial]

The Twelfth Orb Appears

Orion beckoned Vespera out of the library, leading her to a small workshop in an adjacent building. "Let me show you what else I've been working on. As a resident of the Shadow Veil Pass, I'm sure you'll find this interesting, especially now that the Nether Moon has risen again--"

"Orion, wait!" Vespera cut the Scholar off. She was looking up into the sky over Halo Haven, eyes wide. Something was shining there, standing out against the clouds.

Scholar Orion fell silent, following Vespera's gaze. He squinted into the bright sunlight, then gasped. "Is that...?"

"I think it is!" Vespera exclaimed. "River -- we have to go see for sure!"

With a swirl of draconic magic, River once again grew large enough for Vespera to ride. The duo took off with a mighty flap, bounding up into the skies to investigate the mysterious object.

High above Halo Haven, suspended in midair, they saw it. There was no mistaking it: The final Quenaris Orb was here.

River soared up toward the Orb. Vespera reached out as far as she could without falling off to try and grab it. Closer and closer... they were almost there!

But then, with a mirage-like shimmer, it disappeared! Vespera's hand closed on empty air as River shot past.

"What?" Vespera gasped. River flapped in a tight circle, looking back and forth for the vanished Orb.

"Sorry, Orion!" Vespera called down after a moment. "That was definitely the Orb -- we can't let this opportunity go by! We'll go chase it down. I'll be back as soon as I can!"

Orion waved in farewell as Vespera and River soared off toward the horizon on a quest for a Quenaris Orb one final time.

The duo flew far and wide, eyes on the sky for another glimpse of the mysterious Orb. Vespera had a strong feeling that the Orb was still out there somewhere, traveling the skies just as she was -- but she wasn't sure where it would appear next.

The search consumed the rest of the day. As the sun sunk down toward the horizon, Vespera was napping on River's back as the Raylen soared. But just as the last daylight was fading, a squawk from River caused Vespera to snap awake.

River banked her wings to soar toward a sparkling speck on the horizon. "Did you see something?" Vespera asked, crouching down against River's neck to speed her flight. Then she gasped. It was the Orb! "I see it too! We won't miss it this time!"

Together, the duo sped toward the glittering Orb -- and Vespera snatched it out of the air. They had claimed the final Quenaris Orb at last!

[megabonniex]

Toon XML's Finishing extraction quote: "Woohoo! One down, more to go!" "I did good something!" "I can't wait for rap battle against someone!"

Toon XML's Activating ability quote: "Shoo, shoo! Back away from my friends!" "Better stay away from us!" "Not so fast!"

Toon XML's Descending to the next floor quote: "I'm so happy!" "I want to cheer anyone up!" "We'll never give up!" (If player doing solo as Toon XML, it replaces "We'll" with "I'll")

Toon XML Interacting with Toons:

Astro

Astro: Hey, xml? XML: What is it? Astro: When how you always stay happy at all times..? XML: Well, I had a good dream! Astro: Oh... I see

Boxten

XML: I love your music! Boxten: Thanks..? XML: Maybe you can use your music for rap battle! Boxten: Rap battle? Is that fun? XML: Yup! It's really fun! Boxten: Oh! I can't wait to try it!

Brightney

XML: Hey, brightney! Brightney: Hm? Yes, xml? XML: If you feel down, tell me to bright you up! Brightney: Is that puns..? XML: Yes, it is light puns! Brightney: Ah! Haha! Good one!

Goob

Goob: Hello, xml! XML: Oh, hey there! Goob: I heard you like hugs! Wanna hug? XML: Omg, yes!! I want hug!!

Pebble

XML: GASP! So adorable!! Pebble: Arf arf! XML: Who's good boy? You are good boy!! Pebble: Bworf!!

Razzle & Dazzle

Razzle & Dazzle: Awww! Look at him, he's good angel boy!! (What if he was terrifying..?) XML: Hello, razzle & dazzle! How was your day? If you feel sad, I can try to cheer you two up! Razzle & Dazzle: We're doing great! He's just sad at all times! (I'm always sad...) XML: Oh, I'll try to my best for cheer dazzle up!

Poppy

Poppy: Hey, xml! Are you hungry? XML: Of course, you should go buy something from restaurant! Poppy: Good idea! I know you have favorite food! XML: Oh! What is it..? Poppy: Pepperoni pizza! XML: Holy, you DO remember my favorite food...

Rodger

Rodger: Say, XML... You have a wings... Can you try to fly? XML: Of course, I can! I'm angel! Rodger: Woah, I never seen that... I could add it to research XML: Huh..? Rodger: That's what detective do XML: Woah!

Scraps

XML: I love your tail! Scraps: Oh, thanks! XML: And... Dress is pretty fit for you! Scraps: Wow, I never thought angels being nice to me...

Shrimpo

Shrimpo: XML!! XML: Huh, yeah..? Shrimpo: PUT YOUR STUPID HALO AWAY, IT'S TOO BRIGHT!! XML: Hey..!! It's not stupid! And it's not glowing too! Shrimpo: YOU ARE TOO DUMB TO REALIZE XML: I'm gonna tell her about this!!

Tisha

Tisha: Aww! You are so cute! XML: Hello, tisha! Tisha: Your clothes looks so clean! Same with your wings too! XML: Heh, thanks! I always keep it stay clean to avoid getting dirty! Tisha: Amazing!

Teagan

Teagan: Hey, xml. Wanna have a tea party with me after this? XML: That's sound fun! I'll ask her about this! Teagan: Who..? XML: My girlfriend, girl! Teagan: Oh! That's sound great choice!

Toodles

Toodles: Your wings are pretty cool! XML: Thank you! Toodles: And is your halo are glowing..? XML: Yup! It's for blackout only! Toodles: Wow, you can keep me safe from darkness!

Vee

Vee: I have one question, xml! XML: Yeah, what is it? Vee: What is 9 + 10? XML: uhh... 21? Vee: That's incorrect! Of course, you don't know what math is... XML: What?! I can't understand math! Vee: ...That explains

Girl (1)

Girl: Extracting ichor was relief! XML: I agree! We should go to park for date! Girl: After this? XML: Yup! Girl: Great idea!

Girl (2)

XML: Every toons are really nice! Excepts for shrimpo... Girl: What shrimpo did do to you? XML: He calls me dumb! Girl: That's very rude! I'll better go to see him if he's here!

Girl + Shrimpo (Bonus)

XML: Why is shrimpo here..? Girl: Don't say his name before he gets your-- Shrimpo: XML!!! Girl: ...Attention XML: Huh? Shrimpo: YOU ARE STINK, XML!! XML: That's not very nice... Girl: Do you want to mess with me?

[carbo-ships]

Chapter XXXVII

Beginning: Chapter I Previous: Chapter XXXVI

Aether awoke with a smirk on his lips. His eyes opened to find his angel still asleep in his arms. His angel. Undeniably his angel. Even though he couldn't see the symbol that now adorned her tan skin, he knew it was there underneath her shirt. The very thought of it only made his grin wider. Aether wished he could see it again. He gazed at her adoringly, remaining still so as not to wake her or Papa. They had a show that evening, so they wouldn't be able to lounge about all morning like they'd done the previous day, but he was still determined to enjoy the comfortable silence while he could.

Papa was the second to awaken. It took him a moment to get his bearings and remember why Ardis and Aether were in his bed. He and the ghoul shared a little smile. Ardis looked so peaceful when she slept, all of her worries temporarily far away. Without her halos and wings, she looked just like any other human woman. His poor little angel. Papa pressed a gentle kiss to the back of her neck to stir her from her slumber.

Ardis let out a little murmur as her eyes fluttered open. Aether grinned down at her, enjoying the sight. As soon as her gaze met his, she shied a bit. He chuckled, his voice still thick with sleep. "Hey," he said softly.

"H-Hi," she mumbled, her face feeling warm. She felt Papa give her a little squeeze around her waist to reassure her of his presence.

"Did you sleep alright, principessa?" Aether cooed. He lifted his hand to caress her cheek. She was so cute like this – suddenly so shy and demure again. It reminded him of her first few weeks in his bed.

"Fine, thank you," she responded timidly.

Papa gave her another squeeze. “Do you mind if I check on the mark, dolcezza?”

Nodding, she leaned into Aether so that Papa could lift up the back of her shirt. Aether envied him silently. He wished he could see the mark with his own eyes again. Perhaps he’d request to see it the next time he got her alone. She’d protest, of course, but he was certain he could sway her. Perhaps he could make it seem like the desire came from a sense of concern rather than pride.

Papa’s thumb grazed the symbol gingerly. “No changes since yesterday,” he murmured. It was still that same shade of brown, indistinguishable to the touch from the rest of her back. “I’m sure it’s nothing to worry about, cara.” He pulled her shirt back down and drew her into his arms once again.

"I'm just a little embarrassed about it all," she mumbled, not meeting Aether's gaze.

Aether let out an amused little sigh. "If it's any consolation, I love it."

Shockingly, that didn't seem to make her feel any better. Both men held her a little tighter. "It's okay, principessa," Papa cooed as she whined with embarrassment. He kissed the back of her head. "Go on, get yourself ready for the day. We'll know what it is soon enough." She nodded obediently as the men released her, then she climbed out of bed and disappeared into the ensuite bathroom.

Aether and Papa sat up in bed, grunting slightly as their bodies protested. “Don’t tease her about it,” Papa warned Aether quietly as he rolled the stiffness out of his shoulders.

Aether quirked an eyebrow, looking at him incredulously. “You can't seriously expect me not to.”

Papa tried to remain stern, but a chuckle escaped. “Okay, okay. Just don't overdo it. You know how sensitive she is.”

Aether grinned. “Believe me. I know.”

“I’ve never seen you so prideful!” Papa laughed. His smile softened. “It suits you. It’s hard to believe that all it took was one little angel falling head-over-heels for you!” 

“Look, not all of us have a stadium full of people begging us to fu–” The bathroom door opened, and Aether decided it was best to let that thought remain unfinished. Ardis emerged from the bathroom, her face turning red as soon as she locked eyes with Aether. He smiled even more. How could anyone expect him to behave, knowing what he knew? No, he deserved this – at least for a day or two.

During sound check that afternoon, Ardis was unusually quiet. She kept her distance from Aether but stole frequent shy glances at him. He chuckled whenever he caught her in the act, sending her salacious grins from across the stage. She would quickly avert her gaze and return her focus to whatever she was working on at the time.

These interactions didn’t go unnoticed by the rest of the ghouls. "Is Ardis alright?" Swiss asked Aether quietly when they'd finished tuning their guitars. "She's seemed a little timid since the gig last night."

"Well, I probably shouldn't say," Aether murmured, although a grin was tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"What did you do?" Swiss chuckled, egging him on. He could tell Aether was dying to share – his tail was flicking back and forth excitedly.

Aether smiled even wider. "I didn't do anything."

“Come on, Aether, what’s going on?”

He lowered his voice more. "Yesterday, when Papa and I got called into the girls' dressing room," Aether started.

"Yes, I remember. What was that about? Papa didn't say anything."

"Well, Cumulus found a mark on Ardis's back."

Swiss looked concerned. "A mark?"

"In the shape of the quintessence symbol."

Swiss completely stopped setting up to stare at Aether in surprise. "You're kidding. How did it get there?"

Aether shrugged, a pleased smile on his lips. "Nobody's sure. But we have a theory. The day before, I..." He sighed, suddenly feeling a bit sheepish. "Well, I flirted with Ardis a little too hard, and her wings turned pink."

"I didn't realize they could do that!" Swiss chuckled.

"Neither did she."

"Well, well, well," Swiss said. He was beginning to understand why the two of them had been acting so strange. “And you think that's related to the mark?"

Aether shrugged again, still grinning. "Who knows? That's the only thing we can think of. Papa made a call back to the ministry to have some folks look into things for us, but that's the leading theory."

"That what, Ardis is so into you that her body just produced this mark out of nowhere?"

"Something like that, yeah," Aether chuckled. "I know it sounds weird, but what else could it be?"

Swiss laughed, elbowing Aether playfully. "It's no wonder you've been strutting around like a proud pigeon all morning!"

"Keep this between us, though," Aether requested quietly. "She's a little embarrassed about it."

"Of course, of course,” Swiss cooed, although he didn’t mean it.

When the band returned backstage after sound check, Aether took the first opportunity he found to pull Ardis aside in an empty hallway. She was still having trouble looking him in the eyes. “Avoiding me now, are you?” Aether tutted softly.

She shrunk further into herself. “I… I’m sorry, I…”

“Are you still feeling a bit shy?” He took her chin in his hand and gently tilted it up to finally make her look at him. Those deep purple eyes of his made her feel butterflies in her stomach.

"It’s just… You know I love you," she mumbled. “So much.”

"I know, I know," he cooed, "but you must understand how flattering this is, dove. I can’t help but tease.” He pulled her into a hug, rubbing her back as she hid her face in his broad chest. There was that urge again – slowly building in his chest, daring him to say something he shouldn’t. He couldn’t help himself. Aether brought his lips to her ear, his voice soft and husky. “You just wait until I get you alone after the show.”

Next: Chapter XXXVIII

[daxwritesstories]

College AU Part 16: It's Almost Halloween

Content warning: drug use

Scene 1: It's Almost Halloween

(Scene title by Panic at the Disco)

INT. Cyra & Celia's dorm - Evening

Celia, Cyra, Halo, and Vir are all in the dorm together, helping each other get into their costumes. Cyra is helping Halo put on her angel wings and Vir is helping Celia with her makeup.

Halo is dressed as an angel, Vir is wearing a witch costume, Celia is wearing a mouse costume (which consists of mouse ears, paws, and a cute outfit), and Cyra is dressed as a demon.

VIR: So, who else is carpooling with us?

CYRA: Connor and Devin. And possibly Tony if he doesn't want to drive himself there.

HALO: Who's Devin?

CYRA: Connor's roommate. The guy who tried to hit on all of you at the library.

Vir snickers.

HALO: Oh, right. Did he ever end up calling you?

CYRA: Nope. Had to go right to his dorm to meet him.

CELIA: We gotta go directly to the source.

Cyra points at Celia.

CYRA: To transcend the new world order.

CELIA: That's why they're trying to keep us out of it.

VIR: The fuck are you two saying?

CYRA: It's just from a stupid video. Don't worry about it.

Celia giggles. Cyra finishes rigging Halo's wings and takes a step back so that Halo can test them out.

CYRA: How do they feel?

HALO: I think I'll be able to walk in them. Can't promise that I won't smack anyone in the face though.

CYRA: Well, if people are smart they'll give you space.

There is a knock at the door, distracting all the girls. Cyra rushes over to answer it.

When she opens the door, Connor and Devin are standing there in their costumes. Devin is wearing chaps with just underwear under them, a cowboy hat, and a harness and handkerchief. Connor is also wearing a harness, along with a collar and large dog ears. The costume is complete with black pants and a bushy tail.

Cyra smiles widely when she sees the boys' costumes.

CYRA: Wow! Now this is what I'm talking about!

Devin sighs and shakes his head.

CYRA: Okay, so you're a cowboy.

Cyra points at Devin and he nods.

CYRA: I can tell Connor dressed you.

DEVIN (sarcastically): Hm I wonder what gave that away.

Cyra giggles and points at Connor.

CYRA: And you're... a dog?

CONNOR: I'm a wolf.

CYRA (sarcastically): Ah, my bad. The harness must have thrown me off.

CONNOR: I ain't no pup. I hunt pups.

CYRA: Ooooo! Well, if we're lucky we're gonna see at least one pup tonight.

VIR: Who?

CYRA: This kid named Leon. I may have tried to plant the costume idea in his head. We'll see if it worked.

Cyra gestures to the boys who are still in the hallway.

CYRA: Come on in. We're all dressed.

Connor and Devin come into the room and Vir and Halo woo at them.

DEVIN: Hey, I thought you were a lesbian.

VIR: I can still objectify men.

Cyra laughs and pats Devin on the back.

CELIA: Hey Connor, do wolves hunt mice?

VIR: Wolves will hunt any prey animal no matter how small.

CONNOR: Oooo are you a mouse, Celia?

Celia goes quiet and makes puppy-eyes at Connor.

CYRA: Yes she is. And Celia's always a prey animal even when she doesn't have a costume on.

Connor laughs and bares his teeth, revealing that he's wearing high-quality, glue-on fangs. He quickly runs his finger across them before running to pounce on Celia.

Celia screams and giggles as she's pushed down onto her back on the bed. Vir, who is sitting right next to Celia, leans out of the way and watches the pair.

Connor pretends to bite Celia and she giggles and kicks her legs in excitement.

Cyra checks her phone and holds her hand up, bouncing a little.

CYRA: Okay, is everyone ready to go? The limo's gonna be here in ten minutes.

DEVIN: We're taking a limo there?!

CYRA: Of course! We need to make a grand entrance since it's my party.

DEVIN: You don't think that's a bit much?

CYRA: It won't be the fanciest vehicle there, trust me.

There is another knock at the door. Cyra hops over to it.

When she opens the door, Tony is there. He's wearing a feminine belly dancer outfit.

CYRA: Tony!

Cyra throws herself onto him, wrapping her arms and legs around him. Tony laughs and walks her into the room before setting her down.

Connor climbs off of Celia and walks over to Tony. They bro-hug, roughly patting each other on the back. Connor keeps one arm around Tony's shoulder and turns to address the room. He points at Tony and speaks in a fake British accent.

CONNOR: This is me bruva!

Tony snickers.

HALO: Wait, are you actually brothers?

TONY: We're half-brothers.

CONNOR: We got the same mom. Tony's the reason I moved to America.

CYRA: I hate to interrupt, but is everyone ready? We need to go wait for the limo.

VIR: I'm ready.

CELIA: Me too.

CONNOR: Alright, alright, let's go.

Scene 2: Dead Man's Party

(Scene title by Oingo Boingo)

INT. Bar - Night

Sky, Laura, Celia, and Bella are all sitting at a table together. Sky is wearing a torn schoolgirl costume, complete with a prop knife. Laura is dressed as a fairy and Bella is dressed as a French maid.

Cyra walks up to the table, swaying to the music.

CYRA: Would any of you beautiful ladies like to dance?

The girls at the table all laugh.

LAURA: I'll dance if Sky comes with me!

Laura smiles at Sky, who shies away.

SKY: Ehhh... I haven't even finished my drink yet.

Laura giggles and rubs Sky's back.

LAURA: Okay, I'll wait for you.

CELIA: I'm also not drunk enough yet.

Cyra giggles and holds her hand out towards Bella.

CYRA: Bella?

Bella glances down at Cyra's hand.

BELLA: Mm...

Before Bella can answer, someone shouts Cyra's name.

PRINCE: Yo Cyra!

Cyra turns around and smiles when she sees Prince, Jayce, and Leon walking up to her. Prince is wearing a skeleton bodysuit and face paint, Jayce has bunny ears on his head, and Leon is dressed as a dalmatian.

CYRA: Ayy you made it!

PRINCE: Of course we did. Never miss a Cyra Drake party.

CYRA: Yes! It says that in the bible, actually.

JAYCE: Let's partayyy!

CYRA: Why, hello, little bunny boy.

Jayce pouts and pulls his bunny ears down towards his face.

JAYCE: Don't call me that... This was Prince's idea.

Cyra winks at Prince and the pair high-five each other. Bella suddenly gets out of her seat and walks away without saying a word. Everyone looks at her.

LEON: Is she okay?

Celia stands up.

CELIA: I'll go check on her.

CYRA: Don't worry about it, puppy.

LEON: U-uh–

Prince laughs and pats Leon's head.

PRINCE: Puppy!

Leon blushes and Prince leans closer to Cyra.

PRINCE: Why do I feel like you gave him that costume idea?

Cyra brings a finger to her lips.

CYRA: Shhh!

Cyra and Prince laugh. Once she catches her breath again, Cyra glances past her friends.

We see Ace and Zayn walk into the bar together. Cyra gasps and excitedly brings her hands to her mouth.

PRINCE: What?

Prince, Jayce, and Leon all look in the direction Cyra is looking.

CYRA: I'll be right back.

Cyra hurries over to greet Ace and Zayn.

CYRA: You made it!

ACE: We made it...

ZAYN: Hi Cyra.

CYRA: Hi Zayn. Thanks for coming.

ACE: Where's your costume?

CYRA (sarcastically): Ha ha.

Cyra looks Ace up and down. He's wearing a bloody nurse outfit, complete with thigh-high stockings and a syringe prop. Zayn, on the other hand, is wearing a gladiator costume.

CYRA: You make a sexy nurse.

ACE: Thank you.

CYRA: Is there an aphrodisiac in that syringe?

ACE (flatly): It's heroin.

Cyra laughs, caught off guard by the joke.

CYRA: You're so funny!

Ace tilts his head coyly.

ACE: Am I, now?

Ace's gaze begins to wander as he tries to see who else is at the party. Everything seems fine until he notices Axel and Phoenix standing near the bar in the back. Ace scowls.

ACE: What's he doing here?

Cyra turns around to look in the direction that Ace is looking.

CYRA: Who?

Ace takes a few steps towards Phoenix.

ACE: Excuse me...

Zayn moves to follow Ace, but Ace holds his hand up to stop him.

ACE: Please stay with Cyra, babe.

Zayn stops and takes a step back.

As Ace walks away, Cyra raises an eyebrow at Zayn.

CYRA: "Babe"?

Zayn puts his hands up defensively.

ZAYN: He just started calling me that out of the blue.

Cyra gives Zayn a skeptical look.

Scene 3: The Visitation of the Ghost

(Scene title by The Brobecks)

INT. Bar - Night

We cut to where Axel and Phoenix are. Ace slowly walks up to them.

PHOENIX: Well, if it isn't Ace Diamond!

ACE: Why the fuck are you here?

PHOENIX: Cyra invited me and Axel.

ACE: Cyra invited you?

PHOENIX: Yes! She's very friendly. I had only just met her when she handed me an invitation.

ACE (mumbling): More like "crazy".

Ace leans on the bar next to Phoenix and waves at the bartender. She walks over and waits for his order.

ACE: One beer and a hard lemonade, please.

The bartender nods and starts preparing the drinks. Ace puts his debit card in the machine while he waits.

PHOENIX: Axel says you've been bugging him.

ACE: Axel can speak for himself.

Ace looks past Phoenix, directly at Axel.

AXEL: It doesn't matter. I'm fine.

The bartender hands Ace his drinks and checks the debit machine.

PHOENIX: Hey, we're all friends here. Right? Let's just calm down.

ACE: I don't want to be associated with you.

PHOENIX: Then why are you talking to me?

ACE: I came over here to get drinks, and to tell you not to show your face around here again.

PHOENIX: I'll go wherever I want.

Ace shrugs.

ACE: Fine. Don't blame me if you get jumped.

Ace walks away.

Scene 4: Haunted

(Scene title by Laura Les)

INT. Bar bathroom - Night

Bella is leaning against the wall while Celia talks to her. We can't hear what they are saying, but Bella keeps shaking her head.

Prince walks into the bathroom and looks around. When they spot Bella, they immediately walk over to her.

PRINCE: Can we talk?

BELLA: I don't wanna talk.

PRINCE: I know you don't but we have to talk about this at some point. Aren't you getting tired of avoiding me?

Bella sighs and looks down at the floor.

BELLA: You already apologized to me...

Prince and Celia glance at each other.

CELIA: Just because they apologized to you doesn't mean you're not still mad at them.

PRINCE: Exactly.

BELLA: I'm not mad at you though. It wasn't your fault.

PRINCE: But you're obviously still upset. You almost never talk to me even though we're roommates.

BELLA: Well... I thought I was over it. Actually, I had almost completely stopped thinking about it until I found out that you were my roommate.

PRINCE: And now you're thinking about it all over again.

BELLA: Yeah.

CELIA: It's not good to pretend you're fine when you're not.

PRINCE: Yeah. It's not gonna get any better if you keep denying that you're upset about it.

Bella sighs again.

PRINCE: Look, I know how much it hurts. Cyra did the same thing to me and Jayce.

BELLA: I know, I know. Jayce got his karma...

PRINCE: It wasn't karma. Sometimes people just do bad things. And people who don't deserve to get hurt end up getting hurt in the process.

Bella stares at Prince, unconvinced.

PRINCE: I'm not asking you to get over it. I'm asking you to be honest with me.

BELLA: Okay, fine. I guess I still kind of blame you for what happened. And I'm upset that you and Jayce are still as close as you are. It makes me jealous.

CELIA: There you go.

BELLA: I know that you're still close because you both dated Cyra afterward. So I don't feel like I can be mad at you for that.

CELIA: You don't need permission to be mad.

PRINCE: No, you don't.

BELLA: But I don't wanna be mad at you! I wanna get along with you so that college doesn't suck for the both of us.

PRINCE: I wanna get along with you too.

BELLA: So then, what do we do?

PRINCE: Let's hang out.

BELLA: Like... now?

PRINCE: Sure. Or we could schedule something else that's not a loud party.

Bella smiles.

BELLA: Okay. Let's try that.

PRINCE: Can I hug you?

CELIA: Hug it out! Hug it out!

Bella nods and Prince gently wraps their arms around her.

CELIA: Awwww!

Scene 5: Rave In The Grave

(Scene title by AronChupa)

INT. Bar - Night

It's well into the party and lots of people are dancing. Cyra and Vir are dancing together. Celia, Prince, Leon, Bella, and Devin are all in a circle. Laura and Sky are dancing together too.

We see a closer shot of Cyra and Vir. Cyra has her hands on Vir's hips as the older girl sways them back and forth. Vir stretches her arms up in the air as Cyra lowers herself to the floor, winding her hips all the way down. Once she hits the floor, Cyra bounces a couple of times, sticking her arm out behind her.

Cyra walks her hands back up Vir's body as she slowly stands up again. Vir licks her lips and beckons Cyra with her finger.

Vir slightly bends one of her knees and Cyra steps in close, hovering over her thigh. As if rehearsed (and it probably was), the girls wind their hips in sync, bending their knees.

Without even looking, Vir nods past Cyra.

VIR: Music prof's staring at us.

Cyra glances behind her. We see Roman, dressed as a pirate, sitting at a table by himself. He watches Cyra and Vir. Cyra looks at Vir again.

CYRA: Let him. It's because we look so hot together.

Vir laughs and spins around. She slowly bends forward, pressing her ass against Cyra's hips. Cyra places her hand between Vir's shoulder blades, pretending to push her down.

We cut to Roman at his table. Erik approaches him with his arm around a random girl. Erik is dressed like a demon, similar to Cyra. The girl with him is wearing a sexy clown costume.

ERIK: Hi Roman. I should've known Cyra was going to invite you.

Roman laughs.

ROMAN: She seems to think that we're friends. What's your name, sweetheart?

The clown girl spells out "Misty" in sign language.

ERIK: Misty. She can't speak.

ROMAN: That your real name?

Misty makes a pouty, annoyed face.

ERIK: Don't listen to him.

Misty wraps her arms around Erik's waist.

ERIK: Anyway, I came to ask if you had a plug. I'd ask Cyra but she looks kinda busy.

ROMAN: I can't be giving my students drugs.

Erik sighs.

ERIK: You should probably stop making eyes at my singer. People are starting to notice.

Roman rolls his eyes in annoyance.

ROMAN: Okay fine. I'm not giving you my plug but I can give you some coke.

Roman stands up and Erik looks at Misty. She nods enthusiastically.

Roman leads the way and Erik and Misty follow him.

Scene 6: Voodoo Doll

(Scene title by 5 Seconds of Summer)

INT. Bar - Night

Laura and Connor are dancing together.

CONNOR: I think you might be the best dancer here.

LAURA: I hope so! I'm a dance major.

CONNOR: Well, it shows.

Connor's gaze wanders. He sees Sky standing on the side of the dance floor, watching Laura. Connor nods in her direction.

CONNOR: Are you dating that chick in the schoolgirl costume?

Laura looks in the direction Connor nodded in and notices Sky there. She stops dancing for a moment.

LAURA: Um... I'm not really sure where we stand, to be honest.

Connor stops dancing too.

CONNOR: Why? Did something happen?

LAURA: No. She's just really shy so it's kind of hard to tell if she really likes me or not.

Connor glances around for a moment, thinking.

LAURA: What?

Connor doesn't say anything. Instead, he walks past Laura, in Sky's direction.

LAURA: Hey! Where are you going?

Panicked, Laura hurries after Connor.

Sky looks up when Connor approaches her.

CONNOR: Hey, teacher's pet. I like your costume.

Sky giggles.

SKY: Thanks.

Laura quickly joins the conversation.

LAURA: What are you doing?

CONNOR: I'm just talking to her. What's your name, cutie?

Laura immediately looks jealous.

SKY: Sky.

CONNOR: Pretty name! I'm Connor. I think we met in the library.

Sky nods.

SKY: Yeah. I remember.

CONNOR: Good! I'm glad. So, can I ask you a personal question, Sky?

SKY: Sure.

CONNOR: Laura, here, wants to know how you feel about her.

LAURA: Hey! You don't have to answer that, Sky.

SKY: What do you mean?

CONNOR: She wants to know if you think of her as more than a friend.

LAURA: Okay, that's enough. She gets it.

SKY: Of course I do.

Laura's demeanor completely changes to shock.

LAURA: What? You do?

Connor smiles as he watches the girls talk.

SKY: Well... yeah. I thought it was obvious. I mean, we've slept together...

LAURA: Well, that doesn't necessarily mean–

SKY: Do you not like me like that?

LAURA: No, no! I'm really into you, Sky. I want to be more than friends.

Sky smiles.

SKY: You do? For real?

Laura relaxes a bit and smiles too.

LAURA: For real.

CONNOR: I'm gonna go get another drink. You two have fun.

Connor pats Laura on the shoulder as he walks away. Laura gives him a thankful smile.

Scene 7: The (After) Life of the Party

(Scene title by Fall Out Boy)

INT. Bar - Night

Arabella, Leon, and Rhett are sitting at a table together. Arabella is dressed as a vampire and Rhett is dressed as a demon. His costume is similar to Cyra's.

ARABELLA: So, basically, even if the person gave explicit, written consent and they're still alive and well afterward, it's still considered cannibalism and you can still go to jail. There isn't any law that says cannibalism requires murder or that it requires the victim to be dead.

Leon and Rhett stare blankly at Arabella and then nervously glance at each other.

ARABELLA: What?

LEON: Are you gonna try to eat us?

ARABELLA: No, I'm not a cannibal, I just like to know facts that most people wouldn't know. And besides, it's Halloween. You have to get scared at some point tonight.

Rhett smiles.

RHETT: That sounds like something a cannibal would say.

Arabella smiles back.

ARABELLA: Wanna find out?

Arabella suddenly jerks forward and pretends to bite the air. Leon flinches and Rhett just laughs.

Everyone looks over when Cyra suddenly runs up to their table.

CYRA: Come dance with me, Rhett!

RHETT: I don't dance.

CYRA: Come on! We coordinated our costumes and you won't even dance with me?

RHETT: Go find Erik.

CYRA: He's too busy making out with a clown girl.

ARABELLA: Hot.

Cyra looks at Arabella.

CYRA: Do you wanna dance?

ARABELLA: Nope.

CYRA: What the fuck?

Arabella shrugs.

ARABELLA: You know I have a bad back.

CYRA: What about you, Leon?

LEON: Um... I don't really know how to dance.

CYRA: I'll teach you.

Leon looks apprehensive.

LEON: Eh...

CYRA: Ugh! You guys are boring.

ARABELLA: Cyra, look.

Arabella nods towards a different table and everyone turns their heads to look. Laura and Sky are at the table. Sky is sitting on the edge of it and Laura standing in front of her, making out with her.

CYRA: Well damn.

ARABELLA: Finally.

LEON: Finally?

ARABELLA: They've been flirting with each other since the school year started.

LEON: Ohhh.

ARABELLA: God, I love lesbians.

RHETT: Same.

Leon laughs. Cyra just keeps staring at Sky and Laura.

CONNOR: Hey, Cyra!

Cyra snaps out of her daze and whips her head around as Connor approaches the table.

CONNOR: Whatcha doing?

CYRA: None of these hoes will dance with me.

CONNOR: I'll dance with you, mami.

Cyra smiles and puts on an exaggerated, flirty voice.

CYRA: You will?

Connor smiles back and nods in Laura and Sky's direction.

CONNOR: My dance partner left.

CYRA: Ohhh, I see. Okay, let's go.

Cyra and Connor link arms and walk away.

ARABELLA: Don't get too crazy!

RHETT: Oh, they will.

Arabella laughs.

Scene 8: Dance With The Devil

(Scene title by Breaking Benjamin)

INT. Bar - Night

Ace and Zayn are standing near the dance floor, watching everyone dance.

ZAYN: Having fun?

ACE: Yes. But only because you're here.

Zayn smiles and wraps an arm around Ace. He squeezes him close. Ace nods towards the dance floor.

ACE: What do you think of her?

We cut to a shot of Cyra on the dance floor. She's dancing with Connor, grinding against him. We cut back to Zayn and Ace.

ZAYN: I don't know, I kinda like her.

Ace laughs.

ZAYN: Don't you?

ACE: She's alright, I guess.

ZAYN: She bought you a Benz.

Ace shrugs.

ACE: I never asked her to do that. Honestly I think she gets off on buying me things. Wouldn't be the first time I've met someone like that.

Zayn laughs.

ACE: Also, when I asked if you like her, I meant in a sexual way.

Zayn looks at Cyra again.

ZAYN: Yeah.

ACE: Let's go dance with her then.

ZAYN: You sure?

Ace nods.

ACE: I want cunt tonight.

Zayn snickers and Ace smirks at him. Ace then flips his hair over his shoulder and struts towards the dance floor. Zayn follows him.

When the pair get on the floor, they start casually dancing together, warming up. Cyra immediately starts eyeing them. She looks jealous.

Pleased with her reaction, Ace looks at Zayn and nods in Cyra's direction. Zayn smiles and jogs over to where Cyra is.

Cyra looks confused and surprised when Zayn grabs her wrist, pulling her away from Connor. Connor puts his hands up in a "what" motion. Ignoring him, Zayn leads Cyra over to Ace.

When she's within reach, Ace grabs Cyra's other arm and pulls her so she's right behind him. Cyra catches on right away. She dances against his body, feeling him up with her hands. Zayn does the same, trapping Ace between himself and Cyra.

ZAYN: You two look good together.

Ace giggles and Cyra smiles at Zayn over his shoulder.

ACE: You think so?

Zayn nods. Ace grabs Zayn's hands and slides them past his hips and onto Cyra's, forcing the three of them even closer together.

We cut to Roman walking back into the bar, presumably from a smoke break. Vir and Drew are standing not too far from the door, chatting. We can see Erik and Misty making out against a wall in the background.

DREW: Hey, Roman. Do you know that couple over there?

Drew nods toward the dance floor. Roman stops and looks at the dance floor, not sure who he's referring to.

VIR: The couple with Cyra.

ROMAN: Uh... yeah. Well, I know the guy in the nurse outfit.

Vir's eyes widen.

VIR: That's a guy?

Roman laughs.

ROMAN: Yeah, that's most people's reaction. His name's Ace Diamond. We've known each other for years.

DREW: Thought you said Cyra wasn't going after anyone? They seem, uh, like they know each other pretty well.

ROMAN: Well, last time I saw them together they were fighting. I guess they're not fighting anymore.

Roman raises an eyebrow at Drew and Vir.

ROMAN: Why do you ask?

VIR: She hasn't mentioned either of those guys to us before. Or any of our friends. At least, not that I can remember.

DREW: Yeah...

Roman laughs again.

ROMAN: That's hilarious.

Drew and Vir both look confused.

We cut back to Ace, Cyra, and Zayn. Ace turns around to face Cyra, who seems a little intimidated by how close they are.

ACE: You're coming back to our dorm after this.

Cyra's jaw drops. She smiles excitedly and looks like she's about to say something. Ace quickly cuts her off though.

ACE: Shush. Don't make me change my mind. I like you a lot more when you're not talking.

Cyra shuts her mouth and smiles. She then places both her hands over her mouth, staring up at Ace.

ACE: There you go.

Zayn leans over Ace's shoulder.

ZAYN: What are you two talking about?

Instead of answering, Ace places his hand on Zayn's cheek and pulls him into a kiss. Cyra slides her hands down Ace's body.

[kalliopeeleutherios]

the other side of the mirror

when the mask cracks, and all the work you put into it falls to pretty little porcelain pieces.

when the next one cracks, and the next one and the next one andthenxtoneanxthe -

and they're behind you, looking in the mirror

and they can see what's underneath peeking through, and you can see, reflected in the mirror, their expressions of horror

disgust

anger

anger, because you weren't supposed to be this thing

anger, because they want THEIR friend back

anger because you aren't what they like

and suddenly you're on the otherside

and you see the masks that weren't there before

anger, because they were so much worse than you

and you showed them they didn't have to be that way.

you showed them your wings

your halo

your horns

your everything

and they sheared them all off.

and then they left you, flailing behind the mirror

masks grinning all the while

this is for your own good

maybe one day we'll love you again

[luvrlou]

Get Out Of Your Own Way

Pairing: Matt Press x fem!reader

Warnings: swearing, drug use, underage drinking, Matt is a warning in itself

Summary: Matt Press can never seem to get out of his own way.

A/N: Why is there no Press imagines!

Word Count: 2.1k

If Y/N L/N was asked who she most hated in the entire world, she would answer with Matt Press in a heartbeat. Where to even start with him? Some would say he's a dick others would be straight up and label him a sociopath. Conventionally, he was attractive, tall, had dark hair and always had this mysterious glint in his eye, that's what caused the girl to dislike him even more.

"Halloween, the one night of the year when a girl can dress like a total slut and no other girls can say anything about it," the iconic words of Cady Heron projected from the small tv in Diana's bedroom.

"Di! Is this too much?" Y/N questioned, twirly around the room in a pair of black spandex shorts, a black crop top with purple zip and a witch hat placed messily on her head.

"Some would say not enough babe!" She replied, "put these on," she instructed chucking a pair of black heels towards her friend.

Tonight the two girls were headed to a Halloween party thrown by some kids in the year below, it was in this boy, Brodie's, basement. The pair were invited by a close friend of his called Abby Littman, Y/N didn't know her that well but Diana had known her since she was one year old.

"So what are you being?" Y/N asked the ginger girl sitting on the floor across from her.

"An angel!" She smiled grabbing the wings and halo next to her and placing them on. She stood up and did a spin, "tada!"

"Get your heels on so we can leave," the H/C girl ordered, switching off the tv, "we'll just walk, yeah?"

"Sounds good!" Diana grins, grabbing her friend by the hand and running down her stairs, locking her door behind her and heading in the direction of the party.

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"Mothers lock up your sons!" Y/N yells as the pair enter the party hand in hand.

"Y/N and Di are here!" The other girl finished, receiving a chorus of cheers from the massive amount of teenagers in the basement.

"Di, come get a drink with me!" Y/N shouted over the noise.

The pair slipped through mountains of intoxicated people and poured themselves two cups of vodka, lemonade and blackcurrant juice. They clinked cups and downed their drinks giggling softly to each other before pouring themselves the same again.

"Let us mingle!" Diane croaked in a weird voice causing her friend to burst out laughing, they both parted ways and went to mingle.

"Glad to see you embracing your true self as a witch!" A male's voice boomed, followed by an obnoxious giggle.

"Lovely to see you too Matt," She pulled a tight-lipped smile, "Samantha," she nods towards the other girl.

"Awe, don't be so jealous of our Sam," he taunted, pulling a faux pout.

Y/N rolled her eyes, "I'm not jealous, I just don't like her simple as that."

"Don't need to be so rude!" The girl on the couch complained.

"Shut up Samantha," Press quipped before turning to glare at the girl in front of him.

"I'm away for a drink, bye Matty!" Y/N teased, grinning.

"And I'm joining you!" He added, clearly trying to wind her up.

She groaned and made a break for the kitchen.

"So Y/N, you do realise that you're meant to dress up as something for Halloween?" He laughed as she grabbed a bottle of vodka.

"Matt, you do realise that being a dick doesn't need to be your only personality trait?" The girl spat back, filling up her cup with vodka, and adding almost equal part lemonade.

"Woah, you have enough lemonade for your vodka?" Press asked taking the bottle off of her as she attempted to add even more into her cup.

Y/N smiled, "aren't you so cute caring about me," her smile dropped, "now fuck off and play with your little toy, she's waiting for you!"

He grunted in annoyance before walking off with a beer.

"It's shot o'clock!" Abby's voice rang through the small basement. All of the drunken teenagers gathered around the table tennis table and started to pound on it.

A chant of "Tiny sips, tiny flips!" bounced around the walls of the basement as Abby walked around pouring everyone a shot, Y/N stood oppisite Norah, a girl she knew fairly well.

When it came to her and Norah's turn Norah sent Y/N a quick smile before they both grabbed their shots and downed them, they tried to flip their cups, both messing up and sending the cups flying.

"Better luck next time sweet cheeks!" Press cackled his arm hooked around Samantha. Y/N sent the boy a middle finger, causing Diana to burst out laughing from behind her.

"Holy shit Di! You scared me!" Y/N drunkenly chuckled, embracing her friend. The pair walking off, "let's get more shots."

"You know how glad I am to have picked you to be friends with!" Diana commented, stumbling over to the kitchen, Y/N on her arm.

The girls grabbed a bottle of tequila rose and two shot glasses, pouring shots and linking arms, downing them.

"I could drink this all day!" Diana dreamily exclaimed.

"We can!" Y/N cheered, taking the bottle by the neck and pouring some of it down her throat.

Diana snatched the bottle drinking it wistfully slipping to the floor, Y/N joining her. Despite the partygoers coming and going from the kitchen, no one really paid much attention to the two girls tanning the bottle of creamy alcohol.

"Shit it's done," Y/N whined, sliding herself to lie down on the cold floor.

"Oh my, what have I walked in on?" The dreaded man said as he entered the kitchen.

"Oh Matty, be a doll and pass me down one of the vodkas," the intoxicated version of Y/N slurred.

"Absolutely not, get up!" He commanded reaching for Diana's hand, who gratefully took it and stumbled to a stool. Press then went to grab Y/N and haul her to her feet.

"Don't touch me, Matt Press!" She screamed.

"Come on Y/N, work with me, " he muttered, watching the girl submit and grab onto him. "There you go," he softly whispered as she reached her feet.

Matt turned to leave and Y/N went to sit next to Diana, "I wish he wasn't such a cunt," she stated, making Diana whip he head around.

"Y/N! Oh my god!" She screamed, and then they smelt it, the weed-infused aroma of a bong, "I think I know what time it is, do you know what time it is?"

"Bong time baby!" Y/N yelled, grabbing Diana's arm and stumbling towards the couch, "pass the bong sophomore!"

Y/N lit the end of it inhaling a big draw and passing it to Diana, Y/N reached over to Press and blew the cloud of smoke straight into his face, "oh you want to play that game huh?" He smirked, clutching her by the hips and pulling her onto the couch. "Hand it over Diana!"

Press took the bong and inhaled, grabbing Y/N's draw roughly and connecting their lips, the smoke travelled into her mouth. "Press! You animal!" Jordan shouted.

Y/N watched grinning as Samantha ran off into a bathroom, she stood up snatching the bong of the raven-haired boy, "Is there any weed that's not in here, I want a joint," she announced.

Abby sprinted off and came back with a small baggy filled with weed and a box of rolling paper, you took them out the girl's hands and kissed her forehead, "you're a gem."

The girl grinned and chucked herself onto the couch, on top of Brodie. Y/N stumbled towards the table to roll two joints, one for her, one for Diana.

"Come get one Di!" She shouted, the skidding and crashing indicated that the girl had arrived.

She picked one up and inspected it, "I love when you roll them!" Y/N tossed the lighter at her which she caught surprisingly well. Y/N placed hers between her lips and waited for her friend to light it.

The pair walked over to the people on the couch, the two girls mentally deciding to through themselves on Abby, the party had noticeably gone quiet, as the time had hit around half one. The only people who were left were the group of nine huddled around the couch.

"You know how much I love you, Abby, you're so cute and pretty," Y/N mumbled, cuddling into the girl she hadn't properly talked to since about five minutes ago.

"You two are definitely drunk!" Abby laughed, pushing both Y/N and Diana off of her onto the space next to her.

"We're not drunk we're just appreciating life!" Diana shouted, taking another long draw of her joint.

"While you guys appreciate life, me and Norah are away to have sex!" Jordan slipped into the conversation, causing everyone to groan.

"Shut up Jordan!" Norah reddened, pulling him away and up the stairs.

Everyone sat and talked for a while, despite never really hanging out with the group Diana and Y/N were fitting right in, laughing like they were old friends who hadn't seen each other for ten years. Diana had especially warmed up to Brodie who she was now all over in the corner of the basement.

"Perhaps we should take this to my room, what do you say Diana?" Brodie suggested to the ethereal-looking girl on his lap who was layering his neck with the red lipstick she had swiped on only an hour or so prior.

"I say that sounds great!" She beamed, grabbing the boy's hand and leading him up the stairs as silently as they could.

"I'm heading, I refuse to hear two couples going at it." Abby groaned kissing Y/N on the head before she leaves, waving a small goodbye at Ginny, who was cuddled into Hunter's side pretty much comatose.

"I better get Ginny home, sorry guys." Hunter pitifully smiled.

"No please don't leave me here with Matt!" Y/N pleaded making him burst out laughing.

"I'm not that bad babe!" He answered, giving her a side-eye. Hunter sent you yet another apologetic look, assisting a stumbling Ginny up the stairs.

"I need another drink," Y/N declared, standing up from her spot on the couch. She could sense him following her to the kitchen, which bothered her a ton but she was too interested in getting some more fiery liquid down her, instead of pouring something she just grabbed a bottle of vodka, slugged some down and trudged back to the couch.

"Stop hiding that you like me, it's honestly pathetic." A voice spoke behind her.

She whipped round, and finally he had well and truly pissed her off. "Oh my god, will you ever get out of your own way?"

"What's your deal, why are you being such a bitch to me lately, do I mean nothing to you," Matt shouted taking a step closer to the girl.

"Well fucking done Matt! You finally get it!" She yelled back at him. "You aren't as stupid as you give yourself credit for."

Matt laughed, "look at yourself Y/N, you're a mess, just admit it the only way you are happy with yourself is when you're drinking or smoking your dumb fucking joints!"

"What's that supposed to mean?" She questioned getting even closer, making him step back into the table.

"I stopped being close to you and now you cry by yourself in school and act like you don't give a flying fuck about anyone! Other than Diana? Tell me that isn't true." He demanded looking the girl up and down.

"You don't know the first thing about me Press." She spat, prodding his chest with her dainty finger. "I mean you can't even go by your first name and you call me pathetic, that's funny!"

He only grunted in response, shoving the drunken shell of a girl out of the way, this only annoyed her even more.

"Matt for the love of god, just let me hate you." She whispered.

He huffed, "I don't want you to hate me Y/N but we'll never have whatever it was we even had again."

"God Matt! Stop!" Her distraught voice begged, his complexion softened a bit before advancing towards her, "Matt, don't speak."

Y/N pondered her decision, looking at the tall body who is towering over her, in one swift movement she pulled the boy closer, her hands wrapping around the back of his neck.

Matt's warm breath fanned over her face, "are you going to kiss me or what?" He smirked.

"Shut it." Y/N reached up and placed her lips against his, him instantly wrapping an arm around her waist, his other falling firmly on the side of her neck, he started to walk her so his back hit the cold table.

"Jump," Matt grunted, breaking the kiss, his arms came down to the back of her thighs, lifting her onto the table. She wrapped his legs around his waist, letting him kiss down her neck.

[mllebabushkat]

☀️ Warrior Nun S2E5 🌙

holy shit yeah this one's wild

"[she had] her sisters" the INFINITE FONDNESS in that look between avatrice at that moment 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

"tell jilian her son is here" MICHAEL?????????????????

insert beyonce meme

yo he sounds sorta cultish what's up with this reya miguel

camilla darling 🥺

she reallly has been through it all these few months, having to grow up alone too fast

loving her arc tho can't wait to see more !!

yayyy more bea + cam <333

bea giving her her all the affirmation and recognition she deserves, and in return,

cam putting into words and validating what bea has been so afraid to admit

GIRL UR IN DENIAL

did i mention i love their dynamic

oh i missed bea in her ocs habit!

oh wow now it's bea's turn to go 😍 at her flying gf 'best friend'

"i trust you. you know i do. we'll beat him." *CLUTCHES HEART*

ava is ROCKING her hairstyle this season ugh 👌

aaaaa mother superion + yasmine what a cute duooo

"never apologise for your gifts, just use them wisely" <3

me, recognising the conference room set: that's the thing! from the trailer!! superion boutta kick asS

insert pointing leo dicaprio meme

oh i love superion's actress, such Presence

kudos to her for recognising cult speak from a mile away 👍

william always talked too much for a bg character to be on the good side ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

soooo. Catholic Murder Hotel.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAA all the old men waving their tiny knives IM DYING

like copious bloodshed aside IM CACKLING LMAO

obligatory 'poor yasmine bby' honey ur doing great

SUPERION MONTAGE

fave moment: superion screwdrivers her handle straight down into that guy's skull and uses him as a shield

this really is Her Episode

quality fight scene as expected *kisses to the crew*

WAIT i just realised

yasmine doxxed herself and her secret sect to adriel's followers uhhhh-

oh ocs reinforcements!

psa: exposure to bring camilla's brilliant smile will blind you 🤩

brief detour

im gonna need an obligatory 'lilith wtf' to go along with 'fuck off adriel' and 'vincent el bastardo'

speaking of which, is he having second thoughts?

so yeah, lilith wtf

did she just...., orgasm out a pair of demon wings? like fine the eyebag scales make sense but i'm so fucking confused hahahahahaha

and disgusted

don't make out with the creepy beardo

sheesh

oK back to the RESCUE MISSION

"fuck shit fuck" yeah me too girl-

;KJ;LKADSJF;JASHDG;JAS;DFA NOOOOOOOO AVA

not at beatrice being so used to mortality she went straight to that inspiration-from-the-brink-of-death spiel 💀💀

CLOSE CALL

halo said u ain't dying here in this shitty alley

"easy, easy" ava no my palpitations haven't eased off just yet

the Patented Avatrice ✨Face Cradling✨

the way ava Nestles into bea's neck 😍😍😍

aaaaaaaaaaaaa they are so TENDER

"they can't beat us bea. not together." *CLUTCHES HEART AGAIN*

ANYWAY

hoo boy what's next

[santaeofficial]

More Mystery At Ascendants Shrine

Vespera and River approached Halo Haven from above. River tilted her wings into a gentle, spiraling descent that landed the duo directly at Skybound Outlook, where the shrine was waiting.

"Orion!" Vespera called out as she leapt down from River's back. The Raylen returned to her normal size as the dragon magic fizzled out. "This last trip was a big success. I have five more orbs to show you! Two from the Berry Trees -- and then the three that will fit into the pedestals you wrote to me about."

Scholar Orion was standing near the inscriptions at Ascendants Shrine, contemplating the mysterious symbols. He moved to join Vespera at the pillars as the adventurer approached. "Very good!" He said warmly. "That's nearly all of them."

Together, Vespera and Orion gently placed each collected Quenaris Orb onto their corresponding glowing pillars. The sense of magical energy around Ascendants Shrine was growing -- the air almost seemed to hum with power as more and more Orbs were put into their rightful places.

Vespera and Orion surveyed their work so far. Eight pillars had Orbs, four more were still empty -- and two of the empty pillars were glowing!

"Ah! Let's have a look." Orion walked over to the newly glowing pillars to inspect it for clues, but after a quick examination, his eyebrows drew together in a worried frown.

"What is it?" Vespera asked, coming over to see for herself.

"The inscription on these pillars are worn with age," said Orion. "It looks like not all of the pedestals have stood the test of time equally. They're definitely glowing, but I can't make out what the markings are..."

Vespera peered closer. "Me neither. Hmm," she hummed thoughtfully.

"Well," Vespera continued after a moment, "because the pillars are glowing, we know the next two Quenaris Orbs must be out there somewhere. Mysteries haven't stopped us before -- we'll just have to search far and wide!"

[aqueeraphale]

All right Ghost and Pals fans I've got a Honey I'm Home theory:

The moth represents Norman's mother, and the song as a whole is a metaphor for being abused by religion.

Let me explain:

[This post contains discussion of religion/cults, abuse, insects, and human torture/experimentation]

Ghost said straight up that there's five new OCs in Honey I'm Home right? Exactly five. It's emphasized a lot.

[Image ID: a screenshot from the description of Ghost's upload of Honey I'm Home that reads: "y'all get FIVE - not one, not two, not three, not four, not six, not forty-seven, but FIVE new ocs of mine so there's that". End ID]

That's *incredibly* specific, but it checks out. Mostly. Visually, there's five characters: Norman, their father the mantis, the moth, weird Redead god, Charon the spider, and the angel(s) we see a flash of in the outro instrumental. There's a sixth character mentioned in passing, though: Norman's mother. "The abandonment of scenery in the mind of mother," yeah? But that's such a minor reference, you're probably thinking. It's symbolic parallelism to the mentions of father in the first verse.

That's entirely possible, but with how deep Ghost's songs run I think it's more than that.

We can obviously say that Norman's mother isn't Norman, Norman's father, God, or Charon (seeing as Ghost confirms in the description that it's meant to be pronounced like the guy on the River Styx). Originally, I assumed that the disturbed angel we see in the end of the video was Mother, because of the parallel between the two "abandonment of scenery" lines (conflating Mother with the rearview mirror, ie the past). It would make sense, given the implied abusive situation Norman was in with his father, that his mother had passed, leaving him with no recourse or protection. The fact that the parallel to the rearview mirror is the **mind** of mother, though, is what throws a wrench in that.

On my first dozen or so watches I thought the moth was a corrupted symbol of Lucifer (the lightbringer as a creature that chases light regardless of consequence), like I read Charon as a corrupted symbol of Judas (instead of subtle and regretful betrayal with a kiss on the cheek, direct and presumably unrepentant sabotage with a kiss on the mouth). It makes sense with how a lot of interpretations of sympathetic Lucifer read: saying the exact same things as God, but demanding that right to be equal instead of paternalistic. Then I took a closer look at the visual symbolism:

[Image ID: a screenshot of Honey I'm Home's pv: a moth entrapped in a spider's web. It's quoted as saying "So, come to me, we can change night into day." End ID]

Lo and behold, spiderwebs. I actually can't believe I missed that on my first few watches--from the moment we meet the moth, it's entangled in webs, as if it's trapped in the influence of Charon, our dear God-allied spider. Its exact words are echoed by God in the next verse, where he has the moth trapped. With how we see Charon and God allied, this paints the moth in a new light--it doesn't have agency, or at least not total agency. It is, at least in part, parroting what God has taught it.

The thing is, a spider doesn't force webs on you. You walk into them and get tangled. Moths chase lights, like God's solar-eclipse halo. In just the same way, people chase security and safety as a survival method, and scores of people turn to religion when they need spiritual security.

This is where Norman and his family come in. Picture this: you're stuck in a tense, harmful relationship, with someone who has the audacity to tell your child that the world "isn't for them," who feels the need to cut off your rapport to them (the umbilical cord is a link between child and mother, after all). When you look for help, there the church is, and you inch a little closer to the light, and a little closer--

And then you're ensnared, so much so the horrors of your memories are little more than scenery in your rearview mirror. It's wonderful enough you repeat your doctrine to everyone who listens, even if you don't fully analyze what it all means. It helped you after all, so why can't it help others?

There's even visual confirmation that the moth is an intrinsic part of Norman:

[Image IDs: three seperate screenshots of Honey I'm Home's PV. One shows Norman normally, one shows Norman with his chest sliced open for vivisection, and one shows Norman in a different outfit with scars from where he was cut open. All three images feature prominent patterns of concentric circles of moth wings. End ID]

We see Norman prominently surrounded by moth wings, even after he's been vivisected and transformed. Nearly everything what visually significant about Norman changes: he's gained a halo, lost his bandages and any scars that were underneath, is showing way more skin, and has black scleras and no glasses. His posture is even inverted--in each shot he's lifting a different hand, and the early Norman is confident or vindictive while the second is meek or remorseful. And yet, the moth wings remain. They're in *identical* places in the two shots that have Norman at the center of the frame. The moth is a part of Norman, even after God's scooped him out.

Also worth noting is that Norman's transformation makes him more visually similar not to the angels, but to God himself.

[Image ID: God as he appears in the Honey I'm Home pv. He is a gaunt figure with an eerie grin and dark circles instead of eyes. Black lines run down his cheeks like tears, and he wears loose, flowing robes that expose one shoulder. End ID]

[Image ID: the angel from the Honey I'm Home pv. They have the same dark eyes and tear lines as God and Norman post-transformation, but they instead wear a tight turtleneck. End ID]

Everyone allied with God, and Norman after his transformation--they all have the same eyes, with black scleras. Everyone except Charon has tear tracks. But Norman dresses like God more than anyone else-- his outfit appears to be made of the same material, and also exposes skin.

One last note before I tie this all together: vivisection is an INCREDIBLY loaded word. Scientifically, it's the act of making a v-shaped cut through a living organism's torso to view its innards--think a dissection on something living or a highly invasive biopsy. But just Google the word, and the connotation becomes immediately apparent: vivisection, as a term, is chiefly used in biomedical trials on animals...or to refer to illegal organ harvesting and medical torture in humans. The word is specifically used when referring to several different kinds of unethical human experimentation, which I'm not going to go into because I would rather not be triggered this late at night. Needless to say, Norman is straight up not having a good time with whatever's been done to him, even if you ignore the shot of post-vivisection Norman looking something awful.

So what does this all mean? Literally, we see the tale of a boy running from an abusive home life into the arms of a God and a spider who transform him for their own purposes against his will. Metaphorically, it's how many religious organizations and cults treat the disenfranchised. They lure victims in with promises of safety and light that are impossible or too good to be true. But if a person is desperate enough for help, they can be made to believe anything--that your abusive father can be knocked aside with enough prayer, that your God can turn night into day. A normal church gives you shelter and lets you out at your leisure. An abusive church or a cult blackmails you into staying, by threatening your eternal soul, or your possessions, or by giving you the kiss of death from a poisonous spider named after the man who ferries you to Hades. So, if you're trapped, you stay, and cave to more and more demands, until you're hollowed out and made into the image of what they want you to be. And many people extracting themselves from this kind of abuse report gaslighting--that they were convinced by their spiritual leader that the world was against them, and that the only place it's safe to be is in the fold, away from the world and from retaliation by the people who say they love you. It's just that much easier to be drawn in if you're following in your family's footsteps.

I can't wait for the next song in this series, solely because of the angel we see at the end. They're clearly aware enough to be disturbed by what they're seeing--there's a good chance we'll see the other side of the coin, of how terrifying God and Charon can be.

But when it comes down to it, everything Norman does makes perfect sense. He looks for sanctuary, and he finds it. From his point of view, it probably didn't seem like that big of a sacrifice just to have somewhere he could call home. A twisted home it may be, but it's a home.

[letthetidescarryyou]

"You got new ribbons."

Ahdea startles, wings flaring in a flash of a threat display before settling. "You scared me."

"Isn't it supposed to be the other way around? Demons scared of angels?" Vesis smiles, hand on his hip.

"Sure, with everyone else," Ahdea scoffs, waving him off with a flick of her hand. "Not with you."

He rolls his eyes, tufted tail flicking as he sits down beside the angel. Raising his arms in a quick stretch, he glances down at Ahdea's arms. "Gold, huh? Tired of the red?"

Ahdea fidgets with her wrists. "The old shade was clashing with my halo. I didn't like it."

"Maybe you should try blue. So we can match," Vesis jokes, nudging her with his wing.

She giggles, sweet like the laugh of an old friend. "As if. You know how everyone would react."

"What, they'd think you look fabulous and stunning, like always?" Vesis smiles, ears flicking.

Ahdea pushes him away. "I'm not going to wear the colours of hellfire, Vesis. Besides, you know I like warm colours more anyways."

"Yeah, you do have a point. Maybe I should try gold instead." Vesis adjusts the hems of his socks. Something about the navy blue felt missing. "I could embroider little stars."

She raises an eyebrow. "You? Embroidering? Yeah, right."

"I can learn!" Vesis protests. "I have all the time in the world, literally! I'm immortal."

Ahdea laughs.

It soon grows quiet.

"You know you can't be here. I don't even know how you got through the guards," Ahdea says softly, rubbing her shoulder with one of her arms.

"A magician never reveals his secrets," Vesis jokes, leaning back against the white marble. He doesn't make eye contact.

"I'm serious, Vesis." All traces of humour are lost in Ahdea's voice. "They spared you the first time. I'm not sure they'll do it again."

He slumps a little, bringing his knees closer to himself. His tail curls around his ankles. "I just miss you."

Ahdea leans against him, bumping her wing into his. "I know. We'll find time, I promise. I won't leave you alone."

Vesis returns the bump, relishing in the touch. He smiles, flicking the tuft of his tail against Ahdea's legs. "You're so clingy."

"Says the one who literally snuck into Heaven to hang out with me."

"Oh shush," Vesis laughs, getting to his feet. He pauses to help Ahdea up. "I'm only here for the architecture. I need inspiration for my next thousand-year project."

"And yet we only meet in the places with the most boring architecture out of the entirety of Heaven," Ahdea teases, flicking him on the shoulder.

The silence is lighter this time.

"I'll be back soon, with even sneakier moves. You won't even see me coming until I'm sitting right by ya." Vesis promises, smiling widely.

"Good luck with that," Ahdea grins, gently pressing her forehead against his. He returns the gesture, squeezing her hand.

"See ya later, angel-gator!" Vesis calls as he heads back down the direction he first appeared from.

"I still hate it when you call me that!" Ahdea returns, but he's already gone.

She looks down at her arms, smiling. Shaking out her wings, she steps out into the sun. She leaps up, soaring through the sky.

And what follows her, twirling and twisting like sunrays behind her?

Her new ribbons.

[icenicemice]

Aquatapus AU part twelve, AU by me and @ankit-why

"Umm, guys?", Nikki said. Everybody looked at her and gasped. Her hair was in a braid and she was wearing a long white dress, a gold halo above her head, and she had sprouted white wings. She looked uncomfortable. "Oh no...", Jasper said. "What's happening to her?", Max asked. Jasper sighed. "Nikki has been dead long enough to visit the afterlife, this is what angels wear, and since she is supposed to be there and not here, she is turning into her true form.". Nikki sighed. "Why did it have to be a dress!", she whined. Then she realized something and beamed. She jumped up and flew around. "NEVERMIND!", she yelled. Max sighed. "This is too much for me, let's just get this over with before she gets another supernatural ability.", he said. Jasper laughed. "Okay, now lets...". Max stared at him. "You don't have a plan, do you?". Jasper sighed. "No, I was counting on the bat working completely, but I don't think that's gonna happen.". Nikki ran into a tree and fell to the floor. She smiled. "I'm okay!".

Max sighed. "Just fix her...", he said. Jasper nodded. "Right, let's see...", he muttered. He thought a moment then snapped his non-existent fingers. "I got it! Wait no...". Be continued to think then sighed. "I have no idea.". Max sighed. "You have got to be kidding me.", he said. Gwen looked at him. "Actually, it's getting dark. Maybe we should try tomorrow?". Max glared at her, then looked at Jasper. "There won't be a tomorrow, thanks for trying Jasper but we'll handle the rest by ourselves.". Jasper sighed and nodded. "Okay, see you folks!". And with that he disappeared into the trees. Max sighed. Nikki flew down to him and smiled. "THIS IS SO COOL!", she said then looked confused. "Wait how'd I die again?".

Nikki flew around and smiled. They had made it to the shore of Camp Campbell, Max had just got done explaining to Nikki how she died. Nikki flew to Max and hugged him. Her touch made Max feel warm and cold at the same time. She smiled. "I missed you!", she said. Max blushed and patted her back. "Missed you too.". Nikki looked up at Max's face. "I know you've been crying.". Max blushed even harder. Nikki laughed. "WHAT THE HECK IS THAT?", a voice yelled.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN COMING SOON! I KNOW THINGS ARE GETTING A BIT WILD BUT I STILL HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS AU AND ARE EXCITED FOR WHATS GONNA HAPPEN NEXT. AU BY ME AND @ankit-why! THANKS FOR READING AND STAY TUNED!

[gray-wolfe-writing]

Sins Of The Past. SPN CASTIEL X OC.

WARNING!! This fic contains strong adult themes such as alcohol, nicotine use, and strong sexual themes in some parts. This is also an AU.

Chapter 2.

It's 1985, and a six year old Remiel is seen playing in the backyard of her childhood home with her younger twin sister; Azazel. Both girls had been born with similar marks, but they were in different places. Remiel's mark was black Angel wings and a broken Halo, whereas Azazel's was reddish wings, a broken Halo, and a mask with painted on smiley face.

"Remi, Azzy, lunch!" Their mother called out, flicking her ginger hair into a ponytail. "Coming momma!" Both girls responded before running to their mother; 29 year old Rowena Anne-Marie Richardson. "Go wash up, then join me and your father in the living room. I'll have your plates waiting darlings." She said, and both girls run off towards the bathroom.

After washing up, Remiel and Azazel run into the living room with their mother and father.

"What were you two up to out there? You were in the bathroom forever." Their father; 32 year old Alex Ashton-Dakota Richardson, said to them. "The boy down the street threw mud onto Azazel's dress, so I tackled him and poured dirt water all over him." Remiel said, brushing her jeans off before sitting next to her mother.

And within a matter of seconds, it all goes to pure hell.

"Remiel, take your sister and go!" Alex yells, but Remiel shakes her head. "I-I don't want to, papa..!" She whimpers. "I wanna h-help you save momma.." She says. "Bunny, please. Momma needs me, and Azzy needs you. Your the older one of both of you, she needs your support." Alex says, knowing very well this would be the last time he looked his daughter in the eye.

She still hesitates though. "Please, Bunny. You've always been papa's favorite, but right now papa needs you to keep little Azzy safe for me, make sure the bad people don't get her." Alex soothes, and she nods. "Okay papa.." She said, and Alex pecked her forehead before nudging her in the direction of the stairs.

Remiel ran up the stairs as fast as her Jean clad legs would carry her. "Azazel!" She yelled. "In here!" Azazel yelled from a barricaded room. There's a small enough space for Remiel to squeeze between to be able to get into the room, and she doesn't waste a second trying to save her sibling. "Azzy, come on! I can only hold this for so long!" Remiel yelps, trying her best to make sure her sister could escape.

"Gotcha!!" The black eyed man yelled, snatching Azazel into his arms. "Remi!!" She yelped, trying to wiggle out of his arms. He brings a knife to her throat. "Please don't!!" Remiel yells, tears threatening to roll down her cheeks. The man smirks, but before she's able to watch him do anything more to Azazel, Remiel is picked up and taken away by John Winchester, who hands her off to his wife Mary. "Take her and go, I'll see if I can get the other one." John says before running back upstairs.

Mary runs outside, the wind having picked up in the last hour and a half making Remiel shiver and bury her face into Mary's neck. "Its okay, dear. We'll take care of you now." Mary whispered before she began the walk back to the Winchester house, rain beginning to roll in.

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Remiel is brought out of her trance as a demon tackles her, they fall through the old floor boards of the motel, landing in the basement. Remiel punches the demon before flicking a demon blade into her grasp, stabbing the demon and throwing its vessel off of her.

She stands and begins trying to find her way out of the locked basement. "Come on.. Don't make me have to pray.." She muttered, walking around the basement more than she should have to, to know she needed to pray to Castiel to get out since she had left her phone in the Impala.

"Fuck it.." She muttered before holstering her demon blade and wiping her hands. She sat on her knees, folded her hands and bowed her head. "Castiel, I need your help. I'm stuck in the basement and the door is locked." She whispered, not looking up until she heard the flutter of wings. She braces herself before looking up, seeing Castiel in all his glory.

"You called?" He asked, helping her off her hands and knees. "Yeah, basement door is locked and I don't feel like catapulting myself through the rotting wood of the ground." Remiel says, and Castiel nods before placing his hand in hers. "Close your eyes." He said, a warning he always told her even though she was used to traveling by means of his wings now. "Yessir." She replies teasingly, before doing as she's told and closing her eyes, the last thing she sees being Castiel's wings fluttering beautifully.

Once back with Dean and Sam, Castiel quickly lets go of her hand and they both rush into battle, assisting the boys.

"Remi!!" Dean shouts as a demon sneaks up on Remiel, nearly stabbing her with a broken pipe. Instead, she headbutts the demon she had been fighting previously, before whirling around and stabbing the demon with the pipe and then stabbing the previous demon, killing both of them quickly. She looks over her shoulder, only to see Castiel be slammed into a wall. She cringed slightly as his wings seemed to take most of the damage, but he shook it off and killed the demons coming against him.

"Alright, I think that's it." Remiel commented, sheathing her blade.