#; don't you ever tame your demons but always keep them on a leash ( about. )

[lesbicosmos]

six of crows is so incredibly hozier coded and to prove it ive assigned each character/couple a song and given a specific section of the lyrics

(i feel entirely normal about this i swear)

the books in general are 100% eat your young

There's money to be made, whatever's still to come Get some Pull up the ladder when the flood comes Throw enough rope until the legs have swung Seven new ways that you can eat your young Come and get some Skinning the children for a war drum Putting food on the table selling bombs and guns It's quicker and easier to eat your young

kaz brekker - arsonist's lullabye

When I was 16, my senses fooled me Thought gasoline was on my clothes I knew that something would always rule me I knew the scent was mine alone All you have is your fire And the place you need to reach Don't you ever tame your demons But always keep 'em on a leash

inej ghafa - would that i

With the war of the fire My heart moves to its feet Like the ashes of ash I saw eyes in the heat Feel it soft and as pure as snow Fell in love with the fire long ago With each love I could lose I was never the same Watch it still live in roofs Be consumed by the flame I was fixed on your hand of gold Lay in waste of my lovin' long ago

jesper fahey - someone new

There's an art to life's distractions To somehow escape the burning weight, the art of scraping through Some like to imagine The dark caress of someone else, I guess any thrill will do Would things be easier if there was a right way? Honey, there is no right way

wylan van eck - through me (the flood)

Any time I've struggled on Against the course Out on my own Every time I'd burn through the world, I'd see That the world, it burns through me

nina zenik - angel of small death and the codeine scene

Feeling more human and hooked on her flesh, I Lay my heart down with the rest at her feet Fresh from the fields, all fetor and fertile It's bloody and raw, but I swear it is sweet With her sweetened breath, and her tongue so mean She's the angel of small death and the codeine scene

(this is so nina post-parem)

matthias helvar - foreigner's god

Her eyes look sharp and steady Into the empty parts of me But still my heart is heavy With the hate of some other man's beliefs

kaz/inej - work song

When my time comes around Lay me gently in the cold dark earth No grave can hold my body down I'll crawl home to her

(this is just so i would come for you and if i couldn't walk i'd crawl to you i cannot)

matthias/nina - in a week

A thousand teeth And yours among them, I know Our hungers appeased Our heartbeats becoming slow We lay here for years or for hours Thrown here or found To freeze or to thaw So long we become the flowers Two corpses we were

(they're also incredibly work song coded, it was a struggle choosing between helnik and kanej for that one)

wylan/jesper - like real people do

So I will not ask you Why you were creeping In some sad way I already know I will not ask you where you came from I will not ask and neither should you Honey just put your sweet lips on my lips We should just kiss like real people do

[inuhalfdemon]

No One Can Know...(15/?)

Word Count: 2,135 Words

Rating = Explicit (SMUT)

Chapter 15

"Don't you ever tame your demons

But always keep em' on a leash..."

- Hozier

Curiosity got the best of Alastor and days later he and Lucifer were naked together again, in his room. Lucifer theorized that if Alastor wanted to chase his subspace; find out what brought it on and explore its depths - it might benefit them to re-visit what they were doing in the place they had been doing it in.  

All of this…exploration…they were considering doing together - of course - was very out of character for Alastor. He might have waged internal battles with himself heavily over it if not for Lucifer…Lucifer assured him that whatever Alastor discovered in these sessions; it didn’t have to be something that contributed directly to his identity.

“I mean, don’t get me wrong.” Lucifer had explained. “Many people do like that part of it. They like being the dominant or the submissive and that’s something that they stick to but…it doesn’t have to be one way or the other. I doubt you’ll find enough interest in it for me to delve deeper into all of the terminology and whatnot that’s associated with it but, what I’m really trying to get at is this: do what feels good to you and don’t worry about what anyone else might think or like to call it. Just – don’t worry about that part of it.”

Just like before, Lucifer sat at the edge of the bed and Alastor knelt on the floor, facing him. It felt different – somehow more awkward – with the planning that was involved with this whole scenario now.

Alastor placed a clawed hand to each of Lucifer’s thighs and paused, hesitating.

This just feels so strange… His ears leant back, wondering if this ever really was something worth pursuing to begin with.

Seeing Alastor’s sudden reservation – anticipating it – Lucifer asked him, “Would you mind…very much if I suggested we try something?”    

It was a risk. Alastor very easily could be feeling too overwhelmed with what they were already trying to do here and adding something to the mix could make him balk from it further…or, it might just occupy his mind enough that he could push past it. 

Lucifer adjusted form and his long devil’s tail slid beside him.

“Give me your hands.” He instructed, holding his own out; palms up.

Alastor placed his hands in his and Lucifer slowly and purposefully folded Alastor’s together; his tail coiling and wrapping itself firmly around Alastor’s wrists.

Something in Alastor rebelled against this minor restraint and his body tensed; ears standing straight.

Lucifer immediately loosened his tail; but didn’t take it away.

“I can remove it.” Lucifer told him – waiting for him to decide.

“No, I’m-“ Alastor breathed, releasing his tension. “I’m good. I just wasn’t ready for it.”

Lucifer’s tail moved, winding itself so that it added more coils to Alastor’s bound hands without ever tightening the hold.

“Aren’t we supposed to have a ‘safe word’ or something if we’re going to be doing this?” Alastor asked, trying to distract himself as he relaxed his arms and let his hands hang limply bound in front of him.

Lucifer smiled. “If you’d like one, certainly. I promise you won’t ever need one with me, though. I’m very good at reading body language. I am curious to know though, what you might choose.” The tip of Lucifer’s tail was moving: rubbing gentle, soothing circles into Alastor’s arm.

“I really don’t have any grand ideas…” Alastor admitted, he could feel himself adjusting to the feeling of Lucifer’s tail wound around his wrists and he was incredibly thankful that Lucifer had chosen it and not a chain or a rope for their first time with them trying all of this.

“Does the word ‘Jambalaya’ make you feel safe?” Lucifer teased him,

“Oh, fuck you.”

“Hm…that is the idea, isn’t it…” Lucifer’s voice lowered. “Now, Alastor…come here –“ Lucifer’s tail pulled back; pulling Alastor’s bound hands and encouraging him closer. “- and show me that you can.”

Lucifer leant over and Alastor rose up on his knees to meet him.

Gripping him by his hair; Lucifer pulled Alastor’s mouth to his and kissed him roughly.

Alastor felt an unforeseen effect of his restriction – though it was meant to be minor – rather quickly. He had been so focused and concerned with how the binding of his hands would restrict his movements, that he hadn’t properly considered that he also wouldn’t be able to touch Lucifer with his hands. Lucifer was emphasizing this to him presently by raking his own hands, fingers and claws through Alastor’s hair; scratching pleasantly at both bases of his antlers and fondling with his ears.

Gasping; Alastor broke away from Lucifer’s mouth as he processed all that he was feeling. Lucifer readily took the opportunity and quickly busied himself with nipping and sucking at Alastor’s jawline and neck. 

Alastor’s body was somehow already responding to the feeling of being touched differently now that he was unable to touch; the pleasurable sensations feeling like they were striking him now ten-fold. Blood pooled deep in his belly and he felt his arousal quickly building. Alastor shifted; not quite testing the restraint of Lucifer’s tail but straining against it – feeling an incredible aching need to touch Lucifer with his bound hands. Lucifer responded by very subtly tightening his tail, and Alastor groaned at the feeling of restraint and frustration.

Lucifer pulled his face away from Alastor’s neck, shifting himself on the bed, and Alastor saw that Lucifer was very clearly hard now. Lucifer caught him considering the erection. Gripping Alastor’s antlers - their bases growing thicker and points stretching and widening in long and stretching branches – he tilted and pushed Alastor’s head down; widening the space between his own legs and lifting his pelvis.

Alastor’s mouth readily slid over the lifted cock and Lucifer moaned at the wet heat.

Suddenly, Alastor felt that slipping, sinking feeling again…that sub space. Lost in a building euphoric haze, he bobbed his head against Lucifer’s length; feeling the tip pushing and scraping against his hard palate and sliding toward the back of his throat.

Lucifer stiffened with a delicious tension; seeing that Alastor had slipped below the surface. Loosening his tail, he released Alastor’s wrists; the coils sliding away from the demon’s hands.

Alastor immediately took advantage of his freedom; wrapping his arms around Lucifer’s legs and pulling him roughly to him – claws digging into the skin; his mouth still clenched to the devil’s swelling shaft.

Lucifer’s tail snaked downward and finding Alastor; it slid itself over the sinner’s throbbing and seeping length. Lucifer flicked and teased at Alastor’s tip with it, sliding loose coils over the length and softly stroking. Alastor shifted himself with a deep and needy groan,  giving Lucifer better access to him. The coils looped and tightened around Alastor’s sex, resting with a hooked point pressed against Alastor’s balls. Gripping and holding Alastor in that way…his tail began moving; slowly sliding up and down - stimulating him.     

With Alastor’s groans building against Lucifer’s own length, he leant back and his hips jutted sharply forward. Gasping, he tried to reign himself back but then Alastor pressed himself further down – taking more of his length into his mouth and throat; Lucifer’s tip pressing into soft wet tissue. Lucifer bucked involuntarily and Alastor gagged and choked against him.

“FUCKING, FUCK! AL! That’s deep!” Lucifer bucked again when Alastor slid himself up only to come right back down.  

Alastor’s tail was frantically wagging.

Lucifer’s back arched and Alastor started growling appreciatively, sending humming vibrations to Lucifer that sent him into a frenzy of involuntary thrusts. Alastor’s claws dug deeper into his skin and Lucifer’s tail loosened as he tried to focus on restraining himself just enough to not completely wreck Alastor’s throat with his jutting. Lucifer’s tail began to slip away. Releasing one leg, Alastor reached for himself. He was incredibly hard now and desperate for relief. Gripping himself, his hand wrapped tightly around – clenching Lucifer’s tail in his fist as he began to pump himself in earnest.

Fuck! That hurts! Lucifer clenched his teeth, but the pain quickly became lost to pleasure. His hips bucked into Alastor’s mouth and the demon met his jut; somehow sliding himself so that Lucifer’s entire length was jammed inside. If Alastor could take that, Lucifer could deal with a crimp in his tail…     

Alastor was on the brink of it; and Lucifer’s tail tightened underneath his hand when Lucifer gave one last and final thrust; Alastor dipped his head down – firmly bit into the hard muscle - swallowing his prize as he simultaneously came with the King; cum slipping between his fingers and oozing onto Lucifer’s tail.

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It didn’t take much coaxing for Lucifer to get Alastor into the bed with him; wrapped in covers and each other as the post-coital chemicals settled in their systems. Lucifer was familiar enough with sub space to know that: no matter the intensity of a session, aftercare was essential; and though this scenario had all been rather tame for him - the effect it had on Alastor might be very, very different. 

It pleased him incredibly to find that Alastor was much more cuddly afterward. Lucifer had lain down; lifting the covers so that Alastor might slide in beside him, but the sinner had surprised him. Alastor, instead, had crawled underneath the covers with him, pulling Lucifer closer to him by the waist so that he might lay himself across his stomach, resting his head comfortably on the angel’s chest.

A soft radio static hummed from Alastor once he settled and Lucifer couldn’t help the smile that touched his face at the sound.

Shifting his position just enough so that he had room to do it; Lucifer spread his wings – stretching the feathered limbs out briefly before folding them close and encasing him and Alastor in a gentle embrace.

“How was that? You feeling ok?” Lucifer asked Alastor.

Waking up from their post-sex nap, they had moved themselves into Alastor’s shower; Alastor was presently drenching himself under a burning hot jet of water while Lucifer hung back, wanting to adjust himself to the heat.

“Hm…yes.” Alastor croaked. “Very much ok.” His smile twitched. “I’m feeling quite wonderful actually, almost like I’ve been drinking.”

“You’re still coming down from the high, then.” Lucifer noted, stepping under the hot water with him now, his skin turning a vibrant red under the spraying jet. “We’ll finish up here and then we should eat; get you some tea for that throat, you fucking masochist.”

Alastor chuckled; the effort costing him a bout of coughing. Lucifer absently flicked his tail; feeling the reciprocating bruising he had sustained to the small vertebrae.

Lucifer was glad that Alastor seemingly wasn’t reading too much into his attentiveness. Lucifer had had his share of sub drops and didn’t wish the experience on anyone…better to avoid it happening to Alastor, if he could.

“Well, we’re doing something right.” Lucifer told him, reaching for Alastor’s shampoo. Grabbing the base of an antler; he pulled Alastor’s head down to him so that he might begin lathering the soap into the deer demon’s hair and fur. Alastor hummed, enjoying the special attention he was receiving.

I’ve never seen him so relaxed and so…clearly happy. His tail is even flicking about like it’s on parade.

“Did you dislike the restraint?” Lucifer asked him, claws working the lather gently into Alastor’s scalp.   

“Surprisingly…” Alastor gulped, clearing his throat. “No, I didn’t. At least, not once I…adjusted.”

“It might have helped…it generally helps me get into that…mindset.” Tilting him by the antler, Lucifer moved Alastor’s head into the water to rinse the lather from his fur. Once he was rinsed; Alastor shook himself, bringing his head back down to Lucifer so that he might start on the conditioner.

“Lucky, that you tend to be so touch-averse after…this isn’t something we should be doing all of the time. It gets…addicting; chasing that high. I kind of went over-board with it myself when I first discovered it.” 

“Hm…I could see why.” Alastor allowed, grinning like a happy idiot while Lucifer continued to work at his hair.

“Jesus, you are gorked.”

Alastor hummed his agreement.

“We should have enough to go off of now, though…we know where to start when we try again, if-“ Lucifer paused, finishing with the conditioner and letting Alastor go so that he could rinse himself again. “If you’re interested in pursuing more with it, of course. We really don’t have to.”

 Alastor shook himself again, turning to Lucifer and taking him softly by the face with one hand; claws swiping gently against wet skin. “I think I might like to pursue anything more when it comes to you, Luci.” Leaning in, he kissed the angel softly upon the lips, saying softly: “I think I might like that very much.”  

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Chapter 16

[lunarw0rks]

TF 141 as Hozier songs

A/N: I love hozier so much. genuinely listen to his songs for inspo while writing quite often. here's some of the sounds that remind me of the 141 boys. I seen others doing this w/ their fav artists/songs, so here's my version. Warning(s): nsfw + sfw, established relationship, trauma mention, fluff/smut/angst, basically. // Word Count: 1.5k

☆ MAIN MASTERLIST ☆ 141 MASTERLIST ☆ ASK BOX

『 PRICE 』

As It Was: And tell me if somehow Some of it remained How long would you wait for me? How long I've been away The shape that I'm in now You're shaping the doorway Make your good love known to me Just tell me about your day

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ A relationship with Price is anything but triumphant. His lovers spend more time waiting for him than with him, yet you've stuck around long enough to savor every waiting moment.

The putter of your heart and foot against the floor as you wait for that door to open. Finally greeted with the rugged man after several months, in various battered states every time.

But there aren't powerful conversations paired with physical leaps of joy; all he wants is someone to wait for him. To love him, despite the state he's in when he comes home. It's the little things.

Eat Your Young: I'm starvin', darlin', let me put my lips to somethin' Let me wrap my teeth around the world Start carvin', darlin', I want to smell the dinner cookin' I want to feel the edges start to burn Honey, I want to race you to the table If you hesitate, the gettin' is gone

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ All of Price's restraint is out the window once he comes home to you; finding you in your natural stated. Relaxed and waiting for him to arrive.

Forget the filling meal — his hunger is much deeper than any entrée on the stove.

It's become a game of sorts, the race to the finish with every step. To peel your dressings, to fumble through his with haste, to wrap his lips around your warm body and feast.

Movement: When you move I can recall something that's gone from me When you move Honey, I'm put in awe of something so flawed and free So move me, baby Shake like the bough of a willow tree You do it naturally

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Nothing is more natural to him than his love and need to observe. All your flaws, all your frustrations, every little bit of you in his sights — they're savored.

Whether it be your quirks, your qualms for the day, or the way you've come undone from his famished hands.

There's nothing more cherished, either a mundane act or a carnal one. They matter most to him.

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅

『 SIMON 』

To Be Alone: Honey, when you kill the lights and kiss my eyes I feel like a person for a moment of my life You don't know what hell you put me through To have someone kiss the skin that crawls from you

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ He had to get used to being loved, being touched by another person who didn't want to make him bleed.

The sensations of being human, being present rather than lost in his void of memories — it's foreign.

You've made him feel resuscitated as if the blood finally pumped through his veins once again. Now, he's forced to cope with being a person again, plunged headfirst into the agonizing act of loving another soul unconditionally.

Arsonist's Lullabye: When I was a child I'd sit for hours Staring into open flame Something in it had a power Could barely tear my eyes away // Don't you ever Tame your demon But always keep 'em on a leash

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Spent hours in his childhood disassociating, finding mindless ways to pass his miserable time. Especially as an adolescent, any time away from home was desirable, even if it meant being troublesome.

The military was his only escape, yet the phantoms of his past never left him.

Simon wasn't sure he wanted them to, either. They're such a vibrant portion of his whole being, and he despises it. But he keeps them around to be the soldier he needs to be.

In The Woods Somewhere: I raised myself My legs were weak I prayed my mind be good to me An awful noise filled the air I heard a scream in the woods somewhere

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Simon's flashbacks were always vivid and as agonizing as the moment in time he endured them. The worst of them all, the most suffocating — the day he was buried alive.

Every ounce of his strength to get out of that box, his muscles burning and exhausted.

The screams he's heard haunt him; civilians, hostiles, his family that had been slaughtered. They taunt his ears as if he's suffocating alone all over again.

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅

『 SOAP 』

Work Song: When my time comes around Lay me gently in the cold dark earth No grave can hold my body down I'll crawl home to her

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ When Soap is with someone he's whipped.

That's what makes leaving you so hard, especially when there's no guarantee he'll be home by the end of the run. His letters, his tags, and the cherished memories might be all you have left.

But even in death, he's with you; no matter how hard the journey it will be when that inevitable day comes.

Dinner & Diatribes: Honey I laugh when it sinks in A pillar I am of pride Scarcely can speak for my thinking What you'd do to me tonight

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ He's an arrogant lover, oozing pride and vigor with every move he makes on you. Oh, how he loves to have you at his mercy — but how he loves being at yours.

Keep him in the dark, surprise him; let mounds of restraint double the reward, and he's yours. Wrapped around your finger and ravenous for the coquetting you indulge in together — and more.

Moments Silence (Common Tongue): Who views the deed as power's creed, as pure authority This moment's silence when my baby puts the mouth on me // Like a heathen clung to the homily Let the reason come on the common tongue of your loving me So summon on the pearl rosary Let the reason come on the common tongue of your loving me

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ His carnal need for you is never satiated, it's ever-lasting and as ferocious as his mouth. Soap's wicked tongue, either occupied on you or tight against the roof of his mouth when he clenches his jaw.

There's no act lovesome enough, not in comparison to your wicked tongue devouring him in all ways.

Whether spouting back and clashing with his pride or silencing him with lascivious ecstasy in the most biblical form — it's your choice.

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『 GAZ 』

NFWMB: 'Cause the rest of you, the best of you Honey, belongs to me // Nothing fucks with my baby Nothing can get a look in on my baby // If I was born a blackthorn tree I'd wanna be felled by you, held by you Fuel the pyre of your enemies

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ If there's one sure trait of Gaz, it's covetousness. However, only where you're concerned. Though you aren't a possession, nor a warm body to be claimed, and never viewed as one — you're his.

It better be clear, too, and not from your side. It's his job to keep the envious eyes and acquisitive palms far from you.

There's no doubt in his mind that you're devoted, either. It's the sick world around him he lacks trust with — stemming from the depravity he's witness to each day.

Talk: Imagine being loved by me I won't deny I've got in my mind now All the thing I would do // How I'm imaginin' you I'd be the last shred of truth In the lost myth of true love I'd be the sweet feeling of release

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ His hands; calloused and ever-useful to you. The scars that litter them are a patent voucher of all they've been through — all they've done to keep the world clean.

Through his walls, and the subconscious armor that he uses as his protection, he's a whole new man. You seemingly materialized into his life, intertwining yourself with every bit of him — in every way. Your body knew it, too, as did his.

He'll have you yearning for his touch — the sweet release it gives you. It's the least he can do, considering all he asks in return is loyalty, and that's what he's gotten.

Sunlight: Oh, and these colors fade for you only Hold me, carry me slowly, my sunlight // Each day, you'd rise with me Know that I would gladly be The Icarus to your certainty Oh, my sunlight, sunlight, sunlight

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Few people see the tenderness deep within his rigid exterior, and for good reason. It's intentional, who does or doesn't get a glimpse of his most merciful portion.

You, devoted and accepting of his demanding lifestyle, have earned that right. No matter how far he is, you know you're both watching the same burning star in the sky.

Kyle was in deep; like all his foes, you become the forefront of his psyche, his reason for getting home — the face he sees when looking at the sunlight.

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ Thanks for reading this far! <3

`` ~ ୨୧ ♡ · divider cred. - cafekitsune

[qaze]

Thinking about how Arsonist’s Lullabye is on the “Dr. Themist” playlist. It’s such a scientist!Ulysses song. It’s just a song about a person who was so driven to do one thing that they don’t care what they do. A person who’s so driven to do something, despite what that something is.

“When I was 16, my senses fooled me; thought gasoline was on my clothes.” When Ulysses got to a point, he was bent on helping get rid of the drowned. There was blood on his hands already. It was haunting him at this point. He couldn’t wield a sword against them anymore, he failed to save people from them by himself. They’re given a chance to fix it, and by god they were gonna take it. He’d lost the people he cares about. The people who they tried to be a good person because of. There was no one left for him to keep an integrity for.

“All you have is your fire, and the place you need to reach; Don't you ever tame your demons; Always keep them on a leash.” All he has left is an idea. He’s lost too many people to the drowned. The telkin are long past desperate. They were told they could make a difference. A big one at that. What was there to lose by taking it? By putting those whom he’s lost behind him, and taking this opportunity to almost avenge those he lost

I could keep going. For multiple songs about them. I love song/lyric analyses and I love Ulysses Themist

[drarrily-we-row-along]

Arsonist's Lullaby

As you may have guessed, this one is inspired by "Arsonist's Lullaby" by Hosier. cw: arson (as you might have deduced, no one is hurt and they're burning their own property)

Draco was doing that thing with his hands again. The thing Harry had noticed first in 8th year and then hadn't stopped being able to notice in the past five years since.

It's what had drawn him to Draco in the first place, like a moth to flame (pun very much intended). There was something completely mesmerizing about watching him snap his fingers and then cradle the blue flames in his palm absentmindedly while he talked, or read a book, or performed any number of mindless tasks. It was sexy as fuck.

"You're staring again," Draco murmured, not raising his eyes from his book as the fire danced across his knuckles.

Harry hummed, "You're doing the fire again."

"You're as obsessed with fire as I am," he said, mouth curling at the corner.

"Mostly obsessed with you," Harry replied and Draco laughed and finally looked up for his book.

He stared at Harry for a moment, the fire winding its way through his fingers the way some people rolled coins along their knuckles. "You know," Draco said, voice a hint too casual and Harry internally perked up at what was sure to be a fantastic confession, "I thought it would end."

"What would?" Harry asked after a moment when it was clear that Draco wasn't going to go on without a bit of prompting.

His silver eyes latched onto Harry and his head tilted as he looked at him, like he was trying to parse something out. "The desire to light things on fire," he said and something hot flared in the pit of Harry's stomach.

"Tell me more," Harry said softly, voice low and seductive in a way that it normally wasn't outside of their bedroom.

Draco's pupils dilated sharply, "when I was a child," he said, the fire burning brighter in his hand for a moment, "I would sit for hours and stare at the flames in the manor's giant fire place. My parents couldn't understand it, they'd find me just sitting there, doing nothing but watching, like I was transfixed."

And frankly, Harry could understand that; he could watch Draco hold fire all day.

"When she caught me, Auntie Bella would say, 'don't ever tame your demons, Draco,' then she'd wink and tell me, 'but always keep them on a leash.'"

"What did that mean?"

Draco gave him a little smile, eyes flashing, "she could sense the bit of chaos, the desire for destruction, I think."

Harry hummed, "What did you want to destroy?"

"Oh, it changes," he replied easily. "When I was sixteen, the last time she said those words to me, I wanted to burn the entire world to the ground."

A shiver raced up Harry's spine, he remembered feeling the same way at sixteen. "And now?" he asked.

"I always thought it would go away," Draco said, "after I fell in love, after I had given the fire within me permission to consume someone the way I've consumed you."

Harry made a soft noise, low in his throat in agreement.

"The way I've let myself be consumed," he added. "But there's still this desire to burn down the past, to start fresh."

He nodded slowly, "that makes sense, actually."

"What if-" Draco started before snapping his jaw shut and clenching his fist around the fire to put it out.

"What if..." Harry prompted, moving to straddle Draco's hips, looking down at his lovely face.

Draco swallowed and rested his head against the back of the sofa, staring up at him. "What if we did start over? What if we moved to the states, or moved to some muggle city? What if-"

"Yes," Harry said, leaning in and pressing a kiss to Draco's lips, fingers skimming up his neck. "Godric, yes," he said, living in the world as the chosen one had only gotten harder since defeating Voldemort.

"What if I burned down the Manor first?" he whispered.

He felt his eyebrows hit his hair line, "What?"

Draco shrugged nonchalantly, but Harry could see the tension in his jaw, the fear of being too much. "Just," he sighed, "no one lives there. It's full of dark, cursed magic and even darker, more cursed memories." He blinked up at Harry, "What if I burned it first?"

He stared at him for a long moment, just searching his face, and finding only earnest desire there. "Alright," he said finally.

"Yeah?" Draco asked.

Harry nodded and leaned in to kiss him again, Draco's palms skimmed up his back and sides, touching him reverently.

"Pack for us?" he asked when he pulled back.

"Everything?"

Draco shrugged, "not furniture."

He closed his eyes and gathered his magic for a moment, letting it pool in his gut before holding out a hand and snapping. The contents of the flat organized themselves into boxes, shrinking down until everything fit into a tote that they could easily put into the back of the beat up old Subaru that Harry had purchased and refit with magic.

"Fucking hot," Draco said, pulling his face down and kissing him soundly.

Harry let himself get swept up in the moment, lost himself in the fire of Draco's kiss, let himself be consumed as Draco's fingers slipped under his shirt, nails raking up his back.

Far too soon in Harry's opinion, Draco was pulling back, flushed and panting. "Drive us as close as we can get to the Manor?" he asked, "then I'll get us through the wards?"

He nodded and stood, tugging Draco up behind him and out the door. The Subaru brought them faithfully through the night to the Manor and Harry parked just on the other side of the wards.

They climbed out of the car and Draco reached for Harry's hand, his cloak billowing dramatically behind him. Harry took it and they were being moved through time and space to a hill where they could see the whole of the Malfoy estate, the Manor centered in front of them.

There was fire flickering in and out of the hand that wasn't clasping Harry's and he watched the other man carefully. "Are you sure about this? You don't have to-"

"No, I know," Draco said. "And there's a part of me that doesn't want to. I loved this home when I was young."

"We could-"

"But it feels all wrong now," he said, shaking his head. "Can't you feel it?" he asked without looking at Harry, "the way that the darkness seeps from this place, it's killing everything around it," he added, pointing to the forest and the meadows, even the yard was brown and dead.

Draco shook his head, "For a little while, it felt like all I had was this fire burning within me, ready to scorch the earth, to wipe out that maniac and everything he stood for. I just feel like there's something more for me out there."

He slid his fingers through Draco's, holding the hand that wasn't currently holding fire. "There is," he promised, raising Draco's knuckles to his lips.

"I don't think that you can tame your demons," he said softly like he wasn't talking to Harry at all. "And I don't think you can keep them on a leash, either," he added. "I think the only thing to do is to destroy them entirely."

Without another word, he released Harry's hand and held up both of his, letting balls of flames build in his palms before hurling them down toward the Manor. As soon as those were sent on their way, he started on two more, then two more, and so on until the entire building was ablaze, flames leaping dozens of feet in the air.

He threw one last ball of fire, then collapsed. Harry dropped with him, reaching out for him and supporting him as they watched the representation of his old life, of everything evil, burn.

What could have been minutes or hours later, they heard the sound of distant sirens and the first few firefighters apparated in, wands blowing streams of Aguamentis at the raging fire.

"Time to go," Draco said, squeezing Harry's hand and apparating directly into the car.

"Where are we headed?" Harry asked, starting the car and punching the button that turned it invisible.

Draco hummed, turning his head and staring at Harry with a thoroughly blissed out, content expression on his face.

He leaned across the center console and kissed him, "You're so," he shook his head and kissed him again, "fucking amazing."

Humming, Draco kissed him back before redirecting his attention to the open sky, "the world's ours. Wherever you want to go," he shrugged, "we're free."

And it never really mattered where they went, there were always plenty of things to find joy in if they were together.

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[daidonzo]

Don't ever tame your demons, but always keep them on a leash

A/N: continuation to this!

'So, you're also part of the board of executives?'

'You know that already.'

'Yes, but my mother always said it's important for men to have their fair share of the conversation and I have been talking for the last fifteen minutes.'

Aguni wasn't sure how to feel about that comment, wasn't sure he liked the spark of mischief appearing on your big eyes or the way one corner of your lips curved into a half smile, as if you knew a joke you were not sharing. He was sure he enjoyed your presence, however.

You had become close. Or closer, at least, looking for each other in crowds, sharing a drink after coming from a game. You, with a sly smile every time you saw him walking in your direction. You, searching for him but pretending, when you finally found him, that your encounter had been nothing but a matter of chance.

You were becoming more and more popular within The Beach, making friends here and there, helping those who needed it, defending the weak from the strong - rumor was that nobody died in games with you, because you refused to leave anyone behind.

Aguni wouldn't know, as you had not shared any more games together, but he counted himself among those fascinated by you.

'How many days do you have left in your visa?'

'One. I have to go play tomorrow.' You responded, your smile suddenly strained, neck muscles standing out from the tension. Nobody would have noticed, but he was observing intently.

'Why do you always do that? Wait until you've ran out of days?'

'I would be angry if I died while I still had, for example, three days left to live.'

He listened, knowing you were not done, because you were frowning and had your lips parted. As you did when you were searching for the right words to express yourself.

'Also, it's not as easy for me as it is for you. We can't just shoot everyone. They don't allow the rest of us to have guns. It's scary, and nerve-racking.' You swallowed, hard.

This was the most vulnerable Aguni had ever seen you.

'It doesn't seem like that. You always look so calm and collected, trying to talk to the other players and make things easier for them.'

'I'm good at pretending. What can I say? I should have been an actress or something of the sort.'

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You were already waiting by the car that would take you to the game arena, engaged in conversation with a young man and an older woman, only your fidgeting with the sleeve of your jacket revealing how terrified you actually were.

Aguni walked towards you, not wanting to interrupt. But, there was nothing he could do about the expression of fear suddenly appearing in your new friends' faces.

You turned, most likely looking for a reason to explain their sudden mood change. You looked surprised, and puzzled, when you saw him. 'What are you doing here?'

'I hoped to make things, what was it…? Less scary. Less nerve-racking.'

The smile you directed at him made him glad he had decided to join your game. He would join every single one of them, from now on, if only he could see it again.

'If you scare the others I'll kill you.' You said nevertheless, pointing an accusatory finger at him.

'There's not much I can do…' He lifted both arms, palms directed towards you, a gesture indicating his innocence. He was also smiling.

'Ah, if they only knew…' You reached up, touching his face, caressing his cheek with your thumb.

You went back to talk with the others, a sweet tingling sensation lingering on Aguni's skin.

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You had been crying so long Aguni feared for your sanity.

He was unsure whether you were sad, or angry, or a concoction of both. You had blood smeared all over your face, your clothes, and an ugly-looking bruise was already forming on your jaw.

'I didn't want anyone to die.' You wept, repeating the same sentence for the hundredth time.

You two, as well as Niragi and Last Boss, had been the only survivors.

You had participated in the Six of Spades. It was a game that took place in a zoo, in which the players were preyed on by different animals and had to kill all the beasts in order to win.

Apparently, you had not been expecting such a massacre. Such a bloodbath.

'It's easy, right? We hide while you guys shoot at them.' You had said, still with that damned smile that made Aguni felt a certain type of way.

It had gotten out of hand very quickly, up to the point where sacrifices had to be made in order to distract the animals, so that the three militants could finish them.

'I'm sorry.' Aguni said as he drived, looking at you.

'For what?' You snorted, wiping both snot and blood from your nose with the back of your hand. 'It was not just those two who killed them. You did too.'

Your words were cold as ice. Cold as death. And you spat them through gritted teeth.

You had screamed, gagged, choked vomit. You had cried, ranted, and beat him with your fists.

Aguni didn't know what to say.

You maybe knew, but did not share your thoughts.

You simply got out of the car when you arrived at The Beach, not looking back.

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Aguni couldn't help but watch you from a distance.

It had been a couple of days since you had played the game together, and you had not spoken to him since. You had not even looked in his direction.

It was painful, opening the door to his room and not finding you there, waiting for him, just as he had been the morning you became friends. With your crossed arms and your mischievous grin.

Now, you were by the pool with your friends, Kuina and Chishiya, laughing about something the woman with dreadlocks had said, head back, shoulders shaking. And Aguni missed when you would laugh that way with him, realizing just now how lonely his life was, because other than you, he only had Takeru.

And Takeru was slowly descending into madness. His best friend, the person he trusted more than anyone in the world, was not someone he could rely on anymore.

'You know, I could give you a photo of myself to stare at. It's less eerie.'

Your voice interrupted his thoughts, and his dark eyes focused on you, who had crept up to him. Just as you had ingrained yourself in his life, without him even noticing.

'I thought you didn't want to speak to me.'

'I wasn't going to, but then I found myself missing you.'

You signaled for him to move, sitting beside him, legs touching each other. You held his arm, casually.

'I'm sorry about what happened…'

You dismissed his words with a wave of your free hand. 'It's fine. I understand. I didn't react… I have always had a bad temper.'

'Wouldn't have said it.' Aguni was beaming against his will.

'Oh yes. I think you should find yourself a more agreeable woman.'

Were you implying you were his woman?

'Do you think so?'

'Definitely. Some pretty little thing, plain as a pikestaff, that doesn't spit blood to your face when you are trying to save her life.'

His smile grew wider, and he turned to look at you. Bruises and everything, you were beautiful.

'I think I'm going to stick with you.'

'Are you sure? I came here to say the most heartfelt, the most bittersweet of goodbyes and you're telling me you still want me around?'

'I do.'

'Well…' Your crooked smile returned. 'Guess I'll have to stay, then.'

[star-luvrx]

Hozier lyrics as... Crowley

The only heaven I'll be sent to Is when I'm alone with you

-take me to church

Take me to church I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies I'll tell you my sins, and you can sharpen your knife Offer me that deathless death Oh, good God, let me give you my life

-take me to church

I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door

-from eden

To share the space with simple living things Infinitely suffering, but fighting off like all creation The absence of itself, anyway

-first time

And though I burn, how could I fall When I am lifted by every word you say to me? If anything could fall at all, it's the world That falls away from me

-i, carrion

Falling from you drop by drop What I had left here I just held it tight So someone with your eyes Might come in time To hold me like water Or Christ, hold me like a knife

-who we are

And just knowin' that everything will end Should not change our plans when wе begin again

-all things end

I don't wanna be anything But I would do everything just to run away I don't wanna be anything like this at all But I would do everything if you'd hear me say

-anything but

Do you know I could break beneath the weight Of the goodness, love, I still carry for you? That I'd walk so far just to take The injury of finally knowin' you?

-unknown/nth

There's no plan, there's no hand on the rein As Mack explained, there will be darkness again

-no plan

You know when it's twelve o'clock in Soho, baby It's gin o'clock where I wake up, I don't know And I think about you though, everywhere I go And I've done everythin' and I've been everywhere, you know

-nobody

And on the other side, why should we deny the truth? We could have less to worry about, honey, I won't lie to you But everything I do, I've had no love like your love

-nobody

Be that hopeful feeling when Eden was lost  It's been deaf to our laughter since the master was crossed Which side of the wall really suffers that cost?

-be

There are questions I can't ask Now at last, the worst is over See the way you hold yourself Reel against, your body's borders I know that you hate this place Not a trace of me would argue Honey, we should run away, oh someday

-to be alone

Boys, when my baby found me I was three days on a drunken sin I woke with her walls around me Nothin' in her room but an empty crib And I was burnin' up a fever I didn't care much how long I lived But I swear, I thought I dreamed her She never asked me once about the wrong I did

-work song

My babe would never fret none About what my hands and my body done If the Lord don't forgive me I'd still have my baby, and my babe would have me When I was kissin' on my baby And she put her love down, soft and sweet In the low lamplight, I was free Heaven and hell were words to me

-work song

Don't give it a hand, offer it a soul Honey, make this easy Leave it to the land, this is what it knows

-it will come back

Jesus Christ, don't be kind to me Honey, don't feed me, I will come back

It can't be unlearned I've known the warmth of your doorways Through the cold, I'll find my way back to you

-it will come back

All you have is your fire And the place you need to reach Don't you ever tame your demons Always keep them on a leash

-arsonists lullabye

Oh, if the car ran, the car was enough If the sun shone on us, it's a plus And the tank was always filled up

-damage gets done

Without shame, two outfits then to my name You'd end up in one when you'd stay We had nowhere to go and every desire for goin' there

-damage gats done

[fieldofdaisiies]

A small headcanon 🥺

An Azriel backstory based on Hozier’s song Arsonist’s Lullaby.

Every time i hear the song I can just see it so vividly. But I can’t put it into words…so maybe you can. Azriel sharing his past with someone, you can choose who. (Maybe his High Lady)

oh this is one of my absolute favourite songs❤️ tw: talk of childhood trauma

it is a rainy Saturday evening when Azriel decides it is finally time to share everything with you

you sit down in your shared bedroom, your hands in his

Azriel inhales a deep breath, his eyes focused on yours, his lower lip quavering when he starts to talk "When I was a child, I heard voices. some would sing and some would scream.

this is how he starts to talk about his time where he was locked in the basement of their house, he tells you about how he learned his shadows talked to him when no one else did

he swallows thickly when he tells you how his father and his stepmother treated him, hurt him

and then he continues to tell you about his brothers "the pain was not bearable, staring into open flame"

you shudder, your heart breaking

you feel so violent all of a sudden, wanting to hurt the in the same way they did

but Azriel gives your hands a gentle squeeze

you flip them over and brush your thumbs over his scars, bringing them up to your lips and kissing his knuckles

Azriel also opens up that he has never fully recovered from these memories, they still haunt him, but he has learned to live with them, deal with them "don't you ever tame your demons. but always keep 'em on a leash"

Azriel says that most of the nightmares he has faced for so long have ended when you stepped into his life, but sometimes he is still haunted by them "when I was a man I thought it ended"

I have a whole story for Azriel being haunted by his past coming tomorrow Azriel x Reader | Scared to be Lonely

[bi-bard]

Don't You Ever Tame Your Demons, But Always Keep 'em on a Leash - Dream of the Endless Imagine [The Sandman]

Title: Don't You Ever Tame Your Demons, But Always Keep 'em on a Leash

Pairing: Dream of the Endless X Reader

Based On: Arsonist's Lullabye

Word Count: 1,889 words

Warning(s): physical pain

Summary: (Y/n) has always been able to see and hear the dreams of other people. At first, they felt tortured by such a gift. However, when they catch the attention of the ruler of the dream realm, a new connection is made and relief is finally offered.

Author's Note: This one feels a bit like a stretch, but oh well.

HOZIER [2014] WRITING CHALLENGE MASTERLIST

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I remember when I first heard the whispers of a dream that was not my own.

Well, the first time after I was able to create lasting memories.

I was five. I was lying on the couch with my mom while we watched some silly movie that I never did remember the name of.

And then, the whisper. Quiet. It almost tickled my brain. I looked at my mom. She wasn't speaking, but I could hear the mumbling.

It was in another language. At my age, I couldn't even tell one word from another, never mind ever know how to place it. I looked to my mom again. I asked her why one of the women in the movie was talking so funny. She asked what I meant, I explained, and she was confused.

It took three occurrences of me asking why there were "funny voices" on the TV for my parents to sit down and talk.

I spent a few years going from doctor to doctor. Everything was fine. Well, that's what the doctors said. My parents weren't convinced.

I spent a lot of my childhood and teenage years in my room. I didn't like getting questioned. It was always about what I was doing or what I heard.

There was a while when I thought maybe I had a purpose.

Like I was meant to help people somehow. I gave up on that dream when I realized that I couldn't figure out who anyone was, so I couldn't help them.

I waited.

I spent forever coping and trying to hide from whatever was in my head.

There were days when I would barely hear anything. And there were days when the voices were so loud that I thought that I was going to lose my mind.

I was never able to stop it.

I stopped trying at about 20 years old.

I just... dealt with it. No purpose for it or way to stop it. All I could do was survive with it.

That didn't change until many years later.

I didn't fully understand where I was. I didn't know about the dream realm being its own plain of existence. But I found myself walking into some large throne room. It felt like I needed to be there. Like it was the right place for me to be.

"Hello?"

My voice echoed against the stone walls. I looked up at the ceiling. It was a moving image of space. Stars and swirling colors. Beautiful.

"Excuse me?"

I jumped when a voice pulled me out of my thoughts. There was a woman standing off to the side. I took a deep breath.

"Who are you," she asked.

"(Y/n)," I said. "And you?"

"Lucienne," she replied.

"Hi," I waved awkwardly. "Sorry, I don't... I don't really know where I am."

"You don't know?"

"No," I forced a chuckle. "I just... It felt like I was supposed to be here."

"I brought them here," another voice spoke up. We both looked to the stairs at the end of the room. "I apologize for how long it took for me to do so."

"That doesn't change that I don't know where I am or who you are."

A grin teased the edge of his lips as he walked down the stairs to meet me. "My name is Morpheus. I am the ruler of this realm."

"And this realm is..."

"The realm of the dreaming."

I laughed. I couldn't really help it. A man looked me in the eye and told me that I was in the realm of the dreaming, and he was in charge. It was hard to believe.

Both of them furrowed their eyebrows.

"I'm sorry, but... you weren't expecting me to believe that the first time you said it, were you?"

"I have yet to have many people question me."

I slowly nodded. "Well, why did you... bring me here?"

"Your power," he said. "You can hear the dreams of other people."

"I don't know what you're talking about," I tensed a bit. My parents had been firm in the belief that I shouldn't tell anyone about my gift.

"Is that so," he asked.

I didn't respond.

He stepped closer to me. I kept my eyes fixed on his. I refused to offer any indication of fear.

His hands moved up. He stopped them just next to my temples.

"May I?"

I furrowed my eyebrows.

"I believe it may help you."

I gave him a skeptical look before hesitantly nodding. What was it going to hurt?

His middle and index fingers touched my temples. My eyes closed for a moment as the voices in my mind slowly faded to silence.

I took a deep breath and opened my eyes again.

"What did you do," I asked.

"Offered a temporary solution," Morpheus explained. "They will return when you leave here."

I slowly nodded again. I was starting to believe what he had told me before.

"It must have been so loud," he continued.

"Sometimes," I shrugged. "I... I never thought I'd experience silence like this."

"I am sorry that I did not intervene sooner."

"Why... Why did you?"

"I want to help you control this gift on your own. It will allow you to find peace by yourself."

"You could do that?"

"I hope so."

I grinned at him. "Okay."

I spent the next few weeks in that very room.

It was strange to think about how I was spending my nights in some other world trying to use some power that had haunted me for so long. Not to mention that those nights were spent with the ruler of that other world.

I had lied to my mom about it. She had asked about if anyone had found out and I shook my head and said no. I hated nothing more than the guilt twisting in my chest, but I didn't know how to explain it without her thinking that it was a new symptom.

Regardless of my guilt or how strange the situation was, it was working.

It was getting better. I was able to spend time in beautiful silence without Morpheus's interference. The first day that it happened, I almost cried. I had never known peace like that.

I remember how tightly I hugged Morpheus when it happened. He chuckled as I did. It was a huge milestone.

I was hopeful. I was finally taking steps forward that I didn't think were possible. It was a miracle.

Maybe my hope was why it went wrong.

It was easier to believe that I was to blame. Because if I wasn't to blame, then who was? I would rather know who to target my resentment and anger at than accept that some things are entirely out of my control.

No. I could never accept that some other entity with no connection to me would ever torment me in the same way I was capable of tormenting myself.

I had been walking home from work. I had just gotten through my door. And then, it was like a tidal taking down the wall meant to keep it from flooding the town.

Like drums. Slowly building. Voices crept up on me, louder and louder. I tried to ignore it. I tried to control it. I couldn't. It was a choir of screaming people. Wants and needs and silly dreams all overtook every part of my mind.

I remember the pain in my head growing. A dull ache turned into pounding. It was overwhelming. The tears welled in my eyes as a sob tore through my throat. I didn't know what to do. I didn't know who to beg for help.

My vision started to blur. Black dots filled the space that tears didn't.

I stumbled to the couch, putting my hand out to find the cushion before my vision went entirely dark and I fell onto it.

I collapsed on the floor of the throne room as soon as my mind escaped the waking world. The hard stone made my knees ache, but my focus couldn't even acknowledge that feeling. I let out a sob as I tried to cover my ears. It didn't work.

"(Y/n)..."

I could barely hear Morpheus's voice over the growing chorus. My nails dug into my skin as I felt my head pounding.

Another sob escaped me. The walls of the throne room shook with my pained cries. Morpheus didn't pause at the disturbance to his realm.

He knelt in front of me.

"Please, make it stop," I begged. I wanted to shout over the voices, but nothing escaped me other than some broken whisper. "Please."

Morpheus's hands touched mine. He gently guided my hands away from my head. I was shaking so much.

"Please..."

"Shh," he spoke quietly. "I am going to help you. I promise."

Two fingers from either hand pressed against my temples.

The volume was going back and forth. Like he was fighting against another force. I just kept my eyes screwed shut and fought the urge to reach up and claw at his hands or my face or anything else.

And finally, it was over.

A heavy sigh of relief came out as my body seemingly went limp.

Morpheus's arms wrapped around me, holding me close to his chest as I cried.

"I am so sorry," he whispered. "I pushed you to test these gifts. I led you here. I am sorry."

I didn't reply. I was too focused on getting my breath to even out. I didn't think it was physically possible to be exhausted in the dream realm. But here I was, feeling like I was on the brink of losing consciousness.

I slowly pushed myself to sit up again. I looked at Morpheus. My heart almost broke clean in half at the look of guilt written on his face. I moved forward and hugged him properly. One of his hands cupped the back of my head as his other arm wrapped around me.

"I am going to keep you safe," he promised. "I will never leave you to cope with this power on your own. Not again."

I closed my eyes and hid my face in his shoulder.

"I am so sorry."

"I forgive you," I replied. "I never blamed you."

He leaned back slowly. I grinned at him. He grinned back at me.

He stood up, taking both of my hands to help me follow his lead. "I am going to find a place for you to be at peace."

"Are you going to stay with me," I asked as he led me out of the throne room.

"If you will let me."

I nodded. "I would be much happier if you stayed with me, Morpheus."

His smile only grew.

The rest of that evening was spent in some comfortable silence. I laid back in a field of grass, taking the first calm breaths I had taken in hours. Morpheus sat next to me on the grass.

He would look at me from time to time. There was a cautious look on his face. I would grin at him. I knew that he was scared that what he had done wasn't enough, so I didn't stop him from trying to watch over me.

And that may have been the most peaceful night I had ever experienced.

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[deprivedmusicaljunkie]

what hozier songs do you think the baudelaires would like

first off, all of these songs are coming from unreal unearth because asoue is unfairly uu-coded. i mean... themes of good vs. evil, morality, sin, human nature... the work speaks for itself.

violet - all things end

something i found so sad was that, throughout the series, violet would keep echoing the reminder in her head that her parents ordered her to take care of klaus and sunny. which she does! but when forces outside of her control threaten her siblings, she always blames herself. and i mean, she's fourteen years old, fifteen by the end. i think she would take comfort in this song. treachery, like love, like fire, like a good meal, like all things, will end. memento mori, etc. the last time i felt your weight on my chest / you said, 'we didn't get it right, but love, we did our best' / and we will again

klaus - first light

i was going back and forth between de selby (part 1) and first light for klaus' favorite. they are, coincidentally, the first and last songs of the album! i probably should've chosen a more literary song (i, carrion, francesca, and son of nyx were all up for debate), there's something very klaus about this song! i think it's me projecting my desire for a happy ending onto them? i dunno, i keep picking the happy songs. i just want klaus to know that he has a way out. one bright morning goes so easy / darkness always finds you either way

sunny - eat your young

for, um, obvious reasons. she likes to eat, and she's young. crumbs enough for everyone / old and young are welcome to the meal

bonus: beatrice

all you have is your fire and a place you need to reach / don't you ever tame your demons, but always keep 'em on a leash - arsonist's lullaby (which is not from unreal unearth but dead people get exceptions)

[gothsuguru]

please reveal your suguru-coded hozier songs :) i believe it would be beneficial for my sanity :)

I LOVE YOU SO MUCH I WAS HOPING SOMEONE WOULD ASK :3 and omfg i have SO many honestly i can say practically every song can be suguru-coded but that’s probably bc i’m insane <3 but omfg… here’s just a FEW! (i love you gaia <3 i love you suguru <3 i love you hozier’s music/lyrics <3)

• as it was: i’d argue that this is THE most suguru-coded song that has ever existed… i think it speaks a lot to suguru’s descent into madness! especially when hozier talks about being “unmoved” — i think suguru himself, canon 3rd year -> cult leader!suguru simply won’t allow himself to be swayed by what anyone says… he’s his own man & thinks his own thoughts and ultimately just gets swallowed up by darkness & the hatred/negativity that consumes him!

the lyric Of All Time that i think ENCAPSULATES suguru is:

“but your love was unmoved… and the sights were as stark as my baby, and the cold was as sharp as my baby, and the nights were as dark as my baby… half as beautiful too.”

• arsonist’s lullabye: THIS SONG IS SOOOOO 3RD YEAR GETO CODED… actually just OVERALL teen!geto coded! hearing voices, staring into open flames, telling himself not to tame his demons but keep them on a leash (which he essentially does with cursed spirit manipulation.) also love that in this song, 16 is the age where his senses start to fool him & something else, “an other”, would start to rule him (suguru’s demons taking a hold of him -> leading him to defection.) and then the talk of being a man, but for him, the only peace he’d feel is the ashes left in his wake (suguru wanting to kill non-sorcerers so peace could be felt for himself/other sorcerers.)

“when i was a child, i heard voices. some would sing and some would scream. you soon find you have few choices, i learned the voices died with me.”

“when i was 16, my senses fooled me, thought gasoline was on my clothes. i knew that something would always rule me. i knew the scent was mine alone.”

“when i was a man i thought it ended, when i knew love's perfect ache. but my peace has always depended on all the ashes in my wake.”

“all you have is your fire, and the place you need to reach. don't you ever tame your demons, but always keep 'em on a leash.”

• too sweet: this one is so curator!geto coded :3 i just really adore the lyrics in this one and if you end up seeing some of hozier’s lyrics used to describe suguru in the fic… don’t blame me okay… i just Like the way he Describes things :3

“don't you just wanna wake up dark as a lake, smelling like a bonfire, lost in a haze?” -> gives me kenjaku vibes/chilled out suguru vibes!

“i think i'll take my whiskey neat, my coffee black, and my bed at three. you're too sweet for me!” -> curator!geto is tired but sophisticated and sexy!

“you know you're bright as the morning, as soft as the rain! pretty as a vine, as sweet as a grape — if you can sit in a barrel, maybe i’ll wait until that day…” -> the way curator!geto sees fashion designer!reader!

• it will come back: HEAVILY CULT LEADER!GETO CODED… he’s such a sly fox, a wolf, a papabear ready to strike. suguru is the PATRIARCH of his family, and sometimes his little family feel like sheep/lambs to me… idk this song just gives me manipulative!geto vibes and i think this geto is very… obsessed w a non-sorcerer and can’t seem to steer clear from them… he has rules set in place, says he won’t enforce them, but expects people to follow them (but he won’t follow his own…)

“i know who i am when i'm alone. i'm something else when i see you. you don't understand, you should never know how easy you are to need. don't let me in with no intention to keep me — jesus christ, don't be kind to me. honey, don't feed me, i will come back.”

“it can't be unlearned. i've known the warmth of your doorways. through the cold, i’ll find my way back to you. oh, please, give me mercy no more — that's a kindness you can't afford. i warn you, baby, each night, as sure as you're born — you'll hear me howling outside your door.”

• talk: MY FAVORITE SONG OF ALL TIME! <333 one of my fics is named after a lyric in this song! i think suguru is BOTH orpheus AND eurydice coded! suguru devoted himself to his grief and became who he became, and at the end of the day, he is absolutely willing to die for his cause (and did).

“i'd be the choiceless hope in grief that drove him underground, i'd be the dreadful need in the devotee that made him turn around…”

• son of nyx: this song has no lyrics, but the music reminds me of a… lament? i sat down one day and started writing about cult leader!suguru to this song and how he ingested so much negativity & curses that OF COURSE it consumed him too. son of nyx was the fic name (i lost the whole draft unfortunately but nyx is the goddess of darkness so i thought it was apt!) essentially it would’ve been a character study almost about suguru lamenting about his life in bed (all sexy & poetic bc obvi… you already know he sleeps on black satin sheets!)

• eat your young: suguru who’s mad at the system in place that causes young sorcerers to die/be killed. rather than it being a ‘fuck you’ to non-sorcerers, i think it’s a ‘fuck you’ to the higher-ups. like “oh? you deemed me as the worst curse-user of all time, in all of history? y’all ain’t see NOTHING yet!”

“i'm starving, darling. let me put my lips to something, let me wrap my teeth around the world. start carving, darling…” -> recently defected!geto getting ready to bare his teeth to the world.

“if you hesitate, the getting is gone. i won't lie, if there's something to be gained — there's money to be made, whatever's still to come…” -> call geto what you want but you can’t say he’s not a hustler! 😭 he was about that bread!

“skinning the children for a war drum. putting food on the table selling bombs and guns. it's quicker and easier to eat your young.” -> hatred for the system, using children as fodder to fight curses.

“we can celebrate the good that we've done! i won't lie, if there's something still to take — there is ground to break, whatever's still to come…” -> geto getting ready to declare war & begin the night parade of a hundred demons!

[jules-writes-stories]

🦇🍎🍁

🦇⇢ What did Azriel say to Eris during the High Lord’s meeting?

I wrote in JEL that he says “I will find you later” (which can be interpreted in so many ways…) but in my filthy Azris mind that ended one way.

🍎 ⇢ What’s a song that reminds you of Eris?

Don’t hate me— I thought of two!

Hozier “Arsonist’s Lullaby”

“All you have is your fire

And the place you need to reach

Don't you ever tame your demons

But always keep 'em on a leash…”

And

Taylor Swift’s “Who’s Afraid of Little Old Me?”

“I wanna snarl and show you just how disturbed this has made me

You wouldn't last an hour in the asylum where they raised me…

You caged me and then you called me crazy

I am what I am 'cause you trained me

So who's afraid of me?”

🍁 ⇢ What’s the most challenging part about writing or creating for Eris?

I think Eris is really good at deceiving others (the whole mask thing) because it’s literally how he’s survived, but it’s also caused him to be great at lying to himself/making himself emotionally unavailable. This can be hard to write. Example: Eris feels happy to see Lucien. But he can’t show he’s happy… so how do I express this to a reader in a “show not tell” way? There’s so many layers to our Autumn prince. And writing each of them is hard. But it’s also what makes him (imo) one of the most interesting ACOTAR characters!

TYSM for your asks! 🫶🏽 ♥️

[artemisia-black]

Hozier lyrics that remind you of Sirius? 😏

So many of the, but here are the main one :D x

Arsonist's Lullabye:

All you have is your fire And the place you need to reach Don't you ever tame your demons But always keep 'em on a leash

2. Sunlight (these particular lyrics are him in love):

Each day, you'd rise with me Know that I would gladly be The Icarus to your certainty Oh, my sunlight, sunlight, sunlight Strap the wing to me Death trap clad happily With wax melted, I'd meet the sea

3. Francesca (these lyrics are about how he would go to hell for his loved ones):

I'll tell them put me back in it Darling, I would do it again, ah, ah

4. Eat Your young (how he views pureblood mania):

Skinning the children for a war drum Putting food on the table selling bombs and guns It's quicker and easier to eat your young

[dasmondkuss]

Situations that make my muses internally scream: I AM NO LONGER MENTALLY ILL.

Autumn: One (1) good slow-fuck. He would bottom. You should completely tame him and take all of the strength away from his body.

Roman: Same as Autumn (LMAO, sweethearts, what?) Only if he's dressed as a woman and ends up with his makeup all smudged. (A 1st time, intimate kind of situation.)

Winter: N/A. She doesn't need any reassurance whether she is or isn't mentally ill. Woman can't be bothered to care.

Aiden: Someone who stays. I know, I know, it's vague. But Aiden doesn't consider himself interesting or fun (and he's not wrong, but shhh), so if you stick around for a long enough time, he'll suddenly become the happiest.

Harisu: If you aren't her brother, sorry, you have nothing to offer. On the bright side! If she's showing signs of insanity, just drop her off at Nezumi's place.

Alois: Dominate a conversation, prove him wrong, make him stutter, interrupt him, and smirk when he approves with you. (He was on the debate team at school ¯\_(ツ)_/¯) But this isn't about him enjoying being wrong, but about the depth of knowledge you've shown.

Dominicus: People who clearly don't need him—don't need him at all—then become a cute lil' baby around him. ASDFGHJKL, he's like "I know you can burn the world to ashes, but I understand you need help with this cup of ice cream. HERE, MY SWEETEST."

Spring: Being held. (He's depressed, what can I say.) Hold him spontaneously and for long periods, reassure him with your embrace that he's wanted and wouldn't want him to go away.

Selene: Fight with her. Believe me, she will give you reasons to fight even if you're the most patient person on the planet. I'm talking, shouting, and punching walls here; leave for a while, then return to her. (Honestly, girl, you don't need to show your worst to understand that someone won't leave you at your worst. Jeez.)

Summer: Take her out of the mansion. However, she would still need to be owned and controlled somehow. She wants freedom, but freedom for her is to rebel against someone. (as Hozier would say: don't you ever tame your demons, but always keep them on a leash.)

[sparrow-orion-writes]

9 and 14 for the edgy/misc asks

9. Do you have a specific lyric or quote that reminds you of your OC?

I have so, so many. Whole playlists, in fact! Because I am completely normal about music.

"I make myself acquainted with the Patron Saint of never getting it right." -Blossoms, by The Amazing Devil, for Ari (just that entire song, man).

"All you have is your fire, and the place you need to reach, don't you ever tame your demons - but always keep them on a leash," - Arsonist's lullaby, Hozier, for April (again that song is so April).

14. How much does your OC want to be seen by other characters?

To be honest, for Neon Glow we have April and Neptune, who love attention and they don't care if its positive or negative. No social anxiety at all.

Then, we have Edward, who simultaneously wants to be seen by Ari but assumes his own intelligence would make Ari feel threatened, and so tries to dumb himself down.

Then Ari, who would love to just disappear and never be seen again.

[gridelincarver]

hey I trust u what are ur top 5 Iorveth songs 👀 im in a creative bind I need inspo (im also @essskel but u know that lmao)

oh my god HI

i know this isn't what u asked but like first off real quick lemme slide this link over... i have a iorveth playlist on spotify (it's meant to be listened on shuffle i know the order i added them is wack)

but uhh ok if i had to pick 5 (also in no particular order)

"Arsonist's Lullabye" - Hozier

"Wretches and Kings" - Linkin Park (i know its linkin park but if you look at the LYRICS)

"Thank You For the Venom" - My Chemical Romance (but i cant not also mention DESTROYA and our lady of sorrows)

"Daniel in the Den" - Bastille

"Satellite" - Rise Against

it PAINS ME to only pick five emblematic ones but i tried lskdghldksjf

(also bonus under the cut some pertinent lyrics. i could do this w the whole playlist and also write paragraphs & more but i am restraining myself)

This is a life that you can't deny us now

(Rise Against) self explanatory, i think, very scoia'tael

When I was a man I thought it ended When I knew love's perfect ache But my peace has always depended On all the ashes in my wake

All you have is your fire And the place you need to reach Don't you ever tame your demons But always keep 'em on a leash

(Hozier) I think Iorveth struggles a lot with feeling like he's incapable of sitting down and being happy (and this lyric plays into how i think his relationship w Cedric went/ended), and the chorus is just very reminiscent of how alone he's always been even among his supposed peers, and also just the strength and power of his character

To save face, how low can you go? Talk a lotta game, but yet you don't know Static on the wind, makes us all say whoa The people up top push the people down low Get down, and obey every word Steady, get in line if you haven't yet heard Wanna take what I got, don't be absurd Don't fight the power, nobody gets hurt

Hear us now, clear and tall Wretches and kings, we come for you

(Linkin Park) I think this is a bit of pointed anger at Francesca Findabair (shakes fist) for acquiescing and betraying her own kind as if that will help any elves besides the few who actually got to dol blathanna, also the "wretches and kings" is reminiscent of "king or beggar, one dh'oine less" (also listen to the speech at the beginning and end of the song. it fucks)

I wouldn't front the scene if you paid me

Black is the kiss, the touch of the serpent sun It ain't the mark or the scar that makes you one

You're running after something That you'll never kill If this is what you want Then fire at will

You want to follow something Give me a better cause to lead Just give me what I need Give me a reason to believe

(My Chemical Romance) this goes w MY interpretation of him as someone who wasn't actually gradually made ready for being the face of a movement and instead having it sprung on him by his circumstance (of being the last surviving vrihedd officer), and his own conflicted feelings of nothing getting better while also refusing to give up or do anything else (also it literally says "serpent sun," nilfgaard anyone?)

And you thought the lions were bad Well they tried to kill my brothers And for every king that died Oh they would crown another But it's harder than you think Telling dreams from one another

Oh to see What it means to be free Of the shadows and the dreams That you claim to see

And felled in the night By the ones you think you love They will come for you

(Bastille) the beginning one is I think more self explanatory, and "telling dreams from one another" i think can be applied to all the people who have "allied with" and "helped" the scoia'tael only to really be working for their own gain (like nilfgaard, or even arguably saskia)

the "felled in the night / by the ones you think you love" to ME is more about Francesca Findabair (muffled yelling) and her decision to forsake the Scoia'tael completely from Dol Blathanna

Because we won't back down, we won't run and hide Yeah, 'cause these are the things that we can't deny I'm passing over you like a satellite, so catch me if I fall That's why we stick to your game plans and party lines But at night we're conspiring by candlelight We are the orphans of the American Dream, so Shine a light on me

This is a life that you can't deny us now

(Rise Against)

as u can see i have many thoughts about him all the time and this isn't even all of it for this set of songs but anyway :3