#But sorry Shadow... We had to go with One Winged Angel!

[slytherin-pen]

Lessons In Discipline II

pairing: Cazriel x Reader

word count: 3.6k!!

warnings: SMUT, 18+, spanking, shadow bondage, use of a gag, blow job, daddy kink, edging, —oh god what else uh— Azriel’s kind of mean ig, oral on female, biting, hickies, p in v penetration, let me know if i forgot anything 😅

a/n: i’m not sure what demon possessed me to write this but i’m starting my period so we’ll blame that. and who let me write a threesome as my first smut EVER? i was stressing fr but i hope it’s good *bites nails nervously* i also added some fluffy aftercare at the end. enjoy!!

Part 1

Shadows bound your hands to the foot of the four-poster bed, positioning you to stand before it, facing the wall. Azriel and Cassian were behind you, but you couldn’t see them. You tried to focus on the painting above the bed, waves crashing into rocky cliffs under a full moon, but your body was fully tuned in on what the Illyrians could be doing behind you. The heady scents of all of your arousal filled the room, only amplifying the heat that’s overcome your body. Your breasts rose and fell with heavy breaths, the anticipation and fear for what was to come overwhelming you.

Azriel had silenced you with a gag, telling you that apologies were useless and that he’d decide when your mouth would serve a purpose.

You heard movement behind you, and a shiver ran down your spine as something traced its way down your back. A sharp smack to your ass had you gasping, nearly choking on your saliva.

“I’m very disappointed in you, angel,” Azriel chastised, dragging the riding crop up the side of your thighs. Your knees nearly buckled at the sudden adrenaline rushing through you. “I thought I would come home to my good girl and we could have some fun together, but instead I have to remind you how to behave. Who you belong to.”

Your whines were muffled, the urge to apologize on your tongue but it was useless. He couldn’t understand you. It was exactly what he wanted. He knew you would say you were sorry and beg for him to forgive you, but you had gone too far. He didn’t want to hear your pleas. He wanted you to take it.

“You know, I was on a very important mission when Rhys entered my mind to tell me that Cass requested I come home. I thought surely my little girl would be able to behave for one week but then he tells me that you weren’t eating,” *swat* “or training,” *swat* “and disobeying him,” *swat*.

Tears gathered in your eyes, incomprehensible mumbles leaving your lips. You couldn’t see your ass, but it burned from Azriel’s relentless spankings. You were sure it was red and raw by now.

Azriel clicked his tongue. “I’ll admit I was shocked. You’re usually so good for Cass, saving all that bratty behavior for me.” A hand wrapped around your hair and tugged, bending your neck so you looked up at him. Hazel eyes simmering with rage met your bloodshot eyes. “That’s why I’m going to let him have his turn with you. Usually, he likes to just watch but I think after the week he’s had,” he chuckled darkly, “I think he deserves to have his way with you.”

The shadows released your wrists and you were shoved down onto the mattress. When you pushed yourself up to your hands and knees, Cassian was already situating himself in front of you, wings spread behind him as he stroked his cock. He smirked as he looked down at you, and that only served to send a shiver down your spine.

“You can take the gag out now, Cass,” Azriel said.

Cassian gently cupped your face as he loosened the gag just enough to slide it down to your neck. Calloused hands pinched and twisted your nipples, earning short and breathless gasps from you.

You dared to look behind you at Azriel. He still had his pants on but he was shirtless, the swirling black tattoos on his chest and climbing up his neck on full display. His shadows swarmed him in harsh, sharp motions, reflecting his feelings about your recent behavior.

Cassian grabbed your chin, forcing you to face him again. His large hand cupped the back of your head, guiding you to his red, swollen cock. You took it in your mouth, hollowing out your cheeks as you sucked languidly. He threw his head back with a groan as he rocked his hips towards your mouth. “Fuck, sweetheart, just like that.”

You felt the bed dip behind you as scarred hands gripped your waist. Cassian’s hold on your head became a little more forceful, his fingers threading through your hair. Azriel positioned himself under you, pulling your hips down so you sat on his face. You bucked as Azriel licked a long stripe up your folds then focused his tongue on your hole, swirling his tongue around before pushing it in and out. His nose rubbed against your clit with every motion as Cassian started fucking your mouth. Hands gripping the sheets, a strangled moan escaped you, muffled by Cassian’s cock, and you ground yourself down on Azriel’s face eager for more friction before he smacked your ass and pulled away.

You whimpered at the loss of contact, your pussy clenching around nothing as arousal dripped down your inner thighs.

“This is a punishment, angel,” Azriel scolds. “You take what we give you and nothing more. You don’t cum until we say you can. Do you understand?”

Cassian pulled his cock out of your mouth. “Yes, Daddy,” you gasped, desperate for them to keep touching you.

Cassian chuckled as he looked into your wide, dilated eyes. “Look at our needy girl. You’re already a mess aren’t you?”

He didn’t let you finish your mumbling before sticking his cock back in your mouth. It was salty with the taste of his pre-cum, your tongue running up and down the soft, veiny skin. Your jaw ached as you sucked him off and saliva dripped down your face onto the bed. Cheeks flushing with embarrassment you clenched your eyes shut, focusing on the up-and-down motion Cassian was guiding you in.

You nearly bit him in shock when you felt something cold touch your pussy, but he only shoved you farther down as you gagged on him. “Don’t you worry about what Az is doing back there, sweetheart. We’ve got it all under control.”

Azriel huffed a laugh as the cold, foreign object circled around your entrance. “She knows exactly what this is, don’t you, love?”

You whined and squirmed as the realization settled over you. It wasn’t unfamiliar, but Azriel rarely used it and reserved it for when you’d been especially bad. When you hadn’t earned the privilege of feeling his cock just yet. The glass dildo.

Moaning as he inserted it, you tried to refrain from sinking back on it lest he take it away. His large, scarred hand smoothed up your spine and pressed down in the center of your shoulder blades, arching your back the way he liked. Cassian picked up the pace with his thrusts in your mouth, and it was then you noticed Azriel wasn’t moving the dildo but only using the momentum of Cass’ thrusts that rocked you backward.

Your walls clenched helplessly, begging for more but being greedy would only get you in more trouble. You wanted to be a good girl. Maybe, if you behaved, he’d let you cum eventually. Azriel was relentless in the bedroom, expertly bringing you to the edge of climax only to rip it away, leaving you crying and desperate. He was the Torture Master, after all—skilled in delivering both pain and pleasure, balancing on the fine line between agony and ecstasy.

Cassian’s grip on your hair tightened, his thrusts stuttering before he grunted as his cum shot down your throat. “Oh fuck, keep going. That’s it.”

You took him deeper, swallowing every drop before releasing his cock with a pop. Azriel pushed the dildo in faster now and you moaned as your face landed on the mattress, arching your back even further. You felt yourself reaching a climax, but much to your chagrin Azriel pulled the dildo out.

He quickly flipped you over, leaving you slightly dazed as you watched him unbuckle his pants and slip them down his muscular thighs. His cock sprung free and you practically drooled at the sight of it. He smirked at you as he stroked it slowly, as if he knows how badly you want it. He grabbed your ankles and yanked you to the edge of the bed before leaning over you and blessing you with a quick, feverish kiss, then put the gag back in your mouth.

You whined and thrashed in indignation, causing Azriel to deliver a sharp smack to your thigh to end that nonsense. “That bratty mouth of yours is half to blame for the trouble you’re in,” he said.

Cassian lifted you up by the shoulders, placing you between his legs so you could lean back on his chest. You sighed and relaxed against him, going pliant as he brushed your hair to the side and kissed your neck. “Be a good girl so we can take this out,” he tapped the rubber ball sticking out of your mouth, “and then maybe you’ll be rewarded with an orgasm. You want that don’t you, sweet girl?” he whispered in your ear.

You shivered at his words but nodded. You wanted that very much. It felt as if you might combust if you couldn’t find release soon. Your pussy was throbbing, begging for someone to touch it and make you feel good.

Azriel was already on his knees on the floor in front of you when you looked up at him. He threw each of your legs over a shoulder, and he gradually licked his way up your thigh. Your eyes rolled back as he bit the supple skin of your thigh, his nails digging into the other. Between Cassian licking and nibbling at your neck, and Azriel sinking his teeth into your thighs it was a delicious mix of pleasure and pain.

You couldn’t help but watch Azriel. Shadows curled around him like living things, but the look in his eyes chilled you to the bone. Predatory, possessive, hungry. He had you spread out before him, shadows wrapping around your wrists to keep them pinned to the sheets so he had you exactly where he wanted.

“You smell so sweet,” he murmured, the warmth of his breath ghosting over your dripping pussy. The teasing flick of his tongue followed, sending tingles down to your toes.

Your hips bucked involuntarily, seeking relief, but Azriel merely shook his head. “Patience,” he chided, pressing your thighs wider apart. “You’ll take what I give you.”

A slow, torturous drag of his tongue over your aching pussy had you moaning, your fingers curling into the sheets. He groaned against you, the deep vibration making your toes curl. His tongue moved with calculated precision, tracing every sensitive spot, circling your clit before pulling away just enough to make you whimper.

“My needy little girl,” he teased, his lips brushing against your swollen skin before he sucked your clit into his mouth. The sensation sent a lightning bolt of pleasure through you, a muffled cry tearing from your throat.

His grip on your thighs tightened as he devoured you, his tongue relentless, his fingers pressing bruises into your skin to keep you from squirming away. He wanted you desperate, ruined, shaking apart beneath him.

When he slid two fingers inside you, curling them just right, you nearly sobbed.

His only response was a dark chuckle before he sucked harder, thrusting his fingers in time with the flick of his tongue. The pressure built fast, too much and not enough, your body writhing as pleasure coiled tight in your core.

“That’s enough, I think,” he said as he pulled away.

Tears streamed down your face, frustration building inside you, and if it wasn’t for the cauldron-forsaken gag you would curse him out.

Cassian tutted as he wiped away your tears with his knuckles. “Oh, poor girl. He’s being so mean isn’t he?”

You nodded, nuzzling into his neck for comfort. This was torture. Your thighs shook and you choked around the gag. Blessedly, Cassian decided to have some mercy on you and unbuckled it. You took deep, greedy gulps of air, tilting your head back on Cass’ shoulder as he ran his hands up and down your arms in an effort to soothe you.

Azriel sat next to you and stroked your jaw with his thumb. “Do you need to use your safe word?”

You shook your head, “I’m fine. Promise.”

He nodded and kissed your temple. “Go ahead and sit against the headboard, Cass.”

Cassian kissed your cheek before doing as Azriel bid. You watched his abs ripple as he got comfortable, fluffing up the pillows behind him.

Cassian met your gaze with a lazy smirk as Azriel approached behind you. The heat in his eyes sent a fresh wave of arousal through you, but it was nothing compared to the dominance in Azriel’s voice as he murmured into your ear.

“Ride him.”

Your breath hitched, your body already buzzing from the weight of his command.

“You can do that for me, can’t you?” he asked, his voice was a low rasp. One of his hands slid between your thighs, teasing, coaxing. “Be a good girl and show me how desperate you are.”

You exhaled shakily and crawled toward Cassian.

Cassian hummed in approval, his hands settling on your thighs. His pupils were blown wide with lust. “Such a good girl.”

With trembling hands, you reached for Cassian’s broad shoulders, lifting yourself just enough to sink down onto him. The stretch was delicious, Cassian groaning as you took him inch by inch. Azriel’s hands found your hips, guiding you, controlling even as you rode the other male.

“Fuck,” Cassian growled, his grip tightening on your thighs. “Look at you. So fucking perfect.”

You barely had time to catch your breath before Azriel’s hand tangled in your hair, pulling your head back so his lips brushed against your ear. “Don’t stop until I tell you.” His voice was pure sin, sending shivers down your spine. “Make him fall apart for me.”

“Yes, sir,” you whispered hoarsely.

Your nails dug into Cassian’s shoulders as you moved, moaning every time you felt his head reach your entrance. It was bliss, everything you’ve been wanting. Azriel started biting your neck and sucking on your jawline. You’d surely have marks later but that made it all the more enjoyable.

You and Cassian’s moans echoed in the room, along with the sound of your skin slapping together and the wetness dripping off of you onto his pelvis. Azriel kept his hands on your hips but you were able to take some control back as you bounced up and down.

“Feel so good,” you slurred.

You felt Azriel smile against your jaw as he nipped at the skin. “I bet our sweet girl wants to cum. What do you think, Cass?”

“I’m about to myself, it would be cruel not to let her join,” Cassian chuckled.

Azriel took the lobe of your ear between his teeth and pulled down causing you to gasp at the sensation. “Does that sound good, angel? Do you want Daddy to let you cum?”

“Please, please, please,” you chanted. It was a miracle you hadn’t already, but it only would have drawn out your punishment for longer. You had certainly learned your lesson this time and want nothing more than for Azriel to let you finish. A sheen of sweat coated your skin and your heart pounded in your chest. Your body is exhausted, muscles sore from being so tense. Pleasure coiled deep within you, winding tighter with every touch—a burning tension building to the breaking point, ready to snap and send you spiraling into bliss.

“Beg,” Azriel demanded.

You swallowed thickly, trying to soothe your scratchy throat. “Please, Daddy, please let me cum.”

“Will you be good for Cass the next time I leave?” he asked as one of his hands found your clit, circling slowly.

“Yes, yes, I will I promise.”

Azriel hummed and tilted his head as if considering. He glanced at Cassian who had his eyes clenched and head tilted toward the ceiling, like he was trying his best to wait for you.

Finally, he clicked his tongue and said, “You can cum.”

You cried out as Cassian sped up the pace, jerking his hips up to meet yours at a punishing pace before you toppled over the edge together, your pussy pulsating and squeezing his cock. You cried out as blinding pleasure coursed through you, your vision blacking out momentarily. Cassian moaned as he continued to thrust inside you, chasing every last shockwave of the same ecstasy you felt.

You collapsed on top of Cassian’s chest, his cock still inside you. You were panting, desperate for more precious air. His warm, calloused fingers stroking gently down your arms, grounding you. His expression, usually filled with teasing grins or cocky smirks, was nothing but concern now. “You okay, sweetheart?” he asked softly.

You nodded, but the exhaustion tugging at your limbs made you feel boneless, too drained to do anything but lean into him. Your breath was still uneven, your heart hammering in your chest.

Then Azriel was there beside him, brushing his knuckles over your cheek, hazel eyes scanning your face as if he could read every thought running through your mind. “You did so good,” he murmured.

Cassian started running his fingers through your damp hair and pressed a kiss to your temple.

Azriel’s touch was featherlight as he traced over your wrist—the spot where his shadows had held you. There was no guilt in his gaze, just a quiet, unwavering attentiveness. “Tell us what you need,” he said softly. “Water? Something to eat? A bath?”

It took a moment to find your voice. “Water,” you croaked.

He was up in an instant, disappearing into the en suite and returning moments later with a glass. He sat beside you again, lifting the glass to your lips and tilting it just enough for you to take slow sips. “That’s it,” he murmured, watching you closely. “Take your time.”

You gulped down the water, the chill a balm to the burning in your throat. You sighed as you finished the glass and laid your head back down on Cassian.

Azriel set the glass aside, then helped Cassian remove himself from inside you, shifting you slightly so your legs were slung over his. Azriel reached for a damp cloth, running it over your skin with tender precision. He wiped away the lingering sweat and fluids, caressing every inch of you with care.

Once he was finished, Azriel tossed the cloth onto the bedside table before pulling the blankets up over you, tucking you in before slipping beneath them himself. Cassian shifted, maneuvering you to be pressed between them as he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you against his chest. Azriel settled on your other side, his wings partially draped around you, cocooning you in warmth.

Cassian’s fingers trailed up and down your spine in slow, soothing strokes leaving goosebumps in their wake. “Do you want to talk about it now or wait?” he asked, his voice gentle.

You hesitated, then buried your face further into his chest.

“Sweetheart,” he breathed. “You’re not in trouble anymore, and you won’t be in trouble for anything you say right now.”

Azriel nodded. “He’s right. And you know it always helps to talk through it. We won’t be upset with you,” he promised.

You rolled over, eyes staring up at the ceiling as your hand found Azriel’s and he intertwined your fingers. You glanced at him then, voice cracking as you spoke. “I missed you.”

“Oh, love, I missed you too,” he frowned, then brought your hand to his lips to kiss it. “But that doesn’t mean you can just act like a brat for Cass.”

“I know, but I just..” you looked to Cassian, guilt and sadness shining in your eyes. “You were so busy, and I know it’s not your fault that you have so much to do but I was sad and lonely, and it felt like you didn’t have any time for me. At least when I acted out you paid attention to me.”

Cassian’s face fell and he cupped your jaw as he kissed you slowly. “I am so sorry, sweet girl,” he whispered. He pressed his forehead to yours. “Next time Az has to go out of town I will make sure I have more time for you. I will tell Rhys to suck if I have to.” You both huffed a laugh. “You are the most important thing to me, and it breaks my heart that you felt that way. It will never happen again,” he vowed.

Azriel tucked rogue strands of hair behind your ear. “Feel better, angel?”

You sniffled as you nodded, tears pricking your eyes.

“Aw, don’t cry, love. What’s wrong?” he asked.

“I just love you both so much and I—I’m sorry for how I behaved. I just hate it when either of you leave and I might have to lock you in here to keep you to myself,” you blubbered. Both males chuckled, squeezing you tighter between them.

“We’re here now,” Cassian assured.

“And we’re not going anywhere any time soon, Rhys’ demands be damned. I think we’re due for a mate-cation,” Azriel joked.

You let out a shaky giggle, the sound thick with tears and uneven breaths. But the weight of them, their bodies, and their reassurances grounded you more than anything else.

Azriel pressed his lips to your hair, his thumb moving in a slow, steady pattern on your hip. “You’re okay, my love,” he murmured. “Just relax.”

Cassian’s grip tightened slightly. “We’ve got you.”

You let out a slow breath, feeling the tension finally start to drain from your body. The steady rhythm of their breathing surrounded you, their warmth and scents seeping into your skin.

And as you drifted toward sleep, nestled between them, you knew that you were loved. That despite your bratty-ness, they wouldn’t leave you. And that was the most comforting thought of all.

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[emmiesoverthemoon]

that recent clip of jiyong in the suit THE ONE U REPOSTED HERE saying “great heavens” ngh it got me thinking

if u want to can u write a story for jealous kinda possessive in his gdragon personality yk, and in the end its like all fluffy and stuff and then boom jiyong comes out YOU KNOW im sorry if that was hard to understand 😞

oh u read my mind i thought the SAME THING WHEN I SAW THE CLIP… great minds think alike

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Pairing: g-dragon / kwon jiyong x reader

Word Count: 2,842

Summary: A playful act of teasing while behind the scenes of filming the 'Too Bad' music video spirals into a night of fervent passion, only to be soothed by the quiet intimacy of love—where whispered reassurances mean more than any game ever could.

Tags: too bad mv, teasing, flirting, implied sexual content, jealousy, slight hurt/comfort

cross posted on ao3 here

The studio hummed with life, a symphony of movement and sound, a feverish pulse of artistry in motion. The overhead lights blazed, casting long shadows, illuminating the polished floor where bodies twisted and turned in a carefully orchestrated dance. The bass trembled through your bones, the rhythm a second heartbeat, but none of it—none of it—commanded your attention like he does.

Kwon Jiyong, magnetic, effortless, devastatingly precise. Every movement of his was calculated yet unconstrained, a masterful paradox in silk and shadow. But it was not the choreography or his voice that was the captor of your breath, nor the music that sets your skin alight. It was him. It was the way the grey outfit molded yet also hung loosely to his frame, the sharp elegance yet casual oversized fit of it, the thick red fabric draped over the long column of his throat, a single knot of silk conducting promises of things it has no business promising. And the tie—God, the tie.

Your thoughts spiralled into places they should not go, especially in the workplace. Heat coiled in your stomach, restless, insatiable. You wanted him–needed him, all of him, and preferably still adorned in at least some of that infernal costume.

The director called it a cut, the electricity of the scene dissolving alongside their call. Jiyong murmured something to the nearby crew, his expression composed, but you knew him. You knew the subtle satisfaction in the set of his mouth, the sharp glint of artistic fulfillment in his gaze. He moved toward his dressing room, fingers already loosening the pristine knot at his throat, loosening his collar as a result. Your eyes formed a glint also, but not for the same reason–an opportunity had arisen.

You followed behind him, your footsteps light, measured, inconspicuous in the sea of movement. When you reached his door, you drummed your knuckles against the wood, your voice slipping into honey, playful and teasing.

"It’s me! Hello!!"

A soft, deep chuckle could be heard from inside the door, then, “Come in.”

The door clicks shut behind you, sealing the two of you away from the outside world. He stands with his back to you, already peeling off the first buttons of his shirt, revealing a sliver of bare skin. And there—just above the sharp curve of his shoulder blade—the wings of his angelic neck tattoo emerged from beneath the fabric, ink-dark against pale skin. 

Your breath stuttered in your throat. It was beautiful. It was him. And you want it.

Jiyong spoke, something about the scenes you had just participated in, about the next costume change, but his words were a distant murmur, drowned beneath the rush of your own pulse. You hastily crossed the space between you, slipping your arms around his waist, pressing yourself against the warmth of his back, your forehead coming to rest between his shoulder blades. You inhaled, slow, deep, drinking him in—the faint spice of cologne, the lingering salt of sweat, the familiar scent of him beneath it all, intoxicating in its entirety.

He laughed, gentle and low, the vibration of it thrumming against your cheek. “Clingy today, aren’t we?”

Your answer was wordless. You tilted your head, lips grazing the nape of his neck in the lightest whisper of contact. A shiver rippled through him, almost imperceptible, but you felt it. Feeling encouraged, you continued—delicate kisses trailing upward, then downward, a slow, deliberate exploration. When you reached the ink of his tattoo, something inside of you shifted. Your lips lingered a little longer, the kisses deeper, more reverent, more possessive.

His exhale stuttered embarrassingly. “Baby—”

His hands, which had hung useless at his sides, now found yours, gripping them where they pressed against his stomach. His fingers tightened as you continued your exploration, mouth pressing lustful heat into his skin, your breath a warm ghost of promises. You could feel his pulse quicken beneath your lips, and the muscles of his abdomen tensing beneath your palms. Just as the moment thickened further, just as his grip on your hands turned desperate about to drag them downward toward his belt—

You pulled away. Completely.

He stilled. Slowly, he turned, pupils blown wide, expression unreadable save for the unmistakable heat simmering beneath the surface.

“That,” he murmured, panting, his voice husked with something dark and wanting, “was not fair.”

You tilted your head, feigning innocence. The thrill of playing with him was too exciting. “Oh? Is that someone calling me I hear? Gotta fly!”

A muscle feathered in Jiyong’s jaw. His fingers twitched at his sides. “If you leave me like this,” he warned, “you won’t like it later.”

You form a smile so syrupy sweet and entirely unrepentant, almost knowing–wanting whatever his implication was. “Try me. See ya!”

The door closed quickly, you were gone as slyly as you had slipped in, slipping through the exit before he could touch you, before he could ensnare you in whatever delicious retribution he’s concocting.

The next scene of the music video did not require you, so you lingered at the sidelines, engaged in casual conversation with one of the male backup dancers. You could barely register the words exchanged; your mind was elsewhere, thrumming with ideas of the aftermath of your own reckless provocation, what Jiyong could possibly have in store for you. But you felt it. That weight. That heat. 

Jiyong was watching you intensely. Between takes, in the in-between moments where no one else seemed to notice, his gaze burned into you, unwavering, silent. No one paid mind to it—how? How did no one see the way he was plotting? The way his fingers curled, the way his jaw tensed, the barely leashed possession tightening his frame like a bowstring drawn taut?

Your lips curled into a smirk, you wanted to push him further. You let out a laugh, just a fraction too bright. A smile, just a smidge too wide. Subtle, but devastating in effect. You could feel the restraint in him thinning, fraying at the edges.

When the recording of the scene concluded the moment the director called it a wrap, Jiyong crossed the space in an instant, sliding into your conversation effortlessly. “Hey, what’s up?” His voice outwardly is casual, composed, but beneath it, there is something else. Something risqué.

The dancer replied excitingly, oblivious to what was brewing within him, but you know. This was no longer just Jiyong standing before you. This was G-Dragon—calculated and possessive, a predator disguising his hunger for his prey beneath a smooth smile.

He manufactured an excuse for the dancer to leave you both alone—something professional, something convincing—and the dancer nodded, bidding you farewell. When he turned away, Jiyong’s expression held no difference, but his eyes—his eyes—seared into you with quiet, lethal intent.

That look. That look he gave you could pin you to the wall.

You were in for it.

The director had called your name amongst several others as the few that were permitted to leave whenever, as the filming of your portion in the music video had come to a close. You could already feel the anticipation coiling in your stomach when you pressed a chaste kiss to Jiyong’s lips in farewell. But just as you were about to pull away, you felt him grasp the back of your neck, his grip somehow simultaneously rough and gentle, and his voice dropped an octave, brushing seductively against the shell of your ear.

“If I see you in ant items of clothing when I get home,” he purred, “it will be ripped apart. I’ll buy replacements.”

Your breath faltered. A slow, ever so consuming heat licked up your spine. 

You were utterly speechless, nodding mildly as he released you. His voice returned to normal, saccharine and adoring, “See you when I get home!”

The wait for Jiyong to be released from filming was antagonising. To look at him, anyone would be none the wiser, but you and your incessant teasing in that dressing room would not budge from his mind, he wanted to get home to you now. By the time he had finally gotten the green light to exit from the set, he was gone in an instant, the sleek hum of his car tearing through the night while probably exceeding the speed limit, each second stretching unbearably.

When he arrived home the air inside was thick with steam, curling from beneath the bathroom door in lazy tendrils, the scent of your body wash saturating the air—warm, floral, excruciatingly familiar. It clung to the walls, his skin, to the very oxygen he breathed, and to him, it was a siren’s call.

His body had moved before his mind could even form a thought, like a hunter drawn to the scent of his prey. The door creaked as he pushed it open, the sound nearly swallowed by the hiss of cascading water. The mist parted just enough to reveal the blurred outline of your form behind the glass, glistening with rivulets of heat, every curve softened by the fog.

You heard no sign of his entry at first. You were enraptured and enveloped by the sanctuary of warmth, head tipped back, water cascading down the arch of your throat, tracing the valleys and peaks of your body in a way that sparked something deeply, primally possessive within him.

The fabric of his shirt slid from his shoulders, pooling forgotten at his feet. His belt clinked as it unfastened, an abandoned artifact of his haste. By the time the glass door swung open, he was already reaching his hands, strong, deliberate, searing against the contrast of your wet skin.

A gasp, barely formed, cut off as he pulled you to him, as the heat of his body collided with yours, as his fingers splay against your back, branding you with the urgency of his need.

"Jiyong—"

But the sound of his name was swallowed between you, lost in the way his lips find the curve of your shoulder, in the way his breath scorches against damp skin. The water does little to cool the fever beneath his touch. If anything, it made the heat worse—the slickness, the slip of skin against skin, the sheer, devastating intimacy of it.

His hands tightened on the backside of your thighs and lifted with no sign of struggle. The world tilted, and suddenly, you were weightless, legs wrapped instinctively around his waist. A strangled laugh escaped you, breathless, unsteady.

"You’re insane," you whispered, but your arms were already winding around his neck, fingers threading through wet strands of hair, clinging like you never intended to let go.

A low hum vibrated against your throat, the sound edging on something dangerous, something darkly amused. "You think this is insane?" he responded, lips ghosting over your pulse, the warmth of his breath sending shivers cascading down your spine.

Unexpectedly, with agonizing precision, he unwound the tie from the costume that had lured you in the first place from around his wrist—you had not even realized that he had brought it home with him. Silky cotton glided over your skin, a whisper of constraint, looping around your wrists before you can react. His grip tightened, the smooth fabric cinching just enough to send fire licking down to your core.

Let’s just say, revenge was sweet.

After the storm had passed, Jiyong was back to Jiyong—softer, reverent, loving. The fire that once raged in his eyes has dimmed to embers, but those embers glow just as fiercely, tempered by something deeper, something achingly tender.

It was safe to say you were full of hazy bliss–you had barely registered the way he carried you from the shared bathroom, you barely felt the press of the towel he wrapped it around your shoulders and down your body to dry you from any remnants of water. His hands were careful, patient, you were something porcelain, delicate, something to be cherished. 

He tucked you against his chest, murmuring endearments, fingers carding through your damp hair. “Are you okay?” his voice was a soothing balm as he kissed your forehead.

You nodded still dazed and fading in and out of sleep. He pressed a kiss there once more. “Good.”

Jiyong smiled, padding off to make you something warm. When he returned, he settled you onto the lounge, pressing a mug into your hands before curling up beside you and turning on a show the both of you were currently binging.

Sensing a shift in atmosphere, both of the cats moved with feline intuition, their small bodies unfurling from the corners of the couch to slink into your laps. Their weight settled cozily against you, their purring was a steady, grounding, and rhythmic hum—like the soft, pulsing undercurrent of a lullaby. One nuzzled against Jiyong’s arm, its whiskers brushed against his black sleeve, but he held no reaction, odd. The other circled your legs, kneading tiny paws into the fabric of the blanket, but your focus was elsewhere.

Something was wrong.

You felt it before you saw it. In the way his chest rose and fell—just slightly uneven, the rhythm betraying the stillness of the moment. In the way his fingers traced the rim of his cup without taking a sip. In the way his gaze lingered—not on the screen, not on the cats, not on his drink, but on you. Then, just as quickly, it flickered away.

It was so subtle, so infinitesimal a shift, but you knew him. You knew him in the marrow of your bones, in the blood that rushed hot beneath your skin.

"Ji?" 

His name was a quiet call, spoken into the hush between the chatter of the television and the purring against your lap. It drifted toward him, catching on the edges of his hesitance, but he remained silent.

Your brows knitted together. Without breaking your gaze, you shifted closer, the blanket rustling as you pressed a hand to his chest—right over his heart. The beat was there, steady, but something about it felt caged. As if his body contained a rumbling too soft to break the surface, but strong enough to shake the foundation beneath.

"Are you okay, baby?"

Another pause. Then, his voice—low, hesitant. “Yeah.”

You absolutely did not believe him.

Your lips pressed together, your fingers spreading slightly over the fabric of his shirt, feeling the quiet thrum of him beneath. “Kwon Jiyong,” you scolded, holding no anger, just certainty, “please don’t lie to me.”

A slow exhale was released. A surrender.

“It’s stupid.”

You tilted your head, unwavering. “Tell me?”

A moment passed—a battle behind his eyes, a flicker of resistance, then resignation. His throat worked around the words, and when they finally came, they were softer than you expected.

“You don’t like that guy, right?”

You blinked, confused. The weight of the question was heavier than it was phrased, settling into the space between you like a stone that was dropped into a still pond.

“What guy do you mean?”

“The dancer. While I was still filming.”

For a moment, you do not speak. Your heart twisted—not in shock, not in indignation, but in something achingly tender, something fragile and utterly human. Because this was him. G-Dragon, global phenomenon, artistic genius, the man adored by millions—yet here he sat, Kwon Jiyong in his rawest, purest form, allowing something as fleeting as a passing conversation to plant a seed of doubt in his mind.

You shifted again, this time cupping his face between your hands, guiding him to you. The edges of his cheekbones fitted perfectly beneath your caring thumbs, the warmth of his skin seeping into your palms. He made no move to pull away. If anything, he leant into your touch, lashes lowering just slightly, as if bracing for impact.

“Ji,” you whispered, voice thick with care and assurance, “I am yours.” Your thumbs trace slow shapes over his skin, anchoring him to your voice. “No one else. No one could ever be as perfect for me as you are. As if I would ever let them try.”

His lips parted slightly, but no words came. Instead, his eyes searched yours, as if sifting through the syllables for any fracture, any hesitation. He found not a single one.

And then a breath, a shift. Something in him released, like the quiet collapse of tension, like a knot unspooling. His lips curved—small, a little sheepish, but real. “I love you.”

Soft kisses followed—affectionate, passionate, sweet. He pressed them over your cheeks, your nose, your lips, your hands, like he was pouring every single ounce of love he could possibly hold in his soul for you into each one. When the night ended, neither of you had made it to your bedroom, instead you drifted to a deep slumber still intertwined on that lounge, the warmth of your love wrapping you both in something safer than any blanket ever could.

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[damnfeelings09]

A.N: special thanks to the lovely @xobunni0 I love how you write my boy and futuristic lovers is a masterpiece. This one is inspired in the song E.T as well as on your work, thank you darling! I suggest you all go to her blog if you haven't already.

Also, you will find OC name here (like in other pov's of mine) but this is still an xreader ff, it's just that I dont quite like putting y/n or _____ :( sorry *Also (this is the last one I promise) english is not my first lenguage so there could be some grammar errors and so, sorry in advance!

E.T - Shadow's version

“You're so hypnotizing Could you be the devil? Could you be an angel?”

190605. You entered the code, and the door made a metallic sound before opening, revealing a second door that required voice access.

“Special Agent Dr. Moon,” you said confidently. The door opened for you. You walked into the GUN facility; floor -16 was cold and dark, the lights flickering on as you made your way to room 296. You scanned your ID and waited a few seconds before turning the handle. There, in front of you, was the hedgehog you loved so much. The ultimate lifeform was lying on the cot, tossing a ball and hitting the ceiling over and over again. His ears twitched, catching the unmistakable sound of your heels.

“Back so soon?” he said, sitting up. “Careful, doc, they’ll think you’ve lost your mind.”

“And do we care?” you smiled, standing just a few inches away from the large polycarbonate cristal like wall that separated you. You quickly raised your hand and rested it against the wall. Shadow didn’t waste any time, using his speed to reach your side in one second, placing his hand against yours.

“Your touch, magnetizing Feels like I am floating Leaves my body glowing”

You didn’t really know when or how it had happened. You had been working in GUN's medical wing for five years, initially as a field medic, until, after two years, you were promoted to Head of Medical Staff. Later, you decided to focus on Mobian medicine—not because you had much to work with, but when the opportunity arose to learn more about this fascinating species, you couldn’t refuse. At first, it was just a few check-ups for Sonic, Tails, and Knuckles, a few tests for speed and strength, samples of their fur and blood, studying their anatomy and physiology. While it wasn’t all that different from humans, it wasn’t exactly the same either. They healed faster, could endure higher levels of pain and temperatures—something that would kill an average human would only cause temporary damage to a Mobian. Furthermore, human diseases didn’t affect them, but that didn’t mean their diseases couldn’t cause a worldwide pandemic.

Eight months ago, Commander Hillsprung had tasked you with analyzing a different specimen. Something that wasn’t entirely Mobian, but also wasn’t human. In fact, no one was sure what it was—the Project Shadow, as everyone called it. At first, the project was falling apart. Despite Shadow volunteering, he didn’t agree with the tests they were putting him through. Five different people had tried to study him—scientists, physicists, even veterinarians—but he wouldn’t let anyone get close enough. He’d remove the equipment, refuse to give samples. They didn’t know what else to do. Just when it seemed like the research would fail, that’s when you appeared.

“They say, be afraid You're not like the others”

Shadow looked at you attentively. You hadn't approached him like the others, nor did you look at him the same way they did. Although he could sense the uncertainty, there was something else… curiosity, perhaps admiration? He wasn't sure, but he knew you were different. The fascination you felt for him was written all over your face, like a big, glowing sign. This allowed Shadow to lower his guard, just a little.

You spoke to him and recognized him for what he was—an equal. Over time, Shadow grew accustomed to your presence. You would arrive early, much earlier than the other agents, and have a brief conversation where you'd tell him about the findings you'd made about him. Shadow always listened with interest to everything you said, enjoying the fruit you had kindly brought him. He could hear the enthusiasm and excitement in your voice, loved the smile that appeared when you made a new discovery, and noticed how you furrowed your brow when the tests didn’t turn out as expected.

"It will work," Shadow would tell you as he followed you across the room from his side of the glass.

"And what if it doesn’t? I’ve failed the last three attempts. The component isn’t stable enough; I can’t reach your DNA. My samples are running out."

"There’s more where that came from," he remarked, shrugging in a nonchalant tone.

"I don’t want to puncture you with the needle again. Your skin heals in less than a minute, the wound has to be large enough to get a good sample, plus... I don’t like hurting you," you said, meeting his gaze.

"You’re the only one here who cares about me. I only trust you to do this. Besides, this will help me know where I come from, what I am, who I am."

When you heard him say that, something inside you broke. Shadow was alone, lost, and trusted you to help him learn everything he could about himself. Instinctively, you took his hand, intertwining your fingers through the small window where they passed his food.

"I promise I will."

“Boy, you're an alien Your touch, so foreign It's supernatural Extraterrestrial”

After that, Shadow had become dependent on you, and you on him. At first, you controlled it well, one or two stolen glances, shared smiles, the brush of your hands when you examined him, staying late to see him again, pretending you had forgotten an instrument in his room just to open the door and sit by his side, shoulder to shoulder, all to be close to him. That worked, until a speed test at the HRW training center (used to me High Range Weapons center) of GUN. A stupid agent launched rockets toward Shadow, boasting that if he truly was the ultimate lifeform, it wouldn’t be anything for him. Six heat-seeking rockets pursued Shadow across the platform as you shouted at the agent while trying to stop the missiles with the computer. "Let it go," said Commander Hillsprung. "But... but sir, Shad... Project Shadow is not ready yet, the tests are still incomplete in the lab, it’s too risky considering the new rings are inhibiting his powers even more." "If I didn’t know you, Agent, I’d think you were concerned about the... alien." You paled at his accusations. No one, especially Commander Hillsprung, could know that you were fraternizing with Shadow. "They wouldn’t understand," you thought. "N-no, sir, not at all. I just think about what’s best for the research," you said, controlling your breathing as calmly as possible. "Then let the test proceed. It’s time for the ultimate weapon to show us what it’s made of."

You couldn’t do anything but watch as Shadow jumped and ran, dodging the missiles. Yes, he was the most powerful being on the planet, heck… he was the most powerful being in the galaxy as far as you knew, but knowing that he couldn’t use all of his powers to save himself made your insides twist with dread. Shadow dodged four of the missiles with the grace and ease of a gazelle. He was fast, strong, precise. Every hit he delivered destroyed the missile without leaving a scratch. When only two missiles remained to be destroyed, Shadow stopped, standing still in the middle of the platform. A small smirk appeared on his face as he thought, "Is this all they’ve got? Pathetic." Both missiles were heading toward him, but just before they hit, Shadow leapt so high, leaving the missiles below him as they exploded into each other. You celebrated Shadow’s victory, while the high-ranking officials watched in stunned silence at what had happened. The agent who had launched the missiles had his jaw clenched so tightly that you’d swear his teeth were going to break. He was upset, no, he was furious. He was tired of that lab rat taking all the attention.

“You're so supersonic Wanna feel your powers Stun me with your laser “

You quickly made your way to the training center entrance, running towards Shadow while cheering him on for the excellent job he had done, your heart racing with excitement, overjoyed with happiness, as you extended your arms toward him. He met halfway, smiling, happy with what you had both achieved together.

“Your kiss is cosmic Every move is magic”

You enjoyed the moment so much, the warmth of your arms, that you didn’t notice when a seventh missile was launched directly at you. With no time to get both of you out of there, and without his Chaos Control to teleport, he decided to save you. It didn’t matter what would happen to him, Shadow only knew you had to be safe. He threw you a few meters away from him, your body hitting the hard ground and your head slamming against the wall. Your vision was blurry, and the ringing in your ears made it impossible to recognize anything around you. Someone grabbed your arm, shaking it, and in the distance, you heard your name, but couldn’t understand anything else. More agents ran to the left of the training room, and a stretcher passed in front of you. The next thing happened like a flash. The stretcher carried something black on it, cables and tubes surrounding a thin, small body, agents in lab coats running behind the stretcher. That’s when you reacted to what had happened. Shadow had been hit by the missile’s explosion directly in an attempt to save your life. As best as you could, you got up and ran after the stretcher, stumbling along the way. Your colleagues tried to stop you, but there was no force in the world that could separate you from Shadow.

“This is transcendental On another level Boy, you're my lucky star”

Regaining your vision, you approached the medical room where they had Shadow. His jet-black fur, once as bright as the night sky, was now covered in dirt and bloodstains. He wore a mask covering his mouth and nose, his breathing was labored, and his heartbeat irregular. “An arrhythmia” you thought. The panic and fear of losing him overtook you, but this was not the time to run off and cry; Shadow needed you. "10mg of adenosine," you requested from the nurse beside you as you searched for the IV in his arm. "Dr. Moon, you should..." she tried to persuade you. "10mg of adenosine, NOW, or we're going to lose him." After administering the medication, you noticed his heart rate normalized to 250 bpm, something normal considering his condition and the fact that we were talking about a supersonic hedgehog. "I want everyone out of the room." "But, boss..." "Didn't you hear what I said? GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!" The entire medical team exited the room. You quickly approached Shadow, took the device you always carried with you, and lowered the power of the inhibitor rings. Shadow needed to recover fast, damn it, you needed him to recover fast, and he wouldn't be able to achieve that if he was at 10% of his power.

“I wanna walk on your wavelength

And be there when you vibrate For you, I'll risk it all, all”

"You'll be fine," you said as you wiped his muzzle, removing the dirt and blood that you found along the way. Your hand rested on Shadow's cheek, it was warm, which was a good sign, right? You positioned yourself on his right side on the stretcher, counting each breath, each heartbeat. Shadow made a sound, a tiny whimper that you wouldn't have been able to hear if you weren't just inches away from his face. You quickly removed the mask from his snout, and he slowly opened his eyes, focusing his sight as if searching for something, until he saw you by his side. "Mo-mo...on?" he said, followed by a small whimper. "I'm here," you said, leaning in and bringing your forehead to his. Shadow sighed, gently stroking your cheek, relieved to see that you were alright. "You saved me," you whispered for both of you, your warm breath meeting Shadow's mouth.

“Kiss me, ki-ki-kiss me Infect me with your lovin' Fill me with your poison Take me, ta-ta-take me Wanna be your victim Ready for abduction”

You both opened your eyes at the same time, the fire making itself present in the crimson orbs of Shadow, without thinking, without planning, you succumbed to what your heart longed for and kissed him. A deep, needed, desired kiss. Your tongues dancing together a dangerous waltz, small bites on your lower lip, courtesy of his sharp canines created the perfect mix between pain and satisfaction. Your hands stroking his quills, careful not to prick you, although at this point it was the least of your worries. The monitor that Shadow was connecting to shooting at 1000 lpm while taking you by the waist sitting you in his lap. Fuck, how much he wanted this, how much he needed this. It had been a while since the looks and smiles were no longer enough for him. Shadow had dreamed of this moment more than he would admit, spending his moments fantasizing about what it would be like to taste those pink lips, what flavor they had, if they were as smooth as he imagined.

They were not, it was even better than what he imagined.

You separated ‘cause the lack of air, with your breathing agitated, choppy, just before you pulled away, Shadow took you by surprise, giving a caress, licking your cheek, causing you to blush instantly, not because you disliked, but because he had seemed so... tender.

 Shadow’s heart rate normalized again, settling on the stretcher as a reddish blush painted his muzzle. The dim light, the rise and fall of your chest, the strands of hair falling over your face, your lips red from the make out session that had just occurred.

“A goddess” thought the hedgehog. You reached out for his hand, fingers entwined, no one said a thing, it wasn’t necessary. What you felt for each other was more than enough.

“Boy, you're an alien Your touch, so foreign It's supernatural Extraterrestrial”

[animeshotsh]

Not the baby!! | Various x Kid!Reader |

Summary: You manage to enter Alastor's shield and now the Angels wants to attack you.

Warnings: off canon events - canon violence - our kid!reader its not a fighter TwT - Part of the family series - grammar mistakes

You managed to enter Alastor's shield just when it almost closed up. You knew you should not be in here, but you wanted to help you new big sister and help your Uncle and Friends!!

Of course it ended badly.

The first to notice you was Angel who got you using one hand then shooting the Angels.

"What are you doing here (Y/N)?" Angel asked desesperated getting a curious look from Husk.

"Why its Lucifer's kid here?" He shelled this getting the attention of other Angels now.

"(Y/N)?" Charlie called over with a worried tone seeing you.

"Hi Sis!!" You waved completly ignoring the upcoming Angels.

~☆~☆~☆~

Lucifer was losing his cool. He knew he should have been more careful when he told you about what was going to happen at the Hotel. He should had tought better, now you were there, trapped.

"Dont worry (Y/N) im going" he silently said wings flying quickly for you

~☆~☆~☆~

Once Adam broke down the shield Alastor was down there ready to fight him off. The problem was, you were there too. Because Angel tought the best protector for you would be him.

"(Y/N) you should move away form here" Alastor said softly making his shadow tentacle reach you to pull you away from him and Adam. "But Uncle I wanna help"

~☆~☆~☆~☆

Saddly Alastor had lost against Adam who now had you by the leg taunting you.

"Is this the failure we missed? You seem to have made some shit Friends in here, who lets a kid fight?" He asked himself only to get a bite from you as you jerked your body.

"Fuck you"

"You are going to die you little bitch" Adam responded letting you go from the high air. Tears fell down your eyes as you saw him also destroying Sir.Pentious's ship.

"I got you!!" You were suddendly in Vaggies arms who held you protective in the air.

"Vaggie watch out!!" You tried to warn her seeing another Angel coming towards her.

~☆~☆~☆~☆

Everything seemed lost. Charlie had tried to fight off Adam but could not do it. She was now hugging you, keeping you behind her with angry eyes towards the first Man.

"And now-"

A single punch was all it needed to send him flying away.

"DAD!!" Charlie and you screamed seeing the flying form of Lucifer.

~☆~☆~☆~☆~

"Oh my precious kids!!" Lucifer said once the battle ended, Adam being killed by Nifty at the end. "Never do something like that again" your dad said to you hugging you and almost crushing you.

"Im sorry dad, I wanted to help"

"Let the adults do the work kid"

~☆~☆~☆~☆

As the hotel was re made you wondered where Alastor was. Sure he could not be dead, right?

Right?

"Did you miss me little one?" A very distinct voice asked

"UNCLE!!" In a flash you were in his arms, your own tiny ones around his neck. "I thought you were dead"

Alastor eye twitched for a moment then smiled softly "it takes more than that to kill me, my kid"

"PUT MY KID DOWN, ALASTOR" a very jealous Lucifer screamed looking at him.

"Can we go to Rosie's restaurant later?"

"Yes"

"NO, you are grounded"

~☆~☆~☆~☆

"Ahh.....fuck" you cursed getting a suprised look from everyone.

"What?....im a Demon too" You said getting a laught from Angel

[weirdmarioenemies]

Name: Sea Bat (again)

Debut: Donkey Kong Jungle Beat

It has been quite a long time since our old post on Sea Bat, so long that it was known as Sea Bakky back then! How long was it? Uh it was SIX YEARS? NEARLY SEVEN YEARS AGO??? My word. Well I think we've earned the right to mention this funny slug for the second time in over six years. We can indulge.

I want to talk about Sea Bat because it is so awesome! It's so cool! This is genuinely one of the coolest things ever. We just had a whole year of Shadow the Hedgehog, but sorry! He's only the SECOND coolest character. Number one is Sea Bat, babey! This thing hells yeah! (that's my new way of saying something is really cool. No one else says it but you could start if you want)

It's really a shame that DK Jungle Beat is so slept on, not only because it is genuinely a very fun game, but because Sea Bat is such an incredible design. As the name implies, it is a variant of the typical bat enemy, but as great as bats are, you cannot expect me to give a hoot about a regular ol' bat when one of them is actually a SLUG!

Not just any slug, but a clione, a sea angel, whatever you like to call them! I like to call them Fairy Slugs, but nobody else does. They are really some of the most magical creatures in the world, fluttering about in the void of the sea... and to think that such a magical creature is a SLUG! What a wonderful planet this is!

Jungle Beat dared to ask the question: what if a clione was goth? It would go hard, is what would happen! And it did, and it does. Sea Bat is not JUST a clione with bat wings, not JUST a clione with a bit of a spooky face. It's a FLATWOODS MONSTER clione! That head-and-face-shape combo is unmistakable! Representation WIN: this marine mollusc is from West Virginia!

Just... this thing is so cool. I know I've said that before but it's so cool. And it's criminal that barely anyone knows about it! This design deserves more than to be beaten up by Donkey Kong in an out-of-character spree of violence against innocent wildlife. It should... be on a skateboard, maybe? Nothing preventing anyone from painting it onto a skateboard! Hell Yeah!

And to think, they made this sea angel monster so cool and spooky, and didn't even need to include the real thing's Nightmare Face Tentacle Eruption form. Wowee! Swimming snails can rest easy tonight!

[doctorbitchcrxft]

Another Brick In The Wall | Supernatural Series Rewrite | A doctorbitchcrxft Original | Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem! Reader

Warnings: oh lawd. all the warnings. just. all of them. please be cautious if you are a victim of sexual abuse, verbal abuse, religious trauma, or loss of a loved one. canon gore always applies. i never write anything exceedingly graphic for the sake of shock factor as i feel it is unnecessary, and if any of my content does not accurately warn its readers, please let me know

Word Count: 4005

A/N: Ugh. My heart is so full. Thank you, everyone, for reading and loving my stories. I love you. 

Fair warning: I want this season to feel like laying in bed staring at the wall in the dark wrapped in a big sweater while Preacher's Daughter plays in the background. And perhaps you’re laying on the mattress curled in a ball facing away from an estranged lover who sleeps soundly beside you. Let me know if I accurately evoke that feeling as we go along….

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“Uriel! Get your ass down here!”

“What have I said about your attitude, (Y/N),” Uriel warned, appearing behind you with the sound of flapping feathers. 

“Sorry, but this is an emergency,” you said, pacing around the dark cabin. You pointed to the television with the remote and rewound to the portion of the news covering you. 

Uriel just stared at you blankly with an eyebrow raised. 

You gave him a questioning and expectant look. “Are… you gonna help me?”

“I thought you said you were careful,” the angel droned. 

You scoffed. “I was! I mean—” you pointed to the television that you’d paused on the frame of your face— “I’ve got different hair, and you can’t see hardly any of my face, but this isn’t great that they’ve somehow connected every-fucking-thing to me!” 

Uriel sighed, clearly frustrated with you. “What do you expect me to do, then? In case you haven’t noticed, Heaven’s preparing for war. I don’t have time to handle every inconvenience for you.”

“Whoa, what?’ you asked, startled. “Heaven’s preparing for war?”

“Hell won’t exactly be thrilled about giving up their new plaything,” he replied evenly. 

You swallowed harshly at the degrading mention of your partner. “When’s he coming back?”

“I’m not at liberty to say,” Uriel answered. 

“What, why?!”

“(Y/N)—”

“No, why can’t you tell me?!” You marched up to Uriel with your finger in his face. “I’ve done so much for you fucking freaks, and you can’t tell me when he’s coming back?!” 

Uriel’s eyes hardened, and a clap of lightning caused you to jump away from him as the shadow of his impressive wings appeared on the wall behind him. 

“Okay,” you said timidly, still trying to appear tough, “I clearly pushed you a little far. I’m sorry.”

“That is your final warning, (Y/N). If you speak back to me again, I won’t be so forgiving,” Uriel stated firmly through gritted teeth. 

****

You drove to the outskirts of Pontiac, Illinois; the town where Dean was buried. You wanted to be there and lay eyes on him when he returned, and you figured it best to keep state-hopping to avoid police and prosecution. 

Much to your surprise, the small little town you’d laid Dean to rest in was completely abandoned. The gas station nearby looked like it had been ransacked, and all of its windows had been completely busted up.

‘What happened here?’ you thought. With your heart in your throat, you approached the little wooden cross Sam had fashioned to mark Dean’s grave and saw a human-sized hole that seemed to have been dug from the inside out. Your body shuddered in relief: Dean was alive! It was then you noticed the perfect circle of trees that had been blown over and away from Dean’s grave. There was no doubt in your mind that that angel Uriel had told you about had something to do with this. You wondered if it was an angel you’d heard of before or found a vessel for. 

You took your phone out of your pocket and found it without reception. 

‘Definitely an angel, then,’ you thought. 

How familiar you were becoming with angels was beginning to frighten you a bit. If only your mom could see you now. A smile crossed your face at the thought.

Even with as complicated a woman as your mother was, you loved her with all of your heart. She never occupied much of your thoughts; the memory of her was far too painful. With all the angel business recently, though, you were thinking of her more and more. 

You thought of the times she’d bandage your bruised knuckles when you’d used the tree outside your motel room as a punching bag to get out all of your frustrations. You thought of her teaching you to read and write, and the way she’d hum while she brushed your hair. You’d grimace and tell her she was tugging too hard, but now, you wished you had just one more lazy morning with her listening to her quiet song. 

She would tell you that god had a plan for your life and to unload all of your sorrows on him. So, you did. You would pray every night for him to take your suffering away; ‘please, god, I want this to be over.’ And it never was. Each new day brought another round of watching Steven, another round of training, or another fight with your father where your mother stood idly by. You felt trapped in an endless cycle. You felt god had abandoned you. 

Now, knowing for sure that all of that was in his “divine plan,” you pitied your mother. Maybe she really believed that god was going to save her and her children. Maybe she really believed that her first commitment was to her partner, and the Catholic doctrine taught that she shouldn’t divorce him. She never spoke much to you about her thoughts on your father’s treatment of you and Steven, but her actions demonstrated that whether she believed he was right or not, she would stand by him. The day you realized your mother loved her religion more than she loved you was the day you lost all faith in god.

****

You knew it wasn’t safe for you and Dean to be around each other. You knew you’d only be endangering the brothers and undoubtedly, Bobby, if you started running with them again. Everything in you screamed at you to go to Dean, but you fought yourself every step of the way. 

Instead, you tried to focus on nailing down their location so you could be sure to stay as far away as possible. Bobby’s number was the only one to remain reachable, so you tracked his. They were still in Pontiac, which meant you needed to get away fast. One last time, you went to the grave site where you’d buried Dean, his amulet feeling heavy around your neck.

Suddenly, you heard wings flapping behind you. “What do you want, Uriel?” You didn’t even bother to turn around.

“I see you’re in better spirits than I left you,” the angel answered.

“That’s not what I would call it,” you said. “Let’s skip the pleasantries, okay? I feel like we’ve progressed far beyond that in our relationship.” You turned to face the angel, who looked stoic as ever. 

“I have another job for you,” Uriel explained. 

You scoffed. “What? Dean’s out. I’m done now. I’ve got enough goin’ on with the feds on my tail.”

“You are done when I say you are,” Uriel asserted. “You are not done.” 

You suppressed an eye roll, knowing it wouldn’t get you far with him. None of the angels enjoyed your petulance; it was in your best interest to simply follow along. “What can I do for you?” 

“What you’ve always done,” the angel responded simply.

You hung your head low, glaring at the ground. “Uriel, I gotta be honest, man,” you sighed. “I’m exhausted. These guys you have me tearin’ to shreds are innocent.” “It is a test of their faith, (Y/N),” Uriel explained. 

That caught you off-guard. “What?” you breathed out. 

“What, you thought you were our first step? There is a process,” he replied. 

“And you decided to tell me that now?!” you questioned angrily. 

“It wasn’t important for you to know at the time,” Uriel answered simply. “You didn’t need all the details.”

“And why do I need them now?” 

“Because you’re beginning to doubt,” the angel stated. “I have no room for that. We are on a strict timeline.” 

You bit the inside of your cheek. “So, what, you guys ask politely, and then, you use me?” you asked. 

“No, child. We each approach our vessels independently. We allow them an escape from their problems. And we demonstrate to them that their faith will be tested. That’s where you come in,” he explained. 

“I still don’t understand,” you shook your head. “Why not just ask ‘em to kill their only sons up on a mountain, or something?” 

“Primitive,” Uriel dismissed. “And not a strong enough test of their faith. The body endures much when possessed by an angel. At any moment, the angel can be forced out. The pain you inflict acts as a vetting process of sorts. If they can endure whatever you’ve put them through and remain faithful, we won’t have to worry about our vessels betraying us.”

You allowed yourself a moment to process that information. “That’s fucking crazy, you know that, right?”

“You are lucky I have grown a tolerance to your sharp tongue. Zachariah would have cut it out.” 

When you looked back up from the ground, the angel was gone. 

****

That evening as you drove out of Pontiac, you heard the ringing in your ears again. Your head whipped to the right, and you thought, ‘Castiel.’

A man with dark hair and sculpted features was watering his garden while a blonde-headed child rode her scooter around the driveway. 

“Oh, god,” you muttered to yourself. ‘This poor bastard.’

Suddenly, you realized what name you’d heard: Castiel. Your mother’s favorite of the angels. The one she prayed to when she wanted him to give your father the gift of temperance. 

Anger and hurt boiled in your shattered heart. Tears swam in your eyes as you realized that even the angel your mother felt such a close personal connection to never cared. This was a worse reality than you could have ever imagined: he was real, god was real, and angels were real; and yet, none of them cared. 

To make matters worse, a girl was going to grow up without a father because of you. A girl with a seemingly kind and doting father was going to mourn the rest of her life because of you. Your mind and body no longer felt like your own. If Heaven wanted you for their brutal crusade, you were to comply. All you had become was an inconsequential weapon; a means to achieve an end. What would happen to you when Heaven no longer had a use for you? 

The anxiety that clawed at your chest when Dean was gone hadn’t subsided even though he was back. Uriel insisted that he was no longer giving you the nightmares, but they would persist now and again anyway. And on days where you didn’t dream of Dean, you dreamt of the pain you inflicted. You could no longer recognize yourself. Quite literally, you had become a shell of the person you were. Your skin lacked color and plumpness. The life had been completely drained from your eyes. 

More than just not wanting to drag Dean into your troubles with the law, you would be embarrassed to see him. In truth, you weren’t proud of the person you’d become. 

You thought that saving Dean would make you feel whole again. Admittedly, a stupid and naive thing to think, but you were convinced it would help you feel like yourself again. In actuality, you just felt more anxious. You knew that Dean and Bobby had been searching for— and probably found— Sam and would now be turning that attention to you. 

It wasn’t that you never wanted to see Dean again; that was so far from the truth. You just wanted to see him when you were ready. If you had it your way, when you gained a little weight back, had some color in your cheeks, and were completely out of the law’s sights.

For now, though, Jimmy Novak was your project. Castiel had already been testing him, and he was teetering on the edge of ready to give you a “yes.” 

You’d found a location to carry out your task at. It was an abandoned house nestled in the trees about two miles past Dean’s grave. Perfectly remote, especially now since the surrounding town had been wiped off the map by the angel; you just needed to get Jimmy in the trunk of your car. 

His wife brought their daughter to dancing on Tuesday nights, and you knew that was your window of opportunity. As anxiety-inducing as kidnapping should be, it was one of the only times you felt calm. That frightened you a bit, but you assumed it was due to the repetitive nature of your new version of hunting. As much as you hated to admit it, you were good at what you did. 

****

To soothe your complicated feelings toward your current situation, you hummed “Laughing on the Outside” by Bernadette Carroll to yourself on a loop while you waited for Jimmy to wake up. When he finally began to stir, you steeled your nerves and stopped your song. 

“Mornin’, sunshine,” you said. 

Immediately, he began to struggle. “Wh— What is this? Who the fuck are you?!”

“Look,” you sighed. “Relax, okay? Nothin’ bad’s gonna happen to you as long as you do what I say.”

“What the fuck—?!”

“Hey, Jimmy—” his head snapped to face yours when he heard you say his name— “I know Castiel has been reaching out to you; testing you.”

The man stopped struggling. “How— How do you know that?”

“All you have to do is say ‘yes.’ Just let him possess you, okay?” you urged. 

“Are you out of your mind?” he panicked. 

“Listen, buddy, you’re the one who believes there’s a giant man floating around in the sky. Which one of us is really out of their mind?”

That seemed to silence him. You gave him a moment to think. “What do I have to do?” he asked. 

“Wait, really?” you scoffed. “You’re makin’ it that easy for me?”

“I mean, I guess,” he replied. “Castiel said something about being tested. I, uh— I guess this is it.”

You nodded. “Damn. You’ve got way stronger faith than any of the other poor guys I’ve dealt with. Nice to meet you, Jimmy.”

He looked at you, confusion written all over his face, before he looked toward the sky in awe. Then, Castiel took over his body. His eyes flashed a brilliant blue, and he easily broke out of the ropes you had his hands bound with. 

As soon as you could tell the man in front of you had changed to Castiel, tears filled your eyes. 

Castiel seemed confused. “Why are you upset, (Y/N)? You’ve done great work.”

“Don’t fucking talk to me,” you said firmly, turning away from him. 

The angel sighed. “This is about your mother, isn’t it?”

You tried to stifle your cries so you could answer him. “You— You knew she was praying to you? You knew she needed help?” You spun back around to him, angry. “You knew I needed help?!”

Castiel nodded. “I did.”

“And you did nothing?” you scoffed.

“I don’t meddle in human affairs, (Y/N),” he replied evenly. 

“Then what fucking purpose do you serve?” you pressed, your voice rising. 

“I serve Heaven, not humanity. I’m a soldier. You have clearly misunderstood the faith entirely,” Castiel told you firmly. 

You threw your arms out to the side in frustration. “So why now? Why are all of you here?” 

“Something is coming. I am not at liberty to reveal what—”

You cut him off. “All of you fucking angels and your secrecy—”

“—And you should mind the way you talk to me.” He continued to talk over you. “Just as easily as I took Dean out of Hell—”

You couldn’t help yourself. “—God, I am so tired of having to listen to what you freaks say just because you have the biggest metaphysical dicks—”

“—I will throw you back in his place!” Castiel finished. 

Your mouth snapped shut. You knew he would make due on that statement if necessary; you were completely disposable to beings that have existed for millions of years. By the time you raised your gaze from the ground, Castiel was gone. 

****

Your world view was crumbling. Anxiety constantly filled you, leaving you feeling burdened with knowledge you never wanted of the afterlife and the truth behind “god’s plan.” It was becoming more and more clear to you that the only purpose humans served was to stand between Heaven and Hell like Job in the Bible; a man tortured by the devil to prove his faithfulness to the lord. 

With your heart in your throat, you ditched the car you’d kidnapped Jimmy Novak in and began the long walk through the night to the next one you could hotwire. When you made it out of the woods, you walked through a neighborhood you were hesitant to steal from given the many security cameras surrounding almost every house. And so, you continued to the main road. You stopped in your tracks when you saw that familiar Impala across the street from where you were standing. Heart thumping, you made your way to the side of the diner and peeked through the blinds. To your surprise, Sam was there— with a woman, at that. Everyone else in the diner was lying on the floor with blood drying around their eyes. 

‘What are you doing, Samuel?’ you thought. ‘Wait, where’s Dean?!’ If the Impala was there, Sam must’ve snuck out. Either that, or he was with Bobby. Pinning down his exact location wasn’t a true concern of yours, you simply wanted to ensure that you were as far away from them as possible. 

Sam, though, was concerning you. Who was he with? Who were the people in the diner? Had the dark-haired woman across the table from him caused this? All of these questions, you knew you couldn’t get the answers to. It was dangerous for you to be there as it was. And so, you hotwired a car parked around the back of the building and sped off into the night. 

****

You drove well into the next morning with no particular destination in mind. Naturally, your thoughts turned to Dean. What did he think you were up to? Did he feel like you abandoned him? God, you hoped not. If only he knew that everything you had done these past four or five months had been for him. 

Still, an uncomfortable feeling clawed at your chest. You remembered what he’d told you when you tried to torture that demon before he went to Hell. He was angry. He told you never to do something like that for him again. And yet, here you were. 

At this point, motels would be considered a luxury to you. You frequently opted to sleep in whatever car you’d stolen to help you evade any security cameras in the motel lobbies. Each and every move you made had to be carefully calculated, especially now that a ninth man had gone missing by your hand. 

From this moment forward, you knew you would be on the run. Life— and hunting, by extension— was going to become infinitely more difficult. Maybe this would be when you left it all behind. Maybe you’d live out the rest of your days with only a cat and some horrendous rom-coms to keep you company. As much as it hurt you, the chances of you seeing Dean again were growing slimmer and slimmer. 

After catching a few hours rest in the parking lot of a laundromat, you went inside to wash the few clothes you had with you. You always kept your head down, hood on, and sunglasses across your face. Sure, it was a bit suspicious, but you had to keep your identity concealed as well as you possibly could. Who knew what the authorities had discovered about you thus far? You couldn’t risk them gathering any further details on you. 

With that in mind, you cast a glance up at the television in the corner that was playing the local news. As you predicted, Jimmy Novak’s picture was displayed. Thankfully, they hadn’t identified you as a suspect— yet. Perhaps you were being a bit paranoid; Pontiac was far from the other kidnappings. Then again, the angels had selected people that were states away from each other, and they’d connected them in some kind of way.

With your clothes back in hand, you headed to the bathroom to brush your teeth and wash your face. 

‘What have I become,’ you thought, jokingly mocking yourself. Then, Uriel appeared behind you. You were long past startling at his sudden visits and simply sighed. “What’s up, Doc?”

“Where are you going?” he asked. 

“Uh—” 

“I have not permitted you to leave Illinois.”

“Oh, sorry, Your Featheriness, I didn’t realize I had to file paperwork with you when I go on a road trip,” you scoffed, putting your hygiene products back in your duffel bag. 

Uriel was clearly not appreciating your tone. “Go back to Pontiac. Trail the Winchesters. Or join them; matters not to us.”

Your heart dropped. “What, why?!”

“No matter what, they stay alive. They are the priority; even if it costs your life,” he explained flatly. 

Eyes wild, you rambled, “Wait, dude, what the fuck are you talking about? I’m gonna drag them into my FBI disaster if I do that—!”

“There is no room for argument,” Uriel stated. “I’ll send Zachariah the next time you talk back. I have tired of your insolence.”

Your lip trembled, anxiety flooding your body at the thought of potentially putting the boys in harm’s way. “Uriel, please, tell me what’s going on—” 

“That is not for you to know, child,” he answered dryly. 

“I thought you were done with me,” you pleaded, tears streaming down your cheeks. “Please, I did what you asked!”

“And now, we need you to do something more.” His tone was disdainful. “I didn’t take you for the emotional kind. Then again, you humans are all the same.”

Your heart was shattering in your chest. If Dean caught you tailing them, he’d be so angry. He’d immediately question why you hadn’t shown up as soon as he came back from Hell, and he’d be so hurt. Would he feel betrayed? If you were honest with yourself, you would in that situation. Even just the thought of hurting him so bad was causing a pit to form in your stomach. “Uriel, please, don’t make me do this,” you begged. 

The angel’s expression hardened further; if that was even possible. “How many times do I have to tell you that argument is futile? You will do as I say, or Dean will suffer the consequences; seeing as our punishments don’t scare you.”

Whether he was bluffing or not, you didn’t care. You couldn’t stand the thought of Dean being hurt again because of you, and Uriel knew exactly how to get you to comply. It pissed you off that an angel of the lord would blackmail you and that you were so willing to potentially hurt yourself to protect Dean. Everything about your situation made you hurt, and you couldn’t even reach out to the one person you needed most for help. 

“So, I just—” you tried to collect your courage, swallowing a lump in your throat, “stay away until they need help? Then, what? Do I disappear again?”

Uriel nodded. “If that’s how you wish to do things. This is your purpose, (Y/N). This is god’s plan for you.”

You laughed coldly, tears falling once more. As much as you wanted to scream mockeries at the sky, you knew better than to do that in front of Uriel. “Fine.” 

That was all he needed to hear. After your acceptance, Uriel was gone.

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[spookiifi]

Yandere!Alt Gabriel Headcanons

I'm putting these under the cut since they border on n$fw themes and some mild gore.

- Gabriel's cold heart had a place for you to fit right in.

- Little by little, he'd grow closer to you. A guardian angel soon turned into obsession

- Whether it was his wings pulling you closer or his grip tightening on your waist. He always kept his hands somewhere on your body.

- His visits became more frequent. He took notice of every outfit, the way you styled your hair.

- "I'm merely protecting you, dove. We wouldn't want anything bad to happen now, would we?"

- Gabriel would make you his. No one was allowed to touch you but him.

- There was one incident where a stranger made you laugh, and he instantly took notice from the shadows.

- Oh no, that just wouldn't do. He was the only one that could make you feel good

- The next day, that person's missing poster was glued to the wall of the police station.

- "Where are you going today, love? Mind if I join you?"

- "Your hair's styled perfectly. It looks so soft and healthy."

- We're those hearts in his eyes?

- "You know I'd do anything to make you happy." Gabriel smiled, his gaze never leaving yours.

- Don't even think that he doesn't about you when he's away. He pictured your soft neck, holding your waist and moving further down until...

- Gabriel fantasized about the day you finally confessed your love for him. As if you hadn't already.

- "Gabe, have you seen my Ghost t-shirt?" "Can't say I have. Sorry."

- The bastard secretly has it, using it as a pillow case.

- He was made to be yours.

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[azrielslightintheshadows]

ooh could i request one where the reader drinks something which unknowingly causes her to de-age into a toddler. of course, everyone is taken aback by this and it startles toddler!reader, causing her to cry.

the IC all dote on the reader, trying to make them happy or go to sleep etc. and toddler!reader is equally clingy, loving the attention but scared by the situation. however, she is especially clingy to her mate (any of the batboys) who feels smug about this (or, in the alternative, she is especially clingy to everyone but her mate aw).

no smut please, only fluff (platonic when the reader is a toddler!) and maybe a sprinkle of angst :) ty <3

De-aging potion.

Inner circle x f!Reader (Mate; Azriel)

Warnings; swearing.

Masterlist.

I don’t really know why but I believe Azriel is the best choice as a mate in this. He is so quiet and dark, it definitely serves the purpose of the story. This was hard to write, I hope it's good!

Reader at first doesn't recognize them but I use their names because I don't want to make it confusing.

“Don’t touch this, girl” Amren snapped as you traced your fingertips over a jar.

“Sorry” you mumbled sheepishly.

You, Amren and Cassian were searching for a special herb that would help Feyre with pregnancy pains as the baby’s wings grew.

You were currently in a small cottage right outside of Velaris. The witch who agreed to help glanced at you and offered you a mischievous smile.

“Such a curious girl” she smirked.

You didn’t reply, her whole attitude made you feel uneasy, and you suddenly regretted not taking your mate Azriel with you.

“This one.” The witch said and gave Amren a jar. “Are you sure it will help?” the ancient one asked.

“Are you questioning my abilities dear?”

Cassian glanced at you worriedly, you both knew that the two creatures would turn this meeting into a battlefield if you didn’t step in now.

“I think we’re done here.” You cleared your throat. The tension made your mouth dry, and you winced as you swallowed.

“Here take this.” The witch smiled. She noticed your reluctance and sighed “It’s just water”.

You took the cup from her and gulped down the water before sending her a thankful look and following the others.

“Let’s get the fuck out of here” Cassian shuddered and opened his arms to pick both you and Amren up and fly away.

A wicked laugh rang, and the cottage turned into mist.

“What the fuck?” Cassian exclaimed.

“I-I don’t feel good” you stuttered and stumbled backwards.

“Y/n!” Amren gasped and moved closer.

You felt like your intestines were rearranging themselves and suddenly a bright light emerged from your skin. You landed on your butt and gaped at them.

“Mother’s tits!” Cassian exclaimed while Amren paled.

You flinched at the scream and burst into tears.

“Shut up idiot you’re scaring her! We must take her back to Velaris. Now!” Amren hissed. “Come here sweet girl, we will take you home” she said softly and opened her arms.

You sniffled and pushed yourself up, stumbling into her and wrapping your arms around her neck.

Cassian picked both of you up with a frown and shoot up making you yelp and giggle.

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“We have a problem!” Cassian shouted as you landed on a balcony. Your eyes watered and Amren slapped the back of his head.

You walked into a big dining room where several people were sitting. Everyone’s eyes fell on you and confusion filled their features. Only a male narrowed his eyes and then paled.

“Who’s that sweet girl?” Feyre cooed. “Uhm.. yeah that’s the problem” Cassian scratched the back of his head.

“It’s y/n” Amren rolled her eyes.

Everyone gasped and stared at you with wide eyes making you gasp too and start crying. “Not again” Amren groaned.

“Az” you cried out not sure what that meant but your mind seemed to work on its own accord.

The male who had narrowed his eyes got up and approached you with a worried expression. You peeked from Amren’s neck and stretched your arms to him.

“I’ve got you angel” he said softly and engulfed you in his arms. His shadows shot up and started rubbing your back soothingly. You hummed and hid your face in his neck.

“What happened?” Rhysand asked.

“The witch offered her some water and then this happened.” Amren explained.

“Why didn’t you call me?” Azriel growled “I would make her reverse it!” “Why didn’t we think about that?” Cassian said sarcastically “Oh I know, because she fucking disappeared?”

“Don’t speak like that in front of a child” Feyre gasped.

“She’s not a child!” Cassian exclaimed.

“Please stop” you whispered and Azriel tensed.

“It’s okay angel” he murmured and kissed your head.

You couldn’t understand what was happening to you, it felt like you were trapped inside your mind, seeing everything that was happening but unable to react. You wanted to scream “I’m here!” but your body and brain worked on their own, leaving you helpless.

“I will ask the priestesses to search every book. Maybe we can find a way to reverse it.” Rhysand spoke and got up. The noise making you peek at him. He noticed your curious eyes and grinned. “Hi sweetie” he cooed, and you giggled stretching your arms at him.  Azriel growled but let you cling to Rhys not wanting to make you feel uncomfortable.

Rhysand bounced you on his hip making you giggle. “I’m practicing for our baby” he told Feyre and she smiled.

“Let’s go to the library” he said and started walking away. You noticed a few shadows trailing after you and you made grabby hands at them.

The action made Azriel smile and puff his chest making everyone groan and roll their eyes. When you lost them from your sight you glanced at Rhys and your bottom lip trembled.

“What is it sweetie?” he asked.

“Az” you mumbled, and a few tears escaped. The shadows darted away.

“You want Az?”

You nodded and in a blink Azriel appeared at the end of the hall, marching towards you.

“Come here babygirl” he cooed and grabbed you.

You returned in the dining room.

“What are we going to do about this?” Nesta sighed.

“I guess we keep her happy and safe until we find a solution.” Azriel said and took a seat placing you on his lap. “Honey… even though I love that you are clinging to me, it’s kinda weird to have you on my lap.” He cringed and gave you to Nesta.

Cassian turned to him in confusion “Why?”

Azriel rolled his eyes “She is my mate, sitting on my thighs feels wrong now.”

“Oh yeah” The warlord nodded.

“You’re so cute” Nesta cooed and grabbed your hands making you clap and giggle.

“What do toddlers eat?” Feyre asked.

“I have no idea” Nesta shrugged.

“Probably soft food” Elain joined the conversation and smiled sweetly when you looked at her. “I’ll make her something.” She got up and left.

You squirmed in Nesta’s hold and she frowned “I think she is getting bored guys.”

Cassian’s eyes filled with amusement “I think Uncle Cass has the solution” he boomed.

“You’re not her uncle” Azriel groaned.

Cassian shushed him and picked you up.

“Hey sweet girl wanna fly?” he asked you and you nodded eagerly.

The gentle giant raised you above his head in a lying position and ran around the table, throwing you up and catching you again every now and then. You kept laughing and screaming and kicking your feet.

“Food’s ready!” Elain chirped and entered the room with a plate filled with vegetables and small pieces of chicken.

She took a seat and Cassian placed you on her lap with a kiss on your head.

“Open your mouth sweetheart” she cooed and brought the fork on your lips. You shook your head and hid your face on her shoulder.

“What if I tell you a story while you eat?” she offered making you peek at her. “You like the idea?”. You nodded and she smiled.

“Okay there once was a girl named y/n….”

Everyone gaped at her as you started eating.

“I think we found something” Rhys entered the room with a book in hand.

You couldn’t hear what they said, your body was completely mesmerized by Elain and her story.

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“What did you find” Azriel asked.

“She probably gave her this potion, I can’t find anything else that would cause this to happen except some spells” Rhys replied.

“No it wasn’t a spell” Amren spoke.

The shadowsinger looked at her helplessly “are you sure?”

“Yes boy I know how spells work.” She snorted.

“If it's indeed this potion, then it will pass tomorrow morning. She'll most likely wake up as her grown self.” Rhys explained and Azriel sighed in relief.

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

“Azzie” you screeched, interrupting their conversation and making him smile.

“Yes angel?” “Love you” you gave him a toothy grin and he blushed.

“Aww look at him getting all shy because of a baby” Cassian cooed, and one shadow smacked his head “Ouch”.

“Okay time to sleep little one” Rhysand said and Azriel picked you up.

“No” you shouted.

“You have to sleep sweetie and tomorrow you will be a big girl” Your mate said excitedly.

“No!” you cried out and started squirming in his arms. “Y/n!” he yelled, and you gaped at him. “I said its time to sleep.”

Your eyes watered and his face softened.

“Come on angel” he pleaded.

“Nesta” you cried out and pushed him away trying to get to her.

“I’m here sweetheart” she replied and took you from him.

Azriel frowned and stared at you. “Mean” you told Nesta and pointed at him. “I know” she nodded “Let’s go cuddle”.

You waved goodbye to everyone and Nesta carried you in her room.

She lied next to you, and you rested your head on her chest, her heartbeat lulling you to sleep.

At some point during the night, you saw the witch staring at you in your dream.

“That’s what curious girls get. Next time think before you touch my jars.”

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

You woke up with a groan, feeling like your head was going to explode.

“Good morning” Nesta chuckled, and you gasped.

“I’m in your bed” you said and glanced around.

“Yup” she smiled.

“Please tell me that everything was a dream” you whined.

“Nope”

“Cauldron” you breathed.

The door opened and everyone walked inside.

“She’s back” Cassian shouted, and everyone laughed.

You slowly got up and walked to your mate, hugging him and pressing your cheek on his chest.

“I thought I was mean” he teased you and you hummed.

“You’ll never stop teasing me huh?”

“Nope” everyone exclaimed simultaneously making you groan.

[anonymousewrites]

Nature of the Human Soul (Book 1) Chapter Ten

Platonic! Hazbin Hotel x Teen! Reader

Father Figure! Alastor x Teen! Reader

Chapter Ten: Deals and Darling Overlords

Summary: After a disastrous meeting with Heaven, Alastor offers Charlie a solution to the extermination problem. (Y/N) meets a new overlord.

            The portal to Heaven opened up again, and everyone looked at it expectantly. Charlie and Vaggie stepped through, one after the other. Instantly, everyone frowned. Charlie was refusing to look at Vaggie, and Vaggie looked uncomfortable and gazed at Charlie sorrowfully.

            “What the fuck happened you two?” asked Angel, as tactless as ever.

            “The, uh, meeting with Heaven didn’t go well,” said Vaggie quietly.

            “What?” said Husk, frowning.

            Charlie crossed her arms, looking down. “The extermination is still coming, and Adam is coming for the hotel first.”

            “He’s what?” said (Y/N), blinking.

            “And I just discovered I’ve been lied to,” said Charlie sadly.

            “Charlie—” Vaggie reached out.

            “You should have told me!” said Charlie.

            “Uh oh,” said Angel, looking between them.

            “I wasn’t sure how to,” said Vaggie.

            “You were an exorcist!” said Charlie. She turned away. “And you didn’t say anything to me.” She ran up the stairs before anything else could be said.

            Vaggie looked down sadly before glancing up. She cringed as she felt the weight of everyone’s eyes on her.

            “You were an exorcist?” said Husk, narrowing his eyes.

            “I was,” admitted Vaggie. “But I…I stopped. I couldn’t hurt someone, and I was punished for it.” She touched her missing eye for a moment. “I don’t regret it, though. The exorcists…they’re in the wrong.” She looked at the group. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell anyone. I wasn’t sure how. But I swear, I’m here to protect you and help you. You’re my friends.”

            “…Okay.” (Y/N) nodded.

            “Okay?” repeated Vaggie.

            “I believe you. I don’t think you’d still be here if you didn’t really believe in Charlie and the hotel,” said (Y/N). “So I believe that you know you were in the wrong as an exorcist.”

            Husk shrugged and crossed his arms. “You’re intense and mean as fuck sometimes, but you’re not that bad.”

            “I agree!” said Pentious.

            “I guess you’re fine, toots,” said Angel. “And who hasn’t done some bad stuff? We’re in Hell for a reason.”

            Vaggie smiled slightly. She was still accepted.

            “So, like, where are your wings?” Niffty went straight to her own curiosity.

            Vaggie deadpanned. “Niffty, I don’t have—”

            “Did you ever think maybe she’s sensitive about her lack of wings, just like her lack of tits?” snickered Angel. He was right back to making fun of Vaggie.

            “Yeah. Where are your tits?” said Niffty, attempting to look down Vaggie’s shirt.

            Vaggie sighed, back to being annoyed by everyone. “Any other questions?”

            “I got one.” Husk had settled in a chair with a drink. “How come every time Charlie talks to Heaven we get in deeper and deeper shit?”

            “It’s not her fault,” said Vaggie. “Angels are just—”

            “Jerks?” suggested (Y/N).

            “—difficult,” said Vaggie. “But Charlie’s trying her best.”

            “That’s turning out real well right now,” muttered Husk.

            “And what is Miss Fearless Leader doing? Is she running away from the situation? Should we be doing that?” said Angel. “Or is it time for another ‘doomed-to-fail’ plan?”

            “She’s coming up with something, I’m sure,” said Vaggie. She frowned. “In our room. Alone.”

            No one noticed Alastor melt into the shadows.

            “What could she possibly be coming up with this time?” said Husk. “The exorcists are coming sooner than ever. They’re coming for us. There is no way to fix this.”

            “I’m sure there is,” said Vaggie. “We just haven’t found it yet.”

            “I have a question,” said (Y/N).

            “What?” said Angel.

            “Does no one ever fight the angels?” they asked, twirling a vine around their finger.

            “Angels can’t be harmed. They can give us our final deaths, and we can’t do shit to them,” said Angel, rolling his eyes.

            (Y/N) frowned. “So we’re just supposed to sit here and die?”

            “That’s what Heaven wants,” growled Husk.

            “That’s super shitty,” said (Y/N).

            “Life is shitty,” said Angel. “And the afterlife.”

            “At leassst our sssituation can’t get any worssse,” said Pentious.

            On cue, a green light enveloped the entire hotel. Voodoo symbols glowed on the roof, and magical energy hummed in the air, ominous and foreboding.

            “No, no!” shouted Vaggie worriedly, running upstairs towards her and Charlie’s room.

            (Y/N) didn’t waste a second and ran up after her, determined to understand what was going on. They arrived at the hotel room a moment after Vaggie. The green light had subsided, and Alastor was walking out with a self-satisfied grin.

            “Ah, (Y/N), perfect timing,” said Alastor. “You and I are running an errand with Charlie.”

            “What happened in there?” asked (Y/N), frowning.

            “Just a little deal-making,” said Alastor cheerfully. He tapped (Y/N)’s head with his cane lightly. “Now turn that frown upside-down. We’re never fully dressed without a smile, remember?”

            “Right, right,” said (Y/N), putting on a smile.

            “Good,” said Alastor, leading the way downstairs.

            “What errand are we running?” asked (Y/N).

            “Exorcists can be killed with angelic weapons,” said Alastor.

            I knew there had to be a way to fight back, thought (Y/N).

            “We need numbers to fight, so that’s what we’re going to get,” said Alastor. His grin widened and became genuine. “We’re visiting an old friend of mine.”

            (Y/N) was about to ask if this friend would cause trouble like Mimzy, but Charlie’s voice cut through, first.

            “We have a job to do.”

            Alastor and (Y/N) turned to see Charlie emerging from her room.

            She looked back at Vaggie. “You with us?” Charlie didn’t wait for an answer and turned away. “Are you ready, Alastor?”

            “Of course,” said Alastor. “And (Y/N) is coming with us.” He neglected to mention he had decided they were.

            “Let’s go,” said Charlie, nodding firmly.

            It was time to start the preparations for one of the biggest fights of their afterlives.

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            (Y/N) glanced at the sign saying “Cannibal Town” as they walked with Charlie and Alastor in. They really shouldn’t be surprised, it was Hell, but they learned and saw new things every day in the afterlife.

            Speaking of learning new things, (Y/N) was learning about Charlie’s current relationship issues as she rambled.

            “Three years,” groaned Charlie. “Three years I’ve been sharing my life with her. And I tell her everything. My hopes, my dreams, my insecurities, my embarrassing habits. What fucking deodorant I like. And she keeps something like this from me. Why would she lie for so long? Does she think I wouldn’t accept her? What about me, me, says un-understanding…misunderstanding? Disunder—wait, where are we?”

            “Cannibal Town!” said Alastor brightly. “There’s a friend of mine I think you two should meet.” He linked arms with Charlie and (Y/N) and escorted them towards an emporium.

            “In Cannibal Town? But it’s…” Charlie looked around and watched everyone going about their day with more decorum than many other places in the Pride Ring. “It’s…surprisingly nice here.”

            “I like how calm it is,” said (Y/N). Compared to so many other places, it really was nice.

            “Isn’t it, though?” agreed Alastor. “And it’s all thanks to a very special someone.” He pushed the doors of the emporium open, and the three stepped inside.

            “Well, who hasn’t thought about eating their first husband?” A charmingly dressed demon with skeletal features laughed lightly. “I certainly would have if he didn’t taste so bad!” She smiled at her customer. “I tell you what. You bring old tall, dark, and armless to me, and I’ll straighten them right out, okay, sweetie? Now, here’s my card, and—” She noticed Alastor. “Oh my stars. Do my eyes deceive me?” She smiled with genuine joy.

            Alastor waved, and (Y/N) noticed that he seemed truly pleased to see her.

            “Alastor? Alastor!” The woman ran up. “Where have you been?” She grabbed Alastor’s shoulders, and he smiled as she spun him around affectionately. “These halls really lost some of their sparkle without your lively presence and—” She noticed Charlie looking around. “Oh. Who’s this you brought with you? Come now, Alastor, she’s much to young for you,” she teased before laughing. “Oh, I’m just kidding. I know you’re an ace in the hole.”

            “A what now?” said Alastor, completely clueless.

            (Y/N) perked up. Alastor was asexual, like they were. That was…nice.

            The demoness woman saw them behind Alastor, and her smile widened. “And you brought another friend? Alastor, you’ve been so sociable!” She grinned at (Y/N). “You’re adorable! Look at those roses—can I touch?” she asked.

            “Uh, sure?” said (Y/N).

            The demoness gently traced a rose on (Y/N)’s head, and (Y/N) felt a smile appear on their face. She was soft and kind. “How sweet! Oh, I love roses.”

            (Y/N) really liked her energy. She felt comfortable to be around, calm and warm.

            “But where are your manners, Mister?” said the woman, putting her hands on her hips and looking at Alastor. “Introduce us, why don’t you?”

            “Ah, yes, Charlie, (Y/N), this is Rosie,” announced Alastor. “The most darling, delightful, and dangerous Overlord this side of the pentagram!”

            Rosie curtsied. “Oh, always such a charmer.”

            “And, Rosie, it’s my pleasure to introduce you first to Princess Charlie Morningstar—” Alastor pushed her forward “—daughter of Lucifer and heir to the throne of Hell!”

            “How do you do?” said Charlie nervously.

            “Well, well, isn’t this a regal surprise?” said Rosie, smiling. “And what about the little rose demon?”

            “This is (Y/N),” said Alastor. “My protégé.”

            “Hi,” said (Y/N), smiling.

            “A protégé?” Rosie raised a brow, running through all of her thoughts and opinions on that before smiling. “How nice! Alastor needs to make more friends. Now, come in, come in.” She pulled (Y/N) and Charlie farther into the emporium. “Can I offer you something to eat? I’m sure I have a leg around here or something. Oh, what am I thinking, that’s too heavy. How about something lighter on the stomach? How about some nice pinky fingers?”

            “Um, no, no. Thank you, though,” said Charlie, staring at the pinky fingers.

            “I’m alright, thank you,” said (Y/N), smiling.

            “Oh, look at you two, so polite!” Rosie patted (Y/N) and Charlie on the head. “Alastor, you could learn a thing or two.” She pulled (Y/N) and Charlie to a sitting room. “Well, sit down, sit down. Tell Auntie Rosie what she can do for you.” Charlie sat down like a client, but before any business, Rosie grinned at Alastor. “You know, Alastor, I got a primo connect on a guy with about eight blocks of territory and not enough goons to run it. Prime pickings for a deal to be made.”

            “I appreciate the offer, but we’re here on business of another kind,” said Alastor, gesturing to Charlie.

            “Well, don’t keep me in suspense,” said Rosie. She picked up her teacup. “I’m a very busy woman.”

            “Well, as you know…” Charlie cleared her throat and broke down into panic. “The extermination is coming early. It’ll be here in a month. And they’re coming for my hotel and my friends first. And I-I-I—”

            “We need your help,” said (Y/N).

            “Your cannibals’ help, at least, to fend off the attack,” added Alastor.

            “Wow, when you ask a favor, you don’t start small, do you, Your Highness?” said Rosie. Charlie’s face fell, and Rosie smiled comfortingly. “Oh, now, don’t fret. I didn’t say I wouldn’t help, but I assume there’s more to this plan than a bunch of unarmed cannibals.”

            “Oh, your people will be far from helpless when we’re done with them,” said Alastor. His grin sharpened. “And by the end, they will be able to eat their fill.”

            “Well, in that case, sure. Why not?” chirped Rosie.

            “Really?” said Charlie, eyes wide.

            “Thank you,” said (Y/N), smiling.

            “What can I say? I like your moxie, girl, and you’re just so sweet, darling,” said Rosie, smiling at Charlie and (Y/N). She grinned at Alastor, and the genuine friendship between the two was palpable. “And old Alastor has never done me wrong before.”

            “Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!” said Charlie.

            “Yes, thanks,” agreed (Y/N), smiling. They might have a chance as long as they got the cannibals completely on their side and armed them.

            (Y/N) had a chance to keep their family.

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[multiversalfandomwriter222]

Hi hii I'm the one who sent the az request! AND I ABSOLUTELY LOVED IT!! 🩷🩷

would you write reader saying something she doesn't mean and making az cry and then comforting him? (Established relationship btw so like they're already mated) basically the same thing but roles reversed 😭 I'm sorry I just love angst to fluff too much!! Thank you and have nice day/night bb <333

Warnings: Cursing, Angst, Azriel crying, slight mean Azriel.

At Least Tell Me

You slam the door as you go into your bedroom, everyone in the House flinching. Cassian walks into Rhysand's office, confusion all over his face. "What's wrong with Y/n?" He asks.

Rhys sighs heavily. "Azriel's on a mission, and he's coming back tonight." Cassian tilts his head. "Shouldn't she be happy?"

"Azriel didn't tell her that she left." Rhys sighs. Cassian's eyes widen. "How did she not-" "Azriel told her that he was going to visit his mother for a day and was going to return this morning. He has been gone three days, and Feyre darling told her yesterday that he was on a mission. Y/n has been slamming doors ever since." Rhys says, exasperated. Cassian shakes his head. "Y/n's temper rivals Nes, we may have to evacuate the house just because." Rhys snorts.

Time Skip-

Azriel lands on the balcony of the house, being greeted by his High Lady. "Y/n is pissed at you." Feyre says. Azriel's shoulders slump. "I know." "It's going to be bad." Feyre says. Azriel nods, and walks into the house, ready to face the wrath of his mate.

You knew Azriel was in the house. You overheard your older sister talking to him. But the rage bubbling inside was hard to keep a lid on it.

The door opens to reveal your mate, his wings drooped slightly. You turn to face your vanity, not bothering to make eye contact in the mirror with him. "I'm home." Azriel says.

"That's a first." You say coldly. Azriel sighs. "Y/n-"

"No don't you Y/n me! What the fuck Azriel?" You shout. Azriel flinches slightly, and the mask of the shadowsinger appears in that second. "I did what I had to do."

You laugh. "You did what you had to do." You laugh some more. "Did we hear that?" You yell, laughter erupting from you. Azriel rolls his eyes at you. "Azriel, you lied to me! Do you not see what's wrong with that? I was worried for you! I thought something happened to you!"

You come closer to him. "You don't need to worry about me." He says. "That was being reckless." You snap. Azriel lets out a cold, mocking laugh. "Now that's a joke. Miss Reckless, calling me reckless!" He scoffs. The shadows move about, flurrying in the range of emotions between the two of you.

You let out a yell of frustration. "See this is why I fucking hate you Azriel! By the gods, somedays I just want to fucking leave and never return!"

You cover your mouth, eyes widening. Azriel goes still, his shadows dropping. The house grows silent. You step back and Azriel rushes toward you. He kneels and clings to your legs. "A-Angel, I'm sorry. I'm so-" Huge sobs cut him off as he sobs into your stomach. "Angel please don't-" he sobs. "Please don't leave me. You can hate me all you want, just don't leave me."

Your heart breaks as you kneel to meet Azriel's height. "Oh no. Baby I'm so sorry. It cannot make up for my words and I'll do anything to make it up to you. Darling I'm so sorry." You wipe his tears away.

Azriel pulls you into his lap and buries his face into your neck. "Just don't leave me. Don't leave me." He sobs. "Oh baby, I'm not leaving you. I don't hate you, not at all. Oh baby." You coo, rocking the both of you left and right.

Finally, his sobs quiet, and he pulls away to look at you. "I'm sorry baby." You whisper. He shakes his head. "I'm sorry for lying to you. I shouldn't have. I should have been up front, and-"

You kiss him, interrupting his rant, and he desperately kisses you back. You break away and rest your forehead against his. "Do you want to take a bath first, then nap? Or do you want to nap, then take a bath?" You whisper. "Nap." He murmurs. He picks you up and carries you to your shared bed. You take off your dress, revealing your bra and panties, and Azriel strips down to his boxers.

You get into the bed first, opening the covers for him. Azriel follows right behind you and buries his face into your stomach, and you run your hands through his black hair, slowly putting him to sleep.

[heavenlyraindrops]

♱Father Forgive Me (For I have Sinned) ~Chapter Eighteen♱

Lucifer Morningstar x Angel!Reader Fandom: Hazbin Hotel Chapter Eighteen Warnings: profanity Visit the first tag on this post to see all other chapters.

♱ In which the purest soul in Heaven falls from grace… for the Devil. ♱

[Chapter Eighteen]

a/n: holy shit 2k words long? This is worth two whole chapters yall ig that’s how yk shits about to go down

Your feet hit the ground, the darkness of the alleyway shrouding with you with the shadows as you retracted your wings into your back, making them disappear. Peeking your head round the corner, you tentatively stepped out.

You prayed you wouldn’t be too noticeable- surely you couldn’t draw too much attention if you just acted natural. Weaving through the people on the streets, you made your way through the town.

You’d seen it from overhead, strangely one of the only places that seemed more welcoming than the rest of the areas in Hell. Your wings had been aching after spending so long flying that you’d given in and let yourself down.

You tried to not make eye contact with anyone, but accidentally glanced at a couple of people’s faces, noticing the strange lack of eyes, instead pairs of black holes replacing them in people’s faces. Gulping, you kept your gaze glued back to the ground. 

You saw your silhouette flash in the corner of your vision through a shop window, and involuntarily froze, stepping closer to the grass. You looked different.

More demonic.

You tried to swallow the lump growing in your throat as you took in your new appearance, bile rising in your throat before quickly turning away and briskly moving on. 

“Ow!” 

You stumbled back, unable to stop a small curse escaping your lips. A woman stared at you, her knuckles turned white at clutching her umbrella as she tipped her hat back to get a proper look at you, empty black eyes roving up and down your body.

So much for not drawing any attention.

Gulping again, and you tried to squeak out a small “Sorry!” Before trying to hurry around her, but she stopped you, a hand on your arm pulling you back. 

“Are you alright, dear?” She asked, face soft with concern. You blinked. “Your face’s all cut up.”

“Is it? Oh.” You laughed nervously. “I didn’t notice. I-I’ll be fine.” You tried to pull away but her grip tightened. You looked up at her in panic.

“I’ve seen you somewhere,” she said, and now her face had turned serious. You laughed even harder this time, the sound hysterically tumbling from you as you tried to reel the situation back under your control.

“I doubt you have, miss,” you assured her quickly, before turning away, right into someone else’s chest.

You looked up, and all you saw was red.

“Now, I’m sure I have.” She shuffled over to both you and the tall red man. You caught two small antlers poking out from his hair, and stifled a chuckle. “I’m Rosie, and this is Alastor.” She gestured over to the deer. He extended a hand, static crackling in his voice.

“Pleasure to be meeting you, dear,” he grinned. You stared at the hand, before taking it gingerly. 

“And you…” her eyes fixed onto you. “You’re the fallen angel.” 

You opened your mouth but no sound came out. Alastor’s red eyes narrowed onto you. You felt them burning, and looked away as you let out a small, tense chuckle. “Guilty.”

Rosie laughed, slapping a hand onto Alastor’s shoulder. “Oh sweetheart, don’t worry.” Her lips stretched into an even wider smile. 

“We won’t eat you,” Alastor smirked.

“Although you do look delicious.” 

You didn’t know whether to be thankful or not. “Oh. Thank you.”

Alastor’s hand found your arm, nails digging into your skin as he drew you close, linking arms. “But we would like it if you could…”

“Join us for tea!” Rosie cut in. They both shared a meaningful glance.

You looked at the sky, heart thrumming insistently. “It’s getting quite dark.”

“Perfect,” Alastor replied, voice dripping with something sinister as he and Rosie led you through the streets to outside a small café. Rosie’s hands closed around your shoulders.

“We can get you something nice to wear on the way,” she said, glancing pointedly at your torn clothes.

“Lovely,” you muttered. They both smiled.

-

“So. Tell us everything.”

Rosie and Alastor both smiled at you expectantly over the table. You stared at the steaming cups before you, then them, then back at the cups. 

“Look, I…I appreciate this.” You gestured to the table, the tea, your fresh clothes. “Whatever this even is. But I need to leave.”

Alastor once again put his hand on your arm. You stared down at it. “I suggest otherwise, dear,” he said, smile strained and sharp as his eyes flickered with embers. You slowly lowered yourself back into the chair, gulping.

“Tell us. Why exactly are you in Hell?” He knitted his fingers together, face inquisitive. Rosie took a sip of the tea.

“I’d rather not disclose that information,” you said coldly. Rosie laughed.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart, but I think you would.” She smiled sweetly.

You scowled, gripping a tighter hold on your cup. 

“Don’t frown now, honey. You know you’re never…”

“Fully dressed without a smile,” Alastor finished. He leaned closer. “Why are you in Hell?”

You didn’t say anything.

Rosie’s face softened. “Come now, honey. You know we only want to help you.” She placed her hand over yours, and it was soft, warm. Her face held sincerity. “We just want to know what happened to you.”

You sneaked a suspicious look at Alastor, one that didn’t go unnoticed.

“I apologise if I may have come off as…” he waved his hand. “Strong. Off putting.” He sighed. “Believe me, darling, if we had wanted to hurt you or take you by force we would have.” He shot you a meaningful glance. “Most sinners wouldn’t be as forgiving.”

You gulped, a powerful wave of fatigue suddenly crashing over you as the events of the past few days finally caught up to you.

“You can trust us, sweetie,” Rosie said softly.

You dragged your hands across your face. “I…Heaven kicked me out…”

“We can tell,” Alastor remarked. “Why?”

“I got in a relationship with a…” you waved your hand around vaguely. “A resident of this place.”

“Who?”

You chewed your lip, their soft words coaxing out tired and broken answers. “Lucifer.”

The both fell into shocked silence, and exchanged another glance. But you ploughed on, determined to finish now that you had started. “They found out, cause someone-“ Your throat closed up “-tipped them off, and kicked me out.” You rose, spreading your palms across the table. “I need to find Lucifer and Charlie. Lucifer-“ you choked up. “He’ll help me. I know he will.”

“Is your name [name], by any chance?” Rosie raised an eyebrow. You looked at her and Alastor.

“Yes.” Your eyes narrowed.

“Charlie mentioned you,” Alastor explained. He quickly looked at Rosie, and flicked his head in one subtle movement. Rosie’s brows shot up, but she walked away, leaving you and Alastor standing in the flickering lights of the café window. 

“You know Charlie?” You asked, eyes brightening with hope, but your question was ignored.

“I’m afraid I have something to tell you, dear,” he chuckled, adjusting his monocle as he stood up and drew you in by the shoulder. He flicked his cane, gesturing to the darkening streets. “Shall we go for a stroll?”

You stared at him. “Sure.”

You both started off down the street, his arm still firm around your shoulder. “So, Lucifer and Charlie, is it?”

You nodded wordlessly.

“And you think they’ll help you?”

Your stomach twisted with dread, but your chest clenched with determination. “I don’t think, I know.”

He looked at you with pity. It made your shoulders tremble. “I wouldn’t be too sure, darling.”

“What do you mean.” You clenched your hands into fists, fighting to keep your voice even as he broke away to face you.

“I mean, my dear, that they won’t.”

You laughed, but it was forced. “And explain that to me.”

He leaned on his cane nonchalantly, and a burst of anger flared up in your gut. “Charlie… she was the one who tipped off Heaven.” He inspected his nails closely.

“No she wasn’t,” you pointed out sharply. “It was Lute- the general-“ you winced. “-the new leader of the exorcist army.”

“Really? And you think the word of one single person could convince Heaven?” He stepped closer. “What evidence exactly did Lute provide?”

You stared at him. “A bracelet.”

He laughed mockingly. “A bracelet.” Your face burned with embarrassment. “Tell me, my dear, exactly how a bracelet could provide suitable, concrete evidence?”

You thought hard, but couldn’t come up with anything. “It was a special bracelet. It could have raised suspicions-“

“But they would need someone to confirm them.”

As much as you hated this, everything he was saying made sense. And you couldn’t come up with anything to counter his argument. “You’re just a stranger. Why should I listen to you?”

“Whether you listen to me or not is up to you.” His cheshire grin glinted in the dark night. “But perhaps you should simply hear me.”

You chewed your lip. “Go on, then.” You flicked your hand at him.

“As for Lucifer… when you landed here, in Hell, it was on the news, yes?”

You nodded, dread making you feel lightheaded. 

“Lucifer saw, and he simply said that you could help yourself.” He stepped even closer. “That he wouldn’t care if you lived or died- that you had landed here by your own fault, and that you weren’t his problem.” He leaned down to whisper in your ear. “That he didn’t care about you.”

You froze.

“He didn’t love you,” Alastor continued, before flicking his eyes up to your face. “But it isn’t your fault that you’re here, is it darling?” You couldn’t make a sound. “He tempted you.”

“You don’t even know half the story,” you said shakily. “You don’t know the truth.”

“For all you know, he could have set you up.”

“No, no. No… you don’t…” you tried to move away, but you couldn’t.

“If he truly loved you, don’t you think he’d try and save you?”

“You have no proof.” Your fist clenched even tighter, nails cutting into your palm and drawing golden blood. 

“Oh, but I do.”

And with that, he tapped the microphone on his cane. You stood, enraptured, as Lucifer’s unmistakeable voice flowed out.

“I don’t care if she lives or dies. I don’t care at all…” It crackled, then cut to another audio. “No, I don’t love her…” Another. “…someone else…” Another. “[name] isn’t my problem. It’s her own fault she’s ended up here. Try to save her? Are you serious? Just leave her for the Vees.”

The last one was a blow to your chest.

“Love her? Are you serious? She’s just some girl, a good distraction for a while.”

You sucked in a deep breath, then let it out slowly again. Turning away. “I need to go,” you gasped, and before Alastor could grab you you’d flung yourself into the dark night, your mind a storm of thoughts. 

Eventually, the familiar shadow of a building loomed into the distance. The building where the three overlords had captured you. 

They were powerful. They were useful. 

The window was still broken. You flapped your wings as you slowed to a stop, kicking your legs out to lose momentum before dropping into the room, gingerly stepping over the broken glass scattered across the floor. You looked up and around. The room was dark and empty. 

Taking in a shuddery breath, you sank to the floor. 

Reality finally crashed over you.

Tears stung your eyes, sobs bubbling up past your throat as you fought to stifle them vainly. They racked through your body, tears streaming down your face as you covered your mouth. 

Adam died, Lute hated you, you’d never see Emily again because you’d let Lucifer tempt you. You dragged your nails across your skin, relishing in the pain it gave you, the pain that morphed into anger. 

He had tempted you. Had you forgotten who he really was? What he really was?

He was the devil. He was temptation incarnate, and he had sought to lead you to ruin. The burning-red thoughts made your head spin, turning you dizzy with fury. The reason you were lying here, bruised and broken, seeking those who wanted to harm you, was him. 

The anger dissipated, breaking down back into sadness. How could he just leave me like this? Was I a mere distraction? Your heart tore apart. 

He took everything from me. 

The door to the room slowly creaked open, and you heard someone swear, footsteps racing towards you.

“You-“

You looked up. Velvette stepped back quickly, startled. “What happened to you?”

Vox followed soon after her. You searched, but Valentino was nowhere to be found. “Oh, you, great, you’re here. Wait, why the fuck are you here?”

“We’ve been looking for you everywhere,” Velvette chipped. You blinked at her hazily.

“Look, we-“ Vox seemed disconcerted at your strangely calm demeanour, despite your crazed appearance, but ploughed on. “Ignore Valentino. We want you to work with us.”

“Work with you?” You murmured softly. Your lips barely moved.

“Yes. Work.” Velvette looked at you. “You’re an angel. You’re, like, ten times more powerful than any other sinner or overlord here in Hell.”

“You’d be a perfect addition to our team,” Vox finished. 

You looked at them both for what seemed like ages. They both glanced at eachother, wondering if you were going to say anything.

Finally, you spoke: “What’s in it for me?”

“We’ll give you anything you want,” Vox said, voice laced with desperation. “Power, money, safety. We’ll give you anything.”

You hummed thoughtfully.

“Just tell us what you want,” Velvette assured you. “What do you want, angel girl?” You looked up at her, finally finding your answer.

“Revenge.”

[circeyoru]

We can have part 2 of yandere alastor with the reader who turned into an angel and came back to him... I know that that alastor was in insane and delusional mode and that he was about to rip off the reader's wings. But if the reader did anything to make Alastor get out of his way in this insane way...

Like the reader stroking Alastor's ears saying that everything is fine and that she are not going anywhere or... simply the reader in the moment of despair afraid that Alastor will tear off his wings out of sheer insanity, the reader kisses Alastor on the mouth. .. Something like that... I think it would be funny, especially the strange atmosphere that would be created afterwards.

Go to MASTERLIST for the works. This ask is for {Unwanted Souls} *Check the redeemed Reader/you for this one

Alrighty, since you are aware that Alastor's in too deranged of a mood to come to his senses. I'll answer this~

I see Reader/you doing something to put him in his place. At that moment, he's in the state where he thinks he's the all-powerful one. So to knock him back to reality and aware of your pain, you have to overpower that.

Luckily for you, you have some level of angelic power to use against him. Your survival instincts kicked in, as did your fear of Alastor, so you covered yourself in an angelic aura to ward off Alastor. While it's not enough to harm him to a life-threatening degree, you knocking him to the wall with your kick and wings did the trick.

While he was recovering, you knocked over your notebook shelves and had all the notebooks on the ground. You summoned them and had them flying around you, ready to attack Alastor if he does that stunt again.

It's with that impact that Alastor came back to his senses and realized what he did. He tries something else, just caging you into his shadows and hold. Saying that he fears you'll leave or be taken away from him.

"You idiot! I'm not leaving!"

That got everything to still and Alastor stares at you, "What?"

"I said I'm not leaving! You have no idea how long I spent to get down here! I am NOT leaving! So stop assuming things!"

Alastor has tears down his face while his smile threatens to fall, "Truly? You're not lying, are you, Dear? I won't let you be if you are lying to leave me again."

You sigh and let the pages drop, you cautiously made your way over to him, folding away your wings so he doesn't try to rip them off. "I'm not lying. I much prefer you doting on me here than that white room Heaven."

"I'm sorry." Alastor hugged you so tightly, burying his head between your neck and shoulder, "I'm so sorry!"

You patted him back. What are you going to do with this depressing and desperate deer you found yourself liking? "I'm here to stay, Alastor."

[tortillamastersblog]

꧁ Angels Don’t Cry | Mor ꧂

Pairing: Mor x reader

Warnings: Mentions of torture, injuries, blood, kidnapping, vomiting and explicit language

Summary: After Hybern’s defeat, the Inner Circle makes a grave discovery in the late King’s dungeons. . .

Next Part | Masterlist

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It’s still dark outside, but a sliver of silver light at the horizon tells me the sun will rise within the next hour.

For the past weeks now, ever since being rescued from Hybern, I’ve woken up in the early hours of the morning to watch the sky turn pink and orange.

It reminds me that a new day is about to begin and that my life didn’t end when I was taken from Windhaven before the first war.

I was a youngling then, but a lot of time has passed since and the things I’ve endured and seen over the last five centuries have turned me into someone I don’t recognize.

I don’t know who I am anymore. I just know that Azriel is my half-brother (something I was told by the King to torment me even further) and that the Night Court is my home, but the inner circle isn’t exactly my family yet.

Not even Azriel. He’s my brother, yes, but he’s doesn’t feel like family yet.

The only family I ever had was my mother, but she’s been dead for a long time now and I have nothing but my own memories to remember her by.

I sigh and lean my head against the windowsill, letting my wings lazily brush against the carpeted floor.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”

Having heard his heartbeat in the shadows, I don’t flinch when Azriel steps into view. He’s dressed like me, wearing a simple black sweater and a pair of sweatpants, obviously having gotten out of bed not too long ago as well.

I direct my attention back to the rising sun and nod. “Yup.”

Silence.

Then—

“You haven’t been sleeping properly.”

I cringe, feeling my wings twitch involuntarily. There’s no point in denying it, but I’m also not going to admit it, so I just stay silent.

“I understand,” he goes on softly, “and. . . I’m sorry you’re going through this.”

Being a man of few emotions and even fewer words, I’m surprised to hear such compassion in his voice. I turn to look at him only to find him already next to me, also looking out of the window.

In this moment, I can’t put into words how grateful I am to have met him. He understands what I’m going through like no one else and he always seems to know when I’m in need of his comforting company.

Even when we’re not talking, like right now, we understand each other on a different level.

The only other person who comes close to understanding me is Feyre.

She’s calm and kind, and she’s offered to teach me how to paint a couple of times now, claiming it could be a good way for me to process what happened and escape from the real world for a bit.

So far, I’ve not taken her up on the offer, but I can see myself actually letting her teach me in the future once I’ve settled in properly.

“So, will I be seeing you at training after breakfast again?” Azriel asks, snapping me out of my thoughts.

A week ago, he convinced me to join him on the roof to train alongside Cassian and Feyre. The exercise has been a great distraction and a good way to blow off some steam, not to mention it’s always good to know how to fight and defend yourself.

“I guess so, yes.” I shrug and by the awkward silence that follows, I know he wants to say something else.

It takes a couple of seconds for him to actually spit it out, and when he does, I know why he was hesitant. “Cassian actually suggested we try to get you to fly today.”

Flying. . . I immediately shut down at the idea of it.

Having been kidnapped as Hybern’s trophy, they didn’t dare clip my wings, but they bound them and locked me in a cell.

I was only taken out every so often when they either wanted to torture me, make fun of me, show me off to their allies, or wanted to fulfill their unspeakable needs.

Now, I’m free and my wings are no longer bound, but I haven’t been able to bring myself to fly yet. I don’t know why because there’s nothing wrong with them (they’re just a little weak), but every time I even just think of using them I get all chocked up and I shut down.

“Az. . . I don’t know. I-I can’t,” I admit quietly.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,” he assures me and then we go back to watching the sun rise in silence.

As soon as it’s over the horizon, Azriel smiles and squeezes my shoulder in encouragement. “I’ll see you up there.”

I nod and watch him vanish in the shadows before getting ready for the day. I make the bed, brush my teeth, and eat some of the breakfast that magically appears on the desk next to the window.

Then I get dressed and as if on cue, Feyre knocks on my door just as I finish strapping my dagger to my thigh.

“Ready?” she asks with a genuine smile and I nod, following her up to the roof wordlessly.

Cassian ended up missing training because he had to run some last minute errands with Rhysand which left Azriel, Feyre and me to train alone.

We worked on our sparring skills and then moved on to some disarming techniques before finishing the session with conditioning sprints.

By the time we were done, Feyre and I were both red-faced and sweating despite the cold while Azriel was barely out of breath, snuggled into his thick sweatshirt.

Winter Solstice is in four weeks, meaning it’s freezing outside and even though it hasn’t snowed yet, I know it won’t be long now until the first flakes fall and cover everything under a soft, cold blanket.

Now, with my legs burning and my stomach growling for some more food since I skimped out on breakfast, I make my way to the kitchen where Nuala and Cerridwen are already working on tonight’s dinner.

It’s going to be big because the entire inner circle is invited and because the last dinner was hosted at the Town House, tonight’s will be hosted here in the House of Wind.

To my surprise, the twins aren’t alone and when I walk in, Elain smiles shyly and drops her chin in greeting while the others go on working quietly.

“Hello,” I say with a small smile of my own. “I see you’re all hard at work already. . .”

Nuala continues kneading the bread dough but looks up to meet my eyes. “Yes, there’s much to be done, but it’s nothing we can’t handle.”

Elain and Cerridwen hum in agreement.

“Oh, I’m sure it’s not. Your food is always amazing.” As if to prove a point my stomach growls and all three of them smirk my way.

“Are you hungry?” Elain asks with a knowing look and I nod my head as she wipes her hands off on her apron. “Let me fix you a plate then.”

“It’s okay I can just—“

“It’s fine,” she cuts me off and vanishes in the pantry before I can object again.

I came here to grab a snack like an apple or a handful of nuts, not eat a whole three course meal, but I guess there’s no point in trying to stop Elain again. Especially when she re-emerges from the pantry with a plate laden with smoked meat, a slice of bread, a couple cheese cubes and a handful of grapes.

“Here you go.” She hands me the plate with another shy smile and I can’t help but bow playfully.

“Thank you. This really wasn’t necessary, but the effort is appreciated greatly,” I say honestly which makes a faint blush appear on her cheeks.

She quickly turns back around and resumes decorating the pastries she was working on before, which I take as my cue to leave.

Thanking all of them once more and offering my help in case they need it (they don’t), I go back to my room and eat on my bed while toeing off my shoes.

Elain is sweet like Feyre, but she’s definitely more introverted. She doesn’t talk much, like Amren, but when she does, she’s always sincere and honest. It’s something I appreciate a lot, having been lied to almost all my life, and even though I can’t see myself catching romantic feelings for her, I do believe that we could become great friends.

I eat and undress at the same time, my muscles weak from exhaustion, before placing the empty plate on the table by the window.

It vanishes almost instantly like all the empty plates and cups I’ve placed on it over the last weeks, leaving me to go about my business without having to worry about returning dishes.

I go into the rooms adjoining bathroom and sigh when I see that the house has already filled the bath with steaming water and mountains of bubbles.

I swallow the last cube of cheese and take off my undergarments before sinking into the hot water.

My wings twitch at the instant relief that flows through me and I sinking down even further until the water is all the way up to my chin.

I sit like that for over half an hour with my eyes close, the lack of sleep catching up to me, before scrubbing myself clean and getting out to dry off.

I unplug the drain and return to my room where I get dressed in a comfortable pair of jeans and a sweatshirt.

Then, just like every day after training and taking a bath, I make my way to the library.

Some days I find Nesta there, lounging in a chair and reading as well, but we never really speak. We simply tolerate each other, and since I share her liking for books and leave her be, she never lays into me the way she does with the others.

Today, however, as I make my way to the library I pass an unfamiliar door that stands slightly ajar. I’ve seen it before, but never bothered to go inside since it’s not polite to snoop around.

What I see inside the room though catches my attention and I can’t help but push the door open further to get a better look.

Standing in the middle of the otherwise empty room on a beautiful handmade carpet is a black grand piano. Its polished surface glints in the daylight that streams in through the uncovered windows, and it’s almost as though its beckoning me to come closer.

I’ve never touched a piano, or played an instrument for that matter but even in Hybern when I attended festivities (more like chained to the wall and forced to watch all the atrocities the King committed in the name of having fun) I’d been mesmerized by the music.

Looking back over my shoulder, I note that there’s no one around, so I slip into the room and close the door behind me.

I take tentative steps toward the instrument, feeling like someone will burst in any second to demand an answer as to what I’m doing, but no one comes, so I hesitantly take a seat on the bench.

I’ve never heard someone play, which either means the room is soundproof or no one’s ever played. I choose to believe the former because I really want to try and play and I’d be embarrassed if anyone heard.

I set mine fingers on the keys after opening the lid over them. They’re smooth and cool beneath my fingers and when I play a random note I jump slightly, not having expected it to be as loud as it is.

I play another note, pressing down on one of the black keys. This time I don’t jump and as time goes I start experimenting with different melodies and rhythms.

It’s far from being any good, but it makes me feel a little less empty inside.

By the time I stop, the sun has set and I realize I should probably be getting ready for dinner.

I quickly close the lid over the keys and sneak out of the room unnoticed. It’s not like I’d be in trouble for using it, but I don’t want anyone to know yet.

This is one of the first things I’ve had all to myself in a long time and I selfishly want to keep it that way a little longer.

Just as I think I might have gotten away with it though, I stumble into someone right as I’m rounding a corner.

“Mor,” I breathe, my wings flailing as I try to steady myself and her.

For a second she holds onto me, her fingers curled around the front of my sweatshirt, but then she pushes me away and steps out of my embrace. She’s already dressed for the dinner, wearing a revealing red dress that hugs her curves perfectly. Her hair cascades down her back in soft curls and the bracelets on her wrists jingle when she moves her arms.

“What are you doing?” she asks, her brown eyes scrutinizing me. “Why are you sneaking around?”

I open and close my mouth like a fish out of water until I manage to stutter, “I-I’m not. I just came from the library.”

Raising an eyebrow, she scowls at me. I’ve always had the feeling she’s doesn’t really liked me because her eyes are always on me like I’m some kind of prey and whenever I say something she clenches her jaw. “The library? Interesting because I just saw Nesta and she said she didn’t see you there today.”

I open my mouth again to defend myself with a little white lie, but then Feyre’s voice echoes through the house calling for Mor.

Brown eyes roam over me once more and then she’s gone.

I close my eyes and take a steadying breath, feeling a weird tug in the pit of my stomach as I listen to her retreating footsteps.

She is beautiful. Divinely so, but that doesn’t change the fact that she hates my guts for some reason. It does however make my stomach tingle inexplicably every time she’s near me.

I grit my teeth at my body’s reaction to her and reopen my eyes before hurrying to my room and getting changed for the dinner.

“I honestly don’t know what happened,” Rhysand says which makes everyone at the table laugh.

He was just telling us about the time he, Azriel and Cassian were kicked out of a pub a long time ago.

Amren grins and takes a sip of her wine. “Cassian ran his fat mouth again, that’s what happened.”

Again, laughter fills the room and even though he flips Amren off, Cassian laughs too. Nesta slaps his hand out of the air and intertwines their fingers under the table, sending him a warning look which only makes his smile widen.

“Anyway. . .” Feyre clears her throat and changes the topic. “Have you guys heard about the Hybern spy that was caught in Adriata yesterday?”

My ears perk up at that and I set my fork down. “Why would Hybern send a spy to the summer court? I thought the king’s niece from the continent was trying to establish a peace treaty now that she’s taken the throne?“

Azriel goes to say something, having a pensive look on his face, but Mor beats him to it.

“Why indeed would Hybern send out spies?” she asks, looking directly at me with challenging eyes.

Taken aback by her not so subtle accusation, I bite the inside of my cheek to stop the hurt that curses through me from showing on my face.

Me? A spy for Hybern? After everything they did to me?

I swallow thickly and look down at my plate. If she knew what they did to me, she’d never say something like that.

Everyone has suddenly gone deathly still and for a second I contemplate just getting up and going to my room, but then, out of all people, Elain comes to my rescue.

“I don’t think the spy was there on Irene’s orders. If he even was a spy, that is. It could just be one of the soldiers who escaped Hybern after the war to avoid the consequences of fighting for the king,” she argues which gains hums and nods of approval.

I look up to smile thankfully which makes her cheeks turn a faint shade of pink. She smiles as well and ducks her head before cutting a piece of asparagus on her plate and eating it.

Azriels eyes dart between the two of us for a moment before his gaze lingers on me with a raised eyebrow.

I just shake my head in silent answer to his unvoiced question which makes his shoulders relax.

I know he likes Elain, I can see it in the way he looks at her even though he thinks no one notices, but it’s like I said. Elain is sweet, but she will never be more than a friend to me.

“Yeah, I’ve spoken to Varian—“ Feyre begins, but she’s interrupted by Mor who, once again, glares at me.

“Maybe,” she says, “but if I were Helion I’d still lock him up and get as much information out of him as possible. He’s a danger to all of Prythian whether he was spying or not.”

My eyes burn with unshed tears and I drop my cutlery to bury my hands in my lap. If it wasn’t clear before, now everyone at the table knows she’s not just talking about the spy.

She’s talking about me. She thinks I should be locked up again.

The memory of my old cell makes me physically recoil and without thinking, I jump to my feet and slam my napkin on the table before rushing out of the room.

I wake up in the middle of the night, screaming at the pain cursing through my back and wings.

“Stop! Please,” I groan, tossing and turning while clawing at my back.

Within a second my door flies open and Cassian and Nesta rush in with horrified looks.

“What’s happening?!” Cassian exclaims, rushing to my side to check me over for injuries. “What hurts?”

All I can do is whimper in pain which seems to alarm him even more as he frantically runs his hands over my back.

“What is it?” he asks again, but I can’t manage to reply.

Nesta’s eyes flickered all over me before she rushes out of the room, calling over her back, “I’m getting Azriel!”

“Please,” I breathe again, my fingers digging into my own shoulders. “Make it stop.”

Cassian, still running his hands over me to find the source of my pain says, “I’m trying! I’m trying, but I don’t understand what’s happening.”

“No, you’re not doing it right,” the king says with furrowed eyebrows. “Give me the whip.”

I watch over my shoulder helplessly as the soldier hands the bloodied whip to the king.

The onlookers cheer and laugh when I slip in the pool of blood at my feet, trying to stay upright. I squeeze my eyes shut and squeeze my bound hands into fists above my head.

I can’t take much more, and the king knows that, but before sending me back to my cell to heal he wants to have his own little fun.

“This-“ he raises the whip in demonstration to hype up the crowd- “is how it’s done!”

I howl in pain and arch my back at the memory of the whip slashing my back and wings.

Then, not a second later, Nesta storms back into the room with Azriel in tow. He’s not the only one she’s apparently managed to wake however because following Azriel is Feyre.

They rush the side of my bed and hold me down to stop the thrashing.

“What is happening?” Nesta asks, her voice uncharacteristically soft.

“I-I don’t know!” Cassian stutters.

Azriel crouches down next to the bed and cups my cheeks. I’m faintly aware of the touch but the king’s face and how he brought the whip down on me again and again keeps replaying in my mind, making it difficult to distinguish between reality and memory. “Talk to me, Y/N,” he pleads.

“Here let me try,” Feyre says squeezing past him to kneel next to the bed. Her clear blue eyes roam all over my face and before she raises her fingers to my temple she whispers, “I’m sorry.”

Then, its as if the barrier around my memories shatters and I scream again, reliving everything that’s ever happened to me in Hybern: the flogging, the humiliation, the unwanted touches all over my body, the beatings, the branding. . . Everything until the last wave of pain ripples through me, leaving me shaking and crying.

“What did you do?” I hear Nesta say and when Feyre doesn’t answer I open my eyes slowly.

For the first time since waking up, my surroundings are clear and when my eyes land on Feyre my heart sinks at the sight of the tears on her cheeks.

She obviously just saw everything I also saw which means she now knows the full extent of what was done to me.

I’ve revealed bits and pieces of how I was treated since I got here, but the only one who’s really known how deep my scars actually run is Azriel. That was until just moments ago because now Feyre knows as well.

“Y/N. . .” she whispers, taking my hand.

I just sob and squeeze my eyes shut again. A moment later, I’m pulled into a tentative embrace.

“I’m so sorry,” she says. “I didn’t— We didn’t know how bad— I mean, Mor— she shouldn’t have—“

She sniffles and apologizes over and over again.

“Stop,” I croak. “It’s not your fault.”

“I know, but I shouldn’t have let Mor talk to you the way she did at dinner. I shouldn’t have left you alone to deal with your trauma, I know how isolating it can feel. I shouldn’t—“

“It’s okay,” I whisper, opening my eyes again only to notice that we’re the only two left in the room. “You didn’t know and you barely know me.”

“I do now though,” she argues. “And I will do better. I promise.“

I force a smile and nod. “Thank you.”

Then, silence settles over us and Feyre doesn’t take her arm off my shoulders.

My back and wings no longer hurt because the wounds healed a long time ago and there wasn’t actually a reason for them to hurt in the first place. Yes, the scar are a little sore sometimes, but they never sting like the actual wounds did.

I’m honestly a little embarrassed because I don’t like people seeing me this vulnerable, but there’s nothing I can do now but hope that no one ever brings it up again.

I know Azriel definitely won’t unless I talk about it first and Nesta won’t say anything about it either, but Cassian? Let’s just say he can be a little insensitive sometimes whether he means to or not.

“Feyre?” I whisper.

“Yes?” She squeezes my shoulders and looks at me with kind eyes.

“Could you not— you know— talk about what happened tonight? What you saw, I mean. . .” I ask hesitantly.

“Of course,” she assures me with another squeeze.

“Thank you.” I lean into her embrace a little more. “For everything.”

“Don’t thank me,” she whispers. “You’re family now and we’re here for each other no matter what.”

Blinking away a new wave of tears, I smile weakly and nod.

Family. . . They really are starting to be my family. Maybe not all of them yet, but definitely Azriel, Feyre and Elain.

The three of them tried to cheer me up after dinner and told me that what Mor had said was complete bullshit, but I told them that I’d rather just be alone and they respected that.

Feyre stays with me a while longer before leaving after I’ve assured her that I’d try to get some more sleep.

I obviously don’t, but I wait until she’s gone before sneaking out of my room and into the room with the grand piano.

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[levia-chan]

It's so awful. You thought you'd never experience it again.

Goosebumps run down your back, your stomach turns inside out, your tongue and muscles go numb. Your vision is getting hazy, and your hearing is getting worse by the second. You're barely conscious.

And why is that? Because a gray-haired sorcerer decided to treat you and brothers with his signature cookies. And you couldn't come up with an excuse to leave, and now you're here.

Solomon was talking animatedly about something, but you couldn't concentrate. Well, you couldn't make out what he was saying at all. At some point, the last forces that kept you conscious went away, and you were plunged into darkness.

You don't know how much time has passed, but it seems like you're starting to wake up. It looks like you're still alive! It's a happy thought, of course, but your body still remembers these terrible sensations, and you feel a little queasy.

When your vision and mind finally cleared, you decided to look back. How strange, you are not in the House of Lamentation but in some other place. It looks like you're in.. Wait, is this a Celestial Palace!? What the hell?!

You immediately jumped to your feet and became alert. This situation gives you a strong sense of deja vu.

If you get caught, you obviously won't get off easy. You needed to go somewhere private and fast. And just when you were thinking about it, you heard someone's footsteps.

Great, luck is definitely NOT on your side today.

You turned around and saw some kind of angel. He was looking right at you and approaching you, and you were already preparing to explain the situation, but nothing happened. He just walked on as if you weren't there at all. It was like you were a ghost. It's a strange feeling.

Nevertheless, you're glad you didn't have to fight. But now we have to deal with this whole situation.

While your brain was frantically searching for a way out of this situation, your gaze involuntarily lingered on that angel. He and several others approached the portraits of the brothers and began to take them off the wall. All this was watched by an angel standing at a distance from them.

He was definitely a seraph, as he had six pairs of wings. His long blond hair covered his face slightly, but it didn't seem to stop him from watching them closely.

Everyone present looked sad, regretted something, including him. It was immediately clear to you that he was trying to be strong for others.

After all the portraits were taken to a safe place, he said that he needed to be alone and went somewhere. No one dared to stop him, and after seeing him off with a knowing look, they went to different sides.

For some reason, you followed that seraphim. You felt you had to go after him.

You left the Palace and headed in the other direction. After a while, you started noticing an amazingly beautiful garden. The angel went in there and turned aside. You came to a large tree, the foliage of which cast a large shadow.

He sat down, leaning his back against the trunk of a tree, and finally gave free rein to his real feelings. You were a little confused by this and therefore stood in a stupor for a while.

"Lucifer... I'm so sorry...", his whisper reached you, accompanied by sharp breaths and exhalations.

"Michael..." you subconsciously said his name. You've never seen each other in your life, but for some reason you realized that it was him and exactly how he felt.

You couldn't bear to look at him like that, so you decided to comfort him somehow, even if he couldn't see you. You felt in your gut that he needed it.

You carefully sat down next to him and gently hugged him, burying your face in his neck. He was trembling, but under your embrace he really began to calm down. You sat in this position for a while before you pulled away. But when you did, you realized that he could see you. He looked at you with wide-open eyes, with some wariness and gratitude. You definitely didn't expect this.

"You..." he wanted to say something, but was interrupted when you started to disappear. He watched you leave and expressed his gratitude to you with barely noticeable movements of his lips.

You nodded back and smiled slightly before plunging back into darkness.

You woke up to the window in your room slamming slightly. You opened your eyes and realized that you were finally home. There was no one in the room, which is surprising in itself, but it looks like the others are also lying in their rooms and suffering from Solomon's cookies, judging by the unusual silence.

You would have written off everything that happened as a dream if you hadn't noticed a bird in your room. It was a white pigeon holding an incredibly beautiful flower with a ribbon in its beak. He left the flower on the table when he noticed that you were awake, and immediately flew away.

You got out of bed and walked over to the table. Taking the flower in your hands, you unfolded the ribbon and saw a single word "Thank you" on it.

Well, then it really happened.

You put a flower in a vase and began to admire it. The brothers don't have to know where you got it from or why.

[cissyenthusiast010155]

hey ha! saw requests are open so i take the chance and may request something also sorry for the english 👉🏿👈🏿 soooo the thing is im obsessed with lucifer from sandman in an unhealty way and there is this idea in my head that lives rentfree so luci saves f/reader that is trapped "in" a demon that shows them there bigges fear and all the things and people that they did something to they regret so we are crying and fearing but luci comes like " T_T...you shouldnt be here" grabs over our shoulder puts there wing protectiv around our back und guids us to the illusion that the demon is creating at a point where the illusion brings us to hesitate the next steps luci push us forward and be like the lightbringer angel they are and we are like 🥲🥲🥲 mhmhm thanks and fluff stuff

i know its kinda specific and its ok if your not up to this but want to drop here im a fan of your writhing so im looking forward to everything you post xD

so have a good one ans thanks for your time 🌚❤️

Hiiii anon!! Thank you for the request! It’s detailed, and I love that 🥰 I tried to follow your request as best as I could. Hope you Enjoy!! 💞💞

Shadow Shadow ~Soft!Lucifer Morningstar xGN!Reader

Mommy… Master List

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Warnings: angst, happy ending fluff, demonic possession, crying, anxiety, implied anxiety attack, greatest fears, comforting, pet names, fluff ending, etc.

Enjoy (:

The dishes had piled up in your kitchen sink. They had been bothering you all day, so with a sigh, you got up and went over to address them. You started cleaning the dishes one by one…

Your ears perked up when you thought you heard the door move. You looked back at the kitchen door, but it hadn’t moved. Odd, you thought.

Suddenly, you felt something invade you.

The feeling was hard to explain… Your eyes rolled back and you started levitating off the ground slightly, as a sharp, yet un-uniform, non-physical shape pierced and entered you. You let out a strangled scream as you started to feel your body go numb. You were sucked into yourself, having no control over your body anymore, somebody else was now at the wheel.

Everything around you was dark. You could still vaguely see through your eyes, but you were being pulled into the darkness more and more.

Suddenly you were pulled into a memory filled with true fear and terror. You started to shake as you were forced to relive these twisted thoughts and memories. They were warped, having heightened fear and fright. You started crying, falling to the ground and shaking uncontrollably.

You didn’t know how long you were in those state, but you were cradling yourself on the ground, scared to death and sobbing uncontrollably.

Suddenly, you heard a voice, not one of your own.

“You should not be here…!” The booming voice exclaimed.

You then felt the invasion start to be pulled out of you.

The feeling was still hard to explain… Your eyes rolled back and you started levitating off the ground slightly, as a sharp, yet un-uniform, non-physical shape pierced you once more, but this time exiting you. You let out a strangled scream as you started to feel your body come back to you. You were sucked back out of your depths, having finally control over your body again, the somebody else at the wheel now gone.

When your vision came back to you, you saw a tall figure with strong wings standing in front of you. You were still shaken and scared for your life. Your lip trembled and you immediately put your hands in front of your face to protect yourself.

“My name is Lucifer.” The large being spoke softly, bringing one of their wings around you, “What’s your name, little thing?”

The wing around you made you oddly calmer. You felt protected. And you felt like you could finally breathe.

“I… Y/N…” you whispered, wiping the tears away for your eyes.

Lucifer nodded slowly in understanding.

“That is a lovely name.” They cooe, “I am sorry that you had to experience that, my sweet…”

“What… W-what was that…?” You whispered.

Lucifer sighed.

“One of my more roudy demons who got away from me.” They admitted, “It won’t happen again. You need not worry.” They reassured you.

“No but what was that…?” Your voice trembled as you thought back to the horrific feeling that you had felt in every bone of your body for that time.

You winced and tears threatened to spill down your cheeks once more. Lucifer sighed in sympathy.

“You see, Demons like to thrive off of the human mind… And this demon specialized in fear” They explained gently, “So the demon pulled out your biggest fears to feed off of and survive inside you. Humans call this possession.”

Tears began to flow down your face once more. You nodded at their words.

“It was so awful…” you choked out, your voice cracking.

Lucifer’s wings held you closer and their hand came behind you to rub your back.

“I know, little one…” they cooed lovingly, “But the demon is gone now. It will never bother you again.”

“Ok…” you whispered, looking up at the Lightbringer with watery eyes.

“Thank you” you choked out.

“Anytime, little one…” Lucifer gently spoke, “I’ll come back to check on you soon, alright…?”

You hiccuped and nodded. Then Lucifer left and you were back in your kitchen. With your dishes.

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[thesevnthseal]

Maleficent

DEAN WINCHESTER X ANGEL! READER

SUMMARY: Dean betrays Angel whilst she sleeps, how could she ever forgive him

TW: slight angst, betrayal, slight gore descriptions, implications of drugging

BASED ON THE MOVIE "MALEFICENT"

Word count: 1684 (omg wow)

7 yaps: holy shit this turned out to be way longer than I expected, I'm actually so disappointed in this writing, especially after the way yall loved my first fic so I was really scared to post this. it is really all over the place and I think it kinda sucks also the grammar is really bad but we are our own worst critics or wtv so pls pls pls lmk if you like it, this was also my first time writing any kind of angst so that's another reason it's so rough, but I hope you enjoyed (also I tried to do a lot of foreshadowing hehe)

Dean has been acting strange lately, acting differently in a way that your untrained angel mind can't understand. You don't know why he's acting this way, but you could tell when something was just wrong, and Dean felt wrong

One thing in particular that you've begun to notice is that he lately tends to stare at your back more often and behind you but just over your shoulder as if searching for your wings which only you can see. When you would confront him about it his excuse is "Sorry angel, zoned out for a second there, can you repeat that?" at this point, you think you had to repeat yourself over 100 times in the span of 1 week because he was 'zoning out'.

One particular night the two of you are sitting on the couch and watching a movie, one of your favorites "Maleficent" It was your favorite because you loved princesses and you thought that Maleficent was cool with her big wings and horns. Even if the fairy lore wasn't exactly accurate you could move past that and just enjoy the story and Maleficent.

the two of you are right at the scene when Stefan cuts her wings off and you wince imagining the feeling of losing your wings. Dean suddenly turns to you "Angel, would you ever show your wings to me?"

You turn your head to look up at him and meet his eyes "I have" You are confused. you have done the thing that all angels do trying to look intimidating creating a shadow of your wings through astral projection and showing them off.

"I mean your physical wings baby, like I could touch the feathers," Dean says explaining what he meant "Could you do that?" his eyes flit around your face avoiding eye contact.

"Maybe I've never tried but I think I can" you reply turning towards him on the couch "Umm...come here"

Dean leans forward as you raise your hand to touch his head, someway somehow you manage to give him just enough of your grace to be able to see your true wings. he opens his eyes and they instantly go to see your folded wings, they are huge even when not extended. they are pure white, like the snowfall outside or the clouds in the sky. "wow angel," he pauses eyes tracing every feather fist clenching to restrain himself from grabbing them "They're beautiful...can I touch them? Please?" you nod in response.

Dean reaches his hand out as you extend the wing facing away from the couch, it almost reaches where the TV sits about 5 feet away. His hand runs delicately along the top of the wing, the feathers don't feel like typical feathers almost like fur with how soft they are. The room is silent aside from the movie in the background that the two of you had stopped paying attention to and Dean speaks up

"Can you feel them?" he asked. And it's a confusing question because yes you can but they are more durable than the rest of your body, you can still feel sensations through them just not necessarily pain except for pain inflicted by things like an angel blade or other angelic weapons.

"yes," you decide on a simple answer so as to not confuse him.

"hm," is all he says before he turns back towards the movie not pressing any further about it.

Later that night the two of you made your way into your shared room and began to get ready for bed. As you changed into a tank top and shorts you noticed Dean had been in the bathroom for an abnormally long time. You walk to the bathroom and place three soft knocks on the door, but by the time you are about to do the third knock the door swings open and Dean is standing there, his face is set with a mix of expressions you can't decipher, and he's avoiding your gaze. He pushes past you grazing your wing with his shoulder as he walks past. And even though you can't feel much in them it still hurts but not the wings.

You turn around to face him. he is shuffling through...his weapon drawer?..um ok odd but maybe he has a reason, sorting them Maybe you guys did just go on a hunt maybe he's ensuring they are all there? You don't know but you also don't question it, you never question Dean. You trust him, he knows what's best.

The two of you soon lay down and you face each other, but Dean isn't looking at you he is just staring at your wings and petting them, it's a calming sensation. It ripples through your back, and Dean breaks the quiet "Hey angel? Could you get us some water before bed?" this is the first time he's spoken to you in an hour so you instantly oblige going to get a cup of water. Dean sits up when you get up watching you walk to the sink and pour the water. You saunter back with the water cup in hand and pass it to the Dean who gives a nonexistent smile when he grabs it from your hand and his fingers brush yours, usually, his touch elicits a sparky, giddy feeling through your body but right now it sent a shock and a surprising coldness. You lay back down on the bed and his eyes follow you as he takes a sip of the water. He turns away for a minute placing it on his nightstand and doing something else before laying back down and facing you.

A blanket of silence falls over the room and he finally for the first time tonight looks into your eyes. But you don't see the dean you know, no that look is gone, there's still love you think but there's something else you don't understand. You speak up first "Are you ok, D?"

"'m fine angel no need to worry, just've been thinking a lot," he replies pushing a fallen piece of hair behind your ear "There's nothing to worry about, you'll be ok"

'You'll be ok'? That is a weird way to answer that question but it must be another thing to add to the list of things you do not understand about the Dean. "ok, can you pass me the water?" Dean's eyes widen the ever so slightest at that and he hesitates for a second just staring at you a little bit longer before he turns and grabs the water to hand over. You sit up slightly in the bed and take a couple sips, finishing off the glass. You set it down this time on your nightstand when you feel a sudden wave of tiredness which is a sensation you did not even know you could feel. The cup clatters off the nightstand as you drop it, a loud shatter as it hits the floor. The edges of your vision start to darken and you feel a pull of sleep and unconsciousness. What was in that water and why is Dean ok?

You look at him before falling back and he completely avoids looking at you and you can swear you see, tears?

"I'm sorry angel" is all you hear before everything goes dark, nothing, just emptiness and unconsciousness.

you wake up and instantly feel the most grueling pain you have ever felt, your back feels like it has been ripped to shreds but it also feels lighter. you go to reach for the dean for help but you're met with nothing just the empty bed and crinkled sheets. you sit up and are hit with another sharp pain in your back, you gasp at the feeling looking around, you notice dried pooled blood around your body, the shattered glass on the floor from the cup you dropped, and your back has the distinct crustiness of dried blood that you know so well, but this time it's your own. You begin to feel your back and wince and gasp when you feel there is nothing there, all you feel is the pain and aches. You can feel the wounds remnants of your wings having been there previously, feathers with dried blood, and an already forming scab, the bone that helped hold your wings. You scream in agony the pain overwhelming like nothing you've ever felt, sobs begin to wrack your body as you crumple into yourself one hand on your back petting the one feather that hasn't been scorned by the blood mourning the loss of your delicate protective, wings but also the person you thought you could trust the most. You hate that the angels were right, humans can't be trusted, they only want power. But now Dean will understand how has scorned you, and he will understand how good of a soldier you can really be

Dean sits outside the room spinning the angel blade in his hands crusted in your blood, he can hear your pained and hurt cries. It hurts him too but he knows whatever pain he's in right now can not amount to the pain your feeling, he turns his head and stares at the pair of wings folded up next to him the pure white color tarnished by blood. He knows you'll never forgive him for what he's doing but somewhere in his fucked up head he hopes you know that he had to and that he still loves you. he picks your wings up in his arms holding them close, they smelt like you still but now that scent is plagued by the distinct smell of your blood. He opens the trunk of the impala and places them in gently, wrapping them in cloth. He shuts the trunk and gets in the driver's seat placing his head on the wheel. He doesn't know what to tell Sam, or Cas for that matter but he sure Cas already knows and he knows both will hate him for it, but he hates himself, especially now he's lost his little angel.

I might start a tag list so lmk if you want to be on it

P.S not proofread