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neowinestainedress · 2 years

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SWEET DECEPTION

TITLE: SWEET DECEPTION | part of the INFERNO event

PAIRING: demon!haechan x incusub!jeno x fairy!jaemin x duplicating shadow!johnny x tentacle monster!yuta x ghost!jaehyun x fem!human!reader

GENRE: smut, monsterfucking, halloween themed, pwp

SUMMARY: on Halloween, nothing is as it seems. You end up in a room with six guys thinking they have amazing costumes only to be struck by reality when it’s too late; those are not costumes at all. But remember, on October 31, nothing is as it seems.

WARNINGS: smut, gangbang, monsterfucking, unprotected sex, dubcon, mind reading, aphrodisiacs, masturbation (f/m), oral (f/m), dirty talk, praise, degradation, fingering, hate fuck (only with haechan), choking (m/f), light predator/prey undertones, anal fingering, anal sex, spitroasting, double penetration (two holes and one hole), triple penetration, tentacles sex, overstimulation, dumbification, too much c*m, dom!nct x sub!reader (some switchy dynamics with haechan), just filth, pure filth if i missed smt lmk

WORD COUNT: 19.550k

A/N: I wrote this mess in less than a week, I deserve head pats for this. I don’t even know what to say, I’m sorry?? You’re welcome?? I hope you’ll like it?? I just know after writing this I need a three years detox from multiple members’ smut (and smut in general). Also, my second 2nd pov long fic, let me know what you think, please.

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“We need to do something for Halloween,” Ningning huffs, skimming through the dresses in the closet, trying to look for something to wear. She turns around, rolling her eyes at you, too focused on your book. “You’re not even listening,” she whines, throwing a pillow at you uselessly since you catch it immediately.

“Go out,” you reply, face still snuggled in the pages of the heavy book in your hands. “There are plenty of parties in town.”

“No,” your friend whines, giving up picking an outfit and sitting at the edge of the bed. “Like we need to do something, you never go out.”

You sigh, lowering the book to look at her for a second. “I simply have different interests, and you know it.”

“Yeah, your boring books, and whatever you do closed in the library all day, and the weird plants you grow.”

A chuckle rolls out of your lips, “The only time I came to one of your parties nothing interesting happened. There was nobody that sparked up my interest. I like interesting… people,” you reply with a shrug.

“You like people? Because I’ve never seen you interact with one. And the only time a boy talked to you, you looked like a pathetic mess. What even was his name? Jack?”

You nod mindlessly, but oh, if you remember him. It was… fun.

“You need to get off those books, I could show you some new friends, I’m sure you’ll love them.”

In the end, you let your friend convince you; you would’ve done anything as long as Ningning stopped nagging and crying about how you couldn’t leave her alone. As if she wasn’t going to leave you alone as soon as you arrived at this party she decided to go; one glimpse at an average-looking man and she was gone.

And as you expected, it went exactly that way. Ningning had disappeared and you were standing alone in that crowd of people, with the promise of a terribly boring night ahead.

“Kinda eye-catching, don’t you think so?”

You turn around startled by the deep voice resonating in the kitchen and see a tall man wearing a peculiar… dress. It’s black with a cape and the sleeves are moving around him almost as if an air-fanning mechanism is hiding underneath. Other than that his costume is normal, with no make-up on his face and silky black hair pulled back, barely visible under the fabric.

“Are you talking to me?”

He smirks, quickly glancing you up and down. “Of course, you’re the only one here,” he replies before whispering, “and the only one screaming for attention.”

You laugh, rather embarrassed when he flies right in front of you, making you take a step back and press your back against the counter. “Screaming for attention?”

“They’re all dressed in black or dark colours, playing demons or characters and you’re here, alone, in the kitchen dressed like an angel.”

“Angels don’t ask for attention,” you chuckle, turning around to finish pouring yourself a drink.

“Water?” Another voice comes from behind you, too close to you, actually.

“Oh, wow,” you gasp when turning around you see his costume; black horns on top of his head, a red tail following behind, and then… necklaces? Rings? A crown?

“I’m a mammon… for tonight,” he smirks, tongue running on his teeth as he looks at you with a smug expression. At your confused face, he laughs. “Greed, honey. Why do you think I have all this gold on me?”

“Oh, sure,” you hum, looking down at the floor, feeling surrounded and to the point of surrendering to something you don’t even know. “It’s beautiful.”

“Thanks, angel. You look ethereal,” he compliments but there’s something in his tone you can’t describe, almost as if he’s secretly telling you something he can’t say out loud.

“Haechan,” the other calls, making him look behind you. “Quit playing.”

The man you found out to be named Haechan rolls his eyes and huffs loudly. “Thought we just started playing.”

You feel kinda left out, and expect them to go on with their antic, maybe being able to slip away from them, but the other man talks to you.

“Don’t mind him, he’s a child.”

“She’s a child for picking water as a drink,” Haechan cuts him off, moving you from your position with a rough movement.

“Careful,” the man in the shadow costume comments, “she’s fragile.”

“I’m not,” you reply with a forced smile on your face, feeling more and more out of place, and trying to glimpse outside to see Ningning because how was it possible she always puts you in these situations?

“Looking for somebody?” Another voice brings you to earth again and when you blink your eyes to focus closer to you, you see another odd figure standing in front of you. Why is everyone so well dressed at this party? You made a last-minute attempt to put together all the white clothes you owned and finished it with wings and a halo you bought the day before the party.

“Oh, just a friend, in case she wants to leave,” you answer, adding a giggle at the end of the sentence to hide how you don’t like the shift in the room.

“Tentacle,” he replies to your unvoiced questions, making you look away after you stared at him just for too long. “Don’t worry, angel,” he snickers close to your ears. “I don’t mind when people stare. They can do amazing things.”

You feel like you want to die, so you turn around, only to be met with the man of before and… three other men? Where were they coming from? A fairy? A ghost? And another — supposed — demon you couldn’t name?

“Oh, you took time with your costumes, they look… realistic.”

They all laugh, leaving you perplexed. “Is it a bad thing?”

“No, honey,” the fairy talks. “Yours is very realistic too, but I think the one wearing it makes it so realistic.” He winks, making you avoid his gaze.

“Hell, stop being so cheesy, Jaemin,” the other demon comments, slapping his friend’s arms. You chuckle, shaking your head.

“Drink this,” Haechan says, handing you a glass.

You quirk a brow, staring at the liquid in the glass and trying to get what it is. It’s strong and it smells like a weird mix but you can’t look too sure about it, so you gulp and grab it from his… hand. Is that even a hand?

“What’s this?”

“Something stronger than your bland water.”

“How much stronger?”

“It’s good,” the shadow says and only then you realize that his voice sounds different too, almost as if it’s not really there, but it doesn’t look like he has a mic to distort the sound. “Want me to drink first?”

“No, no,” you reply, holding the glass closer to your body and then bringing the cup to your lips. You regret throwing it down in one single shot because it’s too strong for you to handle and you’d like to fake it didn’t affect you but it did, and you cough, covering your mouth and bending slightly to hide your face.

“You two are so ruthless on this poor thing.” You jump when you feel a tentacle resting on your back.

“It moves?” You forget immediately the alcohol that burned in your throat a few seconds ago, staring at the man next to you with wide eyes.

“I spent an entire year trying to make it work,” he explains. “Can’t show you the trick because it will ruin the magic but yes, it does.”

You hum, trying to water down the burning sensation by swallowing more saliva but your throat feels dry, you’re surrounded and you have not the smallest idea of where Ningning could be.

“I should go,” you say but the ghost and the demon are at the door in a second.

“Why don’t you come play with us in a quieter place?”

You chuckle, shaking your head, “I don’t even know your names how can I trust you? I barely can guess the costumes you picked.”

“Jaehyun, the ghost,” he smiles, handing you his hand before he pulls back before you can shake it. You find it odd but the man beside him doesn’t give you the chance to focus on it.

“Jeno, an incubus.”

“An incubus…” you panic for a second, staring into his eyes for more and relaxing when nothing happens and he still looks at you with the same hungry, lustful eyes. “The sex demon, right?”

“Yeah,” he replies, smirking. “I usually love explaining this in other circumstances.”

You snort, fighting the urge to roll your eyes. “Get dressed like one often?”

“Nah, only every Halloween, I’m quite close to this old mass of clothes and makeup.”

Someone coughs and you both turn around to stare at the tentacle man. “It’s rude to act as if the room is empty.”

“Sorry.”

“Yuta, by the way. I guess you’re smart enough to understand what I am, right?”

You nod, wanting to ask more questions about the choice but the sneeze you make when someone comes closer to you stops you.

“It must be the glitters,” the fairy says, reaching out his hand. “I’m Jaemin, never caused allergic reactions before.”

You chuckle, nodding. “No, it’s fine, it’s fine, seriously. I like the colours,” you add, eyes longing on the beautiful blue of his wings and how perfectly it merged with the green of the rest of the costume. Finding him cute; beautiful dark, blonde hair half-hidden under a small hat and a bright smile on his face.

“Aren’t you cold?” The white shirt exposes more than half of his chest, and the pants reach only past his knees.

“Aren’t you half naked?” Haechan responds instead, receiving a smack from the shadow next to him.

“I’m Johnny,” the man finally lets you know his name but not who he is. “A duplicating shadow, quite hard to replicate but I think I did an amazing job, right?”

“It’s amazing. I like the way they move, I wouldn’t waste a second trying to make these wings bat, not even if they paid me,” you laugh, referring to the cheap wigs you bought last minute, and then your eyes land on the demon that’s looking at you.

“You already know who I am.”

“Yeah, he’s a fan of big entrances,” Jaehyun huffs, walking closer to you.

“Now that you know us, do you trust us?” Jeno speaks with eagerness in his voice, it’s so evident and in character, it makes you chuckle but only internally.

“Where would we even go? We can’t just wander around the place.”

Yuta smiles, “Glad we know you’re not a rude guest but, honey, we threw this party.”

“And you’d leave your guests here? Without you?”

Yuta glances over your shoulders, the mass of bodies swinging to the music, and then smirks at you. “Pretty sure they’re all having fun, you, on the other hand…”

Well, the night was young, and you didn’t have anything better to do, so what could’ve gone wrong?

You’re not sure if something went wrong but you’re sure that things aren’t going right either.

Time is passing by — you have no idea how much time passed — and nothing happened yet. They flaunt their costumes and make weird jokes you wished you didn’t understand. But you’re still there, sitting on a red couch in one of the rooms on the upper floor as you watch them do their things.

“Angel is getting bored,” Jaemin shouts, finally bringing your attention back to you.

“We are working for her,” Johnny says.

“Working?” You raise a brow, tilting your head. “You’re just strolling around in your silly, little costumes.”

“Nobody ever told you you’re too feisty to be an angel?” Haechan tells you, slightly offended by your words.

You click your tongue and shrug, “I usually don’t go around like this.”

When he’s on top of you, you gulp. “Maybe you should try to take acting classes and fit into the character.”

You laugh, “It’s so funny because all it took was a stupid bad comment against your costume and you gave me exactly what I wanted. Attention.”

You see Johnny hold back a grin from the corner of your eyes and some of them laugh lowly at their friends, while Haechan only huffs and steps back.

“Annoying.”

“Come here, angel,” Johnny calls, patting his thigh, sitting on the table in front of you. “Do you know how to play beer pong?”

“Not really, stopped going to college a long time ago,” you say, “not really a long time ago, it feels liberating to be free from that.”

“It’s okay, we don’t mind old women,” Jaehyun chuckles when you stutter.

“I’m not old, I’m… experienced.”

“Experienced?” Yuta asks.

“Yeah, one year of college is equivalent to ten years of life.”

“You’re funny,” he says.

“Thanks, better than annoying.”

“You’re still annoying,” Haechan retorts, and you see he’s slouched on another couch, eating fruit as if he’s a king or something. He probably is totally convinced of being one.

“Why don’t you teach me how to play? You should be greedy to get a prize?”

He shakes his head. “The prize is not material. Is just some boobs and funny pictures.”

“Boobs?”

“Don’t listen to him, it’s not as perverted as it sounds,” Johnny says, glaring at him before offering you a reassuring smile. “We make the losing team take off their clothes and do a random dare without clothes.”

“Oh,” you gasp. “I think I’ll watch.”

“I think we need three members each,” Yuta says, dragging you close to the table with a tentacle and when you feel it on your skin you wonder how realistic it can be, well, based on how accurate the descriptions of tentacles can be.

“Okay, but it’s just one item of clothes,” you say. “Please,” you ask, batting your eyelashes at them.

“Fuck, if you ask so nicely,” Jeno groans, moving to the other side of the table followed by Jaehyun and Jaemin.

“Remember the rules,” Johnny says when you’re divided into teams.

“Yeah, no cheating,” Haechan remembers, standing up to watch from the sidelines. “No magic tricks.”

“That’s boring,” Jeno huffs.

“You’re the one that can do less so I wouldn’t complain.”

“What are they talk—” you start to say but Johnny stops you.

“They’re being idiots,” he says, glaring at them. “You remember how to play?”

You nod, the explanation he and Yuta had given you before pressed in your brain. It wasn’t even like you had to remember something, you just had to be lucky that the ball was going to end in their cup and they were going to miss yours.

But destiny doesn’t seem to be at your side tonight, and you suck at this without help. So you lose.

“One thing off.”

“This was to warm up, let’s make the worst of three rounds,” you say, “Come on, so we can play more.”

“You don’t care about playing,” the demon retorts with a sound of disappointment.

“I do.”

“It’s because she’s not drinking,” Jaehyun says.

“I am.”

“You drunk once, the rest were all gulped by your knights in shiny armours,” Haechan comments.

“Fine, I’ll drink more.”

Jaehyun, Jaemin, and Jeno share a glance before nodding against their will. “Fine, but no more rules changing after this,” Jeno says and you see him boiling in his seat, it’s like he has this unlimited energy and can’t wait to get to something and you don’t know what it is. Too naïve to get he wants to get to you, the real prize of the night.

“Deal.”

You blame it on the alcohol dripping down your throat when you can barely hit one cup for the duration of the second game and Yuta and Johnny’s abilities aren’t enough to make you win. So the last one is the big match, and you don’t feel so confident anymore.

“Scared, angel?” Jaemin asks, lifting a brow as he stares at you grabbing the white ping pong ball and getting ready to aim.

“You wish.”

You huff loudly when you miss and they laugh, even the ones that should side with you.

“You’ll be luckier next time,” Haechan comments, winking, and then the game proceeds as usual. Your team catches up until it’s a tie, and the last shot is in Johnny’s hands.

“Oh, oh,” Jeno cheers when he misses, and you can only stare at the cup on their side with an open mouth.

“Sorry,” he whispers, not really sorry at all.

You’re about to talk when Jeno cuts you off, “Scared of what will happen when I’ll make it?”

You’d like to answer, ‘if you make it,’ but you keep quiet, biting your lips because you know he will make it, he’s promising it to you with the way his eyes stare into yours and you have to look away.

Jeno smirks and then throws, so easily that the way he acts drives you madder than the fact that 1) you lost and 2) you have to get rid of one of your clothes.

“Bingo, baby,” he chuckles before they are all on the other side of the table. But they don’t seem really interested in their two friends, all eyes are on you, all of them.

Now that you look at them, you realize they’re not much dressed, if Johnny took off something he would completely ruin his costume. And you don’t understand Yuta’s costume, are the tentacles attached to his shirt or to a backpack?

You clear your throat, deciding to make the first step and your hands reach under your white skirt that’s barely reaching your mid-thigh.

“Panties?” Jaehyun asks, tilting his head.

You hum, “the skirt covers me anyway.”

“Smart,” Jaemin comments, snickering.

“Not really,” Haechan remarks but doesn’t explain why, he doesn’t want you to change your mind. So he stares deep into you and watches the matching white panties roll down your bare legs. “Mine,” he growls, ripping them from your hands as soon as they come off, sitting around your white plateau with the string around your ankles.

“You’re so greedy,” Yuta huffs, rolling his eyes.

“Wouldn’t be a mammon if I wasn’t, don’t you think so?” He barks back and then looks back at you. “You have to do something, don’t you remember?”

You are only then reminded that it’s not over and you curse yourself at the dumb decision but you nod anyway.

He licks his lips and looks at the others that nod. “Touch yourself.”

Your mouth parts open and you stare at them in shock, chuckling hysterically as you think they are joking, they must be joking, right? But they are not, they are waiting patiently — not really — for your next move.

“Are you stupid?” Jeno growls, his patience snapping once again and making you shake for a second.

“No, I… I wasn’t the only one on the team,” you try to save yourself.

“Right,” Jeno says. “Yuta, Johnny, make her sit on the table and spread her wide.”

“What, no!” You scream, trying to squirm away from them but they are faster than you, immobilizing your legs, body, and arms with ease. The way their arms feel around you it’s weird, they don’t feel real and they definitely feel more than four.

“Angel, seriously?” Haechan asks, walking closer to you now that you’re sitting on the edge of the table. “Why do you have to put up a fight when your panties are soaked?” Your body burns up when he brings them to his nose and smells them and you try to hide your face for being so exposed.

“Do you have to watch?”

“Of course, we do,” Jaehyun says, grabbing a chair to show you he’s going to enjoy the show. “Don’t act innocent, you could’ve taken off your shoes and you took off your panties, you are a tease.”

You decide not to answer and instead let go of the firm hold of your legs to try to stop the other men from exposing you, and when they reach your skin, you jump. One is wet and the other doesn’t feel heavy like a hand.

Your head snaps up and turns side to side to meet their eyes and you realize something is different.

“It’s wet,” you whimper, looking at the tentacle on your leg.

“I told you I worked hard on it.”

“It’s…” you stop, struggling to find the words that describe what you’re feeling, but apparently none of them cares about your doubts or fears.

“We’re waiting,” Haechan reminds you and when you glance over you see they are sitting in front of you.

You gulp and then bring two fingers to your lips, sucking them enough to get them wet. Some of them moan, some others groan and you feel your breath falter because Yuta — and especially Johnny — feel so all over you.

“Lift her skirt up,” Jaemin orders them, and Yuta does what he asked, a slimmer tentacle wrapping on your tummy as it lifts the skirt, and he feels you shiver.

“Nobody believes you find this weird,” he whispers next to your ear, a smirk can be heard in his voice as his lips brush over your neck.

“It is weird,” you reply, voice dying in your throat. “But I like it.”

“Good,” he growls, biting your earlobe and you moan. Eyes widening when you realize what you did. You avoid the others mocking eyes and you bring your fingers on your clit, starting to rub slowly, going with the same rhythm that brings you more pleasure.

“You’re so pretty, angel,” Jeno comments, but he’s definitely not staring at you, his eyes are fixed between your legs, pointy and long tongue slipping past his lips in a smirk.

You shiver when Johnny’s hand touches closer to your inner thigh, it’s soft, and light, incredibly light considering how big and strong he looks under that black mass floating around him and the dots don’t connect, nothing of this makes sense.

“Slip one finger inside, angel,” the fairy man orders you, looking at you with a rather tender look, wings shaking hard behind him, glitters falling to the ground.

And you obey, collecting the wetness that is dripping out of you shamelessly to stretch your pussy with a finger. It shouldn’t be so hot to have complete strangers ordering you to do such things, but it’s like your body is moving on its own.

“Pretty sure you can do more than that,” Haechan comments, leg bouncing nervously, hands covered in rings clenching tight around your panties, trying to fool his needs that those are enough of you for now.

“I don’t,” you reply shily.

“Then I’m sure Yuta and Johnny can help.”

Your mouth only opens to reply but shuts as soon as Yuta wraps a hand — you forgot he had one — around your wrists.

“Want my fingers or something else?”

Your first thought definitely doesn’t go to the tentacle but when he swings it in the air you try to squirm away.

“Ca-can you put them away?”

He laughs, and Johnny’s fingers slip between your legs, making you look away for a moment before Yuta grabs your face with a thin appendance, you glance behind him and you blink repeatedly, thinking that they keep coming out and you have no idea how that could happen.

“What, angel? Thought you liked my costume,” he pouts, letting two other tentacles wrap around your covered boobs.

“I — I do, but they seem too real,” you breathe out, mind fogging slowly as Johnny keeps moving his fingers inside and his thumb circles your clit.

Yuta smirks, “And would it be a problem if they were real?” He asks, tentacle falling from your face to replace the hold with his hand, he likes it much better because he can squeeze you close to him, and make you believe he would be so sweet to kiss you but that doesn’t happen. “Would that be scary? Terrorizing, even, maybe.”

Your throat is dry and you don’t know what to say. “You — you’d be a monster,” the laugh is broken in your throat, and it’s hard to push the other words out. “And monsters don’t exist.”

“Oh, honey…” you hear Haechan comment with a taunting laugh.

“Put them back,” you ask Yuta again, ignoring the demon’s comment.

“They don’t terrify you now that they are wrapped around your tits,” he replies, squeezing the two on your chest more, sucking on the nipple, wetting through the fabric.

At that, you jump. “Okay, wait, stop,” you try to squirm away from him and Johnny as you can’t believe anymore this is a joke. And they do let you go, watching you crawl back on the table, trying to close your legs and fix your clothes.

“This is not funny,” you say, staring at them, chest huffing and heart racing.

“Who said it was supposed to be funny?” Jaehyun asks, challenging you with a teasing look.

“You, when you convinced me to come up here with you.”

They chuckle as if your comment doesn’t faze them, as if your fear doesn’t faze them. You actually think it turns them on.

“You were having a great time,” Johnny comments, smirking.

“I should leave.” You don’t bother asking for your panties, knowing Haechan wasn’t going to give them to you, God knows what he was going to do with them, and you jump off the table, but when you look up Johnny is standing in front of you… two Johnny are standing in front of you.

You’re frozen on the spot, looking back and forth between them, shaking your head and blinking trying to remember how much did you drink to be this drunk.

“I love people’s confused expression when they see me,” he comments, but only one is talking and you’re even more confused than before, you look back and the others are unamused.

“Who are you?” Your voice is shaking and you feel like you’re going insane, for all you know they probably drugged you and these were the effects, but apparently, the truth is even worst than that.

“It’s me,” Johnny replies with a smile on his face.

“It’s us,” the other him adds, looking at him.

“Okay, whatever game of projections or shadow is not funny.”

“Oh, it’s not a game of shadows, we are shadows,” one of the two comments and your back hits the table again, hands gripping the border tight.

“Stay right there,” Johnny comments, walking to you, touching your chin, and his shadow follows.

“I don’t understand,” you whisper, lifting your eyes to look into his, but you fail and stare at his lips before you curse yourself because it’s not the right moment, time, and place to be horny.

“You don’t have to.”

You nod, pretending to have given up, and then a brilliant idea hits you, if he’s a shadow — whatever that means — he’s not corporeal, so you can at least pass through his copy.

So you smile and then look back. “Should we finish what we started?”

The other smile, thinking it’s odd you accepted their nature so easily, wondering if you truly got it, but when you sprint to the door again, it all adds up.

You scream when something wraps around you and lifts you in the air. You’re not fast enough, not as fast as Yuta’s tentacles. And only then you get that they’re not fake, that none of them it’s wearing a costume except you.

They are no humans, and you are no angel.

“Baby, baby, baby,” Yuta clicks his tongue, shaking his head in disappointment. “Why are you running away from us when we were having so much fun?” He makes you sit on the table again, and Johnny reaches his side again. The others are standing, and you are completely blocked by him, tentacles secured around your wrists, tied together behind your back, and around your ankles, dangling from the table.

“You scared me,” you justify. Your heart has never beaten so hard in your chest before, and shamelessly not even your pussy.

“Somebody sucking your nipples scares you?” Haechan asks and you shake your head.

“Those things — are — they are and you... I was seeing double,” you rant looking at Johnny, furrowing because he did scare you with that.

“I am double,” he replies and the shadow pops up again, smirking at you.

“Don’t pass out, baby, I know I’m hotter than him but it’s a bit too much.”

“Shut up, Youngho, you’re my exact copy,” Johnny barks.

“He has a name?” You ask in shock, brain spinning not able to comprehend anything of what’s going on.

“Unfortunately,” he replies before the shadow disappears before it can talk again. Copy of himself or not, Johnny can’t stand him for more than five minutes.

“Can we focus on what matters?” Jeno groans. “Like you losing the game and the bet.”

“I — I touched myself,” you reply, writhing when he comes closer to you.

“But you didn’t come,” he whispers, tongue rolling out and it is long and pointy, then his eyes flash red and you see how sharp his canines are when his lip lifts in a smirk.

“All of you are… real?”

“You’re so dumb, angel,” Haechan comments with a mocking laugh. “Took you two hours to get it?”

You frown but decide not to answer him, you have other things to focus on, for example, Yuta’s tentacles spreading you open again and Jeno kneeling on the ground in front of you. He has been quite silent but the way he moves and looks at you makes you think he’s so powerful and you don’t really know what he’s hiding behind those beautiful dark brown eyes, they seem too welcoming to belong to an incubus.

“What are you doing?” Your voice is clipped as you stare at him with wide eyes.

“Making you come,” he winks.

“No, that’s not —”

“Shut up, for fuck sake,” Yuta says, pushing two fingers in your mouth, glaring at you when you mumble around them. “Be grateful I didn’t push a tentacle in.”

You whimper no sense but then give up, shoulders slumping back when Jeno’s tongue lays flat on your cunt, collecting the wetness that dripped out of you. He grunts loudly against your skin after the first taste and your attempt to close your legs get stopped again, and you have no idea by who, Jeno’s tongue and lips are working too well on you that your head rolls back in pleasure.

“Fuck, I want to see them,” Johnny grunts, and you don’t get what he’s talking about until he pushes your top down, ripping some seams from the thin white sleeves you sewed on your own to make the costume, boobs spilling out of the corset, making you squirm and moan louder around Yuta’s fingers when his tentacles get back on them and Johnny’s hand add to them, squeezing and pinching for what they can.

Your legs shake and try to close around Jeno’s head, tongue flicking fast on your clit, already sending you over the edge, leaving you gasping for air as some spit drools down your chin and your nails leave half-moons on your hands behind your back.

Jeno pulls away satisfied, a cocky smirk on his face as he looks at his friends. “Was it a record? Less than a minute?”

“Stop bragging, damn,” Jaehyun huffs. “It’s not a merit when you use your little tricks.”

“Little tricks?” You ask, panting when Yuta pulls out of your mouth, making you splutter.

“It’s a secret,” Jeno winks at you before backing away.

“And now that you’ve loosened up can you fucking touch yourself, please,” Haechan asks but it’s an order and not even a gentle one. It’s not unknown that he has no patience and you’re also one that intrigues him the most he can’t wait to get his hands on you.

“I don’t think I can.”

“I’m sure you do,” Jaemin says, his tone doesn’t come out as teasing as the one of the other monsters but you still hear the urge behind it. “You know how to do it, right? You were doing it before?”

You hum, biting your lips and shyly bringing your hand between your legs when Yuta lets them go. “I’ll try.”

Your finger slips inside again, starting to move like before, but it doesn’t feel as good as always, it’s not like Johnny’s fingers, and it’s not like Jeno’s tongue. But you’re too proud to say out loud that you need them, it would be too embarrassing, and you don’t want to hear Haechan’s mocking laugh.

So you close your eyes, trying to concentrate on the pleasure on your nipples and over your skin as Johnny’s shadow and Yuta’s tentacles are running all over your body. It feels overwhelming, and you start wriggling away again.

“Do we have to do this all the fucking time?” Yuta growls, tightening a tentacle around you to make sure you stay in place. “Only know how to behave if somebody has their face buried deep in your cunt?”

You shiver at his words and how harshly and mockingly they come out of his mouth as he looks at you.

“And don’t stop fucking yourself,” Johnny orders, voice ringing in your other ear, making your fingers move again inside you.

“It’s too much,” you cry, trying to pity Yuta with doe eyes but he finds it funny, pathetic even.

“It’s never too much for teases like you.”

“I’m not a tea—” you can’t reply because this time his tentacle is stuffed in your mouth and your eyes snap open. It’s not extremely thick, but it’s large enough to make the corner of your mouth burn up at the stretch.

“Fuck, so much better when she only muffles around something,” Haechan comments, and when your eyes drift in front of you, you notice they’re all naked. Your eyes widen again when you see the sizes of their cocks, the only ‘human-like’ being Jaehyun’s and Jaemin’s, but they were still above average, and you are more than sure you couldn’t fit Jeno’s or Haechan’s inside of you.

“Don’t think about that,” Jaehyun says before his lips twitch in a smirk, “we always find a way to make it fit.”

You almost choke around Yuta when he replies to your question, can he hear you? He smirks again, mouthing ‘maybe,’ and you almost pass out. You’re fucked.

“Soon,” he jokes, staring at you with a teasing smile on his face.

“Stop talking with your brain,” Haechan grunts, stopping you and Jaehyun from having your secret conversation. “It’s so fucking annoying when you leave us out of the fun.”

“You always want to have everything,” the ghost huffs, slumping back into the chair and shaking his head.

You stop paying attention to them when Johnny smacks your thigh, and your eyes silently ask him why.

“You keep stopping moving your fingers,” he scolds. “Fuck your pretty pussy harder, come on, we know you can do it.”

You nod, or try, it’s quite difficult when Yuta is fucking the tentacle in your mouth, whispering low moans against your ears, using your mouth for his pleasure, and then start moving your digits faster inside you.

But they are not enough.

You whimper around the tentacle, and your hips buck up, trying to get them the message with your body.

“Oh, what’s wrong, angel?” Jaemin asks, wings flapping behind him, and you wonder if he does it when he’s excited, but he seems rather neutral about this, maybe he’s just good at concealing it. “Not enough for you?”

You nod, faint, muffled ‘yes’ vibrating around Yuta.

“Wasn’t it too much just two seconds ago?” This time Jeno is the one talking, an arrogant grin on his face.

“Didn’t you get her, already?” Haechan chimes in. “She loves making little scenes, our little toy is a sucker for attention.”

You groan, brows knitting as you think that you hate him, and that makes Jaehyun chuckle.

“What did she think?” The demon asks his friend, and he shrugs. “Jaehyun, what the fuck did she say?”

You shake your head swiftly, begging the ghost to don’t say it, pleading mentally, but Jaehyun wants to have fun, and he knows that Haechan doesn’t let go of anything. The demon holds his grudges just like he holds his gold.

“She hates you,” he says. “A bit.”

You curse him mentally and he apologizes shrugging. “Lying is a sin.”

Haechan looks at you with a surprised, mad, and still cocky, expression, and your heart jumps in your throat. You want to say it was a playful ‘I hate you,’ but Yuta’s still buried deep into your mouth and you can barely breathe.

“You hate me, angel?”

You deny, hoping he’d fall for it, and he drops it, but you don’t know that he’s the best at holding grudges. “We’ll see. I’ll find out myself.”

You gasp and sputter when finally Yuta frees your mouth, spit dripping down your chin, neck, and chest.

“I can’t come,” you cry, pulling out to rub your clit faster, hoping that will bring you over the edge.

“Oh, poor soul, only got a taste and already nothing else can satisfy her?” Jeno pouts, a proud grin on his face as he remembers how easily you came on his tongue.

“Need more,” you plead, lower lip pushing out in a pout that doesn’t win you anything.

“You won’t get it if you don’t make yourself come,” Johnny replies sternly, making you whine.

“I can’t.”

“That was the pact, angel. Make yourself come.”

“There was no pa —” You groan loudly when Yuta stuffs your mouth again, snickering at your cute, frowned expression.

“I really don’t like hearing you talk,” he says, tentacle moving fast inside your throat. “Prefer the lewd sounds you make, so cute.”

“Come on, angel,” Jaemin encourages you. “I’m sure you can come.”

And you do, it’s not as strong as before, and you miss Jeno’s little tricks — whatever they are — but it makes you feel good, mostly thanks to Yuta’s tentacles sucking your nipples.

“Fuck,” Yuta groans when your throat closes around his tentacle and he fills your mouth with cum… so much cum that you can’t swallow it all and you already make a mess on your body, tears tricking down your cheeks.

“See, it wasn’t that hard,” you think it’s Johnny talking but when you dust off from the high and your head looks back, you see Youngho sitting behind you, whispering next to your ear.

“Don’t act like you hate him,” Johnny tells you when you give him a look that screams ‘does he really have to be here.’ “He will make you feel good later.”

Your eyes snap open, “He will what?”

Johnny doesn’t answer, only snickers when Haechan pushes him away, the shadow disappears from behind you, reaching Johnny’s side, and Yuta’s tentacles leave your body, all wet and sticky.

“Fucking finally,” Haechan growls. “You take so fucking long toying with them.”

You stare at him, palms of your hands resting flat behind you on the table as you struggle to keep your body up. He’s fast in his movements, rough and eager as he studies you and he finally feels you. Hands covered in gold rubbing your burning skin as he pulls your top off of you, leaving you exposed after throwing it behind him, following the same fate your wings had a few seconds before. His fingers crawl up your thighs before they give you nothing.

“What?” You whine when he takes a step back.

“Angel,” his tone is condescending and you think again that you hate him, “I take, not give.”

Oh, yeah, you hate him.

“Then I’m sure somebody else will give it to me.” Being smart is not one of your qualities tonight because that comment sets him on fire. You can’t give him up so easily or don’t beg for him to pay you attention.

“Little slut,” he growls, cupping your chin and tilting your head back, “you hate I can read right through you, right? Faking fights while our cocks have been the only thought in your brain since you saw us?”

You decide you love the thrill and the way he seems so irrational that you may even pay the consequences.

“Theirs, maybe. Surely not yours.”

He groans, pushing you against the table, it’s so hard that the shock leaves you breathless and speechless for a while.

“You will be begging for this cock, I promise you,” it’s the only thing he says, promises, before he tugs your skirt down with no delicateness at all.

“Dumb, innocent, angel, has no idea what she put herself through,” he hums against your skin as he trails on your thigh with his lips, kissing and then biting hard enough to make you flinch every time.

“Hae-Haechan,” you scream when he skips around the area where you need him the most without giving you what you need.

“Shut up, you’re not the one begging,” he rasps, your eyes lock and the way he’s looking at you could be enough to make you come on the spot, but it only leaves you clenching around nothing.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it,” you play your last card, but he only laughs at your face. He does give you something more, fingers slipping past you, filling more than yours did, the cold metal of his rings sending shivers down your body. He’s not fast, but extremely meticulous, studying your reaction for a while until he understands what makes you feel better, pushing you closer and closer until he pulls away.

“No,” you whine.

“Beg,” his voice is stern and his eyes are full of lust and need. “And apologize.”

“I’m sorry, I…” you gulp, pulling your legs together but Yuta immediately slithers a tentacle and traps your left leg flat against the surface. If glances could kill, the one you reserve him definitely would, but he’s unaffected by your attitude, after all, you don’t stand a chance.

“You?” Haechan urges, cock throbbing because he can’t take this either. He wanted to be deep inside of you since he saw you wander around the place like a lost kitten but now he also needs to teach you a lesson.

“I didn’t mean it, I wanted to tease you, can you please fuck me?”

He shakes his head, “Don’t give me those fucking eyes, it just makes me want to make you cry.”

“Please,” you still beg, spreading your only free leg, hoping the lewd invitation will be enough to make him change his mind.

But it’s still not enough, he wants to wear you out, so the only thing he gives you are his fingers. Three fingers, knuckles deep, curling up inside you, cutting your breath short. You shudder when his thumb starts rubbing your clit, and you feel warm when you think you’ll be able to reach the orgasm, so close you can already grasp it…

“Haechan,” you groan, opening your eyes to glare down at him, and the way he’s completely unaffected by your disappointment gets on your nerves.

The demon’s laugh rumbles in his chest before his lips twist in a smirk again. “You didn’t think I’d let you come just like that after the way you acted, did you? I’m afraid you’ll have to work for it harder.”

“I fucking hate you.” You keep getting dumber and dumber. Should know by now that he doesn’t like it when you think that, imagine when you scream it in front of everybody.

The switch in his eyes is subtle, you see them get darker, and the corner of his lips curl up, sharp canine showing out. “Let’s see how much you’ll hate me after this.” He’s not gentle at all when he dips into your warm pussy, groaning as you squeeze him as soon as he bottoms in, the stretch of his fat cock making your toes curl and your face twitches in discomfort.

“Big,” you scream, nails dragging against the wood.

“You can take it,” he replies, pulling all the way out before he slams in again, the sound of his balls slapping against your ass resonating in the room. “See? Nasty hole made just for this.”

Your hand slams against the surface, but this time not from pain, he’s so veiny and thick, perfectly curved that everything else disappears. Even the want of slapping his face or choking him.

“Look at you,” Jeno comments, and only when you hear his voice you realize he’s standing at your side, not really looking at you, he’s more interested in the way Haechan’s cock is stretching you. “Do you still hate him? He’s annoying but pretty good at what he does, isn’t he?”

“Stay in your lane,” Haechan growls before you can answer, and the incubus rolls his eyes.

“Full of flaws, not every demon can be perfect,” he brags, tilting his head and lifting his shoulder in a quick movement to show nonchalance.

“Fuck off and wait for your turn.”

“I can watch.”

“But don’t distract her from me,” the mammon barks, slamming into you faster to prove a point. You feel like you’re going insane, writhing under his broad body as pleasure courses through your body with force, and your cunt clenches harder seeing the two demons fight over you. Greed and lust, you have no idea which one of the seven deathly sins is worst in their nature.

“If she distracts herself maybe you’re not really good at it.”

Haechan doesn’t answer, he looks at you, grabbing your wrists and pinning them above your head, hitting the fake halo that somehow is still surviving like a headband.

“Don’t you fucking dare look away from me,” it’s an order that you should take as a threat but the way he’s so possessive over you doesn’t really make you register it like that. You don’t really know what has taken over you — probably you plan on getting killed by the end of the night — and you purposely look at Jeno.

Haechan groans, he knows you’re doing it on purpose, he has gotten you and your feisty, bratty character since he first saw you, pretending to be innocent just to be a tease. But he’s flawed and gives you exactly what you want, falling into your trap of appearing innocent and naïve to get what you want.

You whine when he pulls out, letting out an embarrassing moan when he flips you with no care and presses you flat against the hard surface after dragging your body to the end of the table, your hips surely hitting against the hard surface with every hit, heeled feet holding your whole body up.

“I promise you are going to hate me even more,” he whispers before fucking into you again, the burn of it making you moan and rest your head against the table.

“I always take what I want, angel. Always.”

You babble no sense, static buzzing sounds are the only things filling your brain.

“And I want you. All of you. Your body. Your brain. Your stupid little remarks so I can turn them into poems for me. Fuck, want to get you greedy over me, crazy over the way I feel.”

You’re not happy to fall into his wishes so perfectly but you’re already addicted. His moans of satisfaction, deep and husky, are getting to your head and making you forget the light discomfort you felt when he pushed inside you, cock thicker than anything else you’ve ever taken, of course, your past partners were humans, he is not.

Your ass pushes up, and you yourself have no idea if it’s to fuck back into him or to struggle away from the intense fucking, but Haechan takes it as the latter and he doesn’t like it.

“Trying to run away, baby? After you purposely messed up with me?”

You shake your head, the muscles on your neck already numb.

“Good,” the chuckle that leaves after the comment is evil and your body trembles at that, walls squeezing tighter around him, making him smirk even more; he always gets what he wants. And he wanted you since he eyed you at the party, wondering lonely, trying to find a small patch where you could fit. And luck wanted that you fit perfectly right there under him. “You’re not going anywhere, dumb angel. C’mere.”

You don’t expect him to grab a fistful of your hair and push you up, arching your back and still slamming into you with vigour.

“Nggh, Haechan,” you cry out his name, eyes squeezing and lips quivering. The bliss is starting to overtake everything else in your brain and body, as his thrusts, fast, strong, and precise, are sending you closer to the orgasm he had ripped out of your hold before. And you screaming out his name seems to boost his ego even more; his hand slips in front and wraps around your neck, pushing your back flat against his chest and hitting deeper.

Your knees buckle, eyebrows knitting and nose scrunching as the pain of your hips hitting the table starts to get uncomfortable.

“Haechan,” you grunt when he lets go of you and pulls out, a mess of yours and his excitement dripping down your legs to the floor.

“I love the way you scream my name, whether is full of love or hate.”

You breathe deeply, “It will never come out with love.”

“Seems like it did before,” he teases, grabbing your tired body again with a powerful motion, making you turn around and stand up next to the table.

You want to collapse on it again, feeling boneless, but you feel two arms wrap around you, it’s Jeno.

“What did I say about touching what’s not yours?” Haechan groans as soon as he sits in the middle of the table and sees the incubus too close to you.

You can feel Jeno smirk behind you and you wonder if the two have something going on but that slips your mind soon.

“Are you his?” Jeno asks, kissing your neck, you can feel his sharp canine graze against your skin, and touch your body, cupping your boobs, making you shiver and moan.

Haechan pulling you out of his hold is the thing that makes you fall from cloud nine, heart jumping in your chest as you don’t expect to be manhandled that easily.

“Hell, you really want to get on my fucking nerves tonight, don’t you?”

“I — I didn’t, it’s him,” you try to defend, this time it was truly Jeno’s fault and how he was playing with your brain, it wasn’t your fault you could feel him so much.

“It’s always somebody else’s fault,” Haechan groans, impaling you on his cock. Your head rolls back and you can’t hold in the embarrassing loud and squeaky moan you let out.

“You know Jeno doesn’t play fair,” Johnny comments, unbeknownst to you to defend you, clicking his tongue and Haechan only glares at him, warning him to mind his business.

“Ride me,” he orders, cupping your chin with a strong hand. He snorts when your eyes widen at the request. “What? Thought I was going to do all the work? I want people to serve me, I’m never the one working for things. You, on the other hand, I told you, you were going to work for it.”

“I can’t,” you mumble, voice coming out mumbled because he’s still squeezing your face.

“I’m sure you can. With that angel face and the devil eyes, you’ve ridden thousands of cocks, haven’t you?”

“No,” you whimper, body betraying you as you start to grind your hips on him. “Not this big.”

“I don’t care, you decided to see the worst part of me and now you pay the price.” He groans when you still don’t move and fucks up into you.

“Fucking move. Do you need me to guide you?”

You shake your head and start to bounce on him, your better judgment deciding you had tested him enough today and risking it further was going to be the dumbest decision of your life.

“Fucking finally, so you can listen?”

You have no strength to answer him, your body is on fire, your lungs are on fire, letting out so many moans you hope people downstairs can’t hear you, not that it mattered, you weren’t going to see them again anyway, but it still feels humiliating to be aware of the mess he’s turning you in.

“Are you sure you’re not that experienced?” Jaemin asks, staring with attention, enchanted by the way your plump ass is moving on his friend.

You nod, biting your lip because you don’t want to give Haechan the satisfaction that he’s making you feel good. But he doesn’t need your moans to know you’re loving it. He thinks he never had a nicer pussy in his whole life, and it had been a long one, so warm and wet, sucking him in so nicely.

So he mocks you again, because if you hate him, he hates just as much how proud you are. You will never give him the satisfaction so he has to drag it out of your pretty lips.

“You hate that you love it, don’t you?” His hands grip your waist and he moves your body on his cock, taking over your movements. “Yeah, you do, don’t shake your head, it’s useless. You’re so high on my cock you can’t even speak, dumb, little angel. You can’t even tell if it’s me driving you insane or the fact that it’s me.”

You groan, clenching your fist to hold back the urge of slapping him because once again, he’s right, he’s always right.

“Want to choke me, baby? Slap me? Sink your nails on my skin?”

You nod, looking into his eyes for a split second before the way he’s looking at you makes you drift your gaze away. He’s eager, never satisfied, and you can read in his eyes that if he could, he’d keep going all night until the only thing you can think about, mumble, and beg for is him and him only.

“Choke me,” he orders, catching you by surprise. “Do it, isn’t it what you want? To make me pay because you hate I’m right and I have you in the palm of my hand?”

If he gives you permission, you surely won’t miss it, so your hand wraps around his neck, slowly restricting the flow of air while he keeps slamming up into you.

When his head rolls back, you think you’re in control, you think for the first time in the night he’s letting you win, but you’re wrong. He looks at you again and laughs.

“See how weak you are? What if I did it to you?” It’s not a question, and when he reaches around your neck, the hold is strong enough to dim the flow of blood rushing to your brain, and your head rolls back like your eyes, mouth parting to let out soundless whimpers.

“You fucking love it, don’t you? Nasty slut dressed up like the purest things in heaven, fuck.”

You don’t even care to reply or tell him he’s wrong because he isn’t. You love that you hate it.

“Want me to tell you that you feel good?” Haechan teases, moving closer, lips brushing against yours, and you find him smirking when you open your eyes and stare into his. There’s the entire hell inside. “Yeah? Need validation?”

You nod, trying to kiss him, hating yourself for doing so, but you can’t look away from his lips even if it’s getting harder and harder to focus when he’s still cutting your flow of air.

“Seek it somewhere else,” he groans, moving you faster on top of him. “Maybe in therapy.”

Now you really want to choke him until he passes out, and you do, hands reaching for his neck, doing nothing, but it’s a bit of revenge for your ego, he’s crashing it with no care and you can’t keep watching while doing nothing.

“Got mad, angel?” He coos before his body betrays him and he throws his head back too. You might not be as strong as him but Haechan loves the way your hand is wrapped around his throat, and for some reason, he loves the way he can’t break you down, not like he’s used to, at least.

You gasp when he lets go of your neck, head falling forward to meet the crook of his shoulder, body bouncing up and down as he wishes to, you have no control over yourself, and you don’t care. You don’t even care when, grunting, he flips you over again, and starts fucking you into the table, your ass arching up while your knees scrape against the wood, hips pistoning into you with less strength and swiftness but he’s going deeper and he’s making sure you feel every inch.

“Please,” you cry out, overwhelmed with emotions.

“Please, what?”

You’d like to answer but you don’t even know what you want or need. He can’t give you more than that, and even if he could, you would break.

“Want to come?” He tugs at your hair before he presses your cheek against the desk again.

“Y-yes, please.”

“Say you don’t hate me,” he growls, losing control of his strokes and starting to fuck you harder.

“I — I don’t,” you groan internally. “I don’t hate you.”

“Say no other cock will make you feel as good as me, say you love me.”

“I — I, mhh, no one will make me feel as — fuck — as good as you.”

“Why did you stop?” You cry out when his movements still out of you, leaving you empty and pulsing around nothing.

“You didn’t do what I asked.”

“Fuck, I — I love you,” you scream out in desperation but for him is enough to fuck back into you. And you start mumbling it over and over again as you both come while he keeps railing you mercilessly before filling you with his cum.

“Remember,” he whispers, moving your hair to the other side, lips brushing your ear. “I always get what I want.”

You have no strength to reply or move, and you lay there, trying to catch your breath when you feel a pair of hands on your skin. Not only the skin is soft but the touch is delicate, the total opposite of Haechan’s.

“Oh, poor angel,” Jaemin whispers, caressing the skin of your ass, “he can get rough at times. Need somebody more gentle?”

You hum, turning around with fatigue, barely feeling your body and you don’t let yourself remind that you still have four to take, well, five, because Jaemin still didn’t do anything to you.

“Let’s try this,” he says.

The sudden floating triggers an instinctual reaction, and for a second you almost slip. It’s hard to hold back the feeling of what’s prodding behind your back as the fairy dust doesn’t feel strong enough to keep you up.

“You won’t fall,” the fairy reassures you, sensing your panic before he lifts in the air too.

“I — I don’t think this is a good idea,” you say, heart strumming in your chest so loud you’re sure everyone in the room can hear it. He didn’t even lift you that high in the air, you’re barely twenty inches above the table, but it still makes you feel like it’s wrong.

“I told you, you can’t fall,” he repeats, grabbing your waist, pushing your back so you stay laying and don’t try to move around. It’s so weird you have no idea how you’ll have great time, but Jaemin is quick at proving it to you.

When his lips make contact with your cunt you don’t complain about how weird it feels. Your head falls back and it’s nice not finding a table, or a bed, or anything underneath.

“Fuck,” you moan.

“Like that, angel?” He asks, pulling away to talk, but he’s close enough you can feel his breath hit your wetness and that makes you shiver even more. “You taste amazing.”

You hide your face when he groans throatily against you, inhaling your scent and rolling his eyes before his tongue slips inside of you, fucking in and out with quick movements.

“Don’t hide yourself,” Johnny reaches you, moving your hands away and keeping them still in his hold. “You weren’t embarrassed when Haechan was railing you, so why be now?”

You only let out a groan in reply, bucking your hips to grind against Jaemin’s face, fucking back against him.

“See, you can’t even pretend you’re not a nasty whore,” Haechan mocks you, sucking his teeth.

“Is it right, baby?” Johhny coos, caressing your cheek, and you shake your head, letting out a scream when he reaches down between your legs and starts rubbing your clit, giving it the attention Jaemin’s giving to your hole with his tongue. “No? But you’re so messy and needy. Love the way he’s eating you out?”

You nod eagerly, eyes rolling in the back of your head as the orgasm seeps into your body with intensity, leaving you shaking in the air, their hold on you the only thing that makes you feel more stable.

Jaemin pulls out of you with a loud pop of his lips, spit and cum smeared all over his chin, glistening in white. And with your tired, half-lidded eyes, you still think he looks so beautiful even like that.

He winks at you while he cleans himself before bringing his fingers to your mouth and making you suck, and you do, lips wrapping around them eagerly, licking off yours and Haechan’s juices before letting go with another filthy sound.

The pleasure of the orgasm is still running through your body when you feel Jaemin’s tip press against your hole. He’s slow and patient, so much more patient compared to Haechan. He doesn’t tug or turn you around, he doesn’t feel the need to own. Instead, he watches as his cock stretches your cunt and then bottoms in, the warmth of your insides making him shiver. He’s comfortably big, filling you just right, veins rubbing your walls so deliciously your whole body shudders.

“You feel so good, angel.” His voice is almost soft, just a bit stained with pleasure. Eyebrows knit as he enjoys the sensations of your pussy wrap around him, your wetness already dripping down his balls with the slower movements.

From your lips roll out mumbles and moans as the pleasure starts running in your blood again, this time it slithers slowly into you with every slow and intense thrust and it makes you see stars. It’s like magic.

“You’re so pretty,” he hums, staring at the way you contort under him, eyes squeezed shut, tears dried on your cheeks, and scarlet lips parted to let out the prettiest sounds he had ever heard coming from a human. You sound like a melody, submerging the obscene sounds that your bodies are making, skin against skin and cum squelching in and out of you.

“You’re too nice with her,” Haechan mumbles, bringing you two out of your ‘intimate’ moment.

“Not everyone is a beast like you,” Jaemin replies, turning his attention to him for a second before he brings it back on you, and Haechan only huffs.

“Do you want me to go harder?” The fairy still asks you, thinking that he might not be wrong considering how much you liked how he fucked you mercilessly before. But you shake your head.

“No, I – I like it like this, keep going.” You do like it, but you are also aware of the other four monsters that have to take their round with you. You’re sure that none of them is as gentle as Jaemin and you can’t let him bend you to the point you break, leaving that to whoever was coming next.

Jaemin smiles and then wraps his hands around your waist, fingers sinking into the soft flesh of your hips and waist, almost kneading it like a cat. “You feel so good, angel, so fucking good,” he moans letting his head fall in the crook of your neck when you start squeezing him tighter.

The compliment makes your heart swell and your hands reach his back, jolting when you meet his wings. He chuckles lightly. “They have always been there,” he comments, voice lower and breath heavier, hips starting to move faster and messily against you.

“You are a sight to see,” he moans, moving your hair back, the halo falling on the table as his fingers rub against your scalp. “Want to come again?” He studies your face contorted in pleasure, lips trapped in your teeth and eyebrows knitted, your hands sinking in the skin of his arm.

“Yes, wa — want to come.”

“Come for me,” his voice gets stuck in his throat when you clench around him, letting go of the orgasm, your legs unconsciously wrap around his waist to push him closer to you, making him still as the pleasure shakes you.

“Oh, shit,” Jaemin moans, staring at you, some sweat collecting on his brows as he holds his orgasm in, wanting to feel you more. “Can you take one more, baby?”

You nod swiftly, blinking your wet lashes to meet his brown eyes staring down at you.

“Course you can, want my cum, don’t you?” He smiles when you hum, reaching his wrist to hold somewhere, feeling even less stable now that the orgasms are making you feel like you have no more control over your body. “I’ll give it all to you, angel.”

“Please, please, Jaem,” your voice dies in your mouth, words muffled by noisy whimpers, and nails digging into his lower back, surely leaving marks on his immaculate skin, legs pushing him in.

Your pleas are what it takes for him to give in, rapid thrusts coming to a stop when his lower back presses against your ass and his hands grip onto your waist harder, his sounds are soft, almost sounding like a melody and they make you come even harder around his cock, stomach twitching while he fucks his seed deep into you.

“Fuck,” he huffs, throwing his head back, shaking his hair out of his face, grip on our body loosening up, “You did so well, angel.”

He leaves a small kiss on your fucked out face before he leaves you alone.

“Since she’s up in the air we might as well leave her there, don’t you think so?” You can make out Jaehyun talking and Jeno laughs at his words.

“We?” You ask shyly, blinking hazily as you see them fly around you, Jeno’s wings spread in the air unlike before, shielding you almost completely from other hungry eyes, and Jaehyun is levitating in the air where you’re still half spread open, at this point not even caring of being so exposed and dripping.

“Yes, little one,” he replies. “Never taken two at the same time?”

You shake your head swiftly, feeling your heart race in your chest, panicking while you wonder how long the fairy dust will keep you in the air and how you can survive them.

“The dust is not the thing keeping you up,” Jaehyun says, once again entering your brain. “I am. And you will survive us.”

“Can you stop reading my mind?” You intend for it to come out with more anger but the last five orgasms had drained you out and your brain is starting to don’t work at its best anymore.

“Why? You don’t talk, how am I supposed to know what’s running in your brain?”

“You don’t have to? Maybe those thoughts are not for you —” Your voice gets muffled by Jeno’s cock in your mouth and you look at him with wide eyes.

“Sorry but Mr. Greed it’s not the only impatient one.” The grin on his face is playful as if he didn't just shove his cock in your throat with no warning, stretching your mouth to an unbearable size.

“Asshole,” Haechan hisses from somewhere, but you’re too occupied struggling with Jeno’s cock cutting your air to pay him any attention.

“It’s big,” you muffle around his length, it’s girthy, long, and veiny and you aren’t prepared — mentally and physically — to take him in any hole.

“Breathe,” he says, pulling out, you feel ashamed at the string of spit that connects your mouth and his tip, “but don’t talk.”

You do as he orders, goosebumps forming on your skin as Jaehyun’s fingers touch your skin. He’s cold, of course, he is, but the contrast between his body and Jeno’s incredibly warm one makes your head dizzy.

Jaehyun doesn’t tease you but still smirks hearing your thoughts getting messier with every passing second. He had promised himself he was going to stop using this trick and get into people’s brains while fucking them, but it’s just too much fun, and he knows he’s not the only one doing that. Jeno can read minds too. And when their eyes meet, they smirk knowing exactly what’s going on.

But you don’t, you have no idea they plan to play with your brain more than they do with your body, snapping you to the point of no return, leaving you in shambles for the others to come.

“I think you’d look better turned around,” the incubus whispers, caressing your chin and his touch is so delicate that you get on your toes, well, not really, you wouldn’t have the strength to do anything anyway, but your brain tries to pretend to be able to — and want to — fight what they’ll give you while an instinct feels you can’t take it no matter how much you want to.

“You’re cold,” you whine when Jaehyun’s hands wrap around your waist completely and turn you so you’re giving him your back, curving up nicely, ass in full display, untouched hole winking at him. Even if you can’t see him, you perceive the way he’s looking at you, and you think you can hear his thoughts for how loud he’s thinking them. He can’t wait to own you and ruin you.

“And you’re so warm, especially here.”

You bite down a scream when he pushes into your rim after collecting some cum that was dripping out of your cunt, two long and cold fingers parting your tight rim with force.

“Never done that, either?” Jeno asks, teasing you with an amused smile. “You really are an angel. An innocent, pure angel that got in trouble.”

You don’t reply, you wish you’d find his teasing, condescending tone irritating but you find it hotter than you should and Jaehyun feels it in the way your body reacts, asshole clenching around him and cunt pushing out a river of cum while it convulses around nothing.

“Should we teach her something new, Jae?”

The ghost nods and you feel another finger make its way inside your ass, rubbing against your walls and making your head roll while your eyes squeeze shut.

Jeno swiftly cups your chin and unfocuses you on your pleasure, bringing your face to his dick level again. “Lust is so fun when you know how to play with it.” You don’t know if it’s the way Jaehyun’s fingering you, but you don’t feel the same anymore, the way Jeno’s thumb is rubbing against your chin and cheek is making you dumb, lips falling open to invite him in. It’s so easy for him to get your attention and turn you into mud that you fear what he could do later. “Do you want me to teach you some tricks, baby girl? Sorry, I’m not a big fan of angels.”

“Yes, please.” The reply slips out of your mouth before you can form it in your brain, it’s like you have no control over it — or your body — anymore.

He smiles satisfied, loving the way you’re slowly falling apart, sanity leaving your brain and lust taking over with no other thought. “Open up, then.”

When your lips part more you expect him to push his cock in, but instead, two fingers fill your mouth. “Fingers are so underrated,” he says almost as if he’s answering your mind, and you wonder if he can read it too, but your thoughts are so hazed with pleasure and need that it’s getting hard to see through that. “I love seeing my preys get dumb just on them.”

Your stomach twitches when he impliedly calls you his prey, something in your brain clicking, making your heart jump, happy to be his victim, whatever he is going to do to you.

“Suck them harder, just like that,” he coos doing a pouty face but his eyes are piercing you and you’d wish to know what’s running in his brain. “Love having your mouth filled? It’s so much better than when you talk. Nice and quiet and dumb on us.”

You nod eagerly, sure that you’re ready to take him fully without messing like the first time. Wanting to feel him again, have him sink so deep under your skin your only thoughts are about him.

“I think she’s ready,” Jaehyun speaks again, bringing you out of your thoughts.

“No, I —”

“Shh,” Jaehyun shushes you verbally, but Jeno pushes his tip against your lips and waits for you to open up.

“Just relax and this will work,” the ghost speaks, pulling his fingers out, and when you feel them press against your holes from both ends, you close your eyes, hoping they won’t get you destroyed.

The moans they let out when they push into you could be enough to make you come on the spot, their hands securing their hold on you, Jeno’s in your hair and Jaehyun’s on your hips. They are strong and not giving you options but to stay there and take it.

“So nice and tight,” Jaehyun moans before he drives his hips out and sinks in again.

While you don’t find him uncomfortable, he’s thick and long but still human-like, Jeno’s dick triggers tears from your eyes as it fucks against your throat.

“You’re so good when you don’t act like a brat, baby,” Jeno praises you, meeting your teary eyes, already anticipating your wrecked face when he’ll start to move into you with more force. “Can you take more?”

It’s not a real question but you nod anyway, eager to satisfy him more. Not even knowing where this feeling comes from, but you want to be good for him, and your ass moves side to side almost like a puppy wagging its tail.

They all find it endearing in the room, with small chuckles and groans leaving their mouths as they watch you lose your morals and rationality.

The groan Jeno lets out when he starts facefucking you is deep and hits your core, pussy dripping and clenching around nothing while Jaehyun is pounding you with deep and slow strokes. They are both taking their sweet time with you, making you feel every inch of themselves, and you take it, drunk on the feeling.

“See, it wasn’t going to be hard to take me here,” Jaehyun snickers, parting your asscheek, watching attentively as your hole welcomes him in with ease.

Your hands reach Jeno’s thighs and stay there to keep the balance, and you look up at him. He looks like a God with his head thrown back, perfect, defined jaw in full view, burgundy wings moving behind him, and strong arms flexing as he keeps moving your head and using your mouth as a fleshlight.

“Is it too much, baby?” He asks, and when your eyes meet you wish they didn’t, he messes up with you in a way nobody else ever did, hits your core with the slightest movement or word. Jeno grins when you shake your head. “Good baby, take all my cock, I know you can. We wouldn’t have picked you if we didn’t. We don’t like failures, and you’re not a failure, right?”

You pull away gasping, mumbling alongside with moans, every hit coming from behind making it hard to form a thought, and even worst to say it out loud. “N-no, I won’t let you down.”

“I doubt that.” For the first time in a while, you hear Yuta talk, his stern tone sending shivers down your back. “We know what happens after they fuck with you.”

“Don’t worry,” Jeno replies to him. “She’s special, aren’t you?” He talks to you and you hum around him, the vibrations making him curse. And he wonders if Haechan’s right and you’re doing it on purpose, putting on a play for them, or if you’re really that naïve sometimes.

“We’ll see, I hope for her she’ll make it out alive because I plan on having fun tonight.”

A guttural moan ripples from your throat when Jaehyun cups your asscheeks before spreading them apart. It feels dirty and wrong but so good and another orgasm menaces to rip through you.

“Don’t come,” he orders, slapping your ass and you yelp letting go of Jeno’s cock, an embarrassing amount of spit drooling on your chin.

“But why?”

“Because we tell you so,” Jeno replies sternly, shoving you on his cock again, making you choke around him, hitting the back of your throat so fast that the disgusting sounds you’re producing make you want to disappear.

“I bet she will fail and come,” Haechan snickers.

“Bet, what?” Johnny asks.

“Another round with her.”

“Fine,” the shadow hums before they seal the deal with a shake of hands.

You’d rather don’t have an orgasm for the next ten years than fuck with Haechan again — okay that might be a lie, but you don’t want to see him win — so you try to use that thought to hold your pleasure in, letting them use you only for their pleasure, fucking into you almost as if they want to put you on a test.

You even manage to hold it in while they come, the sounds coming from them almost animalistic, just like the thrusts they give you.

You think they’re done with you, and even if you can’t hide you're disappointed you didn’t get to come with them, you don’t have the strength to take more, not from them at least. But you should know by now that they don’t think like you, and they are never satisfied.

When they flip you around you feel in another universe even if you didn’t come, it’s like you're exploding with bliss and greed for more.

“Tired,” you mumble, looking up into Jeno’s eyes with tears streaming down your face when they lay you against the table, the cold hard surface making you twitch.

“No, baby, come here, let me give you some energy back,” he comments before pulling you on his thigh, he’s kneeling and his wings bat around you, shielding you completely for a second. “Feel better, baby?” He asks, studying your expression, trying to read deeper into you because there’s something about you that doesn’t fit in the puzzle of the night, but he can’t grasp it, and for now, he blames it on how perfect you are, inside out, exactly what he wants, loves and need, perfect to toy around and make obey.

You hum, gifting him a dumb smile before your head falls back against his shoulder. Too lost in the haze, you miss their exchange of gazes and the way Jaehyun kneels in front of you, their bodies caging yours, trapping yours in between them.

“What — what are you doing?” Your voice is shaky and you look around in surprise, trying to get a glimpse of the other two that are still waiting, but Jeno’s wings hide you once again.

“Can you focus on us, angel?” He asks, cupping your chin to turn your face toward his with force.

“Yes but — but aren’t you done?”

You don’t expect the deep, mocking laugh to come out of Jaehyun’s lips, and you don’t even expect to find his eyes darker than they had ever been. “We’re nowhere done with you.”

“How — how are you —”

Jeno shushes you again, pushing two fingers in your mouth and forcing them against your tongue.

“Just empty your pretty little brain and relax,” he whispers against your ears, pulling out of your mouth, spit dripping from your chin, teeth clenching when his cock pushes inside you, stretching you wider than Jaehyun before.

“Fuck,” you cry out, head falling back, cunt clenching when Jaehyun pushes your legs flat against your chest before pressing his cock into you. “Wait —” your attempt to at least understand what’s going on fails embarrassingly, a deep moan choking your words, eyes rolling in the back of your skull while your lips gape wide, breath cut out of your lungs.

“I told you not to think or am I wrong?” Jeno growls in your ear, fingers tangling in your hair and tugging behind.

“I — I —”

“Shut up,” he orders, and that’s finally enough to make you shut up, letting all your doubts fall behind. All the blood in your brain rushes between your legs as they start ramming into you.

“Fuck, so good, baby,” Jaehyun says, moving closer, his knees hitting Jeno’s. They have never done it like this before but he finds it easier to move you up and down on them, almost using your body like a toy.

You’re completely gone. Their scent inebriates your brain, their muscles cage you, making you feel weak and powerless, the contrast of Jeno’s warm skin and Jaehyun’s cold one getting to your brain just like their hips working meticulously as they thrust into you alternately. Thick and big cocks pushing your holes open as they’ve never been before, and you wonder how it can be that enjoyable. It’s like they’re fucking the pleasure into you, you never felt this good before.

“Please, please, let me come,” you beg, fingernails digging into Jaehyun’s back, eliciting a hiss from him.

“Think you deserve it?” Jeno asks, nose snuggling in your neck before his teeth sink into the spot between your neck and jaw, causing your head to roll back and a louder moan to slip out of you.

“Yes, I’ve been good, please.” To make the pleading more efficient, you look at Jaehyun with your watery eyes, trying to give him the most innocent look you can, even if it’s quite hard considering you’re sandwiched between them while you’re letting them rearrange your guts.

“Come, but I hope you can take more, ‘cause we won’t stop,” he rasps.

You hum, “Ye-yes, can take everything.”

They all doubt that, thinking it’s a miracle you’re not passed out yet, but none of them says a word. Jeno and Jaehyun too busy feeling how the orgasm makes your holes squeeze them. The others too busy trying to dim the pain while jacking off as they watch you.

And you know you would’ve been able to take it, but this orgasm hits you like a wave, dragging you underwater, making you struggle for air, muscles tired and skin burning as — of course — they don’t stop moving in and out of you.

“Jeno,” you cry out, feeling you could pass out, trying to turn your head to meet his lips; whatever he had given you before, you need more.

He sneers, looking down at you. “Need help?”

You nod, pouty lips making him think you still look so cute even if you’re a complete mess, sweat pearling your skin, tears and spit drying on your cheeks, and not a single coherent thought in your brain. He loves hearing the mess that’s going on inside of you. So he kisses you again, his hands reaching your waist, brushing against Jaehyun’s that are already there, holding you so tight in place you’re sure they will leave imprints on your skin.

“Is it too much for you, angel?” Haechan teases you from the sidelines, and when you pull away from Jeno’s lips you glare at him, a fire fuelling inside of you but when you open your mouth no words slip out.

He snickers, shaking his head, giving you an ‘I told you,’ glare that makes your blood boil even more but you can’t pay him attention, you can’t even prove him wrong.

“Oh, look at you, our dumb angel can’t even answer him,” Jaehyun mocks, caressing your burning cheek, tapping it lightly to wake you from your dreamy state, but it doesn’t really work. “You look like a mess, an angel should never look like this.” His thumb presses hard into your cheek, smearing around the mess of the eyeliner, mascara, tears and spit that sits on your face. “Are you drooling at how good our cocks are?”

Only then you realize that you are, saliva dripping from the corner and pooling on your chin. Embarrassment takes over you and you move a hand up to clean your face but Jeno slaps it away.

“Don’t you dare,” he orders, voice dropped lower than ever, ringing loud and clear in your ear, making you come again. It’s embarrassing to say at least, and you hate how long the orgasm shakes your body from head to toe.

“So fucking nasty,” Yuta mutters from the side. “Who said she was too innocent for this?”

You cry out, feeling ashamed. Never in your life has something like this happened.

“I told you she’s good at masquerading,” Haechan will always find a way to mock you and you detest that you keep giving him reasons to do it.

“It’s Halloween after all,” Johnny dramatizes, and you roll your eyes at the lame joke but Jaehyun’s hand on your neck is what makes them stay there, in the back of your head. He doesn’t apply pressure, only grazes your skin, feeling you gulp hard with every deep thrust they send against you.

When their moans start to turn into feral groans you get that they are close too, hips slamming against you sloppily while their hands wonder on your body, it’s like they want to leave their fingertips all over you, want you to walk — probably crawl — out of there smelling like them, marked by them, leaking them.

Jeno presses his face against one side of your neck and Jaehyun on the other, completely pressing you between their broad bodies and Jeno’s wings, kissing and biting your neck while they come hard, their cum filling your holes, trigging yet another orgasm, leaving you breathless and powerless, as it overflows in thick, sticky rivers of white splashing between your thighs, ass and even ending on your mound.

“You did so well,” they both whisper at the same time, shushing you with kisses and brushing your wet hair away.

When they leave you laying on the surface, you feel empty and cold, already missing the contact and warmth of their bodies, but you take the brief moment of calm to gain your breath back and stretch your limbs for what you can.

“Hi, angel,” Johnny says. His body completely overshadows yours and you can barely make him out through your half-lidded eyes. He caresses your cheek while his eyes wander on your naked body. “So, so pretty, aren’t you? Even after they completely ruined you.”

“Wa-want you,” you whisper, body lifting from the table underneath you to move closer to his, it’s hard to tell apart where his physical appearance ends and the shadow starts, but you think it’s thrilling.

“Oh, eager, aren’t we?” You expect Johnny to talk but once again his shadow appears at his side and now you’re surrounded by two of him. You don’t really know how to feel about it. Two of him feel like a blessing and a curse at the same time.

“They never get used to it,” Youngho snickers, smirking at your confused expression jumping back and forth between the two.

“Not until we make them feel good,” Johnny replies, hand moving between your legs, smearing the mess of cum leaking out of you. “Angel,” he coos, “you’re so messy.”

“It’s not me,” you try to justify, voice clipping in your throat when he pushes two fingers in. You can’t stand teasings anymore and you whine.

“Please, fuck me.”

“Weren’t we enough, angel?” Jaemin asks, he’s not really mocking you, he’s impressed, to say the least. The few times they happened to do something like this together at least three of them went home with nothing, their toy for the night too far gone to do anything else. But you… you are different, and he feels like he’s missing something he can’t wrap his head around.

Haechan on the other hand simply thinks you’re pathetic and unsatiable and has no problem reminding it again. “Of course, we aren’t, for nasty things like them it’s never enough.”

He sparks a fire inside of you and you’d like to jump off the table and strangle him again, this time for real, while you’re reminding him that he’s the last person that can talk about being greedy, but Jaehyun’s voice inside your brain tells you to stop and you listen. You can only listen to the sanity he’s pushing in your brain and the instinctive reactions of your body because for the rest you feel like your brain has been emptied and filled with lust.

Also, you can’t pay attention to Haechan when you have not one, but two, Johnny in front of you. Youngho is still weird, but all you can think it’s the way they’ll make you feel.

Shivers run down your back while Johnny’s fingers move up and down your skin, his touch is like a light breeze. You barely realize that the room got darker and you look up at him.

“We work better in the dark,” he replies before he starts leaving kisses on your skin, sucking your nipples with avidity.

You jump when you feel Youngho move a hand between your thigh, fingers slipping inside you.

“Do you want another one, baby?” Johnny teases after pulling away from your hard nipple with a loud pop.

Your eyes widen. “You — you can create another one?”

The chuckle that rumbles from their rib is deep and mocking. “There can be thousands of us.”

Your lips open and close trying to let out an answer that simply can’t come out because you can’t even form it in your brain.

“Don’t worry, though,” Johnny says, biting the side of your boob. “It will be just us… for now.”

His comment can’t scare you enough because if you can have other him fucking you, you’re sure you’d take them all, any time and in any way. If all of them are so good with their tongue and fingers you want them all over you. And as if they can hear you, you feel Youngho’s hand cup the breast Johnny’s not paying attention to before leaning closer and sucking your nipple.

You bite your lips, head rolling back and when you open your eyes, you meet Jaemin’s eyes, he has an amused expression on his lips, while his hand is wrapped around his cock, you smile at him faintly before you lock eyes with Johnny’s again.

“Need you.”

He smirks down at you, admiring the goosebumps forming on your body every time their hands brush your skin.

“Should we give her what she wants?” He turns around, talking to his copy.

“I think she deserves it.”

Your toes curl in anticipation when Johnny lays down on the table and urges you to sit on his lap, and you’re reactive like a puppy waiting for a treat after following an order, and for now, your treat is a kiss and his cock sinking into your dripping warm walls. It’s so big you moan in the messy kiss and you shiver when you feel his shadow behind you. They are all over you, their limbs mixing with the grey substance surrounding them, you can barely see the others through it.

“Johnny,” you whine, hands planting on his chest when he lays flat again and his hands wrap around your hips, holding tight and moving you to grind against him, throbbing hard clit rubbing against him, sending buzzes of electricity through your bones.

“You’re still so tight, angel, even if they absolutely destroyed you. So warm and wet for us,” he moans, brows knitted together, and nose scrunched up as you squeeze your walls around him on purpose.

The sound of a smack on your ass resonates in the room before Youngho parts your cheeks and spits in your rim. Your head falls against Johnny’s shoulder, biting down the embarrassment but your cunt squeezes around him tighter, and so does your rim, twitching in anticipation.

The shadow’s hand pushes you flat against his owner, keeping you arched, perky ass in perfect view as his cock makes its way into you, once again filling you until you can barely breathe. You can’t even form words anymore when they start working on you. Of course they know how to do it, they’re the same person after all, doing their best to mess with your brain and fuck you dumber.

It’s not difficult for them to set a rhythm of steady and deep thrusts. You can feel Youngho move, so his right foot plants at your side while the other knee supports his weight firm against the table, giving you deep and calculated strokes. While Johnny moves your body up and down on him with ease.

“Are you tired?” Johnny asks groggily, fingers tangling in your hair to lift your head up from his shoulder. He wants to admire your fucked out state, puffy lips, lipstick ruined and glossy eyes.

You shake your head but your brain is empty and you can barely hold your body up, chest pressed against his, the muscles of your neck hurting as he forces you in place.

“No?” He coos before kissing you roughly and biting your lower lip. “Have you starved yourself for months waiting for this?” It’s obvious the answer is no, you couldn’t have known you would meet them, but you’re still eager for more, it’s like you’ve been kept sex-less for years, actually.

“You — you just feel so good,” you blabber out, some spit drooling out of your lips and he promptly licks it off.

“How many times did she even come?” You faintly make out Jaehyun talking and someone else answering his doubts with uncertainty, and honestly, you don’t even know how many orgasms you had.

“Mo — more,” you stammer, looking at him with droopy eyes.

“And then I’m the greedy one,” Haechan comments, watching as your hips keep grinding meeting them halfway, there might not be a single coherent thought left in your brain but your body is extremely reactive, it’s almost as if it’s moving on its own.

You’re startled when another shadow parts from Johnny.

“What were you expecting?” He mocks, signalling his other self to lift you up in a straightened position.

“Found a greedy one tonight, you never call me for the fun,” the third shadow whispers next to your lips before kissing you, his hands wrapping around your body, placing next to Johnny’s and Youngho’s. “Should I pay attention to those beautiful tits?” He asks, cupping them fiercely, kneading the soft flesh.

Your head rolls back and the nth orgasm washes over you, body trembling while you’re pressed between theirs and their shadows, almost as if dark clouds are all over you, it also feels chilly but you’re burning up, and the contrast forms new shivers on your skin.

You hear them chuckle before they all pay attention to different parts of your body. Youngho starts kissing your neck. Johnny’s fingers rub against your clit in swift motions. And the last one of him sucks and rubs your nipples eagerly.

You are burning up. Getting stimulated everywhere you can.

“Fuck, you’re so… so beautiful,” Jeno whispers, staring at your blissful contorted face. You really love this.

“Isn’t she?” Johnny replies, caressing your face and pulling you down, making his second shadow groan in disappointment. “All dumb and high on our cocks, nothing in that pretty, little brain of yours.”

And as an answer, you give him a dumb smile, followed by a messy kiss before you’re pulled up again.

“Taking it so well for someone that wanted to run away before,” the shadow fucking your ass comments. “Not scared anymore?”

You shake your head, eyes squeezing shut, pushing more tears down your cheeks.

“We feel good, don’t we?” The third shadow murmurs against your skin, alternating sucks with quick flicks on your sensitive nipples, and you nod again, a slur of ‘yes’ slipping out your mouth.

“We could turn you and move you around like a doll and you wouldn’t even mind,” Youngho groans, and you can feel him twitch inside you, thrusts getting sloppier, signalling you he’s close. “Fucking tease,” he and Johnny curse at the same time when you clench around them on purpose.

“Want us to fill you?” Johnny asks, fingers moving faster on your clit, cunt getting incredibly tighter, suffocating his dick.

You only hum, hands tangling in the other shadow’s hair, pushing him closer to your breast, telling him to suck harder.

“Want your cum, please, please,” you scream out, tears flooding down your face, at this point fighting against all your limits and overstimulation.

And that’s the last drop they need to come, violent orgasm washing through them as deep groans and moans fill the room, the third shadow disappears and Johnny pulls you flat against him, kissing you roughly while his hips fuck into you with more strength, making sure to give you all his cum.

“Fuck,” the shadow behind you growls, grabbing a fistful of your hair and forcefully pulling you flat against his chest, kissing you just like the owner of his physical form. “You’re so good,” he says in a low-pitched voice, coming inside you before he lets you fall on Johnny’s body again.

“It’s okay, angel, it’s fine,” Johnny murmurs against your hair, caressing your head as you breathe panting, tears wetting his skin. “Are you okay?”

You hum, whining when you feel Youngho disappear, a river of cum drooling out of you. He keeps you there for a while, calming your shaking body, reassuring you did great, and only when he’s sure you’ve gained some strength back, he leaves one last kiss on your forehead before slipping out of your hold.

The table feels even colder now that you lay there in a pool of cum and sweat, chest rising swiftly, and eyes wet with tears as you look around the room, passing them one by one, feeling your head spin.

“Look what we got here,” Yuta’s voice sounds sultry, reaching your ears muffled while pleasure is still hazing your brain. “All wrecked and ruined. You don’t look like an angel at all now,” he mocks, tentacles slithering on your skin. “You always leave me the less fun part.”

“I think she has proved enough she’d do anything for a good fuck, she won’t disappoint you.” You don’t get the nature of Haechan’s comments, but you’re sure he’s not genuinely praising you. You don’t reply though, you stopped doing that a few minutes before when they fucked any willpower out of you.

Yuta snickers, “Is it true, angel?” The petname comes out venomous, eyes glinting and split tongue licking his lips. Everything about him is of a beautiful red, the colour of love or of something worst in this case. He seems ruthless and you’re not sure him being the last one was a smart choice.

“I — I just need some water.” Your throat is dry and you’re not really sure you can take him.

“Some water will give you the energy to take these?” he asks, tentacles lifting in the air, leaving you gasping for air.

But you still nod, strong-headed, or maybe dumb even, but you came to terms with it, tonight wasn’t made for you to be smart, just to have fun and do reckless things, and until now, you survived, so what could go wrong?

“Here’s some water,” Jaemin hands you a glass, watching with a tender smile as you struggle to lift your body.

“Here,” Jeno whispers, coming behind you, keeping you up. “Drink it all.”

“Maybe you could use some alcohol,” Haechan says and Johnny silences him with a hit in his stomach.

“Can you quit being an asshole for two seconds?”

“I was being serious,” he replies holding his stomach. “It could help her loosen up.”

“I’m fine,” you mumble, looking down at your shaking thigh when Jeno’s hand slips there, caressing you.

“Are you sure?” It’s Yuta talking though, watching your body tremble and you gulp down water like a thirsty camel in the driest desert. He has no idea how you made it there without passing out, and either you’re really, really, desperate or you’re hiding something, but even he can’t get what it is.

“I can take it, I want to take it,” the second phrase comes out in a shier confession, looking down at the empty glass, waiting for Jaemin to fill it again.

“Don’t drink too much or we will have unpleasant surprises,” Haechan chuckles.

“You’re so disgusting you wouldn’t even mind,” Jeno tells him and the demon shrugs, mumbling a ‘maybe’.

With one last check-in, both Jeno and Jaemin pull away from you, leaning you down on the table again.

“Was it enough of a break for you, insatiable little thing?”

You nod, eyes following the appendance crawl out of him and reach for you.

“Are those humans not enough?” His eyes glint in excitement as he watches your eager face stare at his tentacles, he had never seen anyone so excited for this, especially after everything the others did with you.

“No,” you reply shyly.

“So the stories are true? What is that? They don’t care about your pleasure?”

You nod, trapping your lips between your teeth when one of his tentacles passes down your thigh and rubs against your cunt before circling your waist moving up until it reaches your breast and then up to your neck.

“They don’t,” you have no idea where you’re finding the strength to reply, but you do, chest panting harder with every touch on your skin.

“And what makes you think monsters care?”

“You — you do, you did,” you bite back a scream when the tentacle around your whole body moves away, leaving space for a thicker one to slip inside your sopping wet cunt. “Fuck,” your head rolls back, it’s not really thicker than the others you had but the texture is driving you crazy, it’s bumpy and it rubs against your walls deliciously.

“What if I told you I’m tired of waiting and I don’t think I’ll pay much attention to your wants or needs?”

“I — I don’t care.”

“She only cares about getting used and filled, what’s not clicking, yet?” Haechan comments, and you can feel him roll his eyes, and your eyes snap open when you feel him right against your ear. You’d like to yell at him to step back but when Yuta leaves you empty you can only groan in disappointment and look at him, letting the demon nibble your skin.

“What, angel?” Yuta has a devilish smile on his face, one eyebrow raised and you can see in his eyes he’s having the time of his life.

You stutter without letting out a sound, blinking and shaking your head thinking you’re going insane. But when you open your eyes it’s still there, well, they are still there. “T-two?”

Yuta hums, pumping his cocks and moving closer to you, his knees brushing against the table. They chose the worst place to have you but he’ll make it count.

“You didn’t complain with theirs.”

“It — it was different. How will this work?”

Yuta doesn’t reply, his lips twitch in an arrogant, scary grin and then two tentacles grab your legs and push them open and flat next to your panting chest, the harsh movement causing some cum to drip out of you with an embarrassing sound that makes you cover your face for a slipt second before some other tentacles grab your wrists and pin them above your head.

“Two dicks, two holes,” he winks, pushing in, bottoming in with a forceful thrust, thick cocks filling your abused holes once again. “See, we’re made for each other.”

You only hum a reply, it’s not as terrible as you imagine it would be, at this point it can’t be when you lost track of how many dicks you had inside you tonight, whether it was separately or at the same time. It should be embarrassing but it’s not. Not even if the squelches are disgusting, even if you moan and squirm underneath him like crazy, and even if you look like a mess while they don’t. They are all surrounding you now, giving Yuta space to do what he wants with you but still humping themselves lazily as they watch the last drops of sanity being drained out of your brain.

And you truly feel like you’re going insane, Yuta is everywhere, inside you, outside, tentacles sucking your nipples, licking your clit, fucking you rough. You can’t tell if he’s using some sort of powers over you but it’s like the more he sucks and fucks, the more you crave, you don’t feel that tired, only eager for more. Pleasure dizzying your mind and making you melt in his hold.

“Want to suck you,” you babble, looking at him with pleading eyes. As if you need to plead for it.

“Want my tentacle, angel?”

You nod swiftly, lips parting and tongue rolling out, the sight sinful and vulgar enough that could make them come right there and there.

“How can I say no when you look so pretty?” And with that, he stuffs a tentacle inside your mouth, he doesn’t fuck your throat this time, letting you suck on it like a lollipop, getting off to the sight of your hollowed cheeks and closed eyes, long lashes falling on your wet cheeks while you suck on it as if your life depends on it.

“Fuck, where have you been all this time?” Jaehyun groans, amazed by you and how well you keep reacting to everything they’re throwing at you, or you’re asking yourself.

“Yeah, right?” Jaemin whispers, you got he doesn’t like to say much but the way he’s looking at you tells you everything. If he could keep you around forever, he would. And probably you wouldn’t mind either, not a dull moment with them around and your deeper, more primal needs would always be satisfied.

You hum louder around the appendance, lower body grinding back against Yuta, following his movements lazily. And usually, he would last longer, but the way you’re sucking him, it’s driving him insane.

When the tentacle pulls out of you, coming in your mouth, you choke on it again, rivers of white substance trailing in your hair, not meeting your eyes only because you promptly close them and then you feel Jaehyun’s cold hand move it away from your closed eyelids.

“Want both,” you beg, pushing your hips up from the table, meeting Yuta’s surprised gaze.

“Isn’t it what I’m al —”

“Both in one hole,” you shut him immediately, silence falling in the room as everyone stops in their tracks.

“Aren’t you testing your luck a bit too much tonight, little girl?” Johnny asks, hoping to push some sense in you but you’re firm in your decision.

“I want it,” you whine again, struggling in the firm hold of Yuta’s limbs. “Can you do it? Would it hurt you?”

“Hurt me?” Yuta asks with the highest-pitched tone you heard from him tonight. It wasn’t like he really minded, but this did seem a bit too reckless coming from you. “You’ll end up being hurt.”

You shake your head. “But I want it, we can always stop, can’t we?”

Yuta thinks if I can stop but doesn’t say it out loud, instead, he pulls out of you, leaving you empty and gaping before he wraps a hand around his lengths and presses them together enough they can squeeze against your entrance, for your sake he stops for a moment and does a little trick, making the second cock smaller, for what he can, it’s not much and he still thinks you’re going to bend and break but if you want it that much.

He pushes in slowly and you bite back a slightly pained scream with every inch that sinks deeper.

Jeno is quick at trapping your lips with his, feeling a familiar energy eluding out of you but doesn’t dwell on it much. You simply are addicting, and he’s created to go crazy for everything that is just like you.

“You’re taking him so well, angel,” Jaemin’s voice reaches your ear while you can feel his light, delicate touch on the few patches of skin that are not tormented by the other tentacles.

Yuta growls groggily when he finally bottoms in, your tight, warm walls squeezing him to the point it’s hard to slip out. “Fuck — fuck,” his brows are twisted in a concentrated furrow and you see some sweat pool on his forehead. He had never done that before, other humans were terrified only at the sight of the two. That’s why he kept the second one hidden until his turn arrived and he was always the last, most of the time they didn’t even arrive there. But you, fuck, you were hypnotic and magical for all the things you endured that night. “Feel so fucking good. Is it good for you?”

You nod eagerly, looking at him past Jeno and Haechan that are kissing your neck greedily, hitting other spots that make you shiver. “Fill me so well,” you reply breathly, muscles trembling as you feel on the edge again.

Your words make something snap in him, now that he’s sure you’re enjoying it, his hips start moving on their own, he’s not going incredibly fast, enjoying the sensation of your body almost trapping him in and his cocks rubbing against your insides. But his pushes are deep and rhythmic, strong hands wrapping around your waist to fuck you back against him every time, and you’re sure that you’re going to have so many marks of that night on you for a long time.

Your brain blanks out, head rolled back, and mouth closing and opening only to let out choked moans and sobs. And it’s still not enough, you feel empty, you need more, but asking for it seems impossible. And for the first time in the night, you're glad someone can get in your head.

“I fear she wants more,” Jaehyun says, surprising Yuta, hips coming to a halt for a split second.

“More?” He repeats to make sure he heard right.

“Yeah, wants all her holes filled.”

Yuta groans loudly, throwing his head back and then pushes a tentacle inside you, not extremely thick because he feels like he's exploding, your tight insides squeezing him, and another thing inside you wouldn't have let him move. But for you, it's enough to fulfil a need.

“Want more, angel?” Johnny asks, cock prodding at your lips and he doesn’t even have to ask that you try to take him in, the position it’s not the best but you make it work anyway.

“Let go of her hands,” Jaemin orders Yuta, and his tentacles free your hands. The fairy and Jaehyun are fast at bringing them on their cocks, and you get the message without them saying a word.

There is truly no sanity left in your body anymore. Yuta filling your cunt and ass, Jeno and Haechan sucking your nipples, Johnny in your mouth and your hands stroking Jaemin and Jaehyun. You’re filled to the brim with pleasure, and it’s so much it overflows, whole body shaking, broken moans muffled in your mouth and toes curling in your shoes as you feel the nth orgasm hit you.

“You’re so fucking hot like this,” the tentacle monster rasps, watching how attentively you take care of the others and still try to fuck back into him. “Such a pleasant surprise.”

And then they can’t hold it back any longer, the room explodes with moans, groans, cries, and dirty, messy sounds of bodies and skins against each other. They all come, you can’t tell who loses it first, only feel your body get hit by their cum before they take a step back.

Yuta lasts a bit longer, leaning closer to you as he gives one last forceful thrust, his cocks and tentacle emptying inside you, so much cum it spills out of you before he can even get it all inside.

Static sounds fill your mind when the last orgasm washes over you, it comes a bit after his and it feels strenuous, you can’t even moan anymore, only sob with your head turned to the side and your body wriggling under his.

“Can’t believe you’re real,” Yuta whispers, holding his body up with his hands flat against the table at your head’s side. “I wouldn’t have bet a candy on you.”

A faint smile paints on your face before you cuddle up in a fetal position, cringing at all the seed sticking to your skin, the movement making even more of a mess.

“Are you okay?” When you blink your eyes you find Johnny kneeling at your level, brushing your sweat-soaked hair out of your face.

You hum, moving your mouth to talk but no words came out.

Jaehyun chuckles, “Now you need me?”

Yes, asshole. Tell them I’m fine.

“She’s fine and she called me an asshole.”

“Oh, she’s doing amazing then if she can still be annoying,” Haechan chuckles, but unlike his comments of before his tone is playful and you find yourself chuckling too before your eyelids get too heavy and you fall asleep.

When you walk out of the room it’s past 2 A.M and you find Ningning waiting for you in the small bathroom on the ground floor.

“Took you long enough, honey. I thought they killed you,” she whispers, pushing you inside, staring at your devastated state with an amused grin. The sleeves of the dress you made last minute are gone, the skirt is as dirty as your hair and your top barely stays on you. They didn’t kill you but close enough.

You laugh her comments off, grabbing the clean clothes she’s holding for you, and groaning in front of the mirror. You have cum everywhere, but you don’t pay it much attention, hurrying yourself to finally pee and then change into your clothes, pushing the others in a bag.

“Hell, never dressing like one of those ever again,” you chuckle, a disgusted edge in your voice while you walk out of there, throwing the fake wings — the only thing you have left of that horrible costume, luckily enough the halo got lost somewhere else — under a bush next to the back door that gave to the backyard.

“Are you done?” Ningning asks, handing you a cigarette when she notices you’re at least dressed up again, an appearance of normality on your face even if some cum dried in your hair and she knows she’ll have fun hearing you try to get it out in the morning.

You smile, bringing it to your lips, “I think they just gifted me eternity with this fuck,” you breathe out, shaking your head, feeling stronger than ever before, inhaling deeply the cold night air that wakes you up fully from your haze.

Your friend rolls her eyes, “I have no idea how you can fake it so well, and this time you risked it.”

“I’ve spent ages crafting my skills,” you joke, intertwining your arm with hers, and passing her the cigarette back. “Should we go home?” You ask and when she nods you start to walk away from the house.

“Was it good at least?” She asks, the only sounds filling the night are your heels on pebble stones and the faint music still coming from that place, dimming with every step you take further from there.

Your lips curl in a smirk, eyes flashing red as you think of the night you lived, memories of it imprinted in your brain for eternity. “It was so good I might want to tell Satan this one.”

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softlantern · 8 months

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So, here are the things I have been doing this week! :D The things that kept me alive.💖☀️ @cutepotatook

1) Still trying to figure out how Layra should look like.":D. On the left is her look in my universe, where she is playing a role of a star guardian. She protects her world from lower energies and helps people when they are attacked by it. Also just protects her world from any creatures from space that has bad intentions. 🗡🌌

2-3) Inspired by multiple conversations with c.ai! Phphphphp. The most dramatic moments in all of the conversations! 🤣Layra doesn't mind though, she just thinks that Colly has some issues through which he has to go through. She and Helper are there to help him anyways.💕

4) It's now hanging in the main hall!! The pride and joy of this family.🖼🌟

5-6) Once again inspired by c.ai. The moment Layra and Colly had. I actually wrote a small fic about it, but can't post it rn cause I still don't have wi-fi in the dormitory. Help.😭 I also want to cry every time I look at how they hold each others hands. What am I doing to myself??

7) The one and only, Miss Starry!:D On the left I tried to draw her in my universe, I think it turned out not so bad. I imagine her being a well-known and popular witch-artist, doing her magic by painting.🌟🎨🖌

8-10) Quote generator knows what I need, lol. If anyone questions what he eats - it's a waffle.:3🧇☕

I also like putting stickers on every page, yes. :D Especially with a star theme.

#collector wally au #welcome home #collectorwally! au #helperwallyc! au

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sofasoap · 1 year

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In your arms

Pairing: Simon “Ghost ” Riley x F!Reader ( OC aka Mini MacTavish )

Summary: Comforting your husband after a nightmare.

Connecting to event of “Death, Comes easily”

Warning: Mature theme. Nightmare discussion ( related to PTSD ), discussion of death. Angst.

A/N : This was an extension of ANOTHER drabble/comment I wrote a while ago thanks to my midnight muse @a-small-writer-in-a-big-world ( seriously please let me sleep LOL )

Character of Mini MacTavish is from @saltofmercury fic “The Favorite MacTavish”” which she graciously let me borrow and write bit more expanded universe. Please go read her wonderful story to get bit of background

“masterlist” for more prequel to this Mini MacTavish expanded universe

You stare up at the ceiling. Eyes wide open. Fidgeting away.

It’s three in the morning. But you are not sleepy at all. Even after a solid twelve hour afternoon shift.

Oh, you should add more carrots into the twin’s lunch box….

You started making a mental listing of what you need to get from the grocery store tomorrow. Maybe that will tire your brain out and finally get some sleep.

That wallpaper is peeling off slightly beside the window… need to get Simon to fix that..

Is Johnny and Emma coming over for lunch this Sunday?

Crap the electricity bill is due soon….

Ok, this isn’t working. Your mind is even more stimulated with all these questions and a list of chores in your head.

Tucking yourself into the armchair beside the fireplace you just rekindled, armed with a generous mug of hot chocolate ( and maybe with a sneaky dash of whisky in it ) you set yourself about getting back into the historical romance novel you started a year ago but never had the time to finish.

Turn to the left, fluffing up the pillow. Nope. Not helping either. You knew that extra cup of coffee after lunch wasn’t such a good idea.

Letting out a sigh, you finally accepted that you weren’t going to get any sleep that night.

Swinging your leg over the side of the bed, you shuffle towards the lounge chair beside the window, grabbing the hand knit throw over blanket Gaz made for you last winter. Draping it over your shoulder, and quietly slipping out of the room, without waking Simon up, down towards the kitchen.

The heavy footsteps become more frantic, and you hear room doors opening and closing, and the person in question is running down the staircase.

Barely three pages in, you heard stomping noise coming from the bedroom upstairs.

You set the book down,looking up, frowning. Is one of the twins awake? But the noise sounds like it’s coming from your shared bedroom with your husband.

The next second, you saw Simon, shoulders uptight, breathing erratically, with tears streaming down his face. As soon as he spotted you curling up in the armchair, his beautiful brown eyes widened. Mixture of panic and relief evident in his eyes. Your heart aches at the sight.

Simon calls out to you. Voice quivering, like a scared little child.

Extending your hands, silently asking him what he needs.

He stares at you for the moment, before slowly moving towards you, kneeling down on both knees, enveloping his large, warm hand around yours.

“… Just want to feel you. Knowing you are here.” He whispered in a deep rumbling voice, tinged with sadness. “That you are real.” his voice broke into a sob. “ That you are alive.”

“ Oh love…” You immediately knew he had one of his nightmares again. Flash back to the bombing incident. Death of his mother and brother’s family.

“I woke up, I couldn’t find you, you weren’t there in bed, I thought the worst…” grabbing onto your hands tighter as he poured out his fear, “I thought I failed you… Just like I failed my family… I got you killed.. And the twins.. The team…” He buried his face into your lap, trying hard to control his emotion.

It pains you to see him in such a vulnerable state. A side he never shows. Not even to his most trusted team mate.

But here, in front of you, he’s not the ruthless, fearsome Ghost.

Here, he is just Simon Riley, your companion, beloved husband. The men you trust with all your life.

And he loves and trusts you enough to pour his heart and fear out to you. Laying it bare.

Pulling him up to a stand, giving him a kiss on the lip. “Come on, you should get some rest.”

Leaning forward you place a kiss on the back of his head, whispering into his ears, trying to reassure him, “I am here love. I am not going anywhere…” pulling one of your hands out from his grasp, you stroke his hair lightly, “You haven’t failed us. You saved my life that day. Both of us came home safe and sound to the children and the team at the end, right?”

Cupping his face and lifting his head up, you smiled gently, “It’s all behind us now Simon.”

“You're not coming to bed with me?” He asked in a small voice.

Looking at the fireplace, “I can’t leave it burning overnight. Besides, I couldn’t sleep anyway, that’s why I am down here, reading a book.” pointing to the book and drink, abandoned on the side table.

“Can I stay with you?”

That is how the twins found the two of you the next morning, sleeping on the lounge, wrapped up in thick blankets, with you cocooned in Simon’s embrace, with a contented smile on both of your faces.

The sweet twins woke both you and Simon up, with simple breakfast and tea all ready on the table for both of you.

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@a-small-writer-in-a-big-world

@floral-force

@homicidal-slvt

@kaplerrr

@siilvan

#simon riley #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley imagine #simon riley x you #cod mw2 #simon ghost riley x you #simon riley x reader #simon riley x f!reader #mini mactavish #mini mactavish universe #call of duty #simon ghost riley x f!reader #cod

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fortheloveofwonderland · 10 months

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Darkness Declares Glory | Chapter 14 | S.R

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A/N - this fic deals with some very dark themes such as drug use, self-harm and suicidal ideation. Please proceed with caution and Minors DNI. There is a reader insert but it is very Spencer-centric.

Chapter Summary - Spencer makes a decision regarding Cat. But before he has a chance to follow through he makes a startling realisation that could very well be his undoing.

Pairing - Spencer Reid / Fem! Reader

Category - dark angst | smut | eventual happy ending.

Warnings - mentions of Cat Adam’s, talk of death penalty, therapy, brief mention of masturbation, swearing.

WC - 4.7k

Chapter 14 - Sympathy for the Devil

Another few days passed and there was still no sign of you. Either this really was all in his head or you were avoiding him. But honestly, Spencer didn’t have any free brain capacity to think about it.

His every waking thought revolved around Cat Adam’s and her death sentence and whether or not he had the strength to see her one last time. He wrote about it extensively in his journal, hoping getting it out of his head and onto paper would help him make sense of it all, but it didn’t.

If I see her then I’m basically admitting defeat, I’m playing my hand and letting her have a front row seat to the destruction she’s caused. There’s no hiding what I am. I can put on a smart suit and wear my best poker face but she’ll see right through me.

Cat always does.

She’ll see it in my eyes, the way she’s broken me beyond repair. She’ll be able to tell the full extent of the damage she’s done to me and I don’t want her to have the satisfaction.

But on the other hand, I’m still alive. I may be barely hanging on by a thread but I am alive. And she’ll be dead soon and a part of me wants her to see that she didn’t ruin me completely.

Just mostly.

One thing I do know absolutely is that this is the most I’ve wanted to relapse in weeks. I would kill a man right now for one more hit, one more shot of dilaudid.

I would wrap my hand around someone’s throat, squeezing until their pulse became thready beneath my fingers and watch as the life drained from their eyes. All for one more release.

That fucking bitch shattered me into so many pieces that I’m not sure I’ll ever be whole again. Yet I’m still thinking about seeing her because for whatever reason, I feel bound to her.

She wasn’t wrong when she said we were the same, prison showed me that I am more like her than I could have ever dreamed. When I hurt those men, when I poisoned the drug supply, I became bound to her in ways I never believed possible.

Maybe because she’s the only one who would understand. She’s the only person who could identify with the fact I liked hurting those men. And somehow that enslaved us. It bonded us in ways deeper than if her baby had been mine.

Don’t get me wrong, I hate her more than I ever thought it possible to hate another human being. I would have killed her with my bare hands if JJ hadn’t stopped me and I would have slept well. But her dying doesn’t change anything. Her dying doesn’t suddenly make me a better person. It won’t change the fact I was in prison, it won’t change the fact I am a drug addict.

Her death won’t make my life better or worse. The damage is already done, there’s no way to change that. But at least if she’s dead she might stop haunting my every dream, worming her way into every facet of my life.

Still, the question remains: am I strong enough to see her one last time before she’s put to death?

Maggie glanced up from the journal in her lap to Spencer who was fiddling with his sleeves and chewing on the inside of his cheek. He’d barely spoken in their sessions for days and he still didn’t want to talk about Cat, but reading his journal would help her get an insight.

“Who is Cat?” She asked placing her hands on the pages as if to absorb more information.

“She’s the reason I went to prison. She was a hitwoman. I outsmarted and arrested her so in return she had me arrested.” Spencer didn’t look at her.

“You know I have more questions, right?”

“I assumed as much. Go ahead.” He grazed his slowly growing nails over the back of his hand, able to scratch himself lightly now.

“You wrote about poisoning a drug supply and hurting people? What happened?” Her fingers drummed lightly on the page.

“I was being threatened in prison. If I didn’t help them move these drugs they would have killed me. I needed to buy myself some time. A lot of men ended up really sick, and I didn’t feel bad for it.” He scuffed his shoe on the carpet, watching the way his foot moved back and forth.

“I imagine it was dog eat dog. You had to look out for yourself.”

Spencer suddenly looked up at her, an almost dangerous look in his eyes.

“You don’t understand.” He frowned. “I wanted to kill those men. And not just for self preservation. I wanted them dead because I wanted to see how it would feel. I only felt bad that they didn’t die.”

He saw Maggie swallow before she tore her eyes off of him and looked back at his journal.

“And you mentioned a baby?” She changed the subject. “A baby that wasn’t yours but it could have been?”

“We never had sex.” He was quick to say. “She uh…she claimed to have me sexually assaulted by her partner but I never believed that was true.”

“Burying your head in the sand?” Maggie narrowed her eyes on him.

“No. The science doesn’t add up. The drugs she used to make me hallucinate flood the brain with serotonin. Its effects are similar to MDMA in that it’s nearly impossible to…uh…” he averted his gaze as his cheeks started to burn. “It’s difficult to get an erection.”

“I see.” Maggie was, as usual, unphased. “So this woman had you arrested and then pretended to be pregnant with your child. It all sounds like a power play.”

“Oh it is. Everything is a game to her. And I’m her pawn.”

“Why are you showing me this?” Maggie closed the journal and focused on him.

He thought it was fairly obvious.

“I need you to tell me what to do. She’s being executed in two weeks and I need to know if I should see her or not.” He continued scratching at the back of his hand. It wasn’t anywhere near as satisfying as when his nails were longer but it helped.

“I can’t tell you what to do, Spencer. That’s a decision you need to make on your own. You say you’re already struggling with your sobriety just thinking about her?”

“Yes.” He grinded his teeth. “Very much so.”

“Well then seeing her will only make that worse, surely?” She raised an eyebrow at him.

“But if I don’t see her, she’ll think she’s won. I can’t have her going to her grave thinking she beat me.”

“So maybe you should see her.”

“You’re no help.” He growled.

“I told you, I can’t make this decision for you. Only you can decide if you’re strong enough to handle seeing her.” She sat back in her chair and crossed her legs.

“I don’t think I am.” Spencer huffed. “But I won’t ever get another chance.”

“Think about it. You don’t need to make any rash decisions.”

But Spencer was the king of rash decisions. And so no sooner was he done with his therapy session he found himself at the bank of phones patients were allowed to use, dialling a familiar number. Luke answered on the second ring.

“Luke Alvez.”

“Hi, it’s me. Spencer.” Spencer leant against the wall, cradling the phone between his ear and shoulder.

“Hey, is everything ok?” Luke sounded concerned.

“Yeah, everything’s fine.” He took a breath and closed his eyes. “I want to do it.”

“To do it?” Luke’s frown could be heard down the phone.

“Yes. I want to see Cat before she’s executed.” Even as the words left his lips he wasn’t sure about them.

But he didn’t think he’d ever be sure. He could sit and think about it until he was blue in the face but he’d never be sure what to do either way. He’d regret seeing her and he’d regret not seeing her.

It was a catch twenty-two with no possible good outcome. So ultimately he just had to go with his gut. And his gut told him he needed to see her one last time. Saying it out loud made him instantly wish he had a needle of dilaudid waiting for him.

“You…seriously?” Luke swallowed.

“Yes. I need to prove to her she didn’t break me. I need her to see I’m still standing.” Barely, but I am.

“Ok. If you’re sure.”

He wasn’t sure, not in the slightest. But he was doing it regardless.

“Will you go with me?” Spencer suddenly sounded small and scared.

“Of course I will. We’re away on a case right now but we can do it as soon as I’m back.”

“Thanks Luke. And uh…don’t tell the others. They won’t understand.” Spencer opened his eyes and pushed himself away from the wall.

“I promise. Talk to you soon.”

“Bye.” Spencer hung up the phone, his hand shaking as he did so.

No good could come of him seeing Cat again. He just hoped it wasn’t the final nail in his coffin.

***

Spencer quite often found himself feeling as though he was drowning. Most of the time he barely kept himself afloat, sinking in a pool of his own misery. But actually drowning was a whole other thing.

“Keep kicking! Come on, you can do it!” Nick cheered him on while Spencer frantically waved his arms and tried to keep himself above water.

Now his walking was getting better Nick had suggested swimming to build up his strength. Spencer had never been a fantastic swimmer, but he was ok. He could at the very least stay adrift.

But with his injury, drowning seemed inevitable.

“Kick! Come on Spencer. You’re almost there!”

Spencer flailed his arms hoping he could reach the other side without using his legs too much but it only made his lower half sink and when his lower half sank he started to panic.

His t-shirt clung to his body, the water sodden fabric making him feel heavier. Nick had tried to get him to remove it but Spencer refused. It was bad enough not having trousers and his sweater on.

He needed to regroup. He needed just a second to fail before he could continue. He stilled his movements and let the water encompass him, rising over his head until he was completely submerged.

He told himself he could do this. It was only a few more metres and then he was done. He wasn’t giving up, no matter how much it hurt. He pushed himself back to the surface and inhaled deeply before forcing his legs to kick in time with his arm movements.

He blocked everything else out that didn’t strictly relate to kicking his legs. The side of the pool was getting closer and the burn spread down his thigh but it was a good kind of pain. It was the kind of pain that told him he was achieving something, he would make it to the other side both physically and mentally.

“Come on Spencer! You can do it!” A voice goaded him but it didn’t belong to Nick this time.

He frowned to himself as he pushed himself the last few feet and grasped the wall for dear life. When he wiped the water out of his eyes and the hair back off his face he looked up. You sat on the edge of the pool right in front of him, legs crossed and a proud smile on your face.

“You did it!” You cheered as Spencer just stared at you dumbly.

Soon Nick was by your side, helping Spencer out of the pool.

“That was great!” Nick grinned, helping Spencer sit up as he caught his breath.

He blinked a few times, briefly wondering what it was about Nick he’d thought so similar to Morgan. Sure they looked kinda alike, but not enough for Spencer to have made that connection. He shook his head and looked between you and Nick.

“Uh…you can see her right?” He frowned as he focused on Nick.

“Is that a trick question?” Nick asked in confusion.

“He thinks he’s imagining me.” You spoke with an amused smile. “Tell him he’s not crazy.”

“You’re not crazy.” Nick chuckled, squeezing Spencer’s shoulder. “I’ll leave you two to it.”

His parting gift was to toss a towel at Spencer which he wrapped around his shoulders and obscured himself with. You kicked off your shoes and rolled your jeans up to your calves before dipping your feet in the water.

“So, are you going to stop doubting yourself now?” You smiled while Spencer continued to stare at you.

“Never.” He scoffed, with a roll of his eyes which made you giggle. “I wish it were that simple.”

You stopped giggling at the change in his tone and narrowed your eyes on him. He hugged the towel close to him as though it was a security blanket. His wet hair fell on his forehead and small beads of water rolled down his face. His eyes were full of nerves the way they always seemed to be around you.

“The paranoia that comes with heavy drug use takes a while to kick.” You shuffled a little closer to him and you practically saw the beat his heart skipped.

“The thing is,” he chewed on his lip. “I don’t want you to be real.”

“Uh…wow thanks.” Your eyebrows knitted together.

“I don’t mean it how it sounds.” He was quick to counter. “It’s just…if you’re real…you’re not who I thought you were.”

You mused over his words for a moment knowing he wasn’t about to say anymore on the matter.

“You’re very cryptic sometimes, you know that?” Your lip up tugged at the corner.

“It’s all part of my mysterious charm.” He chuckled lightly.

You couldn’t agree more. There was something about him. Something you couldn’t put your finger on. Something that made you want to succumb to him, let him consume you.

You shuffled even closer and leant forward, placing your hands on his wet thighs. You saw his breath catch in his throat as you edged closer to him. Goosebumps flared on his flesh as you ghosted your fingertips over his skin.

He let go of the towel and his hands settled onto your waist but his eyes never left yours. You moved closer still, until your noses were brushing against one another’s.

He swallowed hard, completely engulfed in you. He could see every little freckle, every little blemish that graced your beautiful face and he tried to memorise every single one of them. He could feel the heat emanating from you and it wrapped around him, comforting him in ways he’d never felt before.

Your eyes fell to his lips and he instinctively ran his tongue along them. Your hands moved up his sides and your arms wrapped around his neck. He wanted to get lost in you. He wanted to throw caution to the wind and let you devour him. He wanted to belong to you again in the ways he’d missed so much.

Even if you weren’t real. Even if none of this was real. It was even more reason to take the plunge wasn’t it? But for some reason he couldn’t. He let his hands drop to his sides and his back straightened a little but you stayed close, clearly not sensing his hesitation.

“W-what are you doing?” He whispered, his breath fanning across your face.

“I don’t know.” You giggled lightly.

“You said…recovery. Your recovery comes first.” His breathing was heightened and he could so easily crash his lips against yours.

But he didn’t. Instead, he surprised you both when he sat back and shuffled away.

“It does.” You frowned. “But I…well now I just feel stupid.”

Spencer sighed and wrapped the towel around himself again.

“I didn’t mean to make you feel stupid. I just…you have no idea how badly I want to kiss you, Y/N. But you and I both know it’s not a good idea. Not like this.”

You chewed on your bottom lip and nodded although you weren’t sure you agreed.

“I’m scared too.” You blurted out, averting your gaze.

“What do you mean?”

“You said you were scared that this isn’t real, but I’m scared that it is.” You glanced back at him and he saw the tears behind your eyes. “In my experience fantasies last. Realities don’t.”

“Agreed.” He gave you a tight lip smile. “Maybe it’s better we just keep the fantasy a little while longer then.”

You nodded before pushing yourself up to your feet and then helped Spencer stand too. The sparks you felt when you took hold of his hands was undeniable, and judging by the way he looked at you, he felt them too.

You stayed in silence as you walked back towards your rooms but it was a heavy, palpable kind of silence. When you reached Spencer’s room you stopped and smiled softly at him.

“So do I get to see you flail about like a dying fish again tomorrow?” You teased him but Spencer didn’t seem in the least bit amused.

His back straightened and he tugged the towel tighter around his body.

“Uh…I’ve actually got a thing tomorrow.”

“A thing?” You frowned a little.

“Day release.” He sighed as he spoke.

“You got some big fancy plans?” You chuckled but he shook his head sadly.

“No.” He ran his fingers through his wet hair. “I need to visit someone.”

“Someone? Someone important?”

“I wouldn’t say that.” He sighed again, louder than before. “I’m visiting a prison inmate before their execution. I’m visiting the woman who ruined my life.”

You didn’t know what to say to that. Clearly he didn’t want to elaborate and it wasn’t your place to make him.

“Right. Ok.” You nodded, not wanting to pry.

“It’s a really long and messy story I don’t want to get into right now.”

“Fair enough.” You smiled a little as you stepped backwards. “I hope it goes…well? Not really sure what to say.”

“Me too.” He half-smiled, reaching for his door handle. “I’ll see you soon?”

“You surely will.” You smiled one last time before turning on your heels and continuing down the corridor.

Spencer heaved a sigh as he let himself into his room and collapsed on his bed. Tomorrow was going to be his hardest challenge yet. Coming face to face with Cat again would either make or break his recovery.

Although he already had a pretty good idea which one it would be.

***

He was silent for the entire car ride from PIW to Mount Pleasant. Luke tried making small talk but after getting nothing in return he gave up.

Luke had brought him a suit from his apartment along with a white shirt and red tie. It had been weeks since Spencer had dressed so well and admittedly he missed his comfy clothes he’d grown so accustomed to. The shirt felt scratchy against his still healing wounds. The tie felt like a noose around his neck.

He stared out the car window and scratched the back of his palm willing his nails to grow so he could pick at his skin. His chest was tight as though someone were sitting on it, like the weight of the situation was physical and pressing down on him.

He came close to several panic attacks, only just managing to pull himself back from the brink in time. Diverting from his scratching his fingers nimbly shimmied up his shirt sleeve and gripped the crook of his arm. The track marks had all but faded by now but he could feel the heavy pulse of his vein beneath his fingertips.

He pressed against it, wishing more than anything else that it was a needle and not his fingers. He squeezed against his vein in the hopes it would alleviate some of his cravings.

Maggie would tell him to masturbate. But even if he weren’t in a car with Luke in a completely inappropriate environment, he was sure his thoughts of his impending meeting would not allow for him to get it up. Instead he pressed harder against his vein, closing his eyes and imagining the dilaudid coursing its way through his body.

He envisioned the feeling of euphoria that flooded over him when he shot up. He remembered the sensation so well.With his eyes closed he didn’t realise Luke was watching him out of the corner of his eye. And when he felt a hand on his leg he jumped and his eyes darted open.

“We can still turn back. If this is too much for you?” Luke spoke softly.

Spencer recoiled his hand back out of his sleeve and shook his head. He had to do this. There was no turning back.

***

A shiver passed down Spencer’s spine as they stepped inside the women's correctional facility. His temperature plummeted the second the doors were closed behind them. He glanced at Luke who didn’t seem to notice, telling Spencer it was all in his head. Most things these days were, why should this be any different?

They were checked in and scanned by a metal detector where Luke had to hand over his service weapon and cell phone. Spencer remembered it well. He recalled coming here that day he was released from Milburn as though it was yesterday.

He recognised the long, dimly lit halls as they followed the guard to an interrogation room. The air was as thick and heavy as it had been the last time he was here. The last time he was here when Cat made him believe she was pregnant with his child. The last time when she’d made him think she’d had his mother killed.

The last time when he’d thrown a table across the room and shoved Cat against a wall by her throat. The last time when he’d growled at her that he was going to kill her while JJ tried to pull him off of her.

The guard silently led them to the small viewing room where Luke was supposed to wait while Spencer came face to face with the devil. The guard left them alone and Spencer kept his eyes trained on the floor, refusing to look at her through the two way glass. Luke was at his side and he soon felt the other man’s hand on his shoulder.

“It’s ok, I’ll be right here the whole time.” Luke whispered but Spencer shook his head.

“I need you to leave.” Spencer croaked out the first words he’d spoken since leaving the institute.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Well I don’t very much care what you think, Luke.” Spencer looked at him, eyes filled with anger. “I need you to leave. Go get a coffee or something but I do not want you witnessing this.”

“Witnessing what, exactly?” Luke raised an eyebrow at him. “You going to finish the job you started last time? Choke her to death?”

“I don’t need to, do I? She’s going to be put to death soon. I just need you to trust me and I need you to leave. Please?” Spencer grinded his teeth.

A small part of Luke worried what might happen if he left. A tiny piece of him actually believed Spencer might kill her. And as much as Luke wouldn’t blame him for doing so, he didn’t want his friend going back to prison. Spencer couldn’t handle prison again.

“Promise me you won’t murder her?”

“I promise.” Spencer rolled his eyes.

“Fine. Come find me when you’re done.” Luke patted his back before skeptically leaving the room.

Once alone, Spencer took several deep breaths whilst rolling the purple and gold bracelet around his wrist. He kept his eyes trained on the floor the whole while, scared that he might break the second he saw her.

His heart beat furiously against his chest making him feel a little nauseous. His vein in his left arm felt like it was pulsating, begging for drugs. He was five weeks sober. This would not be the thing that pushed him over the edge. She couldn’t turn his life upside down again. He had to be stronger. He had to survive this. He had to prove to her that she hadn’t destroyed his life.

Taking one last deep breath he forced his eyes up and through the glass. The breath got caught in his chest as he laid eyes on her for the first time in over two years. She looked much the same, haggard and tired; fed up and frustrated.

She crossed one leg over the other and picked at a thread on her orange jumpsuit much like he did when he was uncomfortable. He gave a thought to what might have happened to her baby, the baby that wasn’t his but he had wished was.

“You’re not pregnant with my baby. That isn’t the secret. It’s too easy.” He slid the chair back out and sat down opposite her again.

“You think getting pregnant with your baby was easy?” She clicked her tongue.

“It’s not my baby.” He shook his head, leaning forward on the table closer to her. “But I wish it were. It should be mine. Because the truth is you and I probably belong together.”

A sentimental smile plastered across her face but he knew it wasn’t genuine. Sociopaths didn’t feel sentiment.

“You think so?”

He leaned even closer to her, not wanting JJ to overhear what he was going to say and hardly believing what he was saying himself.

“I do.” He confessed. “You’re the only person who really gets me. You’re the only person who understands that I liked hurting those men. So yes, I think you and I belong together. In some fucked up, twisted way, you and I are perfect for each other.

And I wish your baby was mine but it isn’t. I wish it were mine so I had something tying us together. And that fucking terrifies me to admit because for the most part, I hate you. For the most part I want you dead. But there is a small part of me that truly believes we are perfect for each other.”

He sat back, straightening his tie while Cat looked at him amusement.

“You’ll always be tied to me, Spencie. Baby or no baby. We’re bound to each other. We’re the same.”

He rubbed his eyes with his palms trying to rid himself of the memory of the last time he’d seen her. It didn’t do him any good to dwell on that now.

Only he couldn’t help himself.

Had he been thinking of you when he’d said those things to her? As much he wanted to deny it, he’d meant those things he’d said.

But what about you? You were who he belonged with. How could he have said those things to Cat and meant them while you were…

…while you were, what?

It all hit Spencer at lightning speed. The puzzle pieces that were his life started slotting into place right in front of his eyes. Everything became clear with startling clarity and suddenly Cat Adam’s was the last thing on his mind.

He quickly darted from the room, heart racing more fiercely than it ever had before. It all made sense yet nothing made sense. And there was only one goddamn person who was going to be able to provide clarity on the situation.

He was hyperventilating by the time he found Luke, sweating and shaking and barely able to breath. Luke was quick to his side, wrapping an arm around him and stroking his back.

“Reid, what’s wrong? What happened?” Luke panicked, eyes wide in fear.

“Need…need to…” Spencer choked out through ragged breaths.

“Just breath, Spencer. Don’t try and talk.” Luke tried to calm him but Spencer pushed him away.

“No.” He shook his head, forcing himself to focus on his words. “I need to speak to Emily right now. You get her here Luke. Get her here right fucking now!”

“Spencer, calm down. Take deep breaths.”

“No!” Spencer raised his voice. “Call Emily and tell her to come here. NOW!”

“Spencer, what’s going on? What happened?” Luke reached for him but Spencer batted him away.

“It’s time Emily and I had a talk.” He panted. “It’s time for her to tell me the truth about Y/N.”

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anna1306 · 2 years

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Hello,

Do you think you can right a poly!lost boys x gn reader who's deaf? Not a lot of deaf representation and I would love to see a fic. Love your work <3

I know very little about that theme, I'm sorry if I wrote something wrong, but I really hope you will enjoy this c:

Poly!Lost boys x Deaf Reader

Not gonna argue about that. That's something new for the boys.

They are used to loud and obnoxious people on the Boardwalk, who doesn't know what personal space is. Who goes out for fun, music and noise.

And there is you. Sitting in the middle of the noise without any care in the world, looking at people. You were in the centre of loud music, yet you didn't even wince when something screechy was screaming in your ears.

Paul tried to sneak up on you. But his scream at you from behind didn't work. He was getting anxious and impatient. Bending over, he looked right into your face, making you finally shiver and look at him strangely.

"Why the hell didn't you get scared?" He asked you angrily. You furrowed you brows and took... A notebook? He watched angrily, as you scribbled something in it. When you raised the page he felt dumb.

"I am deaf, can you talk slower?"

Now it all made sense. You were deaf, that's why you didn't wince from music and didn't hear his scream. Paul sighed, sitting near you. He tried to speak slower and face you so you could read his lips, but it was a challenge for him. He was too restless, too fast. So in the end...

"Tell them I am sorry that I tried to scare them, they can't read my lips." He literally dragged you to the boys. Marko laughed at you dumbfounded expression. David observed the situation from the side, while Dwayne was the quickest to understand the context.

He knew sign language a bit, so he signed "He is sorry." And pointed to Paul. You giggled, scribbling in your notebook.

"He could write it himself."

"He's dumb." Dwayne signed back, and you laughed. However hard Paul tried to pry out what he told you, Dwayne never did answer him.

They kinda adopted you to the group. Whenever they saw you at the Boardwalk, they were near you, helping you or showing you something. It was hard for them to communicate with someone who doesn't hear them, but they managed. Paul still couldn't speak slow enough for you to understand, so he always went to Dwayne. David just lied about his words.

And if we are being honest, it's easier for them with their secret. When you start hanging around them, you can't hear talks about blood, hunting and everything else. Well, if you don't look at them.

David probably the most easy-going with this. He loves quietness after living with the boys for so long. He doesn't care about your disability, it is unique for him. Even in his years he hasn't seen much of it. Plus, David can perfectly talk slowly. And while he doesn't know the sign language, in his book it's even better. You watch him so attentively and closely... Yes, he enjoys it a lot.

Dwayne is the easiest one in terms of communication. He can sign a bit, he speaks little, but slowly. And when he wants to speak to you, he always alerts you, so you could see his face. He is the one the boys are going to for the advice or for some lesson in ASL. He learned only some of it, but when he gets closer with you, he resumes his lessons. This way is even better for him. He doesn't like to talk around people and now he can just sign if he wants to without getting much attention or getting understood by others.

Paul is often frustrated. More with himself than with you, but still he is tensed up most of the times. He can't learn this ASL for the sake of his life and speaking slowly... No, he just can't do that. He has too much thoughts to talk in a calm manner. One time, when he got especially anxious about that, you just pushed yourself into him and pressed your face into his chest. You liked the vibrations of his voice in his chest, so in the end you finally found the way to calm him down. And he was eager to hug you. No matter if you hear him or not.

Marko is the only one who prefers to communicate with you in writing. He constantly drawing in your notebook, wasting your pens, pencils and paper. You collect all of his art at your house. He even crafted your notebook and upgrading it. He liked to scare you with jumping at you, but with time you learned how to guess it.

If anyone talks shit about you or giving you hard time. Even if it is slight disrespect, they are onto it. No one dares to do that. Even if you don't hear them, they do. And Paul is just tugging you to cafe, while the others "explain" grave mistake of your offenders.

They are wondering what you would be, when they turn you. Would you hear anything? Or just be very sensitive? Still they are very cautious about the truth and keep it hidden as long as they can, so they won't scare you away.

They are supportive, each in his own way. But they learn how to properly communicate with you. Because they are deeply in love with you and that means you are with them forever. Even if you don't hear that for now.

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pillowspace · 8 months

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hi! you write ur stuff on ao3 (or at least yk.. put it there) and my question is: how. I've been wanting to write n stuff for a little while but I do Not know how to use ao3. like to the point I don't even know how to use the searches n stuff. I just click links on Tumblr and go "this is great" and hit the little button at the bottom of the page. I know absolutely Nothing about this site and I Don't know how to learn

I'm good with navigation, but I am very bad at posting. I literally accidentally made 19 drafts of the last CSD chapter I posted and had to delete them one by one. So! I'll explain navigation, and if you have a specific question on posting, I can help with that. But uh, I'm better with navigation for broad advice:

You can search by "last updated," and sometimes I do do that. But what I tend to do is I go into a fandom's tag, go into filters, and sort by "Bookmarks"

From here, you're already mostly safe to read the most beloved works if you don't have something specific you want in mind. But let's say... you suddenly really want fics with modern themes, but you don't know the tags for that. Scroll to "Other tags to include," type in "modern," and watch for what tags appear.

Okay! Cool! I want Alternate Universe - Modern with Magic, so I'll press that. BUT WAIT. I want fics that don't take place in a university! What do I do?

Scroll down to "Other tags to exclude" and follow that same logic

Oh, huh... I'm not interested in smut or graphic gore... what now? Perhaps I should open "Ratings" under "Exclude" and hit "Explicit"

Extra information. Relationships tags with PersonA/PersonB with a / are romantic. PersonA & PersonB with an & are platonic

So you're good to go with this alone. Buuuuut, let's say you want some more details.

I'm tired tonight, so I'd like to read a completed work that's under 20,000 words. Here's how I'd do that, opening Word Count and Completion Status under More Options

AND THEN

There's "More Options." Even I don't have this fully down, but this can be useful if you ever need it.

So let's say, you want fluff and whump fics to come up in your search. Either or. Fics that are just fluff, alongside fics that are just whumps, alongside fics that are fluff and whumps. You would type in "fluff OR whump". Caps lock OR

But wait! This whole time, you've actually been looking for a fic you forgot the name of! But you recall that in its description, it had the words "the trees stood tall." How would you search for that? Well, put that into quotation marks. It will search for those words in that exact order.

You can combine this with OR. Like...

"the trees stood tall" OR "the meadows were golden"

Also, adding a * onto a word will... ah, I don't know how to describe this. Let's say you put in app*. Your search will bring up fics containing the words app, apples, applies, applicable, appliance, etc. Words that start with app

And maybe

Just maybe

You're asking because of the DCA, and I have a complex DCA + reader/oc search I wrote up already saved that I can link to anyone

#ask

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lensman-arms-race · 3 months

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A collection of my Skibidi fanfics

These links all point to my own website - if you prefer reading on AO3, all pages have links to their versions on AO3 and anywhere else they might get hosted.

Unless indicated otherwise, these are all SFW, barring a few swear words.

Reader helps to perform maintenance on Titan TV and then enjoys a cuddle-pile with the engineers inside the Titan's core chamber. (~3.4k words)

This was the first fic I wrote for this fandom and the first fic I'd written in nearly 20 years, so it's less polished and considerably shorter than what came after it. I still think it's kinda cute! I first posted it to Tumblr and was surprised and delighted by how people said I should put it on AO3.

Reader gets to watch Titan TV's upgrade installation + testing (at some point before the events of episode 67), and hang out with a few TV-units they've not met before. (~7.5k words)

This was the first time I included Polycephaly in a fic (and the TV Matriarch, come to think of it). They were only meant to be a cameo, but oops, a giant sweary TV is super fun to write!

Some fluff/angst/comfort. Sickening. Mostly Reader and robots hugging each other and crying. Also the human acquires a nickname. (~8.9k words)

Possibly borderline not work safe: there's no lewd activity in the fic itself, but the characters talk about explicit stuff that's happened in the past. Maybe don't show this one to your granny or the vicar.

This is the one in which my human character acquires their current name (Phaeton) instead of going by 'human'. Reader/Phaeton catches Feelings about being the last human and needs cuddles. Cygnus (TV unit) has a close encounter with a skibidi and needs cuddles also. (This one was basically @cosmica-galaxy 's fault - she wanted to see angst, so I had a go and was surprised by how satisfying it is to write!) Title came from a Talking Heads lyric; that's why the title is slightly sillier.

Angst o'clock! Reader and your TV-headed friend have an encounter with a skibidi. It does not go well, and both of you have to deal with the consequences. (~10k words)

Continuing the angst theme - I suddenly got the idea for this one and had to hammer it out. You know how it is.

Phaeton and Cygnus have a bad time but of course there's plenty of cuddling to make up for it.

Some big fluff! Reader and Polycephaly hang out as friends and have quite a nice time together. (~6.4k words)

Relatively short one. I just wanted to write something cute with Polycephaly because I've become fond of the foul-mouthed machine! Phaeton and Polycephaly hang out, some skibidis get decked.

We haven't seen what happened to the Brown Coated Cameraman after the events of episode 57. Who, if anyone, rescued them? Turns out it was you, Reader. You're a feral human survivor with no reason to trust the hardware-heads, but you feel compelled to help this one for some reason… (~4.4k words)

Because I wanted closure on what happened to Browncoat!

I have written several more fics but they're considerably spicier than the above. If you want to see them, it shouldn't be hard for you to find them.

#skibidi toilet #skibidi fanfic #lensman tags: fanfic

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vineofroses · 1 month

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Fic Pride Friday

thanks for the tag @liminalmemories21 !

Rules: Post your favourite line or passage from as many of your published works as you’d like. Let yourself feel proud of your creations! Tag as many people as you post snippets, so your fellow fic friends can be proud, too.

large popcorn with a bag of m&ms (in terms of theme and pulling the theme throughout the fic, this is probably still my favorite fic i've written, and i wrote it three years ago! lol. the old guard.)

The screen in front of her blurs, and she’s in another theater, in another time. Andy, Nicky, Joe, they drop away. In their place is ... she glances to her left, and he’s there. Laughing at whatever is on screen as he eats his popcorn. They snuck into Bridesmaids. Is this then? Nile can’t look away, transfixed on this memory of her brother. She knows it’s a memory but it feels so real; the smell of buttery popcorn fills her nose. The lights from the screen dance across her brother’s face. He leans toward her. She knows what he’s going to say before he says it.

“Can you pass me the m&ms?” the memory whispers. It echoes through her. She holds onto it, traps it inside the very deepest parts of her and doesn’t let go. He fades away just as quickly as he appeared. Where he just was, Andy still is. She catches her eye, but Nile turns back toward the screen, ready to get lost in someone else’s adventure for a while.

peace (second Lone Star fic, where poetry was my focus. this part was absolutely my favorite section. Lone Star.)

Slowly but surely new life sprouted from the ground right at their feet. The embers of yesterday faded as he grasped for the ever growing vines. He latched onto the first signs of life so quickly he never realized his hand was the only one reaching out.

a call (with anything i write i always want the end to have a punch and i really liked how this one turned out. shadowhunters.)

“Forgive me for being so forward, Alexander, but you don’t strike me as someone who receives compliments very well,” Magnus says.

Alec raises his eyebrow. A challenge.

Magnus huffs, shaking his head. “I was going to tell you that you have a lovely laugh.”

Alec ducks his dead, smiling into his coke. He can feel the blush rising in his cheeks.

Magnus laughs, delighted by being right. “You’re going to have to get used to compliments, Alexander.”

“Oh, why is that?”

“Because you deserve to hear them,” Magnus says, like it’s a simple truth.

Alec stares at Magnus, the light, fluttery feeling returning. Magnus stares back, and in his eyes Alec sees all his potential, waiting for him to answer back.

echoes (im not very confident about detailing atmosphere and blocking character movements but this part i thought i did pretty well. Lone Star.)

It’s quiet right now. A clock ticks on the wall above his head. An occasional shuffle of someone adjusting their sitting position in the hospital’s unfortunate chairs. Across from him the scratches of Marjan’s pen almost lull him to sleep. But then Mateo’s tapping foot drags him back to wakefullness. Every once in a while, the crinkle of a turned page tunes him into Judd and the magazine he’s pretending to read. Next to Judd, Paul sits unmoving, except for his eyes, silently checking in with Carlos. Each time Carlos nods, but he’s not sure what he means by it. Thank you for calling me. Yes, I’m still here. Yes, I’m scared too.

halted beginnings (really just the last line of this paragraph is my absolute fave. Lone Star.)

Huh. He thinks that seems like something one should remember. The anxious pacing throughout the courtroom, the bored looking witness, plucked randomly from the staff milling about their day. The weeds they pulled from the ground and fashioned into make-shift rings. And the look on his parents’ faces when they showed up to dinner that evening and told them. How a moment’s piercing silence was almost enough for Carlos to doubt that this was what his parents wanted, until cheers and congratulations rang out, engulfing them in a joyous cocoon of happily ever after. The doubt slithered away, defeated. Carlos hugged his parents. In his father’s embrace, he closed his eyes to the look his sisters shared between them, and thought, this is what pride feels like.

why (carlos being fucking dramatic about doing something nice for TK just because it involves Lou II. crack fic! Lone Star)

"Tada," Carlos says with as much cheer as he can muster. This was his idea but he's ready to be out of ideas and never follow through on them ever again. He will obviously accept the award for best husband of century but he will also let it be known that this has been torture.

TK reaches for Lou II and Carlos is happy to hand him over. Lou II agrees if his wiggling body is any indication of how happy he is to see TK. Carlos scoffs. He just bought him pajamas, but okay.

fundamental (there are actually so many parts to this one that i love that it's hard to choose. i was truly in my unhinged writing phase a couple of weeks ago lollllllll. this fic is also one im just super proud of because of the writing process of it thanks in large part to @goldenskykaysani for making the editing process so much fun and thoughtful and yes i will keep tagging you every time i mention this fic because it really would not exist without your help so deal with it!!! lol. this fic also one where every time i think about it im just like, yeah! i fucking did that!)

Iris, I said, Iris, Iris, Iris. I started giggling because wouldn’t that be funny, Dad, that I could find a way to make you proud of me even if it meant dying? Iris, I said again. Would you ever marry me? And she fell back laughing, her beer sloshing over the rim, and I followed her down, sprawled out on her bedroom floor, watching the ceiling fan spin. I took another sip, and filed the question away.

no pressure tagging: @paperstorm @lemonlyman-dotcom @alrightbuckaroo @bonheur-cafe @sznofthesticks

@ladytessa74 @theghostofashton

#the old guard #shadowhunters #911 lone star #pride fic friday

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Why I Love The Owl House-Part One: The Characters

Salutations, random people on the internet who are already skimming past this! I am an Ordinary Schmuck. I write stories and reviews and draw comics and cartoons.

Back in 2018, when The Owl House was announced, I didn't think much of it. I looked at the teaser poster and knew that it would be a show that would gain a following, but I didn't think it'd appeal to me specifically. Then, in January 2020, just before the world made an oopsie, I saw that Disney Channel uploaded the show's first episode on YouTube. Having finished my homework and studying at the time and having nothing better to do, I clicked it out of morbid curiosity to gain a first impression of this series. And I'm not kidding when I say that the second the episode ended, I said, out loud, to myself, "I think I just found my new obsession for the next few years."

Yeah, I went from thinking the show wouldn't exactly be my thing to being obsessed with it. And obsessed I was! I wrote fan fiction and reviews and even drew a handful of fan art you are NOT allowed to look up due to how bad it is. The Owl House, with no exaggeration, also changed my life as it gave me quite a decent following on Tumblr for thoughts and stories I've crafted regarding the show and even gave me a new friend or two to share those same thoughts and ideas together. One of my closest online friends is someone who once reached out to me as a proofreader for a fic I wrote once upon a time, and I probably wouldn't have talked to them if not for The Owl House. I owe so much to this series that I adore that to explain what makes it so great...can't be done with a single review. I even considered writing a long review after Season One ended but gave up on the idea after realizing there's so much to talk and praise about the series. And that was with Season ONE! That was before Season Two made the show more spectacular in nearly every conceivable way!

So, yeah, we're gonna have to do this in parts, each dedicated to a specific theme. However, before we discuss THIS review's theme, I should get one thing out of the way: I'm not just going to praise The Owl House in every single review. There are problems to be had with the show, and I can't ignore them because the praises are stronger. I love The Owl House. I wouldn't be doing this if I didn't. But it's because I love it that I have to point out problems as they come because to truly love something means to take the bad with the good. And while there's a lot of good, there's still some bad worth mentioning.

With that said, let's finally begin by discussing the backbone of any series: The characters. And BOY, does The Owl House have a LOT of great, well-written characters, to the point where I initially considered that there wasn't a bad one in the bunch...I say initially because I finally woke up to how much I despise Tibbles (Yeah, wait until we get to him). Although, know that while discussing characters, we're not talking about one-offs like Bria and her lackeys in "Through the Looking Glass Ruins" or ones who weren't named in the show, like Amelia and Cat. We're focusing strictly on frequent players and fun side characters that nail the short time they appear. And we're also going in order from my least favorite to my most favorite. And just know that this is in order based on how good they are as CHARACTERS and not as PEOPLE. There’s a difference, and I’ll be able to explain as I go.

Now, without further ado, let's begin this wild journey together with the worst character in the series.

(Also, be warned, this is going to be the LONGEST post you’ll ever read. The Google Doc is 33 pages long…)

Tibbles: Yeah, really no contest here.

Tibbles is, quite frankly, the only character that I consider inadequate. I get the idea the writers were going for: He's a secondary antagonist for lighter adventures amongst heavier ones. The problem is that type of character does not function for a show like The Owl House, a series where the writers were told they'd be cut for time while working on Season Two and having little time for lighter tales. Maybe if the show had enough room for twenty more adventures or if The Owl House had a slight lean toward episodic misadventures like Amphibia, Tibbles might have functioned better as a comedic villain that occasionally screws with the main characters for filler. But because The Owl House has so much to do and would eventually become a series with no time to do it, Tibbles becomes more annoying when he distracts from the plot. Fortunately, he's only in three episodes. Unfortunately, Tibbles never becomes as entertaining as he could have been. He has one good capitalism joke, and that's all the good I can say about Tibbles. Let's move on…

Jacob: Another secondary antagonist that would have worked better if the show had more time. Maybe make him a constant threat (read: annoyance) to Vee or the rest of the Hexsquad while they're stuck on Earth. Instead, he's nothing more than a one-and-done threat who makes a singular cameo in the best episode of the series ("Thanks to Them"). At least Jacob being a crackpot conspiracy theorist is kind of funny. Otherwise, he'd be lower than Tibbles.

Perry Porter: He has next to NO character. Barely even a scrap.

He’s the father of one of our primary characters, and Perry has NOTHING going for him other than that and being a reporter. At least he’s not annoying.

The BATs: Yeah, might as well lump these three together because they started off making you think they'd do SOMETHING, only to have very little to do with the plot, with only one of them having a definite personality (It's Amber, and I love her).

Katya's kind of fun as this weird fanfic writer who has a hint of appreciation of showmanship, given how she very clearly wrote Raine's speech. But then you also have Derwin, who's so forgettable that I know for a fact that you had to Google his name to remember who Derwin is. These three are a mixed bag of sometimes being fun yet forgettable, to the point where I don't blame the writers for forgetting their existence when it came to the rest of the series. A shame, really, because there could have been something interesting to explore with this secret resistance organized by Eda's ex. The problem is, just like Tibbles, there's not enough time for characters like the BATs to flourish. They're missed potential, sure, but that doesn't make them bad. Just less than remarkable members of this very extensive cast.

Gilbert and Harvey Park: Have slightly more personality than Perry with Gilbert having more of a playful and laidback side to him and Harvey being the more serious and worried of the two. You can see glimpses of this through the little details like Willow falling onto Gilbert in that swinging memory in “Understanding Willow.” Gilbert laughs with Willow while Harvey looks a little worried. That’s sweet. They balance each other out.

Also, they’re gay, and gay characters are always better. It’s why they’re a step above the BATs. NEXT!

Warden Wrath: He has the same problem with Tibbles and Jacob, where Warden Wrath is a secondary antagonist in a show that doesn't really have the time for him to be as effective as he COULD be. What makes him BETTER is that Wrath is at least funny. Like, the man chopped off Eda's head and then asked her out. That's humor, baby.

Also, he's a good dad to Braxus, so...you know.

Though I will admit, I'm surprised how little a role Wrath played in the show. In "A Lying Witch and a Warden," he gave off main antagonist energy with his look and menacing demeanor. Turns out he's just a throwaway character, and that's for the best. He doesn't overstay his welcome, never distracts from the plot, and has a few hilarious lines and moments. Not the strongest threat or character, but decent's good enough for me.

Kikimora: I might be the only person who doesn't hate this little gremlin, and even I have to admit she's not that great.

Don't get me wrong, I adore how insane she acts and how obsessive she can be in wanting to beat Hunter, specifically. She has a lot of fun moments and, weirdly, looks adorable when not wearing a cone of shame. She has her fun moments...but fun enough to be a recurring antagonist throughout the series? To the point where the characters have boss fights with her in three prominent episodes?

I...don't think so. I like Kiki just fine, but only in spades. Her voice can get grading after a while, and you do get sick of her obsession with the Emperor's coven given time. She's at least funnier than Wrath, though. I will ALWAYS stand by that. But that's not enough to get her higher.

Adrian Graye: He's yet another secondary antagonist that would have benefited from more time...I'm noticing a theme here.

Eh. Either way, this guy's great. His whole schtick is being a bad and nitpicky director, and that's funny to me. It's what I would expect from the head of the Illusions Coven, who are witches best defined as ones with a sense of showmanship. Some might find Adrian annoying, which...yeah, he's kind of intended to be. But I get it. Not everyone would laugh at this guy as much as I do, and that's okay. Comedy is subjective, after all. My only complaint with Adrian is that we don't see more of him. He's too fun of a villain with an equally entertaining concept to be wasted as a one-and-done antagonist that resorted to only cameos in the future. Still, if the worst I can say about a character is that I want more of them, is that actually a problem?

Tinella Nosa: Also known as Dana Terrace's self-insert. She's used primarily for comedy, and thank goodness for that. I don't know if I would have appreciated this character as much as I did if Tinella was best friends with the main cast or had some stake in the plot. In fact, the one plot and subplot that feature Tinella in a prominent role was some of the worst the show has ever had. Thankfully, she's mostly a character for random comedic bits, and I really wouldn’t have it any other way.

Barcus: Another character whose primary purpose is to be funny. At least Barcus is a dog that radiates stoner energy, giving him a ton more bonus points.

Braxxus: ALSO a comedic character, but is only better because the joke's funnier. I mean, Braxxus is just a character who's a little toddler that looks and sounds disturbing. How can you NOT laugh at that?

Eberwolf The Huntsman: Quick aside: Was anyone going to tell me that Eberwolf was apparently a man, or was I supposed to find that out for myself? I mean, shame on me for assuming genders, I guess...But I'm pretty sure I wasn't the only one on that.

Anyways, Eberwolf is fine. In the short time he's in the show, Eberwolf offers great humor by being this feral little rascal that primarily annoys Darius. Not much to say other than that, and I doubt having more time would benefit Eberwolf. He really does scream "Comedy Relief" to me, and sometimes being entertaining is enough. Not everyone needs depth.

Boscha: Speaking of depth, I will forever stand by my claim that Boscha worked better as a one-dimensional bully than a three-dimensional one. Sure, three-dimensional bullies can be interesting because it leads to us learning why they do their harsh acts and that there are reasons why they're bad kids...However, that's why we have Amity. And for a redeemable bully like HER to work, you need an irredeemable one to show up to prove that not every little s**t can be better with time. Some are just sadists for no reason. And that's where Boscha comes in as a bully that knows full well she's hurting people but doesn't care because her only justification is that they deserve it. Why? Because Boscha believes she's better than them. That inflated ego makes her the perfect mirror of what Amity could have been and causes Boscha to be the best rival to Willow. Willow starts off with confidence issues, where even though she gains more of a boost thanks to her friends, there's still lingering self-doubt in the back of her brain. Boscha lacks that. She may do some affirmations to her reflection, similar to what Willow does in "Any Sport in a Storm," but while Willow briefly second guesses herself, Boscha says every word as if she knows its universal truth. So when these two go up against each other, it's great because it allows Willow to prove that she IS the best while proving that Boscha's the worst. It was perfect, and it's why I had no issues with Boscha remaining one-dimensional...But then the writers had to SCREW IT ALL UP!

Now, don't get me wrong. Revealing that Boscha had codependency issues with Amity and Boscha's other friends is interesting. There's just one problem: They introduce this idea in the second to last episode of the series. There's next to no time to fully flesh it out, leaving Boscha with a character arc that feels both forced and rushed. It might have been better if this idea had been established from the beginning instead of using most of that time writing Boscha as a one-dimensional bully with no depth to her. I still say she's entertaining, but maybe the writers tried TOO HARD with her.

Matt Holomule: But sometimes, it's better to try for a character that used to be the most universally hated.

How in the hell did I go from hating this little stink rat to being genuinely entertained by him? He's not my favorite or anything, but, like...compare Matt's first appearance with his last. He was an insufferable little prick who caused problems for Luz and Gus all because Matt wanted power and drama. That's it. Just those two things: Power and drama. Yeah, those are not great motivations for a character.

In fairness, it was clear we were supposed to hate Matt, and humor comes from watching him fail miserably. The problem is that he didn't do it enough, and while I'll laugh at the little stink nugget getting messed up at the end of "Something Ventured, Someone Framed," Matt still won by the end of the day, getting everything he wanted. He just got a little messed up along the way, is all. So while the idea is there, it's not strong enough to make the character entertaining.

But then the writers decided, "Hey since we're not going to try with Boscha, let's try SOMETHING with Matt." And it worked! "Through the Looking Glass Ruins" showed why Matt was such an insufferable, slimy weasel because he attended a school where the more powerful received more respect. Matt never got that in his old school, so he tried again in his new school, looking for power and drama because it's all he knows. Then by "For the Future," not only is the guy actually competent, but he's hilarious through false bravado and not being smart enough to know that he's been crushing on a robot. It's a huge improvement...but only from a character that makes three primary appearances and sucks with one of them. A character who's decent two-thirds of the time isn't too bad, but that still doesn't make him high up on my list, where characters are better for far more than that.

Viney: Or a character that has a better vibe despite...barely having anything to work with.

Viney...is insane. She dumps friends over the tiniest of misunderstandings and uses her griffin as an assistant for everything. She's clearly not well in the head...and that's what makes her entertaining.

Vine is a looney nut who might be unaware of her crazy actions. It's good fun, but the problem is that there's not enough of it. Like Matt, Viney has very few prominent moments in the series, and you can tell she's not as entertaining as she could have been. If the writers went all the way with her insanity or made her a character that's the textbook definition of "zero chill," you can bet Viney would be one of my favorite characters. As is, her craziness is only...a scrap of what could have been a great personality. I like her, don't love her.

Jerbo: Jerbo's higher because he has more of a well-defined personality. And he wasn't instantly unlikable, so...

And that really is all there is to say about Jerbo. He's fun as a fearful boy down on his luck and has a bit of intrigue with how he wanted to change the coven system forever. And he does, which is honestly pretty cool. Still, not a lot to make him higher.

Owlbert: Hey, look! It's a character that had a ton of prominent appearances in Season One and was all but forgotten in every season after!

This is a shame because Owlbert is one of the two palisman in the series that feels like a genuine character. The others are cute (my favorite is a tie between Ghost and Stringbean), but Owlbert, for a few episodes, felt like a prominent member of the cast with his loyalty to Eda and the connection formed with Luz. In fact, he and Luz had such a great connection that, for a while there, I assumed the show would do a thing where Eda passed down Owlbert to Luz as a form of passing the torch from the master teacher to the master student. But that didn't happen, which I can be fine with because Stringbean's perfect, and I will not hear any argument about it.

Still, it's weird how Owlbert showed up a fair amount of times in Season One, even having an entire episode dedicated to him, only to be forgotten and discarded by the time Season Two rolled around. And I know someone who'll be mad about that.

Bat Queen: And she's a character that had her own kind of potential only to be forgotten in Season Two. Only in this case, I'm willing to be more forgiving toward Bat Queen. It sucks that we'll never fully know who her owner is, but that always felt like a minor story beat for someone who wasn't that major of a character. Or, at least, someone who never had TIME to be a major character. The Bat Queen had intrigue as a discarded palisman who dedicated her life to looking after abandoned ones, but someone like her doesn't really have a place in the grander story of the show. Plenty of characters in the series have good reasons to have their stories continue or their personalities develop, whether having close ties with a main character or having a narrative purpose. Bat Queen doesn't really have either of those things, so it's why I'm not someone who’s losing sleep at night just because she has this engaging backstory brought forth but never followed up on. I'd still like to see it, but I always knew that after hearing Disney shortened the show, it was always going to be the Bat Queen's story that would fall on the cutting room floor. Missed potential for sure, but at least we had an interesting character for a short while.

Odalia Blight: And the winner for the worst mother of the year goes to--Yeah, I know. An easy joke to make. But I can't help it! It's always served on a silver platter!

Anyways, Odalia's the worst. Yet that's what makes her the best, funnily enough. She's the most snobbish snob that's ever snobbed while having zero respect for other people, least of all her family. You hate her with every fiber of your being, and you cannot wait to see her fail miserably despite trying so hard to reach the top. And Odalia absolutely is a character one loves to hate. She called Amity and her friends into the office and soon scolded Amity for not being in class. It is a challenge to make someone that kind of entertainingly despicable, yet the writers nailed it. However, they might have worked too hard to make us hate Odalia and not enough to deliver her just desserts.

I have no problems with Odalia being an awful mother, wife, and overall person throughout the show. I figured it was only a matter of time before she got hit in the face with SOME karma that would make it all worth it. Sure, it was nice to see her bend to the whim of a literal god that craved pizza bagels, and I do love that Belos, who values life less than her, didn't even want to use Odalia as his meat puppet. Still, she deserved worse. After everything Odalia did and the bridges she burned, it would have been nice to see either Amity or Camila knock her lights out for being a terrible mother. Hell, we even saw Kikimora doing community service and grunt work after her crimes, so it would be fitting to see Odalia right there with her. Or giving her SOME punishment other than making the last time we see her being Odalia standing off to the side and acting like she doesn't care that she lost everything. And that...doesn't feel right. After everything Odalia's done, we, the audience, and her family, deserve to see Odalia receive the worst punishment she had coming to her. Maybe not death or even going to jail. But SOMETHING is better than nothing. She was entertaining, but being so goes only so far without a proper failure.

...But at least she's hot. I know that's out of left field...but we all know it's true...Camila's still hotter, though.

Gwen Clawthorne: ...At least she's a better mother than Odalia?

Alright, I might be the only person who doesn't hate Gwen like others in the fandom, just like with Kikimora. But unlike Kiki, Gwen has much more to like...at least to me. Yeah, her falling for scams isn't great, and realizing the error of her ways could have been done better if not...quickly paced, but I don't mind her. Upon her introduction, it's clear that Gwen wants to try and help Eda with a vile curse. She may have been a bit hostile with her wording, but we soon learn that the curse not only turns Eda into a savage beast but one that clawed Gwen's husband's eye out and ruined the family business that's been around for generations. You can't really blame Gwen for being...agitated about the curse. Or wanting to try anything and everything to cure it. Yes, Eda's curse is often used as an allegory for a chronic illness. And a pretty decent one at that. But sometimes, with a story, you have to remove the allegory from what's shown, and doing so helps you gain more of a perspective for why Gwen reacted the way that she did. Was it right? Well...Not really. I guess she could have seen sooner that she should have been there for Eda instead of scaring her off, not to mention the damage Gwen caused in her debut appearance, but Gwen was at least quick enough to come around and realize what she did was wrong, and APOLOGIZE. Most parents like her won't be that easy, obviously, but another thing about fiction is that you have to realize that it's...fiction. Not everything equates to real life, and you should accept a character's choices and actions if it suits the story. Not many kids can do that, sure, and that's where the hesitation fits, but I think Gwen's kind enough to prove that she's worth believing in. She still spent years trying to help Eda, even if it was misguided, and was ready to kill the guys scamming her. Gwen is not a bad person. Her heart's mostly in the right place despite the troubles she caused, and I'm willing to bet she learned her lesson in the end. Just listen to her speech to Eda (and a little to Lilith) near the end of the episode. That's a mother's imperfect love if you ask me.

Masha: Admittingly, there's not much to them. Masha's a solid character. They have tidbits of personality as someone who's into the grim and horrifying but has a good sense of humor about things when they laugh off reading Vee an accurate fortune by saying she needed bath bombs or humorously sum up Belos' backstory about him being upset that his brother got a hot witch girlfriend. Plus, there's the genuine representation of having Masha be non-binary but still comfortable dressing and looking feminine. From what I've learned, being non-binary doesn't mean sticking to a gender-neutral style. Some like to look feminine, while others are fine appearing masculine, and it's cool for The Owl House to represent that through Masha. I only wish there was more about them. I could go on and on about most of these characters, but for Masha, there's not enough to go off of. It really is the good vibes and representation carrying them, but that's not much to complain about if you ask me.

Skara: SKARA IS THE BEST GIRL!

What's that? She barely has much of a consistent personality and is an over-glorified background character, if anything else? Well, too bad, because she's the best girl.

Honestly, I don't know why I love Skara so much. She hardly has any character to her, but something about her is just so gosh darn endearing. I'm telling you, sometimes a character can be entertaining by having a good vibe alone.

Steve: THIS MOTHER F**KER, however, had NO RIGHT being as entertaining as he was! Nor how popular!

Steve. F**king STEVE! All he had was one or two lines in a less-than-stellar episode, yet the fandom ADORED this mother f**ker! And, yeah, they were funny lines, but not "OMG, best character EVAH" levels of funny! But sure enough, people loved him! So the writers brought him back, and gosh dang it, he's so endearing! He's the most chill and reasonable character in the entire show! He gave King insight into who he was in one of the biggest character moments in the series! He's...NOT the golden god that I think people were picturing him as under that mask, but DAMN, is he still a handsome fella! He's so great, that I honestly wish he was in the show MORE! Gosh, DANG IT!

"If you love him so much, why are you acting angry about it?"

Because it's FUNNY!

"No, it isn't."

Yes, it is! Moving on!

Terra Snapdragon: Finally! Some good frickin' secondary antagonist!

Terra is why I hoped the series would dive deep into the other covenheads, primarily the clearly evil ones. This woman radiated supervillain energy as someone who seemed super sweet but would kill you with zero hesitation. And we learn in the flashback episode that Terra was somehow more bloodthirsty, having zero care for the lives of others, least of all children. The woman was despicable, and it was a treat seeing her return when she did. And, unlike Odalia, Terra had a proper amount of punishment. Sure, it sucks that she slinks away in the finale, but her forced to play pretend with the Collector while in an outfit that...did not work on her is pretty decent karma for someone who saw others as below her. Plus, she at least turned into a puppet for being too big of a big mouth, which is more than what Odalia got. I'd prefer if Terra had MORE punishment, but who knows? Maybe she went to jail or...tripped and snapped her spine off-screen.

If anything, my only complaint was that Terra wasn't in the series more. Make HER the main threat in "For the Future" instead of Kikimora and Boscha. THAT would have been fun. Regardless, she's entertaining enough as is, even if more screen time would have made her better.

Principal Bump: This man deserved more love...He said, while still leaving Bump below several characters.

For real, though, Bump deserves more credit, even from me. He's the school principal in a children's animated series, but instead of making him the demonic, overbearing dictator, the writers made him...the exact opposite. If anything, Principal Faust is more of what I would expect as a cold, careless, and horrifying hater of fun and children. Thankfully, that's not Bump. The man may be strict and have no problems throwing a kid into a detention pit, but he still cares about the safety and well-being of his students. Hell, he loves his students. Even with trouble-makers like Luz, Gus, and Willow, Bump can't help but cry because he has fond memories about the three of them and the trouble they caused. And while he can be dead-set in some ways, Bump is still willing to admit when he made a mistake and chooses to correct it, like in "The First Day" by letting the Detention Kids pick multiple tracks to study from. He's kind and reasonable, and that's what's to love about him. Plus, Bump's got some Grade-A snark on him. Some of the show's funniest and most quotable lines come from his dry remarks, and it's partially why he's bumped (ha) up so high. As I said, Bump deserves more love...It's just unfortunate that there are more entertaining characters than him.

Lilith Clawthorne: Admittedly, Lilith would not be up this high if she remained the person she was in Season One. Back then, Lilith wasn't the worst. She functioned nicely as a foil to Eda's wild side and had a great design for a secondary antagonist. The problem is that Lilith was a little boring, her motivations weren't made clear until the finale for the sake of a twist, and that same twist REALLY hurt her character...for about a week until everyone was quick to forgive and forget after a poorly paced redemption. And that's another fault of Lilith: Her redemption. She cursed Eda, ruined the family, ostracized Eda from society, hunted her down for YEARS because of blind faith in a man playing her like the cheap-ass kazoo that she was, and it all got wiped away almost instantly. Granted, there is one asterisk to this: It was all an accident...Sort of.

Lilith did mean to curse Eda but didn't intend for it to last as long as it did. And you at least get a sense that Lilith feels some remorse for doing so, even stopping their first duel together the second Eda brought up the curse. The problem is that she doesn't feel enough, still treating Eda as lesser than her despite the two of them being close and Lilith supposedly feeling guilty about cursing her. And, again, it feels like everything got resolved too quickly. I accepted everyone is quick to say, "Everything's good for now" in "Young Blood, Old Souls," but only because I expected Lilith to get dragged through the coals in Season Two. But she didn't. She was quickly treated as one of the gang, and Eda did nothing but jokingly remind Lilith that she cursed her. You do that after years of getting over something, not after a week. So, as a redeemable antagonist, Lilith might as well get a C-...Thank goodness she became an entertaining character, regardless of that.

By Season Two, Lilith becomes an almost different character. Better yet, she becomes what I wanted Viney to be: Bats**t insane. Lilith is violent enough to tell Philip that he better be digging his own grave and punches him in the face without hesitation, ecstatic about banisters and having barnacles on her head, and willing to devote her whole life to an eight-year-old and perform blood sacrifices in his honor. The woman lost her mind, and I was all there for it. Even then, though, she still had a bit of intelligence, being hesitant to trust Philip after seeing some similarities to Belos and studious enough to figure out glyph combos herself. It's just that now because there are fewer worries and fears about keeping an image and being the best, Lilith can let go of inhibitions and go nuts. Her redemption could have used a lot more polish, but being so dang entertaining in Season Two is what made Lilith a character I couldn't care about to one I was excited to see when I could.

Alador Blight: Wish I could say the same about this guy...

I think I love the idea of Alador much more than his execution. Upon his introduction, he's presented as the lesser of two evils between him and Odalia, with Alador being easier to talk to without threatening to kill anybody and trying to find compromises that could stow Odalia's fire when she becomes unreasonably angry. Initially, one could assume that he's on the same agenda as hers, only to later find out that Alador's being mistreated too, with Odalia working him to exhaustion, too tired to even notice his children's problems half the time because he's too busy working for Odalia to the point where he never even took a sick day. In Season Two, this lines up with a lot of his behavior. It's why he acts so scatterbrained and unsure of what to do in most appearances. Or the way he tries to tell Odalia they've demonstrated enough with the Abomiton and how he forces a compromise by making Odalia stick to her word and sneakily tell her that being with friends makes Amity stronger, and how he promises to Amity to let Odalia back down in "Reaching Out." If you look solely at how he acts in Season Two, I believe it's pretty decent character work/development, showing a man who loves his kids but can't be the father he wants and needs to be because of his overbearing wife...However, there is ONE moment that spoils everything.

Yeah, that one. This is the scene that everyone points back to when discussing Alador's change of heart and whether or not he earns Amity's love despite it. He's very clearly on Odalia's side in this argument, being just as cold as her. Some argued that because this memory came from Amity as a kid, she might misremember the details and misconstrued how Alador acted that day. Even his silhouette seems different from how he looks in the present, and I was willing to agree because I remember days when my parents got a LITTLE mad, and it was the scariest thing in the world. However, not only would you be surprised how more traumatic experiences stick with kids, but the show makes it very clear that memories inside one's mind recreate things to the exact detail. Sure, there's the fact that it's Amity's recollection in Willow's brain, which, as far as we know, isn't as perfect as a picture. But The Owl House never explicitly establishes how weak a witch's memory could be while already inside a memory. It's a very weird distinction to make but necessary to prove that Amity's memory isn't as exact as it looks. Although, if you want explanations, I have some of my own. One realistic, another analytical, and one argumentive.

Realistically...this is a retcon. The writers had a new idea of what to do with Alador and realized, too late, that they had to make changes to his character for it to work. Changes that go beyond a scene where all we see is his silhouette. And when a retcon's made, it's sort of a team effort between the writers and the fans to explain how it works, with the writers providing the information and the fans analyzing previous scenes to see how it holds up. And after writing about how he's under Odalia's abuse and manipulation, here's where the analysis comes in.

Alador works so much and dismisses his kids because, if he doesn't, Odalia will have the kids do work for him. Not wanting to let them go through what he does, Alador reluctantly goes along with what she demands, only getting her to back down when he sees an opportunity, like in "Escaping Expulsion." Unfortunately, just like that episode, he's still on her side most of the time, doing what she wants and saying what SHE thinks is right even if he probably doesn't want to. Because if he doesn't, he and his kids are in WORSE trouble. That day, when Alador scolded Amity, might be a day when he felt like there was no other choice because Odalia left no room to back down and was forced to do and say what she wanted.

Plus--and here's where I get argumentive--We forgave this:

Granted, there are some arguments against this as well, one I'll get to when talking about Amity. For now, I will say there are three reasons why we're willing to forgive Amity: One is that she's a kid. People are more willing to forgive a child's behavior because they can outgrow it and become better. People have this idea that adults can't do the same thing, that they should already know better...even though adults rarely do, and they could live up to seventy while still unaware of how their behavior is wrong. Number two is that we spend more time with Amity, learning how much she regrets her actions and proving how she'll work hard to be a better person despite them. We can't have that with Alador because the show has to do so much and has very little time to do it. Some corners can be cut, and Alador was one of them. Thirdly, and this is the one I can't argue against, people understand Amity's plight because they WERE Amity. They've had experience with neglectful and abusive parents, and that experience beats any argument a person has. It doesn't matter if you, me, or anyone else argues that Alador isn't badly written. THOSE people, the ones who had an Alador of their own, will always feel uncomfortable by how the writers made him because those people know not every parent is like him, and they don't want kids thinking THEIR parents are the same. I mean it when I say I can't argue against that because that's a fair reason to not like a character.

Personally, I like Alador enough. At least, I like the idea he represents. It's good to show that parents can be mistreated too, especially a father because not enough people take men getting abused in a relationship as seriously as women do. The execution is a little sloppy because of that one scene in Season One, but it doesn't bother me. It DOES, however, bother others, and for reasons I can't help but sympathize. I won't call Alador a bad character, but I won't stop others from disagreeing. But at least his kids are great (and, yeah, we’ll get to them).

Dell Clawthorne: Dell's kind of both a symbol and a character.

Symbolically, he's the physical representation of Eda's biggest regret. She blinded and crippled her father, ruining the family business in the process. But the sad part is that none of it was her fault. Yet Eda still blames herself, not even wanting to go and SEE Dell because the pain of knowing what she did to him is too great. He proves that Eda can turn into what she is afraid of becoming. Something that we see in her nightmare in "Watching and Dreaming." Something that no one wants to be: A monster. A monster that doesn't deserve forgiveness or love. A monster that should be locked away for the safety of the ones she loves. But the crazy thing is that Dell DOES love Eda. He DOES forgive her.

Dell has every right to be angry. He lost his eye and his job. Who wouldn't be angry after that? And maybe he was for a bit, but I doubt he was ever angry with Eda, let alone resent her for it. Instead, after years of her running away and never wanting to talk to him again, Dell only wanted to see his daughter again. His scene with Eda in "Elsewhere and Elsewhen," where he clarifies that what happened was tragic but still loves Eda despite it, is one of my favorite interactions between two characters in The Owl House. And trust me, that's a hefty list to get on.

Dell's time on the show wasn't long, but what he does gives a lot of substance to the show for a guy who probably has less than five minutes of screen time (I don't know, I didn't do the math). Maybe he could have offered more, but I'm glad with what we still got.

The Titan: The same goes for this fluffy individual. We only knew them for a short amount of time, but holy hell, did the Titan make the most of it. Even though, technically speaking, we knew them the whole time.

I don't think I've seen a show where the setting happens to be an essential character in the plot. I'm pretty sure everyone assumed the Titan was a corpse that our characters had adventures on, and that's it. Any idea that they were a being that could talk to others could get shot down because the only person to "talk" to the Titan was Belos. And with him being the serial liar that he was, any fan could assume that even talking to the Titan was impossible, and meeting them was even more so. Turns out it wasn't.

And the Titan, the powerful being whose corpse is big enough to form a landmass, also turns out to be a chilled-out individual. There are brief moments of seriousness and even nobility in their final moments, but for the most part, the Titan is just a laid-back, jovial person. Personally, I'm into god-like beings that are like that. Not one that's wrathful or vengeful, but kind and acts like someone you could, I don't know, have a beer with. Not that I drink beer, but...you know.

Granted, the Titan WAS a bit wrathful with how they treated the Collector, but they clearly feel bad about it after finally realizing the Collector meant no harm, and it was the Collector's SIBLINGS who did the dirty work. The Titan admitted to making a mistake, making them both a kind god and a humble one. It amazes me how much characterization was given to the Titan in how little time they were officially introduced in the show. There are characters who are better after having more time, but there are also ones who might just be worse. So I appreciate that they made the Titan so top-tier, even if making them nothing more than the Isles, and the show's setting, would have been more than enough.

Emira Blight: I will forever be grateful for the course correction that the writers took with Edric and Emira, not only making them great supporting characters instead of semi-antagonists like in "Lost in Language" but also giving them their own personalities that help them stand out instead of being exact copies like most twins in media. Unfortunately, Emira might be the least interesting Blight sibling.

THAT DOES NOT MEAN BAD! Just because Amity's more engaging and Edric's more entertaining, that doesn't make Emira a horrible character because of it. It just means that, comparatively, she's not as high as her siblings. With that said, Emira's still pretty fantastic as the only Blight with a functioning brain cell. She calls Edric out for his occasional stupidity, gives proper advice to Amity when she's freaking out, and has her thoughts together because Emira didn't work herself to exhaustion. It also makes sense why Emira's a healer. She's there to keep her family physically and emotionally safe, making sure Edric doesn't hurt himself or counseling Amity when things are too overwhelming. Not only is Emira the most sensible, but it might make her the glue that keeps the family together. But despite that, she's still playful, still mischievous. Except, unlike her brother, there's a more controlled intelligence behind the fun and games Emira pulls. It's a bit more subtle, but it's there. So, while she might be the weakest Blight sibling in terms of story value, Emira is still a great character in her own right, being a fun yet essential family member with that perfect older sister energy...Mainly because she's the older sister, but my point still stands!

Edric Blight: Ah, the one Blight sibling that proves how most of the brains went to Amity and Emira while he got only the scraps.

Edric is not smart. And that very fact leads to two kinds of entertainment. Firstly, it's funny seeing his dumbass stumble through life. He tried to eat snow, attempted to keep a wild bat as a pet, couldn't pick up a hint to save his life, and ended up in a full-body cast after a reckless rescue mission. The poor boy is a riot because of how dumb he acts, which leads to the second thing entertaining about Edric: He's aware of his lack of smarts and how others see him as "The Dumb One." It causes Edric to be a little insecure about his talents, despite having great knowledge of Beast Keeping and decent skills with Potions. It's as if the writers saw the fans' preconceptions about Edric and decided to do something with it. Unfortunately, they only did it for one episode because we're strapped for time, but that brief instant of character insight is what's to love about this show. We have so many characters to use and so little time that instances like Edric helping Eda and King make a potion is enough to be considered great character development for someone who could have easily been "The Dumb One" and nothing more. He was funny enough with that simple character trait, but one tends to appreciate when a show goes the extra mile, even if it's for one episode only.

Hooty: Oh, Hooty. Sweet, dearest Hootcifer.

At first, I did not like you. You were an annoying addition as comic relief, whose screechy voice only made me hate you more. But then something interesting happened. As time went on, you became less annoying and more endearing by nature. Having an eagerness to please others mixed with a constant ignorance of social cues made you quite humorous. Yes, quite humorous indeed. The laughs brought forth by things you have done and said were plentiful, and I was delighted by each appearance you've made.

And best of all, dearest Hootcifer, you've made Luz and Amity a canonical couple. In an episode that will be nearest and dearest to many fans' hearts, you have not only brought out beautiful development between King and Eda but also managed the most adorable display of young love to occur. A young love between two girls, no less, meaning this moment of spectacular representation for the LGBTQA+ community is all thanks to you, a character best described as a "bird worm." That is both mildly hilarious as well as incredible.

Unfortunately, dearest Hootcifer, your time on the show was not perfect. Whilst Season Two was you at your best, it took all of Season One for me and others to warm up to you. And by Season Three, with every other characters taking story prominence, there was nary any time for you, Hootcifer, to add anything of value. You hardly had any lines, nor did you manage to have any final words in the series finale. Other characters in the series had faced this injustice too, but it is extra ludicrous for you, Hootcifer. You were there since that very first episode, becoming the fourth member of the Owl House family. To think that your last line was only in the second to last episode, despite how much of an impact you've left on the others and the fans, it pains me that you were one of the few cheated out the most with that final season.

Regardless, despite everything, Hootcifer, you are a well-done character with humor and heart. Tis no wonder that the show is named after you, for you are worthy of such an honor.

...In short, Hooty is funny, endearing, and surprisingly grows on you. I have...no idea why I gave that sentiment across in such a fancy way, but oh well.

(He deserves it anyways)

Flapjack: *Sigh* Another loving bird...

Just like Owlbert, Flapjack's the only palisman with enough prominence in the series to feel like a character, but unlike Owlbert, the writers actually explore more with Flapjack. But that may be because his story is tragic.

It is heavily hinted that Flapjack is Evelyn's palisman, who also lured Caleb into the Boiling Isles and indirectly sparked DECADES worth of...bad stuff. And within that time, Flapjack lost an eye and an owner and spent so much of his life alone. That is until he met Luz...who then introduced Flapjack to Hunter.

It really was a solid expectation subversion that Flapjack chose Hunter as an owner. He had a kind and playful energy that matched Luz perfectly, but no. He wanted Hunter, possibly because he looked so much like Caleb. And not wanting to lose another Caleb, Flapjack seemed to make it his number one goal to help Hunter in every way possible. That's when it hits you why Flapjack is perfect for Hunter: He's what Hunter NEEDS. Flapjack may have worked well with Luz, but Hunter needed him more than she did. Hunter was all alone for most of his life and went through so much emotional and mental stress in his unfortunate existence. Then here comes Flapjack, cheerfully supporting Hunter in his interests and literally pulling him to people who will make him happy. Flapjack's basically a therapy bird if I've ever seen one. And it really was nice seeing the majority of the time he's spent in the series be dedicated to making someone else happy...because it makes his death all the more tragic.

All Flapjack wanted was to make Hunter happy, ignoring the fact for so long that being near Hunter was the biggest risk that Flapjack could have ever taken. The second Belos might see Flapjack, he'd be as good as dead due to Belos' need to feed off the souls of palismens and because of Belos' hatred for everything that Flapjack represents. Yet Flapjack still stuck it out and stayed by Hunter's side despite these risks. His death was all but inevitable, but it hurt all the same because while we knew, deep down, it would happen, we didn't WANT it to happen. But it did, and it stings that a bird that wanted to do nothing but good only paid a horrible price for his kindness. On the bright side, Flapjack died doing the one thing he did best: Helping Hunter. No, SAVING Hunter.

Flapjack was loyal to the end, and we all love him for it. And miss him all the same.

Darius Deamonne: Hey, look! It's another character that's important to Hunter! And this one is FABULOUS!

I'll forever be blown away by the expectation subversion the writers did with Darius. Upon his introduction, you think he would be this menacing secondary antagonist the characters would have to fight through in a final battle against Belos. That was definitely the vibe I got from the guy, with how menacing he acted and how he looked in his abomination form. Turns out, most of that was an act...Most of it. I'm willing to bet that he really was ticked off by whoever was screwing with him, and his annoyance was real with Ebberwolf. But by using what we NOW know, it's clear that Darius was playing SOME of his behavior up to make it convincing enough that he's on the Emperor's side in case any ears are listening in. Belos does have eyes and ears everywhere, after all...somehow. Plus, it makes the reveal that Darius is on the side of good all the more pleasant of a surprise. He's certainly less menacing, but not as a fault. Darius still has the same snark and agitation towards people who are more, let's say, foolish than him, just as Darius did in his first appearance. It's just that now he's more subdued because he's surrounded by people who Darius doesn't need to scare. Even when dealing with the Emerald Entrails, Darius acted cold but reasonable. And when actually TRYING to scare the kids, you can argue he wanted to further scare them away from joining the Emperor's Coven, showing them what type of person they'd be dealing with.

But the biggest surprise came when he turned out to be a decent father figure for Hunter. Unfortunately, we never get to see him as an actual father, but it's still sweet seeing Darius show Hunter the first amount of respect and care from an adult the poor boy ever got. Darius shows interest in Hunter's interest, respects his decisions, and encourages him to be a kid and not a soldier, likely because Darius knows full well where that leads for the previous Golden Guards. It warms the heart to see how much Darius cares for Hunter, getting worried when he's in danger and feeling joy when he's safe and sound. It's all great...and it SUCKS that Darius is one of the few screwed over in the finale. No final lines, just pure silence...and some shipping fuel between him and Alador. At least there were still moments of Darius showing he cares for Hunter, and they're both happy together. I didn't really expect much from Darius. He was already fun upon his introduction, but having him become this stern yet caring person was such an interesting twist that I can't help but admire more. It's not what I expected, but I appreciate it nonetheless.

Vee Noceda: That IS her last name, and I will hear NO SLANDER ABOUT IT!

...Anyway, Vee's a great character.

I am forever impressed by how great of an, yet another, expectation subversion Vee is. Everyone, including Luz, upon first seeing Vee, saw her as an evil doppelganger trying to steal Luz's life. I still remember the shock and fear I felt when first seeing Vee, worried about what this could mean for Luz and Camila. And then we got to know Vee...and I much prefer the character we got over an evil clone or whatever the popular theory at the time was.

Vee, quite possibly, might have the most tragic life out of everyone in the show. She was born in a cage, was treated as a lab experiment and nothing more, gained a ton of PTSD surrounding rats and cages, and likely never knew the feeling of a warm bed or a good home-cooked meal until meeting Camila. Vee's life was a nightmare before running away to the human realm, and after learning about all that, it makes her finding a home with the Nocedas, being a part of their family, all the sweeter. A friend of mine said that her plan was a LITTLE flawed because Vee didn't know whether or not Luz would return, but in fairness, Vee said that she didn't mean to keep the act up forever, but Camila was nice to her. Vee was operating off of emotions due to getting an inkling of what love feels like, even if Camila's motherly love wasn't for Vee exactly. And with the family she's found and the friends she made in the Human Realm, it's no wonder that she prefers a life there, graduating high school with Luz and having a form for herself to gain an identity of her own. It's amazing how much care and attention the writers put into Vee and her story...Especially since she's basically a minor character.

Yeah, it's crazy to think that a lot of this stuff that happens with Vee is for a character with a substantial role in TWO episodes. Honestly, I wish she had more and could have time to bond with Camila and Luz, showing how much of a happy family she's gained. But, even after "Yesterday's Lie" ended, I already assumed the odds of seeing Vee again in something big were NEVER to become a reality. The shortening of the series, leaving fans with only half a season and three specials, meant that the odds weren't in Vee's favor to grow and develop more than she already did. In a case like that, you have to learn to accept what you HAVE instead of complaining that you didn't get what you WANT. And as for what we have with Vee, it's still good and compelling stuff for a character that makes two appearances. Sure, the potential of a greater character is there for Vee, but for a minor character, she's still really great. Now, if she was a MAIN character, THEN it'd be an issue...Speaking of which.

Gus Porter: Ah, NOW we're getting to the important characters.

Gus is...probably the least interesting out of the main cast. That doesn't make him bad, mind you. I mean, look how far he's come in this list. It's just that, compared to everyone else, Gus felt as if he had less going on. While everyone else was dealing with trauma, family issues, and self-worth, Gus was always kind of...there. The worst part is that there are a lot of hints of there being more to him. He somewhat admits to Hunter in "Thanks to Them" that, while things aren't awful, Gus isn't happy. He missed his dad, and Gus was the first to break down and cry after "King's Tide." There's something there to explore, but because it's a season where so much is going on and there's little time to focus on everybody, Gus, unfortunately, gets the short end of the stick when dealing with HIS trauma. And there's not much going on with his family. There's no discussion of what happened with his mom or any animosity between Gus and his dad. They have a healthy relationship together. Which is appreciative, don't get me wrong. But it's NOTHING compared to Amity's issues with her parents, Eda's strained relationship with her sister and mother, and Luz's difficulty in getting her mom to understand her. The closest bit of intrigue we get with Gus and his dad is how bored and kind of annoyed Gus looked during the Grand Prix in "Eda's Requiem." There could be something to explore there, maybe talk about why Gus went with his dad even though he clearly wasn't having a great time. Unfortunately, this was during a season when the writers were told the series would get cut, and they had to rush to close up as many character arcs as they could before reaching the end, with Gus, again, getting the short end of the stick. Thankfully, the show does something about Gus' self-worth, showing his doubts as an Illusionist and some anxiety about being used by others for personal gain. It's engaging stuff, but it comes at the cost of Gus being overshadowed by an admittedly cute couple and the fandom's favorite white boy.

We definitely get a good amount where I say that Gus is an engaging character, but never enough to stand above the others. And that, right there, is why Gus is the least interesting in the main cast. There are great things about him to explore, but he's never given a chance to truly shine. Thankfully, Gus is still great in a supporting role, acting as the group's cheerleader and hyping them up to do something. Or how he acts as the little brother, having sometimes naive optimism and playfulness compared to everyone else. He's still a smart cookie who knows when to be serious, but it's clear that he's the second or third youngest in the cast, right next to King or the Collector. So, while Gus would have been even better with more time dedicated to him and him alone, that doesn't mean he's any worse of a character because of it. He's still endearing with how supportive he is, even if that makes him less interesting than his friends.

Speaking of which...

Willow Park: Willow...has a similar problem as Gus, but it might be a little worse. Because while Gus has entire subplots in episodes dedicated to him and his issues, Willow has consistently shared the spotlight with other characters throughout the series, where they get a lot of development, and she gets the scraps. To the point where fans talk more about the people Willow has a relationship with instead of Willow. She used to have a friendship with Amity? They latch onto AMITY'S side of things. Hunter's her boyfriend? They latch onto HUNTER'S side of things. In fact, I think people talk more about her BULLY than they do about Willow. Rarely does Willow get any attention in the fanbase and even in the series, which is a shame because she IS a solid character.

Willow's your typical shy girl who learns to gain more confidence. Only this one has more of a violent edge and seems more than capable of killing someone for hurting her but doesn't due to her self-confidence issues. Plus, instead of stretching out those issues throughout the entire series, Willow gains more confidence at the end of Season One. An annoying thing about shy girls is that they remain progressively so, getting better through inches instead of miles. With Willow, she gets over it pretty soon, to the point where I genuinely thought Willow didn't have much to do in Season Two because the writers figured her character arc was done. Which is a shame because even though her friends have more development than her, Willow is a great straight man to their antics. She's often remembered as a friend with the one functioning brain cell in the group, acting as the voice of reason when her idiot friends have a dumb idea. But she's still supportive of their ambitions and adventures because THEY were supportive of her. It's her way of paying them back. Willow just has a better idea of when to draw the line.

Plus, there is an interesting idea about Willow that the writers manage to explore beyond her shyness, even if it's not to as great of an extent as everyone else's development. You see, Willow has a problem processing trauma. In "Understanding Willow" (which ironically helps us understand Amity better), Willow states that it's best to hide away what's upsetting her while saying, "Out of sight, out of mind." Only for that to QUICKLY backfire as Amity takes things further by burning the very thing Willow only wanted to hide. They both learn it's better to confront the things that make them uncomfortable, gaining an understanding (ha) that you need to face your pain to heal from it. Except that Willow somewhat forgot that lesson in "For the Future," which showcased what makes Willow great. She's there to help her friends and their issues but ignores her own because she believes her friends’ are more important. All the girl needed was a good cry over her dads, but Willow instead repeated to herself, "Keep it in," not wanting to let her own problems overshadow everyone else's, which caused her emotions to grow more out of control. This side of her is an engaging idea, and it sucks that it's only been explored twice while her friends got more development. I'm willing to blame the shortening of the series for this one because there's no way she only had such a small role to play in the series upon conception. Willow acts as great support like Gus, but she could have been so much more. And that's a "What if" that's going to unfortunately be lost to time.

King Clawthorne: I have mixed feelings towards King, at least in the first season. I didn't hate him. It's just that, within Season One, King hardly had a direction. More often than not, he was the comic relief that went off doing silly things in the B-Plot while everyone else went on the real adventures. It led to entertaining bits, like gaining an army of sentient stuffed animals or using the Owl Beast as a tool to dominate the playground. But then there were times when they felt like an unnecessary distraction, like being an MC at Grom or being mistaken as a substitute teacher. And most of the time, it's all for the sake of an unrealistic goal. I could tell from the beginning that he would NEVER be the actual King of Demons, and it was just something the other characters played along with because even THEY knew it would never be a reality. So there was never anything King could add to the show besides humor, which he did well due to Alex Hirsch's hilarious delivery with a few jokes. If King stayed the same as he does in Season One, he'd go just above Hooty as someone entertaining with a few solid scenes of heart with the rest of the main cast, but nothing more than that.

...But then the writers decided to make King an actual character in Season Two.

King became more consistent and engaging in the series from "Echoes of the Past" to beyond. In most of the series before this moment, King always went back and forth as either a child, a pet, or an immature adult with delusions of grandeur. Post "Echoes of the Past," it's pretty clear that King's a child but one with a bit more maturity than others. He acts naive and has a definite need to be protected at all costs when he acts sad. And Alex Hirsch KILLS it when portraying King's youth, where the times King cries or gets emotional sounds like an actual kid rather than a grown man playing a kid. His delivery isn't just good for humor but for some amazing voice acting that surprisingly adds to the illusion. It's sort of like how John Roberts convinces me that Linda from Bob's Burgers is a New Jersey Mother in a way that's better than any voice actress ever could manage. Sometimes, you need to give in to the illusion.

As for what makes King engaging, that's where his purpose comes in. King wanting to become the King of Demons and have people bow down to him is...cute and results in some good humor. But King wanting to know what he is and where his Dad came from? Now THAT is a way to make someone invested in a character we already enjoyed. King was entertaining before, but seeing his struggles to find answers about his past and heritage was always endearing and helped you feel for the little guy. And when he finally DOES get answers, it cleverly gives King what he wanted in Season One: To be something that people would bow down to in respect and fear...and King doesn't want that anymore. After learning he's the last of his species, that his blood family is dead, and everything is falling down around him and his found family, King doesn't want to be the monster everyone fears. He just wants to be King and have things go back to normal. Or, HIS version of normal, anyway. It's pretty compelling to show King's growth as comic relief to an actual character by giving him everything he thought he wanted, only to practically refuse it. King is almost a completely different character by Season Two, and it really is for the best. Season One King wasn't too bad, but his Season Two self really gave him the boost he needed.

Raine Whispers: Raine is best defined as a pretty flawless character. At least, in my eyes, they are, as there's not really a bad thing I can say about them.

Upon conception, Raine was nothing more than a love interest to Eda...and that tracks. So much of Raine's development and story occurs when Eda is there, fawning over them and wanting to reconnect. Even their debut episode was more about Eda's issues and how Raine was there to guide her to the right path when it mattered most. They're very much a character severely connected with Eda and never had the chance to star in the spotlight instead of sharing it. A shame, really, since Raine organizing a resistance against Belos could be enough for an episode of its own, but, unfortunately, not the case for a series that got shortened. However, just because Raine's a character connected to Eda, it doesn't make them any less fun or engaging.

First and foremost, you GET why Eda is so in love with Raine. Where Eda is an agent of chaos, Raine is more for CONTROLLED chaos, willing to join Eda to cause some mayhem but in a way where they don't get caught or in trouble. And that's just them as kids. As an adult, Raine wants to destroy a militaristic dictatorship from the inside out, determined to keep the act going and fight literal brainwashing no matter how often they get caught. They're also pretty determined, fighting against Belos infecting Raine's brain and fighting with their last breath when Belos tried to get to the heart of the Titan. Because while Raine was one for chaos as a kid, they're still a good and caring person. Raine didn't want Eda involved so she wouldn't get hurt and MEANT their promise to Luz to make sure nothing bad happened to Eda during their mission on the Day of Unity. But on top of everything else: Raine is a charismatic dork, having enough charm to make Eda the Owl Lady blush but still having the dorkiest smile when announcing their crew's name is "The CATs." Raine is ALL these things, and the result is someone who's a blast to watch, even if they're simply Eda's love interest. They still add enough entertainment and drama, even if some of it, unfortunately, focuses more on the Eda side of things. Would I love more of a spotlight to shine on Raine? Of course. They're an outstanding character who unfortunately got put through the wringer, what with being physically tortured, used as Belos' meat puppet, and MAYBE groomed by Terra Snapdragon (That creepy witch). But when a character's conceived as a love interest, even if there's more to them, you gotta take the good moments when they're badass and awesome and appreciate when they contribute to the story on the sidelines as a supporting character than a leading one. At least they were right there to kill Belos and lived happily ever after, snuggling with Eda. Not too bad for a love interest, huh?

Oh, and Raine's also the first non-binary character in a kid's cartoon with a major influence on the characters and the plot. That's pretty cool too.

The Collector: Here we have a character that turned out WAY better than I imagined. I didn't admit it in the past, but I was a LITTLE worried that the writers would make The Collector like Bill Cypher: A chaotic god-like character who takes pleasure in treating others like his playthings. And The Collector IS that...but there's something that makes them a different yet intriguing character: The Collector's a kid. Yes, he's a kid who turned the Boiling Isles into their playground and the residents into toys, but they’re still a kid.

Upon our introduction of The Collector, we're given this idea that he’s a sick and twisted little gremlin who's just as excited as Belos is about the genocide of the Boiling Isles (which might be an image aided by the fact that it's Belos' memory). But every time we saw them since, the more the writers leaned into the Collector's child-like behavior, showing that the reason why he might be all for Belos' genocide and treat people as literal playthings is that they don't understand what life and death means. He doesn't MEAN to be a problem. It's just that no one has ever taught them otherwise. And that's a more interesting way to go about this character instead of making The Collector a new primary antagonist. It might have worked fine, but when you make a character with god-like powers, it becomes difficult to believe anyone could defeat them. So, the idea to stop The Collector by TEACHING him what's right and wrong before it's too late is a clever way to go about things, especially when it's King that does most of the teaching, using his newfound maturity to teach The Collector what Eda and Luz taught HIM. The result is a new, engaging character that also shows the stellar development of another. Not too bad for someone added to the series at the last minute...Yeah, no, that's what The Collector is, though.

After finding out the series would get shortened, Dana Terrace and the writers thought, "Hey, let's just go NUTS this season!" So, they threw in The Collector as a way to add more spectacle to the final three specials of the show. Sure, the writers had SOME idea of what to do with The Collector beforehand. But after getting the bad news from the executives who decided the series no longer fit the brand, it was the final nail in the coffin to shove The Collector in there. And MAN, there is no better representation of the show's forced conclusion than The Collector, as they're this thing that ALL the characters react to, whether protagonist or antagonist, and are forced to work through their story arcs and character development around within the last few minutes of the show. It's a pretty fun way to look at The Collector, even if he's still a great character despite all they represent. Regardless, I'm still grateful the writers didn't just turn him into the new primary antagonist who killed the old one to show off their threat level...Especially since the old one is REALLY good.

Emperor Belos/Philip Whitebane: "YOU LIKE BELOS MORE THAN WILLOW, GUS, RAINE, AND EVERYONE ELSE?!"

Yes...As a CHARACTER. Not as a PERSON. Because he's NOT a PERSON. He's a FICTIONAL CHARACTER.

I'm serious. People should stop equating "good character" to "good person," especially in this fandom. You can't talk about how well-written Belos or Odalia are without someone coming around and saying, "THEY'RE AWFUL PEOPLE!" I know that. Most...SHOULD know that. But here's the thing: Belos is an antagonist. A character whose purpose is for the audience to love to hate him. If that's done well, he's a good character. And guess what: Belos does it REALLY well, to the point where he's one of my favorite antagonists in a Disney property. Probably one of my favorite antagonists of all time.

Upon his introduction, Belos scared the crap out of me. From his design to even the way he spoke sent chills up my spine. He didn't even SOUND all that threatening, with a deep and scary voice. He sounded like a dude, but it’s in the way he said things, as if Belos knew what he was saying was messed up. But he didn't care, almost like it was because he thrived on people fearing him. And that was just on his INTRODUCTION. From a few of his future appearances, the writers showed Belos acting MORE horrifying, having disturbing spells unlike anything we've seen before, being aware that SOMETHING is spying on him, and revealing that he has a curse that turns him into a somehow MORE terrifying monster. It was pretty effective in getting me to fear this creepy son of a non-witch...And then "Eclypse Lake" showed us his face, revealing that he not only SOUNDED like an ordinary dude but LOOKED like one too. Sure, he had that weird green mark that went down his face, but so much fear I had of Belos went away when I saw that he looked like someone's grandpa who forgot to wash his face. But as the show went on, the more it made sense to make Belos look like a regular man. Instead of portraying a fantastical evil, the writers went for a more realistic one...with supernatural powers, yes, but consider the villains of OUR world. They're people who look like you and me, using their faces to hide dark intentions and charm their way to a position in leadership. That fits Belos' actions to a T, and you see how perfectly it matches in real life when Luz voices her frustrations that no one can see how evil Belos really is, only for King to tell her that no one wants to realize that they've been following the wrong guy. Do you want to know why members of your family refuse to accept that a LOT of Republicans are evil? It's because they spent years, even generations, believing the opposite. So to tell them the truth, even if they NEED to hear it, they'll refuse any facts given to them. So having Belos be the exact representation of all of that, showing kids what to be wary of, is a great way to educate them to learn that sometimes the most dangerous people in society are those who control it in the first place. Even making him a grotesque monster doesn't really take away from the allusion but adds to it, letting Belos' true, inner self take physical form and showing kids what happens to these monsters when you're too late to stop them.

And that's not even getting into the motivations! I didn't feel TOO shocked when it was revealed that Belos was Philip Wittebane. Don't get me wrong, I was still a LITTLE shocked, but I predicted it and expected that Belos' big plan was to return to the Human Realm in some way, but that left some holes into why he spent so much time controlling the Boiling Isles to do it...And then it was revealed that Belos was a WITCH HUNTER. And I'll never forget the dread I felt when I realized, "Oh, they're doing THIS. Oh, no..." The level of fear that I once had for Belos skyrocketed once his real plan became clear and how INTENSELY close he was to reach his ultimate goal.

The scariest part of all is how believable it is. Given how real-world politicians are willing to wipe out an entire group of individuals just for existing, someone like Belos isn't too far of a stretch. Neither is how he came to be the monster that he is. Philip was only an orphaned child raised to believe that witches were Satan's spawn set to destroy everything. And one witch "stole" his brother, the only family Philip had left, and left him feeling like his rage was justified. Except...it's not. It was NEVER justified. Caleb left Philip on his own volition and, when Philip found him again, tried to convince the twit that Evelyn was fine. Philip could have easily taken his brother's word for it and changed. Philip would later have YEARS, possibly CENTURIES, to learn that he was wrong, but he never did. The conditioning was put too deep into his brain, and Belos was the result. I wouldn't say that makes him a tragic character, but it DOES explain so much about why he acts the way he does.

The best part about Belos is that he's consistent. Because of his conditioning, he never once wavers his opinions or questions if what he's doing is wrong. Belos considers himself the hero of his story and views Caleb and Luz as tragic losses. When met with the LITERAL GHOSTS of his sins, Belos yells at, or flat out ignores, them, proclaiming that he was doing the right thing and it's not HIS fault that their souls were too far gone. And with Luz, Belos tried to kill her on three separate occasions, actually succeeding the third time around. And when backed into a corner, realizing he's as good as dead, does Belos ask for surrender? Does he beg for forgiveness? NOPE! He initially tries to manipulate Luz, attempting to take advantage of her good nature into thinking he's good now. And, when THAT instantly fails, Belos yells at Luz, saying she's betraying her humanity and is nothing more than the very evil he spent his whole life fighting against. Luz doesn't buy a word of ANY of it, least of all when he says they're better than this petty revenge and killing out of a twisted form of justice. Even though that's exactly what he's been doing all his life.

Evil to the end, Belos is an antagonist that works because of how perfectly diabolical and realistically despicable the writers made him, making him interesting to dissect while having it feel so cathartic to watch him get stomped to death by the very people he hated. I could honestly go on and on about what makes Belos so engaging to watch and easy to hate...but this gosh dang review is long enough already, and I haven't even gotten to my top five favorite characters yet!

Speaking of which, let's talk about the ONE good thing Belos did with his life...After we talk about Amity.

Amity Blight: How's THAT for a smooth transition?

Anyways, Amity's great because with nearly every new appearance she's made, she becomes a better character, and I mean that in two ways. For one, she becomes more intriguing as we learn about her home life, interests, and motivations, all three being connected in some capacity. Everything that Amity did, she did because her parents (her Mom, mostly) told her to do it. Ending her friendship with Willow, forcing her to be friends with Boscha and her mean girl squad, be the best of her class no matter what, and join the coven that she slowly doesn't want to join anymore. These are all the things Amity was forced to do, and had no choice to do it.She had almost no free will, but that doesn't mean she couldn't rebel in the tiniest ways. She took time out of her day to read to kids and used the cover of it being extra credit to keep doing it. She has a secret room with a collection of Azura books to enjoy a fantasy series, idolizes the purest hero, and has some creative freedom if that fan art on her diary's cover is anything to go by. Even her bullying has SOME ways of cheating. Amity may have said that Willow had no talent, but it was an attempt to get Boscha and the others to stop while covering her tracks so they won't tell anyone she went soft on Willow. And in "I Was A Teenage Abomination," some of Amity's words almost sound encouraging. There's a mocking tone to a lot of it, but the subtlety of her going "keep it up" is still there. Sure, Amity would later have a rage later regarding Willow and Luz’s cheating, but even that is more or less justified. They broke the rules, and, knowing how Odalia reacts to failure, Amity is NOT willing to let go of her "Top Student" badge without a fight. Maybe I'm stretching, and maybe I'm looking deep into things that aren't there. But it's the same thing I do with Alador: When presented with new information about a character, it's a collaborative effort to look at what came before and figure out how it works. And I think there's enough to Amity's actions in the past that are justified by her motivations yet still have a bit of her good side shining through. Which is good because that brings me to the OTHER reason why Amity gets better with each episode.

Piece by piece, bit by bit, Amity becomes a better person after learning a new and valued lesson by the end of every episode. And unlike a blonde-haired character I hate from that frog show, Amity has a clear and definite desire to become a better person. The writers SMARTLY confirm early on that Amity doesn't want to be cruel. She specifically can't show weakness, so she builds walls to hide away her good side, believing that part of herself is weak. But through Luz, the best thing that ever happened to Amity, all those walls come crumbling down, and the Amity SHE wants to become would soon blossom. She's less reserved, more open about feelings, smiles instead of sneers, and acts nicer to Luz and others around her. There's still some anger, annoyance, and the occasional snark, but it was nowhere near as bad as how Amity USED to act. And through each wall that falls gives Amity courage to stand up to her parents and finally become her own person, to the point of dying her hair to reflect the kind of person she wants to be. By a quarter of the way through Season Two, Amity finally gains an identity that reflects what she always had hidden underneath. And it's satisfying...And then writers made her Luz's girlfriend.

Yeah, this is a complaint you'll often see floating around. The second Amity and Luz start dating, a lot of her individuality tends to trickle away, with most of Amity’s problems being related to or overshadowed by Luz's. Just look at "Reaching Out," which has Amity dealing with her issues of Alador's neglect and wanting to form SOME connection with him. But it's barely touched upon due to the real meat of the episode being Luz using the event as a distraction towards her own issues, which I remember more regarding that episode than anything Amity went through. And things get worse by Season Three, where almost every character has something to go through or a chance to highlight their grief, and Amity is...just kind of there, being looped in with supporting her girlfriend and dealing with an ex-friend instead of dealing with her own problems.

It definitely sucks that after all that fighting that Amity went through to gain independence and discover her true self, only to be sidelined once she gets it. But I will say that while Amity is forced into being categorized as Luz's girlfriend, that role still highlights Amity's development. She acts warm, kind, and, most of all, understanding towards Luz and her issues, the same way Luz acted towards Amity, proving she can give as much as she can take. It's not how I wanted things to turn out, but hey. At least Amity got a complete character arc before being pushed to the side. That's WAY more than what I can say about Gus and Willow, the characters introduced to us as Luz's best friends. Guess a girlfriend takes more of a priority.

But that's enough about the fandom's favorite white girl. Let's NOW talk about the fandom's favorite white boy AND the writer's favorite punching bag.

Hunter: In all seriousness, Hunter feels like a character where the writers went, "Hey, remember Amity? Let's just...f**king do THAT again. But BETTER."

And they did! Hunter pretty much has the same journey that Amity did as a character, but with all the strengths and NONE of the weaknesses. Upon his introduction, you think he's a charismatic yet evil little brat who doesn't value the lives of others with how quickly he threatened to kill Luz, Eda, and King. But, just like with Amity, the more we learn about Hunter, the more we realize why he WOULD act the way he did and even why he SHOULD.

Hunter is the supposed "nephew" of Emperor Belos, a man who hates failure to the point where he's ready to kill after you let him down ONCE, and you don't want to push his limits too many times. Hunter knows AND fears this fact, so he learns to hold his tongue when possible so as not to gain another injury during one of Belos' temper tantrums. So, Hunter does what he's told, acts carelessly toward others beneath him, and constantly tries to prove himself as a valued soldier instead of acting as a teenager. The poor boy has his own set of walls built up, and instead of letting the cracks grow, he often tries to patch them as quickly as possible because he fears Belos WAY more than Amity fears her parents. And rightfully so, because Belos would absolutely kill Hunter if he betrayed him. He's done it before.

Hunter being a Grimwalker shouldn't surprise me, as the pieces were there and...not really subtly hidden. Yet that doesn't change how horrifying it makes Hunter's situation. It's one thing to fear being replaced by a better soldier in his ranks or something. The fact that Belos can and will attempt to make a better, more efficient clone of Hunter and kill him if needed...makes Hunter digging his own grave in "Eclypse Lake" more fitting than we realized. It makes him not only replaceable but disposable, with that newly acquired knowledge making Hunter shatter, having a panic attack as it hits him all at once that his fears are more than justified. The worst part is that Hunter spent YEARS with that monster, never standing up because he couldn't do it as easily as Amity did to her parents. She can always run away, hide out in someone else's home to escape a mother who probably doesn't even want her. There's NOWHERE Hunter could go that could keep him away from Belos for long, what with him being the Emperor and Hunter having little to no friends. Thankfully, the ones he had did a lot of work.

Luz, Amity, Willow, Gus, and ESPECIALLY Flapjack all helped to give Hunter a better life. Luz offered perspective, showing Hunter that there's more to life than being told how to live it and that the authority figure he listens to isn't perfect. Amity represents evidence, showing Hunter that if you let good people in your life, they will help you with what tortures you. Willow gave companionship through herself AND a group of people that made Hunter genuinely smile for what must have been the first time in his life. Gus then offered comfort, showing Hunter how to calm his anxieties and fears he'll continue to have. And the one to provide all of these things is Flapjack, who gives Hunter perspective, evidence, companionship, and comfort through his own actions and dragging Hunter to people who could offer more. This gave Hunter a support group of individuals that slowly but surely gave him the desire to be the person he wanted to be and gain an identity. Sure, Hunter would build his walls back up each time they tore them down. But there were always cracks that made it easier to convince him what was the right thing to do for others AND himself. And it all gave him the courage to finally stand up to Belos, who saw Hunter as nothing more than a meat puppet, metaphorically and literally.

Hunter's journey does share a lot of similarities with Amity's. I will admit to that. But where she's later demoted as a character defined by a relationship, Hunter is a character that grew because of the support system he gained and was allowed to keep a sense of identity after his friends brought out his good side. They're the ones who guided him down his path, but what Hunter chose to do after was all his own. Plus, it feels SO GOOD to see that after Hunter's grief and knowing how many others before him died tragically to Belos, he gets his happily ever after. Hunter has a home life that's healthy, friends to support him, a girlfriend to LOVE him, and a chance to genuinely smile every day. He LIVED. He SURVIVED. And that must feel inspiring to those who feel there's no escape from the tragedy of their own lives. I love Amity's journey, but Hunter's definitely better and more impactful in ways you won't believe.

And he'd be the best character in the show...if it weren't the fact that I love three more. At this point, you can probably tell who they are, so let's get started with the fandom's favorite MILF.

Eda Clawthorne: I swear that Eda being hot isn't the reason she's in my top three...Maybe.

But for real, Eda is the only character on this list where if the show was about HER...I would watch it. There is SO MUCH about Eda that makes her a blast to see and a lot to dissect that makes her engaging as she is entertaining.

When regarding her personality/character traits, Eda is an instant gem. She's a con artist, frequently driven by greed, has NO problems breaking the laws, and is more than willing to beat up anyone who messes with the kids she's grown attached to. Now many, myself included, have pointed out that Eda's character shares similarities to Grunkle Stan from Gravity Falls. And...yeah, there's definitely a lot to compare, but there's much more to contrast to help make Eda stand out more as a character. For instance, while Stan one hundred percent loves Dipper and Mabel, Eda still feels warmer towards Luz and King. She may show some annoyance at Luz's enthusiasm or playfully mock King believing he's the most dangerous creature alive, but when it matters most, Eda's there for her kids. To protect, counsel, and sometimes cry over them when situations seem dire. Though she'd probably hate to admit it, Eda has a good heart and one that isn't buried after years of emotional baggage (don't worry, we'll get into that). And she doesn't need much bonding experience to help bring that goodness inside her. When Eda saw a little creature alone in a dangerous environment, Eda took it in and raised it as her own. When seeing a young girl with the same amount of spirit as Eda did when she was younger, Eda decided to accept that young girl's offer and teach her the best she knew. Eda was a caring mother figure to King and Luz when they needed her. As for being a teacher...she could have been better, what with barely teaching Luz anything. Still, she tried, and that's primarily in part because of her own love of magic.

Eda may be a criminal striving to get rich, but those two things aren't mutually inclusive like it is for Grunkle Stan. Eda's a criminal because she disagrees with this close-minded rule that witches should be in a coven, doing one kind of magic for the rest of their lives, except for a small group of elite soldiers picked out by the Emperor himself. Anyone with half a brain can see the flaws of this, and Eda was one of them, breaking the law for years because Eda couldn't help but see how it never made sense. So, she never joined a coven, something considered a major offense against Belos' rule, with Eda being considered a wild witch by her community. And the woman RELISHED that idea. Due to not joining a coven, Eda was allowed to do any type of magic she wanted without being in a stuffy uniform and listening to the vague lies of an evil emperor. It left her with a bit of an ego boost, claiming that she's the most powerful witch on the Isles, but at least Eda gets to do what she loves. Even as a kid, Eda had a PASSION for magic, wanting to learn as much as she could and knowing more than Lilith, a character proven more studious than Eda. It's why you can buy Eda being the better witch than Lilith, because while Lilith can understand the technique, Eda has a better grasp of how good it feels to do magic. After all, she loves doing it in a variety of ways. Even her being a new headmaster of a magic college makes a lot of sense. She may not have been the best teacher for Luz, but they were both dealing with a form of magic that neither really knew much about. The only time their teaching clicked was that moment when Luz had natural magic, and Eda could finally offer advice she KNEW would work. Natural magic is what she understands and has a greater passion for, and teaching "wild magic" to the new generation, giving them something she always wanted and a chance to learn further, makes all the more sense when you take the time to think about it. It's a side of Eda that I don't think fans talk about much. A shame, really. It's an interesting part of her that's worth sharing and deserves to have more attention drawn to it. The show certainly didn't...Though, to be fair, there was one last aspect of Eda's character that's, admittedly, more engaging.

Eda's past, from her family to her ex and to her curse, is a subject that follows Eda throughout her life whether she likes it or not. One way or another, something keeps crashing back into her life, and the results lead Eda into an emotional rollercoaster that ends in tears or violence. Some healing comes from it, but the tears and violence are still prominent. Her fights with Lilith, turning into a rage monster due to her mother's meddling, losing Raine, and her father wanting to talk are all emotional situations with Eda and the tattered relationships she had over the years. The hurtful part is how it all leads back to her curse, one way or another. I'll talk more about Eda's journey with her curse and the allusion it represents in future parts, but I'll still say that so much of Eda's pain, her drama, became prominent because of something Lilith did and how Eda reacted to it. She always ran away or denied there was a problem in the first place, making a horrible situation even worse as it left her burning bridges she'll want to rebuild later. And the worst part is that this is something Eda struggles with the most.

Despite all her pain and trauma, Eda tries to cover it up with jokes and a cocky smile or anger and determination. When the curse started overtaking her in “Agony of a Witch,” she looked at Luz with a smile to make things light, but the fear in her eyes betrayed everything. When losing Raine to Darius and Eberwolf, she choked back her tears and forced herself to focus on anything else. Because to her, it's better to deny how hard you're hurting than face it. She'll voice her worries from time to time but often hides just how strong those emotions are for her. And she definitely doesn't want to relive emotional memories due to how hard it was keeping things together the first time. The only time when Eda tends to embrace her inner turmoil is when things are so intense that she can't help but cry and voice how scared/worried she is. It weirdly makes sense that the only thing that could make Eda finally open up is facing the end of the world where it's not just HER who's in danger but the people she loves too. Because above all else, while she may hate to show it, Eda is a softie to the ones she cares about, especially Luz and King. The three of them have gone on so many adventures together and faced so much danger that you can understand why it's almost always them that brings Eda to tears. Luz's attempt at a goodbye in "Young Blood, Old Souls," King's adoption in "Eda's Requiem," knowing how deep in trouble Luz is in "Edge of the World," and finally revealing that there's no plan in "O' Titan, Where Art Thou." Those kids mean the world to her, as she would be nothing without King and Luz giving her purpose, love, and a healing heart...Which makes it weirder how little Eda got to do in Season Three.

Yeah, a lot of characters got the short end of the stick in Season Three, even members of the main cast like Amity and Gus. While most got some narrative or development, others got forced into the supporting role to help those more important characters. But for Eda, it feels weird because she's part of the main trio. Nearly every poster and promotional material featured Luz, King, and Eda. Nearly every episode featured Luz, King, AND Eda. And every version of the show pitched, even if they didn't look the same, it was always Luz, King, AND EDA. So to have a season where she takes a narrative backseat while Luz and King have more relevance to the story feels off. Although, to be fair, it's not like there was much to be done with Eda. Pretty much every narrative she had got wrapped up with Season Two. She's accepted the curse as a part of her, made peace with her family, and reunited with Raine (even if they didn't seal that deal with a kiss). It's almost as if the writers knew they wouldn't have a chance to explore Eda further with a shortened season, so they completed every arc they could with her in the remaining time they had left. So I can see why they didn't do much with her because what else could they have done? But it doesn't stop how weird it is that Eda could have easily been written out of the season if not for the fact that she's part of the main trio, and it'd be even WEIRDER to have a final season without her. Because, truth be told, the series wouldn't be the same without Eda.

Eda offers humor, heart, and tragedy to The Owl House. Her past, trauma, relationships, and love make for someone that deserves main trio status. Probably even main character status too. I would love to see more of her with how much intrigue Eda has, even if a lot of it is done already. Would I want to watch a spin-off of her as a teen? Probably not. But I wouldn't mind seeing more adventures this wild witch would get into.

Also, I'll say this much about her: There's a consensus in the fandom that Eda is the best mom in the show. And while she certainly is a great mother like no other...there's someone we ALL know, deep down, deserves the title for Best Cartoon Mom.

Camila Noceda: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH, I have been waiting for this one...

Now, I'll be the first to admit that I am incredibly biased towards Camila. Upon her introduction, I always thought she was neat as a mother who truly cares about Luz, her interests, and her wonderfully creative mind. She said so within the premier. And even when sending Luz away, all Camila tried to do was look to the bright side and convince Luz that her summer won't be as miserable as she might predict it to be. Camila could tell that going to Reality Check Camp was the last thing Luz wanted to do, so Camila tried her best to make it seem like a fun time despite how down it made Luz feel. It shows that while she may not be a perfect mom for sending her daughter away, Camila is still caring enough towards Luz, and she wants her to be happy despite encouraging a decision Luz wouldn't like. I considered that a fascinating angle towards a mother like Camila, providing a reason for Luz wanting to leave but never out of malice. I liked it...But a quantifiable portion of the fandom did NOT, with too many people claiming Camila was an awful mother who hated her daughter. Camila had maybe a minute, maybe TWO minutes, of screentime, and that's somehow the interpretation people made. I wouldn't say I'm the best at analyzing and interpreting characters, which is a crazy thing to bring up THIS FAR into my longest review yet. Still, even I have to say that people's interpretation of Camila was a MAJOR reach. Like...how do you look at a woman who explicitly states she loves her daughter, gives her multiple kisses goodbye, and you immediately go, "Oh, she HATES Luz." How do you do that? And how do you claim she's a worse mom than Odalia? Yeah, that was a thing! People genuinely would defend Odalia for being a good mom with their last breath and then turn around to s**t on Camila. Even after finally meeting Odalia and seeing how bad SHE was, people still somehow considered Camila worse. I never understood how it got out of hand, and I'm convinced the writers somehow picked up on all this overreacting and decided to make Camila better with every single appearance she made soon after.

From that premier, I already gathered this idea that Camila was a flawed but caring mother trying her best despite mistakes. By "Yesterday's Lie," I was convinced she was the best mom Luz could ask for, even if powerful emotions caused Camila to make mistakes. When Vee acts like the "perfect daughter," you can see, on Camila's face, how Camila noticed something was off and how much she didn't like it. To her, "Luz" was throwing away everything that made her Luz, and Camila didn't WANT that, made even more evident by bringing all of Luz's stuff back in after Vee tried throwing them away. Then when the real Luz "calls" Camila, acting like her true self again, Camila seems ecstatic and is willing to play along with what she assumes is a weird game because she's so happy to see Luz be herself again. Through these small moments, you understand more how much Camila cares for her daughter, despite sending Luz to a camp to teach her to fit in better. It was an action done out of love, not malice. Camila couldn't be FARTHER from a bad person, as proven by how she reacts toward Vee. There may have been initial fear of finding out what Vee really was, but through some coaxing from Luz, all Camila can see is a poor girl locked in a cage and needing help. It's there that you understand where Luz got her kindness from. Because even though everything is going beyond Camila's comfort zone, the woman's still willing to kick a flat-Earther's ass to protect Vee. She's kind and warm to the people she cares about and violent to the ones that hurt them. Like mother, like daughter. But Camila isn't all too perfect. As the events finally come crashing down on her at once, she feels ALL the emotions as she has this breakdown. There's fear that Luz is stuck in a demon realm, anger knowing she WILLINGLY went there, and despair at the idea that Camila might never see Luz again. All of this leads to Camila BEGGING Luz to promise to come back, with Luz interpreting her words as "stay here and NEVER return to that awful place." This caused Luz to be fearful for the future, and more fans hyper-focussing on the negatives instead of the positives. They saw a mother telling her daughter to abandon everything that made her happy when anyone with a single functioning brain cell can tell you that it's just Camila being worried about Luz and not fully grasping the whole story. She knows Luz had SOME fun in the Boiling Isles, but Camila's strong emotions at the moment caused her to fail to understand why Luz loves it. Or, at least, misconstrue the facts, thinking it was just Luz living out a fantasy, the same thing Camila sent Luz to summer camp for. It might seem weird that Camila also focuses on the negatives instead of the positives, but in fairness to Camila, the woman went through the worst thing any mother can go through: Losing contact with her child for who knows how long. I can't blame her for her judgment being clouded by everything she's going through. Still, fans clung to the negatives, too...So it's good Season Three shut them all up for good.

Season Three might as well be the season of Camila, because of all the things Season Three did right, diving deep into Camila's character is one of them. Where her first two appearances showed how much of a caring mother she can be, Season Three took it up to TEN notches. She took so many children into her home when they had nowhere else to go, stayed up late to figure out how to get them everything they could need for a happy life, acted nurturing when they had a tough time, chose violence for someone even saying ANYTHING mean about her baby, and dove head first into a dirty graveyard pond to save a child. Camila earned the title "Mother of the Year.” And she wasn't even trying. But while the season shows how kind, nurturing, and even badass Camila can be, it also had her face some mistakes. Camila wasn't bad for sending Luz away or asking her to stay home. She's a single mother who lost her husband, who probably connected to their daughter in better ways and left Camila to do everything alone. She wanted to be the best possible mom but second-guessed every decision and was unsure if she was doing the right thing. So I like that most of this season is about her trying to LEARN from these unintended mistakes, asking for advice from Luz's friends, and finally sharing with Luz the mistakes Camila made and how she now comes to regret them. What's even better is that Camila tries her best to understand Luz's world. A lot of it scares Camila and makes her uncomfortable, even years after being aware of the Isles in the epilogue, but she still puts in the effort to TRY. It's because Camila loves Luz and wants to be a part of every aspect of her life. Camila may struggle, but she still wants to try. And THAT'S what makes her the best mom.

Camila is warm, loving, and just so much fun to see. She isn't perfect, but instead of denying those imperfections, Camila chooses to confront them and TRIES to better herself. It's evidence that not every parent gets the assignment as they receive it, but they're not instantly failures because of it. Yes, there are horrible parents who refuse to change, but I like that the show teaches kids that there are those who care enough to do better. That's what Camila is, and I love the hell out of her for it.

But do you want to know her GREATEST achievement? She gave birth to the best character in the show…

Luz Noceda: Luz Noceda. Luz fickin' Noceda. A character so good that I made an entire post discussing how she's a fan-frickin'-tastic character. And even then, it felt like I barely scratched the surface of what makes her so good. I mean, how can you accurately explain everything that you love about your favorite protagonist ever? Better yet, how can you summarize it for a review that's gone long enough already? Well, I'm at least going to try...Emphasis on try.

Luz is a character that won me over instantly. The happy, goofy character is always fun for me as I think they're perfect for humor and endearing entertainment. That's Luz to a T, as her antics and attitude towards so many things cause me to smile to no fail. How can I not when she has a kind smile as a snake bites off her doll's head or when she has an argument with her hands? Luz is almost always a delight, but what's interesting about her is that while she's primarily happy and fun-loving, that doesn't make her naive or stupid. Luz has a good sense of maturity, even before her angst arc (Yeah, we'll get to that). In "Covention," I was impressed by her response to Eda's disdain about joining a coven. Luz made it clear that she understands Eda's outlook but wants to go and make her OWN decision. In fact, Luz is mature enough not to follow ALL of Eda's orders. There are times when Luz DEFINITELY should, but I like how the writers gives her enough emotional intelligence NOT to listen to ALL of Eda's wild and free ideas of anarchy. She has enough emotional intelligence to know what's right and wrong at times but is still young enough to learn more when put in danger at a time she really SHOULD have listened to Eda. Luz IS a teen, after all. She wouldn't have all the answers.

But now that we're talking about her intelligence, that's probably an aspect of Luz that's looked over the most. Because Luz is smart, and that shouldn't be an argument. It should be a fact. The girl endlessly worked on glyphs until getting them right, often having scraps of paper lying around her after past experiments. And not only is she studious, but Luz is also crafty at any moment. Some of my favorite scenes with Luz are ones where she comes up with a great plan on the spot, like how she thought up a way to brand Belos as he was killing her. It makes sense the girl wanted to try out for theater because her improvisation is on POINT. And she has the power to back it up. I said in that character analysis that Luz is powerful but not TOO powerful. My good buddy @l-egionare pointed out how I misjudged how powerful Luz CAN be, given how a single plant glyph made that big tree in "Enchanting Grom Fright" and how she wiped the floor with Emperor's Coven members and Conformitorium guards. She certainly has the power. I highlighted her intelligence more because I love characters who win fights by outthinking their opponents rather than overpowering them. The truth is, Luz, CAN do some epic stuff. She's just not AS powerful as Eda and Lilith were at their best, due to Luz having limitations to her glyphs and how she sometimes casts them. Luz can be invisible but only for as long as she holds her breath, and the strength behind her glyph depends on how much she uses and how big they are. She can do great stuff, even with very little, but nothing TOO grand until the Titan gave Luz that power boost in the finale (which I didn’t initially want, but DAMN amI not complaining). Besides, as cool as Luz CAN be, and how underappreciated that part of her is, it’s not her best feature.

I think we can all agree that the best thing about Luz Noceda is her kindness. She’s not naive enough to believe that there’s goodness deep down inside everyone. Her kindness has limits and it says something that Luz’s first instinct upon finally meeting Belos for the first time is to go for the head. While she will help others that need it, Luz will still take the violent route if you mess with those she loves. Speaking of, do you remember your favorite characters? You know all that development and growth they all went through? Do you know who’s responsible for ALL of that? Luz, that’s who. She helped reconnect Eda with her family, led King to gaining a sense of identity, helped Willow blossom into becoming more confident, indirectly helped Gus make new friends, and helped Lilith, Hunter, and ESPECIALLY Amity become their truer, better selves. They wouldn’t be who they are now without Luz, as every person she made a connection with had their lives changed for the better. And the crazy thing is that’s…not entirely mutual. Another great point my buddy @l-egionare made is that Luz’s life wasn’t doomed for the worst, and his argument has legs. Luz could have made friends like Vee did at summer camp or befriended those two kids in “Thanks to Them” who seemed to love Luz’s brand of weirdness. After high school, Luz could have also gone on to be a writer, sharing her love of fantasy to the world. Heck, she might even fall in love with someone else one day, like with a horror nerd that loves gore and doughnuts…Just spitballing ideas here. The point is that while Luz’s friends on the Boiling Isles ABSOLUTELY need her for a happier life, she doesn’t necessarily need THEM. It’s an interesting interpretation to think about that makes Luz even BETTER. She’s a protagonist that leads others to their change and growth, which is a primary directive for most protagonists. Not only should THEY grow and change throughout the story, but they should lead the rest of the cast to do the same. It gives importance to the main character, showing just how much they’re needed for the world and the people in it…Which is why it pains Luz to find out she’s indirectly responsible for some strife too.

Like most plucky protagonists, Luz goes through an angst phase, mirroring how the show started off as light-hearted only to become darker as time went by. Luz’s angst, in particular, started in “Young Blood, Old Souls,” where a bit of Luz’s wackiness remained, but she still slowly got more serious as Season Two continued. By the time we reached “Hollow Mind,” an episode that forces Luz to realize she accidentally helped BELOS, most of Luz’s silliness and optimism became fizzled out, with damn near all of it being gone by Season Three. This is due to her seeing what Belos almost accomplished and the damage that The Collector was already capable of. Luz was accidentally and unintentionally the cause of these issues, and it broke her for reasons that ARE understandable…but they’re not justifiable. You DO get why Luz blames herself for everything that happened. She prides herself on her kindness and helping others, with the idea of being a burden crushing Luz in “Separate Tides.” So, to find out that she’s accidentally responsible for Belos, it hurts her because it makes her believe she’s a burden to EVERYONE, to the point where she believes that the Boiling Isles would be better off without her. Even though we LITERALLY just established how that’s false. There are some haters and idiots out there who do like to point out how none of Luz’s friends wouldn’t have had any strife if she never came to the Isles. Except…No. They absolutely would have. I mean, do you SERIOUSLY think Belos wouldn’t have tricked anyone else? The man pulled off a genocidal scam for DECADES. He could have easily tricked somebody else to do his dirty work for a few minutes.

“But he was driven out of too many towns! No one would trust him!”

Which is why he made a false identity to fix that problem. For all we know, he could have done it sooner.

“But Luz gave him the light glyph!”

A glyph that did nothing but offer Belos a shortcut to finish a job he was already 99% done with. Besides, he could have learned it on his own or maybe even through The Collector, who already knows that glyphs are the language of the Titans. Belos’ plan would have gone forward no matter WHAT reason you bring up. And what’s weirdly interesting is Luz’s refusal to see it. Yes, Belos could have tricked ANYBODY, but it’s still LUZ that he tricked. That guilt eats away at her and I’m kind of glad it’s not entirely resolved by the series finale. Don’t get me wrong, I want my favorite character to live the happiest life imaginable, but there’s a sense of realism that, even though she killed Belos, there’s still a bit of guilt. It’s hinted that it sticks with her years later, as she missed birthdays just so she could help rebuild the Isles. Although, that doesn’t stop Luz from living her life. She still hangs out with friends, joins her school’s softball/baseball team, and goes out with her family. Luz’s guilt is a lot like that scar above her eye. It’ll be small and hardly noticeable on some days, but it’ll still be there, as a reminder that life isn’t a fantasy.

It’s pretty ironic that Luz escaped to a fantasy world to avoid Reality Check Camp, only to get a reality check anyway. Everytime Luz tries to apply her favorite book series or pop culture to a problem she and her friends face, it always goes wrong. Within the second episode of the series, Luz learns quickly that she’s not some chosen one predestined for greatness…I mean, she kind of is, but not in a way most fantasy stories tend to play it. Luz quickly learns that her coming to the Boiling Isles was an accident, and that the environment she’s forced to adjust to isn’t as pretty as it is in her books. Things are difficult and solutions are complicated with there being no easy answers. Luz learns this throughout her adventures and grows to understand that being a witch like Azura isn’t simple. Luz even goes through a sort of identity crisis, now realizing that her dream to be a witch was always a little too vague and that she has no idea what she wants in life after the adventure’s over. It’s a compelling aspect to her character to have Luz realize that she’s not your average protagonist. So many of us want to be the main character of the world’s story, when we should realize that job would be extraordinarily difficult. Luz learned that the hard way after experiencing pain, suffering, and literal death that will haunt her nightmares for life. I wouldn’t call Luz a cautionary tale of what happens when you continue to live in a fantasy. That’s more like Marcy from Amphbia. Instead, I’d say Luz is more of a representation of a character understanding the cruelness of reality, but through a fantasy setting. We all learn best through the things that interest us, and Luz is no different. And that’s one of the MANY reasons to love her.

I could go on and on about how much I adore Luz alone. And probably would if this thing wasn’t THIRTY-THREE PAGES LONG! And you can’t blame me. She’s my favorite protagonist in anything, and is definitely up there as one of my favorite fictional characters. There might be problems with her character, but I’m more than willing to overlook them because of how much I enjoy Luz and the journey she went on. She is flawless in my eyes, and I will never look at her in a negative light no matter who tries to make me.

And that’s it. That’s EVERY IMPORTANT CHARACTER in The Owl House…My goodness.

As you can probably tell, there’s a LOT of characters here. One could argue too many, as it becomes evident that a few of them could be better if the show had more time to let some of them grow. Unfortunately, we don’t live in a world where The Owl House had three full seasons and all the time in the world to let all its characters blossom into their beautiful selves. But with that said, there aren’t any characters in the show that I’m willing to call bad.

Okay, Tibbles is still inadequate, but he’s still not the worst. None of them are. If any character is lower than the other, it’s due to them being unable to compare to the rest of the show’s standard. Because The Owl House managed to have an expansive cast of lovable, endearing, and complex characters, with a lot of them worth a deep-dive analysis of their own. I can’t get enough of them and they will stick with me for a while.

But as great as these characters are…how well do they work TOGETHER?

Tune into part two, and I might just tell you.

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