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[heavenlyraindrops]

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

Lucifer Morningstar x Angel!Reader Fandom: Hazbin Hotel Chapter One Warnings: Slight mention of blood, profanity, mild violence Visit the first tag on this post to see all other chapters.

♱Where the purest soul in Heaven falls for the Devil♱

[Chapter One]

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“What?” 

You stared at Adam incredulously, wings almost stuttering to a stop mid-air. He stared back, unfazed at your reaction as you backed away and up from him, mind reeling. You were both suspended in the air, held up by your moving wings, but you felt like you were going to plummet to the ground any second. 

The recently opened Pentagram in the sky flickered at the edges around the gaping hole that had allowed the angels to enter Hell. To be fair, you weren’t supposed to be there- you weren’t an exterminator, but Adam had managed to get you permission to join him, arming you with a spear and calling it protection. Plus, if you wanted to go, it wasn’t like the Seraphim would object. It wasn’t a secret, the soft spot they had for you- although, unlike Adam, you did your best to abstain from exploiting it for your every whim. 

“What’s the big deal?” He raised an eyebrow. “Don’t wanna marry me? I’m the First-“

“First Man, I know,” you frowned, voice strained, at his blatant arrogance. “But Hell in the middle of an extermination isn’t exactly the place to propose to someone, Adam.”

“I was gonna say First Dick,” he grumbled. “Why the fuck you gotta be so complicated? Just fuckin’ say yes. I’m the First Di- Man, you’re the purest soul in Heaven, it only makes sense-“

You balled your fists, forcing yourself to keep a level head. “Have you considered that maybe I don’t want to marry you?”

Adam almost seem to freeze in mid-air. His still beating wings gave it away. “Why the fuck not?” He snarled. You flinched, and his face softened slightly. 

“You know I won’t stop trying until you say yes,” he declared. You rolled your eyes, raising up and away into the red sky.

“Just stop trying,” you snapped, and with a powerful beat of your wings you set off into the distance, ignoring Adam’s calls, voice chasing after you, commanding you to stay back.

Your eyes streamed against the wind. You knew Adam liked you, he hadn’t exactly been quiet about it, but there was a lot of stuff he wasn’t quiet about- a lot of stuff which, ultimately, was a turn off for you. You were definitely never going to marry him, and the sheer audacity for him to propose to you so casually, in the middle of Hell, just pissed you off in a way you couldn’t describe. 

You sighed. There was no point dwelling on it now. A large silhouette in the distance began to form more clearly. A large- manor? Palace? You glanced down at the streets swooping away beneath you. They were deserted. 

Weird. You mentally shrugged. People probably just didn’t want to get caught out in the middle of an extermi-

BANG!

Angelic bullets? Your mind barely registered the thought. 

A searing pain stabbed into your wing, which went stiff. For a horrifying moment you were suspended in mid-air, your wings flapping frantically as you tried to stay up, a terrified cloud of feathers and limbs, before another BANG! tore through your remaining functional wing.

You screamed as you flapped your wings a few more pathetic times, careening straight towards the manor-palace. You crashed through a window, taking the curtains down with you, the glass showering you unceremoniously, cutting into your skin as you lay sprawled across the floor in a cloud of feathers. Your spear clattered onto the floor next to you, your wing twitching painfully. 

You barely even managed to notice your own blood until you focused your vision. The light from the broken window filtered across your body, a slit cutting across the dark, shadowy room. Your gilded blood glinted in it, seeping into the carpet and the curtains which were buried beneath your weak form, staining the pure white of your splayed out wings. 

A single white feather drifted down from the air and landed on your arm. You coughed. Gold sputtered from your lips and trickled down the side of your mouth. 

Charming, you thought dryly.

The door of the room opened. You could just barely hear the creak above the blood pounding in your ears. You gulped, hearing footsteps get closer and closer to you- 

“Well well well. What do we have here?”

I’m royally screwed, you thought, closing your eyes and waiting for the killing blow.

Instead, gentle, gentle hands touched your face, turning it towards the light and scraping hair away from your eyes. You flinched at the touch, then relaxed as the voice whispered something. You couldn’t make it what it was saying, but it was soothing. And calm. Your breathing evened out. You just barely managed to lift your heavy eyelids. 

“Who are you?” Your mouth formed the words but your voice couldn’t get them past your throat without them coming out cracked and gravelly. The voice hushed you. You couldn’t make out the person's face. They were just a pale, blurry silhouette, leaning over your body. 

“Close your eyes,” the voice said. “You’re safe now.”

You obeyed.

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You jolted, feeling a presence next to you. The warmth radiated off of them. You could sense their being there. 

It was a struggle to unglue each eye open, and when you did, everything was blurry- it took you a few seconds to even realize you were in a bed. The soft covers rustled against your cheek, until you sat up.  You blinked slowly and looked around, taking in your surroundings.

“Awake that quickly?”

You flinched, wings bursting out in alarm, unfurled over your head. The man sitting next to the bed you lay on raised an eyebrow, smirking. You gulped. “Who are you?”

“Never mind that.” He stood up, shaking down his rolled up sleeves. “How are your wings?”

You realized that they were still arched out from your back. You furled them back into your back, mortified. You also realized that they were painless. 

“They’re healed,” you said breathlessly. The man flashed a prideful grin, revealing his sharp teeth. You narrowed your eyes suspiciously.

“How?”

“Simple. I healed them.”

You frowned, pressing your back against the wall to get as far away from him as possible. He simply stood there, crossing his arms. You blinked, slowly. 

“Thank…you?”

“You’re welcome,” he said smugly. You tilted your head as he beckoned for you to stand up, which you did slowly. You glanced out the window. This one wasn’t shattered, and the curtains hung proudly. You were in a different room than the first. The red sky beyond glared at you tauntingly. 

“How long was I out?”

“Oh, not long. Don’t worry. The extermination’s still on.” He winked at you. “Your pretty self won’t be stuck here until the next one.” 

You remained silent, staring at him, begging to God that your blush wasn’t showing on your face. 

It must have been, because his grin only widened. 

“Why did you save me?”

“My own selfish desires, of course.” He flicked his hand at a pair of chairs. “Sit down.”

Not knowing what to say, you complied. He sat opposite you. You leaned forward slightly, scanning his face for a single expression that might betray what was going to come next. You found nothing. 

He sat back, completely relaxed, which unnerved you more than you could admit. The light hit off of his blond hair and pale skin that made him seem almost… angelic.  You knotted your fingers together in your lap, biting your lip and waiting for him to speak.

“So. An angel, huh? You don’t look like an exterminator. How’d you find yourself down here?” His voice seemed to darken a little with his next words. “Did you… fall?”

Your eyes widened in shock. “Of course I didn’t fall,” you spat. You weren’t usually hostile, but the anxiety of the situation was pressing down on you far too hard. “I got special permission to come down by the Seraphim.”

The sinner raised an amused eyebrow at your outburst.

“And who are you to ask me anything?” You continued, frazzled. “A mere sinner-“

“I wouldn’t finish that sentence if I were you.”

You clamped your lips shut at his tone. He smiled, satisfied, and continued. 

“So, the Seraphim. Why’d they let you down here? They’re not the type to bend rules like that.”

“How would you know?” You said. “I said I wanted to go, they let me.”

“They must have a soft spot for you, then.” His eyes narrowed. “Or, you’re important.”

“I’m nowhere near important,” you snapped, crossing your arms. He nodded slowly. You couldn’t tell if he believed you or not. 

For what seemed like another hour he continued to shoot questions at you, mostly about Heaven, and you hesitantly answered. You didn’t know why you stuck around as long as you did- refusing to acknowledge to yourself the sort of charm that beheld, the fact that he was so undeniably attractive, which you would never admit to yourself. 

You relaxed when you heard him speak next: “You can go now. The Pentagram will close soon.” Pause. “Can you fly?

You stood up, dusting yourself off, and nodded before turning towards the window, which had magically pushed itself open. 

“Wait,” he called out. You turned. “You should take this.” Your angelic spear materialised in front of you, dropping down into your hands. 

You clambered out the window and jumped off, before hovering before it and turning to face him. The beat of your wings made the curtains sway. He leaned out, staring at you expectantly, as if he could sense what you were going to say.

“Now will you tell me your name?” You asked irritably. He smirked again, showing his sharp teeth this time. Your heart thumped in your chest.

“‘Course I can, angel. The name’s Lucifer. Lucifer Morningstar.” His grin widened as he winked again. “Pleasure to meet you.”

The words knocked the breath out of you almost immediately. For a minute you froze, standing there like a deer in headlights before turning and swooping away into the red sky, towards the closing Pentagram. 

The name’s Lucifer. Lucifer Morningstar. The words echoed around your head relentlessly. 

“Fuck.”

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A/N: Stay Tuned!

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@sometimesrufus

Photos enhanced to high quality perfection spanned each wall of the annexation remembrance display, SOLDIERs and infantry men alike caught in candid shots holding rescued children or helping the injured to a healer's tent. To Ji-ho, these were memories that did not reflect their home at all- They may have been born during the armistice between Hanuel and Shinra's military forces to oust Wutai's hostile occupation, but their grandfather had little love for foreigners.

Had they stayed behind and not been trafficked, they doubted they'd be anything but the last of a dying breed- A die-hard loyalist who stubbornly clung to belief of their own nation's might, trying to preserve what little dignity they thought they had left.

A well-dressed secretary arched an eyebrow at the state of them, but Ji-ho had no money for fine clothes, much less a formal silk blouse and skirt set that probably cost as much as a four-door car. Yet they wore the few scraps of fabric that composed their obvious 'street walker' ensemble with an easy confidence, refusing to be cowed into humiliation by a nine-to-five pencil pusher. The stiletto heels of their knee-high boots clicked ominously as they strode over to the elevator, disgruntled chaperone in tow.

It was a long ride up countless floors, until the elevator finally came to a smooth stop.

They’re not sure what to expect. The night before still felt almost like some strange fever dream brought on by malnutrition and one too many fists to the jaw, perhaps the contact high from the smoke. Rufus Shinra looked like what ‘good people’ in movies were- Blonde and pretty, clean and pale-skinned, wearing the purest white like some kind of sartorial oxymoron drifting weightlessly through the blueish gloom of Wall Market’s nightlife. Like an angel from on high, except an agent of God wouldn’t have packed blue steel heat like he did, wouldn’t have the cold and calculating poise with which he unraveled Masa’s born-bully psyche like a threadbare bathroom rug by simply pulling the most obvious string.

They had been the ‘shield’ afterall, a crude bargaining chip seized in the moment (which would have been hilarious if they all hadn’t seen it coming a mile away), as if the Wutaian gangster actually valued Ji-ho’s life in the slightest beyond being one more layer between himself and a hail of bullets. What had they looked like, they wondered- Probably tired. By the situation, the banter, the spectacle. Rufus could have shot Ji-ho through the heart and they would have thanked him, by that point. Shinra Junior had disarmed Masanori in one confident pull of the trigger, said his piece, then ended the ‘discussion’ with a second shot to the forehead. They’d merely wiped the blood from the side of their face and spit on his corpse in response.

That had made the corner of the blonde’s lips quirk into a crooked smile, like he was actually impressed by the display of obvious disdain. He’d given them a business card and offered an opportunity to ‘discuss employment’, whatever that meant. Honestly, they weren’t expecting anything so revolutionary, they couldn’t already guess what their ‘job’ might entail. Still, maybe some tiny part of their mind was holding out for a miracle, maybe something unexpected that could lead them to a better lot in life.

Even if such hopes were mere childish fantasies and they’d be re-learning the hardest lesson all over again, they would have regretted not showing up to the Shinra building at all. 

After being lead to the conference room, Ji-ho remained standing, almost prepared to walk right back out if they didn’t like what the other had to say.

[taylortruther]

The hardest part about rereading the trilogy was that I didn't enjoy Northen Lights as much because I wanted Will. He's such a fantastic character and his relationship with his mother is fascinating.

There's so many mentions of cats regarding Will and I love this because his dæmon settles as a cat. It's like he's connected to cats on a spiritual level (do you think we can use this to convince Taylor to read the books). One of my favorite moments is when he meets Lyra for the first time he describes that "he stayed calm and quiet as if she were a strange cat he was making friends with." His soul is a cat and the first thing he thinks about Lyra when he meets her is that she's like a cat.

And when the children in Cittagazze hurt the cat and Will immediately defends it and Lyra's convinced for a moment that that is his dæmon. And when Lyra wonders what his dæmon is and decides "whatever its form was, it would express a nature that was savage, and courteous, and unhappy."

One of my favorite characterization of his is his ability to be unnoticeable, which is almost like the magic Serafina can do. It's such a catlike ability! And it's such a heartbreaking little detail to add to a character that spent most of his life trying to avoid social service separating him from his mother.

There's a moment in the book when they realize the words anbar/amber and electric mean opposite things in the world and I always remembered this scene because 1. It's funny and 2. It's such a small worldbuilding detail and I love this shit. There's also a scene where Lyra finds the idea of wearing pants as a girl completely outrageous that's so funny.

I love how Pullman uses dæmons to describe intimacy like that moment when Will panics because he's the bearer of the knife and Pan puts his head on his lap to comfort him and it's such a crucial moment in the book because Pan wouldn't have done that to anyone else, but Lyra's own soul is desperate to comfort Will (much to her surprise).

"I think Lyra's braver than me. I think she's the best friend I ever had." I lose my mind every time I see a quote that immediately makes me think about that best friend line in You Are In Love.

There's a lot of Lee Scoresby in this book and his relationship with Lyra is so wholesome. It's kind of wicked of Pullman to have Lee say he considers Lyra his daughter and then kill him off. Just another parental figure who dies without Lyra ever knowing.

But at least all the scenes with Lee gave me some great quotes like "You are an enemt of the church, Lee Scoresby." (Icon) and "we're renegades. Not by our choice, but by their malice." and "shame to die with one bullet left, though."

And the funniest line I've ever read in a book:

"What do you mean, a palaeo-archeologist? Archeologists already study what's old; why do you beed to put another word meaning old in front of it?"

The book also presents Mary Malone and I don't have much to say about her but she is one of the best characters ever and I'm kind of obsessed with her discovering a means to communicate with angels and them just being like "you're a snake" (she would've loved reputation). But seriously I love how criticial of religion this book is that it presents the serpent as a positive influence. The serpent is a sweet and kind doctor who's willing to work hard to communicate with new civilization. She introduces Lyra and Will to love which is the purest thing in the world.

I LOVE THAT PART with the amber/anbar! and i love how pullman on occasion describes something without actually describing the thing. he does it here, where he says they look at each other with the same expression. but he doesn't describe the expression - because he knows the reader is also feeling what will and lyra are feeling so there's no need. the reader can fill in the blank. it's just so clever.

you know what part i love, speaking of mary? how she's telling will and lyra about the moment she felt desire - with the marzipan - and lyra describes feeling as if she's a house whose windows and doors have all been opened. like this knowledge just opens her and frees her! all from a story, the same way that the harpies will free the ghosts by telling them stories to lead them to mulefa/rejoin dust in the universe!

also i love how lyra and will are both so strong and good that as much as it hurt them not to be together they both knew they had to part. like they didn't entertain the alternatives for very long. they accepted their universes were more important than them being together and it was just another fact they had to accept. and after all the loss they'd both experienced, it made sense they accepted it so quickly/firmly.

also also, did you ever read those "extras"? they were like excerpts of handwritten letters and documents from the different characters. and something from mary suggested that will was living with her which i think is just really sweet because lyra had an entire world that knew what had happened but in will's world, only mary knew.

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20th: Sacrilegious

Forever ago, on a server that doesn’t exist anymore, Cyberpsycho_For_Eurodyne prompted the community this “If you believe in angels you have to believe in demons too” and this fic was born. The first part, up until they meet Kerry, was published on my tumblr a while back, and I even shared a snippet about another part, which didn’t make it to the final cut.

I used this event to rework this story to be shorter(ish), so yes, there are elements of plot but trust me they’ve been lowered to the bare minimum. I still gave hints of what the rest of the story was supposed to look like, and where this was all going in the first place.

An angel and demon AU is also a great opportunity to be very filthy, and also use magic to jump over the technicalities of sex so you can bet I used it xD.

Please enjoy the slutty smut, and the rest if you please!

You can find the prompt list here.

Every fic will be posted on my AO3 Account here.

V’s mother used to tell him about guardian angels before he went to bed. She said that everyone got one, and that they were with you every time of the day, helping you, looking after you, that you could pray to them for guidance or strength.

So V always believed he had a guardian angel. But by God, he never would have thought his would be like this.

“Are you really sure you’re my guardian angel?” V asks for the tenth time as he sees the supernatural being purposefully make the TV change channel every ten seconds. They are currently at Tom’s dinner, having just met with Takemura. V started seeing the angel after dying, bullet to the brain, courtesy of Dexter DeShawn.

“Sure I’m your angel,” the being replies, all grinning teeth and a cocky attitude. The waiter is slowly getting crazy over the TV, trying to understand what’s happening. 

“Don’t I look like an angel?” the apparition asks with a side glance before shutting the TV off altogether.

“Well, you’ve got no wings,” V remarks.

With a smug smile, the being leans forward and suddenly, four wings appear behind him, spanning from one edge of the bench to the other. They look like they are made of the purest chrome, glinting with an ethereal light that comes from nowhere. The feathers look like they could cut through concrete easily, yet V can’t help but want to touch them for how delicate they appear. Like lacework. The young man closes his hand to prevent himself from reaching out, but his movement doesn’t escape the angel. With a smirk, he makes the wings disappear and leans back on the bench, putting his boots on the table.

V understood early on that no one but him could see the angel.

“So, how are we going to fix this mess, V?” The supernatural creature wonders with a drawl, hands resting behind his head.

“It’s your fuckin’ mess,” the merc retorts, “you were supposed to save me from that, remember?”

“Eh, well, I was busy with a demon. And I told you, I can’t really do shit. I’m just here to guide you and all. You gotta save yourself, blah blah blah.”

V rolls his eyes and drinks from his shitty coffee. He has no fucking clue where to start fixing the shit he’s in. He isn’t even sure what exactly he is supposed to fix: Dexter is dead, and apart from Takemura and Evelyn, he has no trail to follow. One thing is sure: he should have died but he got back from the great beyond and apparently, his guardian angel is as puzzled as he is about that. So he concentrates on something else.

“Yes, you told me about that demon. Just have a hard time believing they exist.”

“Hey, if you believe in angels, you gotta believe in demons, too.”

Can’t really fight the logic of that, he admits silently.

“Ok so, what kind of demon was it?”

“The worst kind.”

“Which means?”

The angel’s smirk deepens and something mischievous twinkles in his eyes.

“Well, better see for yourself. C’mon!”

-

And the angel gets out of the booth before sauntering out of the dinner. With a long-suffering sigh, and a thought for his mother – rest her soul – V follows.

“A demon lives here?” V asks, suspicious as they approach the villa.

“Yep.”

“Demons need houses?”

“That’s their technique, they blend in with humans. Easier to tempt them that way.”

“Ok but… Why are we going to meet a demon exactly?” V continues to question as the angel guides him to hop over the concrete wall surrounding the property.

“Because you wanted to know what demons are, and I happen to know that one very well.”

V pauses, opens his mouth to say something then decides against it. He trots to catch up with the supernatural being.

“Were you with this demon when you were supposed to protect me?” V suddenly asks, struck by divine inspiration – ah!

The angel looks deeply uncomfortable.

“Maybe.”

V catches the angel by the arm. The left one is made of metal, like his wings. V didn’t know angels could lose limbs.

“Are you kidding me?”

“I told you, he is the worst kind! Always enticing and teasing and being, you know…” and the divine creature does something weird, something that looks suspiciously like rocking his hips.

“Wait, wait, wait,” V starts. He takes a breath. “Are you saying what I think you’re saying? Were you with that demon when I died. Wait, can you even fuck?”

“Yes I was with that demon, no we don’t do something as trivial as fucking. What we have goes way beyond your human experience,” the being replies, but even though his wings are not visible, V has the distinct impression he’s ruffled the angel’s feathers. He snorts.

“Sure.”

“Hey, you know, maybe he can help, because if his plan was to tempt me into skipping my duties, he might know what’s up.”

And with that, the angel saunters to the doorbell and pointedly looks at V to ring it.

“How do you do when you visit him?”

“We meet on another existential plane. Stop asking questions.”

V rolls his eyes again. He’s been doing this a lot since the angel appeared. Still, with nothing better to do, he rings the bell, and they wait for a moment.

When the door opens, V’s jaw hits the floor, because behind it is Kerry Eurodyne, international rockstar and V’s crush as a teenager.

“Fuck.”

The curse makes the man – no, demon – blink in surprise before his eyes focus on the angel to V’s left.

“Hello, Johnny,” he greets, leaning against the door frame. The movement makes his tiny gown slide off his shoulder. The sight mesmerizes V, who lets his eyes roam over the uncovered skin with hunger. It becomes apparent to the merc very fast that the robe is the only thing Eurodyne is wearing, and it isn’t even properly closed. It leaves very little to the imagination, making a wave of heat spread inside V, coloring his cheeks and warming his skin. But then, something else registers.

“Johnny?!” V repeats, blinking at the angel. “That’s your name?”

The supernatural being shrugs, trying for nonchalant and failing.

“That’s not a very angelic name,” V continues at the same time the rocker interrupts them.

“How come he can see you?”

“Let's get inside,” Johnny declares, pushing past them. As he enters the mansion, his form suddenly becomes more solid, but he keeps the same appearance: leather pants, matching boots, and a dark tank top. However, he loses that strange light that seemed to surround him before.

V glances at Eurodyne, still not believing his eyes, and finds himself being scrutinized head to toe. It makes his skin heat all over again and brings butterflies to his stomach. V berates himself: he’s not fourteen anymore! He is a mature adult, and he does NOT have a crush on the rocker.

As if he can read his thoughts – and maybe he can! – a sly smile spreads over Eurodyne’s features and his slouch becomes more pronounced, pulling the gown off even more. Before he can make the conscious decision, V finds himself taking a step closer to the demon, enthralled by his darkening blue eyes and the way he tilts his head back.

Suddenly, V feels a pull and stumbles into the house, stopping short of the angel, who is looking at him with arms crossed and a very unimpressed expression.

“And they still wonder how you are so easily swayed,” he mutters before reporting his attention to the demon, who is slowly straightening. “Really?” he asks, scowl deepening.

The other being shrugs with an innocent face and raises his hands in a placating gesture.

“Eh, I don’t have my quota of temptations for the month, yet.”

Still reeling, V tries to make sense of the exchange, feeling like he was just pulled out of the sweetest dream. Something in him longs to get back into that trance, while another part freaks out. That last part wins when the demon comes closer, prompting V to take a step back.

“Sorry,” Eurodyne says to him with a wink, “can’t help myself. Demon, you know?”

With the sweetest smile V has ever seen, the being beacons both his guests toward the second floor of the house.

The angel sends one last suspicious glance at his charge before following the demon. V can’t help but snort internally, pretty sure his new companion is jealous. Or can he even feel that? Shrugging, he follows.

In what appears to be a living room equipped with a bar, the rockstar invites V to sit with a gesture. The angel – Johnny, apparently – is already sprawled on one of the couches, lighting a cigarette.

“Ain’t smoking a sin?” The merc asks snidely and receives a finger for his trouble. He snickers but catches the carton when the supernatural being throws it at him, and light one for himself.

“You don’t know shit about sins and virtues, V,” Johnny drawls around a mouthful of smoke.

“Aren’t like, seven of each?”

“There are as many as you can think of, and more to discover,” Eurodyne replies, putting three more or less clean glasses on the low table. “What’s your poison?” he asks with twinkling eyes and it takes V a second to reply, too lost in the demon's gaze. 

“He will have Tequila, of course,” his guardian interjects.

The spawn of evil rolls his eyes but suddenly, there is a bottle of a good brand on the table. V blinks as the bottle seemingly pours itself. Not looking perturbed by this, Johnny takes his drink and throws it back all in one go before gesturing at the bottle, who obediently fills it again.

“So, to what do I owe the displeasure of your holy presence in my house,” Eurodyne wonders and since Johnny is busy sipping his tequila, V takes it upon himself to answer.

“Johnny told me he was with you the moment I died, he thinks you might have tempted him into ditching his duties, and that, in his book, indicates you know something about my situation.”

Eurodyne snorts, sprawling on his couch and grinning at the angel.

“Yeah, Johnny likes to thinks I tempt him. I rarely do,” he explains with a wink at the holy creature, who is dutifully ignoring him.

“Show him the thing, V,” he says instead of acknowledging his demonic friend.

V turns his head and shows him the Relic. He feels more than he sees the demon stiffen.

“Ah.”

“So you do know something,” V concludes while Johnny gives him a little salute, proud of himself.

While Eurodyne looked mischievous until now, his face falls and his expression turns serious as he exchanges a look with the angel. Johnny’s expression is challenging, and V knows he’s missing something capital.

“Going against Them again, J?” The demon murmurs disapprovingly.

“Not stopping 'til we’re free,” is the cryptic reply. 

V is about to ask for more explanations, but the next instant, the demon’s attitude becomes fluid again and he smiles devilishly at his guests.

“Well, let’s say I knew something, what makes you think my help comes free?” he teases, leaning back against the couch. The movement makes the robe fall off his shoulders again and V is starting to suspect the thing of sentience. He can keep his eyes from straying, nor his brain from being filled with ideas. He spaces out for a few seconds, mesmerized by the demon’s naked skin. Opposite of him, Eurodye smirks.

Johnny snaps his fingers in front of V’s face.

“Focus, kid. Come on, show a little more backbone!”

V gives his guardian a mean glare before addressing the demon once more.

“Name your price, then,” he challenges and Johnny groans before facepalming. At the same time, Eurodyne’s face literally lights up with childlike glee, and he claps his hands, making a piece of paper appear. He gets up and walks over the low table towards V, hips swaying left and right like a pendulum, and V just can’t look away. His breath leaves him as the man comes closer and he feels like he has died again, only to be welcomed in paradise.

The demon doesn’t stop in front of V but climbs smoothly in his lap. Automatically, the young man brings his hands on Eurodyne's hips. His mouth opens in wonder as debilitating devotion fills him.

Another snap of Johnny’s fingers saves him once again, and Eurodyne evaporates from V’s lap, reappearing in his previous spot, as if he never left. V realizes with flaming cheeks that he didn’t, this was an illusion, a charm or something. He clears his throat awkwardly and wishes the floor would open up to swallow him whole. It doesn’t happen, and V focuses on the high quality paper that suddenly appeared in his hands, in place of the demon’s hips.

“That’s a contract of servitude,” Eurodyne explains with a satisfied expression. His voice is purring like a cat who just got headfirst into the cream jar, and the sound brings a shiver down V’s spine. He concentrates on the contract, but it appears he can’t read it for it is written in no known language of V’s translating software.

Johnny plucks the paper from his hands and burns it between his fingers.

“He is not signing this, Ker,” he growls, and when V looks up at him, there is a hint of something powerful about him, a strength that feels righteous and unyielding. In answer, the demon seems to become even more fluid and enticing.

“Well, then I don’t have anything to tell you.”

“I’ll sign,” V declares before pausing as a thought comes to him, “does this make me your sex slave?” he asks, aiming for unconcerned and failing spectacularly. 

The demon smiles mischievously at him.

“Is that a wish or a concern?”

The answer should be obvious, but it gets struck on V’s tongue, and Eurodyne bursts into musical laughter. It makes the young man’s heart pound, and even Johnny can’t help but smile next to him.

“Nah, just means you’ll do my bidding for… Let’s say a week. Think of it as being my personal assistant.”

“Or his bitch. He is a drama queen, V, don’t do this.”

“You said he might know something. I need to understand what’s happening, Johnny,” the young merc retorts.

The angel rolls his eyes before making a helpless gesture.

Another paper appears on the table, and this time V doesn't give Johnny time to burn it before he seizes the pen conveniently lying next to it and signs it. The moment his signature touches the paper, he feels a burning sensation start around his heart. Like hot iron tightening over it. He gasps and brings a hand to his chest, looking up at Eurodyne, whose expression seems forlorn for a second before it disappears behind another confident grin.

The sensation eases progressively, and V feels Johnny’s hand – the one that seems organic – gently grasp his chin to look him in the eyes. V notes distractingly that they are of a rich dark brown, like oak bark, but with specks of gold. They look concerned for a moment, before the angel releases him without saying anything.

“One week,” he says to the demon, “and then you help us.”

“’Course,” the devil replies with a big smile, but it rings false, as if he is sad instead of proud.

-

The week is coming to an end, and it went relatively smoothly, in V’s opinion. He’s made a van full of music equipment explode because, apparently, demonic powers of not, Eurodyne — no, Kerry, as the demon insists on being called — can still feel insecure when three pop starlets threaten to cover one of his songs. When that didn’t work in deterring the band from performing, V discovers that despite being supernatural, Kerry really likes to deal with things the human way, if holding the same three pop stars at gunpoint to dissuade them from going through with the cover is the human way. 

It makes Johnny laugh endlessly that Kerry got fucked by his own label.

“Aren’t you supposed to be the demon”? he asks snidely, to which Kerry replies with a finger and argues humans are a lot more creative than demons when it comes to fucking with each other.

Between those adventures, V enjoys being in prime position to witness their friendship. He loves hearing them talk about the ages they went through, and can’t help but smirk and shake his head when they criticize Hell of Heaven’s management. They look like grumpy old men, sipping good tequila and talking about how it was all better Before.

Before, with a capital B, means Before The Fall, as V discovered. They use it to talk about that time when they were all still one happy family. They reluctantly explained to V how things slowly deteriorated when God created Adam and Eve, because some of the high ranking angels disapproved of the way the whole Garden of Eden scandal was handled. It was a time of great suspicion: one step in the wrong direction would get you burned. It was what happened to Kerry, Johnny confessed with angry eyes one night, and refused to get back on the subject ever since.

The only other clue V gathered was that Kerry had been the angel in charge of inventing instruments, and he made the electric guitar for Johnny. It got him in trouble since apparently, the electric guitar was labeled as demonic along with the flute, for reasons V isn’t really clear on.

They look a mix of sad and angry when they talk about such times, so despite his curiosity, V mostly avoids the subject.

Tomorrow, his contract will be fulfilled and Kerry will help them discover what’s happening to V. The merc just hopes that means they can still see Kerry as much, because… He likes him. He likes him a lot and he knows Johnny knows it. Strangely, the angel hasn’t really said anything about that, except to remind V that Kerry is a demon and shouldn’t be trusted, blah blah blah. 

Watching them, V is now persuaded they’re in love with each other or something, the angelic equivalent, soulmates maybe? It’s a terrible Romeo and Juliet situation, and the sexual tension is really thick, which isn’t helping V not to succumb to Kerry’s charms. Both their charms, really. He likes observing them, humbled by their perfection, and the way they form a duality of contrasts physically. In personality, they’re a lot closer to each other than V would have imagined a demon and an angel to be. In the end, he’s decided they’re just really human.

They are playing music, electric guitars to be precise, tunes V knows by heart and others he’s never heard, all of them great. Soothed by the music, or maybe because he knows their time together is coming to an end, V just blurts the question, without preamble nor warning.

“So, is it worse to fuck an angel or a demon?”

They both look at him at the same time and the effect is jarring. He fights down a nervous chuckle.

“Demon,” “Angel,” they say at the same time before glaring at each other. 

“Nah, definitely demons,” Johnny insists as Kerry rolls his eyes, “they’ll use the connection to reach into your soul and corrupt it. Generally speaking, if they get that close you’re already fucked. Also, succubus and incubus, if you catch my drift.”

The demon smirks at V and reclines against the pillow of the couch. He does it like he's getting ready for a soft porn photoshoot, and V swallows, suddenly thirsty.

“Yeah but isn’t it a terrible sin to defile God’s sacred soldiers? Ruin the perfection of their holiness with your human crass? Taint their innocence with vile acts of depravity? Tempts them into the pleasure of the flesh, distract them from their holy duties?”

To V, it feels like Kerry knows exactly what he’s talking about, which only reinforces his conviction they are banging, whatever Johnny calls it.

“Angels are not innocent nor pure, that’s just human lore. You can’t taint us or whatever,” Johnny interjects. “We use pleasure to inspire, to soothe, to heal…”

Like often when they speak, it feels to V like they’re having an entire conversation between themselves which he can’t understand. The longing on Johnny’s face as he says all this, looking at Kerry, speaks volume about what he imagined pleasure could heal, and how much it failed.

Kerry’s gaze falls to his lap, his eyes suddenly veiled by something like regrets or sadness. It passes, quick as ever because he rarely lets his guard down, and looks up at V.

“Why do you ask? Wanna try for yourself?”

“Kerry,” Johnny warns, but the demon just grins nastily at him, and again, this simple exchange feels charged with things unsaid.

“Yeah,” V says, “why not.”

Kerry snorts, hides his smile behind his hand before glancing at Johnny.

“Promise I didn’t do anything, it’s all him.”

“I know,” the angel growls, sounding exasperated. “The more I know him, the more I’m persuaded this whole resurrection thing is just a blip, he’s nothing special. Horny like the rest of them.”

“Hey, that hurts,” V complains, more for the banter than anything else. “So?” he asks with a mischievous grin.

Kerry shrugs and turns to Johnny.

“I’m all for it, it’s that one you should persuade.”

V turns his gaze to the angel and gives him his best puppy eyes. Johnny’s mouth twitches up despite his roll of eyes.

“Don’t complain when you end up in Hell,” the holy creature tells the merc as a way of acceptance.

Kerry gives V a sharp grin.

“You’re in for the night of your life.”

-

“So, what do you prefer?” Kerry asks V as he undresses him, kneeling up on his massive bed.

“Huh, you mean, positions or…?”

“Nah,” he chuckles, “I’m speaking about parts. Cunts, cocks… Both?”

“I can choose?”

“Our bodies are not like yours, we are sexless in our natural states,” Johnny intervenes, wrapping his arms around V’s waist to mouth as his nape. His lips, so soft in contrast with his scratchy beard, make the merc shiver deliciously.

“Though Johnny loves to give himself a nice big cock," Kerry comments with a wink.

V chuckles and turns his head slightly to glance at Johnny, not at all surprised. The angel shrugs, and V can feel his smile against his nape, unrepentant.

It’s all very tempting, and V hopes they have more than one occurrence to test it all, but if he only gets one night, there is something he really wants.

“Can you… Can you both take me?” he asks, fighting down his blush.

“One after the other?” Kerry asks, hot lips trailing over his jaw and nipping at his lips.

“At the same time,” Johnny answers him, like he’s seen it in V’s mind.

The demon smirks, hums like he’s considering the idea.

“Want to feel both our cocks filling you? Take that little ass of yours hard and fast? Wanna feel full, baby?”

The pet name and the dirty talk make V’s knees weak. He lets his weight rest back against Johnny as the fire of pleasure starts burning in his veins and down to his cock. Kerry’s hands slip under his shirt while the angel's fingers go for his jeans, and V feels his heart pound inside his chest. 

He lets out a soft moan when Johnny’s metal hand curls around his hard length, just squeezing it, while the other go further to grab his balls. Kerry thumbs his nipples, twist them just hard enough to make V whine before getting closer to lick his upper lip teasingly.

The young merc is already trembling, thighs shaking and hips stuttering as Johnny strokes him once while Kerry continues to torment him by denying him a real kiss. With a growl, V surges up, catching the demon’s nape and bringing him close. With a huffed laugh, Kerry lets him, getting even closer, straddling one of his thighs to rub himself against him. 

They get him naked, stroking every inch of his skin, moving his body as they please until he's back to kneeling between them, with Johnny's big hard cock resting between his asscheeks and Kerry’s rubbing against his. The angel's hands are around both of them, stroking expertly until it’s not just V that’s shivering, but Kerry too. V is mesmerized by the way pleasure travels on his face. His eyes went stormy at first, but now they’re just glassy as he thrust upward into Johnny’s fist, leaned back on his hands, arching sweetly and giving V’s permission to put his hands everywhere. 

“Yeah,” V whispers to Johnny like an admission, “he's pretty irresistible.”

“He always was. Prettiest angel They ever made.”

Kerry opens clear blue eyes, pupils blown out until only a circle of icy blue can be seen under his half lowered lids.

“You’re biased.”

“I think he's right,” V pips in, hands roaming over Kerry’s shoulders. They trail up, joining at his neck, over the golden cyberware he probably doesn't need but put on himself to better blend in with humans. 

“Let me touch him,” V demands, and Johnny lets him, his hands moving from V’s cock to the small of his back, and down to his hole. He teases around the rim, not really touching, waiting for something, but V is too focused on his hand over his and Kerry’s cocks, and the sweet sounds that escape the demon, to notice much. He bends forward, forces Kerry to lay on his back with a cheeky smile, and kisses him as he lowers himself. He rubs against him, thrusting into his fist and enjoying the way Kerry arches back and spreads his legs needily. He will have to take him, it can’t be just one night, he wants to have him too, in any way possible.

As he loses himself in Kerry, he distantly registers Johnny shuffling closer and putting his cock right at his entrance. He tenses, because it won’t fit without prep, when indeed the angel appears to have a massive cock.

“Relax,” he says, “It won’t hurt.” 

As he says it, V feels a pleasant sensation of warmth spread into his body, feels a wave of pleasure like a small orgasm racing up his spine. He groans above Kerry, barely registers his predatory smile, and feels himself opening, relaxing around Johnny’s hard length as he pushes forward. He feels so slick and warm, like his body is purring, like after a long massage. It’s so fuckin good he sags against the demon and just moans out loud.

“Yeah, that’s it,” Kerry murmurs against his temple, gently stroking his hair. “Good boy, just relax and take it.”

Johnny slides in and starts rocking into him right away, and of course he hits the right spot on the first try. It fries V’s brain and he can only hear himself moan like a slut and the thought makes him even hotter. 

He moves sluggishly when Kerry encourages him to do so, shuffling up so Kerry is at the right level to join Johnny inside his hole. The demon doesn’t do that yet, he licks V’s nipples instead and wow, it’s like they’re now directly wired to his cock. It never felt like this, but each and every swipe of Kerry’s tongue over the hardened bud sends a shock of delicious electricity right down to his balls.

“Ffffuck,” he breathes out and hears Johnny laugh behind him. He gets a kiss on the nape for his trouble.

“Good?” the angel asks, like he needs to when he perfectly knows his cock is doing things to V no dick ever did.

“Shit, yes,” the merc still replies, and that makes Johnny speed up. It feels like his cock is getting bigger, V certainly feels more and more full, but the stretch is nothing but nice. God he is so wet, his hole is dripping slick over his balls, making a mess and he just loves it. Somewhere in what remains of his brain, his natural curiosity wonders about this miracle, and he silently laughs when he realizes it’s exactly that: a miracle. He is miraculously wet like a well serviced cunt.

“Lets make him cum once before I get in,” he hears Kerry indicate to Johnny. His voice is rough, reflecting his state of arousal, and he is also dripping against V’s perineum, adding to the mess. Then he goes back to playing with V’s nipples.

“Touch me, please,” V begs, but Johnny tuts.

“You don’t need it, you’re gonna come with my cock alone.”

“I can’t,” he whines, but the moment he says it he realizes it’s not impossible. He’s right on the edge, and the precipice looks absolutely breathtaking, to the point V digs his heels in, suddenly afraid of falling because it promises such a rush.

“No, I don’t, fuck,” he babbles as Johnny’s cock rams against his sweet spots and it feels like every fibers of his being tightens around it. Kerry’s tongue on his nipple becomes nearly unbearable, and then the demon bites it, sending V’s hips jerking forward.

His body locks, tenses, and then discharges like a lightning bolt into his nervous system. He loses speech, can’t take a breath, can’t do anything but feel the pleasure of his release crash inside of him. Several waves of it, it looks like it will never end. 

Suddenly he can breath again, and heaves wetly against Kerry’s mouth, since the demon took pity on him and stopped torturing his chest to nip as his mouth.

Johnny chuckles behind him, and slaps his ass, once on the left cheek, once on the right cheek with his organic hand, and moans when it makes V clench around him. He bucks into him meanly, making the merc gasp.

“Too much!”

“Nah, we just started,” Kerry reminds him with a malicious smile against his lips.

“I can’t, fuck!” 

“Yes you can, and you will,” Johnny promises. He seems to settle deeper into him, cutting V’s breath again as his body rebels against the overload… only to suddenly relax. Once more, that nice warmth fills him.

He pants, wide eyed, as Kerry slides his hand between them to gather his come and feed it to him, before kissing him filthily. V is dazed, licks the demon’s fingers like it’s ambrosia and whines when they escape his mouth. He shivers all over, spreads his legs wider and begs with his eyes for his torture to never end.

“Ready?” Kerry asks him as he slips a hand between their bodies once again. Johnny helps V lift his hips a bit to let the demon position his cock at his entrance.

“No,” V replies, but everything in him says yes, he wants it. Judging by his smirk, Kerry knows it.

He nudges his cock at V’s hole, and the young man shakes his head. 

“I’m too tight.”

“You’re just tight enough,” Johnny interjects and sure, when Kerry starts pushing in, he slips into his hole smoothly. V feels the pressure, like his body is rebelling but his mind just tells it to relax as Kerry’s hard length inches inside. He moans like a slut, can’t stop it, and just wishes he has something to occupy his mouth. How can he feel so empty when he’s so full of cock?

He can feel them both inside of him, it should be impossible but here they are, comfortably snug in his asshole that clenches and spasms around them. He trembles, shakes and whines.

“Please,” he begs, for what exactly, it’s their guess, but they seem to know, because Johnny starts moving.

He does it slow, not because V needs to adjust, but just because it feels unbearably good. The merc feels stretched like never before, feels so full of their cocks, so full of them. 

Kerry holds him still as Johnny thrust into him, and his hips are less coordinated than before. He curses lowly, tightens his hands over V’s hips and puts more of his weight against him. He reaches deeper, and both his partners moan at that. 

“Johnny,” Kerry calls, sounding wrecked, and suddenly they shift V so that he’s crouching over Kerry, Johnny’s cock deep inside of him, the angel holding him fast. In this position, Kerry can move, can fuck up into him and he does with abandon. 

“Look at him, look at him, V,” the angel whispers and despite the overwhelming pleasure, V tries to focus, focus on Kerry and the way he practically glows. Something shifts under him, like wings trying to unfurl and for a second, V sees them: black as the night with golden edges, shining from within like deep space. V hiccups because the view seems to trigger something in his brain, it makes a wave of powerful emotion travel through him and his body doesn’t know how to deal with that, so it just makes everything starker and even more intense.

“Shit, fuck, I… I’m coming?” he breathes like a question, unsure, but then he gets pretty certain, cause the next time Kerry snaps his hips up, he comes. The rush is just as terrible as the first time, made even worse — or better, by the fact that Johnny gives his cock one stroke.

Kerry snarls, brings V down to devour his mouth as he whines and moans and goes wild inside of him. They both do, Johnny has started moving again and they’re just using his body now, each thrust making his brain buzz as more pleasure is wrenched out of him. He feels like he keeps coming, each time they rock into him at the same time, filling him so completely, he climaxes, again, and again, and again.

Then Johnny bends over him, pushes as deep as he can go and V feels it: feels his cum inside him, and there is so much. Under him, Kerry laughs, wild around the edges, before opening his eyes. He arches back, nearly dislodging V’s from his perch over him as he comes, too.

God, there is cum everywhere, it’s dripping out of V’s hole over his balls, over the sheets, and Kerry is covered in it while V’s cock is leaking like a faucet, all the way soft but still weakly pulsing. 

V tries to breathe, discovers he can but it’s like the air itself lacks oxygen. He clenches around them by reflex and they both moan, pushing into him like they would love to go again. 

Johnny is idly petting his sides, mouthing at his nape tenderly.

“You did great, you’re alright V, you were amazing,” he whispers. Kerry raises his fingers to his cheeks to wipe the tears V didn’t know he was shedding. He smiles shakily. He feels great, actually. Like he’s been unmade and rebuilt, but his body is relaxed, his brain is quite like it rarely is. 

He sighs happily and leans back against Johnny with a soft smile.

“That was… Yeah.”

Kerry snorts under him, strokes his thighs.

“It’s not finished. The night just started,” he declares and V tenses, or tries to, but his ass just pulses around both their cocks, still hard inside of him, and yeah, ok, this is probably the best place on earth.

He lets go in Johnny's arms, moans softly when the angel kisses his neck, bushes his lips against his feverish skin.

“Ok,” he just says.

Whatever this was, it didn’t feel like a sin, so his question still remains unanswered. But that’s fine, he’s got the whole night to find out

-

Later, when they’ve exhausted V beyond measure, they settle around him to watch him sleep. Kerry’s gaze is wistful as he traces the merc’s bottom lip with his thumb gently. His eyes flicker to the side of his neck, behind his ear where the Relic is stored. His expression turns to a deep sadness, colored by longing. 

Johnny, who was watching him, reaches out to catch his chin, making him raise his eyes.

“So you do know what this is…”

Kerry’s pupils flash with calculation, Johnny can see him weigh his options as he tries to decide between the truth and an easy lie. The angel frowns.

“Don’t lie to me,” he orders, using the divine voice.

A shiver goes through Kerry, delighted even as it must hurt.

“Yes,” he admits, like the truth was wrenched from him. It was.

“What is it?”

“Freedom. Humanity’s key to immortality. They figured it out, and with that they can play God. A tragedy for them, an opportunity for us to get out.”

Johnny isn’t surprised, he suspected it from the start, from the moment he saw his charge come back to life despite the Divine Will.

“But this is a setback,” Kerry adds, looking at V tenderly. “In his hands, it’s harmless. I don’t know if it’s an Intervention or something else, but you have a choice to make. Either give the Relic back to its human creators so they can use it to its full potential… Or let him keep and it's probable nothing will happen.”

Johnny fights down the elation he feels at the idea of a way out so close to him. It can’t be that simple. Kerry smiles like he heard the thought. It’s a bitter expression, full of anger and regrets, with a hint of longing.

“If they take it out of his head, he’ll die. He's now on borrowed time," he explains in a whisper, eyelids lowering. Johnny looks down at V and frowns. He can’t do that, he realizes. He can’t do that. Despite knowing he shouldn't, he likes this charge like none other before.

Suddenly he understands Kerry’s plan.

“You asked for a week to give me time to get attached!” he accuses and his friend’s expression shows he’s hit the bull’s eye. “Why?! Don’t you want us to be free? Free to be together again?! Don’t you want your wings back?!”

“Fuck yes I want all that, you know it!” Kerry seethes, getting out of the bed and catching his pack of smoke as he gets out. Johnny stomps behind him, noting human bodies are very satisfying when it comes to expressing anger.

He follows him all the way out to the terrace.

“Then what?!” He barks when Kerry has lit a cigarette

“I don’t want humans to doom themselves, Johnny! I happen to like them, and playing God will probably destroy them like it did to our kind!”

Johnny wants to retort that humans were garbage from the beginning, defiant and unruly since their creation, that they’ve been nothing but terrible for their planet and the universe at large. But V’s face flashes in his mind, his donkey laugh, his stupid jokes, the way he moaned when they ravished him again and again.

“I won’t let you do it, Johnny,” Kerry finishes, gaze hard like steel. “I’ve been punished because I loved you more than I loved God. I hate it, I’m still pissed about it, but I’ve learned to live with it, find joy in other things. I won’t let you destroy everything trying to free us.”

It stings. It hurts like a slap to the face. Johnny burns with anger, dark and forbidden. If any of the higher ups could see him, he would fall like Kerry. For a minute he’s ready to do it, but he catches the demon’s warning look. He promised to behave, promised to do everything he could not to fall, so that at least Kerry’s sacrifice wouldn’t have been in vain.

They stay silent for a long moment as Johnny ponders his choices, and their limitations.

“What if it’s not a blip or an Intervention? What if it’s a sign?” Johnny asks in a murmur. It’s been in his head since he met V, he realizes. A nagging thought, a bloom of hope he didn’t dare to believe. But since V came back from the dead, something struck him as weird in this whole story.

“What do you mean?” Kerry asks with a wary expression.

“What if V is the key? Not the Relic, but the fact that such a power fell into the hands of one truly good person? Not in terms of virtues and sins, but — you know, at core… At core he’s like they should all have been.”

The demon closes his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose.

“Johnny, tell me you’re not thinking what I think you’re thinking?”

Now that he voiced it, Johnny can’t stop feeling like it’s the truth.

“Listen, my side never took notice of it, they’ve been blinded. You say it’s not from your side either?”

“No, I would know,” Kerry hesitates before he nods to himself, “I think I’m the only one that found out humans were that close to immortality. You know the others, they still think tempting priests is the way to go.”

“Yes! So if it’s not from my side, or your side, it’s something else and maybe it’s fallen into V’s hands for a reason!”

“You sound crazy,” Kerry deadpans but his friend knows him too well. He’s starting to get into the idea. Johnny grins, gets closer. 

“Yeah? What about something even crazier?” He breathes as he crowds Kerry against the wall next to the entrance. He can see it in the demon’s eyes: that gleeful, mischievous excitation. 

Kerry shakes his head no but everything in his being says yes, he’s vibrating with the same mad energy Johnny feels in himself.

“What if we killed God?”

[transmasc-wizard]

triceratops and t-rex!

ty for the ask!!! i get to interact with dinosaurs AND writing!! WOOO

Triceratops - share a scene where one character is protecting or caring for another

(this one's from GFW1 :) i actually re-wrote it a bit bc it's from draft one, lol, so it was kinda messy.)

Angel raised the gun, hands shaking. Her grip on the cold metal felt like a frozen promise, one she couldn't undo.

She fired, and so did the guard.

Her bullet hit her target, tearing a bloody red hole in his throat. His bullet didn't hit her, though.

"Get the hell out of here," Oliver snarled, clutching at the spot that showed he'd taken the bullet for her.

"Not without you." Angel tried to keep the panic from her voice, but there was so, so much blood.

"I'm going to follow, dumbass," he assured her. "But I'm not going to let you out of my sight after I took a gods-damned bullet for you."

T-rex - share a scene that you’re really proud of

Everything, everywhere, has a story. Even monsters.

Once upon a time, there was a place. It was empty and cold, but it could be great. It could be something.

Once upon a time, a boy was in that place. He was potential in its purest form, alive to create greatness.

Once upon a time, the boy was so terribly lonely.

This was before he had anything else. Before he had the women, before they brought themselves and their cat and their determination to make this place a wonder. But truly, even when the women—and the many others after—had finally arrived, even if they had arrived first, they could not have helped.

He was born for greatness, and destined for nothing, and too alone to see those in front of him.

No one understood what it was like. He’d tried to explain, to weary travelers and curious explorers, but the red in his eyes and the echo in his voice made them too terrified to listen. Even on the rare occasion they managed to hear his words and attempt to understand his struggle, they just couldn’t. They’d been alone before, yes, but not like this. Never like this.

its from rose librarians, and i simply Like It.

[nonhumen]

@giftandguile : " gorgeous, " fyodor muses, eyes tracing over the canvas that is dazai's skin, up to wrists with rope digging into them as they restrain him to the bed. a hand runs down his neck, loving and kind.

then the knife digs in, beginning its slow descent down the meat of his back. blood pools in the outline of feathers in muscle, long and aching and stretching from his shoulders to his waist. " my seraph always seemed incomplete without his wings, after all. "

there is nothing more pleasurable than laying his head in the lion's maw. a wounded gazelle can only wait for the inevitable but there is salvation in the predator's swift kill. now, death eludes dazai still but the pain -- oh, the pain -- is his sweetest companion. and his devil knows how to give him his desired release.

aside from his face, dazai's back holds the flesh least touched by scar tissue. there are only a couple of bullet wounds from high impact rounds that tore through the body of a boy. battle scars, some mafiosos called them. dazai only sees them as failures. each scar reminds him of a mistake. failed to dodge, failed to die, failed to be perfect.

but to the creature above him, knelt between his legs in prayer, dazai is not a failure. he is perfect. his seraph. the purest of the divine. but the noises which spill from the angel's lips are nothing but sinful. soft moans are muffled into the pillow as the blade cuts through the canvas. he feels hot blood well from the wounds and run like fire down his flesh. it is blinding, piercing pain and dazai is drunk on it. this is what being alive feels like. he has no need to be ashamed of the work of art carved upon his skin.

" tell me, my love, " dazai murmurs breathlessly. " tell me what my blood looks like, won't you? is it red like everything else? am i alive? "

[hunters-vs-hunted]

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Whitty tries to pick up the pace desperately, jumping into a three way alleyway. A bluenette nearly two feet shorter doing the same. The duo pauses only for a second before hearing a simultaneous. “GET BACK HERE!” They immediately take off in the same direction- the only freeway since the voices came from the directions they both came from. Jumping the next fence over and down a few more alleyways. Meanwhile another blunette and a certain cloud run into each other. Both people landing on their asses. “OW!” They both slowly rise to their feet. Pink eyes glaring up into black eyes that glared back. In unison they both start yelling. “GOOD JOB YOU MADE ME LOSE HIM! ME? HOW IS IT MY FAULT YOU RAN INTO ME?? YOU WEREN’T LOOKING- ME???” The smaller female sighs, rubbing her face. Before pausing. “Wait… wait wait- f u c k-.” Updike tilts his head at her.

“What?” She groans.

“Ugh. Multiverse being fucky again I guess. I’m Skylar Bloom. I’m going to assume- Gabriel Updike?” He nods slowly, visibly confused.

“Yes… how did you know?” She grabs his wrist, pulling him along.

“It’s a bit of an explanation. Pray that it’s not more than us two…” It was not just those two…. —---------------------------------------------------------

Whitty heaves a large sigh, looking at the other, suddenly both stepping back from each other. “YOU- Wait you look different-” Whitty breaks the unison talking. “You look taller….” The blue haired male makes an offended squawk. “I’m always this tall! What do you mean???” Whitty shakes his head. “I dunno….” Another set of footsteps causes them to look up. Carol blinking and skidding to a stop. “Wh-... oh. Wait you aren’t him… Whitty?” The bomb blinks. “Carol?” She nods awkwardly. “I’m not… your Carol. And that’s not.. Either of our version’s of Boyfriend. Multiverse being weird again… Hi I’m Puffball for less confusion.” “Cam…” “I guess call me Dynamite…” Carol nods slowly. “We should get somewhere safe… c’mon I know a place. There’s 3 other’s like us there- in the sense of being hunted by TGG.” The two taller men shudder, awkwardly following after her… oh boy.

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Whitmore and Bombastic stare at each other. Purest and Red looking between the two awkwardly. Whitmore having tried to explain the multiverse to them but… staring at an alt of himself who was hunting another target. “So… I guess just call me Bombastic.” Cassandra shrugs. “Ms. Red” “Mr. Purest. “Just… Just Whitmore for me.” They nod before hearing two footsteps approaching. Whitmore turns and blinks slowly. “Bloom?” The small female pauses. “Whitmore?” Bloom drops Updike’s hand and kinda runs up to the bomb. “DUDE YOU’RE HERE TOO??” The bomb head lets out a laugh, squatting down to pick her up so they can talk eye to eye. “Yeah I guess so. We uh… have a lot of explaining for the rest of the group here I guess.” Bloom nods understandingly. “Aight where to start…” —----------------------------------------------------------------------------

“So we should probably get intros outta the way…” The other 5 awkwardly nod in agreement. “I’m Carol, or Puffball for less confusion." “Pico…” “Cam….” “Dynamite I guess.” “G-Gaby…” “Miku…” Carol sighs. “C’mon guys. We’re all in the same boat. This relationship’s gonna be really rocky but… we can.. Do this.” They all look at each other before nodding. Right…

[honey-woo]

Red Wedding

Sanzu x reader

Description: Look at this fanart.

Content: Dark Content, Blood, Not super descriptive gore (decapitation + massacre), Sanzu in a wedding dress, Yandere, Reader is gn

Word Count: 680

Note: Minors + Ageless blogs dni, the title is a Game of Thrones reference

You knew the moment you heard the screams that your white fairytale dream was destroyed.

The screams echoed through the venue, like angels vocalizing your walk down to the altar. The closer you got to the doors, the quieter the angels were, the screams slowly synchronizing into nothing. The blurry shadows outside the windows, outside the venue, wouldn’t help you. They were there to prevent the help.

One last scream, the most agonizing, the most bloody scream, and you opened the doors.

Decorating the once golden room were white banners, crystalline chandeliers, white rows of seats. The purest room to make your eternal vows of love, now all bleached in red. Bodies lie slumped on both sides of the venue, deep cuts in some and lethal bullet wounds in others. None of them moving, no more songs for them to sing.

On the altar, the butchered, headless body of your never-to-be husband topples off and onto the ground below. Deep, crimson liquid spurts from the cut, a puddle slowly pooling underneath the headless, tux-dressed body.

Your mouth stays quiet, words unable to form- a scream unable to rip through your vocal cords. Your eyes were only able to adjust to the massacre slowly.

Demented snickering echos through the room, an off-beat, high-pitched tung at violin strings, but a horrible sound that fits perfectly for this scene. Your eyes, decorated with golden shine, flick over to the perpetrator.

His cotton candy hair is styled as it usually is, some red blending in with the pink. His skin is bathed in the gore of your blood family and soon-to-be family-in-laws. In the whites of his eye, spots of blood are spreading around his blue eyes. A wide grin on his face, the diamond scars stretching.

Sanzu’s wearing a dress, a white dress drenched in blood. It’s the exact same white dress like the one you currently wear. The same embroidery, the same stitches- just soaked in a ruby shower.

“Our wedding really is as perfect as you promised, right?” Sanzu takes the head of your fiancee and places it in both of his hands, like his own bouquet of flowers.

“We should wear matching dresses!”

Sanzu’s eyebrow raises at you, blue eyes sending you a judgemental stare. You were mindlessly and quietly running your hands through his white, long hair when you suddenly burst out with that statement.

You let out a small laugh at his look and continue playing with his hair. “I mean at our wedding. I think we’d both look pretty in a wedding dress.”

Sanzu scoffs, pushes you away from him, and makes way to any other room you aren’t in. You let out a loud laugh and call after him. “Wait, Haru! Come back! It’d be the perfect wedding! I promise!”

“Haru…” Your voice is quiet, but it still echos, becoming another instrument in the massacre choir.

Sanzu lets go of the man’s head, allowing it to roll all the way down to the bottom of your dress, your white now red. You don’t flinch, stuck in a trance of your old lover.

Sanzu shortly follows after the head, making his way to you in his own gown. He stops in front of you, not stepping beyond the head in between yours and his feet. He takes your hands, which are shockingly still, into his own.

“You promised- just consider it the start of your vows to love and cherish me.” His tone was gentle in the most violent way, the most gentle he had ever been. “I’ll start with my vows, yeah?”

You mindlessly nodded, suddenly feeling a stickiness on your hands, hands Sanzu held with his own. His hands that had killed everyone in the venue, hands that butchered the head lying between the two of you.

“I vow never to let you go, to keep you safe from everyone-” he leaned towards you, his lips brushing by your cheek “-and to kill anyone who tries to take you away from me again.”

In the distance, crows replace the doves and screech their own melody.

[nightowlfandom]

Yandere! Corrupt Angel! Keigo Takami X Demon! Reader- Episode 1/3: The Same Side Of A Coin

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Hey friends.....this is a ride Theres talkings of suicide, sinning, degredation, heaven vs hell and religious themes. You’ve been warned.

Leggo

...

You stood in the middle of the dancefloor, staring around the room. Once a year heaven and hell would come together and host the gala of the century. The Dark One and The Holy One would set aside their differences one day out of the year and host a party bringing both their children together for a huge affair.

Every demon and angel across the nine realms would show up. The beautiful, the ethereal, and the not so beautiful too. You watched as each leader sat respectfully on their thrones.

You watched as The Dark One looked over his people. It was times like this you admired the man. Your soul had mistakenly fallen to the pits of hell when an angel who wouldn’t do their job correctly denied your entry to heaven. You were given special treatment as a result.

The other demons knew you didn’t do anything wrong and they didn’t hold it against you. In fact, the other demons treated you like a kid sister. They never let you near any real demon business. 

“Ah, Young Y/N! Come!” The Dark One waved you over. “There’s someone you must meet my child.” 

“Yes, Sir!” you gave a thumbs up from the crowd. “Excuse me, Pardon me.” you shimmied through the crowd. You caught the eye of many angels. The other demons spoke highly of you, saying how the feather freaks would be lucky to have you...they were right.

You wore a black gown, with a pretty decorative necklace. Your wrists were decorated in beautiful lace cuffs that matched the rings on your right hand.

“Y/N, my word you look beautiful as ever.” The Dark One praised. “I want you to meet-”

“The Holy One, I know you...my family speaks...spoke-” you corrected yourself. “Highly of you.”

“Y/N, as I live and breathe. Old Goat Face wasn’t kidding.”

“Oh shut up and fix your bedsheet, Cloud Breath.”

You giggled as the two argued like siblings. 

“Y/N, I would like to personally apologize. I’m afraid some of my children can be quite...elite about who the let through the gates.”

You remember being thrown down the stairs, falling for a while, then landing next to a lake of lava. Of course that was a while ago.

“It’s okay...not like I was the purest soul in the world anyways.” you shrugged. 

“Sin does not define you my child, I’m sure your heart would have landed you here with me had a different angel been working that day.”

That didn’t change the fact that you were booted to hell. No one could change that even if they wanted to.

“Ah! Keigo My boy! Over here!” You watched as The Holy One waves someone over. You kept your eyes on the Dark One.

“How are you holding up, dear?”

“I’m well.” you bowed respectfully. “Sorry for not socializing enough.”

“You have nothing to be sorry about, my dear girl. As long as you are enjoying yourself.”

You smiled, about to reply when a new body came into the picture. A tall man, in a black tuxedo strode up to you, the dark, and the holy One. he was obviously an angel from his golden thin rimmed halo hanging above his head of sandy brown hair. Only instead of white wings, his were blood red. They were unlike any you’ve ever seen before. You had never seen a higher level angel before in the flesh.

“Y/N, Triple 6....this is Keigo.”

“Nice to meet you, man. Don’t let twinkle toes tell you anything about us. Demons aren’t so bad. Y/N here is proof of that.”

“Y/N huh?” you finally met his sharp eyes. His gaze held yours for what felt like an eternity. His smug expression slightly faltered as he stared at you. His lips parted slightly at the sight of you. Never in all his days had he seen such a low level demon hold such a high priestess appearance. “I’m...charmed to meet you.”

“Likewise.” you bowed your head respectfully. You had noticed a few select demons getting near you. All the upper levels seemed to glare at this Keigo person with intense hate and you were positive it wasn’t just because of the color differences. 

“You don’t have horns.”

“Excuse me?” you raised an eyebrow.

“You have no horns.” he said again, a smirk teasing his lips.

You moved your hair from in front of your forehead to reveal two little bone-ish stubs. They weren’t sharp, nor prominent like the higher-ups. You remembered the others saying you needed horns that fit you just right. They would grow...eventually. 

“Hm, Keigo, Y/N...why don’t you two go on the dancefloor?” The Holy One asked.

“With this asshole? No thanks.” you rolled your eyes. “You think just because your higher up than me, you can disrespect me?” you crossed your arms. (Read more below the break)

...

“Disrespect. Dear girl, it was merely an observation!” he looked amused at your anger.

“Don’t you smile at me.” you seethed. “I know a pompous ass when I see it.”

“Y/N, do try and calm yourself.” The Dark One put a hand on your shoulder. “I’m sure he didn’t mean it with malice.”

“Come on. What do you say.” he held out his hand. He winked.

“Only because I refuse to say no to a God twice.” you seethed.

Everyone watched as Keigo, wings spread crossed the dancefloor with you on his arm. You obviously weren’t too happy, given your first impression had already down down the drain. 

He’d better not touch Y/N if he knows what’d good for him,

Keigo of all people, dancing with a demon doesn’t surprise me.

You tried to ignore the gossip as a hand rested at the base of your spine. Keigo looked down at you, his smugness unwavering as he began move with you to the music. It was a low, slow jazzy tune with what could be described as a ‘sensual piano’ melody. 

“I really didn’t mean it the way you took it, doll.” he whispered in your ear. “But you’ve got fire, I respect that.”

“I..I’m sorry.” you sighed. “I’m just...used to people degrading me because-”

“This is so new to you.” he finished, his smile slightly faltering. “I was like that too, thousands of years ago.”

“Well I’m on year two so-” you scoffed. “It’s not that bad...I guess. Hell isn’t as bad as the books say it is.”

“Well heaven isn’t all clouds and rainbows either, doll. I’ve been banished so many times I’ve lost count.”

“Banished? I don’t understand.” you tilted your head to the side.

Keigo could see what was left of your innocent aura hanging around you. Most people who fell into the pits of hell were already long gone with no trace of human emotion or attachment. You...were different. It reminded him of...himself once upon a time.

“I’ve gone rogue. They tried to restrain me but they give keep giving me chances.” he shook his head. “That’s the think about the Cloud Kingdom, dear. They refuse to believe there are bad people in the world.” 

“Is that why...your wings are-”

‘No...that’s more of a stylistic choice...can’t let all those souls go to waste can I?” he winked. “Red suits me don’t you think.”

“Y-yes.” you replied honestly, finding it hard to lie. 

“So what about you?” he raised an eyebrow. Among the hum of the other patrons and the music, not to mention your demonic heart thumping loudly against your chest you felt Keigo’s breath on the shell of your ear. It was like he was telling you a secret. “What brings you to the pits...killing an ant by accident?”

“My application for the gates was apparently denied.”

“No why would that be.” you don’t look like the type to sin.

“Trust me.” you shook your head. “I’ve sinned more times than I can count...I guess putting a bullet in my head was the last straw.”

Keigo’s breath hitched in his throat as you told your story. You...you shot yourself? Such a small thing? You weren’t a murderer, or god forbid anything else. He felt himself silently fill with rage. You had the glow of an angel that was for sure.

“I’ve come to terms with it. Guess I wasn’t worthy.” you shrugged.

“You are always worthy.” he abruptly cut you off. “It’s these white wear wearing, cloud riding fuckers that aren’t worthy.” he seethed. ‘What other sins could you have possibly committed.”

“...The Dark One hasn’t told you?...I’m a lust demon in training.” you explained. “I used sex to fill voids when I was alive. When I couldn’t replace my pain with pleasure...kapow!” you put your fingers to your head and faked a gunshot.

“Lust demon?” Keigo raised an eyebrow. “That explains why you look so sexy tonight.” he flirted.

“Are you hitting on me?” your eyes widened.

“Depends. Do you like it?”

You hadn’t noticed that Keigo body was flush against yours. Skin to skin. You felt warm, scorching hot beneath him. That was the demon fire. 

“Y-yeah.” you nodded. “I do...wow-” you stepped back from him and fanned yourself. 

“Is everything alright?” Keigo stepped forward and laced his hands in yours. 

“What have you done to our sister?” a high priestess demoness waltzed up. She glared at Keigo who seemed unfazed, only raising an eyebrow. “Y/N, Dear are you alright?”

“I don’t know.” your chest heaved. “I feel- so...” you partially moaned.

“What has this angel scum done to our sister.” a male demon stormed up. He unfurled his dragon-esque wings. “Sister Y/N, say something.”

“I need air...I have to go outside.” you immediately walked away. Keigo, in a confused state watched you walk away.

“Sister Y/N is unwell! We must go after her.”

“She’ll be fine, we’ll know if she’s in trouble.”

Call it instinct, but he had to follow you.

[shigarakis-fifth-hand]

Shigaraki & Dabi Headcanons

Anonymous said:

What if shiggy or dabi have a sort of spoiled princess type s/o? 💖💖

warning: daddy kink, other kinks, Shigaraki being vulnerable

Dabi

He loves it

Hands down, it’s the best to have a cute girl that he has full control over

You love to act like he doesn’t, but just admit it

You’re his little pet

Yes, he teases you and “bullies” you a little

But he loves it when you whine and he gets to do something about it

One word. Punishment.

You’re his princess, and he loves giving you pet names

“Princess”

“Baby Girl”

“Angel”

You’re his favorite person, and he loves treating you like a kid

You’re pouty and always stubborn, but lucky for you he knows what to do

Pin you up against the wall, put your hands above your head, and whisper softly

He can see the chills run down your spine, and the goosebumps you get when you feel his hot breath on your tender neck

Teasing you is a daily hobby of his, and you’re obsessed

Whether you end up storming out or not, you always end up coming back for more

You like being spoiled, and happen to be very kinky when it comes to pain

Everything combines together to make the perfect relationship for you two

Shigaraki

The moment he met you, he became obsessed with you beyond anyone’s imagination

You’re a goddess, gorgeous and absolutely flawless in every way

He feels the desperate need to worship you’re every move, and wait on you hand-and-foot

The League didn’t know what hit them the night he brought you home, and everyone’s life changed forever

Around everyone else, Shigaraki was mostly silent, shooing everyone away and glaring bullets into your soul

Around you, and only when you’re alone, he kisses your every inch

He praises everything about you, runs his hands through your hair, massages your feet, and feels special just to be in the same room as you

He would never let it show in public, but the entire League can hear the way he talks to you

Calling you the sweetest and most purest of names

“Cutie”

“Baby”

“Darling”

Anything you wouldn’t expect, he does with you

He may be obsessed with you, but you have to admit...

You feel the same way about him.

[illegiblewords]

ILLEGIBLE’S TOTALLY SUBJECTIVE FAVORITE EORZEA COLLECTION DESIGNS: MALE

I’ve mentioned in the past, the main thing that made me start playing FFXIV properly was seeing people’s character designs. I’m still honestly blown away by the creativity and range of approaches people bring to this game, so I’ve decided to be an absolute madwoman and break my favorites into subcategories to share with anyone curious.

And to be clear. I’m not going to do something so broad as “oh top ten in-general :3″ because that would be sensible. No, I’m going to do it for all the current combat jobs. And all the current races. And different genders within the races and combat jobs as things stand. And I’m going to make a model-focus subcategory. And there are gonna be LOTS. Because I seriously cannot understate how inspired I’ve been by this community, and after however many years I just feel the need to vomit some incredible visuals I’ve encountered at you guys lol.

NOTE: In an abundance of caution, I want to stress this list isn’t a value judgment on anyone but a fragment of things that blew me personally away. Looking at the DRK sections it will be immediately clear that I Illegible really like that edgy dark knight aesthetic lmao, but there are plenty of non-edgy dark knights that I also love to bits. Other people might not like edgy dark knights. Due to a combination of size and search constraints plus trying to keep gear somewhat varied, these glamours are just what wound up on this particular list of mine. I could make another list one day. Other people can make lists too that are totally different.

Also, I was originally going to make a single post that went over male and female options presented in the character creator but straight up tumblr wouldn’t let me save because it got too big. You can see the female character post here.

And without further ado, let us begin.

COMBAT JOB GLAMOURS

PALADIN

- A Sinner’s Call by Skollhati Wolfhead

- Divine Judgment by Seth Alexander

- Chevalier by Avenaux Dzemael

- Holy Blade of the Goddesses by Lys Aludra 

- Metal Against the Clouds by Leon Aquitaine

- Spiky Paladin by Hunty Tohsaka

- Ishgardian Nightwatch by Leon Aquitaine

- The Centurion by Kaien Shimazu 

- Veteran Knight by Jax Shadowbane

- Archadian Magister: Chaos, Walker of the Wheel by Callum Crossy

WARRIOR

- Coerthan Berserker by Xennon Song

- Skullrender by Xennon Song

- Red Maw by Remearus Maes

- Mistbeard’s Guardian by Galandor Atreides

- Ash Fender by Keiteaux Kisarre

- Wandering Beast by Jax Shadowbane

- Battle Worn by Lyrus Omega 

- At The End Of All Things by Leon Aquitaine

- Demon Warrior by Ravian Ild

- Chieftain by Topher Kyo 

DARK KNIGHT

- The Deepshadow by Erin Arckanger

- Nightmare of the Paragons by Papa Cool'down

- The Oathkeeper by Dividus Yliaster

- Deus Knight by Dan Var

- Rage Awakened Final Mix by Fortnite Ninja

- Bale by Xennon Song

- Vampire Baron Knight by Lud Wachtel

- Gothic Souls by Krosah Makara

- Lunarian Knight by Xennon Song

- The Descendent of Ascians by Skyion Skytiel

GUNBREAKER

- Soot-Scaled Striker by Callum Crossy

- Unbound Hecatonchires by Callum Crossy

- The Lone Gunbreaker by Sir Owl

- Alliance Commander by Nova Kie

- Gunblade of the Lost by Ludin Hreitharr

- The Filibreaker by Atticus Averbach

- Neo-Skallic Guardian by Leon Aquitaine

- A bulwark in brass and steam by Filibert Lilibert 

- Plains Tribe Rite of Passage by Filibert Lilibert 

- Spaceage cowboy by Phon Fawn

DRAGOON

- A Slumbering God’s Herald by Lud Wachtel 

- The Elder Primals - Neath Dark Waters by Cassius Toledo

- The Occupied Drow City of Skalla by Leon Aquitaine

- Dravanian Viking by Sarafina Vadre

- The Wolf by J'roric Citlalloh

- Tribal Hrothgar Dragoon by Noxelus Virmire

- whitewind by Chiceneaux Selechant

- Edensguard by Kyo Ise

- Dragonblood Knight by Sylvaire Catrevaut

- Mercenary in Mixed Metals by Filibert Lilibert 

SAMURAI

- The Dragon of Doma by Ky Tanimura

- Shadow of the Shifting Sands by Dai Tachibana

- Homura by Remearus Maes

- Monster Slayer by Kaien Shimazu

- Good Hunting by Remearus Maes

- Jury by Remearus Maes

- Ronin of the Steppe by Remearus Maes

- Dominicus Secutor by Remearus Maes

- Warg Samu by Fena Mizu

- White Dragon by The Solideizer

NINJA

- Armored Ninja by Ludger Magniar

- Desert Scar by Magnus Wolfwood

- Righteous Assassin by Lys Aludra

- Classic Shinobi Traditional Ninja Garb by Mog Champ

- White Dragon by King Resh

- Deadly Emissary by Lys Aludra

- night’s blessed by Chiceneaux Selechant

- Umbral Blade by Arik Nergui

- Ascianssin by Dragoon Scythe

- Wolf of Twelveswood by Punch Mage

MONK

- Fists of the Sun by Alois Lefleur

- Inner Beast by T'yan Ardeo

- Vathliege Samurai by Austen Bloodspatter

- Ala Mhigan Monk by D'jango Dojango

- Bozjan Brawler by Sahl Suh

- Liberator by Thriced Talon

- Flightless Hawk by Remearus Maes

- Firebrand by Lys Aludra

- Debugging in Process by Uskhal Dalamiq

- Falling Eagle by Feather Relanah

BARD

- Reaper-Inspired Bard by Flower Blossom

- Purest arrow by Lys Aludra

- Hunter of Lost Souls by Sahl Suh

- Bloodsinger by Lys Aludra

- Wanderer of the Past by Nyuki Dewinter

- Maelstrom Song by J'roric Citlalloh

- Sand Hunter by R'yo Aderyd

- Tactical Automaton by Lys Aludra

- Ballads of Azim Steppe by T'yan Ardeo

- Violet Archer by T'yan Ardeo

DANCER

- Flying Guillotine by Punch Mage

- Shadowed Step by Callum Crossy

- Rift Crusader by Onuki Saiga

- Prince Ali by Leisha Aysheen

- Battle Dancer by Ray Stormbringer

- Paglth’an Dancer by Vib'e Cheque

- Waterfall Adagio by T'yan Ardeo

- Memories of a Silhouette by Damien Cavalier 

- Midnight Mint by Violet Wooden

- The Dancing Plague by Geraltus D'doritus

MACHINIST

- Fran - Chase by Goelia Sarantia

- Gunslinger by Lys Aludra

- Well-Stocked Sky Pirate by Sari Mogari

- Bozjan Ops by Ilium Lavendeer

- Wild Western Demon Hunter by Mori Sumire

- High Class, High Seas by Yannick Ostheimer

- Onmyo Bullet by Uskhal Dalamiq

- The Wanderer by Dividus Yliaster

- Wildfire by Lys Aludra

- Intrepid Expeditioner by Brazen Elk

BLACK MAGE

- Bohemian Mage by Darmoreaux Lestrange

-  Bonewicca Cultist by Baruk Twinfang

- Chosen of Thal by Jophrey Lethe

- Abyssal Wizard by Jarvis Brakkenwork

- Summer Augurer by Uskhal Dalamiq

- the dark wizard by Eldar Claymore

- Masque of the Red Death by Junius Naenia

- Desert Cultist by Mayo Takoyaki

- Herald of the Zodiac - Geminis by Leisha Aysheen

- Herald of the Zodiac - Aries by Leisha Aysheen

SUMMONER

- Desert Emperor by Nilla Balthasva

- Arch Demon Summoner by Demnoc Crohn

- Verbatim by Twitch Prime

- Shinshoku by Callum Crossy

- The Fool by Bruno Brecher

- The Wandering Mage by Camilla Croft 

- Gilded Evoker by Zionek Aurum

- Ensorceled Evoker by Haereidin Doeszwynsyn

- Dusk Groom by J'roric Citlalloh

- Deepwood wanderer by Lys Aludra

RED MAGE

- Vagabond Prince by Falion D'erenian

- Ronkan Cultist by J'roric Citlalloh

- Desert Scout by Frahn Loxner'et

- The Goblin King by Leon Aquitaine

- Summoned Guardian by Leon Aquitaine

- Eastern Red Mage by Red Grande

- Royal Rose by Zanel Slayer 

- dual wielding swords by Kiraster Alroumi

- Steampunk Red Mage by Ry Tempester

- Reiterpallasch Hunter by J'roric Citlalloh

- Stroll in the snow by Riv'ir Gwyn

WHITE MAGE

- Winter Druid by Uskhal Dalamiq

- Herald of the Light by Kazek Amilia

- Desert White Mage by Iosen Juan

- Menphina’s Beloved by Puk'a Sweetfellow

- The Ill-fated Doctor by Charybdis K'reon

- The Doc by Denmo Mcstronghuge

- Minion Masquerade- Anima by Aetherflow Media

- cold front by Chiceneaux Selechant

- Secret Keeper by Feather Relanah

- Forest Mage by Sylviel Terrechant

SCHOLAR

- Studium Provost by Uskhal Dalamiq

- Field Medic by Seyo Senpai

- Stayin Classy Highlander Scholar by Aetherflow Media

- Writer of Fates by Olli Cannoli

- Secret of Nym by Nicky Tilmit

- Scholar of the Wilds by Sohk'yon Ayhan

- The First Cartographer by Edeon Vails

- Warg Sage by Ricola Tesla

- Dark Eastern Healer by Teru Nashira

- Sad Angel by Liam Gray

ASTROLOGIAN

- Jewel in the Sands by Vosric Oros

- Oracle of the East by Zyrus Highwind

- Golden Sun by Jarvis Brakkenwork

- Dalamiq Seer by Uskhal Dalamiq

- Misfortune Teller by Sahl Suh

- The Red Card by Yujin Seo

- Forgiven Soothsayer by Mongoose Mandolin

- Catharsis by Edeon Vails

- Proud Wave by Khurt Wagner

- Alpha Reticulii by R'yo Aderyd

BLUE MAGE

- King by Ray Fontelon

- Imposter Red Mage by Jarvis Brakkenwork

- Le Cirque Du Rosier by Callum Crossy

- Cobalt Enchanter by Tyo'li Wolndara

- Blubomb by Frahn Loxner'et 

RACE GLAMOUR SPILLOVER

HYUR MIDANDER

- Faraam by Remearus Maes

- Gate Keeper by Remearus Maes

- The Guardian by Kizake Hayashi

- Mistbeard by Remearus Maes

- Blood Hunter by Lys Aludra

- Jiangshi by Dezel Windriders

- Alliance Salvager by Remearus Maes

- Edengrace Conqueror by Lys Aludra

- Bozjan Rampage by Xennon Song

- Northern Banneret by Lys Aludra

FAVORITE MODELS:

- Fists of the Sun by Alois Lefleur

- Ronin of the Steppe by Remearus Maes

- Armored Ninja by Ludger Magniar

- Vagabond Prince by Falion D'erenian

- Bloodsinger by Lys Aludra

HYUR HIGHLANDER

- From Darkness Comes Light by Niran Ashbel

- Black Wolf by Night Mazino

- Murderous School Bus by Night Mazino

- Desperado Breaker by Julies Solomon

- WW2 Pilot by Orillion Aldoreel

- Demon Hunter by Duffy Gelatoni

- Maelstrom Duelist by Roscoe Rackham

- Black Dragon by Lophen Leif 

- Weathered Wanderer by Goro Yamaguchi

- Ravager by Night Mazino

FAVORITE MODELS:

- Jewel in the Sands by Vosric Oros

- Murderous School Bus by Night Mazino

- Desert White Mage by Iosen Juan

- Stayin Classy Highlander Scholar by Aetherflow Media

- Dravanian Viking by Sarafina Vadre

ELEZEN

- Lost Thief by Kaunoet Tyshatont

- Princely Protector by Liam Gray

- Cold Mornings, Warm Hearts by Leon Aquitaine

- I don’t know what a swash is but I’m buckling it by Raythe Ondore

- Peregrine by Yannick Ostheimer

- Obsidian and Blood by Leon Aquitaine

- Obsidian Gold by Arius Althea 

- Purple Mage by Kaunoet Tyshatont

- Lord Archer by Mori Sumire

- Angel of Temperance by Agana Belea

FAVORITE MODELS:

- cold front by Chiceneaux Selechant

- Angel of Temperance by Agana Belea

- Lost Thief by Kaunoet Tyshatont

- Oracle of the East by Zyrus Highwind

- Ishgardian Nightwatch by Leon Aquitaine

LALAFELL

- Berserker by Munchkin Doofus

- Crimson Dragoon by Janaan Fabre

- Tiny Fist by Barca Ul'nanaca

- Chimera Dragoon by Janaan Fabre

- Royal n’ Loyal by Janaan Fabre

- Manor Estoqueur by Lia Tales

- Stargazer by Ikki Kohi

- Hazardous Caster by Astrancea Quasar'ae

- White Wolf Healer by Pickle Nibbler

- Bard of the Forest by Ryker Nightingale

FAVORITE MODELS:

- Stargazer by Ikki Kohi

- White Wolf Healer by Pickle Nibbler

- Well-Stocked Sky Pirate by Sari Mogari

- Tiny Fist by Barca Ul'nanaca

- Plains Tribe Rite of Passage by Filibert Lilibert

MIQO’TE

- Fran - Be Quiet by Goelia Sarantia

- The Assassin by Akira Tia

- Warrior of the Sands by U'zolwe Tia

- The Silencer by Grayson Foxworthy

-  nemesis by M'rhene Tia

- Caecius by Callum Crossy

- The Imperial by Rein Drops

- Storm Duelist by K'aihx Nianh

- Cyber Mage by L'unick Tia

- T-53M: Omega by Lib'ra Jarilo

FAVORITE MODELS:

- Fran - Be Quiet by Goelia Sarantia

- Ala Mhigan Monk by D'jango Dojango

- Cobalt Enchanter by Tyo'li Wolndara

- Edensguard by Kyo Ise

- Maelstrom Song by J'roric Citlalloh

ROEGADYN

- Sin Eater Forgiven Wrath by Arkhon Dullgaroth

- Platebreaker by Biggus Dickkus

- Berzerker Warrior by Cata Clysm

- Dravanian Shadow Knight by Galandor Atreides

- Santa Claus by Aetherflow Media

- Knight of the East by Galandor Atreides

- Roegadyn Samurai by Raiden Hagane

- The Real Barbarian by Milla Lariswind

- The Discipulus by Haereidin Doeszwynsyn

- Cactpot Crackpot by Kaemin Moore

FAVORITE MODELS:

- Knight of the East by Galandor Atreides

- Flying Guillotine by Punch Mage

- The Fool by Bruno Brecher

- Battle Claus by Bard Bro

- The Real Barbarian by Milla Lariswind

AU RA

- Fatewalker by Kaien Shimazu

- Combat Casual by Arik Nergui

- Suzaku’s Champion by Uskhal Dalamiq 

- Herald of the Zodiac - Taurus by Leisha Aysheen

- The Anti-Paladin by Bastion Blackwater

- Zero by Ace Valstra'liah

- Elegant Duelist by Yoni Neel

- Herald of the Zodiac - Pisces by Leisha Aysheen

- Valkyrie by Rogan Hunter

- Devout of the Sun by Uskhal Dalamiq

FAVORITE MODELS:

- Herald of the Zodiac - Pisces by Leisha Aysheen

- Combat Casual by Arik Nergui

- Samurai of Alexander by Ky Tanimura

- Winter Druid by Uskhal Dalamiq

- Herald of the Zodiac - Geminis by Leisha Aysheen

HROTHGAR

- Snowfall by Ese Pajic

- Heavy by Radio Jackun 

- Defender of the Forest by Hana Kagura

- Risen Dynasty by Zeth Xerval

- Forgiven Pride by Yoshi Pendragon

- Queen’s Guard by Sahl Suh

- Lord of Umbral Pyre by Stahlhart Vahn'reiz

- Jade Maw by Shin Okusawa

- Einherjar by Baruk Twinfang

- The Exorcist by Haereidin Doeszwynsyn

FAVORITE MODELS:

- Heavy by Radio Jackun

- Tribal Hrothgar Dragoon by Noxelus Virmire

- Gunblade of the Lost by Ludin Hreitharr

- Desert Scar by Magnus Wolfwood

- Risen Dynasty by Zeth Xerval

[clairenatural]

Suptober 2020, Day 16: Switch it Up! (600 words, destiel, the barn meeting but reverse!verse except also with demon!dean for some extra fun)

The barn doors crash open and the man–the creature–storms in. Before either of the brothers can react the creature flicks its wrist, sending Gabriel flying across the room and crashing into a wall. Castiel shoots, several times, but the bullets only serve to irritate it. He's about to grab his knife and charge when the guy–thing–steps into a devil's trap. "Son of a bitch," it grumbles, but stops advancing. Instead, it fixes Castiel with an icy glare.

"Devil's trap? Really? That's how you're gonna repay the guy who just broke you out of hell?"

“It’s how I repay the guy who just threw my brother across the room.”

The creature rolls its eyes. “He’ll be fine.” From behind him Gabriel groans, proving his statement. “I just needed him to shut up so I could talk to you.”

“You’re a demon.” Castiel isn’t sure if it’s a question or a statement.

The man's green eyes flick to black. He grins. "Baby, I'm a Knight of Hell. Which means that knife won’t work, by the way." Castiel glances at the knife by his side, his hand still on the hilt. "Who else do you think would've dragged your sorry ass out of there?"

At this, Castiel stiffens. Involuntarily, his hand goes to the cross hanging around his neck. The demon tracks his movement, raises his eyebrows–and laughs. "What, you–you thought someone upstairs saved you?" Castiel refuses to look at him. "You think, what? You deserved to be saved by God himself? That you're on some holy mission?" He's still laughing. "Oh, this is good."

Castiel swallows, thickly, and looks up just in time to see the demon step to the very edge of the devil’s trap. They’re almost nose-to-nose, and Castiel’s about to stab him anyway, but the demon speaks–a low voice Castiel hasn’t heard before–and it stops him in his tracks.

"That's your problem, Cas–you have too much faith." The black clears from his eyes, and Castiel finds himself staring into endless green. For just a moment, he forgets that the creature in front of him is one of the purest forms of evil Hell can muster. 

"Who are you?" He breathes. The demon smiles.

"Dean."

"Is that your name, or the man you're possessing's?"

"Does it matter? He was a poor mechanic from Kansas."

"Let him go," Castiel commands, but Dean just sighs.

"Don't get your righteous panties in a twist, alright? He was in a car crash a few days ago. He's brain dead."

"How very courteous of you," Castiel bites back, refusing to admit that it’s a consideration he wouldn’t have expected from a demon.

"I couldn't let a meat suit this pretty go to waste, could I?" Dean winks, and Castiel suddenly remembers they're only a few inches apart. Quickly, he steps back, praying Dean hadn’t noticed the redness on his cheeks. By the smirk on the demon's face, he definitely had.

"I won't do Hell's work," Castiel changes the subject back to the more important matter. 

The demon rolls his eyes again. "Not asking you to, buddy."

"Then why did you pull me back up here?"

"Newsflash, angel boy. God's gone. The angels don't care about you, and Hell ain't what she used to be. So you and me? We're tearing it all down."

Castiel scoffs. He takes another step back, incredulous, and considers Dean closely. If he didn’t know better, he’d think there was something close to desperation there. 

Behind him, Gabriel starts to sit up. Castiel immediately trains his salt gun back on the demon, but he doesn’t even move, and for some reason that loosens a bit of the distrust in Castiel’s chest. 

He sighs and lowers himself to the ground, settling cross-legged a few feet from the devil’s trap. “Fine,” he grits out, and Dean grins. “I’m listening.”

[fruitylathos]

Hello! This is part five of my @swellio inspired post. Here’s part four for anyone interested ♡.° this one is the last part soooo!! Yeah it was fun.

11. “Smiles that last long” this is their thing guys. Look how happy Dean is, I hate them. He literally doesn’t give such bright smiles to anyone else, they’re only for cas, only when they’re alone or too drunk to notice sams standing right there.

12. “Small touches” as I’ve mentioned before (part two) dean and cas have a tendency of touching each other - like all the times. Deans touches are always so soft and delicate, the person in front of him is literally a celestial being, gods soldier and an angel who could tore apart anyone in seconds... but dean doesn’t see them like that. “You’re a baby in a trench coat” “Huggy bears” “Sunshine” - Dean views him differently than the rest, to him cas is just a small guy with a big heart that happens to have extraordinary powers “...Cas is like a talking dog” (referring to scooby doo aka the dog he’d take a bullet for cough cough). Just as, to cas, dean is the purest and most loving man hes ever met.

[mrssimply]

Angels, demons, and all that jazz.

Ok. We decided to create a prompt channel on the Guardian of the Cyberpunk Server. I knew it was a bad idea, for me. But I just CAN'T resist damnit.

So here was the prompt: If you believe in angels, you have to believe in demons too.

And here is what I wrote (SFW, loose fusion with Good Omens, it's mostly funny):

V’s mother used to tell him about guardian angels before he went to bed. She said that everyone got one, and that they were with you every time of the day, helping you, looking after you. And that you could pray to them for guidance or strength.

So V always believed he had a guardian angel. But by God. He never would have thought his would be like this.

“Are you really sure you’re my guardian angel?” V still asked for the tenth time as he saw the supernatural being purposefully make the TV change channel every ten seconds. They were currently at Tom’s dinner, having just met with Takemura. V had started seeing the angel after dying. Bullet to the brain, courtesy of Dexter DeShawn.

“Sure I’m your angel,” the being replied, all grinning teeth and a cocky attitude.

The waiter was slowly getting crazy over the TV, trying to understand what was happening.

“Don’t I look like an angel?” the agent of heaven asked with a side glance before shutting the TV off altogether.

“Well, you’ve got no wings,” V remarked.

With a smug smile, the being leaned forward and suddenly, four wings appeared behind him, spaning from one edge of the bench to the other. They looked like they were made of the purest chrome, glinting with an ethereal light that came from nowhere. The feathers looked like they could cut through concrete easily, but at the same time, V couldn’t help but want to touch them for how delicate they looked. Like lacework. The young man closed his hand and the being saw it. With a smirk, he made the wings disappear and leaned back on the bench, putting his boots on the table.

V had understood early on that no one but him could see the angel.

“So, how are we going to fix this mess, V?” The supernatural creature wondered with a drawl, hands resting behind his head.

“It’s your fuckin’ mess,” the merc retorted, “you were supposed to save me from that, remember?”

“Eh, well, I was busy with a demon. And I told you, I can’t really do shit. I’m just here to guide you and all. You gotta save yourself, blah blah blah.”

V rolled his eyes and drank from his shitty coffee. He had no fucking clue where to start fixing the shit he was in. He wasn’t even sure what exactly he was supposed to fix: Dexter was dead, and apart from Takemura and Evelyn, he had no trail to follow. So he concentrated on something else.

“Yes, you told me about that demon. Just have a hard time believing they exist.”

“Hey, if you believe in angels, you gotta believe in demons, too.”

And he couldn’t really retort to that.

“Ok so, what kind of demon was it?”

“The worse kind.”

“Which means?”

And the angel’s smirk deepened. Something mischievous twinkled in his eyes.

“Well, better see for yourself. Come on!”

And he got out of the booth before sauntering out of the dinner. With a long-suffering sigh, and a thought for his mother – rest her soul – V followed.

---------------

“A demon lives here?” V asked, suspicious as they approached the villa.

“Yep.”

“Demons need houses?”

“That’s their technic, they blend with humans. Easier to tempt them that way.”

“Ok but… Why are we going to meet a demon exactly?” V continued to question as the angel guided him to hop over the concrete wall surrounding the property.

“Because you wanted to know what demons are, and I happen to know him very well.”

V paused, opened his mouth to say something then decided against it. He trotted to catch up with the supernatural being.

“Were you with this being when you were supposed to protect me?” V suddenly asked, struck by divine inspiration – ah!

The angel looked deeply uncomfortable.

“Maybe.”

V caught the angel by the arm. The left one was made of metal, like his wings. V hadn’t known angels could lose limbs.

“Are you kidding me?”

“I told you, he is the worst kind! Always enticing and teasing and being you know…” and he fluidly moved his hips to show V, who blinked.

“Wait, wait, wait,” V started. He took a breath. “Are you saying what I’m thinking you’re saying? Were you with that demon when I died. Wait, can you even fuck?”

“Yes I was with that demon, no we don’t do something as trivial as fucking. What we have goes way beyond what you human experience,” the angel replied but even though his wings were not visible, V had the distinct impression he had ruffled the heavenly agent’s feathers. He snorted.

“Sure.”

“Hey, you know, maybe he can help, because if his plan was to tempt me into skipping my duties, he might know who wants you dead.”

And with that, the angel sauntered to the doorbell and pointedly looked at V to ring it.

“How do you do when you visit him?”

“We meet on another existential plan. Stop asking questions.”

V rolled his eyes again. He was doing this a lot since the angel had appeared. Still, with nothing better to do, he rang the bell, and they waited for a moment.

Then the door opened, and V’s jaw hit the floor. Because behind the door was Kerry Eurodyne, international rockstar and V’s crush as a teenager.

“Fuck.”

[shadowywerewolfqueen]

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For Suptober Day 23.

“Sam, I can’t just tell Cas how I feel! What if he doesn’t feel the same way? We are roommates and I can’t afford for Cas to leave because he doesn’t want to be around me,” Dean said, laying on his bed while talking to his brother.

“If Cas’ money is the only reason why you want him as a roommate, then maybe he should leave,” Sam replied.

“Ugh, of course that’s not the only reason why I like having Cas around! The dude might be my roommate but he’s also my best friend! I can’t risk telling Cas the truth and losing him. I don’t know what I’d do without Cas,” Dean exclaimed, annoyed that his brother would insinuate that he only liked Cas for his money.

“Woah, dude, calm down! I didn’t mean to upset you. Dean, you’ve been crushing on Cas for years and you still haven’t made a move. If you don’t, someone else will,” Sam pointed out.

Dean groaned. “You don’t think I don’t know that! Hell, Crowley, Balthazar, and Meg have all asked him out multiple times. Thankfully, he’s turned all of them down.”

“So, what happens when he finally says yes to somebody?” Sam asked.

Dean buried his face in his pillow and screamed. When he was done, he answered his brother’s question. “Get really jealous and probably give the person the stink eye anytime they are around Cas.”

Dean could practically see the bitch face he knew Sam was giving him. “Exactly, so why don’t you grow a pair and tell Cas how you feel!”

“I don’t even know what to tell him!”

“Why don’t you make a list of all the things you like about Cas. Pick out a couple and come up with a way to spend some together focused around those things. Then, maybe hint at the possibility of it being a date and see how Cas reacts,” Sam suggested.

Dean frowned. “Dude, that sounds so fucking girly!”

“Then keep pining like a lovesick teenager and don’t ask me for anymore help,” Sam said, obviously annoyed.

“Fine, don’t get your panties in a knot. I’ll try, but we both know that all this mushy crap isn’t my thing,” Dean said.

“Well, if you want Cas to be your boyfriend, then you better make it your thing. Look, I’ve gotta go, but I’ll talk to you later. Love you,” Sam said.

“Yeah, alright. Love you too and good luck on your test.”

“Thanks Dean, bye jerk.”

“Bye bitch,” Dean replied, softly. He dropped his phone on the bed and lay there, contemplating if he could just jump in a hole and let it swallow him. He finally rolled out of bed and walked over to his desk. He grabbed a pen and paper and started writing.

A few days later, Castiel walked into the apartment he shared with Dean. He headed into the kitchen and grabbed a soda from the fridge. He drank half of it before walking to his bedroom and grabbing his overflowing laundry basket. He paused by Dean’s door before deciding to see if Dean had any dirty clothes. He opened the door and walked inside. He grabbed the few clothes he saw lying on the floor and then walked to Dean’s desk to grab the shirt that was lying on top. 

He picked the shirt up and something flew onto the floor. Cas went to drop the clothes into his basket before walking back into the room. He picked the piece of paper up and was surprised to see his name written on it. His curiosity was too strong to be ignored. As he read, his eyes widened with every bullet point.

My Cas List aka All My Favorite Things About My Roommate/Best Friend/Guy I’m In Love With

His hair. I love how it’s shining black, almost like a raven’s wings. Also love how no matter how hard he tries to make it lie flat, it always gives him a perpetually just got laid look.

His eyes. Holy shit, I could write an entire essay on Cas’ eyes. They are the deepest, purest, most gorgeous fucking blue I’ve ever seen. They remind me of the ocean when the sun is reflecting off the water.

His smile. I mean his real smile, where his gums show and his eyes and nose scrunch up. I love it so much because he rarely smiles that big. It’s like a freakin ray of sunshine! Although, I’ve noticed he smiles a lot like that when we hang out. Ha, suck it Crowley!

His body! Man Cas, has a killer fucking body with those broad shoulders, flat stomach, and them thighs! Oh my God, he could crush a watermelon with those things. Hell, I wish he would crush me with them. And he’s got a pretty impressive cock (what can I say, I was a peeping Tom a few times!) I wish I knew what it felt like to have it buried in my ass, man I bet he would fill me up just right!

His hands! He’s got huge ass hands and man I love to just watch him pick shit up. When he touches me with them, I get goosebumps all over. I just wished he’d touch me more often with them.

His voice. Whiskey on gravel and man the things it does to me! Man, what I would give to be in bed with Cas and have him order me around with that voice of his. Ughh, I get hard just thinking about it.

His fascination with bees. He’s so passionate and I love listening to him talk about how important they are for the environment and how they make their honey. I might not love bees, but I would listen to Cas all day because when he talks his eyes light up and he gets one of his gummy smiles.

His utter lack of understanding of pop culture references. I mean he literally gets none of my references but that just means I get to educate him. I love our movie marathon weekends because of all the time I get to spend with him!

He can’t cook worth a shit! That just means he loves my cooking all the more, especially my burgers! They make him very happy haha.

His baking skills! Dude might burn spaghetti noodles but he makes the best darn pies, cakes, and cookies I’ve ever tasted! The best thing in the world is coming home to a freshly baked apple pie made by Cas. It’s even better than Ellen’s (not that I would tell her that.)

He loves Sam as much as I do! Sammy means the world to me and to know that Cas loves him and treats him like his own brother means everything! Cas will hang out with Sam just as much as me and that earns major brownie points in my book!

He knows nothing about cars but he loves Baby! Enough said!

He loves animals. I never thought I would enjoy giving up a couple Saturday’s a month to go volunteer at the humane society but boy do I love it! I think I’ll ask Cas about adopting a pet and see what he says. I bet he’ll say yes.

His head tilts when he’s confused. It’s just so damn cute.

That damn trench coat of his. He’s the only person in the world who looks so darn sexy in a plain brown coat.

The fact that he will steal my clothes and wear them before wearing his own. God he looks sexy when he wears my stuff.

All the times we spend hanging out. Cas is always down to do anything whether it's going to the arcade, or the zoo or a football game. Hell we spent an entire day at a car museum and then at a natural history museum just so we could do what each other likes! Besides Sam, there’s no other person I would want to hang out with.

His personality! Wow, that’s a huge one but it’s true. Cas is the most caring, thoughtful, loyal, smart, funny, kind, awesome, brave, generous, etc, etc. Cas is the best friend a guy could ask for and I can’t imagine not having him in my life. He’s a freaking angel and I just wished I deserved him. I wish I had the freaking nerve to tell him how I feel because getting to spend the rest of my life with someone as amazing as Cas is better than all the free burgers and pie in the world.

I could keep going but my hand is getting tired and I’ve got work to get to or else Bobby will have my hide. Maybe, one day, I’ll actually show this to Cas but probably not. I only did this because Sam suggested it would help come up with a way to ask Cas out, but all it’s done is made me realize why I don’t deserve him in the first place.

Cas plopped down on Dean’s bed and just stared at the note, unable to believe what he just read. He sat there for nearly ten minutes trying to process his thoughts. Finally, he grabbed a piece of paper off Dean’s desk and started writing a letter of his own.

“Cas, I’m home! I figured I would make my burgers for dinner along with some homemade fries. Afterwards, we can watch that bee documentary you recorded,” Dean called as he headed to the kitchen. He smiled when he saw his friend sitting at the table, a cup of hot tea nestled between his hands. Cas had a real fondness for the stuff.

“Hello Dean,” Cas said.

Dean paused, Cas’ tone not the pleasant sound it normally was. “Uh, everything alright?”

Cas nodded and took a sip of his drink. “It is.” He sat his cup back down before reaching into his pocket and taking a piece of paper out. He unfolded it and slid it to the opposite side of the table. “Sit down, and read this please.”

Dean couldn’t help but eye his roommate as he took a seat and grabbed the paper. The blood drained from his face when he read the top line.

All My Favorite Things About My Favorite Person aka The Person I’m In Love With

Dean’s stomach was in knots as he looked at Cas. “Uh, what is this?”

“Just read it Dean,” Cas replied.

Dean sighed before looking at the paper once more.

       1. His looks. I am a sucker for blonde hair and he has dark golden locks that always seem to lie perfectly even when he just runs his fingers through it. His eyes are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. They are like a forest on a warm spring day.        2. His laugh. He doesn’t laugh overly much but when he does, he has a smile that lights up his face and his whole body shakes with joy. I could listen to his laugh from sunrise to sunset. I’ve noticed he laughs a lot around me and it always makes my heart beat faster when I hear it.        3. His body! The Greek sculptors couldn’t find a better specimen if they looked. He has the perfect face with plump lips, high cheekbones, and a strong jaw. Then he’s got wonderfully muscled shoulders, a wide chest, a toned stomach, and bow legs (which I find freaking adorable. I may or may not have seen his cock which is extremely impressive and I dream about wrapping my mouth around it and bringing him to orgasm.

Dean couldn’t help his thoughts as he read. “This dude sounds perfect but hell, I’ve got all of that. I mean my hair may not be gold and my eyes are just a plain green but I’ve got a pretty good body. I definitely have the damn bow legs and my dick is pretty spectacular.” He continued reading.

       4. Did I mention his bow legs? I know he hates them, but I think it just adds  to his overall physique. I wouldn’t mind having them wrapped around me any day!

       5. His voice. When he sings, it’s like water running over rocks. It’s clear and smooth and I wish he'd sing more often!

       6. His love of cars! He’s got the most awesome vintage car in the world and there’s nothing better than just going on long drives in her. I can spend hours listening to him talk about cars even if I don’t have a fucking clue what he’s talking about.

Dean tried to keep the scowl from his face as he thought, “Now wait a damn minute! Baby is the best car in the world and whoever this guy is can bite me! Maybe Cas doesn’t like Baby as much as I thought. I guess he was just pretending about enjoying our car rides together.”

       7. His ridiculous amount of knowledge about all pop culture related things. I don’t think he can say more than three sentences without referencing a movie, or TV show, or band. It’s ridiculous and sometimes talking to him is like trying to learn a foreign language! But that just gives me all the more reasons to have movie marathons with him so that maybe one day, I can be as savvy as he is.

       8. His obsession with cowboys! The man dresses as Clint Eastwood every year for Halloween! Need I say more?

Dean glanced at Cas, but he was looking to the side towards the kitchen window. “I want to meet this dude and show him I know more about pop culture than he ever could! I also bet my Clint Eastwood costume is better! I don’t understand why Cas is so caught up on this dude! I have all of this and I bet I do it better!”

       9. His cooking! If I could only eat his burgers for the rest of my life, I’d die a happy man!

“I thought my burgers were the best, though! Cas has said multiple times how they’re practically orgasmic,” Dean said inside his head.

       10. His love of sweets, especially pie! He would live on pie if he could and I love to spend all day baking sweets and watch him enjoy the fruits of my labor!

       11. He’s a family man and loves his brother with everything he has! They have one of the strongest sibling bonds I’ve ever seen and I’m so happy they took me in and include me in all their adventures.

       12. He knows nothing about bees but will listen to me ramble about them all day. He gets this almost dreamy look as he listens and it makes my heart melt to know that he pays attention even if it isn’t his thing.

Dean frowned as he thought, “I fucking enjoy Cas’ baking and I will listen to him all damn day talk about bees! Why is Cas so hung up on this dude when I’ll do all the same shit! What if Sam was right and Cas got tired of waiting for me, so found someone else that was a lot like me?”

       13. He loves coming to the animal shelter with me! He didn’t at first but now he never says no! Maybe one day, we’ll have our very own dog or cat.

       14. He has this small pudge above his waist from all the burgers and pie he eats that won’t go away no matter what! Again he hates it, but it’s the comfiest spot to rest my head on when we’re lying on the couch together.

Dean dropped his hand to his stomach and pushed against his own small pooch. Cas always used it for a pillow, but this mystery guy’s must be better. Since when did Cas go to the animal shelter with anybody but Dean? Dean thought it was their thing, but obviously he was wrong.

       15. His love of all things plaid! Like I’m pretty sure his wardrobe is 90% flannel and 10% everything else! Although, me stealing about ten of his old band t-shirts didn’t help, but they smell like him so I just had to.

       16. His necklace that he always wears. His brother gave it to him and he never takes it off. 

Dean wrapped his fingers around the amulet hanging from his neck. Sam had given it to him for Christmas when they were kids after their dad failed to show up yet again. It meant the world to him and if he ever lost it, he would be heartbroken.

       17. All the time we spend hanging out together. There’s never any telling where we’ll end up! It could be a zoo or a museum or some kind of sports game! We’ve gone bowling, golfing, and I even convinced him to go on a rollercoaster with me. He held onto me the entire time because he’s afraid of heights. Of course I went with him to a car show the following week to even it out.

“I thought hanging out with me was special,” Dean thought sadly. His shoulders dropped as he realized that maybe Cas didn’t enjoy hanging out as much as he thought. It was obvious that Cas enjoyed spending time with his crush more than Dean.

       18. His personality! There isn’t enough paper in the world to write everything I love about him. He’s wicked smart and has a great sense of humor! He’s loyal and kind hearted! He will help anybody who needs a helping hand whether it’s mowing their lawn or taking them to the store because their car broke down. He’s stubborn, sure, but he’s also brave and ambitious and full of life. He’s definitely the life of every party we go to! He’s the extrovert to my introvert. He’s extremely dependable and responsible. He’s strong but also gentle! He can be a little cocky but hey, he’s earned it! He’s the best guy I’ve ever met and I would never want to live another day of my life without him. There’s not another guy on this Earth that I love like I do him and I just wish he realized how much I care for him. He can be very self doubtful about himself even though he can also be the most confident person in the world. I love him with all of my heart and I just hope when I finally tell him how I feel, he won’t turn me down.

Dean dropped the paper to the table, unable to look at it any longer. He was barely keeping the tears from falling as his heart shattered into pieces. He had everything on Cas’ list, yet Cas had chosen another person instead of him. All because Dean had been too chicken to admit his feelings. He looked up at Cas and tried to plaster a smile on his face. “I hope this guy realizes just what a gift he has waiting for him. You’re amazing Cas and anybody would be lucky to call you theirs.”

Cas smiled. “Thank you, Dean. He is a pretty awesome guy, and there’s no one else I’d rather be with.”

Dean sighed, trying to keep the bitterness from leaking into his voice. “Then why aren’t you with him? Why didn’t you show him this list instead of me? Do you want me to proofread the damn thing for you?” So, he was being a bit of an ass. He just found out the guy he was in love with didn’t like him back. How else was he supposed to respond?

Cas laughed softly. “No, I don’t want you to proofread it. As far as why I didn’t just hand it to the guy, I actually just did. He’s being a little dense right now.”

“Wait, what?” Dean exclaimed, his eyes locking with Cas’. Had Cas just said what he thought he said? Dean tried to keep his hopes in check in case he had heard wrong.

Cas stood to his feet and walked over to stand beside Dean. He reached for Dean’s hand and wrapped his fingers around Dean’s. “You are the guy in that letter.”

Dean opened and closed his mouth a few times before squeaking out, “Me?”

“Yes, you. I saw your letter to me when I went to get your dirty clothes and figured I’d write one of my own,” Cas explained. He squeezed Dean’s fingers and smiled brightly at him.

Dean stared at Cas before reaching up and cupping his cheek in his hand. “You really mean it?” he asked as he searched Cas’ eyes for any sort of lie.

“Every word,” Cas said softly. “I love you Dean, so much it hurts.”

“I love you too, Cas! I’m sorry it took so long,” Dean said, a tear sliding down his cheek.

“That’s ok, we just have lots of time to make up for! There’s a few things on our lists that I want to make a reality ASAP,” Cas replied with a smirk.

Dean’s eyes went wide as a smile stretched his lips. “Oh fuck yes,” he cried before crashing his lips against Cas’. Cas responded immediately, sliding his hands into Dean’s hair and slotting their mouths ever tighter together. They finally had their favorite person in their arms!

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“Conventional Weapons” and the Rocky Road to “Danger Days”

In 2009, My Chemical Romance was buzzing with activity. The band performed several shows and festivals (including Summer Sonic in Japan), Gerard and Mikey Way attended San Diego Comic Con, and The Umbrella Academy was named one of Amazon’s top comics of 2009. Ray Toro held a Whopper eating contest on the official MCR website (no joke), while a certain comic series written by Gerard Way and Shaun Simon was announced in August. And at a show at the Roxy in Los Angeles, MCR performed three new songs from their upcoming album.

But while their next album seemed easily slated for an early 2010 release, MCR was about to hit a series of hurdles that would leave them with a scrapped album, a lost drummer, and a totally new outlook on where their music was headed.

On July 31st, 2009, MCR performed a set at the Roxy that included three new songs–“Kiss The Ring,” “The Drugs,” and “Death Before Disco.” Gerard was enthusiastic about the new tracks, even telling Rolling Stone that “Death Before Disco” was “the greatest song we’ve ever written.” Videos of the tracks soon appeared online, where fans eagerly devoured what they thought would be the follow-up to 2006’s The Black Parade.

As the days and weeks went on, the media blitz kicked into high-gear. While Ray Toro posted short studio clips on MCR’s website, the band gave several interviews where they gushed about producer Brendan O'Brien, discussed their new stripped-down style, and claimed that this would be their best record yet. In an interview with MTV, Gerard described the still-untitled album as a “true love letter to rock and roll,” adding:

“There’s something about being an American rock-and-roll band that we’ve kind of grown into and we’re very proud of. And I think that’s what we’re celebrating with this record. There’s no agenda, there’s no mission; it’s just about rock and roll.”

Meanwhile, Gerard Way and close friend Shaun Simon had another surprise in store: a comic series called "Killjoys.” Dark Horse Comics announced the release at San Diego Comic Con. Jeremy Atkins, the Dark Horse Director of Public Relations, described “Killjoys” as “a psychedelic rock-and-roll road trip adventure geared toward both fans of The Umbrella Academy and My Chemical Romance.” But not much else was said about the comic, as MCR’s upcoming album had become Gerard’s top priority.

As the album drew closer to completion, MCR gave fans more glimpses of what lay in store. They shared the titles of various tracks, including “Still Alive,” “Trans Am,” “Hail To The King,” “Save Yourself, I’ll Hold Them Back," “L.A. Heavy,” "The Only Hope For Me Is You,” and “Black Dragon Fighting Society.” They cited a variety of influences, including Queen, Judas Priest, Bruce Springsteen, The Killers, and Blade Runner. By all accounts, this was going to be MCR’s defining album.

In December, MCR previewed seven tracks for SPIN magazine. A month later, in January of 2010, the album–which was still untitled–was rumored to be released on March 30th. As they continued to rework the songs, they realized that the stripped-down sound wasn’t working. As NME reported in January:

Things turned around with a song called “Trans Am,” now renamed "Bullet Proof Heart,” the likely first single. And perversely, they did it by returning to fiction. Broadly, it’s about a boy in New Jersey, dressed in a Judas Priest T-shirt, called Johnny. And a girl called Jenny who might be his girlfriend, but who also (honk the pop fact sirens!) might also be the missing girl from “Jenny Was A Friend Of Mine” by The Killers.

But in the same interview, Gerard restated that the album would give "the purest, best version of the band you could ever hope for.” And in early February, MCR finally started to wrap up production, telling Big Cheese that the album would probably be released in spring or summer.

“Killjoys” also looked promising–back in January, Scott Allie had reported in a blog post that Shaun Simon and Becky Cloonan were ready to get started. Once Gerard wrapped up the album and finished working on the Umbrella Academy movie screenplay, it seemed like he’d be ready to dive in.

But February was also when the band publicly stumbled for the first time.

Before the Big Cheese interview, MCR had abruptly cancelled their appearance at the Soundwave festival in Australia. In a blog post on MCR’s website, Frank claimed that Gerard was having voice problems (he jokingly implied that it was due to coffee and cigarettes) and required treatment to make a full recovery.

Fans were disappointed, but most understood that it couldn’t be helped. But a month later, the fandom received another shock: MCR’s drummer Bob Bryar had departed the band. In another blog post, Frank told fans:

As of 4 weeks ago, My Chemical Romance and Bob Bryar parted ways. This was a painful decision for all of us to make and was not taken lightly. We wish him the best of luck in his future endeavors and expect you all to do the same. We also wanted to give you all a quick heads up on how the record is progressing. We have been writing some very powerful new songs so this week the four of us entered the studio once again, and what has been ending up on tape each night is some of the most exciting and honest work we have ever created.

The fandom was stunned. Clearly, MCR had been experiencing some behind-the-scenes turmoil, suggesting that the process wasn’t going as smoothly as fans had thought. While it wasn’t known at the time, they also parted ways with producer Brendan O'Brien, who had been hired specifically to channel their raw, back-to-basics sound. Where would MCR go from here? And when would fans hear the latest album–which was apparently undergoing rewrites once again?

It wasn’t until late 2010 that fans would finally learn what had happened to this unreleased album.

This moment, says frontman Gerard Way, looking back on what went wrong, “was the hardest part”. Guitarist Ray Toro was “home dealing with some family things”, leaving Way, his bassist brother Mikey, and guitarist Frank Iero alone in the mixing studio. “The sinking feeling was really starting to become loud that it wasn’t right - that the record wasn’t finished, I couldn’t even put them in a track order … "Thinking about it now, it’s kind of upsetting, because I just felt so lost,” Gerard says.

This was discussed in an interview with Herald Sun, where they talked about the process of starting again after the departure of their drummer and producer. Speaking to Music Radar, Ray Toro talked about the struggles the band had with original producer Brendan O'Brien, admitting that it hadn’t gone as well as they once thought:

“He was really trying; he did the best he could with us. He knew things weren’t clicking, and he’d try to rally us. I remember he said, ‘Hey, on some songs, I’d love to hear you do what you did on The Black Parade.’ Because there wasn’t any of the harmonized guitar parts or the stacking that I usually do. He was trying to get us to make one record, and we wanted to make something totally different.

Musically, we wanted to go back to our basement. But just because we wanted to do something different didn’t make it easy. In many ways, we felt as though we were holding ourselves back creatively. We were going through the motions. Some of the songs were good, but we weren’t happy with all of them.”

Needing a break, Gerard took a vacation to the desert that surrounded Los Angeles. There, as he told Terminal 5, he realized “I had started the band after 9/11 when I hated art. Black Parade had been about hiding and punishment. I couldn’t tell the truth so I’d talk about cancer instead. I had to put on a mask to show people who I really was. But now it was time to own it. To be who I was before this band started. And I had something in my back pocket: this song, ‘Na Na Na.’”

Reunited with producer Rob Cavallo, who had worked on The Black Parade, the band kicked things off with “Na Na Na.” Gerard and Shaun Simon’s comic “Killjoys,” once a separate side project that had nothing to do with the band, suddenly became the concept that they formed the album around. Fueled by fresh creative energy, the band wrote and re-wrote tracks, came up with concepts and characters like Dr. Death Defying, and shredded the limitations that had confined them. At one point, Gerard turned to his brother Mikey and said “Danger Days, here we come again!”

Not everything from the previous record was scrapped. “Trans Am” became “Bulletproof Heart”; “Death Before Disco” became “Party Poison.” A few new versions of old tracks appeared on the record, as well as the Mad Gear and Missile Kid EP that came later. But MCR’s fourth album had gone from a rock and roll record that deliberately avoided ambitious storylines, to a vividly realized concept album that invited fans into the world of post-apocalyptic California. In many ways, it was the opposite of what they had originally planned. And it seemed to be exactly what they had been looking for.

During this time, Frank snapped in-studio photos that he sold on MCR’s official website, offering one-of-a-kind peeks into the recording process. In March, Mikey Way stated in a blog post that “One day you will wake up, and nothing will ever be the same again, but it’ll feel like an old friend.” He was talking about upcoming changes to the MCR website, but in a way that statement reflected the band’s process at the time–they had completely reinvented themselves, and yet there was still a certain familiarity in the old tracks they had revamped.

The band completed the album with fresh energy, offering sporadic updates in the coming months. Fans waited with some skepticism to see what MCR had in store. And finally, one day in early September, MCR’s website disappeared and was replaced with a mysterious transmitter. The Danger Days era had begun.

But was the scrapped album hidden away, never to be heard again? Not quite.

In 2012, in a blog post on MCR’s website, Frank talked about the feelings of depression that he had faced after The Black Parade. He felt like MCR had done it all, leaving them with nothing left to accomplish. In November 2008, Gerard called him up to talk about the band. As new ideas took shape, they prepared to start recording the album that would eventually be scrapped after months of work.

Frank pointed out that while the band had limited themselves during the recording of this album, the songs weren’t inherently bad–in fact, some of them were among his favorites that the band had produced. As time passed, he developed a greater appreciation for the tracks. And when the band met up and listened to those songs, they decided to release a selection of tracks to the public–two tracks a month for the next five months, for a total of ten.

After all this time, the album finally had a title: Conventional Weapons. Tracks included “Kiss The Ring,” “The World Is Ugly,” “Surrender The Night,” and the fan-favorite “The Light Behind Your Eyes.” Listening to the tracks, it was clear that MCR had aimed for a rock album with a pure American sound–no ambitious concepts or storylines, just a set of killer tracks. Whether they succeeded is up to the listener to decide, but they provided some insight into what came before Danger Days.

Due to its unconventional release, and the fact that the album was a series of random tracks and not a finished product, Conventional Weapons is not considered an “official” MCR album. But while Danger Days was the final album, Conventional Weapons was the final release before MCR broke up in 2013. Since the split, the release of CW has caused many fans to wonder–will My Chemical Romance’s fifth (and unreleased) album ever be shared in a similar fashion? Or will it be locked away forever, like the other CW tracks that were never released?

Only time will tell. But for now, Conventional Weapons serves as an intriguing part of MCR’s history–a time when the band set out to make one type of album, and ended up making the complete opposite.

(Picture credits: 1 2 3. Other in-studio photos by Frank Iero.)

[Originally published 07.09.2017]