#but she's not stuck as a demon afterwards

[dragonanon]

Having another hyper fixation moment for Hazbin Hotel. I’m now creating an overlord OC loosely based on the lamb from “Cult of The Lamb”, that is a LITERAL wolf in sheep’s clothing and is also lawyer. 👀

[torchwood-99]

There's a bit of a role reversal with Faramir and Eowyn, in terms of how their narratives include tropes and plot points that are often traditionally applied to characters of the other sex.

Eowyn goes to war because she refuses to be left behind to be burned inside the house when the battle is done, as is often the fate of women.

Faramir actually is nearly burned alive at the hands of the patriarch of his family when said patriarch believes the battle is over and hope is lost. While Eowyn is out on the battlefield, fighting, Faramir is stuck inside the home, burning.

Between the two, Eowyn is the one we see go on more of an inner journey. She changes more over the narrative, and has to deal more with her own flaws and personal demons, as well as the injustices inflicted upon her. The climax of her story comes with a great moment of heroism and courage in battle. She is rescued by a hobbit, but as an ally in battle, not as a damsel in distress.

Faramir in the books doesn't feel tempted by the ring, and is almost a paragon of virtue. About as much as a Man in Middle Earth can be. He's closer to Arwen and Galadriel than Eowyn is, in his near perfection, in how he inspires and guides others. He is also rescued by a hobbit, but in that moment he is helpless, a damsel in distress. He is rescued because others love him for his virtue and goodness.

So often it's the other way round. Not only is the woman usually the one trapped inside, in need of rescue, while the man is out there fighting, the woman's heroism traditionally comes from the list of virtues she possesses, while the man's heroism comes from his deeds and the things he accomplishes. The man fights, the woman inspires.

But during the Battle of Pelennor fields, it is Eowyn who fights, and while she does inspire Merry, she inspires him not as a paragorn, but as an example of courage that Merry finds himself compelled to live up to. He is inspired to fight by her side, instead of fighting for her.

Faramir is sick and unconscious. His agency is denied him by his father, who decides on his behalf there's nothing left for him to live for. And it is a rush for the heroes; Pippin and Beregond, to save Faramir, and it is explicitly stated that Beregond only broke the law because he was inspired to do so out of his great love for Faramir, which is shared by all. In that moment, Faramir's role is closer to the traditional fairy tale princess, whose goodness inspires the heroes into fighting for her during her peril.

And afterwards, it is Eowyn who has to fight to find meaning in life again, to choose joy and hope over despair, which Faramir, with his loving kindness, wisdom, and gentleness, inspires her to do.

I love that, and love thinking on how that affected their relationship going forward.

Eowyn must have liked that with Faramir, she's not being married to someone who will require her to take on every aspect of the so called "woman's role" (necessary, but limiting) which has been inflicted on her at her own expense by the men in her life, so they can be free to partake in the "man's role". Perhaps in turn, Eowyn's predisposition for more martial pursuits; even if she has embraced healing and gardening and no longer lives for battle, would also mean she can take on some of the certain necessary duties that Faramir finds taxing.

Between the two, there must have been a more equal division of labour and responsibilities, and therefore more freedom on both sides. Neither one of them fully suits the roles that society has assigned to them due to their gender, and in marrying each other, they no longer have to.

[rainbowmothed]

── I'M NOT A VIOLENT ANGEL. I DON'T KNOW WHY I BITE.

· ★ · basically just me rewriting vaggie's fall + chaggie first meeting. trigger warning for blood, gore, murder, classic extermination stuff!

Vaggie felt the pressure settle on her shoulders as she spread her wings, lines of black smearing across the crimson sky of the underworld in a flurry of feathers as she and her kin descended from the beaming light illuminating the once darkened sky, atmosphere thick with the already fresh scent of bitter blood.

Guilt was all Vagatha could manage to muster in her soul, her very being. She never liked to be an exterminator. She didn't know why– most of her kin adored slaughtering the “demon scum” of the underworld. And Vaggie knew she was no different than them, no less shameful in comparison despite feeling butterflies churn in her stomach before she drew her angelic spear. Six years she had spent as one of Adam's top girls, always cast to be on the front lines, praised by her peers for being one of the most merciless, blood-thirsty ones out there.

And oh, how she despised it with every single fiber of her being.

Vaggie cringed as she remembered the proud slaps on the back and reassuring pats shoulders after every extermination as they rose back to the skies above afterwards, the shouts of “good jobs” and “that was even better than last year” filling the air, choking her, suffocating her as the words shoved their way down her throat until soft tears pricked her eyes and her skin flustered with shameful heat.

God, she hated her job. And it was strange. She was created for this. Created in the Heavens for the sole purpose of reigning massacre upon people who were seen as nothing more than the dirt under their heels, when, in reality, Vaggie knew they were far more than that. They were once human souls, who once had lives, and who once had families, who maybe still did have families. She knew she'd killed at least one husband who had a wife and kids at home, waiting, and one wife or one child. Likely far more than that.

So many denizens had crumbled to their knees at her hands as she lodged the blade of the spear into their flesh. The flesh she was meant to see as worthless, puny, disgusting, sinful. Wretched. But the flesh she saw only bore hints of light, shimmering under the surface, waiting to be unveiled, until it was cut short and dulled as their black blood splattered across the alleyway floors and concrete sidewalks, heads slamming down as they met their gruesome fates. Perished.

And this year, Vagatha knew she would do the same thing. Or rather, should do the same thing. She was given a sharp nod to descend as she continued through the air. Her previous guilty thoughts had made her work up a tad bit of a nervous sweat, so she pulled away the mask that concealed her face, swiping away the sweat that stuck to her forehead like bothersome glue. Not bothering to put it back on, Vaggie simply attached it to her waist, feeling it thud against her hip as she flew down into the alleyway, boots finally making contact with the glass-lined gravel below.

Expecting to see some looming, wretched soul, Vaggie was only greeted with a cowering little child, far younger than her, far less defenseless. Where were its parents? It didn't deserve to fall. Not like this. “Go, run.” Vaggie urged, before she could form a second thought about her own actions, pulling her blade far away from the thing's throat and waving it off. Sparing it. The guilt had become unfathomable, and she was no longer even in control of her own body. Pathetic.

However, the sounds of footsteps behind her made Vagatha quickly snap out of her daze, wings perking up with surprise as she drew her blade, expecting some idiotic, bold sinner, only to feel a hand grasp her shoulder. Vaggie’s eyes widened as her lips parted, attempting to let out a flurry of excuses as she saw Lute’s face before her. Grinning, merciless.

Oh God.

Vaggie let out a shrill shriek of pain as she felt the angelic weapon pierce her eye, gouging it out and letting it roll onto the ground below. Vagatha’s stomach churned with nausea as she naturally fell to her knees, letting out another cry as she felt Lute’s boot press against the top of her skull.

“Traitor scum like you have no place in Heaven.”

Vaggie attempted to choke out a plea, a beg for mercy, but was cut short as she felt Lute’s gloved hands wrap around the base of her wings, pulling back with relentless force as they were ripped from her body, another pathetic splatter of neon green, angelic blood splashing across the ground. Vaggie felt like she was going to retch from the pure amount of adrenaline and pain pumping through her skin, her being, her very soul.

Guilt. Harsher than before.

Guilt for betraying Heaven. Guilt for slaughtering the people of the underworld. Guilt for not living up to her superiors’ standards of her. Guilt for every single thing she had ever done wrong, crashing down on her at once.

—

Vaggie shakily stumbled up to her knees as Adam and Lute walked away, snickering under their breaths and beaming with nothing but pride. No guilt themselves; nothing but happiness and unfiltered glee at finding a traitor amongst their ranks and properly punishing her for it.

All for sparing one measly child.

Vaggie tore away the mask that still hung to her belt, exterminator uniform soaked with blood and torn in some places. In a moment of anguish, mixed in a blurred puddle with hints of anger, she ripped it all from her body, leaving herself in the clothes she had underneath. Vaggie tossed it into the dumpster that lay against the wall of the alleyway, her neon green blood splattering down the side of it as she threw it to be picked later.

Still weakly clutching the spear in her hand, she leaned her back against another dumpster, trying not to brush the stumps of her ripped off wings against anything to prevent any further agonizing pain. She already had plenty of that, her eye now an empty socket, vision nowhere to be found beside the one she still had. Thank Lute for that, she mused. Didn't take her vision completely.

Vagatha was silently praying for some random imp to come pick her off. Finish the game her superiors had started, end her pathetic life once and for all. Lay her corpse against the dirt of the ground she once saw as beneath her. Funny, seeing as how the people she once saw as her victims, albeit with a bit of shame, could slaughter her right here and now with absolute ease.

Vaggie didn't even cry. The tears would've hurt her eye too much. She felt them boiling under the surface, yes, but they never trespassed that burning point, never spilling or teetering over the edge just right to drop. Vagatha soon enough heard footsteps approaching. Great, her future murderer had finally come, just as she felt herself drifting in and out of consciousness due to the sheer amount of blood loss.

Instead of the expression of a cruel murderer, she was greeted by the face of a shocked denizen. Gorgeous, with blonde hair, streaked with honey hues. Pale skin, with rosy cheeks, akin to that of a marionette. Beautiful. If this woman was the last thing Vaggie was to see, she would definitely be able to go out happy compared to her earlier predicament. The bitterness flushed out of her soul as she stared up at the demon, waiting for the blade to press against her neck. For her to end her suffering.

But it didn't.

Instead, a bandage was carefully wrapped around her missing eye, the denizens fingers soft and delicate. Perfect compared to her own, scarred with the memories of the lives that had been taken by them. It made her expression soften. It was the little things that made Vaggie swoon like that, and this was definitely one of those little things.

Was she falling for the woman who she thought was going to slaughter her just a moment ago? It was a tad funny, actually. The flusterment only grew as she saw her tuck a piece of blonde hair behind her porcelain-hued ear, diverting her gaze as she cheekily smiled.

This girl would definitely be the death of Vaggie, but in a completely different way than she was originally anticipating.

[aziraphales-library]

hello mods!! ive just read a fic called ''curve of old bones'' and ''snow angel'' i believe it was called and was wondering what fic you can recommend me to read that follows the themes of fake dating/ enemies to friends to lover/ pining whilst fucking sorta thing???

Hey, we have tags for everything you're asking for! #fake/pretend relationship, #enemies to lovers, #enemies to friends to lovers, #pining while fucking. As pining while fucking only has two posts, here are some more to add...

Curses foiled again by hapax (E)

To be blunt: in order to return to tip-top condition, Aziraphale was going to have to get laid. And the angel had spent almost six thousand years of his existence among humans assiduously avoiding anything of the sort. Aziraphale turns to his hereditary enemy for assistance with a particularly pesky curse. After all, it’s not like a demon has any feelings that might be involved.

Ambrosia by pilatesandpinot (E)

Those damn aphrodisiacs. They chatted as they soaked in the water, Crowley ate from a platter of fruit, hoping the sugar from them would somehow cure his sudden lightheadedness, as the blood in his head was probably pumping down to his groin, and get rid of the heated feeling in his abdomen, while Aziraphale lathered her arms and shoulders with oil. When she moved down to her breasts and tummy, she leaned back a bit, slowly and carefully cupping herself and making a small little hum sound as she rubbed her belly. Crowley had to bite his bottom lip to keep himself from groaning, watching the glisten of the angel’s skin, the warm glow she seemed to be emitting, her lush and curvy body sitting comfortably in the water. He was indeed fucked. ------------------------------ Aziraphale and Crowley have oysters at Petronius's, and soon learn while visiting the bath house afterwards why oysters are one of Aphrodite's favorite foods.

May My Teaching Drop as the Rain by Dee_Morris (E)

Several people on Twitter have commented that there isn't enough Ineffable Tutors content out there, and I have to agree. The book doesn't go into very much detail about what Cortese and Harrison get up to in the years they spend educating young Warlock, and as a fic writer there's nothing as much fun as a blank space to play in. I expect that the stories in this series will more or less stand alone, but I'll add notes and recaps where I think it's necessary. These will mostly be light-hearted horny adventures with little to no angst. Tags may change or be added as I write more stories.

Out There by snae_b (E)

Small town paper, small town news, and Aziraphale always gets stuck with the shit stories. Strange lights in the desert? Aziraphale might as well be writing about el Chupacabra. Again. At least his source is cute, even if he is a little out there.

The Arrangement by TawnyOwl95 (E)

Aziraphale and Crowley are set up on a blind date as a joke by their respective housemates. They decide to get their own back and call everybody's bluff by *gasp* fake dating!

Craving by DawnOfTomorrow (E)

“You want me to pay for it.” He drawled, leaning back in his chair. “Don’t put words in my mouth.” His assistant said, entirely unimpressed by the fact that he could fire her. “You said-” “I said that it would probably be a good idea for you to get some, and if you can’t be bothered to do it the normal way, that there are professional options. And then I said that if you’d like, I could recommend someone.” --- He called the fucking number. He didn’t know why – okay, he did, he was an idiot, tipsy, lonely, and horny – but he called the damn number. --- Even just looking at the blonde’s profile, he felt a twinge in his gut. Blonde curls indeed – over features that revealed the other man’s age, light eyes, and a cute, upturned nose. Slim lips, currently curved in a smile for the bartender. Crowley studied the rest of him too – a bit of chub, not enough to be fat, but definitely dad-bod territory. He sighed softly, wondering what sort of witch Anathema was, because she had been spot on about this guy being his type. He didn’t even need to see the large hands or plush thighs to make up his mind – this… this could work.

- Mod D

[leilani-lily]

~Oh Deer~ (Chapter 7)

Apologies for the delay, life has been a lil busy for me lately. Lots going on, and only more to happen. My introverted battery is crying ദ്ദി ꒦ິ꒳꒦ິ )✧

This chapter's a lil shorter than some of the others, but it's for the best. The next one I have planned is gonna be a 2 parter. And it'll be a whopper. Wish me luck hehe! ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

Synopsis: AroAce! Alastor x Chef!Singer! Reader. It's time for the daily meeting amongst the hotel staff and guests. You're feeling particularly exhausted, and before you know it, you fall asleep. What you don't realize is what kind of chaos it causes afterwards… Word count: 3.7 k

Chapter under the cut!

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“What if we offad a free bag o ‘Hero-In’ tada first 50 custamers?”

Charlie blinked in bewilderment down at the Spider Demon, not sure if he was actually being serious. The other resident demons either nodded in agreement or weren’t even paying attention to the conversation, blinking tiredly and eyes glazed over. Vaggie groaned in frustration at the apparent lack of brains in this hotel.

“Por el amor de Dios.” she muttered under her breath, dragging her face down with her hand. “Angel. We can’t offer drugs to encourage more guests to the hotel. That goes against, like, everything we’re even doing here.” She gestures to the hotel lobby, where you were all sitting on various armchairs and couches. It was one of your daily meetings where Charlie rounded up all the demons and tried to come up with strategies on how to recruit more sinners. Her and Vaggie were standing before you all, a chalkboard behind them with… some pretty terrible suggestions scribbled on it (and a faded dick drawing done by a certain 8 limbed demon). Said sinner looked around his settings before turning back to the silver haired woman, looking at her in confusion.

“Booze?”

“No.”

“Dildos?”

“Jesus. NO.”

“Blowjobs??”

“FOR FUCK SAKES ANGEL!”

“Whaaaat? Sounds like a good deal ta me! Especially if da blowin’s done by a prafessional like yours truly~!” Angel wiggled his chest fur rather sensually towards Vaggie and threw her a wink. The fallen angel slapped her hand against her face in exasperation. 

Now usually this type of banter would have you practically shaking in your seat trying to hold in your laughter. But this time around, all you could muster was a tired chuckle as your eyes ping-ponged between the two. Your early mornings and long days at the hotel were starting to catch up with you, and today in particular was extra exhausting for you. You had spent most of the night reading, too absorbed in the novel to put it down even though you knew how late it was. And now you were paying the price; all you wanted to do was sleep. But then Charlie called this meeting and now you were stuck here, daydreaming of your bed. 

“W-well Angel, I’m afraid I have to agree with Vaggie on this,” Charlie piped up, awkwardly looking between her partner and friend, “But I am LOVING the participation and enthusiasm! Good job!” She clapped cheerfully to Angel, trying so hard to encourage his good habits, even if his suggestions were questionable. Angel clicked his teeth at Charlie while shooting a finger gun, slouching back into his armchair. The Princess of Hell turned back to the group, her expression a mix of determination and desperation. 

“Alright everyone, what else do we got? Come on, let’s keep the creative juices flowing!”

Other demons' voices droned on in response, but you could feel your brain shutting down as they faded to muffled noise. You were seated comfortably on one of the couches, feeling yourself being swallowed into the cushy pillows. It was honestly really nice being able to sit on this couch in particular, it was the comfiest of all the furnishing here. 

When you had first arrived at the hotel and attended these meetings, you were sitting in one of the armchairs beside Angel. And you had to admit, they were pretty stiff. But at some point, as you and Alastor’s friendship began to grow, the deer demon began inviting you to sit on the couch beside him, and even began saving you the seat before anyone else could take it. What more, would even begin to shoot glares at demons if they attempted to take it before you had arrived.

You had caught wind and scolded your friend for a moment, but he insisted with how much work you were doing, you deserved the cushy spot more than anyone else. And that just so happened to be beside him. You had eyed him suspiciously but didn’t argue further; it really was a nice couch. Now it was just known fact that you and the Radio Demon always sat together, and others didn’t even attempt to sit there anymore. 

Beside you, Alastor watched as your body sank into the couch and brought a hand up to stifle a yawn. His eyebrow quirked up in amusement, but he didn’t attempt to try and keep you awake.  He could tell this meeting wasn’t going anywhere; there was no point in forcing you to participate. Instead, his pupils slid back to the group of demons in front of him. Somehow Nifty and Sir Pentious had gotten into an argument, and Vaggie was yelling over them to shut up and stay focused. Alastor’s smile creaked up eerily, reveling in the chaos unfolding before him. Charlie looked at her business partner, a semblance of despair in her eyes.

“Alastor,” she practically begged, “Please tell me you have some suggestions that we could actually use?” 

Alastor gave a hearty laugh as he waved a hand at her.

“Oh please my dear,” he dismissed, shaking his head and giving her a smug look, “You know very well that I do not participate in such matters. I’m simply here for the entertainment that comes with it~!” He gestures to the three demons arguing in question, as Angel and Husk seemed to be sharing a bowl of popcorn and watched the mayhem. Charlie looked at the group tiredly.

“Besides,” Alastor drawled on, his eyes practically dancing at the chaos before him, “I honestly think-!”

His voice was cut off by the sound of a record player scratching to a halt.

The group of demons that were bickering immediately stopped dead in their tracks at the sudden abnormal sound, their gazes zipping to the Radio Demon. Angel and Husk’s eyes also locked in on the deer demon, a piece of popcorn falling out of Angel’s open mouth.

Alastors was frozen in place as your sleeping form had slumped up against his side. 

The deer demon looked like he was caught in the headlights; His entire face was frozen and eyes wide as dinner plates, smiling mouth still half open in mid speech. His whole body was stiff as a board as his shrunken pupils stared off ahead in shock. 

The room fell quiet enough to hear a pin drop.

Every one of the hotel residents were ready to shit themselves, eyes darting between you and Alastor. Anyone that knew the Radio Demon knew how much he despised physical contact not initiated by him. Husk especially was terrified for your sake, fully remembering Alastor practically ripping demons apart limb by limb simply because they looked at him the wrong way. The gambling demon’s fur began to stand up on his neck. This couldn’t be good.

You sighed in your sleep and nuzzled closer into Alastor’s arm, subconsciously seeking out his warmth. All of the onlookers breathed in sharply, Charlie even covering her mouth with her hands to keep herself quiet. The Radio Demon’s eyes slowly slid down to you, carefully tilting his head to get a better look. His eyes looked over you, pupils sharp and calculating as his open mouth creaked shut and grin tight. Everyone watched in horror, unsure what the Overlord was thinking or what he was going to do.

Alastor’s first instinct was to immediately shove you away. But he quickly pushed that thought aside once coming to terms that this was you. As much as he wanted to peel your body off of his, another part was… intrigued. He had never been in this type of situation before, and moreso, with someone he actually found tolerable. He noticed the dark circles under your eyes and mentally tutted you. It was clear you were more exhausted than he had realized, especially given you had fallen asleep amongst all the commotion. And he knew first hand how early you were up everyday; how hard you worked for this hotel. Hell, you were one of the hardest working ones here, besides Charlie and Vaggie. 

Mentally coming to a decision, Alastor’s shoulders began to soften, his body finally beginning to relax under the newfound weight. Your rest was far more important than this silly meeting that wasn’t going anywhere anyways. His chivalrous nature had ultimately won out.

“Hey uh… Smiles…” Angel stuttered, his voice low and cautious as to not wake you, “Ya… Ya got a lil Puddin’ on ya sholda” He pointed to your sleeping form, his eyes darting nervously between you both. Vaggie immediately zipped to the Spider demon and slapped her hand over his mouth, shooting daggers at him before looking nervously at Alastor. Eventually, the Radio Demon’s eyes slid lazily to the group of anxious sinners, his lips curling up in amusement as he observed everyone’s expressions. If you weren’t sleeping on his shoulder he would’ve relished in their horror. Careful not to move too much, he turned his head back to the group.

“Now then,” he murmured, his voice surprisingly low, “If the three of you finished with your ridiculous squabbling… ” He shot Nifty, Sir Pentious, and Vaggie a dirty look, making the three  cower under his judgemental gaze. His eyes narrowed a moment before turning to Charlie.

“Then I believe we should really get back to our brainstorming. Wouldn’t you agree, Charlie dearest~?”

The goat demon stared at Alastor in surprise, eyes flicking to you before back to him. Her eyes squinted in confusion at the scene in front of her; Alastor… was allowing this? But she quickly shook it off, realizing he was still waiting for her reply. After blinking a couple times, her eyes lit up with joy as her smile overtook her face.

“YES! Yes of course we-!” 

Alastor’s static crackled dangerously as radio channels shuffled in the background. His scarlet eyes flashed red, shooting Charlie a look of warning. The princess immediately covered her mouth, silencing her thunderous excitement. With a quick clearing of her throat, she continued, her voice softer this time.

“Yes. Right. Everyone, let’s continue from where we left off.”

For the next twenty minutes, the group of demons quietly continued their discussion and strategies. Alastor sat in complete silence, his grin casual and hands in his lap as he sat still. Only his pupils moved as his gaze darted between the sinners. You continued to sleep soundly against the Radio Demon’s shoulder, nuzzling even closer to his warmth and even wrapping your arms around his at one point. He only flinched a moment when he felt your arms trapping his, but he made no other movement; no change in expression. 

As the discussion continued amongst the others, the group couldn’t help but glance at you and Alastor on occasion, still in utter bewilderment at the entire situation. He must have been sick… or an ulterior motive maybe? They all secretly had many inquiries, but none of them dared to question the Overlord. Especially with the way he acted if one of them spoke too loudly. The dangerous hum of static would remind them of their place, and the power he held in this establishment.

Finally, the meeting was adjourned by the Princess of Hell, and everyone began to trickle out of the lobby. Alastor could hear the various murmurs of confusion between the demons as they left to go back to their room, but he ignored them. Little whispers between rats were of no concern to him. Charlie slowly approached the couch, eyes darting between the two figures and smiling sheepishly.

“Do you want me to take her?” she whispered, arms outstretched as if ready to take your sleeping form. But the Radio Demon raised his unshackled hand as if to halt her, shaking his head softly with eyes closed. 

“No need to fret my dear,” he reassured, opening his eyes and giving a gentlemanly smile, “I will see to it that our little chef is taken care of.” 

Charlie hesitated a moment, unsure of what exactly was going through her business partner’s mind. But finally, she nodded her head and tip-toed away, meeting her angelic partner at the elevators. Hand in hand, Charlie and Vaggie left the vicinity, leaving you and Alastor alone in the lobby. 

As silent seconds passed, the Radio Demon’s eyes eventually slid down to your sleeping profile, a mix of amusement and slight curiosity crossing his features. You looked so small, so vulnerable and helpless compared to his tall, powerful form. He watched as your shoulders slowly rose and fell with every breath. Your body was warm against his arm, your head heavy on his shoulder as your entire weight pressed on him. It was a feeling foreign to him; he had never had anyone rest on him in an unconscious state. In all honesty, if baffled him. 

No one had ever seemed so… comfortable around him. The group of demons were scared out of their wits for your safety because of the stories they’d heard. And they had a right to be scared. He was the Radio Demon after all. An all powerful Overlord and a force to be reckoned with. He could strike fear into the heart of any creature, make them fall to their knees and beg for their lives and for his forgiveness. There were only a certain handful that could match his power, and even then that number was dwindling (he would make sure of it). He was a terror. A killer. A living nightmare. And yet…

Here you were, sound asleep on his arm, peaceful and unaware of the position you were in.

Your fingers twitched under his bicep, eyelids fluttering a moment before you stilled again. Clearly you were dreaming about something, and it made Alastor wonder what was going on in that little mind of yours. What was it you dreamed about? Perhaps reliving your life before you descended to Hell? Or maybe… Reliving a memory of when you had spent time with him? Alastor rolled his own eyes at that last question, yet his pride couldn’t help but wonder. Would it be obscured of him to think he could occupy a spot in your mind? 

You stirred a moment against his arm, and Alastor was immediately taken out of his trance. Your face twitched a moment, before scrunching up as if in disgust. Alastor had to catch himself at your expression. Your face eventually settled back into a relaxed state, but a soft, low chuckle still managed to escape the demon’s lips.

Yep. Definitely a dream about him.

Shaking his head mirthfully, 2 long tentacles of shadow began to rise up from the floor. Ever so gently, the shadows lifted your head and body off of Alastor, allowing the deer demon to carefully remove his imprisoned arm from your grasp and stand up. He took a moment to stretch his neck and roll his shoulder around, the stiffness of not moving for nearly half an hour catching up to him. Finally, he turned back to you, still sleeping soundly and being cradled by his shaded tendrils in bridal style. A thought crossed his mind as he looked over at you, taking a moment to evaluate his next move. 

He could very easily snap his fingers and have you transported to your bed. Or have his shadows carefully carry you to your room while he trailed behind. But somehow, despite all of the options he had debated on, he found his arms slowly reaching out underneath you and pulling your body close to his. You immediately curled up closer to him and his warmth, making the Overlord stiffen a moment. But finally, he began to saunter towards the elevators, his shaded tentacles slipping back into the floor.

Of course, being the Hotel’s Facility Manager, he knew exactly where your room was. And obviously, he had a spare key. Using his shadows to unlock the door, he carefully opened the door and stepped inside, stopping a moment to take in his surroundings. He had never actually been in your room before, and he was surprised to discover how fascinated he was about it.

Naturally, it was washed in a deep maroon colour like every other room in this building. It was mostly clean, save for a few articles of clothing scattered around the floor. He simply chuckled softly to himself.  Honestly, what was he going to do with you… 

Your odor was faint in the room, but was still picked up by the demon thanks to his heightened animalistic senses. He took a moment to breathe it in, shocking even himself at how he enjoyed the smell. Like the scent of spring after a chilling, heartless winter, mixed with your own natural musk. He quickly shook his head from his thoughts, suddenly feeling disgusted in himself and his barbaric impulse. 

He noticed an old record player in the corner with various records tucked away. He sauntered over and peeked at the various discs, using his magic to lift them to his face and inspect them. He was impressed with your mix of genres, not at all surprised by the jazz music, but also intrigued by your interest in classical, old fashioned rock and roll, and showtunes. He hummed contently to himself, realizing he could learn a thing or two about you by the contents in your room. And oddly enough, he wanted to learn more. 

Call it the hunter in him. 

You had a large bookshelf similar to his, and he took a moment to browse the titles you had. Mainly cookbooks, which were of no surprise to him, but there were mixes of fantasy and romance as well. 

Romance. Ugh. 

Alastor practically rolled his eyes at some of the disgustingly cheesy titles. How people, women in particular, found this entertaining was beyond him. Especially those who would write about it. 

Pathetic.

Still, he couldn’t help but wonder what it was that made them so popular to begin with. And if they seemed to be something that you in particular enjoyed, then perhaps… he would be willing to give it a second chance. 

One book in particular caught his eye, sticking halfway out from the shelf. Most likely the one you had finished most recently. A green hue pulled it off the shelf as he flipped it open and pursued the contents. After reading a couple sentences, he felt himself stiffen; his eyes widening and smile growing uncomfortable. 

Were all romance novels nowadays so… sultry? He knew sexual activities were popular for most beings. But for Hell’s sake, the novel was practically filth. Instinctively, the book became engulfed in a green flame, burning in seconds. Alastor watched the fires fizz out, ashes of what once was your novel now fluttering and disappearing into thin air.

Hm… hopefully you wouldn’t notice it missing. 

He was learning many things about you with his little scavenge through your room. Things that he found oddly charming. Others he found… debateable. Nevertheless, one good thing could be said about the secrets he had discovered. The Radio Demon’s grin began to widen deliciously at the thought.

He could so use this information against you in the near future. 

You murmured softly against his chest, causing the demon to focus back on you and away from his scheming thoughts. As much as he would’ve loved to continue to snoop around, he knew he had to finish what he had originally come to do. 

With a sigh of contentment, he proceeded to walk to the edge of your bed, once again using his emerald magic to pull the covers back. As gingerly as he could, Alastor lowered you to the bed and carefully removed his arms out from under you. Your one hand had somehow clutched onto the lapel of his jacket, causing him to chuckle before gently unfurling your fingers from his suit. Finally, you had settled in the bed and curled up on yourself, already missing the heat from Alastor’s body. Long, clawed fingers grabbed at the blankets by your feet and pulled them up to your chin, making sure every inch of you was covered and enveloped in the sheets. 

You sighed in your sleep as he pulled his hands away, and Alastor took a moment to take in the sight. Even throughout the meeting, and with all the movement of him picking you up and walking around, you had remained fast asleep. It had simply proven how fatigued you were. His mind flashed back to his mother, remembering how tirelessly she would work to provide for the family, and the many nights when he would catch her sleeping at the kitchen table, bills and notices scattered around her. How helpless he felt as a child, not able to do anything to ease her workload or stress.

He looked down at you, eyes flickering over your sleeping form and feeling something stir inside of him. He couldn’t be there for his mother, not as a weak, impotent child. But he was grown now. And he was strong; practically a God with the power he held over Hell. And he would make sure to repay the debt he owed, one way or another. 

His hand reached out and paused for a second, as if debating. But something urged him on, and his hand found its way to the top of your head. He began to gently pet your hair, feeling the tendrils slide between his fingertips. You hummed in your sleep, causing the deer demon to flinch and ready to sink into the shadows. But then you sighed contently and subconsciously nuzzled your head into his hand, a soft smile curling up before relaxing again.

Unbeknownst to Alastor, his ear twitched. 

He had to stop his own grin from creeping up higher on his face as he continued his previous motions, feeling his body relax and eyes soften. He continued the gentle caresses, embracing the peaceful silence and watching your chest rise and fall with each delicate breath. Eventually, Alastor had felt like he had overstayed his welcome, and slowly removed his hand from your head. As your hair tumbled through his fingers and fell to the pillow, he couldn’t help to lean over and whisper in your ear.

“Sweet dreams, my little songbird~”

He quietly stepped away from your bed, taking a moment to pick up your scattered clothing around the room before placing them in the laundry hamper nearby. And with a final peek to your sleeping form, the Radio Demon’s smile curled up ever so slightly before carefully shutting the door behind him.

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Y-yeah Alastor... Those romance writers sure are pathetic... pff... pffffft (; ̫ಠ ̫U ̫ಠ ̫ ̫; ̫) We do love a self deprecating joke around here k'know

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[linkemon]

Metanoia (Howl x Reader)

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ʜᴏᴡʟ ᴛʀɪᴇs ᴛᴏ ғᴏʀɢᴇᴛ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴍᴀɴ ᴡʜᴏ ᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ ʜɪs ʟɪғᴇ ᴜᴘsɪᴅᴇ ᴅᴏᴡɴ. ᴜɴғᴏʀᴛᴜɴᴀᴛᴇʟʏ, ɪᴛ ᴛᴜʀɴs ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪᴛ ɪs ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ sɪᴍᴘʟᴇ. ᴇsᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟʟʏ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴏɴᴇ ᴅᴀʏ sʜᴇ ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀs ɪɴ ʜɪs ᴄᴀsᴛʟᴇ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ…

ᴏɴᴇsʜᴏᴛ ɪs ɪɴsᴘɪʀᴇᴅ ʙʏ ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɴɪᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴏᴋ. ɪ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ ᴛʜɪs ᴏᴜᴛ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ʜᴏᴡʟ ɪs ᴘᴏʀᴛʀᴀʏᴇᴅ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴅɪғғᴇʀᴇɴᴛʟʏ ɪɴ ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴠᴇʀsɪᴏɴs.

Howl spun his dance partner around to the music. Step by step they followed the other couples. The glow of the lanterns was reflected in her eyes. Her hair danced in the cool air. Her lips were slightly parted. She inhaled sharply. Every now and then she burst into laughter. She tried to shout over the singing crowd in the town square. She fell under the spell of Market Chipping. Nothing unusual. She probably never stuck her nose out beyond this point. Most of the people around them had spent their entire lives here. They weren't like him. They couldn't just drop everything at will and move with all their belongings. It was not every day that they had the opportunity to celebrate. Especially in the dangerous times ahead.

He knew what was coming next. She stared at him like he was the whole world. He should be satisfied. And yet, for some reason, this adulation irritated him. He didn't deserve her. And besides, SHE never showed it as openly as this woman did.

The lace dress swirled. The material fluttered as a strong wind blew up. They didn't feel cold. The dancing lasted all evening. He knew it would start raining soon. The first drops had already reached his hair. The woman's touch was foreign. He tried not to think about it but the thought kept pushing itself into his head. She smelled different. Not as he would have liked. She moved in a strange way. Something was missing. He realized painfully that she was different. She moved her lips closer. He let her place a kiss on his cheek. Only one. Something seemed to stir inside him but not as it should. Maybe it's guilt? He gave his heart to a demon a long time ago. Calcifer was far away. He couldn't check it. He probably wouldn't have told him anything anyway.

She moved closer again. He didn't let her continue and pushed her away. Gently. She took a few steps towards him but he gently slapped her hand away. She looked at him reproachfully. She disappeared somewhere in the crowd of a thousand people. Everyone was running away from the rain. They covered their heads with their hands or newspapers. They ran as quickly as possible to take shelter under the roofs. He was the only one walking at a normal pace. Water was pouring into his collar but he didn't care. He took the guitar that he had left at the inn earlier. Immediately afterwards, he disappeared behind the alley of a colourful tenement house. He could conjure an umbrella. Even change the weather if he really wanted to but for what? He somehow liked the concept of getting wet. He followed the path leading to the Wasteland. Here the wind was tugging at his coattails. Pink and gray rhombuses wanted to fly away somewhere far away towards the lavender fields. He should be angry. Something squelched in the shoes. He could barely make out the blurry castle in the fog. Blond hair stuck to her face. He brushed them away every now and then with patient movements.

He placed his hand where the heart should be. Something hurt there. For a long time. Did he really feel something or was it just his imagination? That evening confirmed his belief that he hadn't made it all up. When SHE lived with him, everything around her seemed to come to life. He felt like singing and dancing whenever he saw her. She seemed to draw out reactions from him that he lacked. He tried because she wasn't satisfied when he didn't give his all. Howl spent time with her. She seemed to rediscover life with him. Even these seemingly simple things. She didn't accept his complaining. She stood by him when he called for the shadows. Now there's nothing left of it. Since she was gone, the days had become gray streaks. Each one similar to the previous one. Jenkins, Pendragon, Sorcerer, Wizard, Magician, Apprentice of Suliman, Servant of the King, Demon. He played so many roles and was fed up with all of them. The one person for whom he was always only Howl was gone. He didn't realize how dependent he had become on her until she disappeared.

Howl pushed the wooden door open. A pleasant warmth enveloped him. Something pulled at his gold necklace. The same one he received from her as a gift. Sapphire pulsed slightly. This made him open his eyes wider. He looked up and saw this one person he never expected to see again. For a moment he was unable to move. The puddle outside the doorway grew and grew, staining the floor. And he still didn't get it.

She promised she would come back. But he didn't believe her. After all, why would she do that? He's already taught her most of the things. She was so good at magic that she didn't need him at all. She could find a decent house, set up a business and meet someone. That last thought particularly annoyed him but she had every right to do so. In the end, they promised each other nothing. They didn't even talk about what actually connected them.

— Welcome home, [Reader] — he simply said, sitting down in the chair across from Calcifer.

This was, is and will be her home. That's what he told her the last time they saw each other. Did she still remember that?

The woman nodded, smiling slightly. But then she seemed to remember something and smile faded away. Markl didn't seem to notice anything. The boy showed her all the new spells he learned during her absence. She was rufflling his brown hair again and again, praising him for how much he had grown. She talked about her travels, taking out souvenirs from her bag. Ingaria was huge and it took her months to explore so many corners of the world. She travelled with everyone. By carriages, trains, cars, airships and on foot. More than one adventure has made a child's blood run cold. But then she would add an anecdote or a joke to make him laugh.

— I heard you were at the festival today — she said casually to her former master.

— You're right. — He held the look she gave him. Her piercing gaze told him everything. She knew why he was at Market Chipping. How? It didn't matter much.

He suppressed the strange feeling rising inside him. He regretted going there but she didn't need to know that. Or how much he missed her all this time. That at night he dreamed that she was close again, or that he planted lilies of the valley in the garden just to feel the scent she always carried behind her again. So he kept a straight face adorned with a small smile and announced that he would make dinner.

The fire demon looked at him scoldingly. Its flames danced accusingly. He knew what he meant. After all, he once took his heart. He knew him best and understood what was happening to him.

— Howl, cheek — he hissed quietly, sighing dramatically.

The blonde rubbed the indicated spot. Trace of red lipstick. Great. He wondered what she thought of him. If she even wondered about him at all... But why else would she have asked him the previous question?

Unfazed, he reached for the eggs. Plus a few slices of bacon. His signature dish. If you can even call a simple meal that. Calcifer eagerly ate the shells. To the accompaniment of complaints, he graciously agreed to put a frying pan on it. The pleasant smell of food lured the woman and the boy to the table. They had to clear away books, scrolls and potions. There was barely enough space to put dirty plates on it.

[Reader] complained about the condition of the castle. Dust, cobwebs and a pile of junk. He tried to defend himself. Deep in his heart, however, he agreed that she was right. Since the day she left, there has been chaos here. Marek somehow fought it at first. After a few days, however, he gave up. Seeing his master's condition, he instinctively followed his example. Howl knew he was responsible for this child but he couldn't bring himself to do anything. He denied all the changes for the better that the woman had introduced. He stopped cleaning, left the work in the hands of the student and disappeared for days at a time. Her absence caused him to completely fall apart. He went back to being the worst version of himself. He hated himself for it.

And now she saw who he really was. There was evidence everywhere. He couldn't stand that scolding look. Halfway through the seemingly cheerful dinner, he stood up and reached for a thick book. He read the spell from the old assignment over and over again. He pretended not to be interested in the other two's conversation. But im reality, something inside him was screaming. It rose towards her like a sapphire from a necklace. He hadn't been this close in a long time. She was sitting right next to him. At his fingertips. How many times had he dreamed about this? How he thought about what he could do then? And now she was home again and he had absolutely no idea what to do. Even if he looked composed on the outside.

He looked out the window. The rain didn't stop. He was stumbling mercilessly. Even if she wanted to leave, she would have at least spend this night here. But what next? Maybe she's only here in passing. She came to visit them and is about to disappear again. She will disappear like the mist that hides the The Waste. Or worse, it will all turn out to be just a beautiful dream. Howl will open his eyes in a moment. He will put his feet on the cold floor and she will be gone. He will only have what he has always had left. A pile of objects that he carried into the room one by one to occupy his attention. A colourful ball that reflected light in the glass on the ceiling because she didn't like the dark. An old, worn-out, golden gramophone. They listened to music together. Stacks of books covered with dust. Her favourites were on top. She left handwritten notes in them. When he read to them, he felt like he was one step closer to her. Masks from playing at Market Chipping, feathers from wild birds they watched together, a stuffed mascot and thousands of other things. All this helped him sleep when he lay in bed, tired from working for the king. There he pushed the images of war away from his mind. He tried to forget about the explosions, destruction and victims. Lilies of the valley by the bed drove away all evil, even if only for a moment. They smelled sweet like her. He could imagine himself lying right next to her. She brushes his hair from his forehead again, whispering soft, soothing words. She playfully tries on his emerald earrings, bursting into soft laughter. They talk about what happened all day. Seemingly nothing special. And then she slowly leaves, wishing him goodnight and he sleeps peacefully until morning. He hasn't felt peace in so long...

— Mark, it's time for bed. — The woman pushed him lightly towards the stairs.

— Just a moment — the boy begged, looking at her pleadingly.

— No discussion — she said, seeing that he wanted to protest.

He glanced uncertainly at her and then at the teacher. Then he cast a quick glance towards the demon. The flame tilted towards him knowingly. The student put his hands behind his back but everyone in the room could tell he was nervous.

— Are you staying with us? — he asked, looking at the floor.

The question rang in Howl's ears. This was what he also wanted to know.

— I don't know exactly for how long but I'm staying — [Reader] said calmly. — Now go to sleep.

Delighted, Markl ran to her and quickly hugged her. Then, as if embarrassed by this gesture, he ran up the stairs. The sound of his footsteps faded away. All that remained was the crackle of the fire in the fireplace. There was an awkward silence.

— I think we need to talk — [Reader] said after a while.

The man nodded.

— Don't mind me — Calcifer hissed. - I'll turn around and it'll be almost as if I wasn't there!

They would certainly not find peace with him. Discretion was not in his vocabulary.

— I think we'll leave after all — Howl said.

He turned the doorknob. The color pink meant a garden. He offered [Reader] his arm. She hesitated for a moment but eventually accepted the offer.

— Come on... I wanted to hear it — the demon growled dissatisfied as they walked through the door.

It never rained in this place. A warm, calm evening. As always. The pools of the lakes reflected the starlight. They walked together through the soft, light, green grass. The woman looked around the area. Not much has changed here. Actually nothing. Except for the lilies of the valley. She looked at them for a moment. He saw it. The only flowers that ever interested her. He just planted them.

He sealed his fate here long ago. Who would he be now if he hadn't caught a shooting star that fateful night? Would he still practice magic? He might not be a wizard at all. He regretted what he had done in his youth. The contract took his heart. It wasn't that he was completely devoid of feelings and emotions but something was missing. He was painfully aware of this. Some part of him that would make him feel completely human again. The worst thing was that it hadn't bothered him at all before. It was only when [Reader] came into his life that he realized how many things he didn't have or couldn't do. His love has always been and will always be incomplete.

— So… — he began, staring at the lake. — How long will you stay?

— I've already answered that I don't know. It depends. — The woman shrugged slightly.

— On what? — Howl continued. This was the moment he had been waiting for since he saw her at the castle today. He had to know the answers.

— On you. — She looked straight at him.

— I told you once. This is your home and you can always come back to it. I still stand by it.

— You know that's not what I mean. — She raised an eyebrow. — I'm waiting for you to tell me something.

— Like what? — asked the man.

— You know well — she said with a smile. — That you're sorry. That you love me. That you want me to stay because you care — she concluded.

The wind gently moved her dress. She stood on a hill among the lilies of the valley, the constellations reflected in her eyes. He could have sworn that he had never wanted anything more in his life than for them to stay like this until the end of time.

She was right. He knew it. And yet it was so difficult to express everything he wanted. How on earth did it come so easily to her?

— I am a monster. — That was all he could manage to say.

Black feathers appeared for a moment and then disappeared. He hated this monster. A big, heavy bird. The perfect and deadly weapon. Sent to the front to fight the enemy. There were also people on the other side of the barricade. Ordinary civilians, wanting to survive like him. Soldiers who had families they wanted to return to. Even if he didn't kill them, he contributed to it. If he didn't fight, he was a coward. If he fought, he was almost a murderer.

One day he will overdo it. He will use up too much magic. And then he will remain in this hideous form forever. Until the end of his days.

— That's true, but it doesn't mean I look at you differently. I already know that.

— I meant monster in the second sense too. I'm a terrible teacher for Markl. I'm setting a bad example for him. And I can't take care of my own castle. Since you've been gone, everything has been in ruins. — He took a deep breath. — And I used a woman today to forget about you.

— I was there. — It shocked him. — Why did you push her away? — [Reader] asked.

She had to use seven-mile boots. There was no other way she could have made it back to the castle before him. She took the prototype a long time ago and he hasn't seen them since. He didn't think they would last this long. And he certainly didn't expect her to take them on a trip.

— Because she wasn't you. I only love you and no one will ever replace you. Even if I didn't realize it. — Howl locked eyes with her for the first time that evening.

He could finally look her in the eyes without a trace of shame. That's what it was. The feeling he had found so difficult to name all this time. Even if he felt love, he didn't want to admit it. He also let go of his guilt. The ballast accumulated over such a long time disappeared as if by magic.

She stared at him expectantly. He knew she was waiting for the last words. She wouldn't be herself if she didn't want to see it through to the end and have her own way.

— I wish you would stay. — The man gave up. — I will change. I promise.

He placed his forehead against hers. She smelled like all the lilies of the valley around them. He stroked her hand and kissed it. He felt like he didn't deserve more yet. He'll work for it. He will make amends. He will become a better person. And then he will be worthy enough.

— Then I guess I have no choice. You're stuck with me. — Her laughter echoed throughout the starry garden.

Howl grabbed the place where the heart should be. He couldn't feel his pulse under his shirt. After all, many years ago, he gave up everything he was. And yet he lived.

This time he didn't need Calcifer to know what was inside him. He was still human. Looking at [Reader], he was sure of it.

[killuagirly]

Phantomhive Household[Separate] x F[?]Reader

Summary: It's Valentine's Day!~ Your favorite characters' time to shine when confessing their love for you. How might they go about it?

Notes: This is a bit rushed for Valentine's Day, but at least it's here!! I may end up writing for White Day as well, who knows? The reader in this case is referred to as gender neutral in most cases, but the gifts are lenient towards female readers.

CW: Nothing, really. Just some cute fluffy romance with your one and only<33

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Ciel Phantomhive

☆ Ciel would plan everything out beforehand, making sure that he could treat you to a night out to dinner or something nicer than usual. Maybe he'll have a stay-at-home date and have Sebastian make your favorites, or even host a ball in your honor where he could publicly confess to you the way a noble should.

☆ His gifts might consist of sweets, plushes, and more from the Funtom Corporation. Not to mention he'd somehow manage to get his hands on all of your favorite pastries, just how you like them. Along with sweets and a snuggly companion, a dress//suit designed perfectly to suit your taste was sent to you the day prior to inviting you over.

Sebastian Michaelis

☆ Ah yes, you are quite lucky indeed to have a demon wrapped around your finger. Like the gentleman he is, he's set up a dance for the two of you in the manor with his young master's permission. Most likely later in the day, making sure to shoo off the other servants with their duties before taking your hand to sway with the music. No worries if you can't dance, he'll guide you.

☆ Before "dancing the night away" with you by his side, Sebastian took it upon himself to present you with a beautiful bouquet of assorted red and black roses. This was along with a silver gemstone ring of your favorite color, both of your initials engraved on the inside. He slipped it on your finger with the sly wording of, "This will not be the last time we find ourselves in a position like this, my dear."

Baldroy

☆ Baldroy is a man who can enjoy the simple things, not often wishing for much more. For you however, he decided an inside dinner by the candlelight would be suitable. Rather than indulging you inside the Phantomhive Manor itself, he's booked a table far earlier than necessary at a fancy restaurant in town.

☆ Somehow he managed to make the moment of you both leaving after a nice meal romantic as well, taking out a necklace he had hand picked out just for you out of a small box and carefully hooking the clasp around your neck. Baldroy took a step back and gave you his signature toothy grin accompanied by a wink, "Look how pretty ya are now my darlin', even if ya were already pretty before."

Mey-Rin

☆ Much like Baldroy, Mey-Rin can enjoy the simple things with pleasure. She may not have booked a fancy restaurant for you, but she convinced Sebastian to let the two of you use the kitchen for the afternoon. You had a fun and playful baking date, which ended with flour and sugar covering both of your faces, the floor, and just about anything else in the room. You were both enjoying laughing yourselves to death though, so it was worth the clean-up.

☆ Along with the sweets you managed to bake, Mey-Rin brought you a box of assorted chocolates hidden behind her back. Yelling out, "Suprise! D' ya like them?" Not long after she took you to her servant's courters and pulled out a white present box wrapped up tightly in a red ribbon. Waiting for you inside was different glass containers of your favorite scents.

Finnian

☆ This boy would go to the ends of the earth for you if you let him, and Valentine's Day seemed like the perfect chance to prove this to you in his eyes. Although he was stuck on how to show his love for you for quite a bit of time, he eventually came to the bright idea of a date in the garden. Laid out for the two of you was a picnic blanket with a variety of goods, and afterwards a cuddle session wrapped up tightly in Finny's arms.

☆ Trying his hardest, Finnian picked out a charm bracelet with different combinations to match your personality. He also prepared a slightly messy bouquet of different flowers he had grown himself in the garden of the Manor, mainly consisting of colors that were meant to represent the two of you. Maybe his choices weren't the nicest when put together, but it's the effort that counts.

Snake

☆ Snake is nervous and bothered that he might mess up his chance until the very moment you go to meet him. He didn't go all out, but he did manage to set up a little stargazing date for the two of you. His actual confession would be the hardest for him, even trying to use his own voice rather than having his snakes speak for him.

☆ As for gifts, he did what he could manage and asked around the other servants for advice. In the end he settled for a small bouquet of red roses, and little matching snake rings. He definitely got scared that you wouldn't like the rings, thinking they may have been more leaning towards his interests over yours. To his relief, upon receiving your gifts, the stars you had been watching couldn't compare to the ones in your eyes.

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[sunflowerrosewood]

Not A Scum ~ Obey Me! Mammon

Author's Note: Since my other account @cheekyredwillow got deleted. I am adding some of my favorite fanfictions to this account and revamping this one with new ones. I hope to make an actual list of fandoms I am still a fan of! NO requests for the time being.

On to the one shot!

You were the other human transfer student and since became close with all the demon brothers. Mammon was the one you find the closest. He was, as you would say, your first. But even being the first one to make a pact with, you still thought of Mammon as your crush. And while you had an obvious crush on him, so much so that Belphie and Beelzebub would tease you about it, Mammon's crush on you wasn't as apparent.

You knew something strange was coming up when Mammon began to avoid you. It was shortly after some rowdy demons tried to kill you and Lucifer and Mammon protected you. But they did not take into the account of one that disappeared and then stabbed you in the shoulder. 

Lucifer immediately killed that demon and Mammon was yelling because the demon made the injury bubble and burn. It scared him. What you did not know was that Mammon blamed himself. If he hadn't dragged you to the cafe for a drink and left you alone, you wouldn't be in this mess. 

The burn was not as bad but Diavolo made you take the next couple of weeks off. Luckily Diavolo set something up where you could get your classwork similar to Levi and Belphie. Luke and Simeon do check on you other than the brothers. Speaking of the brothers, every single one of them checked on you except Mammon. While it was nice to see them worried, Mammon is usually the first to be there. 

You tried checking in by texting but you would just get the read message. And after a week of being waited on, you could get up and go to him. So you decided to put on some sweats and go outside. You could hear the Asmo, Mammon, Satan, and Levi in the halls so you decided to wait and listen. 

"How is she?" Mammon asked. 

"She seems to be doing fine with homework. The burn is healing nicely. She should be moving soon." Satan said nonchalantly.

"No thanks to you." Levi snapped. 

"What do you mean?" Mammon growled.

"What Levi is saying because thanks to you scum, Y/n was hurt. You left and she was hurt. Lucifer knew something would go wrong but you had to be greedy like usual. Now you didn't even check on her to see if she was okay like you didn't care. You are truly a scum." Asmodeus said as you could see Mammon's fist clench. 

"I was ashamed and thought Y/n would be upset with me." Mammon growled. 

"She would have been happier if you showed up." Levi growled. 

You noticed the three brothers walk away from Mammon. Mammon was looking down and pulled out his phone. You were lucky your phone was on vibrate because you saw you finally got a message from Mammon. He walked in his room afterwards.

Mammon: how are you?

You: I'm doing better now. I'm walking around.

Mammon: Sorry I haven't been by

Mammon: Do you mind if I come by now?

Mammon: I understand if you don't want me to

You: Come on by

You: I've missed you

End…

As soon as you sent your message, you heard a soft knock on your door. You got up and opened the door and could see that Mammon's gold eyes were dark. He looked ashamed and sad. Your heart felt like someone stuck a stake in it. 

"Mammon, is everything okay?" You asked softly. 

“I’m sorry Y/n for not checking up on you.” He said as you tugged him over to your bed.

“Why did you stay away from me?” You asked even though you had a good feeling what the answer would be.

You had never seen Mammon so hurt before. But even though you tried to usher him to sit on the bed, he bent down on his knees in front of you. You noticed his hands were shaking as he touched where you got your wound.

“May I see?” Mammon asked, avoiding the other question. 

You lifted your shirt and the gash where the demon had attacked had softened to just one pink streak on your side. Luckily Luke and Simeon made a medicine to heal it quickly. Mammon touched the wound on your side and you heard a soft whimper. When you looked down, Mammon had his face on your lap near the wound. 

“Mammon please tell me what is wrong.” You begged as Mammon touched his pact mark along the inner side of your left wrist. He pulled his head up and you saw tear streaks down his face. 

“I truly am a scumbag.” Mammon croaked as you felt his hand rubbing your pact mark. “I’m supposed to protect you. All I do is get you hurt and one of the other boys has to clean it up.”

“Mammon please look at me.” You said as his gold eyes met your e/c eyes.

“Y/n?” He questioned as you threw your arms around him and hugged him. You felt him stiffen not being used to contact. 

“Mammon you are not a scum or scumbag. Sure when we first met, it wasn’t the most pleasant. But now you brag about you being my first member to make a pact and it is something I cherish.” You said as Mammon tried to break the hug. “You made a mistake. We all do. But that will not make me love you any less.”

“Of course you would love me.” He said trying to show off but you felt his body shake. 

“Mammon, I know you aren’t okay. But I do promise you that I love you so much.” You said as you felt him hug you back.

“I’m sorry Y/n. I’m sorry. I promise I will take better care of you. I will protect you. I love you too Y/n.” Mammon rambled out as you pulled him onto your bed. 

The two of you stayed in each other’s arms for a few hours. The other brothers ended up peeking in to see. They did give Mammon hell for not checking up on you because they knew how much you loved him. And they didn’t like to see you upset and seeing Mammon beating himself up over it. They knew that since you two finally accepted each other’s feelings that it won’t be so one sided anymore. It also helped to hear each other’s worries and comfort.

[fourswords]

actually the idea of shadow being revived (or. well. given a tangible body again. given that he's just stuck as a shadow) post-manga is really funny because i'm fairly certain all he would do for at least two months afterwards is follow zelda around and do shit like scare off people who are being annoying to her or something. like. trade agreement between hyrule and idk holodrum (if it exists in that timeline) being renegotiated and the holodrum delegation is being super irritating about the whole thing? well they're sure gonna be less irritating when they start seeing some fucking kid out of the corner of their eyes warp out of the shadows like a demon in the night with a hundred rows of teeth that are so so sharp and scary and huge claws and leaking black goo from its eyes or something. in fact they'll be so desperate to get out of there that they'll agree to whatever the hell hyrule wants. zelda has a moral obligation to scold him for pulling shit like this but sometimes she does have to privately agree that he IS making it so much easier to get shit done. eventually she has to dump him back with link for the sake of her own sanity and the whole time she has to be like Yes shadow we're still friends i just need some time alone. No i'm not mad at you. Yes you can come hang out in the castle so long as you aren't following me around all the time. YES shadow i promise we're still friends. because to shadow (as evidenced by him and vio in the manga) being friends = Being Attached At The Hip 24/7 and nobody ever fucking taught him otherwise. anyway he takes over link's room to sulk about it for three days before unleashing hell upon link in the form of pranks and link never knows a day of peace ever again

[creatrixanimi]

as a submas fan who recently got into hazbin I would absolutely love to hear your au thoughts!!!!

Ok ill have to try to write out everything i've got so far!

So the original premise was that ingo and emmet got mixed up and ingo got sent to hell instead of emmet as an oopsie (emmet didnt do anything overly bad in life but heaven/hell stuff is so arbitrary they probably just made a weird decision somewhere down the line lol) but i thinkkk i have switched it to Ingo gets sent to hell because Volo successfully sacrificed him in a ritual and emmet, while dying in the same place, wasnt actually part of it so normal rules still applied to him. Ingo's soul is all messed up and corrupted because of the ritual which caused his amnesia. Emmet finds out about Ingo being sent to hell after he cant find ingo anywhere in heaven and rightfully gets upset at heaven's lack of action because he see's ingo's situation as a huge injustice. So Emmet's whole thing is basically just causing problems until he finds his way to hell and reunites with ingo.

Ingo's situation is where the fun is lol. So he wakes up after spawning in hell and is just a total odd-ball. Half because he doesnt remember ANYTHING from before he died. Maybe not even his name? Which is weird. And also because he's a total sweetheart. No one can figure out why he's even there because it's not like he's a hellborn so he must have done something to end up in hell. After a brief period of wandering around aimlessly, Lady Sneasler, who is an overlord in this au, kinda adopts him and takes him places because she thinks hes so charming and adorable. Melli is just a guy that hangs around lady sneasler even though he acts like he doesnt like her? She's the poison overlord (kinda like an aqua tofana situation for sneasler) and melli is a poison guy. So they kinda just fall into the same group. So they both become friends of Ingo. After a while of character introductions and some brief fun stuff like Sneasler getting Ingo to do all kinds of fun stuff he probably wouldnt do on his own (like the clubbing thing lmao) Ingo has his first blackout, probably triggered by some sort of memory thing, and its kinda terrifying. When he has those blackouts he shifts into his full demon form and his power goes haywire causing a lot of destruction. Its a huge shock because normally regular sinner demons dont really have much in terms of inherent power and also because Ingo cant actually use his powers while conscious so there was no sign of him being capable of that level of chaos. Anyway, after he has his little blackout his body sustains damage from exerting that kind of power and is kinda down for the count for a while afterwards. His story from there on is figuring out what is going on with him and trying to stop those blackouts before it either destroys him or a good chunk of the city, whichever comes first lmao. Sneasler is kinda just there to reign in ingo and melli she just loves a good show lol Melli is kinda where i wanna connect it more to the existing hazbin characters/storyline. Because this is lowkey more of a crossover. He accidentally becomes charlie's new pet project which no one is a fan of 😂 melli did not volunteer for this at all but his character arc is learning to make friends and care about other people after pushing people away for so long because he's a huge ball of self-hatred. He's kinda perfect for the "i can fix him" thing the hotel is all about. SO he's stuck learning to become a better person and being the narrative connection back to the core of the actual show lmao. Not sure if they ever even stay at the hotel. Maybe ingo and melli could flip flop between sneasler's place and the hotel. They dont actually have places of their own so its one or the other. In terms of intra character interactions i think its like this (this is prolly set post-s1 so no sir pentious): Charlie: thinks ingo is nice, wants to fix melli and is working with ingo to do this. Her relationship w sneasler is similar to rosie in my head. Alastor: finds Ingo somewhat threatening because Ingo can read him like a book. would otherwise find him pleasant but because he has a hard time keeping up his mysterious scary image around him he avoids him if possible. Ingo really likes him because "he reminds him of someone but he cant put a finger on it", will teleport away if melli is in the vicinity, finds sneasler charming. would gossip with her 10/10. When emmet shows up they try to kill each other which is entirely unsurprising. Everyone else in the hotel is more or less "theres something not right about that ingo guy but he's nice enough i guess", "FUCK melli get him OUT OF HERE", and "lady sneasler is chill" and when emmet shows up theyre just like "oh this explains why he likes alastor so much. Now theres TWO OF THEM." I would like to develop the other character's opinions on the situation more but this is getting. so so long. misc other character stuff: 

Lady sneasler still has sneasels, usually 3 of them. they just have tiny wings and horns but otherwise look like regular sneasels. No clue what their deal is they just exist. 

Rosie and Sneasler get along great. they are kinda similar but fill different power-niches in hell. 

Rosie finds ingo SO charming. She loves his odd vintage flair despite literally dying like. in the 2020s lol. He's very popular in cannibal town because he's a train freak and edwardians love trains. He takes the cute edwardian cannibal kiddies on train rides.

im not really sure what goes on with emmet in this au i just know he's having a shit time of it and eventually finds ingo. I havent decided if he actually falls or just leaves heaven because it sucks and no one cares enough to stop him. Also only slightly related but i actually have a voice-canon for him which is will wood which works great for this au lmao. Also emmet plays killer jazz piano and alastor is so mad about it because its actually good.

emmet and alastor dont really have all that much in common besides the smile thing but its just enough for them to beef over it. really its a similar feud as alastor and lucifer, alastor sees emmet as a threat both because of his power and the smile thing and emmet doesnt like that ingo is following alastor around like a lost puppy. emmet is def way less mysterious, he's just pissed that his brother is suffering even if ingo doesnt seem to notice his own problems.

volo doesnt really come back up in this au because he's still alive. just imagine that akari is kicking his ass in the living world or something lmao. 

i cant decide if pokemon exist in this universe. It would be funny tho to have chandelure exist in a world where souls are like whole ass people who can die for a second time. worlds nicest guy's pet lamp eats people until theyre perma-dead for breakfast.

Elesa (and probably also drayden and iris depening on your headcanons) are very sad :( i like emmet/elesa so it makes it extra hard on elesa tho. there is no solution for this.

not sure what the arceus situation is here. hazbin as far as i know doesnt have a canon god design so for all we know god could be a dumbass llama i guess. its doesnt really matter besides stylizing volo's ritual

[authormars]

Trauma

This is a Lucifer trauma post. Trigger warnings include: SA, Abuse of Authority, Abuse in general, Manipulation, Grooming, and if I'm missing any, please tell me

I'm a firm believer in don't like, don't read/ignore

I'm making one big post about this, because it's much easier. I'm focusing on the two I mention a lot in my fics or possibly posts here.

I do want to prefice this with that I do not condone or defend any of this behavior. These are real experiences some people may go through, and if you have, please seek help from a trusted friend, adult, or medical professional.

I will put trigger warning per section. None of this is canon, it all pertains to my headcanon/my au

Michael

Trigger warnings for this portion include: Grooming, Abuse of Authority, Abuse, SA(?)

Michael is an archangel. He was part of an experiment created by the father to see what DNA made the perfect angel. Three were created from this. Gabriel, with half human, half angel DNA, Uriel, with full angel DNA, and Michael, with half demon, half angel DNA. Michael proved to be an interesting case, with strength above any other angel. However, the demon in his blood came with some not so good tendencies to enjoy others pain.

When Lucifer was created as the "perfect angel," Michael began to train him in swordfighting. Michael took an interest in him and became his only mentor.

As Lucifer grew older, Michael began to be more harsh on him. Anytime he failed to defeat him in a match, Lucifer would receive a punishment such as being whipped. It slowly drove him to become better (though, the other archangels didn't approve of his methods)

Lucifer had a habit of sticking his whole self-esteem on Michael's opinion. This meant he was constantly asking Michael how he did or whether he looked good or anything to get praise. If Michael didn't respond with "Perfect" then Lucifer was sent down a spiral (something that stuck with him when he fell)

At a celebration for another angel, Lucifer and Michael we're about to leave and Lucifer happened to ask "Do I still look good?" Because he was desperate for his idol's approval. In response, Michael kissed him and said "Absolutely perfect"

Afterward, Michael insisted Lucifer didn't tell a soul what had happened. They were friends, weren't they? Friends can keep secrets, right? Manipulations such as that. Eventually, these exchanges got more common and Lucifer became more paranoid they would be found out. He thought the world of Michael and would never sell him out, but he was always worried someone else knew.

But then, the war began and Michael refused to side with Lucifer.

"But you said we were friends."

"Friends don't rebell against the Father, Lucifer"

"She's my sister!"

"She made her choice. You must make yours"

"Then I suppose we'll meet again on the battle field"

Michael's section is finished here!

Diavolo

Trigger warnings include: Abuse of Authority, implied/mentioned SA, Abuse

If anyone recognizes me off my AO3, then you'll probably know of my Kiss Me, Son of God series. This is a series in which Diavolo abuses his authority and Lucifer's pact with him to sleep with him.

That's the first incident in which Diavolo isn't the greatest person.

Diavolo has rampages, just like the brothers. However, unlike the brothers, his don't stick to a particular sin. Diavolo is a royal demon, meaning he is representative of all sins. This means that he can have rampages for all sins.

The most common would be Lust or Wrath. During these rampages, he has a tendency to hurt Lucifer. In Lust, because he subconsciously sees Lucifer as his future queen (tagged as Dialuci for a reason) and in Wrath because he sees Lucifer as an angel, therefore a threat in his realm.

However, unlike Michael, Diavolo almost never remembers doing these things to Lucifer. When he realizes his best friend is slowly becoming afraid of him, he makes the move to improve. As time moves forward, Diavolo becomes more caring and cautious around Lucifer, leading to the relationship we see in game.

Final thoughts

I give a lot of trauma to Lucifer, mainly as a coping mechanism. I am an angst writer, so the things I headcanon/have in my au are going to be heavy topics. I recognize that this behavior is not okay and I don't defend it at all.

These things happen to real people, and I feel like these topics aren't discussed enough in fandom culture. That's the reason I write it and incorporate it. If we remain ignorant, we won't recognize the signs of it happening in our own lives or in the lives of the people we love.

If you've read to the end, thank you! I know this is mainly just me dumping stuff, but thanks for reading it

[ferahntics]

Giratina rant

So replaying Platinum and I picked up Legends: Arceus again, and I am in the mood to blabble about Giratina for a bit.

Spoiler warning for those who haven’t played Legends: Arceus - highly recommend it if you want more insight into Sinnoh’s lore. (I’d suggest playing DPPt first to get a feel for Gen 4, Arceus is much more enjoyable if you can pick up on the references!) Or just - spoilers for gen 4 all around, the movies, the games, you name it KJSHG

And this got dangerously long, and will most likely not make any sense skjgh get your tinfoil hats on.

So, the biggest thing about it, is that it was banished for its violence, right. So, it outright states it’s got a very destructive nature. I mean, in PLA it flat-out tore a rift in space-time to strike down Arceus, making some form of pact with Volo during the process, and it didn’t hold back in its fight against the player, either. It being violent is not a secret.

But then I think of the events of Platinum - when it interfered with Cyrus, and more specifically Cynthia’s text in Masters - where she believes Giratina to be a kind soul. Not to mention Laventon’s theory after you catch Giratina, where he states it was no match for the player - and chose to defend the world afterwards, rather than continue to destroy it.

And that makes me think - why would a creature that people see it as the definition of darkness and malice - do acts that are the opposite? Quite a few of these are in the Pokemon movies where it appears - when it helped Ash battle Zero, and help him escape the Reverse World. Or earlier in the movie, where it allowed Pikachu to sit on its horns (crown??) and even Shaymin, who was mortally scared of Giratina, grew fond of it. Not to mention it was surrounded by many Pokemon during the movie - this makes me think that, not only did they know how important Giratina’s duty is in the other world, but they feel okay enough to approach the bloody thing. If this legendary creature really was as violent as researchers describe it - or myths - then I doubt those Pokemon would be willing to step close at all.

Now, does this exactly redeem any past violent actions? Honestly I’d argue no, the damage was done - time doesn’t heal everything, and I imagine after the stories of Giratina being passed down for generations, Giratina might as well be a symbol of destruction, and few people might be willing to see its good sides. (Its certainly got the right appearance of a demon alright, the Asmodeus of Pokemon LOL)

I think its more a case of. Its heart is in the right place, but the way Giratina goes about it is where it gets conflicting. So, I imagine, in general its got a dangerously short fuse - that much was established in the dex entries. But I kind of imagine it to have a very black and white way of thinking. So, instead of seeing things that have both good and bad things - it views them as ‘you’re not a threat’ or ‘you are a minimal threat - but still a threat, and I’m not taking any chances with you’ and more often than not resorts to violent actions.

Heck, in the Sky Warrior movie, Giratina was pretty aggressive with Shaymin, even though it meant no harm and just wanted to break Dialga’s timeloop - it certainly went about it the violent way and tried to trigger it through fear.

You could argue Cyrus’ fate was a merciful one. Forever trapped in a universe with no other living being aside from him and its deity. No real sound, no sunlight, no... nothing. Like being trapped in a completely hollow terrain. His life was spared, but then the idea of being stuck in a completely different world that’s so huge, yet to hollow, is haunting to think about.

Would I call Giratina evil - definitely not. Its not a pure creature either, not by a long-shot. Its very heavily flawed and chaos follows it everywhere, it might as well be the embodiment of it. But after the events of PLA, we see it show many generous acts - if we take the movie (Giratina and the Sky Warrior) - it was very violent starting off, but after Shaymin healed it, and Ash fought alongside it - it stuck with it. It doesn’t forget kind actions. And it remembered that in the Arceus and the Jewel of Life movie, where it finally dropped its grudge with Dialga.

I think its a deity with a very rigid line of thinking, either you’re a threat or you’re not. It’s fully capable of forgiving (Dialga and Palkia after the Rise of Darkrai movie) even when it was hell-bent on fighting them, Dialga especially.

This entire post is me really stretching things like this is Mr Fantastic from the fantastic four, but - listen. I like to imagine Giratina to be a very complicated deity to understand. I don’t think it’s the pure manifestation of evil with no redeeming qualities, but I don’t think it’s a flawless, pure being either. It’s in that chaotic center - so really - I think Giratina, after PLA, does have good intentions, and does want to defend the world - but the way it goes about it is morally questionable, because, as we all know, it is violent by nature.

Now, put on a second tinfoil hat on top of the first one.

And that is what most likely earned its banishment - and that’s what might have caused it to become increasingly violent. Anger is an emotion that often comes out to defend you when you feel like you’re faced with injustice and don’t deserve this. Whatever it was, Giratina might’ve thought the destruction it caused at some point was justified or the lesser evil, done for the greater good.

Arceus didn’t see the devastation as justified at all, and thus banished one of the members of the creation trio. And Giratina became furious - because it thought it did good - it went to drastic lengths to do good. And is now being punished for what it thought was an act of sacrifice to protect the world. (what exactly this ‘destruction event’ was, idk, but if it deserves banishment it had to be nasty - you have pokemon that dissolve others with acid and drink their juices or kidnap children and those weren’t banished JKSHGD) 

So this form of ‘injustice’ from Giratina’s POV, might’ve caused it to become vengeful, and increasingly more violent - and this might’ve been what led to its pact with Volo to destroy Arceus, and cause the events of PLA. Giratina, at the time, didn’t think it deserved this punishment. Perhaps only after the player in PLA defeated it, both at the Temple of Sinnoh and in Turnback Cave - it might’ve started considering that perhaps - perhaps - it was a suitable punishment after all.

And perhaps, after... maybe decades - centuries, even - of fury, grief, hatred and isolation, it did in fact, earn the title of ‘renegade’ and it was better off in its own universe - only allowed to interact with the real world under very specific circumstances. (Mostly when some form of ‘glitch’ happens between dimensions, either because of Cyrus, or Volo).

It’s a very chaotic being, both in terms of its actions and in terms of understanding it, and Giratina is aware of it - and I imagine it often struggles to understand itself.

[shychick-52]

Wormwood and Cedric had so much history. From their days at Hexley Hall together, to all Cedric's time as Royal Sorcerer (not even counting all the times Cedric plotted with Wormwood to steal Sofia's amulet ever since she arrived at the castle). That's a lot of years!! Cedric probably confided in Wormwood about everything, was the only one he ever had to talk to- was the only friend he ever had or allowed himself to get close to- until Sofia came into his life. They've been through so much.

Cedric had already felt hurt and betrayed by him in the episode 'Hexley Hall' (and Wormwood didn't even mean to betray him then), but can you imagine how much more hurt he was by his deliberate betrayal in 'In Cedric We Trust' when Wormwood not only framed him for taking that crown... but gleefully admitted he was throwing away years of friendship just because Cedric had changed since 'The Day of the Sorcerers' (his life, his goals, his priorities; he was free from so much of his demons, bitterness, and hate, and was truly healing and becoming a healthier person) and also admitting he only cared about Cedric as long as their relationship benefitted him (he always saw Cedric as a bungler and a failure just like everyone else, and only stuck with him because of his own selfish ambitions to be the familiar/pet of a powerful, evil sorcerer)??

That had to have been a HUGE punch in the gut to Cedric. It's truly unfortunate there wasn't time during their confrontation scene in 'Day of the Sorcerers' or at the end of that episode for Cedric to react more to that. I absolutely think that once it sunk in afterward, it REALLY hurt him. Wormwood had basically been using him, similar to how Cedric had initially been using Sofia. Cedric always thought Wormwood was a true and loyal friend, but he was purely toxic. Unlike Cedric, he was truly selfish, cruel, and irredeemable.

And I can see Sofia comforting him, and gently telling him that as much as it truly is painful, it's probably for the best when certain people in our lives are cut off when they're not really our friends. I can see her telling Cedric he deserves true friends while putting her hand in his (and Cedric smiling warmly and saying softly "Like yourself, Princess").

And I love the thought of Sofia gifting him with a new familiar (maybe a baby owl) so he wouldn't be so lonely in his workshop.

@moonypears-blog @bettathanyou

[pessimisticpigeonsworld]

Hey hey hey just quick question, have you come across certain individuals arguing that Luke's death was justified or deserved bc "he ran away like a coward" and that Aemond had a good reason to kill him? I certainly am appalled by the idea of justifying or even cheering on the death of a child regardless of what he did or didn't do at like 7 years old (especially considering not even Aemond himself was planning on killing Luke, tried to prevent it from happening once he realized he lost control of Vhagar and the look on his face afterwards clearly indicates how shocked/full of regret he himself is), sorry for the long message I'd love to hear your perspective on this

Ugh yes, I've seen some of them pull this shit. Apparently TG stans enjoy infantilizing their favs while hating the blacks for actually acting their age.

They excuse Alicent's actions for the entire twenty years the show covers because she was a child bride. Meanwhile, Rhaenyra must act like a mature adult when she's fourteen and be completely understanding of Alicent marrying her father when she has no context for what happened.

They excuse Aegon constantly bullying his siblings and being a literal rapist because his "daddy doesn't love him". However, Rhaenyra is expected to be grateful for being allowed to pick the man who's going to view her simply as a baby maker, which she thinks because of the unaddressed trauma of what happened to her mother.

They excuse Aemond never maturing past one prank done by his brother (the pig prank) and believing blood purity because he was bullied :(. Meanwhile, Luke is demonized for attacking the older boy about to kill his brother (at least it looked like it, if we're being generous).

Now, Luke is being mocked for being actually more mature than Aemond and reacting completely reasonably to his situation. Luke chose to ignore Aemond's insults and stayed true to the oath he swore to his mother. He tried to leave Storm's End peacefully, tried to leave the situation without making the tensions explode into a full out war.

Aemond, who is three fucking years older than Luke, acted like a goddamn middle schooler, trying to get a reaction out of Luke. He chose to antagonize Luke and tried to start a fight in the middle of a dimplomatic mission. Then he chases Luke and his barely old enough to ride dragon on his giant war dragon through a storm yelling maniacally about maiming a child.

What sane person wouldn't run away from that? Luke was smart enough to know that he'd die if he stuck around Storm's End and he'd die if he tried to fight Aemond.

Both of them lost control of their dragons, Luke's trying to defend him and itself, Aemond's trying to kill Luke (which Aemond was basically communicating). Aemong somehow didn't realize that chasing a child through a storm on the biggest dragon alive wouldn't end badly, yet his stans constantly make excuses for him.

It's only TB that's expected to be perfect and act perfectly mature. The double standard is endlessly frustrating and headache inducing. The greens are ridiculous and infantilized by both the show and their stans.

[l3viat8an]

OMFG, ENEMIES TO LOVERS WITH MEPHISTO! Imagining him finally snapping after MC goes a little too far with an insult (smth like “well at least my sole purpose in life isn’t to be a stupid fucking playmate! And you didn’t even do a good job of that, either!”), pushing her against a wall while he grits through his teeth that he hates her. He hates her so much but he also loves her, and he hates that he loves her. She grabs him by his lapels and smashes her lips on his, and afterwards she whispers, “I love you too,” against his his lips.

Enemies to lovers really fits with Mephisto!!! cuz he’s such a stuck up ass-

But I’m just imagining after the little ‘incident’ kiss

Mephisto will avoid MC completely. It’s already too hard to sort out his own feelings and hearing them say that only makes it harder!

and anytime MC tries starting a conversation with Mephisto he’s ignoring them completely or making up some excuses and walking off-

It almost becomes a little game, who will crack first? The demon or the human?

[my2phetaliaheadcanons]

Right so you've said to ask for more so here I am BEGGING please can we have more of the 2p yandere's accidentally punishing their darling for the knife hiding thingy? And if its okay can we have the 1ps reaction as well? THANK YOU IN ADVANCE AND YOU DEFINITELY DON'T HAVE TO DO IT AT ALL NO PRESSURE 💃💃💛

(Y/N) mumbled curses into her fingers. Nails bent and cracked with each insult uttered under her breath like a cursed spell.

Yet, there was no magic behind her words. For if there was such power within the woman, she would not be stuck in this dark, padded cell. Instead that ancient relic who claimed her as not only his lover but scorned her as a cunning thief would be sealed in her stead.

As her mind created bloody visions of suffering for what she could only deem an entity of sorts, the padded cell’s door groaned.

The bright light created black spots in her vision as her tormentor’s form became visible.

She watched as his quiet footsteps sank into the cushioning. Unbothered by it as he stalked closer using his eyes to hold her still like a border collie to a lonely ewe.

“Are you ready to confess?” He pressed as he leaned down to (Y/N)’s curled form.

With bared teeth, she spat. “I don’t know where the damn knife is.”

The nation sighed as he stood back to his true height, head shaking in disappointment as it went. “I guess you’ll need a few more days.”

“But I DIDN’T DO ANYTHING!” (Y/N) screeched as he left. Shutting the door once more with a bang. Sealing her again in a world of darkness.

1p Canada: Matthew sighed heavily as he stepped onto the wooden floor of his cabin living room. With heavy hands, he turned to close the basement door with the decoy bookshelf door. Silencing his maple’s false cries of innocence.

For a moment he hesitated, with his pale hand on the shelf. Fingers in the faint groove that could easily open the passage. Take (Y/N) away from her demons. Warm her cold bones in his arms.

But he couldn’t.

Not when the knife was still gone. Not when there was a chance of a successful escape.

Slowly, he allowed his weight to drag his hand away from the shelf. Shuffling away from his beloved, Matthew’s eyes glanced around the modern cabin. Looking for a simple task.

In the corner, by a grey barn-style door was a basket full of colorful furs. As Matthew approached them, he recalled how he had painstakingly removed them from their hosts. Prepared their hides to be made into a wedding gift for his bride-to-be.

Maybe, Matthew thought as he shifted his weight, working on (Y/N)’s gift would ease his mind. If only for a small time.

Like a man bogged down by tragedy, Matthew leaned down to lift the basket. Grunting as he moved the large container into his arms, but before he could find a comfortable hold he froze.

The loud clatter that caused it sounded like metal hitting wood.

No, Matthew thought, as he gazed at the shining metal. It was his missing hunting knife.

When Matthew realizes that he’s the reason the knife disappeared, he acts quickly. Throwing the fur into his workshop, and the knife placed on the beat-up worktable. He double-checks that it’s in plain sight as he hurries to the kitchen.

He makes a hot meal and prepares a warm bath before collecting you. Once you’re upstairs, he gives you the option of a bath or meal. Whichever you pick first, he gives with no questions asked. Though he makes up for his mistake, he doesn’t let you lift a finger. Instead, he feeds you and washes you with a gentleness that makes you shiver.

And for a while afterward, he’s a lot more lenient. Just don’t ask for your freedom, he can’t give you that.  

1p America: Though (Y/N) couldn’t see it, Alfred leaned his head against the cool, metal door that kept them apart. Frowning as he heard her villainous venom.

He wasn’t sure how long he had stayed there, heart aching in his chest as he longed for her to repent. When a loud beep and rough vibration caused him to snap to the present.

Scrambling, Alfred grasped along his belt for a little, black pager. Pulling it off like it was hot, he looked at the screen and saw the number of his secretary. He bit back a groan as he moped away from his tortured sidekick.

As he climbed the cement basement stairs to the main floor, he turned to the right. Following the hall until he reached his office.

Once inside the patriotic-themed room, he sighed as he slumped in his black gamer chair. Arm slowly reached out to the black rotary phone on his redwood desk.

With the speed of a constipated turtle, Alfred dialed the number. As the rings trilled in his ear Alfred shuffled through the stacks of documents on his desk. Just as the phone’s rings changed to the monotone of his secretary, he noticed a flash of red.

 Curious, he leaned closer as the secretary’s voice became like elevator music meant to be ignored. His empty hand slid the white sheet to the right, revealing something that made his own skin match the paper.

His letter opener.

“Jenkins,” Alfred said, his voice tight. “I’ve got to go.”

Alfred’s gonna be torn at first. He now knows your innocence, but this could be a chance to make you more obedient. Ultimately, he decides that you’ll spend one more night in the basement, but that you’ll receive a reward for being so good while stuck inside.

When he journeys down the next day, Alfred gives you a small smile as he apologizes. Saying he found the knife and that he was foolish for thinking you would ever go against him. As you get ready to spit in his face and call him all kinds of foul names for his stupidity, he pulls you into his arms. Cradling you as he promises his gift will make it up to you.

That gift is a small, caged patio. It has some plants, grass, and a nice porch swing that bounces when you sit on it.

If you voice your displeasure and tell him off for his lame attempt at forgiveness, Alfred will get defensive. Telling you to be grateful, that one his punishment wasn’t more severe and two that he at least is trying to make it up to you.

Egypt: Abubakar rolled his eyes as he listened to her fading insults. He hoped a few more days in the modified ruins would pull the confession from her, or else he may have to resort to more physical methods.

His shoes scraped against the sandy floor as he made his way through the labyrinth of halls. Calmly he walked to the top, the hot, desert sun blinding him for only a moment as he reached for his gray suit to pull out dark sunglasses.

Within two clicks, Abubakar was in his car. Driving back to the city, though (Y/N) never fully left his mind.

He couldn’t understand why she refused to submit. He offered her everything from power and riches to his body and possible immortality. Yet, the woman remained unfazed, maybe even more determined to leave him.

Sighing as he reached his complex, Abubakar exited his car with the grace of a cat and just as elusively went to his penthouse.

As Abubakar opened the heavy door, a small chirp from his black, Mau greeted him. He smiled softly as she intertwined herself with his legs before running off to her tree.

He watched with tired eyes as she skillfully climbed to its middle level. Meowing at him to come and give her affection there. Like a dog to their master, he obeyed and gave her a couple of scritches under the chin.

As she flopped around, trying to find the best spot for his fingers to scratch, Abubakar noticed something glinting in the dark lair of the condo.

His petting slowed as he reached for the object. He quickly recoiled when his hand made contact. Seeing the healing cut, Abubakar reached out again, this time slower and more cautiously.

He pulled out a dark obsidian knife. His heart dropped when the jewel-encrusted handle matched the one, he accused his darling of taking.

When he realizes his mistake, Abubakar collects you. Placing your tired body on a bed of pillows and silk. While you recover, he puts together a business contract. If you are smart, then you’ll sign. Essentially, it states that signing is you forgiving him and agreeing to the NDA of the incident, then you’ll be given the option of an outing or any material object that you desire. Though, should you pick a trip home or your freedom, know it's on borrowed time. For the contract states you’ll be returned to him after one week.

If you choose not to sign, Abubakar will let you know that he will be tending to you. This way he can assure no one learns of his mistake and that you receive the best care. After all, what brings a couple closer than a little TLC?

Scotland: With his Bonnie Lass sealed once more, Blaine’s calm façade broke as he punched the wall. His fist caused the stone to crack upon its impact. Sparks flew from his mouth, lighting the dark hall like fairy lights as he panted.

For a few moments that was the only sound that accompanied his lass’s screams for release, until his fire could no longer be contained.

Blaine yelled and cursed as he stomped through the halls. His magic turned the sparks into puffs of flames as he cursed. The blaze licked the stone like an overexcited dog as it ate away at the small amount of foliage in the old basement.

As he paused and watched as the small infernos moved through the basement. Bouncing like he had in the room as it attempted to grow. To his luck, each flame flicked and died like unloved mayflies.

Blaine ground his teeth, he needed to calm down before it was too late.

Huffing, the Scotsman walked out of the basement and into the large, wet fields surrounding his home. His head swiveled as he gazed out and over the big fields.

In a moment, Blaine’s vision zeroed in on three cows grazing in the distance. Their fluffy fur was more ruffled than his red hair.

Whistling Blaine got their attention as each paused and turned to their master. With a simple head tilt, he pointed them toward the barn.

When he reached the barn doors, his babies were already there. Rubbing against him as they mooed for pets and chewed on his khaki pants for treats. Blaine smiled and felt the fire fade with their positive attention.

“Alright, alright. Let’s get you girls brushed.” A loud chorus of moos seemed to celebrate his promise of pampering. “Then you can have treats.”

He chuckled as his ladies forced themselves inside. Their tails flicked as they lined up by the shower stall.

A smile and an eye roll as the cows continued to vocalize and do little stomps as he gathered the necessary supplies into a grey bucket.

As Blaine reached for a detangling spray, his hand froze.

In the spot of the product was his missing knife. Its silver metal glinted in the red light of the setting sun.

He could only ask himself one thing.

What had he done?

Blaine’s like Allen in that he drops the knife on the floor and is in a trance-like state as he faces you. The guilt is obvious, though he doesn’t want to vocalize it. Quietly, he frees you from your confines and returns you to the main house.

Once he’s sure you’re comfortable and patched up, he’ll leave you for the day. Tending to his cows while he berates himself for acting too quickly and not being as careful with the placement of his knives.

If you were to escape, now would be the time. Since if he sees you running, he’ll let you go, but only for a few days. He wants to be sure that your punishment for that isn’t confused with his last mistake.