#fuck you very much sir lighting demon

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

got a little carried away with this one... outfit sent by @chocolategothwolfhorse <3

[midnightwriter21]

demon slayer hcs: the hashira men as boyfriends

characters: tengen, sanemi, giyuu, rengoku, muichiro, obanai

AN: i don’t write for gyomei srry

TENGEN

- this isn’t just a little fling

-mans doesn’t wanna be ur bf

-he wants to be your HUSBAND

- and he’s gonna make that happen ASAP

- and when y’all get married you’re not just getting a husband

- ur getting 3 wives too

- it’s a package deal

- overprotective!!

- the way he made his wives promise to prioritize their lives over the mission

- my heart was bursting

- carries u around

- when tengen is around ur feet hardly ever touch the floor

- doesn’t matter how big or tall u are

- he’s bigger and taller

-he's big all over if ykyk

-nicknames include: sweetheart, princess, baby

- and don’t think he’s saying those to be cute

- he’s absolutely mocking you

-which brings me to…

- this man teases the HELL out of you

- but with love

- he loves you just as much as he loves his wives

- in his mind ur alrdy married

- and he is NOT letting you go

- or letting any harm come to you as long as he can help it

- 4 lifer fr

- id marry him

SANEMI

-i’ve said it before and i’ll say it again

-he’d tear it UP

-and i’d let him

- loves you so much

- doesn’t show it in public

- but in private?

- clingy as fUck

- he’s like ur shadow fr

- will follow u around all day

- hands on ur waist

- arm around ur shoulder

- holding ur hand

- he will not let go of u when ur alone

- in public he’s a lot less touchy

- but he will still stand near you

- jealous af

- every slayer knows by now to stay tf away from you or face the wrath of the wind pillar

- you belong to him

- makes sure they know it

- makes sure you know it

-hickey MASTER

-no i will not elaborate

- everybody knows sanemi is a little rough around the edges

- so there are days when it’s hard for him to open up to you

- but he does try

- he’s got a reputation to keep up!

-gotta act tough

-no weaknesses!!

- except for u

-he’s so soft for u he can’t help it

- nicknames: dumbass, idiot, & feather (my personal favorite)

-like i said he is almost always physically connected to u in some way when ur alone

-ignore him? he's throwing u over his shoulder

-he's strong he can manhandle u all over the place

-sheeeeeshhhhh manhandle me however u want sir

-claims ur super light no matter ur size

-hence the nickname "feather"

-i love him

GIYUU

-ik damn well this man had EVERONE in a chokehold from the first second he showed up

-speaking of chokeholds... ;)

-put me in one pls sir

-anyways

-awkward as fuck

-but he tries for u

-terrible with physical affection

-but we all know he's SOOO touch starved

-you'll have to initiate any type of physical touch

-and make sure he's not uncomfortable

-but really there's nothing he wants more than to touch you

-takes a very long time to say "i love you"

-but can u blame him??

-every good thing the poor man has ever had has been ripped away from him :(

-because of this he's veryyyy protective

-cause he'll be damned if the last person he has that accepts him and loves him for all he is

-is hurt or killed

-100% will die for u without a second thought

-not really a nickname type of guy

-remember he's awkward as hell

-most you'll get is a "-chan" attached to ur name

-and even that is only when y'all are alone

-but still

-even if he doesn't always show it

-you are always on his mind

-he's on a mission and walking through a market?

-he's buying you a hairpin or som

-walking through a forest and sees some flowers?

-"i wonder if she'll like these"

-AND HE'S PICKING U A BOUQUET

-ugh soft for bf giyuu

RENGOKU

-sunshine boy!!!

- epitome of golden retriever boyfriend

-all smiles all the time

-follows u around like lost puppy

-shows off for u

-yk when ur around kids and they're like "watch this" and then they jump and spin a circle lmao

-thats him

-"did you see what i just did?!"

-if u didnt...

-he's doing it again

-wants to impress you so bad

-also you will never have to lift a finger in his presence

-service bf!!

-you need the dishes washed and the floor swept?

-he's on it

-you need help styling ur hair?

-welcome to rengoku's hair salon

-will attempt to dress you in the morning

-and by dress you, i mean he's tugging ur shirt over ur head

-zipping up ur pants

-and tying ur shoes

-brags about you to anyone and everyone

-the other hashira can't have a single conversation with him without him bringing you up somehow

-compliments compliments compliments!!!

-he loves you and isn't afraid to show it

-nicknames from him: my love, my beautiful girl, sweetheart

-constantly confessing his love

-also lowkey speaks poetry for u

-some shit like

-"my light in the darkness, the one who gives me strength, you set my heart ablaze just by allowing me the privilege of seeing your smile"

-ugh he's the sweetest baby

MUICHIRO

-my airheaded angel baby

-i love him sm stop

-baby boy has a terrible memory

-that we alrdy knew

-but!

-he tries so hard for you

-keeps a little journal with notes and information about you

-so if he forgets he can remind himself over and over

-when he's on missions away from you he reads it so he can think about you to pass the time

-can not and will not remember anniversaries

-unless they're written in that journal

-will pick u flowers

-hope ur not allergic cause he's not gonna remember that

-but it's the thought that counts

-the fact that he's thinking about you at all counts

-you wanna go on a date?

-your dates consist of watching the clouds and taking naps together

-maybe a picnic if ur lucky

-no nicknames from him

-he calls you by your name

-its all he can remember

-he's the cutest

OBANAI

-like sanemi, he's a lot less affectionate in public

-however, he's not afraid to express his thoughts about you

-at least not to the other hashira

-might not be glued to your side

-but he's got eyes on u at all times

-and someone is talking about you?

-the second he hears ur name leave somebodies mouth

-he's tuned in

-and they better not say anything negative either

-mans turns murderous

-they will wake up to a snake in their bed

-will prob threaten them within an inch of their life

-don't have to worry abt other people while he's around

-cause he's got everything

-and i mean EVERYTHING taken care of

-protective but not pushy

-i feel like obanai trusts you and your ability to handle yourself

-but thats not gonna stop him from watching over you

-you're not drinking enough water?

-here comes obanai with a cup and u better drink it all

-haven't had lunch yet?

-he's sharing his with you. and will force feed u if need be.

-on a mission with him?

-he's not gonna push u behind him or anything

-but nothing is gonna get the chance to bring any harm to you either

-he's got ur back

-he's pretty vanilla with the nicknames

-nothing too crazy

-especially in public

-mostly uses ur first name

-might add a "-chan" in there every once in a while

-when ur alone he'll call you "sweetie"

-acts like a hard ass

-but he's soft for u

[scoutswritingcorner]

Careful, Baby On Board

Cursed Cat Alastor

TW: The Vee’s, biting, Cursed Cat Alastor being a menace

A/N: I had an idea of Cursed Cat Alastor being in a babybjorn carrier

The day had started out fine, you had to do a few errands around the hotel for Charlie and Vaggie. You were currently finishing eating your snack, Catastor (You originally named it Cat Alastor but that was too long) in your other arm as you ate. It was purring loudly, slowly blinking as if it was about to fall asleep in your arm. It’s paws carefully making air biscuits as it looked around the room ignoring you as you ate your snack.

Sadly every moment of peace is broken in the ever busy Hazbin Hotel as Charlie walks into the kitchen looking guilty as she wrung her fingers together smiling at you. You looked up at her, “Yes Charlie?” You asked as you took another bite of the very very off brand granola bar you had found whilst digging around in the pantry of the kitchen without Alastor finding out but Catastor did find out easily. “So…I have another errand for you cause Sir Pentious accidentally broke one of the bar taps and the part we need is more in town and you’re the only other one who can go..Alastor won’t go near the Vee’s tower..” She explained before smiling at you, opening her mouth about to say something else but stopped when you shrugged, “Okay.”

“..okay? That’s all?” She asked, disbelieving that you would answer so quickly, “Yeah..I’ll head out in a second.” You hummed, throwing your trash away as Catastor made a little growling noise in response. “Hush grumpy boy, we are going on an adventure.” You whispered out to him giving him a gentle kiss to his head which made him start purring more. Silly cat behaves much like your darling deer man.

~~~

After looking at what broke and taking a picture of it to make sure you could find the right things you had headed into town. The only store that was close was sadly in the Vee’s distract of Pentagram City which was dangerous for most of the hotel- Angel because Valentino and Alastor won’t go anywhere near modern technology and barely anyone in the hotel goes this far into pentagram city. So it was up to you, which you didn’t really care much for as you usually tuned everything out and stayed in huge crowds to avoid Vox finding you. The fucking creep trying to either flirt with you and get you to leave Alastor or he just watches you.

Straightening out your jacket to keep Catastor from growling at the amount of modern technology around and calm in the babybjorn carrier you had bought and specifically custom made for him so you could carry him around with you easier. While he was practically light as a feather, your arm would get all tingly after a while, he also tended to pick a fight with anyone who dared venture too close for his comfort. Sadly lady luck was not on your side on this fine hellish evening, first when you got into the store they were completely out of the part you needed and it wouldn’t be shipped in until a week later, so you had to call Charlie and get her decision on what to do, then Catastor didn’t like how the store manager was looking at you and decided to have an early lunch which resulted in you getting kicked out after you had negotiated a reasonable way for them to deliver the item to the Hotel and finally when you thought your day couldn’t get worse. Vox had to show his face to you as you finally got Catastor calmed down enough to get back into the carrier.

You fixed your jacket and gave Catastor a little kiss on his head before turning around to immediately run into Vox’s chest. “What the fuck.” You hissed out angrily glaring up at the tall tv headed demon, who only smirked at you. “What the fuck indeed, I didn’t expect you to be out and about this part of pentagram city!” He said loudly causing you to flinch, you already felt a migraine building behind your eyes. The low static that emitted from Catastor started to become louder and louder by the passing seconds as Vox went on and on about something you couldn’t care about.

“What…what the fuck is that noise?” He hissed out his screen glitching in anger, “My baby.” you replied quickly making the overlord stop in his tracks, “You have a kid?” He asked, watching you nod and open your jacket to show the bright red and black fluff ball that was currently hissing and jerking its head in anger. Bright red dialed eyes glaring Vox down, as it easily escaped the carrier it was in, saliva and foam escaping its fangs. “This is my baby boy and bodyguard while my darling Husband is off doing his own thing.” You replied looking at your nails, nonchalantly. 

Vox opened his mouth to say something but as his hand reached over to touch you that’s when Catastor pounced, claws digging into the Overlord’s chest and screen as he bit down anywhere he could. It was over in a flash as Vox had disappeared using his electricity and Catastor was standing where Vox laid before snarling and growling out wires in his mouth. You smiled picking him up, praising him as you took the red and blue wires out of his mouth. “Don’t need my bodyguard to get a stomach ache later.” You hummed walking back to the hotel.

Alastor is going to have a field day when he hears what happened with Vox. Maybe rub it in the overlord’s face at the next meeting.

[goldenamaranthe-blog]

Rivalry 2: Charlie VS Spearette

Charlie: (holding Vaggie's spear while going through Sir Pentious's old stuff) There's gotta be something in here I can use to take some of the shine out of this thing.

Spear: ........

Charlie: Shhhhh! You had your chance! And after that comment you made the other day about how you like to watch us at night, just be happy that I'm just trying to dull you up a little!

-Big Shiny Red Button on a Mechanical Looking Box-

Charlie: Ooooh, what does this button do? (push)

-CLICK!!!-

-Green gas fills the room-

Charlie: *cough-cough!* Oh! Fuck! *hack-cough-wheeze* Air! I need air! (sprints out of the room coughing) Shit! *cough* What the hell was that?

........

Charlie: ......(squeezes her hand and feels something fleshy and supple) What the.... (looks over and sees an hour glass shaped woman with light grey skin, white hair, and black accents standing next to her)

Spearette: (in a voice that's way to sultry to be for a spear) Well, hello, Charlie. Nice to finally be able to actually talk to you. Would you mind letting go of my wrist, dear? Not that I don't appreciate the touch. I'm just more of a full body holdin' type of lady~

Charlie: WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?!?!?!?! (drops the wrist like it's going to bite her)

Vaggie: (rushes in) What's going on?! Charlie, are you okaaaaaaaaay....

Charlie: (glances from Vaggie to the spear woman before using her own body to cover the lady next to her) Vaggie, don't look! It's a succubus!

Spearette: Rude, very rude. Is that any way to talk to the woman who helped save your asses in the war against heaven?

Vaggie: (tries to summon up her spear only for the woman to transport to her side) WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?!

Spearette: (engulfs Vaggie in a full body hug) Ah~ This is so much better! I've wanted to do this for ages!

Demon Charlie: (explodes in a whirlwind of fire) GET. YOUR. FILTHY. HANDS. OFF. MY. FUCKING. GIRLFRIEND!!!!

[rineptune]

hiiii! i just read your angel fic and it was so amazing omg😭😭😭 and i wanted to make a request for hazbin hotel if its possible, like the reader is from goetia clan, and somehow (i didnt think much about this request im sorry😭) ends up in the upper circle of pride ring, aka where hazbin hotel is, and i wanted it to be more alastor baised, because we know he doesn't like people who are stronger than him, and goetian are royals, so reader is stronger than him, i dont know you can wing it as you like i just really like your writing style!!

thank you!!!

under your skin.

summary: alastor despises aristocrat hellborns for the priviledged, unadultered power they’re born with, and he loathes you even more than anything else because you fall under every category he despises in hell.

a/n: winging it as we speak, nonnie & don't worry!! this made sense, and i just love this trope you submitted pls. and thank you!!

alastor despises you.

it’s pretty straightforward, though he conceals it perfectly with that for-show smile of his. no one could’ve guessed that there was a demon in hell that made his blood boil to the highest degree.

but he made sure the façade never crumbled, even when you showed no interest in him and his sinister advanced to use you as leverage for him.

he remembers the day you came to visit the hotel to congratulate charlotte. alastor remembers all too well because you paid him no mind and had your fill in questioning his true power. that’s when he found out that he loathes aristocrat hellborns—you, specifically.

“who are you again?” you ask.

“oh, forgive me,” he smiles, his eyes narrowing into slits for a second.

“i am the host of the hotel! you might’ve heard of me from my radio broadcast.”

“radio?” you ponder aloud.

“and here i thought radio had been long gone. vintage,” you chuckle. a bow of greeting you returned. “but quite irrelevant nowadays, won’t you agree?”

the way he smiled... so rigid and on the edge, you already knew how to get under his skin.

“i suppose we have contradicting perspectives on the matter.”

•

alastor wants to murder you.

you and he were the only ones present in the hotel, with the others out and about with their daily activities to bump up their morale to be redeemed.

and all of the places you could’ve made yourself comfortable in, you decided to lounge in his radio broadcasting tower. the nerve. you’re about to set off all of alastor’s accumulated rage if you were to break anything or even misplace anything from their original position.

“i heard the rumors,” you tell him.

inspecting the surroundings, alastor’s alert enough to not let his guard down. it’ll never completely settle.

“of how you broadcasted the screams of the overlords you overtook.”

that piqued his attention.

you? having heard of him now? 

how pathetic.

“i’m well-aware of how i get under your skin,” you smile. “and i’m glad i’m able to do so. it’s entertaining to see your glare, how your aura shifts, and how your shadow mirrors your true emotions.”

“ha-ha, you’re quite observant, sir.” alastor forces him to laugh.

“then, i hope for you to broadcast my agonizing scream in this very tower one faithful day.”

the mood dips. the usually easy and light aura is suffocating, and alastor’s knees buckle, forcing him to kneel in front of you. all of this against his will, his eyes piercing through yours. 

this triggered alastor’s fight-or-flight appearance, the figure becoming sharp and menacing as if he were as much of a threat as he used to be—as if he were still in his rising prime. 

“because i love the challenge,” you conclude with a chipper clap. “and i’d love to see you try and fail miserably.”

“fuck you,” he spat, smiling. “where’s the originality when you’re only quoting my exact words? haha.”

“i thought you’d be much wiser than to question my motives. though, i suppose i should be heading to the main lobby as i hear charlotte and her party have just arrived.” 

“think about it, alastor. if you play your cards right, you might be able to make a deal with me—or even better, kill me.”

alastor was not a man of faith; he does not believe in gods and deities, but he does pray for the goetia’s downfall. and when the time is right, he will strike with all his might just to laugh at your misery.

satan, he’s obsessed.

[experimentfae]

Could you do yandere Adam with a small imp/succubus hybrid reader who's incredibly shy and selectively mute? They're pretty much a precious little kitten, considering they have cat-like behavior and instincts, but don't be fooled. They can and have killed many. I can imagine them meeting when they go with Charlie when she goes to meet Adam and Lute in her father's place. (This is pretty much my oc from my yandere hazbin hotel/helluva boss x oc fanfic. Ps, they write what they want to say on a small whiteboard they carry with them. They will hiss, growl, scratch, and bite you if they don't like you or are scared and in a state of fight or flight)

Yandere Adam x Shy! Imp/succubus hybrid! Reader

Oneshot

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You believed it would have been any normal day in hell not expecting Charlie to ask you to come with her to meet the leader of the exterminator’s.

“Wait really, but how? And why me?” “Well (y/n) I trust you and you’re the nicest demon I know.” she wouldn’t be saying that if she knew of all the killing you did but you kept that to yourself “I- um.” You looked as she gave you puppy eyes you could never say no, especially to your best friend.

“Sure I’ll go.” She then hugged “thank you, thank you now come on let’s get going.” You immediately as she sang her song the others watching you two leave.

After the song ended and you two made it to the Heaven Embassy, but when you guys walked in it was very creepy to say the least why were the light not on? “Uh a-are they available?” You questioned looking around “They should be, my dad never usually wrong about this stuff.” Just then a gold sign in sheet for in front of Charlie face.

This made both of jump in shock “totally not creepy.” Charlie spoke, she is definitely right this is weird but Charlie signed her name in and the letter suddenly lift up to the hell knows where then suddenly a door opened.

“This is still super creepy.” You whispers Charlie seemed to ignore it as she went through the door and you followed after “uh hello is anyone, here?” “Sup.” This made you both jump you hid behind the chair immediately, You see an Angel eating rips with another Angel behind him.

Charlie introduced herself and Adam seems genuine for a moment until he figured out he was just a Hologram “ha! I fucking got you did you see that shit?” “Yes sir.” He then laughed fucking hilarious. Just then his eyes moved to you “uh, who that with you there?.” This grabbed Charlie’s attention. “Oh this (y/n) there here to really sell the point that I’m making here.

You avoided eye contact. But this didn’t seem to faze him if you looked and if Charlie noticed you two would have seen the look of lust he gave you.

Then Adam suddenly talked about his life and his one night stand on the weekend just some other stuff. But then Charlie remembered the meeting was almost over so Charlie was talking about the hazbin hotel and the good it can from it, Adam didn’t seem to care half of the time he was looking at you or interrupted her.

Let’s just say he didn’t agree then he threw Charlie out but held you back for a moment “I need to talk to you… lute keep an eye on that one shrugging towards Charlie.

“Wait what a- Charlie got interrupted due to lute closing the door behind her. You let a cat like hiss feeling that you’re in danger what fucked up shit is he gonna do, cut your head off as a warning or something like that these thoughts fueled your anxiety until Adam spoke.

“Oohh feisty but chill out babes.” You felt your tail wag in irritation “let me give a little proposal I might give you a good word with upper management she also known as sera but I’ll only do it if you let me take you out.”

Your eye’s widen in shock “what?” He smirked “I know, someone as hot as ME taking you out, but yeah it’s the real deal babes, so I’m gonna take it as a - “n-no.” You clench your hands “that’s a weird joke or?” “I-it means n-no.” This shocked him “what, I’m fucking Adam the first man! I’m fucking awesome even princess what her face seemed to agree with that.” He growled out.

You did it bother to continue this conversation heading towards the door “Hey don’t walk from me so soon.” You felt him grab your wrist you now felt more terrified at the end of the day you knew he had more power in his hand then you would have you’re entire life.

“Or do I need to do something else? How about I consider her little passion project? Sounds good to you?” This made you hesitate “I… for the fist time you looked in the eyes and saw how he looked at you with hunger, but this could really help Charlie and her cause, you believe in her. “Ok I’ll… I’ll go with you on that date.” he smiled “perfect I’ll pick you up this weekend oh and no worry it ain’t gonna be down here on this dumpster fire, I’ll pull some strings and give you a day in heaven for the date, see a babes.”

You left without a goodbye feeling Shame, Charlie ran up to you “(y/n) are you ok?, what happened? What did I he do?” You didn’t have the heart to tell her “I… I don’t want to talk about it.” You looked away just wanting to go back to the hotel, thankfully Charlie siding push it even though she looked worried.

It’s been a week and today is the date. Well you u are going to heaven so maybe you should dress your best.

“(Y/n) what making you dress in such a fancy attire.” You looked to see alastor “oh it’s just I have a, uh date of sorts.” His smiled widen and his eyebrow arched “oh who is the companion?” You became nervous “it’s- it’s um some guy named Archer, he want’s to take me to… um bloodysteaks that new restaurant in the gluttony ring.”

He did it seem to buy it but this was entertaining enough to him so he riding question any further “if you say so, I guess we’ll see you later on.” “Yeah see ya later on Alastor.” Just then you heard a knock from you’re window. You looked to see Adam himself “who the fuck was that and wow sexy as hell babes, got dressed up for me that’s sweet.”

You groaned in annoyance and let him in “thanks, now let me open that portal and we are on our way.” He opens the heaven portal and you went through to see a beautiful city “wow.” “Yeah fucking wow this is paradise, now let me take you to ‘heavenly delights’ the most fanciest restaurant in town. you had to admit it really look like a paradise even the sidewalk looked super clean.

“But seriously who the fuck was that guy you were talking to?” “Wait alastor, he’s just a friend.” He rolled his eyes “what?” “What, what you mean what, he look like he wanted fuck you, I’m the only one who’s allowed to do that.” Allowed? This guy really is entitled but you didn’t stand up to him afraid of what would happen if you did.

You guys made it to the restaurant but realization hit you “wait how did you know I was in the hazbin hotel?” He seemed surprised by that answer “well I… let’s just order the food ok babes?” You didn’t push it thought if you had to take a guess he has been watching you this week.

Adam order for you due to your shyness You guys got your food and the food was really delicious, he guys made small talk, the worst part is you kinda liked his company, just that he kinda is a douchbag most of the time. “Alright but seriously let me pull some strings and you can be living here with me.” “I just need you to give the green light to the hazbin hotel Adam.”

He laughed “oh right that, I’m gonna be honest hot stuff I’m never gonna give green light to that thing.” You became frozen “what.” “I said what I said I’ll never agree to that.” “But you say- “I said I would consider it, doesn’t mean I’ll agree it. Ok now you felt stupid “and I know you said didn’t want to be here but, I already made arrangements and got your sexy ass into heaven.”

Your tail stood up in shock and felt your face contort to shock you really hard the Earle to chock him like your other victims. “yeah I know admit you love it, you love the idea of living here.” You immediately got up and left the restaurant “hey what the hell?!” Spoke Adam as he flew after you “I didn’t want that!” You yelled with tears in you’re eyes “oh come on you will be the first hell born into heaven but pretend that your a human, because sinner is no but a HELLBORN making it into heaven, a hell no, I had to tell sera some bullshit story.” He stated.

You looked away from him “oh calm on you love it up here eventually, you will look hotter then you already do and besides the effects are starting right now.” “Wait what?” You felt feather on your back and you touched your head to feel a halo “Oh no.” “Oh yes!”

“Wait can I at least say goodbye to my friend’s” you asked tears in your eye’s “hmmm, no, oh and don’t think about leaving me because if you do I’ll just make sure you’ll be a target in the next extermination.” You were shocked “yeah I love you babes put sometimes tough love is needed.”

“But I- I” he shushed you “now come on you will love it here and overtime you’ll learn to love me.”

<- Back to MasterList or back to Hazbin Hotel

[desmond69miles]

i’m so fucking exicted for batdr to be released so im posting our beloved ink demon :) feel free to send in any and all requests for batim! i love wrtiting for the game and be super happy to fulfil any desires.

Monstrance Clock

synopsis: dark fantasies and desires wrenched your guts. what happens when you decide to indulge your inky lover into one of your scenarios? 

warnings: vaginal fingering, praise kink, hand kink, sir kink, bondage/bdsm, chains, size kink, double penetration in one/two holes, anal/vaginal sex, inaccurate Catholicism/christianity, bratting, dom/sub, slapping, face slapping, light sadism/masochism, overstim, squirting, breeding + creampie

also read on AO3: click here!

“Are you sure, darling? I don’t want to hurt you.”

"Are you sure you want me to do this, darling? I don't want to hurt you."

The lengthy demon said, crouching down in the process, inky claws holding a chain connected to your body.

"Yes, Bendy. For the millionth time, I want this. If you don't feel comfortable with this, we don't have to do it." A soft smile appeared on your face, the chains wrapped around your wrist jingling. It had been your long-lasting fantasy, some demonic force chaining you up, testing and teasing you, fucking you, trying to keep your composure while reading a book. It was bendy's idea to take it to the next level with you reciting the bible. Now that you had your very own (sex monster) demon, you built up the balls and explained your fantasy to the clueless demon. He smiled, well, he was always smiling. His shoulders slightly bounced up while he tilted his head, the tell-tale sign of his smile.

Your pants and underpants were already disgarded, only clothes you were dawning were a cream-colored button up, only a few buttons were fastened, nipples already budding through the thin fabric. Bendy had stationed you on your knees, your legs spread enough so his hand could easily slip down. Your hands had been tied against your back; ankles also chained to your wrists to prevent you from leaning to far to one side. "If you want me to stop, say stop. I don't want to hurt you." Your lover said, his hands now reappearing without the chain. The demons love for you was unmatched; his worry was constant. His fingertips soon ghosted over your stomach, moving up towards your breasts. Light goosebumps ran across your arms, back slightly arching. It was silly how little touch could have so much of an effect.

Bendy's hands stayed wandering, dipping down your hips before sliding back up, one of his hands going to place on the small of your back, the other rubbing over your breast. "Your beautiful, my darling. I'm so lucky to have a creature like you in my grasp." His voice was raspy, fingertips now moving down to the buttons, claws quickly shedding the fabric. The cloth fell open, boobs now exposed. "I'm undesevering, truly. You make this hell somewhat more like heaven." The hand that wasn't on your back moved to your chest once again, cold and inky fingertips rolling over the budding nipple. You reajusted your legs, knees starting to get sore from the hard wood floor. A whine left your lips when Bendy tugged lightly on your nipple. Despite being intimate countless times before, the feeling of his inky skin always felt foreign, gliding over your skin. It was a welcome feeling.

His head leaned forward, forcing your head to the side. A few months back you had learned that Bendy could open is infinite smile, what used to be a smooth mouth was replaced by many razor sharp teeth. He never liked to do it while you watched, but liked to do it against your neck. There was absolutely no doubt that the demon could easily tear your head off in one fowl swoop, the danger making your cunt throb and inner-thighs wet. Bendy's large tongue slowly slivered between his lips, slimey drool dripping from his mouth and onto your shoulder. He began to lick your neck, points of his teeth slightly digging into your skin. A trail of transparent ink was left on your neck, sliding down onto your shirt. A moan left your throat as his teeth scratched you, pricks gently digging down into your flesh. Your hips bucked up, cunt begging to be touched. The inside of your thighs were already wet with arousal, how badly you wanted to add Bendy's tongue and saliva to it. Although, your body was begging for it, Bendy only teased you, one of his fingers gently dipping below to graze against your clit. A whimper left your soft lips. "Please, Bendy. No teasing." The demon grumbled at your words, his other hand moving from your back up to your hair, giving you an affectionate pet. "Then that's no fun, huh darling? Be a good girl and take it for me." He whispered into your ear, a shiver running down your spine. Bendy's hand lowered again, fingertip gently rubbing against your slit. A soft moan left your lips.

He pushed his finger into your hole, going into about his first knuckle before pulling back out and traveling back up to your clit, gathering your slick on his finger. Bendy rubbed tight, small circles onto your nub, arms tugging against the chains. Bendy tutted, reminding you to stay still. You knew he was sensitive to noises, and were sure that the chains had caused an unwanted rattling and ringing in his head. You groaned at your husbands actions, head falling forward to rest on Bendy's shoulder. You wished he would just do more, just put his fingers inside of you. "Sir--! Please..." His teasing had unwinded you, a tight coil springing in your stomach. "Look at you," Bendy hissed, "Falling apart from such light teasing, whats got you worked up?" You knew what he wanted, you knew that he wanted you to submit fully and beg him beyond embarrassment, but deciding to be an ass, you put on a brave face.

Swallowing thickly, you prepped to be punished after this bratty act.

"Nothing; your teasing isn't working. To be honest, it doesn't even feel that good." You said, Bendy's head cocking. Oh. He saw straight through your lie, but still fed into it. You smirked confidently. Bendy had paused and took his hand away, watching you quietly whine and bite your lip. It took a lot to not tell him to keep touching you, to keep teasing you. You watched as his teeth morphed back into his infamous smile, head cocking to the side, fingers twitching. He gave you a look, a look that you hoped only you knew. One that he would always give you before...

Slap!

A harsh hit was delivered to the side of your face. A loud, shameful moan left your lips as soon as his hand collided with your cheek. It hurt, but it defintally caused a pleasurable tingle down below. "Who makes you feel good?" Bendy questioned, lengthening himself out as he stood. You hummed, flashing innocent and doe-like eyes. "I don't know." Smirking, you heard the demon growl before another hard hit was delivered to the side of your face. It made you moan, thighs trembling as you felt liquid gush down your thighs. God, the pain he had inflicted onto you made your clit buzz. Bendy sighed and tapped his foot, "And here I thought I'd be dealing with a good girl. Sit here, my darling." You watched as he walked out of the room, now left alone in the candle light. You sniffled and tugged on the chains, legs being squeezed by the cold metal.

Bendy had come back a few minutes later with a thick book in his hand, footsteps echoing in the empty room. "I know how much you wanted this, pet." He said, flipping to a random page and dropping the book in front of you. It was just now you realized that this is what he meant with the bible, referring to your ever-lasting fantasy. You hummed at the acknowledgement, looking down onto the thin pages. There were a few ink stains here and there, candle light dancing off of the yellowed pages. "Read, darling. Maybe you'll get a reward." Bendy said, crouching down once again as he tilted your head up, watching your expression. Brows furrowed, cheeks darkened, it made his stomach do flips. You licked your lips and took your head off of his hand, leaning down to look at the bible.

"Therefore, rid yourself of all malice and deceit, hypocrisy, envy and slander by going and fucking yourself." Fuck, what? You honestly hadn't meant for that to slip out. You picked your head up to look at Bendy, head tilted as he store at you. You watched as he picked his hand up, and you closed your eyes in prep for a smack, but instead a sweet rub was delivered to your face. "Such a naughty girl." Bendy rasped, "Telling me to fuck myself? A demon? Her superior? Clearly you don't know what your doing little girl." Now, he picked his hand up and slapped you. Not once, nor twice, but three times back to back. His fingers curled in your head, pulling your scalp back so you could look at him. "Do what I say, no buts. Unless you want to come out of here with a few cuts, no?" You moaned at the threat of him cutting you with his claws, fingers curling tight. Bendy let go of your scalp and you looked back down at the pages, huffing.

"Therefore, rid yourself of all malice and deceit, hypocrisy, envy and slander of everykind. Like newborn babies, crave pure spiritual milk, so that by it you may grow up in your salvation, now that you have tasted that the lord is good. As you come to join him--" You paused when you felt a warm appendage wrap around your ankle, slithering up towards your inner thigh. You swallowed. "As you come to join him, the living stone, rejected by humans but chosen by god and precious to him, you-ah-you.." The tip of the tentacle flicked against your wet clit, another one soon sliding up your thigh to tease your fluttering hole. "You also, like living stones, are being built into a spiritual houuusseah! A tentacle jolted itself all the way up in you, and while it was fairly thin, it was long, the black appendage curling up inside you. More tentacles were slowly wrapping itself around your body, a few going to circle around your chest, two others going to flick around your crotch.

You panted, back arching as you felt another enter you, this one thicker. If it wasn't for Bendy tapping on your cheek, you would have fully given into the pleasure. "R-right,, uhm... Oh! Into a spiritual house to-ah-to be a holy priesthood, offer--" You whimpered when you felt one push itself into your behind, wiggling around. "Ben-Bendy I can-!-can't read any--" You moaned as one pressed against your clit, another entering your behind. A total of four tentacles were inside of you, and three slim ones were squiggling around on your clit, a few wrapping themselves around your chest to toy with your nipples.

Fingers curling, you felt a tight coil pop into your stomach, legs tensing. "I-I'm gon-gonna..." Bendy soothed you at your words, fingers rubbing against your cheek. You looked beautiful in the candle light, body writhing as you whined and whimpered. Your first orgasm of the night was soon delivered, your husband trilling as he moved you into a more comfortable position, one lying down. You were still bound, legs held open by the chain. The tentacles didn't ease up, and if anything, you swore you felt more stretch you out. It wasn't long before overstimulation set in, another orgasm fastly approaching. This one had felt different, however. It felt as if you needed a different release, like you needed to pee or something. Squirting, you remember your sex ed teacher talking about it in highschool. You had only ever got yourself to squirt once before, the same heavy set feeling as it was back then was pressing on your tummy.

It almost hurt the way the tentacles bullied your cervix, pressing up against it and winding around it. On one special flick to your clit done by your husband a band snapped, liquid rushing out and drenching the floor beneath you, as well as your husbands hand. Bendy paused for a second, wondering what had just happened before repeating the flicking motion again, causing more clear liquid to come out of you. Your moans had nearly turned to screams, body convulsing as you despritly tired to close your legs. You barely heard Bendy grunt, his hands coming to place on your thighs, hips aligning with yours. Bendy almost felt bad that he was causing you overstimulation, almost. The way you convulsed and moaned had got him there, he just needed--fuck--you ground your hips up into the tentacles, causing a final snap in Bendy's abdomen, warm ink-cum shooting into your holes and all over your stomach and chest. A minute later Bendy waved the tentacles off, moving to place you in his lap, head resting on his chest. You were twitching, belly full of cum, some if it leaking down onto Bendy and the floor below.

"Your going to have to walk me through aftercare again... I apologize, darling."

vergilsladyfriend 2022. do not repost without permission. reblogs are appreciated!

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

inspired by @alastcrs's chaggie comic, a sequel of sorts XD

Vaggie: "Sweetie, tell me you didn't give Sir Pentious dating advice."

Charlie: "No? I didn't?"

Vaggie: "Then babe what did you do?"

Charlie: "I just showed you off a little~"

Vaggie: (groaning) "The picture thing? The, have you seen my girlfriend joke? Again?"

Charlie: "Yep! Why?"

Vaggie: "We have to go save Pentious from Cherri Bomb."

Charlie: "Why would we need to- oh no. Oh, noooo-"

Vaggie: "Oh fucking yes."

-elsewhere and in danger-

Sir Pentious: (at random sinner) "Have you sssseen Miss Cherri Bomb~? Ssshe-"

Cherri Bomb: "DUDE WHATE THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!?"

Sir Pentious: "-ah, I am, apprecsssiating you-?"

Cherri Bomb: "BY HELPING THE BOUNTRY HUNTERS FIND ME???"

Sir Pentious: "What- no! No I only, I wassss merely-"

Cherri Bomb: "THAT'S MY WANTED POSTER, DICK HEAD!"

Sir Pentious: "Well. Ah. Yesss."

Cherri Bomb: "GIVE IT HERE SO I CAN BURN IT"

Sir Pentious: (clutching wanted poster to chest) "Pleassse Cherri, noooo! It issssss, the only quality photo of you that I possessss-!"

Cherri Bomb: "Then just ASK me for another one like a normal person! Or stalk me like a normal creep! ANYTHING THAT DOESN'T END WITH WITH ME STUFFED AND MOUNTED ON SOME OVERLORD'S FUCKING WALL!!! Like, fuck- do you KNOW how much important shit I've blown up???"

Sir Pentious: "Oh yessss! You are very accomplissshed!" (beaming) "The weaponsss casssche last from year was essspecssially beautiful! All thossse, ssssecondary explosionssss...~"

Cherri Bomb: "YOU'RE gonna be a secondary explosion if you don't hand that poster over Right Now."

Sir Pentious: "Erm, before I do ssso... might I humbly requessst a replasscement photo of-"

Cherri Bomb: "No." (lights fuse) "Let go or go sky high with it."

Sir Pentious: "AH-!"

Charlie: (running) "Pen!" (skids to stop and grabs vaggie) "Holy shit that's a bomb- PEN JUST LET IT GO!!!"

Vaggie: "Pentious drop and take cover! It's not worth it!"

Sir Pentious: "But- sssshe ISSS worth-"

Cherri Bomb: "Bye bitch." (tosses bomb) (Runs)

Sir Pentious: "Ah, ssh-"

KABLOOMY

Vaggie: "...."

Charlie: "......"

Vaggie: "...we're gonna add self-worth sessions and healthy relationship boundary workshops to the hotel activities list, yeah?"

Charlie: "Oh yes. Definitely."

(splat) (splatter) (Splotch)

Charlie: "After, um, after Pen's collected himself a bit."

Vaggie: "Yeah... Maybe hold back on the 'i love my girlfriend' jokes around him too?"

Charlie: "....I'll." (pained grimace) "Try."

Vaggie: "All I ask, babe." (smooches her cheek) "C'mon. Let's gather up our snake man and head home."

Charlie: (sighs) "It would've worked if he'd just had a better picture-"

Vaggie: "Charlie."

Charlie: "They're cute together! He's all over her- it's adorable!"

Vaggie: "He's all over the street right now."

Charlie: "She used one of her better bombs on him this time." (picks up an arm and part of pentious's tail) "That has to mean something, right??"

Vaggie: "More work for us."

Charlie: "Hmm~ I bet you they kiss before the next extermination~"

Vaggie: "Sweetie." (grabs other arm and the torso) "If they kiss before one of them DIES I'll count it as your win."

Charlie: "No other time limit?"

Vaggie: "None."

Charlie: "And the prize if I win...?"

Vaggie: "Extra kisses. And I'll join your Cherri x Pentious group chat."

Charlie: "DEAL!"

Vaggie & Charlie: (shake pentious's hands over it)

-one kiss and death later-

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[aimbutmiss]

It was another long night in the office for Crocodile.

To be fair, it was never intentional. He always reminded himself to retreat to his sleeping quarters at acceptable hours as he sat down to get some work done, but the idea was forgotten the moment he picked up a document.

So, he had severe time management problems. Whatever.

He dropped the paper he was holding and rubbed his temple with a groan. He was getting too old for sleepless nights like this. But work never ended with Cross Guild. He had a lot of things to overlook, even with the help he had from Daz and Buggy, who surprisingly made quite the good businessman. And maybe he was being a bit too cautious—too detailed with his work, but he found out the hard way that attention to detail payed off. He wasn't new to all this, he had built Baroque Works from ground up and he had also very much done the same with Cross Guild. He was proud of his meticulous work habits. No matter how many sleepless nights he had, it was always worth it.

And he loved his office; it was his safe place. He loved having a little corner to himself, away from everyone and everything. Karai Bari was loud, always home to some type of festivity. Crocodile was never one for such ruckus, and only allowed it because it helped with crew morale. But no matter what stupid thing was going on out there, he could shut it out and hide in the peaceful silence of this room. He could crunch numbers day and night, without having to deal with nightmares in his bed.

Yes, Sir Crocodile had nightmares; for he was human like any other.

He wasn't ashamed of his demons, but he'd never admit it to anyone if asked about it. He had spent years building the strong, powerful persona he had. He had convinced many that he was invincible, without weakness. It would all crumble if the world found out he woke up in cold sweat some nights, tears staining his face.

Monsters did not cry.

He slammed his head on the desk and closed his eyes for a second. Trying to get his much needed rest from a few seconds of shut eye was ridiculous, but it was better than nothing.

Before he could get up and get back to work, the door to his office slowly opened. He could have looked up to see who it was, not that there were many people who would walk into his office in the dead of night, but he decided to act as if he had fallen asleep for some reason. He just... felt like it. He didn't move an inch as footsteps approached closer to his desk.

"That could be a fire hazard, you idiot."

The mysterious intruder turned out to be just Buggy, which was weird. The clown had no reason to pay him a visit, especially not at this hour. The man picked up the lit cigar on the ashtray and put it out. A few second later, he gently laid a blanket on the "sleeping" man's shoulders, making sure he was covered up nicely. He hadn't moved from his place, so he must have detached his hands to pick it up from wherever.

"You don't have to work yourself this hard, you stubborn old man."

Crocodile was suddenly hyper aware of everything: the smell of Buggy's newly washed hair; his hand on his back, drawing slow circles into his tense muscles... He felt himself involuntarily relax into the touch.

"I could have changed you into something more comfortable and carried you to your bed if you weren't built like a fucking sea king. Oh well, this should do for now."

Before his business partner left the room, he could barely feel him give a kiss on his head. Yet it was enough to make the hairs on his neck stand up.

Buggy walked to the door, trying his best to be silent, and shut the lights. He left with a gentle whisper of "Good night." and Crocodile didn't have it in himself to get up for the next... God knows how long.

Before he knew it, he had fallen asleep just like that. When he woke up the next morning, he had mild back pain from sleeping while hunched over a chair. But despite that, he hadn't slept so well in ages.

No nightmares, just a warm blanket and the lingering smell of shampoo.

[petitprincess1]

Radio Rebel (name pending?) AU

(This is me just testing the waters of how this will be received. Might make a full story or, at least, a combination of ficlets. It all depends on the interaction. Now, join me in: What if Alastor Joined The Vees)

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Annoying murmuring and blubbering happening near me. That buzzing from the hot overhead lights that are constantly in my eyes. That second one from the right. It's always flickering. Pestering me. I asked for it to get fixed and no one did a damn thing!

The blathering is getting louder, making my ears twitch at the noise. I'm sure no one in the audience is caring at all. That one skimpy-dressed rabbit is just taking pictures of herself. That light is still flickering. More twitching! More buzzing! More and more monotony! When will this fuc-

"MR. RADIO DEMON!"

Alastor left out from his thoughts upon the sudden shouting. He blinked back into reality and looked around the talk show set that he was on. The hardwood desk he was sitting in front of, the plush chairs, wooden flooring, and, yes, the guest! He cleared his throat, pushed back his shortened hair, and smiled too widely, "Ah, yes, sorry about that, my dear! It's lovely having you back on air! How's your husband?"

The Sinner stared at him with teary eyes before muttering, "Dead....sir...."

Blink. Blink. "Ah," that was all Al could muster before a loud ringing shocked his system. The Sinner began tearing up again as makeup artists rushed over to her to begin cleaning her up. Alastor watched as the "live studio audience" went off to do...whatever the hell it is that they do.

The deer demon leaned back against his chair, adjusting his tight necktie, and let out a loud sigh. His smile was much smaller as he stared at the lights that tormented him and beat down with their senseless heat. This is supposed to be Hell, and yet why is this the only time he feels as if he's being tormented by flames?

A sudden rush of static coursed up Alastor’s spine, making his ears rise in alert and hair slightly rise. He sat up slightly straighter as a bolt of neon blue electricity shot down in front of his desk. Within the blink of an eye, the pure energy formed into his.....business partner. Al greeted, "Good morning, Vox! Judging by your twitching brow, I take it you saw this stunning broadcast?"

Vox's twitched brow suddenly stopped as a large, "friendly" grin appeared on his flat face. He chimed back leaning onto Alastor's desk, "That's right~ And I gotta say, Al....that was absolutely the worst fucking thing that I ever could've seen! So, would you kindly explain what exactly that was...please?"

The rad- deer demon stood up from his desk and scoffed, straightening out his jacket, "Oh, it's nothing, my friend. Just simply was distracted by that light that I told you many times that keeps flickering. You did say that you'd eventually look into it, but I didn't think that meant our entire undead lives! Hahaha!"

A distorted, broken-down laugh track came from Alastor. The TV host just blinked at Al and was very unamused by his humor. However, he just wrapped an elbow around the, now-stiffened, deer as he chuckled humorlessly. Vox patted his chest, "Now, now, Alastor. This isn't just an isolated incident. I'd be perfectly fine, but...this is like the 10th time this week and that makes me worry for you."

He pulled away from Al, kept him arms-length, and with his hands on the cervidae's shoulders. He sighed, "Come on, buddy. This is a safe place. No need to hold back on your partner, right?"

Alastor corrected, removing Vox's hands from his person, "Business partner. Also, I'm sorry that I don't exactly care for whatever woes someone wishes to force onto me."

"Well, yeah, no shit! No one cares for what that fucking COW says!" Vox shouted, turning his head towards the bovine Sinner. The widow wept as she ran off the set, forcing the lackeys to chase her down. The smaller Overlord took another breath as he took Alastor by the hand and made him sit down in his armchair.

He went behind the demon, dropped his arms down Al's chest, and whispered near his ear, "Are you still mad at me, Al~?"

Alastor's eye twitched as his smile widened into a grimace as he tilted his head away from Vox. The TV demon snickered lowly as he hummed, "I was right, wasn't I? Come on now. Don't be upset. We made a consented deal that would benefit both of us. We work together on this. Your happiness is my happiness and your pain is mine~"

Al felt a nip on his ear that made a loud screeching sound abrupt from him. He suddenly stood up and hit Vox in the face, causing the other's screen to turn to static in shock. The deer Overlord immediately moved away from the other as he casually continued the conversation, "Yes, yes, I'm aware. It's just that I don't see why exactly I need to do...this mundane garbage. Even though I am not a fan, a simple podcast is much closer to my style. Don't you agree?"

It took a few seconds for Vox's screen to turn back to normal before he groaned in annoyance. He rolled his eyes before stating, "Yeah, of course it is. However, you don't exactly see many people lining up to sell their souls for that shit. Well, unless you count those who are middle-aged or singles wanting to be raw-dogged by the next serial killer. You don't get to see and experience the desperation on wayward's souls faces! And, besides, how many can say they've been in the same room as the radio demon~?"

"I actually feel like more could-"

"Shut up. It was rhetorical," the object head cut Al off before he went onto his phone. Alastor tried to peer over his shoulder, but another unnerving shock went up his spine and caused him to move back. Vox smirked at the obedience before he turned around and said, "Alright, fine. How's about this? Why don't you take some time off, ay? You know, clear your mind and get some air.....until you're back on by ten, that is. I'm sure all of this can be resolved after, I don't know, getting something to eat or whatever."

Alastor's ears flattened against his head as he started, smile becoming small once more, "I actually haven't been-"

"ROTTEN BITCH-!!"

Both Vox and Al were shocked by various shouting and crashing going on above them. The TV demon growled in frustration at the nuisance. He told Alastor, "Hold that thought. Someone's being an obnoxious prick, yet again."

Vox turned around to cup Alastor’s cheek, making the other's ear twitch. His thumb rubbed against his grayed skin before he suddenly turned into electricity that traveled through the various cables on the floor. Al just shuddered once he was alone and muttered, "Pompous prick..."

(That's all you get, for right now. There's still more to this first chapter! Lmk what you guys think! Reblogs are very much appreciated :3c)

[ctitan98official]

@sparklingnight02 : Okay but how would the ladies react to the reader taking them on some romantic outing only to get down on one knee and pull out a ring box and ask them to marry them?

Fuck yeah! Love this request. Let’s see what happens… (Also, sorry if you asked me something and I haven’t gotten to it yet. Rest assured it’s coming!)

Alcina:

(Haha, get it? ‘Cause she’s a wine mom?) Y/N, for once, had a big brain moment. They remembered how much Alcina treasured her time as a jazz singer, so they scoured through eBay, Amazon, and creepy old peoples’ yard sales to find recordings of Alcina singing. They got lucky and scored a bootleg live recording of her singing “I’m Beginning to See the Light” by Ella Fitzgerald from a… let’s say interesting acquaintance of Duke’s (This man high key collected ketchup packets. Like, sir. Who hurt you??). Y/N set up a beautiful picnic on the roof of the castle and had the record of Alcina playing for when she walked out. Y/N was already down on one knee and held out a ring that was custom-made just for her (And her giant sausage fingies). Alcina had to immediately bite down the ugly sobs just to tell Y/N how much she loves them and that yes, she would marry them… Then she ugly sobbed. (And damn near caused a tsunami off the side of the castle).

Donna:

Donna loves nature and plants of all kinds. So, Y/N figured the easiest way for them to pop the question would be to take her on a nice stroll through the bountiful trees surrounding Beneviento Manor. Donna also doesn’t like to go out much so this would be a low-stress date for her. Y/N can actually be a clever fuck when they want to be because they banked on the idea that Donna would not need to have Angie to communicate through since it would just be her and Y/N. (Not today, demon doll!) During their walk, the two lovers passed by a particularly beautiful tree. Y/N stopped in front of the tree which confused Donna, before she noticed them getting down on one knee. She brought her hands to her mouth in shock as Y/N asked her to marry them. She couldn’t believe it at first, but she soon found herself saying “Yes” repeatedly to Y/N’s question before they shared a moonlit kiss. (I love that for them. Precious. Much cute. Wow).

Miranda:

Y/N knew that the only way they were going to get Miranda to leave her lab was if they told her that they had made a big scientific breakthrough… However, Miranda knows that Y/N is a complete idiot and fuck-up so she’s immediately suspicious. Y/N led Miranda to a secluded spot where they had set up a nice little picnic with all of Miranda’s favorite foods (Like that yucky-looking soup we saw Miranda, disguised as Mia, making at the beginning of the game). No lie, Miranda was touched when she saw all the effort Y/N went to… but she acted like it was a big waste of her time. Y/N could see the happy glint in her eyes though. After they ate, Y/N stood and took Miranda’s hand before kneeling down on one knee. They slipped a beautiful ring on her finger and asked if she would be their wife. (It was a nice, sensible ring so she could still wear it while she worked… Good job, Y/N!) Miranda almost (ALMOST!) teared-up at Y/N’s heartfelt proposal… but she cleared her throat, rolled her eyes and said “Fine”… She cried about it in the bathroom later while Y/N was asleep tho XD

Bela:

Haha, she gay… Anyway. Y/N called Bela into the library where they laid out a trail of rose petals for her to follow. She eventually found Y/N in their favorite place to read by the window. Y/N was sitting and holding Bela’s favorite book (I dunno, Wuthering Heights or some romantic shit like that). They gently patted the spot next to them with a shit-eating grin and Bela laughed softly while she sat down to join them. Bela read a few pages out loud to Y/N, but when she turned one particular page over, a ring fell out onto her lap. She was very confused, but Y/N grabbed it before getting down on one knee and asking her to marry them… Alarming amounts of makeup (Eyeliner? Mascara, I guess? I don’t really know anything about makeup lol) started rolling down her cheeks as she sobbed out “Yes”. Y/N was so happy that they immediately kissed her and nuzzled her face… effectively coating themself in Bela’s soggy makeup… eww.

Cassandra:

This proposal scenario is decidedly less romantic than all of the others (Also, Y/N didn’t take her on a date first…) Y/N has actually asked Cass to marry them no less than 10 times since they began dating (She always says no XD). They just love her so much and she gives the best hugs when Y/N’s upset (Kinda like a murderous, sadistic teddy bear). They want to be around her constantly… And honestly, that’s probably for the best. Y/N tends to get into a lot of chaos when Cass isn’t supervising them… Maybe she should put 'em on a leash 😏 One day, Y/N decides that they simply cannot live another day without Cass being married (or at least engaged) to them. From the moment they wake up they keep asking Cass over and over to marry them. Nonstop. At hyper speed. Cass finally has enough and just gives in out of frustration… Like I said. Not very romantic, but it got the job done.

Daniela:

Y/N could tell Dani was dropping mad hints that she wanted to get married. Like this one: “Baby! Look at this! Duke has engagement rings on sale! Which one do you think would look good on me?”… Subtlety isn’t her specialty, folks. Y/N also knew that Dani wasn’t going to let them off easy with just some basic proposal either. I am convinced she is the type to want a grand romantic gesture. Y/N decided to propose by serenading her one night outside of her window. (In full aristocratic clothing that Dani loves in those stupid romance novels. smh). Armed only with a guitar, Y/N sang her a love song (Whatever song you hc personally). Yes, their singing sucked and they forgot a bunch of the words, but Dani was too busy trying to do her hair and put on makeup while Y/N was singing to listen much anyway… This was her night and she was going to look fucking fabulous, okay?! She came out to listen to the end of the song on her balcony before swarming down to join Y/N on the ground. She was pretty much already sobbing when she saw Y/N get down on one knee and hold out a ring (It was the one that she said she liked best when she tried it on at Duke’s)… A lot of, ahem, appreciation was expressed that night.

Masterlist

[gyubby99]

@disneyanddisneyships um.

Alaponi smut headcanons

• Alastor gets off of Aponi's fear • That scary face of his and the radio screech lets her know he likes it • Alastor pounds on aponi with blood drool dripping from his mouth as he smiles menacingly and he looks like he's out of control • As soon as Aponi gets that hard c^ck out of his pants it's already glistening wet with pre-c^m • He likes to see Aponi struggling and helpless but in a good way sohe uses the tentacle thingy to hold her down and also obliterate her holes as he jerks off to the sight of aponi getting it with the tentacles (I've seen enough picrew ads to imagine this) • He shouts "oh dear" as he pounds onto Aponi • Aponi has to guide him through because hes never done this before • Im sorry but he is not gentle. This month is about HIM • He wouldn't talk about shit he would eat her out for surprise • He bites Aponi in places only he can see • He looks like an actual dark entity while fcking aponi you'd be impressed she could stay turned on and not scared • 10 to 15 times every october because deer • I wouldn't be surprised if he has a voodoo kink • Alastor makes her sign an agreement before they made it official that she will help him every october. He made her sign an actual agreement. On paper and everything. • Aponi teases him a lot but Al always gets his revenge. • He doesnt rip her clothes off. He lets her take them off and he waits patiently. • His d gets bigger everytime he slowly turns into his demon form • Headcanon alastor is actually feral it's not even a joke • Aponi has a small 'X' scar on her chest bc alastor wanted to "seal their deal" • Pain kink. • No lights on. Just his glowy red eyes and that menacing smile. • I think once Alastor has found his "mate" he will only be attracted to Aponi in that way. Like even if he's in heat and she's not around, he looks at other people and feel nothing. Which is why Live Linda is a rap- • Knife play • Aponi couldn't walk one time • Aftercare are dad jokes and jambalaya

Mal: pls let me sleep

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Staticfly NSFW headcanons

• FILTH • Sin • Mal has developed electrokinesis kink because of him • Vox lets Mal suck his dick under the table when he's working when he's rlly horny • Vox records him and Mal fucking for when Mal is away and he needed it badly • Mal sends Vox "pics" • He electrocutes her when he fingers her pssy • He's sadistic (like any overlord is) and he likes seeing Mal whimper in pain as she feels the shock from her pssy when he electrocute n fingers her • He's a living taser and Mal is very much into it. • Vox is not opposed to being called "daddy" but he prefers "sir" • Mal is very vocal • She wants him to fck her in his full demon form because it gets bigger and she can see it from her stomach • Why do I think Vox has clear c^m.. like it's not white like others. Kinda resembling gasoline or something because he's an electronic demon • He blue-screens when Mal takes him in too good • Vox degrades Mal fr • "Yeah, take that in you little slut.. hm.. you're doing a great job.." • Pain kink. Both of them. • He has a lot of toys <3 • Mal screams with and without the S • Vox electrocutes her boobs and she's very much into it • Dont ask what happened if Mal suddenly couldn't walk • He gives her electrocute burns as hickies and he is very proud of himself for it. • He ties her down with cords that has grounds • Mal: Fuck me til' I forget both of our names. • Vox's servants, assistants and housekeepers all know they be fucking but the real action is only betaeen them both • Vox would be the type to say "I did that" to a pregnant Mal • Mal, regarding that statement: *buggs bunny communism meme* we • After a performance Vox fucks the shit out of Mal backstage • Vox is very aggresive and Mal is into it • Mal says "yes sir" nd Vox says "good girl" • Vox: You just can't get enough, can you? You're a horny little slut. *he chuckles and pounces on her* • Vox does not care if anyone hears Mal. Let the whore out • Not opposed to 3somes • Vox gave Mal a choke hand print scar and possibly an electrocution burn on her neck and Aponi was concerned and almost thought about domestic abuse • Mal plays with herself alone and Vox appears on the screen, amused. He says "wait for me later ;)" • Vox: Fuck.. you know how to get me so easily, huh, babe? • Never sleep in the room next to them if they're horny. Just don't. • With an overlord like Vox? Mal has a 'V' scar on her back • Both like it rough • The wedding night was uhhh... nice. • Aponi is still concerned.

[verona2314]

Judgment of the Damned (translation) PART X

LINK PART IX

Summary:

In the realm of Limbo, where souls deemed too good for Hell but not virtuous enough for Heaven reside, Victoria finds herself thrust into an unprecedented mission. When a notorious sinner, Sir Pentious, achieves redemption and ascends to Heaven, it sends shockwaves through all realms. Tasked with unraveling this mystery, Victoria, a minor judge of souls, is sent to the infamous Hazbin Hotel in Hell. For the first time, an emissary from Limbo steps foot into the fiery depths, tasked with observing and judging the denizens of Hell for their potential for redemption. As Victoria navigates this unfamiliar territory, she captures the unrequired attention of the enigmatic Radio Demon, Alastor. Amidst the chaos of demonic antics and the pursuit of understanding redemption, Victoria must confront her own beliefs and judgments. As she delves deeper into the secrets of the Hazbin Hotel, Victoria uncovers hidden truths about sinners, redemption, and the ultimate fate of souls caught between damnation and salvation. With each soul she encounters, Victoria's journey becomes not only a quest for answers but a personal voyage of self-discovery in the heart of darkness.

Chapter 10: Convergence of Wills

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Hello everyone! I'm very sorry for my absence these weeks. I've been a bit busy with some things, but I promise to keep uploading more chapters. Thank you for following this story, I appreciate you all very much, my dear readers. <3

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Vox

The bustling and chaotic streets of Hell were more agitated than usual. The news about the possible existence of a judge from Limbo spread with relentless speed. It was no surprise that the higher-ups were employing all their resources and sources of information to locate the judge. It was a race against time where the winner would take all the advantages, and Vox was not willing to lose.

For the Overlord, the captured images were more than enough evidence that Limbo was real and, therefore, all the legends related to it were real as well. Undoubtedly, having a minor judge as an ally would be a powerful card, but caution must be exercised. Forcing a being from that plane would be complete recklessness. The only way to use a judge from Limbo would be by creating a solid friendship through manipulations, or finding something to blackmail them with. Bribery was always an option, of course, but for Vox, it was not a very reliable guarantee.

Setting aside those details, the primary concern was finding the judge. That's why Vox had spent the morning reviewing the recordings from the drones scattered around the area, although without much success. This had put him in a bad mood. It also didn't help that the cannibals constantly shot down his devices due to their strange repudiation of anything foreign to their outdated "style." As a result, he didn't have many images of the scene. This led him to wonder: why would a judge from Limbo be near the cannibal district?

"I see you're still playing with your screens," Valentino said mockingly, lighting a cigarette. "Haven't had any luck? Oh, what a pity."

"Val, the last thing I need right now is for you to fuck me. We need to find her first," he replied, frowning, trying to keep his patience.

"Oh, come on. Nobody has more eyes than you in this city. If anyone's going to find her first, it's you," his companion said, gently stroking his shoulder.

"Wait... there's someone who has more eyes, who keeps more up to date than I do," Vox couldn't understand how he hadn't thought of it before. "Tell Velvet to search her social networks for any videos, photos, stories she finds about the judge or that have been captured near the scene."

"Alright, I'll tell her. Anything else?," the moth man inquired.

“With your shitty eyesight? No, thank you,"replied Vox without taking his eyes off the screens.

"That was unnecessary. Well, if you have such great vision, how come you didn't notice a certain someone in the background of that video?" Valentino retorted, pointing to one of the screens with his long cigarette.

"What are you talking about?" Vox asked, squinting as he leaned closer to the device. It was playing a video recorded by a citizen's phone and had been featured in the news. Carefully and with effort, he studied the image, trying to spot what his companion was referring to. Suddenly, he noticed it. It was just a fraction of seconds. Amidst the chaotic crowd stood Alastor. "How the hell did you see that?"

"Huh? I'd recognize that red blotch anywhere," Valentino shrugged nonchalantly. "Anyway, I don't think it's relevant. Doesn't he usually frequent the cannibal district? It's probably just a coincidence."

"With Alastor, you can never be too sure. Did you already message Velvet?" Vox inquired.

"Yeah, yeah. You're so impatient. She's sending you what she gathered," Valentino muttered, a little irritated. "She says to stop bothering her. She can't believe you're not capable of doing this on your own, and..."

Vox ignored the rest of the comments and projected the images and videos received from Velvet onto all his screens, scrutinizing every pixel in search of Alastor. His instinct told him that the radio demon must be involved in some way. After a few minutes of intense concentration, Vox finally spotted something intriguing. In the background of one video, he saw Alastor crossing a narrow street from side to side, holding... a rug? The image was blurry, and Vox struggled to make out the details. As he tried to enhance the clarity, he noticed something even more suspicious: it looked like there was a hand peeking out from the folds of the fabric Alastor was carrying. Was he transporting a body? Why bother to conceal it? After all, Alastor was a sadist who didn't mind flaunting his actions proudly. Perhaps he was overthinking it, but he could bet that the person Alastor was hauling was the judge.

"Shit," he whispered. Once again, the radio demon had beaten him to it. But all was not lost. He still had a chance to take the judge. Perhaps Alastor had her captive, and he could rescue her, thereby earning the woman's trust. Though, knowing his enemy, he'd likely already be trying to manipulate her. "I think it's time for a new broadcast," he said aloud, smiling broadly. He already had a plan in mind.

Charlie

She stood nervously in front of Victoria's room door. That morning, the judge had already awakened, and Charlie greatly wished to finally have an extensive conversation with her. Would it be rude to disturb her on the same day she woke up? Should she have brought some token like candy or a greeting card? Should she mention her concerns about redemption or stick to superficial conversation?

She shook her head, trying to silence her doubts. She exhaled deeply before determinedly knocking on the door.

"Come in," Victoria's melodious voice responded.

Charlie entered the room carefully. To her surprise, Adrian was seated in a chair next to the judge's bed, who was still resting. Apparently, both were engaged in lively conversation.

"Hello, Miss Charlie," Victoria greeted with a tray of food on her lap.

"Hi, Your Honor," the princess replied with a nervous smile. "I see Adrian brought you lunch?"

"Oh yes. He feels very indebted for the whole situation," the judge added with a soft smile. Adrian glanced down at the floor a little embarrassed. "And call me Victoria. You don't have to be so formal with me, Charlie."

"That's adorable! I can't blame him. Yesterday he told us how brave you were in facing that guy," Charlie replied, feeling more at ease.

"You call it bravery; most call it recklessness," Victoria replied, laughing lightly. "Adrian was telling me how he ended up in hell and how happy he is to be here. He's very grateful to you too, Charlie."

"It's true, princess," Adrian added with a broad smile. "I never thought I could feel so good in hell. I promise to do my best in this redemption business. We'll show everyone that it's possible."

"Oh, thank you so much," Charlie replied, moved by the sinner's enthusiasm. However, deep down, she felt a little guilty for not being able to tell him the truth, that redemption was no longer just a possibility but a reality. She looked at Victoria, trying to see if she felt even slightly uncomfortable about hiding the truth from Adrian, but the woman seemed completely calm.

After a few minutes of casual conversation, Adrian bid farewell to both and left the room, taking the tray with him.

"So, Charlie," Victoria said in a more serious tone. "Do you believe redemption is for everyone? In my case, I think not," the judge abruptly inquired. Apparently, she was a straightforward person who didn't beat around the bush or use embellished words.

"I know you think in that way, Your Honor, I mean Victoria," the blonde replied after sighing. "I understand that not everyone feels ashamed of their actions, and many aren't even aware of the harm they caused. But maybe they can come to realize it if someone shows them. If someone teaches them. For me, this hotel isn't just about keeping them away from vices or bad deeds, but also about providing them with a change of perspective. I want them to learn something new, to understand the gravity of their decisions, and to start feeling remorse for the actions that led to their damnation. To be able to gain a new perspective. Achieve a remodeling of their thoughts."

"Your way of thinking is very noble, but you must also consider that many are lost causes. And you must be careful of them," Victoria pointed out, looking at her hands with a hint of nostalgia.

"I know, but even to those you call 'lost causes,' I must give them a chance. The outcome may be the same, but at least I will have tried."

"Are you willing to do that knowing that you could end up disappointed and exhausted? To risk your heart and faith? Can you subject yourself to disappointment time and time again without ending up defeated and with all hope extinguished?"

Charlie pondered Victoria's words for a moment. She knew they had merit. It was a legitimate concern. Can anyone endure being constantly hit with the bitterness of disappointment indefinitely? Did she have the courage and strength? Did she believe in herself to such an extent? The princess of hell clenched her fists and looked at Victoria with complete confidence in her eyes and replied, "Yes. I know this path can be painful, but I'm willing to go through all of that and more without giving up, without faltering, without turning back, because I know this is the right thing to do, because I know no one else will do it."

Victoria studied her for a few minutes with those amber-colored eyes full of wisdom and intelligence. The judge's gaze was deep and intense, yet Charlie did not waver for a moment. Finally, Victoria smiled.

"I see we're not so different. We're willing to go all the way for our ideals. It means I can trust you. Charlie, I'm going to reveal something to you," Victoria said solemnly. "With the results of this report, I hope to convince the Supreme Judges to create a standardized process focused on redemption. A kind of purgatory. And I want you to be in charge of it."

"What? Me? Is this for real? Do you really think you can convince the Supreme Judges?" she asked with excitement, enthusiasm, and fear. What Victoria was telling her went far beyond what she had dared to dream. It was something very distant and perhaps illusory, but for some reason, she believed it was possible.

"We must be careful, Charlie. There are many things they have hidden from us, or so I believe," Victoria continued with a somber expression. "You see, some time ago, I found a very old book, with a rusty cover. I think it was deliberately hidden. It contains... shocking information. So overwhelming that it made me change my view of everything. I can't guarantee that its contents are real, but it seems true."

"What do you mean?" Charlie asked, intrigued. She felt a shiver run down her spine. Her hands began to sweat. However, despite the anxiety she felt at that moment, she couldn't help but want to know more.

"This book is a life diary. Before coming here, I was investigating the mentioned names, corroborating facts and dates. For now, everything aligns. Charlie, you are not the first person to try to explore redemption."

Charlie felt a knot in her stomach upon hearing this as confusion invaded her mind. She tried to process those words, but the endless questions assaulting her at that moment were tremendously overwhelming. Her heart raced, and her breath caught. Eventually, she managed to string together a few words. "That's not possible... my father would have told me."

"I don't know if Lucifer is aware of the events narrated in this diary. But it does make very clear why Limbo isolated itself. You can choose not to know anything about this and remain in comfort, or you can read this life diary and learn a story that was erased to the detriment of its protagonists," the judge pronounced.

"I..." Charlie felt undecided. This choice was not simple as it could change her life forever. Who was this being who had written that life diary? Were they the one who mentioned redemption before her? How long ago had that happened? Was her father aware of this? If so, why hadn't he mentioned it? What would her mother do?

"Charlie, you don't have to make the decision now. I have hidden that diary very well. When you're ready, I'll give it to you," Victoria said, trying to offer her some reassurance.

"And what if I'm never ready?" the princess of hell asked insecurely.

"I know you will be," the judge responded confidently.

The moment was interrupted by the sound of someone knocking on the room's door. Victoria remained silent for a few minutes before responding. "Come in."

The door opened, and to Charlie's surprise, it was Alastor who entered the room. The princess of hell could see how Victoria's eyes sparkled with intrigue, challenge, and amusement. It was as if the judge had anticipated the arrival of the radio demon and was prepared for whatever Alastor wanted to say.

"Good afternoon!" greeted the radio host enthusiastically. "I see that our esteemed judge looks better today. If you knew how worried Charlie was yesterday," Alastor continued as he placed his hand on the princess of hell's shoulder. "And before you ask why I'm here, I've come to return this possession," concluded the radio demon, releasing Charlie's shoulder and conjuring a book in his free hand, extending it to Victoria. "Oh?" asked the judge, taking the book in her hands. "Isn't this the book I was reading yesterday? It's not exactly mine."

"I figured you'd want to finish it, considering I interrupted your peaceful reading," replied Alastor, resting both hands on his cane.

"Alastor, that's very considerate of you," Charlie pointed out, moved by the gesture. It seemed that both of them were finally getting along. After all, it was he who had brought Victoria back safely, albeit after losing her. But for Charlie, the important thing was that Alastor had made a kind gesture toward Victoria. Perhaps she shouldn't worry so much about making a deal with the radio demon. What was a deal between friends?

"Yes... very considerate," repeated the judge with a slow tone, looking distrustfully at the demon in the red suit. It appeared that the judge's reservations regarding the aforementioned had not diminished in the slightest. Charlie sighed, feeling a bit disappointed. She didn't want to be present when these two argued again. She had a lot on her mind at the moment due to Victoria's words.

"Well, I'm glad to hear you're feeling much better, Victoria. I'll think about our conversation."Said Charlie.

"Are you leaving already?" Alastor asked, widening his eyes.

Charlie nodded, feeling a bit curious about the demon's reaction, but she didn't take long to compose herself and make vague excuses as she walked toward the door. "Oh, yes, you know. I have a lot to do with that whole thing. You know, that thing. Don't worry, I have it under control. I hope you two don't argue too much this time. You know, Victoria needs rest." Charlie crossed the door and closed it without waiting for any response. She pondered her actions for a moment as she looked down the hallway. Didn't she sound like her father just now?

Alastor

After Charlie abruptly left the room, Alastor felt a strange and tense silence. Part of him was glad for the absence of the Princess of Hell, as it allowed him to act more freely in his attempt to establish a friendship with Victoria. But another part of him felt somewhat uneasy, and he couldn't quite comprehend why. This confusion made him stand in the center of the room in absolute silence, contemplating the judge who slowly raised an eyebrow out of curiosity at his demeanor. She certainly seemed to be recovering quickly. Her complexion regained color, and her eyes now had that spark that invited challenge. He didn't want to admit how much he had longed for the moment to confront her again, to rub it in her face that he had saved her from a complex situation.

"Well? Aren't you going to boast about rescuing me? Are you not going to scold me for putting myself in that situation?" she asked, still lying on the bed, tilting her chin slightly upward. Alastor observed the wound on her lip. It had already formed a slight scab.

"Not at all, my dear judge! How could I act that way when my act was completely selfless?" he replied, restraining his desire to boast. He didn't want to give Victoria the satisfaction to be right and ruin any chance of getting closer to her. He needed the judge to trust him so he could slowly manipulate her. "Furthermore, although our little debt is settled with this, I still intend to help you navigate through the social circles of Hell. Unfortunately, it may have to be done more subtly than we initially planned due to your little spectacle. But all is not lost," he added, moving towards the chair next to the bed and taking a seat, crossing one leg over the other. "Do you really want me to believe that, Alastor? We both know that altruism is not in your nature," Victoria replied with an uncomfortable smirk. That told Alastor that the wound on her lip was causing her some degree of pain.

"Well, my dear, I think it's time for me to be honest with you. You have earned my respect. There are even things about you that I find quite admirable, and I dare say I could declare you as my eternal rival, for you have proven more than once to be a worthy opponent, and in such a short time! It's clear that I can't simply manipulate you. But it's not in our best interest to interfere with each other's path. That would be annoying. We both pursue goals that don't necessarily have to be incompatible," Alastor stated.

"Are you trying to flatter the judge, Alastor? Oh well, perhaps I should prosecute you," Victoria joked sarcastically. Alastor couldn't help but let out a small laugh. He greatly enjoyed these conversations.

"Oh, come on, Judge. Can't you just accept a compliment? Is that a crime?" he joked back, deviating a bit from his conversation goal. He couldn't help but get carried away by the fun these little duels produced. Once again, she arched an eyebrow. Certainly, she wasn't one to fall for flattery, which didn't surprise him.

"Beyond that. Are you offering some kind of truce?" she asked, tilting her head slightly.

"In reality, I was thinking more about forging a friendship with you. Before you respond with your charming sarcasm, I am aware that you don't trust me, and that's why I'll make the effort to earn your trust. That's why I've decided to continue helping you with this whole entering into infernal society thing, without asking for anything in return," Alastor said, leaning back against the chair's backrest.

Victoria observed him in silence, trying to read his intentions. Alastor tried to focus on the wallpaper as Victoria's scrutinizing gaze made him nervous. He never imagined that even in such a vulnerable state, she would be able to maintain her characteristic sharpness so strongly. It was simply fascinating. He admired her brilliance and respected her strength. She faced him always with fierce determination, causing him to feel intrigued by the force of her spirit. But this fascination was also tinged with a sense of discomfort and certain anxiety.

"What do you propose?" she finally responded.

"To make yourself known to everyone,"he replied, trying to contain the enthusiasm that her response caused in him. Finally, he had made progress. "What do you think about appearing on my show? A sort of interview. That way, you can attract people to you. You could even announce that your presence in these domains is because you need to inform Limbo about the situation in Hell and that's why you would like to interview as many people as possible. You don't even have to mention redemption."

"Do you want me to believe that you gain nothing? You're trying to deceive me to boost the popularity of your show. Aren't you?"

Alastor couldn't help but laugh. "Oh, come on, dear. My show is already very popular. I don't want to hurt your ego, but I don't need you to attract more listeners, and you know it. I understand that you don't trust me, but don't jump to ridiculous conclusions just because of your extreme paranoia." Alastor looked at her, expecting a sharp response from the judge, however, she remained silent, looking out the window with a contagious calmness.

"You're right. Your show is already very popular, and you have more than enough skills to continue attracting listeners without resorting to me," Victoria responded, turning her face towards him. Her eyes seemed kinder, and her shoulders less tense. Alastor was completely surprised by this response. His mind worked quickly, trying to find the right words, but nothing came out of his mouth. Victoria continued speaking, "I understand your surprise. I can't believe my own words. I accept your offer. I'll make an appearance on your radio show. You'd better not put me in a tight spot with your questions."

"Splendid!" he replied, rising from his seat. For some strange reason, that feeling of discomfort had started to escalate, and it was becoming difficult for him to breathe.

"There's something else I want to say," Victoria added. He watched her, unable to move. "Honestly, I don't know what you're planning, Alastor. But there's no excuse that allows me to be ungrateful. Whether you have hidden motives or not, you did save me from a tight spot yesterday. That's a fact. On the other hand, despite what others may say, I firmly believe that it wasn't your responsibility to look out for me. I was the one who disobeyed you and put myself at risk. I don't regret it. I simply did what I believed was right, and I will never be ashamed of it. But I do regret causing you any inconvenience." Victoria looked him in the eyes, offering a small, honest smile, without a trace of sarcasm. "Basically, what I want to say is, I'm sorry and thank you very much for helping me. I say it sincerely, even knowing that you might have acted with ulterior motives."

Alastor was completely bewildered. It was the first time that Victoria's genuine kindness and empathy were directed straight at him. The nobility of her words hit him with overwhelming force as a strange warmth washed over him. He told himself that this warmth must be due to how significant it was to be recognized by someone he had started to see as an equal, which inflated his pride and egocentrism. However, his racing pulse only caused him greater confusion and a whirlwind of thoughts tearing through his mind. He tried to continue rationalizing this warmth her words had produced. Amidst all this turmoil, he decided to cling to an attitude of indifference and complete detachment. "Hm, it was about time you showed a bit of gratitude, don't you think?" he replied lightly, shrugging.

"You're insufferable," Victoria responded, laughing.

"Anyway, once you're fully recovered, we'll do the interview," he concluded before simply leaving the room, using his shadow to transport himself back to his room.

Safe in the privacy of his room, Alastor let out the breath he had been holding and sat down on his bed. Her sincere gratitude and honesty had disturbed him. He felt anger towards himself for fleeing the situation. He couldn't understand why his mind had descended into chaos, preventing him from asking all the questions he had stored away and even broaching the subject of the color of her blood. He couldn't deny that each interaction with Victoria left him more confused than before, but also, to some extent, longing for more encounters. Was he really forming an emotional connection with her? He immediately rejected that idea. He refused to acknowledge the obvious signs of an emotional connection. It was all a game. It was all fascination with Victoria's peculiarities. "What game is she playing?" he said to himself, trying to find any trace of hidden motivation behind that gratitude. "From now on, I must stay more alert. I can't allow her to catch me off guard again. It's like I'm fighting against a rival I can't see or understand."

"How is it possible that she showed me such gratitude even while being able to see my true nature? Even being aware of my possible hidden intentions?" he murmured to himself, once again trying to unravel the mystery behind his reaction. He knew that Victoria was not an optimistic and hopeful person who firmly believed in the goodness of people beyond all evil, unlike Charlie, who seemed even naive. No. This display of kindness was different because it came from someone like the judge.

"I'm losing control," he admitted to himself with resignation.

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TAGLIST!!

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LINK PART XI

[crowhyun]

ROYALTY

demon prince!Beomgyu x Reader

genre(s): smut, fluff, crack, kind of e2l?

warnings: mentions of hell, though a bit more lighthearted, beomgyu is so cute tbh, shower sex, beomgyu is quite rough and desperate, no protection (…tbh when was there ever), vaginal penetration, dirty talk

words: 7.8k

    A quaint living room that was dark as it was night time. That's what Beomgyu first saw when he phased onto the surface. He had never been up here before, but now there was no going back for a while. He looked at his hands, seeing that they were a light tan color rather than being the usual scaled red color. He was in his human form.

    He looked around, wondering if anyone occupied the house he was in. It was dark and silent, but he knew that humans were asleep around this time. He quietly walked around the house, his shoes making quiet footsteps on the hardwood floors. He approached a door that was cracked open and he peeked inside of the dark room. The moonlight shone very dimly on your figure sleeping calmly in the comfort of your bed. He smiled, deciding not to wake you up from your slumber. He was going to have much fun introducing himself to you in the morning, anyways. He felt a certain type of fondness when it came to humans. You all were so fragile and easily manipulated. How cute.

      He stepped away from your door, looking around at the rest of your small house. The cute decorations, the family pictures, the food and snacks in your kitchen. He nodded in satisfaction. This sure would be a good place to live for the next two years.

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      Your alarm woke you up, and you climbed your arm out from the tangles of your comforter to turn it off. You so desperately wanted to go back to sleep, but the bright sun beaming through your window kept you from doing that. Oh, and you had work in a few hours.

      You sighed, stretching a bit before you dragged yourself out of bed and to the bathroom where you started to get ready for the day ahead of you. You were brushing your teeth when you suddenly heard something peculiar. You froze, your eyebrows furrowing as you listened out for it again.

      A few seconds passed before you were only met with silence. You shrugged and continued brushing your teeth. After you washed your face, you made your way to the kitchen to get a cup of coffee. You couldn't imagine going to work without one, you'd probably die, to be honest.

      You waited for the coffee to finish, and you turned around, still feeling groggy. Then you noticed something- no, no, no, someONE on your couch. It hadn't registered in your brain that there was literally someone in your house, so you stood there, just staring blankly. It was a man with shoulder length black hair who was sitting on your couch with his eyes closed and head tilted back on the couch. He seemed like he was sleeping, but how the HELL did he get inside of your house?

       Then, your reaction finally caught up with you, and your eyes widened before you let out a piercing scream, startling the man awake.

       "Who the hell are you!?" You screamed, pointing to him.

       "Huh?" He looked at you as if HE was the confused one.

       "Who are you, and how did you get into my house!?" You asked again, reaching into your kitchen drawer to grab a knife, pointing it at the man.

       "Woah, woah, woah," He held his hands up in surrender, standing up off of the couch. "Don't you think you're overreacting? Let me explain, at least! I'm not here to kill you or anything!"

      "I'm calling the police-" You stopped once you remembered that you left your phone in your room, and this...weirdly handsome man was between the kitchen and the way to your room. "Fuck..."

      "What's a police?"

      You frowned, confused with this man's antics. "Sir, I'm going to need you to leave, otherwise, I'll...I'll...I'll intervene!"

      "With a kitchen knife...?" He said. "I'm not doubting you or anything, but I bet I could outrun you."

      "Please, just...how did you get in my house?" You asked. "And why? Are you a thief?"

      "If you put the knife down, I will explain." He said. "I won't hurt you. Really."

      "How can I trust you?"

      "You can't." He pouted. "But at least you could try! Because I'm honest! If I was a theif, wouldn't it be dumb for me to spend the night here?"

      "Y-you spent the night!?" You couldn't believe your ears. You thought you was safe and sound all night only for there to have been a man just resting here as if he lived here. "You better get to explaining, because I'm keeping the knife."

     "Okay, okay, look..." He sighed. "Listen carefully. I...am not from here. I come from hell. The underworld, whatever you may call it. I'm the prince of hell. Well, there's a lot of prince's, but I'm, like, the number one prince. Which is why I'm really hurt that I'm being held at knife point here, quite frankly, I should be worshipped." He looked at your face just to see that you still looked incredibly perplexed, but he went on. "My dad, y'know, Lucifer, doesn't know I'm here. He won't be able to track me when I'm in my human form and livijg with a host. So I phased here last night. I have no where else to go!"

      There was a few seconds of silence as he watched your reaction.

      "You fucking liar!" You screamed, pointing the knife at him again. "You must be crazy! Do you think I'm that stupid to think you're the son of Lucifer!?"

      "But I am!" He yelled. "I swear, I have the marking for it, and everything! I could even show you my the form, but I'm scared my daddy might be able to track me!"

      "I don't care about your 'daddy'!" You said. "You need to leave my house!"

      You didn't have enough time as he ran to you, going on his knees and hugging your leg. You gasped and dropped the knife.

      "Please, human, I don't wanna go home, it's boring there." He whined while looking up at you. "Just let me stay here! It'll only be for two years!" He held up two fingers.

      "Are you kidding me!?" You kicked him off of you.

      "Please!" He said. "I'll be your maid! I'll cook and clean for you! And that's a lot, because I'm a prince and I've never had to do that for someone."

      "So, you're telling me..." You held your face in your hands. "You're some sort of demon prince, the son of Lucifer...and you're in MY house for some reason?"

      "Yes, I needed a host to live with, and I just phased to any random place." He said. "I don't even know you, I...I could be the one in danger!"

      "If you're really who you say you are, then...show me your true form!"

      "Do you want Lucifer to show up at your doorstep?" He asked, frowning. "Besides, I only show my true form to people who are special to me." He finally got up from the floor, and all you wanted was for him to get back down. It didn't help that he was tall.

      "Then...name and age."

      "My real name isn't translatable in your language." He said. "But my human name is Choi Beomgyu! I'm approximately 2.1 billion years old! But my human age is 20."

      "2.1 billion..." You trailed off, feeling extremely lightheaded all of a sudden. All of this was too much for you to comprehend. "I must be tired..." You spoke to yourself. You tried to ignore the man standing in your kitchen as you poured yourself a cup of coffee, taking a sip.

      "Is that food?" He asked. "I've never had to consume something to live, but since I'm in my human form...I would like something to fill my stomach."

      You looked at him with a frown. "Didn't you say you'd cook and clean for me?"

      "Oh..." He chuckled, rubbing at the back of his neck. "I actually don't know how to cook or clean. I've never did that before. But does this mean I can stay?"

      You thought about it for a second. Maybe he was just some homeless man who's brain went haywire or something. But then again, homeless men didn't wear what Beomgyu had on. He was wearing an all black clean cut suit that fit his body well without looking too formal. This man confused you to no end.

      "Maybe...until you find somewhere else to stay." You said. "I don't make enough money to provide for two people."

      "Good enough for me!" He smiled brightly. "Can I have that?" He pointed at your cup of coffee.

      "No." You frowned. "Drink water or something." You kept an eye on him as you went to your room to retrieve your phone. You were still on edge, but he didn't seem to pose a real threat so far. You didn't feel safe with leaving him here alone while you went to work, so you called off for the day.

      You walked back out of the room to see him in the kitchen, drinking the coffee straight from the pot.

      "What the hell, Beomgyu?!" You said, eyes wide. "That's my coffee!"

      He put the empty pot down, wincing a bit. "I just did you a favor. It's too bitter."

      "That's because you don't put any creamer in it." You sighed angrily. "Do you know how to use a microwave?"

      "Nope."

      You rolled your eyes, grabbing cup ramen from your pantry, filling it up with water and then putting it in the microwave. You put it in for five minutes, making sure Beomgyu was watching. "This is how you use a microwave. That is ramen. That's what you'll eat. I'll have you know that it is very rude to eat other peoples' food or drink other peoples' drinks. You can have water from the tap."

"Hm, yes, the...tap."

"Oh my...so let's say you actually did come from hell," You started. "What exactly is there?"

"I'd be happy to answer that." He said. "Since I am a prince, y'know, Lucifer's son-"

"I know that."

"Yes, so I live in a castle." He said. "It's a very nice castle, it's very big and stuff. We don't need to eat human food to live, we just eat souls! Evil ones of course."

"So, you guys don't have a kitchen or anything? Do you guys sleep?"

"No, and no." He said.

"You said you've been around for about 2 billion years, right?" He nodded. "So why don't you know anything about how humans live?"

"Hey, I know some stuff. We have books in hell, and especially stuff about humans." He said. "Like, you guys have cells and stuff, and you guys started out as little tiny versions of yourself. Like that picture." He pointed to a baby picture that hung up on your wall. "Is that you?"

"Yes."

"Interesting..." He said. "What is your name, by the way?"

"Uh, (Y/N)." You said, taking the ramen out of the microwave.

"Ah, when I go back home, I'll tell my dad all about you and your kindness." He smiled. "You will definitely go to hell."

"What!?"

"That's a good thing, though!" He said. "And because you allowed me to stay here— me, the prince of hell, son of Lucifer— you won't be a lowly slave and maybe you could live in the castle!"

You stared at him blankly for a few seconds, and he just stared back with a smile. You then shook your head and handed him the cup of ramen.

"Eat this." You said. "It tastes good and it'll fill you up." You started to walk away, but he grabbed your arm to stop you.

"Wait!" He said. "This is my first meal, you have to take a picture of it! I need to make this vacation worthwhile."

"Seriously-" You groaned, grabbing your phone and pointing the camera towards him. He smiled brightly and held up the ramen for the camera to see. You snapped a photo, and he all but snatched your phone out ur of your hands to see.

"Wah, I'm handsome." He said. "Who knew these devices could capture such beauty. Look at it, (Y/N)." He shoved the screen in your face, and you furrowed your eyes in confusion. You noticed a visibly dark aura around his body in the picture, a stark contrast to his bright smile. Your jaw dropped.

"W-what, s-so you really are a demon?"

"Uh, yeah, I told you that many times." He rolled his eyes. "I'm quite handsome, though, aren't I?"

"Oh my gosh." You held your head in your hands, pacing around the living room.

"See, this is the reaction I initially wanted, but now I feel kind of sorry for you." He said, then shrugged, taking a bite of his ramen. "Oh my gosh!"

"What!? What!?" You yelled at him, still in shock that there was a literal demon in your house. Not only that, but the SON OF LUCIFER!?!?

"This food is absolutely amazing!" He said. "It's like an explosion on my tongue! The flavor, the heat, everything! This must be top tier food around here!"

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You banged on the bathroom door where the shower seemed to be running for almost two hours now.

"Beomgyu, you've been in there for too long!" You yelled though the wooden door. "Do you know how much you're running up my bills!? You haven't been here for even a week, and I know that I'm suffering an increase as we speak!"

You heard a loud groan and the the shower finally turning off.

"Thank you!" You said, rolling your eyes. Then, the bathroom door opened. You didn't have enough time to avert you're eyes away from the man who only had a towel wrapped around his waist. "Oh my god!" You covered your eyes.

"Really? In the presence of Lucifer's son? The prince of hell?"

"You can't go ten minutes without mentioning that?" You scoffed. "And put some clothes on, for goodness sakes!"

"Oh? Is this what's bothering you?" He smirked, looking down at his bare chest.

"Well, yeah, you're half naked, of course it's bothering me." You said. "Move out of the way, it's my turn to shower."

He leaned on the frame of the doorway, blocking you from entering. "You know, since you humans have to pay to live, for some dumb reason, I have a solution. How about we just shower together? Easy."

"No!" You said.

"Why not? You save water and time that way, and your bills won't be too high." He said.

"Look, Beomgyu, up here, showering together is an...intimate thing." You said. "At least for me, it is. So we won't be doing that any time soon."

"Any time soon?" He lifted a brow. "So...one day, we'll partake in the intimate human ritual of showering together? I'm here for two years."

"I'll think about it." You said sarcatically, pushing him out of the way to get into the bathroom and shutting the door behind you.

"Ugh, rude, my towel almost dropped!" He said from the other side of the door.

You ignored him, looking at your shampoo and body wash in confusion, until you noticed that he had been using them. You faught the urge to nag at him about it, because you remembered that you still had to go shopping for this demon-man. You'd be less pissed if he could make his own money instead of leeching off of you.

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"We're only getting things off of the list." You told Beomgyu as you rolled the shopping cart around the store. "I'm spending a maximum of $200 today." You guys went to the shampoo and body wash section of the store, first, because you were quickly running out. "Just choose whichever you want, I guess."

"Hm...you humans have so much to choose from." He scanned around at all of the choices. You waited there with your elbow on the cart handle, wondering when he'd finally choose. He'd been staring at everything for over a minute, now. You were about to say something when he grabbed what caught his eye. "Wha- all of that looking just to grab the exact same shampoo and body wash I get?"

"You can't blame me, it smells good." He said, putting it in the cart. You shut up, but only because you knew he was right. You shopped for extra necessities that he needed as well as some clothes. When you got to the food section was when he started to be annoying, once again.

"Beomgyu, you cannot eat ramen for every meal everyday." You said. "Humans have to eat vegetable and fruit as well. We need to eat balanced meals."

"Or what?"

"Or you'll die."

"If I die, I'll just go back home."

"But before you die, you'll practically be a zombie because you're not getting what you need in your body." You said. "You supposedly studied about us before you came here, why don't you know that?"

"I probably skipped that section in the books." He shrugged. "It sounds boring."

      "Whatever." You sighed. "I swear there are other things that taste just as good as ramen."

      "Oh yeah?" He looked at you with a smirk.

      "Yeah." You nodded. "Like steak or fried rice or something."

      He just giggled and you looked at him confusedly.

      "Cute human." He simply said, looking back at the shelves stocked with food.

      "Ugh." You scoffed to yourself. "What is his problem..."

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      Beomgyu has been living at your house for maybe about a month and half now, and you were slowly but surely starting to get used to his presence.

      He still had a lot to learn about humans and the human world in general, but he wasn't completely clueless about everything. When you were gone for work, he'd usually try to clean up around the house, but you strictly forbid him from cooking. You had no intentions to come home with the house on fire.

      Talking about fire, though, you noticed how there were random cases of house fires spreading more often in your country. They were never too big enough to kill people, but it was still weird.

      "Ah, dad must be mad." Beomgyu said while watching the news with you about the fires.

      "What? Are you saying this is your dad's doing?" You asked him.

      "Probably." He shrugged. "He probably told Uncle Satan, too. He gets mad for no reason nowadays."

      "Uh, Beomgyu. Maybe you should do something about this." You said. "Peoples houses are literally on fire."

      "I didn't come here to save people, (Y/N)." Beomgyu said. "That's strictly against my moral code."

      "But what if my house catches on fire?" You said. "I worked hard to afford this, and not to mention the fact that you literally live here."

      He stared at you with a frown for a few seconds before he let out an exasperated sigh. "Whatever, I'll tell my dad why I'm gone or whatever."

      "And how are you going to do that?"

      "Just a little ritual." He shrugged, then looked at you with a smile far too sinister for your own good. "Do you wanna talk to him too?"

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      "I can't believe I agreed to this, I simply can't believe it." You said, your heart beating a mile a minute.

      "Well, you did, so..." Beomgyu shrugged, lighting the two white candles that sat on your vanity, right in front of the mirror. "Do you have a pencil and paper?"

      "Uh..." You looked around your room, retrieving one of your notebooks and a pen. "What is this for?"

      "I have to draw the sun." He said. "Y'know, 'light bringer' and all. I'd would be much better to do with during the day or at least to have a better visual of the sun, but we'll make do."

      You closed your eyes and put a hand on your chest, feeling your rapidly beating heart.

      "Calm down, (Y/N)." Beomgyu chuckled. "He really isn't that scary. Besides, once he figures out that you're my friend, he'll definitely decide not to hurt you. As a matter of fact...I have an idea..."

      "Oh no. What is it?"

      "Okay, hear me out." He said, turning to you. "In order for my dad to really like you, and to guarantee your safety, we have to convince him that we...are in love."

      "Oh, I am so doomed!" You whined into your hands.

      "Come on, (Y/N), it's not that hard to act like you're in love with me, I mean, look at me!" He said.

      "There has to be a drawback to that, there just has to." You said.

      "Well, kinda sorta..."

      Your eyes widened. "What...is the drawback?"

      "By the time I go back home...wehavetogetmarried."

      Beomgyu said that last like quickly, but you could understand every word very clearly.

      "No." You said. "No, no, no, we are not doing that. We can just tell your dad that we are friends."

      "That has a bigger chance of him not giving a damn and setting your house on fire so he can retrieve me, (Y/N)." Beomgyu said. "We could get married in two years, but that doesn't mean you have to stay in hell after we get married. You'll just turn into a halfling, which is practically still human, and you'll comeback here. You'll just have to visit once a year until your death."

      "I'm too young to get married." You said. "And what will my parents do once they find out I'm engaged to a man who's 2 billion years old?"

      "I told you, my human age is 20!" Beomgyu pouted. "I understand, this is all my fault, but...it won't be bad. And besides, you'd be married to the prince of hell, (Y/N). That's guaranteed royal status and freedom in hell."

      "I-I wanted to go to heaven, though."

      "Why? You can't fuck in heaven!"

      You two suddenly went quite as the flame from the candles sputtered in a violent rage. You looked at the flames, trying to back up, but Beomgyu held you in place.

      "He's coming." Beomgyu said. You looked at him to see him looking back at you with a sort of pleasing look in this eyes. You couldn't even get enough time to think about it before a humanoid figure appeared in the mirror. He had red scales for skin and long black horns sticking up from his head. You didn't miss the large black wings that emerged from his back. "D-dad! Long time no see! Ha ha..."

      You felt like you were going to faint as the demon looked at you with his pitch black eyes, then back at Beomgyu.

      "Where are you?" Lucifer asked in a deep booming voice.

      "On the surface." Beomgyu said. "I just wanted to take an itty bitty vacation. That's all."

      "Did I tell you that you can vacate at this moment?" Lucifer raised his voice, making you flinch.

      "No, but you never said I couldn't, either." Beomgyu replied. "Besides, I met someone who took me in for the time being." He gestured towards your, his fathers eyes piercing into yours once again. You could sense he was angry. Beomgyu looked at your silent figure, nudging you to introduce yourself.

"G-g-good day...sir L-Lucifer." You stuttered, lifting a hand awkwardly. "I am (Y/N) (Y/L/N)."

"She's a little shy." Beomgyu giggled, putting his arm around you.

"Child of mine. I want you to come home. Immediately."

"No!" Beomgyu raised his voice. "I mean- uh. (Y/N) and I, we...we..." Beomgyu looked at you, and you were shaking in his arms, but not visibly so. You knew you had to do something, otherwise, it could cost you your life.

"We're in love!" You said quickly. Although Beomgyu was the one to introduce this plan to you, he was still surprised that you actually went through with it.

His dad looked between the both of you, his stoic look unchanging. There was at least a few minutes of utter silence before he finally spoke.

"I see..." He said. "You know what this means, then...(Y/N)?"

You nodded.

"I talked to her about it." Beomgyu said.

"Then, shall we start the marriage ceremony right now?" Lucifer said, his booming voice lightening to a less intimidating one.

"Right now?" Beomgyu said, eye brows raised. "No, we can't do that, yet! You see, humans have an engagement period before they wed. Just let me stay here for at least one human year."

"...I guess you make sense." Lucifer said. "Very well, then. I'll give you both one year before the wedding. Do not call for me until then. You know how busy I am." And without a goodbye, the flames from the candles suddenly vanished along with Lucifer, putting the two of you in complete darkness.

"Well..." Beomgyu spoke after a few seconds. "That's over."

"So, it's true? We really have to get married in a year?" You asked quietly. He paused for a few seconds.

      "Yes..." He said. "You weren't planning on marrying anyone else, right?"

    "Obviously not." You said, moving to turn the light on, Beomgyu's face finally visible. He looked guilty, as if he had done something bad. It wasn't so visible on him, but it still showed. "Beomgyu, it's fine. It's not that big of a deal, right? We just get married and I can stay up here and live a regular life."

     "But it is a big deal." He said. "Marriage binds us until death. I...I should've really explained it to you."

     "You said it wasn't that bad." You said. "Is there...you know what, just explain it to me. Everything so that I could understand. We have all night."

     "Ah, damn." He said. "Can I at least get a piece of paper and a pencil?"

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     You sat on the couch, wrapped up in a blanket while you ate ice cream straight out of the carton. It was nearing 3 AM, but you didn't think you'd be able to sleep.

     "Do...Do you at least want the TV on?" Beomgyu spoke amidst the silence.

     "Burning..." You mumbled. "Burning in hell...can't you just kill me now?"

     He sighed, sitting next to you. "I told you, (Y/N), it won't be that bad. You'll just burn for a few minutes then you'll come right back up to Earth."

     "It's not that bad to you, because you aren't even a human." You snapped. "You expect me to just be cool with being engulfed into flames as part of a wedding ceremony!? I can't even tolerate hot water!"

     "But you won't die!" He said. "It'll seem quick and you'll come back stronger than ever! Like a pheonix! Isn't that empowering?"

     "Empower my foot up your ass!"

     "No!" He said, quickly getting up and placing his hands on his butt in fear. "Are you mad at me?"

     "No. Well, yes." You said. "I should've never went along with that stupid plan."

     "Well, I'm just going to be honest." He said. "From my point of view, this is actually a good thing. You'll end up as a halfling, so half demon and half human. You get the best of both worlds, really. And, being my wife isn't so bad. I'm pretty romantic if I do say so myself."

     You looked at him with your spook in your mouth, then you took it out and furrowed your eyebrows. "You think I'd be romantic with you?" You scoffed, rolling your eyes, taking another scoop. "In your dreams."

     "You're quite prideful for a human." He said. "You do know...there's a consummation required after the wedding...right?"

     You choked on the chocolate bits inside of your ice cream, your eyes widening. "What? Like, you mean the intercourse type of consummation?"

     He nodded, sitting closer to you with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. He leaned closer to you, to where you were leaned over the arm of the chair and his face was a mere five inches away from yours.

     "Unsurprisingly, sex is encouraged in hell." He said, his voice at a lower octave. "That wouldn't be so bad to imagine with me. You haven't done that, though, right?"

     You gulped, suddenly feeling a weird tingle between your legs before you shot up from your spot, shoving the carton of ice cream into Beomgyu's hands. "Put that in the freezer for me. I'm tired." Then you scurried to your room, ignoring the chuckles that emitted from the demon boy.

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     You dragged yourself out of your room, eyes tired from getting little sleep last night. You contemplated sleeping in, as it was the weekend, but you decided not to, remembering that there was a whole other person here.

     "Ah, you're awake." You heard Beomgyu say as you came into his point of view. "Good, I was waiting to complain."

     You groaned. "About what?"

   �� "Our sleeping arrangements." He said. "It's not fair for me. I'm a six foot being sleeping on a couch while you sleep on a luxurious king sized bed. My back hurts."

     "Okay. What do you want me to do about that?" You shrugged. "Get you an air mattress?"

     "No, but you could make room for me on your bed." He pouted. "It's meant for two, right?"

     "I'm not letting you sleep on the same bed as me." You grimaced, going into the kitchen to fix yourself a bowl of cereal.

     "And why not?" He scoffed. "We're getting married, we might as well get used to being close."

     "We have a year until then. We don't need to start with all that closeness right now." You said, munching on your cereal.

     "At least show some sympathy." He said, getting up from the couch. "My back really is getting worse sleeping on the couch, it's so uncomfortable. You're doing a horrible job of acting like you don't like me, so do both of us a favor, and allow me to sleep in your comfy bed."

      "You have a shit way of asking for things." You said, shaking your head. "But since your begging, and because I still have humanity in me... I'll allow you to sleep in my bed."

      "Really!?" He exclaimed with a wide smile. You nodded, feeling that you'd regret it, but honestly, you did feel quite bad for him. Sleeping next to a conniving little demon wouldn't be so bad...right?

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       His presence was right there. He felt so close, you could feel the heat radiating off of his body, yet he was at least a foot away from you. You hoped he didn't have some weird power to sense how you were feeling because you were all over the place. Your heart was beating a mile a minute, and you were hyper aware of everything, even in the darkness.

      You could hear his slow breaths, but you couldn't see anything. That should've been enough to calm you down, but you continued to grip your comforter anxiously.

      "(Y/N)." You heard him speak, his voice low. Your breath hitched. "You okay?"

      "I thought you were asleep." You said.

      "I would've been if you weren't shaking like a leaf." He grumbled. "Are you really that nervous from laying next to me? Do you really like me that much?"

      "I n-never said I liked you." You replied.

      "I may not know a lot about humans, but I know how they act when they're nervous." He said, and it was like you could hear the smirk in his voice. "It's okay, (Y/N). You were going to have to like me one way or another."

      "You want me to like you so bad, are you sure you don't like me?" You frowned.

      "Never said I didn't like you."

      "Oh yeah?" You scoffed, your nervousness wearing off. "Then stop being a little bitch and just say it."

      You were caught off guard once Beomgyu switched from laying beside you to hovering over you, making you gasp. You could see barely anything but the dim glow of his red eyes that you've never noticed before. His hand caressed the side of your face gently, and the nervousness rushed back into your system.

      "Do you really think it's a good time to provoke me, little girl?" He said. You gulped, not ever seeing this side of Beomgyu while he's been here. "You're so snarky for the one shaking just because I'm near."

      You said nothing, far too surprised to even let out a squeak. Even though Beomgyu figuratively had you on a choke hold, you had the urge to touch him as he was hovering right above you. You weren't dumb, Beomgyu was gorgeous, and the innuendoes that came out of him every once in a while had you fantasizing about god knows what.

      "What? Cat got your tongue?" He chuckled at your silence. "You're so easy to put into place." He then flipped off of you, going back to his side of the bed. "Good night, (Y/N)." He said sweetly as if he didn't just do what he did. You were NOT going to be able to go to sleep.

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       You shivered from the cold of winter, looking up at the cloudy sky. It was surely going to snow soon and while you liked snow, you knew it was going to be a pain to get to and from work because of it.

       You entered your house, taking off your coat and shoes.

       "You're late." You heard Beomgyu say, standing by the door with his arms crossed.

       "I just had to stay overtime." You said. "It was only an hour."

       "Was it paid overtime?" He asked. "If not, I can handle your boss."

       "It was paid, don't worry." You chuckled. It's been a whole seven months of living him him so far, and his recent interest has been in your job and how jobs worked on the surface. Not like it would matter anyways, he couldn't even get a job. "By the way, I have a business party in a couple of days. I'm just letting you know so that you won't throw a fit."

       "Business party?" He said, following you to your room. "Why? What's the use of a party?"

       "Promotion celebration, that's why." You said. "Now get out. I'm going to change."

       "What do you mean 'get out'?" He said. "I'm your fiancé, can't I watch?"

       "No, you cannot." You said, already used to his bizarre requests. He came closer to you, snaking his arms around your waist.

       "Why not?" He asked, face up close to yours. "Don't you like me?"

       "I'm I that irresistible that you can't wait until our wedding?" You asked. You were at that time where you were fine with playfully teasing him, the months of your shyness long gone.

       "Yeah..." He said, looking down at your lips. "Why do we have to wait? We both want it..." You felt him lean into you, his face getting closer and right as his lips were about to make contact with yours, you untangled yourself from his arms, making your way to the bathroom.

      "You little tease..." You heard Beomgyu say right before you closed the bathroom door. All these months go living with him, and you just recently noticed how fun it was to tease him like he did to you. Yeah, you may have come to terms with the fact that you were incredibly attracted to Beomgyu at this point, but he didn't need to know all of that. He only needed to know the small attraction he thought you had for him. You were completely fine with waiting until the marriage to show him just how much you wanted him, but he was getting closer and closer to making you want to show him now.

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      "Please don't go." Beomgyu begged to you as you slipped on your heels. "Don't leave me here all alone." He whined, his hands grasping at your waist once you finished putting on your heels, butterflies swarming in your stomach.

      "I'll only be gone for a few hours." You said.

      "What about you just bring me with you?" He asked, eyes brightening up at his idea.

      "I can't. My coworkers will ask too many questions and that's risky." You shrugged. "Besides, I'm already late."

      He whined, hugging you and burying his head into your neck, taking a big sniff. You furrowed your eyebrows at his weirdness.

      "You smell so good." He said, then he looked back at you with his eyes squinted. "The perfume, the little black dress, the heels...who are you getting dressed for? Men will be all over you!"

      "I'm glad you think I look good." You said. "But don't worry, I'm engaged." You smiled, grabbing your purse and heading towards the door. Beomgyu let out a half groan, half whine, and you laughed. "If it makes you feel any better, when I come back, I'll give you a kiss."

      "A kiss?" He perked back up. "Really?" You nodded. "Just a kiss, though? Nothing more?"

      You pursed your lips. "I'll think about it. Watch the house for me." And then you left to go to the business party, leaving a needy Beomgyu behind.

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      A few hours later, you returned home feeling drained for the night. There was constant socializing you had to do as well as sucking up to your new boss. You had a few drinks, so you were a bit tipsy, but it wasn't enough to keep you from driving back home.

     You walked through the front door, not expecting to be bombarded by Beomgyu almost immediately.

     "You're home!" He exclaimed, rushing to help take off your heels, gently placing them down on the floor. He took your jacket off quickly, making you giggle as he threw it to the side.

      The smile was quickly wiped off of your face as he pushed you towards him my your waist, attaching his lips to yours passionately. Your eyes widened in surprise, but you weren't mad. You weren't mad at all. In all honesty, you did not think this is how your first kiss with Beomgyu would go.

      He parted from your lips, moving down to your jaw and neck to press kisses there. His large hands didn't fail to touch you almost everywhere, grazing along your ass, but only for a few seconds before his hands went back to your waist.

      "Have you thought about it?" Beomgyu asked, lifting his head up to look you in the eyes. You were in a daze, the alcohol from earlier pairing with what Beomgyu just did.

      "T-think about what?" You mumbled.

      "You know what." He said, his eyes flickering to a bright orange color. You remembered back to what you said before you left for the party. You knew you were trying to wait it off, but the way his hands were on you now...you physically could NOT wait.

      "Well...let me at least take a shower first, I-"

      "So that's a yes?" He raised a brow.

      "Yeah, but-"

      He didn't let you finish as he kissing you again, and you gasped into his kiss, his tongue finding his way into your mouth. His hands grasped the bottom of your dress, lifting it up and off of your head as he threw it somewhere. You couldn't keep up with how fast he was going. He gave you no time to breathe, kissing your swollen lips again. You didn't notice that he was leading you to the bathroom, and once you two were there, he reached over to turn on the shower. He then went back to you, his hands traveling up your back and he easily unhooked your bra, the fabric falling from your breasts. You were impressed to say the least, but that wasn't able to show because of the fact that you just noticed how exposed you were.  He worked to take off his own clothes until he was completely naked in front of you. You didn't have time to admire just how good looking he was because he kissed you again, pushing you into the shower until you were met with the wall, the water rushing over the both of you. His hands were rough yet soft with you, grasping two handfuls of your ass, his nails digging into your skin.

      He seemed so desperate to kiss you, but you didn't blame him because you felt the same. The way he knew how to blow your mind just from kissing you had you excited for what else he could do.

      "So fucking gorgeous." He mumbled, taking your breasts into his hand as he attaching his lips to one nipple, flicking it with his warm tongue. He was quick to move to the other one, grazing his teeth upon your hard nipple.

      "B-Beomgyu-" You whined, hands tangled in his long hair. He looked up at you, and just that gaze was enough to have your knees buckling, but Beomgyu held you up close to his chest.

      "What is it, baby?" He asked. "Do you want to get fucked already? Hm? Is that what you want?"

      You nodded, having no shame. It might've been the alcohol, you didn't know, but all you wanted right now was to feel a cock inside of you. You already felt him hard against your hip, just so close to where you really needed him.

      He reached down, lifting your leg to wrap around his waist, and you now felt his cock slide through your dripping folds. You could feel how veiny he was, his cock twitching as it was ready to enter you.

      "I'm gonna fuck this pussy so good." He said, his cock pushing past your tight hole, sliding right into you. His hips met your own, filling you up as you held onto his shoulders tightly. He groaned, closing his eyes as he started to thrust into you. He wanted to move slow and savor you, but with the way he was almost wildly twitching inside of you, he knew that he couldn't do that.

      So, he started to thrust faster, the sound of water splashing between the two of you. You were already sensitive from the beginning, but his pace only continued to quicken, the angle of his thrusts making you see stars. He had a tight hold of your hips as he grunted inside of your ear with each thrust. He was holding back from using all of his strength and fucking you like a rag doll. He wanted this so bad for so long, and just the thought of finally taking you was going to make him cum.

      Your eyes were shut tight as you started to shake in his hold.

      "Fuck..." He groaned. "You're so tight. Are you gonna cum? Hm? Are you going to cum all over my cock like a good girl?"

       You nodded frantically, your moans echoing throughout the bathroom. Your mouth fell open once his thrusts led to a tightness in your stomach as you came around his cock. You were probably leaving marks on his back, but that didn't matter, because he was fucking you through your orgasm without missing a beat.

       "Oh, fuck, Beomgyu-" You whined, feeling incredibly sensitive. You were about to tell him to stop as it was becoming too overwhelming, but you felt another orgasm creep up on you, stronger than the last one. You were caught off guard once he picked up your other leg, hoisting you up against the wall as he thrusted faster into you. He had more access since your legs were spread wider. You were a bit worried of the shower being too slippery, but Beomgyu held you so securely that you felt that you had no reason to worry.

      "Oh my gosh, I'm cumming-" You whined, clenching around his cock as you came once more. His thrusts were starting to become sloppy and his moans louder as he felt his orgasm coming. He held you to keep you still as you shook and tried squirm away from him, even though you had nowhere to go. You were so over sensitive and it was becoming too much for you until you finally felt him empty into your pussy, his moans broken and his hips twitching forward. After he recovered from his orgasm, he gently put you down, your thighs sore.

      He giggled while nuzzling his face into your neck. "Thank you." He said sweetly as if he didn't just fuck you silly.

      "Why are you thanking me?" You asked. "I'm yours, right?"

      He looked down at you, his orange eyes showing surprise. He then tilted his head as he smirked. "Yeah. You are mine."

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      The two of you were naked, pressed against each other under the sheets, seconds away from sleep before you asked a question the man beside you.

      "It's tomorrow, right?" You asked him, turning to look at his angelic features. (ironically so)

      He opened his eyes, a bit confused of what you were asking before he got it. "Yeah. The wedding is tomorrow."

      "Mm." You nodded, gulping.

      "Don't be nervous, baby." He said, his hand coming up to caress your face. "Remember, after tomorrow, you'll be a princess."

      "Aren't I already your princess?" You asked him and he chuckled, kissing you softly on the lips.

      "You are." He said. You smiled, looking up into his eyes.

      "Before then, though, will you tell me about hell?" You asked. "And about your castle?"

      "I'll tell you about hell." He said. "And you'll just have to wait until you get to see my castle. It's extravagant and luxurious, which is just what you deserve."

      "And I get to visit as many times as I like?"

      "If you wanted, you could stay there and never come back here, but I'm not sure if that's what you want." He said.

      "But...I want that." You said.

      "What about your family? And your friends?" He asked. "If you stay in hell, you'll be dead on the surface."

      "Then I can just visit the surface like you do." You said. "I want to stay with you, Beomgyu."

      "W-why?" He asked, his brows furrowed.

      "Because I love you." You said softly and he froze. His eyes turned into a bright orange once again.

      "You mean that?" He asked, and you nodded. He smiled, kissing you slowly, his head leaning against yours as he parted. "If I could get married to you right now, I would." He kissed you again, moving to hover over you as he kissed you passionately. "I love you." He said repeating the phrase between each kiss.

      The rest of the night was spent with him marking his possession over you, and loving on you in anticipation for the big day tomorrow. You hadn't expected to fall in love with him so quickly, but like he always said, how could you not?

[esthermitchell-author]

"Risen To Grace" (A Fan Fiction Based on Good Omens, by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett)

Western Front -- December 24, 1914

Could there be anything more miserable than a trench in the middle of the -- pardon the pun -- godforsaken winter? Crowley grimaced, rubbing his arms with chilled hands. He hadn't been warm in days, and he hated the cold with everything in him. He'd never minded it all that much, before. Now, he loathed it to his very bones.

"Never fucking doing this again," he muttered to himself. He shouldn't even be here. Wouldn't be, either, but he heard whispers Hell was sending Hastur to "deal with" some potential threat to Hell's big plans for the war, and Crowley got a very familiar, sinking feeling. Somewhere, out here in the trenches, was an angel who didn't belong here any more than tits belonged on a frog.

An angel who probably thought he could stop the whole war, single-handedly, and was going to get himself very inconveniently discorporated for his trouble.

"Oh, angel, what am I going to do with you?" Crowley muttered to the empty air, then swore under his breath. His human contact, who claimed he might know where to find someone matching Aziraphale's description, was a week late in getting to their rendezvous point here on the Western Front. If the bastard didn't show up in the next three minutes, Crowley was going to demonically intervene his arse straight into Hell and let them sort out whether or not he belonged there. Would serve the lot of them right.

"Captain Crowley!" He turned at the hail, to find his human contact -- a sergeant in the British army named Young -- hurrying toward him. "I found him, sir!"

Finally. Angel, you are in so much trouble. "Where is he?"

Sergeant Young frowned in worry. "May I ask what you want with him, sir? From what I hear tell, he's kept the better part of the First Battalion alive, almost single-handedly. They call him the Angel of the Bois de Ploegsteert, over that way."

"Of course they do," Crowley muttered, rolling his eyes behind his dark glasses. His angel was supposed to be tucked away safe-and-sound in his bookshop in Soho, not out on the front lines, in the trenches of the war to end all wars. To Young, he replied, "My business with him is none of yours. Now, where's he at?"

Sergeant Young looked worried, still, but shrugged and didn't question him further, turning to lead Crowley down the trenches toward an angel who was in a Heaven of a lot of trouble.

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By the time they reached the trenches occupied by the 1st Battalion of the Royal Warwickshire Regiment, night was falling hard, and the dark sky was littered with bright pinpoints of stars. Crowley tipped his head back to gaze up at them, letting their distant light bathe a part of himself he rarely acknowledged. He always liked looking up at the stars. They were reminders that he hadn't always felt chained to a bottomless pit.

"Hello, my lovelies," he whispered to them, now, and swore he could still hear their twinkling song, even though he knew that was just a whisper of memory. God hadn't let him hear his stars since he fell.

"What's that, sir?" Sergeant Young inquired, breaking his communion with the stars.

Crowley shook himself and turned his attention back to the human who stood there, now looking thoroughly confused.

"Nothing," he hissed. "Now, where's he at?"

"Doc Fell's CCS is over there." Young pointed toward a tent set back a little way from the main trenches.

"Right." Crowley started toward the Casualty Clearing Station set up in a canvas tent hidden behind woodland shrubs, then realized Young was keeping step with him. Oh, right. "You're dismissed, Sergeant."

The man fell back with a relieved expression and headed back the way they'd come originally. He seemed a decent enough human. Crowley briefly wished him well in surviving the war. Himself, he had an angel to rescue.

Ducking into the tent, the first thing Crowley was hit with was the noxious odor of death, blood, and disease. Satan preserve him, it was like being in the plague-ridden streets of London during the 14th Century, all over again. Crowley grimaced. He really didn't like the 14th Century, or any reminders of it. In fact, he wished heartily that he'd chosen to sleep through it.

"Oh, be a dear and put him over there. I'm afraid my hands are rather full at the moment." The familiar voice reached Crowley even above the other din of the sick and dying, and those attending to them. He'd pick up that voice anywhere, no matter the noise around it, and he wasn't about to start considering what that meant.

Clamping a hand across his mouth and nose against the putrid smell of the place, Crowley made his way down the row of stretchers, until he caught sight of a curly shock of white-blond hair.

"Here you are. Do you know, I've been looking all over the Western Front for you?"

Aziraphale looked up from the human on the stretcher, his cerulean eyes full of surprise. His hand remained clamped against the shoulder of the man, holding a folded wad of bandage against what must be a pretty severe wound, given how fast that bandage was turning red.

"Crowley! I haven't seen you in forever. What are you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same thing. Aren't you supposed to be minding your bookshop?" Irritation and concern twisted together in Crowley's chest and made their way into his voice.

"It's temporarily closed," Aziraphale explained, his attention back on his patient.

"Closed."

"Temporarily."

"While you..."

"Do what I can to stem the loss of life." He sounded sad, and tired. As if what he'd already seen of this war drained away some of his light.

No. No, angel. I won't let you do this to yourself. But what could he do, really? His angel was a healer. He couldn't turn away from someone in need any more than Crowley could contain his endless supply of questions. Besides, last time they saw each other, Aziraphale told him he never wanted to see him again. No doubt, he wasn't going to feel any more charitable once he found out why Crowley tracked him down, again.

"Angel..."

Aziraphale discarded the bloody cloth into a basin of already bloody water, and pressed another to the wound, then glanced toward a young man passing by. "Bring me sutures."

The man -- really, little more than a boy -- nodded and rushed away. Aziraphale turned back to the man now moaning in pain on the stretcher, his voice gentle and full of so much kindness as he murmured, "I know it hurts. I'm sorry. I'm going to try to fix it."

Crowley didn't ask why Aziraphale didn't just miracle the wound away. He already knew. They'd been through this. The night wee Moraig was killed by the grave gun, in Edinburgh. If Aziraphale went around miracling away the wounds of an entire war, not only would he no doubt overextend himself, but Heaven would certainly have something to say about it. Still, the gaunt hollows of his face... Crowley tried again, his voice softer with painful understanding.

"Aziraphale."

This time, the angel turned to look at him. The pain, and the brimming of tears in those beautiful, cerulean eyes, nearly broke Crowley. This was worse than when wee Moraig died. Worse than watching the Roman soldiers kill his only human friend for no reason than Jesus asked people to be kind to each other. The sight of tears -- frustration, grief, and pain -- swelling in Aziraphale's eyes sent a frothing hatred through Crowley for this entire fucking war.

A hatred he could do nothing about. He didn't have the power to stop an entire war any more than Aziraphale had the power to heal one. He opened his mouth -- to say what, he wasn't sure, but it didn't matter. Before he could say anything, the young stretcher-bearer was back with a suture kit, and Aziraphale had turned away, back to the business of saving a life.

"Crowley, please hold his legs down. This is going to hurt, but I don't have the time to numb it proper. He's already lost too much blood."

The demon didn't even think twice about complying with the instruction. Aziraphale had asked him for help, and if this was the only way he could help... He clamped his hands onto the wounded soldier's ankles and pressed them into the stretcher, watching as Aziraphale withdrew a needle from the pack, measured out suture, and began to painstakingly stitch the soldier's shoulder back together. The sound of the wounded man's screams as Aziraphale worked quickly to mend his shoulder would forever be imprinted in Crowley's mind as he and the stretcher-bearer kept the man from thrashing against the necessary cruelty of the angel's stitching.

Once the man's shoulder was stitched and the wound properly bandaged, Aziraphale nodded Crowley away from the whimpering man and stepped around the stretcher, with a murmured instruction to the stretcher-bearer, "Give him some morphine, and get him on the first cart to a base hospital. His war's over."

Crowley followed the angel as he headed for the other end of the tent, where he poured clean water into a basin and washed his hands thoroughly. The whole time, Crowley watched. He watched humans bleed all over the place, watched them writhe in agony, watched when one of the attending medical personnel shook their heads and covered yet another body. And the whole time, he watched Aziraphale, as well. Watched his soft, sweet angel look as if the weight of the entire world rested on his shoulders, as if he was an inch from breaking down, but determined to make a difference.

There wasn't even a shadow of the soft, hopeful angel who believed in magic, or the goodness of people, in the lines currently road-mapping pain and weariness across the angel's face.

"What did you say you were here for?" Aziraphale inquired, before flashing him a tired smile Crowley knew was meant to cover everything he already read on the angel's face. "It's lovely to see you again, by the way. I haven't seen you since..."

"Let's not talk about that, angel." Crowley looked away, his voice hoarse in spite of his effort to sound normal. He didn't want to think about their last meeting. It hadn't gone the way he'd thought. Instead of getting the holy water he'd wanted to have on hand if Hell came knocking, he'd only managed to alienate his angel. So he'd gone to sleep. For the entire rest of the century.

It seemed the most appropriate response to the situation, at the time. Now, he wasn't so sure. He should have been prepared for this, prepared to talk Aziraphale out of getting involved. But he hadn't been, and instead, not only had humanity dragged his angel into the middle of their attempts to destroy themselves, but Aziraphale had gone and put himself on Hell's radar in the process. He cleared his throat and tried to sound bored. "I got wind of a big problem, headed your way."

That tired smile turned wry. "They're all big problems, around here."

"Not this kind." Crowley glanced around, making sure no one was listening, and dropped his voice to a quiet hiss as he said, "The Hell kind. Hastur's looking for you."

"Me?" Aziraphale sounded baffled. "Why on earth would Hastur be looking for me?"

"You're mucking about with Hell's plans. Apparently, there's some big plan attached to this war, and you hanging about, healing people, has the Dark Council frothing at the mouth for your blood. I heard Hastur is supposed to eliminate you."

Aziraphale was quiet as he dried his hands. Looking down at his blood-spattered clothes, he suddenly murmured, "Their lives are so fragile, but they're so willing to give them up to keep others safe."

"Angel..."

"I'm tired of patching endless wounds. It's Christmas Eve, you know."

Crowley's brow furrowed. Something about Aziraphale's tone disquieted him. The angel wasn't even acknowledging the danger he faced. His eyes had that faraway glaze they got whenever he was concocting some incomprehensible while simultaneously dramatic plan to do good. "Yeah."

Aziraphale's attention turned his way, and Crowley wasn't sure if he was relieved to see the twinkle of light-hearted mischief back in those cerulean eyes, or worried as all fuck that his angel was about to do something terrifyingly dangerous to his own health. "Maybe there's something I can do to help them. Even if just for a bit."

"Angel, we don't have time for--"

But Aziraphale wasn't listening, already striding purposefully toward the medical tent's flap.

"Shit," Crowley muttered under his breath, taking off after his angel. He did not like the tone of Aziraphale's voice, or the determined set of his face.

Out behind the medical tent, Crowley stopped dead, a terrified chill washing over him as he watched Aziraphale's forehead begin to glow.

"Angel, no." He tried to scream it, but his horror wouldn't let his voice climb above a disbelieving whisper. "You can't."

"Nonsense." Aziraphale's voice was strained, but his expression was resolved, as he slowly slid the brightly glowing corporeal representation of his halo from his head, wincing in pain as he did. Crowley turned his gaze away, both because the gleam of the halo was like being stabbed in the eyes -- even with his shades on -- and because the pain on Aziraphale's face made him want to beg him to stop, and he knew the angel wouldn't.

Glancing Aziraphale's way again, he saw the angel mouth words over the halo, then release it with a light toss into the air, letting it float upward through the night sky until it bathed the entirety of No Man's Land in soft, angelic light -- twinkling like a bright star.

"Aziraphale," Crowley choked out, fear lodged in his throat. "What the Heaven do you think you're doing?"

A peaceful smile slid over Aziraphale's face, and his blue eyes gleamed like the stars as they turned his way. "Wait and see."

Wait and see? He already bloody knew what Aziraphale just did -- they both did. An angel blowing up their halo was tantamount to a declaration of war against Hell. Mostly because angels only blew up a corporeal manifestation of their halos in the presence of overwhelming demonic odds. But still...

"Angel, have you lost whatever--" Before Crowley could finish the thought, the corporeal manifestation of Aziraphale's halo burned out and crumbled from the sky in what looked like a shower of twinkling starlight. Then, out of the dark hush that fell in its wake, came a deep voice, singing in German. Silent Night. A bloody Christmas carol. On the battlefield.

Soon, other voices joined it. Then, with a start, Crowley realized one of the voices was singing in English. The singing was now coming from their side of the field, as well. Really close, too.

"What the Heaven...?"

"Exactly," Aziraphale murmured from next to him. "A gift. From Heaven."

In less time than it took to start the whole fucking war, men on both sides were singing. Then they started calling out to one another, across the span of No Man's Land. As Crowley watched in stunned amazement, men began climbing out of their trenches on both sides, crossing to meet in the middle of the barbed-wire laden No Man's Land, shaking hands and talking, laughing. Pretty soon, they were improvising gifts out of whatever they had on hand, and someone had organized an impromptu soccer game in a clear patch of ground.

Crowley whirled toward Aziraphale, unable to contain the shock running rampant through him any longer. "I thought... How did you do that?"

Aziraphale merely smiled. "There's more than one way to blow up a halo, dear boy. In the presence of demons, it's an act of war. But with a little grace, we can all rise above what blinds us.  Merry Christmas, Crowley."

Crowley's shock melted away, and he threw his head back and laughed. Why the Heaven was he even surprised? This was Aziraphale. There wasn't a being in all of existence capable of more grace, or more love for humanity, than his angel.

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A.Z. Fell and Co Bookshop, Soho, London -- 1941

Crowley studied the wine sloshing in his glass as he swirled it around. It was a good year, but he couldn't get the color -- like blood -- out of his mind, tonight. Nearly losing Aziraphale twice, after realizing just how much and why that was an unacceptable risk, had him contemplative. Knowing his angel risked exposure to help the likes of him tonight sent a softness through him he wasn't sure how to deal with. Combined with the wine in his glass reminding him of blood, he couldn't help thinking about the war out there, around them. That brought to mind the last war -- "The war to end all wars" they'd called it. Yet, far too soon, the humans found a new and terrible way to kill one another.

"Can you believe we're back here, again?" He muttered to Aziraphale, not looking up from his wine.

The angel made a small sound of confusion. "We always drink here. It's safer."

"Not the bookshop," Crowley hissed, shaking his head before taking a drink. The alcohol did its familiar burn. He barely felt it, anymore. "War. You'd think they got all that killing out of their system, last time. Instead, they just keep finding newer, more effective ways to kill each other."

"Crowley..."

He glanced up, letting his gaze burrow into the beautiful blue eyes of his angel. They were so calm, so happy, now. But he could still remember a time they'd been filled with tears, teetering on the brink of destruction. He took another, larger drink, trying to burn away the memory. It wouldn't go. Finally, he rasped, "Remember Christmas, 1914?"

Aziraphale's smile faltered for just a second. "The Christmas Truce. Yes."

"You blew up your halo for that. Risky, angel. That's what it was." He'd nearly discorporated on the spot when he realized what Aziraphale intended. Of course, he'd thought the angel was blowing up No Man's Land, maybe to prove a point to the humans that they were a bunch of idiots for running around doing their best to off each other, or just generally declaring war on Hell. He hadn't known a halo could be used to create peace, too.

Crowley shuddered at the familiar taste of fear, and chided, "You could have set off a war between Heaven and Hell, you know."

Aziraphale smiled indulgently at him. "Don't be silly. I knew exactly what I was doing. Besides, you were the only demon there, and you weren't going to tell anyone."

Crowley chuckled in truth, warmth flowing through him in a heady rush at the absolute trust in his angel's voice. The humans didn't have it half right.

Some things really were worth dying for.

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A.Z. Fell and Co Bookshop, Soho, London -- December After Thwarting Second Coming

Aziraphale hummed a Christmas carol to himself as he finished winding a long strand of tinsel and tiny colored lights down the banister and attached it carefully to the wrought iron with a little tap of his fingertips against the decoration.

He loved Christmas. Not just that it represented Jesus' first arrival on Earth all those centuries ago, but the peace and goodwill it fostered in humans. The bright colors, the beautiful carols, so full of hope and happiness, and joy. The decorations, and togetherness.

He drew in a deep breath and his smile widened. And the food. He loved the food, of course. Right now, the whole shop smelled of the mulled cider, hot chocolate, and freshly baked cookies he'd made for the party he'd planned. Now, he just needed to get the invitations out...

"For Satan's sake," groaned a familiar voice from behind him. "Angel, you promised..."

Aziraphale turned, casting a gleeful, loving glance at the demon who stood paused with his hand hanging in midair over the horse sculpture on the front counter, dark glasses held loosely in his long fingers as he stared in a blend of horror and disbelieving amusement at the ten-foot tall tree, studded with a mish-mash of ornaments Aziraphale had collected over the past two hundred years since Christmas trees became a thing people did.

"It's tradition!"

"So's riding a blessed camel across the desert to give a baby useless shit he won't ever actually get to use., but you don't see me rushing out to rent camels, do you?"

Aziraphale huffed out a sigh that was one part annoyance and three parts pure indulgence. He couldn't stay mad at Crowley when he was like this. His lovely demon still struggled with the concept it was okay to just enjoy holidays. He didn't take it personally. He knew Crowley preferred to pretend he was annoyed by or bored with everything, instead. Aziraphale saw the little sparkles of happiness in Crowley's eyes -- as blinding as starlight -- and knew his demon got far more enjoyment out of pretending to dislike things while indulging Aziraphale's utter abandonment to the joy of every human experience.

"Here." He retrieved the box of invitations he'd spent yesterday evening writing up from the desk and dropped them in Crowley's hands. "If you're going to carp, make yourself useful and deliver these. Then you don't have to look at the decorations."

"Better idea." Crowley dropped the box casually on the table beside himself and, before Aziraphale could protest the misuse of stationary, Crowley had him wrapped up in long, strong arms, his mouth making soft, heated passes over Aziraphale's, sinking deeper with each pass. Aziraphale wasn't about to deny him. He leaned into the kiss, one hand clutching the demon's side, the other winding around his neck to burrow in silky strands of collar-length red hair.

Aziraphale lost all track of time, lost awareness of everything except Crowley, until a voice somewhere in the background finally drew his attention. Easing from the kiss, he caught the smug smirk on Crowley's lips and the devilish gleam in his eyes. Flushing happily, he turned his attention to their visitor, and was immediately flustered by the sight of the angel standing there.

"Oh. M-Muriel. What brings you here?" He fought the old, ingrained urge to flinch away from Crowley's touch in the presence of another angel as the demon practically draped himself over Aziraphale's shoulders in what had become a familiar arrangement over the months since they reunited -- one of Crowley's arms draped over one of his shoulders, and Crowley's head resting on his other shoulder. Currently, the latter involved Crowley nuzzling at his neck and jaw.

Muriel, for their part, seemed utterly oblivious to the display, beaming at the two of them before hurrying toward the tree, practically squealing over each of the ornaments. "Oh, they're amazing! You have so many! I didn't expect this many!"

"Told you, he's been collecting them for centuries." Crowley left off his teasing nuzzles to call after Muriel.

Aziraphale watched them in consternation for a moment, then whispered to Crowley, "How does Muriel know I put up the tree today?"

Crowley shrugged and sighed as he straightened. "I told them, angel."

"How?"

"Not now. Months ago -- while you were gone."

Aziraphale flinched at the reminder, biting down on the instinct to apologize again. He'd apologized so often, now, and Crowley long since told him to stop apologizing, that they were good, and he didn't need to feel guilty. Still, he couldn't help the soft, dismayed sound that left him.

"Angel, don't," Crowley murmured, nipping his ear and nuzzling the side of his head. "It's just an explanation, okay? Muriel called me one time. They were reading something and didn't know what Christmas was. I told them I was the wrong person to ask, but that you always decorate the shop around this time every year." Crowley sighed, then. "Sorry. I forgot all about it, 'til now."

Aziraphale smiled softly, reaching out to smooth his hand over Crowley's chest in a light caress. "No apology necessary, love. You did just the right thing. Like always."

With that reassurance, he moved toward where Muriel stood, holding a small ornament that looked like a cobbled-together boat, made out of an unused bullet. Their expression was perplexed as they looked up at Aziraphale. "I don't understand what this is supposed to be, Mr. Fell. What is it?"

Aziraphale took the small ornament from Muriel's hand and felt a sad smile tug at his lips. "This was a very special gift, from a time when war ravaged the world, but for one Christmas Eve night, there was peace and brotherhood among men..."

He heard the front door open and close, and knew Crowley was off to deliver the holiday invitations. Aziraphale's smile widened as he recounted the events of that night over a hundred years ago, when an angel and a demon brought peace to an embattled humanity, if only for a little while.

It was, after all, his favorite Christmas story of all, if for no other reason than it was one of a very few he got to spend with his beloved demon. He was looking forward to many, many more.

THE END

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If i analyzed a mitski song through a kuwameshi lens would u care…

i just think it kinda fits as a yusuke pov is all! like here let me just-

what if yusuke wanted to be held. he hasn't been held since he was a child and had no one but a mother too young to know how to do it right. what if all of a sudden he had someone to depend on no matter how hard he bit and fought and clawed. kuwabara has his back in fights, in life, so why not be at his back in the quiet intimacy of night. maybe i can kiss your fingers for a change instead of breaking them. i can be soft. i can want soft sometimes. but it's a pointless desire because kuwabara has potential yusuke doesn't see in himself. a chance to be "normal" and "successful" away from the destruction and strife that seems to lick at yusuke's heels. all yusuke has is this man eating demon heritage and a ramen cart. so he can send kuwa off with a smile, call him college boy to further separate himself from what kuwa has the chance to achieve.

i will compare kuwabara to the sun until i die. he's bright, he saves with his light. when he smiles he beams. even his aura is yellow and hot and beautiful like the sun the very center of our existence. of yusuke's galaxy, his universe even if that doesn't make sense. and kuwabara knows what it's like. his childhood wasn't much better than yusuke's. and still somehow he came out the other side shining while yusuke belongs to the night. a creature of the night. not even a part of the grand solar system just some thing that is wrong and rough and hurting that wanted to hurt in turn. still he can't help but open a little for the sun. maybe like a morning glory. he can't bring himself to be direct can't take that leap. but he can sing for the birds to pass messages for him. little touches, sweet moments that can be laughed off if necessary, hugs they pretend didn't happen. those are his song.

do not wait!! i'm not for this place and you're meant for better so don't waste your time on something like me. there's this divide. human and demon. sun and the monster undeserving of its rays.

you'd think that because their situations were similar shizuru and atsuko would be thick as thieves but i feel like there'd be a disconnect. a sort of envy on atsuko's side and judgement on shizu's. maybe shizuru sees this child her brother brings home unattended and mean and unwilling to be cared for and she gets it but also she doesn't. because kazu isn't like that so what could've happened? yusuke knows shizuru feels bad for him, for how he was brought up but he can't bring himself to share the sentiment. he's glad for his mother even. her willingness to tell him how it is. to make sure when the world punched him he punched back ten times as hard. to not get to attached because it only hurts when you get left behind.

Kuwabara is...he really is a man amongst men. he is just that good. he's got honor, he has respect, he can do the yes ma'ams and no sirs, he can also rile you up if need be. he can raise his abysmal grades just by believing he can. he can defend he can protect he can be strong he can be sweet. he can be confident and vulnerable. he's just everything you can wish for in the guy you wanna take home to meet your parents. and yusuke wants. he doesn't want to want but he does. he wants to be worthy of that guy.

if. well when it all comes crashing down because yusuke cannot keep things afloat he doesn't keep connections he breaks and breaks and breaks. kuwabara is everything he could ever want wrapped up in one person and that's exactly why he knows he'll fuck it up because urameshi yusuke cannot keep a good thing. he shouldn't have tried it in the first place

and maybe his mom was wrong. wrong in what she taught him. the lessons she gave. but at some point down the line yusuke can realize it's not always learning what to do. but what not to do. and because kuwabara is this perfect guy he will never give up on yusuke even if he fucks up. so the least he can do is put that same effort in. maybe he understands his mother more the less he becomes like her.