#hellhounds ofc

[fellow-fandom-fruitifier]

My birthday has passed!!! I now have more legal freedoms than I probably should be allowed!!!!!

Anyways, as a happy birthday gift to myself I'm combining my favorite things in a fic. Little snippet:

“Holy shit,” Crystal gasps. “It's an actual-”

“Hellhound. Yes. Very astute Crystal.” Edwin grits out, hands shaking as he reaches for the rebar, barely making it a few centimeters before Crystal's swatting his hands away.

“You're not supposed to remove it!” She snaps.

“I cannot bleed out Crystal! I am a ghost!” Edwin groans, half out of pain – it's nowhere near as bad as the Dollhouse he reassures himself, it does not work – and half out of exasperation. Still, she swats his hands away like a pesky child reaching for hot plates.

“It's still fucking iron you moron!”

[shallowseeker]

CHUCK: John isn't based on my father. Uh, my father's more like Bobby, actually. Uh... Except, he's older, doesn't have a beard, and he's gay. So...

5x09

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AMARA: There was no Daddy.

11x09

[fandoms-and-salt]

genuinely in love with lovesart23's Beelzebub family ideas and designs

[uroborosymphony]

Wanted plot :    "I was supposed to kill you but we got married in Vegas. Well, I'm still gonna kill you."

Looking for a target for Ara Anthea. Plot inspired by Anora, mixed with Ara's backstory and lore.

Ara Anthea is a mercenary, survival has always been her only rule. On the job, she’s known as Cerberus. Efficient. Lethal. But there’s something chillingly sadistic in the way she puts a bullet through a man’s skull, she enjoys it. People say she’s not alone in her head. Unstable. But she’s one of the best, and when you need results, how can you not hire her? This time, though, the contract is different. Trickier. The target? Your muse. Her plan is the following: infiltrate a club your muse frequents, pose as a sex worker, lure them in, and finish the job. Clean. Simple. Just another night. Except it doesn’t happen. There was something about the conversation they had that night. Something that caught her off guard. Curiosity, maybe. Or something deeper. They start spending time together, drinking, laughing, losing themselves in the chaos. Your muse has money and keeps spending it for Ara, she likes it. One night, they even get drunk-married in Vegas, just for the hell of it. That was supposed to be the moment she struck. But... something goes wrong and she doesn't manage to kill your muse. Another miss.

Ara : Fine, now the cats are out of the bags darling but I can still kill you and have a lot of pleasure doing so.

Y/M : Yeah? Or I can be your ticket out of this miserable life of yours, just stay married to me. My money will be yours.

Ara : Won't you try to kill me in my sleep as revenge if I do?

Y/M : I certainly will.

[peoplewatching-notstalker]

It’s Been Hell Without You

Pairing: Dean Winchester x OFC/Reader (First-person POV; a name will be introduced later in the chapter—feel free to insert your own as you read, hehehe)

Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort

Themes: Post-hell Dean. Established relationship (kinda)

Word Count: 2180

Warnings: Emotional turmoil, themes of PTSD and trauma recovery, language, references to Hell and its aftermath, potential triggers for anxiety/depression

A/N: This is my first ever one-shot. I wasn't sure if I should add smut to this, but we can do a pt.2 if you guys like it ;)

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The sun blazed down upon the ground, illuminating an old cemetery in Pontiac, IL. Miles of barren land stretched outward, with no sign of life in sight. Yet, the soil was shifting. The crackling of gravel was the only sound that could be heard, until suddenly, a pair of hands pierced through the earth, reaching out as if to grasp another’s.

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Sam has been gone for hours. He does this sometimes, but never without checking in first. Ever since the hellhounds got to Dean, we’ve both been on edge. It’s only been a few months, and we’re extra careful, protective of each other—never leaving without letting the other know where we’re going.

Should I go look for him?

I shake my head, trying his cell one more time.

“Hi, you’ve reached Sam. I can’t—”

I snap the phone shut, frustration flaring. How could he do this to me?

I grabbed my keys and was just about to head out the door when it swung open. Sam stepped inside… and I wasn’t going to let him off the hook this time.

“What the hell, Sam? I’ve been calling you for hours! I swear to God, if—”

“Hey,” a gruff voice cut in from behind him.

I froze, my frustration slipping into confusion. Sam stepped aside, revealing the man standing just behind him.

There he was. Tall, strong, and looking healthier than I’d last seen him. Like he hadn’t just been dead in a pine box a few minutes ago. Like the hellhounds hadn’t torn him to shreds a few months ago.

I stared, waiting for the illusion to crack, for my mind to catch up and tell me it wasn’t really him. Just someone who looked a little too much like him.

Then… he smiled at me.

And I lunged at him. 

My silver knife was already in my hand. I kicked him hard in the stomach, driving the air out of his lungs and knocking him off balance. As he doubled over, I raised the blade, ready to drive it into his neck.

But another pair of hands grabbed me, pulling me back.

“Let me go!” I screamed, my voice hoarse from trying to choke back tears.

“No… no! Zoey! Stop!” Sam’s voice broke through, but I couldn’t. It was one thing to try to fool a hunter, but this? This was a sick, twisted game.

“It’s really him! It’s Dean. I checked! Bobby checked!” Sam’s words finally got through the haze of my panic and fury.

I froze, my blade trembling in my hand.

Dean stepped forward until he was just a foot away from me. His eyes were filled with relief, surprise… and love.

As he leaned in, I instinctively took a step back, heading for the kitchen. “Well, you must be hungry. Back from the dead and all,” I said over my shoulder, busying myself with preparing a grilled cheese.

I couldn’t possibly let him get close right now. Not with the shock of the past four months still raw and fresh in my mind.

When Dean Winchester made a deal with the devil—exchanging his soul for Sam’s life—he chose not to tell anyone.

Then Bobby knew. Then Sam knew.

The only one left in the dark? The girl who was in love with him. That’s me, by the way, in case you hadn’t figured that out.

When I saw the hellhounds coming for us, I was in shock. That shock deepened as I watched Sam’s panicked reaction—violent, desperate—and realized the hounds weren’t just here by chance. Or because Crowley was playing some game. 

My shock reached unmeasurable amounts and then disappeared when I discovered that the hounds were here for Dean. My Dean. 

Just like that—before we could confess our feelings, before I could tell him how much I loved him—he was gone.

It wasn’t like we hadn’t been aware of our feelings for each other. We were. We were practically together in every way, except for actually saying the words out loud.

So yeah… Losing Dean, it kinda sucked. 

Seeing him here now, in the flesh, felt like a punch to the gut. After months of mourning, trying to make sense of it all, I was finally beginning to find some peace. And then—there he was.

At first, I felt relief. And joy. The love of my life wasn’t dead! He was right here in front of me.

For me to touch, to hold, to kiss.

But then, the joy was soon replaced by anger. Anger at him for not telling me. Anger at him for abandoning me like that without even giving me so much as a heads-up. 

So that’s what I clung to after the rush of emotions faded. I clung to the rage. And it looked like it was here to stay.

Dinner was an awkward affair. I didn’t say a word. Neither did Sam or Dean. However, Dean kept looking at me, as if expecting me to say something—anything at all. But I kept my guard up.

I couldn’t bear it. Couldn’t bear to trust him again.

I know he kept this from me to protect me. I know he did it because he didn’t want me to worry. But I. Just. Couldn’t. Let. It. Go.

After dinner, I all but ran to my room, wanting to be on my own, alone with my thoughts. I couldn’t be within two feet of him and deal with these mixed emotions. 

I wanted to run into his arms. 

I wanted to slap him across the face. 

I wanted to kiss him senseless. 

I wanted to kill him.

Having him in the same room as me only made it worse.

But the universe could never see me doing well… and I heard a knock on my door.

Great. Maybe if I ignore it, he’ll go away.

“Zoey,” I heard him grunt from the other side of the door, followed by some more knocking.

Rap. Rap. Rap.

I sighed and finally opened the door. There he was.

His beautiful, candy-apple green eyes looked back into mine with hope. And longing. His lips were curled into a soft pout like they always did when his mind was working in overdrive, the little dimple at the corner of his lips making me want to lose my mind.

I felt my heart skip a few beats.

Get it together, Zoey.

I took a few steps back, trying to create some distance before I lost myself again. He cleared his throat. “Mind if I come in?”

I stepped aside, letting him step through the door, before shutting it again.

“What’s up?” I asked, shoving my hands in my pockets. If they were out, I couldn’t trust them to keep to themselves.

He didn’t say anything. Instead, he took a few steps towards me until my face was level with his chest. I instinctively tried to step back, but he placed his hand on my waist, ruining my escape plan.

“Dean. Don’t.”

“Zoey, I’m sorry,” Dean whispered, his head dropping so that his forehead was almost touching mine.

I cleared my throat, trying to keep the tears at bay.

I can not break now. Not now. 

“Sorry about what?” I asked bitterly, pushing his hand off my waist and walking around him, to the desk in the corner of my room. It was such a mess. I should clean this up.

Dean stepped toward me again. I felt the soft brush of his fingers on my shoulders as he gently turned me to face him. “I’m sorry I hurt you. I’m sorry I caused you so much pain.” His voice was barely a whisper, thick with emotion, and it thawed a small corner of my heart. Very small.

“But I’m not sorry I didn’t tell you.”

And with that, the rage came rushing back. I shoved him and walked away again, already growing tired of this.

“Why would you be?” I muttered, gathering the pile of washed clothes and starting to fold them, my hands trembling. “You had no obligation to tell me. It’s not like we were actually together or anything.”

I had to keep my mind busy. I had to stop myself from falling for him, again. 

“You can’t be serious, Zoey. Do you really believe that’s what I thought of you? Of us?” he asked, turning to face me. His hands rose in frustration, then dropped helplessly to his sides.

I said nothing. I couldn’t meet his eyes.

I heard the soft steps of his leather boots against the hardwood floor as he closed the distance between us.

“I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want our time together to be clouded by it. I wanted to make the most of every second I had left with you,” he said, each word a step closer. “To live with you. To laugh with you. To hold you like I’d never have to let go.”

A sharp pang struck my chest. I clenched the shirt in my hands, trying to channel my swirling emotions into something, anything, to keep from breaking.

“You could’ve given me a chance to fight for you,” I whispered, my voice raw and trembling despite my effort to stay strong.

Dean took another hesitant step forward. His eyes, brimming with guilt and something deeper, locked onto mine. “I couldn’t. I couldn’t let our final days be filled with fear of the impending grief,” he murmured. He was so close now, his presence washing over me like a wave.

His hand lifted gently, his fingers brushing my chin, tilting my face up. I couldn’t fight it anymore. I met his gaze, my own brimming with the tears I’d been holding back for months.

His calloused fingers traced the curve of my cheek, soft and familiar, sending a shiver across my skin. “I didn’t want you to look at me and see the countdown in my eyes,” he whispered, his voice breaking. “I wanted us to just… live. To be happy. Even if it was only for a little while.”

And just like that, my mind spun back to those months before the end—before the hellhounds, before everything. Back when Dean had suddenly become more spontaneous, more daring. When he’d take me on long midnight drives down deserted back roads, blasting classic rock and singing along, his hand tangled with mine over the gear shift. When he’d pull me into diners at odd hours just to split a slice of pie and listen to me rant about my day. When we stayed up too late watching old movies in dingy motel rooms, tangled in scratchy blankets, his laughter rumbling softly against my neck. When he kissed me under flickering neon motel signs—kissed me like it was the last time, every time.

The tears were running freely down my cheeks now, hot and unstoppable, but I still couldn’t bring myself to speak.

“I just wanted to love you,” he whispered, his voice cracking. A single tear slipped from the corner of his eye. “For as long as I could.”

That chipped away at the last of my walls, and I started to cry—for all the time we had, for all the time we lost, and for all the time we now had ahead of us, waiting to be filled with new memories.

“I missed you so much,” I sobbed, brushing my hands over his arms and wrapping them around his shoulders.

He closed the distance between us in an instant, his lips crashing onto mine.

His lips were desperate against mine, pouring months of longing and love into the kiss, like a man who had been denied what he’d been aching for, for far too long. My hands clung tighter to his shoulders, pulling him closer until there was no space left between us, until I could feel the frantic beat of his heart mirroring my own.

“I missed you too, baby.” He said, in between kisses, his hands now roaming everywhere. From my back to the nape of my neck and into my hair. “Every single day, in that hellhole. There wasn’t one day when I didn’t think of you.”  

When we finally broke apart, breathless and clinging to each other, I rested my forehead against his. “Don’t ever leave me again,” I whispered, my voice barely audible through my tears.

His fingers threaded through my hair, pulling me even closer. “Never,” he promised, his breath warm against my lips. “I’m not going anywhere. Not this time.”

We stood there, holding onto each other as if the world outside the four walls of my room didn’t exist. For the first time since his return, I allowed myself to believe that maybe—just maybe—we could have a future.

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@that-stanford-girlie

[foxtamer113]

Mortal Poseidon AU

Why is it in fics when Zeus discovers Percy's existence early, it's always Sally who gets killed off as punishment? Why not Zeus punishing Poseidon by turning him mortal? It's not like it's the first time he did that. Plus, makes more sense to me than why Apollo got turned mortal in TOA. Maybe, Zeus punishes Poseidon by making him mortal until the great prophecy is over, be it the sea spawn or someone else's.

Imagine mortal Poseidon awkwardly knocking on Sally's door with a sheepish look on his face, explaining what happened and asking her for help and a place to stay and in return he'll help with raising Percy and keep him out of trouble. And ofc, Sally helps him. She still loves him afterall. Also, Poseidon flirts with her, saying how thankful he is, and saying how wonderful she is.

Imagine little Percy being confused at seeing a new guy in their living room, making his mom laugh. Sally introduces Poseidon as Percy's dad, he finally was found after being lost in sea for years! (Poseidon raised an amused eyebrow at that, but played along) Percy is ofc ecstatic! He's so happy his dad returned! Also, It means mom wouldn't have to date that weird stinky man she met at the store!

So, yeah. The first few weeks of them living in a tiny apartment. Sally working during the day, teaching Poseidon how to clean and cook and normal mortal things he doesn't know by night. Poseidon trying to get used to being a mortal while trying his best to protect Percy when walking his son to school and back, thankful that he had the foresight to assign some loyal Cyclops to watch over his son so he was able to get a decent weapon from them.

A typical day for him is waking up to Sally softly shaking him awake as she's about to leave for work, Poseidon taking a quick shower to energize himself and get started with preparing Percy's school bag, packing up the homework they did together last night, and a quick ham and cheese sandwich and juice box for lunch, before waking up his son in fun ways, such as, tickling him awake, or pulling his blankets away, etc. 'cooking' breakfast aka 2 bowls of cereal (for now until he learns more), amusedly watching his son run around trying to get ready for school, making sure he has his weapon hidden on him, walking his son to his primary school, waving him goodbye at the gates, patrol the area for monsters and slay them before they get to close, try and practice any of his powers, Zeus didn't take them all, since he still gets healed and energized by water. Talk to the river nymphs to pass on messages to Atlantis, just updates on how he's doing, pick up his son from school, visit Sally in the candy shop with Percy, go home, help Percy with homework, with a lot of water and sea comparisons, 'help' Sally with making dinner (her teaching him how to cook), listening to Percy retell what happened in school during dinner, watching Sally tuck in Percy for the night, and repeat.

Maybe Percy saw his dad slay a monster when they were walking home, maybe a hellhound got too close, and is ofc, scared and confused. But his dad saved him so he trusts him. And Poseidon promised to explain what happened once Sally is home with them, they'll explain together. And Percy, frustrated at being asked to wait, but reluctantly agreed, he wants his mom anyways after that scare, stayed close to dad the rest of the walk, eyeing every alleyway, paranoid.

When Sally got home, Poseidon pulled her aside and explained what happened, telling her that they need to explain to Percy what he is, and that he needs to start going to camp. Ofc, Sally refuses, she'll agree to explaining that monsters are real and that Percy needs to be careful, but not to camp, he's only 8 yrs old! Why can't Poseidon just protect her baby like he said he will? Poseidon points out that Percy needs to learn how to protect himself someday, and he can't be with him all the time, like in school, and, how about a compromise? Percy goes to camp once per week, maybe on Saturdays, he'll even let Sally inside the barrier to oversee Percy's training, once he talked with Chiron about the arrangement. Plus, there's a 8 yr old girl in camp that just joined last year, maybe Percy can have a friend that understands his troubles? And Sally reluctantly agrees. Once a week, and she gets to watch.

So, they explained everything to Percy, that monsters are real, he's a demigod, and dad is/was a god, and that he's sorry for leaving them, but it was the Law, and that he needs to go to Camp to learn how to fight monsters.

Once in camp, Annabeth got curious at the new kid who's her age, who has his mom and dad with him, with Chiron bowing to the dad, and answering the mom's questions. The dad, somehow, agreed to be the water fighting instructor, for once a week when his child was at camp, and the mom gets to supervise his camp activities. The new kid doesn't sleep in any cabin since he always went home after campfire with his parents. Annabeth, determined to get to the bottom of this mystery, started to go out of her way to talk to him. And slowly became friends with him. Once Annabeth told him how she loved playing with Legos, Percy brought his small bucket of Legos with him the following week to play with her. Once, Percy complained about a history essay he had to finish by Monday, and Annabeth helped him write it in between their (ahem) 'child-level' training. (They're 8! Way too young for the normal training level.)

Poseidon cheekily waving hi to Dionysus, enjoying being in the presence of kids who think he's so cool, and able to leave camp whenever, only teaching once a week and able to freely interact with his kid.

Sally bringing cookies for Percy and his new friend Annabeth to snack on in-between studying and training, the one who has a box of colorful bandages for small cuts and bruises, not serious enough for nectar/ambrosia/medbay, (Chiron warned her that too much will burn them up literally, and it's easier to overdose with how small they are, so, iodine and bandages for scrapes and bruises for now) and a camera to record her baby's achievements no matter how small. First time canoeing with dad? Snap! First time wearing armor? Snap! First time campfire s'mores with Annabeth? Snap!

This! Gods, I have so many ideas for this au. Please, if anyone writes this, please tag me.

[11queensupreme11]

What would the yanderes reaction be to Percy being drunk and how would they handle her being drunk?

percy isn't the type to go drinking irresponsibly (cuz GABE 💀) so she always tries to keep her drinking to a minimum!!!! especially since she still has many secrets to keep!!!! she can't risk getting drunk and blurting them all out ofc!

.........but no one told her that the alcoholic drinks served in the gods' side of valhalla would be 10000x stronger than what humans drink 💀 it never even occurred to her either, she thought it'd be normal alcohol but nope, she gets shitfaced within the first 3 sips 😭😭😭

now, she'd be a very bipolar drunk. when she's around people, she'll be giggly and having a blast!!!!! but if she were to be left alone for a minute, suddenly all the bad stuff that's ever happened to her in her life hits her all at once and she becomes a sobbing, weepy mess on the floor 😭

poseidon would concerned, but then he gets lost when percy starts whimpering about how she apparently caused the destruction of atlantis?????? "dad, i'm really really sorry 🥺 i just wanted you to help defeat typhon but i ruined your kingdommmm i'm sorryyyyy 😭😭😭" and he's just "???? atlantis is fine and typhon died before you were even born 😐🔱"

hades is even MORE at a loss because percy's on the floor, crying in front of him for failing his children????? he has never once had any children named nico or bianca (those are italian names, gross!), but she insists that he did and that it was her fault that his nonexistent lesbian daughter died and that she failed to take care of his equally nonexistent son 💀💀💀

APOLLO IS FREAKING THE FUCK OUT 😭😭😭😭 cuz percy is in literal TEARS apologizing for causing the death of his son named michael yew???? who is definitely NOT his son, but what freaks him out the most is the fact that she's not lying. he keeps pressing her for answers and she answers each one of them through tears and now apollo needs to figure out HOW he has a mortal son that apparently died because she destroyed the bridge he was on 💀

anubis is panicking and desperately trying ways to console her but he just freaks out more and more. "i had a puppy back home and i miss herrrrrr 😭😭😭😭" she'd sob. "my baby hellhoud.... 🥺🥺🥺😭😭😭😭" and he's just like "WHO LET YOU HAVE A PET HELLHOUND????" and now he has to refrain himself from attacking hades (poor man's getting the blame for something he didn't do 💀) while trying to calm her down

cú chulainn's awkward af but he's genuinely trying his best 💔 his dumb brat's suddenly wailing about how much she hates being a demigod and how she wished she was a human (to which he scoffed at) and how miserable she is because she's a demigod. again, another scoff. miserable? she's the most privileged demigod to ever exist, coddled, doted, and spoiled by everyone around her. but then she starts sobbing about dead friends and wars and monsters trying to hurt her and he gets a little creeped out like "haha... you've got a wild imagination, moron 😟 haha... relax, ur fine, no one's gonna hurt you... 😟"

loki's having a blast with sad drunk percy up until he realizes that damn her life sucks ASS. now he just feels bad for her 😭 he tries his best to console her, but it's too late cuz he's been egging her on in her misery and she's completely inconsolable at this point. knowing how important her secret is, he teleports her to his room and knocks her out so she can rest. as much as he wants to mess with her, he's a little disturbed by the shit he's learned 💔

MEANWHILE BEELZEBUB'S FRANTICALLY TRYING TO GET PERCY TO SHUT THE FUCK UP BEFORE SHE SPILLS THE BEANS 😭😭😭😭 the second she starts weeping about her home life, he grabs her and teleports her away instantly. no more drinking for her. he is, however, super curious and desperate to learn more, but at the same time, he's too shaken at the thought of anything bad happening to his beloved 💔 so he knocks her out instead and prepares something to cure the raging hangover she'll have tomorrow 💖

[effy-writes]

HIIII!! CAN I REQ A POLY! ASMODEUS X FIZZAROLLI X GN!HELLHOUND!READER?? (IF NOT HELLHOUND THEN JUST GN!READER IS FINE!!!) and reader works at ozzie’s with fizz and asmodeus and a group a fans start making fun of reader? :3

ofc!! hope you enjoy <3

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Ozzie x Fizz x GN! Hellhound! Reader: Performance

You first met Fizz and Ozzie at the restaurant “Ozzie’s”. You started out as a waiter/waitress and made some hella good money. So, obviously you stayed.

The two noticed you straight away and found you extremely attractive, so they began asking you on dates. You were shocked at first that THE sin of Lust and THE jester found you attractive and even wanted to go on dates. You were nervous at first, gathering your thoughts on if they’re doing this because they felt bad for you or if they’re doing this because they’re board. Either way, you dressed nicer and head your way to a different restaurant to meet them.

The moment they saw you Ozzie brought you in a tight hug while Fizz moved the chair for you to sit down. “Thanks for inviting me out on this date, I really appreciate it.” You gave them a whole heartily smile.

“Of course, babe! Fizzy and I just couldn’t stop staring at you..not in a bad way!” Ozzie laughed, “We just thought you were attractive and really wanted to get to know you more.”

“Thank you, I appreciate it.”

“So, how are you liking Ozzie’s?” Fizz questioned.

“I love working there! The money is great, the workers are great, I love seeing you guys perform, and…I feel welcomed there.”

Fizz replied, “Have you ever thought of performing? You look like you’ll be great using the pole.”

“Eh..I don’t know. I never performed before. And I definitely would mess up doing the poles. I appreciate it though!”

“Oh come on,” Ozzie replied, “Fizz could teach you! You’ll make more money by performing.”

“Really? I kinda like my waiter, waitress thing job.”

“Let’s try the pole thing out. I would love to teach you.” Fizz smiled.

“And if you don’t like it then you can go back to wait tables.”

You thought about it for a moment, “Sure, why not? Plus it’ll be nice to work with Fizz.”

That first date turned into two, then three, and then on the fourth one they asked you to join their relationship. You obviously said yes and felt like the happiest hellhound there is.

During the times of the dates, Fizz was helping you practice a routine on the poles. You never performed or do anything with people staring at you, so this was very much out of your comfort zone, but you loved spending so much time with Fizz as Ozzie cheered you on. You kept missing up at first, like falling down, or just messing up the routine, but Fizz was always there for you.

Tonight was the night of your first performance and holy shit you were nervous as fuck. You waited in the wings with your boyfriend’s and couldn’t stop shaking.

“Guys..I don’t think I should do this.” Your hands shook. Ozzie held your shaky hands and spoke, “I believe in you, babe. WE believe in you.”

“And if you mess up just keep on going! The audience doesn’t know this routine.” Fizz rubbed his face against yours so he could feel you.

You let out a shaky breath, “I don’t know…”

“Just take deep breaths. I used to do that before performing for Mammon.”

“I fucking HATE that guy.” Ozzie interrupted, “Sorry Y/n, everytime I hear his name I just want to-”

“Ozzie!” Fizz whispered with harsh before turning back to you. “You got this. We believe in you..confidence is key.”

“Thanks guys, and thank you for being my personal cheerleader.” The moment you said that your dance music started to play.

Ozzie and Fizz smiled and gave you a thumbs up as you swayed your body to the rhythm of the music. Your heard the audience gasp as you made your way to the pole and started the routine.

You felt pretty confident during this dance. The moves was perfect as you climbed up the pole, swung yourself as you showed the “good” parts of your body.

You heard some hecklers that was sitting near the front but tried not to focus on them.

Ozzie overheard them and wanted to kick them out right then and there but he didn’t want to embarrass you during your first ever performance, so he waited until the dance was over.

You climbed up the pole once more and used your hands and legs to stay upside down, but since you’re a hellhound and have soft fur, you quickly dropped to the floor and felt yourself freeze up.

Those same hecklers laughed as loud as they could to make sure you heard. “This is why hellhounds shouldn’t perform.” The girl said to her group of friends.

“I don’t even find them attractive!” Another girl said inbetween her nasally, loud laughs.

You quickly stood up and ran off the stage into the wings as Fizz called your name out. He searched for Ozzie and saw him over at the group of hecklers. Fizz ran back to you and saw you with your hands on your knees panting.

“Are you okay?” Fizz rubbed your back.

“I’m not fucking okay! I shouldn’t have done this.”

“You were amazing! Don’t listen to them.” Fizz held your hands so you would be able to stand up straight.

“They thought I was disgusting, Fizz.” You deadpanned.

“Well, now they’re beaten to a pulp.” He chuckled.

“Huh?”

“Ozzie is handling them. I’m not sure if he did actually hit them, but most definitely yelled and threw them out, literally. Look, point is, hecklers is always going to come in here, and me and Ozzie will always stand up for you. How about you try this performance again. Only whenever you’re ready.” His grip on your hands tightened.

Before you could reply Ozzie ran up, “Are you okay, babe?”

“Im fine, Oz. Thank you for sticking up for me.”

“Well you don’t have to worry about them anymore.” He pulled you into a hug with Fizz joining by hugging behind you.

“Fizz, you’re poking me.” You laughed.

“Sorry, love and affection turns me on.”

“I’m so fucking glad I met you guys.”

[eyebulb]

I like ranting and I found another topic so here goes. Blitz' treatment of Stolas in Mastermind and Sinsmas is not OOC or sudden and here's why. First of.. Blitz has always been a caregiver. We see in flashbacks with Fizz that he's very protective over people he cares about. We see it in fights in the way he gets between people and danger and we see it in his adoption of Loona. Loona and Blitz are an anomaly. Adopting a hellhound isn't strange, but adopting one as a daughter is. Blitz saw someone who struggled alone and acted out. He saw someone like himself and wanted to give them opportunities that he didn't have. So yea, he's a caretaker. He also sees M&M as family despite them being employees. But he takes care of them too. Blitz also has one very big traumatic event where he lost everyone he cares about in one go. His mother died and Barbie and Fizz started hating him. He was alone and had to pick himself up. He can reconcile with Fizz and Barbie but he will never get the opportunity to make it up to his mother, and this kills him. So now we've established that. So what about Stolas. Stolas is someone who he reluctantly caught feelings for. He didn't want to have feelings for him and he didn't trust that anything could come of it. For him though, that nothing could come of it was also a safety net for him. He's scared of hurting people he loves so he doesn't let people get close enough. He's in the habit of pushing people's limits so that when they leave he won't feel as bad about it. He did it with Verosika when she told him she loved him. So having this thing with Stolas that he actually enjoyed but that was seemingly casual made it safe to indulge in. Stolas' wouldn't get to close anyways cus he doesn't care about Blitz that way. So emotionally he couldn't get hurt. And Stolas is a Goetia, one of the most powerful beings in hell so he couldn't get hurt that way either. So in every way, this is great for Blitz! Who's afraid of hurting people. But... With time we see Blitz realize that Stolas isn't indestructible. First with Striker hospitalizing him and then later when Stolas admits his feelings. Although he didn't quite realize how emotionally hurt Stolas was until he got his chance to provoke the crap out of Stolas and he still didn't change the narrative (apology tour). By then though, Blitz already accepted that he lost Stolas. That he fucked up.. again... and he spirals. He self-sabotages and tries to push everyone away by being shitty. Cus that's what he thinks he deserves. But Millie is stronger and won't let him. In Ghostfuckers he starts to realize that he has some self-worth. That he CAN make people happy too. Then Mastermind happens.. and that's an emotional rollercoaster for everyone involved. They all have a near-death situation happening to them and they go through the very real threat of almost losing someone they love. The IMP-group had this with Blitz but Blitz had it with Stolas. You gotta remember that Blitz also thought that Stolas was going to die here. Once again he was faced with the risk of losing someone completely and not being able to make it up to them. Just like his mother. But Stolas didn't die. He lost everything instead. He ended up in a situation that Blitz personally has found himself in before. By this point Blitz has made peace with his feelings for Stolas, and before this he thought he'd fucked up enough to lose him. But now Stolas needs help, and Blitz knows how to give it. Here's his chance to make amends. So.. TLDR' Blitz is a caretaker at heart, loves Stolas, thought he'd never get to make it up to him again and knows what it's like to lose everything. Ofc he's gonna do his absolute best to be there for him. Plus. It's not even the first person we see him being soft to. He's soft with Loona all the time but ALSO with Fizz. He's soft if he needs to be with people he cares deeply for. That's it.

[i-have-stolen-endless-names]

The Devil In Love - Chapter 5 "A Moment In Time"

Possible Trigger Warnings

>>Alucard is a Warning on his own.<<

Overall Soft-ish Yandere Themes

Mentions of: Alucards presence is scary (nothing new here), he uses his abilities to turn into the hellhound, he laments about the change of the world, he talks to reader in their mind

Minors please do not interact! Reader is ofc 18+

Content

Reader is working at the Hellsing manor as a housekeeper

Story is set before the happenings of Hellsing - Still Spoilers ahead

Reader is gender neutral, no pronouns are used but "you"

Age, ethnicity, height, weight and any other physical attributes are never mentioned. You are free and encouraged to imagine yourself or an OC in this scenario.

Summary

Reader is out and about in the town, somehow Alucard managed to join them. Fluffy with just a dash of bittersweetness

Index

Previous Chapter: Chapter 4 "Delicate Blossom" Next Chapter: Chapter 6 "Not A Good Man"

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"How did you manage to follow me in the first place?" A valid question.

Alucard usually never left the manor aside for an occasional walk in the forest. When he was called to a mission it was most definitely an exception. However, he so very rarely visited any nearby towns or villages that his appearance next to you startled you in more ways than one.

He had no sense of personal space, his body loomed dangerously close over yours, arms almost brushing against one another. "It seemed to be in my masters interest that I go for a walk."

Somehow you doubted that. But then again, Integra was rather affectionate with Alucard. In her own way… as much as one could dote on a monster anyway. She might have truly allowed this for his sake. Or the sake of the other members of the manor.

Many people glanced at you, or rather your surprise guest. Alucard was so tall and made people naturally uneasy. Of course, his vampiric nature made the people around him just as curious.

Still, you did not feel comfortable with how_small children started to cry around you and how some people even pointed fingers. "Perhaps you can make yourself less… scary? I think you are frightening the people."

"Would you prefer if I turned into a puppy for your amusement?" Alucard almost sounded annoyed but he was also teasing you. In the end, you have started to gain way too much influence over the vampire. He would do so many things for you. Including turning into a puppy, apparently. Or his definition of it anyway.

"Are you capable of that?" It should be no surprise to you that he was not going to turn into a cute, sweet puppy.

Still, when Alucard disappeared into a dark alley just to return as a massive black hound, you could not help but make a face. "That is not a puppy… you look more like a hellhound. You are still scary."

That only flattered his ego. People were supposed to fear him. Not invite him for dinner like you so often did. "Fine, just don 't bite anyone, okay?"

At least this massive beast would keep people at a safe distance from you. Shopping had never been so easy.

As you started to move, Alucard trotted next to you. Even his dog form seemed to have way too long limbs. His red eyes darted around in London. It looked very different the last time he had been here.

>>The world has become Lifeless.<<

Plastic. Mass Production…Life had become so easy and yet so lifeless. He still remembered how people came together to cook, sing, and dance. How peasants and royals alike dyed their clothes eagerly to be colorful.

As much as he hated god, the colorful churches built in his name were gorgeous. He remembered how people decorated their homes and surroundings for practically any occasion.

Flower wreaths, frilly clothes… Humanity once worked together to create. At this point, they relied more on bleak machinery than their own hands.

"What do you mean-Wait, did you just speak to me in my mind?" At first, you had not even noticed the weird quality of his voice. It seemed to be echoing in your mind.

The lips of the dangerous pup next to you curled upward into an unsettling smile. "Oh don 't give me that grin."

You did not even know that hellhounds could look so smug. That must be another one of Alucards endless and weird abilities. Could he read your thoughts? You hoped not.

>>You are still young, do not let the words of an old man influence you.<< How soft his voice sounded there. Like he really did not wish to taint you with his feelings nor opinion of this world.

Regardless if humans were in their twenties or in their eighties, compared to him, everyone was still so very young. But he must admit that scrolling through London with you somehow made him feel younger as well.

Even when he had to wait outside stores that did not allow "pets" inside. When the day started to end, he watched you settle down on a bench.

Being an opportunistic man, he took the chance to sit next to you. It took but a little nudge for your hand to come to rest on the top of his head.

>>lf being in this form always gains me such privileges, I shall turn into it more often.<< He was such a bastard, grinning with all his sharp teeth while you rubbed the top of his head. It was not your fault he felt so soft to the touch.

When you rubbed his ears he even put his head on your lap. It was hard to remember that it was a man who just nuzzled into your thigh for more affection.

"Shut up.." You murmured while Alucard seemed very content with being caressed . It appeared as if someone finally managed to tame the beast. At least for a while.

[skapr-cloud]

NOT A SHIP!

father John (hah literally)

an au where everything is exactly the same but Amy is still alive (convenient!:0) moves in with john and her head is still a portal, maybe a cute hellhound puppy jumps out every now and then.. or something (one) else

I couldn’t decide if I wanted amy to have the haircut from the family portrait or just her long hair from animations who knows but I wanna draw john ships/relationships so if u wanna request a rarepair or just an interaction lmk :3 uhm nothing wierd duh like him and Michael shippy-ish ofc

[thiamsalpha]

Snippet Sunday:

“Let me out.”

“Why would I do that?” Theo brushed Liam’s shoulder off, “you serve a valuable purpose for me, little wolf. Letting you go would be a disservice to my plan.”

“You’re actually insane.”

“Now you’re getting it.”

from my new little dead dove wip, ‘a moth drawn to a flame’ featuring thiam (ofc), a worried McCall pack & also evil chimera pack hehe! I’m so excited to share this with ya’ll

gently tagging, @ksbbb @thiamsxbitch @hemlocksandfoxgloves @fruchtfliege @genetic-hellhound @wolfboy88 @gaefandomlover @abibliphobiac @axxxx13 @ashyjingles @bererjs @mmoosen @nightshade-emrys

[lexycxndy]

Headcanons for Loki :

 They don't really smoke, just think it's gross and weird for humans to do

Loki prefers wine than beer, he likes sweeter drinks in general

Loki really can't sleep half the time  cause of the darkness most of the time he doesn't sleep (mobius might have gotten them a light lamp)

  Loki half the time goes to buy outfits from thrift stores he would go to places like Gucci but I feel like he would be offended by the prices 

Loki braids his hair hair before he sleeps mainly to get natural waves 

Loki likes candies a lot, mainly the sour and sweet ones but he didn't like the key lime pie and mostly ate the frosting until mobius gave him a pumpkin pie which Loki loved 

He wears eyeliner and carries eyeliner to fix it

Loki's Jontun form has gloves on cause he can't touch people since he would burn them

Loki mainly crafts his own weapon and powers them with his magic (like a poison knife)

Loki listens to Lana del Rey and sometimes Taylor Swift mainly cause he likes the sad and romantic vibes of it 

Loki weighs like a Frost giant even in his Asgardian form even though he is small the illusion doesn't change his weight (from what I know he is like 500 pounds) so mobius really has a hard time dragging Loki away

On a sunny day, Loki really has sun allergies but it's very light but worse in his jotunn form, it's one of his weaknesses, that the burns really don't heal that fast 

Loki has every birthday gift he was given because it is the only time he feels loved in a way, especially by Thor who would just get Loki a plushie

Speaking of plushies Loki has a bit of separation anxiety, it is not that bad but he does panic when someone he loves doesn't text back, like when mobius goes somewhere unannounced, as kids Thor and Loki would share a room cause of it, sometimes thor had to hold Loki when he sleeps, as an adult thor taught plushies would remind him that he is always with Loki

Loki's grave (the Infinity War Loki) would be visited by Thor every day, he would clean it and put plushies and flowers on the grave

Loki has a lot of pets some of them are Thori (a hellhound from Hel) Ikol (a nod to comic, and a magpie) a snake, and a cat named Clementine 

(This is more like a modern Loki au) Loki would have used his magic to make himself an apartment to stay on earth, Loki would come home to Clementine and hang out with her when he gets home

not really a headcanon but he does have all-speak, speaking all languages (again in the comics)

Loki sometimes wears high heels, but he would conjure shoes if they got uncomfortable

Loki sometimes bakes pies since he really isn't good at cooking, but he learned to bake a pie for mobius so he didn't have to eat from the TVA

Loki would conjiur a blanket on mobius when he would overwork and fall asleep on his desk

Mobius doesn't know how to fight so Loki uses his magic to protect mobius and help him heal

Loki has BPD (borderline personality disorder) but mobius tries to help him and calm him down when he gets angry

Loki usually scoops mobius up and hugs him random moments taking advantage of there height difference

Mobius would give Loki candy or a star after they complete a mission to encourage Loki to be more less violent

Loki doesn't curse at all but he uses more older words like quim and all or he would just mumble in asgardain, he has a habit of going back to old English using "thy" "aye"

Both Loki and mobius love language is touch and glares, Loki would telepathically talk to mobius when they are around people

Mobius loves how Loki would explain in a Shakespeare

As a kid Loki mainly pranked thor to cope with his insecurity, he still does but it was getting better with mobius comforting him

Mobius sometimes feels like he is lesser to loki and thinks he isn't good enough since Loki was a god

Loki would visit a variant of frigga who ofc knew it wasn't her Loki but yet treated him like no other

When frigga met mobius she was noting but happy and knew Loki was happy with mobius and other way around, she was glad her son found some he can be real with

Mobius always treated him equal to everyone and sees him as a lover and a friend, and never used the god title unless Loki wasn't sure of a mission being successful

(please note my version of loki is like a combo of MCU loki and comic loki! Most of these are not cannon in the MCU but it might in comics! and I keep using he/they prounce cause i am confused as hell-)

[19catsncounting]

Things I Can’t Let Sheriff Jody Mills Fucking Say.

[jollmaster]

could we get some information about Lord Glacya-Labolas?

oh yes, babe 🖤 meet the warlord

• what kind of sick coward holds back his power while his friends are devoured ©

• one of the most violent, bloodthirsty and warlike demons in the Sheol pantheon

• not surprisingly, because he's connected to the influence of Mars; has other spheres of influence ofc, but war is main one

• looks like an enormously big black dog with griffin wings

• wears armor and a tattered cloak made from pieces of skin stripped from prey

• in terms of breed, both he and all Sheol dogs are close to the indigenous primitive dog breeds both in character and appearance (lean, long-legged, thin, with pointed standing ears and wedge-shaped muzzle)

• hunter lord

• always leads hunts in the Forest of self-murderers (this forest is his domain) and eagerly awaits its start; has no sympathy for sinners, devours at feasts and sees them as prey, but respects those who have the courage to stand up to him

• the father of hellhounds, both figuratively and literally

• close friends with Leraje (adores her for bloodthirstiness and bow skills), also respects Halphas and Sabnock (patrons of fortresses)

[uroborosymphony]

Cerberus did not speak again. The flicker of green flame in Hades’ eyes was enough to make her bow her head lower from the instinctive submission her spine was made of. Her breath caught in her throat, from both fear and something new she was beginning to feel. One knee struck the ground, her fingers are pressed into the obsidian floor, the cold stone grounding her, reminding her of what she was, what she was made for, and who she belonged to. She had been forged for this place : for its silences, its fire, shaped by duty into something diligent and unquestioning. A guardian. A hellhound. Cerberus would chew through the flesh of any who dared trespass, show no remorse, no emotion, no mercy. She followed only one rule: his. And yet, yet, ever since she had been cursed, somewhere in her, a part reached for a sky she had never seen. She hesitated, then lifted her eyes again, her voice nothing but breath shaped into sound. “My Lord of the Below. High Warden of Silence. Did you never wish to rule where they rule? To rise above the roots and hold domination over the air, the water, the warmth? The seas. The clouds.” Her gaze softened, reverent still. They : Zeus and Poseidon, one ruler of the overworld, the other of the seas. “Your realm is of inevitability, of burnt and shadowed beauty. There is nothing Hell, our Home, cannot provide me, my Sovereign. And yet… I believe the other realms would fit just as perfectly in your hand.” She should not have asked. She almost wished she had not. But again, it was the seed planted by Hecate and her daughters that changed something inside the hound. The thought was alive. It grew like wildfire. Could it be the beginning of a trap? To curse the Dog to reach the Master, could it be someone after Hades and his throne? And so to lure him out would be a way to steal his kingdom from his hand? Cerberus was too obsessed with the simple idea of foreign skies to consider the possibility. She knelt still, unmoving, though something in her pulsed forward, torn between the master she revered and a freedom that tasted like betrayal. But no, she would never betray him - she was simply asking. “It is not from you I wish to be freed, my King. Only… something has shifted. And I find myself dreaming. Craving. Wanting. A hunger that cannot be stopped.” She looked up again, eyes lit like coals. “We could go... together.”