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the--rebel--fae · 6 months

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Hey Fae! Do you know about the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse? If not, basically they are biblical concept for rooted evil in humanity and first four of seven seals for the “end of the evil world” or whatever (conquest, war, famine, and death).

Anyways, to my request! I wanted to ask to see if you’d write a paring of a FourHorseman!reader with Vox from Hazbin Hotel (and any other characters from that show if you’d like to lol)

Thank you and Gl with ur other requests!

A/N This is probably gonna happen each time I post a request since I feel horrible for making all of y'all wait. So! Big sorrys for taking so long with this but tysm for your patience! Now! On to the main a/n: Oh my friend, you have triggered an idea that is genius! Ooh this reminds me of that one episode from Charmed.--if you know which one, you totally rock. I had so much fun with this! I hope you like it too! 😊

Pairing: Vox x Strife! Four Horsemen! Reader

TW: Just swears, but that's about it.

Word Count: 814

His Little Chaos Bringer

The brick wall felt like a cool and relaxing solace as you leaned against it. Your pencil scratching furiously away in your notebook. Today had a been quite the productive day.

Though, you could have done without Blitzø's hissy fit for nearly missing the portal entry back to hell. He was complaining how you nearly cost him big time as he took you back into your main domain of the pride ring.

“You're lucky you're so damn powerful and make our jobs easier, you twerp.” He grumbled at you as he practically shoved you out of the I.M.P. van.

An amused chuckle made it passed your lips as you closed your notebook with a satisfying snap. You couldn't help that you were on a roll today with causing so many humans strife. You were the epitome of it after all being one of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. Your other three siblings were Lucifer knows where and you didn't really give a damn as long as they were keeping their stats up and making sure the plan stayed on track.

Your notebook was already bursting with your successes, an impressive list of names and ways you affect them filled its yellow time worn pages. And that was only today.

Looking around at stretch of land that was the V's part of Pentagram City you let out a tired sigh. You loved what you did, you really do. But after a long day of causing misery, all you wanted to do was collapse in a comfy chair and just relax as you listened to your boyfriend boast about his day.

The brief silence that filled the air in the little alleyway you were taking a break in was quickly broken by the sound of your ringtone: The Flight of the Valkyries–little on the nose but you were always a fan of the classics.

You glanced at the caller ID and grinned. “Well, ask and ye shall receive I guess.” Clicking answer, you couldn't keep the smile out of your voice. “It's like you just knew I needed to talk to you. Should I add telepathy to the list of your talents?”

A deep chuckle. “Well hello to you too Doll. Rough day I take it?”

You leaned your head back against the wall and felt the satisfying thump of cool brick against the back of your head. “Not hard, just very long. Apparently causing misery for a living can drain someone a lot.”

“Why don't you come back home to the tower and I'll see what I can do to help get some pep back in your step hmm?”

A smirk played at your lips. You definitely didn't miss the innuendo in that sentence. “Sounds perfect actually. I'll be there in five.”

A pleased hum could be heard on the other line. “Looking forward to it Doll. See you soon.”

“See you soon, Vox.” The call ended seconds after.

Pushing forward you felt your muscles stretch out in relief. A spark of excitement and contentment ran through you. Sometimes it paid to be the romantic partner of one of the strongest overlords and a tech genius like Vox. No matter how busy the two of you were, you were always able to make time for each other at the end of the day.

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As the elevator door to Vox's penthouse suit swished open, a tired smile was brought to your lips at the sight before you. In front of the blue satin couch, on the table laid a beautiful–and frankly absolutely mouth watering dinner with two champagne flutes filled with wine.

“I take it you like the surprise?”

You let out a pleased hum and walk forward. "What do you think?" Wrapping your arms around Vox's neck, you lightly bumped your forehead against the top of his screen. An amused giggle passed your lips as you watch Vox's screen take on a light rosy hue around where his cheeks are supposed to be.

"Well, I'm glad you like it, my little chaos bringer." Vox gave you a soft peck on the lips. His kisses always left you with a tingling feeling--probably thanks to the fact that he is a literal tv, but you couldn't help but want more. Maybe at a later time, the night was still young after all.

"You know exactly how to make a gal feel special don't ya?"

Vox pulled away from your grasp and gave a wink. "Doll, you're special no matter what."

You couldn't help the snort that passed your lips. "Wow, cheesy much?"

Vox just waved you off. "What? I was just trying to be romantic!"

A fond smile pulls at your lips. You were probably one of the most powerful beings in Hell seeing who you were, but if this was the life you got to come back to everyday? It's all worth it.

A/N that was so much fun to write. I truly enjoyed this request! Feel free to request again! I hope you enjoyed it!

And if you guys want even more stories--like maybe your own personalized several-page long one-shots or even a multi-chap fic take a look at my Etsy Shop! I do commissions! I even have listings for Hazbin Hotel!

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v1naco · 3 months

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Anyone else wants a 141! four horseman x reader where its individual oneshots or series of each horseman and the reader?

Been devouring Laura Thalassa’s Four Horseman series and holy shit they are my favorite book series now, even though I DNFed the 3rd book in the series like 3 chapters in. (was for certain reasons and I will read the book but Im reading the last one first before I subject myself to reading a character that I already dislike, if you feel me).

Like (not following the characters physical features or order):

Pestilence and Gaz soooooo goes hand in hand. Pretty boy always the best.

Death and Ghost I feel like is an obvious paring because hello?!

Now I haven’t read Famine (like I said) yet so I really don’t know who would be for war and who would be for famine but I am feeling like soap would be war and Price would be famine.

Any thoughts about this idea or literally just the books? cause I need someone to talk about these amazing books with.

#simon riley x reader #john price x reader #john soap mctavish x reader #soap x reader #kyle gaz garrick x reader #gaz x reader #laura thalassa #the four horsemen #laura thalassa the four horseman series #booktok #books and reading

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van1llam1lkk · 1 year

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Bitter Cravings

[ sfw | TW ; Manipulation, Feederism, Implied Sexual Content, Dubcon, Mentions of Terrorism and Homicide, Coercion As well as some General Yandere content but it's very subtle, Smoking, There's a scene where smoke is blown into your mouth]

Female Yandere x GN Reader

Mei hums a oddly familiar tune to herself, her gentle smile never wavering from her face as you hesitantly ate the dessert she had prepared for you.

"Do you have to watch me eat?" You ask, ending the silence that was only punctuated by the clinking of your silverware and Mei's humming.

"But of course, I have to make sure my Darling eats their fill." She remarks, propping her chin up with her hand. "And you are entertaining me, no? In turn I..." She trails off, clearly already forgetting what the original deal was.

"You give me information about this place in return," You remind her, irritated at her short-term forgetfulness.

"Oh yeah! Yeah, so hurry up and eat- you want that information don't ya'?" She pauses before adding "Pretty please?"

You stare at her for a moment before turning back to your plate of chocolate cake. Gingerly, you cut the rich velvet cake with your fork, somewhat embarrassed that Mei is watching your every move. When you take the first bite, it is an explosion of flavor - dark chocolate, ganache and vanilla cake melting together in your mouth. And with each little bite of yours her gaze bears down on you harder.

The dessert was delicious, but the fact that you were being watched so intently made the experience rather off-putting and Intimate in a uncomfortable way.

"This is way better than what they have around here," you say, in an attempt to avoid an awkward silence.

"Yes, there are several farms in my faction. So, unlike the subpar products we sell to you, we just keep the high-quality items for ourselves or outside vendors." She waved her hand nonchalantly before continuing. "It's really nothing complicated."

You hummed in acknowledgment as you tried to think of your next question. "So... Whole water incident." She let out a loud groan and threw her head back in annoyance as she mumbled a colorful vocabulary or curses. Digging through her pockets, she pulled out a pack of cigarettes and removed one small one from it—odd since she said she could make any product she wanted— and put it into a golden cigarette holder.

"It happened before I was born, so truth be told I can't give you many details. But in short, a large number of members bought large amounts of highly concentrated forms of Soman and released it in the subway stations The leaders behind the act were executed and the followers were probably just sentenced to life in prison." She hesitates for a second, trying to recall any other crucial details.

"There were several homicides that followed, targeting anyone in positions of power or people who leaked information about the incident afterwards. Their bodies were dismembered and strewn about. And after those two events, the government kept us under surveillance for a while— seventy decades if I'm right." It was strange how nonchalantly she spoke of such a heinous act of terrorism.

"We still are, now that I think about it, but they're less strict now; just have to get their permission when purchasing certain drugs."

"That's a little fucked up... You're talking as if it was no big deal and like there weren't hundreds of people that might have been killed because of it," you say, a hint of irritation creeping into your voice.

Mei scoffs in response, throwing an arm around your waist and pulling you close. She takes a deep drag from her cigarette Cabriole before blowing the smoke right in your face. As you blink away the cloud, she finally responds.

"Honey, this place is probably less corrupt than your own government, and that's saying a lot. Just because we had a couple of accidents doesn't make us all bad." Her hand tightens around your mid-drift as she continues speaking. "Besides, I'm more interesting than any of this rusty old place's history. And I can give you so much more than anyone else ever could."

She lays her head on your shoulder briefly before sitting on your lap and wrapping her arm around your neck.

"I don't get why you can't join up here; I give you so much already and all you do for me is come by a few times a week." An annoyed scowl appears on her features. "You'd be able to get so much out of being a member here."

“Would you ever want to try smoking?” Her eyes shifted, obviously interested in the topic. “Just inhale, alright?” Before you could ask for further detail, she leaned closer and blew smoke directly into your mouth, catching you off guard. You reflexively swallowed, triggering a coughing fit that made her laugh softly. “Ahh, so I take it you have no experience with this.” She twirled the golden Cabriole around her fingers as she examined your reaction. She paused for a few seconds, studying your face before leaning closer and pushing you back against the pillows.

"You're a pretty little thing aren't cha'? And such a willing participant, letting me use you for my own amusement" She teases, her voice clearly mocking you're willingness to do in exchange for a little information.

"But, I'm not done using you." She adds on in a whisper, those words being the only warning you get before her lips soft and warm pressed against yours, the taste of Tobacco lingering on her tongue.

her hand lightly tracing your chest as her hand wanders downwards. Stopping just above your waist where she lingered for a moment longer before giving you a light squeeze.

Mei pulled away from the kiss, her breath coming out in hot puffs against your neck. "You know," she began, "there is more to be gained by joining us than just access to high-quality goods." Her fingers traced circles on your waist, lightly messing with the waistband of your pants. "And I'm sure you know where I'm getting at, don't you?"

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darkdemeter · 5 months

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WATCH IN SILENCE

✘DARKSIDERS FILED CLIPPINGS | War x Female Watcher!Reader ────────────────────────

A cantankerous behemoth that treads the path of destruction and chaos in his wake. A rider adorned in the banner of red, his trademark hood, and beneath the darkness of his cowl is the war-enamoured glare of whitened blue. A hue far too complicated for any mortal to comprehend. This bringer of all things conflict, and pursuer of vengeance to a fiery engine that can never be sated, his reluctance towards trusting you is to be expected.

For a Watcher bound to the plating of his gauntlet and deeper into his very soul, can only mean that the Charred Council questions his loyalty to them. Untrusted to go about his tasks, to serve the balance, he is now at the tether of a parasite that will feed and revel in the status of your power over him.

But he learns quickly that you do no such thing. Intend nothing of the sort. You just follow behind him as if it is you who is at his leash. He contemplates your motives in his mind, and you do nothing to invade him there, for that is not yours to pry into. There is much silence to be found between you both and he finds appreciation in the beginning of it all. But there comes a time that his appreciation begins to fester into worry.

Why do you not speak? Why is it that you just watch him?

It is a matter that you’re fascinated by him. A juggernaut of all things chaos, destruction and desolation, in contrast to the vow of his honour; his duty to serve balance and the level of dedication he strives for to make peace for the realms. For one of the four that is known to be fuelled by tempering vengeance and bloodlust, he has a strict code to which he conducts himself to uphold. Duty-bound to his role. You find him a very intriguing rider of the steed known as Ruin. A fitting comrade to his master.

He senses something about you that sets you apart from other watchers, unlike the more obvious telltale signs and oddities, but within the pulsing energy of your shaded body; he feels that there is a sense of commonality between you both.

Yes, much like himself, you are not as ancient as the others. No, you are young. And so, that commonality forges a bond between. You understand the struggles he goes through in being the youngest of his siblings. At times, not taken seriously, and other times he is teased and taunted relentlessly with only Death being the main mediator to rid his youngest from such torment. You too struggle with this ordeal within the spiralling, ethereal pool of the watchers. But by no means do any come to your valiant rescue.

So when you are chosen to be bound to the red cowled Horsemen, you do well to ignore his scornful glare and allow your eyes to crinkle with a mouthless smile. Finally, you are given reprieve from your own torment and what’s more, you get a chance to explore the many worlds.

At first, he’d been confronted by this… unique behaviour of exploration. The way you gravitate towards the smallest and most mundane articles in your path, you found there to be something entrancing about a single, white petalled flower that remains fighting against the rubble and corruption around it. Or from the wayward cast of your gaze that appeared to become lost in the intricate layout of the realms you travel to. No matter where you are, you always manage to find something that piques your peculiar interest.

And in meeting Vulgrim, the demon trader who bargains boons and goods in exchange for souls, who’s hunger knows no bounds, is allured by that younger scent of yours. The fiend is salivating in his thoughts and lipless grin, you force yourself to hide behind War, whether as an act of cowardice or self-preservation, but it spurns the Horseman into action. That of defense. To protect you, the baritone of his voice warns Vulgrim off. That by the Charred Council - and by him - you are protected.

War is silent about his intrigue of your gentle, silent nature. You are often out and about, lingering on the horizon of his watch and never straying too far from him.

"What is it, little Watcher?" he grumbles to you eagerly pounding on the plate of his pauldron to gain his attention, glancing to where you enthusiastically indicate towards a point of interest. In reply, he gives a stern nod of his head. The closest sentiment of thanks you can get from the near-silent rider. But adventurous voyages are cut short to retreat into the crypt of his body and soul when danger lurks near. Despite the inward haven, you find it hard to simply wait out the carnage and a strange sorrow fills the void where a heart should be when you see him falter, inflicted with wounds wrought from battle.

Because of this need to see him unharmed, you will yourself to be brave. Fighting against the demonic forces of Hell’s army, War finds himself becoming overpowered. In your determination to aid the youngest Horsemen, you put yourself in the league of danger, and drive a sharpened point of a broken blade into the beast’s side with a shrill battle-cry.

At the cost of being grappled and tossed into a wall of torn and reformed rock, War is given the opportunity he needs to gain the upper hand.

After that particular fight, War notices the slumped form you take and despite his limited expertise, he attends any injury you sustained in the attack.

“This should help, little Watcher,” he says, uncertainty evident in the way he scowls, his low-silken voice drawls with faded hope of helping you. But it matters little, you’re gladdened by the tenderness of his actions. The four are not exactly known to be courteous. And Watchers are despised by them, and any other spiritual being for that matter, so to be taken under his care despite any reservations of loathing he may hold for you; it creates the illusion of a smile in your glowing eyes.

War doesn’t smile in turn. Nor did you expect him to. But the bevel between his ashen brows ceases just a little and the glaring mask of his stoicism wavers that tiny bit more. Lowering the blackened limb of your bound arm, he stands to his full height before you after having bandaged your wound. The sound of your voice after all this time visibly shakes him, his fangs bared and eyes growing wide.

“Thank you, War…”

#darksiders #female reader #darksiders fanfiction #darksiders war #horsemen of the apocalypse #nephilim #fanfiction #darksiders x reader #darksiders war x reader #war x reader #x reader #War/Reader

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just-a-sleepy-idiot · 2 years

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Supernatural Imagine: Winchester!Reader having to choose a Horseman of the Apocalypse to marry (and choosing Death)

Content/Warnings: Female Reader, Mentions of Famine, Pestilence and War but mainly featuring Death, Listen Idk either why I like him ALSO SPOILERS

You were their only sister, the only Winchester who didn’t seem to have a crazy destiny coming upon them. That was until the Apocalypse came to be and your purpose was revealed to be of similar depth in the ineffable ways of gods fucked up plan.

It was Crowley who revealed your role in this play, the part you were meant to fulfill as the end of the world came to be.

You were destined to be married to one of the Horsemen of the Apocalypse.

You were the only hope that heaven tied towards the misery they would cast upon the world, the only thing that would stop one of them from carrying out Lucifers plan to wreck havoc on earth. Your fate was sold out to them before you even came to be, and now all characters of this divine contract were on the field.

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing, tears welled up in your eyes as you let Crowleys words sink in. Your brothers were destined to fight each other to death on the fate of this world and you.. you were sold off to the Horsemen of the Apocalypse. Ever since you knew what their true purposes in this battle were you had hoped for a chance to emerge, something you could do to save your brothers.

You would have never thought that this would be it.

Sam and Dean were furious when they heard that, Bobby stared off in shock and Castiel frowned quietly. Sam paced the room, repeating how they would never let that happen while Dean went off on Crowley about how this was utter bullshit.

„Guys.. You know how we‘re looking for a way for you to not agree to Michael and Lucifer? This might be it.“

They turned to stare at you in shock. „Absolutely not!“

„It’s not a guarantee but.. if we can get one of them on our side we have a mighty weapon against Lucifer. We could ruin his plans. And the rest.. maybe you could kill the rest of them.“

„We‘ll find another way! All of us!“

„Don’t give into this crap because of us Y/n“

They were strictly against it and they thought it was decided upon, you however remained determined to save them. You would look on, you would see how it played out and if there wasn’t any other chance.. you would not wait for a solution that would never arrive.

If it meant that you could halt the Apocalypse and save lives, even if it didn’t stop the plan all and for once.. it would be worth it.

„But we can use this to our advantage.“ Crowley spoke up again, „She can be our bait.“ Dean glared at him but he shrugged, „Do you think you can just walk in and kill a Horseman like any other creature?“

That made the room fall into silence. Soon it was reluctantly decided- you would help them out as bait.

At the end of all attempts you asked Crowley to bring you to the last Horseman, the only one you haven’t met yet. Death. The only one who claimed his victims directly, without any pain involved. One you presumed to be the most powerful of them as well. Your brothers didn’t know you were meeting him. Crowley however was on your side with your plan, probably just because it was more likely to save his own skin that way.

He led you to a Pizza Restaurant in Chicago, a few hours before a hurricane would destroy it like other cities before.

You carefully opened the wooden door and looked around. Your heartbeat picked up when you saw the dead who previously dined here. The only other person was sitting at a table, quietly eating something.

Your breath hitched as you approached the figure, and halted entire when he stood up with a rapid creak of his chair.

„Please,“ he said and carefully walked around the table to hold out the opposite chair, „Take a seat.“

You locked eyes with him, with Death himself. He was well dressed, slender, with dark hair and even darker eyes. You forced yourself to take a breath again and cautiously took his offer, sitting down as he pushed the chair towards the table.

„You know who I am.“ You stated and your eyes darted over the Pizza, the plate and eventually fixated on the Ring on his finger.

„Of course I do. You are my fiancée. I would recognize you no matter how you would have grown up to look.“ He gestured to the food with his fork, „Take something. The Pizza here is delicious.“ You swallowed and put a piece on your plate.

„I don’t suppose my brothers told you, but it was decided that you would be the one to choose.“

„Choose..?“ You were a bit overwhelmed at the moment, speaking softly out of fear.

„War wanted us to compete for you, but eventually we decided that it would be nonsense to destroy each other when we are supposed to destroy the world.“

You took a bite of the Pizza, he paused for a moment, observing you quietly.

„So it was decided that you would choose which one of us you would be marrying.“

You lifted your gaze to meet his. „Why would you even want a wife?“

His eyebrows quirked up for a moment. „Even God desires Companionship, and I am as old if not even older than him.“ He couldn’t quite fathom why divine beings like themselves would desire such thing either, maybe it was ingrained in the destiny this world would take.

„You.. are the only thing in creation who is immune to my touch.” He spread his arms for a moment, gesturing to the people who laid dead in the Restaurant. “You must have noticed already Y/n- you are immune against the deception of war, the insatiable hunger of famine and the sickly waves of illness from my brother pestilence. That is because you are promised to be ours.“

Your eyes widened as you first felt the gravity of the things that played into your very existence alongside your brothers. Your ancestors, each and every one of them was led to become John and Mary, the two people who would become parents to gods new pawns. Your sacrifice was meant to be, all of you were going to be the resolution to the millions of years put into your eventual creation.

“That is also why I would recognize you anywhere, your existence is intertwined with ours.”

Your gaze fell, your heart sank. That was how your brothers must feel. Like a helpless figure amongst a game of bigger forces. You felt your throat tighten as your eyes became glassy with tears threatening to spill.

“So.. I have no choice. If I want to save my brothers, I have no choice, my free will meets it’s boundaries here.”

He looked at you quietly, observed how your face flushed as grief took over your youthful features. You were so full of life, it seemed to overflow your physical form to spill and spread into your environment. You were the complete opposite of his very being, and Death regarded humanity to be quite insignificant, and yet.. he felt strangely troubled when he saw you cry.

His hands ended life, and they ended suffering simultaneously. He never cared about the grief of the dying before and yet you invoked this part of him that wanted to put your agonized heart to rest, to soothe the mortal pain you were feeling.

He wanted to reach out and cup your face, to do something for you, but he decided against it. He was part of the reason why you felt trapped, why you felt sad so he let you be.

“We are divine forces of destruction, it is our nature to follow what we were meant to do. If you choose one of us the others will continue to fuel the apocalypse either way.. you may gain a powerful ally if you decide to marry one of us, but it is impossible to say if it will actually overturn Lucifers plan. You do have a choice, and you may even have a chance.”

You lifted your gaze to look at him again. You didn’t understand.. was he trying to comfort you? Was he saying that it was ok if you chose against it?

“But if you were to choose me.. I will put an end to Lucifers doing. He has me bound to him which is why I am forced to oblige his will for now, But as soon as I am freed from his little spell I can help you take him down. My brothers will want to continue their rampage, I however do not see the sense in wiping out humanity.”

You frowned and wiped your face with the palm of your hand. Sniffing quietly you fell silent and blinked a few times. He set down his fork and folded his hands.

After a while you spoke again

“Pestilence, War and Famine.. they all contribute to Death, they all feed into what you are. But.. when all is gone and all of existence is extinct, including your brothers and god.. what else is there for you?”

He eyed you for a moment and said, “You by my side, hopefully.”

Your breath hitched. Why.. what..

Death raised his hand and took the ring from his finger, holding out to you.

“I can only offer you my devotion and my ally ship, no matter what it may be.”

You felt your heart give into the words and the comfort he gifted you, and you only. Death did not care about who he reaps, he doesn’t discriminate and doesn’t show mercy with whom he is entrusted with next. Only you.. Only you.

You reached out to him and offered your hand. He met your hand with his and gently held it up to press a light kiss on your knuckles. He turned the ring in his fingers, looking at you for approval.

You nodded, giving him permission with soft spoken words, “Then I will be yours.”

Death slid the ring on your Ringfinger and rose from his chair, you following his actions as he led you around the table towards him.

“We will go back to your family now. Your brother Dean can help me break Lucifers spell. We have a lot of work ahead of us, my dove.”

When you stepped out of the Restaurant again the storm had subsided greatly. He let go of your hand and put his on the small of your back to lead you to his car.

He opened the car door for you, but before you entered you turned around to him again.

“Will everything turn out ok?” His eyes softened, “I will do everything in my might. But even if it doesn’t, no harm shall befall you Y/n.”

YOO I hope you liked it!! Please comment to let me know if you did!!

#supernatural death x reader #spn death #spn horsemen of the apocalypse #supernatural horsemen of the apocalypse #supernatural x reader

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imagine-darksiders · 1 year

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Imagine going back to your own wedding with two giant Nephilim in tow and being like, 'Yeahhhh, sorry. They have a few objections...'

#darksiders #darksiders genesis #eden's heir #war x reader x strife #my art #dynamic #tol #smol #protective Horsemen

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granddaughterogg · 1 year

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he swings from buildings!

Imagine you and Strife coming back home after seeing "Across the Spider-Verse".

Strife: *pumped* Wow. Now that...was something else!

You: What did I tell you?

Strife: (grabbing your waist and pulling you closer) That it's a cinematic masterpiece and that I should see it because I'd love it.

You: (holding at his nape) And I was right.

Strife: *tenderly* And you were right. I have such a smart girlfriend.

You: (leaning in so that your foreheads touch) Which one of the Spiders was your fave?

Strife: Probably Hobie. Kid's got his head screwed on right. I could see a bit of myself in him, back from when I was younger...

You: *excited*: I KNOW RIGHT? He's the best!

Strife: So...you like him?

You: I mean, how could you not? He's just so EFFORTLESSLY COOL, ya know? He's such a lanky, guitar-wielding, rule-breaking, not-giving-a-crap force of nature! And don't get me started on that AMAZING HAIR -

Strife: *guarded* Oh. You do like him.

You: Well yeah, I went to see him in cinema two times already! Uh, Strife, gotta pee. Let go.

Strife: (lets you slip between his lowered forearms and watches as you happily trot off to the bathroom)

Fury: (enters stage left, as she would) Ah, you're back already. How was the movie?

Strife: *gloomily* Great. Just fucking peachy. I've been cast aside for a younger guy.

#darksiders #darksiders horsemen #darksiders strife #darksiders strife/reader #strife is so insecure #don't worry love this crush will pass #go watch across the spider-verse #bc it's THE SHIT

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theanimekid · 1 year

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War's Kindle Winters

Synopsis: War spends his first winter with you in your grandfather's cottage

Warnings: fluff, sleeping, laziness, heavy snowfall, cuddles, Soft! War

A/n: I did it for the sake of curiosity. And I'm a little proud tbh

*Flashback*

The snow had fallen to the earth, the trees were covered in a blanket of white, and little snowflakes danced in the cold air like ballerinas. You stood in the middle of the forest, A faint winter coat, gloves, snow boots, a case of arrows on your back, and your bow in hand. A deer wandered into your vision sniffing at the frozen ground, you let out a tiny sigh as smoke left your mouth, You grabbed the arrow, raised your bow at the deer, and pulled the string along with the arrow. You let go of the arrow as it flew in the air and shot at the deer's neck. The deer stumbled to the ground. You raced over to see that the deer is dead.

A dark shadow stood behind you in a menacing way, you turned around to see a demon in a dark cloak with red horns in the show. You smiled calmly knowing that it was just your grandfather, who you called since he didn’t tell you his real name. He looked around the area the sound of howling and growling filled the snowy grounds. He held out his hand, “Come now, we must head home before it gets dark.” “ Yes, Grandpa.” You answered sweetly as you dragged the dead deer with one hand and the other holding his. The two of you walked together back into your cottage in the mountain of winter.

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It's been 25 years since then... 25 long years.

The sound of crunching snow and hooves echoed the first You and War rode side by side as you both trotted in the snow, you came to a stop at a familiar tree with a gash mark on it. You're close. " Come on, we're almost there," You said as you rode your horse past the marked tree, War soon followed you. The winds sang lowly as the flakes of snow danced in the earth. War has been by your side since he first met in The Crossroads, alone, your instincts heightened, and weapons ready at your side. He was utterly shocked to see a human wandering the dead earth for a century. Now, he's riding with you in a forest, following your lead. " It's here... after all these years it's still standing." You spoke to yourself as you stood before you the cottage in the mountain, it's like nothing changed nor touched since you left.

War went beside you as you looked at the wooden home with a little perplexity and a bit of sadness like you were here with someone before. Got off your horse, and you led her to the small stable house. War and Ruin watched you curiously as you locked up the gate in front of her horse. She walked into the buried snow towards her cottage.

War soon followed, his giant footsteps echoed through the dark room, with one swift of flame magic you first lit the empty fireplace. The fireplace blazed but soon calmed down, dancing like one small but giant light, you sighed as took off your armor and fur and lay on the small long desk. You turned to see War carefully observing since you walked in You offered your hand to him, " Come now get comfortable, we'll be here for a while. " He stared at you curiously and a little shockingly, no one in all his years of existence has ever shown this type of... feeling of genuine kindness and acceptance. He took off his armor piece by piece, except for his sword, he keeps it at all times. He followed you inside your home, and you stopped in the middle of the living room. " Wait here, I'll be right back,""You requested, as you hurriedly rushed upstairs to get him some clothes that can fit his muscular build. You came back down, with a checkered sleeve shirt and decant pants, you gave him the clothes and shoes him the way to the bathroom.

It was War's first winter with you in your grandfather's cozy cottage. As the snow fell heavily outside, the two of you huddled together inside, enjoying each other's company. War had never experienced anything like this before, and he was fascinated by the warmth of the fire and the softness of the blankets. As the days went by, War found himself becoming more and more relaxed around you. He had always been a warrior, always on the move, always ready for battle. But with you, he didn't feel the need to be constantly vigilant. He could let his guard down and just be himself.

One lazy afternoon, as the snow continued to fall outside, War found himself dozing off on the couch. You were curled up beside him, your head resting on his chest. He could feel your breaths against his skin, and he felt a sense of peace that he had never known before. As he drifted off to sleep, he found himself wondering how he had ever lived without you. You were his rock, his shelter from the storm. And he was grateful to have you in his life.

The rest of the winter passed in a blur of lazy days and cozy nights. War and you spent hours talking, laughing, and cuddling together. And as the snow melted away and spring began to bloom, War knew that he would always treasure his memories of that first winter with you in your grandfather's cottage. For War, it was a time of growth, of learning to let go of his fears and embrace the warmth of love. And he knew that he had you to thank for that. You had shown him a side of himself that he had never known before, and he was forever grateful.

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ajaxpetropolisismyhusband · 2 years

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Nightmares - Jack Wilder x reader

Short imagine, i found the idea of it really cute though.

Jack Wilder and his girlfriend Y/n were snuggled up together, sound asleep. It was a peaceful night, and the only sound that could be heard was their steady breathing. However, in the middle of the night, Y/n began to toss and turn, letting out faint whimpers.

Jack felt her movements and stirred awake. He opened his eyes and saw Y/n's face contorted in fear. He gently shook her shoulder and whispered, "Hey, Y/n, wake up. It's just a dream."

Y/n jolted awake, her eyes wide and scared. She looked around the room frantically, trying to recall where she was. "Jack?" she said, her voice trembling. "Oh, God. It was so real."

"What was real?" Jack asked, rubbing her back soothingly. "What happened?"

"I was being chased," Y/n said, her voice shaking. "I don't know by who, but they were after me. They had guns and they were shooting at me. I couldn't escape, and then…then I woke up."

"It's okay," Jack said, pulling her close. "You're safe now. I won't let anyone hurt you."

Y/n buried her face in Jack's chest, taking deep breaths. She could feel his heart beating steadily, and it helped calm her down. "I know," she said, her voice muffled. "I just…it was so scary."

"I'm here," Jack said, kissing the top of her head. "I'm not going anywhere. You're safe with me."

They stayed like that for a while, just holding each other. Y/n felt safe in Jack's arms, and his touch was reassuring. "Thank you," she said finally. "For being here."

"Of course," Jack said, tightening his grip on her. "I'll always be here for you, no matter what. You don't have to be afraid."

Y/n smiled weakly and snuggled closer to Jack. She felt protected and loved, and it was a comforting feeling. "I love you," she whispered.

"I love you too," Jack said, kissing her forehead. "Now go back to sleep. I'll keep you safe."

Y/n closed her eyes and let out a sigh of contentment. She knew that Jack would never let anything bad happen to her. With him by her side, she could face anything. And with that thought, she drifted off to sleep, feeling safe and loved in Jack's embrace.

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proxis-shattered-expectations · 1 year

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You know in history during in a specific time period and even today where people will either heavily romanticize or demonize a prominent figure in history to fit into their narrative? usually in the way of demonizing they were given cruel nicknames like Mary i of England was named ‘Bloody Mary’ and Elizabeth Bathory was called the ‘Blood Countess’ or even in fiction when Jaime Lannister is dubbed the ‘Kingslayer’ despite saving millions of lives by killing the mad king. This is done often to the point that the person’s real name and role in history is forgotten or ignored and is only remembered by the insulting names forced on them.

I can totally see this with the Horsemen’s human, either after the false apocalypse when rebuilding Earth and even a good hundred years afterwards when they’re gone and their identity and role in history scrutinized or cherry picked by demonizing or romanizing them.

How would the Horsemen react to their friend’s (whether their still alive and just living their life or long gone) story being romanized or given a cruel and demeaning nickname?

Ooooooo, a great concept and possibility to consider, especially if those were the humans that were ressurected from Death. Having no direct experience of what it is like surviving the apocalypse, nor an understanding of heaven or hell, guaranteed hearing about a fellow human that has lived through and helped the horsemen is object to scrutiny. Directly after the end war if said human is still alive and helping pick up the pieces, at first some humans will be grateful and some a mixture of doubt. Some may feel that said human prioritizes otherworldly beings over humanity, to which these doubts could be dashed if the human went about it the right way and addressed everything that happened. Honesty plays an important role in building a trust, but more so action is what shows the intention, because like it or not, one of the only humans to live through the war and help the horsemen comes with attention and judgement.

What also can influence the reputation left behind is building a rapport with the humans that are more open to the horsemen and to hearing about the truth, those that have hope in a future, and understand things in the universe are not black/white. With that there will be those that have lost everything, and are not so welcoming to the beings that took part in the destruction of Earth. Those that will find fault in every part of the explanation, reasons to doubt and be defensive. The next step if that human wishes to move on is to accept that everyone won't want the truth, that to keep going forward despite that is part of being the human that aided. If the horsemen also follow the same tactic it could be favorable in the long run, and will 100% help in those efforts.

As for if the human were to pass, if the previous steps were followed they would more likely be romanticized then demonized. The horsemen would have a mixture of reactions, Strife finding it hilarious and Fury laughing at the incredulous stories humans made up about their friend. "The savior of Humanity" they would be called, and honestly while it is not entirely true, the horsemen would leave it be as they can live knowing how they were truly like. The result would be similar for the opposing result....but with conflicting ways it was dealt with.

In the beginning the story was more accurate, but with the human passing, over time those that did not like the horsemen twisted the story, and with every generation a new version would be rumored about, fading from truth, to myth to legend. The horsemen would be above the dealings of man at this point since their friend was the main reason they stuck around Earth....but they wouldn't exactly be pleased with the slander towards their memory. Strife would be a little bitter, and a little devastated at how his friend was remembered. He knows of course that humans are fickle and simple minded for some, so he doesn't exactly hate all of them for it...but he is bothered by it and more likely to voice it. If a human were to ask about it, he would wistfully mention how he knew them. Not as the stories now stated, but as the human he had come to call friend. Cue funny and happy stories of the time he spent with his friend.

Similar with Fury, but she is way more bitter. She is quick to demean just how ignorant some humans were, and if any human were stupid enough to say it in her vicinity they will receive a harsh tongue lashing laced with threats. No being in her eyes has any right to demonize the only human she had come to respect, one that she would never admit, but missed their weird human humor and spunk. She is upset that the humans she helped spawned these new ones that refused to tell truthfully, and she is frustrated.

War and Death are a different story. They are the more likely of the two to understand what that is like. War's whole journey being framed and demonized for the end war knew what it was like to be scrutinized, so he would understand the ignorance of the newer humans, but he is angry that they would do so upon the memory of his friend. To slander their story and lie so blantantly when they are not around to defend their name, he finds it dishonorable. Definitely do not recommend being that stupid human that insults them in his presence....he will take action.

Death has been through this, and knows it all too well. The stories told about him are worse, kinslayer, executioner, and traitor is associated with him many times, he is used to it. He accepts that as his burden to carry....but for the human that was nothing like the monster he felt himself to be, it was wrong. He is mournful hearing the human being referred to as the "Betrayer of Humanity.". Angry is an understatement, but it is masked with a sadness. For a moment he wonders if it was truly worth bringing humans back. Mind you he did it for War and balance, but for them to take for granted his sacrifice and stomp on the truth left him feeling distasteful. But he knows the human friend would not have wanted that, so he doesn't take any action or effort to convince them otherwise. If they wish to live in ignorance so be it, but at least he and his brothers know the truth.

Thank you for the ask!!

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