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[hazinhoodies]

Mal en Point (part xv)

Koh!Harrison x Angel!Reader

A/N: uh i know its been a while and im sorry, uni is really hard and all im really asking is that you give me the same support that you give other writers when they dont post regularly or they post sporadically like i am iright now. quite frankly i don’t think i’ve been getting that but anyways. heres this. enjoy.

Warnings: overwhelming fluff, uh me not knowing what to write in the first half, uh i wrote most of this while i was drunk so sorry

Word Count: 2.7k

“Lilith put some new stuff in your wardrobe I believe, why don’t you look through those?” Harry asks as you round the corner down the hall that leads to your bedroom, you were starting to get to know your way around better. You’d just told him about Harrison asking you to dinner and inquired about what to wear. Truthfully, he was the best friend you had down here. Harry had smirked when you told him about Harrison’s proposition, clearly, he knew something you didn’t, but you didn’t pester about it.

“Well, that was the plan, look through what I have. I’ll figure something out hopefully” You push open the door to your room and Harry follows you in, sitting down in the velvet upholstered chair in front of the vanity in your room and spinning it so it faces you and the wardrobe you search through.

“You know I'm not much help with this, right? I’m not the best at this sort of stuff. I’ve got about seven of the same shirt and pants in my closet and that’s because Harrison chose them for me then I just stuck with it.” Harry lounges back in the chair, tapping his fingers along the arm.

“Yeah but you have eyes. You can tell me if something’s okay or not.” You continue to search through, stopping at a dress that looks eerily similar to the one Iezebel wore the one time you met her. You run the fabric between your fingers before moving on. That just felt wrong to you. You stop at a red one, not a deep burgundy red, a vibrant red, and pull it out, looking at it momentarily before turning it around to show Harry who only shrugs and tells you to try it.

You look at yourself in the mirror of the en-suite bathroom off of your room. You feel out of place. Like you stand out too much. As if that’s not how you’ve felt this entire time. The dress stops a little lower than your mid-thigh and hugs your waist in a way that you love. Stepping out of the bathroom finally, Harry’s attention moves from lighting and extinguishing the oil lamp on your vanity and onto you where his eyes go wide.

“I don’t think you have to look much longer, that was easy,” Harry says and you shake your head, a tight smile on your lips. “I’m serious. If it’s that easy every time then I’m glad to help, or maybe I’m just way better at this than I thought” That time you laugh out loud.

“You did absolutely nothing but waste my lamp, don’t flatter yourself Harry” You laugh from the bathroom as you change back into your plain black clothing you were in before. You still don’t know how you feel about the black clothing. It suits you, it suits everyone really, but it doesn’t feel the same as the white. There’s something more comforting about it, it feels lighter. There aren’t a million rules attached to the colour. You don’t have to upkeep some unspoken oath to wear it.

“I have to get going, Haz wants me,” he says as he stands up, making his way over to you.

“What? How do you know?” You question, brows furrowed in confusion, so much so that the rest of your face scrunches up with it.

“I just know, weird things happen in hell, darling,” He says with a chuckle before continuing what he was going to say before. “Try not to stress too much about tonight. He’s not mean, not going to hurt you or anything. He’s just as nervous as you are, trust me.” He pressed a quick kiss to your cheek, “Try to have fun, it’ll make things easier”

--

Harrison watches as the small wood post erupts into flames, staring at it as the ash crumbles down and falls onto the floor, the orange edges fading to black. He’s so distracted that he doesn’t even hear the door open.

“Not bad. How long that’d take you?” Harrison knows it’s Tom before he turns around but he still does, only to see him leaning against the wall, arms crossed in front of his chest, face illuminated by the flickering orange of the disintegrating post. Harrison glances back at the post, deciding to let it burn out on its own before turning back to Tom and walking towards him.

“Not long, couple seconds of focus” Harrison opens the door and holds it for Tom who pushes himself off the wall and heads out the door, letting Harrison follow him.

“Really? You’re doing better” Harrison replies with a hum as the door clicks shut behind him, Tom continues, “I could do that when we were ten years old”

“Haha, very funny” Harrison replies dryly to Tom’s comments, hoping he hides hurt from the nerve Tom hit. “Was there something you needed?”

“Just coming to tell you that I’m heading to Earth soon to look for Lucius”

“How long do you think it’ll take?”

“If it takes any longer than a couple days I’ll let you know” Harrison nods and the two are left in silence momentarily. “So when were you going to tell me about the date with the angel you’ve got?”

“It’s not a date. Were just having dinner”

“Okay but normally ‘just dinner’ between two people who are attracted to each other isn’t just dinner”

“You think she’s attracted to me?”

“Her and everyone else in Hell” Harrison feels his cheeks heat up at the thought. “I think it’s a bad idea but nothing I’ve ever said has ever stopped you from doing anything so try to have fun I guess? Oh and wear the red suit with the weird pattern thing and the two different shades of red” Tom gestures in vague shapes across his chest, trying to demonstrate what he was thinking, only making Harrison laugh. Tom stops and deadpans at Harrison.

“No, please keep going,” Harrison says with a laugh.

“Oh shut up, you know what one I mean. Div” Tom rolled his eyes when Harrison only laughed more. “Okay, I’m going to go save a kid or something like that.”

“You go do that. Don’t hurt yourself” Toms already walking down the hall, only responding with a shake of his head.

Tom was right. Harrison did know what suit he was talking about. He buttons up the cuff and looks in the mirror. Admittedly he looked good, or at least he felt like he did. He’d only ever worn this one a few times before but it looked nice. Harrison runs his hand over his rib and down the jacket, feeling the change in texture from the different fabrics. He takes in one deep breath and exhales before going to the dining hall to make sure it was alright before you arrived.

By the time that you had gotten there, Harrison had made sure that the overly large table, the table he never even used for that matter, was gone and replaced with a smaller circular one. Although it made the room seem ginormous and empty, he figured it was better than two people sitting at a table meant to seat forty.

Dinner went well. He thought so. You did too. You told him about Heaven, life with someone powerful as your father, not that he didn’t know what it was like, the two of you compared shitty experiences. He told you stories of him and Tom as children and all the stupid things they did and only sometimes got caught for. He had you laughing so hard that wine nearly came out of your nose, and you had his heart fluttering with every giggle or smile that left your lips. Nevertheless, the stories left you with a small feeling of secondhand dread. What had happened that made them stop being friends?

The two of you wandered the garden behind the castle for a while, neither of you want the date to end. You admired the leaves on the bushes that were maybe only six inches shorter than you, the ones scattered with pretty flowers, while Harrison admired you doing so, never having seen something so beautiful as you. Especially when you seem happy. The small smile on your lips was one he hoped to burn into his mind for eternity, he never wants to forget what you look like right now, eyes bright and endless. Granted, you didn’t see him watching you.

“I didn’t know Hell had anything so beautiful” Your voice was sweet and soft, Harrison wants to hear it over and over for the rest of his life. He’s certain that anything you say would sound like a symphony, beautifully in sync and perfectly harmonized. If you think this is beautiful, you should see yourself, he thinks.

“This garden was probably the only good thing my father ever did. He created it for my mother, an attempt to woo her into marrying him really. She always told me that she would have anyways” He says and you turn around to face him, the smile that you have creates a similar one on his.

“It is gorgeous” is all you say after, continuing to take steps along the garden path.

“Can I ask you something, Y/N?” He says as polite as he can.

“Of course” You respond shaking your head gently, your brows furrow for a fraction of a second, wondering why he’d ask to ask you a question.

“Why did you fall? What did you do?” He asks, genuinely curious. Of course, he’d gotten an answer from you earlier, now he was hoping for something more concrete, something about you is hidden in that answer and he wants to find it.

“I did it on purpose,” You say hesitantly, “Seven sins. It’ll get you down to hell faster than you can say it” You chuckle.

“You’ve told me that but why?” He asks further. You stare at the grown, your feet stepping along the soft dirt in the pathway through the bushes.

“When I was little,” You start, “my mother and I were very close. My whole family was. We all looked out for each other, I tried my best but I was too young at the time to really understand life. I have this vivid memory of my mother and I going into the Great Hall to see my father. That’s what I thought was happening at least. It wasn’t uncommon for us to go see him after work and for us all to go home together”

“Sounds lovely, really” He interjects when you pause.

“It was. It really was. But this time my father picks me up and mother kisses my cheek and there are tears in her eyes. She goes into this one room and my father and I aren’t allowed in. She tells me she loves me and the door shuts behind her. And that was the last time I saw her” You end the story and rub at your eyes. Harrison doesn’t really know how to react, so he stands there, mouth agape momentarily.

“I asked what happened to her when I was older. My dad said she was banished here but never gave me a reason. Never told me what she did” You look up at Harrison and he can see the tears in your eyes, the way they’ve been glossed over with tears, glassy and about to spill over. He moves before he can stop himself, his hands coming to rest against your cheek, his thumb ready to wipe away anything that might start to roll down. He can’t help but notice the way that you lean into his touch as your cheeks start to heat up, your eyes fluttering shut for a second. It hurts but he knows that he has to say this.

“We haven’t had an angel fall in well over million years until you” He hopes you ignore the way his voice cracked and put the pieces together on your own so he doesn’t have to explicitly say that she’s not here. So he doesn’t have to tell you that you fell for nothing. You start nodding, his hand finally falling from your cheek. “I’m sorry”

“I know. It’s okay, don’t worry” You wipe your eyes and continue through the garden, exiting the tall bushes and finding the flowers which seem to cheer you up somewhat. You squat down to look at some pink camellias, admiring them, Harrison can’t help but to notice the red spots on your back, right where your wings would be.

“Does that hurt?” He asks and you stand up.

“Hm? Oh only a little bit”

“Here, let me help,” He says and you turn around, pulling your hair over one shoulder to grant him access to your back. He presses his thumbs into the red spots, causing them to ache for a second before the pain starts to go away. Harrison stops sooner than you would’ve liked him too, his hands falling from your shoulder blades as he comes to stand in front of you. “Better?” he asks, and you nod, giving him a soft smile and a quiet ‘thank you’

“Of course, it’s from your wings growing back, but it shouldn’t last long” He explains and you give him another small nod. The two of you stand there for a moment, your eyes wander the rest of the garden, still in shock of how beautiful it is. Movement from Harrison in your peripherals catches your attention, he’s leaning down and pulling off a flower from the camellias you had just been looking at earlier, he breaks it off from near the ground, leaving minimal blank space in the other flowers and then breaks off the much too long length of stem to something smaller and more manageable as he stands.

“May I?” He asks and raises the flower to accompany the question and you nod with a smile. His empty hand brushes your hair behind your ear before he passes the flower into that hand and places it behind your ear, holding back your hair. You feel a blush rise to your cheeks at the action. “You really do look stunning Y/N, I’m not sure how clear I made that earlier”

“You made that very clear at dinner, don’t worry” You chuckle and his hand slips down to your cheek once again.

“Well, then this is me reminding you” He smiles, its toothy and adorable and you swear your heart melts right there. You don’t notice how much either of you had been leaning towards the other until you can feel his breath warm against your skin, sending chills down your spine

“Thank you” Your lips brush against his when you speak, teasing at more. It sends a spark across Harrison’s lip that he’s dying to feel again.

Harrison caves. He tilts your jaw up and pressed his lips against yours, the sparks come back, flurrying through every nerve in his body. He’s got both hands on your cheeks now as if he needs to feel that this is real, like if he lets go you’ll be gone, slipped through his fingers. Your hands come to rest where his collar bones meet his shoulders and soon enough they slide up, across the fabric of his dress shirt, his suit jacket still on the back of his chair in the dining room, and your hands clasped together behind his head, pulling him impossibly closer. If you could live in this moment forever you would, but the two of you are starting to run out of air, there isn’t even time to open your eyes before your lips are back on his after the momentary breath. You can feel him smile into the kiss and it makes you smile too until the two of you are giggling so much that you can’t even focus on kissing the other. Your foreheads rest together as you catch your breath, Harrison is the first to speak.

“Fuck” is all he says, making both of you laugh. You’d let him kiss you until you were black and blue. He continues; “Where have you been all my life"  

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[hazinhoodies]

Mal En Point (part xiv)

Koh!Harrison x Angel!Reader

A/N: hello its been a while but heres part fourteen. theres a lot of spots with just dialogue and im really sorry for that. also i’m thinking of abandoning this story. i feel like no one, myself included, is really excited for it and other reasons but i dont want to bore you. moodboard made by @wazzupmrstark and im so thankful for her

I suggest reading part 13 again to understand whats going on

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: uh insecurity and swearing

“So…” You dragged out the single syllable, getting King Harrison’s attention, “What’s with the kid?” You asked hesitantly. You’d wanted to ask earlier but not while Isaac was there and then you were too nervous to ask the King anything. Sometimes you just have to speak up though, so you did.

“Isaac?” He asks, turning his head around to look at you while you follow him back to the throne room from the main door, Isaac had just left and King Harrison had made sure he’d made it all the way out the gate of the yard before closing the door to the castle, “He’s just a kid. Nine realm years old. Big family and he’s the oldest so he kinda got pushed aside I suppose so I try to help out as much as I can”

You nodded along, you got a general idea but being an only child, you couldn’t quite understand. Couldn’t place yourself into his shoes.

“He’s a good kid, really” King Harrison continued, “His family was doing pretty bad before. They couldn’t afford food and Tom caught him on the grounds trying to take some food just after I’d become King” Harrison’s voice dries on the mention of his title, he hopes you don’t notice, “It was actually his idea to help them out”

So he wasn’t always an asshole. It was a question you wanted to pose out loud but you knew the answer that you’d get. King Harrison had already told you that he wasn’t but you hadn’t really believed him about it. You still weren’t sure if you did now. However, you had to admit that you felt infinitely more comfortable around the King than you had before. He always kept a safe distance away from you with his hands clasped either behind or in front of him. It made you feel comfortable despite how badly you wanted him to press his lips against your skin until it turns red and purple.

There’s an awkward moment of silence between the two of you before you pipe up with a curious question.

“How did Hell even come to be?” You ask, staring at a space on the black brick wall in front of you. You hear King Harrison chuckle from beside you, a smirk on his face. God you wanted it against your lips. “They don’t teach us in Heaven”

“Well, what do they teach you up there, angel?” For the first time, you feel like the term is not used in a derogatory way. It isn’t meant to mock or belittle you for what you are, were. The King used the term as an endearment, spoken softly, sweetly, under a laugh. Or maybe you’re reading into it.

“They tell us about Lucifer. That he craved power and fell, thus creating Hell. Anyone that was turned away at the gates to Heaven instantly went to Hell” Of course they told you this via much longer and much more boring lectures than what you just said to the King. They wanted to scare you in Heaven. If you feared what happened after falling, you’d be forced into obedience”

“But you never feared it, did you?”

“Not enough to stop me”

“So you’ve been planning your falling for a while now?” King Harrison furrows his brows together.

“Can you just answer the initial question?” You watch as King Harrison’s expression shifts into shock. You instantly go to backtrack, muttering out an apology for your outburst but the King started to laugh. You can’t shrink away no matter how much you try.

“Yes sorry about that” He lets himself calm down before starting but even still he could hardly wipe the smile off his face. It returned any time that he looked at you. You wondered why it made your stomach bubble with nerves.

“Hell always existed” He started. ”It wasn’t born from fallen angels who had defied God or the patriarchs. At first, the King and his family were the only ones that existed. But as angels fell they established a life here. Some were deemed unfit to survive here and were uh killed- you don’t have to worry about that though, it would have happened by now if someone was going to kill you-” There was an odd comfort to that sentence. Good that you weren’t going to be murdered but the way he phrased it irked you, “but as Hell gained more demons, the King grew more powerful. As the King grew more powerful, Hell grew. Both in population and size. It became an endless plane”

“So in theory, you should be the most powerful King”

“In theory, yes”

“But you’re not?”

“Wha- how do you know that?” King Harrison stutters out, instantly going to defend himself and his bloodline.

“You responded with ‘in theory’ not something like ‘I am’”

“That doesn’t mean that I’m not, that just means that I answered the question weird” You couldn’t help but notice how his word choice had changed. Harrison would be lying if he said that he wasn’t panicking even a little. Even though he had no reason to be, it was in his nature. His father taught him to never let anyone see you weak. Harrison had already made some exceptions to that and he didn’t want another. His father would be ashamed.

“So are you?”

“Yes. I am for a matter of fact” You cocked your head and looked at him curiously and it’s like he could hear the really? in his head. Fuck what his father taught him. “Okay. Fine. I’m not. I should be but I’m just… not. And I don’t know why”

You thought this would come as a shock to you but for some reason, it doesn’t. You can’t pinpoint why you feel as though you knew this. Like it was always there

“I’m getting better though” King Harrison interrupts your thoughts. His voice is filled with child-like glee, like when a kid shows their mom or dad a picture they drew or something new that they learned how to do. For the first time it occurs to you, even though the King of Hell is technically a full-grown adult, he’s still just a kid. A kid who was put in this position of power way sooner than anyone in Hell was prepared for. And they’re all still trying to cope. The population, Tom, and King Harrison included.

“Ever since Iezebel…” He trails off “I’ve uh. I’ve been getting stronger” Your heart melts at the proud smile he bears at his statement. he’s proud of himself and for that, you’re proud of him too.

“Do you miss her?” You blurt out the question but don’t take it back. You have a feeling King Harrison won’t mind your curiosity.

“Can I be entirely honest?” You nod and king Harrison’s gaze falls to the floor, “Not really. Not as much as I thought I would. I don’t miss her as my wife. I miss her as someone that I spent so much time with. If that makes any sense at all” He looks back up at you, met with an expression that he can’t quite decipher. But he knows it’s not negative. He knows that the smile flickering across your lips calms him down and that if given the chance you could probably read him better than anyone else ever could.

“I um, I should get going but I could show you back to your room.” King Harrison offers his arm for you to take but you don’t. It makes him a little sad, leaving a small sting inside his chest but he didn’t let it show. He hopes it didn’t

“I appreciate the offer, your highness, I think I can find my way back. I don’t want to waste your time”

“It’s not a waste of time, please I insist” When he sees the hesitance in your expression he continues; “It’s not too far. The same direction I’d be walking anyways” That was a lie, but he wanted to get a couple more minutes with you, even if there was no conversation.

Silently, you take his still extending arm, wrapping your arm loosely around it so your hand rest on his bicep. You walk in a comfortable silence towards your room. If you had been on your own you would’ve gotten majorly lost.

King Harrison stops walking and you stop with him in front of a door, you release his arm and he steps to face you.

“Thank you, your-”

“Please don’t call me your highness, or your majesty. Just call me Harrison.” He cuts you off.

“Well,” You start again, who are you to deny that request? The formalities made you slightly uncomfortable anyways. “Thank you, Harrison. You’re very kind”

“Have dinner with me,” Harrison blurts. “Tomorrow night. It can be just us. Or not if you’d prefer. I could get Harry or anyone that you’re comfortable with to join us really. I don’t want-”

“I’d love to” You cut him off to stop his rambling and the smile that breaks across his features is one of relief. It makes a smile find it way to your own lips, this one of joy. God he’s beautiful when he smiles. “You’ll have to find me and let me know when though. I don’t really have a grasp on how to know what time it is here yet,” You laugh at yourself in embarassment, though it's only mild.

“Tomorrow night it is then” He nods to confirm and the two of you stand there momentarily, you admiring him and him, you.

“Thank you again, Harrison,” You pipe up, “For helping me get back to my room”

‘You’re welcome, Y/N” He smiles and you can’t help but smile back as you go to open the door. “Have a lovely night” He places a small kiss on your cheek, making you blush and the smile on your face and Harrison’s grow. You entered your room and shut the door behind you before you were able to see how Harrison’s cheeks heated up as well.

—-

Harrison was supposed to be asleep long ago. He meant to. Dom told him frequently that every good King needs a good nights sleep. Harrison’s father would’ve told him the same, but his mother wouldn’t have. His mother would’ve reminded him that sleep is important for reasons other than being King. She would have told him that if he was tired he’d be irritable and that any decision made in anger, even a small one, is never sound. He can remember her singing him to sleep as a child. A comforting hand running along his arm and shoulder, or fingers pressing into the skin around his wings to soothe the growing pains as soft melodies in varying languages filled his ears. Harrison replays the memories in his head in hopes of falling back asleep but to no such luck. He decided to head down to the kitchen, get something warm and calming to drink. Maybe it’ll help get everything off his mind.

As Harrison heads down the multiple floors towards the kitchen, he passes some of his staff who ask him if he’s okay or if they can help him. He brushes them all off with something along the lines of I’m alright and then thanking them. He was always sure to thank them.

Upon arriving in the kitchen Harrison found it entirely empty. He breathed a sigh of relief. He didn’t want to deal with more people than he had to. There were no lights in the room so he tried his hand at illuminating some of the candles on his own. Much to his delight, the first two on the small island countertop flickered alive. The kitchen staff had started putting candles on the counters since he was young when they’d find him in the kitchen alone or with Tom in the pitch black. They didn’t bother asking questions, just put the candles in a spot they could reach and a matchbox since they were only kids, Tom could light them as he got older but Harrison hadn’t been able to until recently.

Harrison sat on the countertop watching colour leak out of the tea bag and sugar crystals dissolve in the hot water in his mug. If only dad could see you now he thought, chuckling at what his father would think.

Why are you slouching? That’s no kingly posture. There are bigger issues to tend to. Your girl problems are not important right now. She’s an angel, she shouldn’t even be here.

Harrison scoffs as he brings his tea up to his lips and takes a small sip, ignoring the way it burns its way down his tongue and throat. His eyes lift to the figure in the doorway.

Certainly not dressed as if he had just rolled out of bed, Tom steps into the kitchen precariously. Keeping an eye on Harrison as if he was some sort of threat, he stands on the other side of the island. Tom puts his hands on the edge and leans forward, finally breaking his gaze away from Harrison.

“Couldn’t sleep?” Tom asks, looking back up at Harrison who looks like a child who got caught raiding the fridge, eyes widened slightly and mouth pouted. The expression breaks into something more neutral that Tom was used to from Harrison.

“Uh yeah. Too much going on.” Harrison nods as he speaks, “What about you?”

“Found out that Lucius hasn’t come back from Earth yet. I was going to tell you tomorrow morning but I suppose nows as good a time as ever” Tom shakes his head, mostly at himself. It’s his fault and he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t ridden with guilt. Harrison can tell. He could always tell when something bothered Tom.

Usually, with smaller issues, Tom can make a decision and let Harrison know about what he did. After all, that's pretty much the whole point of there being a right hand, a second in command of sorts. That’s what happened this time. There was an issue on Earth, angels meddling in human relations that weren’t their place. Tom decided to send Lucius to put a stop to it and told Harrison about it after Lucius had already left. Harrison told him that it was a dumb decision, that he shouldn’t have sent someone so young on their own. Tom should’ve sent someone older or sent Lucius with another demon. But the deed had already been done, it couldn’t be taken back from then. Now Tom knows that Harrison was right and it only makes his guilt worse. Harrison could read him. Instead of telling him I told you so he consoled.

“Even in the middle of the night, you don't stop working do you?" Harrison chortles, his attempting to lighten the mood falling flat when Tom doesn't look at him, instead just running a hand through his hair, messing it up and causing some curls to pop out of place. "We’d know if he was dead. Or at least I would” Harrison let his hands rest in his lap, still gripping the mug.

“I know. But what if they know that, Haz? What if that’s why he’s not dead yet? This wouldn’t be the first time that angels have done something horrible to our kind. I just” Tom sigh and shakes his head.

Wordlessly, Harrison places his mug next to him, hops off the countertop, reaches into the cupboard above him and grabs a mug similar to his own, filling it with water. He heats it in his hand while he rummages through the drawer for the tea that he knew was Tom's favourite before placing the tea bag into the mug and handing it off to Tom.

Tom accepts it with a smile and a quiet, “Thanks,” and adding sugar and milk. No matter how much the two of them fought and argued, they were still best friends. Still knew each other better than anyone else did. Harrison just wished Tom would stop challenging him on every decision. Tom wished that Harrison would stop making what he’d consider stupid decisions. Maybe he only saw them as stupid because they weren’t what he’d decide.

But he wasn’t King. Never would be.

“I’ll figure out where he is tomorrow,” Harrison says as he leans against the countertop, grabbing his mug from behind him. “I’ll go find him when I know where he is.”

“Haz, you can’t,” Tom says the words like they’re the most ridiculous thing he’d ever heard. Harrison looks at him with furrowed brows. “We need a King down here, besides it’s my fault. I should be the one to go get him”

“Tom it’s alright-”

“No, Harrison I’m not letting you go.” Tom shakes his head, “That’s final”

“Yessir” Harrison laughs, bringing his mug to his lips. Tom laughs too.

“Do you remember when we used to sneak down here as kids?” Tom says after a minute of silence.

“And used to take all the good snacks out of the fridge and cupboards?” Harrison replies.

“Yeah. Our fathers weren’t too happy about that were they?” Tom and Harrison both let out a chuckle.

“I don’t think anyone was too happy about that. Not much anyone but our dads could do though”

“Oh yeah you just pull out the prince card and everyone shut right up every time”

“Me? You could talk your way out of anything. I only pulled out the prince card on Lillian. She was the one person who wasn’t convinced” the kitchen is filled with laughter. In a way that it hadn’t been since the pair was young. They had climbed up the counters in an attempt to get the snacks that their mums had brought back from earth. But the staff had walked in for a final nightly check, only to catch the boys on the counter grasping for the bright green box which was just that little bit too far back.

“Oh, whatever. Same thing” Tom rolls his eyes as the laughter in the room dies down, both of the boys left with childish grins on their faces, now empty mugs in their grasp.

“You should get to sleep. Before you do anything stupid” Harrison says as he washes and rinses his mug, setting it out to dry. He turns back around to see Tom looking at him in offence. “Don’t look at me like that, you know I’m right. you’re not even changed yet. You’ve got stuff to do tomorrow and you need to be on top of things. And any decision made-”

“Any decision made in anger is never sound.” Tom cuts Harrison off, “She told me it too. You have as well. You’re not the only one who misses her. G’night, Haz.” Tom turns around and leaves, leaving his mug on the countertop and the room silent and tense.

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[hazinhoodies]

Mal en Point (part xi)

Koh!Harrison x Angel!Reader

A/N: i’m going to start reblogging these with my tags on them because they never work when i first post them. here’s a fun lik chapter hope you like it

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1.4k

Harry pushed open one of the doors and let you in before entering himself, letting the door shut on its own.

King Harrison was talking with someone, both of their backs to you. You admired both sets of wings. You hadn’t really gotten the chance to pay attention to the detail in them before. Both wide off their backs, though Harrisons drooped slightly more, they were also darker in colour than the other demons, but both were raven. Harrison’s also seemed glossier, they held more of the light in the room which made them seem lighter in colour.

The other demon had longer hair, darker than Toms, he hadn’t pushed it back or styled it at all, instead letting the straight strands sit around his face. The other one spoke, though you couldn’t hear what he was saying, for the most part, he talked with his hands, while Harrison’s- King Harrisons, you supposed you’d have to get used to that- arms remained crossed over his chest as he nodded along, he seemed tense.

“King Harrison” Harry walked up to the centre of the room and you followed.

“What-“ Harrison spat the syllable as he turned around. His eyes were black but turned back into icy blue when he noticed the two of you, his wings straightening at the same time. He looked back at the other demon, saying something to him. The demon nodded in response, glanced at Harry and nodded again, which Harry reciprocated. King Harrison walked over to the two of you, “Harry you may go. How are you feeling, angel?”

“I’m uh” You watched as Harry bowed his head, he smiled at you before leaving with the other demon through the large doors behind you. You didn’t want him to go, you’d only just woken up and he was the only person you’d come to interact with since. You trusted him. Watching him head out the door you hoped he’d turn around to see that you didn’t want him to go. But he didn't.

It was just you and Harrison now, “I’m okay, I suppose” You avoided looking at him, suddenly uncomfortable now that you had the energy to be uncomfortable.

“You suppose?” You could feel Harrison’s gaze resting on you as you nodded slightly, “Well, angel. Let’s go for a walk and we can chat, yes?” You wanted to cut him off. Tell him your actual name. Bombard him with questions. But he was the King of Hell. You were taught to fear him.

You followed a pace behind him in the long halls, taking in the dark walls lined with candelabras, even though light streamed through the windows giving you a glimpse to the outside. It was light out but the ground was dark and sandy, cracking at some parts like the dry deserts you’d heard of on Earth but never visited. King Harrison walked leisurely through the halls, his hands shoved in his pockets but back straight and tall. You remember him telling you about hours that he’d spent working on posture alone as a teen. How his father had said “A King who slouches is no King at all” and he said that he’d never fully understood it.

“Do you have any questions, angel?” Harrison gaze had hardly left you. You’d gotten used to everyone calling you ‘angel’ although you would very much prefer your own name still.

“Only a couple, your highness” You replied sheepishly.

“Well, ask away”

“Why save me? And how long have I been down here? And why the flowers?” The words spill from your lips in a rush, it makes the King smile, a small chuckle slipping from his throat.

“Human time or realm time?” There was a softness in his voice. Something that made it lighter than you’d expect from a demon. It was… comforting.

“Human”

“You arrived here five human weeks ago” His smile faded and he became visibly uncomfortable with whatever was about to follow, the next words were spoken slowly, hesitation in each one, “You were in the basement of the castle for” he inhaled deeply “two human weeks” King Harrison cleared his throat. “And you were sick in your room for three of them” He finished, leaving you to ponder. It’d felt like much longer.

“My room?” You questioned. Your room. In the castle. In Hell.

“Your room, If you choose to stay, of course,” The King continued after giving you a moment to think over what he had said: “The flowers. Lilac coloured hyacinths. They’re apologetic” You nodded along.

“They were one of my mother’s favourite” You whispered. Either King Harrison didn’t hear you, or he didn’t acknowledge it. You continued, “And why did you bother saving me?”

“Ah right that well,” He cleared his throat, removing his hands from his pockets and clasping them behind his back, his eyes fell to his feet, “I’m rather drawn to you, angel. In a way that I can’t begin to explain. It’s not lust, although will not pretend that lust isn’t a portion of it. As you are um…” His confidence faltered, “The dress uh… I’m going to stop digging my own grave” You laughed at his sudden awkwardness and he did as well upon seeing that you had.

“Well, your majesty that’s very kind of you. However, you didn’t need to push off the conversation earlier. I don’t mind waiting, sir” You noticed how he cringed slightly at the formalities. You weren’t sure if he had done that while you were dying. You were too distracted by, well, dying, to notice.

“Actually the conversation was about you. In a way. It had started off about Iezebel, my wife as you know. And then Sam told me how you were doing. Just stuff about your fever and how it may have broken but he wasn’t sure. And then Harry brought you to us, so we no longer were unsure” You nodded. The halls grew silent apart from your steps, you in your own thoughts and the King in his. Both of you went to speak at the same time, you let him go first.

“What’s your name, angel?”

“Y/N,” You noticed how King Harrison’s eyes widened, immediately switching to a slightly furrowed brow before going back to an expression of content. The shift in expressions passed in a fraction of a second.

“Beautiful name. It suits you”

“Thank you, your highness” You paused for a second, allowing him to speak if you’d like to. “You are nothing like the King we learn of in heaven. At least, not from what I’ve seen so far. Pardon me for my assumptions”

“Oh no it’s perfectly alright, Y/N” He hesitates before saying your name, so used to calling you angel that it’s become habitual. “Tell me about the Kings you learn of?” He phrases it as a question.

“They say a lot of things. I’m not sure how much of it is true, granted it’s all were taught and were told to trust it. They say that they’re all terrifying and aggressive and ruthless”

“Some are” King Harrison chimed in, you acknowledged it with a nod but continued on.

“They always said that demons are nothing but bad. Not an ounce of good in them but not even angels are entirely good. Not a single angel has never done anything bad. So why would a demon be anything but?” You finish your small ramble and look up at the King as he goes to speak.

“There are demons like that. Ones that think with nothing but dark thoughts. My father was like that. Tom-” he swallows, “Tom is like that. Though he wasn’t always. He wanted to kill you as soon as you got here and I refused. When we were younger-” King Harrison cuts himself off. He seems as though he wants to continue, but doesn’t “That’s a story for another day” he says.

“And you? What are you like?” you ask after a moment of silence. Curiosity was ever growing in your mind.

It was a much more loaded question than you had intended it to be. That’s years- centuries- of insecurity and shame. Harrison knows it’s too much to unload on his first day of knowing you. Sure, he’s talked to you much before but this was the first time that he could really know about you. The first time talking with you rather than at you. He didn’t want to screw it up. Didn’t want to mess with the weird feeling in his stomach that he had. He knew it was good.

“Also a story that must wait. One day you’ll know” Harrison wasn’t even sure that he knew.

[hazinhoodies]

Mal en Point (part xii)

Koh!Harrison x Angel!Reader

A/N: so here is part 12! i’m so excited about this part. possibly my favourite line i’ve ever written is in this part and it’s cause it’s hilarious. interact to stay on the taglists. also yes i know i said the 11th. i got tired of waiting

Warnings: shitty puns, @wazzupmrstark thinks tom is hot in this part so prepare for that i guess

Word Count: 1.5k

Harrison thought over your conversation from a few days prior. He thought of the types of Kings you’d described and wondered if he’d ever be like them. The softball-sized flame in his hand flicked and crackled as he thought of what you’d said, your voice replaying in his mind.

What are you like?

What a heavy question that was. Harrison knew what his father was like. Ruthless and cruel, the idealistic King of Hell. Harrison couldn’t think of a single demon who disliked the way his father reigned. His grandfather was almost as well like as his father. The only thing that separated them was the way they responded to Heaven.

At 2,655 human years, or 9 realm years, Harrison could remember his father spending hours on end planning on attacking heaven. He wasn’t sure how long before that he’d be planning but when it came time to enact, it fell through.

Despite the demons that were lost, Hell still honoured him for trying.

Four realm years later, King Frederick got sick. They suspected it was something that he got in Heaven that sat dormant in the demons system for the time between his return and his diagnosis.

And then five realm years later, he died. A week after that, Harrison was coronated, given no time to grieve.

He cursed himself when the flame went out, only to look over at Dom who was smiling wide.

“My King. That was the best you’ve ever done. I think we can start to move on”

--

Harry’s elbow was linked with yours as the two of you wandered the halls. You walked leisurely, guiding wherever the two of you went while Harry said what halls you’d already been down, what rooms were off limits, and kept light conversation. He was just as curious about heaven as you were of Hell.

You’d been silent for a moment now, Harry seemed to notice.

“What’s on your mind, Y/N?” He looked at you curiously, wondering what was going on inside the head of a being meant to be so innocent who was in a place the polar opposite.

“Can we go outside of the castle?” You looked over at him as the two of you slowed to a stop.

“I don’t think you’re quite ready for that” Harry shook his head. “Or rather, Hell isn’t ready for you. Contrary to what you’d think, the demons outside the castle are much worse than most of us inside. They wouldn’t be very welcoming to you, especially if they found out you were an angel. Wait until your wings grow in, it’ll be easier then” You could only nod as you started walking again, arm still hooked with Harry’s.

“Harry” A voice rang from down the hall and Harry turned around, making you do the same. You watched as Tom approached, back straight, wings stretched wide off his back, his eyes red and puffy. Even from so far away you saw his fists and jaw clenched, his palms reddening as he recognized you.

“Why isn’t she downstairs?” Tom glared at you, staring daggers into your soul.

“King's orders. You can’t do anything about it Tom” Harry spoke nonchalantly, you appreciated him defending you but still felt small under his gaze, “What do you need, Tom?”

Toms eyes never left you, he was fuming.

“It can wait. Find me when you’re not babysitting” Tom turned on his heel and headed off down the hall you had just come from.

“Babysitting?” You mumble to Harry as you hear a door slam down the hall.

“No, just. Ignore him” Harry shakes his head as he pulls you down the hall and down a flight of stairs to explore another floor of the castle that seemed to get larger and larger the more you wandered.

—

“Harrison, what the fuck” Tom shouted after the door shut behind him.

Harrison shut the book he was reading quickly and shoved it back on the shelf before turning around, hoping that Tom didn’t notice the copy of Angelic History from 300 B.C. to 1500 A.D. He’d already read everything up until then except they were missing the copy for 2100 B.C to 300 B.C so there are800 years he’d never know about.

“Hm?” Harrison’s voice was much calmer than Toms. He started to walk down an aisle of books, knowing perfectly well that Tom would follow. “What’d I do this time to piss you off?”

“Why the fuck is there an angel wandering the halls of the royal castle of Hell?” He made sure to articulate a few words more harshly than others. Including fuck, angel, wandering, royal, and Hell. Although nothing about the phrase was cheerful. All of his words were spat.

“She’s not wandering, she’s got Harry”

“Oh yeah, cause a babysitter will help if she decides to do anything rash”

“He’s more of a tour guide if you ask me” Harrison thumbed through the books, he’d already read most of them but still pick them up, read -or at least glanced at- the summaries and then put them back.

“Cut the shit, Harrison. What are you doing?” Tom cut Harrison off.

“What do you mean?” He was tempted to give Tom another snarky remark but decided against it. Tom was clearly angry and Harrison didn’t want to push it any further. He put back Pride and Prejudice, glancing at Tom as he pulled out The Great Gatsby and reading the summary.

“What’s gotten into you, Harrison? You’ve let some random angel into our realm, who knows what she’s going to do. We don’t even know why she’s here” Tom gestured as he spoke. First towards the door and then wherever he could, nearly hitting his arm off the shelves.

“Tom she doesn’t have her wings anymore, she can’t do anything even if she wanted to”

“You don’t know that-“

“I do” Harrison cut Tom off, his voice was still calm despite the fact that inside he was caught somewhere between fuming anger and enraging self-doubt. Harrison turned towards Tom, “I know. Because I’ve read about it” Harrison maintains eye contact with Tom and hopes that he’ll break it first. Harrison had always been a debater, willing to back up anything he says with some sort of proof. Which is why it doesn’t come as a shock to Tom that he knows if the angel can or can’t do anything. Tom can feel his anger starting to get the best of him. Instead of trying to calm down, he’s nearing boiling over.

“Okay but that still doesn’t explain why you just allow her to walk around the castle with only Harry as some form of supervision? I don’t understand where you’re coming from”

“You never do-“

“What are you in love with her or something?” Tom blurts it out. It was meant rhetorical and sarcastic but when Harrison’s eyes finally break contact with Tom’s to stare at the spines of books as he starts to chew on the inside of his cheek, Tom realizes he’s hit something.

“No- I’m not- It’s just- I” Harrison stumbles over his words, unsure of how to defend himself.

“Mate. You can’t seriously think you love her. You hardly know her. That angel’s been nothing but your little diary for the last few weeks and suddenly you think you love her? Harrison, your wife” Tom pauses for a second. Inhale, exhale, continue. “Your wife just died, and suddenly you think you’re in love with some angel who happened to be there when she did? That’s not-” Tom finishes his sentence with a sigh, but Harrison knows what he means. It’s not right, and even if they are demons, there are some things even they don’t do. He takes a deep breath and looks back at Tom.

“It’s not love. Okay, Tom? I don’t know what it is but it’s not the same feeling I had with Iezebel”

There was a long moment of silence.

“You really have no clue what you’re doing” Tom mutters, laughing to himself and crossing his arms over his chest.

“What?” Harrison looks at Tom. Full offence written all over his face while Tom continues to chuckle.

“Everything that you’re doing as King it’s just-” Tom shakes his head lightly, “What would the other demons think of what you’re doing? You know, the general population? The ones you rule over? Yeah, those ones” Tom was taunting Harrison.

“Oh and Iezebel! If she could see you now imagine how angry she’d be with you. Or your father? The greatest King we’ve ever had? And to see his only son keeping an angel in the castle? His ONLY SON who can hardly make a flame? Disappointing”

Heat had long since risen to Harrison’s face and ears. They were deep red, his fists clench and chin jut out. While Tom…

He seemed light as air.

“Honestly I would be too. I can only imagine what he thinks” Harrison looked up at Tom as he finished. Tom was shaking his head. How could someone so weak be King?

As Tom left the library he could only think that Harrison didn’t deserve to be King. He didn’t deserve half of what he got and yet it was still his.

Everything was his.

No one got a say if it wasn’t.

[hazinhoodies]

Mal En Point (part ix)

Koh!Harrison x Angel!Reader

A/N: Hello! it’s here! idk why my parts are so short recently but uhhh idk.

Warnings: talk of death, angst, 

Word count: 922

“Shes dead, your majesty”

“What do you mean she’s dead?” Harrison’s voiced was somewhere between fear, confusion, and worry, on the verge of cracking but he didn’t care. His wife was dead.

“The hounds. They attacked her” 

“Why?” It felt like tunnel vision. Nothing existed or mattered outside of what this guard was telling him.

“We’re not sure, your majesty. We couldn’t hold them back. I’m very sorry” The guard, Amaros, spoke slowly, his breath finally regulated.

“Sorry doesn’t bring her back, now does it?” Harrison stormed off, Harry following in close tow.

“Uh your highness don’t you think-” Harry started.

“Go away, Harry. Do something useful”

“I would argue that comforting you after your wife’s untimely death is useful” Harrison stopped in his tracks, turning to Harry.

“Quite frankly, I don’t care what you think” Harrison spat the words, “Go do something else, I’m sure there are a billion things that should be done” He turned around and headed further down the hall, taking the stairs at the end all the way down.

Harry wasn’t sure whether he truly meant what he’d said. They’d grown up as best friends and he knew the sudden change in tone between them was awkward for Harrison. It was for him too, but he was taught to treat a King as a King, and Harrison being King doesn’t change that.

He’d be damned if he ended up like his brother.

Tom was jealous of Harrison. Only Tom and Harrison didn’t know it, but there’s no doubt that that’s what it was. Tom had always wanted power, always dreamt of being King as a child, though that would never happen. It wasn’t his bloodline. Frederick and Dom had thought that the two of them growing up together would make things easier as King and right hand. It had for them.

Oh, how they couldn’t be more wrong.

They got along when they were young, yes. Couldn’t have been better friends. The pair might as well have been attached at the hip, they were so close. But after Harrison was coronated, things changed. Harrison had tried to keep them the same, the same close relationship that they had always had, but after so long of trying to maintain it, with no help from Tom, he stopped trying. He gave up on the friendship. Tom was jealous -no, envious- of Harrison.

Tom was envious, bitter, upset, everything he hadn’t been before. As Harry walked by Toms room, he thought he heard quiet sobs through the heavy doors. He should’ve knocked, but decided against it, he’d never seen his brother so dishevelled. Tears ran down Tom’s cheeks. To say Hary was shocked in an understatement. Demons don’t cry.

--

“I’m back” Harrison spoke as he took a seat on the ground in front of you. You groaned internally, this was going to be a conversation, You weren’t sure you had the energy for it but replied anyway. Your father had raised you to be respectful, not that hat helped much while you were down here. Nor did it help with the guilt that came with trying to be banished

“I see that” You cringed slightly at the way your voice sounded; raw, broken, and tired. All of which you felt you were as well. Harrison remained silent for a moment, he started at his hands as he fiddled with his fingers.

“My wife is dead” He didn’t look up. You took a moment longer to look at him, try and get a sense of what he was feeling. It took more energy than you would have liked.

“And yet you don’t grieve”

That made him look up at you. His brows were furrowed, a frown on his lips, but still conveyed nothing but confusion. “That’s not true” Something about his tone made him sound childlike, “She was my wife, I loved her. And some hounds just decide to rip her apart? They’re supposed to protect the King. I don’t think killing his wife is exactly a good way to do that”

“You’re upset, but not grieving. Not the same way others would for their dead love” You weren’t sure where you pulled this energy from, but you knew you shouldn’t be exerting it like you are.

Harrison paused for a moment longer, contemplating. “Explain, angel”

So you did. You explained how for most, a dead wife would be the end of everything for them. To lose someone they care so deeply about. It may be slightly different from angels and humans but that most creatures react the same way. How someone else may have isolated themselves, but the first thing he did was come talk to you about it.

The sudden burst of energy was running out as you were talking. You found yourself fading in and out of consciousness. You stopped in the middle of sentences to pause and regain some energy to finish what you were saying. After around the third time, Harrison spoke before you could carry on.

“Angel, do you want to die?” Harrison questioned. It seemed innocent enough, posed the same way someone would ask what was for dinner.

You shook your head, no. “I’ve come to accept it” Truthfully you didn’t want to die, but it was bound to happen. Even angels don’t live forever. You leaned your head against the wall and closed your eyes. You vaguely remember Harrison standing up and shouting at the guards before you slipped out once more.

“I don’t care what you have to do, just save her”

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[hazinhoodies]

Mal en Point (par xiii)

Koh!Harrison x Angel!Reader

A/N: uh i dont really know what i have to say about this

Warnings: some nsfw thought but nothing explicit, limited proofreading

Word Count: 1.8k

Despite his outburst in the library and the sudden confidence that seemed to come from it, Harrison felt no more like a King than he had before. He couldn’t stop thinking about what Tom had said and it was getting to him. His father would be disappointed in him. And Iezebel?

He doesn’t know what to think about what she’d think.

Harrison had long since questioned their love. He was certain that he’d felt something for her but now taking a step back, he wasn’t sure it was as strong as he’d initially thought. Harrison seems to have found plenty of time to speculate since her death.

Harrison paced the throne room. Truthfully he hated sitting in the throne. It didn’t feel right to him He’d only sat on it twice in his life; once as a kid when he playing whatever made up game with Tom and then at his coronation. He’d gotten in trouble for it the first time. His father told him that he wasn’t allowed to sit there until he was worthy. 

That’s stuck with him since.

With a sigh, Harrison hung his head back as his arms crossed over his chest. Inhale, exhale. He couldn’t let Tom’s words or his father’s voice in the back of his head get to him too much. He was King. Whether he liked it or not. There were always bigger issues or ones he cared more about to deal with.

“King Harrison” Harry got his attention, Harrison looks over to Harry, where you seemed to almost try and hide behind him, “Lilith needs someone to go and-“

“Can you do it? Just do whatever she needs you to” King Harrison had cut him off, it’d clearly taken him slightly by surprise as it took him a second to process before he started speaking again.

“Your majesty, I’m currently watching over Y/N. I don’t think it’s the best idea to leave her alone but bringing her would likely be worse,” Harry always spoke so formally. It sounded nice with his accent but sometimes made you uncomfortable that he never cracked.

Harrison looked between you and Harry for a second before speaking, “She can stay here. Harry, can you please deal with it?”

“Of course, your majesty,” Harry turned and nodded at you before starting to walk off.

“What. Harry no,” You whispered to him, hopefully, the King couldn’t hear you. Sure you’d talked to him before, but not since you’d talked about what you knew of demonic history. Since then, you had started to come more to your senses. You had reached an arm out to stop Harry, luckily it worked.

“Y/N you’ll be fine, you’ve talked to him before” Harry was calm while you muttered as many ‘no’s as you could fit into one breath, they only slurred together. “Hey, no. Yes, you’ll be okay. King Harrison is nice. He’s not Tom, he doesn’t hate you,” He tried to rationalize.

“Harry that’s the King,”

“And he’s not nearly as scary as you think he is. Y/N you already know so much about him. Just relax,” Harry stepped off again, pushing open one door. You watched as it shut, the thunk it had made confirmed that you were in fact in the throne room alone with the King. You felt the room tense slightly from your own nerves.

“Ang- Y/N. Are you alright?” Harrison spoke up as he stepped closer to you.

“Yes. Yeah, I’m okay, your highness,” Only partially true. Why would you tell the King of Hell that you weren’t entirely comfortable with him quite yet? You raised to be polite, no matter how much you’d resented most of your time in Heaven. You could’ve sworn you saw King Harrison flinch at the formality you’d used.

“I’m sorry about Harry having to leave you. I’m sure the two of you have grown quite close since you’ve woken up”

“I suppose we have,” You hate how silent the room is. Now that you didn’t have any more burning questions, you were hardly sure where to start with him. It feels different than when he would come down and talk to you. That time feels surreal, and you get a sense that you shouldn’t talk about what was said there.

“How are you feeling?” King Harrison stands awkwardly. Clearly unsure of what to do with his hands, he kept moving them around; clasped in front, in his pockets, clasped behind, on his hips, crossed over his chest, and then back into his pockets.

“Much better, your highness,” You smile politely.

“That’s good. That’s really good,” King Harrison replies and the conversation falls silent.

An awkward tension filled the air that neither of you could really quite decipher. You admired the walls and the windows, glass stained in the patterns of various people, humans, demons and angels alike. Harrison kept a close eye on you while you did so.

The windows depicted various events, not so different from the ones you’d seen in churches on earth when your father had dragged you to them. Demons with raven coloured wings holding small babies, a demon, an angel, and a human all standing holding a basket each but the human held a jar. You couldn’t tell what was inside without getting closer, they were too far. Your eyes were about to fall to the window next to it, you could tell that it was half black and red, the other half yellow and white, but your attention was grabbed by the door bursting open.

A boy sprints in, his hair was pale blonde, much like the King’s, his dark coloured wings looked much too big for his small body. There was no way he was more than 10 realm years old.

“Sir! King Harrison! Guess what guess what guess what!” The little boy doesn’t slow to a stop, instead, he jumps once to stop in front of the King while continuing to hop up and down in place, a wide grin spread on his lips, blue eyes filled with delight. They were a little darker than the Kings but still a bright blue.

“What?” King Harrison squats down so now he’s shorter than the boy.

“I finished it” The boy stops jumping but the ear to ear smile on his face never falters.

“Really?” Harrison says almost as excited as the little boy. His blue eyes brighter than ever as the boy nodded rapidly.

For the first time, you really start to admire the King. You couldn’t deny that he was attractive. The smile on his lips and the small dimple it places in his cheeks, the way that his nose was nearly straight from his brow to the tip. His arms rested on his knees, hands clasped together. His head was tilted up, extending his neck. You stopped yourself from thinking about what it’d look like with red and purple marks dipping below the collar of his shirt. Your attention went back to his lips. You wondered what they’d feel like on your own, and on your neck, your breasts, stomach and- you’d normally stop yourself from thinking this far.

But you’re already in Hell, aren’t you?

“Can you show me?” Harrison’s voice pulls you out of your thoughts, creating entirely new ones in your head about him. Ones that you would have certainly be banished for in Heaven.

The boy pulls out a thick book from behind his back, he certainly hadn’t had it before. He hands it to the King who takes it and thumbs through the pages for a second before looking back at the little boy, holding his hand up.

“Isaac, that’s amazing! That was so fast!” He praises the boy. Isaac, as you’ve now learned his name, high fives King Harrison. The whole interaction makes your heart warm. “I suppose we better go get you another book then, yeah?” King Harrison stands up and extends his hand for the boy to take. He looks at you for a moment, gesturing towards the door with his head as a way of asking you to follow. Isaac looks at you for a split second before turning his head back and ignoring you. You don’t blame him.

You follow the King and Isaac down the halls and up a staircase, then down another hallway. The whole time Isaac is mindlessly talking with King Harrison. Telling him about his brother and how he accidentally hurt him, but he only felt kind of bad. King Harrison said something about that being why Lilith had needed Harry. Isaac seemed ashamed over it but the King reassured him that it was alright. That these things happen, it’s okay that he doesn’t feel super horrible about it. Once again making your heart melt.

As you turned down the final hall, Isaac let go of Harrison’s hand and ran down the hall. He ran up to a door, one of the ones you hadn’t been in with Harry but Isaac seems to be very familiar with it. You notice how King Harrison smiles at the boys' excitement. King Harrison holds the door open for you, smiling at you as you enter, which you return.

There’s a small thunk when the door closes, you’ve noticed that all of the doors in the castle are heavy and wooden except for the throne room ones. You were too distracted by the immense amount of shelves filled with copious amounts of books to notice as Isaac runs down the aisle, blonde hair disappearing in the library.

“You seem overwhelmed,” King Harrison comments. He holds the book in his right hand but taps it on his left in a steady rhythm.

“Just a little, sir. There are more books in this room than I’ve seen in my entire life,” You nod as you speak to the King. This time you definitely see him react to you calling him sir. He didn’t seem to like it much.

“Well, I’m going to go put this back” He holds up the book, “Feel free to wander around, read anything you’d like”

You do. You wander the library, touching the spines of the books so carefully as to not break them. They probably wouldn’t but you wanted to be sure. You didn’t want to be responsible for breaking anything in Hell.

It’s when you come across a section with one book missing the middle of a set that you finally pick up a book. You were very familiar with these ones, you’d used them all through school.

Angelic history books. With no clue why they were in Hell, you checked the one that was missing. The same one no one in your class every got. Or in any class. They refused to teach you about those years.

2100 B.C. to 300 B.C.

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Mal En Point (part x)

Koh!Harrison x Angel!Reader

A/N: The last few parts have been short and i’ve been excited about this so here’s a gift. merry chrysler. PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK IM REALLY PROUD OF THIS PART

Warnings: uh bad jokes from Harry

Word Count: 1.4k

This was more light than you were used to. You weren’t sure where it was coming from but you squinted the second your eyes opened even the slightest. It was bright and annoying, it made you feel like you were back in heaven. For a second you thought you were. You were sure that you’d somehow ended up back in the one place you dreaded. A heavy sigh left your lips as you were about to get up. You opened your eyes and sat up, letting them adjust to the warm-toned light slowly, only to be slightly shocked by your surroundings.

You stare down at your own legs under a deep red duvet for much longer than any sane person would. You turn and look around the room, the walls are cream coloured, the mahogany furniture all clearly went together, any frames or handles were black. Your sheets and pillows were as well, which was a horrible idea. You weren’t sure how long you’d been in this bed, an actual, real, bed, but you could see your hairs left on the pillowcase.

Slowly you rose, your legs were a little wobbly as you walked around the large room. It was similar to how your parents' room used to look, just darker. You ran your hand along the smooth surface of the vanity, catching a glimpse of yourself in the mirror.

To say you were shocked would be an understatement. You were dressed in black, shorts and a shirt, and you liked it. The colour looked good on you, though you doubt it looked bad on anyone. It didn’t make you look sallow or blotchy despite how much paler you looked compared to when you first arrived. That wasn’t even the most of it. 

Your wings.

They were gone. You felt like they were still there. It felt like if you reached back you’d touch silky smooth feathers, but when you did, all that was there was air. You touched where the came out on your back and only felt your own soft skin. No marks.

Something bright grabbed your attention from the bedside table. You’d clearly missed it when you’d first gotten up but it was definitely there for sure.

A small vase, with about six flowers in it.

Lilac coloured hyacinths.

You touched the petals gently, not wanting to be too rough. The last thing you wanted was to break them, not as soon as you got them, not ever if you could help it. You wondered how long they’d survive in hell. How long they’d been sitting here, how much longer they could stay down here before they started to wilt. 

“Oh you’re awake” Harry’s voice spoke from behind you, it made you jump and you knocked over the vase. You had been so lost in your own thought that you hadn’t heard the door. Quickly, you picked up the vase but noticed the ripped purple petal between your forefinger and thumb. So much for that.

“Uh yeah. Yeah, I’m awake” You looked at him, but suddenly couldn’t think of anything to say. He seemed to get the message.

“You must have a lot of questions” You nodded, slowly at first but you quickly sped up. “Come on, sit down, we’ll talk” He gestured towards the bed and you sat cross-legged in the centre of it while he sat at the edge, facing you. “What first?”

“I don’t even know where to start, there’s so much--” You opened your mouth to continue but Harry spoke before you could.

“Go in order, when you first woke up to now. We can get to more later” Harry nodded as he spoke, his expression was hard to read but what you got was content. He didn’t look as though he desperately wanted to be somewhere else. He was just happy to answer your questions. It was kind of him.

“Okay uh…” You looked down at the bed, where the sheets were rumpled from you getting up, “Where am I?”

“Well, you’re still in Hell. Just a different part of the castle. Fourth floor, west wing”

“You have cardinal directions down here?” You didn’t have them in Heaven. There was no north because Heaven was an expansion. It went up, down, left, and right, in ways that no one but an angel could quite navigate. Cardinal directions can only apply to a two-dimensional concept. Which Heaven was not.

“No, I just make them up if I’m honest” He chuckled, a kind of laugh that made you smile. If it weren’t for your extreme disorientation, you likely would have laughed as well.

You paused again, looking over yourself. “How did I-” You started, deciding on a different response. “What happened to my dress? How did I get changed?”

“Uh your dress was washed but I doubt you’d want it back really, you’d stick out a lot. Lilith changed you out of it and into these, we had to keep you in shorts otherwise you could have gotten sick again or something like that. I don’t quite remember what Sam said” He shrugged, nodded and smiled as he spoke, it was very human for a demon. You suspected that he and Sam were close.

“Isn’t Lilith an actual sex demon and like, steals babies from people?” You recited what little you knew of the demon. Still very confused, slightly worried, but more confused. Who wouldn’t be in this situation?

“Yeah, but she only does it when people really deserve it. And she hasn’t done it since like, the third century. You’re fine, don’t worry. Lilith is actually really nice, you’d like her, I think” Harry was cheery. It was comforting to have someone like him around to orient yourself with. However, you start to question how other demons are, and how true what any of what you learned in school was.

You nodded slowly, not really understanding, but you definitely didn’t want to keep talking about it. “And my- my wings?” You reached back instinctively only to touch air. Air that did not feel nearly as warm as it did when you came to Hell or anytime after it for that matter.

“We uh- we had to clip them. King Harrison told us to save you no matter what it took so that’s what we did” He must have registered the look on your face. Hurt and worry and even more confusion. “They’ll grow back. So you might be in pain for a while and they’ll end up being uh demon wings but they’ll be back”

“Wait so am I… Am I a demon now?” You actively chose to ignore the part where Harrison told them to do anything to save you. Actions like that are out of character for the Kings you learned about.

“In a way. Not entirely but partially. You live down here now, angel”

“Y/N” You mumbled.

“Pardon?” Harry leaned in to try and hear you better.

“My name, it’s Y/N”

“Well then, miss Y/N, I’m sure the King would love to see you. If that’s okay with you of course”

You stared back at the flowers before nodding. Harry directed you to where clothes were for you and then told you to come out when you were done, that he’d be just outside the door. You slipped on one of the many black dresses, not really caring which it was, you weren’t even sure if they were different dresses in there.

It looked nice on you, you had to admit you were starting to like the black. It’d been less than 20 minutes and you already liked it much better than the white you’d worn for so long.

When you stepped out of the room Harry was right there, just as he promised he’d be.

“Well, Y/N. Are you ready to go see the King? After that, maybe finally experience Hell?” he spoke like one of those annoying tour guides you’d seen the few times you’d been to Earth. It made you laugh as you nodded. He placed a hand on your lower back and guided you gently. You could stop if you wanted, he was just being careful, “Then let’s go, shall we?”

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Mal En Point (part viii)

Koh!Harrison x Angel!Reader

A/N: part eight, hello. i’m really glad that you guys are liking this i’m so excited for you guys to see more of it. thanks to @wazzupmrstark for this moodboard but also for letting me tell her every single thing about this series that i’m excited about and that’s gonna happen. 

Warnings: talking of death

Word Count: 1.1k

Mal En Point

French, idiom

Direction translation: Bad in Point

Meaning: to be in a bad state.

Something that everyone thought of you when you were sinning in heaven. That you must be in a bad state of mind. But now you were in hell, and it was a billion times better than anytime you’d spent in heaven, except one memory with your mother and father, the one memory that was playing on repeat.

That one memory is what kept your mind off of the truly bad state you were in right now. You knew it’d happen. Fully anticipated it.

You were sick.

Your wings felt like nothing but weight on your back, you had no energy, you hadn’t been eating the food that you received, which was surprisingly good. You didn’t know what you looked like, but you could imagine it wasn’t pretty. Certainly not angelic. You likely had bags, and your skin was pale and blotchy. You didn’t even have enough energy to reply to King Harrison, who seemed to be spending any time he got down with you, talking about anything that was on his mind.

He talked about himself a lot. Probably due to the fact that you didn’t reply to him. He talked of his father and his childhood, the few things you could retain from those conversations made you realize that you weren’t too different from the other. Both the children of powerful people, who never seemed to be able to live up to the standards made for them.

Why he came to you, you weren’t sure. You thought that maybe it was because he knew you were dying, knew you wouldn’t be around long, so you were someone to vent to with no repercussions.

You were playing that one memory for what must be the millionth time.

Small feet propelled you off the marble flooring, surrounding angels stepped back with short gasps or apologies as you dodged around their legs until you found the ones you were looking for and wrapped your arms tightly around them. You father picked you up and you laughed. He looked so happy. Happier than you’d seen him since this memory. His eyes crinkled at the edges. You hoped he was doing okay up in heaven, hopefully he’s taking care of himself. Hopefully he’s been-

“Angel? Are you alright?” Harrison voice was soft. Softer than you’d expect from a demon.

You somehow muster the energy to nod, letting your eyelids close as you do. There’s no point in trying to fight it, you were dying, you knew this was going to happen. You welcomed it.

“You don’t look alright. Why are you lying?”

“I’m dying, your highness” You croaked out. Your throat was dry. It clearly took Harrison off guard. His response didn’t come until a few seconds later.

“How do you know?”

“I can feel it. I just know” You coughed, it made your muscles hurt. “I knew it’d happen soon” You opened your eyes again and looked at Harrison. He had his arms crossed over his chest as he stared down his feet, one of which tapped rhythmically. He didn’t look happy, if you were any closer you’d be able to see that his jaw was clenched and the lines on his forehead that appeared.

He pivoted on his heel and left the room, the heavy door slamming shut behind him, leaving you and your memory.

Your mother, she looked gorgeous and happy, opened a set of large doors, the same ones that you opened before being sentenced to hell. They seemed bigger. You faintly remember the click of the doors closing as she put you down and you immediately took off. You knew your father would be at the back of the main hall so that’s where you ran. Your wings were small nubs, the pristine white feathers had only just started to take shape.

You looked up at the faces that matched the legs that you ran by looking for your father, every face smiled down at you, all of them knew who you were. Finally finding the face you were looking for, you wrapped you small arms around your father's legs. He picked you up easily, your own laughter echoed in your ears. By the time you were settled on his hip, your mother was in front of you. He kissed her cheek and said something to her, something you couldn’t hear.

Your mother opened a large set of doors, the same ones you’d opened and been inside a million times.

And it repeats.

---

Harrison scouted the fourth floor library, searching through the history books he’d read so many times before. He couldn’t find anything that he needed and it frustrated him. There were pages missing in many of the books, some burnt, maybe what he needed was in there. He’d never know.

“Sir are you really sure about this?” Harry flips through the pages of a book, “I don’t think many demons will be pleased with you. Iezebel especially. She will be absolutely-“

“I know she will be.” Harrison cuts Harry off. “Frankly, I don’t care what she think at this point. I’m King. This is my realm”

“With all due respect sir, is this perchance slightly selfish? At all?” Harrison ignored the question. He would never be fully comfortable with Harry and Tom calling him ‘sir’, ‘your highness’ or anything of the sort. He grew up with them and the sudden formalities since his coronation felt unnatural, even if they mostly came from Harry. Harrison slammed the book shut and rushed off, Harry followed him, nearly tripping over his feet while trying to catch up.

“I don’t know how much longer she’ll be alive for. I don’t know how much time we have to figure out how to save her”

“Your highness” Harrison cringed slightly, “We’ve never saved an angel before”

“There’s a first time for everything, Harry” He stopped abruptly “Just get a few other people and have them search through every book we have, see if they can find something. But Iezebel and Tom cannot know” Harry nods “Harry I trust you”

“Yes, sir” He nodded and was about to turn, someone was shouting for Harrison as they ran down the hall.

“Your highness, it’s the Queen” He spoke between laboured breaths.

“What is it? What happened?” He looked to Harry who looked equally as concerned. Harry shrugged.

“She’s dead, your majesty”

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Mal En Point (part vii)

Koh!Harrison x Angel!Reader

A/N: hi so i am in fact watching who interacts with my fics so uh yeah interact or reply to stay on my taglist :) also i didn’t finish my hw (thats why this is REAL short) but maybe if i cry my teacher will give me a pity extension if not then guess i’ll die whatever

Warnings: talk of dying

Word Count: <500

It’d started.

You knew it’d happen soon, but it still took you by surprise.

When the feathers on your wings had started to grow back slower, you knew that you didn’t have much time left.

You slept more often when you could, so much so that you didn’t even notice that Harry and Tom had gradually stopped coming down to pull at your feathers until they had stopped entirely. Harry only came to bring food and chat occasionally. The food was better than you expected for what was essentially -no, literally- a prison to you.

Harry was nice, surprisingly, and funny. He always had a joke on hand, some better than others, but jokes none the less. The only demons you’d interacted with that were like the ones you’d been taught about were Tom, Iezebel, and Harrison. But even with Harrison, you couldn’t be sure about.

Speak of the devil, as if on cue he walks in, sits down on the ground, and rests his arms on his knees. The two of you stare at each other for a moment. You, in confusion and him? You couldn’t quite decipher his expression. His lips were pulled back, not quite a smile, more like a straight line, it made him look younger, the way it pushed his cheeks out made them seem chubbier than you knew they were. The silence is broken by Harrison as you raise your eyebrows and tilt your head towards him curiously.

“How are you, angel?” His tone was pleasant, you’d be lying if you said you weren’t confused by just about everything at the moment.

“Could be better” You spoke, giving no emotion other than a small furrow of your brow, though you weren’t even sure he’d notice in the dim lighting.

“How so?” Harrison’s expression didn’t change but his tone seemed mildly offended. So mild you weren’t sure you even heard it, but it was there.

“Oh you know if I wasn’t trapped in a cell” Sarcasm dripped off your voice.

“Darling, what did you expect when you came down here?” He chuckled, his voice nearly accusatory.

You shrugged. “Didn’t matter. Anything was better than heaven”

“Really that bad huh?”

You nodded. “You’re King. Your father was King. You should know better than anyone how much pressure being the child of someone in power can be” Harrison only nodded, averting his gaze to the floor. He mumbled something to himself that you couldn’t quite make out what it was.

“I’ll be honest, I don't really want to keep you down here” He looks back up at you, completely disregarding your side of being the child of someone in power. Though you couldn’t blame him, you wouldn’t want to talk about it either.

“Then don’t” You phrased it like a question and drew out the singular syllable of ‘then’.

“It’s not that easy, angel” He shook his head and pressed his lips together, the same way your father did just before he’d start thinking too hard, the only thing missing was the furrowed brow that created deep creases in his forehead

“You’re the King of Hell. Aren’t you the most powerful being in any realm? What is anyone else going to do about it?” You watched as an uncomfortable expression flickered across his face. It was only there for a second before it was gone.

Harrison stood up, brushing the dirt off of his pants, for the first time, he could see traces of something from you. He wasn’t quite sure what it was but he lied it he hoped it wouldn’t be the last. No angel would do anything to upset people, whether it be their peers, superiors or subordinates. But maybe it’s the fact that he is the King of Hell, maybe you expect more from him than he can give.

“Maybe you do belong here, angel”

Once again, no matter how much he didn’t like it, Harrison was resting on maybe.

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Mal En Point (part vi)

Koh!Harrison x Angel!Reader

A/N: bet y’all thought you’d seen the last of this! nah, it’s back, it won’t have a schedule though. uh i’m gonna start removing people from the taglist cause i’ve literally never seen half of the names there except on that list so uhhh sorry? interact to keep your name on it

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Harry had one foot out the door after bringing you food, he said he was going to be back in a moment but something had caught his attention. He glared at whatever it was, you could just barely see his lips moving, his face peeking out from behind his wing. Looking back at you, Harry’s mouth opened slightly before pressing his lips into a thin line and turning his head back to whichever demon, you’d decided it was a person, was out in the hall. Harry didn’t seem phased by whatever was being said to him, giving you no clues as to what the conversation with mystery-demon was about. He looked back to you for one second and nodded towards you, closing the door behind him.

The door opens again moments later, you expected Harry to come in but when you looked up you were met with the same striking blue eyes you had encountered who knows how long ago. You couldn’t tell anymore, you’ve accepted that.

Harrison squats down so he’s face to face with you. There’s a small growl from behind him, you notice the hound that must have followed him in, he definitely wasn’t there before. Harrison turns to look at the hound still squatted down, he says something to him. You recognize it to be Latin, but are unsure of what’s said. The hound whimpers and immediately lies down as Harrison turns his head back to you.

“So, angel, I really think it’s in your best interest to tell me why you’re here” Harrison looks over your wings as he speaks, taking note of the patchiness.

“I have. Came here because I wanted to” Your voice is monotonous as you speak the same words you’ve said so many times already.

“I am a King, and you will address me as such” he speaks, you look up at him, your gaze challenging his as his eyes went red.

“Sorry. I came to hell because I wanted to, your majesty” There’s a hint of sarcasm behind the words, but not nearly as much as when you’d first met him.

“Better” He mumbles. There’s a moment of silence and you can tell he’s thinking of what to say. “So you really just came here on your own? No one sent you down here to spy on us or anything of the sorts? You deliberately sinned?” You noticed how soft his voice was, he was curious, not interrogating like Tom and Harry, mostly Tom, had been earlier.

“Yes, your highness. No one in heaven has ever sent anyone down to spy on hell. They considered it too damaging”

“And what do you think of it, angel?” Harrison tilted his head.

“I haven’t seen much of it but it doesn’t seem half as bad as it’s made out to be, your majesty”

“So why’d you sin?” Harrison ignored the way you spit the title, his brows were furrowed. “Isn’t heaven supposed to be so wonderful and perfect?”

“Heaven fucking sucks” You spat out, muttering a “your majesty” when you realized that you hadn’t said it. “Everything is white and everyone’s too nice but they also complain constantly. Quite frankly, it’s boring. It was okay for the few hundred years that I could remember but quickly became dreary” You were telling him the truth. Most of it at least. Everything you said was true but you excluded some details that no one needed to know but you. Not until you were out of this room.

He contemplated longer, he worried the inside of his lip with his teeth. You couldn’t sense anything but confusion off of him. You weren’t sure if it was his, your own, or both.

“I believe you”

His eyes faded from the red they had been into the icy blue you had seen before as they met yours. You scanned his face, looking for a trace of any emotion but you couldn’t find any, quite certain that your own features were the polar opposite. You could feel how furrowed your brows were, and how your jaw had immediately slacked at the comment, lips parted in disbelief.

Definitely not what you expected. His expression only changed moments before he stood up. The corner of his lips curved into a smirk, only furthering your confusion and bafflement with the King of Hell. He stood up and left the room, leaving you with more questions than answers.

Why did he believe you?

You didn’t know what to expect when you came to Hell, part of you thought it would be much worse than this. Maybe you’d immediately get sent to whatever ring was appropriate for you. Where do fallen angels go once they’ve fallen? Apparently to the basement of the castle, or at least in your case they did.

Harrison walked along the halls, he’d always known them well. There were rooms that he wasn’t allowed in until got older but he’d never once gotten lost, by accident at least. He’d hidden multiple times from his father, Tom’s father, and anyone else who was sent to find him.

He was 4,690 when he was told that his future wife was moving in. As soon as he was dismissed by his father, he ran. Sprinted through the halls, not thinking of where he was going until he stopped and recuperated, having to figure out where he’d run to by his surroundings.

He stayed there.

Stayed for hours, hidden in a small corner of the library of that floor. He stayed, reading anything he could find. Human books, ridiculous ones about vampires and werewolves, he put that back pretty early on. Other ones about different thoughts of what Hell was like, which he’d laugh at their ridiculousness at times, he’d even started reading about angelic history. To this day, Harrison didn’t know how they got those books, but it was interesting. He read about the Patriarchs in heaven, the Pope on earth, and about their perception of Hell.

But he wasn’t running this time. He wanted to no doubt, but he knew he couldn’t. He was King now. His feet guided him to the room he spent every moment of spare time that he had in. It was embarrassing, he could barely elicit a spark from his palms when he’d first been coronated. Now he had a small flame, it only lasted a minute and was not much bigger than that of a single wicked candle, but it was better. Improvement.

Every King was supposed to be more powerful than the last. Harrison felt extremely underwhelming in comparison to those who’d come before him. Tom could do more than him, Harry as well.

He felt like a disappointment.

To the crown.

To his family.

To Tom, Harry; his friends.

To all of Hell.

To Iezebel.

So as he entered the grey-stoned room, face to face with Dom, he had to take a deep breath and prepare himself for possible embarrassment. Maybe today would be a good day. Maybe he’d be able to make a larger flame. Maybe. Harrison was resting on maybe.

Fifteen minutes in, he did. A blowtorch sized flame came out of his palm and was gone in less than a second, likely due to his own shock. But then it was back, and it stayed.

Dom was shocked too, his face expressed nothing but joy. “Well done, King Harrison. If we keep going, maybe it will get better”

It only got a little bigger from there, but he could hold it much longer than he could his single wick.

Harrison smiled. He was tired of maybe.

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Mal En Point (Teaser)

KOH!Harrison x Angel!Reader

A/N: wow look at that amazing moodboard made by @wazzupmrstark thank you so much Kaili!! Hi so this is my next series :) hopefully, it goes well and you like it. I don't know when the first full part will come out (its written already but still). PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS IF ME TALKING BAD ABOUT THE CATHOLIC CHURCH MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE! I will always tag these as mepseries so please block it if you don’t want to see it

Word count: 326 (its a teaser for a reason)

Warnings: shit talking the catholic church, poor word choice

Summary: Heaven fucking sucks

How could anyone stand it in heaven? Everything is so white and bright, it’s blinding. Though maybe there was a reason for that. Nonetheless, it was exhausting. You were tired of faking smiles every morning, pretending like you weren’t drowning in the overbearing politeness from everyone. It didn’t seem real. None of it did.

It made you sick.

Heaven was definitely not where you should be. It all felt like a fever dream. You were sent to the wrong place. Must have been. Well. You weren’t. You were a good person. You don’t like lying, didn’t enjoy seeing people overly upset, they were ideas that over time you had learned to love.

You couldn’t help but think that everyone in heaven was just weak. They trip and burst into tears as if it’s the end of the world and they’ll die any second from hardly a scratch on their elbow. It takes less than an hour for any injury fully heal and you wouldn’t even have a scar. But Hell?

Hell seemed wonderful.

Demons who were cold blooded despite the blazing heat that surrounded them. Where people wouldn’t cry about everything. Even just the fact that everything wasn’t fucking white. You’d only seen it in renaissance paintings from Earth while you went through school. Even still.

The idea was enticing.

You’d heard the stories. Everyone had. Stories of the king of hell, who was so powerful that if he decided to destroy heaven one day, he could do so before breakfast. You heard the clergy talk about it. Fearful that he may decide to do so one day. The thought excited you. A change in environment, change in people. Suddenly, what everyone else feared, became your daydream. Merely the thought of the dark colours, black and reds, made your heart jump and your lips curve into a smile.

It was then that you promised that one day, someday, it would happen.

You would fall from heaven.

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Mal En Point (part i)

KOH!Harrison x Angel!Reader

A/N: this is just the series moodboard now because i love it that much (made by @wazzupmrstark in case you were wondering, she’s amazing) find the teaser in my masterlist :)

Warnings: shit talking the catholic church

Word Count: 1.6k!

You had to think about what would get you out the fastest. Any sin would for sure but it could take a while. You could wear shatnez and it’d take at least a month for anyone to even notice, and even longer for you to be reprimanded. Seven deadly sins it is.

Envy, Gluttony, Greed, Lust, Pride, Sloth, Wrath. They’d get you banished faster than you could list them off. It was difficult for you to be envious of anyone in heaven. You didn’t want anything that they had. Whether it was tangible or not, you resented Heaven, so the other six would have to do.

Committing multiple deadly sins is punishable by death, rightfully so, they are the deadly sins after all. Death wasn’t something you wanted. You wanted to get to Hell. Have t=for as long as you could remember. Long enough for it to matter.

For one month, you ate everything in sight, definitely more than you should’ve. It was almost difficult, it made you feel sick for the first days as your body adjusted to its new diet. Your birthday passed. You accepted the gifts and gave little thank you, except to those that were truly amazing, which there never was. Lust had seemed difficult at first, not wanting to bring another person down with you, you opted for your own hand. Whatever works. There were days when you never left the house. Stayed in, too lazy to go out. People began to notice when you raised your voice at the man who had accidentally bumped into you and apologized immediately. As well as when you yelled at a mother who couldn’t seem to get her child in control. Admittedly, you had felt guilty at first. But this was a good thing. You were sure of it.

It went against everything you had ever been taught growing up. Your father, being a clergy member, denied any of what you were doing.  He refused to believe that his daughter could be anything but perfect. You knew the clergy was watching. They always did. Especially once people had stopped talking to you and had started talking about you.

A modern day Lucifer. You’d heard it yourself, while other angels’ eyes fell upon you, your head held high, shoulders pushed back, chin up, wings spread wide behind you.

You held yourself higher the more you heard your name fall from people’s lips and slip into others ears, you took pride in how you looked. Pride. The sin that had sent Lucifer himself down to the fiery pits of Hell. He knew he was pretty, you did too. Could that really be that bad?

Your cold stares and pursed lips towards others only changed when you had been called upon to present yourself to the clergy and justify your action. Your smile grew wide.

You entered the clergy’s office. The large white doors were heavy, the gold handle was cold against your skin. Everything was cold in heaven.

Inside you were met with a long hallway, doors almost exactly like those you had just entered were at the end of the marble pillar-lined hallway. People rushed in and out of various doors on the edge of the room, behind the lines of pillars.

You started up at the painted ceiling. A blue sky painted with every member of the clergy. You picked out your father easily, even from the high ceilings. In his arms was you. It’d been painted thousands of years ago, when you were nearly 150 years old, 6 months old in human years, your wings were centuries away from growing in. Time passes fast in Heaven and Hell. One year in either realm equated to 295 human years. You never understood why you always counted in human years.

You smoothed out your dress as one of the workers escorted you to the large doors in the back. You didn’t need an escort, it was the end of the hall. Besides, you’d been here a billion times as a child.

The golden inlays in the door reflected the light as the opened before you reached it you forced your wings to stay still, fighting the urge for them to flutter excitedly. You entered the room, stepping up onto the small platform in the centre of the room, before the five men who sat at desks that towered over you. In the centre, your father.

“Did you get promoted, father?” You smile up at him, your voice echoed off the walls, making it seem louder than it actually was.

“I wish it was permanent Y/N” He used your full name. Normally he’d call you sweetheart, ducky when you were younger, but occasionally more recently. His favourite was Dove, or Little Dove. You couldn’t pinpoint when he’d started using it, only that he used it more than your real name. “It’s only because this case has to do with you” It was hard to tell from how far away you were, but his eyes were glassy, his eyes red rimmed, his cheeks starting to flush a similar colour. He thanked God that he was far enough away that you couldn’t tell.

The man on his right, Patriarch Abraham, turns to him, you see him say something but you can’t hear what’s said. You notice that your dad’s wings drop for a split second before he fixes his posture, turning towards you.

“Y/N Y/L/N” His voice booms over the room, it hurts your ears slightly. “You’ve been summoned to justify your crime of sinning to the third degree” his voice cracks on ‘sinning’. You never thought about your impact on other people’s lives. But this is all you’ve wanted for centuries. Even if you did care, you’re far too deep now to turn back.

“You have been charged on account of gluttony, greed, lust, sloth, wrath, and pride. How do you plead?”

You know that they know everything. No matter what you say, you’ll get punished. Banished. You take in a deep breath; “Guilty”

Your father shakes his head. Even from so far away you can tell that he’s upset. He probably- no, definitely -prayed that it wasn’t true. That these accusations were meant for someone else.

“You are aware that committing even one of the deadly sins is punishable by banishment to Earth. You would have your wings clipped and be forced to live among the human race” Patriarch Isaac spits out from his desk to your left, the platform spins so you’re directly facing him, his voice continued to echo through the room.

“Yes Patriarch Isaac I am aware”

“Then why do it if you know what the repercussions are?” Patriarch Jacob speaks just as angrily. The platform spins again, your eyes meet his.

“Sir I-“ The platform spins again, you grip the railing and tuck in your wings as they almost catch wind, nearly knocking you over.

“Do you know how this looks on your family? You’ve tarnished the name” Patriarch Richard.

“Sir” It spins once more, you think you might get whiplash if everyone starts shouting over each other like they seem to be so close to doing.

“Do you know how this looks on all of us Ms. Y/L/N?” Patriarch Abraham.

The platform spins back and forth between various desks. All five of the Patriarchs seated above you start shouting. You can hear bits of what everyone saying, piecing together full sentences. The aggressive spinning hurts your head, it feels difficult to breathe.

“Even Lucifer had never committed all seven”

“We haven’t had third degree sinning in multiple millenniums Y/N what have you done”

“You should be banished”

“You are not the daughter I raised” Your father’s voice is heard over the others as they stop. The platform stopping just in front of him you take a deep breath. You fix your hair and ruffle your wings, attempt to get the feathers to lay more comfortably.

“I’m sorry father” He only sighs in response, picking up the quill. He rubs his temple as he stares down at the desk.

“I suppose that perhaps we could reduce the punishment due to the specifics of this case”

“You know we can’t do that. She’s your daughter. It’ll be favouritism” Patriarch Isaac speaks up You expect the platform to turn but it doesn’t. “If anyone else had crimes as severe of these, they would be executed or banished to Hell without a second thought. Left for King Frederick to handle”

“Maybe she can just be banished to Earth? We can-“ He was pleading, cut off by Patriarch Abraham.

“We cannot”

“Father, do not treat me differently than others purely because I am your daughter. I acted out. I sinned. I deserve the banishment” You kept your face stoic. You watched as your father inhaled, signing the paper, the other four signed something on their desks as well.

“Y/N Y/L/N. You have hereby been banished to Hell. Effective by Midnight tonight” A loud bang rung through the room. You nodded, biting back a smile as the platform spun once more, practically forcing you off of it and out the door, where you were escorted out of the building.

You glanced up at the ceiling, the one you’d memorized every detail of. But for the first time, something seemed off about it, you couldn’t quite pin it. You stared at for as long as you could before you were out of the building, etching it into your mind and trying to spot any difference from the one you remembered, but you couldn’t

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Mal En Point (part iii)

Koh!Harrison x Angel!Reader

A/N: Hi!!! I’m in virginia right now but i’ll be back tomorrow! If you’ve added yourself to my taglist (or asked to be added) since part two has been posted then you’ll be tagged in the next one (i’m just scheduling this one at the same time as part two) also i’m so gay for Iezebel wow

Warnings: i promise harrison gets nicer

Word Count: 1.3k

Footsteps echoed off the walls of the hallway, you and the two men walking in step, their hands on either of your arms. Your steps were quieter, the small sound bounced off the walls milliseconds after the heavy steps of the brown and auburn-haired men. The hall seemed to go on forever.

You felt small as you took in your surroundings. The high ceilings, supported by walls of dark coloured brick while chandeliers hung from them, illuminating the corridors in the same warm light you had woken up in. Large windows sat close to the ceiling, perhaps if there was more light from wherever they led to, the hall would be much brighter. The white dress you still wore stood out harshly against everything else. Your wings were much brighter than anything around you. The two men, demons most evidently, pulled you around a corner. Two more people opened up the large double doors at the end of the hall as the three of you approached, closing them once you were inside the room.

The doors were nearly the same as the ones you had entered hours ago for your trial. The gold inlay was the same, or close enough to it that you couldn’t spot any immediate differences. You rather liked it against the smooth black. Much preferring it over the white you had been forced to live in your entire life.

“Sir” The brown haired boy spoke once the doors and shut with a loud bang behind you. He sounded bitter, the single syllable was spat out, you could only assume it was harsher than he had intended it to be. He got the attention needed though, The figure of what was mostly black wings around the same size as your own had turned towards you, pausing his conversation with a woman, a crown atop her head. You instantly knew she was Queen, dressed regally, but not the baroque fashion you had seen in school, it was very seductress. You felt chills run up your spine as her dark eyes trailed over your figure.

The man that had turned towards you, you could only assume he was the king. He stood taller than everyone else in the room, blonde hair neatly styled underneath a crown so heavy looking, you were surprised at how he was able to remain standing straight. You kept your shoulders back as he crossed the room in large strides, despite the increasing desire to make yourself smaller. The woman stayed near the back, her arms folded.

“What do we have here?” He spoke, a small smile pulled at his lips, you stared back up at him, unanswering, his blue eyes held your gaze, you could see there was something much darker behind them. He looked up at the two men, “Tom, Harry. You guys can go, thanks”

“Are you sure?” One of them spoke from behind you. It was a new voice so it must have been the auburn haired one. The King nodded. You stayed unmoving as you heard the same heavy doors slam shut.

“It’s a shame you go sent here” He takes your chin in his hand and tilts your head up, cocking his own to the left as he examines your features. “Earth would have adored you”

“What did she even do to get sent down here?” The woman speaks up, sauntering over to you. Her eyes were entirely black, her olive skin smooth and nearly flawless. Plump lips, prominent collar bones, well defined eyebrows. An image of perfection. The top half of her hair was in three french braids that became one after passing under the crown, the bottom half curled over her shoulders. “We haven’t had an angel in eons. And what’s your name sweetheart”

“Y/N” Your voice was quiet, scratchy from not having talked for so long.

“Hm. Pretty” She smirked “I assume you know where you are and who we are. They must teach you something useful up in heaven”

You looked over at her, opening your mouth to speak. The King released your chin. “I’m not a child. You don’t have to speak to me as one”

“You’d think they’d have taught you some manners up there” She scoffs. She’s about to quip back at you but the King lays a hand on the small of her back.

“Iezebel, darling. Why don’t you go get ready for dinner and I’ll be there as soon as I can” He pressed a kiss to her temple, her features softened immediately and a smile found its way onto her lips. She nodded and exited the room. “ ‘s just you and me now angel”

“You know for a King you really don’t seem like one” You blurt out. It was obvious that he was king, but you had an inkling that it was faked confidence that he carried himself with. Now that it was only you and him, you felt like you could feel him. Even without the two of you touching. It was almost like you could sense what he was feeling.

“What was that?” His voice is cold, brows furrowed creating deep creases in between them.

You shrug. “They taught us all about this man named King Frederick up in heaven. Said he was so powerful that he could destroy heaven before breakfast if he chose to do so. They also think he still reigns. And you clearly aren’t him”

The King chuckles. He leans down so he’s closer to eye level, his wings expanded off his shoulders “I’m King Harrison. And you’re in my realm now. So, angel, are you going to make this easy for me and tell me why you’re here or will I have to force it out of you”

“I got myself banished. I wanted to” You tell him. There’s no point in pretending this isn’t what you wanted.

Harrison laughs “Sure you did. Why are you really here sweetheart? I don’t want to hurt you but I’m not above getting the two men who came in here with you to do it for me” He stared down at you, his facial expression cold and eyes an icy blue despite how hot it was around you and everywhere you’d been so far.

“I’m telling the truth. I came here on my own. I got myself banished on purpose” Harrison clearly didn’t enjoy that answer. His jaw clenched and his wings flicked once, sending a rush of air in your direction. A short relief of the heat you had to adapt to eventually.

“We haven’t had an angel fall in nearly a hundred and four thousand years. Only Lucifer and his angels before that. Never had any of them wanted it” He spat. “Now are you going to tell me the truth? Thought angels aren’t supposed to lie” Harrison was evidently upset with you. It almost made you giddy; being able to make the King of Hell this upset with you.

“We aren’t. Which is why I am telling the truth” You paused for a moment, trying to read his expression with no luck. You decided to provoke him further, it could possibly be a horrible decision but you’d never know unless you did. “Or maybe I am lying. And maybe that’s part of the reason why I’m here. How would you know your majesty?”

You watched as he clenched his jaw repeatedly, his adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed. All the while you maintained eye contact.

“Harry. Tom” He shouted, still holding your gaze. The sudden loudness shocked you, his voice booming. You heard the door open but nothing else. Harrison finally broke eye contact, looking over you towards the demons at the door. “Take the angel away. I’ll deal with her later. I’m already late enough and Iezebel will not be pleased”

You felt familiar hands on your arms and you complied easily, following them down endless halls into what you could only assume was the basement.

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Mal en Point (part ii)

Koh!Harrison x Angel!Reader

A/N: i leave for virginia early tomorrow morning (literally 330 wtf) so yeah. i was gonna say that this might seem like a filler except for the end but it shouldn’t so thats for you to decide i guess. moodboard by @wazzupmrstark also she said that this is sad and thats the most emotion ive ever seen from her so. Here you go. If you want to do the math for how old people are, take the number and divide it by 295 :)

Warnings: angst

Word Count: 1.2k

You arrived at home and wandered the halls, having nothing to do to otherwise. You wondered why you hadn’t been banished immediately, it’s not like you could take anything with you and why would any angel in their right mind want to keep someone who causes havoc in their precious realm? You found yourself in the kitchen when you heard the door slam shut.

“Y/N” Your fathers' voice echos through the house, much as it had during your trial, his tone filled with something between anger and disappointment.

“Yes, father?” You leaned against the marble countertop of the kitchen island where the pale pink camellias sat, mixed in with lilac coloured hyacinths. You ran the soft petals through your fingers.

Your father entered the kitchen, running a hand through his hair. He stopped on the other side of the island and drummed his fingers against the counter. He looked stressed. You could see that he was sucking on his teeth and looking anywhere but at you. You felt a small twinge of guilt that passed a moment later.

“I don’t- I” He stuttered out, still averting his gaze from you. “I don’t know what to do little dove. They won’t budge. I still don’t believe that it was you but they won’t let me prove that it wasn’t” He met your eyes, his voice dropped to a whisper “I can’t lose you too”

That hit harder than you had expected. You were much too deep now to go back. You were being sent to Hell tonight. This is what you wanted. What you’ve wanted for the better part of your 6,379 years.

“Dad” You spoke softly, you only ever called him dad at home, surrounded by the walls between which you currently stood. Anywhere else, he was ‘father’. “It was me. Okay? I know that it’s not what you want to hear but-”

“No. No, it couldn’t be” he cut you off.

“Dad” You repeat yourself multiple times, trying to get his attention back on you. He continued to ramble on, his hands shaking as he spoke. He muttered stuff about Lillian always looking similar to you and how maybe it was her.

“Do not call me dad!” He burst, jaw clenched, lips pursed, his eyes were red rimmed and his stare was cold. The redness from his cheeks had expanded to his entire face, starting its way down his neck and dipping below the collar of his white shirt. He paused a moment longer. “Do not call me dad, or father, papa, anything. You are not my daughter. The daughter that I raised would not do this. She would not sin purposefully. The daughter that I raised could recite every single sin by the time she was nearly 1,500 years old, Lord knows there’s a lot of them. The daughter that I raised would not deliberately sin and for what?” He was shouting. You couldn’t bring yourself to respond. He was getting angry.

Wrathful.

You knew if you kept going, responding and urging him on, he’d only get angrier and he could very well be banished as well. Being a Patriarch had its benefits, like not having to be watched by the clergy at all times, you suspected that had been changed temporarily since your trial, since he had tried to defend you. There was a negative aspect to it as well. Your father is held to a higher standard than everyone else. If he was caught sinning, he would be stripped of his position as a Patriarch, have his wings clipped, and be banished to Earth or Hell and forced to live there. Without his wings, he wouldn’t decay as fast other angels would, he’d suffer much longer, passing only once his years caught up with him. The wing clipping process was painful enough, and angels still don’t start to decay until long after they’ve been banished.

You knew that yours were not getting clipped. You wondered why. Your attention was pulled back to your father when he sighed deeply.

“Why’d you do it Y/N?” His expression had softened significantly. You pressed your lips together and looked down at your hands momentarily and stared at the flowers again, unanswering.

“That’s very selfish of you. I really have no clue who you are anymore” It was the last thing he had said to you before storming out of the room. The last thing he had said to you once your escort had arrived to take you away for banishment. Possibly the last thing he’d ever say to you.

Part of you hoped it would be. That would mean he never gets banished. A much stronger part of you craved a goodbye from the one person who had never hurt you. Not until you had hurt him.

You don’t remember much after that. You remember the escort, he told you his name was Caleb, he must have been barely over 5,300 years. A horrible job for someone so young really. To see the angels he grew up around be banished to Earth or worse. You could hardly imagine what he’d seen.

Caleb took you to the same building you had been in hours ago. You didn’t have time to glance at the ceiling before Caleb led you into a room that you had only ever been in once before when you were merely a child still. Your wings at the time had only just started growing in. You remember your back hurting but you were so excited that it didn’t matter. Only seconds after you had entered the room as the curious daughter of a patriarch, you were pulled out by your father and scolded, told to never enter it. He pulled you tight into his chest, muttering something about never wanting you to have to see the inside of it again. You didn’t understand why he was so upset at the time. It only dawned you when you had stepped in for the second time in your life. You were met with Patriarchs Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob, Caleb had to wait outside.

“Look at that. Precious angel is finally awake” A voice came from across the room as you came to, vaguely aware of the two figures that stood against the wall opposite you. Their black clad bodies were barely differentiable from the similarly coloured wall behind them. You rubbed your eyes in an attempt to adjust to the little orange light there was in the room, tinted by a candelabrum on the wall.

One of the men pushed himself off the wall, uncrossing his arms as he crossed the room in three strides and squatted down so he was eye level with you. His brown hair was combed back, you noticed there were curls were fighting against the product he had used. His eyes were only a touch lighter than his hair, further illuminated by the warm lighting. His expression remained cold for the most part, the slightest smirk pulling on his lips. He licked his lips before speaking. The same voice as before coming out.

“Up you get. We’ve got an important visit”

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Mal en Point (part iv)

Koh!HarrisonxAngel!Reader

A/N: this is hella short and so is the next one. also sorry i got carried away with the gay vibes. it just sorta happened.

Word count: 811

Warnings: hella gay vibes

Small rocks stuck to your hands and legs as you pushed yourself off the ground and stood up. Your dress and wings had started to go grey no matter how many times you tried to brush the dust off of them. Your wings were slightly bloodied. Tom and Harry, you’d finally figured out their names and what one belongs to who, they’d been pulling out feathers from your wings as an attempt to get you to tell the truth, which you were. What you weren’t telling them was that pulling out your feathers felt like getting your ears pierced; painful, yes, but not unbearable.

You weren’t sure quite how long it’d been, time slipping away easily. You were sure that your sleep schedule was off now. You were awake on their terms, not your own. You’d gotten used to the small patches missing from your wings while the feathers grew back, not nearly as fast as they would in heaven, but still rapidly.

The creaking of a door woke you up. You weren’t sure how long you were asleep and there was no way to tell if that was the first time you’d slept in days or if it was the sixth time that day. You expected Tom and Harry to come down again as you rubbed the sleep from your eyes. What you didn’t expect was Iezebel to enter the room. The crown sat on top of her head, she reached up to straighten it out as it slipped slightly, fixing her hair as well in the same movement. You thought the crown looks slightly too big for her head. Her dress is short, stopping a quarter way down her thigh while the sheer black tulle that hung around her waist fell all the way to the floor. The deep neckline left little to the imagination of her provocatively pushed up breasts and the hollows of her collarbones. You doubted anyone found her unattractive, even you were mesmerized by her.

Iezebel squatted down in front of the barrier and rested on her haunches, she was eye level with you. Her eyes weren’t entirely black, instead, a pretty hazel colour, her makeup smoked out and maintained her dark features. She grasped the barrier to keep her balance “Little birdie told me that you weren’t telling them what they needed. Even after all this” She gestured to your wings, which had many bald patches in them, the previously pristine white now tarnished with red and grey. “It’s a shame to see such pretty wings go to waste. I would kill” she draws out the syllable, “for a pair as delicate as yours, angel” The way she spoke sent shivers down your spine, you know it was meant to intimidate you but it didn’t.

“I have been telling them what they need. They refuse to believe it” You spoke softly. You haven’t lied to Tom or Harry yet. Every time you told them that you came here on your own. You sinned to get yourself banished and it clearly worked. Everytime Tom pulled another feather, you winced but so did Harry. He clearly either wasn’t used to it, or he didn’t like it. You thought that he might like it less than you did. He’d ask why you were here while Tom did all the dirty work, taking out whatever aggression he had on you and your feathers

“Listen, angel, we don’t like liars down here. So why don’t you do just tell us what we want to hear so we can deal with you accordingly. Okay?” She cocked her head and smiled. If you hadn’t heard the series of threats before hand you may have almost thought it was supposed to be a sweet smile.

“If I told you what you want to hear, then I’d be lying. You said it yourself, you don’t like liars” Iezebel bit her lip and released it. Part of you wanted to lie now. If you said you were sent down here, what would they do. What would she do?

“I don’t know if you know this, you would if they taught you anything useful, but I’m the Queen of Hell. You’re in my realm now. Got that angel?” She reached through the barrier and brushed her thumb against a loose feather, sending shivers through your body until she pulled it out and you winced at the sting. Iezebel stands up and starts to turn away “Oh. And if I were in your position, I’d smarten up and start listening”

Her heels clicked against the floor as she left, the light outside of the door was brighter than inside your room. You watched her say something to the man waiting out in the hall, you couldn’t tell what she said. In the final light of the closing door, she pushed his hair back and the pair walked away.

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Mal en Point (part v)

KOH!HarrisonxAngel!Reader

A/N: Another short one hope you like it anyways :) let me know what you think in my inbox or reply to this post! also 3, 987 years is like,,, 13 and a half, letting you know

Word count: 815

Warnings: the usual, shit talking the catholic church

Iezebel had moved in alone when she was 3,987. At first, she was extremely confused about what was going on. She was still young, still had a lot of growing up and learning to do. All she knew was that her father thought it would be a good idea for her to go and stay in the castle and get to know Harrison before they got married.

She’d missed her family dearly, it was one year in of her living in the castle when it occurred to her how long it’d actually been without them. She hadn’t even heard from her father or her younger sister, it was oddly out of character for them, her sister especially.

King Frederick had taken interest in her as a possible queen for when Harrison was to take on his role as King. Who would her father be to deny the King of Hell his wishes? He needed the help that he’d provide in exchange for her.

Iezebel was not allowed to see them again. She would be part of the royal family soon, and she must act accordingly.

She found comfort in Tom. He was able to take some time off of his training to comfort her when Harrison wasn’t able to. Harrison had to be married before he became King, once he became King, Tom was to take up his fathers' position as the King’s right hand. With the rate that King Frederick was getting sicker, that was bound to be much sooner than anyone had anticipated. Harrison and Tom had been friends since birth and Iezebel had been an easy fit into the trio. It was unplanned for her to get as close with Tom as she was Harrison, if not closer.

One of the guards rushed past her, his hound at his side. The hound stopped and snarled at her. She stared back at it before the guard tugged it away, apologizing as he continued down the hall.

The doors to the throne room were opened for her and she stepped inside, Harrison stood up upon seeing her and met her in the centre of the room.

“There you are, darling” He pressed a quick kiss to each cheek. “Where were you?” Harrisons hands rested on her hips, toying with the edge of the tulle.

“I was visiting our little angel. Tom said she wasn’t telling him or Harry what they needed” One of her hands rested on his shoulder while the other smoothed out the feathers on his wings. They were rough against the soft pads of her fingers.

“She’s kept up the same story” He spoke as Iezebel pressed kisses along his jaw, she hummed in response as she continued down his neck. Harrison rubbed small circles into her hips, “Maybe she’s telling the truth”

“Doesn’t matter” Iezebel mumbled against his neck as she sucked a mark into his skin.

“Love, not here” Harrison grunted as she pulled away pouting at her husband.

“Are you think of letting her out?”

“Not sure. If she is telling the truth then I don’t see why not” Harrison chewed on the inside of his cheek, it was times like these when he wasn’t sure how fit he was for a King.

“Harrison! She could be dangerous. What would your dad do? What would he say if he found out that you even thought about letting her out?” Iezebels voice was honeyed despite the unsweetened thoughts her words invoked in Harrison. She was right. His father would not be pleased if he thought about letting out anyone that was sent to hell.

Every King is supposed to be more powerful and more ruthless than the last, Harrison couldn’t help but feel like a dud. Like maybe he wasn’t supposed to be king. Maybe it was meant for someone else. Tom, Iezebel, even his own sister are all more merciless than he was. Never for a second doubting any of their actions or decisions no matter how cruel they were.

Tom had always been like that. Always cold hearted until he knew he was somewhere where it didn’t matter. He was taught that his duty to the crown came first. It’d been instilled in him his entire life. Even driving Harrison to believe that he was only being his friend because it was part of his job when they were younger. That has long since changed.

Iezebel hadn’t always been rancorous to others as she is now. When she’d first come to live with the royal family, she was extremely timid. Didn’t want to upset anyone, she’d cared for everyone and everything. Even becoming devastated over one of the hounds when he’d passed away. Her confidence grew slowly at first and then all at once. You’d miss it if you blinked. Suddenly the only people she was soft around were Harrison and Tom.

“She’s an angel, she can’t do anything down here” He protested, Iezebels expression was pleading but her jaw was clenched, Harrison thought he saw her grinding her teeth, “But she can stay until we confirm something about her” Harrison succumbed.

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