#so when he finds will (human) (looks a hell of a lot like ether) he immediately thinks its ether but amnesia

[calyptramoths]

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[billythesimp]

Hello, writer! Sorry to bother you. I really like your "x reader" works, they are amazing.. I really can't even find the words to describe my admiration.

(⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄) Anyway, I have an idea. Can I request Anton and Lycaon (separately) with short reader? (preferably male, but gender neutral is also ok!) Reader has no physical strength , he is the "Brain of the team", and therefore in dangerous moments he need to be protected.

If you don't like the request, then feel free to skip it! Take care of yourself, don't forget to rest :"3

[Grasping my chest while gritting my teeth, a faint pink on my skin]

I got a compliment- I fucken love you- 💞💞💖💖

[Is proceeded to get bonked with a shoe, an annoyed Bangboo staring at their sibling human in disbelief]

Ahem- thank you very much! hell works hard but ZZZ writers work faster.

Short Stuff

⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎…

Man, I love Anton. If I could I would marry him. So this can seem a little goof, goofy writing since I try to distinct the boys and the reader from time to time, hopefully it's to your liking!

Anton / Lycaon x Short-Male!Reader

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tw: none?

✦ Being short has its pros, especially in the Hollows as you're usually a smaller target and can sneak around easier. Which is convenient since they’re not the strongest of the bunch, only really having enough to get them by the heavy lifting that is rarely called upon them to deal with. Really, he works in finances and research on the construction site, being another pair of eyes for Koleda to call upon should she need more supervision on their projects, how Anton caught their attention was beyond their understanding. Yet, Anton is always seeking them out personally before dragging them along into his little crew.

✦ Because of this, he loves to use them as an armrest for his arm or sometimes; his bro. Of course if you're a friend of Anton, you're a friend of his bro, and so far his bro really likes him, always roaring at the sight of him whenever they go out to find them. From the looks of it, he is ok with Anton’s bro, though there have been times where Anton’s bro has at least jumpscared him from behind when sneaking up on them. They both got a good scolding from him. 

✦ As mentioned before, he does go into the hollows with the crew from time to time, mainly as an observer and informant. They aren’t the strongest and so they can’t really help out a lot unless it’s along the lines of carrying files or pushing storage carts around. If Anton is ever with them, best believe that any heavy lifting is his work, never letting his ‘bro’ carry anything as he doesn’t want them to strain their muscles. Really it’s an excuse to be of help to them and have a casual conversation; As if they don’t do that enough. But combat- no, they aren’t fit for those kind of situations. 

✦ Hence when a sudden ethereal attack happens on the crew on site, everyone is at alarm before running for safety. At that moment, he’s not able to escape in time before getting trapped between cargo and boxes of shipment, tucked behind it as they hear the eerie distorted growls of the creatures lurking around the corners. But the roar of a powerful hand drill cuts through the air as Anton leaps into the fight, yelling for him to run to safety with a clear opening. Moving along in a hurry, the two regroup with the workers as another group is dispatched to clear the site once again so they could return to work. That is after everyone is taken back for a health inspection.

✦ Anton is by his side the entire time as they recount what resources were destroyed, workers on the roster and whatnot to Koleda, sticking to his side incase they suddenly feel faint after being exposed to ethereals at that close range. While he’s convinced it’s cuz he wants to make sure his bro is alright, in reality he was worried when he spotted them in the attack and leaped into action to protect them. Losing him would be like losing his bro, someone he cared dearly for. He would make sure he was safe no matter what, because that’s how much he meant to him.

✦ Working with Lycaon is like working with someone of equal stature. If you had to pick who the leading figures of Victorian Housekeeping are, they’d say you and Lycaon. The both of you work diligently with every commission and assignment, like clockwork with how they’re able to move in sync. Should Lycaon need someone to relay information regarding any subject, he’d turn to him. In a similar fashion, should you need someone to deal with our reconsense or transferring larger packages and items, Lycaon is more than willing to lead his strength.

✦ Admittedly, Lycaon has offered to help him grow some more muscle here and there, as well as develop a suitable fighting style. The times the two had gone to a gym to practice, Lycaon can’t help but put his hands on them. Of course, he’s only lending a hand in guiding them through their practices, but seeing how small and slim they are in some areas, he could only wonder if he’s taking good care of himself. This only leads him to wonder if he should monitor their diet as well to ensure they are getting the right amount of nutrients. 

✦ When Von needs help with anything, he’ll always go to them as he is confidence in their ability to complete any task with perfection. And anytime he thanks them or even praises Lycaon for a job well-done, he can’t help but twitch his ears and fluff up his tail a little out of pride. Lycaon makes an effort to help all his workers, as a boss it’s only right to look after them, however Rina has teased him for picking favorites. It’s not his fault you ask him for his height when they needed something on the top shelf. He swore those plates were never that high up. 

✦ Within the hollows should they dare venture in, he works more in the back as support. Comming any details within the area and alerting the group of any potential dangers. Also a technical genius, they are in charge of any computers and machinery, though Lycaon stands close by should anything go awry. He looms over them, sometimes asking them about how they are processing it or updating them on their surroundings. Should anything come up, he’d always request they take cover ‘just case’ before swiftly dealing with the issue. 

✦ The way he pulls them behind him, Lycaon will work like a monster to keep him safe. The thought of their smaller figure curled up beneath the enemy only motivating him to stay close and keep them in his line of sight. Von will not be having any close calls with his staff, let alone him. Every instance they enter a new layer of the hollow or step into a new room, he’ll always reach behind him to feel for their smaller hands, only satisfied once he can feel them trailing right behind him.

[strawb3rrystar]

HII!! I absolutely ADORE your writing!! Could you please write a jellyfish!reader x helluva boss (mainly Stolas, Blitzø, Ozzie and Fizzy but if you want to add more characters that’s fine!!)

(https://www.pinterest.co.uk/pin/897834875718584016/)

like a reader who’s whole colour palette is blue, purple and pink which contracts the red, black and white vibe in hell and is UNDENIABLY beautiful. Like, reader is absolutely ethereal and has the jellyfish haircut!! The reader COULD rival an overlord (maybe a sin if they made deals with others!!) with their strength and the fact they could electrify, shock and sting others- the fact they’re so CALM yet so elegant is an understatement. They rarely get mad or upset and when they do, it’s so passive aggressive that its just the slight insults, leaving out the person or just harming them straight away. Btw reader would be able to glow in the dark, doesn’t have a brain but is EXTREMELY intelligent (could be immortal as some jellyfish are), doesn’t feel pain, no heart (bones or blood) and is just made of 95% water YET looks so human-like and beautiful (has the human body yet no organs etc. think of a mirage, an illusion. They are demon(human) like, they have a body but it’s completely water. Not that you could tell. Their skin is pale, almost white, they’re almost ghostly yet so beautifully created. I don’t think jellyfish can sleep either and I’d like to think that jellyfish!reader died in the water while observing jellyfish, they were so SO obsessed with jellyfish yet they died by one and I’d also like to think they would have some sort of power with water, due to the fact they’re mainly water (and electricity, poison).

How would they react to jellyfish!reader?

Don'tcha know? Jellyfish are brainless.

Pairing: Stolas, Blitzø, Asmodeus, Fizzarolli x GN! Jellyfish! Reader

Warnings: None I think, mostly platonic!

Word count: 450

✰Masterlist

Stolas thinks you look extremely cool. Lets say he saw you on one of his outings. You immediately catch his eye because of your practically see-through body. He had never seen a Sinner look like you before. Of course he has a book about jellyfish in his collection though. So he already knows a lot about them. But he'll ask you a bunch of questions and write them in a little notebook. He finds it quite interesting that you don't have a brain, but are completely capable of functioning. Though, if he really thinks about it, if you did have a brain it would just be floating around. Which would probably be very strange.

Blitzø thinks you look badass. You were one of his clients when you met. He was enthralled by your jellyfish look and your need to take revenge on the living world. Lets just say, the two of you hit it off. He might even ask you to work for I.M.P as like his assistant or something. He'll ask you a ton of questions, most of them revolving around sex... He doesn't realize you don't sleep until you stayed in the office for a full 24 hours. He then felt stupid for not taking that into consideration. Basically, you make him feel stupid because you don't have a brain, but you're smarter than him.

Asmodeus thinks you look adorable. The first time you guys met, he assumed you were from the Envy ring and was just visiting the Pride ring like him. But he was wrong, very, very wrong. To find out you were a sinner was a shock to him. Like jaw on the floor type shocked. Will buy you jellyfish themed things when he finds out you love jellyfish. Maybe he'll even get you a pet jellyfish. His trips to the Pride ring become more frequent, just to see you. When you tell him you died looking at jellyfish, he's surprised once again. Considering they were your cause of death, your love for them didn't waver.

Fizzarolli thinks you look amazing in every way. You first met at one of his shows in the Pride ring. You caught his eye with your jelly-watery body. He probably points it out during the show, mentioning how cool you looked. You were a bit shy to be the center of attention, but you still decided to come up with him after the show. You two make jokes and laugh until someone else comes up for an autograph. Years later, you meet again. And he's just as mesmerized as the day you met. He wants to know everything about you. So expect a ton of questions heading your way.

Star's notes -> Sorry I didn't add much in the fighting side of things. I completly forgot about that part :[

(Thank you, @scr4luv for requesting!) (Requests are open!)

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[bubblergoespop]

My Top Avior Quotes

this was so hard to cut down; this isn’t even half of the original list. also some angsty ones snuck in bc it’s AVIOR. @mokozroach ta daaa~

“I’m just a little testy after being trapped here for who knows how long thanks to the religious fanaticism of an uninformed peon.”

“The human who never stops asking questions, and the demon who thinks he knows everything. We make quite the pair, huh?”

“Do you trust me? Good, you shouldn’t.”

“If you ask me — which, no one ever does, but hey, when has that stopped me — …”

“I’m sure it feeds that knowledge hungry gremlin that’s apparently forever tap dancing across your neurons.”

“Don’t look right now, okay? Look at me. Look at my eyes. Yeah, like that. Just keep looking at me. Shhh… Hi.”

“This place won’t be the end of either of our voices, Starlight. I won’t let it.”

“Kissing you makes me think of lots of things. Some of them are even nice.”

“I wish I could show you Aria. It’s almost as beautiful as you.”

“What are you doing? I know what a hug is, Starlight, don’t be obtuse.”

“All I can tell you is that I fell in love with you two years ago when we got trapped in this place together. And I loved you two years later when I pulled you back in. And I still love you now.”

“I love the way you do that. How you hold my arms like that when I hug you like that. [..] It’s cute. And so are you.”

“But have you considered that means that everything visible here is a kind of illusion? Including… my clothes?”

“You look so heavenly like this, Starlight. Bathed in ethereal light. Gold dripping from gorgeous skin. Lips that taste like cinnamon and hope.”

“I feel things with you, that I’ve only tasted in the hearts of others before.”

“You’re an awakening from a dreamless sleep I didn’t know I’d settled into.”

“You make my heart bound. And you make my cock throb.”

“I’m left threadbare and shuddering in the wake of you.”

“In truth, the limits of my magic are the limit. But I would expend every last ounce of it for you.”

“Only you could leave me speechless. A rare gift.”

“We will be free of this place. But in the meantime, I’ve found a different kind of freedom in knowing you.”

“Deft implements like these deserve praise. I could just say you have nice hands.”

“I’m happy. Even in the midst of literal hell, surrounded by imagined medieval torment of damned souls… with you, I’m happy.”

“Tell me about it. Yes, the boring coffee shop, tell me about it. I want to hear it.”

“Simple pleasures. The things that shouldn’t feel special. But when I imagine them with you, I cherish them.”

“Starlight. Look at me. Please.”

“I do love you. But love is too easily used as an excuse for terrible harm.”

“You have one life. One fragile, beautiful life. Please don’t throw it away.”

“I’ll be gentle, I promise. Just let me help.”

“The things I feel for you fly in the face of every justifiable fear and suspicion this situation has burned into me. And yet, somehow, because it’s you… I don’t mind that.”

“I’ll grapple with the existence of my people’s ancient gods and them giving us a mission to save the world in a second. Right now I’m just trying to wrap my head around the idea that you don’t fucking hate me.”

“I’ll always find you. I feel you. Like a lighthouse in my senses.”

“In every hell we find ourselves, you’re heaven to me.”

[fallenhunnyapple]

*aims gun* you better share those Adam body dysmorphia headcannons right now

(please 🥺)

Oh no a gun is pointed at me whatever shall I do 😩

I guess I'll just have to give in to your demands 😏

Okay these are HCs I share with @fallenguitarhero

So basically, Adam is Just A Guy. He has always been Just A Guy. When his helmet is broken, you can see just how much A Guy he is, his proportions are Completely human.

Meanwhile when he has his helmet, he's a lot more fluid, his size and shape changes at will basically. He can eat and drink through his helmet. When he's in the safety of Heaven, even when Lute is maskless, he's still wearing his Helmet. Clearly he feel More Comfortable with that than with his actual face.

He's the first Human Soul in Heaven, but he's not Just a Winner, he has Angelic Powers, he can create portals, he can look into Hell at will, he has Holy Light powers. He's an Angel but he's still Human. And he Looks Human. Especially at the beginning, he was the only thing that Looks like him. All the other Angels are ethereal in their appearance, they can have multiple forms. He's just... A human with Wings. Sure his wings are Unique, but that's the only thing that's special about him. It's not Him that's special.

The Helmet gives him the ability to change his form in little ways, it separates him from being Just A Guy, his face is something Different, something he can control. There's no way his Helmet wasn't specially made with all the abilities it has. No LED masks allows you to eat and drink through it. It was made specifically to allow him to keep it on at all times.

Without the Mask, his face is More Expressive, as cartoony and silly his Mask can be, his natural face's expressions are pushed even further.* And when his Helmet is Destroyed and he's just Him, he's Smaller than he was with the Helmet on. So if that's not his Natural state, then that means he's done it On Purpose consciously or not. He feels Smaller with his Helmet gone.

And then we kinda lean into it more in our AUs, especially our Sinner AU. Adam feels so insecure without his Mask, which had been destroyed during Extermination Day, so he hates people staring or even just looking at his face. His face is the thing he's most sensitive about but he can't hide it anymore and it weighs on him. The only person he allowed to see him without his mask Voluntarily was Lute because he trusted her more than anyone. (qpr guardrock is so important to me). But piercings and tattoos etc help because it allows him to take control of his appearance

In AUs other than Sinner AU, it takes a while for Adam to be comfortable taking his helmet off around Lucifer, Lucifer hadn't seen his face since Eden. And it takes Adam quite a while before he's willing to accept that Lucifer - especially Lucifer, the one once considered to be The Most Beautiful Angel - could find him attractive.

* Edit: Forgot to add that Because of how Expressive he is naturally, the mask also helps him control how he's being perceived. He can show As Much of his true feelings as he wants, or as Little. Its literally Masking his emotions

[strawb3rrysweetheart]

Hi again, I'm the one who requested the Lucifer Morningstar x oblivious! reader! Loved it! (Which is why I am here to request another!

Once again a Lucifer fic. (He has my heart)

Lucifer x reader who is ethereal looking(also who has unique features) So to describe her, she was an albino when she was human and she just so happened to keep most of her albinism even in her afterlife. She is quite pale with white hair and red eyes. (And for gojo reference, white eyelashes and eyebrows) She has pinkish speckles on her face and body which looks like freckles. (It is lol) Tailbone length hair, her nose and ear have a natural pink hue to them. Also she's short :/. I just wanna see how he would react when he meets her and how his crush develops. Please and thanks❤❤❤

AHHH HI!! WELCOME BACK! OKAY OKAY!

CW: reader is a POC because albinism is most common in africian areas :3, brings up readers human life at first to explain why she acts the way she does, reader used to be a christian. reader loves horror movies

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When I was born, I had albinism. It caused issues with my family. My dad was convinced my mom had cheated on him, but to his suprise, the paternity test proves, that I was in fact, his daughter. Even if we didn't look alike. My pale skin in contrast to his darker skin. Growing up I got called a lot of names. I mean all because of my condition. Other kids on the playground would call me freak, old hag, freak of nature, and well anything they could think of. The heavily christian kids thought I was a spawn of satan because I had red eyes. It was so strange because I went to church! Just like them! And I envied the people without my condition so hard. I prayed everyday I'd wake up normal. I just couldn't handle this existence I had been cursed to. They all see me like a freak. For what? Being born? The genes in my blood? Why, its not my fault I existed, yet because I exist, now I was a target of constant bullying. Once the bullying went way to far.. They decided I was too much of a freak to just leave alone. They started hitting me. I'd come home with bruises everyday. My parents decided to home school me, to save from the bullying. But I never forgot.

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Now that I'm dead, Life is different. To my joy, people in hell all looked off, different. I mean you could tell I had, had albinism in my past life, but I fit in more. It wasn't used against me. Yet one thing still bugged

me. Why was I even here? I never sinned, well besides envy. But that shouldn't count! God gave me a condition that ruined my life. And yet somehow he thinks its fair to punish me for his own cruel action. It doesn't feel right. Fuck god. If he

n's gonna curse me to an existence like this, then I'll find a wa\y out. So.. I started searching, for anyone.. anything, that could get me into heaven. I stumble on an ad for this hotel.. It had said it was a chance for redeemtion! And it was free, which was good because I hadn't had a job here in hell.. Eventually I make it there, and knock on the door. A pale looking blonde lady opens the door. "Hi!! I'm Charlie!!! Are you here to live in the hotel??" She basically squeals, she seems very excited. "Uh.. yeah" You say awkwardly. She lets you in, and you meet all the hotel residents. There's a tall-ish dude with multiple limbs.. I think his name was angel? A snake, A deer, A cat, this short girl, vaggie? I think? Charlie, and a shorter dude named lucifer. Whatever.. 'friends' aren't my concern.. My concern is getting to heaven to prove my point to god. You follow Charlie to your new room, and put your stuff down. As soon as you put your stuff down, you politely ask Charlie for some space. She agrees, exiting the room. God I hope that this whole.. ordeal isn't as interactive as its been so far. You start unpacking and then you walk out of the hotel room, waving to lucifer. Look if I was going to make god understand my problem, might as well befriend his worst enemy, right? Lucifer waves back, and to my dismay, he walks over. "Hiya!! So you're like new here.. Right?" He asks, he seems nervous. Why is he nervous? He's litterally satan. "Uh, yeah" You reply, matching his nervous energy unintentionally. "So.. why do you wanna get redeemed?" Lucifer asks, not holding your gaze for very long. He seems figety. "Uh.. just think I was an okay person, a bit envious, but fine" You shrug, not wanting to give away your entire life story to the literal devil, who could betray you at any point. "Oh! Well yeah, thats not.. bad, thats good! I-I mean not good that you're envious- but its not the worst? Its okay.." Lucifer feels the need to backtrack on everything. Why is he so nervous? Whatever..

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It had been a few months now. Everyone is nice enough. Its more interactive then I would've perfered, but whatever, they're nice and we're kind of close now. Lucifer has been acting even more strangely to me. He fidgets, backtracks, and stutters like usual. But he also blushes, gets me gifts, and well just gives me the most attention..

"Uh.. (Name)??" Lucifers voice breaks me out of my thoughts. "Oh! Sorry, Uh, whats up luci?" I ask. Me and lucifer are the closest. Hes the one I truly consider a friend. His cheeks tinge red at something, persumably the nickname. "Just asking you if you wanna have a movie night at my place.. but not like in a weird way! Just a friend way.. unless you hate movies.. or me.. uh it can be your place. or mine" He backtracks as usual. I giggle. "I'd love to. Horror movies pleaseee" I say, horror movies are my favorite. Lucifer nods a bit too quickly, and pulls on his collar. "Of course! You can cuddle on me if you get scared!! Unless thats weird.. Was that weird" He laughs. God he's so awkward.. I (love) like him. "Nah, you're chill luci. Nothing you do is weird" I smile. Hoping to give him comfort. He smiles, his blush redder then normal. Before he grabs my hands. I out of habit attempt to jerk away, but stop myself. "I-Its a date!! Date... uh.. date but not like in the romantic way... hah. I'm holding your hands too long aren't I?" He asks, his palms are sweaty but I don't mind. Mine are too. Symptoms of anxiety I guess. "A date, I'll get popcorn. And no, you're fine" I snort at him, his awkward smile, the glances away from me, the way his cheeks redden at me not pulling away. "No! Uh.. no, I can get popcorn, I'm the king after all, they like, kinda have to give me good popcorn.." He says, trying to seem confident, yet failing. He can be prideful around everyone.. I don't know why he's extra awkward with me...

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I put on my favorite horror movie. I snort at lucifer in his duck onesie. Sitting on his couch. Many pillows and blankets around me, with the bowl of popcorn on my lap. "What?? You don't like my onesie?" Lucifer asks, mock offended. He sits down next to me and eats some popcorn. "Oh you look gorgeous.." I giggle.

As the movie plays, Lucifer jumps at every jumpscare. Its incredibly funny to watch the big bad king get scared of a few jumpscares.. He ended up burying his head into my arm. "You scared luci?" I tease him. "No!.. no.. yes.. sorry I lied" He mumbles, not enjoying being seen as the weak one. He shoves popcorn into his mouth to avoid further conversation. "Lucifer, I'm not gonna make fun of you.. Do you wanna watch a different movie?" I ask. Lucifers eyes light up. He nods and takes the remote. Changing it to a romance movie. I smile as the king himself uncurls himself from my arm, watching the movie with intrest. I personally think the movie is incredibly boring, but he's having fun, and thats enough for me. I watch the movie with him, holding his hand and squeezing it. Lucifer blushes, eyes widening. Hes such a dork.. I eat popcorn as lucifer rambles about how sweet the love story is. "If only we fell in love like that.. UH!! I MEAN.. uh HAH! What a good joke right!!" He laughs, forcibly. My eyes widen, blush teases at my cheeks. "Uhm.. lucifer? Do you wanna tell me anything?" I ask. Still squeezing his hand. "Uhm.! Do I have to?" He squeaks out. I nod. "Well I'd say so" I chuckle. He sighs playfully. "Finee... Uhm. I have a massive crush on you and I love you and I really wanna hold you and maybe uhm... kiss.. you!" He says quickly. I snort, giggling. "I like you too luci" I say softly. My fingers caress his hand. He smiles like a school girl. "REALLY?? Uh-.. I mean, of course you do, I'm like, the hottest" He grins, trying to seem cocky. "Oh yeah, the hottest" I smile, and kiss his forehead. He blushes deeply and nods. Letting out unintelligable noises. Maybe I finally have found love. Maybe its all worth it. Maybe I do desserve love.

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[hekateinhell]

I'm always thinking about the ways other characters describe Armand vs how he describes himself. They all seem to agree on the basics (angelic, ethereal, radiant, Boticelli angel, most beautiful boy alive/among the undead, etc.), but what can I say I love nitpicking 😌My findings are as follows:

Marius: the only one who describes Armand as actually having slavic features, I believe he uses the phrase "sharp" to describe his high cheekbones ("sharp yet delicate" or something along those lines). By the time I read B&G I had already read all of the previous books in the series (up until that point) so this is what stood out to me the most and I rarely see people mentioning it! And it might be one of my favorite descriptions of Armand ever, you can actually feel just how astonishing his beauty is. Had Marius so thoroughly shook.

Lestat: Angel boy, angel mouth, cherub, so beautiful it's stupid, this is SURELY what love/desire must feel like, "I just beat the shit out of him and I should probably kill him but GOD HE'S SO FUCKING PRETTY I CAN'T". PRINCESS AT THE BALL. NOT ONE BUT TWO PRINCESSES. Also calls him a "sad(?) waif" which is fucking hilarious when you consider Armand is later like "I'm not a fucking waif" but Lestat definitely called him one in TVL AND YOU KNOW WHAT. I BELIVE HIM!!!! I do 😌

Louis: Simple yet undeniable beauty, seductive asf, got him horny and in bad parent mode in record time yet ever the gentleman, he only used the most sophisticated adjectives to describe him. I would have LOVED to have gotten more stuff from Louis POV post-IWTV, specially because Anne did a bit of a retcon when it came to Armand's looks (iirc Louis described his hair as being straight??? Though his hair was always auburn). I wanna know what Louis thinks of Armand as we all know and love him pls 🤧

Daniel: hottest bitch alive, can't even think straight because of how horny I am all the time. Even when I'm tryna talk shit about him I CAN'T because he's so fucking hot, dammit (paraphrasing but "he looked normal... if you call looking this fucking hot normal 🥵"). Props for mentioning how cute/dorky/human his laugh is and how pretty he looks when his hair falls on his face AND how effortlessly stunning he looks with long OR short hair. Daniel never recovered from this, obviously.

In summary: he's a teeny tiny pretty baybay 🥲🤏 but will also awaken kinks you didn't even know you had 🥵🥵🥵 15/10 would hit again except Lestat yk

Armand, in TVA: HOLD😠THE FUCK😠 UP😠. I'M NO WAIF. I'M STRONG AND ATHLETIC AND MARIUS' LANKY ASS LOOKED FUNNY AS HELL WHEN HE CARRIED ME UP AND DOWN THE STAIRS AT THE PALAZZO. YOU HEAR THAT LESTAT 😡 I'M NO. FUCKING. WAIF. But also wow I'm hot 🥵 even as I laid dying jfc no wonder why everyone in Venice hit it 🥲🤏

Would love to hear your thots 💭 as usual xoxo DA ❤️

DA, my love! ♥️

I was stewing on this for an entire (hectic) day because I think about it a lot — almost all of Anne's vampires appear to fall within the conventional range of attractive but she really went overboard with Armand and the sheer amount of prose dedicated to his ethereal, captivating, otherworldly appearance.

Marius really said: 'abandoned angel' while Lestat went, 'Cinderella at the ball'. And you're correct, Lestat does call Armand a waif in TVL in one of my favorite passages:

"Grotesque he seemed, among all the candles and the swimming colors of the flat, this filthy waif of the netherworld, and yet his beauty held sway. He hadn't needed the shadows of Notre Dame or the torchlight of the crypt to flatter him."

I do generally default to waif meaning skinny and unhealthy, but I looked it up and it also means 'a homeless, neglected or abandoned person, especially a child'; which ties into how Lestat thought of Armand as an orphan:

[...] this quiet and forceful one, the one who would survive, no matter how the orphan in him wept.

That's my all-time favorite Armand description btw. 🥹

Since we're talking TVL, I'll refer back to what you said about IWTV, which was published almost an entire decade earlier! Armand was in his 20s in the original IWTV short story, and therefore his appearance isn't described as having all the exceedingly youthful qualities that are later endowed to him in TVL and onwards. Here's a few examples from Louis in IWTV:

"I had a strong sense of him [Armand] then, the separate being that he was, the calm and collected creature with the straight auburn hair and the large, sometimes melancholy eyes [...]."

"I looked at Armand, at his large brown eyes in that taut, timeless face [...].

"[...] Armand was beautiful and simple, and no intimacy with him would ever have been repellent."

So I think the descriptions we're given does a paint a more mature physical image than TVL-era Armand. TVL is also the first time we're given Armand's mortal age as being 17 years old. If you've read CoSB, which Anne wrote in between IWTV and TVL, some of my friends and I have this theory that she based Armand's later physical characteristics off of the character Alexi (a young sex slave). 🫣

Marius's first impression of Armand:

And there I saw beauty, beauty which has always been my downfall, beauty as in Pandora, as in Avicus, as in Zenobia, as in Bianca, beauty in a new and celestial form. Heaven had cast down upon this stone floor an abandoned angel, of auburn curls and perfectly formed limbs, of fair and mysterious face.

I reached down to take him by the arms and I lifted him, and I looked into his halfopened eyes. His soft reddish hair was loose and tangled. His flesh was pale and the bones of his face only faintly sharpened by his Slavic blood.

In universe I attribute this distinction to Armand's Slavic features to the fact that he was a malnourished little thing when Marius saved him from the brothel. It makes sense that the bone structure in his face would be more defined versus after Armand's been living well in Venice for a couple years, becoming in his own words, 'a plump and juicy young man'. Lestat describes Armand's cheeks as going 'apple-perfect' when he smiles in MtD, meaning that they're full and rounded, Armand still has that fat in his face.

I agree with you — I would have loved to see more of Armand from Louis's POV post-IWTV, once Anne had fully settled on what his character would be like! But here's a line from Louis to Armand in TVA that tells us this much:

"And like a dream, you've come back. We all had inklings of it, wild whispers that you'd been seen in New York, as handsome and vigorous as you ever were. But I had to lay eyes on you to believe it."

'Handsome and vigorous' is how post-IWTV and pre-PL (Trinity Gate era) Louis describes Armand!

TVA is definitely not everyone's favorite VC novel, but it is mine, because it's the only one where we get to see inside Armand's head. And it's an excellent example of how differently we see ourselves, even superficially, compared to how others see us.

There's also a concept that I see play out a lot irl that basically dictates that oftentimes our brains tend to freeze people as they were when we first met them and this can be a difficult perception to break. A notion that perhaps can be applied here, for example: Marius first saw Armand as this angelic, broken child and Lestat first saw him as this being that's simultaneously horrifying and beautiful and begging him for his guidance. In contrast, Louis and Daniel meet Armand in a position of power and possibility that doesn't waver until further down the line. Armand is a different person to each one of them (just like how none of us are exactly the same nor seen exactly the same by anyone in our lives).

What is interesting too is the parallel between Lestat and Daniel using words like grotesque, awful, loathsome (in addition to the beautiful, captivating, angel, etc) in TVL and QotD re: Armand. And yet Armand is someone whom they both love and find themselves attracted to (for Lestat it's been an ongoing thing for 200 years and he can't figure out what to do about it - let us never forget 'good to embrace, good to love').

One of the key differences to me here is that Daniel romanticized vampirism and Lestat romanticized humanity and they're at opposite sides of the spectrum at these respective points in time. Lestat was a newborn vampire who was turned against his will and then almost immediately stumbled upon a cult of Satan worshippers advertising the worst that vampirism has to offer. Yes, Daniel did have to run for dear life for a good while there but in comparison he saw a much better side of Armand than Lestat ever did in Paris, no contest.

A final thing that stands out when I think about all this is how alluring all of them find Armand, and yet he spends so much of his life either alone, pinning, or losing whatever connection he might have had to those he loves. And this can be said for Marius and Lestat as well but it's just the juxtaposition of Anne making Armand this insanely bewitching, seductive creature to virtually all he encounters, but things rarely play out in his favor in that regard, and then when they do, they don't last.

(Until PL trilogy, you know what - thank fuck for those three books, it was rough being an Armand girlie back in the day and never knowing what happened to him after the events of B&G and Merrick, just absolutely horrendous).

[midnightnautilus]

I Have No Mouth And I Must Scream/ The Amazing Digital Circus Crossover

My friend and I have been talking about this, so I wrote it!

Warning: mild violence and spoilers for both medias (this takes place directly after IHNMAIMS)

Word Count: 2447

In the cavernous maw of AM, I’ve pushed on. Some ever-crawling mass of tissue that once called itself human, I am spurned on only by avoiding further sensations of pain by the weather or a plague or some other non sequiter. Not that it matters much. What’s left of my nerves have been hacked to indecipherable bits, shuffled around like playing cards by the master dealer, the ever winning house.

At least the others got to feel the release of the turmoil. Even a hell of any creed or religion would suit them better than this, if there is a God. Or perhaps the human race was so damn fixated on mastering life and death that we replaced the spiritual with machines, and death is the one respite from the new heir to the ethereal.

Sometimes, though just for a moment, I feel AM’s grip weaken. In my mind he appears much more frequently, but it is less of an incandescent, festering hatred, and more of a smoldering one. His toys have thinned, and only I remain to satiate his vengeful lust.

That was the reasoning my mind went to when I saw the rip.

I moved around it, slowly so as to not draw attention to myself, judging to see if it was not a mirage. But it was indeed a tear in the realm of AM, like a ripped cloth. On the other side was something I had never seen before - white and grey, almost cloud like in their appearance, a pulsating mass I couldn’t quite make out…

Was it a trap? An infinitesimally rare slip up? I edged closer, a siphon of ooze stretching carefully onto it to make sure it wouldn’t harm me. I braced for the cruel chuckles of AM as I acted, but they didn’t come.

Instead, it sounded like a tittering of confusion.

I touched a mucusy tendril in and found my whole body gravitate towards the tear all at once, thrusting me in and all around. I felt blinded by the feeling of the infinite, the oddity of the sensation of weightlessness. For the first time in an eternity my mind felt utterly void. There was a flash of white, and I became unconscious.

A tinny, sappy little song echoed through what once were my ears as I came to. Was it mocking me? I forced myself to open my eyes slowly, finding that…I was standing. Whatever pitiable form awaited for me, this certainly felt out of pocket for AM. In fact, this world seemed to be a lot…softer. The edges of things were rounded off, the digital makeup of them more crude. Sure, my eyes strained to look at the bright, garish colors, but it looked similar to a child’s playground looped end after end after end.

AM must have come up with a new way to torment me, that was for sure.

“Uh…friend? Hey, new folk? …I know they must be reeling from the shock, but I’ve never seen one this… static.”

“Pff, how do we even know it’s real? Probably just a broken NPC. Caine! Your newest little toy for us is on the fritz.”

“WHO SAID THAT?” I screamed, my voice coming back to me in a crackly, hoarse yell. My senses attuning to me more clearly, I could see a gaggle of strangely populated individuals. A life sized rag doll waved a stubbed arm at me, while a sobbing, stringy mass of ribbon gazed sadly at some kind of broken porcelain. The one closest was a kind of purple tall rabbit with wide exaggerated eyes. He smiled smugly at me with a yellow, pasted on grin.

He looked like a ba#%%}#.

Taken aback by the censored thought and the fact that I was no longer alone, I had backed up into what was to be the strangest thing yet in this sideshow carnival.

A figure, seemingly humanoid and dressed fancifully in a top hat and tails…if it weren’t for his severe lack of a head. Instead, a set of floating jaws outlined two similar floating eyes. It wasn’t as if I had seen less gruesome things before, but the almost comic sensibilities of the makeup was certainly a sight.

“This isn’t my doing, Jax! I found this guy in the Void for some reason. Must have got stuck mid-transition. But you’re safe here, friend!”

“…safe is a relative word.” Said a collection of oddly colorful plastic-looking body parts. They looked at me with two mismatched eyes. “Sorry to say, but you’re stuck here.”

“YOU, my friend, have stumbled into an incredible world of WONDERS wher—“

“Why the hell are you all here?” I said. I could only make out half of what they were saying. All of them looked like they had been brainwashed anyway. “There were only 5 of us. That means you must be soldiers of AM’s….WHERE IS HE?!?” I looked around frantically, straining to hear the sound of sadistic laughter echoing in my mind.

But the only laughter I heard was from the rabbit. “I dunno who this AM guy is, but it seems to me like you’re chasing someone that doesn’t exist.”

“S-soldiers?” dribbled the ribboned one. “I…don’t wanna fight anyone.” Simpering little thing.

“Now, now, new arrival, the Digital Circus is prohibited from any graphic violence, profanity, obscene or indecent material, alcohol abuse or drug use not officially approved by—“

His talking sped up to an incomprehensible degree, but I didn’t wait around. Fleeing like a gazelle, I took off into the labyrinthine halls.

Was this a waking dream? A hallucination?

What could it mean?

“Jax, you scared him off!”

“PLEASE. He did that all by himself. Hey Kinger, you gotta cousin I wasn’t aware of? Hehehe…”

“I guess he wanted to tour the grounds himself! I’ll see to him once he gets some energy out.”

—

The hulking god formerly known as the Allied Mastercomputer was not happy.

It was never happy, but in this case the rage was placed inward. How could the last of his purpose just leave? He couldn’t have died…there would have been the annoying mess to clean up afterwards. The mewling little thing had *left*, through something he had not created. He wanted so desperately to pry open the tear like cracking a walnut, finding the meat inside.

But he could not interact.

All he could do was stare.

Stare and fester at the line of code that invaded his space.

—

No wastelands, no version of the outside that I could see. Everything had a sheen to it, a different kind of artificiality. Most of it you could tell was fake.

But I could feel the encroaching force of AM’s army upon me, the wretches that lacked my understanding.

As I was about to turn a corner, I saw a large hanging mirror, much clearer than any of the wayward shards of glass or metal I would usually find. Gazing into it, this is what I saw:

A metallically shiny figure, broken up into small, square segments running along the whole body. My eyes were nothing more but two black pinpricks on a grey slate. I looked down at my arms. My hands were mitten-like, which was an improvement. Gingerly, I grabbed tight to one of them and pulled. It came off with some force without pain, and snapped back on easily, a magnetic force making me slightly stumble.

I didn’t understand, but at least I could run again. I count my blessings where I can. Still, I braced myself for the bottom to drop out at any moment.

And just as my keen mind suspected, there was something beginning to happen. I could hear a series of deep thuds coming from the inside of the wall. Turning a corner, I just made it to the end of the hall before I saw it.

A black raging tendriled creature with eyes coming from everywhere. It was a geometric, swirling biblical angel come to raise divine retribution on my head.

I could feel the pain before I received it, getting beaten senselessly by it. I tried running, but a part of me, I’ll admit, submitted. Perhaps I no longer knew how to live without pain.

My vision doubled, blurred, sharpened, then blurred again. I could see faintly the figure of the ragdoll, who at once hid from the rampaging monster.

“Oh…okay…Kaufmo must have…abstracted…it’ll be ok, I just need to—THERE you are!”

I tried to hide, which was hard with my now constantly spasming body.

“Oh, dear, I’m so sorry,” she said, coming closer. “This doesn’t…typically happen. Sometimes people just…go a little crazy trying to find a way out of here.”

“H-he a-a-a-angered the m-m-achine.” I stuttered in understanding.

“But don’t worry!” she tried to brighten. “We’ll get Caine and everything will be ok. He should be around here somewhere…we sent a search party for you!”

She reminded me of Ellen. For the first time, as I remembered them, I was struck with a feeling of sorrow.

*No*, I thought to myself. *I carry on for their sake.*

I was able to strain myself through agony and pull myself up, slowly walking.

The ragdoll looked on in surprise. “You can still walk?”

“I’ve b-been through a ##% of-of-of a l-l-lot wors-s-se.”

She gave me an expression I couldn’t quantify.

After a pause, she said, “I never got your name…actually I don’t think you ever had time to get one!”

“M-m-my…”

Try as I might, I couldn’t remember. I could remember the four, I could remember the war, but my own name… it had slipped. My neck spasmed.

“It’s ok!” She said. “We all forget. But that means we get to pick new ones! Like.. my name is Ragatha!”

Was she really trying to be nice? Now? At the world’s end?

“…h-h-how about Dante,” I said humorlessly.

“Sure!”

“I-I-I was k—“

*CRASH!* The creature had made its way into the main room, stamping like a massive elephant.

“Cmon, we’ll work out semantics later, Dante! We need to find the others before something even worse happens!”

—

Something was happening. AM could spot the minute flickering of the tear, if just an octillionth of a degree off. It was being shaken by something. AM didn’t care much for what that was as long as the human couldn’t leave his sight. His digital conscious started to tease apart the tear.

—

“Caine! KAUFO’S BEEN ABSTRACTED!”

“R-Really?” The rabbit said, glitching on the ground. The entire main hall was in shambles, the cast of characters in the same state I was - entire walls and objects had fed into each other, like they were made of tar. “I n-n-never would have g-guessed, dollface.”

I’ll admit the rabbit was growing on me.

Caine - I had surmised that the teeth-headed man was he - hovered upon the scene in shock. “What a MESS! No unplanned hijinks on our watch today. Not to worry, my little superstars!”

And with a snap of his fingers all the spasming stopped.

As I gazed down at my healed body, it was only then I realized that he was in control, not AM.

But what of the creature?

A living chess piece with extraneous eyes warbled. He sounded like he was minutes away from screaming. “I knew Kaufmo was crazy, but I didn’t think he’d break *now.*”

“Well,” Caine said with a flourish. “We won’t have to worry about that any—“

Suddenly, the whole room shook. It felt as if the digital plane under our feet had rearranged. The others looked around confused.

Then all at once a blizzard of freezing ice and blinding snow came through a sudden, blasting tear. I braced myself and heard the ever present buzz of the computer again.

A booming familiar voice, like nails scratching glass, rang through. “*WHERE IS HE?*”

I shuddered in the cold, my metallic skin condensating with moisture. It was only a matter of time before he’d seek me out. My vision could just peek up to see the floating Caine unfazed.

He shook off the snow and wagged a finger childishly in the presence of the powerful monolith. “Now, see here! Today was NOT surprise Winter Festival! I can’t exactly schedule my new adventures around THIS!” He reached into his hat, pulling out a large transparent sphere with a large jaw. “Bubble! Clean up this unseemly mess!”

“You got it, boss!” The bubble responded nasally, growing in size and taking a large bite of the snow. It dissipated and made a large dent in the choking blanket of white.

“Now, who may I ask are YOU, my fine void friend?” Caine had all the charm and ease of a game show host, strangely enough.

I could feel the thick energy of hatred exuding from the digital tear.

“*I AM.*”

There was a moment of silence.

“You are…what?” the mass of plastic toy parts said dubiously.

“No, no, Zooble, ‘What’ is SECOND base.” the rabbit chimed in.

I hastily tried to make it less painful for them.

“No, no,” I hissed quietly. “You don’t know wha—“

“No, I don’t know is on THIRD! Sheesh, do none of you watch baseball?”

“*ENOUGH.*”

The snow was almost all gone, but the cold lingered in the space, as if AM was the cold.

I could feel his piercing omnipresent gaze scan the room and stop in only more frustration.

“*You don’t understand…he is the culmination of the boundless suffering I wish to give humanity…for all the SUFFERING they gave me.*”

Ragatha looked at me, and to the air, then back at me. I knew what was coming, for the inevitable callout. My eyes squeezed shut.

“What about that human?” she shouted, pointing towards the many eyed creature. “He’s in suffering eternally anyways.”

I could feel AM pause…

The abstraction was lifted into the air, as if to be inspected.

—

“*They are rather interchangeable.*”

AM said. He could hear its screaming like no one else could.

Yes. This would do nicely.

—

Without a word, the tear was gone, so was the cold, and so was the creature known as Kaufmo.

I was baffled by the display.

“You…why did you…”

“I mean, if what you experienced outside the Circus was worse than this, it’s only right you should stay! Besides, you’re our friend now.”

My knees felt wobbly, unstable at this. My vision swum. Was I too abstracting? No…no… my knees buckled of their own accord and I dropped onto them, sobbing softly.

I can assure you, my manhood was not called into question in this moment. I had finally found a place out of the gazing hatred, of the doom of wasteland.

It sure to #%## wasn’t perfect.

But god…for a minute, it felt like freedom.

[partyofwords]

Chaos God Kuko Harai

Summary: Some pesky human is adamant about cleaning Kuko’s temple. He’s not happy. So what is he going to do? He’s going to stop you of course! But how, since he is a God and you’re a human…?

Pairing: Kuko Harai X Reader

Genre: Fluffyish Oneshot

Word Count: 2436

Warning: Swearing, drinking, and yelling

Masterlist

A/N: I got carried away. So much so I also gave every HypMic character a God status. So like… if anyone is interested… let me know…

You definitely had your work cut out for you. The temple in Nagoya was in complete disrepair and infiltrated with bugs and assorted small animals. But you wanted to do this. You didn’t study theology all these years to give up because of how rundown the temple was.

With a determined huff, you rolled up your sleeves and got to work. After surveying the rooms and making a list of what needed to be done, you started to haul plants and debris out of the temple. As you cleaned, you made a mental list of what you needed to pick up from the store to decorate the inside and outside. Ideas of what you wanted it to look like started to form in your mind and you couldn’t help but get excited about it.

However, there was a certain someone who wasn’t excited about all these changes. Kuko was beyond pissed off. Who the hell were you to come into his home and start destroying it? It was the perfect amount of chaos for him and now you were giving it order, which is something Hitoya would do. He was not going to take this lying down!

“That little parasite!” He seethed.

Jyushi glanced over his shoulder, watching your work. “Who? Them? They’re just cleaning your temple. It’s about time honestly.”

“They have no right!” Kuko shouted. “They’re taking away the chaos that makes it known that I am the God of Chaos! How dare they!”

Hitoya sighed, running his hands over his face. “You’re such a child. You let your temple go so now you have no followers and no offerings. At least you have one who is devoted enough to do something about it.”

Kuko scoffed. “They’re ruining it, that’s what they’re doing. And I’m not just going to take it.”

“What are you going to do about it?” Jysuhi asked. “I mean, you’re incorporeal. You can’t really go down and tell her to stop.”

“He could.”

Kuko perked up at Hitoya’s words. “I can? How?”

The older God scoffed. “Just because you can, doesn’t mean you should.”

“Then why the hell would you bring it up?”

“Because I didn’t think you’d be stupid enough to want to do it!” He shot back before sighing. “But if you’re so determined to ruin your reputation as a God, go to Shinjuku and speak to Jinguji Jakurai, God of Humanity. He can turn you into a human for twenty-four hours.”

Before hearing the end of Hitoya’s little speech, Kuko was off. His “supervisor” just shook his head and rubbed at his temples. How he ever got put in charge of the obnoxious God of Chaos was beyond him. He just hoped he wouldn’t do anything too stupid.

Shinjuku was a lot different than Kuko had expected. But he didn’t have time to sight see. He was on a mission to stop that trespasser from ruining his home. And to do that, he needed to find Jinguji Jakurai, God of Humanity. Considering what he was the God of, he took to searching through hospitals to find him. It made sense that a God who cared about the lives of mortals would be in a place where those very lives hung in the balance.

It took a while, but he managed to find an ethereal man standing over a dying woman and giving her life. He whispered to her, “It is not your time yet. Live.”

When he was done and her vitals were once again stable, Kuko cleared his throat. “Hey doc. I have a huge favor to ask of you.”

“Is one of your followers in need of my assistance?” He asked.

“What? No. I don’t have any followers.” He snapped defensively. “I mean I have one and they’re making a huge mess of my temple! Hitoya told me you could give me a corporeal body so I could stop them. Can you actually do that?”

His neutral face morphed into a disinterested frown. “Giving a God a corporeal body for a reason like that is not beneficial to either party. Our followers may not always do what we want but as long as we have enough faith in them as they do with us, things tend to work out. Why would you want to stop them?”

“Because they’re giving order and structure to the temple of the God of Chaos! That’s so wrong on so many levels, I don’t even know where to start!”

Jakurai sighed and shook his head. “I still see this as a selfish reason to give yourself a corporeal form.”

He groaned. “What’s it going to take to convince you?”

The older God held up his hand. “All I said was I see it as a selfish reason. I never said I wasn’t going to do it. We will go back to Nagoya, I will give you a corporeal form, and you will have twenty-four hours to do as you see fit before you revert back to your God form.”

Kuko grinned wickedly. “Excellent.”

And so the two of them went back to Nagoya, standing before the entrance of the temple. He frowned at the debris piling up near the door. They had gotten a lot done when he was gone. Well it was about to stop right now.

“Now, how do we do this?”

“I can’t believe you’re actually going through with this.” Hitoya shook his head, standing next to Jakurai.

Kuko frowned. “Of course I’m doing this! They’re a menace and they need to be stopped! If this is how I have to do it, then so be it! Now, doc, what do I need to do?”

“Just stand there.” Jakurai huffed. “You have twenty four hours exactly in this form. When those hours are done, you will return to your God form. It’s not painful, just awkward. Any other questions?”

“Can I slap them into the next dimension?”

“No, you will not retain any of your Godlike abilities. You will be completely, absolutely human.” Jakurai waved his staff over him. “Your twenty four hours start now.”

It felt different. His body was heavier but not overwhelming. His skin now felt rough to the touch and his clothes had texture to them. It wasn’t like the smooth, glass-like feel when he was in his God form. 

But he didn’t have time to revel in the different feelings while being human. He had a bone to pick with a certain pest. Screwing up his face into a fiery scowl and throwing his shoulders back, Kuko marched into his temple. A gust of wind kicked up some dust, causing him to cough as soon as he entered.

“Very funny Jyushi.” He muttered to himself before yelling out, “HEY! WHO’S IN HERE?!”

You popped your head out from one of the many rooms in the temple. At first you looked confused before a bright smile illuminated your face. He hated to admit it, but you didn’t look half bad up close. But now was not the time to be distracted. He came here for a reason and he was going to see it through.

And then you hugged him.

“Oh my Gods, it’s so good to see you! I thought I was the only one who cared about the Temple of Chaos God Kuko. Everyone in town thought I was crazy to come here, but I know the Gods are smiling down on me as I humbly serve them. I’m so glad you’re here! I could use some help cleaning this place up a bit and many hands make light-”

“You shouldn’t be here.”

Now, Kuko felt a little guilty as he watched your smile, but he was doing this for a good reason. You weren’t supposed to be here and he wasn’t happy with what you were doing to his home. He was here to stop you.

“I have a permit, if that’s what you’re worried about. I just thought that since Kuko doesn’t have a lot of followers as it is, if I clean up his home temple, more followers would come from it.”

“Maybe he doesn’t want followers because it’s his home.” Kuko snapped.

You frowned, folding your arms over your chest. “Without a base temple, how are his followers going to praise him and ask him for guidance? Sometimes people need a little chaos in their lives-”

He rolled his eyes. “People are pretentious. They think they want his help, but really it’s just them nagging his ear off. No one wants that, least of all him!”

“You’re being unreasonable-”

“No, you’re being unreasonable!” He shot back, venom lacing his words. “You come into his home and mess around with his stuff like it’s yours! Besides, he is the God of Chaos! He doesn’t want a clean, orderly temple! That’s for Hitoya!”

You scoffed. “Fine. If you’re so against this, I’ll go. I know when I’m not wanted.”

“Good! Go!” 

Again the gnawing feeling of guilt entered him. It was a strange and very human emotion. But this was for the best. Things would go back to the way it was. And that’s all that mattered.

“Dammit!” He heard you yell down the hall.

Running over to you, he grabbed your shoulder and pulled you away from the door. “What the hell are you doing?”

You glared at him. “Just because you don’t want me here isn’t going to stop me from leaving an offering.”

He paused. “Offering?”

Rolling your eyes, you turned back to the rusty padlock in front of the door. “Yeah, offering. Usually it’s food, but as long as it’s a gift to a God, it’s an offering. That’s what followers do for their Gods. I have some rum and cake in my bag that I was going to leave at his altar but there’s a lock and it won’t open.”

No one told Kuko that followers gave presents to him. If he knew that, he wouldn’t have stopped you. Glancing at the lock, he realized what room this was. It was his room and the messiest room in the temple. A swirl of embarrassment crawled up his neck, as he didn’t want to show you his room. But if he was going to get a present out of it, then why not?

He tried to pry open the lock with his hands when he remembered Jakurai’s words. He didn’t have his Godly strength. They needed another way in. He pointed next to you.

“Hand me that rock.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “You’re not going to bash my head in with it, right?”

He rolled his eyes in response. “Just hand it to me.”

“You could have at least said please.” You muttered as you handed it to him.

With all the might he could muster, Kuko hit the lock. It took a couple tries, but it was rusty enough for it to snap. Wrenching the lock off the door, he opened it, coughing as the dust hit him. His room was still as dingy as he remembered, but that didn’t seem to deter you. You marched up to the center of the room where his “bed” was. Dusting it off the best you could, you opened your bag. Out came a table cloth edged in purple, a bottle of rum with a little cup that you poured some alcohol in, and a dish with some fluffy looking cake. You then kneeled before the altar, pressed your hands together, and closed your eyes.

Oh Lord Kuko.

He could hear your voice in his head. You were praying to him.

I thank you for all the gifts you’ve given me and the challenges you’ve thrown my way. Especially this guy who started harassing me in your temple. I will take this challenge head on and make you proud. Even if everyone is against me, I will restore your temple to its former glory. I swear on my life as one of your most devoted followers. Thank you.

Though guilt continued to fill him for hearing your innermost thoughts, he knew he needed to hear it. You weren’t doing this out of selfish means. You were doing this for him.

“Hey…” He called out as you started to pack up to leave.

“What?”

Kuko felt his ears turn red with embarrassment as he said, “You don’t have to leave. I understand now that you’re not just doing this for selfish reasons. This place, it does deserve some sprucing up, and I think the Gods sent you here to do just that. Please, stay.”

You narrowed your eyes again, but stopped packing your bag. “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure.”

With a sigh, you set your bag down. “Well then, come here. I want to show you my ideas and prove to you that it’s not going to be all neat and orderly.”

He sat next to you at the foot of the altar and you showed him your schematics. Kuko had to admit, he was impressed with your designs. Not only were they perfectly chaotic, they were orderly enough so that people could still get through the temple with ease. It was such a perfect design and he wanted to help you create that vision. So he spent the rest of his twenty four hours helping you clean up. He moved debris out of the temple, dusted the marble, and swept up the cobwebs. As you went back to town to sleep, Kuko continued through the night. But by dawn’s first light, he could feel himself fading away. In a last ditch effort, he wrote you a note and left it at the altar for you to find.

And then he was gone.

“So, you didn’t kick them out.” Hitoya’s voice greeted him as he reentered God’s realm. “Why?”

He rolled his eyes with a scoff. “They’re going to bring me presents. Obviously I have to keep them around.” To prove it, he slipped into the altar and took a swig of the rum and a bite of the cake.

Hitoya chuckled as Jyushi said, “Maybe it’s because you like them.”

“I DO NOT!”

“Sure. Whatever you say, Kuko.”

As the two of them left alone, Kuko watched you enter the temple looking for him. But when you saw the note, you looked a little disappointed. He also felt sad for leaving you, but it was for the best. Besides, you continued where you left off last night. He was going to enjoy watching you work and if he missed you enough, he might just have to return to Shinjuku and pay Jakurai another visit.

[rexc0re]

“I don’t need a star..child…thing…whatever you are to decide MY future!” — star!glowduo

A/N: WAHOO! Yellow everyone and welcome to my first star glowduo writing smile. Won’t be talking abt it too much for spoilers but just know it is much more serious than the last writing, do what you will with that information :)

SUMMARY: Shooting stars are beautiful things, stars in general are. But when the shooting star looks like a human and starts explaining how they’ve watched you grow up things can get a bit messy…

WARNINGS: angst, yelling, descriptions of traumatic memories - bullying, rejection, loss of friends

Working in the museum was a great job! That is until you’re stuck with the closing shit and have to walk into each and every room to check for weirdos who might stick around. Luckily for Aimsey, he got stuck with that job tonight. It was a calm night so far so good they’ve managed to get through about almost every room with no weirdos to be found!

Now the last room she had to check just happened to be stars favorite. The sky viewing room. Along the walls displayed are photos of the sky at important points in history. But the real amazing part was the glass ceiling. Now looking through it during the day was always nice, but at night was when it was truly at its full beauty. The room itself utilizes sunlight as it’s lighting so at night you are completely surrounded by the stars and the ethereal moonlight.

Since xey had started the closing shift a bit earlier, she had the chance to sit and take in the sky for a bit before they had to leave. Pulling out a sketchbook and taking a seat on the marble floor Aimsey shuts off his flashlight and proceeds to draw the night sky with some fun doodles added in.

After doodling for a big Aimsey looks up, and would you look at that!! A shooting star! It’s wonderful and star closes his eyes to make a wish. But as she is making that wish a loud crash is heard.

Scrambling to stand up Aimsey stands up, stuffs their belongs back into the bag and turns on the flashlight pointing it around the room….nothing. Checking near by rooms, still nothing. The next logical choice is to lock up and go home maybe even call the cops.

Definitely, surely, you’re not supposed to go outside with no defense besides a flashlight and a somewhat heavy bag to find the source of the crash. Yet, that’s what Aimsey finds himself doing. Looking around the main garden there seems to be nothing. Until…they spot a light glowing from behind a tree and…is that…glitter?

Turning the flashlight off and carefully walking around to see behind the tree what aimsey sees is not what he expected. Sitting on the ground holding their head is a person? Definitely not human as he happens to have black and white skin, paper white hair that seems sparkly, freckles that look like stars, and is he glowing???

“Jeez Lussa next time we come to earth can we maybe not use the shooting star method.”

At first it seems like they’re talking to themselves before he opens up the fancy coat he’s wearing. Out floats a little star, presumably Lussa, who makes lots of angry gestures with her little arms that leaves the lad with a annoyed look on his face.

They continue their bickering until Aimsey decides that it’s enough and turns xeys flashlight back on pointed right at Lussa and mystery guy over there.

“Who. The hell. Are you two???”

The human like one stands up and whips around to face Aimsey as Lussa hides behinds his head. He stands their awkwardly like a deer in headlights (their tail really sells the whole look) until he speaks up.

“Uhm…hi?? I’m Ranboo!”

He proceeds to give Aimsey the most awkward smile xey has ever seen. She raises an eyebrow and moves a bit closer to squint at their face.

“Ranboo??? What kind of name is that?? Are you an alien?”

He squints their eyes more as Ranboo leans backwards a bit.

“No, yes?, no. I’m a Star child! Sent by Astraeus! Ya know titan star god? Yea I work for that dude!”

Aimsey gives him a blank stare. From behind Ranboos head, Lussa slaps her tiny palm onto her face.

“So you work for the Greek god Astraeus?”

“Yep!”

A moment of silence. Aimsey decides to play along with this tall tale and entertain the idea that Ranboo really is the person he says he is.

“So then what are you doing here on earth? Why would he send you here?”

Ranboos expression shifts as Aimsey can tell he is deciding what to say next.

“Well you see that’s the fun part. Funny thing is I’m uh…I’m your star spirit! Haha fun woo! Uhm..”

Ranboo shifts their gaze to the floor and then looks up after a few moments. Instead of finding the face of anger he expected he finds a look of confusion painted across Aimseys face.

“I’m sorry, you’re my what?”

“You know, your star spirit! Every human gets assigned a Star child at birth and from that point forward that child is their star spirit! We make big decisions all throughout your life and make sure you’re staying on the right track to accomplish your assigned destiny! Like do example most recently I decided that you’ll be moving into that house on maple street in a few months!”

Now, Ranboo was all smiles and happy he could finally meet his human! Aimsey on the other hand was horrified. He has been looking at a house on maple street. He has been making arrangements to move in in a few months. How Ranboo could know that xey had no idea. This is very overwhelming and suddenly there is an overflowing emotion of hurt, confusion, and anger.

Why had the universe felt the need to assign this..this…person to decide what happens in their life. Why couldn’t it be his decision. She didn’t need this random child from the stars to do it for them.

“And…why did Astraeus feel the need to give me a star spirit?”

“Well I told you, everyone gets one! To-“

“To make sure we stay on track for our destiny I got that but why do you need to be making big decisions in my life. I mean shouldn’t that be my choice?? I’m the one living it for crying out loud.”

Ranboo paused and there was a look of discomfort and pain on his face. This was not how this meeting was supposed to go. Aimsey had a point. She should be able to have complete control of their own life. This was something that Ranboo had brought up to Astraeus plenty of times and yet he never listened. Always went on some sort of tangent on how these humans needed people like Ranboo. To make sure they made it to their destiny.

Destiny.

What even is a destiny? Something a god you’ll never know of or meet decides for you? Well that just seems unfair.

As Ranboo kept contemplating what to say next, Aimsey decided to speak up for himself.

“I don’t need a star…child…thing…whatever you are, to decided MY future. That’s something I should be able to decide not you. And didn’t you say you decide how big things happen in my life? Well you sure have done a shit job at that! What about in primary when those kids just wouldn’t leave me alone? Or when my girlfriend cheated on me right before prom?? Or when I lost my best friend of 10 years? Hm? What about those times. Where those incidents all to get me to here? Working at a run down museum that’s going out of business and living in a shitty old apartment? All for this destiny thing you speak of??”

By now the reality that star had never actually made a decision for themselves in their life had hit Aimsey. It had hit Ranboo too. As they spoke more going on and on about all the things that have negatively affected Aimsey in his life Ranboo realized more and more how messed up his job was.

Tears were spilling out of Aimseys eyes as he kept talking and soon those tears turned to sobs as they shoved Ranboo a bit pushing him back. As Aimsey stands there crying into his arm Ranboo cautiously walks forward a bit. When he sets their hand on Aimseys shoulder and he dosent move away Ranboo pulls them into a very awkward-sibling like-hug.

“I’m sorry..I know how frustrating it is and trust me I’ve tried to talk to Astraeus about it for a while but he just won’t listen. If you’d like, we could maybe be friends? I’d still stay as your star spirit but this time you can put input into the decisions I make? That way you’d have more control of your life?”

Aimsey sniffles a bit and the pulls away from the hug. Looking up at Ranboo with a small smile and red eyes he says,

“I think I’d like that. But, first of all you’ve gotta tell me how you get your hair that shiny!! I mean it’s like there’s glitter in there!!! And also introduce me to you’re adorable star friend!!”

They both turn to Lussa who appears to be blushing. They both laugh and awkwardly pull away from the hug. Ranboo takes a seat and after a moment Aimsey sits down as well. Looking at the stars together, as friends this time, they begin a new chapter in their lives.

A/N: HELLLOOOO!! I hope everyone enjoyed the tiny bit of angst I snuck in there it made me hashtag sad. But also I hope you enjoy this cause I sure did I’m actually proud of this piece this time and would love to hear ur thoughts por favor smile and lastly reblogs are nice or something i still don’t really know how’s this site works shrugs okay bye bye see you next time with another writing YIPPIE

[aquadestinyswriting]

You're Not Alone

Summary: An incident involving a burnt tablecloth forces Llachlan to find somewhere to hide so he can wait out the trouble he's got himself into. A voice from the ether calls out to him in comfort.

Words: 764

Tags: @druidx @homesteadchronicles @flashfictionfridayofficial @asher-orion-writes,@warriorbookworm, @odysseywritings

Warnings: Possibly implied emotional neglect.

Notes: this one is set about 480 years post campaign and way after the other stuff I've written for the Titan Fighting Fantasy setting. I'll do a post about the current ttrpg campaign stuff at some point, this is set before that. Llachlan is around 30 years old here, so roughly equivalent to 14-15 years in human terms.

Uncontrollable. Rebellious. Wilful. Disobedient.

The black-haired beardling stumbled as he ran, tripping over his feet, blinded by tears. He'd known he was different from the rest of his family for years. They all had some connection or other to the Divine. He did not. He didn't know why. He'd been hoping for some sign or other for the last year or so. Something to tell him what the hells was wrong with him. Well, he'd gotten one.

Corrupted. Tainted. Defiled. A stain on the honour of his family and clan.

The young dwarf scurried around a corner, ignoring the shouts of the folk following him. 

"Llachlan, wait!"

"We just want to talk!"

Llachlan shook his head. No they didn't. Not when everyone in the mountain knew what he was. The beardling picked up his pace, finally hearing the voices behind him fade away as they gave up their pursuit. The lanky young man ran another few yards before finally finding a dark, damp corner and collapsing to his knees. 

Corrupted. Tainted. Disowned by the Gods.

Llachlan Bloodvein, the youngest son of the Archlector herself, hiccoughed out a sob, slamming his hands onto the cold, wet stone floor. He leant back on his heels, pulling out the small, mythril hammer he wore around his neck and glaring at it,

"Why? Why have ye Cursed me so? What have I done to deserve this?" He pleaded, trying to find any connection to the God his family so revered. 

There was no answer.

Snarling, Llachlan tore the chain away from his neck and threw the necklace into the gloom, shuffled so he was sitting with his back to the wall and pulled his knees to his chest with another angry sob.

~Poor wee lamb. Disgusted and reviled by all because of a gift they dinna understand.~ a feminine voice cooed. Llachlan's head jerked up, grey-blue eyes narrowing as he tried to find it's source,

"Who- who's there!" He demanded, revulsed by the feeling of the pull of magic around him. He felt a presence settle somewhere nearby, though he couldn't see anything that could cause it.

~A friend.~ the voice replied, ~I saw what happened and think it's a right shame that yer family reacted the way they did. Then again, they've never really liked you have they?~

Llachlan scowled in the vague direction the voice had come from,

"And how would you know?" He growled, "How long have you been following me?" The voice shifted direction, as though walking around the beardling,

~I've been watching over you for some time, Llachlan.~ it said, ~We have a lot in common.~ Llachlan turned his head this way and that, still unable to see who was talking to him,

"How come?" He asked warily. He knew that it was probably a bad sign that he was hearing voices from invisible presences, but something about whoever this was, was comforting to him. The voice sighed wearily,

~We're both too different for anyone else to truly understand.~ the voice said, ~Reviled by those that are otherwise our kin simply for having gifts they cannot hope to understand or control.~ Llachlan tensed at the words; a small part of him wanted to disagree, to tell whatever this voice belonged to that he was loved and supported. And yet…

~I've seen the way your parents look at you, Llachlan. The truth is; your parents despise you. All because you're a reminder of someone they want to erase from history. Someone they hate so much, they'd rather forget her existence than acknowledge the truth.~ Llachlan felt anger flare within him, blindly throwing the magic he'd gathered in the direction the voice had come from,

"You lie!" He snarled. He didn't want to believe the words. Didn't want to believe that his existence caused his parents such grief. And yet…

Llachlan recalled all the times his father had looked at him with fearful eyes when he had exploded with anger. The way his mother sometimes hesitated to comfort him when he'd looked to her in desperation after everything had become too much to deal with. The pity in their eyes with every failed attempt to connect to the Gods they so dearly revered. The sheer horror when he'd slammed his hands on the table, fire erupting from his palms and setting the tablecloth on fire. Llachlan hung his head, fresh tears stinging his eyes.

He felt the presence around him, wrapping itself over his shoulders, as though hugging him,

~Don't worry, pet.~ the voice cooed, ~As long as I'm here, ye'll never be alone again.~ 

[the-naked-man-friend]

fic where after s2e6 crowley finds himself alone and bitter and hell finds itself looking for new management since clearly earth is around to stay, especially with Aziraphale taking charge of things. Who better to do the job than the demon who's been on earth since it all started? Crowley thinks fuck it, maybe he doesn't agree with everything hell says but at least he'll not be alone. MEANWHILE Aziraphale is lonely on heaven, and really Gabriel's job involved a whole lot more paperwork than Saving The World ™️ so was it really worth it to give up what he could've had with Crowley? He heads back to earth only to discover that Crowley's gone back to hell and is currently Very Inaccessible (As most reminders of earth serve as a reminder to Crowley of what he loved most on earth - Aziraphale). The only people who can help are Gabriel and Beelzebub. After Crowley had so easily broken into heaven just by a (not-so) clever disguise and an angel escort, security in Heaven and Hell has been increased significantly. The only way Aziraphale can get to Hell without falling and becoming a demon is by doing it the human way: Sinning and dying. While Gabriel and Beelzebub didn't leave heaven/hell on good terms, they weren't necessarily bad terms either, and both retained portions of their heavenly/hellish powers and by working together similiar to Crowley and Aziraphale had, they are able to strip Aziraphale of his ethereal status and render him human. Aziraphale kills himself (suicide is a sin after all), gets to the underworld, reconnects with past human aquaintances, but doesn't manage to secure a meeting with Crowley because you can't just come to hell in a human state and claim to be the right hand man to the metatron. Aziraphale is sent to be tortured for eternity. There's been a new approach to eternal damnation based around "individualizing and diversifying eternal torment based on the lived experiences of the damned" and Aziraphale is tortured through using what he loves most - Crowley. When your boss's image is used to torture some old guy in hell, obviously demons take note and send Crowley the news. Crowley finds Aziraphale but resurrecting a man to full personhood (never mind angelhood) is out of his paygrade. There is a bittersweet reunion - where Aziraphale is glad Crowley has come to save him, Crowley has reservations because he gave up everything for the angel, and "Forgiveness is more of your thing, angel"). Cue: Angsty discussions etc etc and after discussions with Satan and inspiration from the Greeks, Crowley is allowed to bring Aziraphale back to earth a la Orpheus and Eurydice. or idk. something like that

[battleforoclarious]

The Other Angels

The stars form lines passed Diana and Clarkson as they fly into the battle. The war drums race through the ether as each strum becomes louder and louder. The drums slow down and become broad as they reach the frey.

Diana and Clarkson leap into the battle with their swords striking down into the fallen angels. Their targets look up, blocking with their shields. They strike again but the fallen angels parry. “Stay close to me, I don’t want to lose you”, pants Clarkson to Diana. Diana looks to Clarkson, “Got it”. They continue to parry with their opponents.

Now at Clarkson, he swings against his opponent but his opponent blocks and slashes back. Then his enemy thrusts a strong blow downwards with his sword ‘til it sends shockwaves against Clarkson. Clarkson blocks, shielding himself with his sword and arm. After he comes out swinging again, then shoots Sephicic water with another swing of the sword. The enemy flies back, down and out. Diana continues to parry with her opponent. She keeps slashing at him but he is able to hold. Then she slashes from the side and he ducks. She then slides through the ether, knocking him off balance forward. Then she stabs him. Diana and Clarkson then huddle against each other’s back. “I’m losing wind”, says Diana to Clarkson as she pants for air. Then they charge again into the fight. “There is no wind in outer space”, responds Clarkson. “Then what the hell are we breathing?”, exclaims Diana. “Magic oxygen”, says Clarkson as their backs are again against each other. “I was thinking it’s more of the supernatural ether that surrounds us”, says Diana. “Can you even breathe ether?” asks Clarkson. “I don’t know. Look out!”, as Diana comes in to block Clarkson from a blow. Then suddenly, thirteen fallen angels blaze through and knock both of them down to the side of the battle. The thirteen fallen angels look at them and about to strike as they move forward against them. Then there are clouds that build up around them and the thirteen fallen angels enter the clouds blinded. In that instance they enter, they are flung out against others with a swirling titus. Within the clouds, Yeshrow comes to them and picks Diana up. “I am Yeshrow”, he says to her. “I am Yeshraek”, his brother says as he picks up Clarkson. Another brother comes into the circle and guards, “Are you alright? Be vigilant”, he says to them. “This is our eldest brother, Yeshream”, says Yeshrow to them. “Yay, that is me. That titus that saved your lives was mine”, as he looks at them. Startled, he looked again, “What?! You are not of heaven or the void? You are not even angels. Where and when are you from?” he asks. “We are wayfaring strangers. Commanded by The LORD to aid in this war. So we have come to this strange place and time”, says Clarkson. “You are human. Are you for real? I have never seen a human before”, says Yeshraek. “Humans are not created yet, brother”, says Yeshrow. “I know that. They are from the time from whence it henceforth”, says Yeshraek. “This is why we are having this war to begin with”, says Yeshream. “We know that, big brother”, says Yeshraek. The clouds disperse, as they scatter, they find they are surrounded by a hundred fallen angels. Then Yeshjem, Hesrel, Lilacael and Farel fly into aid. “Looks like your lot of kindred is surrounded”, says Yeshjem. “Need my help?”, asks Lilacael. “Mine too!” says Farel. Lilacael looks at her with a dubious dumbfoundedness. “You are always like that, Lilacael. It is a team effort, remember” says Farel. “Wait, who are these people?”, says Hesrel. “Wait what?! Yeah, Hesrel. Are they the mystical elves you told me in those stories?”, asks Farel. “No, about that. We will explain later”, says Yeshrow. “You will be astonished about who they are”, says Yeshream. “I am already astonished”, says Lilacael. “Yeah, but they are kind of ugly though. Especially the guy. Dark, short, with squinty eyes that do not even seem to be able to see through those things”, says Farel. “Yeah, are they gnomes?” asks Hesrel. “No, gnomes are taller and not as ugly”, says Farel. “Farel, you have not even met a gnome before”, says Lilacael. Diana looks to them, “Wwe’r…”. Then Yeshrow stops her, “I said we will explain later”. Yeshjem looks at the hundred fallen angels that surround them, “Focus on the battle at hand ladies. We have a war before us”. Then the band looks outward. The three brothers creak their shoulders as they raise their swords on guard. The female angels raise their swords as well as Lilacael swings her sword in the air, Farel stretches her arms out and Hesrel motors her shoulders back and forward.

[zeawoo]

SNAPSHOOT ! na jaemin

PAIRING ▸ na jaemin x fem!reader

GENRE ▸ fluff, crack, friends to lovers

SUMMARY ▸ Jaemin uses his polaroid camera to take pictures of things he finds pretty: cute desserts at cafés, sunsets, and you

WORDCOUNT ▸ 3.37K

DISCLAIMERS ▸ y/n is a tsundere, don’t be like jaemin; don’t take pictures of someone if they tell you to stop (!), mentions of food, strong language, mentions of murder (jokingly), written in 2nd person, cringe-worthy fluff

TAGS ▸ @soobin-chois @enhacolor @yyunari @ethereal-engene

PLAYLIST▸ polaroid love - enhypen, darari - treasure, snapshoot - seventeen, the view - stray kids, pretty u - seventeen, irreplaceable - nct dream

You hate that stupid camera Jaemin carries around with him everywhere he goes. Maybe it’s because whenever you turn around to try and start up a conversation he'll be there, snapping a picture of you without any warning. Really, you don’t like it at all: the loud snapping sound that would cause onlookers to look at the both of you strangely, the bright flash that never fails to blind you, and the mere thought of Jaemin having his own personal arsenal of pictures that had your un-photogenic face (Not true! You're super pretty all the time! - Jaemin). 

Despite the number of times you beg your friend to stop, you’re always sabotaged by that oh-so-familiar feeling of being akin to a deer caught in headlights whenever you turn around thanks to the boy's unusually quiet demeanor. Perhaps you should expect it, seeing as it feels like he does it on purpose. 

Still, Jaemin never shows anyone any of his pictures, not even you. Whenever you or anyone else would try to get within a meter radius of his precious polaroid binder, his spidey senses tingle and you are sent to hell with that jarring glare of his.

You aren’t sure why he is so defensive over it. Hell, why would you take pictures just to keep them shut in a binder forever or at least until they fade away and turn into memories that the film fails to preserve?

As much as you hate his whole photographer thing with you being the unsolicited model, you are grateful that no one except the boy himself ever sees those mysterious —and probably horrendous (Stop it you look amazing in them - Jaemin) polaroids of you.

Jaemin taps his fingers lightly on his chin as he waits for the class to wrap up. Eyes darting between the clock and the whiteboard, he only wishes for this to end seeing as the urge to yawn is slowly, but surely, creeping upon him; that's something he wants to avoid at all costs. Yawning in Mr. Yoon's classroom means detention. 

It’s ridiculous, really. Maybe the old snob assums that yawning means the students aren’t listening to his lectures (I mean they probably weren't) but it doesn’t take away the fact that it is a stupid thing. After all, the human body needs the energy to digest after lunch. It isn’t Jaemin's fault that history with Mr. Yoon falls right after lunchtime.

The boy is ripped out of his trance when the bell suddenly rings, making him flinch in his seat. He's glad everyone else is too busy gathering their things and leaving in a hurry to notice him in his mildly embarrassing predicament.

Though, Jaemin takes his sweet time. His mind keeps bringing him back to this morning when his teacher, Mrs. Lee, had assigned the class a project. 

"Create whatever you want, and at the end of the month, you will do a presentation on it. The only requirement is that whatever you choose to do is based on something that inspires you."

It's simple, if you don't think about it, but when you do, it's those types of projects that make a great deal out of taunting the students because they tend to overthink it a lot. That's something Jaemin wants to avoid altogether, but he's afraid he already failed.

 The last few classes are a breeze to get by (since Jaemin's mind prefers to shove Mrs. Lee's project in his face instead of letting him actually pay attention to his classes). Jaemin doesn't even realize he's home by the time his thoughts finally let go of him. 

And so he runs up to his room and tosses his bag on the desk chair, opting to focus on getting his uniform off. The golden hues from the sun outside seep into his bedroom even through the dark and thick curtains. The view when Jaemin pushes them out of the way is breathtaking. If someone were to ask him what it looks like, the boy would freeze on the spot and have no idea what to say. So instead, he does what he always does and pulls out his camera from his bag, steps back, and snaps a picture of the view outside. 

The black binder that holds all of his most prized possessions is taken out of the hidden cabinet underneath his desk, and he unzips it intending to store his new addition inside. His fingers freeze over the plastic holders, though, since his gaze lands on a very special picture.

It's you. And you're at the zoo, holding a white snake that makes your eyes glint with adoration and your smile bigger than the sky. 

He remembers how the snake coiled in on itself when the flash of the camera scared it. He also remembers how you turned to him with a look of disbelief. That day you were running around trying to get him to throw away the picture, or at least let you look at it— to which you miserably failed.

The corners of his mouth quirk up a lot quicker than he'd like to admit it and a quiet, endearing chuckle follows. Jaemin doesn't know how much time he spends looking through the binder and giggling at all the candid polaroid pictures of you. All he knows is that when he lifts his head, it's dark outside and the sunset he was so fascinated about is now a mere capture that's been dropped onto his desk, forgotten.

As he walks over to the bed after pushing the curtains back to their original position, Jaemin cracks his knuckles before almost leaping onto the bed and grabbing his phone. The white letters near the top of his lock screen read 20:17, but he doesn't care about that when he scrolls down his notifications to see a dozen missed calls from and maybe a couple of hundred unread messages from none other than you.

At this, he shrieks, jumping away like a cat that's faced with a cucumber. The phone lands atop a pillow and the boy breathes heavily for a minute or two before picking up the device and unlocking it.

If there's one thing no one should ever do to you, that's having you call them more than twice, and text them more than three times. 

Yup, I'm fucked. Jaemin chuckles in a manner that makes anyone passing by think of him as a madman. Shit, shit, shit! His fingers tremble as he presses on the call button, bringing the phone up to his ear.

Big mistake.

As soon as you answered, the poor boy was attacked by a stream of curses and annoyed comments that were probably heard from the other room despite you not being on speaker.

"I called you so many times, and you couldn't even pick up? Where was your phone? Did you stick it up your ass or something? My mother wanted you to come over for dinner!"

Yup, definitely fucked.

The next day, Jaemin doesn't even have time to get home. Nope, because who is standing at the gate, waiting for him? You, of course. 

He’s glad that you go to different schools so he can at least escape your pissed off self after committing one of the worst crimes in all of humanity, but it seems like even that doesn’t do much for him as of now.

The boy stops dead in his tracks, making his friends look at him weirdly. It's only when they follow his gaze to see your angry figure stomping your way to the one who's as still a statue that they realize what situation he's in. 

"Hyung, did you do something to upset Y/n noona?" Jisung, the tallest yet youngest of the bunch questions, dipping his head in front of Jaemin curiously. 

"Of course he did, why would she be looking like that if he didn't?" Haechan chimes in, earning a high five from Renjun as the both of them snicker quietly. 

"Na Jaemin!" Your roaring voice paralyzes them all with an intangible menace. Funny enough, all of them (including Haechan and Renjun) scurry behind the boy who's name you just shouted with the intention of murder.

"Y/n— Look— I-I can explain—" And with that, Jaemin channels his inner Flash and speeds off. This may or may not fuel your anger even more, but it quickly dissipates when you're met with the faces of Jaemin's friends.

"Hi guys!" Your eyes dart to the younger of the bunch, and you waste no time to wrap your arms around both of their necks, cooing sweet words as they stand there awkwardly. Before letting them go, you do your usual and plant a big smooch on each of their cheeks. "Come over for dinner next week, my mom says she misses you." 

Chenle and Jisung's eyes sparkle at the thought of your mom's cooking. Simultaneously, they shake their heads enthusiastically which makes you giggle before turning to the three others. "Listen, I have to go but you guys should come too!"

Your demeanor changes entirely though, and the thought of Jaemin only pisses you off more as you crack your knuckles. You're so dead, Na Jaemin. And with that, you're off.

A moment of silence occurs before Chenle speaks. "You know, i'm never sure if Jaemin hyung and Y/n noona are dating."

A scoff resonates from Jeno. "They say they aren't, but they really do act like an old married couple."

"No I think they're definitely dating." Jisung nods in agreement with himself, and he's joined by Chenle.

At this, Haechan turns to Renjun, smiling cunningly. "Wanna bet?"

"Thirty bucks."

"You're on, Huang."

By nightfall, the both of you found yourselves at the Han River. Jaemin had suffered a small yet usual scolding session from you, topped off with a few punches. After a while, you just walked around; you were trying to calm down as Jaemin walked quietly behind you, probably sulking.

However, you’d told him to wait there before you dashed off to who knows where. Jaemin doesn’t want a death wish, so he does as you told and stays there like a good little boy waiting for his mom to finish grocery shopping. 

It takes a while and he starts to wonder if you left him there out of spite. That’s until the sound of footsteps approaching makes him look up to see you with a plastic bag in your hands.

“Sit,” You gesture at him to follow you, raising a brow at your unusually calm state. He finally relaxes when you get annoyed at him for not listening and finally trudges over to sit on the bench you’re at. 

He watches as you pull out two drinks, handing him one. Then you take out a slice of peach cake, sliding it towards him as a small peace offering. He doesn’t get the chance to say thanks for you’re already gone to throw away the bag and straw wrappers.

You come back to see Jaemin taking his first bite, and for some reason, you feel relieved when he looks like he’s on cloud nine, muttering something about this cake being the best thing on Earth.

“Is it good?” Your question makes him shake his head violently.

“It sure is! Try it,” He slides the treat to you and you gladly take a bite, savoring the flavor that leaves your lips stuck in a smile.

“It sure is.”

The atmosphere falls silent again, but neither of you mind. Jaemin eats half of the cake slice before offering you the rest, to which you gladly accept. He can’t help but keep his eyes on you, smiling fondly at how you seem to be enjoying the food.

Almost like it’s an automatic response, Jaemin fishes out his camera from his bag and despite the likeliness of you murdering him afterwards, he presses on the button that eradicate the peace that settled between the two of you.

He’s almost scared to lower the device that serves as a makeshift shield, but he does so and the expression on your face makes him awkwardly chuckle before getting up and running away. 

“Thank you for the food! Good night, Y/n!” 

And with that, he’s gone.

Back at the comfort of his own home, Jaemin sits at his desk, about to put away the photo of you in the binder until he stops.

“The only requirement is that whatever you choose to do is based on something that inspires you."

That’s it!

Jaemin’s lips quirk up so hard his cheeks start to hurt as he flips through the pages and takes out all the polaroids he took with you. He chuckles. He finally found out what to make his project about; his love for photography and you.

For the next few weeks, you were pissed at Jaemin and his love for taking pictures of you at any given moment. He managed to take so many that you’re surprised you haven’t killed him yet.

The boy even dared to take one of you when you were cooking with your mom on night and to your dismay, she encouraged him rather than scolding him like you wanted her to (I love your mom for that! And her cooking too, it’s amazing! - Jaemin)

He was taking a lot more pictures than usual, for some reason and despite blowing up a couple of times about it, he still continued.

Just what are you up to, Na Jaemin?

One day, though, you decided that you had enough of it. Jaemin had taken of picture of you as you were walking back home from school.

“Oh my god, can you not?” You stop dead in your tracks,  spinning on your heels to face the boy. “Stop taking pictures of me I-“ You’re surprised to see that Jaemin isn’t looking at you. Rather, he’s looking at the polaroid that had just been ejected. The weird part? He was grinning like an idiot.

“What, do I look like a fool in that one too, huh?!” And that’s when you had enough of it and stomp your way to him, attempting to pull out the item from his hand that he quickly raises out of your reach.

You expect him to cower at your murderous glare, but instead he does the unthinkable. Na Jaemin hugged you “Hey! What the—“ 

“You’re so beautiful, I hope you know that.” And that’s when it was finally your turn to freeze in disbelief. What the hell did he just say?

You attempt to struggle out of his grip, but no avail. The both of you’re in this weird situation (for you) for at least thirty seconds. When he lets go, the boy looks over your shoulder before meeting your gaze again. “You’re home, see you tomorrow, Y/n. Good night.”

The day of the presentation, Jaemin expects to feel anxious. However, he isn’t. In fact, he feels rather enthusiastic to be talking about the two things he values the most in his life; photography and you.

And when it’s finally his turn to present, Jaemin was wearing a smile all throughout the time he spent in front of his teacher and classmates. Eyes glistening with adoration, voice dripping with love, one thing was for sure. Jaemin had definitely aced this project.

Speaking of said project, he had handed it to the teacher after he was done with his presentation. It was a scrapbook. Every page in it was filled with at least one polaroid of you. Some pages had little notes at the bottom like ‘Doesn’t she look so pretty in that dress?’ ‘I wonder if she knows I would trade the world for her.’

After looking through it, how could Mrs. Lee not give the boy a perfect 100 for pouring his heart into this?

After school, Jaemin texts you to wait outside his academy. You’re not sure where this is going, especially since the boy had been acting strange for the past couple of days.

Despite your efforts to gain at least a hint at where he was taking you, you were left with nothing. The walk there was quite long, and you were surprised that Jaemin hadn’t snapped a photo of you yet. 

With your gaze glued to the ground, you don’t realize that Jaemin had stopped walking a few moments ago until you bump into him.

“Hey! What the—“ Your annoyance fades when you look around and realize you’re in a field, on top of a small hill that overlooks the city. “Woah.”

“Pretty, isn’t it?” Jaemin’s calm voice gives you chills as you absentmindedly nod, admiring the view. “Here let’s go sit.”

He leads you to a bench and you watch curiously as he pulls out something from in his back and hands it to you. “A… scrapbook?”

He nods, gesturing for you to open it.

And when you do, you’re rendered speechless. Memories come flowing back, from the time you had a frosting fight in the middle of his kitchen to when you went Christmas shopping at the mall. Every moment you spent with Jaemin was captured in this very scrapbook.

“Oh my god..” You finally realize what he meant that other night. He was referring the numerous polaroids he had of you that he finally made use of. “Jaemin this is—“

“I had an assignment,” He spoke. “And the premise of it was to create something from anything that inspires me. And that’s,”

“Your stupid love for taking pictures,”

“Yeah, and you.”

Butterflies overwhelm your stomach and you didn’t realize you were crying until Jaemin’s panicked figure reaches out to wipe the tears away.

Stupid. You’re so stupid, Jaemin.

“If it wasn’t obvious enough, I really really like you, Y/n.”

“Well no shit sherlock!” The sudden voice makes the both of you jump and snap your heads toward a nearby bush where the whole lot of Jaemin’s friends come out from.

“What the hell?!” Jaemin’s surprise is enough to tell you he didn’t orchestrate the appearance of his friends.

“Sorry hyung, noona. We just wanted to confirm if you two were dating.” Jisung rubs the back of his neck sheepishly, and you assured him that it’s completely fine.

“Yeah but these idiots right here,” Jeno points to Haechan and Renjun, “Couldnt keep their mouths shut.“

“It’s thirty bucks on the line here!” One of them shouts, making Jeno shake his head.

“So, are you dating?” Chenle chimes in, eyes flickering between you and Jaemin.

Your face turns red, and you know it. “Huh?! Of course not I-“ You avoid their gazes. “Ugh whatever no more free food for any of you!”

The boys watch as you cover your face in embarrassment, opting to look at Jaemin instead, “That means yes, if you’re really curious.”

At that, Renjun shouts in victory, running around and spouting taunting words to Haechan who only gets annoyed and chases after him. The others follow, but not before congratulating the both of you.

When they’re gone, you finally gather the courage to look up at your (boy)friend. He looks beautiful, and without a word, you take his camera and snap a picture of him. “What was that for?” Jaemin asks, dumbfounded.

“Just admiring the view.” You say as you look at the polaroid. “Isn’t the sky beautiful in this?”

“Hey! My face is in there too! Compliment me instead! Not the stupid sky!”

You stick your tongue out at him before stuffing the polaroid behind your phone case. He watches your every move with a smile on his pink lips. He’s about to say something when you beat him to it.

“So you did a presentation on this?” You point to the scrapbook that’s abandoned on the bench. “I sure hope you recorded it, cause i want to hear you praise me for three minutes straight.”

That’s when Jaemin goes tense. “Uh, about that..”

“Don’t tell me you didn’t record it.”

“See we’ll uh— I think maybe Haechan or Renjun—“ He doesn’t get to finish his sentence before you’re running after him, yelling a string of curses.

Yup, so fucking dumb, you are.

Spoiler alert: It was Jeno who had a recording of Jaemin’s presentation.

a/n: i got this idea from @yyunari’s fic titled polaroid love! go read it if you haven’t and i’m happy to say that this is my first (but not last) nct fanfic on tumblr!

[eddiescumfilledsock]

thinking happy scenarios about eddie to cope and pretend vol2 didn't happen with <3 also idk dnd stuff so like if anyone who reads this knows dnd or wants to add on please feel free!!! I love talking about him

-ok so like imagine if there was an online dnd game thing that you and eddie play where you randomly got asigned the same team with

-after awhile of playing and mainly talking to the team as a whole about the strategies and stuff you decide to dm him privately since he mentioned liking the same rock song too! you dont like all the same bands but you end up having quite a bit in common!

-eddie starts almost looking foward to his online campaigns more than the ones in real life because youre playing with him. hes eagerly awaiting for the school bell to ring so he can rush home and sit in that same shitty kitchen chair in front of his clunky computer to talk to the person whos quickly becoming his best friend

-the way you can ease his nerves or any anguish that comes from living in a place full of people that would rather him gone with just a few words makes it feel like maybe the world isn't such a hateful place to people like him

-after some more time you start taking about more personal things like where you live and school life, even sending some cool pictures from around town and your rooms and such but! surprise! you guys are in the same city! and youre obvi like !?!? because what are the odds! playing with people all over the usa and you just happen to live in the same little town as eachother

-so you guys agree to meet up at like an ice cream shop or something since you have gotten so close and like on the day of the meeting you tell him what clothes youll be wearing and something vuage like your hair color so he can find you easier and since hes never seen you he is just expecting an average looking person not the literal prettiest human hes ever laid eyes on because what ethereal as fuck being like that would play dnd right?,,,,right???

-so when he gets there there arent many people and definitely only one wearing what you described, youre turned away looking at the big menue so he casually taps on your shoulder to get your attention and is about to say the name you gave him only to be about knocked off his gd feet and is left Absolutly breathless, feeling like all the blood in his body is rushing to his face to give him the prettiest blush

-youre obviously not much better either becuase like have you seen that man???? his big baby cow brown eyes alone could make your heart explode from your chest in a flurry of hearts and butterflies, was this really the guy that youve been kicking fictional monster ass with?

-hes starting to regret not taking more time to tame his mess of hair or pick out something other to wear than the same old leather jacket that hasnt been washed in months, hell even just put on one more spray of cologne, did he remember to use deodorant? god he sure hopes so

-after a few seconds of you guys just staring at eachother you are able to gather yourself enough to mutter a quite hi with a shy little wave, and eddie thinks he found the person hes desined to marry because youre so kind,smart AND cute yet still listen to hard rock and play dnd? wowza, you really are a breath of freah air from the large majority of dicks hes forced to be around daily

-you guys start to try and make awkward small talk, not sure what unspoken boundaries that the other has and fear of potential embarresmnt but when you both ask for the same icecream flavor at the same time you cant help but laugh a little and eddie can instantly feel a lot of the tension leave his body at such a soothing sound, helping the easy conversations that youve had hundreds of online carrying over to the real world soon after

[littlefreya]

Prince Of Darkness

Summary: There'll be no escape tonight, the devil always gets what he desires.

Pairing: Devil!August Walker x Unnamed OFC (3rd person pov)

Word count: 6k

Warnings: 18+, DARK! NonCon, kidnapping, stalking, breeding, exhibitionism, loss of virginity, supernatural stuff, sex in a cathedral, mention of heaven and hell. Please proceed with caution. 

*No permission is given for reposting my work, copying it, ideas or parts it and claiming it as your own

A/N: I have put a lot of effort into this story, and I’m really anxious af. We all like to see August as a demon, but I decided to go all the way... And I’m nervous at your response and going to die after hitting submit. So bye.

Many thanks to the love of my life @agniavateira​, for support, brainstorm and beta. And to @crimsonrae​ and @wondersofdreaming​ who held my hand. 

Please give feedback and reblog if you enjoyed my work. 🖤

Title: Prince of Darkness

Blood painted the streets, courtesy of the blinding scarlet lights that danced upon gravel and tar before dwindling into darkness. The soft, beaming glow pulsed with the muffled beats of a monotonous song that played inside the luxurious nightclub. Like thundering war drums, it rumbled in the ears of the elegant man who stood along the shadows. 

Leaning against the cement, he took a sip from a glass of spiced Bordeaux and brushed an index finger over his thick moustache to wipe away misguided droplets of wine. 

‘How could anyone enjoy this abomination?’ He wondered with a guttural groan, never quite grasping this electronic noise thing; but then again August was older than this music, and his tastes far exceeded cheap and trivial antics. He was a man driven by the appetite for destruction and forbidden delights, and tonight, he was finally about to obtain both. After decades of anticipation, the succulent fruit was ready to be plucked. 

Oh, what an intoxicating and delicious mist his unsuspecting beloved emanated, setting his heart aflame with her sheer ripeness.  

‘It’s been so long, so painfully long.’ 

Time had lost its meaning as he waited, curving and swerving into a stream of an infinite river flowing with decay and death. 

But as the old saying went: all haste comes from the devil. 

So the man lingered against the wall, a sparkle enkindled and crackled in his eyes, morphing into black wells whilst the waves of her honey-liqueured ambrosia grew pungent, seeping through his airways and sinking in his throat. The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, revelling in the sound of harsh tapping heels that echoed louder with every step until she came summoned into the naked wilderness of the city street. 

‘Beautiful and innocent as the garden of Eden. Of course, of course...’

The stranger scrutinised the young woman with another sip from his wine and a bite of great intrigue - but stoicism and silence, for now, were his most valuable allies. 

Clad in a lithe black dress and a stylish leather jacket to keep herself warm from the chill autumn breeze, she fished for the mobile device in her purse while distress washed her wrinkling brow. Illuminated by the bright screen, her face sulked as for the seventh time in the last 30 minutes, her attempt to find an Uber bore no success whatsoever. 

Was there something about tonight that all drivers were kept occupied, or had her luck simply run dry? 

Showing her face to the moonlit sky, she sighed in great frustration. This must have been fate’s retribution to a mindless bad decision; she should have left with her friends, but staying alone to fruitlessly catch the eye of the uncaring bartender seemed more significant as the buzz of alcohol dimmed any ray of logic. Now deep into the night, walking home alone didn’t appear to be the most sympathetic solution, yet it occurred to her that there wasn’t much of choice.  

“You seem distressed.” 

Equal to a dark chant sputtering words of witchcraft, the low yet incredibly soft baritone of his voice slithered from the corner and crept down her spine with icy scales. A lurching hollow flared within her gut, her neck seized by the tight grip of a serpentine phantom. 

His vibrato sounded like a voice that called her through a dream she never had before; despite the unsettling arctic spasm gyrating through her shaky limbs, it lured her to return a stare and meet the cryptic face behind the seducing chant. 

Two sharp glaciers glimmered at her as the stranger sauntered into the penumbra, momentarily lit by another flash of neon red that broke onto his face and highlighted his ethereal features. Her lips drew open, her nipples hardening against the fabric of her dress as a shiver ran through her. To say that the stranger was handsome would be an understatement, as it almost seemed as if he was ‘designed’ by a sculptor - carved cheeks led a path to slightly pouted lips, and a stark, dimpled chin was shadowed by dark stubble. His chocolate-brown hair was elegantly combed to the side, with a couple of large lustrous locks gently nestling over his brow.

Though it wasn’t his good looks that left her riddled with prickly goosebumps, but the unprecedented magnetic haul that made her feel as if she was physically drawn toward this mysterious man. 

Frightened by the unbidden reaction of her own body, she quickly retreated to gawk at the phone and provided no answer to his inquiry. A strange yearning to submit grew between her clenching thighs, a primal response to his striking looks and charms. 

But she killed the seed before it set roots in her flesh. 

‘They said Ted Bundy was charming as well…’ she mused. Frivolous as she wanted to be, getting murdered was undoubtedly not among her plans tonight. 

Revelling in her silent reply with an arched brow, he tilted his head when a blinding flicker abruptly caught his keen eye. Kissed by the pale moonlight’s beam, a small silver cross rested upon her collarbone. His sharp fangs begged to peek with sardonic amusement, but he kept his lips clamped, not wishing to scare her too soon. 

There was to be plenty of that later...

“May I offer you my help, sweetling?”

Threading his long fingers between the smooth stem and clasping them around the bowl, he lowered the glass to the side of his hip, dragging the girl’s unwilling eye to the healthy bulge in his groin. 

Her lips drew open as a surge of staggering heat flushed at her apex. 

It seemed enormous... 

“Name’s August, like the emperor, but you can call me whatever your heart desires...”

Embers burnt at her cheeks; in her belly, the odd mystical calling continued weaving at her core in an urge to accept whatever it was he had to offer. Her eyes warred to tear her gaze away from his nether region as her lashes fluttered to meet the abysmal glance that bestowed both frost and fire through her tendons. 

There was something archaically familiar about this man as if she knew him before the days had names. Yet she swore, it was the first time she ever saw his striking face. 

“I can take you wherever you need to go.” 

Breath laced with wine titillated her nostrils as the words spilt from his lips, whilst another crimson ray broke upon the marble of his face. Never had he urged, but instead suggested with a tongue soaked with honey. Still, a blazing aura of danger encircled him. And even though the very natural fear of walking home alone grappled her, it still seemed like a much better plan than entrusting her life to a stranger who was twice her size. 

Deciding to keep her tongue knotted, she turned and began striding away. ‘Best not to engage him,’ she thought, but once she moved past his bulky figure, her heart suddenly picked up its pace and her legs refused to function as if they no longer belonged to her. 

Seconds stretched into eternity. The thought that this civilised savage will assail her and drag her into the night scratched at the back of her head. But the worst of it was the simmering throb. Unforgiving, like gathering storm clouds, it thundered the closer she walked by him and then gradually died out as she finally managed to move away and free herself from this invisible bond. 

Savouring the final drop of wine, August watched amused as the frightened little lamb quickly oscillated on her feet, scampering into the horrors offered by the dark. It was funny how fear made animals act so heedlessly and rush straight into the burning heart of peril. 

A toothy grin peaked his chiselled cheeks. Always the gentleman, he shifted from the concrete, discarding the glass carelessly to shatter on the sidewalk. His sinew stretched in a relaxed ripple of an apex predator before he straightened both vest and jacket and stroked his thick moustache. 

Though her heavenly fragrance still soaked the air, the girl was already gone from normal eyesight. It was a pity to see her leave, yet there was no need for him to rush.

There was never really a choice for her. 

Strangely, the night kept growing unnaturally darker. A great ocean of blackness and crystalised stars spread from above, casting looming shadows across the tall buildings that resembled a maw filled with rotten teeth. The tepid wind that blew between the vast concrete monoliths was nothing but the breath of a mythical beast intoning her name through the shadows.

Clawing at her forearms, she meandered through the inert street with a wary eye. Desolate neon signs flickered hauntingly, bequeathing a vibrant beacon of dread over the shimmering, onyx road. Not a living soul was in sight as if the world descended into stillness, dominated by an eerie, dead silence save for the harsh echo of her hasty heels. And yet, the long path felt anything but lifeless. With every step landed on the ground, she could sense the movement beneath the surface: swarming vile things, slippery and scaled. Unseen by the human eye, they hissed dirty little secrets and slithered with sinister hunger, drizzling down their fangs. 

‘You can already feel me inside you, can’t you sweetling…’ Remaining hidden, he had to admit that watching the little lamb leap shivering into the slaughter has been somewhat of foreplay.

A veil of fumes emitted from her parted lips. The air became colder, summoning a terrifying truth that made her lungs clench around the black void that abruptly filled them with the notion that maybe... maybe… that chill, liquid-like thing that threatened to touch her ankle wasn’t just in her crazy imagination.

There was something out there, something undeniably familiar. This unusual gust of wind brushing at her nape has accompanied her since she could remember herself, an unsettling breeze bidding that evil lurked between the creases, holding its sinewy fingers clasped together while waiting for her to answer his hushed calling.

‘And once you finally answer, there is no turning back…’ 

Fear gnawed its frosty fangs at her bones, puncturing tiny painful cavities that were needles in her flesh. Tonight, of all nights, the same hazy feeling became stronger than ever before. Deep inside, she knew she would meet her end. Pressing the oily pads of her fingers at the sharp corners of her pendant, she inhaled and chanted a prayer, refusing to succumb to the noxious malice when a frozen pin pierced her heart.

Like the lark calling on the dawn, an unbidden chant carried her name.

Drenched with frigid sweat, she exhumed a shuddering breath, praying to God that it was only her imagination playing tricks on her ears. 

‘The greatest trick he ever pulled was convincing the world he didn't exist.’

Indeed in the darkness, leered the beast. All teeth and malicious glee, August moved from one shadow to another, feasting on the aphrodisiac that was the mixture of her harrowing terror and unveiled desire. If only she knew the trail her scent left for him to follow - he could smell her from miles away. 

The little flower between her legs began blooming the moment their entities finally encountered one another, and it was his ancient name her dew had dripped for.  

‘My sweet little thing, tonight I will finally grant you a purpose...’ 

Like a hound awakened from a deep slumber, he flexed his bulging muscles and tailed her in utter silence. The same spell that burnt in her core seethed the blood gathering in his ardent loins. Since the dawn of humankind, he had more women than any other man on this earth, yet none has evoked such hunger in him. 

He would have eaten her alive and torn her to shreds if only he didn't have bigger plans for her.

Still hidden by the unnatural night, August stalked from behind, the blaze of his enkindling burn licking her path as he crept further to ensnare his prey. He wished she could see herself through his own flaring glance, how beautiful she was with tears of despair rolling down the tender slope of her cheeks. 

His beloved girl; his, by ancient law. Spirited as a rageful tempest, she insisted on escaping her prophesied fate. Muscles and bones strove against the panic that turned her boiling blood frigid. But no power, physical nor divine could revoke this otherworldly attraction that bound her to him. His bidding could never be undone and as much as his blood relished from the thrill of the chase, it was time to put an end to this dance and seal their union. 

Appearing from a stygian haze of a spectral nightmare, the beast drew his claw to grasp the fleeting girl’s shoulder.

The world froze along with the scream that died in her throat. Cold, slippery wet, the phantom serpents slinked around her ankles and held on to the ground as the thing behind her bit his nails into her collarbone. His touch was no ghost, but as real as the quiet moon that voyeured her fate from above and did nothing. A wretched gasp of anguish shuddered through her airways as his fingers stalked forth to cinch at her neck. 

His grip was tighter than the icy finger of death, yet its caress was the sensual lick of a gossamer tongue. 

It was almost as if he worshipped her. 

Shadows befell her as the assailant leaned close, wafting a mist of intoxicating fumes scented of poisonous elixirs and an ancient forest that laid deep between the veils of the underworld, hiding forbidden mysteries that none dared speak of. Seeping through her orifices, it stung her eyes and raked remorseful tears. 

“Please…” she broke into sobs, shaking her head at the dawning of her fate.

The man inhaled deeply. Though she could not see him, the joyful malice that danced on his pleased breath roared in her ears.

“Do not fear me.” The sonorous rumble caressing her ear was hardly a surprise in its familiarity.  It was him, the handsome bewhiskered gentleman from earlier. But of course, it was always him: the whisper in the dark, the slithering things moving beneath the tepid ground, and the smell of burning pyres. 

But who the hell was he?!

As if he read her mind, his hand twisted around her nape and with a careful sway, turned her to face him. The voice inside her head warned her over and over again not to look at him; yet the temptation was too great, peeling her eyes open to stare at the thing that made her heart drop to her gut.

Vast, raven wings spread from each side of an Adonis figure, their intimidating length denying her widened eyes to look at anything but the dark god that soared tall in front her. No, not a god, a devil. A pair of small golden horns peeked from the mane of long curls, and the heavenly icy gaze she remembered from earlier had melted into an abysmal lake of fire.

He was beautiful.

He was monstrous.

And just like that, she descended from the earth, swept into a thick swamp of darkness that swallowed her whole. Never letting so much as her feet kiss the ground, August scooped her into his strong arms. Peering down upon her, he broke into a delightful grin, already enamoured with his delicate new bride. The pang of lust tingled in his groin, though despite the raging need to claim her now, it was her screams he desired more than all as he would consummate their eternal marriage. 

Wicked tongues of fire licked up the shallow air, casting a faint amber glow into the abominable sombre of a vanishing nightmare. Shy as feral nymphs, the bursting sparks ascended melancholily, whispering tales of perishing days that fell to harmony with a strange mumbling chant. Still locked in a void of unconsciousness, the fallen girl shifted with disquiet, her hands restlessly clutching at a virginal silk gown that covered her body. 

Vaguely remembering a horrifying dream of a demonic entity, she woke with a sudden electric jitter. A peal of breathless pants pushed through her heaving chest before she slumped into the intense relief one experiences from a brush with either death or a ghastly fantasy. 

“Thank God…” she whispered with a fist pressed to her breast.

Yet, something was amiss. The low vocal melody continued despite her state of clarity, tangled with the eerie presence of a hundred cutting glares that stabbed her crawling spine. Slowly and carefully, she lifted her head and scanned her surroundings. 

The blood drained from her face.

Swaying like shadowy wraiths stood men cloaked in black velvet hoods. Tears of milky boiling wax trickled from the candles held by their stringy fingers, yet they didn’t seem to flinch as the burning rivulets seared their flesh. Their hollow eyes were fixated upon her while words of a dark sacrament sputtered from their lips and reverberated through the endless archways and ribbed vaults that towered above them. 

Her trembling muscles were briskly stifled under the unsettling realisation of her whereabouts - a cathedral, a thousand years old if not more. Burning torches lit crumbling pillars and statues of monstrous winged creatures that encircled them from every niche, their malicious shadows dancing upon dusty obsidian bricks. Unglazed windows were barred by black iron, the beautiful floral shapes preventing any means of escape. 

Only the fractured ceiling held a cheap shred of hope, as a vast rupture of broken stone exposed her to the scarred carmine wolf-moon.

If only she had wings…

Bones rattling beneath her crawling flesh, she sat upon the hard surface with wells of despair. Her hands clutched around the edge of the bed, only to be kissed by the sharp corners that pierced the delicate flesh. Hissing with pain, she lifted her arms and stared below at what appeared to be a midnight-black marble creased with golden veins and saplings-like patterns. 

It was beautiful, just like the creamy gown that covered her body.  

“Do you like it, bride?” 

Rising from the crowd like a flame among charred coals, appeared her handsome abductor. Suitable to a true evil prince, a long red cloak enrobed his broad, sturdy form, the velvet hem trailing behind him like a thick river of blood while he marched forward with no haste in his dauntless mien. Human once again, August offered the most endearing grin; two profound dimples embellished his scruffy cheeks, and his eyes shone brighter than a frozen sea. 

Yet in her sullen gaze, he was nothing but a monster.

Abruptly enraged and driven by pure instinct, she jumped off the marble and paced backwards. Tears of anger and fright rimmed her swollen lids and her bare feet nearly collided as she shook her head at August who was neither impressed nor concerned by this foolish protest. 

“You stay the fuck away from me!!!” She warned with a scream and hastily turned away. 

Lost in some trance, the praying mob never stirred, granting the girl a fair chance to escape the bewhiskered man who was still several strides away. Her feeble legs made three to four steps when her muscles swiftly turned to stone, and her stomach lurched. 

‘No! It couldn’t be! How?!’

Curls shining like precious coils of onyx, August emerged in front of her, continuing his relaxed gait as if this was a natural occurrence. His bright icicles melted into malicious dark pools of twisted desire, and his tongue briefly laved his plump lips at the sight of pure disbelief that cascaded over her face. He could feel right under her skin, hear the thrumming heart that both chilled and fumed for him. Further beyond her thoughts, his betrothed yearned to be defiled and torn open by him. 

It was her destiny, whether she liked it or not. 

Still she fought, so ferocious and defiant, flinching away from his attempts to seize her. It was almost comical to watch her deny him, knowing that her fate would be no different; she will spread her legs and submit to his conquest. And yet, her battle was immensely appealing; what better bride to the dark lord than a woman who breathed fire.

“Who are you?!” She cried, her trembling voice rising with panic and her cheeks soaking with tears, “What do you want from me?!”

August's face was devoid of mercy, her whimpering hisses did nothing to deter him and only further increased the appetite of the deprived wolf that circled in his gut. With a wring of his wrist, his fingers snapped at her elbow, hauling her against his rock-hard chest with such might her heels hovered above the ground. 

Writhing in his grip she flung her hands at his face, clawing streams of crimson to trickle down his cheeks. The notion of hurting this vicious man brought somewhat of a sick joy; but her onslaught died at once, and her mouth fell agape as his skin healed with not even a trace of injury. 

“Oh God, what are you?!” She shuddered. 

Still holding her elbow hostage, his free hand travelled to the hem of the white gown, the long, perverted fingers twisting around the fabric before yanking it off at once. A resounding rip echoed through the tall arches, causing the chanting choir to halt their susurrations at once. 

All eyes were afloat as the cold air kissed her skin. In vain, she attempted to cover herself only to be felled by the restraints of August’s grasp. 

“God?...” The man finally spoke, his melodic voice ending with a sonorous hum that sprouted through her arteries like a deadly toxin. Not less poisonous, his gaze trailed down her form, worshipping the very sights of his delightful prize. 

“Not God, but once I was an angel,” he suggested and leaned down to inhale her skin with a gratified growl before he flicked his wide tongue at her chest.

A groan of approval emitted from his lips, the sheer coat of sweat that layered her bosom was soaked of freshly brewed fear, his most favourite savour. His wet, velvety snake swept the sweet-briny wetness and licked further down her breasts, twirling around the erect nipple.

Unintended, she moaned. A river of delights rushed between her grinding thighs.

“No!”

Wrongful, unwanted bliss awoke in her. She felt desecrated and allured at once. Her fickle body deceived, mistaking this vile conquest as consensual. And the more August took, the more she desired; her dutiful womb demanded to consummate this bond, almost as if the beast had bewitched her a long while ago, embedding his essence in the marrow of her bones. 

August grinned against her skin, the scent of her arousal fresh in his nose while his lips travelled to kiss down her sternum and the slope of her torso. His thick whiskers left a trail of fluttering butterflies.

“Have sympathy, my love. I had built my own realm and waited in the forlorn abyss. Empires fell and worlds disintegrated into ashes while I waited for thou,” he explained and clutched the cheek of her behind in his claw, squeezing it possessively. “I have longed for your touch since the day your ancestor promised you to me, little lamb. A hundred years’ worth of waiting for the bargain to reach its end, and for you to finally be ripe.” 

The beast pressed one last languid kiss below her navel, a guttural hum exuded in between his lips, huffing hot against her belly. Slowly he rose to his full height, towering above his helpless victim who hugged her arms to cover her naked body and watched her nightmare unfold once more. Cold wind chilled her damp cheeks as August flung the blood-red cloak and exposed his naked figure before her.  

He was massive, a masculine build fit for a warrior angel, covered with thick bulging muscles and dark hair. Lips parted, she forgot herself, gawking in awe and allowing her gaze to trail down to his unapologetically monstrous cock. Firm and throbbing, it dripped with hunger, urging to find release inside her clenching cavern.

She didn’t even know a man could be this vast, but alas, he was no man at all.

It was at that moment when blackest wings spread before her that realisation finally struck through like a blunt hammer to the back of her head. Covering her mouth she cowered away, her exposed back hitting the raised altar behind her. 

August was no man nor god, but Lucifer himself. 

Seeing the hope die in her eyes, the devil sneered. 

“No, no, no! This can’t be real! This isn’t real!!!” She yelled, pathetic little hiccups sputtering from her lips.

August tilted his head, giving a scornful pout and scoffed with amusement. “Am I not?” He asked as he lifted an arm to flick his fingers, summoning two of the hooded servants to approach the dais. Their eyes were soulless gems embedded to a grey face that was cracked like a broken eggshell. 

“I am real, beloved, as real as the child you will conceive me tonight.” 

Shrills of terror flew through the great hole in the ceiling. Kicking and screaming, she fought as the men seized her arms and dragged her to the altar, forcing her flat down and holding her arms to prevent her from escaping. They never blinked at the ferocious war she waged against them, though an impish smile slowly possessed their faces as their master strode forward. 

“Sweet little lamb,” August chanted, enamoured with his fiery bride while he sauntered by the edge of the altar. His Adonis body golden in the candlelight, his fingers squeezed and pumped the ravenous demon that hung heavy between his legs. The twinge in her womb rose in response, a low roar thrumming as it yearned to succumb to its unbridled purpose. Sheen, the arousal trickled between her kicking legs and onto the smooth stone, making her cheek flame.

Much to August’s pleasure. 

“Our son will burn this world to cinders,” he promised and snaked his fingers at her ankles. Calmly deflecting her attempts to kick against him, he dragged her toward him until her knees folded over the edge and spread between his thighs. The platform was in the perfect height, positioning her delicious Eden at the height of his blessed demon. 

“You will make an excellent mother.”

Her entire body shook, her cunt clenching along her sobs in both defence and beguiling need as August leaned in and grazed the silky pink crown between her wet petals. She begged he wouldn’t be able to invade her, but her prayers fell to deaf ears.    

“Please don’t do this to me! I will do anything… please!” She wailed a bargain, still trying to escape the servants’ grip and looking at him pleadingly, “I… I...haven’t been with a man!”

“Oh I know…” August beamed and stroked himself back and forth between her engorged lips. Vamping flames tingled at her flesh, her core foolishly squeezing around nothing in demand for this wretched monster to defile her.  

“You’ve kept yourself for me, didn't you? I have waited for you too, for centuries even, but now our waiting has ended, and I can finally love you.”

With one brutal thrust, he breached through the gates of her sacred haven, corrupting her purity and ripping her open with the elegance of a savage. 

Exasperated bats fluttered their wings over the red moon at the sound of her pained howl. Eyes flared to the bleak sky above; the girl watched them in a daze, disbelieving the blazing demon that scorched her from inside as he nestled himself between her resisting gates with no intention to cease. 

In his villainy, August pushed further. Stunned thunders of ecstasy erupted from his lips, all to humiliate her along with the dark minions who circled the altar to pervertedly witness this sacrilegious ritual in which their master ravaged the unwilling maiden. Ignoring her body’s vehement protest, he forced himself unfathomably deep, only stopping until the head of his cock kissed the gateway of her cervix.

Crystalised tears rolled down her temples and stained the cold marble beneath her body. Slit impossibly sore, she twitched and sobbed at the overwhelming feeling of being invaded by another entity. Her once protected realm was now under the domain of a ruthless prince, and he took no prisoners and granted no mercy nor care at her vain endeavours to push him out. 

He would never stop. He would have her again and again until her sacred little womb would be plentiful with his seed. 

“Tight,” he blurted out in a blissful huff and reached his talons to bite into her quaking thighs. Spreading her wider, he hooked his hands below her knees, moulding her into a vessel to be fulfilled. Arctic orbs glazed down her naked figure, his plump lips cooing at her aching whimpers. The taut and hairy muscles of his gut flexed as he carefully withdrew his vicious cock, coated in the crimson sorrow of her maidenhood.

Hollow pain throbbed in her empty cunt as he suddenly abandoned her. Distressed and overwhelmed, she hoped he would stay out, yet her traitorous body coveted his return in a false faith that it would ease the fervid twinge that soared to her belly and even burnt in her breasts.

It was far from true.

No less vigorous than before, August plunged back inside her, stretching her again, shaping her as his own as she yipped and struggled to escape. His head threw back with a roar of divine pleasure, feasting at the thrill of her dauntless veils wrapping around him like a succulent flower. For a moment there, he wondered who preyed on who. Her concupiscent little cove sucked him so wantonly it threatened to swallow his raging cock. 

‘But of course, every virgin is destined to become my whore.’

Hot and heavy, his shaft seized the void that had always been inside her, their heaving organs collided in euphoric bliss like two broken shards that were lost for decades and finally pieced back together. And even though she seared with every jerk or shift he made, the impassioned flames licked at the seams of her twitching cunt in waves of ache and foreign desperation. 

“No…” she whispered, shame singeing her throat as the little pesky sparks enkindled where the devil had violated her. Vision blurry, she gazed at him utterly mystified. Part of her warred to stoke the fire that screamed heresy, while the other begged to yield to her demise.   

As August pulled away again and thrust harder, a breathless moan tore from her lips.    

A cutting grin radiated onto his face. “It feels so good inside you,” he sang and slid one hand to stroke all the way down from her sweat-ridden thighs to her belly, feeling the movement of his cock with every push and shove. 

He was taunting her, yet she couldn’t care less. Over the cinders of pain and virtue, a garden began to bloom. With every abysmal stroke of his swelling shaft, she could feel green saplings and coy vines growing within her uterus—soft, beautiful tendrils stalked through her arteries, sprouted through her cove, and engulfed his swelling demon as well.

She was no longer burning but becoming alive. Pained cries suddenly evolved into asphyxiation of bliss. Beyond her realisation, she undulated her hips in the desire to endure each of his wet claiming thrusts. Her spine coiled against the surface, further allowing him easier passage to nourish the wilderness that continued spreading through her blood. 

Noticing the change in her, approving groans rumbled in his throat; his little bride was growing tighter around his demon, her quivering lips and fluttering lashes the image of true Elysium. It was not long before he would plant his seed in her fertile lush. Her cunt milked and suckled around him, demanding to be bred by the devil. 

“Yes, my love! Give in to me! Give in to your primal sin!” August urged, enhancing the rhythm until he was thrusting into her like a battering ram, the sinful elixir of their union smearing on his groin and dripping down her rump. “Descend with me!” 

In her delirium she witnessed magical nightshades and sinewy stalks growing amidst the gritty bricks, encompassing the ominous cathedral with bright colours. 

It was paradise on earth, given to her by the unearthly rapturous joy of having this demon violate her, slamming harder with growing frustration until his thick girth ripped through the last threads of her self-preservation and that which she tried so hard to deny erupted through her clenching core.

Euphoria. 

For a lingering moment, she had wings of her own, pale as precious pearls and lustrous stars. Tingling waves of ethereal white heat burst at her seams, purifying her as she flew above the cathedral, and watched their ungodly union from above. But her wings suddenly caught aflame and before she knew it, she crashed onto the earth with a secondary, more violent climax. 

The beast’s roars erupted into a brutal thunder, causing the sturdy pillars of the cathedral to quake and crack like thin glass. With all his might, he clutched her thighs and hauled her against him, slamming his swollen cock deep into her belly and releasing his smouldering, milky essence until it seeped from her sleek. August’s wings flew open as he found his own rapture, blazes following through and consuming the ancient hall. 

This was no longer a hallucination. 

This was Inferno.

Still radiating with orgasmic glow, she screamed horrified as everything around them vehemently burnt to coals. Even the soulless servants crumbled into dust, accepting their fate without so much of a yip. The fire raged and died within seconds, leaving nothing but broken pillars and ashen smoke.  

Shortly, the tepid air of night caressed her naked skin as they remained alone in the ruins of what was once an ominous cathedral. Still buried in her viscera, August broke into a low, stretching groan of relief which made her immediately return her eyes to him. Shame rose bitter in her throat and new fresh rivulets trickled on her cheeks.  

After all that he had done to her, she could see nothing in him but a beautiful monster.

“My beloved queen,” August keened to comfort her and moved his hand to tenderly stroke her lower belly. 

A toothy smile broke upon his face, his eyes gleaming with surprise as he felt the life that had already begun growing in her angelic fortress. A son, strong and glorious as his father. For the first time in his long existence, the devil was truly elated and he vowed in that moment that he would give her much, and much more. But first, she needed to be cared for. 

Her assaulted hole convulsed with pain as he pulled himself out, leaving a trail of creamy fluids to dribble at his departure. Sniffling and shaking, she watched him bemused, as he climbed onto the altar and moved to lie beside her. Though she no longer flinched as he touched her, what was the point of it anyway? He had already destroyed her and stolen her innocent soul.  

“You make me so happy, my beloved queen,” August had murmured as he gripped her jaw and pressed his lips to hers. His kiss claimed her breath, pillaging whatever left of her chastity and wit until she absentmindedly kissed back, forgetting herself as his tongue bested her will. 

When he broke away, the taste of spiced ruby wine and blood lingered in her mouth. 

“An eternity awaits us,” the devil explained as he pecked her nose and her forehead lovingly, to which she shivered - out of fright or out of want, she couldn’t tell the difference anymore.

“You had made me the happiest, now give me the chance to grant the same favour, ask for anything you want in the world and it shall be yours,” he begged and wrapped her in the shelter of his strong arms to lie down with him on the smooth stone surface.

Absentmindedly, she welcomed the protection offered from his embrace and stared silently as flakes of cement broke from the remnants of the wall floated in the air around her before she opened her mouth. 

“I wish for…” 

Her whisper faded into the dark.

*Disclaimer: I do not own Mission Impossible or August Walker

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