#the owlhouse philip wittebane x reader

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I don’t know if you do headcanons but - what do you think belos would be like if he started developing a crush ? 👀 your last post was so good it had me thinking about this

Thankyou and yes I do headcannons, sorry this took so long it got buried in my drafts :)

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Belos is a manipulative person who's a narcissist that has a god complex disorder. He also has a savior complex making him extra delusional and dangerous, as he's able to justify everything he does to himself as a means to an end. Despite the fact that it's very wrong.

His delusion of speaking to the Titan and misinterpreting it's words (if it does speak to him) make him not only dangerous but leaves him with a large following who are willing to do anything for him as they think it's for the will of the Titan. That being said I don't think he'd be the worst lover even if he had deep flaws. (Flaws that he would hide from you to win your affection and love)

But it also depends on the kind of love Belos is giving you. Is it genuine love or manipulative interest? Does he really love you or are you a toy to him? A tool or a means to an end? Something to amuse his sadistic desires? Turns out your none of those things as he could never bring himself to hurt you. Manipulative yes it's simply in his nature, but feeling genuine affection and love? Also Yes. He's fallen in love and he's fallen hard. This crush will be the death of him as you fill his head as he slowly becomes enamoured.

Oh he recognizes it's the ultimate irony that he fell for a witch after killing his brother for the very same thing. He knows he shouldn't have feelings for you but something deep inside him stirs whenever he's around you or thinks of you. Perhaps you've used your magic to ensnare him or perhaps 400 years of being alone has finally gotten to him and he just wants someone to hold and care for him. He never had time for a partner in the other world and perhaps with the Day of Unity slowly approaching this is a reward for his plans. God sending him someone to save from the hell the rest of their kind will endure, someone he can love. Whatever the reason, he does love you in his own twisted way and will do whatever necessary to keep you safe and feeling the same as him.

Belos doesn't get out much barley ever leaving the castle since he has lackeys to do his work for him. He either met you at a castle ball or some important coven function held at the castle.

Knowing it would be odd if he didn't engage in his party he decides to pick someone at random to ask to dance. Spotting you seemingly all alone he comes over and asks with a polite bow if you'd like to dance with him. Your flustered face made him smile and he often thought back to that first meeting. You seemed hesitant but smiling at your Emperor you took his offered hand and were whisked off to dance much to the surprise of everyone. As you dance he has a casual conversation asking about the party and small talk but than you say something that catches his interest and the conversation turns to other more in depth topics.

Since he talked/danced with you at random he can't get you out of his mind. It becomes very dangerous for you as your fate is now sealed as his.

He loves your intellect. The short talk you had completely captured his attention, he can't remember when that last happened. Yes while your very aesthetically pleasing to look at it's your intellect and wit that win him over in the end and make him curious about you. Anyone can be pretty but not everyone can be intelligent. He could never be with someone dull and after speaking to you about that random topic his brain bounces around what you said not letting him think of anything else. It's fills his thoughts and soon enough no matter what he's doing your all he can think of.

Belos will start obsessing over you in private, learning everything he can about you so he can make a plan to win you over. Your favorite flowers, your favorite color, your hobbies, the school you went too, your magic track/coven, your job, your education level, anything and everything he can find out about you he takes the knowledge in to use for later. He's an old romantic and wants to court you the correct way as well as make you fall in love the old fashioned way. Puritan Catholics were encouraged to marry for love and be wed because God brought them together, he intends to continue this tradition thinking your a gift from God himself for all his hard work. He wants a willing lover that will adore him not someone who will be forced to sit and be obedient by his side.

He constantly finds himself thinking of you while working. Your laugh. Your smile. The short talk you had together. The dance you shared. Your hands looped behind his neck as you danced. His hands on your waist as he glided across the ballroom floor with you. The way you blushed when he offered you to dance and the shocked look you gave him realizing it was the Emperor. You make him a flustered mess and it frustrates him to no end but it also makes him happy to think of you. His heart beating in a way that gives him butterflies. He truly hasn't felt this way in centuries.

He begins to court you once he feels he knows everything he needs to know to win your heart. Flowers are sent to your home along with extravagant gifts and heartfelt letters he wrote. All anonymous at first to gauge your reaction and see what you'd do when given a secret admirer. He starts off small but soon it becomes more intimate, more personal. You seem happy to receive the gifts regardless and when he heard from a coven scout that your searching for the admirer he gets a deep sense of pride.

Deciding it's time Belos sends you a letter this time signed with his seal and invites you to dine at the castle with him. Belos knows exactly what he wants and makes it very clear he would like to court you. When your surprised he just admits your the only witch who's made him feel this way and that the short talk you had was something he kept thinking of. It's flattering to say the least and although a little overwhelming you can't deny your Emperor and allow yourself to be courted.

Belos is a patient man. He has time to win your heart and he intends to win it the correct way. Every move he does to become closer to you is carefully calculated and planned. He enjoys your presence and he wants you to adore him as much as he does you. He will win your heart through softly spoken words, thought out gifts, and gentle actions.

Dates are a private affair always done in the privacy of the castle. He swears it's for saftey reasons and not because he doesn't want people to know your courting. He could care less if people knew you were his, infact he'd prefer it but it's too early in the relationship for anything like that. He had his suspicions the covenheads already knew. And he knows Hunter at least had some suspicions about the mysterious guest Belos kept bringing to the castle.

He's slow but very deliberate with his ministrations. Waiting for the perfect moment to have your firsts together. Your first hand holding, your first date, your first cuddle session, your first time saying I love you to each other, your first time sitting on the throne with him, your first kiss, your first time making out. He spreads them out and makes sure not to rush things. He wants you to know he enjoys you and your company and not just your body. He's more than content to just talk all night and hold you close than doing other activities. As much as he loves your body you both have time and he doesn't want to rush and ruin anything.

Months in when your living in the castle but not in the same room is when Belos thinks it's time. It's been hundreds of years since Philip was banned from every town in the Boiling Isles. Your sitting on his throne with him humming softly as he plays with your hair. Your head is against his chest and he's truly never felt such bliss. In this soft moment he tells you his real name is Philip. That's when he's in trouble. Once you say his name outloud he knows no matter what he will have you as his. You will rule by his side as his beloved in the Isles and become his partner in the human Realm once the Day of Unity approaches.

Oh (Y/N) you had no idea what you did to him...

[owlish-owlhouse]

A/N: Belos thinks your Caleb and gains an unhealthy obsession. In your quest for truth you find something your not prepared for and end up right where he wants you.

Tagging: Dopp they know why lsmdkdkdkdkdkdkdkdkdkdkd @dopp-likes-yanderes

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Sneaking into Philips workplace you saw what you were looking for, what Luz told you would give you the truth. Looking behind you, you're alone. The torches are out and the hallways are empty of scouts. Your positive Belos and all the covenheads are in their bedchambers asleep for the night.

Hands shaking but refusing to back down as you're already here you creep closer to his workbench. Your feet ghosting over the creaky floor as you inch closer. Seeing its open you grip the sides of the leather book your breathing becoming unsteady. Closing your eyes to steel your nerves you stare at the page it's open too and swallow seeing your name. Eyes going over the page not not processing the information Belos had written your shaking gets worse. The dawning realization of how much trouble you're really in and how delusional Belos... no Philip is makes you cold to your core.

Luz was right.

You reminded the Emperor of Caleb, his deceased brother. As a deep sense of dread fills you, the shadows shift in the room and you feel something wrong. Taking a step back book still on your hands, your foot steps on a loose board making a loud creak. Looking up shoulders stiff you almost drop the journal in surprise.

Taking a deep breath slowing your breathing and calming your beating heart your eyes widen seeing Beloses shadow looming over you.

A hand goes on top of your hands causing you to close the book as Philips hums in disapproval. Unable to move, unable to breathe you feel tears prick your eyes as he shifts closer.

"Would you like to tell me what you're doing in my private study and why you're looking through my personal affairs after trying to drug me to sleep?" His voice sends shivers down your spine and as you close your eyes you feel tears escape and run down your cheeks.

You looked nothing like Caleb, sounded nothing like him, and yet he was convinced you were him.

Holding the book to your chest Belos no Philip chuckles. His hand goes through your hair and you shiver harder as his hands grip the sides of the desk keeping your back pinned to his chest. He practically growled as you tried to move so you stayed perfectly still trying not to whimper as the tears continued.

"I won't let them take you too brother. I won't let them have you. You're mine Caleb. You belong to me." He says softly as the book in your hands is taken away and you're wrapped in Philips arms his form dwarfing you as he cape engulfs you.

"I... I-" You stutter out in fear but he shushes you clasping something around your neck. Pawing at it in fear he takes your hands in his pulling you closer to his chest.

"Soon we'll go home I promise you. Soon I'll take you home. Don't worry... just sleep. Go to sleep Caleb." About to demand what he means, question him on what he wants from you and why he thinks your Caleb your head spins. Groaning trying to escape him you feel yourself go limp in his arms.

He hums smoothing your hair back as he holds you close cradling your head to his chest. It seems the drugs you had slipped him to come in here had instead been taken by you. Fighting weakly against him wishing you'd listened to Luz when you had the chance, the last thing you see is the glow of his mask as he pulls you close.

"We're finally going home brother."

[owlish-owlhouse]

can I get some belos x reader tickle hcs?

I'd really prefer you all give me longer prompts. This basically gives me nothing to work off of lol

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Philip

Philip likes to rub his face against yours and make you giggle from his beard.

He captures you in his arms from behind in a tight hug and spins you around nuzzling your face before he puts you down. His kisses are always a little scratchy because of the beard and he enjoys the way you laugh or squeak in surprise when he gives you a kiss because of it.

Surprisingly he's a more mischievous man. He acts very serious and to the point around others using his silver tongue to get what he wants but with you he has a very secret soft side. He loves to put his head over your shoulder and just lean into you as he gives you a hug from behind.

If you're working on something or your back is to him his hands just naturally come to rest on your hips or shoulders. You lean against his touch humming softly and he almost feels bad for what's coming next. When you least expect it he tickles you to make you laugh and smiles as you curse him and try to bat away his hands in between your laughing fits. Your laughter is music to his ears and your smile makes his heart flutter.

What Philip truly loves most though is when you're in bed together after a long day cuddled close. The soft nuzzles he gives you make you giggle softly and as he gives your forehead a sweet kiss he tucks you under his chin and pulls you close to his chest. He also always sleeps with his back to the door so you can be safe in his arms.

Belos

He likes these calm and gentle domestic moments with you. Ones where you're lounging on his lap in the throne or cuddled close in bed. He doesn't get to have them often as he's busy being Emperor but he makes the time whenever he can. For you he'd do anything.

Moments where he can just hold you in his arms and smile softly as you cuddle together are the only thing that make this insufferable hellscape worth it. You're a diamond amongst common rock and he uses his silver tongue to say such as he gives you kisses. He gently traces your face and smiles at you as you look into each other's eyes not needing to use words.

Belos is not a silly man or one to take things lightly like he once was but on the inside he does still have that trickster side to him, even after all these years. He enjoys playing with you, especially when you start these little games. If you try and run from him before he can give you your due punishment (tickles after you tease him) he'll use his magic to catch up and trap you. It's all in playful fun of course and neither of you ever get hurt.

He no longer has his beard but he does have talented hands. He knows where you're sensitive as well so in no time you'll be wheezing from him touching your sides or tracing over your ribs. Whether you're ticklish or not he knows how to get a laughing fit out of you.

Sometimes in bed when he's feeling extra mischievous or playful he'll cause a tickle war just to hear your laughter and see your smile. You always drift off after with the most content smile on your face and it makes him happy. Pulling you close he drifts off thinking of your laughter.

Tagging: @tcmmyirl because I know they love old fashioned Philip lol.

[owlish-owlhouse]

Yandere Philip Wittebane

@the-enchanted-archivist is making me have Vampire Philip/Belos thoughts, also 15+ content please be advised

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Whether you're a platonic love interest or romantic love interest Philip has put a lot of thought into your transformation and whether he finds it worth it or not. Several nights were spent pacing outside your room listening to your heartbeat as he pondered your humanity. He weighed the pros and cons of having you remain human or changing you heavily but the fear of losing you ultimately led him to his final decision.

A transformation was very painful and he often felt sore in the neck from when he was bit and there was always the risk of something going wrong. He doesn't want a mindless thrall or another slave, he wants you by his side for eternity where you can be happy with one another. He knows what he must do and he prays to whatever God is out there that you won't be damned for his sins.

Romantic

He doesn't talk to you about his plan. He fears your rejection of the idea and having to fight you as you beg him not to do it. Philip despite everything is still very weak for you and while he has the resolve to turn you despite your protests he doesn't want any complications while turning you. He is well aware how selfish this is but once he bites you, you will be forever connected and will never leave him.

Belos wants to feel your warmth one more time before he turns you. He knows it's what he will miss most about your humanity though there is a long list. As he holds you to his chest your eyes are wide and full of fear having just woken up. Your heart is pumping at an alarming rate and any other night he'd do everything in his power to calm you down. He instead cradles the back of your head kissing the crown of your hair before he nuzzles into the front of your neck taking in your last moments as a creature of flesh and blood.

He kisses your neck very softly, lips cold against a living pulse. The moan you let out is music to his ears and he hums making sure to remember that spot before he bites down. Your pain filled cry makes him upset but he closes his eyes and continues to drink injecting you with his venom as he does. He'll comfort you in a moment he promises, please just hang on.

The second he knows your turning he immediatley stops drinking. Licking his lips and your neck clean of blood he pulls away to observe you. Your eyes are very dilated and you're breathing heavily. You look at him confused before you begin to shake and he hums softly stroking your face with his hand before he holds you close. The shaking increases as you begin to thrash and scream the venom now coursing through your veins changing you into a creature like him.

Philip quietly hums to ease his own nerves and fears as you begin to turn. He pets your hair to soothe you as best he can and is quiet as you cry out in pain. He knows you'll be sore when this is over and very thristy. He has everything prepared for you to have an easy transformation and wants to make this as painless and quick as possible. Perhaps more for his sake than yours.

He knows it's done when you lean against him stock still. You continue to breathe, heaving in air despite no longer needing it and he can no longer feel your heart beat. Your also cold in his arms.

"Philip..." It's a quiet needy whisper and he hugs you closer, his face once again in your neck. His long and undone hair tickling your face as he nuzzles you close.

"I know my love... I know."

He's quick to pull away and unbutton his shirt, moving it down to expose his shoulder. He adjusts you in his lap and while you're still very groggy from having been woken up and after the strain of your transformation he urges you to drink. You NEED to drink.

The second he feels your fangs in his neck it's bliss. This will bind you together forever but also to be your first blood. For you to be the first to take from him. It fills him with an odd euphoria, a sick sense of satisfaction.

When you have your fill his lips kiss yours mixing the taste of his blood with yours. Laying you down and cuddling close you need to rest now but you have eternity to be together and he still remembers the spot that made you moan. He smiles as you cuddle closer in your sleep promising he will love and protect you for the rest of your immortal lives.

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Platonic

He's become very attached to you, something no one in the Boiling Isles has done before. Whether he sees you as a friend or his child is up to debate but he feels a strange overprotectiveness of you that he can't explain. A friendship blooms between the two of you and these feelings deepen as time goes on. He comes to look forward to your company and even messes with your schedule so you can have more time together. He finds himself giving you special privileges and can't help but indulge your every whim.

One day Philip begins to see you age as you work with him and the Emperor's Coven. He has a hard realization that one day he'll blink and you'll be gone. It sends him into a panic and the only thing that calms him is the idea of keeping you by his side, of always being there to protect and care for you. He can only hope you'll someday forgive him...

After a private dinner with your favorite food and desert Philip takes your hand in his. You smile at him before giving him a strange look as he presses it to his forehead murmuring a prayer to you despite how it burns his tongue. Whispering how sorry he is but this is the only way before he suddenly yanks you forward and bites into your wrist. The bite is unexpected and the venom is like fire through your veins. Crying at the pain the screams you let out as you struggle against him pain him, truly they do. But he can't stop. He's sorry but he can't stop.

You are a thrashing screeching mess and while he usually enjoys this part of his meal hearing these sounds from you breaks him. He tries to inject the venom as quickly as possible and the second he knows it's taken he pulls away and quickly hushes you. His hands push back your hair as he tries to soothe you and your pain.

You're pulled against his chest and he wraps the coat he's wearing around you as you begin to scream and sob. He kisses your forehead and just shushes you softly as he hugs you. His shirt becomes wet with your tears and he closes his eyes clinging to you like a life line. This will all be worth it.

When you finally stop struggling and go limp against him Philip fears the worst until he hears you panting softly. Your heart has stopped and he realizes he will no longer be able to use that as a way of tracking where you are in the castle. He chuckles at the absurdity of the thought before he squeezes you close.

Biting his wrist slitting it open for you, your eyes dilate staring at the blood. Philip urges you to drink and while you hesitate for a moment you do eventually give in to your new urges and insatiable blood lust. He lets you take as much as you want without complaining about the pain or how he feels weak from letting you take so much. His free hand strokes your cheek and you close your eyes and lean into the soft touch.

Philip is so gentle with you after you've had your fill. He lays down pulling you with him and as you whine wanting to get away he keeps a firm but gentle hold on you. He adjusts his jacket to be like a blanket and his scent surrounding you calms you down as you cuddle into his chest. As one arm keeps you close the other rests on the back of your head. His hand going through your hair as he eases you sleep. Staring at the wall he tucks you under his chin still paltinh with your hair. He's going to take care of you through your transformation. He promises. But first you need to rest.

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Emperor Belos: I hate witches.

Y/N (a witch): Hey can you help me with this?

Philip DROPPING EVERY THING to go help (Y/N)

Covenheads/Luz and the Hexside Gang: ... ????

Emperor Belos: This means nothing.

[owlish-owlhouse]

Can you do collector’s older sibling headcanons?

This kind of became a (Yandere) Philip X Reader along the way. Do with that what you will lmao, but yes Collectors your younger sibling and you care for them a lot

Your brother was trapped in the Inbetween Realm but you weren't. The Titan missed capturing you when your sibling pushed you out of the way and took your place in the Inbetween Prison instead. When the Titan was defeated you tried to free the Collector in every way you knew how but you couldn't. Not on your own. If you tried you would also become trapped and that wouldn't do either of you any good.

As the world around you begins to change and the Titan becomes a habitat for witches and demons you debate for several years if you should just get sucked into the Inbetween Realm with your brother. Because at least then you'd be together. You missed him so much, his hugs often lingering in your mind on the bad days. The way he'd jump into your arms after a game or when he wanted to be held. You'd press the disk against your chest cradling it close, despite Collector warning you not to incase you somehow got sucked in (you wouldn't unless you tried to free him but he worried). You told Collector maybe you should just get trapped as well but he responded with a firm no and that you weren't allowed and you promised to free him so you could be together again!!! Even if the two of you were together in the Inbetween it wasn't worth it! And it was breaking the promise! You just nodded holding the disk closer as you listened to your brother. You'd do whatever it took to free him, you pinkie swore as children to always protect him after all.

You didn't want to but you became desperate. You made a deal with Philip that he would free your brother when the time came. After all you needed someone who was flesh and blood to free him from his prison, as well as a titan or titans blood to lift the curse. Philip promised he could get you what you wanted in exchange for what he also wanted.

When you were eventually questioned by Philip on why you couldn't do it yourself since you were an all powerful being, you admitted If you pinkie swore with your brother and tried to pull him out of the mirror you'd either just switch places with no way to switch back or you'd both be stuck together. And you couldn't use your magic to force someone else to do it for you because that didn't work and resulted in either the Collector getting shocked when he tried to come out of the mirror or you getting burned by your own magic. Philip seemed to take an interest in that, writing it in his journal but you didn't care. As long as he filled out his end of the deal. You should have paid more attention in the early days.

Philip takes an interest in you rather quickly once the deals struck. After all a Star borne or a child of the stars is exceedingly rare and immensely powerful. Looking like humans but with celestial embellishments you more resemble him than a witch or demon. The fact that you and the Collector are siblings makes it even more fascinating to him because of his own brother that he rarely brings up. He has many questions for you and since your brother doesn't like those kinds of "games" he comes to you. He asks to study you as you work together and you don't mind sharing harmless things with him but are careful with what you say around him. Philip is a tricky man. You don't trust him as much as your brother does but without him you can't free the Collector so you remain silent about your doubts.

Although you're hesitant you do agree your star born form makes it hard to blend in so you chose a more witch like appearance. However as the years begin to pass, and you travel with Philip to get what he needs, you notice the longer you're in the false form the more witch-like you actually become. You're losing some of your abilities and powers in the process of hiding as a witch and gaining more empathy and sympathy for other living beings. You stop seeing them as play things and start seeing them as people. Emotions you possessed before but didn't quite understand like you do now come to the surface. You keep this to yourself and are careful to not let Philip notice any lost powers.

Collector asks you about it one day and you explain you just need to be more careful and practice more. Once he's released it won't matter anyways because your powers will come back ten fold. He agrees and both of you are none the wiser to Philip listening in and beginning to plot.

Collector gives Philip the knowledge he wants to gain. Ancient and powerful magic lost to the people of the Isles as well as the Draining Spell. Sadly while your brother freely gives away the spells you're the one forced to actually teach them, your brother too impatient to even try. Philip never seems to mind always liking your lessons together. After all your neither witch nor demon but a celestial body. In his eyes you're almost akin to an angel, albeit a fallen one. He begins to call you angel affectionately and you notice how it always makes your cheeks warm.

Your lessons become more touch orientated as time goes on and you begin to trust each other. You place your hands on top of Philips to guide him with magic. He also smiles at you more taking close note of what you're telling him. He always listens, something you are not used to. Sometimes his hands will wander when you should be focusing on lessons but you can't help but notice how gentle his touch is. How soft his hands are. It makes you start to feel new things and you never ask him to stop so he continues. You push these strange feelings aside and decide to focus on your goal, trying to lessen your time in your weaker form as you try to keep a grasp on your weakening powers.

You remember the First GrimWalker. You remember them all, but him specially. Hunter definitely looks the most like Philips fallen brother but the first one had a special place in your heart. After all as a child he was rambunctious and playful, reminding you of your brother. And as he grew you felt yourself growing too, learning to be a parent figure and guiding hand as he helped you and Philip with your goals. Celestial bodies such as yourself do not reproduce the same way organic beings do so you never thought it possible to have a child. You never realized you wanted one.

The first ten or so GrimWalkers knew your secret but after that they started becoming blurry faces that you refused to get attached too. After all Philip and Collector always broke their toys. Your brother would play mind games with them and suggest horrible things for Philip to do to them if they stepped out of line. You hated this sadistic side to them and tried to ignore it. Collector and Philip thought their pain was amusing, you had to hide how much it hurt you.

When you "sleep" you astral project to talk and play with your brother in the Inbetween. You know Collector misses you so and hate that he's imprisoned but you do everything you can to be with him and make sure he knows how much you love him. Philip knows better than to wake you during these times and leaves you to commune with your sibling. The Golden Guard is also never allowed in your room to give you privacy as you do this ritual. You play games all night together and although you can't touch you do your best to comfort him. You know he misses you and you assure him you miss him too. The Golden Guards could never replace him please stop breaking them. He's easily jealous and you're getting tired of remaking them every time he gets mad that they can touch/hold you.

You tell your brothers stories about what's going on in the outside world and show him magic tricks that he mimics in his shadow form. You always smile at him happy and he giggles having fun. You love hearing his laugh. Sometimes he'll ask you to do something and you try not to hide the pain in your face as you strain your powers. Being away from the sky and staying on a planet while pretending to be human/witch is putting a fee on your body.

As time goes on you aren't the only one experiencing physical changes to your form. You watch as Philip goes from a bearded brunette man with human features to a shaved older man with long dirty blonde hair and witch like attributes. His teeth sharpen, his ears point, and his eyes hold a gleam of magic only a witches can. And his palismen beast. As you struggle to maintain your abilities he struggles to control his newfound power. Both of you having separate fights you must face alone. Yet... you're never truly alone because of the other something you take an odd sort of comfort from.

Collector doesn't like his shadow form but he often contorts it and does various things with his 2D body to make you laugh. His favorite is when you play shadow puppets together!!! Maybe being a shadow has its perks because he always wins! He'll prank people with his shadow form and swipe items for you and Philip and sometimes even the GrimWalker. He can't touch you but smaller items like books or bags full of snails are tangible to him so he tries to help in any way he can. He wants to quicken the plan after all!!!

As centuries pass your feelings develop further and your mindset changes. You start to notice this little flutter in your chest when Philip is around. When he touches your shoulder or arm it sends sparks through you similar to cosmic energy. However, this only happens in your witch form. As a star borne your concept of emotions and feelings are different than a witches or humans. You are immortal, your mind is as vast as the cosmos. And yet... You are becoming something new, someone who feels deep emotions despite their connection with the stars. Witches would describe it as love but you wouldn't learn this for many years.

Philip tries to make his advancements subtle as he doesn't want to overwhelm you. But he comes to the conclusion that he may have to be more direct since you don't seem to understand. You never seem to push him away though and he notices the slight shivers you get when he touches you. He also observed that the longer you stay with him the more he sees you begin to lose your powers. He intends to take you with him to Earth as his forever partner after he betrays your brother. After all you're almost human. His saved fallen angel.

As Philip builds his empire you have to stay in your witch form more often to avoid the suspicion of others. Collector finally seems to notice your losing some of your abilities but only talks about it when you astral project in fear Philip will hear. You promise him it's fine but you both know it's a lie and that's only further proven when you refuse to pinkie swear to him. Collector promises only a little longer and you nod assuring him it'll all be okay.

When the Day of Unity comes you hate it. Hate Philips awful plan and the pain you're causing. Perhaps you've been disguising yourself as a mortal too long or perhaps you knew this wouldn't be a fun game. Empathy and sympathy haunting you as the Day of Unity loomed overhead. But you've become much weaker hiding as a witch all these years and you're willing to do anything for the return of your brother so he can restore your abilities and take you home to the stars. If this is truly what Philip wants this is what you both promised. A star borne never breaks a promise after all.

The Day of Unity comes and you close your eyes and allow Philip to teleport you away after his speech. The covenheads are left to be sacrifices and you hope that they somehow break the spell. You close your eyes thinking about all those innocent people suffering but ignore it. Four hundred years and it'd finally all be worth it.

When Philip goes to free your brother you've never felt such relief. You watch with a wide smile but than he drops your brothers disk and you've never felt such a deep betrayal or hurt. You turn around ready to kill him but then your magic burns you and you remember how you naively swore never to harm Philip. He may have broken his promise but as a star borne you are bound eternally to yours.

When he bends down infront of you, you close your eyes ready to die. After all Philip had done what few could, he tamed a Star borne. You were nothing more than a witch with powerful magic now. And that magic was powerless against him. Without your brother to return your true abilities Philip was stronger. You'd taught him too much. You were no longer immortal and he could now kill you.

"Come with me." Are not the words you were expecting to come out of this man's mouth. Looking up at his outstretched hand you wanted to take it. You wanted to go with him. You wanted to see this Earth he so lovingly spoke about. But you wanted your brother more.

"YOU'RE INSANE! YOU PROMISED!" The tears that flood your eyes are unlike anything you've ever felt. And for a moment you're truly not a star born but just a simple witch. You go to find your brother wanting to run down the cavern to him but Philips hand wraps around your waist trapping you against him.

"(Y/N)." His voice is soft as he speaks into the back of your neck. He looks at you as you turn to stare at him and you feel that weird feeling in your chest again. That flutter. "Come with me. Let's leave this infernal place. Let's start over." He begs.

"I can't my brother!" You state but he just hums.

"was locked away for a reason. You, you've changed. He never will." You shake your head crying and screaming but as Philip pulls you close spinning you to his chest you feel dizzy. Slumping in his arms weakly attempting to struggle he hums shushing you. He'd given you some of the potion you took to talk to your brother when astral projection was especially difficult. A sleeping drug that would knock you out for hours.

Eyes closing the last thing you see is Philip before everything goes black.

"Angel is safe, see? They're right here, just sleeping. Collector I..." You think you hear Philips voice calling out but everything is black and cold. Your head spins and you feel like you're dead. Your body refuses to move feeling too heavy and your eyes remain shut.

"You'll never hurt them again. You'll never take them from me! They're mine! My sibling!" Your brothers voice? Had Philip changed his mind? Had he freed your brother for you? Was it all a horrible prank or joke of sorts? Trying to wake up trying to listen it all fades back to black as you slowly slip back into unconsciousness.

When you wake it's on a mountain of soft pillows and fluffy blankets. Stuffed animals surrounding you and your head spins. Confused you shift in the soft objects only to pause as you hear bells jangling. As tiny hands wrap around you, you blink feeling more awake. Still dazed but coming to, you paused when you felt the familiar sensation. "... brother...?"

"It's me, I'm back! I'm FREE!!!" You start crying in relief and Collectors confused at the tears not understanding them. He touches your face trying to wipe them away and you just smile at him so happy and relieved to see him. Holding him close not ever wanting to let go you begin kissing his face before you pause. Where was Philip, where were you, what happened? "We're safe now. You're safe now." Collector promises as he sees you look around confused. He nuzzles close and you're left with an uneasy feeling as he says that.

"Philip...?" You ask softly only to see Collectors face get a look of pure rage as he bunches his hands in your clothes clinging to you.

"The bad man's gone now. He can't hurt you or me anymore." You go to question what Collector means by that. Question what he's done, but before you can he backs up and pulls on your arm. You feel energy run through you despite your previous tiredness and as he begins to float dragging you by your sleeve you chase after him. Your brother could be scary at times and you weren't back to full power yet but soon you would be. Enjoying the chase he suddenly stops and turns towards you holding out his pinkie. You almost run into him but are able to stop yourself in time. A serious look is on his face as he stares at you.

"Promise you'll never leave me?" He demands putting his pinkie in your face and you wonder how he could ask that. Four hundred years you stayed by his side, four hundred years and you had never left him. Holding out your pinkie he smiles as you link them together. "Good, now let's play!" Pulling at you, you follow him smiling the whole way. Even as a heavy weight filled your chest and a sense of dread set in you pushed those feelings away. Collector was right, you had him and your never leave him. Ever again.

(Little did you know he'd killed the only man you'd ever loved and was looking for Hunter to destroy him. He'd made the Isles his play place and other than keeping you happy in this fun little world he had a goal of hurting everyone who ever hurt you. He always did think you and the Golden Guard were too close and that if Philip remained alive was going to take you away from him. Now you could play forever!!! And maybe if you asked nicely he'd give you some of your powers back)

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Hi! If your asks are open, could you write Emperor Belos x reader? The reader is a wild witch who kept escaping his grasp, and he finally caught them! And when he does, a lot of tension cause they’re also his ex! Hurt/comfort with g/n pronouns pls! also don’t feel pressured to write this, it’s fine if you are busy! I just have a big crush on him:T Thanks and have a good day!^-^

Yandere asks where they kidnap their ex and it gets d a r k. Yes my shit!!!

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Belos stared at you in shock blue eyes studying you as if you were a ghost.

At first he thought you were just some random insurgent from the group that tried to assassinate him. But no, you were so much more. As you fought against him with tooth and nail, your boots splashing in the recent blood shed of your fellow rebels all ripped apart from his curse, Philip began to shake from excitement. His grip tightening on your arm as he refused to let go, refused to loose you again.

The torch light in the room flickered and staring into your eyes they were wild with that passion you held all those years ago. Burning with that fury you always carried deep inside you, that anger that fueled your magic. Somehow despite all the time that had passed you hadn't changed at all.

"Let go!" You order him hair flying in every direction as you thrash like a cadged bird who wanted to be free. The mask that had been on your face, hiding you from him and blending you in with all the others was now knocked to the tiled floor. It was cracked from the impact and stained with red and black. As he stared at the split peices covered in his ooze his gaze snapped back to you. He'd almost killed you all because he had no idea. All because you had no idea.

He rips off his own mask tossing it as far as it'd go and as your eyes meet his, he knows he looks different but he's sure you'll figure it out. Blonde or brown hair, beard or shaved face, bright blue eyes, he was still the same. And after all he fell for your clever and cunning mind not your looks. Though staring at you intensely your looks certainly helped.

He searches your eyes for recognition and eventually when tears fill them and you shake your head he knows you know. It didn't matter how much time has passed, he hadn't changed much either. Whether you wanted to accept it or not it was him.

And here trapped in his throne room away from prying eyes he would remind you of your place and exactly where you belonged. With him.

"Hello love." He hisses into your ear and you begin to tremble in his grip. You shake your head no, weak sobs escaping your throat as the tears build up. Both at the revelation you just discovered and the carnage you'd witnessed by his hand.

"... Ph-philip? Phillip?" You stutter out through your gasping and he chuckles. Oh how he missed you saying his name. He can't believe the immortality spell he found before the wretched carvings worked on you. That you were still here. He assumed you had left this plain of existence long ago. You both had so much to catch up on.

As a hand goes over your hair petting you tenderly, tears streaked down your cheek. You looked so pretty even in this state. With your messy hair, spilled blood, tears, and ash smeared across your face. "No. No that's impossible!" You screech and the smirk that grows on his face from watching you realize who he really was makes his heart thrum with joy. He had to kill Philip with wild Magic and create Belos from his ashes to gain the power he now held, but he never stopped searching for you as he built his empire. He never lost hope that you were still in love with the strange but endearing foreigner with nothing that he'd once been. That his plan had worked and it had, you were here! "Let go of me! Let go!" You demand but his grip simply tightens, both hands latching around your arms as he stares at you, a large smiling growing on his face at having you here.

"Hello (Y/N)." He tries again but you continue to thrash despite knowing it's him.

"No! NO!" You close your eyes refusing to believe the scholar you once loved and this murderous Emperor were one in the same but that was all apart of the fun. Yes his appearance had changed over the years but he hadn't changed at all. His plans were still the same and despite your interference you would not stop him. Infact your original meeting when he stumbled into this world with his brother and showing them your spell circles is what made him discover the glyphs which eventually gave him the power to rise to where he was now.

"Yes." He responds cruely before smashing his lips to yours. Fighting back and trying to claw at him, he simply pulls your hands down forcing you closer, forcing your body flush against his. Eventually he pulls back to breathe but before you can catch your own breath or come out of the daze he kisses you once more stealing your protests away. More teeth and tongue than kiss he doesn't care, he wants all of you, no matter the cost.

He'd waited long enough.

"Stop!" You gasp in protest as his hands grip you tight but he ignores you.

He hated witches. Loathed them and only wanted their painful demise and extinction. But you? You he'd spare. After all it was because of you he got the power to be where he was. Because of you he'd do what every witch hunter dreams of. One survivor surely wasn't so much to ask for after killing thousands more.

"Oh my empress how I missed you." He snarls eyes just as wild as yours as he stares at you with a look only a mad man could possess. You pull away as much as you can but it's useless.

He will never let you go.

[owlish-owlhouse]

Based on the fact Puritans weren't allowed to read Shakespeare

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"Out of 37 plays I find 24 enjoyable. Romeo and Juliet wasn't the best way to describe love, but who doesn't love a good retelling of MacBeth or Hamlet?" You hum flipping a page to what you were reading.

"You've read Shakespeare?" He questions horrified.

"I have. Is something wrong?" You inquire smiling a little at his huffy response.

"He's forbidden literature. Crass and vulgar. A godly man and yet he acts as a sinner and writes sinful acts." He begins his little rant and you just nod not really paying attention.

"You know love you should read some of your people's forbidden texts. They're quite interesting. Having such arbitrary rules about what one must and must not enjoy seems primitive, you are all humans, you should choose what you do and don't want to read." You state watching as he goes stiff at the very idea of turning away from his values.

"You find humans savage?" He snaps and you wonder if you should kill your human lover now or later. You also wonder if he even heard what you'd said or just blocked you out.

"You're putting words in my mouth again Philip." You state unamused.

"... It goes against God." Humming not believing in his God he huffs before scooting closer to you. "What's it about?"

"That's what I thought." You state with a small smile as you begin to tell him your favorite human story.

[owlish-owlhouse]

Story request for Yandere Belos x Reader? Philip x Reader is ok too. Basically idea is Belos kills everyone reader interacts with and leaves love letters to the reader on the victims' bodies. Reader wants the killings to stop so they agree to be Belos/Philip's darling.

You covered your mouth with your hands to keep from screaming. Though you knew if you did it wouldn't help anyways. No one would come for you.

Belos stood infront of you white cape soaked in red, pristine uniform covered in blood. His mask had been tossed aside in the scuffle leaving his face revealed. Blue shining eyes you'd only seen occasionally through his eyeholes as you did your rounds peered down at you as black oozed off his skin in tar like fashion. It hissed as it dropped off his body mixing red and black together on the floor. His hair drooped infront of his face as he leaned forward but you could see the ugly scar twisting across his face and neck that he tried to hide.

"Oh come now dear, I'd hope you had a stronger stomach than that." Belos laughs as if this is some sick joke and your fists clench in alarm as you stare up at him, stare at the thing he'd become. Magic tingles through your veins ready to go but you hesitate. You want to attack him, to fight back... but he's much stronger than you and it wouldn't do much to try and run. He had eyes everywhere and he would find you no matter where you went.

"... w-why?" Is all you can choke out as tears begin to blur your vision. Why did he do this? What did he gain from this? Why you? All questions you wanted answered but couldn't articulate as you stayed on the cold stone floor, sticky blood dripping down your face from the splatter. Your friends lifeless body laying on the group in a mangled heap.

Belos steps over their body to get closer to you and simply smiles as he holds his arms out in a friendly gesture that you could only cower from. He was not your friend. He was not friendly. And you needed to leave.

"Why not?" He questions back and your stomach churns uncomfortably. Belos chuckles at your expression before he takes a deep breath hand going through his hair smoothing it back. He looks at the body behind him in annoyance before focusing on you.

The goop had receded and he once again looked normal but you knew the truth. You saw who and what your Emperor really was.

A monster.

"Come now dear, the floor must be cold and I doubt that's at all comfortable." He states before holding his hand out like a gentleman. You recoil and he purses his lips clearly displeased at the reaction, as if killing your friend made him your savior instead of someone who needed saving. "Now don't be like that." He warns eyes glowing in an unsettling way as he stares down at you.

Trembling in response he hums tilting his head before his eyes slowly glance to his hand and back to you. Swallowing your guilt, pushing down your fear, you slowly raise your own to take his, understanding the silent demand. He clasps it in his own immediatley and effortlessly pulls you to your feet before yanking you forward against him.

You cringe as he pulls you to his chest but his grip is ironclad and he doesn't let go as he looks down at you with a smile. "See? That wasn't so bad love, now was it?" You wanted to scream, to argue! But you bite your tongue still processing the brutal demise of your friend. He hums hand mindlessly going through your hair as he waits for an answer. He pauses eyes noticing something before he rubs your cheek clean of the blood he put there. Clenching your eyes tightly wanting to get away he hums. "Love?" He repeats wanting an answer and as he cups your cheek he grips the underside of your chin clearly displeased your not responding.

You shake your head tears beginning to form but he tsks grip tightening as he forces you to tilt your head up.

"Your Emperor refuses to be ignored." He states firmly and although you don't want to you open your eyes to look at him. His smile is soft and docile but his eyes, they rage with an unknown desire in them. An emotion that scares you to your very core.

"N-no." You finally state as he continues to stare waiting for your answer. "No it wasn't Emperor Belos." You add and he seems lost in thought for a moment before he focuses on you again.

"Philip love." He corrects, the hand that was under your chin moving to instead play with your hair. As you watch him fearful you'll be next you close your eyes before feeling him tenderly kiss your forehead. "My name is Philip."

[owlish-owlhouse]

Ask: God complex Reader X Belos?

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It intrugues him. You intrigue him.

Your lack of empathy is just so amusing. You'll do whatever it takes to be on top in his Coven and you soak up praise like dying lungs heave for air. He loves you. At least as much as he could and that seems to be enough for you.

You follow him. He follows you. You act superior and he acts along. He finds you entertaining and despite his best attempts to not fall for you, he slowly does. Maybe it's your wit, your charm, or your blood thirsty nature. But he begins to love you depsite the fact he shouldn't.

It helps that your skilled he supposes. You may be cocky but when you fight your graceful and efficient. The job gets done quickly (unless you want to torture your victim) and he must admire your battle prowess and weaponry skills. Growing up with witches and demons while being powerless yourself has left you a deadly adversary in battle. An anger simmering under your skin that only a god could control.

He wonders if that's where your so called God complex comes from. Is it a God complex to think of yourself as better when you are better? Feeling inferior to most witches but superior to other demons. Feeling that constant anger. Or If it's the need to prove yourself and rise in ranks that has made you become this. This monster in and out of your powerless witch form. You drive others away but you are indispensable to his coven and seem unphased by being alone. You are powerful, beautiful, and driven. Things he both admires and hates.

You weren't always this way he's been told but he doesn't care. He loves you for who you are now and as long as you remain useful the illusion will remain. After all you do keep him entertained.

[owlish-owlhouse]

Maybe something about reader adjusting to their new life as a vampire? You’re taking it better than he expected, though it’s still a sudden change… and maybe the idea of getting to stay with Philip forever excites you more than it should, given all that you know about him…

Tagging @the-enchanted-archivist because I'm a menace and Yandere Philip Vampire brain rot has taken over my life and ask box

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As Philip held you close to his chest he was relieved you had finally stopped convulsing. Your need to breath was no longer a necessity but he listened to your shallow breaths and pants as you laid limp in his arms from the after effects of his venom. You no longer had a beating heart and while he'd miss the sound it was worth the sacrifice.

You were processing he could tell as you hadn't spoken. Shifting you he was afraid to look you in your eyes after the transformation so as you sat in his lap he hid his face in your neck. Just for a moment longer he wanted to enjoy this. His nose brushed the fresh bite wound before he nuzzled it softly, lips giving you cold kisses to soothe the bite.

Both your necks were bloody. Your neck from his bite and his neck from your first feeding. Feeling euphoria at the realization that this was happening that you were forever his, he gently kissed your new bite again, softly sucking when it leaked blood which made you shiver.

He smirked at that, your shivers and whimpers. While yes the process was painful and agonizing to go through both of your blood was now running through each other's veins, your everlasting connection was complete. Still dazed and panting from your transformation he tenderly licked your fresh bite before leaving a trail of kisses across your neck and shoulder. When he finally pulls away he wipes at his mouth with his puff sleeve smiling softly.

"You taste delicious my dear." He teases before his hand comes to stroke your face. You didn't respond and had yet to say anything, simply staring off into space as you breathed deeply. Frowning in worry he strokes your cheek hoping for a reaction. You remain still.

"... I understand what you just experienced was very intense so we'll have to take this slowly. It'll be an adjustment I'm sure but together I promise we'll get through this-" Eyes widening as you lurch forward Philip grunts in surprise at the sudden action. You press your lips to his in a passionate yet sloppy kiss and he moans into your mouth as he tastes his blood on your tongue. Your smell surrounds him and he becomes dizzy with pleasure as the kiss continues. As your hands bunch around his witch hunting jacket he pulls you close on instinct, always wanting to hold you close and never let go.

After the initial shock Philip goes to pull away and continue the previous conversation but when you grab him and pull him closer, new claws digging into his skin desperate to keep him there, he instead closes his eyes enjoying the intimate kiss. Your new fangs tap against his and he chuckles as you cling tighter to him yanking him close.

When you finally pull away his eyes flutter open and he stares at you entranced and breathless.

"That was... Unexpected." He hums before coughing into his hand face flushed red with embarrassment. While he gained his composure his other hand went from your back to your face so he can tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. His hand falls a moment later and rests to cradle your cheek. There's a soft look in his eyes as he observes you. His thumb brushes your cold skin and while he misses the warmth that was once there you being here with him forever made that guilt fade away. You were free to make your own choices but you were forever connected and he would always love you. "What are you feeling love? Be honest." He pleads softly as his blue eyes stare into your newly changed red ones.

Your gasping for air after the kiss, a small smile on your face as you look up at him snuggling closer as you straddle his lap. Leaning into his hands gentle touch you nuzzle his palm with a happy hum.

Philip fears your acting like a thrall and wonders if you had drank enough of his blood. He was more than willing to offer more but you seemed dazed and he doubted you'd be able to drink properly without help.

"Love." He repeats voice oh so soft as he observes you in your dazed state. You simply hum again before leaning forward capturing his lips in another kiss. He leans into it but you pull away a moment later. He's star struck as he stares at you, the love of his life.

"... I... I feel an eternity with you is all I've ever wanted." You admit softly and his undead heart flutters. You'd be the end of him but he'd have it no other way.

Together you would rule side by side until it was time to return to your true home and you'd be happy forever. No one could ever take that away. He'd burn the world to the ground if anyone ever tried. And as you kissed him again he smiled. Apparently so would you.