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[backtodecember-taylorsversion]

Hiii, deco my tree? 💝🙈🎄🎄

[barbaricjester]

There's good* in this world Mr. Frodo, and it's worth fighting for.

*gave an ace person an extra coupon because aro/ace solidarity

[dellamortte]

“They’ve not returned.” PETER PAN (2003)

[sunshinemage]

i'm crying i need these so much

[alteregozowie]

ㅤThe plush toys he made Alastor hold blood rituals every single night. Is it… still a blood rituals when it's stuffing and not blood? A question he had posed to Alastor one day and the Radio Demon, the serial killer, had just laughed and not answered him. Michael may have called him a brat in his head and simply glared at him instead of asking again. He has a feeling the Radio Demon knows exactly what those demonic stuffed animals were doing and was simply teasing him.

ㅤIt was rather funny.

ㅤThey're so innocent too! Francis the Otter had a beautiful smile and was always cuddled up in Alastor's Christmas Cape with the other plushies. Wherever did he go wrong with his little stuffed friends? Created by an Archangel and they fell to sin so quickly. He tries not to think that somehow reflects on him in some way.

ㅤThey had tea together one afternoon. Well, Michael drank tea and Alastor drank coffee. He wants to make it a daily thing, like the stickers, and he had brought a whole new roll with him to this little dining session. Adorable stickers he had made, that he thought Alastor would enjoy and as predicted he had fawned over them. Cooing and smiling, like the adorable man that he was. And he really was so beautiful. When he smiled genuinely, when it wasn't strained and pained looking, when he laughed freely and contently.

ㅤLike the first time they met. The silly prank Michael played on the hotel.

ㅤFloating stones, toilets, a fake review. While he had expected, was even trying to get, Lucifer's attention—what he got instead was the Radio Demon's. Showing up, asking him to fix them because he was getting complaints, joking about his review. A few compliments thrown as a distraction and Alastor?

ㅤHe had found it the funniest thing ever.

ㅤThat genuine smile he got that day, Michael is fairly certain that is what lured him in. What trapped him in this place of happiness with Alastor. He doesn't do chaotic things for attention like that now because Alastor works hard enough as it is on the hotel and every single toilet floating is apparently very inconvenient. He didn't know it would inconvenience him so much and Michael wants him less stressed. He wants him happy, he wants him spending time with him, he wants him here. In this moment, in this happy bubble they made with tea and coffee, smiling contently across from each other.

ㅤHe wants this moment to carry on for as long as it can go. And a part of him wonders if that was selfish of him. Thinking about Alastor, wanting him here, wanting him beside him, despite the fact he's a sinner.

ㅤIf it was selfish… was it okay to be selfish in this moment?

ㅤThey don't sleep together every single night, they don't. Michael would like to, but he tries to give Alastor space. He still never unpacked his room, still never took care of his own stuff. His room looked like it was ready for him to go any moment, living out of a suitcase and never touching his own bed. The only time Michael sleeps is when he's with Alastor, but he still tries to give him that time to himself.

ㅤAfter their little coffee and tea session, he had given Alastor time to do his radio thing. He'd returned to his room, listened to it on the radio the other had given him, and then when he heard the show click off to just play music—he hurried his way over toward the other's bedroom once more.

ㅤAlastor thankfully lets him in and Michael happily makes his way inside, dressed in light fluffy blue pajamas that were soft and comfortable. A bit to warm, he'll lose the pants when they crawl into bed. He takes a few steps inside and then pauses sharply, his ears picking up a strange sound coming from the bayou. His head snaps to the side, glances at the Radio Demon who makes a show of telling him to be quiet.

ㅤBlinking he turned his head back around and quietly made his way over toward the edge of the bayou. Stopping at the edge of it he peered into the mossy green addition to the bedroom and tried to see.

ㅤThen, in the fog, in the quiet of the night with the odd sound of bugs, he saw it. Candle, green lights, chanting, moving plushies. And there, in between them, with a kitchen knife shoved through it's stomach and stuffing everywhere, was another plushy. Which one, he has no idea, it looks like a stranger. It's definitely not one of Michael's. The roughly made doll was being sacrificed by the other dolls.

ㅤAnd Michael laughed.

ㅤHe can't help it, he knows it ruins the moment, he knows the plushies probably went back to being dolls but he laughed like it was the funniest thing he's ever seen. He leans to the side, knocking himself into Alastor and feels the arms that warmly wrap around him. That kind hold, that comforting touch, that happiness and affection. Shaking his head he spins in the hold and reaches his arms up, wrapping them tightly around Alastor's neck and nuzzling against him.

ㅤ"Let's go to bed. I'm sure the sound of ritualistic chanting will lull the Radio Demon to sleep." A tease, some poking, and for his words he does get a laugh. That affectionate huff from Alastor.

ㅤIt's more a mutual effort, pulling each other into bed and Michael does shimmy his pants off so he doesn't heat to much. Tossing them onto the ground beside the bed he slips beneath the blankets and pulls Alastor to him. Light coaxing, getting him further down on the bed so Michael could cradle his head and gently work his fingers through Alastor's hair.

ㅤThis, this was the type of thing he really lived for, this closeness.

ㅤAnd it was the type of thing that made Michael far more happy than he has ever felt in ages.

ㅤLeaning closer to the other he gently placed a kiss to Alastor's forehead and dragged his lips up, placing another to the twitching ears he was gently massaging and giving caring attention to.

ㅤ"I love you."

ㅤAnd he did, he really did.

The Radio Demon looked forward to their time together over some coffee and tea. Or just...spending time in general with the other as the Archangel, so very different but at the same time, not that much different. It was much better than thinking of the realities, not that he didn't mull it over constantly, of course, but it did slow the process down to live more in the moment.

Regardless if Michael ever returned his awkward feelings on the matter, he had contented to just...being there with him. His genuine friendships were scarce, both here and when he was alive, and it was very rare to entertain the notion after so many attempts. No one had ever truly 'loved' him anyways, and he was content with that, the aching loneliness that threatened to surface be damned.

When the angel had crossly posed the absurd question of the plushies, he had laughed pretty good....but it also got him thinking of a delicious trick. Seeing as how he manipulated his own puppet minions....he might be able to put on a little show. It would be like the moment they first met, a silly prank, which had the Radio Demon in a fit of laughter.

So he waited, finishing his broadcast and having his Shadow take him to his bedroom. In the bayou, he set up the plushies in a small circle, lacing them with his magic in the stiching, so with the snap of his fingers, they'll be ready.

As if on timed cue, later in the evening, he heard that familiar rap at the door, and had to refrain from excitedly answering it. It seemed Michael was ready for rest tonight, but not before his little performance.

Before the Archangel could speak, Alastor shushed him, telling him to look near the mossy stage where the plushies would sit in their deranged circle of ritual sacrificed.

Alastor then snapped his fingers while Michael was distracted, gazing into the foggy bayou, and that's when the curtain rose. He watched the angel's face turned from confusion to slack mouthed in awe as his creations made their silent sacrifice.

Then Michael laughed.

And Alastor laughed heartily with him, the laughter having an infectious tone. The angel laughed so hard he knocked backwards into the Radio Demon, whom caught him, wrapping his arms around his shoulders to continue the fit.

That smile. That's what he fell for, and Alastor knew it. So when Michael turned around, to place his arms around him, he gave him that genuine smile. A part of him felt a twinge from the moment in the tower, but it quickly dissipated when he nuzzled against him.

The Archangel might truly be the only one who could get him to willing go to bed, regardless if he wanted to or not, and without fuss. So they climbed in, Alastor coaxed into resting his head, feeling those fingers delicately run through his hair and ears. It was so relaxing, he never wanted it to end.

"I love you."

Did he hear him right?

Just when Alastor was accepting the fact that it could never truly be anything, that the love wasn't supposed to be, the Archangel surprised him. Rattled him, in fact. Feeling lightheaded, hearing his blood and heart pumping, he slowly raised his head to look at Michael.

He knew he meant it. Alastor didn't have to ask him, he knew. He felt it. He was so relieved, and shocked, and so many different emotions that when he all but threw himself into an embrace, he couldn't stop the tears, burying his head into the Archangel's shoulder to hide them.

Consequence be damned. Heaven, Hell, it didn't matter. This was now.

And he loved him too.

[hero-of-the-wolf]

💌Send this to the twelve nicest people you know or who seem to have a good heart and if you get five back you must be pretty awesome!!!💌

Thank you Anon 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

[lonelysmile]

[mysilentmemory]

zhoumi best boy, who’s always support every suju comeback 🥺💙even he’s in China he will post if any members make a cb.

sunflow3rmin

[mashollings]

Joel and Ellie 🖤

Collab with shemshiii on Instagram! (they did Joel ^u^)

[ceedeelamb]

[taemmin]

[nat-seal-well]

I would like to tell you that I am just so happy that you’re in the twc fandom! I love all of your posts and your thoughts and your writing is phenomenal and beautiful! Thank you so much for being such a wonderful part of this fandom. You’re so lovely!

And thank you for all of your Ava x Nat posts and fics! 💕💕

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[frankenjoly]

Happy new year I'm eepy

[certain-blue-eyes]

Q: "How hot, sexy, good looking, amazing and I don't know what else will Harvey Dent get? 👀

A: Yes. 😇

Q: 😳🥵🤤😵‍💫🫠🫠😍😍😍

[ghostkid9]

I finally got to tell my manager how much his support means to me. Not to the full extent I wanted but he’s more of an “actions speak louder than words” kind of guy and he sees how much I care through my actions, and he appreciates what I said. It was nice to voice it and finally talk it out.

[moonchild-in-blue]

Only love is all maroon Gluey feathers on a flume Sky is womb and she's the moon