#* ♡. ⸻ con: luci.

[lucipk]

aún no empezaba con su búsqueda de polaroids, se había quedado sentada en el mismo lugar desde que llegó, observando como el caos se despliega ante sus ojos. sacó un pepero de la cajita que tenía en las manos. " ¿crees que el castigo sea muy terrible? " muerde el bastón de galleta y extiende la cajita para ofrecerle a la persona que está más cercana a ella. " ¿quieres? — me parece que esto es una tortura para los nuevos, ahora tendré que socializar por obligación. "

[s6ngbird]

pretty little dove — coriolanus snow ༘❀⋆

♡‧₊ warnings — nsfw, p in the v, pretty much no plot, unprotected sex, kinda dub-con(?), coryo being mean

♡‧₊ pairing — peacekeeper!coryo x fem!reader

♡‧₊ a/n — erm i'm still new to this whole warning stuff so lmk if i forgot stuff 😭

masterlist | bc: @cafekitsune

when coriolanus came to district 12, he had one goal in mind, to find lucy gray

but now that he was here and had seen lucy gray again, he realized he didn't much care for her anymore

his eyes were now set on you, a poor district girl who was just trying to steal some food to feed herself until he caught you

and you fled, checking every minute or so behind you to make sure the peacekeeper wasn't following you

and you didn't see anyone thank god, you didn't know that coriolanus had let you off the hook this time but he knew he was going to have you either way

what you didn't know is that over time, as you started getting mysterious packages with food, was that coriolanus had been watching you and memorizing your schedule 

some might call it stalking, but to coryo, he was just watching out for you

who knows what could happen if he left you alone, what if some creep started stalking you?

you decided to cross the district line one day, after being told by lucy gray about how nice and peaceful it was

as you walked through the tall grass, picking up a flower and looking its pretty colors, it reminded you of the certain peacekeeper who had let you go that one day and how blue his eyes were

your happiness is cut short though, seeing a shadow fall over you and looking up to see that it was the certain peacekeeper 

“you want to explain yourself sweetheart?” he said, crouching down so that he could be eye to with you

“i was just trying to have some peace, y'know the district isn't the best place?” you said, not scared of him, why should you be?

he chuckled, moving a piece of your hair and standing up

“i like you, but you know acting like that and crossing the district line is going to get you in trouble, hm?” 

you stood up and smiled at him

“well i'm glad you were the one who caught me” you say, getting ready to leave before coriolanus kisses you hard, catching you off guard and quickly pulling away

“well i’ll see you later dove, don't let me catch you here again” he said with a smirk, and with that he left

you were stunned, unsure what that was, you had never realized that it could be possible that a peacekeeper could like a district girl

but hey there's always a first time for everything 

just like being fucked for the first time, out in the forest against a tree by the same peacekeeper who had warned you not to cross the district line again

and of course you paid no heed to his words, why would you? it's not like he was going to personally hunt you down if you did

wrong.

you also thought that he didn't like you and just wanted to turn you in

also wrong.

he was currently kissing you hard, his tongue exploring your mouth as one of his hands was rolling your nipple between his fingers, after he had ripped your thin shirt off

you cried at first when this all happened but then you felt his cock enter your soaking cunt you fell silent

this would be the first time you had ever been fucked before and it was obvious to coryo

“shit dove, loosen up for me will you? you’re so fucking tight, gripping me like a damn vice” he said, after getting his whole cock in while you kept clenching

you didn’t say a thing, you just tried to relax, but then he started moving at an unforgiving pace, breaching your cervix every so often as you gripped his shoulders, digging your nails through the fabric 

your legs started shaking and you felt tears rolling down your cheeks and coryo noticed this, laughing as you continued to slam into you, chasing his release 

he licked up your tears, reaching a hand between you two to rub your clit in order to make you come faster

coryo might not be the best man, but he’s willing to make sure you also get some pleasure through him (he just wants you to enjoy it so he can do it again later)

he fucks into you harder, kissing you over and over again to distract you from any pain or discomfort he might be causing you 

you start to feel something building up and it scares you since you had never had the experience of being fucked by anyone, let alone someone like coryo

“oh my fucking god” you feel a knot snap as you come undone on his cock, your legs shaking even more as you cling onto to coryo for dear life

he holds you up, his touch is gentle which is quite opposite of how he fucking you and laughing at your reactions

“no more please” you say, feeling tired as coryo continued to slam into you, eliciting broken moans from you 

his hips stutter and you feel something warm coat your insides, the color draining from your face as he pulls out, still holding you up and shoving his fingers in to make sure all of his cum stays in

you let out a moan as he does but he quickly takes his fingers out, shoving them in another hole, your mouth, making you taste his cum

“yeah…lick it up you dirty little slut, you gonna be mine now hm?”

[shootingmorningstar]

[slides on in] well hello there fellow lucifer fanatic

could i request some hcs with luci and an indecisive reader? gn and established relationship!! ex: he asks what they want for dinner and they panic trying to pick something because they feel like they need to decide right then and there or they’ll annoy him.

please and thank you! 🫶

anon, you're just like me fr. i also can never make up my mind and love lucifer. i'd be happy to write this for you .ᐟ

thank you for my first request, by the way ~ .ᐟ now to get to the good part.

LUCIFER MORNINGSTAR X GN! INDECISIVE READER

Look at this man. This is the man who has piles upon piles of rubber ducks in his workshop. You cannot tell me Lucifer isn't also indecisive, at least when it comes to less serious things.

Seriously. You expect me to believe he hasn't looked at his own work and went 'nope, looks bad. starting over.' .ᐣ

With that being said, I think he would find it an incredibly endearing trait in you. The concentrated face you make when you're stuck between two options .ᐣ Absolutely adorable.

That is, until the unsure and conflicted look on your face morphs into one telling of your anxiety and worry.

Now, I hope you'll excuse the bird pun, but he is absolutely a mother hen type.

The second he sees even a hint of panic on your face .ᐣ He's immediately shifting all of his focus on you -- if it hadn't been already.

He's rushing over to you without you having to so much as ask -- his beloved partner, distressed .ᐣ No matter the reason, that won't do. He won't rest until he sees you smiling again.

Wrapping his arms around you in a hug, likely even his wings, too. He's suffered so many panic attacks before, he knows just how miserable they are.

He wishes you had come into his life earlier so you could of comforted him through the worst of his.

Even if your panic hasn't dissolved into a full blown attack, he is there. His touch is grounding, it helps you calm down and come back to reality.

When your heart's stopped racing and you look as if you're able to talk about it, he'll ask you just what has you so distressed.

Don't even bother trying to lie to him. He can tell when someone's hiding their feelings.

He won't force you to tell him, though. He just wants to know what went wrong so he can help prevent it from happening again.

If you decide to share your worries with him, he wouldn't belittle you in the slightest. Is it time you need .ᐣ You two have all the time in the world.

Would you rather he choose .ᐣ Because he wouldn't mind.

Or if it's something more serious, he offers to sit down with you and discuss the pros and cons of each -- maybe you two can come up with a decision together .ᐣ

His face sort of falls if you decide to tell him part of the reasoning behind your anxiety is a fear that you'll end up annoying him. Did he do something to make you think he'd judge you .ᐣ

Or maybe he got short with you .ᐣ He's so apologetic. He wants you to feel like you can share anything and everything with him.

He won't let himself start feeling overwhelmed with guilt, though. This moment is about you and the reassurance you need, not his guilt issues.

Explain to him that you know he'd never do such a thing and that it's just an irrational thought coming from worry and he's taking your face into his hands, telling you that he would never, ever think less of you, much less get upset over something as silly as struggling to make a choice.

Like he said earlier, let him help you choose. You two are stronger together and this is no exception.

He's always soft to you, but count on him being even more so than usual for the rest of the night. You two can watch your favorite show or movie -- or whatever you'd like to do to destress. ♡

first request finished ~ .ᐟ how'd I do .ᐣ i'd love to hear your thoughts. feedback fuels my writing muse more than anything else .ᐟ

i'm really hoping this formats correctly, i'm used to using the tumblr app && currently stuck on laptop </3

[lucipk]

sonríe en modo de agradecimiento al halago. permite que le tome la mano y aferra la misma a la de ella. dejándose guiar. cuando llegan al atuendo, se queda alucinada mirándolo. " woow, las perlas se ven preciosas en esta corona. " apunta a ornamento de la cabeza del traje y se dedica a analizarlo más a fondo, los colores y los patrones de la túnica, según ella no van el uno con el otro. " creo que los colores no combinan, pero está realmente precioso el concepto en general. ojala pudiéramos probarnos uno. "

' es precioso, me encantan los colores. ' concuerda mientras observa el mismo maniquí, justo a un lado de la chica. ' ¿corona? ' aporte nace de su creatividad, tampoco sabe cómo se llaman, en realidad. ' este fácilmente se queda con el segundo o tercer puesto, tienes buen gusto, luci. ' gira el rostro para dedicarle una sonrisa, recordándola de la noche del laberinto, no la olvidaría. ' pero, hay uno que me fascinó, ven. ' se toma el atrevimiento de juntar mano femenina con la suya y comienza a caminar hasta llegar a un traje en específico que robó su corazón. ' ¿qué te parece? '

[gayandfairycore]

Updated masterlist ༶•┈┈୨♡୧┈┈•༶

Requests status: always open

♡~Who I write for~♡

Jennifers body: 🩸

Jennifer check

Needy lesnicki

Percy Jackson: 🏛️

Percy Jackson

Annabeth chase

Grover underwood

Leo Valdez

Jason grace

Piper McLean

Wednesday 🕷️

Wednesday Addams

Enid Sinclair

Lockwood and co: ⚔️

Lockwood

Lucy

George

Potc: 🏴‍☠️

Jack sparrow

Will turner

Elizabeth Swann

Spider-Man 🕷️

Andrew Spider-Man

Tom Spider-Man

Doctor who: 🔭

15th doctor (ncuti gatwa)

10th doctor

11th doctor

9th doctor

Bbc Merlin: 🧙

Merlin

Arthur

Morgana

Narnia: 🌲

Peter pevensie

Edmund pevensie

Teen wolf: 🐺

Stiles stilinski

Alison argent

Scott McCall

Titanic: 🚢

Jack dawson

Rose

Fic masterlists ✩‧₊˚

All Finished fics

BBC Merlin masterlist 🧙‍♂️

Jennifer’s body 🩸

Wednesday 🎻

Spiderman masterlist 🕸️

Titanic masterlist 🏴‍☠️

Mbsav masterlist 🧛

𓍊𓋼𓆏𓋼𓍊

Request terms ༶•┈┈୨♡୧┈┈•༶

Percy Jackson:

for any Percy Jackson x reader they will be the book characters purely for the fact I feel uncomfortable writing fanfiction about characters whose actors are literally like 15…

That being said I will write scenarios that are in the show but not with show actors cause they’re children

• I am willing to write any character mentioned above or if they appear in the series (only by request)

• I also may take awhile getting to requests, or completing them)

I do write smut, but all characters are aged up

Things I will not write:

•incest

• non-con

• piss

• self harm

•glorification of sexual assault

(not to be confused with writing about the effects of sexual assault in relationships)

Fics about sensitive content

I will not write rape fics, or fics that glamourise self harm, sexual assault and abuse.

I will write fics with heavy content, tho I may refuse to write them based on the type of content, and what it may include.

I may refuse a request, or may not write it right away, I write for free, I don’t earn anything by putting out this content.

I write poly fics with any character

I write for female, and gender neutral readers only, but if you have already sent me a request with a male reader/ gender fluid reader I will write it

Requests sent about characters I no longer write for:

If you have sent me a request about a character I no longer write for I will still complete the request but I after I clear out my drafts of those characters and their repespective requests any new requests sent about characters from my old master list I will not complete the request.

༶•┈┈୨♡This is a safe space for lgbtqia+ people, poc, trans people, and any other lovely humans! Welcome to my blog! ♡୧┈┈•༶

[bunicate]

rules. absolutely no minors interacting with my works. my sfw content (supa rare) is fine, but please don’t follow me. only do so if you are 18+. no ageless or blank blogs [ must retweet fics to support your fave blogs ! ]

about. this blog is an outlet just for me to write smut of characters I like so everything here is self-indulgent. I do kinda take requests but only those that align with my interests ! I prefer thirsts or just general ideas. i am not the fastest or the most eloquent writer. I make tons of spelling and grammatical mistakes unfortunately :/ but this is just for fun so pls 🐻 with me !

I write a lot of incest but I do not endorse the things I write about. it’s just fiction abt 2d characters! ! all my works are a fantasy that exist in a tiny vacuum on tumblr that has no influence over me or my actions irl. if any of that still makes you uncomfy, uneasy or if bothers you, just block me ^_ < hate will not be acknowledged unless I feel like embarrassing you :p

all the characters I talk/write about are written as 21+ and reader is always an adult

currently writing for: genshin impact, naruto, honkai star rail, love & deep space, obey me ( luci & belphie ). send some thoughts ^_^

𝒚𝒆𝒔 . . . mild cnc, mild dub-con, somno, incest/step-cest ♡ pet play/hybrids, yandere (ok!), daddy kinks/ddlg dynamics, lactation, minor watersports, jealousy, possessive men, a/b/o, oral fixations, sloppy blowjobs, tit worship, size difference/kink, pussy spanks, damsel in distress~

𝒏𝒐 . . . gore, degradation ( bitch, slut, whore etc. ) age play, grooming, non-con/rape, pegging, teacher x student ( ? ) male or gender neutral reader, sub character, scat, throw up, period blood, feet, femdom reader, top reader, shota/loli, sex worker/prostitute reader or scenarios, porn links, cheating, angst with no happy ending :[

[laragazza-dalcuore-infranto-blog]

Oggi si accendono le luci dell'albero di Natale e come ogni anno quella sorta di gioia mista alla malinconia si fa viva si riaccendono dentro tutti i ricordi tra questi oggi si è riacceso il ricordo di uno dei tuoi regali scherzosi ma con dentro tanta dolcezza.

-la ragazza dal cuore nero♡

[orchidcovs]

♡ ; lucy karoonda-wood ( @burniingxallthewiitches ) send: “i can confirm i made a curious child”

Sonrió mientras se acercaba a la contraria con las dos bebidas calientes que había adquirido en un pequeño puesto cerca del parque. "Sí, pero creo que no eres la única", respondió con una pequeña risa escapando de sus labios, observando cómo los hijos de ambos intentaban descifrar cómo funcionaba un juguete.

[tgyverse]

un cupo canon (lucy karoonda-wood) ha sido reservado a nombre de ale preciosa hermosa ♡ con madelyn cline como rostro. recuerda que tu reserva posee un plazo de 48 horas, ¡gracias por el interés!  

[wither-shadow]

I write Character x Character, Character x Reader, and more I will answer any asks when I have time time/not in writers block

Also, this is an 18+ blog. I can not stop you from looking at my page. If you are younger, I just advise that you don't read my page. But I can not control you or what you read. But just be considerate on how I feel about you being a minor on my page. I will write fluffs and Angst for you if you request it, but I will **NEVER** write smut for a minor. It makes me super uncomfortable. Now that is out of the way. Here is what I will and will not write. (Also, if I add any problematic people, I do not support them. I will only post them because of a request or if I just feel like writing something about them. Example : If I write about Shlatt, that does not mean I support him or what he does in any way, I just wrote about him because of a request. Thank you for your time, and enjoy reading my writings, my little shadows ♡)

I will NEVER write for the kinks below

Piss kink

Scat kink/shit kink

Puke kink

Feet kink

Incest

Under aged character smut

Age play

Gerontophilia

Gore kink

If I find more I'll add more

Kinks I will write

Daddy/mommy

Little space

Pet play

Master/Slave

CABT

Edging

Overstimulation

Bondage

Blindfold sex

Cock warming

Dom/Sub or Top/Bottom

Gagging (any kind)

Humiliation (to a degree)

Impact play

Mirror sex

Pain play

Temperature play

Breeding

Public sex/teasing

Hand Kink

Drug/alcohol induced sex

Stepcest

Non-con/Rape

I will add more in the future if I find more

DC/CW:

Oliver Green

Barry Allen

Harrison Wells

Roy Harper

Tommy Merlyn

Cisco Ramon

Marble Hornets:

(I take requests for characters as long as you tell me some of their traits so I can know more about them)

Tim Wright (I will write anything)

Masky (I will write anything)

Brian Tomas (I will write anything)

Hoodie/Hoody (I will write anything)

Alex Kralie (I will write anything)

Pre!Alex Kralie (I will write anything)

Operator (I will only write angst for this one.)

Jay Merrick (I don't write about him much, but I am willing to try)

Every Man Hybrid

I'm no longer doing this one, sorry! Please check out the other fandoms I do

Creepypasta

(I take requests for characters as long as you tell me some of their traits so I can know more about them. I will only write smut for Jeff, Ben, or any other -18 if they are aged up. No, I will not write smut for Sally or Lazari.)

Agedup!Jeff the killer (I will write anything)

Normal!Jeff the killer (no smut)

Preaccident!Jeff the killer (no smut unless aged up)

Agedup!Ben (I will write anything for this character)

Normal!Ben (No smut)

Eyeless Jack (I will write anything)

Lifeless Lucy (I will try my best to write for her probably no smut though)

Sally (Fluff only.)

Lazari (Fluff only.)

Ticci Toby (I will write anything for him, but I will struggle)

Bloody painter (I will write anything)

Jane the Killer (no smut, sorry)

Homicidal Liu (I will write anything)

Resident Evil

(I take requests for characters as long as you tell me some of their traits so I can know more about them)

Leon Kennedy (I will write anything)

Claire Redfield (I will write anything)

Ada Wong (I will write anything)

Luis Sera (I will write anything)

Albert Wesker (I will write anything)

Jill Valentine (I will write anything)

Chris Redfield (I will write anything)

Carlos Oliveria (I will write anything)

KNY/DS

( I'm no longer doing this one, sorry! Please check out the other fandoms I do. I take requests for characters as long as you tell me some of their traits so I can know more about them.)

Avatar the last Airbender

(I take requests for characters as long as you tell me some of their traits so I can know more about them)

Agedup!Zuko (anything)

Agedup!Sokka (anything)

Agedup!Anng (anything but I don't like smut for this character)

Agedup!Azula (Anything I don't mind writing bottom for this character, but I don't like it either)

Agedup!Katara (anything)

Normal!Zuko (No smut)

Normal!Anng (No smut)

Normal!Sokka (No smut)

Normal!Azula (No smut)

Normal!Katara (No smut)

Mcyt

(I take requests for characters, I have no clue who to add to this one. Also, if anyone has boundaries for their character, please let me know. I do not know most of these people or their boundaries)

C!Wilbur soot (Any kind of Wilbur just no CC!, but please specify, I will write anything)

C!Tommy (I am only writing for his characters. Never the actual human being and probably no smut, but idk)

C!Dream (I will write anything)

C!Ranboo (I am only writing for his characters. Never the actual human being and probably no smut, but idk)

C!Tubbo (Same thing as Ranboo and Tommy)

C!Quackity (I will write anything)

C!Fundy (I will write anything)

C!Shlatt (I will write anything)

C!Philza (I will write fluff and angst you will always be his kid or like his kid)

C!BadBoyHalo (I will write anything)

C!Awesamdude (I will write anything)

C!Sapnap (I will write anything)

C!George (I will write anything)

Bursona's

Simpbur (I will write anything)

Argbur (mostly angst, but I will write smut and fluff)

Emobur/makeupbur (I will write any thing)

L'manbur (I will write anything)

Wanting to kiss him

Eating him out (Trans!Character x GN!Reader)

Eating the burs out (Trans!Character x GN!Reader)

Pogbur (I will write anything)

Virginbur (I will write smut or implied smut)

Ghostbur (I will write anything)

Eating the burs out (Trans!Character x GN!Reader)

Phantombur (I will write anything)

Ycgmabur (I will write anything)

Revbur (I will write anything)

Pegging

Eating the burs out (Trans!Character x GN!Reader)

Pogbur (I will write anything)

Eating the burs out (Trans!Character x GN!Reader)

Trying to take care of him but he takes control

Softbur (I will write anything)

The Evil Within game one and two

Sebastian Castellanos (I will write anything)

Joseph oda (I will write anything)

Ruben Victoriano/Ruvik (I won't do anything with gore for this character, I know it's his thing but gore makes me feel icky other than that anything for this character)

🌧️"Run or I will kill you" Ruvik x GN!Reader

Part One

Part Two

I will take requests for characters for this category

Helluva boss and Hazbin Hotel

Blitzo (I will write angst for this character)

Asmodeus (I will write anything for this character)

Alastor (I will write anything for this character)

Lucifer (I will write anything for this character)

Charlie (I will write Comfort, angst, fluff, platonic for this character)

Lute (I will write Angst and fluff for this character)

Adam (I will write anything for this character)

Stolas (I will write anything for this character)

Husk (I will write anything for this character)

Angeldust (I will write angst and fluff. [Boy doesn't need more smut trauma] for this character)

Vox (I will write anything for this character)

I write head canons and situations. But you need to be specific about it if you want good results

Fluffs will be marked with ❤️‍🩹

Angst will be marked with 🌧

Smuts will be marked with 🔥

Head Canons will be marked with 💭

[atavlia]

en cuanto mención de palabra mágica es compartida, todo su interés es recuperado en un segundo, volteándose nuevamente hacia contraria. "el dinero suena bien" asiente, mirada que viaja entre el suelo y la morena con cierta vergüenza por estar cediendo a algo tan banal "haz tu oferta" determina entonces. por mucho que a su orgullo le gustaría declinar ofrecimiento, realidad la obliga a contemplar oportunidad para hacer de su año uno más ameno. ( @lucipk. )

" uhm, puedo darte algo. ¿qué es lo que pides? ¿dinero? ¿clases de baile? " se había animado a jugar, después de todo, usualmente pedían dinero y de eso tenía mucho. " no tengo ninguna para darte de vuelta, sólo un trato. "

[hazelfoureyes]

⟢Alastor x Cupid FemReader Tasked with making a demon believe in true love or you can’t return to heaven, things immediately go off the rails when you hurt yourself and Alastor catches one of your most troubling arrows; Mania

˚₊ · »-♡→ Week 1 and Week 2 ˚₊ · »-♡→Week 3 and Week 4 smut💦 ˚₊ · »-♡→Week 5, Week 6, Week 7, and Epilogue smut💦

Alastor demands you tell him what you’d consider a nice date, which makes a surprisingly lovely time in the library. Dancing leads to… not dancing and a minor rearranging of your guts. And finally, you try to shame Alastor out of Mania and Alastor finds himself having to explain, well, Alastor.

「warnings/promises: Smut, guts➡️rearranged, kinda dub➡️con cuz Alastor still doesn’t listen, but funnily enough neither do you?, lots of interrupting each other, Luci’s hat, you’re down so fucking bad lmao」

🎶 minors DNI 🎵

Angel was live blogging everything you said when you recounted what happened to you after returning to the hotel.

“Wait there’s a character limit, I gotta make a new post.” He was wiping actual tears from his eyes, “Fuck this is funny.”

“Hmmph,” Alastor offered a small noise from his end of the sofa. Neither of you had mentioned or even referenced the sex. There was a strange feeling between you that it didn’t happen so it didn’t need a discussion. But also that it had absolutely happened, as Alastor’s hands found renewed vigor in their search for you when in public and private and your body seemed to respond in kind. You’d still occasionally move his hand off of you, but there was a pulse of electricity every time. When his hand would come to rest on your upper thigh while seated beside each other in the common areas, you let it linger. What harm was it? Heaven wasn’t fucking watching.

Everything aside, the sex had done nothing to dispel his interest. Perhaps you’d only made it worse, for both of you. 

By midweek you found the sling useless, happily tossing it aside and beginning gentle stretches. That was more progress than you'd made in your main task. 

Every morning you woke up beside Alastor, every day you had him in your orbit, every night you fell asleep feet from him.

Had Mania not taken him he would be a prime candidate for showing the virtue of true love. He was already fucking there, a captive audience. But that wasn’t how it worked. Cupid-induced manic love could never be true. Nothing you created was true, really. But atleast with Eros or Agape you could still have added the notion of  true love to the mix. His heart would still be receptive and open to the idea. The way he was now, you could proselytize until you were blue in the face and he’d still think manic love was true love. 

An unintended consequence of living with Alastor was discovering you both had quite a bit in common, as much as that information irked you. He enjoyed horror movies such as ‘Dracula’, you enjoyed horror movies as well, just newer ones. Ones in color. He could cook quite well, something you enjoyed to do. And his taste in music was actually lovely. You had assumed he listened to screams on a 7 hour loop.

Actually, upon closer inspection, Alastor was nothing like you had initially assumed. While he had shown you he was capable of terrifying feats of strength and power, he was also remarkably gentle. Every time you descended the stairs his hand was barely felt as it hovered at your elbow ready to save you. 

Early in the week you fell asleep watching the group play a board game, somehow redemption related, and awoke with his coat laid over your body. When you thanked him, he just smiled and continued enjoying watching Niffty hide the play money.

You were finding yourself more and more wishing the arrow had never fallen. If you’d just met him as you fell, perhaps you would be staring into that portal home. There were definitely worse options around. Even his imposing height had begun to…not bother you, perhaps was the best way to say it.

Or his large hands. There was a safety in the way they rested on your back. Speaking of…

Your throat ran dry when he leaned into you, one of those hands sliding across your thigh,  and asked against your ear, “Ready to go?”

He had to have seen you licking your lips to unstick your teeth. With a nod, he stood and offered a hand to you. 

You both were already out of the elevator and walking to your room when he slowed, coming to stop just in front of you. 

His room, fucking hell. 

“You know, I was thinking,” he wasn’t looking as he spoke to you, which was odd given how often he stared at you. “If you’re going to be here with me from now on-“

You opened your mouth to argue but he put his hand up, “I’d like to know the things you enjoy doing with your romantic interests.” His smile was almost pure, you could tell he was genuinely asking.

“Well I don’t have any so, why would you care?”

“No things you enjoy?”

“No romantic interests.”

His head lolled to the side, “Sometimes I think you say things just to bother me.”

You did.

“I do.”

You thought if you kept being rude maybe you could keep him at an arm’s length. Not get too attached. You’d been kind to people you didn’t like before and eventually you started to like them. This was that. But opposite.

He stared down at you, taking a step closer. You took one back. That smile shifted from pure to sinister, his eyes half lidded. You could almost see the thoughts playing on his face.

“Alastor-,” your back hit the elevator doors. The pounding of your heart when he brought his face to yours drowned out the sounds of the button being pressed. When the doors opened you fell backward with a yelp, but a strong arm caught you by the waist.

“You have twelve floors.” His hand hit the first floor button, “You can share with me your idea of a quality date. Or I can show everyone,” that clawed hand came to your neck, sliding down the evidence of your pounding heart, “how pretty you scream.”

As soon as the doors closed you were pressed against the elevator wall, right leg pulled up and around his waist. “You wouldn’t dare.” You had meant it to sound strong but instead it was half whispered with a shaky voice.

He popped a button off your blouse, “Maybe!” Warm mouth now on your neck, his tongue ran over your pulse, “I wonder if everyone is still in the lobby.”

Over his shoulder you watched the numbers counting down. The hand that cut off the button slid down to your bottoms, slipping under the waistband.

On the 3rd floor the elevator stopped. When the doors opened a demon you didn’t recognize was standing there, eyes wide and mouth open. He didn’t make a move to enter, Alastor looking over his shoulder and sharing what you could only assume was a death glare. The flickering lights were a giveaway to his anger.

His fingers dipped down and cupped your sex, hot palm pressing into your folds. 

The doors closed again and you watched the second floor light up. A finger bent and pressed into you.

A nibble at your ear, “You know I’ll win, regardless.”

He was right. Which was the smaller defeat? Humiliation or just telling the bastard your idea of a nice time?

“Books. Drinks.” You squeaked, the first floor lamp now aglow. His hand pulled away just as the doors opened. 

Expecting him to gloat you were surprised he just hit the 10th floor button. The library. 

He opened the door for you. The library’s main area had two reading chairs bookending a long antique sofa. You took the chair furthest from the door, hearing the door lock.

With a snap, the entire bar with Husk included seemed to fall three inches out of thin air.

“Oh for fucks sake.” Husk looked around, already annoyed, “You coulda just fucking asked for drinks to bring with you. You know cups are portable, right?”

It was nice, actually. Husk poured, you both read. There was an unnecessary fireplace crackling behind you. Cozy. And it got cozier and warmer the more you drank. Your shields softened as the glasses emptied. 

Your book was good, but as you felt the alcohol hit you were reminded of the last time you’d gotten a little past tipsy. Sneakily, but not at all, your eyes wandered over to Alastor.

His legs were crossed, but you could remember looking down and seeing them spread open beneath you. Open. Did many people see him like you had? Had his talk about a disinterest in sex actually been a trick to intrigue you? It hadn’t worked, you genuinely didn’t care what his preferences were. If anything it made you less likely to make a pass.

Your eyes wandered down his slender neck to his wide shoulders. Less than a week ago your arms were resting there. Further down, you remembered that soft bit of fur at the base of his cock, a small trail from his belly button. 

Husk watched your face turn pink, “You good?” Your head whipped around, looking confused. “You’re getting red.”

Oh. I was just thinking about my pussy drowning in Alastor’s cum.

No, obviously not!

Alastor’s eyes left his book and found yours. They were so red; his eyes, not your cheeks. No one in heaven had such wicked an appearance. When you didn’t reply, busy staring back at Alastor, Husk groaned, “Aah fuck.”

“What are you reading?” You asked, clearly able to see the book title from where you sat. 

Alastor held it up, “Oliver Twist.”

“Never read it.”

You had read it.

Setting your book down, you tried to walk as straight as a line as you could to him. You took the book from his hands and sat down on his lap, back against his chest, before picking it up again. “What page are we on?”

“You can leave, Husker.” Alastor didn’t even look at Husk when he said it, eyes still on your face.

When the door closed and Alastor could lock it with a snap, he uncrossed his legs. “Would you like to start over dear? From the beginning.”

Maybe that wouldn’t be such a bad idea.

“Can we?” You leaned your head onto his shoulder. When had he become so comfortable…?

“We can.” The book was set aside, his left hand pulling your chin up, “I think we skipped a few chapters before.”

You opened your mouth, “I don’t like kissing.” 

“You will.” 

The front part of your brain dissolved, you were sure of it. Your decision making abilities were entirely eradicated as his lips pressed into yours. Fuck, maybe even your basic motor skills had been fried, his tongue swiping across your mouth before you just—opened. Your hips ground down into his lap, and you felt his smile widen against your lips.

“Stop smiling. I just like warm bodies.” You reached for the book and opened it to the first page, “and you’re so fucking warm.”

He began to read, but between the rumble of his chest, his voice in your ear, and the heat of his body, you fell asleep.

No matter. Alastor just hummed. With a summoning of his shadow you both sank into your shared bed, where he continued reading with you against his chest.

You dreamt about home. About red eyes and warmth.

Was it so bad, being in hell? Sure you had a fucking deer demon as guard dog but it seemed his mania was … not so terrible. Honestly he seemed relatively normal now. He would wander off for significant lengths of time, even leaving in the mornings while you were still lazing about. A kiss to your hand was the indicator he would be popping off somewhere.

Alastor still wouldn’t let Lucifer alone with you, but otherwise everything was okay. You’d even come to enjoy certain aspects of his possessiveness. That ever present hand, for example. Even when it wasn’t on you, you could still almost feel it. It had become second nature now.

The week was actually peaceful. Your pain was entirely gone, you could move about freely. Despite that Alastor still would press up behind you and offer to help dress you. An offer you declined, but every time he asked you paused longer and longer before saying no.

Alastor was happy to find you in the library toward the end of the week, you having wandered off when he was called away. He summoned a confused but pissed off Husk again, who was midway through making someone else’s drink. He set it aside, pouring Alastor his whiskey. You decided against drinking, you knew you always made poor decisions. Like sleeping. 

Delighted by the impressive collection you found a non-fiction and settled into the same large chair.

“Reading is a virtue.” He said to himself yet out-loud, taking a seat and setting the radio on from across the room. Etta James. ‘Somethings got a hold of me.’

“A little past your time, isn’t it?” You smiled, you liked songs about love. Not because of who you were, you just liked the idea of someone so enamored they have to make art.

He laughed, “Nosey little bird, have you been asking about me?”

Well shit. You had forgotten to play dumb. The past couple weeks you had casually inquired about Alastor from the other staff members. A modest collection of facts to help you better understand the man. A quick recovery. “Know your enemy!” 

He cackled, “Sun Tzu! What does Cupid need ‘The Art of War’ for?!”

What, did he expect you to only read romance novels and Roman mythos? “You can’t make a shadow without light. In fact,” you put the book down, “The Greeks thought Cupid was a child of War and Beauty.”

Okay well, Greek mythos is a little different than their Roman counterpart’s. So. There.

Alastor watched you leaning over the arm of the chair, no sign of pain as you did so. Your injury must have mended well. “Do you have parents?” He asked, genuinely wondering how your kind were created. 

“No, we're just… made. And then sent off on assignments.”

“You must be terribly busy, just one person for all of earth.” If Alastor could pull some limbs and find out more from anyone but you, he would, but unfortunately no one but Vaggie would know anything about you and he had a feeling her time in heaven was never spent thinking about love. 

“Oh, actually not so much! When I’m with humans I can travel around without worrying about the concept of time at all. But it takes a toll.” Or so you were told. There were never two Cupids at one time so you couldn’t really ask your predecessors. Alastor’s brows rose, unsure how exactly a Cupid could be taxed if they didn’t feel pain and couldn’t be hurt. “Every trip to Earth weakens us. Until our bodies just, I guess, give out.” A smile crept across your face, unsure what expression you were supposed to be making.

“Is it just Earth? Or,” he lowered the radio volume with just a glance, “Every time you leave heaven?” It would take a great effort to not notice the weight suddenly blanketing the library. Silence was heavy with what he was really asking you. Would remaining here kill you?

It was a great question. Wow he’s really good at this. It almost seemed like he gave a shit. No one had ever asked you about your creation, about your work. It was nice. Even from him. Maybe especially from him.

You had never been to hell, so you couldn’t be sure, but, “I think it’s a human-world time-thing. But I guess we’ll find out!” Another misplaced smile before you awkwardly leaned back and picked up the book.

While you hadn’t noticed the slip up you had made, Alastor had. “I suppose we will.” 

You would find out, because you wouldn’t be returning to heaven. He was glad you, even if unconsciously, understood that. And perhaps you could live forever if you never returned to earth.

When the song ended, you offered one of your own. 

Alastor was pleasantly surprised to hear you request Nat King Cole’s ‘It’s almost like being in love’.

Standing, he offered you his hand for a dance. “Ugh I hate this cheesy shit.” You said it but stood anyway, putting your hands in his.

Alastor laughed, swaying side to side, “Not a fan of romance? Has Cupid never been in love?”

Those were two seperate things. How could you explain? “Drug dealers number one rule. Never get high off your own supply. That would be—.”

Lonely. Pathetic.

“A bad idea.” His cheek rested on your head. It was a shockingly tender act. “Can you understand? Why would I want something I made. What’s special about that?” 

“And what of true love? It isn’t made by you, yes?” Asked into your hair.

“Yeah but when will I ever find the time to make a connection worthwhile. Winners and Angels are gluttons for choice, I am obviously built for a fun time not a long time.” Which you were…fine with. Yeah. I mean, what choice did you have? “And I don’t want to force it…so…” you trailed off. The rest didn’t matter.

He nodded, suppressing another laugh.  “I see. Well, allow me to give you something you inspired, how about that? Not made. Would you say no, my muse?”

Inspired? Like a song? “Ha, what have I inspired in you, heathen.”

Alastor stopped dancing, his hand pulling your face up for a kiss which took you by surprise.

“Seriousl-,” Husk mercifully disappeared in a flash of neon green.

You couldn’t remember exactly how it happened, much like many of the moments you surrendered to Alastor. It was so fast and he was so strong, his hands large and confident in how they moved you. Before you knew it you were bent over the sofa’s arm getting fucked so hard your leg was shaking and your stomach nauseous.

This was much better than songs or art or whatever you inspired in others. You were gasping with every breath, the action somehow heightening the sensations. The little huffs and groans your body was pulling from him had your heart racing.

His cock was smashing your womb into your guts, the entire organ suddenly feeling like a new pleasure spot. Every jolt to your cervix made a novel kind of bliss pool in your stomach. 

You cried, head empty as he completely left your heat before bottoming out again, “Stop, Alastor. Stop.” A strained moan, hands gripping the wooden sofa arm, “stop, stop, fuuuuck.”

He was pulling out too far and too fast, hitting back too hard and too deep. Your cunt felt swollen around him, your entrance so soft and wet he didn’t need precision to sink back in.

“Does it hurt?” He said quickly on the down beat of his thrust.

“Nngh no.”

“Theeen, no.”

Alastor pulled you up by your chin, back bending as he titled your mouth to his. Despite your mouth hanging open with your tongue out as salacious as you’d ever been,  you told him, “I really don’t kiss during sex.” 

The look in his downcast eyes sent a shiver along your spine, a power there you couldn’t push against, “You do now, my dear.”

When in hell, you supposed. You didn’t even try to argue, accepting his tongue wrapping around yours and exploring your mouth while his dick churned up your insides. Full from top to bottom. Full of Alastor. Safe. Wanted. Needed. 

You pulled away when there was an overwhelming bone-deep sensation spilling through your hips and down your thighs. The muscles felt weak there, and you had an urge to runaway from it but Alastor held you still. 

A scream of ecstasy as both legs shook violently, you finally got your hands free orgasm but to your shock it didn’t stop. As it appeared to wane, it just started mounting again. By the third roll, Alastor came with a push so deep your chest fell over the arm of the sofa. If not for the hands bruising your hips, you would have fallen off entirely.

The ache in your stomach began immediately, you’d have thought someone had been punching you in the gut. Well, more literally than they had been. When you groaned and complained to Alastor about what he had done, he pulled you up by your waist.

You were drawn into him, back to his chest again with your body between those long legs. His hands came to your stomach. Alastor massaged deep circles into your abdomen. 

“Does that help?” His high voice lowered, husky and kind into your ear. You nodded, the pressure relieved the discomfort. 

You wondered if he was used to taller demons than your shorter heavenly form, or perhaps he wasn’t used to anyone at all. Maybe sinners had more room than you did. 

“I didn’t mean to hurt you. Believe it or not,” probably not, “I’m never trying to hurt you.”

Was it terrible you actually did believe him? Yes he was a serial killer, and considered one of the most cruel overlords in recent memory. But he was always gentle when his hands were on you. Flits of memories of him washing your feet came back to you. 

“I know perhaps,” his hands kept moving, your back already stuck to his with well earned sweat, “I have at times been easily incensed.”

You nodded quickly.

“But, It’s just,” you heard him swallow hard, “ah I absolutely hate this,” He whispered it to himself. “I’m just scared you’ll leave before I’ve managed to convince you how much happier I can make you here.”

It’s not that it was funny, necessarily, but the very idea hell could be happier than Heaven was laughable. It was Heaven. It was made to be happy.  It existed purely to please. 

The smile faded from your face. Well, for the winners. It was made to please the winners. It wasn’t made for you, but you still got much enjoyment. You had…sex. Great sex. Not held aloft in a radio tower great, but…You always came. Everyone did. Wasn’t that the point of it?

Wasn’t that the point?

What was the point?

 A warm and lonely bed is better than an empty one alone. So.

Well, your bed was always warm and never lonely in hell now that you’d been “moved”.

You had… Hobbies. You liked swimming. 

Okay well the hotel had a pool. And yes, if you weren’t running off to earth on command you’d have more energy for hobbies.

What were you thinking about this for again?

You gathered the scraps of your relevant thoughts, “Happiness isn’t being confined to a hotel, Alastor.”

“As soon as you show me you won’t leave me, I won’t care where you go. As long as you’re safe.” One of his hands left your stomach to stroke your cheek, “I’m just waiting for you to realize what I already know.”

If Alastor were to ease his grip on you, could you enjoy yourself? Well, more than you did. But it was more than that, you had to admit you hated the idea of losing, of just running away. “I don’t like giving up.” 

His laugh was quiet but it rocked you as his chest moved. “Darling they threw you to hell and told you you’re not allowed to leave unless you do homework. Giving up what? Being a servant to heaven?”

If he had said it a couple weeks prior, you would have left the room indignant. But now, settled against his hot skin and being so softly touched, it sounded like tough love.

“I don’t belong here though.” You were talking to yourself. So many excuses.

His arms wrapped around your chest to hug you into him, “You belong wherever I am.” His cheek pressed against yours, “I won’t let you go.”

A threat. A threat you leaned into and warmed yourself with. A threat a quiet part of you hoped he kept his word on.

You were getting too comfortable. Every morning you woke up to Alastor curled into your body, holding you tightly to him and you found yourself smiling before your consciousness clicked on. At some point in the last week he grabbed your chin and kissed you good night and suddenly every time he left your side you allowed a kiss to your cheek before he parted. What was worse was how you’d talk in bed about your recent reads and what happened the few hours you weren’t with each other. 

The thing that made you realize you were getting honestly too deep was when you went to go to bed early and actually took the elevator past your floor, walked all the way to his station and told him good night. You’d made it to his chair and were leaning down for your kiss when your face fell flat. 

He asked what was wrong but you shook your head. A poorly faked smile offered to him.

You sat in your bed. His bed. Your bed?

You sat in bed and wondered how to press forward. Two months, nearly, you’d been in hell. At this rate surely heaven had made a replacement. If you could make it back quickly you could still keep your place.

A decision was made, you’d never confronted Alastor head on. You had misunderstood his illusion of you. But maybe if you just forced it into his thick skull he’d been controlled and puppeted by an arrow, not his free will, he would abandon it to save his pride. 

Knees to your chest, why were you crying again? Did you want to go home?

No, you wanted to curl into his stupid fucking lap and listen to him hum his stupid old, forgotten songs. You wanted to dance while Husk groaned and rolled his eyes. You wanted to feel loved.

But you weren’t made to want things. And Alastor didn’t love you.

Okay, one more night to enjoy yourself before you pissed him off so much he kicked you out of his bed. Or took such a turn into obsession he never let you leave the room again, allowing you to shirk responsibility for not returning to heaven.

When you turned the handle there was resistance, the door pushing in. 

“Alastor? Done already?” He’d seemed busy earlier.

He closed the door and locked it. Oh. A blush. The sound of a locking door had come to mean certain things to you.

“You seemed bothered.” His thumb wiped where your tears had already dried, “What ever is the problem? Did someone upset you? Some neck I should wring?” You shook your head no. His other hand came to join in  holding your face, those goddamned red eyes melting you to nothing, “Some limbs I should snap?” He took a step toward you and you took two back, hands holding his wrists. Another no. “Or some cheeks I should kiss?”

Stop crying.

An eager nod. “Don’t cry, my love.” Soft lips catching your tears, thin fingers wiping them away. He kept walking forward and you kept walking back until your legs hit the bed. 

One more night, just in case. In case he forfeits the mania.

You kissed his neck, startling him. “Rare form. Did you need some more intimate attention, darling?” You tried to avoid initiating, never knowing what he wanted or when, never wanting to enjoy his touch too much. “I could indulge you.”

What you wanted was to be reduced so thoroughly to just a physical creature by way of pleasure that your mind disconnected from your brain. Fucked dumb, as people said. Alastor wouldn’t know what that meant but you were confident he’d enjoy sussing out the finer details of the meaning if it meant your full surrender.

You bit down on his neck, getting you pushed onto the bed in return. “I need overindulgence. I don’t wanna feel anything tonight but you.” You should practice your manners, for heaven's sake. “Please.”

There it was again. That look that turned your bones to jelly and your brain to cotton; that downcast half lidded stare as he towered over you that promised to devour you whole. His hand pulled at his bow tie and loosened his collar, knees on the bed as his legs spread you open at the thighs.

 “Good girl.”

No punishment or inspiration, just that mental numbness that turned off all your worries. We’re you making stupid faces? We’re your sounds embarrassing? Didn’t matter. You didn’t care. You clung to his body like you’d fall apart without his skin on yours. Because you would, in some fashion. 

Every gap between your bodies felt like room for doubt. So you filled them with flesh and sighs and moans. 

With his height difference you were smothered by him when in traditional heaven-approved missionary, but you liked lying on top. Your head only made it to his chest when your hips were positioned above his cock. You could go slack and let him move you on and off himself. You had been lying when you said you preferred to not move or make noise, but you’d learned he got harder and more feral when you let him manipulate your body any way he pleased. 

He smelled like sweat and leather, probably from the chairs in the lobby. No one sweats in heaven, this seemed like a mistake now. You’d have to be sure to not wash your clothes after you left hell, or else you’d forget his scent.

After finishing, he was surprised to find you still clinging to his torso, arms under his armpits and hooked onto his shoulders. He offered to pull out and let you lie down but you just held on tighter in response. He glanced around the room, soft light and softer music on the radio. Your quiver and bow rested against the armoire, practically dusty. He asked if you were alright, a hand coming to your back with large claws gently scratching.

“Yeah I will be.” you lifted your head, waiting.

Both of his eyebrows rose, unsure what you were waiting on.

Complete surrender. “Good night kiss.” You had to stretch to meet his lips before settling back into his chest, “okay bore me to sleep with your day, sinner.” He gladly did, you falling asleep yet again to the sound of his slow heartbeat and the rumble of his words.

You awoke nauseous, already knowing your day was going to fucking suck and it’d be your own fault. The idea of approaching Alastor and initiating the conversation felt impossible, your feet became stone when you thought of it.

The coward’s option. Wait for time alone and then pace the library until he came to find you.

After an hour or so he did, smile brightening as he entered. “Should I summon the bar?”

You shook your head no, struggling to speak. He sat in his chair, book still on the small side table.

Heart pounding, you considered doing this another day or week or maybe year but knew you’d already lost so much time. “Alastor, I need to talk to you about my task.”

He snapped the book shut, eyes not leaving his hands. “Oh?”

“I need to leave the hotel or at least need serious time alone with someone. I need to change someone’s heart on true love. I can’t go home—,” you were cut off, Alastor standing quickly.

“Home?”

“Alastor.” You stood your ground even as his spine stretched and antlers widened.

“Your home is wherever I am.” A pained smile now, something akin to hurt in his eyes that did damage to you too. “Ah. So last night— and people say I’m cruel.”

“I’m not supposed to be here!”

A snap, his anger and desperation eclipsing his pain, “Why don’t you ever listen-,”

Your turn to cut him off, “Because you’re under a spell! You act so fucking tough like you’re in control all the time. But you’re not! It’s just the effect of the arrow.”

He laughed, but you kept going, “Don’t act like you’re sooo strong you can fight the effects of my shot. You don’t fucking love me. Not really, not naturally. It was an accident. You’re just— it’s been made by me. I don’t want it. I want something real and true.”

“My feelings are true, just let me speak. I can make you understand if you’d just listen to me.” Pupils like pins, teeth somehow sharper.

“Alastor you can’t have true love. Nothing triggered by my arrows can ever be true.”

Another ring of laughter, “Tell me then how your true love is different than mine, Oh Wise Cupid.”

You huffed, “Don’t talk down to me, radio demon. True love means caring deeply for someone else that occupies your heart and mind-,” he opened his mouth, looking around the room for where you found the audacity but you snapped twice to get his attention back, “not just that! You put them first without fear because if they truly love you they would never take advantage of that. It’s trusting them with the most fragile parts of yourself. It's a best friend. Someone who makes you feel like a better version of you, makes you want to always be improving yourself.”

Alastor was still smug, staring at you from his unnervingly demonic height, “Lovely! Last question, expert, is true love ever one sided?”

You thought for a beat, “It can be.”

He hummed, body swiftly resuming his smaller but, again, still too tall scale, antlers remaining fierce as his sinister smile dropped to just a small upward turn of his lips. “I see. You’ve truly enlightened me. I believe you.” The sarcasm wasn’t lost on you.

You rolled your eyes and licked your lips to go off when a portal opened beside you.

Heaven was just beyond the shining circle.

You looked from Alastor to the circular doorway, taking small steps towards it. Your hand pressed through, confusion wiping your own smugness off your face.

Alastor began a mocking slow clap. “I’ve been convinced. Happy now? Task complete.”

“But- the love Mania causes…It clouds the mind, you can’t even process the idea of true love properly.” You searched the floor for some clarity.

His hands stopped, eyebrows meeting his bangs as a laugh that started typically but quickly morphed into maniacal filled the room. You just kept pushing your hand in and out of the portal. Alastor finally quieted, antlers fully drawn back into little prongs. He stared at you. A shiver as his smile reached his ears. That look again. You took a deep breath, ready to be eaten.

“Your little arrow didn’t pierce me, you glorious fool. It literally fell into my pocket. I was never under the effects of your magic. I said that many times.” He straightened out his suit jacket,  “Very plainly, might I add. You just never listened to me. So sure you knew better than I did.”

You sputtered, too many thoughts trying to express themselves, “Why did you act like that then?!”

“Because I wanted you. Something something first sight, as I recall the adage goes.” He crossed his arms and looked at his claws, “Perhaps my love happens to be manic by default. I am a murderous overlord, darling.”

All the energy left your body, shoulders relaxing. “Oh.” 

“So, here I am,” he opened his arms, “trusting you to not hurt me any further today. Does that fall into your narrow view of true love?”

A good question. You shifted your weight onto your other foot, looking back at heaven. You could see the shining gates.

He sighed and brought his arms down, “I can’t promise how long I’ll let you stand there and look at anything other than me.”

A warning.

A deep breath, another shift onto your other foot again as you shook the anxiety out of your hands before finally making eye contact with him, “Well, eldritch horror, prove it.”

You heard the door lock from across the room. 

You decided heaven could wait. It took about two days before they seemed to notice you hadn’t entered the portal, which closed on its own some time between Alastor pushing you onto the floor and you begging him for more. Luckily St. Peter wasn’t privy to your escapades.

It was a fact Sera was aware you had completed your task, because a knock came to the library door on that second day after you did so. Entering without waiting for a reply, which was brave, Lucifer and his hat popped into the room.

“Heeeey giiiirl. I got a message from heaven asking what’s the hold up, worried you were incapacitated.”

From your seat in Alastor’s lap you lowered your book, “How nice of them to suddenly care about my well-being.” You brought the book back up, “Little late.”

He nodded, “Uh huh, uh huh. Yeah I can understand that. Sooo,” his fingers tapped the door, “What should I reply with?”

Alastor turned the page and hummed a reply, “Finders Keepers.”

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@ivebeenthearchersstuffn, @rubyninja1 , @simphornies , @alleystore , @readergirlstuff , @berry-demon , @chirimeimei , @fairyv-ice , @olive-frog , @thonethatflies620 , @tiredkiwiii , @ilikemyteawithmilk , @whateverlololo , @psipies , @howabouticallyou , @roxxie-wolf , @ive-no-idea-what-to-call-this , @fizzled-phoenix , @fjorjestertealeaf , @phobophobular , @surusurusuru , @mariaclarade-la-cruz1 , @whateverlololo , @simplyonehellofanotaku , @xixflower , @i-am-nonbinary-bean-deal-with-it , @roxxie-wolf , @a-case-of-attachment , @multifandomfanatic02 , @watereddownmilk , @raynerrold , @crazii-saber-wolf , @valkyrie-expeditions , @bontensbabygirl , @sillyb0nez , @oo0lady-mad0oo , @jazzmasternot , @pseudobun , @fraugwinska✨, @alitaar , @straows , @alastorssimp , @angelicwillows , @b-o-n-e-daddy , @one-and-only-tay , @asleeponelmstreet , @tremendoushearttaco , @mutifandomkid , @sapphirecaelis , @itzzzkiramylove  @saccharine-nectarine , @viannasthings , @looking1016 , @ultimate-duck-king-lucifer , @blakeaha , @astraechos , @reath-solia ,

🏹Alastor stalkers: @celestial-vomit , @amurtan

@faeoffaith , sailorsmouth , @jeannyjaykaydeh , @jyoongim , @cosmic-lavender , @saturn-alone , @lustylita , @radio-darling , @kaylopolis , @dickmastersworld , @leviskittywh0re

@asianfrustration13 @alittletiredcry @sirens-and-moonflowers @alastorssimp

@sugurubabe , @zzzykiek , @phamtasic

[sublimealexaprincess]

꧁•⊹٭𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎٭⊹•꧂

.˚♡˚.═══════ .˚♡˚. ════════.˚♡˚.

-ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴜᴄʏ (miss lucy) [🏔]

-Presentation post, original character information inspired by TF2.

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[ Expedientes top secret]

  Información:  

Nombres: Lucy, Apellidos: Serey Reynosa y Ludwig (apellido adoptivo)  

Edad: no especifica (entre 17 – 19 años)  

Nacionalidad: “mestiza” doble nacionalidad  

Ocupaciones: niñera de medio tiempo, ex estudiante de preparatoria se graduó con honores y diplomas.  

Clase: desconocida

Trabajo: merc de reserva y asistente de administración ultimo clasificado  

Biografía: nacida en algún país de Sudamérica y criada en los estados unidos termino la preparatoria con anticipación a una joven edad adelantándola de grado, sus habilidades más destacables son la inteligencia y sigilo, conocimiento en armas básicas, manejo nato en armas blancas y memoria visual. Hija adoptiva del médico Dr. Ludwig en su entrevista la misma reafirmo querer estar en el servicio de su padre mostrando buenas bases y dones útiles dentro de TF INDUSTRIES y MANCO.CO debido a que los puestos ya estaban ocupados no se pudo encajarla dentro del equipo de merc más se le asigno en una lista de espera para nuevo aviso ya que llego a impresionar en ciertos aspectos durante la entrevista que la destacaron y posible puesto de trabajo.

 (Nota de voz de la administradora) observaciones: “podría sernos de utilidad miss Pauling, la chica posee buenas habilidades que pueden servirme. Asegúrese de contarla mas tarde quisiera hablar personalmente con ella… -es lo que buscábamos- “

 Datos extra: sus padres fallecieron huérfana desde los 3 años y adoptada a los 6.  

[natuart]

DRAW THIS IN YOUR STYLE!

Se acaba de ir Halloween, pero hay un monstruo navideño que pocos conocen! 🎃🎄

Halloween has just passed, but there is a Christmas monster that few know about! 🎃🎄

DRAW THIS IN YOUR STYLE! 💜

~ ENGLISH ~

RULES ♡ :

🎄 Draw it in your own style and  whatever art medium you prefer!

🎄You can draw both characters or choose just one! and you can change the poses if you want c:

🎄Tag me and post the original picture as second picture ♡

🎄 Use the hashtag #natuchristmas23 to make sure I see your drawing ♡

🎄 People who participate will receive a link to the book virtually! (the book is only in Spanish, sorry :c)🎄

🎄If you want share it so more people can join too! ♡

There is no deadline! Just have fun! 😊

💜

Little book that I illustrated with @florvidal written by @maxipachi07_ of @editorialthelema 💜

🎄

~ ESPAÑOL ~

REGLAS ♡:

🎄 Dibuja esto en tu propio estilo! Con cualquier técnica que prefieras! (arte tradicional, digital, etc)

🎄 Podes dibujar a ambos personajes o elegir solo uno! Tambien podes cambiar las poses de los personajes. c:

🎄 Etiquetame, y publica el dibujo original como segunda imagen!  ♡

🎄 Usa el hashtag #natuchristmas23 asi es más facil que pueda ver tu dibujo! ♡

🎄Las personas que participen recibirán un link donde pueden leer el libro virtualmente! (el libro solo esta en español!.)🎄

🎄Si queres podes compartirlo para que mas personas puedan verlo y unirse! ♡

No hay fecha limite! Divertite! 😊

🎄

Librito que ilustre junto a @florvidal escrito por @maxipachi07_ de @editorialthelema 💜

🎄

En la víspera navideña, Lucy recibe una inesperada visita del Polo Norte.

"Lucy y el Monstruo de Navidad", es una tierna historia de amistad y fantasía, donde aquellos que creen en la Magia tienen su recompensa.

[she-is-alice-watson]

¡He regresado mis amistades! Y aquí está la presentación de mis personajes.

♡ alice longbottom, 25, auror, parte de la orden del fenix.

Alice continúa trabajando como auror y se encuentra estudiando su maestría en la academia junto con Dorcas. También ha tomado misiones más arriesgadas con la orden al lado de Gideon, está haciendo todo lo posible para hacer de este mundo mejor. Trata de pasar todo su tiempo libre en compañía de su esposo e hijo.

♡ fabian prewett, 25, ex-auror,investigador privado, parte de la orden del fenix.

Desde hace meses se estaba cansando del Ministerio y de lo poco que les importaban realmente las desapariciones y ataques, haciendo lo mínimo para resolverlo pero fue la muerte de Benjy lo que colmo su paciencia. Renuncio a la oficina de Aurores, no sin decirle una que otra cosa a su ex jefa. Ahora trabaja como investigador privado y en misiones peligrosas para la orden.

♡ lucy karoonda, 24, jugadora de quidditch profesional, civil.

Sigue jugando profesionalmente pero los últimos acontecimientos la han preocupado, sobre todo por su estatus de la sangre y como eso puede ser un blanco para ella y su familia por lo que ha empezado a tomar clases de defensa contra las artes oscuras con la ayuda de Dorcas aunque a espaldas de Danny.

[julianobungus]

The Collector holding a baby shower! He asks for advice on what names to choose and makes sure to pamper their pregnant wife. ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

Trigger warning: Mind-break, dub-con. Age gap.

Once again, everyone is mandatorily invited, even the puppets. Belos - with her vacant look of peace and detachment - acts all enamoured and giddy with everything happening as she's showered with gifts.

The Collector asks King and Mamadalia for names, and implores them to come up with a list. They both honestly struggle for a while, coming up with examples ranging from 'jerry' and 'Lucy' (by King) to more extravagant examples like 'Benedict' and 'Azmardica' (by Odalia), but the Collector just waves them off because they're too boring or dumb. "We'll come up with one when the baby comes", he tells them.

In the end, he can be seen hugging his new wife, with the two absolutely fawning over each other. King and Odalia are both very uncomfortable as they sit next to the dollified Coven heads.