#and demons to find you my dear i hear heavenly sounds in my head when you're near i'm alright now you're here'

[lloydfrontera]

whoever introduced me to "come with me" by chxrlotte. please step forward and take responsibility. i've been having an ongoing breakdown about this song for weeks now. this situation is unsustainable.

[lolohe12]

In honor of Good Omens Season 2 coming out I'm sharing my Very long and ever increasing Ineffable Husband's playlist

Somebody to Love - By Queen: "Take a look in the mirror and cry. Lord, what you're doing to me? I have spent all my years in believing you but I just can't get no relief, Lord... Can anybody find me somebody to love?"

2. (You're The) Devil in Disguise - By Elvis Presley: "You look like an angel. Walk like an angel. Talk like an angel. But I got wise. You're the devil in disguise"

3. Rewrite The Stars - From The Greatest Showman: "No one can say what we get to be. So why don't we rewrite the stars? Maybe the world could be ours tonight"

4. Old Devil Moon - By Frank Sinatra: "Just when I think, I'm free as a dove Old devil moon, deep in your eyes blinds me with love"

5. Earth Angel - By The Penguins: Earth angel, Earth angel, will you be mine? My darling dear, love you all the time. I'm just a fool, a fool in love with you"

6. From Eden - By Hozier: "Honey, you're familiar like my mirror years ago. Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on its sword. Innocence died screaming, honey, ask me I should know. I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door"

7. Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy - By Queen: "Dining at the Ritz we'll meet at nine precisely (One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine o'clock) I will pay the bill, you taste the wine. Driving back in style in my saloon will do quite nicely. Just take me back to yours that will be fine"

8. Take This Waltz - By Leonard Cohen: "And I'll yield to the flood of your beauty. My cheap violin and my cross. And you'll carry me down on your dancing to the pools that you lift on your wrist. Oh my love, oh my love take this waltz, take this waltz. It's yours now, it's all that there is"

9. A Thousand Years - By Christina Perri: "I have died everyday waiting for you. Darling, don't be afraid, I have loved you for a thousand years. I'll love you for a thousand more"

10. Black Wedding - By In This Moment Ft. Rob Halford: "I would've loved you for a thousand years. I would've died for you. I would've sacrificed it all my dear. I would've bled for you 'Til death do us part. You were unholy right from the start It's a nice night for a black wedding."

11. Transatlanticism - By Deathcab for Cutie: "The Atlantic was born today, and I'll tell you how. The clouds above opened up and let it out... I need you so much closer"

12. All This and Heaven Too - By Florence and The Machine: "All this heaven never could describe such a feeling as I'm hearing. Words were never so useful so I was screaming out a language that I never knew existed before"

13. Sun and Moon - By Jon Walker: "I could have been a lot of things. I could have seen the world with broken wings. You're the only one who understands. Yeah, you're the only one who understands"

14. When The Day Met The Night - By Panic! At The Disco: "When the sun found the moon she was drinking tea in a garden, under the green umbrella trees in the middle of summer"

15. Still Into You - By Scott Bradlee's Postmodern Jukebox: "Can't count the years on one hand that we've been together. I need the other one to hold you make you feel, make you feel better"

16. Come With Me - By Chxrlotte: "And after six thousand years, if the world disappears I'd fight angels and demons to find you, my dear. I hear heavenly sounds in my head when you're near. I'm alright now you're here"

17. Halo - By Ane Brun: "It's like I've been awakened. Every rule I had you breaking, It's the risk that I'm taking I ain't never gonna shut you out"

18. Like Real People Do - By Hozier: " Iwill not ask you where you came from. I will not ask you, neither should you. Honey just put your sweet lips on my lips. We should just kiss like real people do"

19. Time After Time - By Iron & Wine: "If you're lost you can look and you will find me time after time. If you fall, I will catch you, I'll be waiting time after time"

20. Longer - By Dan Fogelberg: "Longer than there've been fishes in the ocean, higher than any bird ever flew, longer than there've been stars up in the heavens, I've been in love with you"

21. The Book of Love - By Peter Gabriel: "The book of love is long and boring and written very long ago. It's full of flowers and heart-shaped boxes and things we're all too young to know"

22. Heaven in a Place on Earth - By Belinda Carlisle: "In this world, we're just beginnin' to understand the miracle of livin'.Baby, I was afraid before but I'm not afraid anymore"

23. And I Love Him - by Benjamin Gibbard: Bright are the stars that shine dark is the sky. I know this love of mine will never die. And I love him"

24. You're my Best Friend - By Queen: Oh, you're the best friend that I ever had. I've been with you such a long time. You're my sunshine and I want you to know t hat my feelings are true I really love you. Oh, you're my best friend"

25. A Nightingale Sang In Barkley Square - By Tori Amos: "There were angels dancing at the Ritz. And a nightingale sang in Berkeley Square"

[rizz-penguin]

Come With Me <3

“And after six thousand years, if the world disappears I'd fight angels and demons to find you, my dear I hear heavenly sounds in my head when you're near I'm alright now you're here.” -Come With Me by Chxrlotte

[amistytown]

The Brothers Comfort a Bullied MC

I started writing this thinking it would be something short and sweet I could finish in a day, and then it turned into this. MC remains gender neutral, and I currently don’t write for the dateables, but when I do I could always write a part II if people are interested. Nonetheless, I hope you enjoy it, anon, and thank you for the request! As always, I apologize for any spelling or grammatical errors that may have gone unnoticed. Trigger warning for mentions of blood, violence, and physical and emotional bullying. Thank you to those who take the time to read my work; it’s greatly appreciated!

LUCIFER

Immediately notices you’re quieter than usual, face sullen and void of the beautiful smile Lucifer has grown accustomed to. He’s determined to figure out what’s troubling you, undeniably concerned for your wellbeing; you’re the exchange student, though, more importantly, you’re his human, and your happiness is his own. That night he calls you to his study, always willing to make time in his busy schedule to accommodate you, especially when his human is in need. Your eyes are dark and swollen, and your head is bowed as you enter; you look exceptionally fragile, his heart aching at the sight. Behind closed doors he doesn’t hesitate to pull you into his embrace, pressing a light kiss to your forehead while he runs his fingers through your hair; he can feel you relax against him, hands twisting in his shirt as you bury your face in his chest.

Bursting into tears, you cry in his arms, and he holds you close, gaze soft as he consoles you, gently rubbing your back and whispering words of comfort. You’re his priority, his pride and joy, and he won’t rest until he knows you’re okay, wanting to soothe your aching heart. Flames dance in the fireplace, casting the room in their golden glow and emanating a heat that dries your tears and warms you both body and soul. Lucifer cradles you to him in one of the chairs situated before the hearth, watching over you as you curl up in his lap. Patiently he waits for you to speak what’s on your mind, unburdening yourself of your worries, his anger quiet and cold once he learns of the demons tormenting you. They are foolish to bully the one he loves, and to do so on school grounds; they will certainly be punished for their crimes—he will see to it personally.

Lucifer reassures you will no longer endure such harassment, encouraging you to confide in him; there’s little you can do or say to bother the Avatar of Pride, and he wants to help when able, providing his undying support. Your mood lifts significantly, and his heart swells as you cup his cheeks to draw him into a kiss, your lips smiling against his and sweetening the moment. He won’t allow you to leave his side the remainder of the night, and you’re eager to remain in his company, lounging in his study while you wait for him to finish his work. Though his focus is elsewhere, and he decides to turn in early, carrying you to his room where he tucks you in, hugging you to him beneath the blankets. The next morning, he excuses you from your duties, ordering a day of rest and relaxation; you deserve it, after all.

MAMMON

The Avatar of Greed is attending class when he overhears a low-level demon taunting you, throwing insult after insult while you try to focus on your studies; though the longer you ignore them, the more they push back, your face falling as their words leave their mark on your heart. Mammon’s blood is boiling, and he’s out of his seat, towering over the demon in an instant, a hand wrapped around their throat. Lucifer intervenes, putting an end to the chaos, but Mammon is unapologetic, his elder brother’s lecturing doing little to quell the fire still raging beneath the surface. He’s your protector, and he won’t hesitate to defend you—the consequences be damned.

To say he’s worried about you is an understatement, he refuses to leave your side, determined to protect you at all costs. A lowly demon is harassing you? The Great Mammon will deal with them personally, and once he’s finished, they won’t think twice about hurting his human. He loves you, although it’s difficult for him to admit at times, but you’re his world, and he hates to see you upset. Words do hurt, he knows all too well, so he’ll show you how loved you are by holding your hand and pulling you into his warm embrace, allowing you to cry on his shoulder—anything for you. Your tears wet his jacket, body shaking as you sob, finally breaking down from days of bullying. He wishes he noticed sooner, but he’s here now and will take care of you.

As soon as school is over for the day, he’ll make certain you’re comfortable and help you unwind in the peace and quiet of your room; tell him what you want and it’s yours, no questions asked. He’ll order your favorite food, which you enjoy while watching a movie, finding solace in one another’s presence. When you smile for the first time that day he’s elated, appreciating how beautiful you are—heart, body, and soul—if anyone deserves happiness, it’s you. His arms encircle your waist, drawing you close, and you kiss his cheek in thanks before resting your head on his chest. The soft touch of your lips renders him speechless, his heart pounding as he breathes in your scent, sweet and heavenly. Once he composes himself, he returns the kiss with fervor, promising to always protect you.

LEVIATHAN

The downside to attending class online is he can’t see you throughout the day. After school he makes sure the two of you have plans, whether it’s playing videos games, watching anime, or simply enjoying each other’s company. He’s devastated when you cancel on him, but more concerned you’re feeling unwell; humans are fragile creatures, and he needs to take care of his Henry. Of course, those self-deprecating thoughts linger at the back of his mind, telling him you cancelled on purpose—who wants to waste their time on a gross otaku like him? However, he collects himself, dismissing them for your sake, and knocks on your bedroom door with trembling hands.

Light cascades from your room into the hall, his eyes widening when they meet yours, your gaze glassy and cheeks stained by your tears. For a moment he wonders if he is to blame, trying to recall everything he said and did since breakfast, to find an answer, only to confuse himself further. Yet you smile at him, anchoring him to reality, and he hates how it fails to reach your eyes. He can’t help enveloping you in his arms, forgetting how to breathe now that you’re so close, and he’s certain his heart is about to break as you begin to sob into his chest, clinging to him in desperation. Your cries hurt him dearly, and he wants to cry himself seeing you upset, but refrains, staying by your side to offer what support he can give.

In the privacy of his room, he’s extra attentive, hesitant but soft touches and worried glances in your direction while he wraps you up in his blankets, even allowing you to hold his Ruri-chan pillow for comfort. The tub is snug with the both of you inside, his face red and burning, though he’s glad you look much happier, safe and warm in his embrace. He puts on a lighthearted anime hoping it’ll lift your spirits further, the laugh that escapes you music to his ears. The episode ends, and you finally tell him the cause of your pain, opening your heart to him, his hold tightening when tears gather in your eyes once again. His insecurities are now forgotten, replaced by a wave of anger that consumes him, and he fights to keep his demonic aura at bay. A lowly demon dares to hurt you? He’ll make them rue the day they decided to torment his player 2. Until then he’ll let you know exactly how special you are, indulging you the rest of the night.

SATAN

Satan is browsing the books in the RAD library when the comfortable silence is unceremoniously shattered, dissolving into chaos in a matter of seconds. Angry shouts reverberate off the walls, forcing their way beneath his skin—warm, uncomfortable, yet addicting—setting him alight. He can feel the intensity of every word, his heart pounding, pulsing in his ears with each syllable, the Avatar of Wrath unable to deny he appreciates the beauty of the heated exchange unfolding before him. Although he considers himself a demon of knowledge, making a name for himself in the Devildom for his intellect and held to high standards, he’s not impervious to his sin. He’s irritated, his concentration lost, but a part of him enjoys the pandemonium, wanting to tempt them further into madness. A scream interrupts his thoughts, a pitiful sound, and his blood runs cold. He knows you, your voice, and to hear you cry out is enough to break his resolve.

A hand firmly closes around your throat, blood welling beneath clawed fingers, as you’re forced into a corner. The panic in your eyes fills him with an uncontrollable rage, and he yearns to rip the heart from the demon who threatens you, the very person he holds dear to his own. Wrath overpowers all rationale, and he doesn’t mind, your life greater than the image he’s meticulously cultivated over centuries. He lunges at the demon without warning, grip bruising as he wrenches them away and drives them into the nearest bookshelf, watching it topple over in a cloud of dust and debris. An eerie hush falls over the library, curious gazes on the fourth born, but he’s indifferent, dragging the wretched creature from the wreckage; a grin spreading across his face at their desperate pleas—they only fuel the fire raging within. However, their life is spared due to Lucifer’s interference; Satan’s sure he’s instilled enough fear in the demon’s mind to last an eternity.

The resulting lecture from Lucifer leaves Satan with a headache. He’s unrepentant, his wrath reduced to an ember, but it still smolders, hot and heavy in his chest. When he enters the House of Lamentation, he finds you waiting to throw your arms around him, and despite his anger, he melts against you, calmed by your presence—so sweet and inviting he could lose himself in your very embrace. You’re his saving grace, and he’ll protect you as fiercely as he loves you, hating to see you scared and vulnerable, especially at the mercy of another. Even now he can see the remnants of fear and taste the salt of your tears as he kisses your cheek, fingers ghosting over the dark bruises on your neck. There’s a twinge of anger, but also dread knowing another hurt you and how quickly they could have taken you from him. The familiar smell of books is soothing, the large stacks scattered about his room bathed in moonlight. You’re curled up in his bed, listening to him read aloud with your head on his shoulder, his free hand stroking idly through your hair. At that moment, you look content, smiling at him, and he can’t help leaning over to capture your lips in a kiss, glad he can bring you comfort during the darkest of nights.

ASMODEUS

After school, Asmodeus sees the exhaustion in your eyes and the lack of color in your face, your natural glow seeming to fade throughout the day. Avoiding his gaze, you wilt in his arms when he pulls you into his embrace, his heart aching with desire when you are resistant to his charms. You don’t look at him in adoration or hug him back as tightly, basking in his beauty and praising him while he kisses your loving smile from your lips. Instead, you stare at the ground, body tensing when he cups your cheek, and although you lean into his touch, tears spring forth, hot beneath his fingertips. He can hardly stomach seeing you so distraught, his darling human, helplessly watching you fall to pieces in front of him.

The halls are silent aside from your sobs as you cry into his shoulder, arms wrapped around his neck while he carries you up the stairs to his room, whispering words of love and comfort in the hope they’ll soothe the pain that bleeds to the very depths of your soul. He’s grateful you allow him to hold and console you, trusting him to care for you in a moment of vulnerability, clinging to him without fear and seeking out all he’s able to offer. Your tears stain his blouse, and his makeup is mussed, yet he pays no mind, rocking and hushing you until you’re unable to shed another, chest heaving with each strangled breath that escapes you. Placing a tender kiss on your forehead, he hums sweetly, angelic voice lulling you to sleep. He watches over you after tucking you into his bed, affectionately stroking your face. For now, you rest your weary head, and once you awake, he’ll figure out what’s troubling his poor human, hoping he can put your mind at ease.

Dinner is your responsibility tonight, but Asmodeus doesn’t dare wake you, stepping in on your behalf. His brothers are well fed, and he makes sure to prepare an extravagant meal for his love, happy to serve you in the comfort of his bed. In fact, he feeds you himself, and you laugh as he cheerily extends a spoonful in your direction, blessing him with your beautiful smile for the first time that day. Beneath the silken sheets, he lays beside you, and you curl around him, glancing at him shyly before thanking him with a light but sweet kiss he savors long after you’ve parted. Yet you still look pained, and he encourages you to confide in him, cradling your head to his chest. Your voice is strained, barely above a whisper, but he hears every word, blinking tears from his own eyes. How long did you endure such harassment at the hands of those demons—on RAD grounds no less—suffering all on your lonesome. He’s appalled, wishing he could have protected you and sad he could not, however, he’ll make it up to you; anyone who hurts you is better off dead anyway. From here on out, he’ll take greater care of his human, keeping you safe in his arms.

BEELZEBUB

Finally, lunchtime! Beelzebub is weighing his options as he makes a beeline for the cafeteria, the rumble of his stomach echoing loudly in the halls. Though all thoughts of food vanish when he turns the corner to find you on the ground, a group of low-level demons looming over your trembling form. They flee the second they notice the Avatar of Gluttony, reeking of fear. He considers following them, goaded by his anger, which rages within, hot and intense, pulling a feral growl from his throat. However, the sound of your cries reaches his ears, a somber melody that brings him to his knees. He kneels beside you, brows knit in concern, and gently wipes your tears away before catching you as you throw yourself into his embrace. The rest of the world no longer matters, only his human while he holds you in the now empty corridor, heart unbearably heavy.

Carefully, he lifts you off the floor into his arms, mindful of his strength as his holds you, your body feeling soft and warm and awfully fragile under his touch. Yet you lean against him, sighing into his shoulder and seeking comfort from him—a large, scary demon, one of the most powerful in the Devildom. He’s glad he’s able to protect you, but there are times he worries you’ll look at him differently, your eyes wide with worry like the demons’ who ran at the mere sight of him. Your gaze is loving, and you snuggle closer, thanking him; he feels a little lighter knowing you’re safe, and that you trust him to take care of you. The palms of your hands are scraped, blood drying to your skin—a reminder of what those demons did to you—and he presses a kiss to your fingers, vowing to teach them a lesson they surely won’t forget.

The emptiness of his stomach is agonizing, a pain that runs deep, but he desperately wants to stay with you, comforting his sweet human who needs him now more than ever. He’ll gladly miss lunch for you, putting you above his sin despite the influence it holds over him, and tending to your injuries. The school day passes by slowly, however, he keeps a watchful eye on you, your smile filling him with a happiness that helps him through the last of his classes. Afterwards, he offers to bring you to your favorite bakery; food always manages to cheer him up, and he thinks you deserve a treat. On the way home with bags of decadent desserts and pastries, he hums, reaching for your hand, which fits so perfectly in his own. Again, you smile at him, and he’s glad he’s found a place by your side, brightening your day and you his.

BELPHEGOR

The Avatar of Sloth awakes from a dreamless sleep, hating how cold and empty his bed feels without you beside him. In a daze, he wanders into the hall—pillow in hand—the thought of holding you tightly against him, soaking up your warmth, tempting him down the stairs. Most nights he finds himself sneaking into your room and slipping into your bed, your body seeking his out in the darkness and welcoming him into your embrace. He’s thankful you’ve allowed him into your heart, Belphegor cherishing the intimacy between you, a love he once considered a mere fantasy. Though he pauses outside your door with bated breath, listening to the melancholy rise and fall of the cries echoing in the corridor—your cries. 

Throwing the door open, he peers into the darkness to find you huddled beneath your blankets, eyes wet with tears as you glance up at him, clearly startled. Adrenaline rushes through his veins, hands shaking, and he swallows against the panic, slightly reassured you’re safe in bed, but the miserable look on your face is more than he can bear. You whisper his name, voice rough and shaky, your pain tangible. The mattress dips beneath him, and he pulls you into his lap, cradling you to him. His gentle gaze sweeps over you—his human who deserves all the love in the three realms—and he kisses your tears away, wishing to free you of your burdens. Sleep can wait. You’re far too precious to him, and he’ll do anything to see you smile again, helping you piece your heart back together even if it takes the rest of the night.

Time is endless with you in his arms, your cries fading into quiet sobs as you lean into his touch, relaxing under the loving caress of his hand on your cheek. You regard him hesitantly, unspoken words on the tip of your tongue, and he’s nothing but encouraging as he kisses your forehead down to the tip of your nose, earning him a small yet beautiful smile that vanishes all too soon. Belphegor is eerily quiet while he listens to you, sad you felt the need to keep this a secret—alone with your worries—angry at himself for not noticing sooner, and livid at the demons who foolishly hurt you, instilling you with such fear you dreaded school each morning; they’ll regret laying a finger on his human, and he knows he’ll enjoy their agonized screams when he gets his hands on them. Until then, he promises to love and protect you, watching over you as you fall into a peaceful sleep at his side.

Tag list: @luminari-mc​ @yukihaie​

[fateshurly]

Come With Me by Chxrlotte is perfect for tntduo: my daily contribution to the fandom

Sung from the perspective of Quackity to Wilbur

On the day heaven tried to take my soul

You came down like in fairytales of old

I said "Open your white wings for me"

And you said "Close your eyes and just believe"

 You're made of darkness and fire, my friend

I think the world may be coming to an end

But when heaven and hell do collide

Know that I'll always be there by your side

 You know I'd follow you through hell and fight off demons as well

You beat your wings and cast a spell, I'll run away with you

 And I said "Hallelujah", running to ya

They won't find us, you and I

Can watch the stars fall from the sky

All clothed in white, my shard of light

Let's go together, we'll be free

The world ends eventually, so come with me

 Take my hand and we'll face the end of time

Let's take a stand against fate's design

I said "I can't bear to see the end"

And you said "Close your eyes and count to ten"

 I knew you'd follow me to hell and fight off angels as well

You beat your wings and cast a spell, I'll run away with you

 And I said "Hallelujah", running to ya

They won't find us, you and I

Can watch the stars fall from the sky

All clothed in white, my shard of light

Let's go together, we'll be free

The world ends eventually, so come with me

 And after six thousand years if the world disappears

I'd fight angels and demons to find you, my dear

I hear heavenly sounds in my head when you're near

I'm alright now you're here

 And I said "Hallelujah", running to ya

We've escaped them, you and I

Can fly away and paint the sky

All clothed in white, my shard of light

Let's go together, now we're free

The world ends eventually, so come with me

[romeoandjulietyouwish]

"Come With Me" by Chxrlotte is the most Perc'ahlia song I've heard in probably ever

wait you're so right though

You know I'd follow you through hell and fight off demons as well You beat your wings and cast a spell I'll run away with you

Take my hand and we'll face the end of time Let's take a stand against fate's design

I'd fight angels and demons to find you my dear I hear heavenly sounds in my head when you're near I'm alright now you're here

Now I'm back in my percahlia feelings again

[luna-the-moth]

Tainted Elysium(SFW)

Hello dear! Ohoho, I love this prompt, you have no idea! I’m so sorry if you wanted this in hc/scenario form, but the story potential for this was just Screaming at me- Also, this follows my hc that the Celestial Realm is corrupt (Pointedly looks at the angel event)

As the request says, there will be a character death.

Word count: 1.7k

Reblogs, likes, and comments are lovely to see!

Satan with a Reincarnated Angel! Reader. SFW! With a GN! reader.

Requests are open, but please read my rules and guidelines before reading!

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How could this happen?

Falling onto his knees, Satan watched, helpless as your limp body sat lifelessly in the pentagram. Your eyes were wide, shock still ever-present on your features, a last reminder of your death.

He brought himself onto his feet, kneeling beside you, tears dripping onto your cold, lifeless skin. Your body was still warm, although your face had been drained of any remaining sign of life, similar to a mannequin.

This isn’t how he planned things to go, no- You were supposed to become immortal through the ritual, not die. Solomon had said this was one of the safest routes to immortality.

Mind spiraling, Satan gripped his head between his hands, trying to grasp any last shreds of his control. He couldn’t lose is composure. No, he had worked too hard to repress himself, he can’t lose it now.

“Perfect, the ritual has been completed and seems to be successful. Now we just need to wait.” Solomon mused smugly, pleased with his work.

Snapping his head to the sorcerer, Satan’s eyes held a sea of emotions. Disbelief, shock, betrayal, and wrath. Pure, unpolished wrath, in it’s rawest, most carnal form.

“Successful? Successful? They just died, and you say the ritual has been successful? You had sworn that they would become immortal, Solomon.”

His facade was crumbling down as he spoke flames of green and black peeking between his form, the demonic form he despised was coming loose. With a roar, his body expanded, clothes being torn to shreds as an equestrian form stood proudly where a demon once stood.

Charging at the sorcerer, Satan’s jaw opened, a maelstrom of green flames bursting from his mouth, swirling in a cyclone of hellish fire. After that, Satan’s mind blacked out, completely losing control over his grief.

All that he could remember, was the body of his lover fading into white butterflies behind the sorcerer, a white glow taking over your body.

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Satan doesn’t remember how long it’s been since you’ve died.

Don’t get him wrong, he isn’t going to be completely hung up in mourning for  your death as long as he lives, but there are times he’ll see pieces of you. Those are the moments the grief will come rushing back.

In certain lines of poetry, ones you had always asked him to read at night.

The cat cafe in the human world, where you would always end up taking dozens of pictures of him, letting him unabashedly show his adoration for the creatures.

But the memory that hurt most of all, was your wit, charm, and intelligence. Smiling, he fondly remembered the way your eyes would gleam when discussing flower symbolism, or demonic history you had learned of in the human world.

You would ramble on for hours, passionate and lively, something Satan greatly admired. You were unapologetically yourself around him, no mask, and no tricks to convince him of otherwise.

Now, he would stop by your gradually crumbling tombstone every year, placing a bouquet of flowers on your grave, along with a bundle of cherry blossoms. They were one of your favorites, and he smiled as he reminisced about your love of the aromatic flora.

However, today was different. Your grave wasn’t there, instead, an angel. Near your gravestone, was an angel, bathed in a heavenly glow, halo shining brightly. Beside the angel, was a young child, a mortal soul, recently deceased.

As the little boy grabbed your hand, Satan’s eyes widened, seeing your face. Nearly dropping the bouquet, he softly placed a hand over his mouth, disbelief and shock clouding his mind.

So this is what Solomon had meant by immortal. You really were immortal, but not in the way he had thought.

Seeing you in silver armor, white cape flowing down your back, it was almost surreal. Your eyes had taken on a white ring, glowing around your irises, brighter than the stars themselves.

Satan hadn’t spent much time in the Celestial Realm, besides the time he had been a part of Lucifer’s subconscious. There had been scriptures in the human world of beautiful, ethereal angels, along with their interpretations of their true forms.

Yet in Satan’s eyes, angels were repulsive creatures. Arrogant, with a twisted sense of justice. Blindingly bright, they were merely demons, masquerading themselves as helpers, and merciful beings. Pathetic excuses for angels.

Seeing his lover become an angel? It made his blood boil. They had taken you, and tainted you. Bleaching you with their morals, molding you into another animatronic being, just another slave to their sick minds

Stepping forward, Satan took a leap of faith to see if you recognized him, and whether or not you would attack him. If there was a shred of you left, even a flicker of memory, there was a chance he could help you see the truth.

However, when within a few steps of approaching, you whirled around, eyes blazing. With a flash of light, you drew out a spear, immediately lunging toward him, blade tilting his chin up.

“Hello Y/n, it’s a pleasure to see you again, my dear.”

Leering, you asked,

“What business do you have with me, Angel of Mercy, wretched demon? Have you come to taint this child? To take him, turning his soul into a meal? Or perhaps, a lessor demon?”

At hearing this statement, the child took on an expression of pure fear, immediately flashing away, the ghostly apparition of his soul disappearing. Perhaps another angel would find him again, or a hungry demon.

With nothing but pure disgust and scorn in your eyes, Satan couldn’t help but bark out a bitter laugh. So this is what they’ve done to you? Modeled you after the archangel Raphael, ever so eloquent and haughty. It’s almost as if the heavens were laughing at him as they had altered you.

Fate really is a cruel mistress, isn’t she? Hasn’t he suffered enough, a demon of Wrath? Cast out even among his own brethren, the only true demon amongst fallen angels.

As you glowered down at him, spear nearly piercing his throat, Satan chuckled. How ironic, that his lover would be reformed into a being that Satan loathed, and one who despised him in return.

Of course not, the heavens would always scorn him, and take whatever they could from him. Twisting them into their vision of perfection, mindless slaves with no free will.

Being reincarnated to an angel of mercy as well, added insult to the injury. Your gaze was hardened in a burning hatred. To you, he was nothing but a mere demon, a being of sin, who deserves to be cast out as scum.

Shock evident across your face, your eyes flashed in suspicion as Satan didn’t show signs of hostility, nor wanting to retaliate. But demons were known to be charming and deceptive, especially the Avatars.

Looking at you with mournful, tired eyes, Satan had nearly given up on bringing you back. And now, you were here in front of him. Yet you didn’t even remember his name. A sad smile making it’s way across his features, he couldn’t help but think.

After all he’s done for himself, and to distance himself from his sin; Fate still frowned on him. Born from wrath, forever seen as an uncontrollable beast, no matter how he painted himself, he would always be struck down, time and time again.

You couldn’t help but feel an odd familiarity within those forest green eyes, and carefully lowered your spear, suspicion morphing into curiosity. Why had that name sounded so familiar?

How could a demon be anything other than the vile creatures told about in the Celestial Realm, filthy and deceptive?

However, you had assumed it was him influencing your mind, when in reality, it was quite different. With a burst of light, the spear disappeared from sight, although you were still in a cautious stance, ready to summon it again.

Deciding to make a leap of faith, Satan carefully presented you the bouquet of flowers he had brought with him. Presenting them to you in a non-threatening manner, lest you point your spear at him again.

This year’s bouquet was different; a new arrangement, one that conveyed his yearning, love, and heartbreak. You had loved Victorian flower symbolism, so he saw these as apt choices for flowers. These flowers consisted of:

Pink camellias (Longing for you), red carnations (Alas for my poor heart, my heart aches), pink carnations (I’ll never forget you), red chrysanthemums (I love you),  columbines (Foolishness, folly), gladiolus (Remembrance), and hydrangeas (Gratitude for being understood; frigidity and heartlessness). Accepting these wouldn’t mean you would automatically fall in love again. Hell, you didn’t even have to be friends at the end of the day. Did he expect you to take it and eventually change your mind? No.

But perhaps if you saw the darker side of things, you would have a different perspective on demons and angels. What Satan wanted, was for you to see the truth. The truth about who you were before, and what’s happened to you.

Taking a step back, you stiffen. Unconsciously clenching your hands, swarms of doubt cloud your mind. Was this some sort of trick? Perhaps a plan to sweep you away, an attempt to seduce you?

However, looking at his eyes, you couldn’t deny the genuine tenderness those emerald orbs shone. Your instincts and thoughts clashed against one another, and time seemed to freeze, the two of you stuck in an eternal will-they-won’t-they.

Throughout your exchange with the Avatar, you had been wondering why a demon of his rank would care so much for a human, and felt an odd curiosity about him.

It didn’t make sense, as the dead human’s soul would be in the Devildom or Celestial Realm by now. Why would he bother visiting a soulless grave, with no benefits to reap?

In a decision made of curiosity and unknown futures, you let out a shaky breath. Extending a trembling hand, you gently wrapped your fingers around the bouquet; Quickly bringing it to your chest as your finger brushed Satan’s.

No fireworks appeared, nor did you kiss under the light of day. You didn’t fully believe Satan, and the demon in question was still in shock, finding out about your existence. Your prejudices weren’t magically wiped away; Neither was Satan’s grief.

But it was a start.

[gemennair]

And after six thousand years if the world disappears, I’d fight angels and demons to find you my dear,  I hear heavenly sounds in my head when you’re near I’m alright now you’re here And I said, Hallelujah, running to you, We’ve escaped them, you and I can fly away and paint the sky All clothed in white, my shard of light Let’s go together, now we’re free The world ends eventually, so come with me.

Come With Me by Chxrlotte requested by @badmotherflanner Tags: @aardvark-crowley​ | @murdered-by-fandoms​ | @gattonero17​ | @softelesbian

When I heard this song, it seems like a perfect way to end all the requests on, especially since it’s written exclusively for GO, so thank you so much for telling me about it; I absolutely fell in love with it. So here it is, a marriage proposal, or more like everyone watches while they both screw it up, but it’s the thought that counts, eh? I’d like to imagine Crowley asked for help from The Them while Aziraphale asked for help from Anathema, Newt, Shadwell and Madam Tracy (Cause they need all the help they can get) so that’s why they looked the most disappointed at the screw up. Everyone else just came in uninvited. 

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[maxthegayplantartist]

On the day heaven tried to take my soul

You came down like in fairytales of old

I said open your white wings for me

And you said close your eyes and just believe

You're made of darkness and fire my friend

I think the world may be coming to an end

But when heaven and hell do collide

Know that I'll always be there by your side

You know I'd follow you through hell and fight off demons as well

You beat your wings and cast a spell I'll run away with you

And I said

Hallelujah, running to you

They won't find us, you and I can watch the stars fall from the sky

All clothed in white, my shard of light

Let's go together, we'll be free

The world ends eventually, so come with me

Take my hand and we'll face the end of time

Let's take a stand against fate's design

I said I can't bear to see the end

And you said close your eyes and count to ten

I knew you'd follow me to hell and fight off angels as well

You beat your wings and cast a spell, I'll run away with you

And I said

Hallelujah, running to you

They won't find us, you and I can watch the stars fall from the sky

All clothed in white, my shard of light

Let's go together, we'll be free

The world ends eventually, so come with me

And after six thousand years if the world disappears

I'd fight angels and demons to find you my dear

I hear heavenly sounds in my head when you're near

I'm alright now you're here

And I said

Hallelujah, running to you

We've escaped them, you and I can fly away and paint the sky

All clothed in white, my shard of light

Let's go together, now we're free

The world ends eventually, so come with me

this is officially our song

no take backs

[iamthatmf-donttestme]

WAS ANY OF IT TRUE ???

(wrath and emilia had an argument earlier and the argument is getting them nowhere but neither of them will let it go and would say the other person is right but with a✨twist ✨ at the end

P.S:I WOULDN'T EXACTLY CALL IT A TWIST BUT....HERE YOU GO )

He smirks ..the audacity this demon has !!

"Hush witch you're making a scene out of nothing"

"ok listen demon none of this would be a problem and i wouldn't be yelling if u just say that u are wrong and apologise ".

One of his brows arched perfectly ,tilting his head slightly he said"Hmm ,i don't remember starting this conversa-argument which u are clearly trying to have one with me out of spite"

I scoffed "Out of spite .Curse my already cursed life .You ,demon, very well know that we would not be having this argument if it weren't for you".

"Me??? Im the reason for you wasting my time ???"

"Oh miei dei ...wasting your time !!!Do you think that it is ideal for me that I wanted to waste my time with YOU instead of finding my sister's murderer who might be out there while trying to stay alive in a demon realm- THE HELL ..."my voice trailed off .

I didn't take note of when he started to move towards me with something in his eyes something that i could not decipher his gaze held something so pure ..but with the wicked you can never be sure so i knew i want going to let him off the hook this easily .Hesitantly i spoke ".......for all i know me wasting your time will only save another girl's soul if you've made a similar deal with any one of your brothers like u did with PRIDE "but my words came out in a broken tone .

For all the times i thought that Wrath was the only person i could be with amidst all the folly in life ,the one who ran me a bath with my favourite flowers after LUST broke me even though it was for his own gain but still he was there wasn't he and i still don't know why he did what he did when he knew how much I -

I was pulled away from my thoughts when a pair of big,warm palms covered both of my wrists placing them on his chest ;I can feel his heart pounding against his chest like rain on the windows on those stormy days in SEA AND VINE ;the thought of home bringing more tears .But it incited more anger in me and i knew that it wasn't his doing .I don't know how mama,nonna,papa are doing where they are,and if they're safe . And WRATH reminding me a lot of home .....I've always known that home was not a place but a feeling and he was giving me that ..the wicked !!!the malgavi!!! i should be scared of him shouldn't i?? i shouldn't feel this way ;hes a demon he will make a fool out of me the second he wants to get something from me like a heartless creature like those girls like Vittoria and I still haven't found the murderer but here i am feeling home ,feeling safe in the presence of the demon that broke my trust but i cant help it neither can i stop feeling guilty ...I-

"Do you think it's was easy for my ..is easy for me Emilia ?.." he said ,his words putting a stop to the chaos in my head but at the same time i couldn't help but wonder what he meant so i asked him .

"Breaking your trust ,putting you in a situation where u had to push me away ,being so close to you yet so far from you ???Do u think i want this ??ANY OF THIS ??"

"What do you want then ??"I questioned him.

"YOU .You being near me ,your warmth ,you beautiful smell surrounding me ,your lips saying my name .ANYTHING .I would give anything to have that .Before i made this absurd deal i didn't know how much of a big part you would become of me .But trust me EMILIA i cannot back down from this deal even if i wanted to ...But i will get you out of this ..just trust me ...I will come and get you when the time is right and help you attain you goal until then I pity PRIDE and his servants "he said ."You don't need me protection to tackle the wicked if you just think about their strategy and your reaction as strategy to theirs.Just think rationally ."

"But u promising me that u will get me out of here without being hurt by your brothers is thinking irrationally ,Wrath and that isn't like you- THE DEMON PRINCE OF WAR"

"The thing is ,my dear witchy EMILIA,I cant seem to think rationally when it comes to you which is I know very unlikely me .Do you really want to go back to ITALY ,the human realm .....would you go if you had a chance ???"he asked .

The promises he made the words that came out of his mouth the truth his heavenly beautiful golden eyes reflected ...I couldn't think properly and I started to feel dizzy as his words started echoing through my ears making my heart pound .He was the same WRATH the one who saved me that night in front of me .My fingers caressed his chest right where his heart was pounding underneath my touch .

But before i could say anything i saw a reflection on his golden eyes a figure standing still behind a column without knowing that actual meaning of spying and i couldn't risk it so i said,

"Yes i would but there is no other way not a chance for me to do that so don't waste your precious time on me while you could be cursing the world with your presence". I spat and yanked my hands off from his wrists that held mine over his chest .And after hearing those words he looked ....proud??T he figure seemed to have moved away and Wrath looked restless and i turned to look who that was but Wrath moved forward only to see that there was no one there .

"Congratulations, witch. You are using that small brain of yours I see and you can thank me any time for being that great of a teacher "he said proudly.

"Wrath ,was any of it true ...any one of the words you said to me ...was it true ..or .....??"i trailed off

He opened and closed his mouth .And he closed his eyes and took a deep breath as if choosing his words carefully ,he said,in a vulnerable tone "You will know when the time is right witch ."

"Think rationally wrath .If making promises that you cannot fulfill is your strategy then it is predictable like the sun rising every morning "

Just before he could say anything his brother ,my betrothed,PRIDE's trusted messenger made a dramatic entrance .

WRATH bent down to my ear and whispered "Silly witch ,I don't make promises I cant keep ."I scoffed at that.

"You will see that in the future .....u adorning a throne that doesn't belong to anyone of my brothers and another teacher's tip all your moves are being watched just like we were being ALMOST the entire time " he whispered only for me to hear . ALMOST the entire time what was that supposed to mean ???Before i could ask him about it a large palm rested on my back and i looked to see PRIDE glaring at his brother and WRATH glaring back at him but stopped once he noticed i was watching him and changed his gaze into his signature cold one .

"Prince WRATH spending your time with OUR QUEEN . "PRIDE'S messenger said.

"She maybe BETROTHED to your KING but she is still a member of my house and i always make sure what's mine stays protected"WRATH shrugged.

"Oh Your highness don't you worry she will be protected ...BY YOUR BROTHER "

"Oh for the sake of the goddesses stop it .I don't need any protection from anyone of you .If you two doltish demons think that I need protection remember that I summoned a demon prince on my own and have powers of my own .And if someone needs anyone here keep in mind that you BOTH need me ".

At the sound of my voice ringing through the place PRIDE'S messenger turned completely facing me and WRATH gave me a subtle nod when i made my point .

"It is my order and my honour to keep you safe my queen ."with that pride's messenger moved towards me and held his hand out as a gesture saying after you started walking me down the corridor ,taking me wherever his destination was .I took smaller steps so i could be in the presence of the devil i knew than the one i didnt.

But i couldn't help but wonder if anything ANYTHING wrath said were true .If we were being watched almost throughout our moment and wrath does not make promises he cant keep then when did the spy start spying on us .

I turned to look back at wrath only to see him glaring at messenger knowingly .And the messenger smirked at me .

"Oh don't fuss , my .It was me .All me .You see the KING had a feeling WRATH might be turn you into a weapon of his ,destroying US from the inside turns out and he was right "he gloated ." Prince Wrath calling you by your first name as if he had done than before and will ever consider calling you that let alone calling you with endearments."

I wanted to laugh soo badly at that .He did call me EMILIA by my name in front of fratello Antonio .MY EMILIA he said .Heat rushed to cheeks at that memory.But i did not say anything and continued to played along.

"How long were you there ?" I asked .

"Oh right when he called DEAR WITCHY EMILIA and I knew you had your limpidity intact when you turned him down .Our brilliant Queen ". He said .His words were like a splash of cold water to my face ,i did not have my sanity intact when wrath said that .

"when did u leave and make your appearance again ??" i asked

"Oh i left the second you turned him down ,to go to our KING and tell that his brother thought that he could trick you and came back when i did ".He answered .The thing about the messenger was that he once said he wouldn't lie to if not necessary(i.e if pride approved and that is the necessity-his king's approval) and i was sure that he wasn't lying about this because he thought he won he thought he knew all that happened,his pride at its peak.

But the important thing is that if i had to choose between wrath or pride it will be wrath because devil you know than the devil you dont .And I knew that if I had a way to survive in hell it is to play with pride while still feeling wrath's presence .

When i looked back again at wrath who leaned against a column just few steps away , i only saw the wickedly ,sickening,cunningly beautiful smirk adorning his face like the messenger has just thought what he wanted him to think .

And when he saw me he only gave me an angelic smile making my heart race .

He mouthed 'sono fiero di te' (I'm proud of you ).It was as if him and i had an understanding without words to convey them and i knew that if i am to survive in hell i should be cunning like the rest like weighing in on wrath's impromptu plan to save myself tonight and my freedom which i must have in order to bring justice to the murders of those innocent girls .

AND IM SOO SORRY THAT MY FIRST FIC IS THIS LOONNGG I WAS JUST IN THE MOMENT IG BUT FEEL FREE TO TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL ABOUT THIS ONE .

i m not soo sure about my writing might take it down later ig but imma post it anyways soo plz dont be mean.

[lunarowena]

And spill the Scarlet Rain

For @badthingshappenbingo​

Pathfinder: Wrath of the Righteous, Blood from the Mouth

Content warnings: blood, harm to children

Also on AO3

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Long, piercing shrieks filled the air.

As Knight Commander of the Fifth Crusade against the Worldwound, Lorraine Summerglen had, by this point, plenty of experience fighting demons and their cultists. She just usually preferred when it was her seeking them out, rather than being ambushed in the middle of the night.

Sleepily pushing her auburn hair out of her eyes, in the light shed by her angelic halo Lorraine could see the dark outlines of spindly figures descending upon the camp. Seelah rolled out of her bedroll in a chain shirt, grasping onto her sword from where she kept it by her side. Woljif cast a light spell on Seelah as he fumbled for his daggers and the camp came into view.

Babau demons and, if Lorraine’s eyes weren’t playing tricks on her in the dark—curse standard halfling vision—cultist archers in the shadows. And now they were perfectly illuminated sitting ducks.

A babau tripped over Daeran as he still only sat up, blinking, from his bedroll. Lorraine rushed over, dodging its longspear, and met it with a roundhouse kick to the face. Woljif appeared behind it, knifing it in the back. It twitched as it fell to the ground. Daeran scrambled up now away from the dead body, demonic blood flecked on his golden face.

“Behind you, Chief.” Woljif barely got out the warning before another spear grazed Lorraine’s side. She spun around to deliver a blow to the demon’s knee, sending it to the ground. Woljif closed the distance and stuck a dagger into its neck.

Across the camp, Seelah was fending off three babau at once, arrows from the concealed archers plinking off her shield. Behind her, Lann gazed into the darkness with concentration, firing steady shots at the cultists. Lorraine knocked an arrow out of the air as it flew toward her own face. Ember, where was Ember?

“I don’t want to hurt you!” the young girl cried out and an arc of fire bounced between the babaus fighting Seelah, incinerating them.

Seelah leaned back from the flame, eyebrows raised. “Remind me to never be around when you actually want to hurt someone, Ember.”

“I never want to hurt people,” the elven girl protested.

Lorraine glanced over at Daeran, who was still sitting on the ground. “Are you planning on helping?”

He waved a hand. “You all seem to have this under control. Come see me after when you need healing.”

Lorraine just looked at him with the best judgmental face she could manage.

Daeran sighed. “Or I could find a crossbow.”

Lorraine tilted her head to the side, raising an eyebrow.

“Fine.” Daeran muttered a spell, sending a protective field over the party. “Are you happy now?”

“More so. Now find that crossbow.”

“Right. Because that’s as effective as you punching demons in the stomach. Now be a dear and continue to do that, because there are more coming.”

More babaus streamed into the camp. At the head of the pack a nabasu demon swooped in from out of the sky, its bat-like wings folding against its back as it landed. Three arrows pounded into it. It roared, turning its gaze toward Lann.

Desperate to grab its attention, Lorraine fired a ray of heavenly light into the nabasu. It swiveled its head around and rushed toward her. There was no time to dodge. Lorraine crossed her arms in front of her face as she braced for its charge. It rammed into her, knocking her head back. Her jaw clamped on her tongue. Spitting out a glob of blood, Lorraine felt herself tense as the nabasu tried to drain her life force. Gritting her teeth, she sent a flurry of punches into it.

From the other side of camp, Seelah chopped her way through the babau toward the nabasu, blocking spear thrusts. The nabasu tried to claw and bite Lorraine, but she weaved back and forth, dodging its attacks before sending another round of punches into it. The skin on her knuckles scraped over its rough hide causing drops of blood to fall from her fingers as well.

“You, uh, got that, Chief? I can wait over here.”

Lorraine did a spinning kick to be able to glare at the tiefling rogue. “Woljif, I thought you were better than Daeran.” Blood dribbled onto her chin.

“I didn’t think I was better than nobody, Chief, but that’s not a high bar you’re giving me.” Woljif sprinted up and stabbed the nabasu in the wing.

“I’m standing right here,” Daeran protested.

“I did notice the ‘just standing’ part,” Lorraine snapped.

Seelah finally made it to the nabasu, a pile of babaus in her wake, and prayed to Iomedae as she called down a smite.

“I’m trying to commit this scene to memory. Maybe I’ll get Sosiel to paint it. The valiant Commander, fighting off a demon three times her size with her bare hands with no thought to her injuries,” Daeran said languidly.

Lorraine made sure to spit out her next mouthful of blood in his general direction, but it merely fell into the dirt.

Seelah struck from behind the nabasu with her longsword, cutting straight through its neck and sending the severed head flying into the darkness. The nabasu crumpled.

Silence fell over the camp.

“Is that all of them?” asked Lorraine.

“If there were any more cultists, they’ve fled,” answered Lann.

Lorraine nodded. “Everyone alright?”

A round of affirmatives went around the group. Lorraine could hear Ember starting to cast a healing spell.

“I think the question is are you alright, dear Commander? Unless you think the blood on your chin brings out your eyes,” said Daeran.

Swirling the metallic taste in her mouth, Lorraine spat out more blood. “I’m not dying, I just bit my tongue.”

“So you don’t want healing, then?” Daeran smirked at her.

“You do know I have my own healing abilities now.” While technically true, it would be a better use of resources for Daeran to cast a mild healing spell into her. But something about the man brought out the petty side Lorraine thought her monastic training had smothered.

“Now that you’ve been touched by angels, yes of course. But if I’m not mistaken, that’s your same ability you use to explode demons, and that seems slightly more valuable than healing a bitten tongue.”

Off to the side, Seelah was patching up her own injuries and Ember continued to cast healing spells.

“Daeran, since you so desperately want to heal me, how can I say no?” Lorraine smiled sweetly at him, which she figured was probably marred by the blood running out of her mouth.

Daeran opened his mouth to retort, then sighed. He walked over and knelt down in front of her. “Now don’t bleed on me, this is silk.”

“That’s what you can think of?”

“We’ve already determined no one’s actively dying.” He cast the incantation and touched her jaw.

Lorraine could feel her tongue forming itself back together and the scrapes on her knuckles smoothing over. “Thank you, Daeran.”

He waved a hand. “Say nothing of it. Now I highly suggest washing.”

From across the camp, Ember coughed and cast another healing spell. Lorraine twisted around to see a dribble of blood fall out of the corner of Ember’s mouth as Ember’s small healing spell closed up a wound in her chest.

“Ember!” Lorraine rushed over to the girl’s side as Ember fell to her knees, coughing.

“I don’t have… strong enough healing spells.” Ember coughed again, more red droplets falling from her lips. “I’m sorry.”

“No, I’m sorry, honey. I didn’t notice that you were hurt.” Lorraine tried to hold down her panic as she touched Ember and let the heavenly power she could access flow into the girl. Ember still continued coughing.

“My lungs hurt. They hurt less now, though.” Ember tried to smile at Lorraine, wincing.

“Just sit still, Ember. We’ll have you fine soon enough.” Lorraine looked up to see Daeran kneeling next to her by Ember’s side. He started casting, his hard on Ember’s shoulder as he poured magic into her.

Seelah rushed over and laid her hand on Ember’s other shoulder, also pouring healing magic into the girl. Lorraine watched, feeling mostly useless as Ember’s breathing became more and more regular.

After what seemed like forever, Ember smiled up at Seelah and Daeran. “Thank you.” She turned to Daeran. “See? You’re not as bad of a person as you think you are.”

Daeran brushed her off. “I assure you, my dear Ember, than I am entirely as a conceited and self-centered person as I appear to be.”

“No, you’re not. You heal us. You care for us. You’re afraid that we might care for you.” Ember smiled at Daeran in her detached way.

Daeran stood up, brushing off his knees. “If it helps you sleep at night. Speaking of sleeping, I suggest we get back to it. It’s what people usually do at night, yes?”

“Ah, yes. Let’s just go back to sleep surrounded by demon bodies. That sounds charming. Really sets the mood for sweet dreams,” said Lann.

Lorraine stood up. “We should probably move. We made a lot of noise, more might come investigate. Ember, are you doing alright?”

“I’m doing much better now!” the girl said brightly, apparently unaffected once again by her latest brush with death.

“Right, let’s pack up and hike for a bit.” Lorraine cut off Daeran’s protest. “And then you can sleep for as long as you want, Daeran. You’ve earned it.”

[lloydfrontera]

Just wanted to share this song (Come With Me by Chxrlotte) that has Lloyjavi vibes (especially in light of what happens later in the novel)

Also given the artist's name, imagine Charlotte in universe writing about how "good friends" her dad and his knight are

abso-fucking-lutely crying at the idea of adult charlotte thinking back to her childhood memories of her father and his very good friend and going "wait a second" 😭

i don't know what's funnier. if she figures it out by herself. or if she's innocently recounting old memories to a friend only for them to go "sorry what did you say your dad and his knight did every night 👁👄👁" "they went to uncle javier's room so dad could sing him a lullaby and sometimes dad had to stay the night to help him fall asleep😊🤗" "..." "what? what is it? why are you making that face?" "... are you in the right headspace to receive information that could possibly hurt you?"

i'm sorry i went completely off track this is just so funny to me akjsddasjds

the song itself is beautiful and so goddamn appropriate oh my god this is literally them i'm gonna throw up

But when heaven and hell do collide Know that I'll always be there by your side [...] You know I'd follow you through hell and fight off demons, as well [...] Take my hand and we'll face the end of time Let's take a stand against fate's design I said, "I can't bear to see the end" And you said, "Close your eyes and count to ten" [...] I knew you'd follow me to hell and fight off angels, as well [...] And after six thousand years, if the world disappears I'd fight angels and demons to find you, my dear I hear heavenly sounds in my head when you're near I'm alright now you're here

like??? i'm sorry can i fucking help you??? hi?? hello?????? this couldn't be more about them if it fucking tried oh god

this is literally all i'm gonna be listening to for the next week jesus fucking christ why did you do this to me i'm never gonna be normal again o(TヘTo)

definitely going to the playlist thank you so much!!

[hasquetzorkukudoneanythingwrong]

Starter of Wars

(Warning, contains graphic material)

It was over, the Lion king had been defeated by Hokusai. After a long and hard fought battle, the culmination of so many fights throughout Dazzling Vegas, it looked to be over.

Hokusai: I-I I did it! I beat the Lion king! Hahahaha! I am the greatest swimsuit swordmaster!

Buntoria: that is right, Hokusai. You're the victor! I commend you for your efforts!

Mari: great! Now where's the Grail?

Buntoria: hmmm?

Hokusai: yeah! Where's the holy grail? The one you used to make Dazzling Vegas in the first place?

Buntoria: uh.... there seems to be a misunderstanding.... while I did create Dazzling Vegas there was no holy grail involved.....

Ed: huh?! So.... there's no grail?

???: now I wouldn't say that.

And nearby was the mysterious man of mystery..... Merlin.

Ed: oh hey Merlin

Mari: do you have the grail?

Merlin: I have to say, I'm a bit disappointed by that response you two.

Rex: we've already told them about you man, they're not gonna be shocked or anything.

Merlin: *sigh* you just had to ruin my fun, huh?

Quetz: si, now get it over with!

Merlin: well if you're going to spoil so much, where's the one responsible for all this?

Musashi: .....hey

Mari: huh?! Musashi? Where have you been?

Musashi: hey! How'd you know who I really was?

Ed: you can't trick us with that Iori stuff... it was painfully obvious.

Hokusai: wait?! Iori was Musashi the whole time?! Also where have you been?!

Musashi: master actually said I can sit this out, wanted this to be about the kiddos and such. But I had to come back for this part.... since I'm pretty vital to it all....

Rex: yup!

Mari: so what's what's deal?

Musashi: the long and short of it is that I had gotten lost in this desert and had basically nothing in the way of survival other then a few rations that I had no way to cook. Then I found a holy grail and decided to use it to make Udon and..... it seemed to not be super compatible with my Buddhist lifestyle and it split my skill with the sword out of me, rendering me a berserker and creating a heavenly demon from the skill I lost. I then asked Merlin to help create a way to contain it until I can find a Saber class servant strong enough to help defeat her!

Merlin: that's when I suggested to our dear Lion king to create this Dazzling Vegas!

Ed: so this was you making up for a big mistake you made?

Musashi: pretty much......

And as they talked, Dazzling Vegas started to fade and revert back to the desert that was originally in it's place.

Mari: oh wow.... it's going away.

Musashi: here she comes.....

As the singularity fades, eventually a presence is felt by everyone around and the heavenly demon is seen.

Ed: it looks like Musashi

Mari: ....what the fuck is that outfit?!

Musashi: hey! What's wrong with it?!

Mari: what's right with it?!

Rex: it's not great.... let's be honest.

Musashi: hey!

Quetz: you're lil cowgirl getup is much nicer!

Musashi: well that's good to hear atleast.

Hokusai: this presence.... there's no doubt she's powerful.... I dunno if I can take her....

???: WELL GOOD THING YOU DON'T NEED TO FIND OUT!

Then out of nowhere, a figure appears behind the demon and proceeds to seemingly kill them! Some kind of weapon is seen sticking through the demon's chest.

Musashi: what?!

Rex: fuck

Quetz: oh no....

The demon fades, and it's essence is seen being absorbed into the being, granting them the power of the grail as they stand there, Macuahuitl in hand.

Mari: who the hell......

???: ah! You two must be the ones I am meant to kill! You may call me Itzcaque! I am your doom.

The being was dressed in a Jaguar skin, with coal black skin and menacing yellow eyes.

Ed: mamá who's that.....?

Quetz: an underling of that bastard, Tezcalipoca.

Itzcaque: hahaha! Si! Big man wants me to kill eso pinches niños! The stupid shark and bat couldn't, so it's my turn now!

Buntoria: do you really think I'll just allow you to attack them like that? Because if so, you've got another thing coming!

Hokusai: yeah! We ain't letting you touch masters!

Itzcaque: it's cute how you think you can do anything about it!

The two servants attempt to attack the god, only for them to send them flying back with a single strike of their weapon!

Buntoria: ugh! They're too powerful!

Hokusai: I would've preferred the heavenly demon!

Itzcaque glowed with the grail's power, before speeding towards one of the kids

Itzcaque: you're dead!

Boom!

When the dust settles, Itzcaque's weapon is not piercing one of the kids, but is being blocked by an icy shard instead.

Rex: STAY THE HELL AWAY FROM MY CHILDREN!!!

Itzcaque: que!?!

The other deity leaps back in confusion. Rex's hand is seen covered in icy shards and gave off a chilling air about it.

Itzcaque: wait! You were capable of that!? This whole time?!

Rex: yeah, now get lost or die!

The ice on Rex's hand melts off and turns into a rocky lava filled hand instead.

Musashi: uh.... Quetz, not gonna help out?

Quetz: not this time, it's rare for mi amor to get like this and it can be a bit exciting.

Musashi: wait.... you're not getting of-

Quetz: shhh!

Itzcaque: this changes nothing! Just one more bastard in my way!

Rex: we'll see about that!

Rex's eyes glow a dark red, as he bursts forward towards the god, while Itzcaque matches his speed to attack!

The jaguar swings his weapon at Rex, who manages to block it with his hand, and then slices at his side with the other hand and the ice shards coming out of it.

Itzcaque: verga!

He pulls his weapon away and manages to strike Rex's face, drawing some blood.

Rex: bastard!

Mari: papá!

Itzcaque: hahaha!

Rex has had enough, the ice hand turns to magma as he delivers a burning uppercut and simultaneously turns the lava hand to ice and slices the god's armed hand clean off.

Itzcaque is sent flying back from the burning uppercut. They barely manage to recover from the attack, but are now unarmed!

Itzcaque: you're stronger the I would've thought! But for Tezcalipoca you will die!

One last time, the god launches towards Rex.

CHOMP!

Rex is seen swallowing what he had eaten, with the blood still dripping from his maw before turning back to a normal head. He wipes some of the blood off of his face before looking back at everyone else awkwardly.

The air is filled with the sound of bones being crunched by powerful and monstrous jaws, and the odd pungent smell of what is assumed to be blood, a lot of said substance is seen splashing the place as the crunch happened. The lower body of the deity is seen hitting the ground, with the odd gold substance making a large splash as it hits the ground. Everyone is taken a back by the sight before them, as they see that Rex's head had transformed into a monstrous reptilian form to perform the attack and eat the god. Rex's face is covered in the godly blood after performing the attack on the deity who attacked his children.

Rex: ....sorry you had to see me do that.

Quetz: it's ok, mi amor. The circumstances kind of called for something like that.

A/N: pretty much the finale of the Vegas story. I will post an epilogue later on, but for now this story's closed up! Hope you enjoyed it, sorry to those who may have gotten uncomfortable from the graphic descriptions at the end.

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@havetheavengersdoneanythingwrong @hasbbdoneanythingwrong @haskamadoneanythingwrong @hasspartacusdoneanythingwrong @hasjalterdoneanythingwrong

[pengiesama]

A Ring for a Ring, a Sweet for the Sweet (Fic, TGCF, HC/XL)

Title: A Ring for a Ring, a Sweet for the Sweet Series: Heavenly Official’s Blessing (Tian Guan Ci Fu) Pairing: Hua Cheng/Xie Lian

Summary:

Just as Hua Cheng once gave him a ring to pledge him his life, Xie Lian gives Hua Cheng a ring to pledge him his hole.

Link: AO3

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Xie Lian was going into this birthday prepared. He had a plan in his head, a wish in his heart, and many thoughts cursing his dick.

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This plan, this wish, this curse; it all started one fateful morning about a month ago. You see, the married life came with innumerable pleasures, and one of these was the comfort of a regular morning routine. Summarized, and truncated for length, it went a little like this:

 Step 1: Wake up.

Step 2, Scenario A: San Lang pretending to be asleep, and refusing to break character until Xie Lian provided anywhere between seven to ten morning kisses.

Step 2, Scenario B: San Lang already awake, and distributing morning kisses to Xie Lian’s lips, neck, cock, and other such body parts that would benefit from the application of his tongue.

Step 3: The irrepressible cosmic consequence of either scenario outlined above.

Step 4, Scenario A: San Lang big spoon.

Step 4, Scenario B: Xie Lian big spoon.

Step 5: Helping each other wash, dress, and get ready for the day.

 With Step 1 through Step 4, Scenario B completed, Xie Lian was helping his husband get ready before he had to scurry off to do a few errands. Check on the vegetable garden at the shrine, draw up a few new charms, pop over to the village’s market to see if there were any deals on, put an end to the demon who’d taken up residence in the hills two towns over and who was demanding maiden sacrifices…Xie Lian of course would answer the cries of those in need, but he did wonder, at times, why people were calling upon the God of Scrap-Collecting to slay evil (or at least rough up evil, followed by a stern talking-to). Shouldn’t they be calling upon him for blessings in happening upon excellent and thrifty finds? Ah, well. Always in service of the people.

The lacquered black comb sank thickly into Hua Cheng’s hair, and slid through like a ship through water. Silver chimed with the motions of Xie Lian’s arm. Lately, he’d taken to warming up Hua Cheng’s silver accessories before helping his husband put them on…underneath his sleeping robe, against his bare skin, he was currently sporting one of Hua Cheng’s heavy necklaces and silver belts. Xie Lian never liked the initial cold shock of jewelry against his skin when he was young; brief as the feeling was before his body heat warmed the metal, it was a petty annoyance he always dreaded each morning while still cranky and disoriented from sleep. His poor San Lang had no such respite, with his body’s ghostly chill. Thus, Xie Lian wanted to save his husband such an unpleasantness before a long day of managing his city.

There was, of course, the minor matter that Hua Cheng tended to wear quite a lot of accessories. (And he seemed to only be expanding this tendency after Xie Lian took up the warming habit.) After the necklace and belt were taken care of, he still needed to warm up the bracelets and rings (unthinkable to wear those while tending to San Lang’s beautiful hair), then the earrings and hair accessories, and then the vambraces; these were tricky, and required one-on-one attention. The silver butterflies nesting within the vambraces got excited very easily when Xie Lian touched their home, and if he wasn’t careful, he’d have an armful of butterflies and no vambrace to warm up.

Xie Lian could very easily spend the whole day at this, though his schedule didn’t allow it. Distracted by the movement of the comb through Hua Cheng’s hair, distracted by the low sounds of pleasure Hua Cheng made when Xie Lian absently ran his fingers through the strands, Xie Lian reached out to fumble for one of the many nearby jewelry boxes. Rings, San Lang did need rings to wear with his choice of ensemble today…

Xie Lian’s questing hand came back with a ring; that it was a ring was no question. But…Xie Lian’s brow furrowed as he examined it, turning it this way and that, the silver glinting in the bedroom light. Beautiful, with delicate engravings of blooming flowers across its surface, the quality silver thick and heavy in his palm. But this ring was much too large for his San Lang’s elegant, slender fingers, was it not? Though Xie Lian’s hands were smaller, they weren’t that much smaller, and he could fit both his thumbs inside it easily…

“Gege,” Hua Cheng purred, allowing his hair to fall over his shoulder in an alluring and altogether deliberate manner. “Did you find something you’d particularly like to see me in today?”

Hua Cheng’s gaze fell on the ring that Xie Lian was examining, and his confident, sly expression dropped all at once. His hand twitched, then fisted in his robes; as if he wanted to snatch away the ring but didn’t dare do so. Xie Lian blinked, confused.

“Is this a ring that San Lang wears while in a different skin?” Xie Lian asked. “It’s lovely, but seems much too big for San Lang’s…fing…er…”

Xie Lian trailed off, and the truth of the matter took root in his mind as his cheeks began to burn with a familiar heat. And oh, did those roots find eager and fertile soil.

Now, Xie Lian was inexperienced in bedroom matters, this much was true. But he was not stupid, and he also knew what his husband’s dick looked like at this point. This ring was indeed too large for Hua Cheng’s slender and elegant fingers. But it was just the right size to fit around the base of Hua Cheng’s thick, heavy cock.

“Your Highness,” Hua Cheng croaked. “This one apologizes for leaving such an item in—”

“This is a cock ring,” Xie Lian murmured, as if in a trance state, approaching a level of enlightenment not yet seen.

Hua Cheng’s physical form briefly flickered; hearing His Highness say such words so bluntly, with such an irresistibly flushed face, was very much like being struck by a divine force, staggering in its power. He took a deep breath to regain control of himself, and nodded.

“Yes,” Hua Cheng admitted. “This one is much ashamed to not be able to please His Highness as he deserves, on some nights. I crafted such a crude instrument in hopes that it would help with control, but it still is not up to the task, nor is it worthy of the honor of being used in His Highness’ bed…”

Xie Lian was brought back to reality long enough to refute such a self-abasing statement.

“San Lang always pleases me!” Xie Lian stated firmly. It wasn’t always about lasting for hours! It was about both of them enjoying the experience! First off, his San Lang lasted a perfect amount of time; secondly, even when he did come too fast, it just meant that Xie Lian had that much more come in him, and one of Xie Lian’s primary goals in his immortal life now was to be filled with as much of Hua Cheng’s come as physically possible. And if Xie Lian had to wait hours each time before Hua Cheng would finally come inside…

…but perhaps it was about the challenge. This was something a (formerly) martial god could understand. This was something that could overcome Xie Lian’s shyness, could reach deep within him and seize him by the heart and make him rise to the occasion. The buildup of his husband’s frustration and need, the challenge of overcoming the restriction of the ring, of riding Hua Cheng and filling him with so much pleasure that he would burst forth and break through – just as Hua Cheng had once done to free him from the bonds of his cursed shackles. (But like, with less dying afterwards. And with waaaaaay more come filling up Xie Lian’s insides.) Yes. Yes, this was a challenge Xie Lian was ready to help his San Lang face. They would do it together.

“I’m going to borrow this,” Xie Lian said. “Is that okay?”

“…as it pleases His Highness,” Hua Cheng replied, with no little confusion.

He’d find out soon enough.

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Xie Lian worked tirelessly, during every free moment, to perfect this most important of spiritual relics: the Incorruptible Chastity Cock Ring. Although last year’s birthday present proved that his sewing skills left something to be desired (and his dear, sweet husband still insisted on wearing that ridiculous belt any chance he got), his metalworking skills, again, proved much more polished. Polished enough to make this ring even more of a sight to behold.

He’d amassed enough followers, and enough donations, to permit him to spend on sourcing quality metal for the project – he of course would not dip into Hua Cheng’s own art supplies, nor his purse. Though both were open to him at all times, that was hardly the spirit meant for a birthday gift! And thus, with silver that was not dug up out of his own grave this time, he’d set to work.

The expertly engraved ring now sported four fine silver chains, from which many chiming seed-shaped silver beads dangled. These silver chains were meant to drape alluringly across Hua Cheng’s muscular thighs and lean hips, and chime with every movement. The chains could be attached to any of Hua Cheng’s silver belts, which Xie Lian considered a very clever foresight on his own behalf. It would be very convenient, this way. (Though it would, of course, mean that a bit of warming up would be needed before he could dress San Lang for the occasion.)

The day of Hua Cheng’s birthday came, and the rush of adrenaline that was warding off Xie Lian’s shyness was beginning to wear off. What was he doing, presenting his husband with such a gift!? My darling, my one and only, my San Lang, here’s a cock ring that you made yourself because you come too fast in bed. Happy birthday! But Xie Lian tried to remember the goal here, the challenge, the pursuit of excellence. Those who ascended were ones who were capable of seeing beyond the limits of what was thought impossible. And Xie Lian so loved dressing Hua Cheng up before a hard day of work.

The moment the midnight hour struck, Ghost City was bright with cheers and fireworks. When Hua Cheng next stepped out of his residence, he would be greeted with a thousand congratulations and well-wishes: Lord Chengzhu, happy birthday!

Great Lord Mayor, happy eight-hundred-twenty-third! If’n I could count that high, I’d lop off the hands of eight hunn’erd twenny third sinners and deck these streets with ‘em!

What a waste of hands! Ya know you can fry those up, doncha!? Or sell them to tourists!

And an occasion such as this calls fer decadence! Like scattering hands all over the streets!! But, for now, Xie Lian had Hua Cheng all to himself.

“San Lang,” Xie Lian whispered into his ear, before kissing it. “Happy birthday. Would you like to open your present?”

Such an offer was a surefire way to get Hua Cheng to stop pretending to be asleep. In an instant, Xie Lian was tackled onto his back on the bed, and pinned in place by the press of Hua Cheng’s lean body and the insistent lips against his own.

“Gege is too kind,” Hua Cheng sighed between kisses. “Too generous. For days I’ve been thinking of nothing but the birthday dinner you promised me, and now gege is telling me that he’s got more gifts up his sleeves?”

Seizing upon the opportunity provided by the wording, Hua Cheng’s greedy hands snuck up the sleeves of Xie Lian’s sleeping robes, squeezing and groping at his arms as he went. The right idea, but the wrong direction…

“It’s…um…” Xie Lian trailed off, his cheeks flaring red. He had a planned script for this. Something about a ring for a ring, sweets for the sweet. The lines were lost to him now. But the intent certainly was not.

Slowly, shyly, Xie Lian slid a hand down the front of his own robes. Hua Cheng’s eye followed the movement raptly, and his touch grew heavier on Xie Lian’s bicep. Taking a moment to steel his courage, Xie Lian ran his fingers along the tie of his robe once, twice, before tugging at it to loosen it and let his robes slip open.

“I wanted to make sure it was warm enough for San Lang to wear comfortably,” Xie Lian explained softly.

Silver glinted through the part of his robe. One of Hua Cheng’s silver belts hung around Xie Lian’s hips, flush against his bare skin. Chiming silver chains dangled from it, leading the eye downward to where they joined at that thick, heavy engraved silver ring. It really was much too big for one’s finger, and still a bit too big for Xie Lian’s own cock. He feared it looked a bit silly – even half-hard as he was, it was clear that there was no way he’d fill it out. Of course, Hua Cheng would have no trouble.

Hua Cheng stared openly, blatantly; hungrily and open-mouthed. His grip on Xie Lian’s bicep was bruising.

“…Your Highness,” he eventually managed to say. His voice was low and raw enough to send a shiver through Xie Lian’s limbs, to make those silver beads chime with the motion of his bare legs sliding against the silk sheets. “Your graciousness knows no bounds. This humble follower doesn’t deserve such a magnificent gift.”

Xie Lian took Hua Cheng’s face in his hands, cradled his cheeks between his palms. He leaned in to press a kiss between Hua Cheng’s brows.

“My husband,” he murmured against Hua Cheng’s skin, his breath warm. “Deserves many such magnificent things.”

The kiss that followed was deep and slow, and full of a wet heat that took Xie Lian from half-hard to fully rigid. The ring still slid off with ease, though Hua Cheng’s fingers were so careful and gentle and slow in their ministrations to remove it that Xie Lian could have cried (or laughed, really) in frustration. Hua Cheng was equally slow and deliberate while undoing the belt tied around Xie Lian’s waist, taking his time, dipping his fingers underneath the belt while he worked to feel the heat radiating off Xie Lian’s abdominals.

“San Lang,” groaned Xie Lian.

Hua Cheng chuckled weakly, and kissed Xie Lian’s throat in recompense. “Gege’s patience is appreciated. I have to wait for my blood to cool before I can wield his gift.”

Xie Lian blinked, curious. “Oh? Is that how it works? Much ashamed, I’ve not much experience. But that does make sense, considering the intent…”

It was Hua Cheng’s turn to groan, and he punctuated it with a dramatic collapse into the pillows next to Xie Lian’s head.

“Gege is not helping with the blood cooling,” Hua Cheng grumbled, with affection clear in the accusation.

“My sincerest apologies,” Xie Lian replied, not sorry at all.

It took some long, painfully and deliciously slow minutes – drawn out by their refusal to stop kissing for the duration – before Hua Cheng’s cock softened enough to slide the ring on. Xie Lian, too, went slowly, carefully, guided by Hua Cheng’s slightly-trembling fingers and the glide of oil to ease any discomfort. When the work was done, Xie Lian squirmed out from under Hua Cheng to survey his handiwork.

His San Lang looked so lovely. The sheen of the oil on his cock, the glinting silver decorating the thick base and draping artfully across his strong thighs. The delicate chimes looked ticklish against his balls; Xie Lian reached out a hand to brush his knuckles against the velvety soft skin there and was rewarded by a delicious groan and squirm.

Oh, before he forgot…there was indeed one more surprise that Xie Lian had for the birthday boy. When he’d set to work on this precious spiritual tool, he’d added some features...

Xie Lian traced both hands along the silver chains, and they shivered with spiritual energy. Hua Cheng wore a priceless expression of shock on his face for a brief moment as he felt the pulse of energy, but had no further opportunity to react before the cock ring itself pulsed once, twice, thrice, more. It continued to pulse around Hua Cheng’s cock in time with the racing beat of Xie Lian’s heart. With each pulse, Hua Cheng’s hips jerked upward involuntarily; with each jerk, those silver chimes rang melodiously. Hua Cheng’s mouth hung open wordlessly, his eye glazed with pleasure that stole his sight and sense.

Very convenient, indeed. Xie Lian could probably just leave him like this and go about his daily errands, secure in the thought that his husband would be waiting for him in bed at home, desperate for relief after hours of tension that threatened to snap him in two. But that wouldn’t be particularly kind to do to him today. The birthday boy would have his release in due time, with only as much teasing as Xie Lian could bear.

“Did I warm it up well enough for San Lang’s comfort?” Xie Lian asked, stretching himself out along Hua Cheng’s side as he jerked and twitched. He stroked his palm along Hua Cheng’s lovely pectorals, down his stomach. He pressed the back of his hand to the silver belt to test its temperature. Xie Lian hmmed thoughtfully and moved to toy with one of the silver chains. “I suppose it’s still a bit chilly. Will you ever forgive me?”

“H…Hhh-highne…ssss…” Hua Cheng managed to slur out, then let out an animalistic moan as the pulses around his cock grew in intensity. Xie Lian made a comforting noise, and kissed Hua Cheng’s temple soothingly. His poor San Lang. It couldn’t be helped; the cock ring’s pulses were tied to Xie Lian’s heartbeat, and there was no controlling that when he was with Hua Cheng.

Xie Lian decided, there and then, that it was time to test the integrity (and the Incorruptible Chastity) of this spiritual artifact. He’d prepared himself before waking Hua Cheng; he thanked himself profusely for this foresight, as he doubted he had the patience to do it now and could hardly ask Hua Cheng to do all the work today. He already had enough to deal with right now.

Hua Cheng’s hands, previously fisted in the silk bedsheets in a vain attempt at controlling himself, flew to seize Xie Lian’s waist as Xie Lian moved to straddle him. Any protests died in his throat as the tip of his cock pressed into Xie Lian’s entrance, already warm and willing and ready. Xie Lian sighed in relief at the stretch and the fullness, and bounced and wriggled his hips until Hua Cheng’s cock was in him fully. He could feel the slight coolness of the silver ring against the rim of his hole, could feel the pulsations of the ring inside and out. Xie Lian gave a full-body shiver, and almost absentmindedly lifted the crystal ring around his neck up to his lips to kiss. The gesture grounded him, it soothed him, it—

“Your Highness…”

The warning growl of that title came too little, too late. Driven mad by the beat of Xie Lian’s heart and the burning heat of his body, Hua Cheng’s grip on Xie Lian’s waist became completely ungentle. His fingers gripped with bruising force, and he bounced Xie Lian on his cock with harsh, fast motions; endlessly chasing a release that would not come, to the tune of chiming silver chains. He pounded as deep into him as he could reach, and seemed as if he could hardly stand having even an inch of him not inside. It was all Xie Lian could do to hold onto Hua Cheng’s shoulders, to hold himself steady even as his thigh muscles began to burn with the strain, to let Hua Cheng fuck into him and use his body as a tool for his pleasure.

The first time Xie Lian came, it only left him hungry for more. The fifth time left him lying limp and slack, sprawled on his back as Hua Cheng’s cock continued to relentlessly fuck him, in and out, with no signs of stopping or slowing. Xie Lian’s insides ached to be soothed by the rush of Hua Cheng’s come. After the eighth time, with his face now pressed into a pillow and Hua Cheng’s cock still tirelessly pumping his prone body, chimes still jingling as brightly and eagerly as they had at the start, Xie Lian himself began to beg for that as well.

“S-s-sssan Lang…” Xie Lian could hardly get the words out, his tongue felt thick and heavy and useless in his mouth. “S-san Lang, need…need it…”

Hua Cheng moaned against Xie Lian’s neck, and briefly paused in his efforts to cover every inch of it with bite marks and hickies. His mouth moved to Xie Lian’s ear; biting it once before he spoke into it, sounding rich and low and just as wrecked as Xie Lian.

“Anything His Highness needs, anything, anything, I’ll give it – mnnnhh, mmm – oh, Your Highness, Your Highness is so good to me, so good to this San Lang…mmh, feels so perfect inside, does it feel as good for gege? Is he ready to come again for me?”

Xie Lian let out a desperate moan as Hua Cheng expertly adjusted his angle to aim his thrusts against that spot inside of him. He wouldn’t last much longer, he wouldn’t, he couldn’t, and he didn’t think he’d be able to stay conscious for round ten. And Hua Cheng still hadn’t come even once inside of him – Xie Lian could endure many hardships, but this was too much, too much!

“San Lang! I want it, I want that!” Xie Lian wailed with the desperation of a dying man. “Ah-ahhhh, I need it, I need you to give it all to me, please, please, won’t you please – ohh! Please, please have mercy, San Lang-gege, please have mercy and fill me up…”

Xie Lian’s heart was racing like a parade drum. He could only imagine the mayhem being wrought upon his husband’s dick by the cock ring’s enchantment. But he trusted his husband – he trusted him to break through, break through with him and see the limits of the highest heavens –

Hua Cheng let out a shout and a shockwave of spiritual energy strong enough to blow back the curtains on the bed, and released into Xie Lian enough come that Xie Lian felt his stomach grow taut with it. He felt his eyes roll back into his head, and let himself pass out midway through his ninth orgasm.

His conscious mind swam back after some time, and he found himself bundled against Hua Cheng’s strong chest. Morning was just breaking outside the window, but today was a day for sleeping in. Xie Lian breathed in his husband’s scent and let himself be lulled back to sleep. He still had to make that birthday dinner today, and needed to regain his strength.

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“Oh? Did something happen out here?”

While things were stewing, Xie Lian needed to make a quick run to the market to pick up some supplies he’d forgotten. Outside of Paradise Manor, he found Yin Yu with a broom, sweeping a path through the severed hands that had been scattered on the road outside. If Xie Lian were to make a rough estimate, there were approximately eleven hundred sixty-seven of them. There was also a crudely written banner hung in the blossoming trees on the roadside, that read: HAPPAY BARTH DAY LARD CHENGZHU.

“They do try, don’t they?” Xie Lian said to Yin Yu, fondly. “Once I’m back from the market, I’ll help you clean up out here.”

“They do try,” Yin Yu agreed. “And no, no, Your Highness has business to attend to.”

Xie Lian smiled and gave a grateful bow. “Your Highness Yin Yu is welcome to join us for dinner. I’ll save some stew for him! Please don’t hesitate to drop by later.”

Yin Yu watched as Xie Lian expertly stepped around the hands littering the streets, then disappeared into the bustle of the Ghost City market. He gave a deep, resigned sigh and returned to sweeping.

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[padawanton]

🎶 and after six thousand years if the world disappears

I’d fight angels and demons to find you, my dear

I hear heavenly sounds in my head when you’re near

I’m alright now you’re here 🎶

[headmasteringthisschool]

hey, it's me again :0 !! your blog is super cute ! i don't know if you do aus, but do you mind writing demon ritsu, shinobu, kaoru, and/or izumi x an angel fem reader or vice versa? sorry if it's a lot, you don't have to but tysm !!

I hope you like it! I switched between demon so and demon boy, thought it would work better here! thank you for your ask! Now enjoy reading! <3

Demon/Angel AU!

Ritsu Sakuma ~

Ritsu was lazying around, doing nothing more than laying on his cushions and enjoying his own life, of course, it was easier as the brother of the current demon king, but of course that didn't stop Ritsu from pursuing a nearly impossible Lover, and he was just so stunned, when one again this angelic figure walked into the room, a gleam of moonlight following her, " Come here (Y/N), Lay rest with me for a while?"

(Y/N) Shook her head, "you know that I cannot rest with you my dear demon, it would risk my corruption, which we both not want." Ritsu did let out a sigh, it was right he didn't want that just yet but he wanted it for the future, both knew that.

(Y/N) sat down at a table, sweet cakes and fresh tea filling it, and took a bite out of (Your favorite cake), " Only a little longer Ritsu and we can be together but for now, I am the guardian angel of this child and I do not want it to be without one."

Ritsu soon enough stood up and walked to the table himself, carefully not to touch (Y/N)´s hand but sneakingly stealing the cake out of it, Slowly taking a bite. "I know, we will have to see and wait but I just want to be able to sleep with you by my side my love."

Shinobu Sengoku

An Observing demon, who fell for a delivery angel? it sounded ridiculous, but for Shinobo it was real, his Girlfriend (Y/N) regularly helped him deliver the different packages to different types of hell and heaven, of course, she couldn't go to heaven parts but Shinobu always spend some extra time in hell, just to be in her company.

but today,(Y/N) didn't show up, He was sad, but he continued. along with 5th stage of hell, Shinobu heard her voice and went to look for her. To his surprise, (Y/N) was talking to a larger demon and he could only overhear a few words said.

"you should tell him/ I'm not mad / just be happy/"

A few minutes later, with Shinobu still in hiding, (Y/N) bumps into him when taking a corner, " Shinobu! I was searching for you, are you okay?" Shinobu wasn't sure, was he okay? " I heard you talk to someone earlier... are you okay?"

(Y/N) blushed of a sort only Shinobu could make her blush, how much did he hear? was her only mental question, " I am, I recently..." as a blushed mess, she pressed a piece of paper into his hands, it was a sort of allowance letter from the heavens, giving her permission to travel alongside him to heaven but only if Shinobu stays by her side.

with wide eyes, Shinobu looked at (Y/N) and tackled her into a hug, " Of course! please come with me! " He gave her a small peck on the cheek and they went on their way to deliver the last packages.

Kaoru Hakaze~

Kaoru was once again, tagging along with Rei to the heavens, a business meeting with The Archangel Eichi, but Kaoru was rather interested in the Pretty Angel Secretary, her beautiful hair and those pretty (insert secondary color of your wings here), He definitely had fallen in love...

" My pretty (Y/N), would you go on a date with me this time? I promise I'm not going to corrupt you." Kaoru spoke out, once (Y/N) walked by. A blush was seeing on the angel's face and she turned around as if nothing else mattered and pressed a kiss onto his lips, " I don't mind anymore about getting corrupted, let's go!"

With a smile, both of them walked out of the meeting room, much to an angry Eichis demise and a laughing Rei.

Izumi Sena ~

Oh, what a pretty angel You had laid your eyes on, Heavenly blue eyes and such gray hair it reminded you of rain clouds.

and you longed for him, so you regularly visited him, whenever he had free time, you would find him and spend time with him, Izumi was mostly annoyed but he never outright told you to leave him alone.

For him, this was nearly an invitation! Of course (Y/N) wouldn't refuse it. After a few months of this, Izumi felt himself drawn just as close to (Y/N) as she did to him. Izumi had set out yet another one of his 'invitations' and it was just a little fancy café with some cookies and cakes and the best coffee he ever had.

(Y/N) sat down to Izumi and ordered a (favorite coffee or tea), Izumi for himself a black coffee, without beating around the bush much, Izumi started to talk.

" I want you to stay with me, talk to your boss, you'll move here."

A little flabber gasped, (Y/N) looked into the blue eyes she fell in love with, " For real? that won't be easy..." but Izumi was in fact very serious.

A moment later, he took her hand, putting a tiny but beautiful ring on her finger, " Marry me."  " Of course my darling." (Y/N) agreed, planting a happy little kiss on his hand.