#but he’s disguised himself as a human so she grabs him and is like There’s Literally a Dangerous Predator Nearby

[narianders-gt-hell]

Back to posting art once a week let’s freaking go

[i-drop-level-one-loot]

To Love You (Platonic Yandere!Child x Monster!Reader)

Chapter 1: This child needs me

[part 0, here, 2]

CW: femme bodied GN Reader, monster stuff, accidental adoption, description of nudity (non sexual)

Avery stood as still as the trees he hid behind while he watched the thing become a poor imitation of his mother.

If he barely closed his eyes it would have looked like her, but with his brown eyes wide open, staring at it's nude form, Avery wondered if the monster even knew what a human looked like. Their body was the right height, but the shape was off; it had no breasts, nor genitalia. The creature had taken a quick look at the clothed woman and guessed what her body looked like.

Everything about the monster felt off. Like a mannequin come to life. The skin had no texture or character, no discoloration or birthmarks. The hair was a slightly wrong shade and a little too long. But the worst part of the being was it's face.

It whipped around, staring at Avery with eyes slightly too wide, showing the whites above and below the iris. It's lips were an absurdly red shade, as though it thought the lipstick the woman was wearing was her natural lip color. But what made the face really off putting was the fact that it was too symmetrical. Avery couldn't verbalize that that was what was wrong, but it didn't have the same human inconsistency that his mother's face naturally had.

And for a moment, Avery remembered every single time his mother grabbed his arm a little too tightly.

She never would have killed him. And he told himself that she loved him. But it didn't matter how often she would buy him ice cream after a big fight, or how sweetly she smiled at him, it didn't stop him from flinching whenever she raised her hand.

He didn't know why he did it. Maybe it was the same reason he had grabbed the steering wheel earlier.

Avery rushed forward, and held the monster as tightly as he could.

(Reader) was filled with confusion. Not only was their disguise less than passable, but they were positive that the little boy saw them kill his mom. So why did he hold onto them as though they were the hero?

Their hand reached down and slid over his dirty back. Thoughts of ripping out his spine and eating him as well filtered through their mind, but instead they went on autopilot, as though their true identity had not been exposed already. "Let's go home."

Avery slowly released the monster, looking up at them with large, teary eyes. "Okay.. mommy."

(Reader) gently held the boy's hand in their own, and allowed him to lead them to the damaged vehicle.

It was much more advanced than the last time they saw a carriage, but this wasn't the last time they slept through major technological advancements. They would adapt. They always did.

Tiny frozen fingers squeezed (Reader's) hand to get their attention. "It's too broken to drive. But there's a coat in the back."

The monster looked down, remembering their nakedness. Unlike humans they did not feel the cold, and when they were in their true form they had no need for clothing.

Ripping open the smashed door with ease, (Reader) found a long winter jacket that when they slid it on fell to their knees. Avery still stood by their side, expectantly holding out his arm stiffly so he could hold their hand again. Although it always took a bit for the ancient one to get their mind in order after a long slumber, even they could see that the newly orphaned child was an odd one.

It wasn't customary to ask questions. They just killed people and replaced them. Those who learned of their true nature were also killed. And it had been that way for as long as (Reader) could remember. They had been both man and woman and those who were neither; they had spoken many languages in many skins and lived many lives. But this child was holding out his hand, knowing that they were not his mother.

"Which way is home?" They asked, their voice parroting the sound of the woman screaming her last words, calling out for her child.

Avery still held out his hand expectantly. "Down the road. It's really far."

The creature looked at his hand, then at his small legs, and realized how long it would take if he meant that they lived at the bottom of the mountain. They grabbed him under his arms and easily swung Avery onto their back. Perhaps they would keep him alive, just until they found a better family to cleanly assimilate into.

"Am I heavy?" Avery asked with a surprised tone.

"No." (Reader) almost found his question amusing. Did he not see them rip the car door off?

The six year old thought about when he was sick the year before, and purposefully acted more pathetic than he felt because he wanted his mother's attention. How he sobbed loudly because he was too ill to walk to his bed from the couch. So his mother left him to sleep out in the living room.

It was dangerous, but the idea that this creature was his savior, and not just a monster, gave the child more confidence than he should have had, given his situation. "Are you a girl?"

".. No."

".. Are you a boy?"

sigh "No."

"Oh.." The boy leaned down harder into their back, snuggling into their hair. They didn't smell like their mom's shampoo, they smelled like dirt after the first rain in a long time. "Can I still call you mom?"

(Reader) tried to recall if this had ever happened to them. Had there ever been a time that someone learned of their true nature, and still wanted to pretend like everything was fine? They remembered the last time someone figured out that (Reader) was a monster. The poor wife had snapped, months of little clues here and there had convinced her that her husband was not her husband, but no one would believe her. Not until she stabbed (Reader) in the chest, and the thing that looked like her husband did not die.

"Yes, you may." (Reader) didn't know why they were amusing the human like they were. But it felt very warm when he constricted his arms around their neck like a snake.

He smiled into their hair. Avery didn't know it, but he was just as confused as (Reader) was. "My name is Avery. Avery Jones. What's your name?"

The creature paused. They knew their name. It was the name of a human they took a long time ago. But they wouldn't tell that to this kid. That the only name they ever thought of as their own, was the name of a child who's life they stole, a child they lived as. It was the longest they pretended to be human. It felt nice. All those years ago. They couldn't remember now what that face looked like, nor why they were so attached to it, but they became (Reader).

"I am now your mother.. What is my name?"

"Luanne. Luanne Octavia Jones."

(Reader) mimicked a laugh, their smile equally as wide on their top lip as their bottom lip. "What a terrible name!"

"Oh..I'm sorry.." Avery tensed up.

"I think I'll prefer Mom."

They felt him relax again. The longer the two walked, the more intriguing the child became. (Reader) murdered his mother. They bit her head in half. They tore her apart, ripped off her limbs, and ate her while he hid not too far away. Perhaps he was in shock?

"Do you know what I am?"

Their eyes opened harder than what was physically possible. Why did they ask that?

Avery wiggled a little. "A hero? Like the Martian Manhunter?"

"What is that?"

"A cool hero from Mars! He helps Superman! And he can change into stuff!"

(Reader) could have scoffed. Them? A hero? But the situation was slowly starting to make sense. 'And so, I am a hero..'

His body was lighter than (Reader) remembered human children to be, and they wondered if it was normal. He wasn't much shorter than the average child, but his body was like a housecat's. "How old are you, Avery?"

"Six."

Older than I thought..

(Reader) carried the boy for well over two hours before another automated carriage passed by, slowing and pulling off towards the tree line behind them. Avery sleepily mumbled "It's the police.." as the monster halted their steps.

An officer stepped out, a younger man with hard eyes squinted in suspicion, and approached the two travelers.

"Is everything alright, ma'am?" His green eyes glanced down at their bare legs and dirty feet.

His question woke Avery up, as though he only just then remembered that his mom was not his real mother. "We were in an accident." The boy stuttered out.

"An accident?" The officer looked up the road briefly. "Are you two alright?"

"Ye-"

"Ma'am, where are your shoes?"

He interrupted (Reader), and they immediately considered killing him. But it was a good question. What were they supposed to say? A mostly naked woman had been found descending the mountain with a child on her back, was strange, most definitely concerning and possibly nefarious. Could he tell that under the long jacket they were nude?

Avery was panicking. They could feel his breathing hitch and hear his heart speed up. "We flipped our car! And- and-"

"I hit my head." They responded more monotonously than they intended. "I don't remember the accident, and I don't know why I took off my clothes." (Reader) reached up and ran their hand across the back of their head. Obscured by their hair and the angle, only Avery saw as one of their nails grew quickly, slicing open part of their scalp, just enough to get blood on their fingers.

The policeman's eyes relaxed their suspicious gaze when they brought their bloody hand out. However, it almost instantly bounced back. "Have you been drinking tonight?"

"No."

"Have you taken any illegal substances? Any medications you've been prescribed?"

The questions were aggravating (Reader). "No."

"Any medical issues I should know about?"

"She's bleeding!" Avery cried out.

"Alright, calm down. I'm going to bring you down to the station. Do you consent to a blood test?"

The police were.. interesting. Having been so many people, the creature was not dumb to the inequalities humans forced upon other humans. They remembered how one body would be treated very differently than another body, but even with having experienced it, if they saw a naked woman walking along the woods, injured, it felt natural that sympathy would have been expressed. Or at least, sympathy for her presumed husband. It didn't matter. Luanne had not fully finished digesting. If they wanted blood for a "blood test" (whatever that was), they could easily supply it. They just hoped that Avery's mother hadn't been drinking. Which was another interesting development. Had the humans made alcohol illegal again?

No matter how unfair this treatment was, (Reader) knew it would get Avery out of the cold sooner. And if things went sideways, they could easily kill this man.

"I do."

Avery was nearly hyperventilating and his grip had tightened like a vice. "Why are you being so mean?!" Tears started to bloom as his voice wobbled. "We had an accident! My mommy was bleeding and took off her clothes! She was just confused, and, and, and that's why she can't remember!"

The man went rigid, and was almost uncomfortable. "Would you like me to call an ambulance?"

"YES!" The boy cried out, shaking against (Reader's) spine like a small dog.

He eyed their legs once again. "Why don't you wait on the back seat, and I'll grab you a blanket?"

It didn't take long for another, larger and brighter colored vehicle to arrive, with people who were much more sympathetic than the officer. One of the men even seemed to be berating the officer while another person checked (Reader's) body for injuries.

"She seems to have a concussion, so I don't know why you would jump to drugs-"

"Look are what she's wearing-"

"-I watched a young man take off his shoes and hide them in a cabinet when he suffered a traumatic brain injury, okay? People do weird things when they're in pain-"

"Still I think-"

"-She should be going to a hospital. They'll test her for alcohol there, but her head is still bleeding, and she has no signs of intoxication other than 'her clothes' and her lack of memory, both of which can be explained by trauma."

The blue clad worker shined a light in (Reader's) eyes, which (Reader) manually dilated to resemble a human's natural response. They continued focusing on their heart rate and breathing, mimicking Avery's as he leaned against their shoulder. "I think it would be best if we take you to the hospital." The person with short hair smiled kindly.

"I just want to go home.. I can't remember anything that happened today, but my son is tired."

"Well.. I can't force you to go to the hospital, but I can call someone to come get you? And recommend that if your memory worsens, or if you feel confused, if you start throwing up, can't sleep, randomly pass out, or develop a fever, you go to an ER as your concussion could be something worse, like an internal brain bleed."

"Someone you could call..?"

"Dad's still at work." Avery whispered.

Ah. So I am married. This new information didn't sit well with (Reader). They had been married before, plenty of times actually; but what kind of man was he if his wife was like Luanne?

Overhearing this, the paramedic chastising the policeman volunteered his services on the officer's behalf. "If you don't have anyone you can call, Officer Delaney can drive you home. But I do suggest you let us take you to the hospital."

"Thank you." (Reader) could see the two men shudder as they smiled at the both of them. "But I'm really tired. And I just want to go home."

"Alright then.. don't hesitate to go to a hospital if your symptoms don't improve." The man shifted his eyes uncomfortably.

(Reader) returned to the police car, Avery securely tucked under their arms and on their hip. Their attempt at human expression had frightened both the medical professional and the officer. "I will."

The little boy held on to (Reader) more aggressively than he ever remembered holding onto his own mother.

It was peculiar.

Had (Reader) ever felt this way before? They had felt attachments before. Held and loved, but those feelings were easily thrown away whenever their hunger reared it's ugly head. But this wasn't the connection of a family loving someone they assumed (Reader) was.

This little boy was not clinging to Luanne Octavia Jones.

Avery was clinging to (Reader).

[ceaselesswatchersspecialboy]

HIIII do you have anymore tid bits for you au.... (share all of them. go ham. I LOVE IT SO MUCH)

So many. SO MANY!!

— After Ford gets his body back, Bill makes excuses to himself to watch over Dipper and Mabel when they’re dreaming, and interjects if they have any nightmares. This is definitely important to his evil plans, okay.

— McGucket definitely knows something is wrong with Stanfraud, and makes a scene whenever he sees him, claiming him to be the ‘devil in disguise’, or ‘the beast with one eye’. When Dipper and Mabel ask about it, Bill brushes it off as McGucket’s memory loss making him recall their fallout as worse than it was.

— Bill was roped into helping Stan teach Soos boxing when he was younger. He thought it was stupid at the time, but Stan wasn’t taking no for an answer. Soos still appreciates both of them for it, and Bill doesn’t mind the kid as much anymore. He’s smarter than he looks. He just has to put his mind to it.

— Bill actually likes stargazing. Stan’s surprised when he first catches Bill on the roof doing it, and Bill gets defensive when Stan pushes him on the matter, but he doesn’t exactly hate the company. When he’s left alone with his thoughts and the stars, his mind goes to a place that’s too dark, even for him. So, sometimes he and Stan will grab a drink — usually beer for Stan and some barely drinkable cocktails for Bill — and they’ll watch the stars. When Mabel finds out about it, she joins him. It’s one of the few places that he seems a lot… calmer. Not by a lot, mind you, but it’s noticeable enough for Bill.

— During Headhunters, there’s a lot of conflict between Stan and Bill. Bill thinks it’s weird how Stan is treating the wax figure, that just because he can’t pretend Bill is Ford, doesn’t mean he has to go speaking to a lump of wax. He has a lot of uncomfortable feelings surrounding Ford as is, ones he prefers to bury deep in the back of his mind, and this whole funeral deal, Stan’s genuine grief, it’s really putting a damper on his mood. Plus, he may be a little bit jealous. And maybe, just maybe, a bit concerned. I don’t have the details figured out yet, but I know for a fact they get into an argument over it, and the subject of Ford comes up again — no more avoiding it.

— Stan and Bill are banned from one of the town’s main bars for life. Why? That’s between them and the raccoon.

— I don’t think I’ve mentioned this yet, but Bill actually dyed his, or, well, Ford’s hair brown, though he’s pretty bad at keeping on top of that so the grey roots tend to be showing.

— Dipper Vs Manliness actually has a small bonding moment between Bill and Dipper, where Bill essentially deconstructs gender and also tries to boost Dipper’s confidence, in his own Bill way.

He’s a strangely good influence in general when it comes to masculinity and gender and what not, being as he doesn’t conform to any human expectation. And he would absolutely sing Disco Girl with Dipper too. He loves that song, bitter memories be damned. Why would he let Sixer kill his groove.

And I shall leave it at that for now! If you’d like anymore tidbits I’m always keeping a thousand up my sleeves! And if you’d like any about specific characters, let me know!

[hazbinshusk]

25 with blitz

PLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASE

prompt #25: a kiss that's an accident.

“Okay, this is too wholesome for my liking…”

You stand with your hands braced on your knees as you catch your breath and Blitzø stands beside you, leaning against you with his elbow against your back. You raise an eyebrow at him over your shoulder, and he smirks down at you as though nothing at all had just gone wrong. He opens his mouth to continue, but you straighten as you feel a group approach yours. You turn to see the succubi standing on the sand, an incredibly irritated Verosika Mayday at the forefront.

“Blitzo.”

“Oh, perfect!” Your boss rolls his eyes as he turns to face them too, holding out his hands mockingly. Despite his attempt to be jokingly light, his tone still bites with sarcasm. “That must be the whores!”

Verosika’s expression remains stony.

“That was handled rather…” she smiles coldly. “Obviously. Don’t you think?”

Millie holds up a flask you recognize and says dryly, “I don’t think this belongs to any of us.”

She tosses the flask to the popstar, who catches it and drops it into the hands of another succubus without taking her glower off of all of you.

“Would be a shame if anyone found out you guys were behind a giant fish monster in the human world,” Millie continues, and Moxxie bursts into drunken laughter.

“Oh, Satan! You’re gonna be so… fucked!”

You can’t help but smirk in amusement at Moxxie’s giggling, sharing a sidelong look with Blitzø. He winks at you cockily, smiling back, and you swear Verosika’s scowl deepens as she watches the exchange.

“Yeah, well… you four nasty-ass gremlins will be in shit for not being in disguises!”

You open your mouth to retaliate, but Moxxie takes a step forward and promptly faceplants into the sand. Pushing himself up onto his hands, he slurs, “A human called me a possum. I am not a possum!”

“You know…” you draw the words out in faux-thoughtfulness, fishing the other imp out of the sand. You push him gently towards Millie, who takes him from you with an almost sickeningly sweet look of adoration. Blitzø props his elbow on your shoulder, and Verosika’s eyes narrow dangerously. Hell, she’s practically growling at the two of you. You keep your tone casual, watching Verosika out of the corner of your eye. Part of you wonders what exactly you in particular have done to raise her ire so much. “…I’m sure there’s some way we could help each other out here…”

Blitzø blinks unevenly before he catches your meaning, a sharp, wily grin spreading over his face.

“Yeah…” he draws out the word in a way that makes his ex-girlfriend grind her teeth together. “We could keep this little B-movie scene on the downlow if you agree to let us use that parking space…?”

He holds out a hand for her to shake, still smiling. You have to hold back a laugh.

Verosika doesn’t take his hand, her eyes pointed above you all as she finally grinds out, “…Fine.”

“WE FUCKIN’ WOOOON!” Blitzø cheers boisterously, cackling in triumph. He turns to the rest of you, grinning, and your eyes widen as he grabs hold of your face and pulls you into a kiss. It’s hard and abrupt and you don’t have the chance to react to it before he pulls away and his eyes are wide too, apparently just as surprised by what he’d done as you were. Still, his tail waves behind him happily, and you feel your face flush deeply.

Blitzø clears his throat, spinning on his heel to taunt. “In your face, bitch!”

You’re left blinking away your shock, and Millie is staring at you, too, a wild grin on her face. You catch Verosika’s eye and your blush deepens, but she doesn’t look angry anymore.

There’s something more like… pity marring her features.

“Come on,” she spares you one more glance as she scoffs, waving her posse away. “Let’s get out of here. TEX!”

Millie elbows you as she hefts Moxxie onto her shoulder, and you exhale, opening the portal the way Loona had shown you. Blitzø catches your eye, and he grimaces awkwardly despite the victory still burning in his eyes.

“That was, uh… some hot shit there, tits.” he tells you, jerking both thumbs back towards the succubi. “Gave those cum-suckin’ harpies a run for their—” his eyes widen as he realizes the possible double meaning. “I mean, you did good with the—”

“Let’s just go home, Blitz,” you say, brushing hair out of your face. “You can explain whatever the fuck that was later.”

“Sounds like a… sounds good.” he nods hurriedly, and you swear you could almost see a blush of his own staining his cheeks. “Come on, Loonie Toonie! Let’s go back and park our fat fuckin’ car in our fat fuckin’ space!”

send me a prompt and either husk or blitzø

[deathmetalunicorn1]

I love your Pokémon x ROR work. Can I ask for something similar but instead of fighting during ragnarok, the Gods and humans meet some of the Pokémon outside of battle? Like intimidating ones like Charizard to cuter ones like Pikachu who’s still pretty strong. They’re confused on how to handle these creatures they’ve never seen before then out comes teen!reader who happens to be their trainer who easily takes over the situation. It be funnier with the gods reacting to a human child being able to tame and bond with the scarier Pokémon aswell

-You hadn’t meant to cause harm or panic in Valhalla, you had found a large park, one that was perfect for a picnic and relaxing, as you wanted to take a break with your team, who came to Valhalla with you after you passed in a rockslide accident.

-The park was perfect, there was a huge lake for your Gyarados to swim around in, and lots of room for your other Pokemon to run around, climb trees, or rest under trees in the shade, and just enjoy their second chance in this new life.

-You hadn’t realized that Pokemon weren’t something common in Valhalla, only god like ones, legendries, so when your Pokemon all ran off to go and have fun, they caused a lot of panic.

-Your Sylveon, Pikachu, and Mimikyu remand together, running off into a busy district where they were quickly surrounded by gods and humans, curious as to who they were.

-Qin Shi Huang kneeled down, looking curious as he held one hand to his chin, “Hmm I’ve never seen creatures like this before.” He held out his hand and Sylveon called out happily, saying her name as her ribbons stretched out, grabbing onto his hand, as if shaking it.

-Ares was kneeling next to Pikachu, doing the same and Pikachu scurried up his arm, sitting on his shoulder, calling out happily while made so many grin on how cute it was.

-Jack was looking at Mimikyu, who had an uneasy feeling about him, like he was something dangerous as Jack tried to read him, “Hmm how curious- it looks much like that one, but it’s different.”

-He touched Mimikyu’s head, to find it only to be a disguise, flopping over, breaking it. Instantly Mimikyu was crying, dark shadows coming from underneath it’s disguise, crying out loudly.

-Jack did his best to apologize, but seeing the dark shadows quickly had many running, Pikachu had nearly been knocked off Ares’ shoulders, but he caught him before, “Pik-a CHU!!!!” and lightning surrounded him and the war god, making Ares’ skeleton visible as he was electrocuted.

-Sylveon was chill in Hades’ arms now, while still holding onto QSH, looking completely unbothered as she called out, telling the other two to calm down.

-Many were prepared to fight these strange creatures, thinking they were a threat as Ares was twitching on the ground, charred before they heard, “Hey you guys! You were supposed to stay in the park!”

-The three instantly called out, seeing you running over and jaws dropped, seeing a child as the three Pokemon ran over to you, calling out happily, Mimikyu scurrying up your arm and held you around your neck, hugging you.

-Hades was polite, inquiring about your creatures and you told them that they were Pokemon, your partners, and after explaining what Pokemon were, many calmed down, as they had seen them before, just not ones like this.

-You apologized to Ares who told you he was fine, just shocked, literally, that Pikachu was so strong! You went to speak before you heard another of your Pokemon call out and you turned, seeing Snorlax gorging himself at an outdoor restaurant, “Snorlax!!”

-They all followed you over to the massive Pokemon who called out happily, seeing you while you apologized to the restaurant staff who were fine, as Snorlax didn’t break anything, he was just eating his fill on the endless food that was available.

-Hercules was impressed, “This is one of yours too?” you beamed, putting a hand on Snorlax’ belly, “Yup- this is my cuddly fat boy- isn’t that right?” Snorlax, hearing your pet name, pulled you into his arms, hugging you close which made you laugh.

-You recalled him into his Pokeball, followed by the others before you heard Gyarados calling out loudly, as if he was ready to fight as the sky darkened, “Oh no!”

-You all turned, seeing the lake in the park, seeing Gyarados stretching out of it, glaring down at Lu Bu, who was holding halberd, looking feral himself, ready for a fight as everyone scrambled after you as you shouted out Gyarados’ name.

-Seeing this massive Pokemon instantly calming down, hearing your voice, turning from this human that seemed so adamant to fight him, lowering his head as you leapt, hugging at his face.

-Jack was in awe, seeing this massive creature being so gentle with you while Lu Bu was pouting that you took away his opportunity to fight something strong.

-You recalled Gyarados back in as you apologized to everyone for causing so much trouble before Hercules pointed back at where a picnic was set up, your picnic, “What about that one?”

-You turned, seeing Charizard snoozing on the blanket, fast asleep and you beamed, “That’s my Charizard! He likes to sleep a lot but he’s just as strong as any of my Pokemon!”

-Charizard, hearing his name, woke up, sitting up and yawned loudly before walking over, hugging you from behind as you told your tale about how you died, taking your Pokemon with you, and now you were all here in Valhalla.

-Charizard rested his head on top of your own, still looking a bit sleepy, but Jack, Hercules, Lu Bu, and Ares were all easily able to tell that he was insanely strong, despite looking so unassuming.

-You were happy to have them all join your picnic, calling all your partners back out, telling them to behave this time, as you talked about your world, about all the different types of Pokemon you had seen, which they enjoyed.

-You were only a child, but you were a warrior, just a different type of warrior then what they were used to, but that didn’t make you any less of one and they wanted to know more about you, and what drove you to become a trainer.

[eunoiaastralwings]

Fragments of Blue

featuring Bucky x reader

fandom mcu- pre catcw

a/n based on my idea here - here part one (can be read alone too - I think LMAO).

warnings running away ? - idk if there was anything else tell me otherwise

You were simply lying on the on the couch bored when he came in again – with presuming a packet of bread in his hands.

You momentarily looked over the man that was once the deadly assassin – the one who had been assigned to bring you back to your father and his Hydra, every time you tried to escape or occasionally protect you.

He was always so anxious and nervous now – now you saw the real man being the Winter Soldier, trapped underneath Hydra’s torture who was finally free.

But the world didn’t see it like that however – the world still saw him as a murder and a true weapon of evil and you could almost see he saw himself like that too now.

Like he was signing the picture the outside world painted him as.

You always wondered why he came back for you – you were Alexander Pierce’s daughter after all. You were once even called as Hydra’s daughter by your father’s men.

But unlike your father you didn't want to be part of Hydra – but you were forced to know Hydra, including the Winter Soldier.

Little did you know, the blue-eyed man before you remembered as the Winter Soldier, he told to watch over you and made sure you didn't escape from Hydra like you tried countless times.

It was like you were something constant – something different than the usual assassinations he was tasked with.

You father was dead – yet you weren’t sure how to feel about that, he was your only family after all – though he did put Hydra above you.

Once the man was freed from the mind control and for whatever reason he had broken into your father’s house helped her escape and went on the run together.

You had known the moment he stepped in – he wasn’t Blue anymore.

He was the man behind those blue eyes again – still he seemed to be refusing to tell you his real name.

“So. . . you going to tell me your real name or do I keep calling you, Blue?” She asked – as he places the packet of bread on the small table in tiny rundown apartment you were sharing.

You had hated always calling him Soldat or the Winter Soldier, like your father and Hydra did - so you always stuck with calling him Blue, because of his blue eyes. He didn’t remember his own name - and no one would tell him or you either. . .and you wanted to make him feel just a little human. . .

He looked up giving you a once over – as if still debating inside him whether to trust you or not.

To be honest the only reason you were was because of him anyways.

You were almost certain he was going to brush you off again.

But then you heard a small mutter.

“Bucky. . .”

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You disguised yourself the best you could, wearing one of Bucky’s baseball caps – as you looked around the market stalls, trying to follow him.

You were always annoying him – that’s for sure. He had specifically instructed you to stay at the apartment but you clearly hadn't.

“Y/N you shouldn't be here. You’re not supposed to be out without my permission.”

He sounds annoyed.

“I deserve to at least see the sun, Bucky!”

You scowled at his behavior.

“I get it. . . But we can't let anyone find the either of us!”

He sighs.

“The only reason you’re not in the base is because it's me babysitting you.”

He mutters.

“You’re not babysi-“

You tripped over something because of your vintage heeled boots as you tried to follow – needing to hold onto Bucky in case you fell face flat on the ground.

You sighed – knowing he was gonna be mad.

“I told you not to wear those heels!”

He glared – now mad with you.

“Oh, I’m sorry – I didn’t exactly get to stop by at home to grab shoes before going on the run!”

You answered sarcastically.

“Don’t talk back to me. I’m only looking out for you. You really need to take more precautions!”

He warned.

You knew he was mad.

“I cannot go bare feet!”

You still stubbornly scowled –  knowing what he was picking at how you failed to escape multiple times during their time in Hydra and how he as the Winter Soldier always dragged her back kicking and screaming.

“Well, at the light’s still there, princess!

He grumbles and grabs you by the wrist. He pulls her along with a grumpy looking glare.

“We don’t have time for this. I have to keep you safe!”

He mutters, that was something he always said – but Bucky himself didn’t know why he was keeping you safe.

He didn’t know he came running to you – when he was freed from the mind control.

But here you were now.

You simply rolled your eyes and followed him to a farmers’ market.

He glances over at you.

“Why can’t you just listen to me for a change!”

Bucky sounded exhausted and anxious – he walks fast with you still holding your hand and you were trying to keep up with his pace.

Once again – stubborn as ever you didn't answer. The farmers’ market was large, with lots of stands and stalls, some selling fruit, spices/herbs, meat, or vegetables, others selling handmade crafts.

You easily got distracted with handmade crafts and toys.

Bucky looked – noticing how you got easily distracted, he just sighs an tries to not get annoyed.

He notices as your eyes were filled wonder, even glancing at your hair too.

You seem to have a soft, sweet face with the eyes of an angel.

“Why cant you just stay focused for once Y/N. . .”

He said – being a hypocrite as he found himself, getting distracted by you.

Before his eyes dart around nervously as they search for any threats. He seems on edge – always looking around as he looks for Hydra members or even agents.

He then went over to the fruit vendors – still keeping a close eye on you while spoke in Romanian trying buy a few plums for you and him.

You then picked up a little wooden carved wolf smiling at it as Bucky looks at the fruits.

Bucky glares at you – you smile and your beauty makes him stop and stare for a few moments.

“Y/N, put that down. We don't have time for that.”

He said – now coming back over to you.

“I told you we're on the run and we can’t risk letting the enemy find either of us.”

He whispers – now close enough only you could hear him.

You sighed, a small pout on your lips as you put back the carved wolf.

Then spots a grumpy unhappy looking plushie bear.

“Oh look! It's you!”

You said – picking up the blue grumpy looking plushie bear.

“Put that down you brat! We don’t have time for this!”

He looks at you – there was a look of annoyance and frustration.

Bucky was also nervous as he looks for any signs of a threat – and he glances at the plushie.

He thinks of it as a waste of time.

“I’m buying it!”

You said to Bucky.

“No, you aren't. Put it down. It’s a waste of good money!”

He tries to reach for the plushie to take it from you.

“It’s not wasting if I love it!”

You said – cradling it protectively close.

“It is also wasting since we’re on the run and it’s not the time for toys!”

He seems annoyed as he tries and snatch the plushie bear away from her.

 “Ooo, ok blue bear, I’m gonna call you Bucky!"

You hugged the plushie bear.

“Stop it you brat! You are so annoying!”

Bucky said annoyed – but he thinks you looked adorable.

Though it made him roll his eyes – when she insisted call a plushie by his name.

You just held it protectively close.

“Give it to me!”

Bucky tried to forcefully take it from you.

You held it protectively – “no!”

You scowled.

Bucky tried to take the plushie away, he grabs the plushie’s arm as he tries to force it away from you as you tried to protect it.

 “Give it here kid!”

“I’m 25, not a kid!”

You argued – though it seemed hilarious right now.

“You are acting like one.”

He glares at you – still holding onto the plushie’s arm as he refuses to give it to you.

“No!”

You said again.

It was then Bucky spots a few familiar looking agents up ahead behind her.

Bucky seems to pause – then glances again over at the agents, who are still unaware of their presence.

He looks back at you.

“We need to get out of here!”

He tries to move you in a direction, but you were still holding onto the stupid plushie.

You frowned looking behind yourself – your eyes widened and she froze seeing the familiar Hydra general blending in with the crowd in casual clothes as he and his men were seemingly looking for them.

Bucky grabs the plushie, tossing it aside – then grabs your hand and pulls you in a different direction.

He is now trying to act fast as he leads you away from the general and agents. He seems to be on edge as he eyes dart back and forth quickly trying to find a safe place.

"Just..."

You looked around then at Bucky – if the acted casual too blending in with the crowd, they wouldn’t be spotted.

"Blue, put your arm around me and pretend to laugh at something I said!"

You say seeing more agents – the former nickname you had for him slipping out in the mist of the situation.

Bucky has an annoyed look on his face – but he still decides to follow your plan for the moment – seeing how it made sense.

So he puts his arm around you and pretend to laugh at something you said.

“Heh. . .Heh, Heh heheh. . . Very funny. . .”

He said – and you almost had to stop from laughing out loudly yourself at how horrible that sounded.

So you simply rolled her eyes amused – seemingly their role-playing worked as the agents paid them no attention and walked past without noticing either of them.

“You need to work for on your acting skills though!”

You said – once they passed.

“I’m not an actor. I'm a super soldier, princess. . .”

He mutters – annoyed by your comment as he seems to be on edge – always looking around nervously.

“We’re still not safe. . .”

You rolled your eyes again at his former words – “anyways let’s go!”

Bucky was still seemingly on edge as he follows you.

He keeps looking behind him to see if they are still being followed.

His blue eyes were darting around nervously.

You had almost tripped onto the escalators – again because of your heeled boots.

Bucky scowling seeing almost trip again – but he still tries not to yell at you as he glares and sighs, shaking his head.

“You really need to get some new shoes, doll. . .”

He keeps his eyes darting around as he follows you.

You were going to answer – but her eyes widened as you saw a few agents taking the opposite side of the escalator – but you were crowded in you and couldn't move.

Bucky stops and freezes as he spots them too.

“Crap. . . We have to go.”

He tries pull you away in a different direction – his eyes dart around nervously as he looks for any escape routes.

The escalators were too close – you’d be spotted.

You looked around then suddenly said to Bucky – “kiss me!”

Bucky pauses and his eyes dart to you as he looks at you in disbelief.

He blinks in surprise.

 “What?”

He says confused – nervous, an unsure of what to do.

“Why?”

He says, seeming a bit skeptical of your plan.

“Physical displays of affection make people uncomfortable!”

You said blurt out – knowing the agents will look away seeing a couple kiss.

Bucky still seems unsure of it but he looks at you with the most serious expression.

He sighs and thinks about it for a second as he makes a hard decision.

“. . . Okay. . .”

He says as he slowly leans towards you to kiss you – he still has a annoyed look on his face but tries to relax.

He kisses you softly and he sighs.

He still feels annoyed about your plan – but he seems a bit relieved that they didn't get caught by the agents as he looks at you.

He’s still not sure if he likes you or not– j but he still seems to really enjoy the kiss.

You both then slowly pull away the moment the agents were out of sight.

But stops kissing you – the look of annoyance reappearing.

“You’re crazy.”

He sighs and rubs his face – “. . .I can’t believe I kissed you. . .”

“Oh please, it’s not I like just kissed Richard Madden or something!”

You grumbled sarcastically – as you reached the floor.

He looked at you with the same serious expression – but it quickly changes into a pissed off expression.

“. . .What? Richard, who?”

Bucky sounds agitated as he looks at you.

He’s not only annoyed by what you said – but the kiss. He tries to put the kiss out of his mind.

“Richard Madden. . .? The British actor. . .?” You said “You know the guy who played in Bodyguard or even prince charming in the live action Cinderella!”

“I don't care about no British actor we just kissed!”

He scoffs as he glances away angrily.

“. . .And?”

You ask – raising an eyebrow.

Bucky was shocked by your response as he looks at you in disbelief.

“You’re. . . You’re not embarrassed?”

He asks.

“Well. . . yes. . . but hey, it got us out of there!”

You said.

“. . .Right.”

He grumbles looks away as is pissed. He rubs his face in annoyance again and he just tries to forget about it.

“What?”

You ask – seeing the annoyed grumpy expression on his face.

“Nothing. . . Nothing at all. Just shut up and stop talking about Ricker Maddened.”

He grumbles – getting you both back out into streets again.

“Richard Madden.”

You corrected him.

“And – I don’t care.”

He grumbles under his breath.

You just rolled your eyes as he quickly pulled you back into the apartment – that kiss continuously replaying his mind. . .

He’d be lying if he said – the warmth of your lips against his didn’t feel good or made his heart race. . .

Perhaps, there was a reason why he came for you. . .

tagging everyone who was interested in the first part ( One more part then the story will be finished ):

@kiekiekiki @ijustneedpopcorn @geminigengar @batsyforyou </3

PART 1 | PART 2

And yes - I used references from catws xD

[aziraphales-library]

Hi folks, new here. Do you know if there are fic with Aziraphale seeing everyone love "aura" except for Crowley? Also, there are fic like this for Crowley? 

It's nice to find a place like an archive for gomens fic. Thank you for creating it.

Hello. We have some aura fics here, and you might also be interested in our #aziraphale can sense love tag for similar kind of fics. Here are some more fics about their auras...

Aura of love by Endless_Torment (G)

Crowley, despite being a demon, has always exuded a particularly strong aura of love.

A Light In The Dark by entanglednow (T)

Even after six thousands years, Crowley still hasn't discovered all of Aziraphale's secrets.

oh, your love is sunlight by Mallowleaf (G)

Crowley sought out warmth in his own time. He lingered by fireplaces, brushing his hand out to grab the sparks that leapt from the logs. He basked in the light of the sun, face turned upwards at the sky. He lost himself in crowds of people, drawing heat from contact with their flushed skin as he passed. But by far the greatest source of warmth came from a rather unexpected source - Aziraphale himself. (OR crowley can't handle the cold, but thankfully there's a certain angel who can help him stay warm)

Parting Gift by Aliencritters (T)

“Crowley, you don’t have to lie to me any more,” he said. “There’s something wrong, I can feel it in your aura.” “Just— just leave me, angel,” Crowley said. “You don’t need to see this. I can get through it alone.” “Get through what alone?” Aziraphale asked desperately. — OR: Crowley suffers from chronic pain, and Aziraphale eventually finds out at a suboptimal time. He helps Crowley through it, and they learn something about each other.

Be Cool, Relax, Get Hip by amamini (T)

“If all is correct, this should take away any outward characteristics of your angelic nature, while still allowing you miracles and such. And it will keep you hidden from prying occult forces.” Aziraphale uncorked the vial. “Well, I wouldn’t say Heaven is occult, it’s ethereal.” Gabriel’s face fell somewhat. “I didn’t mean Heaven, Aziraphale. Demons wouldn’t be able to sense you.” Aziraphale raised his eyebrows. “Oh. That’s interesting.” In which Heaven can’t find out that an angel and a demon are in love, but what would they care about a demon going on dates with a(n angel disguised as a) human?

Sunlight or Demise by verovex (T)

Anathema had once said she couldn’t see Adam’s aura, and it should’ve been more of a red flag, but the reality was it had just been so large she couldn’t see it for what it was. For Crowley, it was the same thing with trying to see reciprocation from Aziraphale. * The enormity of love was, by all accounts, indecipherable. Aziraphale had known what love felt like in this world. At least, he thought he understood it. He felt it all around him. He always had. Sometimes, it was stronger in particular places than in others. But, there was something blurred about it all if you looked too close. He’d realized that Heaven never felt like this, yet it’s where you were taught that it should exist. Aziraphale had started to wonder. He couldn’t decide when the thought first came around that perhaps the love he felt had actually been what was sifting between him and Crowley. At some point, it was easier to be humbled by the complacency of what they’d always been showing each other than outright admitting it for what it was. But that wasn't enough anymore.

- Mod D

[hmshermitcraft]

Grian is used to being covered in layers and layers of disguising magic. It's an awful feeling, like being caked in dirt, but he's terrifying to look. The very embodiment of apocalypse is not an attractive form to have, nor an easy one to live around. Even in ways you wouldn't expect. He has sharp senses to hunt and destroy everything, but that means that existing in most worlds is overwhelming. People are too loud, he can hear heartbeats, everything is too bright. There's always a sense of death around him, from what players tell him- a feeling of doom, that, by looking at him, you've already sealed your fate.

His teeth are too big, his claws too sharp, the feeling of pure destruction always thrumming under his skin like blood.

And then he gets summoned by a group of women (that's what they're called, right? Or are player groups called men? Or is that the name of their species? He doesn't know.) He is terribly out of place, taking up all the space in the small, dinky basement they've trapped him in. He doesn't fully know what to expect, it must have been at least a millennium since he was last around anything with more life than a tree. They aren't scared, no, they're ecstatic. Cheering in a language he barely understands.

One of them, a moth-human, steps towards him, even when he slams his broad body against the old stone of the basement, she doesn't falter. She reaches up on her tiptoes and grabs his face, saying something about fixing their issues. The others are stood on the steps with various levels of relief and shock on their faces, but no hate.

It's a struggle for him to leave the basement —because whatever god made him couldn't give him the ability to teleport a few meters up— but once he does, they lead him out and tell him of some mad god destroying their server because they refused to worship him. They want Grian to kill. They promise gifts if he does, but he denies them. He is far too used to seeing gods ruin things, even using him as a threat and attack dog, so it's nice to turn the tables.

Even after he's done, the god dead, the moth-woman stills has him stay. She drags (well, walks and asks him to follow, and he is too desperate for a sense of friendship to deny her) him to a big dark cave, with a mess of beds and clothes. She apologizes for it not looking nicer, for being messy, but he just enjoys the coziness. It's not a familiar feeling. And once he's curled up to rest in this cave for another thousand years, the moth comes back with her own pillows and blankets and rests against, telling him that he'll be "made official tomorrow."

He's scared. These people, the few others he saw besides the women, are bright and happy and human and he knows he'd ruin it. But he can't bring himself to leave. Not when this player (Pearl, she says before she snores on him. Her name is Pearl.) is soft against him, or calls him G because she forgot his full name, or gives him a few berries to snack on.

He is already too deep in the need to be around them, to have them run their fingers in his hair and tap his claws rhythmically, to want to leave. Maybe he can have a home here. Maybe he can be something other than the end of the world.

He really, really hope Pearl wants him just as much.

At first, he does try sleeping a thousand years. But he's woken in the morning, and dragged outside and the people there... They celebrate him. He is given a plot of land to call his own (Pearl tells him he can still hang out in the cave, though.) They emphasise that he doesn't have to stay, and he'd always be welcomed back if he went.

They imply he might have somewhere to go back to. Grian lets them believe it.

He tries new foods. They play games with him. Pearl remains at his side, always smiling up at him. She'll check in on him in quiet, subtle ways that Grian doesn't know what to do with.

She's the one who starts planning his house with him. She's the one who wrinkles her nose when he suggests the disguising magic for their convenience ("Only if it's for your comfort" was her response. Grian wishes he understood these people.)

She still sleeps with him in the cave. She claims it's because he's comfortable, calls him the best bed she's ever had.

Grian falls asleep each night looking forward to waking up in the morning.

[meabh-mcinness]

Dance With Me

Narnia x Fem!Reader

When Iruma becomes scared by "Fenrir", it isn't Amaryllis that comes to save him, but an unknown woman instead. An unknown woman who is quite unhappy with the way her partner is acting and isn't afraid to show who exactly is in charge in their relationship.

No TW! I think? Well Narnia gets choked a little, but it's nothing serious, so I think it's fine?

I'm actually not entirely happy with this one and might come back to it in the future.

"If, by some horrible mistake, a mere human were to gain power and...let's see, For example, sneak in here, pretending to be a demon. It would be so disgusting, I would puke." Fenrir leaned over, crowding Iruma's space as he continued ranting.

Iruma's eyes widened as he saw hands reach out from beside Fenrir, across his broad chest that was suddenly reminding Iruma far too much of Atori-sensei. Brief flashbacks ran through his mind of the tall, slim teacher with far too many hands before he realized the hands weren't reaching for him, or even coming from Fenrir himself. Instead, Fenrir continued on asking a question that Iruma's mind couldn't comprehend at the moment as the hands reached past the fur collar of his jacket and gripped his tie. One hand had reached up to grip the knot firmly, while the other grabbed the lower part of the tie before yanking the knot roughly.

A startled choking sound came out of the answer expecting guard, his eyes widening in surprise, large hands immediately going to grasp over the smaller ones. His mouth turned to a snarl, fangs barred as he turned towards the source before immediately snapping his mouth shut again, eyes widening even further when he saw who exactly had dared to do this.

"Disgusting, you say? Would make you puke, would it?" The more she spoke, the more her anger seemed to spill out in waves, as Fenrir's already pale skin grew whiter, pointed ears drooping down in fear. Vaguely, an image appeared in Iruma's mind of a wolf cowering before its angry alpha.

Iruma's eyes felt rather like bulging as well though as he took in the beautiful woman, dressed up in a dark purple gown that reminded him of butterflies from the human world, beside them giving Fenrir an even prettier smile and yet still practically oozing danger. It made Iruma's hair stand on edge, and was rather glad that he was not the recipient of the look on her face. At this moment, he wasn't certain if even his grandfather would dare to stand up to such barely disguised wrath that was on this foreign woman's face.

"Bad dog," she continued after a moment, smile still painted dangerously on her lips, as her eyes narrowed from behind the masquerade mask. Iruma honestly couldn't tell if he was imagining the whine that left Fenrir's body or not, as he grew visibly more upset.

"Honestly, do you really have to do this now? He's a child here to enjoy a party with his grandfather and friends, not a criminal waiting to slaughter everyone. Now quit it, you're scaring him."

"Good. He needs to be scared to understand-" A flick on his nose cut him off. He blinked in shock, nose wrinkling like a rabbit.

"Yes, yes, the Netherworld is a far more dangerous place to live than the human world. We need to always be on guard and ready for nasty little demons like yourself, just waiting to gobble us whole. I've heard the rant a million times, and I'm sure Iruma has too. Tonight, however, we are here to enjoy drinks and food and to celebrate yo-Narnia getting to be one of the thirteen crowns. Not to terrorize innocent children. Now shut up, so I can fix your damage. Unless," she paused, face transforming into faked innocence, "you would like to be known as a child bullier and have at least two crowns and one of the three greats after your head?"

An angry pout formed on Fenrir's face, arms crossing over his chest as he stared down the female before him. Her smile grew just that slightest bit into a smirk, and Iruma could faintly hear the challenge behind it. Fenrir obviously sensed it too, eyes locked onto hers, never blinking. Her eyebrow raised, upper hand tightening just a fraction. Fenrir huffed and backed down, looking away as his head tilted to the side ever so slightly. He was baring his throat, Iruma realized.

But that wasn't a demon thing, Iruma thought. All the etiquette lessons Opera had forced him through before coming here always pointed to wing baring as subservience. Displaying your neck to those above you was a human-world thing. Though, Iruma supposed, displaying your wings in such a public place with so many high rankers was probably a very bad idea. Anyone could take a shot at them. Clearly, the two knew each other, so it was probably a system they devised to get around that.

The woman turned to Iruma, he froze up, terrified to have her anger turned on him, when even the self-proclaimed number three in border patrol backed down, but instead, her smile and eyes eased, holding none of the bite she showed Fenrir.

"Hello, fellow child of man." It took a few seconds before Iruma's brain caught up to the strange salutation, but then he was bowing before the strange woman, a fierce blush crossing his face at the blunder.

"Hello! My name is Iruma!" When Iruma looked back up, he noticed the woman looking bemused but Fenrir looking around slightly panicked, before waving his hand. A wave of magic ran across Iruma's skin before settling over him.

"Quiet! Could you not expose yourselves here, of all places?" Fenrir hissed at them, "And you! Don't encourage him, we're already on thin ice with Henri. If he knew you were here, he'd pitched us both out in a heartbeat." Iruma reared back in shock, ahoge drooping at the guard's sudden berating, as the woman simply rolled her eyes.

"I don't understand...how does introducing myself expose me in some way?" They both blinked at him in surprise, before the woman's gaze softened in understanding. Fenrir on the other hand seemed to delve further in irritation, jaw opening to no doubt rant, but one subtle twitch of her fingers left him shutting it tight again.

"I take it you didn't realize we switched languages then?" she asked gently.

"Eh?" Iruma startled. Switched languages? How could that be possible, he was pretty sure the Netherworld had one united language, even across countries. And the only other language he knew was - oh.

'Hello, fellow child of man,' his mind repeated. It wasn't 'Hello fellow child of a man', but rather, 'Hello fellow human'. Iruma's jaw dropped in surprise.

There was another human in the Netherworld. Another human is living and by the looks of it even thriving in the world of demons.

He wasn't alone.

"You-You're a!" A gloved finger lightly covered his lips in a shushing motion before retreating again.

"I am. Though, I'd be careful blurting anything to do with that topic. I have full belief in Fen-chan's barrier," Fenrir puffed up at the praise, obviously preening from his partner's recognition, "but just because it can block sounds, doesn't mean we're scot-free. Who knows how many here can read lips or are strong enough to break through it regardless? Fen-chan is right, it wouldn't do us any good to be exposed here, of all places."

"Are there others? Besides us? Can I meet them?" Iruma watched as her eyes softened, a light sigh leaving her lips before faintly shaking her head.

"If there are, I don't know of them. I was the only one for the longest time. Until you showed up, that is.  Well, unless you count that one girl who fell in a few years back, she got captured and shipped back up almost as soon as she landed though. A lot of memories had to be erased that day."

Fenrir shuddered at the reminder. "I had to work overtime because she wouldn't calm down. Kept screaming like a harpy and kept producing things to toss at us. Would have thought she belonged to the Valac family if she wasn't so obviously a human. Never been so happy that silencing charms and barriers were a thing before."

A snort left the woman, "Yea, and then you just threw me in there with no warning for what was happening. You're lucky she spoke my native language and that I'm a good talker. Otherwise, you would had to have resorted to just straight knocking her out.  She was such an obnoxious woman, you should have done so anyway."

Fenrir let out a snort of his own, "You're more bloodthirsty towards your own kind than we are sometimes. I've told you time and again that Henri-sama says we're not allowed to do that. Something about breaking your fragile little human skulls-

"It wasn't his head she wanted to throw a rosary at! Do you know how much those tiny beads can hurt? Next time I'll let him do the talking and take all the hits and insults, while I stand back and watch unhelpfully with an occasional comment."

"I'll be sure to tell him that love."

"Go ahead and you can tell him those exact words too." She huffed out before noticing Iruma's rather lost look. "Ah, sorry, we do this at times. But the gist of it is that no, as far as we're aware there are no other humans."

Iruma nodded even as his shoulders dropped at the news. While he knew it illogical he had kinda hoped that maybe, just maybe, there was a hidden realm of humans here in the demon world. He loved it here in the Netherworld and everyone in it, but it still would have been nice to have someone to chat with about human things that the other demons just didn't seem to get.

"Hey," she said placing a hand gently on his shoulder, "I know it's probably not what you wanted to hear but it's probably for the best that we don't know of any other humans here. It hopefully means that any that have happened to pass over are blending in and staying safe. And if I find any others who want to stay like us I'll be sure to point them in your direction." She paused suddenly as if a thought came to her mind and she tilted her head at him, "You do want to stay here, right? Because if not-" Iruma interrupted her, shaking both his head and hands to stop the notion in its tracks, "No, I want to stay! I love it here and everyone is great. I've got to enjoy so many things that I couldn't before and I'm really happy here." Her gaze softened once more as she watched him continue on about the things here he loved. Giggling at his comments on food and nodding along as he went on about everyone he had met so far. She occasionally threw in some questions or comments to clarify some things and found it exceptionally entertaining to find out Kalego-sensei turned into a puffball in his familiar form; before divulging that Fenrir was her own familiar and that she was quite disappointed he didn't turn into a puffball himself, but rather a rather large version of a black maned wolf. 

"The Asmodeus's are heading this way, we should wrap this up." Fenrir suddenly said, interrupting them, staring off in the direction where everyone else was converging together socializing and dancing. 

"Well then you wicked dog," the woman turned around dragging the tie still grasped in her hand behind her, so Fenrir was forced to follow, "let us quit being a pest to this darling boy and dance with me."

From what Iruma could see, Fenrir didn't even try to fight. Instead, following obediently as if he was a dog trailing behind a leash held by an unbreakable grip, and for all Iruma knew maybe it was. Just because the lady had claimed to be a fellow human hadn't meant she actually was one. Though, the fact she could actually speak Japanese and apparently another human language was a big favour to her point. 

She stopped suddenly before turning back to Iruma, "By the way it was a pleasure meeting you Iruma. If you ever want to talk with me again, just tell Sullivan you want to get in touch with Naberius Narnia's assistant. He'll know what you mean." Before turning back around and continuing on her way to the dance floor, Fenrir still trailing obediently behind her.

"I presume I'm on the couch tonight?" Iruma heard Fenrir sigh when they were almost out of range.

"Honey, I love you but you'll be lucky if I let you sleep in the house at all for the next month after that display. I believe I saw Kalego somewhere, perhaps you should make up with him before the party ends if you wish to have a bed this night."

"Yes, dear."

Amaryllis giggled and waved hello as she walked past them towards Iruma, the still-unnamed woman gave her a cheery wave before turning her attention back to Fenrir. Azz-kun brushed past them all in a hurry to get back to Iruma's side, neatly crashing into a suddenly appearing Ameri-san as they both pulled up in front of him.

Adults were weird, Iruma decided as the two finally faded far enough away that their conversation could no longer be heard by him. Assuring both Azz-kun and Ameri-san that he was completely fine, and "No Azz-kun he didn't need him to burn anyone," his eyes darted back to the couple who had just been arguing in front of him. But as he watched the both of them smile at one another regardless as they took up a waltz that put everyone else around them to shame he couldn't help but feel as warm in his body as the look in their eyes for one another at the knowledge he now held.

He wasn't alone and if she was any indication of what his future could look like, then he was going to hold on to and fight for his ambitions even harder. Holding a hand out to Azz-kun's mom, he bowed over it slightly before rising with a determined smile.

"Would you care for a dance my lady?"

*Plays "Walk 'em like a dog sis, walk 'em like a dog" TikTok audio.*

[darcydarlingdabbles]

Two Nights, One Bed

Human Hotel Trip ~ Part 2 ~ 3k

Hazbin Hotel ₊⁺⋆ Charlastor ₊⁺⋆ Eventually Explicit

Part 1 ⚜️Part 2 ⚜️ Part 3 ⚜️ Part 4 ⚜️ Part 5 ⚜️ Part 6 ⚜️ Finale

// Alastor gets overwhelmed with the sensory overload of modern day life, and there's a special celebration at the hotel booking up all the rooms...except one. //

✧✦✧✦⚜️✧✦✧✦

The air shimmered as Charlie and Alastor stepped through the portal into a dingey alleyway. 

His eyes narrowed behind his round glasses, scanning overflowing dumpsters and scattered litter with a grimace. How pungent. 

The Princess, however, was practically vibrating with excitement. “We made it!” Her voice bounced off the brick walls. But when she turned to him, he had his smile back in place. 

“Indeed we have, my dear. Though I must say the welcome leaves something to be desired.” 

Charlie suddenly seemed to realize where they were standing only in that moment, like she hadn’t been paying attention to their environment at all. 

Alastor smirked—perhaps Angel Dust was right. He must cut a rather dapper figure,  despite being dressed down by the peanut gallery in the lobby. Still, he’d take any padding to his ego he could get. 

Though Charlie’s cotton candy pink bags might mire the effect, Alastor kept slung over his shoulder. 

“Well it’ll be better at the actually hotel then!” The blonde fumbled with her phone, pulling a map. “We just need to head this way and we’ll be on Bourbon Street!”

She rolled her suitcase, the luggage bouncing haphazardously as he followed in her wake. 

Alastor felt his heart sink when he saw what had come of his beloved Bourbon Street in the past century or so. 

Gone was the elegant promenade he remembered, replaced with a garish spectacle that assaulted every sense he had. 

Neon signs flashed from every window, turning color into cacophony. The melodious strains of jazz had been replaced with discordant ‘songs’ blaring from hidden speakers that trod all over each other. 

Then, there were the people. Alastor’s lips usually curled at being subjected to the unwashed masses—but this was ridiculous. Stumbling around in various states of undress, sloshing drinks from every size and shape of plastic contraption. 

“How, distasteful.” Alastor muttered, not realizing Charlie was standing close enough to hear him, and see how his perpetual smile strained. 

“C’mon Al,” she glanced from her blinking map up at him. “Surely you’ve seen worse in Hell?”

Alastor chuckled darkly, having dropped the filter from his voice when the stepped out into the overworld. “My dear, Hell is meant to be the cesspit of depravity and suffering.” 

They came to a stop at a cross walk with another galling flashing sign. 

“This is…” he gestured around them. “An abomination with the facade of progress.” His nose wrinkled. “And the smell! Distilled human desperation and…other excretions.” 

Out of the corner of his eye, Alastor thought he saw Charlie reach to pat his arm—before she seemed to think better of it and pulled her hand away. “I’m sorry it’s not what you remember, but hey, change can be a good thing!” 

Alastor had to constantly remind himself that this human face gave away more than he was used to. 

“We shall see.” He sighed, before forcing a wider smile. 

“That’s the spirit!” The princess said brightly. 

She grabbed the handle of her suitcase and set off across the street with a face of sheer determination. 

At least Charlie was a constant. And Alastor found himself grateful that her human disguised looked so very much like her. 

✧✦✧✦⚜️✧✦✧✦

Alastor was consumed with a wave of relief the moment they stepped into the relative quiet of the hotel’s entry way. 

Just walking down the street was fraying his nerves. His senses overwhelmed with exhaust fumes, fast food, and something sickly sweet that made his nose twitch. Every step on the sidewalk felt alien under his polished shoes. Alastor wasn’t used to feeling sweat on his skin either. 

The relative quiet and calm of the breezeway was a welcome balm—but short lived. 

“Oh, this is so classy!” Charlie exclaimed, her eyes sparkling as she took in the Art Deco decor.

Alastor, however, was thinking that if he still had his proper ears, they would be plastered flat to his head. People darted around them, the lobby was crowded and the demon’s eyes tracked every movement, his smile growing more strained by the second. 

The Princess’s eyes seemed to clear long enough to take in the humans all around them, prancing around in costume, heels clacking on the marble floors. 

“Wait a minute, did I bring us to the right year?” She blinked, pressing her hellphone to her chest, like she was worried the technology was out of place. 

“I assure you we are in the right time.” Alastor said from between his teeth. 

He nodded towards a group of human women sashaying past. Their feather boas trailed behind them like molting birds, rhinestones glittered flamboyantly on their dresses, and their makeup had been applied with the elegance of a trowel. 

“How can you be sure?” She stage-whispered as she stepped closer to his side.

“Because, my dear,  that is a caricature of the class of my time. A crude approximation of elegance. ” he kept his voice low but tinged with disdain. “No self-respecting lady would be caught dead looking like that.” 

“Isn’t that a tad bit judgmental.” Charlie gave huff, looking up at him. 

“You mean coming from me?” Alastor’s grin finally widened, a hint of his mischievous self returning. “Yes, it is. I may have been a scoundrel even in my day, but I was a scoundrel with impeccable taste.” 

Charlie didn’t look remotely mollified, so Alastor added, “And I can feel those infernal hand-held devices buzzing from every corner of this atrium.” 

“Oh, thank goodness.” She pulled her phone back from her chest, “Then we should be just in time to check into our room!” 

If Alastor didn’t hate every second he’d spent in the human world since they’d arrived, he might just find her squeal of delight charming. 

Just as he started to follow Charlie’s suitcase through the crowded lobby, a man in an ill-fitting suit stepped in front of the princess. 

“Hey doll, how you doin’?” He tipped his hat to Charlie with an exaggerated flourish. 

Alastor’s eye twitched. 

“Oh, uh, hello. Do you work here.” Charlie fumbled, taking a step back and bumping into her suitcase. Closer to Alastor. 

“That’s not a fedora, you moron.” He said as he leaned between the princess and the fool of a would-be-suitor. “It’s a trilby, and you’re wearing it incorrectly.” 

“You got a problem there, father time?” The human looked him up and down, and the disguised demon couldn’t help but smirk.

That was an insult in his time, and this pathetic mortal had no idea how much older Charlie was than him. 

“Al,” Charlie warned under her breath, making him take a steadying inhale through his nose. 

“Not at all, merely making an observation my good…fellow.” 

The human folded his arms, showing how truly ill-fitted his suit was, before he turned his leering attention back on charlie. “Say toots, how about you and me go out on a toot? I promise it’ll be the cat’s pajamas.” He asked, his voice a grating attempt at a transatlantic accent. Worse, he ended it with a wink. 

Rage surged in the demon’s chest. Fierce as any he’d felt when he was the one being insulted. 

Without further thought, he stepped between Charlie and her suitor, brown eyes turned burning red and his grin stretching inhumanly wide as he whispered. “I could eviscerate you in seconds, and it would be a pleasure.” 

The mortal fell back on his ass. “I gotta—gotta scram.” He stammered, fleeing with a squeak across the marble. 

The satisfaction the Radio Demon felt was delicious as it was fleeting. 

“Alastor!” Charlie hissed, grabbing his arm and pulling him back as he righted his face. “No threatening to kill humans while were on Earth! We agreed!” 

“My apologies dear. Old habits die hard.” 

“Promise me.” 

Alastor held his growl of frustration behind his teeth, but she put her hands on her hips with a determination clear on her face. She would wait him out. And wasn’t sure he could out-stubborn Charlie. 

An admirable quality, in any other situation. 

“Very well,” Alastor acquiesced, though his tone was petulant. “I promise.” 

“Thank you.” Charlie said brightly, with a satisfied nod. 

“Though, as a demon I surely do not count. ” He reasoned. “So when I ask you to kill me now…since I’m already in hell, after all. ” 

“This is going to be fun, don’t be so dramatic!” Charlie beamed, grabbing his arm to pull him toward the check-in desk. “Wait, who am I talking to?” 

“Drama incarnate, darling.” Alastor let out a genuine laugh at Charlie’s realization. 

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Charli’s smile faded the longer she spent haggling with the harried-looking clerk behind the counter. 

“I’m so sorry, but there’s been a mix-up with your reservation.” The woman explained, her eyes on neither of them and her fingers flying over her keyboard. “We’re hosting a Roaring Twenties Bash and we’re overbooked.” 

“What?” Charlie’s voice cracked with disappointment. “But I confirmed everything yesterday!”

Alastor remained silent beside her, his perpetual smile fixed in place, but his lips pressed tight together. She could tell he was focusing intently on not letting anything slip. 

Charlie took a breath to compose herself. “Are there any other rooms, please?” She asked, her tone gentle but pleading.

The clerk’s expression softened. “Well…I might be able to get you a room on the top floor—I’ll make sure it’s the same price.Would that work?”

“Oh, yes, that would be great!” The blonde bounced where she was leaned against the counter, her faith in just asking nicely renewed. 

“Wonderful,” the clerk said, tapping a few more buttons, before surprising the princess by setting two actual, physical keys on the countertop. “These will let you two into the honeymoon suite.”

A burst of static suddenly filled the air, drowning out the soft jazz playing in the lobby, making several humans glare at the speakers like they were causing the offense. 

Charlie winced, recognizing the source immediately. She glanced at Alastor, whose smile had become decidedly strained.

“Honeymoon suite?” The blonde squeaked, her cheeks flushing. “Are you, I mean. Surely there’s at least one other room—”

“It’s all we have available,” the clerk interrupted apologetically. “I hope that won’t be a problem?”

Charlie forced a smile like the bristling demon next to her. “No, no problem at all. Thank you so much!”

As they made their way to the elevator, Charlie whispered, “Are you okay, Al?”

“Perfectly fine,” Alastor replied, his voice tight. 

And Charlie wasn’t remotely convinced. 

The gilded elevator doors opened and it was blessedly empty as they stepped inside with their baggage. But before they could close again, and before Charlie could decide how she was going to reassure Alastor about their sleeping situation—a crowd of humans and their luggage cart pushed into the elevator. 

Alastor’s posture went rigid as they were forced carelessly into a tight corner, and Charlie’’s heart raced. She could feel the murderous intent radiating off him like hellfire.

“Hey, Al, it’s okay.” She murmured, careful to tuck her hands behind her so she didn’t reach to touch him on instinct. “Just focus on me, there are only three floors and we’re—” 

His gaze locked onto Charlie’s, just before the elevator gave a rickety jolt and a human and their luggage cart bumped hard into the demon’s back. 

Alastor stumbled forward, pressing her into the elevator’s corner, before he managed to brace his hand beside her her head. 

Charlie’s breath caught in her throat, meeting the man’s grimace with wide golden eyes. 

“My…apologies.” Alastor’s voice was strained, despite the fact that he couldn’t move—unless he used his powers. 

Charlie barely heard him over the hammering in her chest. He was towering over her in his distractingly, invitingly human face, so close she could see now that his brown skin had a dusting of freckles over his nose and under his glasses. 

“It’s okay,” she whispered, cursing the heat rising in her cheeks. 

After what felt like an eternity suspended between them, where she didn’t think either one of them were breathing, the elevator dinged. 

They exited quickly when they got to their floor, Charlie leading down the hall to their room at the very end. She fumbled with the key, acutely aware of Alastor’s silent, thrumming presence behind her. 

As the door swung open, Charlie’s eyes widened. 

Alastor stepped in behind her, his eyebrows raising slightly. “Well,” he mused, “this isn’t entirely unfortunate.”

The room was a blend of elegant Art Deco design and modern amenities. Small for a suite, but this was a historical hotel on Bourbon Street. Soft, ambient lighting cast a warm glow over the polished surfaces and rich fabrics. Charlie’s gaze was immediately drawn to the chandelier, its crystals casting intricate patterns on the walls.

“It’s beautiful!” Charlie gushed, running her hand over the plush loveseat in the suite, though her eyes watched Alastor as he moved around the room. Graceful as ever, but with a critical eye surveying every detail. 

“It is…tolerable.” He admitted. “Not near as…gaudy as I feared.” He strode to the French doors opposite the bed, pulling open the opulent, floor-length curtains with a flourish. 

Charlie’s smile waned just a touch as her eyes fell on the one, solitary, admittedly large bed. “Oh, um, about the sleeping arrangements…” she let the sentence dangle, wondering, if after that moment in the elevator. 

“Not to worry, my dear.” Alastor inerjected smoothly, without turning his attention from the swarming street below. “I will take the sofa.”

Charlie frowned, eyeing the deep green love seat. It was stylish of course, but decidedly small. “Are you sure Al? You’re pretty tall even as a human. Won’t you be uncomfortable?”

The wistful look across the Radio Demon’s face was quickly hidden as she approached him, his lips still pressed even as he kept his smile composed. 

“A gentleman would never dream of taking the bed from a lady, it simply wouldn’t do.” He chuckled, though she noticed how his voice slipped into that tinny sound. 

“Well, there’s another option.” Charlie started, biting her lip as she sat back on the end of the bed, sinking into the thick comforter just slightly. “It’s huge, I mean, we could…share?”

A soft static crackled through the air between them. 

“Well, I do believe I just felt my mother turning in her grave.” He laughed, high and harsh and distorted, his eyes turning back to the French doors, his hand resting on the curling door handles. But he never opened them. “It goes against every ounce of civility she impressed upon me in my youth. Besides,” beneathe the jovial tone, Charle thought she heard a hint of genuine discomfort. “I hardly need to sleep anyway. How fortunate!” 

“You know you’re in a human form right now. Things might be a little different.” Charlie frowned at his rigid back. The sun was starting to set outside, but not enough for her to catch the reflection of his face in the doors’ glass panes

Alastor let out a scoff a the very notion that he didn’t have perfect control over the mortal flesh he occupied. 

“Alright, I’m sorry for pushing.” Charlie wrapped her arms loosely around herself, coming up to his side to take in the view. 

Bourbon Street was bustling away below them, undaunted by the setting sun and even getting more crowded. Lights flashed, and muffled music blaired. 

“I’m sorry this isn’t quite what you expected.” Charlie voiced softly. 

Without thinking, she leaned towards Alastor, bumping against his pressed white sleeve, trying to offer some comfort before she could remember herself. 

The demon flinched at the contact, and the princess pulled back at once. 

“Oh, I’m sorry I forgot—” She stammered. 

But, to her surprise, Alastor relaxed. “It’s quite alright.” His hand stayed unmoving on the door handle, but she swore he leaned incrementally back to her. “No harm done.” He murmured, the Radio Demon’s voice uncharacteristically gentle.

Charlie stared at him, shocked by this little allowance of her being close. They were touching, actually close enough for her to feel the tension in the slender muscle of his bicep. 

She couldn’t recall Alastor ever allowing this. It felt like a sort of silent breakthrough, and she had to go with it. 

“Would you…” Charlie bit her lip, but she had to ask. “…want to look for any information about what happened to her, your mother, while we’re here?”

She expected a new wave of tension, perhaps even to lose her balance when he stepped away from her, repelled by her ‘bleeding heart.’

To Charlie’s surprise, Alastor’s posture relaxed. His gaze stayed fixed on the bustling street below. 

“No, thank you.” The man said softly. “I caused my mother enough grief in life, since the very day I was born. It would hardly do for me to disturb her after death.”

Charlie opened her mouth  once. “I’m sure you didn’t—”

“Oh, but I did” His smile took on a wry tone. “A beautiful blonde woman of wealth and status in turn-of-the-century Lousianna, becoming a mother to a…child like myself…it cost her everything but her spirit.”

Charlie’s face fell, seeing the ghost of his reflection now in the panes of glass. His medium skin, brown eyes, and dark hair. 

“I’m sorry…I can’t imagine how difficult that was.” Her heart aching for the young Alastor she’d never known. 

“Oh, we managed,” Alastor said airily. “I worked during the day, you see, and conducted my radio show,” he chuckled. “And other, extracurricular activities, at night.”

Charlie’s curiosity piqued. “What kind of work did you do?”

Alastor turned to her then, his smile stretching wide in a way that sent a shiver down the princess’s spine. “Why, I was an apprentice to the local butcher.” 

The way he said it, with such relish, made Charlie wonder if there was more to that simple statement than met the eye. 

But she didn’t dare ask, not when Alastor had shared more of himself in these few minutes than he had in all the time she’d known him in Hell.

⚜️ Part 3 ~ Room Service ⚜️

[ghosty-writer]

𝔗𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱

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Chapter two ~ chapter three ~ chapter four 

The day that Lucifer met Aurora he met her a few times as a white snake that he had been disguising himself as as she talks to him. But one day he was with Lilith she asked him if he wanted to meet around. He happily said yes as he was a bit afraid because she only saw him in his snake not in his regular self. But he was happy that he would get to meet her as his Wings spread out as he was happy. Lilith only laughs at his happiness as she starts to adore him.

But Lilith herself noticed that Aroura was always alone even if she was with Adam. She was the kindest person she ever met but lately, she just seems down. When she mentioned Lucifer she saw the smile but her eyes were different she knew that she was happy for her but her eyes gave a bit of sadness even if she tried her best to hide it. So this will be a good opportunity for her a Lucifer to meet and be friends.

Lately, she has noticed her feelings towards Lucifer and it keeps growing and she knows that Lucifer feels the same about her. She knows that Adam was made for her and she was made for him but it's not working as Adam is cocky and thinks that he is the man of everything as he tries to control everything the best he could.

"You know Lucifer she's not that bad plus she doesn't act like he'd brother" Lilith got closer to him as she had her hand on his chest.

Lucifer noticed this and smirked as he felt pride in himself as she got closer to him.

"And I think you be a good help for her as you and her have the same interest in some things," she said as she looked him in the eye and smiled.

" well I have to go the sun is going down and have to make sure that Aurora and Adam haven't killed each other," she said as she kissed him near his lips as she moved always.

"You sure you can't stay a little longer," Lucifer says as she grabs her hand pulled her closer to him.

"Oh Lucifer I wish I could but I know if I stay I won't go back," she said as she looked at him.

"But I'm serious about them killing each other They may be twins, but they sure argue a lot and be surprised they both have a little anger problem," she said as he sighed he knew that she was right as he noticed Aurora's little flare up when something doesn't go right and the bonus was her cursing which he never thought that he ever hear her say but he has to remember that she is Adam sister.

"Finee" he let go of her as he saw her walk away from him now alone. He had always hated being alone ever since he was first made with his brother, even if they were born on different days or years. He was a twin so he wasn't alone.

This also causes him to feel pity for Aurora, despite her having a twin, making him take responsibility for her loneliness and be her friend.

~

A few days passed Lucifer had been busy in Haven but this day he was anxious he was finally gonna formally meet Aurora in person. He had been so worried about her not liking him off the bat like how he met Adam before without Lilith with him and that didn't end up well when she came now to this day they both dislike each other.

now Lucifer was waiting for Lilith to come with Aurora as he sat on an apple tree. he has so much in his mind and more ideas lately he had been thinking that humans should have free will to do anything but before he could think any further Lilith called his name.

"Lucifer" she called his name and with her was Aurora he looked around wondering where this Lucifer person that Lilith wanted her to meet was.  at this moment the name did sound familiar she thought about. It took a while but now she remembered that Adam mentioned the name in one of his vents where she was half listening.

Before she was going to say something a person with wings was right in front of her he had blonde hair and gold eyes and his skin was pale but his height towered her as she was around the hight of 5'5 and he was around 6'0 feet and Lilith was the hight of 5'10  taller than her.

"MY my my what do we get here Lilith," he said while Lilith giggled as he grabbed Aurora's hands and kissed them but she tilted her head on why he kissed her hands. Lilith looked at Aurora she saw her  confused face and she could see why she never really had any interactions  with men other than  Adam

"I'm Lucifer it's a pleasure to meet you," he said as he still had her hands.

"ahh I'm A..Aurora" she stuttered as she introduced she pulled her hands back to herself even though she felt confused but she felt flustered but she didn't understand why she felt that way.

"I had so much about you from Lilith," he said with excitement

"I hope good thing," she said as she crossed her arms and looked at Lilith with a knowing smile But all she saw was Lilith giggle and this made her happy.

"you know I never seen one of your people up front but I had seen them around" she explained as she looked at his wings fascinated about them.  him around and Litith sat under a tree that near them.

"of yeah I remember you telling me you that time. you kind of got sad because you saw them and flew always before you say anything to them" Lilith said as Lucifer knew why they left. normally he wasn't even supposed to be here talking to them as they were the first human and was supposed to look after them.

"Lilith you didn't have to bring that up" Aurora whined as Lilith and Lucifer laughed.

"Well Normally angels we not really supposed to be talking to you but mostly watch over you but where's the fun in that" Lucifer explained

"Ohh that's why some of them fly away when I notice them," she said with acknowledgment. But for some reason, she knew that he was going to be her best friend.

And with that Lucifer was glad that he met Aurora through the conversation they both laughed and made jokes which made Lilith laugh so much that her stomach hurt.

Lilith was glad that Aurora was happier she felt like she made the right move letting her meet Lucifer.

As the time went faster the three of them didn't know that the sun was going down until Aurora noticed.

"Lilith I think we should go before Adam starts looking for me," she said as she and Lilith got up while Lucifer shook his head in agreement"

"Well I'm glad that we met Lucifer," she said while hugging Lilith as she smiled.

"It's not a problem I'm glad I met someone new who has wonderful ideas but I should take my leave too," Lucifer said with excitement as he watched her and Lilith leave as he flew.

Now that he made Aroura laugh and smile and became a friend to her he was now committed

on the bus idea of being the one to make her smile.

But can it last?

Note{ I know i haven't posted in while but I'm be post as much as i can. Also made Lucifer taller.}

[spacecadet-ticklesinspace]

Tickletober Day 19: Secret

Fandom: Barbie (post movie)

Pairing: Allan and Ken (platonic)

Summary: Allan is keeping a secret. Ken won't have it.

(This is set after the Barbie movie that came out last August ❤️ :) These two dolls have a special place in my heart ❤️ :))

"Allan!" Ken grabbed his friend's shoulder. "I need you tell me something."

"Sure buddy, what's up?" Allan asked.

Ken leaned closer. "Barbie's been acting strange."

"The one who left our world for the human world?"

"To become an official human yes. She's been acting very very strange." Ken lowered his voice to a whisper. "And I think she's hiding something from me."

"Why would she hide something from you? You're like her best friend."

"I know, and that's what makes me very very concerned for her."

Allan's eyes went wide. "Do you think she's in trouble?"

"I don't know, but my radar is tingling."

"Ken, I'm sure she's fine." Allan's eyes shifted to the side. "She's probably just busy."

Ken pushed his friend's face back toward him so he could study it closely. "Tell me again what you just said again."

"Uh . . . She's fine. She's probably just busy."

"What are you looking at?"

"Why do you---?"

"Your eyes are doing the shifty thing."

Allan's eyebrows furrowed together. "The shifty thing?"

"Yes the shifty thing."

"What shifty thing?"

"The shifty thing where you look off to the side instead of looking at me."

"I'm not---."

Ken pointed at his friend's eyes. "You're doing it right now."

Allan backed away from his friend. "I think you're being paranoid Ken."

"I am not!" Ken grabbed his shirt. "My friend Barbie is in possible danger in the real world and you seem to be hiding something from me."

Allan pulled himself out of Ken's grip. "You're just crazy."

Ken followed his friend as he walked away. "Did she tell you something?"

"I don't know."

"Is it something I shouldn't know?"

"I don't know."

"Then why are your eyes shifting?"

Allan paused. "Probably because you're making me very uncomfortable."

Ken finally noticed how close he was and took a step back.

"Look, whatever it is, I'm sure has a good reason for keeping it a secret. You know how she is about parties."

Ken's head perked up. "Party?"

Allan's eyes went wide.

"Who said anything about a party?"

"Uh. . ."

"Allan, what do you know?"

"I . . . u-uh---."

A moment later, Allan bolted.

"Hey!" Ken was immediately on his heels. "Get back here!"

Allan let out a scream as he raced around the corner and past groups of Barbies and Kens staring after him with puzzled looks on their faces.

The two went around town with Allan desperately trying to keep away from his friend. Yet no matter which way he turned or what disguise he tried, Ken always managed to find him.

Allan ducked into a nearby alleyway. He was aiming for one of the pink dumpsters when he was tackled from behind. The two landed with Ken on top of Allan.

"You okay?" Ken asked his friend.

"I'm okay." Allan pushed his friend's shoulders. "Just get off me please."

Ken pinned Allan's wrists by his sides. "Not until you tell me about what is going on with Barbie."

"But I don't know anything!"

"Oh yes you do. Why else would you mention the word party without anyone else mentioning the word party."

"Uh . . . It was an accident?"

"No it wasn't." Ken leaned closer. "So tell me what you know."

"Nothing!"

Ken blinked slowly. "You have exactly three seconds to tell what you know or I'm breaking out the secret weapon."

"The secret weapon?"

"Yes the secret weapon Allan."

Allan whispered to his friend. "I thought we Ken's agreed not to use noogies after the last beach battle."

"I'm not talking about a noogie Allan. Not even I'm low enough to do something that extreme."

"Then what are you going to do to me?"

"If you don't tell me what you know, I will tickle you."

Allan gasped. "You wouldn't!"

"Try me. Three."

"Ken I---."

"Two."

"I can't!"

"Two and a half."

"Ken."

"Two and three quarters."

"I can't tell you."

"One."

A shriek left Allan's mouth as Ken's hands dug into his hips. "Naah!"

"Come one Allan." Ken kept a maddening rhythm on his friend's hips. "Tell me what you know."

"I dohon't knohow anythihing!"

"Uh-huh." Ken reached back to squeeze Allan's thighs. "Tell me."

Allan's knees shot up, connecting with Ken's back. "NO!"

The blond pushed his friend's knees back down. "Tell me or I'm getting your weak spot next."

"No plehease!"

"One."

"Please dohon't make mehe!"

"Two."

"Ken please!"

"Two and three quarters."

"I-I-I---."

Ken placed his hands on Allan's stomach. "Two and a half."

"I'm begging you, please!"

"One."

"Wait---!"

Ken immediately dug into Allan's stomach. "Not until you tell me what I want to know."

"NAH! PLEASE!"

"I have to salute you Allan. Most would have folded by now."

The red head shook his head as snorts started flooding out.

"Tell me what I want to know and this will all go away." The blonde rubbed his knuckles into his friend's stomach. "Or I can stay right here allll afternoon."

Allan crumpled. "OKAY! OKAHAHY! I'LL TALK!"

Ken's hands stilled.

"You cahan't tehell Barbie Ihi told you. Shehe's having all the Barbie's help heher throhow aha massive party toho celebrate the Ken's one year anniversary after gettihing aha lower level position ihin thehe's president's court."

The blonde's eyes went wide.

"None of the Ken's are supposed to know." Allan pushed himself up. "We've been working on it for weeks."

Ken smiled as he patted Allan's shoulder. "Don't worry, your secrets safe with me."

"Yeah, that's what I'm afraid of."

"No reason to fear. Now come on, let's go back and beach."

Allan grabbed his arm. "Wait, let's go back to the dream house and watch that new movie you've been talking a lot about."

"Seabiscuit?"

"Yes, that's the one."

"Yes!" Ken cheered. "A glorious movie about horses. What could possibly go wrong?"

Allan breathed a sigh of relief as they headed back to Barbie's old Dreamhouse. He just had to figure out how to keep his friend away from the other Kens until the day of the surprise party.

[flightfoot]

Do you have ML fic rec with supernatural theme? Smt like Spellbound or Bell the Cat thing perhaps?

You're in luck, I love supernatural/fantasy ML fics! I tagged everyone I know the tumblrs for, feel free to tag anyone I missed!

COMPLETE FICS:

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Dreams of You by @chocoluckchipz

Dreams had long been his only escape. Dreams of Ladybug, the girl who had always been there for him. If only in his dreams. And only while she was also sleeping. Because with the first rays of sunshine gliding over her skin, with the first fluttering of her eyelashes, from the moment she opened her eyes in the morning, memories of Adrien would vanish from her mind. She would go on living her life. He would always be the only one who remembered. At least until they meet in the real world and fall in love all over again, something that would’ve been easier to do if Adrien wasn't a prisoner in his own home.

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May I Introduce Myself, Your Highness? by @chocoluckchipz

Whether picking up a stray animal off the streets or saving a dying child at the market, Adrien had always strived to be the best version of himself. Truly, he would've been the perfect candidate to be snatched up by a kwami, were he an orphan, dying somewhere remote after a short life full of nothing but suffering and misery. Yet as it stood, the sole heir to the French throne had little to complain about. Apart from, perhaps, a complete absence of a love life. That is until a mysterious girl, wandering around his gardens at night, catches his attention.

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How Marinette Learned to Stop Worrying And Love The Ball by @rosie-b

Hidden from the crowds thronging around the busy fairy portal in Paris's town square, a fae gate sits at the edge of the forest, locked, rusty, and full of ancient magic. Marinette thinks that this abandoned gate must not work anymore... but one day, a fairy disguised as a black cat steps through it.

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a winter so warm by @rosekasa

winters were hard for even the best of vampires, but at least adrien had marinette to keep him warm with her cuddles.

december was going to suck without her. so it was only to be expected to get extra cuddles in before she left, right?

(well, not really, considering those heating supplements he was taking, but she didn't need to know about that).

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Stitched Together by @nedjsmlfavs

Stitch Witch Marinette was just supposed to be having a nice, terrifying outing with her best friends. She never expected to find a magically trapped kitten, but here we are! Whatever happened to this poor little guy?

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The Mer-Human Race by @rosie-b

Bringing her hand closer to his lips, Adrien tried to plant a kiss on it, but Marinette pulled away before his lips could touch her.

“Save it for your girlfriend,” she said teasingly. “Or do you still not have one yet?”

Adrien smirked and crossed his arms.

“It’s a girl,” he said. “And I know her in real life. That’s all you get. Now, let’s get back to planning, shall we? We have a mermaid to beat.”

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See This Chance by @19thsentry-blog

Luka died in 2016. Yep. Crushed by the Arc de Triumph when Mayura’s Robustus slammed into it. It was kind of a big deal, but once you’re dead, you’re dead—especially when there’s no Lucky Charm to bring you back.

Luka’s been dealing with it in the typical ways.

Written for FeLuka week 2023.

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the legend of the firefly by @agnes-writes

“She’s… beautiful.

If he were to describe her, he’d say that they bottled summer in her eyes, and painted the night sky in her hair. Her lips are curved into a wistful smile, eyes trailing the thicket of trees where Adrien stands.

Her gaze sets his heart stuttering in his chest as it softens, and Adrien almost believes that look is meant for him.”

OR: A pair of lovers create a romance that transcends time, and leaves a mark like no other.

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Anchor by @liiinerle

“Marinette. Please take that sabre out of your neck.”

“Right. Thanks. I forgot it was there.” She grabbed hold of the guard and pulled; the blade slid out like it had only been run through butter. After dropping it on the floor, she picked up one of the teacups and picked up a biscuit from a tin she’d brought in; she placed the biscuit on the saucer plate and handed the whole thing to Kagami, who could only really resign herself to accepting it.

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Marinette has raised Kagami from the dead, and also happens to be dead herself. It turns out some bad choices were made in the past. But that doesn't mean they'll lead to bad outcomes for them now.

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delicate in every way but one by katrinette

When Marinette finds a wanted ad that provokes just enough questions in her mind that she can't help answering it, the reward is sweeter than she could have imagined.

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whose woods these are (I think i know) by Reiaji

Four years after his future turns to cinders, Adrien is a servant in the house he was meant to inherit. Disowned by his father and abused by his stepmother, his days are filled with drudgery until he meets a masked huntress in the forest behind his father's chateau. As his friendship with Ladybug turns to first love, he dreams of a future spent at her side. Then, on the eve of the Princess's masquerade, he meets his guardian—and is granted a wish. [Ladrien Cinderella AU]

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don't you worry child by @mexicancat-girl

Marc and Nathaniel have a good life, married and living together in a cottage in the woods. But they consider having children at some point. Marc in particular really wants to start a family with his husband. He knows the fey are real, so he goes searching in the woods to find one to strike a deal. He may get a bit more than he bargained for in the process.

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hella enchanted by @xiueryn:

Years ago, Marinette's father died and she was left with her awful stepmother. With magic forcing her to obey every command, she lived as a servant and gave up hope. When a man appears, searching for the very fairy that blessed her, Marinette decides to give life one more try. AU.

(a different ella enchanted au.)

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How Could I Not? by SorryJustAnotherPerson

In fairy tale books, Princesses were saved by nights from ferocious dragons. Those books were not their story, but Rose was happy to flip over a new page with her Juleka every single day.

Many years ago, she was put to this tower by her parents and her kingdom, along with a fire breathing dragon, so she could find her prince charming one day. How foolish for them to not calculate her falling in love with the dragon. I mean seriously.

How could she not?

Once Upon A Time by kao_rei:

"Humans fear wolves. I mean, we're horrible, sickening creatures, aren't we?" Adrien laughed.

"I don't think so," Marinette muttered. "Well, not anymore when I met you."

Marinette's days are all the same—she puts on her red cape, makes deliveries for her parents' bakery, and goes home to rest before another busy day. Adrien is a wolf-boy who watches her from afar, awaiting the day they finally meet to change their stories.

While falling in love may bring about some challenges, they're willing to fight through them together because they'd never settle for a "the end". They want a "happily ever after", too.

(In which Marinette is Little Red Riding Hood, Adrien is the Wolf, and they fall in love somewhere between deliveries, flower fields, and shiny red apples).

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life's waiting for you by @mexicancat-girl

Marc is the shy and soft-spoken Prince of the Underworld, used to being ignored at best and feared at worst. He greatly admires Nathaniel, the Prince of Nature, who’s much too out of his league. Handsome, kind, charming, and charmingly modest, with hair as red as a rose and talented artists' hands. Yearning for the love of a nature deity when he’s a deity of death is beyond ridiculous, so Marc keeps his hopes low. But an encounter at the border between the Underworld and the surface leads the two to speaking, which leads to Marc showing Nathaniel his writing and Nathaniel his art. And from there blooms a beautiful friendship…Or maybe more.

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to love beauty is to see light by sagansjagger

Young common-mer Adrien will do anything to please his father, Gabriel Agreste. Adrien will even alter his tail, that hideous thing. But the sea witch he seeks out is not who he expected. A common-mer striking up a friendship with an anglerfish-mer is taboo among mermaid kind, but Marinette Dupain-Cheng is too interesting for Adrien to just leave her alone...

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Ghost of You by its_just_iori

It finally happened. The akuma attacked at the wrong time. They weren't prepared. For the first time, there was a casualty. Someone was killed. Marinette doesn't care that her identity was exposed to the world; she can't stop blaming herself for what happened. If only she'd been ready... if only she'd done more... There's nothing for Adrien to say. There's nothing he can do other than stay by her side and help her through this pain.

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The Pink Lady: Marichat May 2018 by seasonofthegeek

In this story, Chat Noir, Carapace, Rena Rouge, Queen B, and Paon are the heroes of Paris. The Ladybug Miraculous has been lost for almost a century and it takes all of their combined power to cleanse akumas sometimes but they’ve found something that works since they don’t have another option. Hawkmoth is one of their villains, but not the only one plaguing Paris. Chat Noir happens upon an old hotel one night on patrol and discovers something and someone he didn't expect.

INCOMPLETE FICS

The Beauty of a Rose by properjitterbug

In the small town of Bellerose, Marinette and Adrien are childhood friends while secretly pining for each other. They lead happy lives until one day a long, forgotten promise is stirred awake; changing their lives in ways they couldn't imagine. With time marching on, Marinette is left to chase after ghosts of her past as a strange creature appears in the depths of the mysterious forest. Arc 1: Chapters 1-11: Complete Arc 2: Chapters 12-?: In Progress -- Werecat!Adrien x Marinette

Note: this one's M-rated for a reason.

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what worse luck by GuardianKarenTerrier

He doesn't know what happens. One minute he's struggling against the leash spell, the next he's tripping on his own momentum as the magic suddenly snaps, as he tastes freedom for the first time in- in ever, probably. Adrien doesn't stop long enough to think about where he's going or why. He just bolts. (Marinette's spell goes wildly off-target, but it's a stroke of luck for everyone involved that it does).

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fire lily petals by @fragileizy

“Do you believe in soulmates?” His little witch looks up from her mortar and pestle, setting a heavy book in front of him at the table. The weight of the textbook upsets the flame of their oil lamp enough to scatter and smudge the shadows around them, and he stares down at the page for something to do instead of looking at her glittering eyes. Of course I do, he wants to say. Of course I believe in soulmates. I believe in it every time you look at me, Marinette. It’s as true as the demonic seal that stains my chest at our contract— it’s as true as the demonic seals that burn on your ear lobes that you keep hidden with your hair at our contract. But he’s a coward. He’s nothing more than a coward. The great Chat Noir, the legendary demon who has fought countless demonic wars, who has looked at the concept of death thousands of times, helpless to the way this witch looks at him. “It’s very... fairy-tale-like. Is it not?” Part One: Chapters 1 - 20 Complete Part Two: Chapters 21+ In Progress

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Living With Dragons by @nomolosk

Stifled at home, Prince Adrien just wants to have an adventure. Accidentally captured instead of her mistress, Marinette Dupain-Cheng just wants to go home. But when you're living with dragons, things are bound to get interesting, and both of them might just end up finding something they like better. Set in the world of the Enchanted Forest Chronicles by Patricia C. Wrede.

[caffinedragon]

Raven on a Skull

Emmrook fic

Chapter 1: Lost and Found

(Context: I havent yet played the game because i am still working on Inquisition. But i do scroll TikTok and tumblr so i do know enough at least for this.)

He was lost.

Completely and utterly lost.

Oh, what was he going to do?

He had no food. He barely had a coat.

And it was getting colder by the moment.

That mean man who brought him here just handed him a map, told him where he was supposed to go then left.

He was ten!

He had no idea what to do!

Oh Maker...

Was this where he was going to die, just like his parents.

Emmerich curled up on the bench that sat near a brazier that was still lit.

At least he would have a little bit of light and heat, as twilight began it's slow descent into darkness.

Hopefully they notice him missing and come looking.

Maybe they will find him.

He hoped someone did.

"Hello."

Emmerich jumped as a strange woman's voice spoke next to him.

"Hello?" He called hoping someone was nearby.

"Hello." The voice came again. "Look to your right."

He did and nearly jumped over the arm of the bench and into the brazier at what he found.

The largest Raven he had ever seen sat patiently on the bench next to him, there large round eyes glowing like jade infused with veil fire.

He feared he was looking at a demon in disguise and whimpered terrified.

Once the large bird knew he was looking at it, it opened it's beak and spoke in a woman's voice.

"Hello."

"H-hello? Are you a demon?"

"If I was, would i tell you?"

Each word was a different voice, some male some female. Some high some low. Some young and some old.

"I guess not."

"To assuage your fears, My name is Sera. I am a spirit of protection. My Fellows and I help Rook protect this place."

"Your...fellows?"

Sera pointed her beak up and toward the tree that was looming over the bench.

When Emmerich looked up he saw a mix of at least a dozen Ravens, Rooks, and Crows perched quietly on the branches, all with the same eyes as Sera.

"Are they all spirits?"

"Yes."

"Will they hurt me?"

"Not unless you give them reason. DO you plan on giving them reason?"

Emmerich shook his head.

"Good. Two questions. Your name. Is it Emmerich Volkarin?"

"Y-yes it is."

"And did a man named Tony bring you here?"

"I think so."

SHe sighed, "Of course."

Sera then cawed at the birds in the tree and one of them flew off at a quick pace.

"Where is that one going?"

"To let Rook know we found you. Won't be long."

"Is...is Rook like you?"

"What do you mean?"

"Is Rook a spirit like you?"

Sera tipped her head to the side in thought, "Yes. Love. Or, he was."

"Is he an abomination?" His voice shook with fear as he asked.

Sera shook her head, "No. He is living now, like you. His body is his own. The babe he manifested himself as, was already empty. He wanted to give the child a second chance but he became the child by accident instead."

"How?"

"We don't know."

"Can he go back to the fade? Is he gonna be okay?"

Sera seemed to smile, or at least as much as a very large raven could, "No. He is an elf, just as you are a human. But, he is okay. He likes having a body. He likes living. He has no want to return."

"Are you sure?"

Another caw and he watched as the bird that had flown away return to the flock. The two cawwed back and forth for amoment before Sera turned back to him.

"You can ask him yourself. Sam says he is grabbing some cold weather clothes for you but will be here shortly."

Emmrich exhaled in relief, knowing he was soon to be saved.

The crow then hopped up into his lap, snuggling down as if in a nest. She was warmer than he expected and a much welcome source of heat in the growing cold. A couple more joined her along with a very large fluffy black cat with eyes like jade but not blazing with veilfire that seemed to come out of nowwhere.

Between the cat's loud purring and the heat an weight of the large corvids that now surrounded him, Emmerich found himself lulled into a sense of cautious relaxation.

A few moments later he heard very light footsteps coming down the cobblestone. Once they got close, a young boys voice broke through the Twilight gloom.

"Emmrich? You still alive?"

A boy? Rook was a boy like him? What?

"Um...Yes! I am over here!" He yelled.

Around the corner came the most handsome boy he had ever seen, dressed in a thick black wool cloak that reached to his ankles.

His eyes were the same color as the birds around him, the faint glow from them mirroed in his own eyes. His hair was long and Raven black, his skin an exotic carmel color that had paled a bit to the lack of sun in the winter.

His smile was warm and sunny and instantly made him feel at ease.

As soon as he saw him he practically skipped over to him, holding another identical cloak and pair of thick gloves that matched the ones he was wearing.

The boy gigled upon seeing the cat that had forced it's way onto his lap, practically pushing Sera off on to the ground.

"I see Mama Jade found ya, yeah?"

"Mama Jade?"

"The cat. She has this uncanny ability to know when any of the young'ins is in distress."

"Oh!" He gave Mama Jade a few scritches. "Yes, she did."

Sera, now seeing Rook arrive hopped back off and returned to her previpus spot on the bench. Mama Jade, just stretched her self out on the rest of his lap.

"Good. When you didn't show up Vorgoth and I got worried. Especially when we found out who dropped ya off. Sent out my whole Murder to find you."

"Your what?"

"Murder. It is what a flock of Crows and stuff are called."

"It's called a Murder?"

"Yep. Anyway, I brought you my spare cloak and gloves so I am just gonna..."

Rook he assumed then gently removed the gorgeous green eyed cat from his lap and handed them out to him. She protested but as soon as he began wrapping the cloak around his shoulders she stopped pouting.

A few moments later he felt the thick wool cloak behing draped around his shoulders and the hood pulled up over his head. Then once the gloves were on, Jade crawled back into his lap as Rook sat down next to him.

The boy's touch had been soft, gentle and made him feel safer than any adult he had encountered after his parents death. Around this boy, somehow, he knew he would be safe, loved and cared for despite recent events.

He was going to be okay.

Maybe not today, maybe not tommorow.

But he would be okay.

It made him start crying for the first time since his parents perished in that building collapse.

"Hey, Hey...Come here." The boy gently pulled him into his shoulder and wrapped his arms around him "It's okay. Your safe now."

"I though i was going to die!" He wailed. "I don't want to die!"

"Getting lost out here was pretty scary huh?" The boy kept rubbing his back and patting the top of his head. "But it's okay. It's okay to be scared. I'm here. I will keep you safe, okay?"

Emmerich nodded before pulling away, sniffling.

"You have clearly had a hard time before coming here. Not suprising considering what happened to your parents and stuff. So, here is what we are gonna do, kay? I will take ya to Vorgoth and we can get ya some hot cocoa and some warm stew. How's that sound? Good?"

Emmerich nodded, still holding the cat who was slowly falling asleep.

"Perfect. Follow me." And the boy began walking down the path, keeping his pace slow enough for Emmerich to keep up.

"So..."Emmerich started after they had been walking in near silence for a bit.

"So?"

"Sera said that...you used to be a spirit...before. Is that true?"

"Yep."

"Does that happen...often?"

"Mm-mm. it is pretty rare. Normally if a spirit posesses a body it turns into one of the undead. Either one of the bad undead that the Mourn Watchers have to take care of or one of the good undead that help around the Necropolis."

Emmrich startled, "There are undead that help in the Necropolis?"

"Yeah. Most of them are Mournwatchers that passed away, but some are citezens that, for a monthly stipend for there family, donate their body willingly to be raised as a helper for the Necropolis."

"Are thye like...zombies?"

He shook his head, "Flesh and stuff is removed. We just use the bones. Less messy. Don't want to find one of the undead's rotting fingers in your soup, right?"

"That makes sense." He scritched the cat a few more times as he thought of how to ask the next question, "So, are you...undead too?"

"Nope. I am a living, breathing, elven boy. I will grow up just like you. I'll just be a bit more weird about it."

"Weird?"

"I can see and talk to spirits. I can see past the Veil where it is thin and see the fade behind it. So sometimes, when i am talking to them, from the outside it just looks like I am doing this."

Emmerich watches as Rook goes completely still and stares off into the middle distance for a few seconds.

"Or sometimes it's like," He mimes himself reading a book, "No Mischief I can't have one of my crows poop on the noble ladies hat. Yes, Justice, I know she is a petty b-witch who needs a commupence but i am not risking one of my birds to do it. See? Wisdom knows what's up. A little bit of gossip and rumor go a long way. What was that Spite? No! Seriously? Oh that is good! Never mind, Spite has it handled. Well done buddy."

Emmerich couldn't help but giggle at the skit Rook layed out for him.

"Also, people get real weird when you treat people the same. Like, I would talk to a person on the street the same way I would say...talk to the King of Ferelden and some people get real uppity about it. Vorgoth says that it has something to do with these weird 'social rules' that people have but it just feels like to me that those rules only benefit people who want to feel better than everyone else, yeah? So i just ignore them most of the time. Makes nobles real mad when i do it but everybody else seems to like it."

"I never understood it either."

"So you get it."

Emmerich nodded, "It was why my parents...well...they tried to tell the landlord about the problem with the building but he didn't listen because, what do poor people know about housing construction. Then the foundation collapsed and..."

Rook moved to hug him again, mindful of the cat. "Sorry. That really sucks. If you need, we have a rage room where you can scream, cry and throw things if ya want."

"Maybe later." He sighed, the exhaustion of the long day starting to get to him. "Right now, that stew and cocoa sounds very nice and other than that, I could really just crawl into a bunch of blankets and sleep for three days."

"Lucky your bunking with me then, I have plenty of blankets and stuff to build a nice blanket fort where we can pretend the world outside doesn't exist. Sound like a plan?"

"Sounds perfect."

Rook stopped and motioned to the door of a building that had the most divine smell wafting from it.

The smell made Emmerich's stomach growl loudly.

Rook laughed, "You smell the stew huh?"

He nodded.

"Well this here is the kitchen, I can sense Vorgoth in there so I am just gonna warn ya, he does kinda look scary but i promise he wont hurt ya. "

"Scary? Is he really tough and mean looking?"

"More like...if you took a bunch of black smoke, made it into the vague shape of a person and then slapped clothes on it."

Emmerich stared at him for a moment, "A bunch of...smoke?"

"It will make sense when you see him."

"Is he a spirit? A demon?"

"Uh...we don't rightly know to be honest. I don't think he does either. But, he doesn't cause trouble, he is super helpful and pretty nice if a bit...confused sometimes so we don't really care if he hangs around."

"But if he is just a bunch of smoke, how do you know he is a boy?"

"He has just always been referred to as male, mostly because of his deep voice, and he has never corrected us so...guess he's fine with it. So, until he tells us any different, he is a boy smoke cloud."

"Fair enough."

"Also, gonna warn you, there are gonna be skeletons in the kitchen. They work as the kitchen staff and cook most of the food. So long as you don't get in there way, you will be perfectly fine. Ok?"

"Okay. I trust you."

"Good." He then pressed his hand against the door, "Here we go!"

Vorgoth was waiting just behind the door and...

He was exactly as Rook had described him.

HE was thankful then that Rook had already warned him, because if he had met him before, he would have taken off running back out the door they just came through.

"Hi, Dad! Mission was successful! This is Emmerich Volkarin, our newest resident. Emmerich this Vorgoth, the being that found me amongst the graves and raised me as his own."

"It is a pleasure to meet you young Emmerich." Vorgoth replied holding out his hand.

Emmerich took it, surprised at how firm a grip a sentient cloud of smoke had. "Same. Sorry for all the trouble."

Rook scoffed, "You don't need to apologize. Tony is the one that needs to get on his knees and grovel. I mean, who leaves a ten year old alone at the gate to the Necropolis like that! Seriously!"

"You are ten and you navigate the Necropolis well."

"Yeah, because i grew up here and i have my birds to guide me. Not him. That Mother Fu-"

"Language."

Rook puffed out this cheeks indignantly, "Doesn't count. I can't cuss in front of guests, Emmerich isn't a guest, he is gonna live here. So it's fine." But then he turned to him, "Unless it actually bothers you."

Emmerich shook his head.

"See? Doesn't count."

Vorgoth sighed, amused, "Very Well. I did say only in front of the residents here and young Emmerich doesn't seem to mind. Carry on."

"Thank you. Now...huh...forgot what i was gonna say. Ah well, not important. Stew and Cocoa time?"

"Yes please."

"All right, come with me."

[mpreg-ask-blog]

Halloween Date

“I look stupid.”

“No, you don't.”

Husk looked away while Angel fixed his bowtie, his costume was simple -just in an old and torn suit with fake blood around his mouth- especially with how much work went into Angel’s. A corpse bride and groom. That’s what they were, Husk thought it was cheesy but it made Angel happy so he went along with it. Angel stood up and turned so Husk could help him with his dress and the veil. It was amazing they could find a wedding dress that was able to fit Angel like a glove, but they had and he looked like a goddess in it.

“You like it?” Angel turned back to ask Husk, obviously meaning his whole costume. “Yeah, you look beautiful as always.” Angel had a soft smile on his face as Husk pulled him in for a hug and a short kiss. They stood like that for a bit before pulling away, Husk grabbed Angel’s hand and gently led the way.

“Ready to look like two idiots in a graveyard?”

“Oh, you fucking bet!”

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Angel was so beautiful, just as much as he was in death, now that he had a human disguise that resembled himself as a human. Husk knew Angel must have been beautiful but he looked perfect. His eyes were bright and just as beautiful as always, his blond hair curling around his face like a halo, he could go on and on if he could. “Husk? You're staring again.”

Angel's laughter bubbled up, a melodic sound that danced through the air, while Husk let out a long, exasperated sigh. “Yeah, yeah, you’re pretty and it’s my fault,” he muttered, rolling his eyes with an amused smirk.

“Excuse you!” Angel shot back, feigning indignation, but the playful sparkle in his eyes betrayed him. Husk received a light smack on the shoulder, the playful gesture echoing with camaraderie. Despite their banter, both of them erupted into laughter, the kind that felt like a shared secret, reminiscent of lovesick teenagers lost in their world.

Husk finally looked around at where they were; the graveyard was old and almost abandoned, with graves scattered about as supposed to but one caught his eye. A large, ivory-gray angel, with outstretched arms like she was protecting something. Angel saw the statue as well though he looked startled to see it, Husk instinctively grabbed the spider’s hand and held it. “Angel? You okay?”

“No,” Husk was surprised to hear Angel admit to not being okay, “Do you want to talk about it?” Angel let go of Husk’s hand and backed it. He was letting Husk see what was making him upset. The angel was ‘protecting’ two graves with worn-out names on them. Husk squinted to fully see what the names said.

‘Marisa ‘Molly’ Isabel Vitori. 1916 - 1939’

‘Anthony Charles Vitori. 1916 - 1947’

Husk thought before it clicked, this was Angel’s grave. Of course, Lucifer’s sense of humor would bring them to the graveyard where Angel was buried. Husk stood up when he saw Angel slowly approaching, the other man setting plucked flowers near the older grave as best as he possibly could with his current size. “I’m sorry,” Husk softly grabbed Angel’s hand and held it as both of them stared at the graves. “It’s fine. It’s not your fault or anyone’s I guess.” They went quiet again until Husk gently led Angel away from the grave and attempted to start dancing with the man as planned. “Well, common, Baby. How about we try having fun?” Angel chuckled as he put his hands on Husk’s shoulders while the latter positioned his hands on Angel’s hips. “Sure, let’s try.”

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It was almost midnight when Husk and Angel finally returned, though they immediately went to bed without much of a word to anyone. Both of them just shrugged off their costumes and into pajamas before crawling under the bedsheets.

“Had fun?” Husk asked as he kissed Angel’s cheek softly, the spider looked more tired now that he wasn't in makeup and was finally relaxed in bed. “Yeah, I’m fine. I guess, just suddenly seeing mine and Moll’s graves wasn't what I expected.” Husk nodded slowly as he tugged the blankets over Angel and the already-sleeping Fat Nuggets. “Well, get some rest. It’ll be okay.”

While Angel and his pet slept, Husk stayed up and read a book with only a small light to see the words. It was a regular night for the couple, of course, other than it being Halloween night after the two had gone to a cemetery on a date.

It was a beautiful night and it would continue to be that way.

[gentrychild]

5 hc au: if you have read csm, an au where Izuku (and cast members of your choice) are devils in disguise? I think it would fit if Izuku was the Quirk Devil, and represents the fear of superpowers

1 - Inko finds a child covered in blood someday and naturally decides to adopt him and to teach him the usual things like "Brush your teeth after you ate.", "Study at school.", "Don't eat people. You don't know where they have been.", "Always remember that your mom loves you." and so on. It's pretty obvious that Izuku is not human and he does feel the urge to grab superpowers here and there but his life is pretty good... until Inko gets really sick. Izuku, who is about 16 at the time, needs money for her treatment. He is recruited by the devil hunters.

2 - Izuku's boss, Akatani Hisashi, is a very creepy and incredibly scary man (well, to most people. Izuku's sense of fear is a little... out of this world). He is actually the first Quirk Devil. Back with All Might's fight, Hisashi came so close to death that a new Quirk Devil was born into hell but the bastard managed to drag himself back from death, creating the very first existence of two Devils sharing the same concept. Hisashi then made a contract with the HPSC... I mean, the government, who were positively drooling at the idea of having such a powerful Devil obeying them. I am certain it will have no unfortunate consequences.

3 - Izuku gets Todoroki Touya as his supervisor. Touya is a hybrid that fused with some kind of Fire Devil (maybe the Holy Flame Devil) that has excellent results on paper but everyone refuses to work work with him. They are soon joined by Touya's brother, Shouto, who has a contract with three Devils and a sword.

4 - Uraraka (Gravity fiend) and Bakugou (explosion fiend) are in another team. Takami Keigo is a normal devil hunter and Touya's sitcom nemesis.

5 - Hisashi fully intends to kill Izuku before too long because even if he is fascinated (and kinda flattered) with the occurrence of another devil sharing his concept, he can't really tolerate someone else like him. He gave him to Touya's team because he knew Touya wouldn't realize the danger Izuku's in.

6 - Yoichi used to be a human guy who had the misfortune of meeting Hisashi.

7 - Izuku can both steal quirks and devil powers. For the latter, he sometimes eats them.

8 - Izuku has the habit of wearing gloves. Inko was a really good mother but she messed up on some points.

9 - This is sadly the AU where Natsuo was accidentally sacrificed to a Devil by his own father.