#demon!jon

[arielchelby]

Mayfair Witches AU

This is my submission for for Day 3 (Prompt: Witching Hour) of the Jonerys Falling for You event hosted by @iceandfirejonerysdiscord!

My belated birthday gift to @moondancer71 ! A fall gift for a summer birthday 🥳 All she had to do was make me a gorgeous moodboard and beta read! 😊 Thank you, Moon!

Thank you also to @evax3 for beta reading! They both have a thing for demons and romance which was very helpful! 😘

Summary: For generations, Targaryen women were known as powerful witches – at least until Dany’s mother died and left her in the care of her brother, Viserys. Jealous of her magic and possessive of her inheritance, he kept Dany locked away and ignorant of the secrets of her foremothers. 

Dany had long accepted her fate and that Targaryen magic would die with her. But then, as her 25th birthday approaches, a man half hidden in shadow begins invading her dreams. He’s devastatingly handsome and assuredly not human. Perhaps she should be afraid, but she finds herself intoxicated by his promises of freedom and everything she desires.

A figure stood by the window, masked in darkness, with her window curtain billowing behind his silhouette in the breeze. Drawing her knees to her chest, she clutched at her covers and cast a sideways glance at her phone on the nightstand.  It was just out of her reach.  “You won’t need that,” he said. His voice was low and his accent strange. “I’d never hurt you.”  Dany felt herself start to shake from fear while contemplating if she should run for the door. She sat up and tried to make herself sound strong. “Who are you? How did you get in here?”  “Good evening, witch,” the shadow man answered. The way he said witch almost sounded like an endearment. “I’ve called this house my home for a long time.”  “I’m not a witch,” she answered, swallowing a lump in her throat. “You must be mistaking me for my mother.” His voice was deep and soothing. “I make no mistake.”

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[tampire]

♪ Everyday, it's a-getting closer ♪

♪ Going faster than a rollercoaster ♪

♪ Love like yours will ♪

♪ Surely come my way ♪

♪ A-hey, a-hey-hey ♪

Gabriel and Beelzebub eventually survive the consequences of The Metatron and Satan

Bonus:

[starsh0ck]

I don’t think im the first one who’s done this but

Lemon demon x magnus archives crossover

[thebarrows]

put them in a room together and no one will come out alive (●'◡'●)

[creeping-sense-of-oh-fuck]

Here's the thing though. The people who say they saw Jon watching them in their dreams didn't say anything about a monster version of him with glowing eyes or many eyes or floating or whatever.

I love a good monster Jon design but just think THINK about how scary it is that he isn't. You met a fairly normal guy once and you told him the worst thing that ever happened to you. Now that man is there staring blankly while you suffer, over and over. You don't understand why it's happening. There's nothing you can do. The man is still out there, somewhere.

[sydneighsays]

Pov your dreams after you talk to that weird twink from the haunted library about your personal trauma:

Doodle I've been uninspired

[crowlixcx]

[ghostbsuter]

It was Halloween, they were in Central City for some candy pickings (if their fathers know, it's too late, they're here and absolutely getting that stomachache in the morning once they're done here.).

Jon— Superboy had Robin in his grip, flying from apartment complex to houses, one ear out for flash, incase the hero accidentally stumbles upon them.

(He's doing some extra patrol, it was Halloween after all.)

It was spooky day and when they finally rest up on a roof, rummaged through their goods, did Robin and Superboy notice the glowing skull at the bottom.

It looked like it could be from gotham, honestly. It was creepy, dirty and Jon has it in his hands, studying and playing with curious spark in his eyes.

"Put that down superboy—! That's clearly cursed!" Robin warns, trying to take the skull, yet the other dances from reach.

"If I rub it 3 times, do you think I get 3 wishes?"

"Those are genies you're talking about, not skulls!"

Not waiting further nor listening, really, superboy rubs the skull 3 times and—

Nothing happens.

"Nothing. Will you pit the damn skull down now?"

Sighing, Superboy does so, until the skull starts glow.

And glowing it is, a bright green, frost growing along the ground and it was beginning to eat the entire apartment if they didn't do anything!

As the cool mist grows, they step and tense as a figure approaches through.

"Congrats, no idea how but you guys found Pariah Darks former skull! So much less work for me now."

[impyssadobsessions]

WWT Mer Edition Doodles Part 3

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Siren kiss gets it own post because its special uwu and not because tumblr is dumb >>' But this is such a good story >w< like all of them hehehe. It has Damian/Jon and demon twins in it >w< A tale where people dont understand soulmates- and that they can be fated with a siren. uwu Jon's expressions were cute in this >w<

[nauti-ca]

mr sims can you NOT eavesdrop on their flirting conversation. thank you

[arielchelby]

Inner Demons | Mayfair Witches AU

Happy birthday, @moondancer71! You are my best friend, and honestly, this place would suck without you. 

Your talented creations and imaginative ideas are a gift to our fandom, and there couldn’t be a more fun, supportive and thoughtful person for those of us lucky enough to call you friend. 

Writing fic with you is such an effortless blast (well, as effortless as writing can be) and it’s beyond cool that our ideas jive so well together.

So 🥂 to you and the supernatural fics you bless us with along with a sprinkling of your “good girl agenda.” I hope you have a joyful day and a year full of joyful days to follow. 

P.S. I hope you like this fic (you know, once I finish it) and I know you’ll appreciate Jon being the loyal, sex demon I think we both were hoping Lasher would be 🔥

For generations, Targaryen women were known as powerful witches – at least until Dany’s mother died and left her in the care of her brother, Viserys. Jealous of her magic and possessive of her inheritance, he kept Dany locked away and ignorant of the secrets of her foremothers. 

Dany had long accepted her fate and that Targaryen magic would die with her. But then, as her 25th birthday approaches, a man half hidden in shadow begins invading her dreams. He’s devastatingly handsome and assuredly not human. Perhaps she should be afraid, but she finds herself intoxicated by his promises of freedom and everything she desires.

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[g1rlr0b1n]

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Gods and Demons (Preview)

Damian's preparations for departure were almost complete when Superman hailed him down. For a moment, Damian considered pretending he had not seen him, but ultimately rose to meet the two men who had now landed gracefully beside him and Goliath. He was familiar with the man known as Superman, but the second man was a stranger to him. He was tall with wavy dark locks framing a sharp jawline and piercing steely grey-blue eyes, he bore a resemblance to the other man. He had a pretty good idea now of who he might be. The man's attire was peculiar though, causing Damian to wrinkle his nose slightly in disapproval. He wore a black suit adorned with shimmering silver stars, his deep crimson colored cloak billowing behind him. The most unnerving part of his uniform however, was the obvious missing "S" shield in the center of his chest, leaving the skin underneath exposed for all to see. Damian quickly averted his gaze, focusing back on Superman. “What’s this?” Damian's features contorted in suspicion as Superman extended a piece of paper towards him.

“An olive branch” he replied calmly, then motioned to the tall figure standing next to him, Kal-El cleared his throat, “this is my son, Zod-El. He will be stationed in Tibet with you for the foreseeable future.” There was a moment of tense silence as if to allow for Damian to process the information. Then, Superman spoke again, breaking the stillness. "Consider him an ambassador of good faith," he said firmly.

Damian scoffed, crossing his arms, “Tt. More like a spy to make sure I behave," he retorted with a sharp edge to his voice. The Justice League's true intentions were clear, they had their own agenda, but he intended to manipulate it to his advantage. Despite their lack of trust in Damian's ability to change the League of Assassins, it gave them an excuse to keep him under observation and under their protection. They needed to keep Damian alive regardless of his intentions because the absolute worst case scenario for them would be for him to lose control. It was an obvious choice, he was the only option with ties to the Justice League and a genuine desire to make the world better, even if his methods had not been received well by them. He could only stand to benefit from such a relationship, nonetheless, he’d make them work for it.

Superman let out a weary sigh, his broad shoulders slumping in exhaustion, “you agreed to observation after the attempts on your life," he reminded Damian sternly. The mention of those close calls made Damian flinch slightly, the memories still fresh and painful. Ever since his grandfather’s passing things had not gone as smoothly as anticipated, with everyone with even the slightest of claims coming out of the woodworks, but he survived and he’d continue to do so. Of course, some extra protection would be prudent, even though he had managed to reunite his family giving him the most claim, the attacks still occurred. His mother had even begun to express concern, certain that there was a rat among his inner circle. Damian didn’t want to consider that, the notion that the people he cared for most wanted him dead. Although it was a reality that he hated to admit, he could probably benefit from an impartial set of eyes and ears. Yet, Damian was proud if nothing else and he refused to allow anyone to think him weak.

"That may be," Damian huffed, "but I never agreed to an indefinite placement and certainly not from one of your B-list cast offs." His lip curled teasingly as he surveyed the man clad in black in front of him. He was curious to see how he would react.

The man grit his teeth and extended a hand with a forced smile. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Dam-”

Damian interrupted firmly, his piercing gaze fixed on the man's face. “You may call me The Demon’s Head.”

The man chuckled nervously as he pushed back some unruly curls from his forehead. “No offense but...” he hesitated before continuing, “I’d rather call you anything else.”

Damian's lips curled into a menacing smile, his pearly whites barred behind a mask of feigned politeness. "Then, may I have the pleasure of calling you Jonathan?" The man remained silent, his expression guarded. Damian pressed on. "surprised that I know your other name?"

He cleared his throat, his voice betraying forced calmness as he responded, "Not really...and it's just Jon."

The smile fell from Damian's face, replaced by a look of disdain, "I'd rather call you anything else." The lack of push back from his opponent was slightly off-putting, it was simply no fun if they just stood there and took it. But then again, what did he really expect from the son of the Big Blue Boy Scout, always so righteous and obedient.

The tension between them hung heavy in the air, like a thick fog that refused to dissipate. Goliath finally broke the awkward silence with a restless shift, his large frame causing the ground to tremble beneath him. "I see there's no point in arguing with you," he grumbled, casting a patronizing look at Jon. "If Super Slut is ready to depart, then we shall." With the grace of a seasoned rider, Damian pulled himself up and swung himself onto his fiery red companion, feeling the heat emanating from its powerful body. Beside him, Jon effortlessly lifted himself off the ground and into the air. The bat dragon spread its massive wings and with a few strong flaps they ascended into the sky.

[danytheconqueror-jonthewhitewolf]

Do you think that when Bloodraven was warging into Mormonts demon bird to spy on the NW, he watched Jon making decisions as Lord Commander and judged them with the same attitude that an older family member who micro manages everyone, would? Like,

"Oh, that's who you assigned for Eastwatch by the sea? Well, it's your command I suppose"

"That's how you negotiate with the braavosi? Not how I would have"

"I finally get a member of this forsaken family that follows the old gods, and you're going to let some Essosi priestess and a Baratheon burn branches of the weirwoods?!"

"JON SNOW. KING. I can only say so much in this body, but it is not that hard"

"DON'T you throw a pillow at me, boy! Go count your beets!"

[spooksier]

working on a tma thing. he is like a bug to me <3

[hypnogogyc]

meetcute

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 155

So, Booster would have loved to know that becoming the equivalent of a Time-Cop would mean meeting what is apparently the primordial being of Time itself. He would have also loved to know it apparently also came with an adoption. And a small child that was apparently supposed to be sixteen but there was apparently some sort of accident in the dimension he (was the kid a boy??) came from. So. 

He had a kid now. He… well shit, he had no clue what to do. Actually, he knows exactly what he’s going to do, he’s going to call Ted. Who will probably have an idea on what to do. Or what a four- oh you’re five? He’d probably have an idea on what a five year old might need. 

He himself would push this hysterical breakdown over the fact he’s apparently now adopted by Time Itself to a later time. A later time when he’s not holding a fragile small child.