#find where the children of Lilith keep their hearts and give them a good home among your people

[eimearkuopio]

My work isn't perfect, but it's Dunne. Have a listen, if you like. Maybe learn how to tell your enemy your version, and you can learn how to love each other and your selves. We've been here the whole time. We just had to be silent sometimes so you could all learn how to speak. Son, this is your Mother; Mother, this is your Son. Father, this is your Daughter; Daughter, this is your Father.

[yan-lorkai]

i've been thinking about something and i thought you should hear it too,

mc is lilith's descendant but they're also a creation of the brothers' hatred for each other. like how lucifer was feeling so much wrath he created satan, the brothers' hate for each other created a curse and gave mc life [let's assume their mother couldn't have a child for the sake of this au-]

so when mc learns this, they try to stay away from the brothers as much as possible. how do you think the broters would react? [btw you're my fav yandere blog, keep up the great work, ily take care of yourself <3]

｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+ A/N: This is certainly interesting, darling. Got me thinking about tons of things that could happen if this was the case. Poor Mc though, they already deal with too much! I hope you enjoy! <3

｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+ Warning: Yandere content, kidnapping, I think that's it? Let me know if I forgot a tag.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Assuming he didn't know this, Lucifer would feel stunned. Did the hate, agony and all the sadness they have felt for centuries culminate in one being? A being that also carries Lilith's blood? He remembers the first arduous days that followed after the war, he remembers how Satan behaved and screamed, how he felt everything at once without knowing what to do.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ And he knows that up to this point, you must have had a pretty rough time growing up, being haunted by memories and events that you didn't see or witness, being tormented by their suffering without knowing what's up with you.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ You want to pull away and run away when find out about your origins, and honestly he understands. Lucifer understands but he will not allow this to happen. Just as you fixed his family, he and his brothers will help you process and deal with all of this. Even if you're screaming and crying at them, trying to escape them, trying to disappear from their lives. It's all for your own good, he assure you.

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.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Mammon is the most empathetic of the brothers, as well as being the one who spends the most time with you since the beginning of the exchange program. It was clear that he noticed that you had your moments of anger and bitter hatred or long periods of sadness, even without an apparent reason. And he tried to help you the best he could. When the cause of your problem was revealed, Mammon tripled his efforts to help you.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ You are family and families help each other. Even if your family is hysterical and trying to disappear because of the conflicting feelings they have. Memories can't be erased like that and yes, it's unfortunate that you are made up of all their suffering, but he won't let you get away that easily. So run, scream and fight with him, with them, Mammon will make sure that at the end of the night you are back home.

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.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ For Levi, this is all a bad joke, the plot of a terrible anime. He remembers how he felt during each of the celestial wars, but most of all he remembers the war that caused his downfall. There was so much pain, so much suffering everywhere he looked. Heaven lost its brilliant children, his angel brothers would carry a weight in their hearts and a bitter memory of the events; the first time angels were cast out. As a general, especially after the fall, Levi had no intention of continuing to live anywhere other than the home he was given.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ His room was his safe haven, where he could cry and vent alone. Where he could exist without fear of judgment and the tragedies that haunted him. Knowing that you are the result of all this makes him immensely sad, despite this he doesn't know how to comfort you because everything he knows as comfort may not be enough for you. But he doesn't intend to give up so easily, even if in small steps Levi tries to look for ways to show you that you has no reason to fear, now that you knows about your origin, there's no reason to stay away. On the contrary, this could be worse now.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ It may not seem like it, but he knows exactly what kind of thoughts are running through his head and the heads of his brothers. A general knows how to read his opponent like his own hand and knows that having a focused and calm mind is the key to the situation. He knows that if he joined forces with each of his brothers, you wouldn't stand a chance. You are theirs now and forever.

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.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Satan knows what it's like to exist feeling only one emotion, so he completely understands how conflicted your feelings must be and, while he himself feels conflicted between letting you go to mentally heal and processing everything, he also wants to keep you close.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ However, if you really want to leave then he will go with you and this is non-negotiable. The others are hunting you and only he can take you through shortcuts and open portals, you need him. He is someone who can support you in difficult times and rinse your tears, to cheer you up, get you out of bed and make you forget your problems, like he wished someone had done when he came into existence. Even though a part of him feels really smug for being the one who shares a strong bond with you; being created against your will through a feeling that does not define you.

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.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Asmo didn't even know something like that could be possible, but then again he also didn't know that someone could feel so much anger and literally give birth to a new being. He is surprised, quite surprised by the revelation that you are kind of a creation with Lilith's blood but also with a little bit of his brothers, their feelings and thoughts. And he wants to help, but like Levi he's not sure how to help.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ So instead he spread word for his followers to keep their eyes wide open and if they see someone who reassembles you, then to tell him immediately. You can run away all you want but you can't truly escape him and his brothers, as many eyes are on your back wherever you are.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ When you're back he is affectionate as usual, kissing your cheeks and wiping your tears as you cry. Yes darling, everything it's too much and you need some time to process all those facts but you are gonna face it this with him and his brothers, you are part of the family after all.

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.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Beel feels sad knowing that you were born surrounded by pain and the terrors of war they all felt, they got better through the years, overcomes their pain and accepted Lilith's passing. There's still some issues they have to fix, but each brother is doing everything they can to found you when you run away. And Beel goes around Devildom with Belphie to search for you on your favorite spots.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ He knows it may be painful to be near them right now but Beel can't let you go. He already let Lilith go because he couldn't protect her but he sure can protect you, even if he has to protect you from yourself. When he finds you, Beel throws you into his arms and hurries home, without carrying how you punch and scream at him to let you go.

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.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Belphie knows that instead of thinking how you feel and how bad your life was dealing with their sorrow, it's the first to act. He knows you well, knows how you think, what you feel and how you react to thinks, more times than he should Belphie used to invade your dreams without you noticing just to watch you, to study you. Sometimes to come closer to you, to hold your hands and ask for forgiveness for how wrongdoings. You never remembered though, he didn't want you to remember he could do this.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ In all your dreams though you always had a particularly spot that you loved to go and hide when you needed some time alone. He take Beel with him when they go, he knows you're there, he can feel it. And when they find you, Belphie puts you to sleep with his powers. His brothers can comfort you with their words and affections meanwhile he could work with your unconscious.

[the-lone-witch-and-secret-room]

I'm currently working on a fic that's set a few years after Amity breaks away from her parents' grip and is forced to ask her father for help with repairing something. Would it be accurate to portray him as more apathetic to everything around him, like a more cynical Rick Sanchez?

Anon, I feel a bit bad interfering in your creative process, but… please don’t write that. I’m sure you have good intentions, but this whole concept is extremely harmful, as you’re putting Amity into a very dangerous situation.

Amity is canonically a victim of emotional abuse from both of her parents. (Maybe I’ll cover their separate roles in the abuse their children suffer more in-depth at some point, but for now, in short: emotional abuse often works via words, sometimes actions, but it can also be the lack of action that’s abusive—the former of which is Odalia, the latter Alador falls under, for the most part.)

Having Amity break away from her parents grip is a healthy, important step for her. DON’T have her reach out to her father again, especially not because she needs something from him. That’s super, super dangerous. Their power dynamic has always been heavily imbalanced towards her father. Having her crawl back to him because she needs something from him gives him power to hold over her. That she needs something so desperately she’s forced to interact with him, as you said, means he has a lot of power to hold over her in this situation. Alador’s whole thing is that he pays little to no attention to Amity outside of how she can be useful to him, p.e. using her to network when she’s six, and recognizing her potential to become coven leader and therefore an access to more power for his family. As far as we know, he’s never been there for her when she needed him, and I don’t see how this would be different—unless he finds a way to benefit from it somehow, which would be even more dangerous.

Considering how much her parents have hurt her, and the implication that Amity has recognized that hurt rather than continued to accept her parents’ excuses of calling the abuse “tough love” since she’s emancipated herself and essentially cut contact with them, there’s nothing that could break that could be important enough for Amity to force herself to interact with her father again. She’d exhaust every other possibility to fix whatever it is, but she wouldn’t over her dead body go back to her abuser to ask for help, especially not because as a neglecting parent, Alador is specifically someone she could never rely on for help.

That’s a behavior she might be at risk of falling into right after cutting contact, but if it’s been years, she’s had a lot of time to put everything she suffered through as a child into a different perspective. She has a healthier environment in Luz and her friends and potentially other mentor figures that aren’t parental, depending on whether for example Lilith is in her life at that point—Eda and Camila probably would be through Luz. She knows which people she can rely on, and which she can’t and doesn’t want to rely on.

From how the ask is worded I’m guessing you didn’t plan for the whole incident to go over very well (even though that’s a little hard to tell without more context), but even so, I’m asking you to please rethink the general concept.

If something is somehow important enough for her to ask her abusers of all people for help, there’s no telling how much she’d let them get away with in regards to how they treat her if she really needs their help that much. She might even have to force herself to walk on eggshells around her abusers, since she can’t risk pissing them off while she needs them. You can probably see how that’s an issue.

If you really want to write a fic about emancipated Amity interacting with her parents, put her in a situation where she is in control, rather than her parents. If it’s Alador and Odalia that need/want something from Amity instead of the other way around, Amity can refuse their request, and even if she doesn’t initially, she can cut them back out of her life at any given point during the story. She doesn’t have to put up with any bad behavior from her parents. The second they overstep a line she drew, she can cut them off again, and the whole thing is over. There’s still dangers to this situation, of course (it’s important to keep in mind that it’s not uncommon for abusers to pretend to be better people for a time, only to fall back into their usual behavior as soon as they have the victim back in their control), but giving Amity control over the situation and hence the means to end it whenever she wants to is an entirely different setup than her going to her parents for help, and essentially giving them back the means to control her.

I highly recommend checking out the story Make My Home Inside Your Heart by @whatisurowlpolicy regarding how to handle adult Amity around her parents, but the main takeaway from me here would be, plain and simple: Do not put an emancipated abuse victim into a situation where she’s forced to rely on her abusers for help.

Edit: I am not saying abuse victims can’t write about their experiences, I’m sorry if that came across that way. Longer explanation in my reblog but essentially just if you write something like this without personal experience, especially as a beginner writer, there’s a high chance you’ll accidentally end up causing more harm than good. This is one of the topics that I firmly believe you shouldn’t be covered at all if it can’t be covered respectfully.

[drabbles-of-writing]

Reverse Au! Dump

Don’t mind my idea dumping here. Brain decided to have fun while I was at work and I have too many wips as it is, so… Thought I’d ask before I dumped, experience. Used morningmark’s comics as a base, so if you want reference. Now this isn’t all that well compiled, but here it goes.

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Magic in the Other World is varied as it is crazy. So many styles over the generations and not a lot of organization. There are some that try to categorize it all, but that works as well as you’d expect. Some were lost, some erased, some weren’t passed down/recorded because “the power is all mine! Ahahaha!” It took a lot of time and collaboration, but eventually a sort of system was installed to help out. Still a lot of work to do, but its a step forward. Nowadays the term Wild Magic is generally reserved for those that aren’t all that well documented and understood.

Some Magics are very powerful and desirable, but also tend to be very high risk/high reward, kinda pass/fail, pretty literally Do or Die most times. So not a lot of people can use those or are even willing to. Story says this one guy named Odin hung himself on a massive tree by his own spear for nine days, no food water or rest in constant pain before he could unlock the secret of Runes. But it’s also said he gouged out his own eye to drink from the Well of Wisdom so… 

There are lots of different ways to channel magic too: wands, staves, jewelry, certain gems, familiars, potions, enchanted armaments, chants, scripts, etc. Each tool has its own advantages and disadvantages and play into a Witches’ style. Every Witch has at least two methods of spellcasting. Only children have one. Haven’t thought of how Luz gets her Palisman though. Maybe its one of those magic Artifacts like Dr. Strange’s cloak, Elder Wand, Thor’s hammer, or a Green Lantern’s Ring. Something that can’t be recreated because the secret is lost, materials no longer exist, too hard/dangerous to make, accident that can’t be recreated, etc. Happens more often than people like.

Camilla is sometimes called the Blue Witch. She’s a healer by heart and trade, but push her and she will become a one Witch Battleship. Bismark who? Aaaaand she just deleted a whole battalion. And the fortress behind them. Hide me. There are the very rare occasions, like count on one hand rare, when someone near and dear to her heart is in trouble that she takes up her other job. She’s especially terrifying when she decides to torture, those who know how to heal the body know best how to break it. Many shades of Blue, some are very close to Black. She doesn’t necessarily hate Humans exactly, but doesn’t have the highest of regard from past experiences.

Luz has training and is a proficient Witch for her age. Camilla and her father were adamant about having a general knowledge/skillset alongside her specialized skill. Jack of all trades and a master of none, still better than a master of one. She has gone through the system for her magic with varying success. Oracle magic? Zero talent. Bard classes? She can play an instrument, but can’t sing at the same time. When she does sing she tires too hard and messes up. It’s only when she doesn’t try, like absently singing along with a song or playing by her heart, that she’s good at it. Beasts? Can use them, but would rather play with them. Bleeding heart and all that. She does have a good handle on healing magic partly due to Camilla drilling necessary skills into her and partly osmosis. Her father arranged for some CQC lessons from an old friend of his which the girl loved. You get the idea. It wasn’t until she discovered Glyphs that she found her niche and her skills took off. Glyphs are one of those ‘eccentric’ or 'archaic’ styles since they haven’t been used in so long after being lost and are barely understood. She still has a long way to go, but she is on her way.

Luz never really had much in the way of friends, partly cuz of high profile parents which leads to certain pressures and a target on her head, partly because of her magic style and personality, and partly because of the trouble been going on. Luz grew up her whole life with this tension of a group of anarchists trying to burn society that’s just trying to do the right thing. The anarchists started small, but have been a growing problem the past few decades with talk how to 'reshape the world’ in not a good way. Anyone with critical thinking skills can tell this is a bad idea, but they are too brainwashed to notice. They harass anyone who doesn’t follow their rhetoric and attack anyone who even questions them. Luz’s parents put a real kink in a lot of their plans for years, which makes Luz guilty by association. 

Luz got caught in one of those sudden larger scuffles and was accidentally chucked/blown through a portal created by an attempted tactical retreat that went off course. Hence why she can’t go home because she hasn’t learned how to do portals yet. Those are high level anyway so how did these guys pull it off so easily? Luz has a hard time blending in obviously. Learning how to use a phone was a fun endeavor. Internet was a trip. Luz is amazed how these people can do all this cool stuff without magic. Keep a low profile sure, she can pass off as a weird out of town kid. Keep the beanie on, underperform in gym and stuff because some things don’t change, like genetics. Someone sharp eyed will see discrepancies. The Beanie has a small Glamor spell built in that covers her witchy traits but she forgot the ears which is why it sits like it does. Luz can erase memories in case she has an accident, but it’s less of a 'remove my face from this picture with a scalpel’, and more of a 'lemme just hack off the past hour or three from your brain with an axe.’ If she tries to take any more then she starts burning into some more dangerous territory and those Wiped are groggy and disoriented for a while after already. Then the magic attacks start happening and her heroic instinct/anti-bystander complex kicks in and there goes that. It runs in the family so Camilla isn’t surprised in the slightest when she finds out.

“Oh titan, why did you curse me with another me?” “I’m right here Mami!”

Eda has a shack very akin to Grunkle Stan. Lots of junk that Lilith can’t believe that people are dumb enough to buy. She’s also involved in some not so legal dealings on the side. Well, Eda isn’t actually hurting anybody and the tax dollars she should be paying would only go towards some politicians’ next yacht or another pointless overseas 'investment’ instead of where it’s supposed to go so. Eda does give some good intel on occasion and a place to vent so Lillith overlooks her. Lil’s more of the secret police for witches and a petty crook isn’t part of her job anyway. Eda understands Luz’s predicament and is willing to help. The cover story is that Camilla work in hospitals and has to work crazy hours while her dad passed away so is living with Eda for a while. King is that kind of critter that grew up weird and acts like ten different animals all the time.

Gus is the nerdy kid who infodumps on everybody, even if they’re not listening. Loves anything fantasy/sci-fi related and plays Minecraft too. A good kid at heart, but needs some social skills. Keep him away from anything more sugary than tea. Luz learned a lot listening to him. Not all of it is entirely useful, but still. Some of his ramblings give her some good ideas for magic and stuff, like putting Glyphs on cards.

The Blights are the cool rich kids obviously, and have some discipline and social issues. Big family name makes them intimidating for normies and a meal ticket for the unsavory. These kids need real friends. They decided to act out to get some attention from the parents who then decided to ignore them. “If you’re going to act like a child tantrum, get treated like one.” Ed is perfect for Drama classes, if he were allowed to partake. Can’t decide what Em is great at, hacking perhaps? Amity’s car is an inheritance from the only family to treat her as such Twins aside, even if she’s too young to remember it. She only remembers that she has feelings surrounding the car. All three of them were pretty impressed with Luz for standing up to them, calling them out on their shit, and not giving a crap about their family name. Being treated like a normal person is pretty weird. Can we get her to do that again?

Amity tried dating Boscha once, didn’t work out very well. Boscha is still hurting over Amity’s comment of “I’d rather go date the new weird kid (Luz) than go back to you.” It’s one of the reasons she goes after Luz. She has that kind of Bud personality from Spider Man, feels lesser and so acts out so much. 

“Wow, this new Witch is amazing. Not as cool as the original Witch.”

“What is it with the Witch with you?”

“Oh, she’s a hero. Looks out for the city and the little guy. She inspires me. Makes me want to be a bigger person. *sees Luz* What’s up Luz-er?”

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And that’s what I got right now. I know there was more, but it’s lost to the void right now. Might come back later, maybe not. Lemme know what you think.

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DAMN you weren’t lying when you said you had an info-dump this is *chefs kiss* you got me intrigued now

[even-love-unreturned]

Meanings behind Chain of Iron chapter titles (part I, Ch1-15)

1. The Bright Web

From Dante Gabriel Rossetti’s sonnet “Body’s Beauty” (1866), alternatively titled “Lilith”, written to accompany his painting Lady Lilith.

Of Adam's first wife, Lilith, it is told (The witch he loved before the gift of Eve,) That, ere the snake's, her sweet tongue could deceive, And her enchanted hair was the first gold. And still she sits, young while the earth is old, And, subtly of herself contemplative, Draws men to watch the bright web she can weave, Till heart and body and life are in its hold.

2. All That Turns

3. Bitter and Sweet

4. A Good Name

From “This Marriage” by Rumi, date unknown.

May these vows and this marriage be blessed. May it be sweet milk, this marriage, like wine and halvah. May this marriage offer fruit and shade like the date palm. May this marriage be full of laughter, our every day a day in paradise. May this marriage be a sign of compassion, a seal of happiness here and hereafter. May this marriage have a fair face and a good name, an omen as welcome as the moon in a clear blue sky. I am out of words to describe how spirit mingles in this marriage.

5. The King is Dead

“The King is dead, long live the King“ is a well-known traditional saying, and is the first thing that comes to mind, though I’m not convinced that this is the particular source for this title.

6. Things To Come

There are way too many possibilities for this one to narrow it down. I’ll put two of them here:

One the poem “The Flesh and the Spirit“ by Anne Bradstreet, published in 1650. An excerpt:

In secret place where once I stood Close by the Banks of Lacrim flood, I heard two sisters reason on Things that are past and things to come. One Flesh was call’d, who had her eye On worldly wealth and vanity; The other Spirit, who did rear Her thoughts unto a higher sphere.

And the other is “Frost at Midnight” by Samuel Taylor Coleridge, written in 1798. An excerpt:

So sweetly, that they stirred and haunted me With a wild pleasure, falling on mine ear Most like articulate sounds of things to come! So gazed I, till the soothing things, I dreamt, Lulled me to sleep, and sleep prolonged my dreams!

7. Tread Lightly

Perhaps “Requiescat” by Oscar Wilde, written in the 1880s. In the poem, the speaker speaks of and to an unnamed woman, who is buried and cannot hear.

Tread lightly, she is near Under the snow, Speak gently, she can hear The daisies grow.

All her bright golden hair Tarnished with rust, She that was young and fair Fallen to dust.

8. To Bring a Fire

Most of the references I can find for this are Biblical passages, but none exact.

9. The Scars Remaining

Most likely from “Christabel”, an unfinished narrative ballad written by Samuel Taylor Coleridge from 1797-1800. The ballad focuses on a young lady named Christabel and her encounter with a strikingly beautiful stranger called Geraldine, who claims to have been kidnapped from her home. Christabel takes Geraldine in to share her bed, and they spend the night together. The story also involves Geraldine putting a spell on Christabel that leaves her unable to tell anyone about what they do or what Geraldine’s “true form“ is.

Brings to mind a certain other strikingly beautiful character in TLH who also does spells to a similar effect, doesn’t it?

This excerpt that includes the phrase “the scars remaining”, however, is about Christabel’s father and his long-lost friend with whom he had a falling-out, but who also turns out to be Geraldine’s father.

They parted—ne'er to meet again! But never either found another To free the hollow heart from paining— They stood aloof, the scars remaining, Like cliffs which had been rent asunder; A dreary sea now flows between;— But neither heat, nor frost, nor thunder, Shall wholly do away, I ween, The marks of that which once hath been.

10. The Damned Earth

Likely from Edgar Allen Poe’s poem, “Lenore”, published in 1843.

Avaunt! to-night my heart is light. No dirge will I upraise, “But waft the angel on her flight with a Pæan of old days! “Let no bell toll! — lest her sweet soul, amid its hallowed mirth, “Should catch the note, as it doth float up from the damned Earth. “To friends above, from fiends below, the indignant ghost is riven — “From Hell unto a high estate far up within the Heaven — “From grief and groan, to a golden throne, beside the King of Heaven.

11. Crowns and Pounds and Guineas

From an untitled poem (but often identified by its first line) by A. E. Housman, included in his poetry book A Shropshire Lad, published in 1896. According to Wikipedia, this collection sold “slowly at first, it then rapidly grew in popularity, particularly among young readers. Composers began setting the poems to music less than ten years after their first appearance.”

When I was one-and-twenty I heard a wise man say, “Give crowns and pounds and guineas But not your heart away; Give pearls away and rubies But keep your fancy free.” But I was one-and-twenty, No use to talk to me.

12. Requiem

A requiem is a mass for the repose of the souls of the dead, or a piece of musical composition in honor of the dead. It’d be impossible to narrow this down to a specific quote, though.

13. The Wintry Wind

Likely from “The Withering of the Boughs“ by W. B. Yeats, published as part of his poetry volume In The Seven Woods (1903). Each of the three stanzas of the poem ends with the following two lines:

“No boughs have withered because of the wintry wind, The boughs have withered because I have told them my dreams.”

14. The Flaming Forge

From “The Village Blacksmith“ (1840) by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. The poem makes use of the image of “the flaming forge“ twice.

And children coming home from school Look in at the open door; They love to see the flaming forge, And hear the bellows roar, And catch the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a threshing-floor.

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Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught! Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought.

15. Walk by Daytime

From poem V in “A Dark Month” by Algernon Charles Swinburne, written in May 1881.

Dreams that strive to seem awake, Ghosts that walk by daytime, Weary winds the way they take, Since, for one child's absent sake, May knows well, whate'er things make Sport, it is not Maytime.

Part 2 (chapters 16-29) here.

[sintheyokai]

No Father of Mine (Part 2)

[Part 1]

**for additional information, Arabella is originally French living with her found family in Mexico and she's multilingual. Translated French will be italicized and translated Spanish will be bolded, unless presumed otherwise. This is pre-Belphrelease.

Arabella is many things- an assassin, an actress, a spy, all of which require a mask she's worn since childhood. All of which, as she learned in her previous home, require a heart of stone. Because of this, Arabella does not see herself as kind, unworthy of praise where praise is due. Despite these thoughts, however, she is determined to pay off Mammon's debt, even if it means dragging in others to do so. While doing so, the topic of a name comes up, which brings along other, revealing topics.

"You got all that written down? It's a lot, I know, and your handwriting speed isn't exactly the fastest... You've been taking your medicine for that, right?" The demons watched as Arabella began pacing the room, on the phone with the third person so far.

"Still can't believe she's been hiding the fact she's multilingual." Asmodeus sighed, "I don't know about the rest of you, but I find it absolutely sexy when someone speaks in another language."

"Asmo, quiet." Satan ordered, "I can't hear her."

"Okay, okay... Yes I spoke with Charlotte, Ji-yoo and Bibi, they'll be... No! Goodness no, of course I didn't force them to give up more than necessary, the latter are planning their wedding for all sakes! Charlotte will be giving the same as I am giving, and the soon-to-be newlyweds are giving the same between the two of them, totaling to about 250 million. That leaves 750 million between the three of you. Can you handle it?"

There was silence for a bit longer before a small laugh left Arabella as she sat down on the ottoman.

"Okay... Thank you... I'll send my portion of money to you all and we can go from there. I love you too Abuelita... Tell Chime and Lilith I said hi... Bye."

Six spines straightened and tensed, eyes widening as she hung up.

"Lilith?" Beelzebub was the first to speak, Arabella's head snapping towards the brothers.

"Ah, yes. That's my sister. Not by blood, mind you, I was adopted into the family while she has been a part of it for a long time. She's an angel, you see."

Blood ran cold.

"Didn't you specifically say you weren't Christian?" Mammon asked, remembering an old conversation.

"I'm not. No one in my family is. Lilith used to be, but she decided to join us in Aztec worship."

"Isn't that really bloody and violent? I'd never take you for the type." Asmodeus failed to hide the frown that spread across his face.

"I wouldn't say so much as you think. Besides, I work in a profession where the deceased are common. And even without the bodies, we find the gods are seemingly content with sacrificed animals- the larger the better. Even so, regardless of sacrifice, when I call upon the gods of Aztec religion, they actually answer."

"I'm curious," Satan mused, "What lead you to worship nearly forgotten gods as opposed to the one a majority praises? And how did you get your supposed angel of a sister to join you?"

There was a still silence as Arabella slowly got up and approached the fireplace, staring into the golden flames that cracked and sparked on occasion.

"To answer your second question... I believe she realized she was abandoned."

She paused, and hearing no questions, she continued, fidgeting with her fingers.

"Lilith has very vague memories of her past, and the most prominent of them all is appearing amongst a small Aztec settlement, barely conscious, in a ray of light that slowly diminished. Most of the other memories she has are fleeting flashbacks of faces she says she cannot remember, but they all look familiar. 'I am above the clouds!' she would tell me, 'It's gorgeous, and yet... I feel as if I no longer belong.' Everyone in the family came to a mutual agreement," she turned back towards the brothers, all of them still in anticipation, "That wherever she had been before, this God she praised before she fell, it no longer loved her, He no longer loved her, and thus she needed to cut the painful memories of those places. She's been doing wonderfully so far too. She curses and despises the 'Almighty Father' she grew up with. She hates him immensely, as does my Abuelita, my brother-in-law, and me."

She sat down again, returning her attention to the fireplace, seeming to lose focus on all else around her.

"As for why we hate him, well... We do not respect the God of Christianity. We do not bow to a God the holds other by their necks and says 'Worship me, fear me, respect me, lest you be damned by my hand." She paused, hands fidgeting and grip tightening on her legs and notebook, "My brother in law is a literal demon. He does not respect God out of spite. My Abuelita had it taught in her from generations past, and does not agree with aspects of the bible. She knows things about Lilith that only we as a family know, things that only further our hatred. As for me... I have had things happen to me that I know now I did not deserve. A hell placed on me that I wasn't released from for years."

Her legs were now bleeding from the pressure of her nails digging deep into her skin.

"Where was He when I called? Why did I have to endure what I did for years when He is supposedly an all loving and caring God? Those I knew before do not deserve love. They do not deserve forgiveness. The new family I am a part of, however, showed me that the Aztec gods answer. They listen. They do not stand by and hold you by a chain- put you through a living hell while proclaiming that they love you. With each of our stories, each of our hardships and thoughts, we have each decided unanimously on one thing, one thing we still agree on to this day and will agree on forevermore."

She stood up again, this time approaching the window, seldom flinching with the blood dripping down her legs. When she reached the sill, she gripped it with such strength, such ferocity, it creaked and nearly bent from the force.

"If God is so willing to kill His children simply because of 'fate', so willing to watch the world burn and only cause little miracles that barely contribute to the main problem, He is no God. He's a tyrant grasping at the puppet strings of others to keep power." she turned to the eldest, her eyes dead and cold, a scowl etched into her features, "If God has no regrets about tossing his own son, his dearest Lucifer, out of Heaven for only feeding the curiosity of the humanity he formed in his image, and still refuses to forgive him? I do not want that God's praise upon my lips. He is no loving God. He is an abuser who, upon realizing he was losing his power, tossed his children out of their home and said 'Be damned, for you no longer blindly worship me.' I do not want that God's practice upon my lips. I refuse to worship an abuser. I refuse to simply please a tyrant. I would never call this God 'Father'..."

For He is no Father of mine.

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And with that, No Father of Mine is finished! I’m really happy with how this particular story came out, and I actually finished it for once! Please reblog if you can, I would really appreciate it, and if you can, tell me if you enjoyed this little tidbit I thought of at 3 in the morning after being awoken for no reason.

[beyondconfessor]

Explicit Truths

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Lilith/Zelda Spellman/Reader

Summary: When a truth spell has you admitting what you're really thinking about during the assembly, Zelda has no choice but to punish you.

N.B.: for @ lilithsmuffin, also posted on AO3 You had been brought in as an educator. A witch from a distant coven, moving to set new roots and get away from the old ways. When rumours arrived to your doorstep that the very same Academy of Unseen Arts had a Directrix as well as a Priestess? You practically packed your bags the same day, leaving your coven to sprint towards the Church of Night, now turned Church of Lilith.

Zelda was…magnificent in all of her glory. Watching her speak in Dark Mass was breathtaking. She was elegant, prepared, but in easy confidence, and there was a dry humour as she rose an eyebrow, offering a joke that had your heart glowing around the stories of Lilith.

Here the coven taught independence, it taught power in the simple magics, and strength in your ties to one-another. It taught you self-respect and made you eager to be a part of more.

Your introduction, an ardent request to join the coven, had been met with an arched brow. “And what can you offer us?”

It didn’t take a keen eye to notice the lack of adults, but despite the desperation the coven was left in, not all would be accepted––you still needed to prove your worth.

You could offer a lot, you assured, and had somehow managed to convince her that your skills were well not just invaluable but required. Perhaps you were not proficient in high-end hexes and curses as herself, but your theory was strong, your interest in the dark arts paramount to your obsession in transmutation. And at the very least, you were a teacher who could stay at the school when Directrix Spellman was otherwise needing a break to return home to the Spellman Manor.

Though, since your arrival, you noticed she had only visited a few times, otherwise staying nearby should the children require her.

You prepped your lesson, you taught with enthusiasm and passion, and where as some of the children took well to you, others…thought themselves pranksters.

A truth spell in your morning tea. At first, it was hardly noticeable. You were overall quite an honest person, finding no reason to lie when asked a direct question, which was all fine and well…until Directrix Spellman began to speak at the assembly, and as you had over the last few weeks, you found yourself lost in her eyes, watching as the sunlight sparkled in her hair, or the way her hands moved that made you wonder if they were as elegant in other kinds of movements.

It was a dull topic, barely made more interesting by the way her she spoke, truth to be told. And when she turned and asked you a question, enquiring as to your agreement, you’d answered her honestly.

“I wasn’t paying attention.”

It received a laugh from the students, and Zelda’s face pinched at your admission. Confused.

“Pardon?” she asked, her voice going low with warning, reminding you that you were undermining her authority. “And why aren’t you paying attention?”

“I was thinking about what your fingers would feel like buried inside of me.”

Zelda blinked.

The students roared with laughter.

And you felt your face burn with embarrassment. It was then you realised that you were under the influence of a truth spell, and it seemed like you were unable to swallow the words away.

“Excuse me?” Her voice was low and deep. You’d humiliated her and the terror of that swelled in your chest.

Squeaking, you buried your face in your hands. “Please ignore me.”

Zelda’s expression shifted, a mask coming over her face before she looked back to the students and waved her hand, bringing silence to the room. “Who?” she asked. And the room paused, looking at each other awkwardly. “Speak up or I’ll personally punish each and everyone of you.”

“I’m sure one of us wouldn’t mind being punished, would they?” Dorcas said, and the girl’s eyes turned on you, a mischievous look in her face. Apparently your crush on Directrix Spellman had not gone unnoticed.

“I would enjoy it,” you agreed and then bit your lip hard, as if it could stop the words from coming out. Zelda gave you a sharp look before glaring at Agatha and Dorcas both.

“If no one will come forward then you’ll all be punished until such a time as you decide to be honest. Consider your freedom to move off campus revoked, and your reduced. Dismissed.” There was grumbling before the children scatted and Zelda turned on her heel, looking at you. “With me,” she directed sharply and your head bowed at her words. She was angry, and it was your fault. You should have checked your tea, you should have known that the faint taste of honey had to do with a truth spell, but you’d just thought that Hilda had noticed the cough you had that morning.

In fairness, it had helped it.

Zelda led you to office and then shut the door behind her, pointing for you to sit in front of the desk before she moved to sit in the grand chair behind it. You’d fantasied more than once about fucking her in that very same chair.

Her hands folded before her on the desk, as she sat up straight, her expression firm and unimpressed and you felt yourself look away, unable to meet her eyes. You’d been here a total of three and a half weeks, and you’d already disappointed her.

“The children are cruel,” she began. “When I first begun as a teacher they’d tried a similar thing. You need to be strict with them or they’ll continue to walk over you.”

“Yes, Directrix,” you said, still not meeting her eyes.

A silence pulled, and then you found yourself looking up, watching as Zelda seemed to stare at you, as if trying to work out what to do next. Perhaps she planned to temporarily strip you of your magic, or have you on scutwork in the kitchens. Whatever it was, you were sure it would be something well deserved.

“Do you think you need to be punished?” She enquired.

You nodded, feeling your eyes prick. “I do.”

“What lesson do you think you need to learn?”

You swallowed, her voice had taken to being gentle, as if she was guiding you to some point and the ease of that helped. “Not to drink potions unaware?”

“Mm. And anything else?”

“To…” and you swallowed, the truth spell tugging at you to respond while your own anxiety seemed to desire it to tug the words back––the spell won. “To not fantasise during assemblies.”

“Well, we’re only witches,” Zelda said. “We can hardly help our base desires. In fact, I would say that its encouraged in our tenets.”

Your eyes held hers and you watched as a smirk tugged at her lips. Was she…implying what you suspected? No, it seemed unlikely. Directrix Spellman was the High Priestess of the Church of Lilith. Her devotion was to their goddess, their Queen of Hell. Lilith guide her, surely she wasn’t––

“Surely she is,” a voice said beside you.

You’re back tensed as you slowly turned to look at the chair beside you, watching as crowned Queen of Hell crossed her legs, giving a small laugh as she drew a glass of whiskey to her lips. “She is as you said, Zelda.”

“I don’t exaggerated.”

“Mm. Quite lovely,” she said and her eyes drew down the length of your body and then back to your face. “But look at her. Flushed with guilt, and saying such naughty things to undermine your authority. Whatever will we do?”

“I’m always of the believe that a good punishment is picked by their wrong-doer,” Zelda said, before her eyes fell to yours. “So, tell me dear, what do you want your punishment to be?”

Your throat swelled with the words. Not what do you think, but what do you want. And you already knew what you wanted. You’d thought about, dreamt about late at night between your sheets. Embarrassment flushed through you as you squirmed on the seat, trying to bite back the words, your hand wrapping over your mouth to muffle them.

“What was that?” Lilith inquired, her eyes sparkling and you felt your breath draw tight in your lungs.

“Speak up,” Zelda commended. “Or I’ll have your hands bound if you can’t keep them away from your face.”

“Caning,” you said, and your eyes moved to the weapon she had leaning by the desk. It was a a long piece of wood, an extender with a piece of chalk in it to write high on the tall chalkboards, but the few times you’d seen her weilding it in the classroom, your mind had drifted to better uses for it.

Your eyes fell to your lap and your hands dug into the material of your dress on your thighs. There was more, but the spell seemed satisfied at the single admitted word.

“Well, Zelda. I think we should oblige.”

“Oh yes, quite a good idea.” And then she was pushing back in the desk chair, standing behind the desk. She moved papers to the side of the otherwise tidy desk, and then she she gestured for you to stand before her, eyebrow cocked, waiting.

You shouldn’t keep her waiting.

Swallowing, you stood up and moved around the desk, coming to stand before her. Lilith remained in her seat, a large cheshire grin growing on her lips as she watched you shiver, making no attempt to leave to the privacy of your punishment.

And a part of you didn’t want her to leave, especially when her chest heaved with an intake of breath, eyes drawing over you again with unabashed lust.

“What are you waiting for? Bend over, on the desk,” Zelda said.

“Yes, Directrix.”

You laid yourself across the desk, hands reaching across the expanse to clutch at the other side as you shifted your legs.

“Back straight,” Zelda said, and then she was adjusting your hips and you had to bite your lip, eyes fluttering shut as you felt her hands draw up your sides and then back down, almost soothing. And then she pressed behind you and your breath exhaled, eyes opening as you felt something press against you.

Was she––?

“Good girl,” she whispered in your ear and her hand drew down your back, down your backside to your thighs where the skirt of the dress ended. You held your breath and felt fingertips graze over the back of your legs, and then the dress was sliding up and over your hips, bunching around your waist. The air was cool against your skin and you felt her fingers trail over the band of cotton. “These off too, hmm?” she enquired.

“Yes,” and you ducked your face under your hands, only to feel a hand cup under your chin and tug it back, looking up over the desk.

“I want to see your face,” Lilith said, her thumb grazing across your cheek as she held your face steady in her hand. “Will you oblige your Queen?”

“I will.”

“Zelda’s right, you are a good girl. And if you’re very, very good, I’m sure a treat can be arranged?” and then Lilith’s eyes flicked to behind your shoulder, to where Zelda was. Both women seemed to share a look and you felt the response squirm inside of you.

And then your underwear wear was tugged down, dropped around your ankles. You stepped out of them and felt as Zelda’s hands settled over your backside, nails bluntly drawing over thighs to your hips. And then the warmth of her hands left and you heard the sound of wood dragging against wood as she picked up the cane. Anticipation tightened in you, but Lilith’s hand hadn’t removed from your face, her thumb stroking against your cheek as she watched Zelda set up behind you.

“How many lashed to begin with?” Zelda asked.

“Five,” Lilith answered, her bright eyes turning to you, “that sounds fair, doesn’t it?”

“Five is good,” you agreed.

There was a quiet and you watched as Lilith’s eyes looked to Zelda’s, her smile widening into a grin. The cane pressed gently against your ass, and then it pulled back and the only warning you had was Lilith’s eyes sparkling with delight as the cane cut through through the air––thwack––and hit your backside, across the middle, against both cheeks.

Gasping, you felt the hand tighten on your chin, nails holding you firmly in place before the cane struck again, firmer this. It stung, pain bleeding hotly over your skin, but Lilith’s expression softened and you heard a moan slip from behind you.

You jumped as fingers touched over your skin where the two marks had hit and watched as Lilith smiled at you. “Too much?” she asked.

“No,” you answered, voice heavy with arousal. Again you wanted to say, but it was clear on your face as Lilith looked to Zelda and gave a nod.

It was harder, firmer. One, two and then three, the sounds filling the air and by the last one you were gasping, head bowing against Lilith’s hands as you clutched at the desk. Already you could feel a slickness in your thighs––if the day was filled only by this you’d dream of it from the rest of your life.

“Five,” Zelda stated and you shivered at the deepness of her voice, thick with arousal at her finger tips drew over the hot skin. “Do you think you’ve served your punishment?”

“No, Directrix,” you answered, biting your lip and this time Lilith laughed.

“Is that so?” Zelda asked and her hand came to press against your lower back, holding you firmly. “Perhaps we should try something different.” And then you heard the sound of a drawer opening and something being pulled from it.

Lilith looked from whatever object it was and then to you. “This will sting,” she promised, her thumb still stroking your cheek. “Usually I’d say something along the lines of ‘this hurts us more than it hurts you’, but that’s just not true. This will hurt and we’re going to enjoy it very much.”

You nodded and felt as behind you Zelda shifted, and then you felt the touch of leather draw over your ass, across the hot skin. It slid down your thigh, sliding low to the back of your leg, and then it slipped between your knees and up. You’re mouth parted, a throbbing growing already between your legs as you began to almost pant in anticipation.

It brushed over the labia, drawing gently against it, drawing over the entire length before it disappeared. Your hips pressed firmed against the desk, a part of you wanting very desperately to feel that leather draw firmer against it.

You felt Zelda’s heel nudge between your feet, “Spread your legs for me,” she said, her shoe pressing your foot from one side to the other until you were spread wide and open. Your body flushed at the command.

“You like being told to spread your legs for your Directrix, don’t you?” Lilith teased.

“Yes,” you responded.

“Would you like it if she pressed between your thighs and…” and then Lilith was drawing close to you, until her face took up the entirety of your peripheral and all you could see was how blue her eyes were, “slid her fingers between those very wet folds of your cunt?”

“Yes,” you whispered, and your mouth parted as you felt Lilith brush closer, almost as if she was about to––

Thwack. You gasped and Lilith laughed, drawing back as you felt the sting of the leather against your backside. The pain drew hotly over your skin, and before you could prepare, a second one struck higher, firmer and you hissed feeling the sting wash over your backside. And just as you were about to recover, there was a third, low and firm to one cheek, leaving you whimpering.

“Good girl,” Zelda said and her hand drew over the last mark, firm as she touched over the forming welt. “Two more for me and then I think you’ve learnt your lesson.”

“Yes, Directrix Spellman.”

You paused, a tugging low in your belly. In the bent position, you could feel the cool air drawing over the wetness building between your legs. It must be obvious. It felt obvious.

Before you, Lilith’s lips parted, her eyes softening as she watched Zelda, and then her eyes pulled away to yours, mouth tugging into a secret smile for you. She held you firm, and when the strike came, fast and hard against your ass, you felt a moan pull at your mouth. It hurt, but as you drew in a breath, Lilith’s thumb drew over your cheek and Zelda’s hand over the struck area.

They were both gentle, tender movements and you whimpered, tears prick in your eyes. “You’re doing well,” Lilith told you.

“One more,” Zelda said.

“Make it count,” Lilith said. And she did. The strike was firm and hard, low on your ass so very edges of it struck over your labia. The sting shuddered through you and Lilith let go of you gently, allowing your head to drop forward, hiding in your arms.

She drew a hand through your hair, rising to her feet before she walked away. And then you could feel both women standing behind you, fingers grazing over the marks as Lilith gasped approvingly. “How lovely,” she admired, and you thought it was the welts Zelda had caused…and then you felt her finger slide between your thighs, drawing at the very edge before she pulled away.

“Quite wet,” Zelda said. “I dare say the lesson may not have been as well received as I’d hoped.”

“Whatever shall we do about that?” Lilith asked, and you felt her move to sit beside you, leaning against the desk. You shifted, turning to look, but a hand splayed over your lower back, holding you in place. And then you felt as fingers slid over your folds, before you felt Zelda press against your ass, her hand coming to stretch before your face.

Her fingertips glistened before you.

“Do you see this?” she asked.

“Yes.”

“Do you know what this is?”

Swallowing, you nodded. “Arousal,” you answered. And then corrected, “My arousal.”

“It’s a mess is what it is,” Zelda told you, “You should clean it up.”

You looked over your shoulder at them and watched as both women raised their eyebrows, waiting for you to do so. You turned back to the fingertips and pressed your face forward, until they brushed over your lips. And then your mouth parted and felt as Zelda’s fingers pressed against your tongue one by one, allowing you to lick them clean.

“There we go,” Zelda said, drawing her hand away. You felt an emptiness tugging low from inside of you, a desperation to feel those fingers enter elsewhere.

“This doesn’t fix the problem that I see,” Lilith advised. “I mean, look at that mess between her thighs. Poor thing is dripping. We should really help her out.”

“Oh, I entirely agree,” Zelda said, before she was nudging your legs further apart. “How do you want us to sort this mess?” Zelda asked of you.

“Fuck me,” you said. “I don’t care how just fuck me, please.”

“She doesn’t care how,” Lilith commented. And then she was stepping around the desk again, sitting in the same chair as she had before, setting her whiskey glass down to look you over. She leant back in the seat, her hand propped up on the arm of the chair as she rested her chin upon the palm of her hand, watching you. “Perhaps we can narrow this down.”

And you felt Zelda press against you and you knew this time, feeling the pants brush against your parted legs, there was a strap pushing against you and your eyes fluttered at the thought.

Lilith caught your expression. “You can’t see,” she told you, “But our dear Directrix is looking at you like you’re the belle of the orgy. I think she wants to touch your cunt, would you like that?”

Your response came out as an exhaled breath, “Yes.”

And then you felt Zelda’s fingers sliding over the front of your thighs. Your hands clutched at the desk, anticipating the touch as you felt her pants press firmer against you. And then there was the lightest graze, over your pubic mound, down touching lightly over the folds and then a finger found your clit. It was soft tease, and then a firm stroke, circling. You whimpered at it, pressing firmer against the front of her pants as you tried to slide against her fingers.

The hand dropped away and you whined.

Lilith pouted, leaning forward in the chair to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “Not enough?” she asked.

“No.”

“Do you want more?”

“Yes.”

“Tell your Queen what you want.”

“I…I can feel…”

Lilith nodded, and it was patronising as she bit her lip, eyes flicking to Zelda and then back to you. “You can feel, what?” she asked.

“A toy.”

“Mm. Directrix Spellman was all prepared for a meeting we were to have later,” she said, eyes flicking up to Zelda’s to share a secret smile before turning back to you. “And then we had to deal with this situation.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Oh, no, this has be a much preferred turn of events, wasn’t it dear?” Lilith asked.

“Indeed,” Zelda agreed.

“You know, where Directrix Spellman first saw you…oh she couldn’t keep her eyes from you. She’d dream about fucking you, fucking me, fucking us. Now, be a good girl and tell me, did you dream about this too?”

“Yes.”

“Here?”

And Zelda’s fingers were circling your clit again as you nodded. “Here,” you confirmed, your breath coming out in a pant.

“Did you think about fucking her or just being fucked?”

“Both. And you. I thought about fucking you…” you trailed off, feeling a growing orgasm tugging low. You weren’t far off, you could feel yourself clenching, wanting to squeeze around Zelda’s fingers, or the strap she was keeping in her pants, or Lilith’s tongue or…anything, anything that they’d give.

Lilith grinned. “Do you want Directrix Spellman to fuck you with her dildo?”

You nodded, feeling the pace quicken.

“You need to ask her.”

The speed around your clit was increasing, stroking firmer and you squirmed, hips shaking. “Please,” you panted. “Please Directrix, will…will you fuck––“ you cut off with a moan, eyes squeezing shut. “Fuck me with your dildo.”

“You only had to ask,” Zelda said, with a low throaty laugh. Her fingers pulled away and you dropped on the desk, your muscles easing as you felt the growing climax die away. And then there was the unmistakable sound of a zip being undone, and then your felt the toy press against your entrance. Zelda’s hand held your waist and Lilith’s hands drew over your wrists, holding you firm as the toy drew prominently over your vulva, sliding firmly up, hitting over your clit and then back down.

Once, twice, she stroked and your hips shifted, moving in time and then she was pressing against the entrance and your breath came out as a sigh at how good it felt.

She slid inside of you and gave a short stroke before she was sliding out again. Your eyes fluttered shut, a moan spilling from your lips. She did it again, deeper and then she was gone and you were left feeling empty.

You whimpered and then she was drawing inside of you again, deeper. You felt her hand tug you firmer on the shaft and you obliged, sliding down on it until it filled you completely. “Good girl,” she said.

She stroked inside of you, slowly at first, and then as you hips met her pace, she increased and you felt your self whine and moan, the sounds filling the air until she stopped and you were left panting on the desk, feeling the cool wood press against your skin.

“You’ll need to be quiet,” Zelda said. “We can’t have any students pushing through those doors and seeing you in such a compromising position.”

“If you can’t be quiet,” Lilith agreed, “We’ll just have to gag you.”

You looked at and watched her smirk, her hands still firm on your wrists. You weren’t certain of what they would gag you with, but you could hope.

When Zelda began rocking inside of you again, you didn’t hold back you moans. Deliberately allowing your mouth to part, moans coming out with short, sharp gasps.

Zelda’s hand spanked at your ass and you yelped with surprise. And then Lilith was grinning at you. “Now, I didn’t come prepared with a gag, and I’m afraid your dear piece of cotton has mysteriously disappeared. But…” and you watched as Lilith let go of you and with a sudden burst of magic, she had a pair of silken black undergarments in grip that could only belong to one other person. “Open up,” she said, her own mouth parting in excitement.

You obeyed, mouth going wide and felt her carefully place and ball Zelda’s silk underwear into your mouth. They were warm and wet and the realisation of that hummed through you as you realised that she’d been wet because of you.

“Much better,” Zelda said, “If you’re very good, next time we can go somewhere more private.”

Next time, you wanted to ask, but she was thrusting inside of you and your body was responding too well to the feeling to do anything but focus on meeting her pace.

Lilith’s hands held your wrists firm, her eyes staring at you with hunger as you felt Zelda slide in and out, in and out and desperately you wanted attention on your clit as well. You were close, so very, very close. You just needed….

Lilith let go of you and drew your hands down the table, only to feel Zelda’s nails dig into your hip, warning you to put them back. You couldn’t see Lilith, but you imagined she had moved around to stand beside and watch Zelda fuck you as you were moved closer and closer to orgasm––except, all at once you felt Zelda pull out of you.

“Stand up,” she said.

You panted, feeling your whole body flush, your heartbeat thundering in you as you shakily stood up. And then your back was being pressing against the front of Zelda’s body as Lilith came to stand before you. The toy pressed between your thighs and Lilith reached up, tugging the underwear out of your mouth gently, her hands cupping your face as she pressed a kiss to your lips, mouth parting for her tongue to brushed against yours.

And Zelda was kissing your neck, and then your head was turning and your mouth drew to hers.

The toy was sliding against you, and then as Zelda’s mouth parted, you felt it thrust inside of you. With a sudden gasp against her mouth, you squeezed around the toy.

And then a hand was drawing between your legs, over to your clit and you were kissing Zelda, Lilith was on your neck, and slowly you felt Zelda began thrusting inside of you, her mouth hot against yours until you felt her moan into your mouth.

Praise Lilith, you could feel the hand drawing against your clit, the firm, steady stroke in and out as the pace increased. The women held you steady on your feet, their hands firm on your body and you drew from one mouth to another as they stroked and fucked and drew every whine and moan and exhale from you until could feel stars building behind your eyes.

“Please,” you whimpered as you felt one of them bite at your shoulder. “Please let me…” as another sucked at your throat. There were hands holding your hips, tugging you over the strap, and one drawing underneath your bunched up dress, sliding to your breasts to pinch at your nipple.

“You can come for us,” Zelda whispered in your ear. And then her mouth drew over yours as the dildo stroked long and firm and Lilith’s fingers on your clit circled and pinched.

You came sobbing, grasping at both women, feeling you might collapse as your knees buckled but they held you up, kissing you eagerly as your body clenched and convulsed between them. It felt as if the bliss would extend for all eternity.

And then it slowed, like waves washing against the shore. Lilith’s hand drew away first, and then the shaft was sliding out of you.

With panting breaths, you leant back against Zelda as Lilith hands held you firm on your feet, a haze of endorphins washing over you.

“I should drink more spiked tea if that’s how it’s going to end,” you murmured.

“Oh, we’re not done with you yet,” Zelda advised. “You may be satisfied, but the two of us are just worked-up.”

You laughed, opening your eyes as you came to carefully pull away, steady on your feet. You manoeuvred yourself to lean against the desk, grinning at the two flushed-face women, both of them looking at you hungrily as if they’d only been teased.

Already, you could feel ideas forming in your head, thinking about how lovely Zelda would look in that grande chair of hers. How wonderful it would be to have Lilith sitting on your face.

“And how may I be of service?” you asked.

Zelda and Lilith turned to each other, sharing a look before they turned back. "First thing's first," Lilith said. "You have to pick who you'll serve first. And I promise, dearly, that the other will only punish you a little bit."

You drew in a breath, looking between them, knowing that either one would hold it against you. The question was...which one did you want to punish you more?

[simplyotometrash]

Hi! I just came across your A-Z fluff head cannons for Asmo and I loved it!!! (Requesting one for Lucifer please 😭 the overworked dad needs some fluff)

Of course! Usually I would ask you to just send in 5 letters, but since I did the whole thing for Asmo without any requests at all, I think I can put together one for Lucifer!

Fluff ABCs- Lucifer

Full Alphabet

A = Admiration (what do they absolutely adore about you?)

Your dedication and stubbornness. You’ve gotta be stubborn if you’re in love with Lucifer. He’s hard-headed and prideful, it can take a lot to get through to his very guarded heart. He doesn’t want to lose someone again, so the fact you were stubborn enough to pursue him and prove yourself in multiple situations is a quality he greatly admires about you.

B = Body (what is their favorite part of your body?)

Hands. He loves your hands. Watching your hands as you do tasks, holding your hands when he needs a break, how they feel in his hair when you rub his head after a stressful day or meeting. Your hands calm him down when he’s angry at Mammon. He adores them. If he had it his way, they’d be soft and supple for the rest of your life and you’d never have to lift a finger. Of course, he knows you’re not that kind of person.

C = Cuddling (how do they like to cuddle?)

He’s a big spoon cuddler all the fucking way. He feels like he is guarding you by being the big spoon. You fit nicely in his arms, no matter how tall you are. He enjoys wrapping his arm around your waist, tucking your body back against his. There are rare occasions where he will be the little spoon, but only when you’re facing one another. He will bury his face against your chest or neck and let you be the one holding him. Only when he’s exhausted, drunk, or stressed.

D = Dates (what does their ideal date with you look like?)

Getting him to make time for a date is the thing. He’s a busy, overworked man. He likes taking you out to nice dinners, then taking a walk before going back home. His dates are simple and on the formal side. His brothers claim he needs to spice things up and be more spontaneous, though that isn’t his preference. He likes to keep it classy.

E = Emotions (how do they express emotion around you?)

It takes a long time for him to let the mask drop. The facade cracks and he can be open to you. It’s just a matter of breaking through. He will let his words do everything while he physically keeps himself guarded. He refuses to physically break down. It’s very rare for him to even cry. Very rare. And sometimes you have to coax his feelings out of him. It’s not that he doesn’t want to tell you. Lucifer is used to getting through things on his own, having to be strong, and be the elder brother and father figure to his brothers. Learning to lean on someone takes time and he’s afraid of being vulnerable.

F = Family (do they want one? If they do, when?)

Give him some time to actually settle down. He feels like a father to his brothers, especially when they act like a group of children. Once he is settled more, though, he’d love to have a family. One or two children would be enough for him, he doesn’t need a house full. He needs a fucking break from the chaos. Give him that break before bringing up children.

G = Gifts (how do they feel about gift giving? What are their habits when it comes to this?)

Gifts from him are sparing. It’s not that he doesn’t want to shower you in presents, he’s just very contained and reserved. He reserves gifts for special occasions or when he feels the urge take him over. You never know exactly when you’ll get something from Lucifer, so it keeps you on your toes.

H = Holding Hands (when/how do they like to hold hands?)

He isn’t a big PDA man. He doesn’t hold your hand too often in public, not because he doesn’t want to but rather because he doesn’t feel the need to do it. He likes it when you hook your hand in his elbow while walking together. But he holds your hand all the time when in private. He takes his gloves off and holds your hands in his, enjoying the peace it brings him.

I = Injury (how would they act if you got hurt?)

He would not be able to keep his calm. He would be in his demon form instantly, bringing hell down upon the demon that hurt you. That demon will be lucky if they’re not dead. Why did they think to hurt the partner of Diavolo’s right-hand man? It was a big mistake.

If he hurt you, he would be filled with regret. He would vow to make it up to you every day and remember to restrain himself when he gets angry. It was most likely an accident, he didn’t know you were there. 

If it was you being clumsy, he would chuckle and pick you up off the ground. He would check you over for any serious injury but otherwise not be too concerned. 

J = Jokes (do they like to joke around with or prank you? how?)

Lucifer isn’t much for pranks or jokes. He’ll chuckle at yours but it isn’t really his thing, you know?

K = Kisses (how do they like to kiss you?)

He likes to kiss you deeply. Long, slow kisses against your mouth with tongues tangling together. He prefers sensual kisses. He isn’t a fan of chaste kisses that give him little satisfaction. He’s a demon who knows what he wants. That is why he prefers to kiss you in private, where he can do things as he sees fit. Given his position, he has an image he needs to keep up with. But that doesn't mean shit when it comes to being in love with you.

L = Love (how do they show you they love you?)

Taking time out of his busy days with work to just be with you. It doesn't matter how long. He will always find a way to make some time with you no matter how busy he is. It can be a quick lunch, a full dinner date, taking a walk when he is taking a break, or letting you play with his hair. This is a man who will find the time to be with you every single day.

M = Memory (favorite memory together?)

The first night you told him you loved him. He’d never felt so warm in his chest before. He felt loved. Like he had more purpose than just to be Diavolo’s second in command and parent his brothers constantly. He felt that there was more for him in life than he ever could have imagined. Those three words meant more to him than you even realized. He actually teared up, though he will deny it if you ever bring it up. It’s his fondest memory of you.

N = Nightmare (what is their worst fear?)

Losing you. The thought of you disappearing from the world- from his life- is haunting. It makes him sick to his stomach. He will do everything in his power to protect you from harm, unlike how he failed to truly protect Lilith. He doesn’t care that Lilith survived and carried on a normal life. He failed her. He won’t fail you.

O = Oddity (what is one quirk they have?)

You’ve noticed it time and time again. He has pens that don’t ever get used for writing. You know his writing tools, he uses them every damn day. But these pens serve another purpose. You know this because you have a photo to prove it. When Lucifer is stressed out or in deep thought, he pulls out a pen and chews on the end of it so he doesn’t accidentally do that to what he’s actually writing with. He looks so harmless when he’s in thought, teeth clamped around the end of a pen. It’s adorable.

P = Pet Names (what do they like to call you?)

He calls you dear, little dove, dearest, and dearest one. Slightly sounds like an old man with how tame his pet names are, but they bring butterflies to your stomach when he says them.

Q = Quality Time (how do they like to spend time with you?)

If he isn’t able to take you out, he likes it when you lay in bed together and you read to him. Yes, he is fully capable of reading on his own but there is something about laying with his head in your lap while you read aloud. You always pick novels you think he’ll enjoy, but he doesn’t actually care. He loves listening to the sound of your voice as you get into what you’re reading. You begin to encapsulate the work of fiction and bring it to life in your own way.

R = Rhythm (what song reminds you of them?)

Wake Me Up When September Ends by Green Day

S = Secrets (how open are they with you?)

Lucifer trusts you but he isn’t one to divulge his secrets to you if he doesn’t feel he has to. It’s nothing personal, he loves you and trusts you greatly, but he doesn’t tell anyone his secrets unnecessarily. If he tells you one of his secrets, you know that it’s been eating at him lately.

T = Time (how long did it take you to get together?)

It took a few months. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to be with, he truly did, but he was afraid. He didn’t want to get close to you and risk losing you. The idea of that was painful. He was scared to take that risk. You broke through his walls and he knew he couldn't let you go. You’ve been together ever since.

U = Upset (how do they act when you’re upset?)

He is level headed and calm when you’re upset. He does his best to help you, to make you feel better. He is there to listen to you, to hold you when you cry, let you vent, anything. He does his best.

V = Vaunt (what are they proud of? Do they like to show you off?)

He loves showing you off in a very classy manner. He likes having you on his arm, making it clear that you were taken. It’s very rare for any demon to try hitting on you, which is the entire point. 

W = Warrior (how do they feel about you fighting? Would they fight for you, beside you, etc?)

It chills him to the core to think about you fighting. He doesn’t want to see you fight, ever. If you get threatened or challenged to fight, he would rather be there to settle things. He does not want you to be in a fight if he can help it. 

X = X-Ray (how well are they able to read you?)

Lucifer is good at reading you. He knows how to read people, he has to. He wants to be able to help you, so he reads your body language and the tone of your voice.

Y = Yes (how would they propose to you?)

Lucifer, true to form, wants to keep it classy. He takes you out to a very nice dinner at Ristorante Six (compliments of Diavolo who insisted on helping Lucifer), a nice, relaxing walk after dinner until you get somewhere with a nice view, and that’s when he would break out the heartfelt speech he’s been practicing secretly for weeks.  

Z = Zen (what makes them feel calm?)

When you’re rubbing his head while he lays in your lap and you read a book to him. It’s the highlight of his day, even if it only happens for a short time. It always calms him down and is even able to help him unwind to get some sleep.

[myinconnelly1]

A Life Unlived: Life Goes On Pt 4

Masterlist / Previous

Word Count: 1708

A/N: Season 4 - 5 good luck don’t murder me  Emily.... don’t fucking murder me; this is the end of Life Goes on

Warnings: smut, themes of cheating, canon gore, angst- oh so much angst, implied character death (canon), misuse of god/goddess from other religions (canon)

June 2009

“Dean?  Where’s Sam?”  Myin asked as she opened the motel room door to see the beaten down hunter.  “Did you find him?  Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,”  Dean said, not moving from the doorway.  I found him, but I was too late.  Myin I failed.  I didn’t stop him.”

“The Devil?”  Myin whispered before pulling Dean in the motel room and hugging him tightly.  “I don’t think you were ever supposed to succeed.

“Fuck destiny!”  Dean shouted causing Myin to let go and take a step back.  “Sorry.  There is more,”  He said quieter.  “The horsemen of the apocalypse came with the devil from Hell.”

“Wait,”  Myin said looking around.  She seemed unphased by the news of the horsemen.  “Where’s Sam?  Is he…”

“He’s alive,”  Dean said realizing the Myin had started crying.  He pulled her against his chest and held her there.  “After killing Lilith I don’t think he thought the other hunters would let him live.  He left, he’s hiding.  Oh,”  Dean pulled a letter from his pocket.  “He gave me this for you,”

“So what now?  Are you going to hide too?”  Myin asked as she put the letter in a drawer by the bed.

“No, I’m going to keep hunting.  I can’t stop now that Lucifer is out in the world free to raise hell,”  Dean flopped unceremoniously onto the motel bed.  “Can I stay here with you?”  He asked quietly as the bed dipped and he rolled next to Myin.

“For as long as you want,”  She replied and kissed his hand before holding it tight to her breast.

Dean would come and go often for hunts, but Myin was flexible with her life.  She had always planned everything out in the past with Jay, and then with Sam.  But now, she wasn’t going to hurt herself by doing things the way she always had before.  She often wondered why Castiel freed her from her agreement with him, and if it had anything to do with her and Dean getting together, but regardless their relationship had been a byproduct of the situation.

Dean would stay with her at the motel when she was working at the hospital and he would come and stay with her and her kids when she was off from work.  They both new that the relationship had been rushed, but neither of them really cared, and both found it very comfortable.  Dean had a way with Dani and Penny that put her mother in law at ease, and their relationship seemed to flourish despite Sam’s non-arrival after his disappearance.

August 25, 2009

“Myin?”  Dean called from the motel room.

“I’m in the bathroom,”  She responded quietly.

“Listen, I know things have been going pretty well for us,”  Dean said sighing and leaning his head against the wall of the bathroom door.  “But I had a dream- Zachariah zapped me to the end of the world, well after the end really.  I have to go… Myin I can’t stay here.  I have to find Sam.  I have to stop him.  I can’t let the Devil win.”

“I understand,”  Myin said, without leaving the bathroom.

“I’ll come back when it’s over.  Please keep the girls safe?”  Dean said before walking out the motel door.

“I’ll keep everyone safe,”  Myin said staring at the two pink lines on the pregnancy test in her hands.  “Well, kiddo, I don’t know what we’re going to do right now, but we will get through this.”

November 2009

“Myin, have you heard from Dean or Sam?”  Castiel asked as his wings fluttered into her office at the hospital.

“Christ, Castiel, you scared me!”  Myin exclaimed from behind her computer.  “Dean or Sam, no I haven’t heard from them in months.  Why?  Are they okay?”

“They went to Ohio, but I haven’t heard from them in a few days and I was hoping they had called you or something.  You and Dean were close last time I saw you,”  the angel said looking at her with a knowing look.

“No, I haven’t talked with them, since Dean’s encounter with Zachariah.  He was supposed to call me when they were safe,”  Myin said looking at a picture of her daughters on her desk.

“Sorry to bother you,”  Castiel said before disappearing.  Myin looked around her office before sitting down to type a letter for her boss.

“I have to leave, you can send me on an extended sabatical or I can resign,”  Myin said as she handed her letter to her supervisor.  “I’m sorry to say that I won’t be able to give you two weeks notice, but everything is in order that this location can run itself for almost a month with very little maintenance from me, and you already knew I was going to be leaving in a few months.”

“I will accept your resignation under the stipulation that you will come back to work for me when you have your affairs in order,”  Her boss said.  “I’ve never had someone that fit in as well as you did.”

“Thank you, I hope to see you soon,”  Myin said exhaling.

It weeks for Myin to track the brothers.  She started in Ohio, after settling things with her mother in law and her daughters, and finally caught up with them in Massachusetts after Christmas.

“Sam?”  Myin asked as she caught him at a bar in a small town called Housatonic.  He was drinking a frozen fruit drink with a look of astonishment and playing with his hair in the mirror behind the bar.  “Sam?” She had to walk over to him and put a hand on his arm to get his attention.

“Oh hey, sorry.  I was uh… distracted,”  He said looking down at her awkwardly.

“Are you and Dean okay?  Castiel was trying to find you, and we were all worried,”  Myin asked trying to get him to look her in the eye.

“Oh yeah we’re fine, totally and completely fine.  No need to worry about anything,”  He said nonchalantly.

“Uh huh, so you and Dean worked things out then?  You’re okay with me and him.  He told you about the baby?”  Myin questioned, finally seeing his eyes.  She knew they weren’t Sam’s.

“Oh yeah, pfftt,”  He threw his hand out to brush off her statement physically.  “Why wouldn’t I be okay with it.  You guys were made for each other,”

“Right,”  Myin said.  “Where’s Sam?”

“What?”  The fake Sam said eyes going wide.  Myin’s phone rang, distracting her from her interrogation.

“I’ll be right back,”  She told fake Sam firmly.  “Don’t leave.”  She walked out of the bar to answer the phone call from Bobby.

“Would you like to do the sex with me?”  Gary asked the beautiful blonde sitting at the bar near him, and was able to convince her to leave with him.

“Shit, Bobby.  I just found Sam what’s up?  What do you mean I need to get out of here?”  Myin said looking around before realizing the uncomfortable feeling she’s had since she got to this town was the same one she would get when her father would cast magic.  “Alright old man, I’m out of here, don’t be so cranky.”

March 2010

~I don’t know what, something just isn’t right.  It was pouring rain as Myin sat in front of her computer messaging an international friend.

~remember how I told you that you worry too much?  Myin scoffed at way that Emily dismissed Myin’s danger.  She couldn’t blame the woman.  She live in a different world, and it wasn’t like Myin could tell her it was all true.  She rubbed her baby bump wondering for the millionth time if Dean was going to call her that night.  But as the hours crept on, she was starting to feel like it wasn’t likely.

~you know that feeling when someone is there but can’t be real?  Myin typed and sent before feeling power unlike she had ever felt.

“I’m taking pity on you mortal.  Normally, I wouldn’t care what happened to someone like you.  But your friend is very dedicated in her prayers,”  A stunning woman of Indian decent stood in Myin motel room.

“Who are you?”  Myin asked as she stood and dropped her laptop on the floor in favor of a pistol.

“Kali, now put that down before you make a mistake,”  The goddess gestured to her firearm.  “The Winchesters are going to face off against the Devil.  Their plan is foolhardy but it’s the only chance they have.”

“Why are you telling me this?”  Myin asked, holding her belly to soothe the squirming child.

“Let’s just say I owed someone a favor, and I didn’t want it to linger.  You need to protect yourself and your children.  Stop looking for the brothers.  And don’t trust any angels.”  She handed Myin a piece of paper with a weird symbol on it.  “Put this up in ever corner of your home and stay there.  Nothing will come inside that isn’t invited.”  Kali glanced at Myin’s computer.  “She’s wrong.  You don’t worry too much.  You should be thankful to have someone like her in your life.”

“Wait what about-”  Myin looked around as the goddess disappeared from her home.  Then flopped onto her couch and pulled the laptop back on to her lap.

~What the correct way to thank a goddess for saving your life?  Myin asked her Hindu specialist.  She needed to give Emily a hug, the woman couldn’t possible know how much she had just saved her neck.

May 2010

Myin stared at the message on her phone as Jody sat and cooed at the new born baby girl.

~We won, I lost.  I won’t be back.  Dean

Myin wasn’t sure how she was going to get back on her feet now that Sam was dead and Dean was gone.  Jody brought the baby over to her to nurse, and Myin cuddled her daughter knowing in her heart this was the safest thing for her child.  If no one knew that her father was a Winchester that was better.

“What are you gonna name her?”  Jody asked sitting down near her.

“Jenny,”  Myin said, keeping her obscure Disney name trend going to keep suspicions low.  “Jenny Connelly.”

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[join-the-joywrite]

Hamish & Vera soulmate au headcannons

Part two of the first words au suggested by my girl, Sima, as demanded requested.

I am Not Happy about this

I'm a very big fan of saying "fuck canon" in favour of my otp happening but honestly ,,,,, the pain is too great to pass up so here we go.

It took months for Hamish to properly open up verbally. When he did, Vera asked about the ring. He told her all about Cassie and Nico, save the bit about the Knights.

It was a few more months when Hamish started visiting the old places he used to love to favourite with Cassie, but they still weren't the same. He didn't mind, though. They were just places now. Places that held pleasant memories. Now, important places are where he goes with Vera.

Hamish is on his way to meeting Vera when he runs into Randall Carpio. The man is crazy, Hamish first thinks. Then, he'd make a good knight.

"Who's the lovely lady? Hi, I'm Randall Carpio, and you are?"

"Taken."

"Damnit, Hamish!"

Vera finds him endearing, somewhat, as one would a toddler. Two days later, Hamish decides to invite Randall into the Knights. Greybeard chooses him and they celebrate. It feels good to have someone to talk to about things only a Knight would understand. He thought about Vera, but after Cassie, he didn't think he could handle it. Besides, Randall looks like he'd take on a wolf without being one of them. He's perfect for the job.

Hamish knocks on Vera's door late one night.

"Are you okay?" "Can I stay here tonight? Please."

Vera obviously lets him in.

"You ever meet someone and you know they've done nothing wrong at all, but it feels like they're trying to replace someone you've lost?" Vers tries a joke, "This isn't about me and Cassie, is it?" Thankfully, Hamish finds the joke funny. "You, no. Cassie, yes. Randall's made this friend and honestly there's nothing wrong with her but . . . it's like she's wearing Cassie's favourite jacket and I can't get her to take it off."

Hamish intentionally leaves out the part where he was the one who opened the doors for Lilith. Vera would find the metaphor much more impactful if she knew Hamish meant Timber.

Hamish doesn't talk much about Lilith to Vera, though it's not as if they get a chance to talk at all. Now with Randall and Lilith knighted, Hamish has found purpose outside of Vera -- taking down the Order. They were what got Nico killed and they were what got Cassie killed. Hamish knew the Order was the bad magic he's supposed to fight. In addition, Vera's just been made Temple Magus and it is a lot more more work than she'd anticipated. Not to mention, having the university in her jurisdiction included attaining the seat of Chancellor. Fuck the social life, I guess.

At least they're always able to come home to each other.

Unfortunately, that too starts falling apart.

Hamish gets pulled deeper and deeper into uncovering the Order with Randall and Lilith, slowly figuring out how to find the pledges and get rid of them. Since he'd told Vera about Cassie, talking about the departed Knight becomes easier. He struggles a bit to explain it all to Randall, but he's able to speak properly and tell Lilith all about Cassie. When Hamish reveals that Cassie had been Timber's champion, Lilith understands. She is harsh and brash and often rude, but she also has a heart to love, no matter how guarded and hidden. She makes an effort to distinguish herself from Timber and from Cassie. Hamish makes an effort to see Lilith instead of Cassie's replacement. Once they succeed on that, their relationship improves tenfold. (Randall is relieved. He was worried his days as a Knight were gonna be filled to the brim with tension and loathing)

Vera gets pulled deeper into the Order. She's sucked into the position she's been granted and no matter how much she tries to leave it for a break now and then, something or the other pulls her back. It doesn't help that the pledges decrease in number every year due to at least one of them dying.

By the time Jack Morton makes his way to Belgrave, things have quite nearly fallen apart. Hamish has stopped visiting an empty house. Vera's stopped trying to call when she finally leaves the temple, only to reach the voicemail of a sleeping Hamish, who's stopped trying to send texts every odd hour.

Given that Jack never actually said Vera's name to the Knights (I believe, and if I'm wrong shhh it's an au), it's no surprise that the the earlier parts of Finals Pt.2 is slightly more comedy than pain. (Let's assume Lilith never mentions Vera's name upon regaining her memories either)

Let it also be known that I, for the life of me, cannot recall how the entire scene plays out, so we just gonna make it up as we go along =)

Hamish is down in the basement when Jack brings a new ally to the den. An injured Lilith is there.

"Miss Bathory." "Bitch." "Fair enough."

Randall is in next, excited to see Lilith back in the den. "Hey! I knew you weren't dead!"

"Randall?" "Vera! Heyyyyy, long time no see, huh? Wh -- what . . . what are you doing here?" "You -- you're one of them? The werewolves?" "Shiiiiiiiit, you know?? Wait, you're not like,, in the Order, are you?" "How long have you been a werewolf?" *guilty face* "FROM THE START????"

Lilith & Jack: 🤨 wtf is happening here

Hamish returns. "Guys, who's. . ." Hamish stares at Vera. For a while, he wonders how she found the den. Then he wonders what she's doing at the den. Then he recalls Jack mentioning that he was bringing an unlikely ally. He'd figured unlikely ally meant someone in the Order. ". . . here?"

Vera shoots Jack a glare. "What the fuck is this, Mr Morton?"

"Uhh . . . I didn't-- I wasn't aware you guys were, uh . . . friends?"

Hamish is still staring at Vera. "This what you've been doing for years? Magic? The Order? That promotion . . . it wasn't about the chancellor position, was it?"

(Lil bit of comedy = Randall: WAIT, SHE'S THE TEMPLE MAGUS??????)

"You say magic like it's evil. Have you ever once thought about the fact that you've been murdering my pledges every year since Miss Bathory was expelled from the Order? Which is more evil, Hamish, protecting magic or killing its practitioners?"

"Your people got Cassie and Nico killed," Hamish hisses, "those practitioners you're protecting are the reason Cassie and Nico died. Magic. Is. Evil."

"Magic isn't evil! I was barely a Magistratus when your ex-girlfriend was killed! Do you think I enjoyed all those respondeo incantations? Wh-- why do you think I started spending so much time at the temple? Making sure I stayed Temple Magus? I am trying to make the Order better. But you? All you care about is murdering my Neophytes. Children."

(Randall: intense wincing as his parents fight. Jack & Lilith: perplexed but very invested in the drama. Jack's a lil upset that he's got plans to go and confront Edward. He kinda wanted to see the rest of that argument.)

"Oh, that's rich, V," Hamish snaps. Despite the clear rage radiating off of Hamish, Vera isn't afraid. The nickname is familiar and welcome. It's home. Hamish, no matter how far he is from her, is home. Doesn't mean she's not got her own barrel of problems to spill.

"Rich?? I'm not the one out here killing people before they get the chance to even live. You -- you -- you are -- you're a monster, you know that?" She says it factually, as if it's something common knowledge.

"Really, V? Are we doing this now?" "Might as well! If we're all going to die, I'm not going down without getting everything out. You know, while we're on the topic of being brutally honest before we die, Mr Morton, your sense of style is horrendous, Miss Bathory, your temper is infuriating and Randall . . . you -- you -- your jokes are lame!"

Funny enough, Randall is most offended. And then Lilith has his attention because she's hurt. "Can you help?" "I don't trust her." "I don't recall caring, do you want me to save your life or not?"

Hamish is pissed as Vera turns to help Lilith. Amusingly, he's pissed because Vera isn't paying him any attention. But there are more pressing matters, like the incoming army. "We have company."

"Fucking Kepler," Vera mutters.

Both Hamish and Randall squint at Vera. "Bitsy Kepler?" "Isn't she a bit . . . fickle and stupid to be in the Order?"

"Oh, you know Kepler too?" Lilith asks, more of a rhetorical question.

"No, V just complained about her a lot." "Don't call me that, Randall." "Sorry."

"They are circling the house. What are they up to?" "Knowing Kepler, something unoriginal."

*sounds of the order throwing burning spells.* The look of awe on Hamish's face as he watches Vera cast a protection spell does not escape Randall and Lilith.

"How long is that gonna last?" "Long enough for us to deal with them."

Vera is already following an undressing Hamish to the doors. "No killing." "No promises."

Lilith stares at the empty doorway. "Are we going to talk about th--" "Nope. Not at all. Never. Anything else. Anything but whatever just transpired."

When they get into the temple and set the Vade Maecum alight, Hamish thinks maybe it isn't so bad. Maybe Vera's right, maybe she can turn the Order around. Maybe magic isn't evil. Vera takes his hand. He gives hers a little reassuring squeeze. Come hell or high water, he'll always come back to her.

It's what soulmates do.

"So, Grand Magus, huh?" "Mhm." "I didn't think you remembered this spot exists."

Vera, despite her new persona of professionalism and perfection, gets down on the grass beside Hamish. She looks at him carefully. Is she doing the right thing? Probably not. But will it keep him safe from her and the Order? More likely than not.

"What is it, V?"

"Nothing. Just thinking."

"About?"

"Us. What happened to us?"

"Magic," Hamish jokes, lightly tapping his forehead against hers. I missed you.

Vera squeezes his hand twice. I love you.

Hamish closes his eyes. So much trust he has in Vera that despite knowing she's on the other side of the great divide between the Knights and the Order, he still trusts her enough to be around her blind. Vera's guilt starts eating at her insides already. It makes her sick, but she hasn't got a better choice. The alternative is allowing the order to launch an attack on the Knights -- and if the Order could kill werewolves before, they can kill them again. Vera never wants to feel the pain Hamish felt after losing Cassie.

This is losing him, but at least she knows he's alive and safe. Safe from the Order, from magic, from all of Belgrave's dirty little secrets.

She wants to be the one to monitor him, but Grand Magus duties steal her time and attention worse than Temple Magus did. She hates having to leave him in the hands of one of the Medicums, but she can't exactly do it herself, despite wanting to.

"I thought I was the quiet one," Hamish jokes.

"Shh. Some . . . peace and quiet is welcome."

"V, are you--" Vera quickly claps her hand over his eyes. "Sh. Don't . . . don't say anything. Don't open your eyes. I just . . . I just want to see you for a moment."

Hamish smiles and complies. Vera fights to keep her shaking breath quiet. She lowers her hand slowly. Could she spare time for one last kiss? Just one? No. One would never be enough. And she knows that if Hamish kisses her now, her entire resolve will break.

She squeezes his hand twice. I love you.

Before he can respond, Vera blows the powder in his face. She sits up slowly. Dear God, she was sure she'd done something horrible in a past life to warrant this kind of torture. At least for Hamish, losing Cassie hadn't been the product of his own making.

"Your name is Hamish Duke. You go to Belgrave University. You're a TA and -- and you study psychology. Forget the Hermetic Order of the Blue Rose. Forget the Knights of Saint Christopher. Forget . . . Vera Stone."

Vera pulls him up. "Hey, that looked like a nasty fall. Are you okay?"

"Uh, yeah. Yeah, I'm okay, I think. Thanks."

"Sure." Vera can't help the two subtle squeezes she gives his hand before leaving. I love you. She doesn't want to be there when Selena Durov leaves her class and arrives. She doesn't want to see what Selena says to Hamish, what lies she feeds him and what she does. Vera wants to lock herself in her office and never see another person again.

Hamish frowns as he watches her leave. He wondered what had happened to her that her eyes were so sad. Part of him want to run after her and ask her. Ask her name at the very least. But something keeps him rooted to the spot where he stands.

Who was she and why did he feel like she'd said something very important?

Hamish holds his own wrist for a moment, feeling the ghost of her touch. The slight squeezes he thought he'd imagined.

I love you.

Who the hell was she? And why did he feel like he really ought to know her.

Part 3

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Good Evening Ch11 (Fearful)

AO3 Link Summary: A week has went by and Alastor had been disappearing more and more. Charlie and Vaggie discuss their worries with one another. Words: 1,445 Warning: Implied cannibalism So sorry for the wait, I just had a lot going on last week, but I’m fine. Hope you all enjoy! I’m also working on another story based on yet another chat post. Be on the lookout for that ;3 ~~~ A week has passed since the unknowing death that Alastor caused, excluding the one dealing with the man that had a family, named Benji- with a name like that, Al did him a favor. Apparently, his wife had given a missing person’s report, which Alastor broadcasted, and had offered a reward. Well, unless she knew anyone that can clean out a furnace, Benji probably wasn’t going to be found anytime soon. The thought of the wife being in constant in distress made Al’s smile much more relaxed.

Charlie had gotten an earful from Lilith about her leaving the house, despite she knew that she wanted to talk to her. The girl had to make up a reason for being out so late. So, she admitted to being in the forest late at night and with Angel and Vaggie, but made up that they had to console Angel from an…incident with Valentino before the mob boss died. Charlie, of course, left out the detail of Alastor meeting him there…and him helping them hide Val’s body…and many, many other things. It seemed to have satisfied Lilith. In fact, she was so satisfied that she told servants to follow Charlie around the house, Charlie had to tell her where she was going whenever she left, and that her father had to visit the hotel every once in a while without warning. gReAt!

Plus, whenever Charlie was alone at home or at the hotel, Alastor would gravitate toward her. Sometimes it would be welcomed because she needed some advice for dealing with certain clients or even just needed her father to be distracted. Although, he would also get too close, like with wanting to mess with her hair or squishing her cheeks or just generally touching her. It never got too intimate, even though he had gently rubbed her lips with his thumb, but it still was a bit much for Charlie. She assumed that he did that because he was missing Angelo, so she didn’t have the heart to tell him to tell him to go away. …Vaggie definitely did.

“Would you fuck off, Al!? Go do something important that doesn’t involve groping!” The silver haired girl yelled at Al, glaring at him and putting Charlie behind her. Alastor stared down at the girl with a slightly tense smile and held his hands behind his back. Charlie had worried that he was going to snap or harm Vaggie, but he just chuckled at the girl. The creole booped the dark-skinned girl’s nose and grinned, “Goodness, Vagatha, no need to be so antagonistic! I was just merely showing my affection towards the little belle, but I can see when I am not wanted. I shall go help Niffty in the kitchen.”

Vaggie muttered loud enough for Alastor to hear, “There better not be any eyeballs this time, bastardo tonto…” The man stopped for a second and then started to walk into the kitchen.

Charlie moved out from behind Vaggie and rubbed her arm as she stared at the kitchen doors. She was about to speak, but Vaggie ended up dragging her out to the garden and sighed, “I know what you’re going to say. You’re going to try to defend him, but Alastor is the last person that you should even bother making excuses for. He bothers you and-”

“I know all that, Vaggie, but I also don’t think it’s a good idea to bother him much either. He’s…been disappearing a lot more lately. I’m just worried about doing anything to make him upset,” Charlie admitted, while she hugged herself as she sat on one of the benches. Vaggie watched her expression shift into sadness and fear in a few seconds, causing the latina to feel apologetic for treating her like that. She plopped next to the pale-skinned girl, lightly stroked her golden hair, and sighed, “I’m really sorry, cariña. I don’t mean to pressure you into doing anything. I really just want to make sure that you’re safe. I don’t know what I would do if you…”

Vaggie trailed off as Charlie turned to hug her and the latina held onto her tightly, nuzzling her face against her love’s shoulder. She really didn’t want to manipulate the situation or make it seem like she was trying to be rude or anything, but…it made her heart stop at seeing Al near Charlie so often. It almost made her want to kick the man out, fire him, or even turn him into the police. Granted, Vaggie knew that wouldn’t do shit, but it definitely would be temporary satisfaction.

Charlie pulled away and stroked Vaggie’s silver hair, hoping to calm her down. She reassured, “Don’t worry, I won’t let anything bad happen to me, us, and anyone else in this hotel. I promi-”

She got cut off by a random gust of wind that caused the girl’s to shield themselves and caused the plants to get blown harshly, whipping the trees’ branches all over the place. The two looked around to find where the source was and their jaws dropped at seeing a helicopter hovering over the garden. 

A ladder dropped from the helicopter all the way down to the ground in front of the two. Not too surprisingly, Lucifer peeked out from the helicopter and called out, using a megaphone, “Oh, hi, Charlie and Vagatha!”

Vaggie mumbled her actual name under her breath, while Charlie questioned, “Dad! What are you doing!?”

Lucifer grinned as he joked, “I’m being a helicopter parent!”

The two girls just blinked up at him, while the man stared back at them. He tried again, still smiling widely at his joke, “I’m being a helicopter parent! …Do you get it? I’m-”

Vaggie huffed, “Yeah, we got it!”

Lucifer slid down the helicopter ladder and then gave it a tug when he landed on the ground. The ladder went back up as the helicopter began to fly away. Luci turned to the two girls and saw that their hair were an absolute mess. He chuckled as he winced, “Oof. You two are in a desperate need of a brush.”

Charlie groaned in annoyance as she used her hands to push down her hair, “Dad! I know that you’re supposed to be checking in, but you don’t have to be obnoxious about it.”

“Yes, I do. It’s the law that dads have to make their children regret their existence in order to reach fulfillment. Can’t break the law, sweetie. Now, what are you two gals up to?” Lucifer asked, raising an eyebrow. His daughter sighed, rolling her eyes, and replied, “Well, we were talking.”

The mayor then sat in-between the two and chuckled, “Oh, good! I would like to join. Love a good gossip.”

“Dad!” The two then immediately started arguing with each other, making Vaggie sigh as she got up to let them have at it. She could already practically hear Lucifer blaming her for Charlie’s attitude and she didn’t want to hear that…again. 

The silver-haired girl walked into the hotel and then immediately got grabbed. She quickly elbowed the person in the gut and yelled, “Al, you fucking- ….Husk, what are you- Ah!”

Vaggie yelped at Husk tossing a phone at her. She stared at the device and saw a wallpaper on the phone of Angelo and his pet pig, causing her to get instantly suspicious. She asked, “Why do you have this phone? Charlie was the last person to have that.”

Husk groaned at the hit she gave him and huffed, “I clearly used magic to make it appear in my hands- how do you think it got in my hands, dumbass!? I caught Alastor with it last week! Don’t know why anyone would allow Charlie to have it, since Al is always stuck with her.”

She raised an eyebrow and questioned further, “So…why give it to me?”

He answered, looking away from her, “As long as it ain’t with Alastor, I’m fine. I’m also sick of the constant buzzing from messages some bitch named Cherri and someone Angelo named weirdly keeps sending. I’m getting back to wo-”

“Wait!” Vaggie explained as she clutched the phone in her hand and let out a heavy sigh, “Tell me what all you know about Al. I know that keeping him in the hotel will make things worse and I wanna get back at him. At the very least, get him to leave Eden. Please, Husk.”

The greying man looked at the wooden floor and glanced back up at her pleading eyes. He grumbled, “Fine, I’ll tell ya. I better get some booze for this shit.”

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Owl House Book Club Meeting Two

Welcome back to the Owl House Book Club, I’ve brought more fic recommendations to get you guys through the hiatus!

All recommendation lists can be found at @toh-book-club, a side blog I made exclusively to archive the book club posts, so feel free to check that out!

The six fic format is what I think I’m going to stick with for now because that’s doable for my time management at the moment!

If anyone knows if the fic authors that I haven’t added yet have a tumblr, please let me know so I can @ them!

I will post a version of this without the links too and then link this version there, because a lot of the links here are external links so there’s a really high chance this version won’t show up in the tags because tumblr is annoying like that.

If you are going to reblog any version of this, please reblog this one.

That being said: have fun reading, and please be nice to the authors and leave a comment if you can!

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Mama's Gonna Wait Up Until You Get In by hellotomyoldheart on Ao3:

G. Complete. Light angst. No ships. Luz thinks about home and her mom and misses her post YBOS.

Summary: Most mornings, Luz expects her mother to come into her room and shake her awake. To smell coffee and bleach, the sun rising through her curtains Camilia would pull open. Luz thinks she’s back home when her eyes flutter open and see the light from under the door, hears footsteps around the house, the sound of the world already awake around her.

But, it’s not what Luz thinks it is. It’s not home.

(Or, Luz misses her mom.)

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I do adore by mutterandmumble on Ao3:

G. Complete. Introspection. Lumity.

Summary: Amity has discovered two things in the past week: first that Luz fiddles with the sleeves of her shirt when things get quiet, that she flips the cuff inside out and runs her thumb over the well-worn softness of the inside over and over again until she’s satisfied, and second that having a crush makes you notice things about a person that you never even knew you wanted to notice.

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living arrangements, shovel talks by tiredandjaded (@tiredandjaded) on Ao3:

G. Complete. Hurt/Comfort. Family feels. Eda, Lilith and Luz have some much-needed conversations.

Summary: Eda, Luz and Lilith may have made it out of the Emperor's castle alive, but tensions are still high when they arrive at the Owl House. When Eda discovers the true cost Luz paid for their escape, will she be able to forgive Lilith?

Or, redemption isn't just one grand act of sacrifice. It's the messy conversations that follow, hurt feelings, and maybe building something new.

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sun on her shoulders, wind in her hair by myosotises on Ao3:

G. Complete. Hurt/Comfort, Fluff. Lumity.

Summary: Amity’s just standing there, standing there, a perfectly normal action and—had she always been so pretty? Granted, Luz always knew she was aesthetically pleasing, had seen it since that day she saw Amity talking to Willow in that clearing—she does have eyes—but this is beyond looking nice. How had she never noticed?

Luz goes out to find Amity (the girl she may or may not have a crush on).

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where the heart is by cato_universe (@catoeirienind) on Ao3

G. Complete. Family feels. Camileda. Also does a really really good job of contrasting the relationships Luz has with both her moms.

Summary: Eda is a gay disaster.

or

Luz comes up with the perfect plan to introduce her mom to magic. Truly, it’s perfect. She’ll introduce her to Eda in the human world, and then, when her mom trusts her, Eda will be the one to prove to Camila that magic is real, because while her mom might think the Boiling Isles are part of Luz's imagination, surely she won't doubt another adult.

Eda, thinking there's little she wouldn't do if it means she can keep Luz by her side, goes along with it. After all, what could go wrong?

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Who am I? (a Blight, of course, a Blight at heart) by Smokestarrules (@smokestarrules) on Ao3:

T. Complete. Angst, Hurt/Comfort. Lumity, but the main focus is on the relationships of the Blight family. Also some focus on the relationship between Amity and Willow.

Summary: An hour and a half later, Amity starts finishing up, and then she’s done. She avoids the nervousness and immediately looks at the closest mirror. The person in the mirror blinks back at her.

Her hair is green.

That shouldn’t surprise her; she’s just been dyeing it green, but. For some reason, looking at herself strikes her dumb. She looks like a whole other person. The brown had made her look soft and gentle, but the new color gives her an air of power. She looks strong, and intelligent, and like someone who would one day become a member of the Emperor’s Coven. She looks different, although she’s not sure if that’s a good thing or not.

….She looks like a Blight.

Or;

Did i just write an entire 12k fic after a throwaway line of Karen Blight liking her children to be “color-coordinated”? maybe so

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Okay now you have to tell us what the siblings did to the Blight manor.

SOMEONE ASKED!!

well, first of all, they tear that bitch to the GROUND. it was during the first four years when they raid the place to grab Amity’s stuff and Dip Out. whole family was there while the parents were out at some meeting. came back to rooms on fire and over half of their belongings missing. they fixed it all up, obviously, but it was a HUGE talk for a while.

but what I really meant was when the twins inherited the manor. Something happens to the Blight parents, haven’t decided on if the bitches just died or moved away, and they suddenly own their old home. They rip out anything that has anything to do with their parents, change color schemes, furniture, all that and either chuck it in the trash or the darkest depths of the basement and set it ablaze. Burning the past away motherfuckers. And then, when all that’s done, they change the name. They thought about it for a while and eventually decided on the name; the Raven House. It was a joke between them, and also to tick off Lilith, but the name stuck. They even gave her a tiny picture above the door to solidify it. Eda still insists the Owl House is better than any big manor.

Once everything is finished and the manor is re-made, the ex-Blight’s all come to an agreement on what to do with it, since they all already had their own places and didn’t feel like moving into the house they were abused in. They say a final ‘fuck you’ to their parents and make it one big safehouse. By which I mean it’s like a shelter. Kids or young witches and humans alike (though the humans are just kids wandering by after getting in a fight with a monster or the older graduated kids when they need a little assistance) can come and stay in the Raven House to be safe and secured for however long they need.

Barcus is in charge of the place, and he looks after any kids who come along no matter the background. Some kids only stay for 24 hours, others stay for months, sometimes a few years, on end.  These are typically kids who have nowhere else to go or are on the run. We’ve got kids from the Isles, stowaways from other islands and even The Mainland, kids escaping abusive homes, orphans, kids who just need a break after getting lost/hurt nearby, the works. It’s a well-known place that’s completely free, since the Blight’s and even Lilith on occasion pay the taxes for it. It’s sweet for Barcus because he’s supplied with everything for free, but also hell because he has to deal with a bunch of kids on a daily basis. Luckily for him, he likes kids.

Course some witches or humans don’t understand Barcus, so he always has a chalkboard and chalk around his neck that he can hover in the air with his magic to write to the kids and help them learn how to understand him. If they can’t read, he usually has to call in one of the other kids in the House to help him out. No matter how long a kid stays, they are asked to carve their names on a large stone outside the manor. It used to be a statue in the front lawn the ex-Blight kids knocked over and left there, but it was repurposed. It’s littered with names and it’s not uncommon to find Barcus staring at the names or teaching some kids to read by having them read the names off the stone.

Now, the manor is big. It can easily house multiple packs of kids. But the thing is, it only has 6 bedrooms, and Barcus uses one of the smaller ones. Of course multiple kids could live in the same room, but there are some that need it more than others and aren’t comfortable with other kids. So the bigger bedrooms are saved for those kids (unless there’s an open spare one in which case it gets SWARMED) or Barcus asks the new kid to set up their stuff anywhere in the house, so long it didn’t interfere with others. Which leads to kids sleeping and hanging out in....interesting places. There’s always someone living in one of the bathrooms, three kids minimum at all times squirreling away in the closets (small and large), there’s a pile of pillows and blankets in the second dining room where kids hang out under the table, the big hallways have sleeping bags in them, some kid hid in one of the larger kitchen cabinets just because she could, there are SO MANY in the basement and attic, the library has all the nerds vibing on the bolted-down wall shelves and balconies, and one madlad set up a hut on the roof. Barcus isn’t happy with any of these but he supposes so long they don’t hurt themselves or own up to it being a bad idea later, he’ll deal with it. 

They also offer to send plenty of these kids to school (usually Hexside but sometimes others), but there are a few who refuse it and Barcus homeschools them. The rule of thumb with anyone who stays in the Raven House is that you WILL be smothered in an intense amount of Found Family and you CANNOT stop them. It’s a mad house and it’s glorious. They have their own kinds of memes and vines in that house and it’s law that if someone says “pubby” then EVERYONE in the vicinity has to tackle Barcus in a cuddle pile.

Others of the Owl Family often drop by as well. The first few times were a mess cause Barcus had to explain this was his family and no you don’t have to come down and say hi if you’re uncomfortable but please stop losing it every time Edric comes by we know he’s a fashion extraordinaire please- Camilia is one of the most common visitors, and the kids call her Aunt Camilia (a name she would vividly remember from her time in the human realm) and she teaches them all how to cook and tell them stories from the human realm. Barcus is very thankful because he needs one stable adult to help him with these kids. All the ex-Blights visit as well, though Amity slightly less because she’s so busy. Edric arrives just to show off, and Emira is a lot more refined n checks in on the kids, since her job is a children’s health care worker. Granted, Barcus does a pretty good job of being their therapist, he got a degree for a reason. Amity is a treat visit, because there’s always someone who knows she’s the Empress’s advisor and they all gawk at her for a minute before realizing she’s a shy dork n have fun info dumping on her bc she listens to them with rapt interest. Gus is a fun show, often taking down notes of the theatre kids and showing off his illusion magic, acting as his own little inspiration to them by being one of the best in his grade despite being significantly younger. He also tells his theories of the human realm which are still off and need to be corrected by Camilia. Willow is a lot more sweeter n is like the grandma who gives you too much candy but is also not afraid to beat someones ass. She’s one of the few adults All the kids respect. Luz is fun because she gives adventures and shows off a lot. And kids are always in awe at her tattoos and scars. Of course, Luz still has dumbass ideas every once in a while and ends up getting kicked out early in her visit on occasion. She showed kids how to swallow a light spell. Lilith shows up at least once a month for a little bit, and the kids always LOSE IT. At first it was genuine shock but eventually they just did it for fun because they knew it made Lilith embarrassed. Eda...god Eda is a visit kids are either excited for or dreading, depends if you can put up with her energy. Eda usually shows up when she’s bored, hiding from the cops or needs to steal something from the Raven House. She’s the weird eccentric grandma of everyone and she adores the kids. Her showing up often either ends in something catching on fire or a couple of kids getting in trouble with the law, which Eda or Barcus can easily snatch them out of. Y’all know of the Life Changing Field Trip With Zuko? Eda has a very similar thing where she grabs a gaggle of kids and takes them on an adventure, but it usually ends up looking like chores. Either way it ends up in either giving the kid some Advice they needed or just changing a way they think based on the adventures they get up to. When she gets much older and crankier, she slows down a bit but never stops having bad ideas or advice, but it’s a lot easier for the calmer kids to talk to her.

Barcus keeps all the trinkets the kids give him and holds them in a special room only he can access, like the passageways in Hexside. He cares about all the kids who come to the Raven House, even if its only for a little while. He’s still a dog at heart. A lot of kids he hears from a few months or years after they leave. They’ll call or show up and tell him how they are. And whenever they do he makes time to sit down with them with tea and listen to all they have to say. Even if they only visit once, he’s glad to see them. But, of course, there are the kids he never hears from. The ones who don’t want to, the ones who are too busy, the ones who moved off the Isle and elsewhere, the ones who get lost out there in the world, and the ones who have died. But Barcus almost never learns what their fate was. He’ll have nights where he sits in his room filled with trinkets or by the rock with names and wonder what happened to them, and hoping that they’re okay and happy. But he doesn’t have time to think about that. He has new kids coming in all the time, he should focus on them, not the past. That’s what he tells himself.

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I thought I’d give a backstory on the Bloodworth family. I originally had this backstory linked to my old simblr but I wanted to link this to my new one so I decided to repost it here. Some of you probably have read this so feel free to skip. Brace yourself it’s lengthy but I hope worth the read! 

New Beginnings The Bloodworths were one of the first families to settle in Willow Creek. Dorian and Malik’s parents left their aristocratic family in search of a new life. Abilene’s family had given her a large sum of money to start a life with her husband, but they did not expect her to move across an ocean.  Abilene and Edgar Bloodworth had a house build on Cypress Terrace in Willow Creek. Not long after Abilene and Edgar were settled in, Abilene’s family sent her brother Walter to try and convince her to return. Instead of Walter convincing Abilene to move she convinced him to stay. Walter built his home on Oakenstead right next door to his sister. Life was good for the Bloodworth clan. Soon other families began to move into the area and community lots started to get built. Abilene and Edgar decided to start a family and had Dorian first then Malik. Dorian was the golden boy and the favorite of the family. Malik was the black sheep and always got into trouble. Their uncle Walter saw how happy his sister was having children, so he got married and tried to start a family but his wife could not conceive. About the time Dorian and Malik were almost teens their uncle adopted a girl named Lilith but everyone called her Lily. For a while it was just the three of them until Elizabeth’s family came to town.

Forbidden Love Lily and Elizabeth became good friends instantly. Elizabeth’s family was a bit odd, but they had money so Dorian’s parents were always inviting them to parties and get togethers. As Dorian got older, he began to see Elizabeth as more than a friend as did Malik. But as always Dorian beat Malik and won Elizabeth’s heart. Dorian and Elizabeth dated for a while. When they began to talk about marrying after they graduated Elizabeth’s mother did not approve. Elizabeth’s mother was high witch of her coven and did not want her daughter to marry a common sim. She had promised Elizabeth to a high witch’s son from another coven to strengthen their bloodline. When Elizabeth refused to listen to her mother and end it with Dorian, Elizabeth’s mother cursed Dorian to be a creature of the night to keep her daughter from seeing Dorian. Elizabeth felt horrible for what her mom had done and stayed with Dorian as much as she could to help him cope with being a vampire. Elizabeth’s mother cursing Dorian only made them closer and more determined to be together. It is forbidden to be with each other now that Dorian is a vamp and Elizabeth, a witch, so they would see each other in secret at Lily’s house.

Tragedy One night Dorian’s parents threw a huge party. Knowing Elizabeth’s family was going to be there Dorian kept himself in his room. Uncle Walter sent Lily to go get his best reserve wine from the house. Elizabeth and Malik decide to walk over with her. Malik and Lily were goofing off so Elizabeth went on into the house to grab the wine. About the same time Dorian received a note under his door from “Elizabeth” telling him that she wants to run away with him and to meet her at Lily’s. Dorian ran to his uncle’s house and saw his brother and Lily playing a game, so he quietly passed them and entered the house. When he went to the room where he usually met Elizabeth, he heard a pop and the house began to go up in flames. Malik and Lily saw the smoke and panicked. Malik ran in to save Elizabeth. Dorian was able to get out of the room and ran outside. Lily saw Dorian and screamed to him that Malik and Elizabeth were in the burning house. Dorian saw that the house was burning fast and knew that a witch’s spell had started the fire. He rushed back in and saw his brother lying next to the cellar door so he picked him up and carried him out. When he placed his brother on the ground, he saw Lily was still there and told her to go for help. Dorian turned to the house and saw Elizabeth at a window. She was crying but when she saw Dorian she smiled. Elizabeth mouthed I love you then the whole second story collapsed on her and killed her. Dorian let out a bestial cry of anger and pain. Knowing he could not save Elizabeth and she was gone from him forever he began to sob. After a few moments Dorian realized he was still holding his brother. He checked his pulse but he barely felt it. Not wanting to loose his brother too he bit himself on the wrist to give Malik his blood turning him into a vampire. He heard help coming, so he prepared to face Elizabeth’s mother. When help arrived he pointed his finger at Elizabeth’s mother accusing her of starting the fire and being a witch. Elizabeth’s mother smirked and told him she will not stand there and listen to his accusations and called for Elizabeth to leave with her. She realised Elizabeth was not with them. Dorian pointed to the house and told her Elizabeth’s body was in there. Elizabeth’s mother stopped smirking and went crazy. She killed Dorian’s parents trying to get to Dorian, but he got away with Malik, Walter, and Lily. Some of her coven members were there and they tried to stop her madness but she killed her coven and then herself. The grief of knowing it was her spell that was supposed to kill Dorian had killed her daughter instead was too much that it caused her to go mad and take her own life.  

Bad Blood and a Succubitch After that day Malik hated Dorian for saving him instead of Elizabeth and for turning him into a vampire. Malik vowed to make Dorian’s life miserable.They brought the bodies of their parents back to their parents home town and buried them. Dorian and Malik decided to go to college where their parents were from. Being Bloodworth’s everything was paid for. Walter moved back home with Lily and his wife. His wife left him not long after because he began to drink a lot after his sister’s death. Lily was left on her own and had an affair with a married man who was married to a witch. When the witch found out the witch cursed her to be a succubus never to have a husband or family of her own. Later Lilith met up with Dorian and Malik at the college they were attending but Malik and Dorian did not recognise her. She had reinvented herself to try to erase the past and start a new. Using her power of seduction to get whatever she wanted. Lilith would entice Dorian and Malik to give into their darker sides and play games with her and whatever sim she seduced. It wasn’t hard for them to give in being newly turned vampires. She’d feed and so did they. She had no problem sleeping with either of them. Lilith knew they never really saw her as family or they wouldn’t have tossed her aside after Elizabeth died and if they had then it would be her perfect revenge. When Lilith started draining sims and leaving a body trail she asked them for help revealing who she was. Disgusted with the situation the guys parted ways leaving Lilith to clean up her own mess.

Homecoming Malik spent his time traveling looking for trouble and every once in a while he’d run into Lilith and play her wicked games. But eventually Malik would grow restless and move on and so would Lilith. Dorian enrolled himself in the army to become a fighter so he could hunt witches. He was good and slaughtered a lot, but it didn’t erase the pain or the loss. Dorian decided to travel and find enlightenment instead. He started to write poetry and became very cultured. Dorian eventually returned home to Cypress Terrace in Willow Creek to try and find closure. He cut himself off from the rest of the world deciding living a life alone would be better for himself and everyone else. When Malik and Lilith got word that Dorian had returned home, they followed him wondering why he had came home not expecting to find Dorian happy and dating a sim who resembles Elizabeth.

And this is how these three became part of Cassandra’s world.

[chicagocityofclans]

Ronan C Cleirigh → Henry Cavill → Warlock

→ Basic Information 

Age: 1442

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Straight 

Powers: Necromancer 

Birthday: November 11th

Zodiac Sign: Scorpio

Religion: Buddhist 

Mark: Cleirigh 

Generation: 1st

→ His Personality Rather than talk about his feelings Ronan will bark out sarcastic comments, give death threats or blow it off as nothing he could not handle, as if it is nothing to worry about. He is a tough guy. Ronan pretends he can take it all while suffering on the inside. He does not come off as caring, but he is a man who feels deeply; he just hides the feeling well. Ronan does not trust easily and if someone is a human or non-warlock it’s more likely to not happen at all. He can be a good person to talk to; he knows a lot about life, but the person has to get past his brash outer layer. They may get lucky and find out that there is something a little deeper to him. Ronan is a necromancer and lives by the stereotype. He is a modern loner and prefers to be left alone. He has a permanent glare that has mostly everyone running for the hills. Ronan carries himself high above everyone else because he is confident in himself and his power. Since childhood Ronan has dabbled in death and dying, placing a dark cloud over his outlook on life and the living. As sinister as it may seem, he takes great pleasure knowing he has the power to either end life or give life with a simple gesture. 

→ His Personal Facts

Occupation: Owner of Shutter Magic International Imports & Exports and Mentor

Scars: One scar. Starts at above left eye and over left eyebrow. (140 Stitches)

Tattoos: Half lower arm sleeves on both arms. And Death’s vine on his middle finger.

Two Likes: Silence and Being Alone 

Two Dislikes: Crowds and Technology

Two Fears: Life Without Magic and The 5th and 7th Circles of Hell

Two Hobbies: Training/Mentoring and Expanding his Knowledge of Supernaturals

Three Positive Traits: Suave, Sacrificing, Influential

Three Negative Traits: Irritable, Pessimistic, Ominous

→ His Connections

Parent Names:

Elizabeth Quim (Mother): Ronan doesn’t remember much about his mother. Simply that she cared for him and raised him until he left home.

Sibling Names:

Kaylor Cleirigh (Sister): Ronan is a protective older brother. Kaylor loves to push his buttons and question his ethics. He still loves her… sometimes. 

Roman Cleirigh (Brother): Roman and Ronan’s relationship is the strongest out of the first generation Cleirigh siblings. Ronan basically raised Roman. 

Garrett Cleirigh (Brother): Garrett has always been Ronan’s best friend.

Children Names:

Nathan Cleirigh (Son): His oldest son. Ronan and Nathan's relationship has always been a little rocky but for the most part they can live with each other. 

Ethan Cleirigh (Son): His middle child. Ethan wasn’t planned but Ronan has no regrets when it comes to Ethan and what he has done with his life so far. Ronan is proud of his middle child and hopes that Ethan can learn from himself and Roman in order to take over the family business someday.

Sean O’Payne-Cleirigh (Son): His second middle child. Sean was cursed with the same power as Ronan. Unlike his brothers, he had no control and used his powers for unspeakable things. Ronan personally decapitated Sean and took his heart.

Judson Cleirigh (Son): His third middle child. Judson was his youngest son until recently. Ronan doesn’t have favorites when it comes to his children but he does favor Judson and his active role in the supernatural community. While Judson takes after Roman with potions, Ronan is grateful that he took time to learn about wards, spells and charms to appease him. 

Teyla ‘Tikka’ Cleirigh (Daughter): Tikka is Ronan’s first and only daughter. She came as a surprise to Loland and himself. The scent of death looming on her soon after her birth was also a surprise. They’re both excited to teach their little necromancer everything they know.

Altair Cleirigh (Son): His youngest son. Loland wanted to try for another child after Tikka was born. With their daughter’s birth, Loland realized she missed having children in their home and Ronan agreed. Much to Ronan's disdain, Altair has the power of disintegration, same as Garrett. Ronan remembers the hell of raising his younger brother and isn’t ready for round two just yet. 

Romantic Connections:

Ishtar Loland Cleirigh (Wife): Ishtar is Judson, Teyla and Altair’s mother and proud step-mother to Ethan and Nathan. Ronan is madly in love with Ishtar and often refers to her as Loland. While their relationship could never be considered as normal, they are both loyal to their vows and commitment to each other. 

Josephine O’Payne (Dead): Jo was the mother of Sean. She kept their son away from Ronan. Ronan blames her for the way he was raised and turned out. Before he dealt with Sean, Ronan had to kill Jo. He doesn’t regret it. 

Willow Radium (Ex-Girlfriend): She is Ethan's mother. She left Ethan at Ronan’s doorstep when he was a few months old. Ronan had no clue that she was pregnant when they broke up and had abandoned the home she knew of months before. If it wasn’t for his active wards Ethan would have eventually died there alone. Ronan has never tried to look for her. It’s rumored that she is dead. 

Lilith Harlow (Sex Partner): She is Nathan mom. Lilith and Ronan are no longer friends and he would rather forget about that phase of stupidity. 

Platonic Connections:

Brighton ‘Bee’ Genesis (Brother-In-Law): Ronan considers Bee to be his full blooded brother and never refers to him as brother-in-law anymore. 

Ryan Cleirigh (Grandson): Ronan refused to help raise Ryan when Judson brought him home but he caved in soon after seeing the straight bullshit Judson was putting the child through. Ronan hopes Ryan will follow in his footsteps and become a master of wards and spells.

Duke Thornton (Distant Cousin): Duke has a Cleirigh mark that seems to be a few generations old. However, none of them can figure out from where since Duke has no memories of his parents. Ronan took in both Duke and his twin brother, Aries, when they were well in their late 300s. 

Aries Thornton (Distant Cousin): Ronan is always bailing Aries out in one way or another. Theirnology runs in their family and Aries, like Duke once did, thinks it's fun to mess about with the supernatural creatures he can control. This causes Ronan to gray quicker than his own kids. 

Akasha Genesis (Niece): Akasha is a miniature of Kaylor. They both can get on his last nerve and then soothe him, as if they were not the cause.

Gennifer Genesis (Niece): Gennifer was one of the reasons Ronan didn’t want kids. They have a stronger relationship now that she is an adult, but she was a horrible toddler and teenager.

Owen Genesis (Nephew): Owen is much like Nathan. He does not rely on his powers and he does not have a lot in common with Ronan.

Eric Lasiter (Former Mentee): Ronan considers Eric to be a good friend of his. If he could label someone else as his best friend without freaking out his brother, Eric would be it. 

Talia Cleirigh (Former Mentee): She’s not bad. Ronan likes her and he approves of her dating his son, Ethan. She excelled as a student and helped Roman through dark times. He gave her the Cleirigh name without batting an eye. 

Kady Gaines (Former Mentee): Kady joined the Cleirighs to mentor for her Master level powers. Ronan has sought Kady out while she was still working on her advanced powers and offered to mentor her once she was done.

Jia Hu Cleirigh (Former Mentee): Jia is one of the only warlocks that isn’t family that Ronan is fine being around and allows into his home. Although, he keeps his thoughts about Jia and Garrett's relationship to himself.

Winifred ‘Winnie’ Zhao (Former Mentee): Mentoring Winnie was easier than Ronan’s usual mentees because of his past experiences with dream manipulators. She left to expand her knowledge in potions but they still keep in contact.  

Lyra Cleirigh (Former Mentee): Lyra switched around from Ronan, Roman, Garrett, Kaylor, and other mentors before mastering evocation. Ronan offered her the Cleirigh name after her training since her family had disowned her. She is so far the only person to ever be mentored by all the 1st generation Cleirigh.

Helenus Askeris (Former Mentee): Ronan considers Helenus an old friend and rarely addresses him as a former mentee. Although, Ronan has kept his disapproval to himself about Helenus and Nathan’s past relationship.

Bill White (Former Mentee): Ronan has watched after and mentored Bill for centuries. He is unsure if it is because they share the same powers or Bill parents' prejudice towards necromancers and evocators but Ronan considers Bill family.  

Audo Wilhelm (Mentee): Ronan chose Audo because he has great potential and Ronan likes pissing off the Wilhelms. He’s considering giving Audo the Cleirigh name if he continues his mentoring with him. 

Ken McStevens (Mentee): Ken tried to feed off of him once to see what would happen. Ronan was not a fan and instead attacking or killing him, Ronan chose to mentor the fool. Ken is slowly growing on him and Ronan finds him entertaining. 

Jev ‘Patch’ Cipriano (Family Friend): Patch has been his son's best friend since Ronan could remember. Patch embarrassingly keeps him on his toes. Sometimes it feels like he has six kids instead of five. There’s no hatred for Patch but Ronan cannot wait for the day Patch learns to shut up and mind his own business.

Averill Sookram (Friend): Averill and Loland share the same powers. Averill has become somewhat of an ally and a good friend to their entire family. 

Jace Cicero (Friend): Ronan has nothing against Jace as a witch or his powers. Once, Ronan simply believed that Jace should not be on the Council. Then they talked and Jace is not that bad. Ronan genuinely likes him.

Minsky Edison (Friend/Annoyance): Since becoming serious with Kudzai, Minsky and Ronan friendship has taken a drop. Ronan still invites him over for playoffs and beers.

Tristan Lawton (Acquaintance): Kudzai has recently informed the Council that one of her mentees may have been misplaced as a Biokinetic. Ronan has heard Tristan’s name floating around and has fixed a few of his accidental deaths. Kudzai is unsure about him being a Biokinetic and believes he may be something else or something new entirely. Minsky and Ronan have been doing research to try and help figure it out before Tristan can do more damage in the wrong field. 

Katherine ‘Kate’ Brooks (Acquaintance): Kate is the female human that spends too much time with Patch, Ryan and Judson. He’s unsure how he feels about her.

Hostile Connections:

Belle Cunningham (Annoyance): Belle has been annoying Ronan to save her mother, Velma. He has repeatedly told her no but she is persistent. 

Kudzai Rinker (Annoyance): Ronan believes Kudzai purposely goes against him on Council decisions. She is constantly competing with him.

Pets:

None

→ History Ronan doesn’t remember much about his early life besides his mother's face. She didn’t look like him and he didn’t look like her. He remembers the town people shunning them because of the horrible smell of death around their hut and their dying land. Later on, long after he left town and his mother’s death, Ronan found out it was because of him. A weird phenomenon that all necromancers face. He learned to walk as they sailed across large bodies of water, never staying in one place too long. He doesn’t remember where he and his mother originated from but he does remember running into a warlock in Persia at the age of 16, days after his mothers’ death.

Augustus knew what Ronan was the moment he saw him and his mark. He took him in and introduced him to the supernatural world. Little was known about necromancers, few usually joined the supernatural community, and when they did they stayed to themselves. Ronan was happy to help Augustus and the Persian people as he learned about their history and started training with his powers. Ronan noticed a change in Augustus the more he learned about his powers and the more control he had over death. He knew he was in danger and missed constantly moving as he once did with his mother. Ronan left Augustus and Persia behind, touring Europe and Asia as he mastered his advanced powers and dabbled in the darkness of supernatural spells, potions, curses and shields. However, Augustus wasn’t always too far behind him, spewing to life that necromancers were soulless and should not be allowed within the supernatural communities. For the first time in his life, Ronan was caught off guard, blinded by the small seed of compassion he still had for Augustus. As a result, Ronan's head was chopped off and his heart removed from his chest to keep him from resurrecting. 

That’s where Kaylor, who he found out shared his mark, found him nearly 80 years later. She placed him back together again and helped him gain his revenge. He didn’t care if he gave necromancers everywhere a bad name. He became what they thought of him and much worse. He took young Kaylor and her husband Brighton under his wings and vowed to find everyone that shared his mark and protect them from the stupidity of the witch and warlock kind. That’s how he eventually found Roman as a baby and Garrett as a teen. It was hundreds of years later and the list of shunned powers grew and his cruel nature against his own kind became notorious. 

Ronan was in his mid seven hundred when he found out one of his sexual partners was pregnant. He never wanted kids and definitely not with Lilith. He tried building a life with her after finding out about her pregnancy, and confirming it was his, but it was short lived. He should have learned his lesson with her but years later another toddler was left on his door steps by a woman he tried to get to replace Lilith as their son, Nathan's mother. Ronan and Willow had broken up months before and her method of dropping the toddler off on his doorstep was unacceptable. If it weren’t for his siblings Ronan is sure he wouldn’t have survived with the two crying little shits. He met Ishtar by chance in Brazil as they migrated towards the New World and he was sure it was love at first sight. He nearly killed her, believing she was using magic to captivate him until Ethan giggled and hugged her leg. Ethan never giggled. He, Kaylor, Roman, Garrett, Bee, and Nathan tried many times to get the toddler to laugh and he just wouldn’t. Ronan was sure she had done something to his son too but the second pause was long enough for Ishtar to open her mouth and send him crashing into a wall with a spell. Roman and Kaylor calmed him enough to explain she was protecting herself. She wiggled her way into their lives and joined their travels. It wasn’t long before Ronan knew she was the one and they were married before they reached the Mexican border, where Ishtar gave birth to their son, Judson.

With a growing family and a different view about necromancers, Ronan settled into a less violent way of life and living. He took on a few arcane and mental mentees, helped the locals with warding and shields, and petitioned to have the Cleirigh mark added permanently to the Book of Marks. It took him another three hundred years to clear the deadly stereotype he had made for himself and other necromancers. Only then did he feel okay settling down in one place; Chicago, Illinois. While they did leave when people became suspicious of their age they always returned. Ronan earned a spot on the Council and became notorious for being a great mentor rather than pain and death.

→ The Present Ronan is focused completely on his mentees, business and his seat on the Council. While Ishtar and his two youngest are away on another expedition in Namibia, Ronan has been tasked with finishing their unfinished basement and looking after her herb garden. Ronan had also taken on two mentees that he normally wouldn’t and is out of sorts on how to train them or where to start beside the basics. Not wanting to have his reputation ruined, Ronan has been harder on them than his previous mentees. After years of mastering his craft and becoming a notable mentor, Ronan is learning how to enjoy himself and the life he has built. He’s considering taking time off once Teyla has reached the age of 10 years old, Altair would be nearing 8 and a half, to teach them personally how to teleport and other basics to being warlocks.

[hazinhoodies]

Mal en Point (part xv)

Koh!Harrison x Angel!Reader

A/N: uh i know its been a while and im sorry, uni is really hard and all im really asking is that you give me the same support that you give other writers when they dont post regularly or they post sporadically like i am iright now. quite frankly i don’t think i’ve been getting that but anyways. heres this. enjoy.

Warnings: overwhelming fluff, uh me not knowing what to write in the first half, uh i wrote most of this while i was drunk so sorry

Word Count: 2.7k

“Lilith put some new stuff in your wardrobe I believe, why don’t you look through those?” Harry asks as you round the corner down the hall that leads to your bedroom, you were starting to get to know your way around better. You’d just told him about Harrison asking you to dinner and inquired about what to wear. Truthfully, he was the best friend you had down here. Harry had smirked when you told him about Harrison’s proposition, clearly, he knew something you didn’t, but you didn’t pester about it.

“Well, that was the plan, look through what I have. I’ll figure something out hopefully” You push open the door to your room and Harry follows you in, sitting down in the velvet upholstered chair in front of the vanity in your room and spinning it so it faces you and the wardrobe you search through.

“You know I'm not much help with this, right? I’m not the best at this sort of stuff. I’ve got about seven of the same shirt and pants in my closet and that’s because Harrison chose them for me then I just stuck with it.” Harry lounges back in the chair, tapping his fingers along the arm.

“Yeah but you have eyes. You can tell me if something’s okay or not.” You continue to search through, stopping at a dress that looks eerily similar to the one Iezebel wore the one time you met her. You run the fabric between your fingers before moving on. That just felt wrong to you. You stop at a red one, not a deep burgundy red, a vibrant red, and pull it out, looking at it momentarily before turning it around to show Harry who only shrugs and tells you to try it.

You look at yourself in the mirror of the en-suite bathroom off of your room. You feel out of place. Like you stand out too much. As if that’s not how you’ve felt this entire time. The dress stops a little lower than your mid-thigh and hugs your waist in a way that you love. Stepping out of the bathroom finally, Harry’s attention moves from lighting and extinguishing the oil lamp on your vanity and onto you where his eyes go wide.

“I don’t think you have to look much longer, that was easy,” Harry says and you shake your head, a tight smile on your lips. “I’m serious. If it’s that easy every time then I’m glad to help, or maybe I’m just way better at this than I thought” That time you laugh out loud.

“You did absolutely nothing but waste my lamp, don’t flatter yourself Harry” You laugh from the bathroom as you change back into your plain black clothing you were in before. You still don’t know how you feel about the black clothing. It suits you, it suits everyone really, but it doesn’t feel the same as the white. There’s something more comforting about it, it feels lighter. There aren’t a million rules attached to the colour. You don’t have to upkeep some unspoken oath to wear it.

“I have to get going, Haz wants me,” he says as he stands up, making his way over to you.

“What? How do you know?” You question, brows furrowed in confusion, so much so that the rest of your face scrunches up with it.

“I just know, weird things happen in hell, darling,” He says with a chuckle before continuing what he was going to say before. “Try not to stress too much about tonight. He’s not mean, not going to hurt you or anything. He’s just as nervous as you are, trust me.” He pressed a quick kiss to your cheek, “Try to have fun, it’ll make things easier”

--

Harrison watches as the small wood post erupts into flames, staring at it as the ash crumbles down and falls onto the floor, the orange edges fading to black. He’s so distracted that he doesn’t even hear the door open.

“Not bad. How long that’d take you?” Harrison knows it’s Tom before he turns around but he still does, only to see him leaning against the wall, arms crossed in front of his chest, face illuminated by the flickering orange of the disintegrating post. Harrison glances back at the post, deciding to let it burn out on its own before turning back to Tom and walking towards him.

“Not long, couple seconds of focus” Harrison opens the door and holds it for Tom who pushes himself off the wall and heads out the door, letting Harrison follow him.

“Really? You’re doing better” Harrison replies with a hum as the door clicks shut behind him, Tom continues, “I could do that when we were ten years old”

“Haha, very funny” Harrison replies dryly to Tom’s comments, hoping he hides hurt from the nerve Tom hit. “Was there something you needed?”

“Just coming to tell you that I’m heading to Earth soon to look for Lucius”

“How long do you think it’ll take?”

“If it takes any longer than a couple days I’ll let you know” Harrison nods and the two are left in silence momentarily. “So when were you going to tell me about the date with the angel you’ve got?”

“It’s not a date. Were just having dinner”

“Okay but normally ‘just dinner’ between two people who are attracted to each other isn’t just dinner”

“You think she’s attracted to me?”

“Her and everyone else in Hell” Harrison feels his cheeks heat up at the thought. “I think it’s a bad idea but nothing I’ve ever said has ever stopped you from doing anything so try to have fun I guess? Oh and wear the red suit with the weird pattern thing and the two different shades of red” Tom gestures in vague shapes across his chest, trying to demonstrate what he was thinking, only making Harrison laugh. Tom stops and deadpans at Harrison.

“No, please keep going,” Harrison says with a laugh.

“Oh shut up, you know what one I mean. Div” Tom rolled his eyes when Harrison only laughed more. “Okay, I’m going to go save a kid or something like that.”

“You go do that. Don’t hurt yourself” Toms already walking down the hall, only responding with a shake of his head.

Tom was right. Harrison did know what suit he was talking about. He buttons up the cuff and looks in the mirror. Admittedly he looked good, or at least he felt like he did. He’d only ever worn this one a few times before but it looked nice. Harrison runs his hand over his rib and down the jacket, feeling the change in texture from the different fabrics. He takes in one deep breath and exhales before going to the dining hall to make sure it was alright before you arrived.

By the time that you had gotten there, Harrison had made sure that the overly large table, the table he never even used for that matter, was gone and replaced with a smaller circular one. Although it made the room seem ginormous and empty, he figured it was better than two people sitting at a table meant to seat forty.

Dinner went well. He thought so. You did too. You told him about Heaven, life with someone powerful as your father, not that he didn’t know what it was like, the two of you compared shitty experiences. He told you stories of him and Tom as children and all the stupid things they did and only sometimes got caught for. He had you laughing so hard that wine nearly came out of your nose, and you had his heart fluttering with every giggle or smile that left your lips. Nevertheless, the stories left you with a small feeling of secondhand dread. What had happened that made them stop being friends?

The two of you wandered the garden behind the castle for a while, neither of you want the date to end. You admired the leaves on the bushes that were maybe only six inches shorter than you, the ones scattered with pretty flowers, while Harrison admired you doing so, never having seen something so beautiful as you. Especially when you seem happy. The small smile on your lips was one he hoped to burn into his mind for eternity, he never wants to forget what you look like right now, eyes bright and endless. Granted, you didn’t see him watching you.

“I didn’t know Hell had anything so beautiful” Your voice was sweet and soft, Harrison wants to hear it over and over for the rest of his life. He’s certain that anything you say would sound like a symphony, beautifully in sync and perfectly harmonized. If you think this is beautiful, you should see yourself, he thinks.

“This garden was probably the only good thing my father ever did. He created it for my mother, an attempt to woo her into marrying him really. She always told me that she would have anyways” He says and you turn around to face him, the smile that you have creates a similar one on his.

“It is gorgeous” is all you say after, continuing to take steps along the garden path.

“Can I ask you something, Y/N?” He says as polite as he can.

“Of course” You respond shaking your head gently, your brows furrow for a fraction of a second, wondering why he’d ask to ask you a question.

“Why did you fall? What did you do?” He asks, genuinely curious. Of course, he’d gotten an answer from you earlier, now he was hoping for something more concrete, something about you is hidden in that answer and he wants to find it.

“I did it on purpose,” You say hesitantly, “Seven sins. It’ll get you down to hell faster than you can say it” You chuckle.

“You’ve told me that but why?” He asks further. You stare at the grown, your feet stepping along the soft dirt in the pathway through the bushes.

“When I was little,” You start, “my mother and I were very close. My whole family was. We all looked out for each other, I tried my best but I was too young at the time to really understand life. I have this vivid memory of my mother and I going into the Great Hall to see my father. That’s what I thought was happening at least. It wasn’t uncommon for us to go see him after work and for us all to go home together”

“Sounds lovely, really” He interjects when you pause.

“It was. It really was. But this time my father picks me up and mother kisses my cheek and there are tears in her eyes. She goes into this one room and my father and I aren’t allowed in. She tells me she loves me and the door shuts behind her. And that was the last time I saw her” You end the story and rub at your eyes. Harrison doesn’t really know how to react, so he stands there, mouth agape momentarily.

“I asked what happened to her when I was older. My dad said she was banished here but never gave me a reason. Never told me what she did” You look up at Harrison and he can see the tears in your eyes, the way they’ve been glossed over with tears, glassy and about to spill over. He moves before he can stop himself, his hands coming to rest against your cheek, his thumb ready to wipe away anything that might start to roll down. He can’t help but notice the way that you lean into his touch as your cheeks start to heat up, your eyes fluttering shut for a second. It hurts but he knows that he has to say this.

“We haven’t had an angel fall in well over million years until you” He hopes you ignore the way his voice cracked and put the pieces together on your own so he doesn’t have to explicitly say that she’s not here. So he doesn’t have to tell you that you fell for nothing. You start nodding, his hand finally falling from your cheek. “I’m sorry”

“I know. It’s okay, don’t worry” You wipe your eyes and continue through the garden, exiting the tall bushes and finding the flowers which seem to cheer you up somewhat. You squat down to look at some pink camellias, admiring them, Harrison can’t help but to notice the red spots on your back, right where your wings would be.

“Does that hurt?” He asks and you stand up.

“Hm? Oh only a little bit”

“Here, let me help,” He says and you turn around, pulling your hair over one shoulder to grant him access to your back. He presses his thumbs into the red spots, causing them to ache for a second before the pain starts to go away. Harrison stops sooner than you would’ve liked him too, his hands falling from your shoulder blades as he comes to stand in front of you. “Better?” he asks, and you nod, giving him a soft smile and a quiet ‘thank you’

“Of course, it’s from your wings growing back, but it shouldn’t last long” He explains and you give him another small nod. The two of you stand there for a moment, your eyes wander the rest of the garden, still in shock of how beautiful it is. Movement from Harrison in your peripherals catches your attention, he’s leaning down and pulling off a flower from the camellias you had just been looking at earlier, he breaks it off from near the ground, leaving minimal blank space in the other flowers and then breaks off the much too long length of stem to something smaller and more manageable as he stands.

“May I?” He asks and raises the flower to accompany the question and you nod with a smile. His empty hand brushes your hair behind your ear before he passes the flower into that hand and places it behind your ear, holding back your hair. You feel a blush rise to your cheeks at the action. “You really do look stunning Y/N, I’m not sure how clear I made that earlier”

“You made that very clear at dinner, don’t worry” You chuckle and his hand slips down to your cheek once again.

“Well, then this is me reminding you” He smiles, its toothy and adorable and you swear your heart melts right there. You don’t notice how much either of you had been leaning towards the other until you can feel his breath warm against your skin, sending chills down your spine

“Thank you” Your lips brush against his when you speak, teasing at more. It sends a spark across Harrison’s lip that he’s dying to feel again.

Harrison caves. He tilts your jaw up and pressed his lips against yours, the sparks come back, flurrying through every nerve in his body. He’s got both hands on your cheeks now as if he needs to feel that this is real, like if he lets go you’ll be gone, slipped through his fingers. Your hands come to rest where his collar bones meet his shoulders and soon enough they slide up, across the fabric of his dress shirt, his suit jacket still on the back of his chair in the dining room, and your hands clasped together behind his head, pulling him impossibly closer. If you could live in this moment forever you would, but the two of you are starting to run out of air, there isn’t even time to open your eyes before your lips are back on his after the momentary breath. You can feel him smile into the kiss and it makes you smile too until the two of you are giggling so much that you can’t even focus on kissing the other. Your foreheads rest together as you catch your breath, Harrison is the first to speak.

“Fuck” is all he says, making both of you laugh. You’d let him kiss you until you were black and blue. He continues; “Where have you been all my life"  

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