#i can't drown my demons

[jameszmaguire]

Not the kids. You can't kill kids.

[therussiancourier]

au again

-Don't touch me, employee. You're a psychopath

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[aluckiicoin]

He's curled up around a familiar blue furred cat (Meowski) and purring along with the feline while asleep.

Don't wake him, he clearly needs the peaceful sleep. Who knows when he will get the next night without any terrors or fears getting in the way.

[esotericsoldier]

WHICH IMAGINARY ILLNESS DO YOU HAVE?

STORM SYNDROME.

You never really knew how to be yourself, distancing yourself from your own existence - standing outside of the house even as the storm closed in. You are going through the motions of everyday life, uncaring except for the toughest storms. Each one feels like the one - the one that will finally be too much for you. Somehow it isn't - it never is (except the last one). And as the people around you pick their lives back up and move on, barely bothered by the storm, you still carry it in you - one foot in your life and one out of it. And when they'll ask about you, asking questions about your future, your plans, your dreams the only honest answer would be "i don't know, i never thought i'd make it this far".

[blazillafirefox]

I'll never win against these emo demons, will I?

[anantaru]

— doing his eyeliner while sitting on his lap

including. xiao, neuvillette, zhongli

genre. fluff, gn! reader, slightly suggestive

— xiao

"hey, you're shaking xiao, i can't focus."

"tzzz, i'm not," xiao rasps— ugh, you're just so pretty, you know? with a faint dusting of light clinging to your eyes, delicate yet indifferent, as if the universe itself had carelessly bestowed it upon you. he believes there was something unsettling in your gentleness, a quiet radiance that seemed to exist beyond the confines of this world— beyond reason, beyond him.

his hands grip around your waist like you might disappear if he ever dared to let go of you as his ears were dusted a telltale red, to be fair, xiao cannot keep his hands of you, and in his opinion it should always be like this, never too far from each other— forever as he snuggles himself a little closer towards you.

you shift slightly, adjusting your position on his lap as he tenses like a tightly wound wire, his thighs firm beneath you, muscles twitching as if resisting the urge to latch onto you with his soft lips.

you bite back a smile, dipping the tip of the pencil against his lower lash line as his breath shudders, yet this wasn't fear, don't misread xiao for his reaction, it was not from discomfort— just something inside of him reacting almost fragile, tenderly beautiful yet he didn't quite know how to name such emotions.

"hah xiao, you're holding onto me like i might fall," you tease him, brushing your thumb under his eye to soften the colored line.

xiao swallows thickly, his gaze flickering, searching yours as his arms tighten around you, a quiet plea, a contradiction? "i wouldn't let you," he responds quietly, his words alone turning your heart aflame.

it was racing so fast to the point that it might rupture through the shape and flesh of your body. it's almost laughable how dearly you two adored each other— how the conqueror of demons, fierce and untouchable alike, was now just a man beneath your firm hands, coming undone over the slightest trace of your body moving atop.

his warmth seeps through his clothes, one by one, through yours, yes, burning into your skin where his hands grip your waist like he's afraid you'll slip away. he needs you, xiao does, and you can feel the faint tremor in his fingers as you press the liner to his other eye, his breath uneven, his body an open book— tense, passionate, but leaning into you like you're the only thing keeping him tethered.

"there," you whisper, pulling back slightly to admire your work.

xiao doesn't let go of you yet, instead he buries his face in the crook of your neck, his shuddering breath warm against your heightened skin, his touch a quiet fire, burning through your flesh and sinking deep into your very bones— although not with pain, but with the kind of warmth that made you realize you have always been cold without him.

"…do the other eye, please," xiao's voice was barely a muse, but you knew what he meant by it,

"stay,"

— zhongli

"I feel like you're enjoying this a little too much," zhongli finds it almost comical on how fast you could determine his mood as you accused him of the obvious— and the next smile he returned towards you felt slow as his hands easily rest at your thighs.

he tilts his head ever so slightly, offering himself up like something meant to be worshipped, when in fact, such was the case considering who he truly was.

"how could i not, love?" he exhales, his voice rich like aged wine dripping down the tip of your tongue— or honey, yes, now we got it, the sweetest of them all— spilling, slow and golden, from the corners of your mouth whenever you kissed him. as if even your lips cannot contain such excess, as if the world itself conspires to make you taste too much, feel too much, drown in the deep pleasure of it.

"my love, perched on my lap, so close, so intent, how could any man resist?"

you roll your eyes at him in order to hide your boiling all the more flustered expression, but the way your fingers tremble just slightly as you drag the liner along his lower lash line ultimately betrays you.

zhongli's amber gaze watches you, unreadable, indulgent as you bite down your lower lip, "hold still," and warn, ignoring the heat curling at the base of your spine.

"as you wish," he responds cheekily.

and yet, his voice descends— lower, smoother, as if sinking into the very marrow of the moment, curling like smoke in the hollows of your ribs, "though i wonder—" zhongli continues confidently, unraveling something unseen, something inevitable.

his hand slides up slowly, fingers curling at the nape of your neck, the touch featherlight, barely there, but you feel it like a brand, searing into your very being, leaving a mark of endless pleasure.

"—is it i who needs to stay still," his thumb brushes over your pulse,

"or you?"

your breath hitches as his lips curl at the edges with a slightly amused demeanor— an expression not quite a smile, not quite anything at all.

oh, he knows.

"i should stab you in the eye."

zhongli chuckles as his grip tightens, his chin slightly tilted, just a fraction, just enough that your noses almost brush, "if you must."

he winks, "though, i’d much prefer if you kissed me instead."

you swear the next line you draw on him will be just a little uneven.

— neuvillette

the storm groaned against the windowpanes, a ceaseless murmur like the whisper of some distant, unnameable grief as beneath you, neuvillette sat in stillness, his breath deep and steady— like an anchor against the restless howl of the wind.

his hands, resting with an almost absent-minded lightness upon your hips, betrayed neither urgency nor hesitation, only a quiet inevitability— the controlled rise and fall of his chest beneath your touch was steady, as if the weight of existence itself laid upon him and yet he bore it without complaint.

"you're very patient with me," you hum at him, your voice barely above the hush of the rain as your fingers find his chin, tilting his face with a careful adoration.

his skin was cool beneath your touch, smooth like polished marble— an artifact of restraint, a monument to something vast and unknowable, "and you're very careful," he replies, his voice low, "i find it… comforting."

you smile at him as your fingers trace slow paths along the delicate sweep of his lashes, the elegant lines of his face as the patience in him was almost sorrowful, an acceptance of longing as though he has lived with it for too long to protest.

then, without warning, he moves— a shift, so fluid and inevitable, and before you could catch your breath and register what was happening, neuvillette's face was buried in the curve of your neck, his lips barely parted against your skin.

an immediate warmth spreads through you, a heat that knots itself into the quiet places between your ribs.

although you freeze, your breath catches on something unnamed, something trembling between desire and disbelief;

"n-neuvillette?"

your voice sounded like a question, yet your body revealed an answer— your fingers curled at the nape of his neck, the press of his lips a silent confession.

his arms come around you at last, gathering you in, as though he has finally allowed himself this.

his nose brushes along your pulse, "mh? what were you saying?" as his arms tighten around your waist just slightly, holding— not trapping, just holding.

"you're supposed to sit still," you chide playfully, but your voice came out softer than you originally meant to.

he exhales, lips ghosting against your throat. "forgive me," he murmurs, "you are warm, i find myself comforted by your presence."

"—and you take such care of me."

©2025 anantaru do not repost, copy, translate, modify

[unsnare-moved-to-the-same-url]

His gaze trailed hers, reflecting the scowl she gave him and the precise furrow on her forehead, as if he were trying to read her mind. It was uncharted territory, though, and Kai would not want anything there either way, prefering to tailor out his own schemes instead. Her, merly curled around her finger since she needed him, not the other way around. "Word, got the i'm-a-bore-gene from sis." scoffs Kai. "There are always loopholes, you just gotta find a way to find them."

Her sentence is interrupted when his hand rises. "Wait. You want me to dig out Gemini history? Like, literally? Grave digging?"

After the lengthy groan of acceptance passed through him, Kai relaxed his shoulders and leaned back, appearing to be merely observing her with his arms crossed over his chest. "But it's right there on the page, Leah. You have gotta.... dig out our dear old ancestors. They're gonna be mad big time. And then two of their abomimatioms at once?" His tongue clivks as the grin spreads over his features. "That's heavy stuff."

she gave him a look, assuming it was obvious what she was about to say. "i don't watch tv from the old days," lizzie shrugged, she didn't mean to not get it, but she just had no idea what he was going on about. maybe it would have been funny to someone else. he moved on though, and so did she.

lizzie was tired of him just forgetting what had been taken from her. "no, she didn't. she died." her mother didn't live long enough to teach her shit. sure, she had some old grimoires, but everything she learned had been at the salvatore school from other witches. she didn't learn parker magic. caroline tried her best, her aunt bonnie did too, but there was just some things she wished she learned from the source. "but to be clear, i know that. see the thing is, the witch that cast it isn't technically dead, she's just kind of in stasis."

[dcxdpdabbles]

Please update Child Support, it’s hilarious!!!😂

John sighs, slumping on the table. Surrounding him were various bottles of dubious liquids. He found that human alcohol rarely gave him that special kick when he was trying to drink his stress away and would often hop over to a dimension with real fun ones.

He's been under a lot of stress lately.

Danny's potential sutiors were driving him crazy, not to mention the consent fear that he would mess up in a way Clockwork won't take kindly to. His son was slowly finding his footing in this world thanks to the SuperSons. His new school, some posh academy in Gotham, had far stricter policies in regards to bullying, so at least no one had given his boy any grief.

John highly doubted that meant he wasn't facing any verbal abuse. But it was better than the previous five schools he had attempted to send his child to. Danny had even come home one day, waving a permission form to join the astrology club at him, so John figured he owed Batman an enormous thanks. Something like a simple candlelight dinner.

If he could get the stick in the mud to say yes, that was.

"Is everything alright?" Barry asks, patting John on his shoulder. The British man groans into the table top, trying to hide away from the overly cheerful fellow.

He can't handle the Flash right now, not when John has finally gotten a moment of peace.

Sadly, the other didn't seem to get the memo. Barry pats his shoulder again, more insistant than before. John closes his eyes, trying to get the swirling votrex of dancing unicons to vanish from his sight - He did drink far too much Sparkle Shine Ale- as he mutters. "Danny wants to go on a date."

"Ah," Barry's voice takes on a teasing tone. "It's always hard realizing they're growing up."

"You don't understand." John utters in misery. "Dating is different in the Infinete Realms"

"How so?"

"It involves getting parent's permission before hand."

Barry makes a sound that might have been the start of a sentence, but his words are drowned out by a loud and powerful portal ripping the air above them. The rest of the Justice League - for John felt it was safer to get drunk away from his boy and choose to use the company lounge - spring to their feet.

Besides the location of the Watchtower, various security functions had gone into the blueprints of keeping the Justice League safe. Bruce and had installed defenses from paranormal entities. Every inch of the tower had some carvings that were said to be protective wards.

Bruce placed every ward, charm, and protective coating he could find from various cultures of Earth.

John was impressed with the fact Bruce had somehow been able to sniff out the frauds, back when he didn't even know magic was real.

If only they were powerful enough to keep this toerag away from him. John slowly raises his head far enough that his intoxicated eyes can glare at the being, who leaps out of the portal to land on his table with a thump.

"I beg of you, please allow me to date your son!" Klarion, Lord of Choas, drops to one knee and presents a bouquet of the Infinite Realm's most expensive roses. The roses shine and shimmer in various colors and never stay the same for too long. "Our marriage would be a tale for the ages!"

John can't even answer that ridiculous request before another portal rips open, and this time, Asmodeus, a king of demons in a few different realms, falls to his knees beside John's chair. He's in his more humanoid form, having heard the rumor that Danny preference said forms.

He obviously made sure that people would not forget his title of "Demon of lust"with the gorgeous human features he picked out, even if a pair of horns still stuck to his head.

He is presenting John precious jewels that many have lost their lives in an attempt to steal. Mosth had been slain by the lust demon before they even got to glanced at them. "My young lord, I humbly request your approval for your heir's right of dating. I-"

"Get lost! I was here first!" Klarion hisses, flinging magic at the lust demon, "I shall be the one to earn a date!"

"You worthless little worm!" Asmodeus growls, body shifting into a gaint beast that snares at the lord of choas. His once shining jewels now had black spots across them. "Your magic stained my jewels!"

John reaches for his other bottles as yet another voice joins the two arguing higher beings. He doesn't even want to check to see what the rest of the league thinks about all this.

"I, Trox king of the Goblins, have come to humbly request a date with Clockwork's heir -"

"NO! I was here first!"

"I'll shall prove that you worms are not worthy of Lord Danny's hand!"

John wonders, in the far conrers of his mind, if he should attempt to contact Clockwork about this. The emboloment of time was dangerous in a way that would usually mean he would avoid at all costs, but really, he doesn't think he can handle this anymore.

Every day, for the past three months, demons, ghosts, magic users, and whatever else in between would pop up, begging John to approve a date with Danny.

His son unawarely brought this about when he told John one morning before school that he was thinking about joining a dating app some of his classmates were talking about.

His innoccent words had been taken as a request for a mate by every non-human being across the mutiverse and now John was getting bombarded by beings foaming at the mouth, wanting to be the ones that had Clockwork as a in-law.

John was only human, magic powers aside, he couldn't handle this anymore.

Somewhere, he thinks he can hear his ex-lover laughing his ass off.

[last-words-ofashootingstar]

Star's Fairytale July

➾In Which: Star will share twisted and dark tellings of everyone's favorite classic fairytales.

RATED X. MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY.

❥ATEEZ x fem reader (separately, and the final all together)

♡'･ᴗ･'♡genre: yandere / dark, lots of au's, consensual + dub con + non con

ಠ_ಠwarning/content: DARK FICTION. DEAD DOVES ALL AROUND. some more than others so check the tags on each chapter before you read !

➯a/n: i'm so excited !!! i've always alwayyyys loved grimms fairy tales and dark fiction in general, and i've spent a lot of time planning these out; some ideas have been around since spooktober 2023. this is the project i'm pausing my work on requests for, so i hope you enjoy ! this might not be the order they're posted in but we shall seeeee

taglist ? -> open !

♡masterlist + navigation !♡

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The Heart of a True Believer

❥Kim Hongjoong ➾In Which: Neverland is dying and you, my dear, are the only way it can survive. ಠ_ಠ: a spin on "( Return to ) Neverland", loosely inspired by "Once Upon A Time", peter pan joong, historical fantasy au, dub-con

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When Will My Life Begin?

❥Jung Wooyoung ➾In Which: Life is simple, it's safe, and it's calm. When a strange man climbs inside your isolated tower — it turns into anything but. ಠ_ಠ: a spin on "Rapunzel" and "Tangled", criminal woo, modern fantasy au, consensual

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Devour

❥Jeong Yunho ➾In Which: He's watching. He's drooling. He's so hungry. He's so pent up. He can't decide which way he'd rather devour you. ಠ_ಠ: a spin on "Little Red Riding Hood", non-con to dub-con, historical fantasy au, werewolf yunho / red riding hood reader

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The Last Petal

❥Choi Jongho ➾In Which: The Beast has until the last petal falls from the rose to find true love. And he is determined not to let that petal fall. ಠ_ಠ: a spin on "Beauty and The Beast", consensual, historical fantasy au

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Fate

❥Kang Yeosang ➾In Which: You are lost with no way home after you break a wing, and a friendly woodcutter offers his home to you. ಠ_ಠ: a spin on "Seonnyeowa namukkun", lumber jack sang / fairy reader, dub-con

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Wild

❥Song Mingi ➾In Which: Your plane goes down in uncharted wilderness — but you don't have to be afraid. He will take care of you. ಠ_ಠ: a spin on "Tarzan", non-con to consensual, historical au

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Tides

❥Park Seonghwa ➾In Which: You save a prince from drowning, and it comes back to bite you in the tail. ಠ_ಠ: a spin on "The Little Mermaid", prince hwa / mermaid reader, historical fantasy au, dub-con

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The Price of Magic

❥Choi San ➾In Which: The devil at your window tells you he can help you, but all magic comes with a price. ಠ_ಠ: a spin on "Rumplestiltskin", demon san, dub-con, historical fantasy au

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Tea Party

❥ATEEZ ➾In Which: You and The Mad Hatter Hongjoong host a party where the most debaucherous affairs take place. ಠ_ಠ: PURE SMUT. consensual, sooooo many smut warnings holy shit-

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[a-hazbin-reader]

Alastor X Reader Headcanons

✅️Romantic

❌️Platonic

TW: C R I N G E, Cursing, Toxic Relationship but it gets fixed

Description: Alastor runs into his ex-wife again

Alastor does his best not to think about you anymore, even more so now that he's at the hotel and scheming his secret little schemes

But there are times when he can't not think about you, times when he's suddenly reminded of you and can't bring himself to push the memory away

Or times when he runs into you accidentally, doing his best to avoid you and keep you from seeing him. While also watching you for as long as he can without being caught

Those days, he ends up drowning himself in alcohol and regret. The memories of how your marriage ended replaying in his mind over and over again

"Ah...we used to be so happy together.."

Then he drinks himself to sleep with sweeter memories, the first kiss, the wedding, the honeymoon...only to spend the next day nursing a hangover

After that, he's back to normal, and his afterlife goes on,

That is until he runs into you again, and for him, it's like time stops the moment he catches the eerily familiar scent of your perfume

He's about to turn the corner to hide from you until he notices you're with a man and that evil monstrous jealous side of him takes over

Suddenly, your suitor is gone once again(not that you really minded), and you have a pretty good idea of whose fault that is(which pissed you off)

But that was just the way things were between you two now, neither of you really loving it but doing nothing to change it

That is until you two somehow end up running into each other again but end up forced to stick together, caught in the crossfire of some territory fight

Naturally, the two of you end up back to back fighting alongside each other, which is something that immediately is picked up on by the others

It doesn't help that your history together is incredibly obvious, the two of you catching each other, giving each other knowing looks and Alastor even wiping some blood from your face

"Woah woah woah! Wait a minute! Just who the hell is this piece?"

You can't help but push Alastor away from you, your hands moving off of his chest as if it burned you, Alastor only hummed and dusted himself off

"Aha! This lovely piece of work here is my darling ex-wife, Y/N~"

You could practically hear the record scratch sound effect as everyone turns to look at you, the moment of distraction just long enough for one brave demon to suddenly try and attack Alastor

But before Alastor even has time to react, you've suddenly got the demon pinned by his throat, clawing desperately at your ankle to try and get free

You only press your heel down harder and look up to address the other demons surrounding all of you, pointing at Alastor

"None of you better lay a finger on him, understand? He's mine. Mine to kill, that is."

Alastor is smiling at you viciously, obviously amused by your statement but secretly happy that you defended him even if you despise him now

"Oh darling~ You do care~"

"Not another word out of you."

Alastor is practically purring for an entire week after that encounter, feeling renewed at the sight of you and even happier to touch you, to speak with you

Charlie and the others are all gossiping about the two of you, even though Vaggie tries her hardest not to involve herself

"Charlie, what does it matter? She obviously doesn't like him anymore and Alastor doesn't care about anything or anyone unless it benefits him."

"That's the thing! I think Alastor still loves her! We could set them up!"

"That sounds like a terrible idea..."

Charlie doesn't agree and ends up inviting you to the hotel. Somehow, she gets you to agree despite you being painfully aware that Alastor will be there

Your new bedroom is suspiciously familiar in its decoration and amenities, little touches that made it feel like home

At first, things are incredibly awkward at the hotel with you and Alastor now reunited, mainly because you two won't even look at each other

In fact, when one of you enters a room, the other will just get up and leave regardless of if you were busy/in conversation or not

Or you'll just openly dislike anything to do with your ex-husband

You're eating some food that someone left out in the kitchen? Something hot and tantalizing, obviously fresh and delicious looking? How could you resist?

Vaggie comes in and sees you enjoying it, a wistful expression on your face each time you take a bite

"Y/N, how are you liking the food?"

"It's definitely familiar, who made this?"

"Ala-"

Suddenly the food is being dumped in the trashcan and you're cleaning your plate

"Oh dear, I'm afraid I'm feeling sick to my stomach. Must be the food."

It takes months for you two to stay in the same room together, but even then, you two can't help but bicker and act snarky

Alastor is listening to the radio? You're shutting it off and opening a book without even looking at him. Only for Alastor to turn it back on and hum along to the music, which makes you turn it back off

On. Off. On. Off. On. Off. O-

"Can't we just sit and enjoy the silence, you homicidal bastard?"

"Oh, I would love to, but this silence is wasted on a pretty drip such as yourself~"

Not you two erupting into a stupid argument while Charlie sits awkwardly between you two on the couch

Niffty brings home a pet and Alastor tells her to throw it back out? She comes running to you

"Y/N! Y/N! Can I keep him!?!"

You don't even look to see what monstrosity she's holding, simply turning a page in your book

"Did you ask Alastor?"

"Yes!"

"Hm. What did he tell you?"

"To get rid of that mangy thing!"

Niffty can tell by the way your eyes flick up for a brief moment to look at her and the small quirk of your lips that she's won

"You may keep it."

Somehow, it morphs into bickering into a weird sort of interaction that you two end up looking forward to?

It's not subtle either, everyone around you and Alastor can tell that feelings are starting to be somewhat rekindled

But just when it seems like things are going forward in your relationship, one of you remembers why things ended in the first place and step back

Alastor brings you something thoughtful and sweet? You're doing everything you can to not reveal how happy it makes you

He's smiling at you warmly as you admire his gift, a soft blush on your cheeks, your lips fighting a smile as you thank you

"Y/N..."

He's reaching out to brush a claw against your cheek, making you gasp, an apology for everything just about to fall from his lips

... only to see Carmilla down the street and remember how urgently he had needed to speak with her recently, pushing you physically and mentally to the side

Again.

"I have to go, so terribly sorry, but this can't wait another moment! Oh Carmilla~!"

And suddenly, you remember why you wanted a divorce in the first place, that familiar pang of hurt blooming in your chest

And of course, you don't want to admit that he hurt your feelings, so you start doing things to be vindictive or get a rise out of him

Purposefully 'forgetting' about him when a rather attractive man comes over to talk with you, exaggerating blushes and letting him kiss your hand

Seeing him getting a taste of his own medicine gives you a sense of satisfaction but also reminds him of his own reasons for wanting a divorce

The two of you just end up in the same cycle of fighting, bickering, pushing down your emotions, almost falling in love again, hurting each other, and going back to fighting

Rosie, with all the sweetness in her soul, is the one who wants to put a stop to all the fighting between you two. It's totally not because she's sick of seeing Alastor sulk and give you lovesick looks when he thinks you aren't looking

And not at all because of how soft and pathetic you get when you start to fall for him again, only to watch you become cold and steely once he's hurt your feelings

Okay yeah, she's sick of it, but Rosie is pretty sure she can work with this

She is unbelievably subtle with how she starts to unravel all of your problems as a couple, slowly straightening out all the kinks

Alastor has you on the sidelines again? Rosie is there to give him a nudge and point out that he's not being very attentive to you

"Now now Alastor! It's impolite to leave a lady waiting! Best wrap it this up quickly before someone snatches her away~"

All it takes is a glance at someone walking your way for Alastor to startle and make his way back over to you as quickly as possible

You scoff and roll your eyes at him before looking off at nothing in particular, a sour look on your face

"I thought you had too much to do."

"I've come to the realization that my priorities need to be aligned elsewhere."

The look of surprise on your lovely face is enough to make him feel guilty, wondering how often he had let you down in the past...

"Shall we dance, my dear~?"

"It goes against my better judgement..."

But you're already taking his hand, a soft blush on your cheeks as you let him take you by the waist and pull you onto the dance floor

It's reminiscent of when you two first were in love, staring into each other's eyes before one of you became too choked up with emotion and ended up leaning on each other while slow dancing

Or maybe you're having a petty moment, purposefully soaking up attention from someone just to keep Alastor looking your way and seething with jealousy

Charlie(who was recruited by Rosie) will gently try to convince you to just be honest with Alastor about wanting his attention instead of getting a rise out of him

It's absolutely mortifying, but you give it an honest shot, fully believing that he will either reject you or ridicule you for being so pathetic

But you dress yourself up until you're as irresistible as you can be(he would say yes even if you were wearing Vox Themed Merch) and make your way up to his radio tower

You don't manage to sneak up on him but you do make him speechless when he turns around to see you, getting anniversary flashbacks and wondering if he missed something on his calendar

But the lack of anger on your face makes him relax... just a little...at least enough to ask the question that used to get his head bitten off

"Y/N, you look quite fetching this evening...is there a reason why..?"

Alastor is definitely not backing away when you take a step towards him, your facial expression wavering between determination and something akin to embarrassment

"I was wondering if you would like to go out and eat with me tonight..."

His ears twitch up as he processes what you're saying to him, trying to wrap his mind around the fact that you're asking for his attention

Before his ego takes over and he's looping his arm in yours, black dripping tentacle like flowers suddenly being offered to you as he guides you out of the hotel

"I would love to eat you tonight!"

WHOOPS-

You two do eventually figure out that everyone has been essentially doing couple's therapy on you both, but at that point, neither one of you care

Your feelings for each other are rekindled, and you two work hard to be better partners even if that means asking for outside help(ROSIE!!!)

You two end up becoming a power couple, a force to be reckoned with when you work together, a fierce deadly duo that is nearly unstoppable

"Darling~ What should I do with this wretched cretin~?"

"Eat him up, my love~"

But you two are also adorable together, Alastor listening to the radio and humming while you read in his lap, leaning on him as you two relax together

Sometimes Niffty will open the broom closet to find you two kissing in there like a couple of teenagers, she just climbs between your legs to get the cleaning supplies she needs then shuts the door on her way out

"Alastor..?"

"Mm~?"

"I think Nif just locked us in..."

"More time to enjoy ourselves~"

Alastor had forgotten how good it was to wake up to you using his chest as a pillow, the sight of your sleeping face, and knowing that you trusted him to keep you safe even now

You're often woken up by Alastor kissing your neck or rubbing your hips, a nice change from waking up alone and wondering if he had even come to bed the night before

And if he can't be there when you wake up then you'll find flowers in his place along with a note of where he went and when he will come back

You two make time for each other now, giving yourselves designated days to go out on dates and even having a few spontaneous ones as well

When you two are together it's almost what you would think being in Heaven would feel like

Staring into Alastor's eyes while he grazes his lips against your knuckles, hearing a pleased hum come out of him when you inevitably blush because of him

Feeling the way his body tenses with excitement as you wrap your arms around his neck and press yourself against him, leaning up to capture his lips with your own

"Aw, you two are so cute now that you're bangin' on the regular again! Unless hate fucking was your thing?"

Alastor's lip twitches with anger/amusement as a gasp/laugh bubbles out of you, and you hide your face in his shoulder to stifle any further laughter as to not encourage Angel

I'VE BEEN WORKING ON THIS FOR LIKE A YEAR NO LIE

[unsnare-moved-to-the-same-url]

Kai silently watched Davina's fists clench so tight her knuckles were white, a furious flush creeping up his neck. There was an intensity, a raw energy emanating from Davina that was without a doubt more captivating than it was driving him away. A slow, smile curved on Kai's lips. It was a dangerous, exhilarating kind of anger, and instead of backing away, he found themself drawn in, closing the distance toward Davina. "My kind of thing," chuckles Kai, noticing that he was barely phased by her words. "I can help. I just don't like doing it, people are ingreatful these days and why would I want to help when there is nothing in it for me?" His hand shoots forward and captures her wrist, finger curl around it, keeping her steady and preventing her from getting away at once. "If you don't let me, I'm just gonna do the spell for you and know you," he shrugs. "That's kinda worse."

davina has studied kai's behaviour enough to know exactly why he's trying to get on her nerves and when he just so happens to. right now, it's not intentional and, if she weren't stressing, she'd be able to think of instant witty retorts to whatever he happens to say. his response makes her roll her eyes. ❝ babe, you were literally watching duck tales this morning. ❞ she doesn't even look up when she speaks. instead, she slams them against the table, the frustration building up to the point of breaking. ❝ exactly how do you plan on helping? this spell isn't really your kind of thing. ❞ aka a spell to help, not hinder.

[aluckiicoin]

(TW gore)

I've been thinking about this a lot lately...

Say I take a young girl, the same age as your sister when she died. And say I can bring your sister back from life, too...

But the price is, you have to kill the young girl. Bare hands and chains, just like when you were a slave. And slam it over and over again until her head's a bloody mess~! Just like your sister.

Would you do it? Have you stooped so low that you're the same as them?

Just kidding, I know you already got there a loooooong time ago.

-Sparkle 🎭🎉

Ah, if it wasn't his least favourite fool. Given he only knew little it wasn't an impressive title yet. But wasn't she just a delightful company? Just as much as last time when she dragged him through the mud, called him a slut and then delighted in his misery. Truly wonderful company!

At least she was open and forward of her reservations and dislikes and her own very special interests. What had he done to be on her mind though? Was it fooling her into giving information with his little performance under and helped by the Harmony's Order's influence?

Or was it because he refused to adept to the roles assigned to him by anyone but himself? The scene the masked fool painted was gruesome, evil, impossible even. There was an easy way out however, one that wasn't even a complete lie. A non-chelant wave followed, one hand hidden from view.

“I do not know about your fantasies Miss Fool but Aventurine does not have a sister.”, because his sister had long been dead when Kakavasha had to be buried. Regardless the question remained, who fed her after midnight. The little gremlin smelled weakness – even if performed – once and was now chasing for it like a bloodhound. Regardless of that? Would Kakavasha do it? Would he? No, never.

“I cannot imagine that the revived person would approve of the sacrifice.”, no matter how many he killed, it had always been in the spirit of surviving, the very thing she had cursed him with. But if he ever spilled blood to bring his sister back? She was sure to loathe him – and come back wrong.

Not even Aeons owned the power of revival, even those tries have apparently always went wrong. So who was he to entertain an idea that it would ever be possible to work? And the only life he'd be willing to sacrifice? Was his own. And even then, a life without her family would be just as torturous to her as it was to him after all. “I am curious, however. Who would 'them' be? There are no written records of successful reanimation attempts.”

[esotericsoldier]

WHERE DO YOU GO WHEN YOU CLOSE YOUR EYES?

free

the chains binding you to the prison floor smell faintly of kerosene, and they're wet to the touch (only if you think about it). how long has it been since they clipped your wings? you hate how useless you are when you can't do anything except sit still and look pretty. why has nobody come to rescue you yet?

[talesofesther]

sweet serenity

Lucanis Dellamorte x Rook

Summary: After it all, Lucanis finds his serenity.

A/N: I wasn't planning on writing something for Lucanis so soon, but this sweet little thought came to my mind, and I couldn't let it slide. No spoilers ahead. I hope you enjoy it. Do let me know if you want to see more of him here! Requests are open, as usual.

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An air of serenity engulfs Rook's meditation chamber, all quiet and calm. It's late into the night, or at least, what would be the equivalent of it in the fade. The large aquarium that covers an entire wall created ripples of liquid light on the floor and over Rook's skin. She watches for a moment as the fish swim lazily in the water, wondering still, in the back of her mind, how exactly they came to be in the fade.

Her attention wavers quickly, however, when her lips brush against raven hair. A smile comes to Rook's lips, one of her hands gingerly tracing shapes over his naked back. Her fingertips feel over a few bumps, some small, others not so much. Each scar on his skin had already felt the touch of her lips, too.

Lucanis is lying with her, or rather, on her. His head nests snuggly on the curve of her neck, facing away from the aquarium. One of his arms is over her stomach, and a steady and warm grip keeps her as close as humanly possible to him. He'd refused to leave her side, ever since he nearly lost her. Once is enough—the Crow had told her, his eyes glinting with pools of unshed worry, hurt, and longing.

Rook doesn't mind, much on the contrary. It feels almost healing to be so tangled with Lucanis, not knowing where he ends and she begins. She nuzzles onto the crown of his head, laying a chaste kiss there. It makes him shiver, she feels it in the goosebumps that rise on his skin.

He'd reacted the same way on their first night together, too; She had taken his cheeks between both her hands, only so she could touch his forehead with hers, noses bumping together while her fingers buried into his hair with the care of someone holding their world in their hands. And from her touch, she felt something wet drop onto her cheeks, once and then twice. His hands trembled where he held onto her waist. She had opened her eyes to find tear tracks down Lucanis' face. It had worried her, but in the same breath, he clutched at her hand like a lifeline and placed it more firmly onto his skin. On that night, she leaned forward again, her lips then tracing a path from below his eye, down to his cheeks, and until she found his lips again. There had been a distant salty taste to it as she kissed his tears away.

His goosebumps under her fingertips tonight bring the memory to the forefront of her mind, and she smiles, all sweet and adoring.

Everything is all too new for him, she knows. He even tried to deny his own feelings in the beginning. Rook still remembers the words Lucanis had told her not that long ago. You deserve better than to deal with my mess. Many times, he tried to give her an out, to keep her away; in his mind, it was safer that way. She deserved better, and Lucanis feared the possibility of him, or Spite, ever hurting her.

She'd convinced him otherwise. Showed him otherwise. She always did.

And now, Lucanis can happily drown in her embrace. He fears though, that it's without it that he might suffocate.

The quietness lingers, and Lucanis feels faint with the way she loved on him. Her touch is all too gentle and tender, he can't remember a time before her that he'd ever felt something like it. Perhaps never. He buries his nose further against her skin, a shuddering breath passing through his lips. There is a burning in the back of his eyes, but this time it doesn't come from Spite, for the demon has been blissfully quiet for a while now.

Lucanis felt her kiss, her fingers brushing over his scars—as delicate as rose petals on his skin. And he could crumble. He would get on his knees and promise her the world over and over if it meant she'd keep touching him with the gentleness of her hands.

"You're quiet tonight," Rook's soft voice says. It's a mere observation, as she selfishly missed the sound of his voice.

Lucanis hums, all sleepy, as his thumb traces the skin of her hip. "For too long," he holds a pause, they have the time all for themselves anyway, "I've wished for this… peace." The crow can feel her hand wandering, his eyes remain closed but her presence is intoxicating and he can't help but be aware of it. She's fidgeting with his hair, he feels the gentle tugs on the long strands.

"Spite?" Rook inquires, a little distracted.

"Is silent," he sighs. "With you, he's always calm." Lucanis' accent is heavy on his words and Rook smiles again. "I think… you are stuck with me now." There's the slightest bit of hesitation as he says it, still. Lucanis holds onto his breath, a little more awake now.

"Good. I was hoping to be." Warmth and affection drips from Rook's words, and the crow eases the air in his lungs.

Silence engulfs them again, but Lucanis is mindful of her movements. He senses her touch on multiple strands of his hair, working one over the other in a neat, small braid. He assumes as much, at least. It's more than welcome, he nearly purrs at her ministrations. Lucanis' hand lays flat against her stomach, drawing a pattern over her ribs, down to her hip, and back again.

Rook smooths one hand over his hair, fingers burying between soft dark locks, careful of the little braid now resting beside his ear. She picks out three strands and begins anew.

"What are you doing there, mi amor?"

Rook's cheeks become warm, a sheepish tilt to her lips as she bites back a smile. "Hmm, nothing."

She feels the shape of Lucanis' own smile against her skin, though, before he gives a kiss to the skin of her collarbone.

"I am not taking them off, you know," he mumbles, referring to the little artwork she's been doing to his hair.

She buries her nose against him to muffle a chuckle, and Lucanis can't take it anymore. He pushes himself up on his elbows, looking down at her with something that could only be described as adoration. All blown pupils and flushed cheeks.

He kisses her, over and over. He feels privileged.

⋆* ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ

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[which-star]

if you have more american university au ideas PLEASE keep talking about them this is so funny

at what point does Zoey find out about the hunters? and how does she react?

oh wow, yes! I wasn't expecting that post to blow up as it did but I have plenty ideas! Here's some specifically silly ones and the answers to your questions! I didn't want to make it too long but here we are 😭😭

Rumira dorming together! Celine did what she could but she could NOT get Rumi a private room. This naturally makes everything so much harder.

Zoey is a commuter student. She's complaining about the long, awkward in-between classes time and wanting to take a nap and Mira completely unprompted goes "you can nap in my bed"

USAmericans have a universal script and whenever they veer off the typical "How are you" "I'm good" speel, Rumi panics hard. She freezes, she can only think of two phrases and it's thank you and I'm fine. She gives Zoey the most pathetic puppy eyes screaming SOS

Mira HATES tip culture. She hates that we have to add the tax mentally. She especially hates how food delivery ends when the restaurants close. What do you MEAN I can't order chicken at 3AM?? I'm literally hungry?

Rumira don't understand the American way of showing up to class in your pjs. Imagine two of the hottest international students in your class at 9AM dressed to the nines and a Zoey shaped gremlin drowning in a tourist tee, pj bottoms, and Christmas socks. It's September.

Zoey lovessss boba. Of course she does, she's Asian-American like hello? Rumira do Not get the appeal and think it's too expensive like wdym it's $8 for a boba drink it's like half that in Korea? Just for sugar balls?

God. So many language barrier problems. Zoey yaps in circles around them in English and rumira are struggling to keep up. Wtf does ily pls don't go bald mean...

Mira also keeps using Korean acronyms and slang Zoey is Not caught up on. Like help... her Korean slang knowledge is five years behind... she still uses the terms 인싸/아싸... When Mira hears Zoey use the saying "no jam" 100% seriously she almost cries laughing bc girl... that's sooooo 2010s....

Zoey orders for them when they go out together. Imagine two kicked puppies trailing behind their sole provider. Yeah.

Zoey genuinely thinks they're joking about being hunters the first time. Like yeaj.... we're hunters... right... and then she runs into demons and she subsequently has a meltdown

They were trying to prime her mentally for this beforehand but Zoey kept brushing them off like oh it must be their hyper fixation or special interest lol idk why else they'd want to constantly talk about Korean mythology otherwise

At one point she thinks they're part of some cult. She's heard from her mom that cults are a big problem in Korea, that's a viable reason for their weirdness, right?

She's a lot more on board after the demon incident, but she doesn't see the point in moving to Korea

I haven't quite nailed down their majors. I was debating Zoey being a music major either in piano or general production but I can also see her in music education or, curveball, marine biology/veterinary science :) Mira feels very liberal arts major to me and Rumi would definitely choose something more by-the-book. Feel free to send more asks!

[winchesterwild78]

Master Lists

Jensen Ackles Master List

Chance Meeting

Austin

Behind the Scenes

Forgotten

Whiskey Kisses and Broken Promises

The Ranch

Teacher

The Director

Less Lonely

Serenade

Captain

Austin Nights

A Haven of Comfort

The Tutor

The Weight of Guilt

A Father's Love

A Birthday Worth Celebrating

A Surprise for a Special Day

A Husband's Return

A Shattered Heart

An Unexpected Friendship

Broken

Unspoken Words

Second Take

Goodbye, My Love

A Day Marked Twice

The Arrangement

Dean Winchester Master List

All Patched Up

Unexpected Hunter

First Aid

Please Don't Go

The Hunter

By Your Side

Hunters and Secrets

Taking Care of Each Other

Safely in Your Arms

A Secret Revealed

A Little Bit Stronger

A Twist of Fate

Carry on My Wayward Son

The Demon and Me

Daddy's Girl

The Gravity of it All

Beau Arlen Master List

Montana

Always Protected

I'll Always Take Care of You

A New Sheriff in Town

Soldier Boy Master List

Curvy

I Can't Lose You

Take Care Of Me

Cranky

The Mistake

Brat

The Art of Not Saying "I Love You"

A Soldier's Valentine

Russell Shaw Master List

Rekindled

Lost in the Wilderness

Mark Meachum Master List

When Eric met Mark

The Unveiling

Short Stories and One Shots

Unspoken Rules

A Night of Shadows and Strength

A Home and a Heart

Elevator Encounter

A Secret Love

Heaven

Thankful for You

Twinkle Lights

Silly Rabbit

The Twelve Days of Christmas

Peppermint Kisses and Christmas Promises

Happy New Year

Happy Birthday, Dean Winchester

The PE Teacher

A Light in the Darkness

Winter's Embrace

Ticklish

Glitter and Green Eyes

Stitches and Secrets

The Actor's Secret

A Soft Goodbye

An Echo of a Winchester

The Secret He Kept

Drowning in Silence

What Happens in Rome

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