#i felt the demon in me awaken with a shake

[tochimo0]

The devil works hard, but the boo-p demon in me works harder

[pathologicalreid]

for the fear of falling apart | part two

returning to Everett Lynch's case, you try to redefine normalcy with Spencer and JJ, but Grace Lynch has other plans for you

part one | part two | part three | part four | part five | epilogue

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who? spencer reid x jareau!reader category: angst, hurt/comfort content warnings: gun violence, spoilers/references to: 9x6 "in the blood", 9x14 "200", 9x23 "angels", 9x24 "demons", 13x22 "believer", 14x1 "300", 14x15 "truth or dare". rewrite of 15x1 "under the skin", 15x2 "awakenings". a lot of dialogue is pulled directly from the show. hospitals/medical information. diana's alzheimers. marriage talk. roslyn's suicide. the parentification of jennifer jareau. mommy AND daddy issues. fear of drowning. word count: 7.48k a/n: it's two days late, but it's three times longer than part one. welcome to the abyss of my brain. it's scary in here.

Your name was being called. First, it felt far away, slowly coming closer and closer, lifting you to the surface as if you were being pulled. The sound was muffled until you broke through the barrier, a female voice clearly called your name, prompting your eyes to fly open, and there you were, sitting up on Penelope’s velvet couch, cocooned in a crocheted blanket with what was sure to be a remarkable bedhead.

Lifting your hand and placing it over your racing heart, you looked up at Penelope, the blue streak that you had redone for her last night prominent against her blonde hair. “Hey,” you said, widening your eyes and letting the blanket fall from your shoulders.

She crooked a brow at you suspiciously. For someone who wasn’t a profiler, she did have a knack for reading people, but you supposed it came with the territory. “My darling girl, you are always more than welcome to sleep on my couch, it’s a wonderful couch, I have spent my fair share of nights sleeping on it,” she rambled, sitting down next to you and taking your hands in hers. “You’re hiding,” she told you softly, “What are you hiding from?”

Penelope reached out to you, sweeping a messy strand of hair behind your ear as her big, brown eyes looked at you sympathetically. The gesture and the way she was speaking to you nearly approached being sisterly. At the idea of developing a supplemental sororal relationship with the technical analyst, you pulled away from her. You shook your head, “I’m not hiding,” you told her simply, leaving her with a half-truth as you stood up and began folding the blanket that had kept you warm overnight.

Nodding incredulously, she looked up at you, “If your Luddite boyfriend is blowing up my phone, then something has to be going on.” Her tone was urgent, but she stayed seated, giving you an advantage.

“Nothing’s wrong, Pen,” you reassured her, shaking your head and shrugging simultaneously.

Her face filled with doubt, glancing over at your cellphone as it buzzed on the coffee table, Spencer’s contact flashing on the touchscreen as you ignored the call. “Why didn’t you tell him you were staying with me last night?”

Pressing your lips in a thin white line, you briefly considered coming clean. You envisioned the truth coming out of you in puddles, everything you had been holding close to your chest for the last month pouring out like alphabet soup, but Penelope didn’t deserve that burden. “I just forgot,” you told her, watching the screen go dark.

Spencer was a worrier by the influence of his environment. Adamantly against getting a new phone, he couldn’t see your location at any given moment. His first course of action was usually calling your sister before resorting to Penelope, who not only has your location on her phone but also has access to your location in the bureau database. It wasn’t a fault of his, members of the BAU did have a tendency to disappear in the dead of the night.

She urged you to call him back as her phone started going off, her shoulders slumping forward, a tell-tale sign that the BAU was being pulled in on a case. If you were lucky, you would be able to slip through the cracks, claiming to put all of your focus into the case so that you didn’t need to have an in-depth conversation with your boyfriend. Or your sister, for that matter.

“Where are we headed?” You asked, rolling up your sleeves and crossing your arms in front of your stomach.

Penelope frowned at the tiny screen in front of her, “Baltimore,” she said hesitantly, “Uh, we gotta go. I’ll drive? You can call Spencer on the way,” she suggested before bolting into the bathroom.

You ended up avoiding the call to Spencer yet again, claiming you’d see him at the office anyway, and instead opening yourself up to a barrage of questions.

Was there cheating? Are you pregnant? Were you pregnant? Did he propose? Did you say no? Did you say yes?

The two of you parted as she went to prepare files and you waltzed into the bullpen, clocking the vase of flowers on your desk immediately. They, of course, weren’t just flowers, but a carefully calculated decision made to try and get into your good graces. This was the fifth vase that had been delivered in the last month.

First, there were honeysuckles, a symbol of devoted affection. Red carnations told you that his heart ached for you. A bouquet of daisies because he truly loved you. Last week, white lilies were left on your desk, a symbol of pure love.

Now, a bunch of apple blossoms sat on your desk, telling you that he preferred you before anyone else. How poignant.

Your eyes burned as you looked around the bullpen, hoping he was around so you could return the flowers to him, but the only people you saw were Emily and Rossi, sequestered in her office in the middle of what seemed to be a tense discussion. Choosing to ignore the flowers, you walked over to your desk, tucking your go-bag underneath and starting to power up your computer.

“Hey, Y/N?” Emily called from her office, “Can you head to the file room and pull everything from the Lynch case?” She didn’t even wait for an answer before closing the door again.

Concerned, you turned around and started making your way to the file room. If Everett Lynch was back, that would explain the worried look on Penelope’s face when the case came in. Even more, that would explain why Emily and Rossi were hidden in her office. Every member of the team wanted to see Lynch locked up for what he’s done, but for Dave it was personal.

Opening the file room, you pulled open the drawer of active cases from the past three months, starting to strip the drawer of anything even remotely related to Everett Lynch. The revelation that Grace was his daughter took everyone by surprise, but Spencer still felt responsible for Luke getting knifed. You should talk to him about it, you thought to yourself, if he didn’t talk about it, he’d just continue to internalize it.

“I need to talk to you,” a voice said suddenly from behind you, jolting you away from your train of thought. Spinning on your heel, you looked at Spencer.

Alarmed, you huffed, “You scared me,” you informed him, clutching the files close to your chest as you studied his stature. He looked fine, his hair was a bit of a mess, but he was wearing the red cardigan that you had gotten him for Christmas last year. You didn’t even want to begin to consider the implications of his outfit choice.

He furrowed his brows at you, “I scared you? You disappeared last night without a word, and I scared you?” There wasn’t even a hint of anger in his voice, instead, his words dripped in sweet melancholy, and you couldn’t look away from him.

You thought about your sister, snatched from the nation’s capital in the middle of the night as vengeance for her work with the CIA. Spencer and Penelope, both taken from what should have been a secure FBI building by a cult that bore a decade-long grudge against the BAU. You had frightened him, probably tripping his overactive mind into believing you were destined to meet a similar fate – dying in a warehouse somewhere. Blinking absently, you shook your head at him, “I’m sorry,” you told him, and you meant it.

“You’re punishing me,” he accused, crossing his arms in front of his chest before quickly dropping them, being hypervigilant about his body language.

Skimming your tongue over the backs of your teeth nervously, you hesitantly met his gaze. He seemed to be convinced that you were punishing him for the events that had taken place last month, but you were inclined to believe that you were punishing yourself, he was caught in your crossfire. “It’s not a punishment, Spence,” you whispered, watching how his brown eyes shone under the fluorescent lights.

His shoulders dropped, disappointment plain on his face, “I missed you at the baby shower,” he confessed.

“Sprinkle,” you corrected.

“Semantics,” he retorted, and it almost brought a smile to your face.

You looked down at the files in your arms, not even realizing that you had been white-knuckling the classified information, “I was there,” you disputed. “I saw you. I brought the gift and put both of our names on it. What more could I have done?”

Rolling his eyes, he gave you a tilted look, “Standing together in the group photo would’ve been nice.”

In response, you straightened up your back, “Ah, you were too busy standing with my sister,” you quipped, bringing the conversation back to the root of the conflict.

“Will you come home tonight? Stay with me?” Your heart clenched at his question.

Hesitantly, you nodded, “I’ll be there,” you assured him, securing the last of the files before sneaking around him, skillfully avoiding the remainder of your team as you made your way to the roundtable room.

“I’m worried about Dave,” you whispered, looking at the other end of the couch at your boyfriend, the two of you dressed in pajamas, your old Georgetown sweatshirt frayed at the cuffs, but it remained your favorite.

The orange print of his Caltech t-shirt was peeling up on the edges, sometimes, at night, you’d pick at the emblem – it drove Spencer crazy, especially when he woke up in a pile of picked vinyl. His mug was carefully resting in his hands as the two of you had a nighttime cup of tea, something you used to do when you had just started dating, and that you decided to try to bring back – chamomile for you, lavender for him. “I talked to him tonight,” he told you, turning to face you, “He’s.. he’ll be fine. He has Krystall.”

And I have you, you thought to yourself, lifting your mug to your lips and taking a sip. Sometimes you felt special for getting this side of Spencer, the ratty college t-shirt and flannel pajama pants that he wore while lounging on the worn leather couch.

“Do you want to go to sleep?” He asked when you didn’t respond, leaning forward and setting his mug on the coffee table.

Shaking your head, you followed suit, setting your mug on a coaster next to his before crawling closer to him on the couch, taking him by surprise. “Not yet,” you whispered, sitting down next to him, relieved when he responded by putting an arm around you. “I’m not mad at you,” you told him, “I just needed time.”

His arm was warm and familiar over your shoulders, having the same effect as a weighted blanket, calming you down with a simple touch. “To think,” he said, “you keep saying that. Are you… do you need more time?”

You closed your eyes, leaning into him, “I don’t think so, but I’m,” you faltered, frowning, “I’m having a hard time talking to my sister.” It wasn’t a secret that there had been some sort of falling out between the Jareau sisters, but the reasoning behind the rift remained a mystery to most people.

“I am too,” he admitted, skimming his fingertips up and down your arm. “I keep recalling everything that happened, and I don’t fully understand how everything got so messed up.

Raising your eyebrows, you remained in the crook of his arm, “People say a lot of things with a gun to their head.”

What you hadn’t considered was that following her admission, your sister would avoid Spencer. When you decided to avoid both of them, you had no idea what you were taking from him. “What would your truth have been?”

“I’m afraid that everything surrounding me is destined to fall apart,” you admitted. “I was brought into my family in an attempt to rescue my parents’ marriage, but it didn’t work.” Your sister slit her wrists open when you were only four years old, but somehow your father had put her death on your shoulders. JJ left home as soon as she could, leaving you at twelve years old with your grief-stricken mother, who had spent the last several decades waiting for the day her daughters would all be reunited.

Spencer was quiet for a while before responding to you, “We should go to bed.”

He was probably right, the team was expected to be in early tomorrow morning. After leaving well past dark, the last thing you wanted to think about was going back in before the sun had a chance to rise. “Wait,” you said, “What’s your truth?”

Briefly, his eyes flickered, looking down the length of your body, “My truth is that I’m tired, we should go to sleep,” he told you, herding you toward your shared bedroom.

“Same time tomorrow?” You asked, walking through the bedroom and into the ensuite, grabbing your toothbrush off the counter.

Nodding, he leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to your temple, “I’ll be there.”

Maybe you should’ve taken it as a sign that you were unphased by the revelation of a crazy doctor with a fetish for skinning people. The world had strange ways of telling you that you needed to take a step back, for every sign you had been given, you took a step forward. That was how you ended up in the backseat of an SUV with your sister at the wheel and Spencer in the passenger seat.

Everett Lynch had invaded the BAU’s territory, coming in like an infestation in the district, and he was trying to break his daughter Grace out of jail. You heard through the phone that they were scrambling tactics, using the walkie-talkies in the U.S. Attorney building to prevent their own capture.

The car came to a screeching halt, and the three of you piled out, “There’s no time,” your sister said, looking around, “We’ll cover this one,” she informed Spencer, looking back at you as you adjusted the strap of your Kevlar.

“I’ll take the garage on Piedmont and 10th,” Spencer responded dutifully, nodding at the both of you before turning around and running to the parking garage two blocks over.

You and your sister started to make your way into the larger of the two parking garages, both of you pulling your firearms and pointing them down, keeping yourselves aware of your surroundings. There was movement in front of you, two bodies moving toward a white van with federal plates – the Lynch’s. “Everett Lynch,” you called out, “Drop your weapon and put your hands up, now!”

The man in front of you – the so-called Chameleon – scoffed in disbelief, “Take it easy. There’s no reason to gun down a daddy in front of his little girl, right?” You kept your Glock aimed at him, watching intently as he carefully set his gun on the ground. Sirens started going off in your head, a premonition of things to come.

“Alright,” JJ shouted, “Kick it over. Grace, you too. Drop your backpack and let me see your hands. Come on, now!”

Putting her hands up, Grace let her backpack fall to the ground in a heap of fabric, you kept your gun trained on them as JJ lunged to the side, reaching over to pick up Everett’s gun from the ground. “Grace!” You shouted, watching the girl bring her hands down as she reached for something, “Put your hands back up!”

It was a split-second decision, but you watched as Grace lifted that gun in her hands, and you jumped. You knocked your sister over as three shots rang through the air, the first one grazed her arm. The next two lodged themselves in your side as the two of you fell to the ground, your body rolling along the ground as the father-daughter duo loaded themselves in the van before driving off.

JJ grabbed her weapon and shot after them, hoping to blow out one of their tires or at the very least slow them down, but with only one good arm, her aim was off. She scrambled to her feet, “Come on, Y/N,” she huffed, not checking behind her before running out of the parking garage.

You wanted nothing more than to follow her. Being angry wasn’t worth it anymore, you couldn’t freeze out your older sister anymore. You tried to breathe, you tried to call after her, but when you opened your mouth, the only thing that came out was blood.

For your entire life, you had followed her. When asked what you wanted to be when you grew up, you’d tell them you wanted to be like your big sister. You wanted to follow her, but you couldn’t move.

You followed her from East Allegheny to Washington D.C. You had followed her into this very parking garage. Now, all you could think about was following Roslyn, bleeding out on the cold hard floor, alone.

“Y/N, what’s your location?” Spencer’s voice rang through your radio.

You had never been shot before. You had always thought it would be cold to be shot, but instead, your whole body felt like it had been set on fire.

“Y/N, do you copy?”

The wetness of the blood should have made it cold.

“Y/N?”

Your fire was slowly fading, the blaze that had gone up so quickly began to ebb as you stopped feeling anything at all. The tapping of shoes echoed through the parking garage as you lay on the cement.

“No,” that all too familiar voice said, “Y/N is down, she’s been hit. We need an ambulance now,” Spencer called into the radio, he was out of breath as he looked down at you.

He studied your appearance, clocking the entry wounds on your side and moving his fingers in an attempt to staunch the bleeding. An odd, choked noise escaped your throat as the pressure on your side stoked the fire.

Spencer’s fingers trembled even as he maintained pressure on your side, “I know, I’m sorry, I know it hurts.” He took a deep breath, “here, turn- turn your head,” he instructed gently, using his free hand to coax your face to the side. You choked and came to the horrifying realization that he was trying to stop you from aspirating on your own blood. “Get it all out, baby,” he cajoled as blood spurted from your mouth, “It’s okay. I’ve got you.”

That would have to be enough. It wasn’t enough for you to hope anymore. You had spent so long with the Anger and Resentment from your Pandora’s Box that you completely failed to notice how Hope had slipped through the cracks, lost in a sea of emotions.

“Do you hear that? That’s the ambulance,” he told you, an unspoken plea in his voice.

But you couldn’t hear the sirens, pretty soon, you couldn’t hear anything at all.

The EMTs had all kinds of things to say, none of them were even remotely comforting. The bullets had entered through the thin opening of your Kevlar, a sort of Achilles heel where you couldn’t be protected. He should have double-checked, he should have paused to adjust the straps before running to the other parking garage.

He watched the doctors shock you in the emergency room, looking on in horror as your heart stopped beating. “Are you her husband?” One of the nurses had asked.

Spencer’s mouth had gone completely dry, “I’m- almost,” he answered, earning a sympathetic look from the nurse as she proceeded to ask him questions about next of kin and extraordinary measures. One of the bullets had pierced your lungs, causing catastrophic bleeding.

The nurse guided him to a surgical waiting room, but no one came out to him with updates, leaving him to sit. Someone brought his go-bag by, letting him change into clothes that weren’t blood-soaked.

He sat in a pile of limbs on the hospital’s couch, picking at the crusted blood that he hadn’t quite managed to wash off, and he wondered if he could ask one of the nurses for a surgical scrub brush, wondering if that would get the last flecks of blood from the ridges of his fingernails.

“Spencer,” JJ called out, rushing through the hallway, Will trailing close behind her.

Her arm was wrapped with gauze, probably stitched up before someone told her what had happened to her little sister. “Hey,” Spencer said, standing up as they approached, wiping his clammy hands on his slacks.

JJ held her hands out, “What have you heard? Anything?”

“It’s gonna be a while,” he said, repeating the only words that he had been told. They had taken you to the OR an hour ago, and all they had to do was wait it out.

The clinical white walls of the hospital were enough to make Spencer stir crazy, when Will offered to get him a cup of coffee, he was almost aggressive in his rejection. The sunlight reflected off the drywall as your surgery continued to test his patience.

Eventually, your mother called JJ back, and your sister walked away in order to explain the situation under the guise of privacy, leaving Spencer alone. “Dr. Reid?” Someone said, maintaining the reverent tones of the hospital that were beginning to make him want to pull his hair out.

“Yes,” he said, standing up in front of the nurse.

The nurse gave him a gentle smile, and he braced himself for the worst. “Ms. Jareau is out of surgery,” she informed him.

You had been in there for nearly six hours. “She…” he faltered, “Can I see her?” He asked, looking past the nurse as if he could see all the way into your recovery room from where he stood.

Nodding, the nurse continued to smile at him, “I can take you to her now if you’d like. She’s still under sedation,” she advised, gesturing for Spencer to follow her through the winding hallways of the hospital.

“Is she going to be okay?” He asked, checking to make sure he had his phone in his pocket so he could text JJ if he needed to.

The nurse’s smile tightened, “We won’t be able to know if she’s sustained any neurological damage until she wakes up.”

He frowned slightly, bracing himself for an answer that he wouldn’t like, “Could she hear me if I talk to her?” He asked, stopping in his tracks as the nurse stopped outside of a room – your room.

“It’s unlikely,” the nurse answered.

That made sense to him, there weren’t any studies that could prove that people could hear external stimuli while comatose. At least, there wasn’t enough for the medical community to reach a consensus. “Thank you,” Spencer said, nodding at the nurse as she turned away, letting him know that the doctor would be by to talk to him soon.

Your skin was pallid, a sickly sheen covering your skin as tubes and wires worked together to monitor you and keep your body going. Spencer set your patient bag in the corner of the room before dragging a chair over to your bedside, cringing at the sound the chair made against the linoleum before taking a seat next to you.

The steady beeping of your heart monitor quickly became the only thing preventing him from falling apart entirely. “I’m so sorry,” he whispered, keeping his voice down so that no one else would hear him. “I keep going over it in my head and I don’t know how I didn’t realize you were missing sooner,” he spoke to your silent body, chest rising and falling with even breaths. “I’m so sorry,” he echoed, “You should’ve… you should’ve been my priority. Before Grace. Before Lynch. Before any of it.”

He inhaled shakily, glancing over at your vital monitor, taking comfort in the consistency of the numbers, “I should’ve put you first and now I- I can’t take it back,” he said, eyes burning with emotion. “I know things between the two of us have been kind of weird lately… ever since the pawn shop, I mean. I just,” he paused for a moment, giving himself grace, “I don’t know what to do with it. I don’t know if she meant it and if she did, what does that mean? When you didn’t bring it up after the wedding I didn’t either because I just didn’t know how to talk to you about it.”

Somewhere along the way, the two of you had gotten lost. In the midst of not talking about the pawn shop, you had stopped talking altogether. “Now, all of a sudden, none of it even matters. All that matters is that I need you to wake up because I need to have more time with you,” he sniffled, the first hot tears rolling down his cheeks. “I can’t imagine my life without you in it,” he whispered.

“Please don’t leave me,” he begged, thinking of all of those nights the two of you had stayed up talking about the future. Your dream wedding. Your children’s names. He needed it. More of it. More of you.

Mindful of you, he laid his arms on the armrest of your hospital bed, lowering his head and watching the consistent rise and fall of your chest, listening to the whistling of your nostrils as he waited for the doctor to come.

The doctor seemed confident that you would wake up, it was just a question of when. He sent JJ, who had gone home to change into fresh clothing, an update once the doctor left.

Every once in a while, your nose would twitch or your finger would tap on the hospital bedding, and he would allow himself to get his hopes up. It never lasted long, once the fluke ended, he went back to thinking about the situation realistically. You were still having blood transfused, there was a tube in your chest depositing fluids into a bag at your bedside, and even if you did wake up, there was a long road to recovery with an injury like this.

He was terrified that you’d wake up alone and in excruciating pain, so he refused to move, having any paperwork brought directly to him in your room. Nearly every fifteen minutes, he smoothed out the blanket that rested on top of you, careful when putting his hands near your body, even though you couldn’t tell whether or not your blanket was wrinkled. Spencer thought of it as tucking you in, keeping you safe, but he couldn’t help but wonder if it was too little too late.

You didn’t make it to the beach as often as you’d like. Spencer hated the beach, and you weren’t interested in swimming in the ocean so much as you wanted to go and people-watch. Families on vacation. Marriage proposals.

The first time you had ever gone to the ocean, you were three years old. JJ and Roslyn hadn’t been in years, but it was all new to you. JJ wanted to bring you to the water, and Roslyn hadn’t even wanted to go on the trip. The water hadn’t scared you then, the endless abyss of blue had seemed more inviting than anything you had ever seen before.

Now, you lay on the sand, all of it cold beneath your skin, the rest of the beach seemingly abandoned. Try as you might, you couldn’t move anything. You wanted to lift your arm to brush hair out of your face. You wanted to sit up. You wanted to go home.

You couldn’t even see the water from where you lay, you opened your mouth, hoping to call for help, but were surprised when the only thing that came out of your mouth was a dark, black sludge. It spurted from your mouth as it ran down your cheeks, staining the white sand of the beach beneath you. You were drowning on dry land, and there was nothing you could do.

Nothing but open your eyes.

The ominous white sky of the beach turned into white walls, as you fluttered your eyes open, the ocean made way for you, parting so that you could return to yourself. Laid in a hospital bed, trying to remember how to breathe, and meeting Spencer’s stare.

“Hi love,” he whispered, gently placing one hand on top of yours, drawing circles on the back of your hand with the pad of his thumb, careful not to knock your pulse oximeter off.

Your brows pinched together as you looked over at him, he looked tired, waiting for you to say something. Your chest felt tight as you looked at him, hundreds of thoughts bubbling to the surface, but only one bubble popped, “I had a nightmare.”

Spencer nodded slowly, messy curls falling over his forehead, “It’s okay, angel. You’re awake now. It can’t hurt you.”

It can’t hurt you. It can’t hurt you. It can’t hurt you.

You watched as Spencer reached over and pushed the call button on your bed. Each moment you spent awake became increasingly painful, signified by the slow rise of your heart rate, the pain only exacerbated when your breathing quickened. Alarm grew, “Shh, hey,” Spencer consoled you, reaching his hand out and smoothing your hair back, looking to the door and hoping someone would come in and help you.

They did, pushing pain medications through your IV and watching your heart rate stabilize before giving you something to help you calm down. Spencer probably knew what they all were, making mental notes to keep track of everything as he kept his hand in yours. Your pain level dwindled from a nine to a six, leveling out in the middle ground.

You settled back into the pillows, cringing as a nurse moved your bed so that you were sitting up slightly, nodding softly at the things that she told you about rest. She checked your vitals, before leaving the two of you alone, silence swirling around the two of you as you constructed a bubble to keep yourselves warm.

“I should’ve found you sooner,” he whispered, looking over at you, a distressed look in his eyes.

Moving at a turtle’s pace, you shook your head, “You saved my life.”

It’s okay. I’ve got you, he had told you in the parking garage, and he did. He still had you, even now. If they had let him, Spencer might’ve waited for you outside the operating room, just to be in the vicinity of you.

“Don’t go anywhere,” you murmured, eyes opening and closing slowly. Your eyelids felt sticky like there was still tape residue on them from your operation, but you didn’t dare move. You didn’t dare agitate any wound on your body. “Is JJ okay?” You asked, your voice tight. Checking in on your sister took all of your strength.

Spencer kept his hand in yours, moving his free hand to wipe at tears that had spilled over your lower lashline. “She’s fine, just a graze,” he reassured you, “I’ll call her when you go back to sleep.”

You swallowed thickly, wondering if you were allowed to have any water, “I missed you,” you breathed, fighting to keep your eyes open. “I wanna talk to you,” you sniffled.

“You should sleep, my sweet girl,” he answered, not wanting you to get into a hefty conversation in your condition. “We have all the time in the world to talk when you wake up.”

Except you didn’t. You had thought there was time for you to be angry, but then you had been shot. As much as you hated the idea of being someone who had a near-death experience and suddenly let bygones be bygones, alienating those close to you seemed exhausting. You took a deep breath, thankful for the nasal cannula on your face, “I’ve been so distant,” you admitted.

Spencer hesitated, not sure if you needed to get into this while so vulnerable, “I don’t know if she meant it,” he breathed.

“I don’t need to know,” you told him, surprising yourself as much as him with your admission. “JJ is… She’s one of the most important people in my life, but so are you. Maybe even more so.”

He frowned, “You can’t possibly mean that.”

You closed your eyes for a few seconds before opening them again, “JJ’s my sister, we share the same family, but I chose you, Spence. I will continue to do so,” you told him, deciding against adding until the day that I die. Watching him as he looked at you with tear-filled eyes, “Oh,” you sighed, “please don’t cry. I never meant to hurt you.”

Waving off your concern, he wiped at his eyes before taking one of your hands in both of his, “I love you so much, but I don’t want you to forget your anger.”

“Huh?” You hummed groggily.

“You’ve been mad for months,” he whispered, the strokes of his thumb on the back of your hand putting you to sleep. “It doesn’t need to fade away in the blink of an eye.”

You let your eyes slip shut once again, “I’ll still give you a hard time.”

He laughed slightly at that, “Good.”

“Spence?” You breathed.

“Yeah, baby?”

Humming, you settled back into the bed, “I don’t think I’ll be able to make our tea date tonight.”

When you woke up again, a familiar blonde was sitting at the foot of your bed, hunched in a plastic hospital chair while Spencer remained at your bedside, hands still intertwined, but sweaty now. “Jennifer,” he said, getting the attention of your sister.

She jumped up from the chair and sat on the edge of your bed, in your periphery, you saw Spencer retreat, ambling into the hallway to talk to Emily. Letting him go, you turned your attention to your sister, “Hey, Jayg,” you greeted, words coming easier now than they did before, the swelling of your throat had gone down.

Her finely chiseled eyebrows pinched together on her face, “I thought you were right behind me,” she admitted miserably, looking at your torso.

“It’s alright now, though,” you tried to reassure her. You had lost half of your blood volume, much of it on the parking garage floor, but you were here now, that had to mean something.

She shook her head in abject self-disappointment, “I should have protected you,” she insisted, scrunching up her nose as she fought back tears.

You were too tired to fight emotions, water falling from your tear ducts as the two of you tried to mend what had previously been torn apart. “You don’t need to protect me,” you insisted. The decision to take the hit had been entirely your own, driven by a need to protect her.

“I always have though,” she reminded you, “When Roz died, dad left, and mom checked out, I took care of you.”

When you were a child, you thought that having your pre-teen sister do everything for you was the way things worked. It didn’t last long, things unraveled from there, but you always had JJ. “I’m all grown up now,” you reminded her. You didn’t need her protection in your early thirties in the same way you needed them as a child.

JJ took a shaky breath, cupping your cheek with her hand affectionately, the way a mother would to their child, “You’re always going to be my little sister.”

You looked at her, seven years your senior, and you sighed, “Do you know why I did it?” You asked her, studying the sad look in her eyes.

She smoothed your hair back, grabbed a cup of water from your bedside, and brought the straw to your lips, “Why, Ducky?”

The childhood nickname chimed in your ears, one of the only things that you retained from your eldest sister. You smiled at her, “Your boys.” The answer came easily to you, “You have Will and your tiny people, and I just thought�� I couldn’t let you leave them.”

“But I almost lost you,” she countered, it wasn’t aggressive, it was almost like she was trying to make you see the value in your own life. The people in your life didn’t make you valuable, you had value as an individual.

Shrugging, you looked at her sympathetically, “Nope,” you said, popping the ‘p’, “You’re stuck with me.”

She gave you a sisterly, knowing look, “Your heart stopped. Twice.”

You concurred, “Yeah, because you’re just that stuck with me.” You insisted, watching as Spencer answered a phone call in the hallway. “Did you call them?” You asked her, giving her a quick glance as you craned your neck to keep an eye on your boyfriend.

“Mom’s on a flight in tomorrow morning, but dad hasn’t responded to my voicemail,” she informed you, she didn’t look surprised, and you didn’t feel it.

Where your father was concerned, some things were better left unsaid, but you wouldn’t necessarily mind if he never responded to your sister’s calls. There was no reason to drag him and his new wife from their cushy life in Florida. Spencer reentered the room as JJ’s phone started ringing – Will – and the two of them traded off, amicably splitting time with you.

Greeting him with a content smile on your face, he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your hairline, “I have to go,” he told you reluctantly.

You tried not to let any disappointment show on your face, “Why? What’s wrong?” You asked, studying his face for any sign of what his phone call had been about.

“That was Brookfield on the phone,” Spencer said, checking all of the monitors that surrounded you.

The grim look on his face made sense to you. Moving his mother into Brookfield had been the right choice for everyone, but her condition was never going to get better. Last time he had gone to visit, Diana hadn’t even recognized him, and you spent the rest of the day holding him, letting him know it was alright. “You have to go,” you echoed his earlier sentiment, nodding reassuringly.

He hesitated to leave you, sitting on the edge of your bed that had been previously occupied by your sister, “But you- you’re…”

You shook your head in dismissal, “Sometimes everything happens all at once, but you have to go.” If Brookfield was telling him to get down there, then he needed to go.

The next several hours passed slowly, Emily gave you an update on the case – the reader’s digest version, avoiding any gnarly details in an attempt to protect you. Will brought you and JJ dinner, eating the meal with them and your nephews, you were grateful to not have to eat the hospital cafeteria food. Slowly, the day came to an end, you sent JJ home when visiting hours ended, letting her know that you didn’t need to be protected while you were in a hospital.

You fell asleep not long after one of your nurses lowered the volume on your vital monitor, the dark peace of the hospital lulling you into a sense of safety. There hadn’t been word from Spencer, and you worried about him and his mother.

A tapping sound dragged you from what was thankfully a dreamless sleep, you recognized the sound of the footsteps, those shoes made a similar sound on the hardwood floor of your apartment, “You’re noisy when you wear your fancy shoes,” you mumbled drowsily, opening your tired eyes and tilting your head in the direction of the sound.

“Hey,” Spencer whispered, “Go back to sleep,” he told you gently, slowly making his way around your hospital bed and to the fold-out chair next to your bed.

You hummed, following him with your eyes as they adjusted in the dark, “No, you woke me up. Now you have to talk to me,” you told him, reaching over to switch on a lamp, cringing at the way the light burned your eyes.

Unprompted, he inspected your vital monitor before reaching out to adjust your nasal cannula, “Where’s JJ?” He asked, cupping your cheek affectionately before taking his seat.

Reaching out for your cup of water, you smiled to yourself when Spencer moved it closer to you, “I made her go home. Our mom will be here in the morning, and she’ll need all the rest she can get.” There was also the fact that Michael had been freaked out by seeing you in a hospital, so he needed some extra love from his parents tonight. “Wait,” you said, “How did you get in here? Visiting hours are over.”

“I might have told a small lie about you needing security,” he admitted sheepishly, but beneath it, he was smug. You didn’t fault him on it, you probably wanted him here just as much as he wanted to be here, if not more.

Smiling in the dim lamplight, you inclined your head toward him, “Did you misrepresent the bureau?”

He rolled his eyes, “I’d do it again if it meant I get to spend the night with you.” Helping you put your water cup back on your tray, Spencer took your hand in his, “How are you doing?”

You were exhausted, not in the sense that you wanted to sleep, although that probably couldn’t hurt, but in the sense that your entire body ached. There was a pinch in your side that wouldn’t ease up, and you didn’t feel comfortable with asking for more pain medication. Part of you was afraid that in the process of being shot, you developed a fear of drowning. You almost died today. Huge strides had been made in an attempt to repair your relationship with Spencer and with your sister. None of these thoughts escaped your lips, you just looked at him sympathetically, “How’s your mom?”

All he gave you was a tight smile, squeezing your hand tightly, “She’s ah… she’s alright,” he told you, your chest tightening at the emotion in his voice. “They’re calling it an awakening,” he continued, sounding unsure of himself.

“Terminal lucidity,” you breathed, a term you had only read about briefly when Diana was first diagnosed. The two of you had made many cross-country calls, trading information while Spencer stayed with her in Las Vegas.

He nodded, “Yeah… they don’t know how long it…”

How long she had left. How long she would remain lucid. “Are you okay?”

“No,” he answered quickly, too quickly for your liking.

You wiggled your fingers in his hand, getting his attention, “I want you to go back tomorrow,” you ordered him. It wasn’t something you were willing to budge on, insisting that he go back to Brookfield tomorrow to spend more time with his mother.

“She asked about you,” he admitted, leaning back in the chair, keeping your hands intertwined, “She wondered why we never got married. I told her it was never the right time. Do you know what she said to that?”

Watching intently as he shared the story with you, you shook your head, “What did she say?”

He chuckled lightly, “She said that might’ve been the most ridiculous thing she’s ever heard me say.”

You smiled as he recounted the story for you, mimicking the hand gestures that you were sure his mother had used. “Obviously she’s never seen your Dirty Harry impression,” you reminded him, trying not to giggle at the memory.

“The right time will never come if we keep waiting around for it,” he told you, reciting the words of wisdom that his mother had imparted upon him.

Your breathing hitched in the dark of the night, “Spence?”

He nodded, “Yeah, baby?”

“Are you going to ask me to marry you?” You asked him hesitantly, wondering if that was what he was getting at.

Spencer shook his head, “Not tonight, angel.” He looked around the hospital room, cards and balloons and flowers had made their way in through the afternoon and evening. Penelope had even brought your apple blossoms from your desk. His flower language seemed so inconsequential now. “Go to sleep,” he whispered, “I’m sorry for waking you.”

“Will you tell me a story?” You whispered, settling yourself back into the flat hospital pillows, resigning yourself to the end of the marriage conversation.

He hummed, dimming the lamplight, “Which one?” There were a few stories that he had memorized specifically for you. When work or life or nightmares got to be too much, he would recall them for you.

“Can we do Portrait of a Lady again?” You raised your eyebrows, smiling impishly.

He rolled his eyes sardonically, “Your love for Henry James should be studied in a lab.”

You waved him off, “Okay, and? It’s story time.”

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This is probably asking for much more than you already do and considering the dreaming of you prompt are mainly one shots for characters totally understand if you don’t do this but would you consider writing a pt2 or at least an ending for katakuri’s one. Recently read it, love it, can’t stop, thinking about it

Please🥺

I got you, anon. I wanted to have them see each other, at least. He didn't get to talk with them like the others in his NSFW fic prior, and I wanted him to have a happy ending. You're making me work today!

Elegia

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Word Count: 970+

Synopsis: After the events of Elegia with Tot Musica and Uta, you awaken to the looming figure of Katakuri standing above you. You apologise for the events that transpired, asking forgiveness for putting his siblings in danger, and only have respect meet you in your wake.

Themes: Katakuri x afab!reader, sfw, feelings, fluff, mentions of battle, mutual respect, mutual pining. Part 2 for Dreaming of You (NSFW) Here, One-Piece RED fic.

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Waking up alone and isolated from your crew was not the way you anticipated your time in Elegia to conclude. A vicious battle between the demonic presence of Tot Musica, under the command of the siren-song of Uta, was not what you envisioned for your getaway. If you knew this is what awaited you, you would have especially taken more consideration in inviting your new friend Brûlée along with you to the island. 

Looking to your side, you noticed her form remained unmoving and unconscious as you stirred from your position lying in the grass. You immediately crawled over to her, your lethargy weighing you down and prompting your movements to be slow and staggered. 

Just before you managed to reach her, you felt a presence behind you and a large hand placed on your shoulder. You slowly winced up, your mind in a haze as you turned your gaze towards the presence. 

Charlotte Katakuri crouched down beside you and looked at his unconscious siblings just beyond you with an unreadable expression in his eyes. In his mind's eye, and in your own, you were all engaged in a vicious battle to take down the entity in perfect unison: you within the dream-land from the sing-sing fruit, and the reality combated by him externally with the Red-Hair pirates. 

You felt him in your eyes, and he felt you in his; both your observation Haki working in perfect synchrony to take down the demon and save the civilians and marines only there to enjoy Uta’s music. He placed a little more pressure on your shoulders, pinching the muscle beneath his wide fingertips. In unison, you spoke immediately in a hurried tone. 

“I’m so sorry, lord Charlotte,” you bowed your head and began to utter your sincere apologies to him, “If I knew this is what was waiting for us when I invited Brûlée here to the concert with me, I never would’ve-,” you started your hurried apology, only stopping when you focussed on his words.

“-I have never experienced fighting alongside such a skilled Haki user before. Observation and armament alike, you are truly a revered warrior,” he complimented you, shifting his grip on your shoulder to caress your cheek with his large hands. “Your grace on the battlefield and protection over my family did not go unnoticed here.” 

Your breath hitched, darting your eyes between his before looking down to the bodies of his unconscious siblings. Shaking your head away from his grip, you slowly sink to your knees and bow your head to him further. 

“I deserve no such praise, my lord,” you admit to him with a soft quiver in your tone and your mind racing with the aftershocks of adrenaline, “This is the second time your sister Brûlée has been injured because of me, and Oven did not fare much better.” Katakuri collected your chin beneath his fingers and angled your face up to gaze into his eyes. 

“They are unscathed,” he searched within your expression and thumbed over the apple of your cheek, “And they are unharmed physically.” He leaned forward and lowered himself down from his crouched position to kneel in front of you. “I am grateful for your friendship with my sister, please do not ever apologize to me for it.” 

A weight lifted off your shoulders as you darted your eyes between his, feeling something within his orbs suppressed below the surface. You dart your eyes down to the fur shroud covering his lips before returning to gaze up into his hazel-colored orbs. 

“Thank you, lord Charlotte,” you hang your head once more, choosing to honor him further with a low bow. He chased your gaze by lowering his head and angling his chin down, the shroud loosening over his lips and revealing a soft, toothy smile. 

“Please call me by my name,” he smiled further, both of you not noticing the two other Charlotte siblings stirring beside you and glancing up at you. You sighed, a small and shy smile rising to your lips, as you looked down to view his sharpened teeth and eel-like jaw. A soft rosy blush of shame and embarrassment grew on his cheeks as he noticed your gaze down on his lips. 

Wincing away, he retracted his hand and attempted to relift his shroud back over his lips, halting when he felt your gentle hand reach forward. You looked between his eyes, slowly adding a soft amount of pressure on his hand and softly urging him to reveal his face to you once more. 

“Would…” you began, searching his now revealed face with more purpose and a soft flush rising to your nose, ears and cheeks, “...Would you like to stay with me a while, Katakuri? Just until your siblings regain consciousness?” Katakuri looked beyond you to where Brûlée and Oven were looking at him, immediately falling to their backs and closing their eyes to feign unconsciousness. 

He smiled a soft, knowing smile and leaned forward, prompting your hand to raise from his hand up to cup his cheek. 

“I would like that very much,” he whispered your name, pressing his forehead to yours and closing his eyes upon impact. 

The connection between you was strong and powerful, short sparks of ignition tingling between the press of his head and the flames of new beginnings rising in your heart. You both raised soft smiles in unison, in view of his ‘sleeping’ siblings, and your crew now catching up with you in your place on the island. 

Katakuri now knew it was not only a possibility to have his dreams potentially become a reality with armament haki, but you may feel affection for him as he did feel for you. Breathing each other's air and holding one another close, you felt at peace and hopeful of what new beginning these sparks meant for the both of you.

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Hi, I have a request. I was hoping if you can do a one-shot or short story of Alastor x reader with telekinetic powers that's similar to Carrie White? It can be romantic or platonic, which ever fits better is up to you.

It can go something like this; the reader fell into hell because they did something really bad with their newborn powers, and it was during extermination day. When the exorcist angels were going to kill the reader, they use their TK powers to defend themselves against the angels and manage to kill one before getting away from them. This was caught on news and immediately caught the attention of all the sinners in hell to see the reader has telekinetic powers and manages to fight off the angels. This even caught the attention of all the overlords, including the three Vee's, the Hazbin Hotel crew and Alastor.

That was honestly all I got 😅, I'm sorry if it sounds confusing, but I was hoping you can do something like that, if that's OK with you, because your work is very amazing to read.

Welcome to Hell! - Alastor x reader

Helloo!! I’ve decided to keep this as a one-shot for now since I want to focus on finishing my ongoing stories. However, if inspiration strikes, I might dive deeper into this idea in the future! In the meantime, it was a wonderful request, and I hope you enjoy it! ❤️ A/N: I was supposed to post this tomorrow but I accidentaly clicked post instead of schedule so... here you have it. Warning: Not proofread!

Words: ~2300 TW: none.

Your hands were shaking.

What had you done?

Your heart was racing, your breathing erratic.

You’ve killed someone again.

You only wanted to protect yourself… you always had!

You're a monster.

The golden blood splattered all over you, all over the ground, awakening memories. It happened so fast, so quickly that you still believed it was all a dream. They attacked you, didn't they? It wasn't your fault. You just wanted to survive. Doesn't everyone?

What was this place? Why is everyone so panicked? Why are these beings attacking you?

The sound of a bell rang across the strange city you woke up in, the weird beings flying in the sky. The streets echoed in screams and cries, grunts of pain and suffering sending shivers down your spine.

Once the panic subsided, creatures surrounded you, whispering and watching with wide eyes.

"You... You killed an exorcist?" one of them asked.

"What?" you couldn't understand. What was happening? Was this a joke?

"We're gonna die!" another screamed.

"What? No, I-" You tried to protect yourself, but fear overwhelmed you. You noticed them approaching you, your eyes falling on a nearby wrecked car.

A loud noise echoed as the car blasted through the crowd, giving you a chance to escape. Corpses of these things surrounded you, and blood splattered all over the streets. What was this place? What happened here?

You felt threatened, like prey running from unknown hunters in unfamiliar territory. What was happening? Were you dreaming?

Am I dead?

"Welcome back to 666 News, the premiere station for all things Hell! I'm Katie Killjoy with today's top stories!" Katie's voice echoed through the TV in the hotel's lobby, mere moments after Extermination Day was over.

"Extermination day has just ended, and as usual, demon parts and blood litter the streets of Hell, as clean-up crews get to work."

Charlie watched the news, Vaggie's hand slowly caressing her shoulder. "You want me to change it?" she asked her.

"No... I need to know the damage..." Charlie said, sighing, clearly distressed about her people getting killed once again. Vaggie hugged her tightly, knowing how painful it must be. She'd erase that smile on Katie's face if she could - always so happy to announce the death of other Sinners every year.

"But the news doesn't end there! As it turns out, a newcomer has been reported for recently killing an Angel - using telekinesis, no less!"

They both watched with wide eyes, as Husker joined, his curiosity getting the best of him too. The images of you blasting a car through the car appeared on the screen, screams of people echoing through it.

"Holy shit!" Vaggie said, not quite believing what she was seeing. "They must be confused."

"And what a hell of a start..." Husker said, not phased by the events.

The doors of the hotel burst open, Angel frantically looked around as he tried to catch his breath. "We... We need- Oh, shit..." he tried to say, but running as fast as he could all the way there surely took a toll on him.

"Angel, what happened?" Charlie asked.

He took a deep breath, trying to let the words come out. "We need to take that sinner... I've heard Vox and Valentino talk... They want them!"

"No! If The Vees have them, especially with that power..." Charlie said, worry on her face. It would've been a catastrophe. Having someone like you, powerful and confused controlled by The Vees... It couldn't happen.

A laugh echoed in the room, as everyone's attention shifted. Alastor appeared in the room, shadows emerging everywhere, the smirk on his face wider than usual. He clearly heard what happened, lurking in silence for the perfect time to make his presence known.

"My, my... What an interesting little situation we've managed to find ourselves in! It seems our new arrival has made quite the impression." he said, excitement filling his tone.

"Alastor, you need to help us-" Charlie pleaded, only to be cut off by Vaggie.

"Hold on, Charlie... I don't think Alastor is the best to handle this situation."

"Let me disagree, my dear!" Alastor intervened quickly, stepping closer to them. "I think my skills in... persuasion must be of good help, don't you agree?"

"Manipulation, you mean," Vaggie said harshly, making his eye twitch a bit.

"Ah, that's such a negative word, my dear... I think my term is a little bit more friendly, hmm?" He pushed her aside, wrapping his arm around Charlie's shoulder. "Now my dearest Charlie, let's think about this for a moment, shall we?"

"Charlie, no!"

Charlie fiddled for a moment, thinking about it, but as much as she hated to disagree with Vaggie, Alastor was right... He always managed to convince people to do different things, and right now, having the newcomer come to the hotel was all that mattered. She sighed, turning to face Vaggie. "I think we should let Alastor try..."

A small chuckle escaped Alastor's lips, his smile growing even wider as he heard Charlie's words. "Excellent choice, my dear Charlie! I promise not to disappoint you!" He clasped his hands together, his eyes sparkling happily as he was clearly enjoying this.

"Ugh, fine..." Vaggie groaned. "But if you fuck up"

"No need for threats, my dear! I assure you there's no need for you to worry!" his eyes turned to Angel, a glim of mischief into them. "Now, where do I find this little dearie of ours?"

You walked the halls of the huge building that the demon took you, still shivering from the... unconventional way you were brought there.

"Ah, I truly apologize for my assistant's... way of bringing you here." The TV demon, who presented himself as Vox, said, resting his arm on the small of your back as he guided you from one corridor to another. "I specifically told them that shoving people in that... black van is surely not the best idea." he laughed a bit nervously.

Your heart was beating so fast, a knot in your stomach as you didn't know what to expect. You took a moment to gather your thoughts, confusion still washing over you.

"Am I in Hell?" you asked, things starting to make sense.

"Yes, you're unfortunately in Hell darlin'," he answered, his voice smooth and almost melodic. You weren't surprised to be here, not after what you've done. Not after how many people you've hurt. "But don't worry, you're safe here with me." He chuckled a bit, his clawed hand brushing slightly on your back. "Now, I don't want to pressure you into anything, but I do look forward to finding out more about you. I think we could really help each other."

"I guess..." you said, realising it was better than roaming around this strange city without knowing anything.

Your eyes fell on your reflection whenever you would pass the big windows. You didn't look much different from your human self, but you seemed to resemble a rabbit, rather than anything else. A reminder that you'll always be what you've been your whole life - a prey, something meant to run and hide, in order to survive.

Vox eyed you closely, humming to himself as a smirk slowly formed on his screen. "Looks like you've figured out what you are," he said, his arm still resting on your back. "A rabbit, huh? Cute."

You blushed at his words, trying to hide your face. You felt so cornered right now, so vulnerable to him, not knowing if he was really going to protect you or give you a much worse fate.

"No need to be so shy, doll," he teased lightly, his arm gently tightening his grip around you. "I promise you're safe here. You're under my protection now, after all."

You watched as he unlocked a door, keeping it open for you. You swirled inside, taking in the huge apartment, looking rather luxurious. Vox followed you, shutting the door behind him. The apartment was lavish and spacious, with large windows at the end of the room, and the city lights glowing underneath it.

"Welcome to your new home," he said, his voice slightly echoing through the empty space. "Make yourself comfortable."

"Is this all mine?" you asked, still not believing.

"Yes, darlin', everything in this apartment is yours," he answered, watching as you looked around in wonder. "Consider yourself lucky. Not everyone in Hell gets to have a place like this." He stepped a bit closer, pride lingering inside of him as he watched your reaction. "Velvette will take care of your attire while you're here, so really no need to worry about anything."

You turned to face him, a bit puzzled by this entire situation. "Why are you helping me?"

Vox’s smile widened as he leaned casually against the wall, arms crossed. "I'm a businessman, sweetheart," he said, his tone almost playful. "And I always have an eye out for potential investments. As for you..."

He walked toward you, striding over to you. He slowly trailed a finger along your chin, making you look up at him. "You're something... special. I couldn't let such a precious little thing get lost in this shithole of a city."

Your cheeks burned. You weren't used to being treated with such kindness, a warm feeling settling in your soul. He looked at the watch on his wrist, his eyebrows furrowing in frustration. "Ugh, have a meeting to attend to," he explained, moving away from you. "Settle in and think about my offer!"

"What about Valentino?" you asked, recalling the man you’d encountered upon your arrival, unbeknownst to Vox.

"What about Valentino?" He repeated, chuckling nervously.

"He said he has an offer for me too..."

You watched him sigh, his screen glitching slightly. "Just... don't. Ok?" You nodded, not sure if you should ask more questions or just keep quiet. Vox left, leaving you alone in your thoughts, a lingering sensation of loneliness filling your soul once again.

You walked around a bit, looking at how neat and beautiful everything seemed. You didn't expect to be like this and you surely didn't expect to be met with kindness, not here at least. With small steps, you took in the sight of the city. Was this how you were going to spend eternity? Was this all real?

"Impressive." a voice echoed behind you, making you jump. Your heartbeat quickened as you watched a demon that resembled a deer stand in front of you, his eyes fixed on your figure. "I have to admit, Vox really outdone himself with this one."

"Who are you?" you asked, your voice coming out more weak than you expected. Your ears flattened against your head, as you tried to distance yourself from the stranger, only to be met with the cold glass.

"Quite the frightened little bunny, aren't you?" he teased, a low chuckle echoing in your ears as static accompanied his voice. "My name is Alastor, it's a pleasure to meet you."

You just stood there frightened. In a moment, you made a lamp fly towards him, a frail attempt to protect yourself without making a big mess again. But just mere moments before hitting him, the lamp disappeared into a portal, nowhere to be seen anymore.

He chuckled, taking another step closer, almost towering over you. Alastor watched you from head to toe, clearly evaluating the situation and you. "Very interesting."

"I... Are you Vox's assistant?" you asked, feeling cornered by the deer demon.

He raised an eyebrow at your question, letting out a huff. "Well, of course not, my dear. I am actually here to make an offer." he crouched down to your level, his smile sending shivers down your spine. "You made quite a show for your first day... Those powers of yours..." he seemed almost lost in his thoughts, the possibilities you might offer pleasing him, but first, he had to make you leave Vox. "I know a place where you'll be safe, my dear. And perhaps..." he paused a bit, your ears perking up a bit in curiosity. "... perhaps even leave this place forever..."

Your face lit up for a moment. "Leave... Could I leave Hell?"

"Well, of course!" he said, getting up, his tone cheerful once again. "Is that something that you'd want?" You thought for a moment - you didn't think it was fair for you to end up in Hell... all you did was protect yourself, but... having the chance to go to Heaven? He smiled at your hesitation. "I take that you'd be interested, hmm?" he offered you his hand, helping you get back up.

"But... What about Vox?"

"Oh, don't worry about him. He just wants to use you to his advantage, dear. I can actually help you!" The static in his voice grew slightly when he spoke.

"How can I trust you?" you asked, making him sigh at the question, clearly frustrated by your questions.

"How about a deal, my dear, hm?"

"A deal?"

"Well, yes. I always respect my deals! You come with me and I guarantee you that one day, you will go to Heaven." he raised his hand, green flames engulfing it as you looked at it. "What would it be?"

"The fuck you mean she left?!" Vox asked, slamming the door to the apartment open.

"I told you, Vox! I came in, and she was gone!" Velvette protested. "I told you we can't trust the bitch!"

Vox walked around the apartment, his screen glitching from time to time. He was so angry, it felt like he was about to crash. "Ok, ok.... We can find her..." he tried to calm himself down, but his eyes fell on a little piece of paper on the counter. He quickly grabbed it and as soon as he read it, his screen almost overheated and froze.

"Maybe you should try harder than that, old pal."

"Um... Vox?" Velvette asked, a bit afraid he might have a short circuit again.

"I'm... gonna... kill... that fucker..."

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Make up sex, Jay

"Stop treating me like a child!" You cry out, storming to the bathroom. Slamming the door shut, you locked it.

"B-baby" Jay tries to chase after you, only to be met with a slammed door.

Your relationship with Jay felt like it was coming to an end. Sure he cared for you but you felt like his child, he never allowed you to clean, cook or drive. You felt useless in society. Taping on the door, you silence your sniffles as Jay tries to apologise.

"Y/N.....I'm sorry....I love you I really do but I didn't know you felt like that.....You didn't tell me baby" His forehead meets the door. He fucked up. He should have seen the signs. Back against the door, hiccups and sniffles are heard.

"Please....Please don't cry, I'm really sorry I mean it" Jay didn't know what to do, if he had been treating you like a child, how could he comfort you?

"go away..." You horse voice is heard. Not wanting to give up, he makes one final stand.

"Let me make it up to you okay? Let me love you Y/N" You stay silent, slightly shuffling. God...you wanted him to love you. Fighting with you inner demons, you rise up from the cold bathroom tiles, hands shaking as you unlock the door. Hearing the doorknob turn, Jay quickly walks to you, kneeling his head down to envelop you in a kiss.

"Let me love you baby" Jay breaths, lips crashing onto yours, tasting your own tears, he hated when you fought. Nodding your head, still entangled in the kiss, you stumbled over to the bed. Breaking from the kiss, Jay threw his clothes off, you followed.

" 'm sorry" Lips trailing down your collar bone, he decorates your chest small kisses and Hickie's. Saliva glistens on your chest.

"I need you" You pipe up, back arching as he lips came dangerously down to your unclothed heat. Jay smiled, he loved when you were needy back.

Wasting no time, Jay's lips latch onto your clit, sucking harshly. Fast whines awaken from you as you struggle to keep up with his lips. Nose prodding at your entrance, your pussy quickly became soaking. Pulling his lips away from your mouth, his chin shined with your arousal. Naked himself, he pumped his cock, ready to love you.

In no rush, he slowly enters your aching cunt. Feeling you squeeze around him, he resisted from fucking you hard. Crawling over more of your body, his kissed you deeply as he slowly thrusted inside you.

"I love you so much" He pants, hips thrusting in you faster.

"P-please" You cry out, you didn't want his forgiveness anymore, you wated his cock. Not needing it twice, his hips jackhammer against yours, desperate on cuming.

"Don't wanna lose this, don't wanna lose you" He breathes out, cock slipping in and out of your warmth. Feeling his cock prod at your walls, you hated your fights.

"Don't wanna fight anymore" You moan out, hands gripping the back of his neck, forcing his forehead to touch yours. You latch your lips onto his, swallowing his low moans. Air supply running low, your kisses became more needy, not wanting to stray from one another.

"Promis me" He begins, hips speeding up into your core, cursing as you swallowed his whole length.

"You'll tell me everything" Jay loved you, he loved fucking you but make up sex....felt sombre. Nodding your head, you pulled your head away from his, panting hard you kept yourself from cuming.

"J-jay" You whine out, feeling you stomach tighten, feeling your eyes haze. Giving you a few deep thrusts, he released deep inside you. Feeling his warm fluids flood your pussy, you came.

"Fuck" Jay cursed, looking down at the creamy right situated at his base. Nothing was better then cuming together.

[mizading]

REPLACEMENT

The poison of Akaza’s obsession penetrates you.

Yandere Akaza X Reader

Warnings: Obsessive/Yandere themes, Dark themes, Abuse, Stockholm syndrome

Summary: A failed mission to put an end to Akaza, one of the twelve Kizuki almost killed you. Instead of being rescued by your fellow hashiras, Akaza took you for his own. You slowly realize that you're merely a replacement. 

You awaken to the soft, uneasy breaths taken by the unknown presence beside you, causing you to jolt up. This was a mistake. You completely forgot about your unsuccessful battle that occurred not long ago; the pain you felt was enough for you to reconsider your position as a former demon slayer.

 "Please lie down; I can't have you getting too hurt love". 

“Love?” You said, turning to face the familiar voice that projected beside you. A cold sense of fear trickled down your body. At once realizing who the familiar voice belonged to, the demon in which you failed to get rid of. Akaza stroked your hair lightly, continuing his uneasy yet soft breathing pattern you had taken notice of before.

 "Relax; the tension in your body is starting to worry me. I couldn’t help but take you back here after you passed out.” Without thinking, you instinctively moved yourself as far away as possible. "Don’t run from me; it’s no use. I'm sure you know that by now, don’t you?". 

“What is it that you want..I don’t have anything to offer” you spoke, voice shaking slightly. Akaza crept up on you, picking your body up from the floor with ease, carrying you bridal style. "I don’t have time to deal with your childish behavior; I’m taking you to get dressed in clothes more fitting for you". Realization hit, and you realized how dangerous your situation really was. Not wanting to dig yourself further into this loop, you complied. As he was carrying you to what seemed to be a bedroom, you took time to look around what you assumed to be his home. It was more of a traditional style, with mainly wood on the inside and dimly lit candles. What caught your eye were picture frames with images of a woman on the inside. She was beautiful, definitely above average. Her expensive-looking pink polka-dot kimono stood out brightly in the photograph. As you study her, you also notice the man beside her; he looked awfully familiar. You quickly glanced at the demon carrying you and took a mental note of their similar appearance. They looked like twins, one just.. human.

You made it to the bedroom. Akaza softly placed you on a king-sized bed in the middle of the room. "Wait here for a moment while I grab your new clothes". Not wanting to find out what he would do to you if you moved, you once again complied. “Look, I don’t understand what this is about but please I just want to go home”. 

Akaza came back with what seemed to be a kimono. “I thought I explained this to you already? I couldn’t help myself, I've never seen anyone like you love”. Your eyes widen when you see the details of the kimono—pink with white polka dots. The same one seen in the photographs of the woman. 

"I’ll help you put this on, then I’ll work on your hair flower’. He then slowly started removing your clothes, taking deeper breaths as he saw more and more of your bare skin. “I didn’t ask for this, I’m asking nicely please, just let me leave”. You tried as hard as you could to suppress the fear in your voice. You still had slight hope that he would let you go.  

"You're so beautiful, I don’t think I can handle it; it’s taking everything in me to respect you and keep myself together seeing you like this". Your body slightly shook at the feeling of his cold, large hands caressing your soft, plush skin; he had a drunk, dazed look when staring down at you. It took all Akaza had to keep his intentions from becoming impure when it came to you. You're the first woman to make him feel anything since his wife Koyuki died; by this point, he’s not sure if his own former wife was able to make him feel such a way. 

The way you gaze at him, the way your pretty chest rises when you breathe, your soft touch, your beautiful smile that could put the sun to shame—all of it was too much for him to handle. He just needs you entirely.

 “You're being delusional just let me go.” Your meek sentence didn’t seem to affect him in any way. Akaza continued carefully wrapping your body into the different layers of the Kimono, despite your protests. 

The moment the two of you met, you did something to his heart. The fight that introduced you two ended shortly, Akaza knew you would be no match. With only a few hits, Akaza was able to knock you out into a short coma and bring you to his home.Throughout your week long deep sleep he took the opportunity to study you, study your body. With your presence, his once incomplete heart shattered by his former wife's death now felt whole again. For now, your only job is to replace his dead wife and stay with him, promising to never leave his side.  

Akaza finished dressing you and was now fixing your hair. You had to admit that the way his hands felt in your hair was enough to put you to sleep. He was so gentle with you despite the battle you two fought, however long ago. No matter how much you hate to admit it, his treatment towards you has been nothing but loving. He touched you as if you were fine china, one of a kind, and could break at any moment. In his presence, you got the strange feeling that nothing else could ever lay hands on you, even if attempted. You were uneasy, noticing how he was transforming you into the girl in the picture. Mustering up all your courage, you decide to ask who the woman was. Akaza hummed softly as he delicately pinned up your hair; he was in pure bliss just by being able to lay his hands on you. He hasn’t felt such love for another human since his wife, Koyuki. 

“A- Akaza..? You spoke softly.”

 "Yes, baby?" he hummed in response. 

The little name made you repulse. "Who’s the woman in the pictures around your home?" you said. He paused, resting his hands on your shoulders, massaging them slightly. You scoffed at the action, Akaza acting as if he didn’t kidnap you made your sanity drop even lower. Then he spoke. "Koyuki, a woman I once loved; she’s long gone now, so no need to worry, precious". No matter how he put it, you knew deep down that you were replacing her in a way; the way he dressed you up was enough proof.

 "Don’t worry about things like that Y/N soon you'll be replacing those pictures" said Akaza while placing a heavy, wet kiss on your neck. There was nothing you could do but accept his love and affection. You were simply no match, any type of fighting or protest beyond this point would be completely useless. It may even get you in more trouble.

You're already in too deep, and there's no escaping his "love" now. Akaza grabbed your face harshly, contrasting his previous sweet actions. He forced a hungry kiss onto your soft lips that revealed more than his words. “Stop! w-what are you doing” you frantically attempted to escape his harsh grip. Akaza still had a tight grip on your face, causing a stinging sensation in your cheeks.

 "Your mine; do you understand that? Trying to leave will have consequences". You had done nothing wrong..? Was playing into his game not enough for him? This delusion of his went on for weeks. You would dress up in Koyuki’s old clothes, and Akaza would pretend that you were his wife and always have been.

 Over time, you grew too tired to fight back. After months of Akaza being your only contact with another being, you slowly started to crave his touch, the way he coddled you, his dark but loving gaze, his love in general. You find yourself willing to do anything for a piece of his love; you desire and need it.

 “Akaza please! You pleaded, I promise to be a good girl, just don’t make me sleep alone again”.

 Earlier that night, you accidentally broke a plate during dinner, dropping it. His punishments for you were harsh, especially if your mistake disturbed the "perfect wife" role you played for him. Sleeping alone was one of the worst punishments; you needed his touch. Having nobody to come save you and no chance of escaping guaranteed your stay here.This was your new reality.  Being a replacement didn't matter to you anymore. You would do it all for him, as long as he kept his love for you. 

The poison of Akaza's obsession consumes you entirely; you need him more than ever now.

Word Count: 1493

A/N: Thank you for taking the time to read! This is my first story so bear with me. Feel free to leave me any type of criticism. Requests are open and I'm always available to chat about whatever. 

[heyiwrotesomethings]

DEMON SLAYER CUZ YESSSSSSSS.

shinobu x female reader

I wanna kick uzuis ass again soooooooo

Uzui is being a dick to everyone because he is in a mood and make fun of shinobu (u find the reason nth comes to mind rn) and the reader having an awful day herself kicks his ass and brings him to his wives "next time that disgrace you call a husband insults my soon to be wife again I'm gonna cut his tongue of and shove it so far up his ass it will come out of his mouth again 🙃

have a good day ladies oh and do keep him a check or I will 🙂 byeeeee"

gl finishing all of those rqst

Bad Morning

Shinobu Kochou x She/Her Reader

A/N: I don’t know what’s up with me, but this threat was a bit too descriptive for me and since this is like, at least the third time we’re beating Uzui up, this one is kind of lackluster, apologies! Hopefully I still got the message across lol. Hope you still like it! Word Count: ~1,220

Uzui Tengen woke up on the wrong side of the bed earlier that morning. Which was to say Suma had accidentally pushed Makio out of bed, which in turn lead to Makio dragging her out of said bed by the ankles in retaliation. Tengen tried his best to ignore them and focus on Hinatsuru’s cute mumblings as she turned to lay on her other side, but Makio’s growls and Suma’s cries made it downright impossible.

“Could you two keep it down, goddamnit! Why does this have to happen every morning?!”

“Maybe we should invest in a bigger bed.” Hinatsuru murmured, pressing a pillow over her head.

“Or we just make Suma sleep on the floor. She kicked me last night too and I have the bruise to prove it!” Makio pulled up the hem of her sleepware to show the bruise her thigh was sporting and Suma wailed.

“I’m sorry! Let me kiss it better! Don’t make me sleep on the floor Makio, please!”

“Nobody is sleeping on the floor!” Tengen groaned. “I’ll get a bigger bed, okay? Can I just get one more hour of sleep—“

“Caw!” Nijimaru came in through the window with flapping wings and rattling beads. A damn fine, flamboyant bird if Tengen did say so himself, but he couldn’t think of anyone he’d rather see less at the moment. “You’ll be late for the meeting if you stay in bed any longer, Uzui!”

“Damn it all, that’s today?” Tengen shot out of bed, jamming his toe against the bedside table. He cursed and limped his way to the bathroom, now even more pissed because he would have to skip his morning skin care routine if he was going to make it to Oyakata-sama’s mansion in time.

He barely had enough time to bathe and put on his makeup before heading out the door. No time to even eat breakfast. At least Suma ran him some toast at the door and jumped up to give him a quick peck on the cheek. It certainly made up for the rude awakening at least, sweet girl.

Still, all the toast and kisses in the world couldn’t make him shake off the sour mood he was in. His morning routine was sacred. When his routine was disturbed, it honestly felt like his whole day was ruined.

People have bad days. It’s normal to maybe ask for a little space, to tell people you aren’t really feeling yourself, but the moment you use your bad morning as an excuse to be shitty to other people, then expect your day to get much, much worse.

“Iguro, come on man. Can you get your scrawny ass outta my way? Shouldn’t you be sitting like a broody tree’d raccoon by now?”

“We’re talking, walk around. It’s a fucking garden.” Sanemi was quick to shoot back as Obanai glared.

“Nobody can make anything easy today, can they?” Tengen sighed loudly, bumping into Sanemi as he walked past the two fuming men.

He rested in his usual spot, hoping to maybe get a little bit more sleep in before the Master arrived. However, Mitsuri was talking up a storm with Shinobu and (Y/n) and the excitement in her voice as she spoke made it hard for Tengen to relax.

“She made me dango for helping me get her cat out of the tree! Isn’t that great? It was really good too! And then—!”

“Gods, Kanroji,” Tengen groaned, “would it kill you to take a page out of Tomioka’s book and be quite for once?”

“Hey! What the hell is your problem?” (Y/n) scowled.

“Just because you woke up on the wrong side of the bed, it doesn’t give you license to make everyone else around you feel miserable as well.” Shinobu chimed in, she put a reassuring hand on Mitsuri’s shoulder while she gave Tengen a disapproving look.

“I’m gonna kill that bastard.” Obanai growled, Kaburamaru hissed in agreement.

“Perhaps you should take a page out of Tomioka-san’s book and butt out of conversations that have nothing to do with you, hm? Contrary to what your ego may tell you, the world does not revolve around you.” Shinobu added for good measure.

“Big words for somebody so small. I could crush you like a grape between my fingers.”

“Uzui, my friend! You should stop talking before you say something you’ll really regret!” Rengoku advised.

“So disgruntled,” Shinobu tisked pityingly, “Given how out of sorts you are this morning, I doubt you could even brush me with those meaty, perpetually sweaty hands.

Tengen took a deep breath through clenched teeth, but (Y/n) spoke up before him, her voice low, warning,

“Uzui-san, I’d listen to Rengoku-san if I were you. Act like an adult and let it go. With any luck, the meeting will be over in an hour and you can sleep the rest of the day away.”

“Tch,“ Tengen sneered, “how about this, you tell your little, and I do mean shrimpy, puny, girlfriend to zip it, and then I will too.”

“I am not her keeper.” (Y/n) said through gritted teeth.

“Well if she can’t keep her mouth shut, why should I?!”

“Ah, my deepest apologies, Uzui-san,” Shinobu began, not looking very sorry at all, “(Y/n) and I had a rather late night in the lab ourselves. My mistake for trying to hold you to the same standards we hold ourselves to.”

Tengen was seeing red. He wanted to wipe that perfect little smile right off of Shinobu’s face and before he could think better of it, he had thought of something to say that would hit her where it would hurt.

“Wipe that fake-ass smile off your face, little Kanae wannabe. You want to imitate her so bad, start by acting like less of a bitch maybe.”

Well, that sure made the smile fall from Shinobu’s lips. Her expression became impassive, an eerie blankness, but no one took the time to really notice because (Y/n) was already leaping to her feet, kicking up pebbles that scattered over Tengen’s thighs as she got closer.

“The fuck did you just say?!” Sanemi growled, his head snapping towards Uzui.

“Uzui-san, I know you can be abrasive, but that kind of talk is unacceptable.” Gyomei spoke up for the first time that day and that was how Tengen knew he might have really fucked up.

“Okay, okay, you are a fucking dead man now! I don’t give a damn about you not getting your beauty sleep, you wanna play nasty, we’ll play nasty alright!”

(Y/n) knew Shinobu could take care of herself, but she also knew that Uzui had hit a nerve. Like Shinobu had said, they had a tough night, tougher than Uzui’s, she imagined. She had been helping Shinobu with her latest experiment on her journey to find a poison that could end an Upper Moon.

Despite all of the promising research, the experiment had fallen flat, or well, more accurately caused a small explosion that (Y/n) and Shinobu spent the next three hours cleaning up after. Thankfully they had been wearing the proper gear during the whole ordeal, but they still smelt overwhelmingly of wisteria.

(Y/n) got close enough to Uzui that he could smell it on her and the potency stung his nose. She grabbed him by the collar of his uniform and he engulfed her wrist with his hand—

“Oyakata-sama is coming!” Mitsuri squealed, noticing two of the Master’s children leading him around the building. It must have been one of his good days and he decided to take a stroll.

“I’m not done with you.” (Y/n) hissed, letting go of Uzui’s uniform with a shove before quickly dropping to the ground.

“You’re like a yappy little dog,” he sneered, “All I gotta say is, ‘boo!’ and you’ll be shaking in your sandals.”

“The first thing I’m gonna do is cut out your own tongue and feed it to you, asshole.”

Tengen grit his teeth together. The Master was much too close now to continue trading vulgarities.

Tengen started out the meeting boiling hot, but listening to the Master speak had its usual calming affects and before Tengen knew it, he was in a relaxed, meditative state. It was the closest thing to sleep one could have while awake. It was like magic. The Master bid them all farewell and Tengen inhaled deeply, then released a relaxed exhaled, tension leaving his shoulders. He felt so much better—

(Y/n)’s fist came sailing at him with all the force of a mantis shrimp and she decked him, making direct contact with his temple.

“Alright Uzui, how about you and me go for a little stroll?” (Y/n) grunted, heaving the hulking man to his feet was no simple task, especially now that he was having a hard time standing up himself after that vision spotting hit. She turned to look back at Shinobu with adoration and concern, “Would you like to come along, dear?”

“I suppose.” Shinobu shrugged before rising to her feet as well. Truthfully, she didn’t want to have to look at Uzui for another minute, but if (Y/n) accidentally killed him, that would be one less Hashira and they were already spread thin enough as it was.

The remaining Hashira, that cared enough to, watched on as (Y/n) pulled Tengen away from the mansion by his ear, very thankful they weren’t in his shoes at that moment.

Tengen shuffled down the path, bending with (Y/n)’s sharp pushes and pulls while the two women discussed what they should eat for lunch. Sadistic beings…

Though it was hard for his eyes to focus because of that sharp punch to his temple, he soon recognized the scenery and realized (Y/n) was taking him home, to what end, he was afraid to find out.

“Good afternoon, ladies.” He heard (Y/n)’s muffled voice through the ringing in his ears.

“Oh gods, what did he do this time?” Makio groaned.

“(Y/n)-san, I don’t know what he did, but please, be a little more gentle with him.” Hinatsuru requested hesitantly.

She was hesitant because she knew her husband had a track record of saying or doing stupid things. Even Suma, the most sympathetic of the bunch, could agree that sometimes getting slapped around a little bit was warranted when it came to their husband’s unfiltered words and uncouth actions.

“Don’t worry, I caught him off guard with the first punch, so I didn’t go any further. I probably nearly fractured his skull since he didn’t think to defend himself at all, don’t you think so, Shinobu?”

“Oh yes, given how he’s been wobbling, and that he threw up in the bushes on the way here, it’s safe to say he would have been in real trouble if you had decided to keep going.”

Makio, Hina and Suma paled, quickly taking possession of their loopy husband when (Y/n) offered him to them. It was difficult to keep all that muscle up right, so they could only imagine just how furious (Y/n) was to have been able to basically drag him all the way home.

“The next time your disgraceful, woefully un-flamboyant husband says or does anything that hurts my fiancée, intentionally or not, he may not make it back to you in one piece. Understand?”

“Yes, we’ll talk to him. I’m sorry.” Hinatsuru hung her head low.

“You have nothing to apologize for, but when your husband snaps out of it, you might suggest he start looking for ways to atone because I’m not quite so sure I could hold myself back if I see him again too soon. That single punch was not satisfying at all.”

“We’ll work on it.” Makio swore.

“We promise! Please don’t kill him!” Suma sobbed.

“I won’t kill him, too much paperwork.” (Y/n) promised, then after a pause added, “Well, I wouldn’t kill him on purpose anyway.”

“Here,” Shinobu stepped up to the three horrified looking wives and handed Hinatsuru a small paper bag, “I suspect he has a concussion. I have provided all instructions and materials needed to give him proper treatment.”

“Thank you…” the three answered in unison.

Shinobu gave them a short nod of acknowledgment before linking back up with (Y/n). The two strolled off like nothing had happened, smiling and gazing lovingly into each other’s eyes as they disappeared over the hill.

“We need that new bed stat!” Suma said with an exhausted sigh as the trio dragged Tengen into the house.

“I think our dumbass husband needs a personality check more.” Makio grunted.

[mimisempai]

Your incomparable sweetness

Summary

Crowley is surprised to find Aziraphale asleep on the sofa, and he intends to make the most of this rare moment.

Fluff Alert !

Notes

Flufftober prompt :  A sweet treat

On Ao3

Rating G -  494 words

His hands laden with a tray containing a steaming pot of tea, two cups and a plate of scones, Crowley pushed the kitchen door open with his hip.

But as soon as he entered the living room, he froze, the tray shaking slightly in his hands. His eyes widened at a sight he had never seen before. Aziraphale was there, slumped over on the sofa. The angel who usually gently woke him from his afternoon nap was fast asleep. It was such an unusual sight, so incredibly rare, that Crowley couldn't help but let out a silent laugh. 

Carefully placing the tray on the coffee table, he tiptoed over to Aziraphale before kneeling beside the sofa, his gaze fixed on the angel's peaceful face. At the sight of his lips slightly parted in a gentle smile and his expression so vulnerable and relaxed, Crowley felt himself overcome by an irresistible wave of love.

The demon leaned forward, his breath catching in his throat, and though he was a little reluctant to wake him, he couldn't resist touching the angel.

He delicately traced the outline of his lover's cheek with his fingertips before leaning in and gently pressing his lips to Aziraphale's in a light kiss, barely longer than a brush. When he pulled away a little, Aziraphale stirred and his eyelids fluttered open.

The demon watched the angel blink, his eyes clouded with sleep, before his gaze caught Crowley's. Then a slow smile spread across the plump lips as he said in a sleepy voice, "What a pleasant way to be awakened."

"I am sorry, I couldn't resist Sleeping Beauty." 

Aziraphale chuckled, his hand coming up to rub his eyes. 

"I remember you said you were going to make tea and then nothing. How long was I asleep?"

Crowley shook his head and replied, "Just long enough for me to make it. The tea is still hot, I just brought it in and that's when I was surprised to see you asleep."

"I'm as surprised as you are. But I have to admit, I really appreciate the way you woke me up."

Crowley helped him to sit up before sitting down beside him.

"I also like having the roles reversed for once."

Crowley served the tea and moments later they were sipping tea, steaming cups in their hands. 

The demon offered, reaching for the plate on the coffee table, "Scone, angel?"

Aziraphale shook his head, a playful smile forming on his lips. "Not yet. I want something sweeter first."

Crowley raised an eyebrow, a hint of confusion in his gaze, "Something sweeter? You want me to look for jam?"

He started to rise, but Aziraphale stopped him with a chuckle and leaned closer to Crowley until their shoulders touched, reaching out to grab Crowley's chin.

“I was thinking of something sweet like that.” 

The angel leaned further forward and captured Crowley's lips in a long, tender kiss, savoring his demon's incomparable sweetness with delight.

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Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story  🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

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[may--hawk]

ain't no cure for love - chapter 3

Or, the haunted bookshop story:

Everything’s gone to shit. Aziraphale’s fucked off back to Heaven, and Crowley’s stuck down on Earth with a new angel who asks the most annoying questions, like they’re some kind of divine punishment. Then there’s all the weird dream he’s been having, the same one, over and over. Oh, yeah, and the bookshop’s haunted.

Crowley reads Aziraphale and Memory, because he’s a nosy little git, and besides, he’s trying to help Aziraphale, isn’t he? There’s so much in there that Aziraphale’s forgotten; there’s the Garden, sunny and warm up on the wall, and Crowley, who’d spent all his time skulking in the deep shade to avoid getting stepped on by Adam, revels in it, closing his eyes a minute as he holds the book in front of him, feels the sun on his face, smells the Garden, sweet and green and alive. They’re not all like that, though: when he turns to Uz, he is struck suddenly with a hunger so strong he feels faint, a hunger he’s never, ever felt before, something sick and raw in the pit of his stomach, a great, sucking emptiness, and Satan, no wonder Aziraphale eats like he does, if that’s how he feels. If that’s what Crowley’s awakened in him. Crowley swallows. He lingers on Greece again, and Egypt, those long lazy years spent in the Nile, and, oh, bless it, here’s Babylon, and he’s, he’s seeing from Aziraphale’s perspective, sees the courtyard of the palace below him, smells the bathwater, fragrant sandalwood, the water warm, the air almost cool in the moonlight on his wet skin, and something catches his eye, looking down, he sees something slinking, farther into the shadows; he squints. A glint of torchlight on a pair of dark glasses gives it away. Crowley, even as Aziraphale-in-memory, flushes, because bless it, he thought he’d been subtle, slinking, a creature of the night, how many times had Aziraphale seen him there, watching Aziraphale bathe, and oh, Christ, from up here, Aziraphale could clearly see the look on Crowley’s face, as he stood there, looking up, dog-like, sick, devoted. Crowley throws the book down and storms off.

He comes back a few hours later, because he can’t stop, can’t not keep going. 125 There are more. Almost every memory has Crowley in it: there’s one where he’s kneeling in front of some river, somewhere - he can’t tell - the sight of his back, his hair, long, spilling down into the water as he washes something. There’s that castle in Wales and that ball in Moscow and every miserable little watering hole between here and Persia. It’s all there, not their entire history, but a lot of it, and Crowley can’t help but wonder why these memories, why here, why him.

The next time Aziraphale comes down from Heaven, Crowley’s in the shop, listening to Shostakovich’s Rumours. He tosses Aziraphale the book; Aziraphale drops it, then bends over to pick it up, giving Crowley a reproachful look. He startles at the cover, then opens it up. “Crowley, where did you get this?” he says.

“L-space,” Crowley says. “Night that - thing was here.”

“That - Crowley, what thing?” Aziraphale says.

Crowley frowns. “I told you,” he says. “Someone was in L-space.” Aziraphale’s shaking his head. “Why are you shaking your head?”

“Crowley, I haven’t spoken to you in three weeks,” he says, slowly. This is it. Crowley’s going mad. He’s gone mad. They always said demons who played with time went mad, and now here he is. Mad.

“You were here last week. The night someone was in L-space.” Crowley springs up, stalks closer. “They’re taking your memories again. Aziraphale, listen to me, you can’t go back to Heaven.”

“No, they’re not. They’re not taking my memories, Crowley. You’re - imagining things.” They stare at each other. Aziraphale’s chest is heaving. He’s clutching the book.

“Muriel!” Crowley yells, without turning around. There’s a pause, then the clatter of Muriel’s footsteps. “Yes - oh! Archangel - I mean, Aziraphale!”

“Muriel,” says Aziraphale, stiffly.

“Tell him,” Crowley says, pointing wildly. “Tell him he was here that night there was something in L-space!”

“Well,” says Muriel, slowly, and Crowley’s heart sinks in his chest. “I heard you talking to someone, Mr. Crowley, and it sounded like Aziraphale? But I didn’t see him.”

Read the final chapter on AO3.

@goodomensafterdark

[lint-beetle4]

SMUT request with redson, Nezha and Xiangliu (separated) with a dominant female reader riding them to death

Ouroboros Death Coil (Xiangliu x Dominant!Reader) Smut

I hope you enjoy! Sorry this is kind of short!

Smut below!

The Nine-Headed Demon was a patient man. He had to be after all. With all the plans he had to return to his home, to his sun, Xiangliu had to be cunning, sly, and most importantly, patient.

He never expected you to gravitate towards him.

He wasn't interested in such thing after all, you were nothing more than a pawn in the cycle. You weren't his ultimate goal. Yet, here you stayed, eagerly listening to his stories, to the tales of the chaos that you couldn't comprehend.

Ah, it became a beautiful thing: to have a follower in his cause, to have someone who understood.

Xiangliu wouldn't fail in this cycle; he knew this well. The harbinger was awaken early, the cycle would collapse in the coming years, and here you were, ready to join Xiangliu in the aftermath.

You called for a celebration, a reward for the chaos demon's hard work, and a reward he was given. Wine, food, everything he didn't care to indulge in at his disposal. He ate things of various flavors, and the sweetest, most thickest of wines poured down his throat.

But, you weren't done giving him treats.

Your hips rocks intensely against your partner, your god.

"Gh--hhh, my--my love--"

You looked up to the snake demon, how his eyes sparkled with each memory of the chaos he thought so fondly of, how his voice spoke with a deep passion you've never seen before, how his hands tremble in silence, mourning for the sun he'd been deprived of.

It seems the Nine-Headed Demon had quickly gotten used to you, at least, he stopped ignoring you every time you followed him around.

Usually, you weren't one to pursuit such a man-- fox-like in every regard, misfortune in its purest form-- but you couldn't help it. His presence demanded an audience, his voice demanded a listening, and his hands demanded a viewer. He was enticing in every sense, and he had you in his grasps before you knew it.

You felt hot, so hot in the cool air that surrounded you. Yet, the muffled moans of the snake demon below you, the way his tongue stuck out and his hips bucked weakly against you. It was a sight you wanted to last forever.

His dick had long came inside you: once, twice, more and more and more. You were filled with his seed, and your body craved more. Your pussy burned with passion as you felt Xiangliu's dick hardening after another load was weakly dumped into you.

Hours, almost hours, at least, you had been servicing him. He seemed to never run dry, and that was good enough for you. His cum served as your lube, his dick served as your toy, and his voice served as your music. You meeting the celestial realm with each bounce of your legs, each thrust of his hips. Your body ached from the work you putting him through, but it wasn't enough. Xiangliu was still able to move, and you needed him to finally feel the sensation of pure bliss and relaxation. Though...

You almost felt bad for the demon, how he writhed weakly and whimpered such lovely words.

"Hah, oh-- oh--Gods above--mng.."

You felt your clit twitch at his voice, Xiangliu's hands rubbing it expertly, giving you more sensation your body demanded.

Your breath shuddered as you continue to bounce on his cock, your walls rub raw, but you're not done yet.

"Once more, my dear." You lean forward, licking the shell of Xiangliu's ear, reveling in the way his breath shakes and his hips buck up again. "Cum for me one more time, with me."

Xiangliu's hands shook as they rubbed against your clit, you grin watching as his arms struggle to stay up.

The demon's hips thrust into you, a yelp escaping you as with a new burst of energy, Xiangliu's hands grab onto you for purchase, his body thrusting into you desperately. You moaned loudly, rocking your body in sync with his as the fire in you raises further and further.

You felt a snap in your core, a release as your partner groaned, gripping you into a tight hug as he poured into you. His body shook with the explosive climax, his breath nearly gasping for air as he fell back onto the bed, limp and clearly worn. Feeling his dick soften inside of you, you slowly lift yourself from him, feeling weak yet accomplished.

You carefully cleaned him up, making sure the bed wasn't too stained. It was something you both would deal with later. Xiangliu's breath evened out after a while, his eyes nearly glazed over his euphoria.

You slipped into bed, hugging him close to you as you smirk against him, knowing well his body wouldn't be able to move.

[starwolfie]

@skyloftian-nutcase as you said your birthday was in November (and it’s November now🙃) have a little present. I’m not sure if this would count as 100% fluff, but the Hero of Shadow and ToTK Link have a good Time!

The campfire crackled, burning low and Link contemplated to get up and put more wood on the fire, but that would have probably awakened the teenager currently asleep with his head in his lap. Link looked down at the young Warrior he had rescued from freezing to death on Naydra‘s snowfield.

He was sleeping peacefully, face still a few shades paler than would be considered healthy. Link wondered if this was a side effect of the gloom sickness, living in the depths or if the boy just had a naturally lighter complexion.

They had tried to make it to Kakariko before Nightfall, but the younger Warrior was still too weak from Gloom sickness and whatever Ganondorf had put the boy through. Anger burned hot in the hero‘s guts as he remembered that the teenager snoozing so relaxed in his lap was Ganondorf's kid. His kid that he had mind controlled and forced to fight him.

the other Link stirred in his sleep and crunched his face up, sleepily mumbling something. Link carded his hand through the boy‘s pale blond hair. “Shh, it's okay, you’re safe.“ the older Link muttered softly.

the teenager relaxed and the peaceful expression returned to his face. Link‘s eyes fell on the clothes the younger Warrior was still wearing. They reminded him of the clothes the Demon Lord wore and he was sure the younger Link felt the same. He decided that the first thing they’d do when they arrived at Kakariko would be to get him new clothes. But they’d not arrive there today as night had already fallen and while the boy might be an adept fighter, he was far too sick and exhausted to get him involved in a monster attack now.

Link’s stomach rumbled audibly and he decided that it was time he started on cooking. He gently nudged the tired teenager until his eyes fluttered open. “Hi Link.“ They needed nicknames, he decided. They couldn’t keep calling each other Link. “I‘m making dinner. Is there something you would like? Or something you don’t eat?“

The younger Link shook his head. “I‘ll eat what you cook, don’t make extra effort for me.“ He hadn’t even finished speaking when his eyes started drooping again. They were moving fast because Link feared that Ganondorf would come after them if he discovered that the kid was gone. But apparently he had overestimated the teenager‘s still very low stamina. Link bent over to retrieve his pillow and settled the boy’s head down on the soft surface. “Sleep a little longer, Link. I’ll wake you when the food is ready.“ The younger warrior nodded sleepily. “….can ‘all me Orik…. ‘s my other name…“ he slurred while closing his eyes. His breaths evened out again in sleep before Link could ask him why he had two names, and he shrugged. Good, he would call him Orik.

He awoke to someone gently shaking his shoulder and calling his name. But not his Hylian name, his Sheikah name. The only person who knew him by that name and who was still alive was….

His heartbeat fastened as he started to panic. He had found him, he would bring him back under his control, he would have to endure all of that pain again, he would never be free. He couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t move, he couldn’t even open his eyes as he lay there, panting.

“Link? Can you hear me? Breathe! Just breathe, in and out. You’re safe, Ganondorf is not here!“

That didn’t sound like Ganondorf. Rauru‘s knight… he suddenly remembered telling him about his other name.

His panting slowed down to normal breathing as he followed the knight’s directions and soon he could open his eyes. He saw the face over him, a worried line between his brows and blue eyes fixed on his. “Are you okay? Can you sit up? I made pumpkin stew, I hope you like it.“

He struggled to sit up but managed it without needing help. Link held out a bowl and he took it, his hands only slightly shaking. He tasted the first spoonful and a delighted smile appeared on his face. Link was an excellent cook, this tasted far better than anything the Yiga had ever made for him.

Link woke up early on the next morning, the sun had just started to rise and tinted the black sky to a faint orange. He looked down to the teenager snoring softly and drooling on his chest and couldn’t resist to run his hand through the ashen blonde hair. The boy had woken up in the middle of the night, screaming, disoriented and scratching at his bandaged forehead. He had only calmed down after Link had taken his hands and wrapped him in a fierce hug. Orik had fallen asleep in his arms and Link hadn’t dared to settle him back on his own blankets because he couldn’t risk waking him up again. The anger reared in his gut again as he thought what Ganondorf could have done to the boy, his own kid, that would make him have such nightmares. He still hadn’t forgotten about the panic attack Orik had suffered when he awoke him for Dinner and he thought he had been recaptured. He hugged the teenager tighter to his chest and swore to himself that he would take Ganondorf down for him as much as for himself and Zelda.

He carefully shook the boy’s shoulder. “Link, wake up, we need to get going.“ Orik opened his eyes almost immediately. When he realized that he had not only fallen asleep on Link’s chest but also drooled on him, he blushed so fiercely his pale skin turned almost as red as a Hylian tomato. He clumsily scrambled away from Link and mumbled apologies.

“Hey, Orik, no, it's okay! I don’t mind at all. You had a nightmare“

The teenager still couldn’t look at him until they had dressed and packed up camp. He passed Orik a leftover mushroom skewer from his slate for breakfast and they started walking down the mountain towards Kakariko.

It was already noon when they arrived in the mountain village. Orik had tried his best to keep up with Link, but he could tell how exhausted the boy was because he kept tripping over his own feet. But still his red eyes widened with wonder as they entered the hidden valley where the village lay. It seemed to have been a while since Orik had last entered a village like this.

His eyes swept over the valley between green hills and the waterfalls gurgling behind the huge house of the village chief. His ears took the soft sound of the wooden windchimes in as well as the laughter and talking that the wind carried over to them.

“Is this a Sheikah village?“ he asked, trying to take it in all at once.

“Yes, why do you ask?“ Link answered with a raised brow. He knew that many Hylians were anxious about the Sheikah and he thought Orik might be even more cautious because of his dad. But the teenager just smiled. “I‘m half Sheikah. On my father's side.“ the confusion on Link‘s face must have been obvious because he added: “ Ganondorf isn’t really my father. I was kind of adopted when I got engaged to his daughter.“ Link‘s confusion just got bigger when he heard that. He couldn’t ask more questions as Koko and Cottla came running up to him and nearly knocked him down. “Where have you been, we haven’t seen you for so long!“ Koko‘s gaze fell on his companion and she took a step back. “Who’s that?“ she asked, pointing a finger at the sick teenager who looked to the ground in embarrassment. Link put a hand on his shoulder and drew him to his side. “ This is my friend Orik. He got lost in the Naydra Snowfield and touched the Gloom. He is sick now and we need to find a place where he can rest. But first he‘ll need some new clothes.“ The girls nodded hastily and ran back to the village. The teenager wriggled out of Link‘s embrace. He looked to the ground, ears flushing in embarrassment. „ I can’t get new clothes, I don’t have money….“

Link gently patted his shoulder. “ Don’t worry about that. I found plenty of ore in that cave, we can exchange that for money!” Orik tried to object again, but Link had already started walking towards the village center and the younger warrior had to jog to keep up. He tripped over a stone and would have fallen if Link hadn’t caught him. The teenager blushed again and looked to the floor as he realized that the Sheikah woman in front of the house was looking at him with a smile.

“Who’s your friend, Link? He's cute!” Link snorted and Orik’s ears turned bright red, the flush spreading to his cheeks.

Link snorted and ruffled the teenager’s hair. “Leave him alone, Lasli, he’s not feeling well.”

The girl giggled and pointed to the entrance of the shop. “Get inside then, boys!“

The teenager hurried past the still giggling girl and went inside the shop after Link. He stepped on the wooden floor boards, looking around the little shop. There were several mannequins on both sides of the room displaying armor parts. On one side was a set in different grays with the Sheikah eye symbol on the chest. On the other side there was a very strange looking set with glowing markings. He looked up to the high ceiling where wooden beams carried the thatched roof and wondered how the Sheikah architecture now was so different from what he was used to from his own time. The girl behind the counter smiled at Link.“Did you finally decide to buy the radiant armor, Link?“ she greeted them, pointing at the strange glowing armor. Link shook his head and took Orik by the shoulders, gently shoving him to the front.“ I‘m looking for something for my friend here. Do you have a hylian tunic or something?“ the girl nodded and vanished to the back room. When she came back she carried a red tunic with a triangular pattern at the hem and the sleeves, a forest green undertunic and a dark teal sash over her arm. “Wasn’t easy to find something in his size, he’s even tinier than you, Link.“ she muttered.

“At least I might still grow a little.“ Orik answered with a bright grin on his face.Link smiled and ruffled the boy’s hair affectionately. As traumatized as the young Warrior might be, sometimes he was behaving like every normal teenager.

[dde719]

Pairing: Ot7 demons x yn (brown skin girl- written for a friend)

WC: 2.4k

Demons

Oral sex female receive, male receive

Masterbation

Dream sequence

Rough kissing, rough sex

Nipple play

Growing dicks

Anal sex, anal play(prepping)

Circle jerking

Warm cum

Split tongue with rings

Cock ring

Voyeurism

Breeding kink

Sorry if I missed anything

AN: Hey everyone. This was a one-shot that I created in the summer of last year. I had a friend who encouraged me to get into more descriptive writing. It was the first time I wrote about demons, so it may be a little shaky. I wanted to edit this and finally put it out. This is the last of my early works and yes I am equally proud of everything I create. I hope you all enjoy it and there was no true inspo behind this other than, "what scenario can I make." The person I made it for did not want a solid plot, just descriptions. Basically, porn without a plot, if you're going to read, welcome if not. I do have other stories that have more detailed plots. Thank you so much and have a wonderful day lovelies.

Another night, laid in your room. Thinking about the members of bangtan fucking you senseless. You couldn't help but get your vibrator and pressed it hard onto your clit. Moving it back and forth before inserting it. You are pumping the blue vibrator in and out and rubbing on your sensitive bud at the same time. Thinking of none other than Jeon Jungkook fucking you raw on your bed and his tattooed hand with a firm grip on your throat. You start to see stars as you reach your climax and you pull it out, juices leak out. You put it on the highest speed and rub it on your swollen clit once more. Your body starts shaking and pulsing through another orgasm. You clean up the toy and shower and go to bed.

In your dream, you are in a dark place that is glowing orange and red at a close distance. You walk farther down the hall and you're met with this tall man, with large doe eyes, and dark wavy hair. He says, "Hello." Too stunned to speak, is it him... He grabs your face with his tattooed hand, "You have been thinking of us... You have quite the imagination." You gasp and look at his hand, "Umm... Yes." He chuckles, "Is that what you want us to do to you? Hmm. We can make it happen." He rips off your clothes and bites your neck as he touches the folds of your wet pussy. You lift a leg so he gets better access. And you feel one finger slip in. He kisses your lips and moans, "Mmmm, you like that." He picks up the pace as you say his name. Your legs get weak and you collapse onto the floor.

He moves you onto your back and slips two fingers in. His fingers grow a little more as they are deep inside you., with every thrust. He's looking at you dark-eyed, "uhh, tell me, you want more, you fucking slut." He slaps you across the face, and you moan, "ahhh, fuck." As he picks up the pace and palms your clit at the same time. He leans down to kiss you, tongue reaching the back of your throat, he smiles, "you take my fingers so well, wait til you see my dick..." You open your legs wider, and just as he's about to pull out his dick you awaken.

You jump awake from your sleep, covered in sweat, and your pussy is throbbing. This dream felt so real. You're clenching... You get up to splash water on your face... Fuck it's 4 am. You go back to your bed and gasp because you see him. The man from your dream. Can this be-? He interrupts your thoughts, "I am real, I know all of your thoughts every day. I know everything... Do you really want me and my brothers to take you?" You gasp, "take me where? There's no way you guys are..."

He looks at you full of lust, "Then how do we know, the things you want us to do to you? Let us make your dreams come true." You stare at his naked body, "Jungkook, what happens if I do..." He laughs, " Pleasure and pain... you want it or not." You know you can't resist him, you wanted this for so long. He almost gets impatient, "Don't think so much, just let it happen." He holds out his hand, big eyes staring at you "Come on." You nod and take his hand. He flips you on your back, and before you know it, mirrors are all over the room, and the rest of bangtan are sitting in a circle around you two. Tae is the first to join you guys. You are on your back and you watch as Jungkooks and Taehyung split. They have a ring on both sides of their tongues.

Before you know it, Jungkook has his tongue circling your clit in both directions then he slips his tongue inside. Tae is licking, sucking, and biting your erect brown nipples. He moans with you. In your thoughts, I can't believe this is really happening, "Ahhh, fuck." They tell you to keep your eyes on the mirror on the ceiling but they feel so good. Their eyes get wide and blacken when you start to cum. They ask again, "Are you ready, little one... There's no going back after we fu-" You moan, "please fuck me... I need this." Tae breathes heavily, "your such a needy slut." You see black clouds flash and they reappear in different positions. Your ass is up and your face is down. Tae is positioned in front of you with his legs open. He groans, "Mmm, suck my dick."

You wet your lips, then lick up and down his large tan shaft and the head was light brown. He moans yn while you bob up and down on his long hard dick. Meanwhile, JK is at the entrance of your pussy. You feel him move the head up and down, covering himself in your slick juices. You almost cry when he goes in, slowly at first. You pull Tae out of your mouth briefly, "Ahhhhh, jungk-" You use your hands and pick up the pace faster as you feel jks dick grow a little more the louder you moan. He closes his big beautiful eyes and holds onto your ass and he starts to slam into you. He feels so good inside you as his length gets longer inside of you.

Your moans are muffled, spit is dripping down Taes shaft. After a few minutes, you can't hold your moans anymore. You pull him out of your mouth again and jerk him off. "Mmmmm, fuck, right there..... oh my god...Ah-hhhh." Tae abruptly grabs your face, " Mmmm, No God... just us... Slow down, baby, you have all night." He puts his dick back in your mouth and fucks hard into it, while you grind back onto Jungkooks dick. A few more pumps and they are both finishing at the same time. Thick black clouds appear, Jk and Tae, take their place on the bed and start jerking off like they didn't just fuck you.

Yoongi and Jimin suddenly appear next to you. Tears already rolling down your face from pleasure. Jimin wipes them and says, "aww, our new fuck toy. Are you ok, sweetheart?" All you could think, how is he so nice even in demon form? You nod, "Yes." Jimin is laying down, your big lips crashing onto his, and he smiles, "Good." At this point, Yoongi is watching and stroking himself slowly. He leans down and whispers to Jimin. Jimin nods, Yoongi still strokes himself as sits behind you, feeling a warm sensation near your puckered asshole. You moan into Jimins kiss not knowing what is next.

His fingers produce a warm lubricant, then he inserts one into your hole. You jolt at the feeling, Yoongi whispers in your ear, "We have to stretch your ass, kitten." He kisses your cheek before you know it, you still feel the warm liquid pumping inside and he now has 3 fingers inside that have grown long and thick. He's twisting them hard as you feel Jimins hard bulge underneath you. Yoongi removes his fingers and Jimin coos, " Are you ready, baby?" He tells you to sit up. He teases at your asshole before slowly pushing into you. You scream, "Ahhhhh... Fuck." The lube gets warmer as he puts all of his inches slowly into your tight ass.

You watch yoongi as he tells you to lean further back, then your arms are resting on the bed. His tongue splits and he has 4 tongue rings. He shows you wiggling them quickly before looking down at your pussy. Jimin's dick thrusts and rotates into you while Yoongi's warm tongue is at your nipples. He bounces one breast as his tongue swirls and flicks at your other breast. His eyes go dark when his teeth sink into your nipple, and he groans, "mmm, so pretty." His soft pink lips kiss down your stomach and his pierced tongue circles your clit. You moan, "omg... MMMM," and his tongue slips inside you, bouncing so fast, he vibrates off your walls.

Hands cupping your breast while Jimin continues to fuck into your ass. It feels so warm but feels so good, thumping sounds fill the room and his dick has doubled in size. He furrows his brows with pleasure, "look up, princess, look at how good you look when we fuck you." You are barely hanging on as another orgasm rushes through your body. You cum just as Jimin releases into your ass. His black cloud forms and he now takes his place jerking himself on the bed. Yoongi is now laying on his back and you are facing him, riding his face. You feel the rings and his tongue reaches deeper inside of you.

You spit on your hand and move your hand up and down his beautiful pink hard dick. He hums into your pussy the faster you stroke him. His large fingers circle your swollen clit, "One more time, Cum for me." You started to feel dizzy and nearly blacked out, "I can't." He slaps your face, "Yes, you can." He moans as your hands yank him faster and more erratically. Both of your moans fill the room. He fucks into your hand and his dark eyes glow, while his tongue reaches your cervix. He moves his hand with side-to-side pressure and you release down his throat. He wiggles it faster to drink in all of you. He moans "ahh, good girl," and then his hot cum shoots all over your hand.

His cloud appears and he poofs to his spot and starts to touch himself. Hobi and Jin are up next. You are all dazed out and they stare at you, "Hyung, you think she can handle it? Look, she's all fucked up." Jin laughs, "She signed up for this, you know." You laugh because it's true. You wanted this for so long. Jin is on his back and you sit on his dick and lay down on his chest. Hobi lines up right behind you and smiles, "You ready to be pumped full of our cum. " Their eyes were already black with arousal. You look at the mirror in front of you to see Hobi fucking you. No lube was needed because you were still full of cum from earlier. All of a sudden, SLAP. You yelp, "ouc-" Jin cuts off your moan with a kiss then he continues to slap your face and fuck into your cunt.

Jin whispers, "Your doing amazing, you'll reach paradise soon." Jin grabs your waist and gets into you deeper, "You feel so good... Fuck yn." Hobi grunts "keep looking in the mirror." You start to feel tired drained and over fucked. The room starts to swirl and the colors start to melt together. The two men rub inside all of your sensitive spots and you begin to cry. You three moan in unison and you nearly faint as they chase their high. As you feel their balls hit against your ass, a random burst of energy rushes through you and you start rubbing your clit in circles.

Clenching both of your holes around their rock-hard dicks, they grunt and cum inside you. You began to pant and lay down on Jin's chest and in an instant, they poof away and join the other members jerking in the circle. Joon nestles beside you, his eyes already dark and wild, he asks, "Are you sure you want this?" You moan, "Yes, I need this." He says, "Just know once you go to this place with us... Everything and everyone you know is gone... You may never return." You look down for a moment, "I- I understand." You start to cry, "I hope it's worth it." He laughs, "It will be." Then he removes his boxers. Your eyes grow large and you had a sudden realization. Now you know why he was covered this whole time. He has two big beautiful nine-inch dicks with a prince Albert piercing on one of his heads.

You're not sure how well you can take it, then the rest of your room melts away. You are in that same place with the red and orange glow. But now you are tied into a sex swing, hungry and desperate to feel him... "Fuck me please, Joon. I need it." He blindfolds you and places kisses on your neck, which feels blazing hot to the touch. You feel him at both of your entrances and he holds the bottom of your ass while he's slowly moving his hips so he can plunge into you. His breath hitches, "o-ohh, damn girl.." He makes sure you are ok before he moves faster and faster. You feel a tingle all over your body and scream his name repeatedly as he shows you no mercy.

He then holds your legs in place as he thrust, you feel his ring pressing and rubbing inside your slick walls. You can't take it anymore and start to cry as everyone's cum from earlier drips on the floor. He loves the sight of you crying from pleasure. He pinches your nipples hard and says, "Almost there, you can do this." He pinches harder and the sound of his thighs slapping yours fills the room. He bites the crook of your neck and his deep voice growls, "uhh, uhh...Mmmmm." His brows furrow as his scalding cum releases into your holes. You feel breathless and dizzy. He removes the blindfold and all of bangtan stands over you. Joon flashes an evil smile, showing his dimples, " Welcome to Paradise... We'll start again in 2 minutes."  

[pardi-real]

Tarot of Destiny / Chapter 11 - The One and Only Lord

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Warning: more spoilers

[Maginaria, Earth Temple]

Flure: “My lord. This is the ‘Earth Temple’. It's beautiful, being in the middle of nature... with the rays of light shining through.  Oh, but I'm worried about sunburn... Please stay in the shade as much as possible.”

> “Thank you, Flure”

Flure: “Don’t mention it! Well then, without further ado... Let me convey my feelings to you, my lord. 

Firstly, the tarot card I drew is...  'Judgment' in the ‘upright position’. It seems to have meanings like 'awakening' and 'transformation'... 

When I heard that, I felt a bit happy. I've been struggling with "myself who wants to change but can't." I disliked my weak self... No matter how much I tried to change, I couldn't really change much... 

Honestly, when I was about to give up... I met you, my lord. If I hadn't met you at that time... I might not have been able to reawaken the feelings I was about to give up on...  and would end up… not realizing my new 'strength.' 

Well, not exactly a strength, it was just that I found out how I'm a little good at archery. But thanks to that... I feel like I can finally stand shoulder to shoulder with everyone else...  Of course, I know I still have a long way to go. Anyway, thanks to you, my lord... I could discover my new side. 

It made me really happy to be able to change even a little bit to protect you... I owe my transformation and this feeling of fulfillment to you! Thank you so much! 

Um...  The idea was to reflect on myself and convey the feelings that surfaced... Was what I just said okay…?  What was everyone else saying? 

Ah!  I really shouldn't ask for their feelings... Sorry. I just can't shake off the habit of comparing myself with someone else... I thought I changed, but... it seems I still have a long way to go. 

But the feeling of wanting to help you more than anyone else… that won't easily change.”

> “I'm happy to hear that, Flure”

Flure: “My lord… Fufu... Thank you very much!  I'm not sure if I was of any help... but just being able to make you smile is enough for me! Well then... it's Lato's turn next… …………”

> “What's wrong?”

Flure: “Ah, no... I was just remembering what Mr. Lucas said earlier...  It's quite possible that I might want to just be with you for a while more…”

> “Huh?”

Flure: “N-No! It's nothing at all!  S-So, then... I'll go call Lato!”

Lato: “Yes. Did you call for me?”

*Close-up* Flure: “W-woah! L-Lato...!?”

> "When did he get there...?”

Flure: “H-hold on... Could it be that you've been listening to my conversation all along?”

Lato: “No, I was at a distance until just now. I promised Prof. Miyaji that when others were talking, I'd leave them alone. However... I felt like I heard Flure calling my name, so I came.  I have good ears, after all.”

Flure: “I-I see... Anyway, it's Lato's turn now. I might be at a distance but... you know what you should and shouldn't do, right?”

Lato: “Yes. If you're worried, will you be with us, Flure?”

Flure: “I-It's fine. Lato would probably prefer to be alone with the lord... In exchange... if it takes too long, I'll come to get you, alright?”

Lato: “Kufufu... understood.”

Flure: “Well then, my lord. I'll be off for now…”

Clack… clack… clack…

Lato: “Well… It's just the two of us now, my lord.”

> “Y-Yeah”

Lato: “Kufufu... There's no need to be nervous. As long as I'm here, nothing bad will happen... I won't let anything bad happen to you. 

So, my lord... Please take a look at my card. It's 'Strength' in the ‘reversed position’. In other words, it symbolizes 'insecurity' and 'fear'... 

Don't you think it's a fitting card for me, who was demonized once? I foolishly believed that I had been betrayed by my loved ones… and even attempted to kill them. That was... an incident caused by my weakness.”

> “Lato…”

Lato: “However... it's also a fact that the person I am now is a result of that incident. Facing my past... being liberated from the full moon's curse... it's all thanks to you being there. 

Thank you very much, my lord. You are truly... a mysterious person. There were others I wanted to cherish like family, but... there's no one else I want to be with as much as you. 

My lord... You don't need to fear cards like 'Death.' If someone tries to take you away from me... even if it's the grim reaper itself, I'll destroy it.  And if that's impossible... I'll die with you. You won't feel lonely at all. I won't leave you alone...okay?  Hmm...  That being said... preferably, I'd like you to live for a long time. There are many more things I want to do with you from now on.”

> “Thank you, Lato”

Lato: “Kufufu... I've conveyed my feelings now.  The truth is, I'd like to take you and go somewhere, just the two of us… but Flure believes in me and left us alone.  As his elder brother, I must not betray his trust.

Well then... I'll call for Prof. Miyaji next. Please accept his feelings just as you have accepted mine. There are things that he can't speak to us about, but apparently, he might be able to talk to you about them.”

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[aconknight]

Durotar's quiet was like no other, Orizhki thought. Neither night nor morning, but the starry, early moment when the sky opened wide and the wind swept the heat from the ground. When you could dig your toes into the dirt and hear the land north of Sen'jin awaken, begin to sing: the snuffling of boars, the breeze through the silverleaf, and, far away, the slow wash of ocean water across the beach.

When she had been small, her sister had taken her up onto these hills and turned her chin up to the sky. Long years and distance lay between them now, but out here now Orizhki thought she could all but feel her sister's calloused fingers on her cheek, smell her furs and leathers and peacebloom tea.

It was sobering, really. As a child, her sister had stood so tall in Orizhki's eyes that she had served as her north star. Nowadays Orizhki had to wonder what it was that made grown-ups shine like giants in children's eyes, if there was perhaps some magic that the rest had forgot to teach her. She felt lost and unequal to each task that passed between her hands, and she lay awake at night wondering if she was still a child herself underneath it all, understanding nothing.

"Mom?"

Orizhki stirred from her thoughts and looked down. Garrlok had come over to her knee, his one eye turned up to her.

He, too, slept little. A year ago he had come to Orizhki as a foundling from Brackenwall, and none from the Stonemaul clan knew who had left him in the marsh. Matron Battlewail had sent a missive to her about the boy, knowing then — as did most of the tribe, the busybodies — that Orizhki was childless.

"He cannot sleep at night and sneaks out to read, much like someone I used to know," she had written, underlining someone in a long, dark slant that ticked up towards the end. "It has been some time since you took a wife. Krog and Draz'Zilb remember your brave deeds and have asked for you by name. Come and meet the boy."

They had sent the Brackenwall flightmaster, Shardi, up with the child by wind rider, and she had lingered in Orgrimmar to speak with Orizhki and the matron. It was Shardi who had sewn Garrlok his little book, a colorful replica of a mage's tome with a quilted cover and a handful of embroidered linen pages. Garrlok had been using it as a pillow when Orizhki had first arrived at the orphanage.

"I would take him in myself, if I had the means," Shardi had said regretfully over a steaming cup of tea; she and Orizhki had walked to Miwana's Longhouse that day to talk out of earshot of the little ones. "He likes magic, Orizhki. He keeps insisting that poor Tosamina read him the same story about the ogre magi and the magic wolf night after night."

"I know that one," Orizhki had told her. "My sister told me it many a time herself."

Shardi had given her a knowing look. "Maybe it's faaaaate."

"You just want a lok'amon to sing."

"Faaaaaate, Orizhki!"

"But maybe it's not fate," Orizhki had said. "Surely Ekinka and I are too young to be mothers — too young, too stupid. Are there no ready women in the Marsh?"

"You know the plight of the Stonemaul," Shardi had said, and her earlier playfulness had faded with a shake of her head. "And with all those spiders near, well, you've seen them."

"Mm."

"Zanara swears she's seen them make a meal out of a grown orc. Garrlok would be just a snack."

Orizhki had still not forgotten those marsh spiders. She had faced demons, the dead, and dragons all in battle, yet it was those stupid darkmist spiders that woke her in the night. She wondered from time to time if Garrlok had seen them, too; if they crept into his dreams, too. It had been a year since she and Ekinka had taken the boy in, and he still struggled to sleep.

It was why she had thought to take him up on the hills just outside Razor Hill at this hour to see the stars. The two had flown out on her magic carpet, Garrlok still with his plush book, oft-mended and faded by use, but Orizhki had to hold him by the hand until they had touched down safely to the ground. Once he had clung to her leg everywhere they had gone, his face buried in the fur of her boots. Now he had already scampered up the rocks.

"I can get all the way up this rock!" he called back to her now, waving. "And this one, Hand-Mom! And this one!"

"Be careful, kiddo," Orizhki said. She sent her staff up ahead and closed the distance between Garrlok and her with a few moments of careful climbing.

"And this one!"

He was bouncing in place when she gained the topmost rock and drew level with him, more slowly now. For all the knowledge and wisdom of age, her knees had nothing on his.

"Everyone's asleep!" he told her excitedly, pointing at the roofs visible below them. "They're all beddy-bye. Like Song-Mom."

They had first taught Garrlok to tell them apart when he needed to by their clans; Ekinka with the Warsong and Orizhki herself with the Shattered Hand.

"They are indeed all in bed, Song-Mom included." Orizhki said. She knelt to rub a smudge from his cheek with her thumb. "She's been very sleepy lately. You've been very good to not wake her up to play with you while she's resting."

"She's sad sometimes," Garrlok said. He looked down at his feet, raised a chubby little hand to touch Orizhki's own. "It makes me sad too."

"I know, peanut. Sometimes grown-ups are sad," Orizhki said quietly. She moved her hand from his cheek to his chin, and gently turned his face back up again. "But it's okay to be sad. Look, all of the stars are out tonight."

"Wow ..."

She let him slip out of her hands and look up, up, up to the violet stretch of stars.-

"You know," she said, settling a bit more on the hill, "I once fell down one of these hills when I was small myself. Tore up my leggings and both my knees. Gave my sister a right scare."

"Your sister Takta?"

"Mhm."

He was still looking around. "Was she mad?"

"No. No, she was proud. Takta said that I could only fall down that far because I made it up the rock further than I had ever done before."

"Like me!"

"Yes. Like you." Orizhki smiled, though it still brought her a measure of pain. "Okay, well, maybe she was a bit mad about the leggings. But you can't let leggings stand between you and adventure, Garrlok."

"Was Song-Mom mad?"

"No, I didn't know your other mom then."

She watched him walk a few steps with his head bent back, gazing at the peaks and clouds about them.

"We're up so high, Mom," he said in wonder.

"You bet we are," she said. "This is the best place in the world."

He beamed at her, all sorrows quite forgotten. "We can see everything from up here!"

"Oh, kiddo," she said. "Yeah. You bet we can."

[alucid-dreamer]

❝𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒏 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔.. 𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝑰 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅❞

𖤓.𖥔 ݁ ˖𝐌𝐲 𝐒𝐮𝐧.𖥔 ݁ ˖𖤓

Protologue

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Tw: This is a fanfic with multiple chapters and parts. It will contain [Heavily descriptive Violence, Descriptive blood, Fem Reader, Spoilers of KNY/Demon Slayer, & Smut (in later parts)]

Paring: ᐟᐟ Slayer!Tanjiro × Succubus!Reader ᐟᐟ

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: ❝Muzan decideded to try something new. Instead of bloodlust. A Demon with Lust. You turn against him. And fall you for, A Human..?❞

A/N: OMG, THIS TOOM WAY LONGER THAN I EXPECTED<3, but I'm proud of this !! I'm gonna say this series is gonna be part-time. So when I have motivation to write I'll write for this. BUT IM WORKING ON CHAPTER 1 !! But let me stop. I like this. I'm proud of it. Hope you like it!!

Word count: 1.8k+ words

Running through the woods. Her heart was pounding as the snow crunched under her feet. The ringing in her ear became overwhelming as she collapsed to the ground crawling. Before her eyes became heavy. "It's ok.. I'll help you.."

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It was a normal day for you. Wake up, go outside and chop wood, grab water from the lake, take a shower and chop yourself some wood, go down to the local village, sell the wood, and go back home with some extra wood. But this time it felt off. Every Time you went outside you felt..

Watched. Like someone's eyes were on you. Walking up the mountain the sun setting as the sound of crunchy snow was under your feet. The sun being gone you felt uneasy, noises all around you that you could feel. As you made it back home you set the wood down outside before feeling something behind you.

You quickly turned around fumbling to the ground as you looked around quickly seeing nothing. Your breathing becomes uneven quickly. Something felt awful. But you couldn't tell what it was. You felt something. It wasn't familiar feeling–

You coughed as you felt someone grab you by the neck. Your legs are swinging, kicking. Trying to get this person away from you. "You're quite the beauty.." It sounded like a man. His hands were cold. Like the snow.

You struggled as he dropped you to the ground. Holding your neck and breathing you felt something poke you "Let's see if this will finally work" the male said. You began to shake uncontrollably as you tried to move.

"Now that I've given you so much of my blood, let's see if you can actually survive on just lust," the man said. He was speaking nonsense. What does he mean? Is he insane? You thought to yourself as you scurried away

You hurried crawling, trying to get away from this monster. Feeling whatever he inserted inside you coursing through your veins. You got on your feet quickly looking at the man. Scarlett red eyes looked back at you piercing through your body. You shook as you turned around Running

That's how you got into this situation. Laying on the cold snow as someone was in front of yelling at that monster.

Your body went limp. Your body felt weak. But strong at the same time. You tried to open your eyes one last time to see a red head crouching next to you. Your breathing was heavy as he looked back at you.

The monster being gone. "Are you ok?" He quickly asked as he stood next to your side. You cried as you began to yell "Monster! He! Did this to me!" You yelled. Your voice is raspy and dry. you felt your body become hot.

"What's your name..?" He asked as he petted your arm "..Y-Y/n" you said softly as your eyes got heavy and he held onto you. "It's okay. I'll help you.." he said as you closed your eyes. Feeling your heart thump faster as you drifted into slumber

You slowly awaken to a room. You looked around, seeing an empty room. 'Why were you here?' 'What is this place?' 'Where is your home?' 'Why is it so dark?' 'Why is my head pounding?'. You scurry around before feeling footsteps come closer to the room you were in. You back into a corner quickly, panicking; only to see the same red-haired boy that saved you.

"It's okay. I come in peace" he said softly. Like a whisper. His voice sounded so warm and fuzzy. So comforting. He slowly walked over to you, kneeling down in front of you. You hugged your knees

"hey.. it's ok.." he said as he reached out to you. His voice makes you feel fuzzy and calm. He sounded so sweet.... You slowly looked at him up and down. You unfolded your legs and crawled over to his lap sitting in his arms

"Can you still speak..?" He said. You nodded your head "mmhn" you hummed as he held you in his arms. He's different.. when you touched his arm.. you felt warmth, like pure warmth. He automatically made you feel safe.

With you only touching his arms. You opened your mouth to speak but decided to stay quiet. "My name is Tanjiro Kamado.." he started off with as he petted your head "I'm part of the demon slayer corps.." you've heard of that before

You never really got more information than they protect humans from 'Demons' which you believed in..

You nodded in understanding "And from your scent.. You're also a demon" he said as he looked at you and you looked at him wide-eyed and in disbelief. Your bottom lip shivered as you felt tears well in your eyes

'No no no..' You thought to yourself. A demon..? How could you..? Was that what that monster meant? For you to be a demon. . .?

"But I won't hurt you..!" He said quickly to calm you down. You nodded as you buried your face in his chest. You let out quiet sniffles as he rubbed your back to calm you down

"Don't worry. Your scent is different. You won't hurt anyone.. you're- you're and innocent person" he smiled as you slowly stopped crying and looked up at him

"You're safe along as you're with me.." he said as he looked down at you. You nodded as you closed your eyes. You are feeling light headed. You felt as he laid you down in the same corner away from the window as he stood up. You watched as he left, giving you a goodnight. You smiled softly as you drifted to sleep

Y/n stood in front of a box. Tanjiro next to you. She looked at him with a confused blank expression as she looked back at the box. "D-Don't worry! She's shy!" He tapped in the box again "Nezuko! It's someone I want you to meet! A new friend" he softly spoke. The door to the brown box opened slowly as a tiny girl with black hair popped her head out of the box

Y/N had stars twinkle in her eyes as she saw the tiny girl. Tanjiro’s sister. Oo! It was so cute! Y/n quickly hugged Nezuko as the small girl had a confused look on her face. Y/n looked quickly putting Nezuko down. Y/n let out her hand for Nezuko to shake. Y/n saw her look at Tanjiro, him giving her a nod as she crawled on Y/n's lap. She smiled softly as she petted the smaller girl's head.

“She’s very pretty..” She said softly, finally opening her mouth. Tanjiro smiled as he nodded. He opened his mouth to ask her the next question. “Do you think you can shrink like her..?” he asked, and you looked at him with a confused face. Nezuko looked up at her older brother. “Can you show her what I mean..?” he asked. Nezuko looked at her brother and nodded as she moved away from Y/n's lap quickly

She let her arms open out as she shrunk smaller than what she was before. Now she was like the size of your leg! Y/N looked at Tanjiro. She looked back at Nezuko before standing up and trying her best. She shut her eyes and felt her legs shorten as she quickly opened her eyes again to see she was the size of nezuko. She ran to nezuko, hugging her tightly as nezuko hugged her back. Tanjiro clapped his hands and laughed softly. “Ok, now, let's get you two in the box” he said as he opened the box wide. Nezuko held onto my hand and she guided me to the box. Tanjiro grabbed an extra bamboo muzzle just like Nezuko handed it to her. y/n put it on like nezuko and clapped her hands together “Good girl!” Tanjiro said, praising her. She felt her stomach twist as he closed the box. She turned to see Nezuko nuzzling into her. Y/N a smile crept onto her face as she closed her eyes and slept with Nezuko

Y/N shook as she saw the scene before her. Tanjiro was fighting a demon as Nezuko was fighting another. Lady Tamayo was helping Yushiro as his top head was missing. She was scared. Being a coward! But she didn't know what to do- did she move? Should she stay still? Before she could get up Lady Tamayo grabbed her hand softly as she led her downstairs. She sat down and waited for Tanjiro as Nezuko ran around in a playful mood. She smiled at Nezuko as she played with Nezuko. Playing tag.

She saw Tanjiro and walked to him, hugging him tightly. Nezuko booped her on her back and Y/n chased after her.

She heard Yushiro speak up to Tanjiro. "Why is she so quiet.. you've said she has talked to you, correct?" He asked Tanjiro. Tanjiro looked at me

"She just.. stays quiet. Around Me and Nezuko she talks but I guess she just talks to the ones she's close to.." he said as he watched me and Nezuko run is circles

Tyshuro hummed in understanding as he crossed his arms. "Both of these Demons seem special.." Lady Tamayo. Tanjiro looked at her in confusion

"What do you mean..?" He asked as he looked at Lady Tamayo. "Nezuko is your sister correct?" She asked again. Tanjiro nodded "But Y/n is not?" He nodded again. "So it is impossible for them to be the same" Yushiro said quickly "She didn't sleep as long as your sister. If she doesn't drink blood. Then how can she replenish herself?" Yushiro finished

Tanjiro looked at Y/N and Nezuko, Nezuko under Y/N. Y/N playing with Nezuko's hair

"I.. really don't know.." he said looking back at Lady Tamayo and Yushiro

"But I'm sure I'll figure it out," He said as she got up. Lady Tamayo nodded. She opened her mouth and offered Tanjiro. "What if. I will take Y/N and Nezuko with us..?" She said, She continued trying to maybe convince Tanjiro to let her take Y/N and Nezuko. Y/N looked at them. She stood up with Nezuko's hand in hers, taking her over to Tanjiro. They stood next to Tanjiro side by side grabbing onto his hands and squeezing it slightly in a comforting way

"Thank you, Ms Tamayo. But they both will be staying with me…" he started off "Nothing is never gonna break us apart" he said as he looked at her and Nezuko. Ms Tamayo smiled softly as Tanjiro told them to run in the box. Y/N and Nezuko felt him pick them up in the box. As he began to walk. She felt Nezuko fall asleep on her. She stayed awake listening to Tanjiro speak. She smiled softly as she closed her eyes and fell asleep

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[mimisempai]

You make everything better

Summary

It's one of those bad days, which is bad enough in itself, but when on top of that Crowley sees Aziraphale laughing with Mr. Brown, he wonders if his angel wouldn't be better off with someone bright like him.

Notes

Just a little self-doubt and an opportunity for the angel to reaffirm his feelings for his demon.

On Ao3

Rating G -  1246 words

It was one of those days.

As soon as he opened his eyes, Crowley knew it.

It was going to be one of those days when he didn't feel like doing anything, saying anything.

When all he wanted to do was sleep and get to tomorrow.

But he got up anyway.

Not because he felt he had to, but simply because the only person who could bring him comfort on such a day was probably one floor below, leafing through his precious books.

Crowley knew with certainty that he wouldn't have to say anything.

Nor would he have to explain his state of mind, his lack of energy, his mood.

He would just lie on the sofa and Aziraphale would not question him.

For Aziraphale was the only one who knew.

The one who knew him better than anyone else in the universe.

So as he walked down the stairs, just imagining that familiar scene made Crowley feel a little better.

At least until he reached the bookshop.

It wasn't until he was near the sofa that he realized the angel wasn't there.

There was a small note on the coffee table.

He took it and read it.

I’m running an errand and going to Maggie's

I'll be back soon.

A.

The demon sighed, grabbed the blanket on the back of the sofa, and was about to sit down when his gaze was drawn to the familiar figure of his angel chatting with Mr. Brown in the middle of the street.

They were engaged in what appeared to be an animated conversation and Aziraphale suddenly laughed.

As Crowley watched in fascination as the angel laughed with someone other than himself, all he could think was that maybe this was the kind of person Aziraphale should be with. Someone bubbly and kind, someone bright.

In short, not someone like him.

Of course, Crowley tried to tell himself rationally that he was wrong. 

That Aziraphale had shown him more than once how he felt about him.

Even told him more than once how much he loved him.

But no matter how hard the demon fought the dark thoughts he knew were connected to his current state, he couldn't shake the idea.

His throat tightened, he curled up on the sofa, hoping to fall asleep as soon as possible and wake up tomorrow.

"Crowley?"

He must have managed to fall asleep because he was awakened by the sound of Aziraphale's voice and a light touch on his cheek.

He opened his eyes as he felt the angel sitting next to him on the sofa.

He saw the look of concern on his face as he was gently asked, "Are you all right, my love?"

Crowley shook his head slowly and murmured, "It's one of those days."

Aziraphale hummed and said quietly, "I see."

The demon expected him to get up and leave him alone, respecting what Crowley wanted on such a day. But as if sensing that this time was different, the angel remained seated and, stroking his cheek gently with the back of his fingers, asked thoughtfully, "Is there anything I can do for you?"

Just as the demon was about to shake his head, his mouth ran faster than his mind and he replied, "Stay with me and hold me. "

What possessed him to say that?

As if this kind of day wasn't already a burden for the Angel, now Crowley was getting clingy on top of it.

He opened his mouth to take back his words, but Aziraphale put a finger to his lips and said softly, "Before you start telling me that you don't want this because you think you're a burden, let me tell you that I'll be happy to do it if that's what you really want. So I ask you, is this what you want? Is this what you need?"

Crowley wanted to argue that he didn't need to be coddled, but he didn't have the strength to do so in the face of the angel's open, loving gaze.

He didn't feel like denying what he craved most right now.

So he nodded slowly, but Aziraphale shook his head and said softly, "No, I want to hear you say it."

Crowley sighed and whispered, "Yes, that's what I want, Angel."

Once the words were out of his mouth, he realized he'd needed to say them as much as Aziraphale needed to hear them.

The angel leaned over him and pressed a tender kiss to his forehead before standing.

"I'm going to close the bookshop, I've decided that today will be a day off. " 

Even though the bookshop's hours were more than erratic, it still touched Crowley to the core that Aziraphale would do this just for him.

Then, as he straightened up on the sofa, the angel returned and sat down beside him before opening his arms for Crowley to snuggle into.

He did so immediately as Aziraphale covered them with the blanket, tightening his arms around him as Crowley rested his head on his shoulder, burying his face in the hollow of the angel's neck.

Aziraphale gave a long kiss to his hair and asked softly, "Is that all right?"

Crowley hummed as he nodded his head against the angel's chest, and they remained so entwined in silence for a long moment until the angel asked gently, "Did something special happen to make you like this?"

"You mean me being clingy."

Aziraphale gave him a little tap on the shoulder and retorted, "Idiot, that's not what I mean. It's just that I can't help but notice that this isn't your usual way of handling a day like this."

Nestled safely in the angel's arms, Crowley didn't feel like hiding his feelings and told him what had made him react the way he did today.

When he finished, Aziraphale tightened his arms around him and replied softly, "I'm not going to tell you that you're a fool for believing for a moment that someone like him would be better for me than you. I know the irrationality of what one can feel at times like this."

He grabbed Crowley's chin and raised his face to his, looking into his eyes and saying softly, "But let me correct you, my love, okay? You're saying I'd be better suited to someone more bubbly, nice, and what again? Brighter. First of all, you're the one I love, and yes, even if you're not particularly bubbly today. Secondly, your kindness has nothing to envy Mr. Brown's, by far. And finally, who said you weren't bright? What's brighter than those beautiful golden pupils or that bright red hair?"

Crowley muttered, "You know I didn't mean that."

Aziraphale, still holding the demon's chin in his hand, nodded and replied, "I know. But you're bright. You're my light, my love. When I'm in doubt, when I don't know which way to go, you're the one I look up to. I always have. You made me open my eyes to the reality of our sides. You push me forward when I don't feel good about myself. You made me believe in myself. That's what being bright means to me."

He didn't let the demon protest and leaned his face into his, sealing his words with a tender, lingering kiss.

When they parted a few moments later, Crowley rested his head on the angel's shoulder, and they remained entwined in silence.

Maybe this wasn't one of those bad days after all.

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