#it wouldn't be the first time an angel fell in love with a human so... Probably not a war but something veery bad

[sinclairdoll]

Imagine being an angel who fell in love with Baldwin.

(I've written something, but i will not write anything more, so if anyone is interesting, just go)

Baldwin was inside his chambers when a bright light appeared for him. He tried to protect his eyes with his hands, but the white light was too bright. When the King finally opened his eyes, he was confused, more than anything, confused to see that feminine looking being with 6 wings and a white dress covering her body. Baldwin watched as you tried to walk but fell on the floor. Even against all his logic, he came to help you stand up. As fragile as he was, he still helped you stand. 

“Who are you” He asked, mesmerized by your angelic beauty.

“I am… One of the guardians of benevolence… An angel, an servant of the Father."

“But… That can't be” Even with your wings on display for him to see you, it was still unbelievable. 

You waved your wings, looking at him with a frown. 

“I am who i am. If you don't believe me, that is a shame, Baldwin.” 

[s1m0nth3swag]

Francis Mosses x GN!Reader

AUTHORS NOTE; Haven't written in a while, but thanks to Arlo, a friend (Hi Arlo, I know you're reading this), Inspiration about Francis Mosses struck (he bought me That's not my neighbor and then continued to freak out about Francis with me) so I wrote this. I have so many thoughts about Francis, so... tell me if you want more because i will deliver ngl. Enjoy (or don't, I don't dictate your feelings)

WARNINGS/ CONTENT INFO; Porn with little to no plot, Submissive Francis, a little non-consensual at the start (but not in a super weird way, imo?), Gender neutral reader (no pronouns used, tried to write as GN as possible with the compliments and thoughts about Readers appearance), not proofread nor have I thought about this much, more a drabble than an actual thoughtful story (not apologising because I had such a long break from writing anything and obviously it's gonna suck a little when I come back)

NSFW UNDER THE CUT!

The first time Francis had realised that he hadn't gotten any touch from another human being was when someone brushed up against him on his way home from work. He had felt like a creep afterwards because he hadn't stopped thinking about what could've happened if the person hadn't moved away and had just stayed pressed against him. That was a week before you started your job as a doorman.

The second time Francis had noticed was when a friend of his had spoken to him on the phone, talking about his new girlfriend. Said friend gave too much intel on their sex life. Francis had wondered if he could have someone the way his friend explained - he quickly brushed the thought off. That was two days before you started working as a doorman.

The third time, he noticed when you had smiled at him. It was your first day, and he was tired from work. You had repeated his name after reading it off of his ID, and he had looked at you for the first time since his eyes kept falling closed, and you smiled so brightly. You had told him his name was nice, and you said it again. Francis swore that the way his name rolled off your tongue was the most beautiful thing he's ever heard. Not even an angel could sound more wonderful. Suddenly, he was a lot more energised. Totally not thanks to the fact that he had immediately grown hard the second he had seen your smile. He had gone to his apartment that night and had jerked off for the first time in probably months. He had always been too tired to previously, but now he couldn't stop thinking about how you'd sound moaning his name. Maybe you were more of a groaner, or you'd whimper and whine. He came as he imagined how you'd look sucking his dick.

Since then, Francis has always looked forward to entry checks. What had normally kept him away from his bed and a good night's sleep was now the best experience of his day. He loved the way you spoke to him even though he was too nervous to respond. Sometimes, he deliberately didn't show his ID at first, just so you'd ask about it, and he could listen to you talk a little more. He felt guilty about it. He knew you had never agreed to feed into this weird little obsession of his. It was awful of him to do this - have you talk to him enough to give him more scenarios to think about that night.

A few weeks after all this had started, Francis had built up the courage to finally ask you out. Just something simple, dinner at his place. He had to cook for himself all the time. Cooking for you as well wouldn't be too different, right?

Francis was wrong. He was anxious that the food wouldn't taste good and kept tasting it just so he could make sure it hadn't mysteriously switched tastes in the last 20 seconds. When you knocked on his door, he took a minute to make sure he didn't look like a mess - though you wouldn't mind either way since he always looked like a mess when he came through during your shifts.

You looked so good when he opened the door. Your hair fell perfectly, your lips looked a little too kissable, and Francis had to stop his train of thought just so he wouldn't embarrass himself by having yet another boner caused by just the way you looked. You were a little shorter than him, smiling up as he let you inside.

"You look good." He mumbled, his cheeks flushing. He seriously had to lay off thinking like a high-schooler. His nervousness and awkwardness were getting really annoying - to him, at least. You grinned, chuckling softly as you took off your shoes. "Thank you. You do as well." His heart for sure burst at that - he knew something else would burst as well if he didn't stop thinking right this second.

Throughout the evening, ignoring his thoughts came easier and easier. The two of you had eaten, you had told him he was a good cook, he had almost excused himself to the bathroom because of it. Now you were sitting on the couch, drinking wine and talking casually.

"You know, when you first walked through, I swore I would die." You giggled, looking at him with a mischievous look. Francis was confused by that statement. "How come?" He asked, tilting his head at you in question. "I was sure you were a doppelganger. You looked too handsome to be real." You cheekily answered, cheeks slightly flushed as you downed your wine. Francis blushed heavily, looked away from you, and thought about your words for a moment. The silence was loud as he wondered what to answer. "..you think I'm handsome?" He questioned while looking at the floor. If he had looked at you, he'd have seen the way you stared at him, your own cheeks coloured a deep red. "Extremely." You muttered. It took him a minute before he could look at you, but when he did, his lips pressed against yours in a desperate kiss.

When you reciprocated, Francis groaned and pulled you closer until you sat on his lap. He was just a tiny bit embarrassed when you gasped and felt his dick press against you. In all honesty, he had held back the entire night, and he was allowed a little selfishness. "Sorry. Can't help it." He muttered between kisses. You just grinned against his lips before grinding against him. A whimper fell from his lips - that was the moment he was actually embarrassed. "That's cute.." You had mumbled, a cheeky grin on your face as you started placing kisses against his jaw and neck. One of your hands trailed down his body to rest right over his crotch, Francis unconsciously bucked his hips up against your hand, whining. He didn't notice anything else as you caught the skin of his neck with your teeth carefully, leaving the softest bite mark on him. He shuddered at the feeling and gasped before realising that you had meanwhile unzipped his pants. A groan slipped from his lips as you ran a finger over his dick, still hidden from sight by his boxers, but god knows he would cum the second you'd touch it without. "Is this okay?" You asked him, and he nodded faster than he even knew he could. "Yes. God, yes. Please, please continue.." he muttered, his breathing heavy as he watched you slide off his lap, settling in front of him and between his legs. His dick twitched at the sight, and he let out a heavy sigh. Minutes later, his pants and boxers were discarded, and the way you looked up at him, his dick so close to your face, made Francis feel the way his orgasm was approaching way too quick. The second you wrapped your hand around him he whined pathetically, bucked up into your hand and knew that he'd definitely cum too soon. Your hand was so soft, cool against his hot flesh, and you worked his dick so good he almost thought you were a professional. He looked down at you through lidded eyes, watched the way you bit your lip, and grinned knowingly. "Such a pretty boy, huh?" You chuckled, and that definitely sealed the deal for Francis. He came, probably ruining his shirt as he dirtied both it and your hand. His heart stopped for a second when you licked your hand while looking up at him. "You didn't give me enough time to taste you properly. Don't look at me like that." You huffed, rolling your eyes at him. "You should probably take off your shirt so you can clean it later." You then winked. He swiftly shed the piece of clothing, entranced by your voice and the way you looked. "Sorry, didn't mean to cum that fast.." he mutters, his voice out of breath. "Jus'.. unused to... this.." he added, clearing his throat awkwardly. You laughed and shook your head. "Don't worry about it. We have all the time in the world to make you last longer. I'm gonna give you a real reason to be tired tomorrow." You winked.

Francis didn't even mind that he was in for a long night.

Your honour I am gnawing at the bars of my enclosure.

[maiko-san]

Catnap + Dogday x Reader ( Part 5 )

<<< Part 4 , Part 6 >>>

Relationship : Fluff

Warning : ⚠️ Mention of blood / gore, human experiments ⚠️

Plot : You were sleeping until you woke up and realised you weren't in the infirmary anymore

Catnap has made his decision, he decides to pay you a visit. Even if it is just a mere minute.

This is the only time he disobeyed The Prototype, surely his god would understand, right?

He had pleaded The Prototype to spare you out of all humans in the facility.

The Prototype accepted it but he won't assure about your survival during the massacre. Whatever happens to you will be Catnap's responsibility.

How about he convince you to join him? To be in the team and follow The Prototype?

It makes Catnap feel happy at the thought of the person he loves joining the team.

Just you and him, might even Dogday if he ever joined the group.

Wait...What if you refuse? Surely you wouldn't, right? If you refuse then he will force you. Yeah, definitely because he wants you safe.

Even it means dragging you down to the deepest and darkest of the Playtime Co, just to keep you safe.

As soon Catnap reaches the infirmary, he peeks his head in the room only to find it empty.

"...Star?"

You weren't in the room, where could you have gone to? Then, his nose picks up a familiar scent.

No...it cannot be.

His pupils dilate as he quickly crawls through the vents and makes his way towards the laboratory.

.

.

.

.

.

You hear voices around you which causes you to wake up.

All you see was the white ceiling instead of the colourful ones, you tried to move your body but you couldn't.

"You're finally awake"

You turn your head to the source and see one of the higher ups, a man in lab coat. You've seen him before but where...?

.....

If you remember correctly, you've seen him in the organisation chart and also on the papers you always work on.

"Dr. Sawyer...?"

"Oh, so you know me... interesting"

In his hand, he held a clipboard. He jotted something on the paper before looking down on you.

You are confused.

What's happening?

Where are you? What is this place? Why are you....here?

"I'm sure you have a lot of questions on your mind. You are in the Bigger Body Initiative programming room"

"Bigger...Body Initiative?"

"We've been monitoring you for quite a long time, now. It's quite hard to find someone that is compatible with our program. We have finally found a suitable host for our newest mascot, you are...perfect"

"Host...m-mascot? W-what are you saying?!"

You have to escape. If you stay you will never know what they will do to you!

Then, the metal doors before you open and came in a doll....

An angel doll with a pair of wings and a golden halo on top of her head, the doll is very beautiful like an angel as it is.

"All the children needed now is an angel to protect them, guide them and help the Playtime Co flourish. Your personality will become handy and guide the children to a better future for the company"

Every word he's saying, you don't like it one bit....

Dr. Sawyer leaves the room, saying you should get accustomed to the doll first.

You begin tugging on the belt on your wrist but they are too tight. You stare up at the ceiling above you.

You cannot escape....

You don't have anything on you to help you escape.

You slowly take in your surroundings, there is a table next to you full of operating equipment, which makes you pale.

Are they going to dissect you and sell your organs?!

Hell no!

"Help! Please!"

You cried out for help, though your voice fell into deaf ears. Tears start pouring out from your eyes, is this how you will die?

Plap, plap, plap.

Your ears pick up a pitter patter on the floor, you look down only to see a plush version of Catnap staring up at you with its beady black eyes.

Did...the plush just....moved?

Then, it tilts its head causing you to flinch in surprise.

The plush begins to climb on the table and hops on to you, you begin to panic and close your eyes, waiting for the pain to come.

Clack!

The straps on your wrists were loose and you open your eyes to see Catnap plush gnawing on the leather strap on your ankle.

Freeing you.

With your hands free, you quickly unstrap the belt on your other leg and hop off the bed. You walk over to the door but it won't open.

"F*ck!"

You begin to look around and notice a vent but it's high up, you can't reach it even if you climb on the table.

What are you going to do?!

You feel a soft tap on your ankle and you look down to see Plushnap, nudging your leg before pointing up at the vent.

You told it you can't reach it.

Then, Plushnap does a throwing motion before holding out its tail and stretches it with its paws.

It doesn't take you long to know what it was thinking.

Now, you hold Plushnap with your strong hand as the toy wraps its tail tightly around your wrist.

"Are you ready, buddy?"

*nods*

You give your best swing and throw Plushnap towards the vent as it tail stretches like a rope, the toy grabs hold on to the vent door as you begin to tug on its tail.

The vent door snaps open as you watch Plushnap crawl into the ventilation system, before you know it. You feel yourself being hoisted up.

How can a plush pull a full grown adult?!

Once you enter the vent, you feel arms dragging you and your face slams into rough fur.

That smells like lavender.

"Catnap?"

"Star....are you alright?"

You pull yourself off from the tight embrace and meet face to face with Catnap.

Before you could question him, he bites the back of your gown, holding you like you are a kitten and begins to crawl fast through the vents. ( you were so close to slip out of the hospital gown since it's just a piece of thin cloth )

"Catnap! W-what's happening and what is this place?!"

"....Not now, must.....get you... somewhere safe...stay quiet or...they'll hear us .."

Even though Catnap crawls through the vents fast, he doesn't make too much noise thanks to his soft paws and being lightweight unlike the other smiling critters. He was built to be silent so he doesn't wake up the sleeping orphans while he does his patrols in the night.

You look through the gap of the vent doors to see people in lab coats.

Who are these people? You know they have a science department but....these people are.....different.

Then, your eyes widen when you pass a vent door. You see a dissected body of a child....

Your hand slaps your mouth, you were horrified at the sight. Next to the dissected body is a bloody toy that has organs in it.

Are they...putting human organs into toys?

What kind of madness is this?

Are they...no, are they using the orphans for sick experiments?!

All the sudden, the alarm went off.

"Did they know?!"

"....No"

"Containment has been breached. Experiment 1006 has breached containment. All personnel please evacuate immediately and go towards the nearest evacuation centre, this is not a drill. I repeat, this is not a drill"

Catnap then tosses you over his shoulder as you wrap your arms around his neck.

"Hold...me...tight...."

The feline slams his paw on the vent door and jumps down on the ground.

You see people running around and being attacked by....the toys.

Your eyes widen in horror at the sight of the toys biting and clawing onto the scientists, tearing and pulling on their skin. You could see flesh and muscles, even bones!

There's so much....blood.

Suddenly, something covers your face and it was a mask. You try to pry it off but something doesn't let you do so.

"Must...wear mask..."

Catnap said into your ears, you see a thick cloud of red smoke coming out from his mouth and it begins to fill the entire hallway.

Some of the scientists begin to drop down after they inhale the red smoke. You watch as the toys begin to bite down on their motionless body like a pack of hungry hyenas.

You were breathing heavily at the horrific sight, the small toys had come to life and kills everyone.

You can hear bloodcurdling screams in the distance, some were calling for help.

Catnap's eyes look at your form, he can see your pale face through the mask and your entire body shaking like a leaf. He has to do something, he didn't expect it happen now.

Maybe ...using the red smoke on you could help you...just a little whiff.

He can manipulate your dream, yeah. He makes sure that everything was a nightmare.

Yes, he will do it.

"Catnap?"

You feel the mask loosen and the smell of the red smoke begins to enter your airway. Then, you start to feel drowsy and the next thing you know.

Everything turns black.

A/n : I'm sorry for not updating for a long time, I had a writer's block for the past days. I apologise for that 😭. I know this is a short chapter and I will do better next time, I hope this stupid a** writer's block goes away soon.

For those who send me asks, I will answer them soon.

[hikarry]

I'm not really on the team that swears to Jesus and beyond that Crowley lost his memories after the Fall. Yes, of course, he forgot some stuff because, ya know, he has been alive for more than 6000 years and if I don't remember what I ate for lunch yesterday, Satan knows he won't remember every single second of his life, but he remembers the important things

"Ah, but what about him not remembering fighting alongside FurFur or building the thingy with Saraqael?"

Love, I give you two options:

Those are either some of the stuff he didn't consider important enough to remember OR he is just straight up fucking with them. He does remember, but why reveal it if playing dumb sometimes is good in the long run? Might be useful

Alas, I don't know, but I will die on the hill that he does remember

Which means he most probably remembers meeting Aziraphale. Not because Aziraphale was "important" at the time per se, or because it was love at first sight (because it wasnt, not for him. Bro was so focused on the nebula he didnt even introduce himself when Aziraphale did. He threw him a "Right. Nice to meet ya. Anyway, nebula time!"), but because he was there when Crowley created the nebula and, as he said, he had been waiting for that moment since "well, always". It's an important moment for him, so he remembers. Aziraphale just so happened to be present

I don't know if that was the only interaction they had in Heaven or not (and that's not the point I'm trying to get to so I will ignore that problem for a later post, maybe), but when the now Demon Crawley was sent up to the Garden, he did remember Aziraphale. That's why he approached him

Cmon, Crowley isn't stupid. Of course he wouldn't approach an angel on the wall just willy nilly and make conversation. He didn't know Aziraphale had given away the flaming sword yet. Just approaching an angel from behind and morph into a demon next to him out of nowhere could be a death sentence. Or at least an A Line for a good smitting

Yet, he did it. He had at least 3 other angels to choose from but he approached the angel that he remembered from back in the beginning that was kind enough to help him with the engine of the nebula. Hell! I even bet this was not the first time they saw each other in the Garden!

Bet they've seen and observed each other from afar a few times while they interacted with the humans (yes, cause I believe Crawley, before tempting Eve, tried to gain her trust. It's easier to listen to a friend than a random snake) or just around the Garden really.

That's why Aziraphale didn't get surprised when Crawley showed up at the wall, because he knew the demon snake had been around the Garden for a while. He probably even recognized him as the former Star Maker and hoped he was still a little bit of his old self so he allowed himself to engage in conversation

Anyhow, another clue? This:

He remembers how Heaven works. He remembers he was a high ranking angel. Satan, he remembers the bloody passwords!

Do you know what else he remembers?

Cause they didn't throw that line in there for nothing. No, gents. Cmon. Nothing is random in Good Omens

He knows who he was. He remembers being the Star Maker that hung the stars in the sky

He remembers why he fell, for goodness sake

And the fact that he remembers everything makes all of it so much more tragic, doesn't it? He remembers his life before the Fall, his supposed friends that dragged him into the pit with them, what Her love felt like, the "mistakes" he made that led to his Fall

And it must have hurt. It must have hurt so much when he found himself in a pit of boiling sulfur with his wings completely burned and without Her love because he remembered it all. He must have been so bloody confused for so long

He might have regretted it. All the questions and the company he kept that made him Fall. But he doesn't anymore.

He knows he doesn't need Heaven, he doesn't need Hell. They are toxic. All he needs is his pacific fragile existence on Earth with Aziraphale and yet...well, that's something else he won't forget now, is it?

*clears throat*

I rest my case

[washeduphazbin]

Could I get a one shot of, y/n is like Adam’s life ex gf she left after getting tired of his shit.. ended up falling in love with Lucifer.. (Mr. Steal yo girl thrice) and during the Adam and Lucifer battle Lucifer taunts that he stole all three of his lovers

YES. YES. I'm in love with Lucifer. Your wish is my command.

Sorry it's so short if we like maybe part 2

Also, poly luci x reader x Lilith (sorry, not sorry)

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“Little duck?” Lucifer asked softly, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. You were holding onto one of his plush ducks rather tightly,

"I can't help but think...that this extermination is my fault." Lucifer let out a gasp and wrapped his arms around your shoulders, "Lulu-"

"I won't have that negative self-talk in my house." Your brow furrowed in distress,

"But-"

"No buts."

"Lucifer! Adam's absolutely moved up the extermination to spite Charlie and us!" You argued, "I...what if I go back to him."

"Excuse me, what?"

"I don't want to!" You moved away from him to the portrait of Lilith, you and Lucifer hanging in the corner of the room. "I really don't want to..." You raised your hand and brushed against Lilith's horns and Lucifer's staff in the portrait. "You know I don't belong here; I'm not a demon, a sinner, or an angel either. I'm just a human who fell because I fell in love with you and your family." You smiled sadly over at him, holding out your hand. Lucifer squeezed it tightly, "What if I can solve all of this by just going back with Adam."

"That's not happening; I'm not letting you go back to that fuckwad;" He scoffed, brushing a hand through your hair, "Do you think you'll be happier with him? Without us? Without Charlie?"

"No." You laughed bitterly, "Of course not, Charlie would kill me."

"She absolutely would. You're like another mother to her; she wouldn't let you go back to that hellscape without a fight. Neither will I; I have a few words I'd love to share with Adam."

"Oh yeah? What would you say?"

"I'm sure you'll get to hear it eventually," he mused, leaning closer to kiss your cheeks. "Just stay safe and stay away from the Hotel until Charlie or I give you the okay, okay?"

"Okay." You whispered softly, bending down to plant a kiss on his lips,

"Did you really have to bend down like that," He huffed, hitting you gently with his cane.

"Oh, absolutely."

---

"Stay home? STAY HOME?" You roared, grabbing Lucifer's shoulders, "Everyone dying, and you want me to stay home!"

"For your safety and everyone's safety. Yes." He squeezed your shoulders tightly, "If it's between you and Charlie, I-"

"You choose Charlie every time."

"I love you-"

"I know. I love you too." You smiled softly, "Kick Adam in the dick for me?"

"It would be my pleasure, my lady. Here," Lucifer handed you his phone, "It'll live stream the battle; I hacked a VoxTech drone." He puffed his chest out proudly, and you beamed, taking his phone from his hands.

"I can't wait to see Adam get dick punched in HD!"

"There's the bloodlust I love so much; if I didn't have to go save Hell, I'd totally fuck you right now."

"Then you better leave now so you can come back and fuck me as soon as possible."

"Yes, ma'am!" He gave the dorkiest salute before teleporting out of the room.

---

"I am going to FUCK you!"

"It's fuck you up...dad."

Your face palmed, curling up on the bed, Lucifer's phone in your hand, watching the live stream.

"What? What did I say? Oh Shit-" Lucifer burst into laughter as he transformed into a snake to avoid being hit by Adam, "So this is what you've been up to since Eden, huh? I gotta you really let yourself go, buddy."

"Are you judging me?" Adam snarled in a disbelieving laugh, "You're the most hated being in all of creation!" Lucifer snickered as he turned into a bird,

"Well, your first wife didn't seem to hate what I had to offer, or the second bow chica. Wow, wow!" He splayed his fingers out in a V shape and stuck his tongue in between his fingers, "Not to mention your third."

"I'm sorry what!" He snarled,

"Oh, you didn't know? (Y/n)'s a doll, the tightest pussy Lilith and I've EVER shared!"

You made a horrified sound at the phone, wanted to absolutely curl up into a ball and die, Charlie didn't look any better.

"Dad!"

"You are so dead!" Adam shouted, "And I'm gonna find that bitch, and I'm going to make her pay!"

"Sure you are," he snorted, "I'd like to see you try."

[mosaickiwi]

Fall Unto Me (part three)

Part one, part two

I said I was on break but then a lot of things immediately fell out of my brain cause of stress so now I feel silly... sowweeeeee 🤡 Part four WILL be the last part I swear. If you see more Angel!Angel and Demon!Ren from me after that (and da infodump if i get to it) genuinely tell me to shut the FUCK up!!!

yes i am probably writing the NSFW version it'll be in my compendium post if it happens

cw// religious themes

14 Days With You is an 18+ Yandere Visual Novel. MINORS DNI

Your resolve was getting harder to hold on to, but you kept it. This would be the last time. You couldn't part from heaven again after returning. Atonement was waiting for you, eternal devotion to your duty right after.

Another few weeks went by as you stayed with Ren a little longer, the sea of flowers outside your bedroom window changing little by little each day. So many of them were already fully blooming, most of their petals stretched open to show off a myriad of colors while others curled inwards to hide from you. Practically a taunting mockery with how they took their time. As if insulted you would dare leave once they painted the horizon with their beauty.

It made it all the more painful that you'd never see them again. Or the companion that now felt like a piece you'd been missing.

Something about that encroaching deadline had affected the devil, too. Ren was calmer in some ways. They still brought you gifts and knowledge like usual, but he seemed to be taking his time just like the flowers. Simple answers to your curiosities became thorough while he held you close and urged you to ask more questions about whichever object took interest. 

He'd offered to revisit trinkets you loved as well. Until you were as familiar with using them as he was. You couldn't understand it. 

Your time together was draining away by the second. Didn't they want to make exciting memories? No matter how much you enjoyed it, mastery over human instruments or crafts served no purpose. Heaven wouldn't let you bring those things home, nor could you ask a higher power to recreate them for leisure.

Maybe your love was in denial of your departure. Or maybe spending little mundane, quiet days and nights together like this was their way of coming to terms with it.

Today, you chose to fiddle with one of the oldest gifts while chatting with him. The sun was just beginning to set, casting the room in the faded, flaming gold hue you'd only now gotten used to. 

“—Love?” He was calling you, the end of his tail swaying gently in front of your face to get your attention. You’d missed a few words.

“Hm?”

“You've gotten much better at this,” the pink haired devil hummed above you. His chin was resting atop your head as they cradled you in their lap on a frayed rug, his back against the bottom of the couch.

You looked over your work. The woven red string wrapped around and through your fingers took the shape of a pointed star. You knew real stars looked differently, but the human interpretation was interesting.

“Truly, it’s better than before,” you said with wholehearted agreement. The first time you'd tried—only on the third day of your visit to earth—had simply tangled the string to a knotted mess stuck upon your fingers for Ren to deal with while you apologized, embarrassed beyond belief. 

The patterns they taught you were almost easy thanks to your afternoon of trying. You unwound the string and painstakingly wound it again into one that often graced your practice: an angel. He'd been particularly smug about teaching you the motions of that one.

“An impressive self portrait,” Ren joked and squeezed you tighter in their embrace. “Although it'll take more than some thread to capture your divine beauty.”

Naturally, you rolled your eyes even though the soul it was meant for couldn't see it. A mortal gesture you'd gotten the hang of quicker than anything, as he so favored innocent teasing before expressing his deepest sincerities.

You untangled the string and tossed it to the side, then turned in their lap to make a face this time for their benefit. “I’ll do a painting, then. I’ve had enough of this toy.”

He relaxed his hold long enough for you to wander across the room in search of new distractions, but innocently called after you, “We’ll have to light quite a few candles for you to see well. Unless you plan to have me mix paints for you in the dark.” A second passed before he spoke again. “It’d be a pleasant surprise, I’m sure.” 

“Something else?” you replied, making a swift turn towards the bookshelves. You came back with a couple of novels and sat beside them with your treasure. “Is this really all you want to do? You’ve read every book here before.” 

Even the books he’d bought with strange, flimsy paper currency for you, Ren had said so casually, were already familiar territory. Tedium hardly described how boring you thought these weeks must be for him. But he never objected to anything you chose, as long as you both stayed close to home during the day. 

And you always kept your wings hidden in case a human roamed nearby. You'd never seen one come close to the cabin, or even the field of flowers, but he insisted your safety—and proximity to them—was of utmost priority. It was hard to remember the last time you let loose your wings at all after walking on the beach with him. They interrupted your thoughts once more.

“My sweet, delicate angel, I’ve had all the time in the world to do anything I want.” Their blue eyes narrowed with a smile as they spoke and you knew more teasing was coming. “We could even sit here in silence all night, if you asked me nicely.”

“How kind of you, my darling demon,” you teased them back. 

Another jesting response in his gaze faded to something different as you pulled him down for a kiss, gently at first. The books you’d brought over lay forgotten, soon shoved under the couch in favor of your new activity.

Kissing the demon you called yours felt like second nature now. There was no sting that ever came, no homesick aching in your back anymore. Only the flood of tender emotions he gave you, tainted by your own guilt and fears of parting from him.

You needed more. A stronger distraction. Your hand on his shirt tightened, determined to keep him. To stay in this moment as long as possible.

Ren exhaled, a muttering of blasphemous praise you dare not repeat whispered from his lips to yours, along with one word. A word that sounded odd to your ears. 

You'd heard it countless times over the months, but it didn't feel strange until after the first kiss you shared. He must have said it earlier, too, when you were occupied with that damned little red string. Demonic language was much different, it certainly wasn’t that at all. And the sounds of the word did feel similar to mortal languages, but nothing came to mind. So naturally, you could only assume it to be another of their pet names, but…

The thought fell to the side as you focused on him. He was all that needed to matter right now.

Their comforting warmth that called of your sacred home, your nails curling into the bottom of his shirt just to fall lower, an iron, almost nectar-like taste that flowered on your tongue—did you bite him this time? It felt good. 

Desperately, you brushed your hand over his thigh, getting dangerously close to where you knew things risked going further. You caught yourself and froze. You wanted him, you’d known since that day in the rain. In every way a being could yearn for another’s love. And of course he felt the same. But could you really go home if it happened? 

“Before I…” The words hung in the air and what remained weighed in your throat. Before I leave. Departure was looming on the horizon, sure as the sun would rise tomorrow. You dare not mention it to the one you loved again. You opened your eyes to meet theirs, cautiously as you wondered, “Is this alright?”

“Yes,” they answered, longing clear as the evening sky in his voice. “I couldn’t bear—or ever want—to deny you. Little angel, all you desire of me is yours to take.”

Without another word you did just that. You thought nothing of the faint, staggered line you felt under your fingertips that seemed to start somewhere along his shoulder blade as you lifted the shirt away and pushed him to lay on the rug. Your hands pressed their ink-stained arms flat next to the disheveled mess of pink hair and horns. Ren grinned at your audacity to pin him, but held still for your much needed exploration. 

Eyes half lidded with patient lust, mouth parted to show off pointed fangs, the devil looked to be the very picture of your sinful desires.

To be one with them, even just once, was a memory worth making. No matter what punishment waited for you at heaven’s boundary. You skimmed your fingers from the base of his collarbone, down over their stomach, and began to undo the buttons that concealed what you’d been waiting for.

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The Forbidden Fruit, Choices and Fear

[A GOOD OMENS META ANALYSIS OF AZIRAPHALE POST S2] I know everyone is still upset about that gut punch of an ending to GO S2.. and many are also extra upset at Aziraphale.. I'm in so much pain over it too but.. I have to rationalize that damned "I forgive you" line that broke all our hearts to comfort me until we get S3.. I basically overanalyze our favorite cocoa loving Angel to explain his reaction to the kiss and why we all need to be a lil kinder to him.

2500 BC in the Land of Uz.. Aziraphale, the Angel of the Eastern Gate, had the fear of God put into him. And this affected the rest of his immortal life up until that kiss.

Angels, after the Fall and the great war between Heaven and Hell, had the fear of the Almighty's wrath put into them. They all fell in line and stayed in line. Or else they'd end up like their fallen brethren.. or worse. But there was one lil Angel that had since toed that line..

"Didn't you have a flaming sword? Yeah, it was flaming like anything." "…Gaveitaway.." "You what?" "I gave it away!" As far as we've seen, this is the first time Aziraphale did something "bad". And he's already feeling the pressure. The guilt. The fear. He didn't follow the rules. He didn't do exactly as he was told. And suddenly, here's a Demon slithering up next to him and making him doubt his choice even more. The same Demon that snuck past the guardians of Eden and tempted the first human's into eating the apple, breaking the rules and getting them kicked out of paradise on Earth.

"Bit of an over reaction if you ask me. First offence and everything. I can't see what's so bad about knowing the difference between good and evil anyway. "Well, it must be bad.. [..] Otherwise.. you wouldn't have tempted them into it." "Not very subtle of the Almighty, though. Fruit tree in the middle of a garden with a 'Don't Touch' sign. Makes you wonder what God's really planning." "Best not to speculate. It's all part of the Great Plan. It's not for us to understand. It's ineffable. It is beyond understand and incapable of being put into words."

Already the seeds of doubt are tinkering in his mind. Stay in line. No more questioning the Almighty's plans. That's what got all the bad Angels thrown out of Heaven and then Adam and Eve exiled too.

"I do hope I didn't do the wrong thing." "Oh, you're an angel. I don't think you can do the wrong thing." "Oh, thank you. It's been bothering me." "I've been worrying, too. What if I did the right thing with the whole 'eat the apple' business? A demon can get into a lot of trouble for doing the right thing. It'd be funny if we both got it wrong, eh? If I did the good thing and you did the bad one." *chuckles* "..No. It wouldn't be funny at all!"

And then we get to season two's opening reveal. Crowley and Aziraphale had actually met before the wall of Eden.

"But that's idiocy!" {…} "It's not our job to advise the Almighty on the details of creation." "Well, then whose job is it?" {…} "Well, if I was the one running it all, I'd like it if someone asked questions. Fresh point of view."

And thanks to Aziraphale mentioning the Great Plan to Angel Crowley.. it put seeds of doubt into his mind. Making him question the Almighty's plans.

".. I'd hate to see you getting into any trouble." "Thanks for your help. And thanks for your advice. I wouldn't worry though. How much trouble can I get into just for asking a few questions?"

And then 10 million Angels fell. Kicked out of Heaven and marked as evil, unforgivable, and without God's love for eternity. Then we get the flashback to the story of a a prosperous man of outstanding piety named Job and how his life was destroyed because of a bet between God and Satan to test his faith even in adversity.

"What did he [Job] do? "Job? Nothing. Job's the nicest man in the world. That's why he's so perfect for the bet. You see, God was saying how righteous Job was and how much Job loved God. And Satan pointed out-- that maybe that was just 'cause God's been so nice to him. ..God's letting Satan destroy everything Job has. And then we'll see."

Now remember, the great flood wasn't too long ago. Where the Almighty wiped out nearly all of the human race with a big storm cause they were tetchy aka simply irritable, bad-tempered and annoyed. So this time, Aziraphale actually questions Heaven about this bet when he finds out that Job's children will be killed.

"Trust in God's plan, Aziraphale. Always." "Of course. So, once Job's trials are over, everything is restored to him?" "Even better than that. God will reward him with twice as much as he had before." {…} "I think they quite like the old ones [Job's children].. And if.. we kill them-" "-Aziraphale… we are the good guys. We're not killing anyone. What we are doing is simply not stopping hell. What they do is up to them."

His faith is wavering. He can hardly believe that Heaven would actually destroy a good man's family without truly understanding the fragility and consequences of human life/death; all to test him on a bet.

"Are we sure that Sitis wants to give birth four more times?"

Furthermore, they would be forcing Job's wife to give birth 7 more times despite Aziraphale's warning of them loving their original 3 children and that Sitis may not actually want to give birth to more children at her age. Hence taking away her choice. But thankfully, good ol' Crowley is the worst demon ever and is secretly protecting Job's children and goats. Something they're keeping between the two of them. And then during this deception… Crowley tempts Aziraphale with his first bite of food.

"Have an ox rib." "Are you trying to tempt me?" "Not at all. Angels can't be tempted, can you?" "Certainly not." "Well, there you are then. You're free to try the food."

A temptation he quickly falls into. A choice to eat the food and enjoy it to gluttony. Another sin under his belt. In the end, Virtuous Job passed his test but had the shit reward in return. Except Crowley and Aziraphale secretly saved the children.. which lead to Aziraphale lying straight to Heaven.. again.

And this is where he finally falls apart.

"I'm ready to go." "Go where?" "To Hell." {….} "But you have to. I'm like you now.. A demon.." "You think you're a demon?" "I'm a fallen angel! I lied.. To thwart the will of God." "Well yeah, you did, but I'm not gonna tell anybody. ..Are you?" *shakes head no* "No. Then nothing has to change, does it?" "…But what am I?" "You're just an angel who goes along with Heaven as far as he can." "That sounds um.." "Lonely?" "Yeah. But you said it wasn't." "I'm a demon. I lied."

As Crowley always tells him- Demons lie. And Aziraphale lied. Again. And now they're keeping this huge secret between the two of them. To never be spoken of or else possibly face the wrath of God. THIS scene right in this minisode here is SUCH an important part of Aziraphale's character and his future choices. And that's what it's all about, isn't it? Choices? The ability to choose between good and evil.

"Look, I am good. You, I'm afraid, are evil. But people get a choice. You know, they cannot be truly holy unless they also get the opportunity to be wicked." "Yeah, that only works if you start everyone off equal. You can't start someone off like that and expect her to do as well as someone born in a castle." "Ah, but no, no. That's the good bit. The lower you start, the more opportunities you have."

What we learn from this wee Scottish body snatching story is that something can be seen as evil but could actually be a good deed from a different perspective. And that Aziraphale truly believed that the lower you start, the more opportunities you could have. But he also believes in divine punishment. Punishment that can be dealt at any time for any thing. Big or small. From a few questions that make you lose God's love to selling corpses for survival money and accidentally getting your best friend killed or just having too much faith in God could destroy everything in your life for a bet. All of which he has witnessed with someone good (Crowley, Job, Elspeth, etc) losing everything that's important to them in the most horribly way. But Aziraphale remembers the hard lessons he learned; of inequality and responsibility of your actions and the choices you make.

Someone born into poverty doesn't get as much out of life as someone born into a rich lifestyle. Or.. a lowly snake and a lowly principality falling in love and being forgiven may not be as easily dismissed as a Duke of Hell and Archangel finding love in one another and simply being allowed to run away to the stars together without any punishment. It's all of these moments, these lessons that Aziraphale learns throughout the years that change his view on life but he still remembers the wrath of God throughout existence. Something as little as a question could get you kicked out of Heaven, eating an apple could get you banished from paradise or you could be the most faithful perfect and loved person and still have your entire life destroyed over a bet. What does he know most about the Almighty? They're "tetchy" and unpredictable.

"Aziraphale, Angel of the Eastern Gate. Where is the flaming sword I gave you, Aziraphale, to guard the Gate of Eden?"

He then conceals the truth to God themselves of the choice he made to give humanity a fighting chance of survival by giving his holy sword away. And is left alone without another word. Forced to walk on egg shells for the rest of his existence out of fear.

"So, giving the mortals a flaming sword. How did that work out for you?" "The Almighty has never actually mentioned it again.." "Probably a good thing."

That fear of the unknown consequences to his past actions.. his lies.. for good or for bad.. he could fall at any moment or lose everything he holds precious (aka his Angel-ness and Crowley).

"I'm not an idiot, Crowley. Do you know what trouble I'd be in if.. if they knew I'd been fraternizing? It's completely out of the question." "Fraternizing?!" "Well, whatever you wish to call it. I do not think there is any point in discussing it further."

So what does he always do? Deflects.. to protect himself. To protect Crowley. Not saying the real truth out loud. Keeping the reality of their relationship an unsaid secret like always.

But sometimes, actions speak louder than words.

"Should I say thank you?" "Better not."

Yet again, he breaks the rules. Doesn't even want to hear a thank you. Again, it must all go unsaid.

"You go too fast for me."

Crowley has always been one step ahead of him. Asking questions, falling, breaking the rules, etc. Aziraphale isn't ready yet. He's not ready to lose everything he holds dear to him by admitting out loud all of his sinful choices or else face the punishment he's been fearing for thousands of years.

"Go off together?" "How long have we been friends? Six thousand years."

Aziraphale starts panicking here. Crowley is saying too much out loud. Deny deny deny.

"Friends? We're not friends. We are an angel and a demon. We have nothing whatsoever in common. I don't even like you."

This bandstand breakup was literally Aziraphale freaking out about doing too many bad things dealing with the whole anti-Christ situation and Crowley getting too close to saying what they truly are to each other. But the fear is too much and he lies again. But this time to himself. Aziraphale has only ever wanted to do the good thing. To make the correct choices. To be on the right side. But he's always faltered. Made choices that he was sure were the bad ones. Lied on occasion. Kept secrets from Heaven and God. Given into temptations. And has always had this fear of God's Almighty wrath hanging over his head for millennia. Always waiting for the other shoe to drop. At any moment, everything will be taken away. But what could be the last straw? The straw that finally breaks the camel's back? To garner God's attention and punishment. It has to be something big. The biggest and most important part of his life. Something that matters to him more than anything in the world. His relationship with the Demon, Crowley. But he's learned. If you don't say it out loud.. if you keep it to yourself. Then you won't be punished. It's worked out for him so far. So why should he think otherwise? And then in the end of S2E6, Metatron gives him the opportunity to make a change to the Heavenly system. His chance to restore his best friend to his former holy glory. A chance to relieve all the suffering he's seen throughout history. A chance to make a difference. Despite all his secret sins, he's being given an unbelievable opportunity- one that proves that maybe he isn't as bad as he always thought he was. He's actually seen as worthy. But then Crowley gets angry about all this. He's against it all. He doesn't want that. He doesn't want to be an Angel again. He doesn't want to return to Heaven. He just wants to be with Aziraphale. And he finally says their best kept, unsaid secret out loud. With a love confession and a passionate kiss.

"You idiot. We could have been… us."

Aziraphale wants this more than anything but every instinct inside of him is screaming to stop it, to not let anyone see, to not let anyone know the truth. This final temptation. His one and true forbidden fruit that is the Demon Crowley.. and it's the one he knows he must resist at all costs.

The fear is overpowering. And the only words that come from his lips…

"I forgive you."

I forgive you for letting our unsaid secret out. I forgive you for trying to tempt me. I forgive you for refusing to join me in Heaven as a renewed Angel. But can he ever truly forgive himself for the choice he just made? Remember, in the end, Aziraphale is just afraid. Afraid to lose everything. Afraid to lose Crowley. Fear of punishment can be traumatizing after all. And it will all be fixed in S3. ;) HAVE FAITH IN GAIMAN!

..Sorry this was so long and drawn out but… I NEED SEASON 3 ALREADY.. (everyone! keep re-watching GO2 on Prime! and no more threats to the creators plz ^-^) Honestly, this was very cathartic to write and help me come to terms with the most heart wrenching painful TV kiss of all time D: But I need to see how their story unfolds. I need to see Aziraphale allow himself to make the choice to be with Crowley without fear of punishment. I NEED MY INEFFIBLE HUSBANDS. TOGETHER. T^T

PS. Literally as I was finishing writing this, I saw Neil Gaiman himself say this on his Tumblr, "But the story of Job is pretty central to the whole Good Omens conversation, including Aziraphale's bit of it." OMG I KNEW IT lololol

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Hey bestie you know who it is ♪ᕕ(ᐛ)ᕗ Can i request a dogday x reader with the reader after saving dogday finding his legs and sewing them back up :3!! maybe even helping him walk since he's still so wobbly on em!

BEO

Trigger warnings: none

Romantic/platonic: unspecified

Requested by: LITERALLY MY PLATONIC WIFE

Category: fluff

Ship (romantic or platonic): Dogday x reader

Word count: 321

One Foot At a Time

Dogday had a lot of issues with walking, due to losing his legs and having just recently got them back thanks to you.

You saved him and showed him love and care that he hadn't experienced in years, and he was grateful for that. You took him into your tender hands and stitched him right back up, every stitch and seam filled with love and care. You really were his angel. But despite your work and efforts he… still struggled to walk. He was trying to, pressing his padded paws against the wall as he stumbled and shook. The reattachment felt awful as he walked, the feeling of bones grinding together was just disgusting but he endured it for your sake.

You noticed him nearly topple over face first, snorting softly before you approached him and carefully rested one of his arms over your shoulder and held his wrist with your right hand, your left on his side as you carefully guided him through each step. “Take it easy, alright? Look.” You murmured, taking one step, and then the next. Doing it slowly while also trying to guide Dogday’s feet to follow the same pattern. He stumbled and shook, feeling a bit more confident in each step he took. He went to take a larger step, but was greeted with the cruel reality of being unprepared and falling face first.

Luckily as you fell with him, he was able to quickly react and hold you close to his chest so the impact wouldn't be as harsh on you. He sighed and looked almost embarrassed.

Who was he kidding, he was embarrassed. He looked at you with sad eyes, guilty for making you fall. “Angel, I'm sorry.” He murmured, causing you to smile and gently wiggle out of his arms, getting up and lifting the canines form up with your own.

“It's alright, we’ll keep trying until you can get it properly.”

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౨ৎ𓆝 𓆡⋆𝓢𝓮𝓪𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓭 𝓡𝓲𝓫𝓫𝓸𝓷𝓼𓆝 𓆡⋆౨ৎ

[fem reader] contains: fluff :) pairing: billy the kid x fem reader summary: pirate billy x mermaid reader author’s note: based on my love @francixoxoxo 's pirate billy au- leaving the tag below. Pinterest Board Spotify Playlist

It was always the details of you that Billy noticed, the pieces swirling into your mosaic. He could practically see you on the cover of a storybook, a thick volume about a mermaid who fell in love with a human like a tragic fairy tale. Only Billy would seize the pen before it could even deign to write you an ending that was anything short of magical.

Your laugh rang like the brass bell shelled in the brick-and-mortar church at the center of the town square, a heavenly sound. While Billy had never been a particularly religious man, he found God with you. Over and over again, enough to make him into a believer. Every touch of your skin was a miracle, not suited for the likes of him. Pirates were superstitious, but hardly ever in a good way.

He hated that he was counted among their numbers- ruthless, reckless men roughened by a life of dishonesty. And yet, it was the only thing he knew how to do. Billy supposed he could have made a life as a sailor, but he knew at this point no man would hire him for such work. The grimace that came along with the name piracy gifted to him was the worst thing in the world, second only to any notion of losing you

You didn't seem to care about any of it, promising Billy that he was a good man, good as they come. Many a night he spent nearly buried in the sand with you sitting contently across his thighs, tail flickering lazily like the flame of a candle as you hugged him around the neck, pressing gentle kisses there.

He fingered your necklace, crafted from delicate seashells shiny as sunbeams on water. You made all your own jewelry, he knew, and he adored it just like he adored everything about you. Every new thing he learned only advanced your beauty, just when he wasn't sure his heart could take any more.

Billy let his hand settle on your lower back, drawing infinities into your skin warmed from the sun. The first time you'd come onto land with him he'd been worried you'd dry out, wither away like a leaf in the fall. There had to be some catch to this. Some catch to a man like him getting to hold a woman like you. But here you were, sand coating your drying tail like a second skin for the hundredth time since the first, head on his chest, fingers skirting the neckline of his shirt.

He always found himself playing with your hair, as long and silky as it was. You always did something pretty with it, whether it be a clasp of pearls or an intricate braid he couldn't wrap his head around. Today it was half tied back on each side with seaweed ribbons of emerald green, the tails lost in your strands.

You propped your chin up on his chest, letting your cheek lean to the side. One of your hands came up to trace along his stubbly jaw, a ring with a single pearl like a teardrop circled around one finger. He watched you fascinatedly like always, tangled in your net with no hope or want of escaping.

"I wish you could come down with me," you murmured, ringed finger finding the slope of his nose and drawing a line up and down. "I want to show you so many things."

He tilted his chin up, pressing a kiss to your wrist. "Me too, angel."

The pet name never failed to get a smile out of you, and he watched joyfully as it lightened you like a sunburst. "It's so beautiful, Billy. I love it, and I want you to love it too."

"If you love it, I would," Billy promised, sitting up and holding you firmly by the waist so you wouldn't shift off of him with the motion.

You moved so you were sitting sideways between his spread legs, snuggling into his chest. "What do you love about the surface? I think I've told you everything I love about the water."

He hummed, getting lost in thoughts like a tangled ball of yarn. Billy never got tired of hearing about what you loved. You had such a wide-eyed, beautiful vision of the world, one that he could only wish to imitate. He wished he was a more eloquent man so he could pick out the things of the surface he thought you'd like and craft them into poetry only fit for your eyes.

"I..." his mind went blank. Billy was hardly capable of a thought that didn't pertain to how beautiful you were in your presence. "I like the stars, I s'pose. And flowers."

Your eyes brightened, and he felt a prick of pride for having said something that made them that way. "I like those too."

"Yeah?" Billy would pick every flower that sprouted from the earth, lasso each star and haul them from the sky to lay at your tail if it would make you smile. "I'll bring you some flowers next time, pretty."

"Really?" You reached up, kissing his cheek. Your lips left a burning spot, and he melted. You were a treasure no X on a map could ever amount to.

"'Course, baby." Billy stroked your back, an ocean of softened skin smoothed by saltwater. "It's only right a man does that for his sweetheart."

You giggled in delight, a babbling brook. "I want to bring you something pretty too."

"You bring yourself, don'tcha?"

"Billy."

He chuckled, lips finding your hair. A human would have to swallow stardust to glow as bright as you. "You're my girl. Ain't nothin' better than seein' my girl."

You gave him a fond look, wiggling a little in his arms. "I want to show you my treasures."

"Oh, baby I'd be honored to see your treasures." Billy reached up, catching your lips in a gentle kiss. You existed in a world of beautiful things, just how you deserved.

In words you'd described to him of the splendor of the sea, the way merpeople valued all that was good and lovely. Intricate carvings of pearl depicting wars of history, victory abound. Insides of clamshells ranging from the size of the palm of your hand to entire walls painted with artist's depictions of royalty. Seemingly ordinary rocks split down the middle, revealing crystallite insides. He couldn't have dreamt it up.

But as far as he was concerned, you were the most ethereal thing created by the world of mermaids.

You were pleased by his answer, rewarding him with warm kisses peppered to his cheeks. Billy could have sworn there was sugar rather than blood on your insides, given how cripplingly sweet you were.

He'd succumb to your spell every time.

Had Billy searched the catacombs of the earth like a man possessed, he never would have found what you were showing him right now.

To say he'd been surprised when you had announced you were taking him to your treasure grove had been an understatement. But the next thing he knew, he was holding onto you as you swam, head above water, faster than he knew was physically possible.

An island had been your destination, one swallowed by the sea, nearly. The greenery was lush and full, but you led him to the gaping mouth of a cavern, studded with crystals of every fathomable color. He'd been in awe, convinced your treasures were a place. But deeper into the hallowed halls of your special spot, he saw the reason you'd brought him.

It was very nearly a temple, held by columns of stone crawling with moss, the sea kissing the base a shallow pool with water lilies floating leisurely. Billy's eyes widened as he took it in. It was a relic, a forgotten wonder of the world. And you had found it, of course you'd found it.

Vines twirled the arches like a strand of hair around a finger, light seeping in through the cracks of the ceiling. The walls were lightened with faded color, the salt air chipping away at paint. He turned to you, heaving himself out of the water to sit on the edge of the pool. His shirt and pants were clinging to him, boots abandoned at shore. "What is this place?"

"It's my treasure chest," you said simply, arms folded on his knees, chin atop. "Nobody know about it, really. So I keep the things I find in here."

"The things you find?" Upon his question, you turned your head to the side, and he followed your gaze.

There, on the edge of the cavern, a collection of items laid lined up like soldiers on the stony surface. He shuffled over to examine them closely. Your collection ranged from chipped teacups to strings of pearls. There were shells of an inexhaustible variety, starfish and scales all scattered in the mix. But what struck him was the sheer amount of human things.

Pale figurines of nude women, an intricate silver hand mirror. A tube of lipstick, the lid missing, a bottle of perfume likely only filled with ocean now. A brooch the color of the sky on a sunny day, a silhouette stone faced depicted. There was a book with stiff looking pages at the center of it all, embossed with gold in a language Billy didn't know.

He turned to you, awe clouding his senses. "You found all of this?"

A shy little smile crept up your lips. "My treasures."

"Angel." Billy reached down, lifting you under your arms to come sit on his lap, the fins of your tail dipping into the water still. He pressed three kisses to your face; your cheek, nose, and mouth. You were too good for this world, too bright and glimmering for anyone to deserve.

Today your hair was loose, miniscule braids interwoven between strands. It wasn't uncommon for him to find broken pieces of seashell tangled in between, and even in the muted light of the cavern, they shone like bits of sunshine, the light catching them just right. Billy tucked your hair behind your ear, catching the pearls hanging from them, dripping with ocean. "It's beautiful. You're a sweetheart for showin' me."

You wrapped your arms around his neck, breasts flattening against his chest. "You like it?"

"It's like you're showin' me a piece of your heart," he said, relishing in the sparkle of your eyes. He shifted to the side, facing your collection again. "Will you tell me 'bout 'em?"

Billy could practically feel the excitement bubbling up inside you as you began to explain the origins of each find, voice a melody in his ear. He listened, savoring every detail to imprint on his memory. If his identity became a man in love with you, he'd die happier than most.

Your love enchanted him, consumed him like the impossibly high waves of a typhoon, swirling and tossing him back and forth against the walls of your heart. He was drowning in it all, engulfed in every salty wave that pulled him under.

Only here he would never come up for air.

[hpalways]

"my fate, not yours"

Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen

Characters: Higuruma Hiromi, Geto Suguru, Gojo Satoru x GN!Reader

Synopsis: Where death lurks at every corner, they push you away to protect you.

Warnings: Slight spoilers from manga.

HIGURUMA HIROMI

In the world of law, strict boundaries were set, whether on the job, in relationships, personal life, and everything that surrounded you as a core of a person. You were there during his aspirations as a defense attorney. The goodness in his heart shone the brightest among the corruption that wormed its way around the courthouse.

It was what led you to fall for him -- a boundary that should never have been crossed as a fellow colleague.

You were then there at his downward spiral, his expression growing darker at the injustice that became so obvious. The moment his curse technique awakened, he had done the deed -- murder the prosecutor and the judge.

And now, here you were, in this Culling Game with Higuruma Hiromi.

"Are you not afraid of me?" he asked you, after you watched him defeat an enemy from the corner of the deserted theater.

"Why should I be? If you were going to kill me, you would've already done so. My death would give you another extension. Besides, are we not colleagues?"

He nodded, his dark eyes softening slightly. "Yes. For the longest time now. You should leave this game, [Name]. Leave and never turn back. You don't have a technique."

"But..."

"What are you sticking around for? Is it because of your feelings for me?"

Your face blossomed in heat as you fumbled with your words. "H-How? How did you know?"

"I'm a lawyer. As are you. We are quite the perceptive people."

You nodded, ashamedly averting your eyes to the dingy floor of the stage. "Well, yes. I have feelings for you. But no, that's not the reason why I'm still here."

"If it's because of this game's rule of being unable to leave, I can change it."

You shook your head. "I can't leave you here alone."

He approached you, in his suit and disheveled look. Worn out at the roots, and his passion in law failing him, you still held comfort around him. He was like a fallen angel -- the devil, simply misinterpreted and unfortunate. You wanted to save him. Wanted him to know that you were by his side, even if the world wasn't.

"Thank you for loving me," he whispered into your ear. He then curved his face, his warm breath hitting your cheek. With that, he leaned in, soft lips pressed like a kind reminder.

A kiss marked by goodbye.

"But don't love me anymore." His smile was bittersweet, but there was no regret in his eyes, for a newfound freedom had reached him. A fallen angel he was, granted by a new set of wings. "I have no place in the court anymore. You... You still have a life outside of this game."

"No one has to know what you've done!" you argued. "You can still continue!"

He shook his head. "I wouldn't be able to live with myself in a sea of lies. This... This is my path."

Your hands fell to your sides, unable to speak, because the second you would, your words failed you. He was not going to budge -- he had already made his mind a long time ago. He was going to play this damn game until the very end. With or without you.

GETO SUGURU

A destiny as dark and grim as his, many could not withstand it. Many could not deal with his thoughts on humanity and beliefs for his version of a better world. Time and time again, he was left and forgotten, a remnant of an unspoken memory that haunted jujutsu society.

Or maybe, he was the one to leave first.

He thought you were a strange sorcerer, the first time you met. Having met on the battlefield, he expected to fight you to the death, assuming you were on the other team, beliefs that were so morally safe that it made him sick to the stomach.

Instead, you threw your hands up in surrender and invited him to tea. He had never been so dumbfounded.

The more he spoke to you, with your open mind and heart, the more he wanted to understand you.

But now... it was time to let that go. It was time to wrap these silly discussions of what ifs and dive into a world of reality. His plan of action, almost after all these long, long years, was finally underway. If he had to sacrifice everything, then so be it.

"We can't meet anymore," he told you.

You blinked in surprise, nearly choking on your cup of tea. "What? Why?"

He smiled calmly, crossing his legs. "It'll be too dangerous to meet."

"And how does that concern me? I'm a sorcerer."

"You will be put in a position you'll regret. Society will be onto you... onto your relations with me," he said. "So forget about me."

You stood up, slamming your hands down on the table, nearly knocking over the cups of tea. "How could say that? After all this time, you're just going to leave?"

It was nothing new. Not the first time he left someone. He had left Gojo Satoru, Shoko Ieiri, everyone at Jujutsu High, and now, you. He shouldn't have gotten close to you in the first place, knowing that his destiny was sealed. So why did he have to go around and be selfish again? Did he miss all those old days with his former best friend? The days that could never be returned?

There was no point reliving the past.

You grabbed his hand, desperation at length. "Fine. Say you do go through with this. Come back alive."

He grinned, the corners of his creasing. "I cannot promise you anything. I am going up against the strongest sorcerer of all time."

His hand dropped to your head, feeling the rustle of your [h/c] head. Your expression darkened, stressed lining your usual carefree face. Upon seeing it, he fought tooth and nail from wanting to comfort you, to whisper you words of assurance. Instead, he pulled away, preparing himself mentally to harden himself again. If he was able to do it once, he could do it again. It would be no different.

"Forget me. And stop being a halfhearted sorcerer."

GOJO SATORU

As the most powerful sorcerer, nothing could stand in Gojo Satoru's way. If so, then why did you have this uneasy feeling at the mention of the ongoing plan for Shibuya?

Being called on deck to help out the sorcerers, he was beginning with his preparations. He was going to leave. Leave you here to your worries, like the selfish being he was. With his overconfidence that nothing could go wrong as long as he was there, he often overlooked the small things that could trigger a domino effect.

His all-seeing eyes still had a blind spot. You knew that better than anyone.

"You're staying here," he said to you. His reminiscent blues eyes stared intensely at you, swirls of storm washing at bay. They spat back at you, mocking you, for your lack of strength. A finger crept up to the blacks of his blindfold, slipping it downward to cover said hues in slumber.

"No... Let me go."

"You'll only get in the way."

You bristled, poking at his chest, which was a little too solid for your liking. "You didn't have to say it like that."

He sighed and then reached his hand out, ruffling your hair into a mess. "I'm just saying. There's a lot of non-sorcerers to deal with. Your technique won't be useful there. And you need to rest up. You just came back from a different mission."

"I'm just getting a bad gut feeling about you, Satoru."

He snorted and pointed at himself for the dramatics. "Me? We're talking about me over here. I will be fine. Aw, so cute though... my little [Name] is worrying about me!"

Pulling you into a hug, he wrapped his arms around you tightly. The familiarity of his soft cologne, earthy and sandalwood, wafted through your nose, spreading past your mind the memories you had with him. The days had flown through like quicksand, too fast for you to catch on.

You were tired of it. Of Gojo Satoru being the strongest. And the burden that came with it.

"Just sit this one out, hmm? I'll be back before you know it."

"What if you also stay out of this one? It could be a trap they had set up."

He stared at you incredulously, his smile dropping instantly. "Don't joke like that. I cannot afford to sit out. This is my responsibility. The fate of Tokyo relies on me."

You hated it.

You hated his recklessness with so called fate.

[biceratops7]

Not to rot everyone's swiss cheese brains further,

but Aziraphale was throwing that ball for Crowley. No seriously, he was throwing that ball for Crowley.

We all got so distracted by the cheeky little "Wait and See" that we never stopped to think about what it actually means. Cause at first glance it makes no damn sense. "Wait and see" ...for what? The big ridiculous Jane Austen ball Crowley already knows is happening?

Look at the way he ushers Crowley away here. Why?? Wouldn't it make more sense if Crowley was included in the planning of this event he's fully aware of and is the result of a fuck up he's exactly half responsible for?

The reason is simple, it's because the chance to try and do something romantic for once just fell into Aziraphale's lap. At some point very early on he realized that this damn ball can finally... finally be the precisely right time, and precisely right place. And above all, safe. An "independent embassy", as he so proudly states later on. 6,000 years of hiding what's clearly a blossoming relationship under the threat of harm to both of you takes a massive toll. He doesn't really get to bridge that gap whenever he's ready. After all they've been through and how many times they almost lost each other, Aziraphale wouldn't dare do something like this without a plausible excuse. He won't put Crowley in danger, even if its to show he loves him.

So then that leaves Aziraphale with very little options, but he's doing all he can to make the best of the rare opportunities they do have. Some celebratory wine, a fond glance over some candle light (pfft, for the war effort, of course! As an angel it's his duty to set a good example on how to conduct one's self in a blitz, Obviously), etc. He doesn't just have the spur of the moment plan to invite Crowley to dance (which is what Crowley was "smelling" btw), It's about giving him this whole experience that on any other day, Aziraphale never gets to give him. He wants to make Crowley feel special, to have him walk into this beautiful, romantic place that he's never seen before and be invited to dance, to have a simple, fun time.

Unfortunately that doesn't happen, even before things go south. Crowley's way too anxious to even notice any of this. But Aziraphale doesn't let this phase him, he's waited too long and is just unshakably excited to participate in such a human expression of affection. He truly believes the shop is safe, so he patiently soothes Crowley's anxieties while firmly not letting him miss out on this romantic evening he planned.

In other words, Aziraphale has picked up the pace. He's gonna shoot his damn shot and he's gonna do it properly.

[vidavalor]

Here's a thought... the protective wing moments aren't actually totally what Crowley is describing in the scene in the pub, from what we have seen of them, but it is pretty obvious that Crowley's talking about when he fell in love with Aziraphale, soooo... what if the wing moment in Eden wasn't the vavoom moment? What if S2 is trying to tell us that it was during The Flood? And... maybe what if it's a S3 flashback scene?

Crowley says this about this moment we all know was about him lol and not just from films...

They *look into each other's eyes* being the key thing here, right? And also *both* of them, ideally. It is a *shared* moment. The thing about the wing protecting scenes is that, in both of them, both Crowley and Aziraphale look straight ahead at the first celestial and, later, rain, storms. There is a storm and there is, for *one* of them, a sudden canopy, each time, but it's not the both of them *together* forced under a canopy from a sudden storm and then looking at *one another*, right? But when else could this have happened that is mentioned in S2? The Flood. Mentioned in the Job minisode.

Aziraphale shows up and says "It's you. Oh, dear me, haven't seen you since what... The Flood?" and Crowley agrees but also the scene we've seen so far circa The Flood is the "you can't kill kids" bit of it, which thematically ties to the Job episode. We didn't see The Flood itself (yet).

Aziraphale is *sure* by the Job era that Crowley won't kill Job's kids-- children or goats alike. Crowley makes an effort to fake it but it's the events of The Flood that led them to team up in the Job story. Yeah, running into Crowley before the start of it would maybe count but also if Crowley had then just left after that conversation, how would Aziraphale be so sure by the Job era that Crowley wouldn't kill the kids or animals? He wouldn't be, right? Crowley had to have stayed during The Flood. He then would have been there with Aziraphale, with both of them trying to save as many as they could, when the sudden storm forced them at one point to take shelter under a canopy, probably with some they were trying to rescue and, unlike during the celestial storm or in Eden, they weren't looking out at the storm but, finally, into one another's eyes and... vavoom.

They knew they were made for each other.

(Adding to this theory is that when Crowley tries his Awning of a New Age to make Maggie and Nina fall in love, it's a steadily increasing storm until he *accidentally weathers too much and turns it into a flood*, almost as if he's thinking about him and Aziraphale and it causes him to mess up his miracled weather... however? It also *still worked*, since even if Maggie and Nina didn't get together exactly yet, this is the still their vavoom moment.)

Crowley and Aziraphale both had moments of attraction and shielding one another with a canopy in scenes before this-- Before the Beginning and Eden-- but they both actually fell in love during The Flood and Crowley knows it. He knew it then and he knows Aziraphale knows. Maybe it took forever for them to admit it to themselves, especially Aziraphale, but they both know now in the present in S2.

So Crowley is all ok, so you want a romantic scenario for us to make Nina and Maggie realize they're in love? Let me describe the moment *we* did. Work with me, Angel, I'm trying to be romantic here...

Aziraphale: But they're humans, not us, dear, doesn't seem very likely. Jane Austen!

Crowley: We are way more like the humans than you think and we are on a date in the pub and I'm trying to talk about when we fell in love and was hoping for the sparkly eyes and the melting sigh and an "oh, Crowley" and what I got was "not likely". Brb throwing myself off the roof.

Vavoom. Sorted.

[hazbinrarepairs]

Seramilla Propaganda: they both are willing to do what they must to try and protect their daughters, (cause even if Emily isn't actually Sera's daughter, to me she seems to act as a motherly figure to her) or otherwise the people they care about, even if it's throught drastic measures.

Emilette Propaganda: I HAVE A LOT TO SAY ABOUT THIS. Character growth: First of all, they would do so well to the other. For instance, Velvette would help Emily to stand up to Sera more confidently, not allow Sera to take the decisions just because she is "wiser and older", also, I see Emily being the sort of person who always puts everyone else above her so Velvette would also help her to think more about herself, prioritize her needs. On the other side, Emily's kindness and sweet heart eventually would inspire Velvette to be a better person, I don't see her stop being a bitch, but she would be less cruel. I think that Velvette would have the opposite development of Emily, thanks to Emily she would learn to think more about the others and not be so self-centered. Relationship growth: They wouldn't get along very well at the beggining, Velvette would think of Emily as a weak brat who doesn't use her powers while Emily would think of Velvette as a selfish abusive girl who takes advantage of everyone else. They would have to get to know each other, and see that things are not that simple and that there is layers, and leave their differences aside, it will be a long, slow burn path until they become friends even. But eventually Emily would be inspired by Velvette to be strong, and Velvette would help her to get back the confidence she lost after being expelled of Heaven, she would also like how Velvette is honest, and would never lie to her like Sera did. On the other side, Velvette would be charmed by the small acts of kindess of Emily towards her, used to people being mean or terrified towards her, is refreshing to see someone aside Vox or Valentino (and we know how they are) being friendly with her, and she would also fall in love because of how dazzling she is without effort, making everyone smile. I think that Emily would be a safe place when she gets tired of the Vees. Both of them would support each other through difficult times. They would grow quite close, until they will eventually develop feelings for each other. Relationship tropes: •Chaggie paralels (https://www.tumblr.com/dallina17/746121072218374144/things-that-chaggie-and-angelic-vogue-share-the?source=share) •Lucililith paralels (The seraphim who defied Heaven and the human that became demon who wants to decide for herself) •Angel x demon overall •She (Emily) fell first but she (Velvette) fell harder •Enemies to lovers •I could fix her/I could make her worse •Slow burn •Words of affirmation and physical touch languages of love I HAVE MORE ABOUT THEM THAT I WILL BE USING AS PROPAGANDA AS THE TOURNAMENT GOES!!

[speedycoffeedelight]

An Animalistic Disaster

CH-20 : The new season of Hazbin Hotel

Summery:You and the crew react to the first two episodes of Hazbin Hotel.

Masterlist

Angel gently nudged Charlie to wake her up and you called out to Vaggie. After a few tries Vaggie groaned as she opened her eyes a little. She blinked trying to process what's going on.

"Huh...what's..OH (Y/n)!"

She quickly went to heal you but you stopped her. "Hey, it's okay, I'm fine now. Don't waste more of your energy on me alright?" You picked up her glasses that was took off beforehand and handed it to her. " We have four new Hazbin hotel episodes to watch. And Char-" before you could finish, you were tackled in a hug from her.

"(Y/n)! I was so so afraid you weren't going to wake up again!"

You let out a pained groan as you felt the muscles in your body twitch in pain. "Hey, hey honey, you shouldn't hold her so tight. She's hurting." Vaggie whispered in Charlie's ear. Charlie's eyes widened as she immediately let go off you.

"I'm so sorry-" you cut her off before she begins to ramble again. "Hey, it's fine. Vaggie's healing worked a wonder on me" You smiled softly at Vaggie and held her hand. "Thank you, truly. I wouldn't be here without you."

Vaggie felt her heart throb at the action as blush began to paint her face. "Y-yes, of course!" She became bashful very quickly and thanked the upper gods for this power.

Soon, you all bundled together on the floor and placed the laptop on top of your bed. You sat in front of the laptop with Charlie on one side and Vaggie on other. You told them to lean on you if they felt tired. Niffty sat between your legs and you could easily rest your head on top of hers. The spider boy was sitting behind you resting his chin on top of your head and hands on your shoulder. Husk sat beside Vaggie. Pentious and Alastor sat beside Angel.

Before you started the episode, you laid down two rules first. One is that none of them were allowed to walk away in the middle of the show unless it was important. They all had to watch it from start to finish. If someone left in middle, there's no telling what they would miss. A lot of things could be changed by then. And it might cause misunderstandings.

Another one is that, if they show something that they can't handle, for example like Angel's backstory or something traumatic. They can look away. They can watch the rest of those moments alone properly later.

After setting down the rules you finally started the episode. Everyone'd breath hitched as the video began to play.

' Once upon a time, there was a glowing city protected by golden gates, known as heaven. '

"Ohh, that's Charlie!" Niffty pointed out. "Yes, that is my voice...again" Charlie replied awkwardly.

' Drawn in by her fierce independence,  Lucifer found her and the two rebellious dremers fell deeply in love '

'Aww, so that's how Charlie's parents met! How romantic...' you thought to yourself.

' Never allowing him to see the good that came from humanity. Only the cruel and the wicked... '

"Poor Lucifer...I kinda feel bad for him." You mumbled. Charlie looked at you sadly, she felt the same. Turned out Charlie was reading it all from a story book. And there was also a new cat in the show now that can also turn into a key. It wasn't there in the pilot.

' Not that long, only....seven....years... '

'Huh? Charlie's mom is gone? For seven years??' you thought with a confused expression.

' But this kingdom was something she really cared about, something I care about.'

"If she cared for the kingdom that much she wouldn't have left it in the first place." Husk commented. You glared at Husk to shut up in which he just rolled his eyes.

' Well, Hello there you wayward sinner. Do you like blood, violence and depravity of a sexual nature? Of course you do. That's why you're in hell! '

'Ah, classic Alastor...' you thought with a smile. Alastor's grin widened seeing his handiwork.

' As she tries to work through her daddy issues by fixing you! '

You gave Alastor a side eye at that. That guy looked very much amused.

' So, what'd ya think? '

' I'm sorry, what the fuck was that? '

You and Vaggie had the same answer in your mind. Just what was he thinking while making that? Well, apparently he wanted this to be shitty since he was mad they didn't use radio instead.

' We're not filming a porn as a commercial. '

'Why not? sex sells, don't it? I swear if you film me goin' at it with mister fancy-talk creepy voice here, you'd be rollin' in participants willin' to stay at this tacky hotel. '

' Haha! never going to happen! '

You had to stiffle a laughter at that alongside Husk and Cherri. Alastor had the same expression on his face like the episode, annoyed and disgusted.

"That certainly would be something to see~"

"(Y/n), no. Don't even think about it." Alastor's eyebrows were furrowed as he looked at you trying to muffle your laughter.

' The gag reflex, the holes,the chest fluff everyone thinks are tits. '

"Wait wait, those were actually chest fluffs then?" You looked at Angel and the fluff that was poking out from his shirt even in his human form. There were some controversial opinions on if they were fluffs or his chest but you guess it's now confirmed.

"That's right baby" He smirked seeing your expression as he looked down at you. "Ya could touch it if ya want, it's really soft~"

That offer....was really tempting. You were dying to know how it feels to touch. But you slapped your face softly. 'Focus, focus (Y/n). You're trying to watch something here with others!'

' Oh trust me, I can... '

The way Alastor turned into his demon for a bit made you feel butterflies inside. You aren't gonna lie that form is hot.

' Why do you think I'm here? You actually think I'd be cleaning bottles and listening to you fuck's bitch and moan all the time if he wasn't forcin' me? '

' I like being forced '

' Keep that to yourself, Niff '

"Yeah, I do! It's so much fun" human Niffty answered from your lap. "Niffty....honey..." You spoke in a concerned tone at the girl. She certainly had some interesting kinks. To each their own you guessed.

Charlie looked at Husk sadly at the line as Husk looked indifferent at the scene, watching it with bored eyes. She took a deep breath and returned her eyes to the screen.

' Kinky ~ c'mon keep talkin' dirty. '

Human husk rolled his eyes at that. " So Angel calls you Whiskers-" you cut off in the middle of what you wanted to say after seeing Husk glaring at you. You shut yourself off. "Nevermind...."

Later Lucifer called to tell that the leader of the Angel army wanted to meet with him but he wanted Charlie to go in his place. Charlie's face was almost, if not more excited as the video. She was hopeful of how things would go.

' I can do this. Somehow, I know it! '

'ooh, the first song!' you thought in your mind as you focused on the screen.

' This could be bad.. '

Yeah something tells you it's gonna be bad as well. Welp, nothing you can do but just keep watching.

' That bitch is halfway down the street '

' Is she- '

' Oh she's dancin' '

' Ugh ,no.... '

You had a small smile on your face as you watched Charlie sing and dance through hell's street. You missed this, you missed watching the show.

' From the porn studio, where the cinephiles go

To watch award-winning demon bukkake shows '

The truck Charlie climbed up on while singing, it said Helluva post. You wondered it was a reference to helluva boss.

' Holy shit ew my gosh, why! '

'poor Charlie' you thought. But her enthusiasm and cheerfulness throughout the whole song was making you smile.

' To change their minds! '

' And touch my parts! '

Vaggie glared at the snake guy that came up on the screen. It almost looked like she would jump on him if she could.

' Today is gonna be a fuckin happy day in hell! '

With that the first song of the new season was over.

' 'Sup! '

And there's two new characters. Adam and lute. You got both of their cards before. Now time to see what the first human of mankind like.

' Ha! I fucking got you! Did you fuckin' see that? Good shit.'

Yeah, this guy's going to be an asshole. And this confirms your previous thought, this wasn't going to end well.

' I got you again, bitch. Haha fucking' halirious! '

Vaggie sighed, she knew how much of an asshole Adam was. But watching Charlie go through it felt more painful.

' So we need a camera, Alastor? '

Alastor snapped his fingers in the show and a old timey looking camera appeared in Vaggie's hand

' A video.. camera. '

' Hmm? '

Thing time a old broken looking video camera appeared on her hand.

' Alright, let's do this! '

"I don't get why you guys are so insistent upon doing a video commercial. Doing a radio broadcast would be more effective" Alastor commented. "Get on with the times Smiles, no one listens to radio's anymore. Videos and internet are all the shit right now."

"Excuse me, what did you just say?" Alastor turned his head towards Angel at a scarily angle making him gulp and hide his face beside yours. You're sure if he was still a demon, his eyes would be radio dials by now and voodoo symbols would be flying around. You laughed nervously.

"Heyyy, let's both calm down and keep watching alright? Let me pause the video."

' Well, you come- '

' Ohhh~ yes! '

' ...To the right place. '

Pentious was blushing. This was indecency. They were supposed to just film a commercial right? What was this spider guy doing?

' Do you know who I am? I'm fuckin' Adam. I'm the original dick! All dicks desend from me. '

Yeah, can someone slap this guy in the face. You think you already dislike Adam.

' Call me Dickmaster. '

You're sure everyone including you, rolled your eyes at that. You swear to god this guy...

' No our other biggest problem! '

' Oh, uh... ugly people?.. '

As soon as Adam said that, he broke the fourth wall and looked at the screen at you and others faces. "He's one to talk about..." Vaggie grumbled beside you.

Then when Vaggie went to record Niffty, she somehow froze before she could get any word out.

' You're doing great, vagina '

Vaggie blinked annoyingly at that name beside you.

' I wouldn't try that my dear. This face was made for radio! '

"Alastor, what do you mean by that?" You turned to look at him. "Hm, whatever do you mean my dear?" "Your face was made for radio? But you can't see a person's face in radio. So did you just call yourself ugly-" " Not in the slightest, I just don't want my face to recorded in those tacky videos! " "You really should have worded it better then.." you weren't surprised at his answer however.

' Because It won't be so "entertaining" to watch over an empty hotel will it shitass? '

' Fair enough, I'll tell you what! let's make a deal. '

Husk's eyes widened at the sentence as he looked over at Alastor. "Me? Making a deal with this radio freak? Impossible. There's no fucking way" Vaggie declared .

But in the end, Vaggie did make a deal with him, just didn't hand over her soul. Alastor just couldn't bother to tinkle with 'television technology ' again and Vaggie just wanted to make Charlie happy.

"Aww, Vaggie you wanted me to come back to something good" Charlie almost had stars in her eyes as she looked at Vaggie. Vaggie looked down with a blush. "Y-yeah, I suppose I was...in the show.." Charlie then went to hug her tightly which in result you became sandwiched between their hug.

Alastor snapped his fingers making everyone in the hotel appear and changed their clothes.

' Alright everyone! Let's make a fucking commercial. '

Vaggie's outfit was hot. Alastor had good taste."Can't wait to see how that turns out huh toots?" Angel said from above your head. "Seems like it's gonna be sick!" "Well, we're going to find out" you said while pausing the video again.

' Uh no,not awesome. Those are my people, You know that, right? '

' Ohh, yeah. That must suck for you, pfft, hahaha '

"Yeah I think I want to slap this bitch" you mumbled with a deadpan face. "Yeah" "uh-huh" "same" came from around you. Looks like your companions felt the same way about him.

' Yeah, I've never made a mistake in my fuckin' life '

'I feel like every move this guy makes is a mistake.' you thought in your head. Then another song started.

' 'Cause Hell is forever, wether you like it or not

Had their chance to behave better

Now they boil in the pot '

You didn't like what Adam was saying  but damn, if this song also didn't slap hard.

' And for those of us with divine ordainment

Extermination is entertainment '

'So that's the main reason behind these deaths' you thought. 'Just because Adam wanted his entertainment. What a damn jerk.'

' Long as I've got your attention

I guess I should probably mention

That we've made the determination

To move up the next extermination '

"What?" Both the Charlie beside you and the cartoon Charlie said in unison. As the song ended, you patted Charlie's head who was looking down. Now they were about to show the new commercial that both the cartoon ones and the real ones were looking forward to seeing....untill it got cut off leaving you disappointed. Also, did Angel on the show just did a Italian hand sign?

Then they showed a headless angel. Charlie gasped beside you and Alastor raised an eye brow, now finally this was getting interesting. And with that the first episode was over. As for the new characters, you decided Adam was a piece of shit. Lute seemed to be one too. She was pretty powerful as well from what she said.

"Angel's....can be killed?" Angel said on top of you in an angry tone. "What the fuck, how are people only finding this out now?"

"It's probably not as easy as you think to kill an angel,...Angel." you said nervously. "They're gonna show us how to kill angel's right?" Cherri beamed up as she looked over at you. "And then when I get back to hell, I'm going blow those little shits to pieces!"

"Miss Cherri, I would also like to assist you in this quest. With my power we would be unstoppable!"

"Ew, why would I need your help? I can handle it myself."

"Cause I..uh..I.. thought the more people the better, yes?"

"Nah, don't want it" Cherri looked at her nails with a bored look. And Pentious's face went from happy to sad in a matter of seconds. He sat there looking like dejected puppy. You almost felt bad for the guy.

"Hey, no one's killing no one! We're going to make peace with the heaven." She looked back at the laptop. "I hope..."

"Sure, as hell doesn't seem like it. Those guys seemed fixed on killing our asses" Husk pointed at the screen. "Welp, we're not gonna know till we watch more. And these things haven't happened yet. Maybe after you know about the new things, you guys can change your future! So everyone buckle up again." You said while clicking on the next episode.

The second episode started with Charlie freaking out about the extermination time. Angel was saying how it was pointless as he was getting multiple messages from Valentino. You paused at the frame to see what the messages were. And...they were less than the things you'd like to see. That freaking moth.....

"Hey, what the hell? Why are you pausing on that? What's there to see 'ere?" Angel called out, but you could hear the shakiness in his voice. "It's... nothing... I was just curious." you replied before starting the vid again.

' Maybe desperate enough to try anything to escape the extermination? '

' This is the perfect time to recruit more sinners for the hotel! '

"I agree" Alastor spoke. "You should use people's fears and concerns to your own advantages. Good thinking Charlie."

"Um, I don't think I was thinking like that..."

Then with a bang, finally there was Pentious. "Look, I'm finally here!" Pentious clapped his hands. "Whohoho, the bad boy is here!" Niffty cheered.Then it showed Alastor having coffee outside on the hotels balcony. Wait what does that mug say? You paused to take a closer look. Oh deer?

"You got a nice cup Al. Did you design it yourself?" You asked while smiling at the man. "Yes, indeed I did. I take it that you're impressed?" He said with a smug grin making you playfully roll your eyes. This smiling bastard.

' Woo, you tell 'em boss '

"I miss my egg boys..." Pentious whispered before putting his knees to his chest and looking at the screen sadly. You decided maybe you'll try to find some egg boy plushies for him, maybe that'll cheer him a little bit.

Pentious looked at the screen hopefully. Maybe now they'll show him defeating Alastor at last. But instead of showing the battle, they cut off to showing the V's, naming Vox.

You were excited, finally you get know more about these three villains. Alastor on the other hand could not care less. They seemed like really interesting characters from all the fan theories and songs and what not. And now you get to see how they actually are. Plus you had to know if the TV demon actually has an animosity with the radio demon. Cause of the popular phrase 'Video killed the radio' or what not. It would be really cool if that actually happened.

Then a call literally showed up on his face that he transferred to one of the monitors. 'That's an interesting power..' you thought to yourself.

' Hello there, Velvette. How are you this hellish morning? '

' Oh, cut the shit, Vox. I need you up here now! '

Ohh, Velevette's voice sounds nice. You liked the accent. Apparently Valentino was causing a racket so Vox was being called for help. His happy smile immediately turned into a frown as soon as the video call was done.

' Oh god, here I go. Valentino. Just another fukin day with Val. Hey, hey, hey. Fuck my life. '

Okay, after this line, you definitely like this character. His personality is amusing. You can already tell how two faced he is too. Angel laughed a little at the scene. "Yeah, I get where his feelings are coming from. Valentino's a bitch."

' What is this? Wrist ruffles! Is it 1750? Burn it like a witches who wore it. '

' No. No. Hideous. I want to die. Eww. Oh, yes. That's the one. '

You can definitely see why she's the fashion designer now. She's certainly got the attitude. And then Vox went inside Valentino's room which was filled with pink smokes. You didn't know exactly what to expect. From all the songs and theories, he is supposed to be a ruthless mastermind who's even got Vox on a leash.

' Kitty, another drink. '

Huh? Was that a fizzaroli robot? You paused for a moment. Yeah it was, some kinda cheap version of it at least. Valentino threw a glass at Vox, only for him to step out of the way quickly, looking bored. He was definitely used to this.

' Fucking Angel Dust. Who the hell else would I be talking about? That fucking slut walked out on me. Me. I fucking made him. Without me, he's just a bag of meat with some mildly entertaining holes. '

Angel's grip on you tightened just a little bit at that. Suddenly he remembered something. After he came here, he missed many of their appointments. Is it possible Valentino's currently searching for him now. What's worse, maybe he's already in this world and looking for him like this.

You held Angel's hand tightly on your shoulder and gave him a soft smile. Charlie looked distraught at this and leaned her head on his arm. "Don't worry Angel, you're much much more than that. You're a great person. " She said softly looking at him. You nodded in agreement. "We're all here for you okay?"

' Angel is living with Lucifer's daughter now? '

' Yeah, that bitch. Chalkie or Chandler or..I don't know. Something mannish like that. '

"Are they... talking about me?" Charlie mumbled. "Yep..." Angel replied. He prayed this didn't get the hotel in trouble, because of him.

' Val! Think about it. '

The little stunt he did there made you rethink about the theories. Maybe Valentino actually doesn't have much power over vox? Vox seemed to just sway Val however he wants. He was one hell of a smooth talker.

' Someone who owes us much more then money ~ The radio demon is there '

' What did you just say? '

Wooo boy, from the looks of it. You were correct. The TV demon does have a history with the radio demon or Alastor. Oh this was going to be fun. And he owes them something? What could it be?

' Hey killing Alastor is your kink '

"That's one hell of a kink to have. " Angel commented. " A pretty interesting one too..." You mumbled while side eyeing Alastor. You could already smell the fanrt between these two. Classic enemies to lovers trope. Then it cut to Pentious ripping off a piece from Alastor's coat and getting blown away.

' Well it looks as though I need a visit to the tailor. '

"How? Literally how?" You commented. "The entire lower part of your coat is already ripped." You looked at Alastor accusingly. "Well, my dear, ripped or not, that slimy, forgettable fellow touched my clothes. And I simply couldn't have that." He said looking at Pentious threateningly as he cowered away in fear.

' See? Look at how he flirts with that guy,and he's not even paying '

Angel rolled his eyes. "Well maybe it's cause someone isn't forcing me to?"

' You still pissed he almost beat you that time? '

' Uh, fuck you '

' Just saying ~ '

And another song was on it's way.

' Top of the hour and we're discussing a certain has been who has been spotted cavorting around town after a seven year absence '

You paused in middle of his line to see the oh so beautiful drawing made by Vox up close. "Furry....triangle ass..dumb hair...yeah Alastor really does have dumb hair." You snickered quietly before shutting up as you felt eyes staring straight at your soul which was no doubt Alastor's. At least Cherri, Angel and Husk laughed at it. "Also it says dildo on your microphone thingy...is it actually a-"

Before you could finish your sentence you were roughly bonked in the head.

' Stop giving him the time of day

  Don't listen to word he'd say

  Hope he had a nice vacay

But he should have stayed away '

Man, this guy seems to hate Alastor with a passion. You wondered how Alastor felt. But he seemed indifferent and bored, like he was used to these.

' Salutations, good to be back on the air '

A Radio Vs TV song battle, what more could you hope for. Alastor continued to just play with Vox throughout the whole song. It was clear who was more powerful between the two even though Vox tried so hard to make himself look better.

' And here's the sugar on the cream

He asked me to join his team '

' Hold on '

' I said no and now he's pissy

That's the tea~ '

"Wait, wait hold on. You were asked to join the V's? And you declined?" "Yes, I did" Alastor answered your question.   "But why would you do that. " Pentious whined. He wanted so badly to join their team and Alastor had that opportunity and just..passed it? " I had no interest in joining his frivolous team. So I declined, simple as that."

After alastor completely destroyed vox, he buffered and shut off all of the pentagram city's electricity.

' Let's begin

I'm gonna make you wish that I'd stayed gone '

Oh, oh. The way he said the first part and then slowly turned into a monstrous form...that was hot as fuck. You had a hand across your mouth as you watched him sing. This didn't go unnoticed by your companions. The way his eyes changed into radio dials and kept ticking was horrifying yet it drew you in more as you kept watching with sparkles in your eye.

' Ffffuck! '

Alastor laughed loudly at Vox's outburst as Angel let out a whistle. "Nice going creepy guy. Ya really showed him his place" He finger gunned at Alastor. "Of course, he never stood a chance in the first place. " He said proudly as he went to fix his bow tie.

So Vox was a whiny, insecured , jealous man, gotcha. You like him, he's fun. Though he seemed strong enough too. He shut off the whole city's power after all.

' Put something inside them. That's how I get the bitches to behave. '

He does what? You and Angel both cringed inside at that line. 'ugh..'

' Someone pathetic, desperate, with no direct ties to us '

Oh no, you already knew who this was going to be.

' Why, hello, my dear...'

And Pentious got punched just as quickly as he spoke after arriving at the hotel.

' Wait, wait, wait. I come in peace. '

" They sent Pentious?" " They sent me?" Pentious and several others said in the same time. You already knew this was going to happen. This was going to fail miserably, wasn't it? Vaggie glared at Pentious even though he didn't do any of that in real life. "The V's believed in me.." Pentious looked at his hands. "They believed I could do it!"

"Uh, I think you forgot WHY they choose you. " Cherri said shaking her head. However Pentious was too happy to register it.

' What she means is, it's just nice to have someone interested for once... '

Ouch, that hurt Angel a bit, both in and outside of the show. But, that was true right? Angel thought to himself. He didn't have any interest in redeeming himself. He just needed a place to crash in. He shook his head, 'Whatever'

' The bad boy is back. Never leave me again. '

Woah, Niffty, she's.... something else. Beneath you, Niffty giggled manically and you loosened your hold on her just a little bit.

' I definitely remember you now. '

That line sent shivers down your spine, in a good way.

' My name's Sir Pentious

  I like to build

And despite my stupid egg Bois

I think I'm very skilled '

' Yes, yes you are very skilled my boy' You wiped a imaginary tear at that. What a precious bean. You just want to squish his cheeks. Then it cut to a play Charlie was doing with Angel and Pentious. You already saw this small bit in the teaser. But seeing Pentious licking that lollipop in that outfit was still adorable.

Things took a bad turn soon as Angel felt guilty for not properly participating in Charlie's play. He went back to his room with fat nuggets. Angel buried his face in your hair, not liking where this was going.

' You fuckin' slut ! '

' Hey, Angie, about earlier... '

' Kill your whole fucking fam... '

' Work's really stressful... '

' Little cocksucking piece of shit.. '

' You actually think you can change? Addict trash like you doesn't change. I'll see you soon baby. '

"That's not true...Angel...I-" Charlie was about to apologize but Angel shushed her by putting a finger to her lips. "Charlie please not now. I don't want to hear about it. " He had his face buried into your shoulder and whispered. "(Y/n), please continue."

You nodded and leaned your head towards him, hoping to reassure him even a little bit without looking like you're pitying him and paused the episode.

While drinking Angel caught Pentious trying to sneak in CCTV cameras in the hotel. It escalated into a fight quickly.

' Get your aggressively average body, off of me! '

Pentious then put Angel is some kind of hypnotism spell for a bit. You didn't know he could do that. That's cool. It was probably a snake power.

' Do us a favour, if they don't kill you, go ahead and do it yourself, you miserable failure. '

Pentious felt like his heart was broken in two. He hid his face in his knees. Alastor just let out a 'hmm' boredily. " I hope you learnt your lesson now you slippery shit. " Angel scowled at him.

' It starts with sorry

That's your foot in the door '

This song could only mean one thing. Pentious was going to be a part of the hotel now. You mentally cheered. He deserved this very much. Pentious peeked out from his knees to look at the screen again. The song was really sweet too. Charlie looked so proud of Pentious while Vaggie and Angel was unamused. Niffty on the other hand seemed pissed off.

' I hated that song. Why are you so lame? Not a bad boy. '

"Yeah, he was so cool and now he had to go ahead and ruin it, hmph!" Niffty crossed her hands with a pout to which you sweatdropped.

' You'll have to try harder than that next time, ol' pal, hahaha... '

Everyone looked at this scene with a shocked Pikachu face. And with that, the second episode was done. There were two more episodes left to watch. But before that, your stomach let out an embarrassing noise, making blood rush to your face.

"Ahaha...I forgot I haven't eaten since yesterday. Would you guys mind if I ate a little before continuing the next episode?" You scratched you cheek.

"Of course not, I'm sorry we forgot about that. I'll go get some food -" before Charlie could get up, Alastor stopped her motioning with his hand . "Charlie, you must be exhausted after last night. Niffty dear, could you get up and get some food for our host and the two girls?"

"Going!" Niffty stood up so fast that if you weren't careful she would have hit your chin. While Niffty was coming back with food, Charlie busied herself with talking with Pentious, their apparent new member of the hotel. You picked up your phone and found out you had a new email. It said that Vaggie got the job. You quickly let her know.  While celebrating the news Charlie remembered something.

"Oh no...I forgot to go to the cafe today! I didn't even let them know!"

That was completely your fault. You quickly dialed up Adrien's number to let him know. It seemed like he wasn't that angry. He would have called her himself later after the shift. He wished you a speedy recovery and you let him know that Charlie would come back to work from tomorrow and apologized for the inconvenience. And after that you started texting your co-worker about the situation you were in while waiting for the food to arrive.

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Around that time, in the ground of the pond beside your cabin, a red pentagram appeared. From that a blue coloured animal emerged.

The animal had robotic parts all over its body. Actually it was a robot that just had a certain animals figure. While moving around with it's tail, it discovered that it still had sharp teeth in its face, sharp enough to bite through the hardest of things easily. It still couldn't see its whole body properly. Though it only had one thing in its mind currently.

Figuring out where the hell it was.

A.n (please read) : phew, finally done. Sorry for the long wait. I'm currently drowning in studies. Hopefully the chapter was satisfactory. I dunno if I got the reactions right(⁠^⁠～⁠^⁠;⁠)⁠ゞ

Also I'm kinda scared to tackle Angel's abuse episode (⁠•⁠ ⁠▽⁠ ⁠•⁠;⁠) I know no matter how hard I try, I'll still probably offend someone. I only ask you all to be patient with me and know that I'm trying my best.

Now for the explanation on the requirements of a new character appearing. I know you all want your favourite characters to come but it has some rules. Making everyone appear is going to make the fanfic a lot messy. I  wouldn't be able to keep up with everyone. So the rules are as following,

- first rule, Reader has to watch a episode of that character. The reason behind all the current characters appearing is because we already saw them in the pilot, reader knows about their character already.

For example, we have finally met Adam and lute in the new episodes. Now they have a chance to come anytime I want in future. But as for Lucifer, he'll still have to wait till we get to his episode. (Sorry Lucifer fans)

- Second rule, If that character is relevant to the story. This entirely depends on me. I already have the whole storyline in my head. I know how the story goes roughly, how it'll end, who's going to die and stuffs.

For example, if any of you ask St.peter to join in the story after his episode but it doesn't go with the plot I have, he isn't going to come.

Hopefully this clears up a lot of things. But if you have any other questions, feel free to ask me in the comments. (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)

Also I want to use Spanish words and phrases for the Spanish people in Hazbin hotel but I'm scared to use Google translate cause how easily it fucks stuffs up sometimes. Does anyone know any good website I could use for that? Or could any of my Spanish readers help me out a bit? (⁠•⁠ ⁠▽⁠ ⁠•⁠;⁠)

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[a-simple-imagine]

Help! My Girlfriend Just Fell Down The Alt-Right Supe Supremacist Pipeline

Synopsis: you, an empath, just watched cate, your girlfriend, murder dean shetty

Pairing: Cate Dunlap x fem!reader

Words: 1.2k+

A/N - obsessed with cate and will not apologise for it so I wrote a little something for her. a sweet little baby angel

WARNINGS - swearing, blood, mentions of violence and murder

the human body has so much blood. approximately 1.2-1.5 gallons. you've never really thought about it before but it kinda just pours out, the first chance it gets. and it's such a deep, unsettling, thick shade of crimson. really gross. human beings are such fragile things. it takes one little injury and you're down for the count. Dean Shetty had such a powerful presence. an influential woman. the head of a school for superheroes, no less when she had no special abilities. at least not in the Vought sense. but all it took to take her down was one touch from an adorable blonde girl. her lifeless body spread over the floor of her beautiful home; a pool of red forming below her neck. you can still hear the sound of the blade cutting through the flesh; it glides through her skin so easily. It was a memory you were sure would never leave you. all because of Cate. the person you least expected to become a cold-blooded murderer. Then again, maybe you didn't know her as well as you thought. you never would have guessed she was capable of being so manipulative but that turned out to be true. you still didn't quite understand it. how could she do that to your friends? to you? someone she apparently cared so much about.

the air was rich with the emotional weight of every single person in the room. it was so thick you could almost taste it. it was sour and harsh; so unbelievably suffocating. it spilt through your veins. you couldn't tell what belonged to whom. there was just so much of it. you hear your name slip from such gentle lips. it's hard to pull your eyes away from the horror scene before you even for cate. none of this seemed real. it couldn't be real. your girlfriend wasn't capable of murdering someone. she may not have held the knife but she did give the order.

cate takes a tentative step closer to you and with it, her individual emotions grow sharper. "you understand don't you," she expresses softly. your hands are shaking. it's just reflective of what happened with Shetty. the pain she felt. you felt. "I know you do." despite everything, you're not fearful of Cate. you know she wouldn't hurt you. all the mind fuckery was some misguided attempt to do the right thing. so you guess Cate was right, in some ways you did understand but not in the way she wanted. "it's us or them."

"oh Cate…" you sigh softly. there was so much panic in the room and yet so much expectation placed upon you. you were the closest to Cate. you knew they expected you to denounce her. they expected you to do… something. but you can't. she has been through so much. She was handling so much. Even if you tried, there was no changing her mind right now. the blonde moves even closer.

"she was trying to kill us all with her virus," she was desperate for understanding that you couldn't quite give her. Dean Shetty was an awful person. nobody would deny that and maybe she deserved to die but could you really forgive Cate for this? you wanted to. you wanted to help her. but this was all too much. your entire body alive with the weight of everyone else's emotions.

"I…" you trail off. you're not sure how to make this better. there was no bringing dean Shetty back to life. no way for Cate to come back from this. you like cate. you… love cate. you have never told her that. you didn't really realise until this very moment as you face your own reality. you wonder if she is in your head right now; reading your thoughts. there is a lot going on. her head is probably racing. wait. cate was no longer taking her meds. maybe this wasn't real. maybe this was like the time you got trapped in her head. god, you hoped it was like the time you found out Soldier Boy was her imaginary boyfriend. gross. "Cate, please. let's just wake up. this isn't real, right? tell me this isn't real."

"she's gone fucking crazy," someone yells but you can't tell who. it seems almost muffled. there is so much noise in her. your head feels like it's gonna explode. l

"Cate." you articulate more firmly this time. block it out. block them all out. "you didn't- this isn't happening."

"you heard her. you heard what she said. she wanted us all dead- they all do. I couldn't-" so much urgency in her voice. so much fear. "I'm protecting us-"

"Cate just stop please," you bark loudly. you didn't want to hear this. you couldn't handle this right now. you just wanted to wake up from this horrible dream

"you- you have to understand." the blonde grabs your hand and everything she is feeling crashes over you like a tsunami. heavy and dangerous. you buckle under the water. drowning beneath the waves. you can't do anything but let it crush you; a single tear spills down your cheek before the rest comes pouring out.

"don't fucking touch her." Jordan shoves her; hard. You tumble to the floor. a strong sense of loyalty radiates from them. a fierce sense of anger. so much red-hot fury. he wanted to protect you. they had always been that way. you never quite understood why. perhaps the nature of your powers made you seem weak or maybe it was how easily you became overwhelmed. One touch and you can sense every emotion and the meaning behind them. Cate can read minds but you could feel them. you experienced other people. to some extent, you could even manipulate them. Cate would tell you how powerful she knew you would be. it all came with practice. you believed her to be true but you never tried. you hated your abilities. people are just too much. they feel too much. you don't like it. you actually hate it. you spent all your time trying to block it out rather than learning to control it. because when emotions are high, you almost become incapacitated. you can't move. you can't speak. you can only feel. you can feel Cate's desperation. her drive. her desire for self-preservation. you can feel Jordan's hatred. how much he wants to hurt Cate. how much they're holding back to protect you. you can also feel Emma, Marie and even Sam. You bury your head in your hands. you want it to stop. you need it to stop. the tears were your own now.

"I couldn't let her hurt you." Cate urges once more. you know it's true. she has such strong convictions. she works so hard. and fights even harder. she has been mistreated all her life so it's no wonder that she works to protect whatever affection she can find. "I did this for all of you. I'm gonna protect us all"

"I- I need to leave," you mumble into your hands. a pressure against your back fills you with such intense energy that you bat it away. it was just Jordan trying to help. a reassuring hand. sometimes people forget you feel everything they're feeling. "I- sorry," you scramble to your feet. you hadn't meant to be so aggressive. it was their own anger anyway. "I just- I need to leave."

"I love you," Cate cries as you stumble for the exit. you couldn't be here anymore. you needed to get away from Cate. you need to get away from them all.

// NEXT

[akutasoda]

Hiii can I request angst hcs with the obey me brothers with a adopted fem demon teen mc who fell in love with an angel

all too familiar damnation

synopsis - a cruel sense of déjà vu torments them as they watch you fall in love with an angel

includes - lucifer, mammon, leviathan, satan, asmodeus, beelzebub, belphegor - all platonic!

warnings - fem!teen!reader, angst, slight spoilers for the brothers in general?, wc - 1.2k

lucifer ★↷

↪it ultimately fell down to his word, no matter what brother insisted that they should take you into their family, as to whether you could join the brother's family. but he knew that he wouldn't be able to say no regardless.

↪he also knew that teenagers could be an absolute handful, he had to witness all his brothers go through the same phase, and he didn't exactly trust their attitudes now to set a good impression on you.

↪but he never expected that he'd be faced with such a dilemma. lucifer understood that you would make friends and such but he never anticipated, nor knew how, an angel became one of them. and a potential lover at that.

↪contrary to expected belief, but he didn't actually care that it was an angel that you fell in love with. no, he cared about what that meant for you and the angel - he watch what happened with lillith and her human lover and he doubted that your punishment would be any nicer.

↪lucifer had allowed you to integrate with his brother's and become family, and the last thing he wanted was for you to face the same fate as lillith. he could not lose another sister.

mammon ★↷

↪at first, he was surprised by how excited he was to have a new member of the family - mainly because you probably wouldn't pick on him like the rest of his brothers - but his brother's concerns quickly rubbed of on him.

↪lucifer would say that mammons behaviour wasn't exactly the kind you, as a teen, needed to be influenced by but mammon would always brush it off as lucifer being negative.

↪learning about your angelic crush left him practically distraught. by no means did he want to discourage you from pursuing the angel but he also didn't want you to see the same fate as lillith saw. it was a cruel form of déjà vu.

↪mammon knew he couldn't do anything. he didn't want to discourage you but even if you did, your love for that angel probably would be stronger and so now he could only watch helplessly as you face due punishment.

leviathan ★↷

↪he didn't care initially. well maybe he cared a little bit considering the fact that you would be a new member to the family but he knew himself that it would take ages for him to actually come around to that as a fact.

↪but not getting to know you quicker was a blessing and a curse to him. as learning of your crush meant one thing and one thing only, him and his brothers saw this scene play out before the only difference being that it was now a demon and an angel.

↪because levi wasn't as well acquainted with you than everyone else he felt less distress but at the same time he felt guilty for not feeling the same as his brothers. if anything he only felt helpless to help you in any sense.

satan ★↷

↪he only knew of lillith's existence through stories that were rarely told and so he could barely understand his brother's qualms when they first adopted you. you weren't lillith and they ought to see you as your own person in this family.

↪however he did recognise the cruel irony that came around when he learnt of your angelic lover. if lillith got punished for falling in love with a human, he couldn't even begin to imagine the punishment you and the angel would endure.

↪satan wouldn't endure the same pain as the rest of them following this discovery, but he would feel an immense amount of anger and pity. he didn't exactly know where the anger was pointed towards - maybe just a natural reaction as the avatar of wrath - but the pity was most certainly directed toward you and the angel.

↪he knew that you and the angel probably would try and escape whatever punishment was tried against you two. but ultimately he would lose you, his younger sister, no matter what the outcome was and now his anger was null.

asmodeus ★↷

↪he was quite excited when they first took you in. sure he did share his brother's hesitance but he thought that having a fresh face around the house would be nice.

↪due to his status as the avatar of lust he probably was either the first to find out or be told. admittedly, he was in shock to find out that it was infact an angel that caught your affection but he did find it adorable.

↪he didn't care in the slightest that it probably would never be allowed but he knew that not everyone would share that view. and to that extent he felt rather cruel for encouraging you.

↪he knew that an unfair fate awaited both you and the angel but he knew that regardless of what he did, he couldn't change it. and so he would only encourage you and hope that somehow you two would be spared.

beelzebub ★↷

↪a mixture of emotions consumed beel when you first became part of their family. at first he cpuld only really be happy that you would becime apart of their family but his brother's hesitance affected him more than he wished for it to.

↪beel saw the problem immediately when he learnt of your angel crush but he didn't want to address it with you, he figured you probably knew aswell. if he could, he probably would wish to change this.

↪he didn't do anything when lillith fell in love with that human and now he can't stand to do anything when you fell in love with that angel. you both know that there isn't a single thing that will be changed but he can't bear to watch you go through the same fate as lillith did.

belphegor ★↷

↪he resented you when you first appeared. you weren't lillith and you never would be, therefore he refused to acknowledge that he could have another sister other than her. so he held little respect or regard for you - much to his brother's dismay.

↪he took little interest in your likes, dislikes and practically everything about you, making him the last to find out that you had fallen in love with an angel.

↪when he did find out, his first reaction was to scoff. but he didn't. all of a sudden he realised the big sense of déjà vu that washed over him, and belphegor could only be mad - at himself and at you.

↪at you for the fact that he saw it as a selfish act, you fell in love with that angel and no doubt that your actions would affect him and his brothers who decided to take you in.

↪at himself for not getting to know you - it wasn't your fault and he was merely being stubborn. he refused to ever see you as your own person and now he felt powerless to help like he did with lillith.