#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."

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"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.

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"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."

[newkatzkafe2023]

Any chance of the monkey gang with a reader who is an angel, but not a human-like angel with wings and a halo over their head, but rather an angel according to the Bible who tends to hide their appearance because it is disturbing or terrifying for those who would see them in that form.

Ohhhhhhhhhh I kinda know what you mean and that's kinda SPOOKY so here I go😧

(Lmk Wukong) He Admittedly held back a scream, because after months of dating be always wondered what your angel form looks like since you told him about. At first he thought of those little cute angels with the halo and wings like the commercials, not this.......... He's trying to think of a nicer way of saying monstrosity😨😨😨😨. Wukong goes to say that it's absolutely unexpected not unwelcome because your true form is an extension of you, And he loves all of you just like how you love all of him. To help with your confidence he removes his glamour whenever you use your angel form🥰🥰🥰

(NR Wukong) Ok I feel like this dude has seen worse, so what if your form could Definitely give him some horrific Nightmares for centuries to come he always reminds himself that it's you at the end but who care about that. Wukong is very calm for once and totally understood why you kelp the other form under wraps but he loves you always. He also shouldn't be judging Considering he's the one walking around with a mask😒😒😒😒

(MKR Wukong) Oh god, that is disturbing. Luckily, he is not dumb enough to say that out loud😧. Despite your true Accurate angel form, it is very difficult to look at directly but at the end of the day it's you he's looking at and he loves and accepts you at the end. On a brighter note, now he has even more ammunition to scare the crap out of sandy and pigsy😈😈😈

(HIB Wukong) Looks a few shades paler than earlier, that's for sure, he Definitely understands why you hide it very often if not all the time. It's not that he hates your form. It's just now that he has to see that every time he closes his eyes or blinks at the matter and you both agreed that Luier and Silly girl can never see this, at least until their adults.

(Netflix Wukong) YO HE SCREAMED LIKE, SCREAMED IN TERROR and he feels so bad about it😣. I mean he had never seen something like that before and he hoped he wouldn't have to ever again, he keeps this thoughts in his head as he ran and apologized to you lying and saying he was just surprised as all hoping that would spare your feelings Your other form is gonna take some time to get used too but he loves you the same.

(BMW Wukong) He thinks your angel form is the most beautiful thing he's ever seen in his immortal life..............mainly because he's f*cked up in his head😆 How could you hide this kind of thing from him all this time. Now that he knows about this He fell even harder than before, And you weren't sure if that was even possible, he calls you a true angel of the heavens and he is blessed to see you in all your angelic glory 😇

(Destined one) Considering who he had to fight during his journey he's seen uglier things. Not to say that your true form is ugly oh no your angel form is pretty and Unique to him, It's just the monsters and gods he fought kind Of desensitized him, so your form is not that effective in the disturbing department. If anything it would look amazing in the warzone🤩🤩🤩

FEEL FREE TO REBLOG😇

[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.

[talesfromawannabejournalist]

Mother of Humanity

Adam sat underneath his favorite tree in all of Eden. The one where he and Lucifer would spend their time under the shade laughing, talking, and sometimes even singing together. Nowadays he would go to when he needed a place to think. It had been about a month since both Lilith and Lucifer left, and a month since the angels had decided what to do with the stake of humanity on hold. Lilith was meant to be Adam's wife, the mother of humanity. Instead, she chose to throw all of that away while taking Lucifer with her.

That left them with a difficult decision, should they make a new woman? For what if she turned out exactly like Lilith and abandoned her duties as well? And the next one, and the next one, what if no matter how many times they try to create a new woman she would turn out the exact same? Then like a flash it hit them, they already had a loyal human who could play that part without question, Adam! Now, some might be confused, Adam was the first man, the future father of humanity, his body was not meant to carry children only produce.

That was when they got the most genius idea to become a woman. Only half the time though! By day he would be a man and at night he would be a woman, Eve, they would call him when in that form. They explained however that when he was finally blessed with a child, for nine months he would be stuck in his Eve form. Then when the baby was finally born, he would return to his natural form. Until night fell or the blessing happened again.

The angel's crisis regarding the true beginning of mankind was over and humanity would finally blossom and spread Earth. When Earth was finally suitable for humans until then Adam and the first generation of humans would stay in Eden. So long as they followed the one rule of course. As for Adam, he felt conflicted, though he always did dream of getting to become pregnant, it was always his angel who fulfilled that wish as they started a family. He loved Lucifer, yet he chose that horrible, horrible witch over him. Not to mention that the elders didn't even bother with asking him what he thought or what he wanted, they simply gave him this new responsibility.

Now he sat in his Eve form, and he looked the same, he now just had a vagina, large breasts, that were slightly bigger than Lilith's, a curvaceous backside and torso, long brown hair, and no facial hair whatsoever. All in all, it was Adam but now as a woman. Yet one feature of his body never changes his warm brown eyes. He sighed once more staring up at the shining rays of the moon. That's when he heard it, 'swoosh' 'swoosh'. The sound of heavy wings descending, he stood up prepared to greet one of the elders, hopefully, Sera, when he gasped. In the distance, a familiar angel stood with a familiar-looking woman. Not wasting any time, he sprinted his way over to the couple.

Adam: LUCI! LILY! OVER HERE, ITS ME!

The two turned in shock as a woman came tumbling toward them. Assuming it was Adam's new bride that they both heard of being created they stood to attention. Lucifer stepped forward ready to greet the second woman when he was cut off surprised by the second woman scooping him into her arms and giving him a great bear hug. He blushed as his head was smushed in between her sizeable bosom. It caused Lilith to stare bitterly at the sight. Once Lucifer was out of her hold he looked up at her beaming face. His brows furrowed as he saw tears start to fall from those strangely familiar eyes. Yet the smile still remained

Adam: Oh Luci, I missed you so much! I thought you were gone forever. The angels told me you wouldn't return, but you did, you really did. It doesn't matter though I'm just so glad you're back! You finally came back, for me, right? Because you know I love you, right?

Lucifer's eyes widen to the sizes of dinner plates, this woman not only acted as if she knew him since forever, but just declared her love to him.

Adam: Luci? What's wrong Lucifer?

Lucifer: (gulps) How, how do you know my name?

Adam: Luci it's me, I know I don't look like myself, but it really is me. It's your best friend Luci

Lucifer took a full minute to scan her face trying to see if she was in any way joking or lying. It was when he started to really stare deeply into her eyes, those eyes. Now he knew why they looked so familiar, those eyes, they were, she was,

Lucifer: ...Adam?

@kittenfangirl20

[cheeekycharchar]

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

[jollmaster]

trivia: Angel Dust as mortal

• real name: Antonio Costa [rib]

• period of life: mid XXth ct.

• region: Sicily

• spent childhood and youth in a village near Palermo, fooling around with beloved sister, going to parochial school and riding a hog instead of a horse

• when he was about fourteen, father decided that it was time to get younger son into the business (Angel still reads aloud and writes with a lot of mistakes)

• worked through brute force or delivery/transfer of contraband; had no problem with killings and murders

• the only murder Antonio regretted was the second one, — when he was nineteen, he fell in love for the first time with a guy (an ally, a port worker); that guy after Antonio's confession blackmailed that he would tell the consigliere everything, so Antonio stabbed him to death, thus keeping the secret

• honestly admits that he's not very smart: a smart man wouldn't get addicted to the phencyclidine

• very social, talkative, loud; depends on slightly perverted family ties and the authority of elders

• cause of death: overdose

main gang, actual designs: Vaggie, Charlie, Angel Dust, Niffty, sir Pentious, Cherri Bomb, Husk, Alastor

as mortals: Vaggie [María de la Vega], Cherri Bomb [Saoirse], sir Pentious [Spencer], Husk, Alastor

+ Charlie in full-human form

[citruslullabies]

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.”

Thanks for requesting! And psssttttt.. did you know that this lovely human being is a staff member on our discord server too? Come join and talk to us! Click here to join!

[anna-the-undertaker]

Bring Back the Devil

I was thinking about the Angelic Demons event and came up with this. I don't remember all the details for that event but it doesn't matter in regards to this. However, I imagined the bangle being more of a restraint, where the brothers are "aware" but it keeps them from behaving or responding to things the way they normally would so the emotions and stuff builds up over time. For this scenario, let's assume that if enough of their sin or power or emotions built up, it would weaken the bangle allowing the brothers to remove it on their own.

MC had just about had it. Sure, at first, the sight of the brothers turned into angels had been amusing and a bit awe inspiring—wings, halos, and a newfound sense of purity draped over their usually sinful personalities. But that had worn off quickly. The demon realm wasn’t exactly forgiving, and the other demons had decided that with the brothers acting all holy, MC was fair game. The insults had started small: a jab here, a snide comment there. But lately, it had gotten worse.

"Look at you, a human, so out of place. What makes you think you belong here?" one of the demons sneered.

MC had brushed it off the best they could. After all, their lover and the others would step in, wouldn't they? Well, sort of. Whenever a demon overstepped, one of the newly angelic brothers would swoop in, halo practically glowing as they gently admonished the culprit. “Now, now, that’s not very kind,” he would say. “Please refrain from such behavior.”

But that wasn’t enough.

One day, after an especially cutting insult, MC’s demon approached, his eyes soft, his voice as sweet as honey. “Are you alright, my light? Don’t let those words get to you. You’re wonderful, just as you are.”

MC stared at him, heart clenching in frustration. It wasn’t the words. It was the tone—the gentle, serene comfort that felt so... wrong. Where was the fiery protector? The possessive spark in his eyes? The sharp, sarcastic wit that had drawn MC to him in the first place? This wasn’t the demon they had fallen for.

“I need the old you back!” MC snapped, their voice trembling with the pent-up frustration of days spent enduring this nightmare. “None of this makes sense anymore! I miss you—the you I fell in love with!”

Their lover blinked, his serene expression unchanged, as if he couldn’t quite comprehend the outburst. MC stormed off, leaving him standing there, confused but... still angelic.

As much as MC hoped their words would snap him out of it, nothing seemed to work. The magic that bound him was too strong. That is, until the day things escalated.

MC was cornered by a group of demons who had decided they’d had enough of MC’s resilience. One of them pushed MC, and they stumbled, scraping their knee as they fell.

It was in that moment something shifted in their lover. Something dark flickered beneath the halo. The serene smile remained, but it was as though the warmth behind it had vanished. He stepped forward, offering his hand to MC, his voice still unnervingly calm. “Let’s get you home.”

Once MC was safe, he healed the wound with a touch, his movements slow and deliberate. Then, without a word, he left.

Lucifer

Lucifer's thoughts were cold, calculated, as he stood over the cowering demons. His fingers ghosted over the bangle on his wrist, the magic pulsating faintly beneath his skin, restraining him. The angelic calm had been like a cage, suffocating, but now... now it was time for that restraint to come undone.

He had promised MC that he would protect them. He had promised the demons something else entirely.

With a deep, slow breath, he tore the bangle from his wrist, his aura shifting instantly. The air thickened with an oppressive weight, and a cruel, satisfied smirk spread across his face. The demons before him shrank back, their earlier bravado evaporating into terror as Lucifer’s wings—no longer pristine white—flickered into a deadly black.

Lucifer flexed his fingers, feeling the power surge back into him like a rush of cold flame. "I told you," he said, his voice low and smooth, like velvet stretched over steel. "You should have listened when I gave you the chance."

One of the demons made the mistake of stepping back, a weak attempt at escape. Lucifer’s eyes narrowed, and in an instant, he was upon them. His hand shot out, grabbing the demon by the throat. He lifted them effortlessly off the ground, their feet kicking in a panic as they choked for air.

"I gave you mercy once, a mercy you spat on by hurting MC," he hissed, his eyes glowing with lethal fury. "Now, there will be no mercy."

With a single squeeze, he crushed the demon’s windpipe, the sickening crack echoing in the stillness of the room. The demon's body went limp, and Lucifer tossed it aside with a flick of his wrist, like it was nothing more than a broken toy.

The others stood frozen in terror, their eyes wide as they realized the fate that awaited them. Lucifer turned toward the remaining two, his smirk fading into a look of pure, cold resolve.

"Run," he said softly, almost mockingly.

They didn't need to be told twice. The two demons bolted, scrambling to flee from the inevitable. But Lucifer was faster. Much faster.

His wings spread wide, and in a blur of motion, he was in front of the first one. Before they could even scream, his sword materialized in his hand—a wicked, gleaming blade infused with dark magic. Without hesitation, Lucifer drove it straight through their chest, impaling the demon against the wall. Blood splattered, staining the stone, but his movements were precise, methodical. The demon gasped, eyes rolling back as the life drained from them.

Lucifer yanked the sword free, the body slumping to the ground in a heap. He turned his gaze to the last demon, who had frozen in place, trembling.

"Please... please, I—I didn’t mean it!" the demon stammered, their voice breaking.

Lucifer's expression was unreadable as he approached, his steps slow, deliberate. "Didn’t mean it?" he repeated, his voice laced with icy disdain. "You dared to harm what is mine. You don’t deserve a second chance."

The demon fell to their knees, sobbing and begging, but Lucifer wasn’t listening. With one swift stroke, he severed their head from their body. The thud of it hitting the ground was the final sound that broke the silence, and Lucifer stood still for a moment, watching the blood pool around his feet.

He felt no remorse.

This was justice. He had warned them. He had offered them a way out. But they had made their choice when they laid hands on MC. Now, there was nothing left of them but broken bodies and bloodstains.

Sheathing his sword, Lucifer turned on his heel and walked away from the carnage, his face unreadable once again. His wings folded neatly behind him, and as he moved, the demonic energy that had once engulfed him slowly began to recede. His thoughts were already focused on returning to MC. They had endured enough, and now they needed him.

When he arrived back at the house, his demeanor had softened. He found MC waiting, their eyes searching his face for answers. They must have known, on some level, what he had done.

Without a word, Lucifer stepped forward, gently cupping their face in his hands. His gaze softened, and for a moment, the cold fury that had consumed him was replaced by something warmer, something tender.

"You're safe now," he whispered, his voice low and filled with quiet reassurance.

Before MC could respond, Lucifer leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to their wrist, lingering there for a moment. It was an intimate gesture, one that spoke of his devotion, his unspoken promise to always protect them—no matter the cost.

He pulled back, his thumb brushing lightly over their cheek. "I’m sorry I couldn’t do more earlier," he said softly. "But I promise you, no one will dare lay a hand on you again."

His words were calm, but the unspoken threat behind them was clear. Lucifer had shown mercy once. There would be no second time.

And with that, he pulled MC into his arms, holding them close as if anchoring himself to them after the storm of violence. No matter how dark he could become, they were the light that kept him grounded.

And for now, that was all that mattered.

Mammon

Mammon had never been quick to anger, but when it came to MC, it was a different story entirely. Sure, he’d complain, call them a "stupid human" or act like they were a bother—but that was just Mammon. Deep down, MC meant more to him than anything, and nobody messed with what was his.

Right now, standing in front of the demons who had hurt MC, he could feel his blood boiling. His angelic bangle still glowed faintly on his wrist, suppressing the usual fiery temper that surged through him, keeping him in check. But that wasn’t going to last much longer.

Mammon clenched his fists, his knuckles white. The demons stood there, grinning like they hadn’t just crossed a line they couldn’t come back from. They didn’t know him like they thought they did—not really.

"You think I’m some weakling just ’cause of this thing?" Mammon growled, his hand tugging at the bangle. "You idiots have no idea who you’re dealin' with."

With one sharp motion, Mammon yanked the bangle off. It snapped, hitting the ground with a clink. Immediately, the air around him shifted. Gone was the warm, angelic presence—the Mammon they had underestimated. The bangle’s magic disintegrated, and what replaced it was the demon he truly was: a deadly, violent storm brewing beneath his deceptively cocky grin.

"You’re gonna regret ever layin' a hand on MC," Mammon sneered, cracking his neck, his wings now fully spread—dark, powerful, and unrestrained.

The first demon took a step back, his confidence fading, but Mammon was faster. In the blink of an eye, Mammon’s hand shot out, gripping the demon’s collar and slamming him into the wall with bone-shattering force. The sickening crunch echoed through the alley, but Mammon didn’t stop there.

"Oh, you’re scared now, huh?" His voice was low, dangerous. "Too late for that."

With a sharp twist, Mammon drove his knee into the demon’s chest, shattering his ribs. The demon wheezed, coughing up blood, but Mammon was relentless. He let the demon drop to the ground, kicking him across the floor like discarded trash. His attention turned to the others, and the cocky grin on his face made it clear he wasn’t done yet.

"Who’s next?" he asked, his eyes gleaming with a dangerous light.

One demon foolishly tried to flee. Mammon rolled his eyes. "Oh no, ya don’t!" His hand shot forward, summoning a chain of gold that wrapped around the demon’s leg, yanking him back with such force that the demon’s head hit the ground, cracking the stone beneath him. Mammon gave the chain a quick tug, dragging the demon closer, his boots crunching over shattered debris.

"You thought you could just run after hurtin' MC?!" Mammon’s fury reached its peak. He grabbed the demon by the throat, lifting him off the ground with ease. The demon clawed at Mammon’s hand, choking, but Mammon’s grip only tightened.

"Nobody gets away with touchin' what’s mine!" he roared, before tossing the demon straight into a wall with such force that the impact shattered the demon’s body entirely. The mangled remains slumped to the ground, lifeless.

The last demon was barely able to stand, shaking as Mammon turned his predatory gaze on him. "You’ve got one shot to beg for your miserable life," Mammon said, his voice dripping with contempt. "Go on. Make it good."

The demon’s knees gave out, and he crumbled to the ground, whimpering as he tried to find the words. "P-please... I... I didn’t mean it... I’m sorry!"

Mammon sneered, disgusted. "Pathetic." With one swift motion, he summoned a jagged blade from thin air and, without hesitation, plunged it straight through the demon’s heart. There was no mercy in his eyes, no hesitation—just cold fury.

The demon gurgled, blood spilling from his lips, but Mammon didn’t blink. He yanked the blade out, watching as the demon crumpled in a lifeless heap at his feet.

"Should’ve known better," Mammon muttered, wiping the blade clean on his coat before dismissing it with a flick of his hand. His wings folded back, the air still humming with the intensity of his rage, but there was no point in sticking around any longer. The mess was handled. They wouldn’t hurt MC ever again.

Satisfied, Mammon turned on his heel and made his way back to the House of Lamentation. The anger still simmered beneath his skin, but it melted away as soon as he saw MC.

They were waiting for him, looking up with those worried eyes that always managed to soften him.

"Oi, don’t gimme that look," he grumbled, but his tone lacked any real bite. "I took care of it."

MC opened their mouth to respond, but Mammon didn’t give them the chance. Instead, he stepped forward, cupping their face with a surprising gentleness and pressing a firm, possessive kiss to their forehead. His lips lingered there, and for a moment, the chaotic whirlwind that was Mammon stilled.

"You’re safe now, alright? No one’s gonna mess with ya again," he murmured against their skin, pulling back just enough to meet their eyes, a serious expression on his face. "Never again."

His hand brushed a strand of hair from their face, and his usual cocky grin returned, though softer this time. "Besides, who else is gonna protect ya, huh? You’d be lost without the Great Mammon." He winked, his tone playful, but the protective undertone was unmistakable.

MC let out a soft laugh, shaking their head, but Mammon could see the relief in their eyes. He might’ve been the embodiment of greed, but when it came to them, his greed was for their safety, for their happiness.

And Mammon had no problem taking out anyone who dared threaten that.

Leviathan

Leviathan had never been the type to enjoy confrontation, preferring to lose himself in the world of games and anime rather than deal with real-world problems. But when it came to MC, everything changed. The moment they had been hurt by those demons, something inside him snapped. It wasn’t just anger—it was a burning, violent rage that only a demon of his caliber could feel.

Standing in front of the demons now, Levi's grip on his angelic bangle tightened. It was the only thing holding him back, keeping him from unleashing the full power of the envy that simmered beneath the surface. His usual awkward demeanor was gone, replaced with an intensity the demons had never seen from him before.

"You know..." Levi's voice was low, trembling with barely contained fury. "In my favorite anime, the main character always gives the villains a chance to apologize... to explain themselves."

One of the demons sneered, unaware of just how grave of a mistake they were making. "What are you gonna do, nerd? Lecture us about your stupid obsessions?"

Levi’s eyes narrowed, the bangle glowing faintly as he considered their words. His heart raced, the humiliation of being belittled creeping in, but the fury over what they had done to MC drowned it out. He could hear their cruel laughter echoing in his mind—just like all the bullies, all the voices telling him he was worthless.

But MC had never treated him like that. And now these demons thought they could hurt them?

With a growl of frustration, Levi tore the bangle from his wrist, the restraints falling away. The atmosphere changed instantly. Gone was the timid, insecure otaku. In his place stood the Grand Admiral of Hell’s Navy, his power radiating off him in waves, dark and suffocating.

"You made a mistake," Levi hissed, his serpentine tail appearing behind him, coiling with barely suppressed tension. "A huge one."

The demons’ bravado wavered, but it was too late for regret. Levi’s eyes gleamed with unrestrained wrath as he summoned his cursed trident. With a single flick of his wrist, the weapon materialized in his hand, glowing with malevolent energy.

The first demon made a move to escape, but Levi was faster. He lashed out with his tail, coiling it around the demon's neck and yanking them backward with brutal force. The demon's eyes bulged in terror, but Levi’s expression was cold, unforgiving.

"You thought you could hurt MC and just walk away?" His voice was sharp, biting. "You thought wrong."

With a vicious twist, Levi’s tail snapped the demon’s neck, the sound of bones breaking echoing in the dark alley. The demon’s body slumped to the ground, lifeless, but Levi wasn’t done. His grip on his trident tightened as he turned to the others, who were now visibly trembling.

"You really think you can just mess with me?" Levi snarled. "With MC? You think you’re better than me?!"

One of the demons took a step back, fear evident in their eyes. "W-we didn’t mean to—"

"Shut up!" Levi’s voice roared through the alley, his trident pulsing with raw energy. "You don't get to talk anymore."

Without giving them another second to plead, Levi hurled his trident forward, the weapon slicing through the air like a spear. It struck the second demon directly in the chest, impaling them to the wall behind them. They let out a strangled cry, their body convulsing as Levi’s magic coursed through them, dissolving their insides.

The last demon, shaking uncontrollably, tried to back away, but Levi was on them in an instant. He yanked his trident free from the corpse, its blade dripping with dark energy, and pointed it at the final demon.

"Did you know?" Levi's voice was disturbingly calm now, almost detached. "In the games I play, the final boss always has the most satisfying ending."

The demon whimpered, falling to their knees. "Please, I—"

Levi didn’t let them finish. With a savage thrust, he drove his trident through the demon's skull, silencing them instantly. The body crumpled to the ground, the trident still lodged in their head as Levi stood over them, breathing heavily.

For a moment, he stared at the destruction he’d caused, his heart pounding in his chest. This wasn’t like the games. This was real. He’d done this. And yet, he didn’t feel guilty. They had deserved it—every single one of them. They had dared to hurt MC.

Levi pulled his trident free, dismissing it with a flick of his hand as he let out a shaky breath. His anger simmered down, the adrenaline fading, and all he could think about was MC. They were waiting for him, and he needed to make sure they were okay.

When he returned to the house, MC was sitting on the couch, their eyes flickering with concern as soon as they saw him. Levi hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to say. His usual awkwardness began to creep back in, but the sight of MC, safe and unharmed, eased his nerves.

Without saying a word, Levi walked over to them, his movements uncharacteristically steady. He sat beside them, his heart still racing, and before MC could ask if everything was alright, he leaned down and pressed a kiss to their shoulder—a small, intimate gesture that conveyed everything he couldn’t put into words.

"I took care of them," Levi mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper, his face burning with embarrassment. "No one’s gonna hurt you again."

He shifted uncomfortably, his tail curling in his lap as he tried to find the right words. "I know I’m not... I’m not like Lucifer or Mammon or the others. I’m not strong like them. But I swear... I’ll protect you. Always."

MC smiled softly, reaching up to touch his cheek, and Levi’s heart stuttered in his chest. He had never been good at expressing his feelings, but in that moment, he knew he didn’t have to. They understood him.

He was their protector, their guardian—whether he believed in himself or not.

And that was enough.

Satan

Satan could feel his fury clawing at him from the inside, barely restrained by the glowing bangle on his wrist. Each pulse of its magic grated against him like an itch he couldn’t scratch. The demons in front of him, their smug faces, their taunts echoing in his ears—it was all too much. Worse, they had dared to lay hands on MC. He could hardly contain the raw, animalistic rage that surged through him.

"You think this is a joke?" Satan’s voice was dangerously calm, though his body trembled with suppressed anger. "You think you can just... hurt them and walk away?"

One of the demons laughed, and it took every ounce of Satan’s self-control not to rip their throat out right there. But no, he wanted them to suffer. Suffer like he had suffered every time he fought to rein in the chaos inside him. They were about to learn just how much cruelty he was capable of.

Satan raised his wrist, eyeing the bangle, the final chain holding back the tidal wave of his fury. "You have no idea what you've unleashed," he muttered, his voice dark and low.

With a sharp tug, he ripped the bangle free. Immediately, the oppressive magic dissipated, and the full weight of Satan's wrath crashed over the alley like a storm. His eyes glowed with unrestrained power, his teeth bared in a vicious snarl. His body twisted and cracked, morphing into a brutal, demonic form—black and razor-sharp, ready to rend flesh from bone.

The demons took a step back, fear flashing in their eyes, but it was far too late for regret. They were in the den of a beast now, and there would be no escape.

"You’re going to die," Satan said softly, a chilling smile spreading across his face. "But first... you’re going to scream."

The first demon didn’t have time to blink before Satan was on him, moving with a speed and precision that belied his fury. His claws—no longer hidden beneath his human facade—dug into the demon’s chest, tearing through skin and muscle as if they were paper. The demon’s scream echoed in the alley, a sound that only fueled Satan’s bloodlust. He yanked his hand back, and with it came a wet, sickening tear as he ripped the demon’s heart free, holding the pulsing organ in his hand for a moment before crushing it in his fist.

Blood sprayed across his face and chest, but Satan barely noticed. His eyes were already locked onto the next target.

The second demon tried to run, but Satan’s tail whipped out, wrapping around their ankle and dragging them back. The demon thrashed, but Satan only tightened his grip, the scales on his tail digging into their flesh, shredding it as they howled in agony. "Please—please, I didn’t mean—"

Satan’s laughter cut them off, low and deranged. "Didn’t mean to? Didn’t mean to what? Touch what belongs to me?" His voice was a hiss, venomous and sharp, as he pulled the demon closer, his grip never loosening. "Now you’ll see exactly what that costs."

He crouched over them, pinning them down with his knee before raising his clawed hand. With a savage swipe, he slashed through the demon’s face, leaving deep, bloody gouges where their eyes once were. Blood poured from the wounds, the demon’s screams muffled by the blood filling their throat. Satan leaned closer, whispering into their ear, "This is what true pain feels like."

Without another word, he plunged his claws into their chest, tearing their ribcage apart with a sickening crunch. He reached inside, pulling at their organs, each movement calculated to cause as much pain as possible. Blood and viscera splattered everywhere, coating Satan’s hands, his chest, his face—he reveled in it, in the absolute destruction of the creature beneath him.

The third demon was paralyzed with fear, watching the brutal slaughter unfold in front of them. Satan stood, covered head to toe in blood, his eyes glowing with feral delight as he turned to the last one. They stumbled back, tripping over themselves in a desperate attempt to escape.

"Please... please, no!" the demon begged, their voice cracking.

Satan’s grin widened, his fangs glistening. "Oh, but you’ve only made me more curious," he said softly. "What should I tear apart first? Your limbs, maybe? Or perhaps I’ll start with your throat—"

He moved before the demon could react, grabbing them by the neck and lifting them off the ground. The demon gasped, their hands clawing at Satan’s grip, but it was futile. His claws dug into their skin, and with a single, brutal twist, he tore their head from their shoulders. The body collapsed in a heap, blood gushing from the severed neck as Satan tossed the head aside like trash.

Panting, covered in gore, Satan stood among the carnage he had wrought, his chest heaving as the last of his rage simmered down. The demons were nothing more than broken bodies now, reduced to piles of blood and flesh at his feet.

And yet, it wasn’t enough. It would never be enough until he saw MC, until he held them in his arms and knew they were safe.

With one final glance at the carnage, Satan turned and made his way back to the House of Lamentation, blood dripping from his clothes and trailing behind him.

When he entered, MC was there, their eyes wide as they took in the sight of him. Satan was soaked in blood, bits of viscera still clinging to his skin, but his expression softened the moment he saw them. They stood up, rushing toward him, but before they could speak, Satan pulled them into his arms, his hands possessively gripping their waist.

Without hesitation, he dipped them low, crashing his lips against theirs in a searing, passionate kiss that left no room for doubt. It was fierce, overwhelming, the kind of kiss Satan had only ever read about in his beloved romance novels—but now, it was real, and it was all for them.

When he finally pulled away, both of them breathless, Satan rested his forehead against theirs, his eyes burning with intensity. "You’re mine... I love you," he whispered, his voice low and raw with emotion. "No one will ever hurt you again. I swear it."

He didn’t care that he was still covered in blood, didn’t care that he looked like a monster. All that mattered was that MC was in his arms, safe, and he would never let them go.

Asmodeus

Asmodeus didn’t like getting his hands dirty—blood was such a hassle, after all. But there were limits, even for him. He stared at the demons who had the audacity to harm MC, his usually radiant smile now cold and sharp. His beauty was still undeniable, but something about him now seemed dangerous, untouchable, as if you could admire him but never dare cross him.

The demons sneered, clearly underestimating the Avatar of Lust. That was their first mistake.

"You're really going to regret this," Asmo said softly, his voice smooth as silk, though his eyes glittered with something far darker. He raised his wrist, eyeing the glowing bangle with a mixture of disdain and amusement. "You see, I’m not one to get involved in violence—it's so brutish. But for MC… well, I’ll make an exception."

With a graceful flick of his wrist, Asmo tore the bangle free, the restraint snapping like a weak thread. His aura shifted immediately. The warmth and charm that usually surrounded him melted away, replaced by something far more lethal.

His wings unfurled, dark and glimmering like the night sky, and his delicate fingers curled into claws. His eyes, still shimmering with allure, now held a gleam that promised nothing but pain.

"Let’s make this quick, shall we?" he purred, his voice as sweet as ever, though the underlying menace was impossible to miss.

One of the demons, clearly too stupid to understand the danger, lunged at him. Asmo sighed, almost bored, and sidestepped with effortless grace. "Oh, darling," he cooed, "didn’t anyone teach you not to rush at perfection?"

With a flick of his hand, a trail of razor-sharp energy burst from his fingertips, slicing through the demon's flesh like butter. Blood sprayed across the alley, splattering onto Asmo’s pristine clothes, but he didn’t seem to care. The demon staggered, their body quickly falling apart under the assault. Asmo watched with detached amusement as they crumpled to the ground, a ruined mess.

"One down," he said lightly, brushing a speck of blood from his cheek.

The remaining two demons hesitated, their earlier bravado quickly crumbling. Asmo’s smile only grew wider, his fangs glinting. "What’s wrong? Don’t like the idea of becoming a work of art?"

Before they could react, Asmo moved. He was fast—faster than they could comprehend—and in an instant, he was in front of the second demon. With a graceful swipe, his claws tore across their throat, and blood gushed out in a fountain. The demon gurgled, their hands flying to their neck as they collapsed, choking on their own lifeforce.

Asmo tilted his head, watching them with a curious glint in his eyes. "I was hoping for a more graceful exit from you," he sighed, stepping over the body. "But I suppose you can’t all appreciate beauty the way I do."

The final demon stood frozen in place, their face pale with terror. Asmo approached them slowly, his steps light and graceful, like a predator toying with its prey.

"You should’ve thought twice before touching MC," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "Now, I’m afraid I’ll have to ruin that pretty little face of yours."

The demon tried to stumble backward, but Asmo was already there. His claws glowed with a sickly light as he reached out, grasping the demon’s face in one swift motion. The demon screamed, but it was quickly cut off as Asmo’s claws dug into their flesh, burning through skin and bone. He didn’t flinch as blood splattered across his chest, only smiling as the demon’s body spasmed in his grip.

"Shh, it’ll be over soon," Asmo whispered, his voice dripping with false kindness. "You should feel lucky, really—at least you’re dying at the hands of someone beautiful."

With a final twist, Asmo ripped the demon’s face clean off, leaving nothing but a mangled, bloody mess behind. The body collapsed at his feet, lifeless.

Asmodeus sighed, flicking the blood from his claws and shaking his head. "Such a mess," he muttered, though there was no regret in his tone. He glanced at the carnage around him, admiring his handiwork for a brief moment before turning to leave.

As he returned to the House of Lamentation, he wiped the blood from his face with a delicate handkerchief, his usual charm slipping back into place. When he saw MC, his entire demeanor shifted again. The cold, dangerous aura melted away, replaced by the warm, radiant smile they had come to know.

"MC, darling," Asmo cooed as he approached them, his voice honeyed and sweet. Without a moment’s hesitation, he reached out, pulling them into his arms. "You’re safe now."

MC looked up at him, their eyes flickering with worry as they took in the blood still staining his clothes. But before they could say anything, Asmo dipped his head and pressed a gentle kiss to the back of their hand, his lips lingering there for a moment.

"Don’t worry about the mess," he said softly, his eyes meeting theirs with a teasing glint. "Nothing I can’t handle."

He lifted their hand to his cheek, brushing it softly against his skin, his smile never fading. "I had to protect my most precious treasure, after all," he whispered, leaning down to press a soft, slow, lustful kiss to their neck. His touch was light, delicate—filled with the care and affection that only Asmo could give, making MC barely able to suppress the moan that threatened to escape them.

"You’re safe with me," he promised, his voice low and intimate, the playful flirtation still dancing in his eyes. "Always."

Beelzebub

Beelzebub had always felt hunger gnawing at him, a constant, insatiable void that nothing could ever completely fill. But this time, the hunger was different. It wasn’t for food or the usual cravings that plagued him. This hunger was born from the rage that boiled inside him the moment those demons had touched MC.

They had hurt his MC, and that was unforgivable.

The bangle on his wrist buzzed with energy, holding him back, keeping the primal part of him caged. But Beel wasn’t feeling very angelic right now. He flexed his hand, staring down the demons who stood before him, their laughter still echoing in the alley. They didn’t know what was coming. They didn’t realize they had just made a fatal mistake.

"MC... they didn’t deserve that," Beel said, his voice low, rumbling like an earthquake. His eyes flashed with something darker, more primal, as he raised his wrist and yanked the bangle off with a force that shattered it.

Immediately, his entire demeanor shifted. His normally calm, steady expression twisted into something dangerous. His wings, large and shadowed, unfurled with a violent snap, casting a dark silhouette over the demons.

"I’m not letting you walk away from this," Beel said, his voice deep and guttural. His hunger surged with his rage, and he could feel his body responding to the need for vengeance. "I’m going to make sure you never hurt anyone again."

One of the demons foolishly charged at him, claws bared. Beel caught them midair with one massive hand, his grip crushing their arm like it was a twig. The demon howled in pain, but Beel’s expression was unchanging, cold.

"You messed with the wrong person," Beel growled, tightening his grip. With a sickening crunch, he snapped the demon’s arm off at the elbow, tossing the limb aside like discarded meat. The demon screamed, stumbling backward, but Beel wasn’t done. His stomach growled loudly, and his hunger took over.

In one swift motion, Beel lunged forward and sank his teeth into the demon’s neck, tearing into flesh and bone with disturbing ease. The taste of blood filled his mouth, rich and metallic, as he ripped the demon’s throat out, leaving them gurgling on the ground.

He didn’t stop there. Beel crouched over the twitching body, his hunger taking full control as he ripped pieces of the demon apart, consuming them like they were nothing more than a meal. Blood splattered across his face and chest, but he didn’t care. The hunger demanded to be sated, and this was how it would be done.

The other demons froze in place, horror written across their faces as they watched Beel tear their companion apart, devouring every piece.

"Y-you’re... you’re a monster!" one of them cried, taking a step back.

Beel’s eyes snapped to them, his lips curling back in a snarl, blood dripping from his teeth. "I’m starving," he growled, his voice filled with a dark, insatiable hunger. He stood, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he advanced toward the second demon.

They tried to run, but Beel was faster, grabbing them by the waist and slamming them into the ground with bone-shattering force. The demon let out a scream as Beel pinned them down, his large hands crushing their ribs.

"I wonder if you’ll taste better," Beel said, his tone eerily calm as he leaned down, his teeth gleaming. Without hesitation, he bit into their shoulder, tearing a chunk of flesh away and swallowing it whole. The demon’s screams only seemed to spur him on as he methodically tore them apart, piece by piece.

By the time Beel was done, there was nothing left but blood and shattered bones. He licked his lips, feeling the hunger subside slightly, but his rage remained.

The last demon was frozen in fear, their eyes wide as Beel turned to face them, blood dripping from his chin. "Please... d-don’t..." they whimpered, falling to their knees.

Beel tilted his head, his gaze piercing. "You hurt MC."

With that, he lunged forward, ending the demon’s life in a swift, brutal motion, his teeth tearing through their flesh as if they were nothing more than meat. It was messy, it was violent, and by the time Beel was finished, there wasn’t a trace of any of the demons left.

His chest heaved, his body covered in blood, but the hunger had finally quieted. He wiped his mouth again, feeling the sharp sting of satisfaction as the adrenaline faded. They were gone. They would never hurt MC again.

Satisfied, Beel turned and made his way back to the House of Lamentation, his mind already focused on MC.

When he arrived, he found them waiting for him, their eyes wide with concern. He was covered in blood, and there was no way they wouldn’t notice the fresh stains, the smell of death clinging to him. But none of that mattered now.

Without saying a word, Beel stepped forward, pulling MC into his arms with a gentleness that defied the violent storm he had just unleashed. He held them tightly, his head lowering as he pressed a kiss to the top of their head.

"You’re safe," he murmured, his voice quiet but filled with the weight of his promise. "They won’t hurt you again. I made sure of it."

MC didn’t flinch at the sight of the blood. Instead, they leaned into him, trusting him completely. Beel’s grip tightened slightly, his lips brushing against their forehead one more time.

"I’ll always protect you," he whispered, his voice soft but resolute. "No matter what."

Belphegor

Belphegor leaned lazily against the wall, his arms crossed and his eyes half-closed, giving the impression that he could fall asleep at any moment. The demons in front of him—so sure of themselves, so smug—had made the mistake of hurting MC. And that was something he couldn’t let slide.

The demons snickered, clearly unaware of how much danger they were in. They thought the Avatar of Sloth wouldn’t care, that he wouldn’t put in the effort to do anything about it. Belphie sighed, his fingers lightly grazing the glowing bangle on his wrist, the only thing holding back his true nature.

"You know," he drawled, lifting his wrist to examine the bangle, "I really hate when people interrupt my naps... or hurt the people I care about." His voice remained soft, sleepy even, but there was a sharp edge to it that made the air around them grow colder.

The demons exchanged confused glances, still underestimating him.

Belphie’s eyes flicked to the demons, his usual calm expression darkening. With a lazy yank, he pulled the bangle free, and the tension in the air snapped. His power, no longer restrained, crackled around him like a storm gathering strength. His tail swayed slowly, as if deciding whether to strike.

The change in atmosphere was immediate. Gone was the laid-back, sleepy Belphie. In his place stood a demon who had no qualms about taking lives when provoked.

"You should’ve known better than to mess with MC," he muttered, his voice low and dangerous.

One demon, clearly still unaware of the impending doom, made the mistake of rushing him. Belphie barely moved, a bored expression on his face, as his hand whipped forward, gripping the demon’s neck with a speed that belied his lazy demeanor. The demon gasped, struggling to pry his fingers from their throat, but Belphie only tightened his grip, lifting the demon off the ground with ease.

"I hate having to put in effort," Belphie sighed, watching the demon’s eyes bulge as they choked. "But for you? I’ll make an exception."

With a sickening crack, he snapped the demon’s neck, dropping their lifeless body to the ground like it was nothing. His eyes drifted to the other demons, a hint of amusement flickering in his gaze.

The remaining two demons stared at him in horror, backing away as Belphie’s tail flicked back and forth, like a bull ready to charge.

"Don’t bother running," he yawned, his tone deceptively calm. "You won’t get far."

One demon tried anyway, stumbling as they turned to flee, but Belphie was faster. His tail shot out, knocking the demon’s legs out from under him, forcing them to the ground with brutal force. They hit the ground with a sickening thud, groaning in pain as Belphie stepped closer, his eyes half-lidded as if the entire ordeal was tiring him.

"I really don’t have time for this," he muttered, crouching down beside the demon. "Let’s make this quick, shall we?"

With one swift motion, Belphie drove his claws into the demon’s chest, ripping through flesh and bone. Blood spurted across the ground, pooling around his hands as he tore their heart free. The demon let out a strangled gasp before collapsing, dead.

Belphie stood, flicking the blood from his fingers with a sigh. "So messy."

The last demon stood frozen, shaking with terror. They tried to stammer out an apology, but Belphie wasn’t interested. His tail snapped through the air, his hand wrapping around the demon’s throat once more. This time, he tightened his grip slowly, watching as the demon’s face turned blue, their hands clawing desperately at his wrist.

"You shouldn’t have hurt them," he whispered, leaning in close, his voice soft but filled with menace. "You’ll pay for that."

With one final, brutal twist, Belphie crushed the demon’s throat, dropping their lifeless body to the ground. He let out a long sigh, his tail flicking lazily behind him as if the entire ordeal had been nothing more than a minor inconvenience.

The demons were gone, and his anger had finally settled. Now, he could return to MC.

When he arrived back at the House of Lamentation, he found MC waiting for him, their eyes widening at the sight of him covered in blood. Belphie didn’t seem to care, his usual relaxed smile returning as he approached them.

"Don’t look so worried," he said softly, wrapping his arms around them and pulling them close.

Before MC could respond, Belphie dipped his head, his grip tightening slightly around their waist as he pressed a deep, slow kiss to their lips. It was unlike the sleepy, fleeting kisses he often gave them—this one was filled with passion, a reminder of just how much he cared.

When he finally pulled away, his lips still hovering over theirs, he murmured, "You’re safe now."

He gave them a lazy smile, brushing a strand of hair from their face. "Now, can we go lie down? I’m exhausted."

Despite the blood and the carnage that had taken place, Belphie’s touch was soft, his affection clear in every gesture.

[ineffabildaddy]

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[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.

[milliesfishes]

౨ৎ𓆝 𓆡⋆Seaweed Ribbons𓆝 𓆡⋆౨ৎ

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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.

[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.