#like everyone else - don’t give a shit about torture… Bad. an actual demon - feeds man snacks and gives blueprints to help free him and

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Okay, sorry for random thought, but does anyone else find it interesting that Badboyhalo is a demon and yet is one of the characters with the most humanity?…

[xhaotixaesthetica]

Guardian Witch!Hyunjin

Starlink Intergalactic Navigator

You are in: a genetic mutation of The Fantasia Star System 

TRIGGER WARNING: one mention of groping, one mention of a creepy man luring kids in a van, some sexual themes

man this is gonna fuck me up so hard but lezzgettit i need to stop reading jae’s tweets

idk how it works in y’all’s universe, y’all got some weird shit going on that one dude, trump? WILDT

but here in CS2001, witches are a subcategory of demons, so basically you got a guardian demon trailing after you 24/7

guardian witch! hyunjin looks like the above picture, his eyes are like that constantly, but whenever he works any kind of magic, his irises glow

hyunjin is not a subtle bitch and he works magic pretty much 24/7 so either they’re normally constantly glowing or flashing like a fucking neon sign

once when y’all were cuddling and he was staring up at the ceiling, his eyes were just constantly glowing and when you asked about it he said, “I’m protecting you.” all casual like he does this shit all the time which he does sis do you know how many shields and protection spells are around your fucking house

crying rn, where can i get me a guardian witch! hyunjin

hyunjin is v young, esp for a demon, he’s the same age as you, but all the other demons are fucking terrified of him and they never tease him about it except his eight other crackhead demon friends

boy knows some powerful magic, some neutral, some light, and some very very dark

no one outwardly knows if he’s ever offed someone but he never gives a straight answer to the question, only this smug little smirk, and he knows a little too much about some very disturbing curses and torture devices

this is not to say that he’s a bad person, he’s not, he’s like the chaotic good type

because the only people that end up on his shit list are the people who deserve it

that dude who groped you without your consent when you were 13? yeah no one knows what happened to him, hyunjin don’t fuck with that sexual assault shit

the creepy dude in the white van trying to lure kids in that hyunjin happened to spot when he was walking you home from school one day? yeah, he’s missing and a bunch of previously missing kids were recovered the next day

he’s not like a vigilante or an antihero, boy spends most of his time with you anyways, but this shit is everywhere and if he sees it, he’s gonna put a stop to it

there was no big event where you came home and saw him chilling on your bed and threw him out the window in fear if i saw hyunjin’s fine ass on my bed after i came home from school, i’d probs cry and need a bowl of cereal to cope

he was just kinda always with you

demons are notoriously bad parents so when his mom had him, bitch just kind of dipped and he was assigned to you

witches don’t eat, not like humans anyways, they feed off energy, what kind of energy depends on what kind of witch it is

guardian witches feed off the life energy of their person, so as long as you’re alive he is too

growing up, your parents were no stranger to the name hyunjin cause you talked about him constantly but they thought he was just an imaginary friend till you were like seven and hyunjin started his drum faze and he was “drumming along” to linkin park on your father’s office desk at 3am

now they just don’t comment when shit starts floating around the house or you scream at them when they try to sit in a spot where hyunjin’s already sitting

he can actually appear to people if he chooses to, he just likes fucking with your parents, this dumbass thinks their reactions are funny

two of hyunjin’s dumbass demon friends, these little assholes named minho and jisung like to hang around your house and eat all your fucking food, EVEN THOUGH THEY’RE FUCKING WITCHES AS WELL AND DON’T NEED FOOD

they hang around your house constantly, it’s like they live there

it’s lowkey a battle for who can get hyunjin’s attention

now onto YOU and hyunjin

boy is WHIPPDT

he low-key follows you everywhere, not like a stalker, he’ll just find an excuse to go anywhere you go

claims it’s cause you need protection, when really he does, cause this bitch is ready to throw hands at any single loud noise

you and hyunjin are a couple but were best friends long before that and it fucking shows

knows all your orders from every single restaurant, but he doesn’t order it, he just pops it into existence cause he’s lazy and he doesn’t like the way the cashier checks you out when you guys go

jinnie takes his job as your guardian WAYY too seriously

you ain��t going outside in late fall without a jacket, you better be wearing short sleeves in summer, no standing around in the rain you might get sick, ANYONE messes with you at school, you gotta tell him so he can kick their asses

some things hyunjin doesn’t have a solution for but he’ll just be by your side for it and it’s so calming. you got a test? he’s sitting beside you both while you study and while you take it lowkey trying to help you cheat, you might have to hit him a bit or accept his help and cheat, do what you gotta do sis, you won’t need that info later on anyways

you gotta come out to your parents? boy’s right there rubbing circles on your hand with his thumb

you gotta give a speech? he’s in the audience with a foam finger and a fucking banner with your name on it, trying to be stupid and make you laugh

supportive in the most tsundere way

“ooh, that looks cool” he says nonchalantly, looking your talent show dance and pretending like he didn’t just finish putting  up flyers for the show, highlighting your name and crossing out the other contestant’s names and drawing mustaches on them and acting like it was just your fucking solo performance basically

the. CLINGIEST. BABY.

“y/n can we cuddle i had a nightmare :(”

“jinnie....it’s noon and you don’t sleep”

“ >:( HOLD ME YOU DUMB BITCH”

despite how he acts and how clingy he is, this boy is so fucking tsundere and actually quite shy

his eyes glow when you hold his hand cause he still has to perform a silent spell to keep himself from blushing

he pretends to be all aloof when his friends are over

“y/n don’t hold my hand, you have two for a reason, hold your own”

this is said WHILE he’s crawling into your lap and literally drinking from the same cup as you

he’s not reserved about PDA around other demons who aren’t his friends, boy wants them to know you’re taken

“jinnie, what are you doing why are your eyes glowing?”

“i don’t like the way that asshole was looking at you”

“but your eyes only glow when you— HWANG HYUNJIN DID YOU JUST MAKE ME INVISIBLE?!”

“don’t worry we both are”

whenever hyunjin feels really REALLY strongly (anger, lust, happiness, doesn’t matter as long as the emotion’s really really strong), his eyes will glow completely green iris, pupil, sclera the white part for you uneducated bitches, and all

you’ve only seen this happen three times (minus when you have sex, boy’s eyes go green quicker than you can get him on the bed)

the first time was when y’all were fifteen and he realized he loved you

it was stupid, you were literally just about to fall asleep and he was playing with your hair and looked down and was like wow, i would really die for this moron

and his eyes glowed green and he just poofed out of your room and you didn’t see him for two days it was like that video of that cat that ran in and said i love you and then zoomed off real confused cause they couldn’t handle their emotions

the second time was when y’all were 17 and you were the first to say i love you

he. literally. started. crying.

I MEAN BLUBBERING, YOU HAD TO CALM HIM DOWN

cause he still has doubts that anyone could ever really love a demon and he thinks that you’re amazing and you could get any guy you want but you fell for him? that shit just got to him man, he wouldn’t stop saying i love for for like three hours

fight me you dumb bitch, you’re literally a fucking god and you deserve all the love in the world

can y’all tell i love hyunjin, i love hyunjin so fucking much :(

and the third time was when an angel tried to get you to ditch him

they do this shit a lot actually, they don’t agree with the idea of any sort of demon being a guardian so they try to get the human to break the bond and get a guardian angel

and this angel was bold, he walked up to you when hyunjin was right there, the nerve of him >:(

hyunjin’s eyes glowed green as soon as he realized what was happening

“you have three seconds to get the hell away from my human before we have a fucking problem”

he fucking growled the words out

ngl, it was hot, you’d never really seen hyunjin this mad before 

the angel was scared af

yall went home and fucked after, for a loooong time

if you ever want to get hyunjin riled up, call him hyunjin instead of jinnie

his eyes glow green and he does that thing that people do where they like close their eyes and roll their neck around, trying to release the tension from their shoulders and keep themselves under control idk if you know what i’m talking about but it’s so dom, jimin from bts did it once and i think i had a spasm

“yes baby?”

and he’s looking down at you really intensely, like you’re something to eat

you can always tell when he’s in the mood either cause his eyes are glowing or suddenly your name has switched from y/n, love, sweetheart, and loser to baby or prince/ess

MOVING ON

jinnie has an animal form

it is, you guessed it, A SAMOYED DOG

except his fur is as black as his hair and he’s kinda VERY big for a samoyed, and his eyes are green

people who know what samoyeds are and are supposed to look like are kind of freaked out when they see him but everyone else just coos over how cute he is cause he is

he’s a very happy pup, actually likes for you to walk him and take him to the dog park and shit

doesn’t like leashes, but he’ll never admit that he actually likes wearing the collar with your name on it

“i just don’t see why i have to wear it y/n”

“jinnie, you don’t, you made me buy it”

“it’s not like if i can’t find my way home or teleport if the pound picks me up”

“that’s what i said before you made me buy it”

*dramatic sigh* “if you insist, just put the damn thing on so i can go play”

“jinnie, you don’t have to wear it, i really don’t care—”

“ >:( YOU’D BETTER CARE, JUST PUT THE STUPID COLLAR ON Y/N, DON’T MAKE ME CHEW UP YOUR SHOES AGAIN”

even sometimes changes into his samoyed form while you're at school and walks around the street so strangers give him food and pets and tell him how pretty he is

he’s really carefree and happy in this form and usually only changes into it when he’s really stressed or just wants to chill or play

he likes to lay on you in this form big ass mf thinks he’s a fucking lap dog or some shit so you rub his ears and give him pets and belly scratches and will not move until he gets them

lays in sunspots and sways his tail like a cat

not afraid to use the puppy dog eyes and they work everytime

call him a good boy or a good dog and he’ll probably bite you

do NOT play tug-of-war with this damn dog, he does not care that you’re his s/o, he will fucking DRAG you with NO. MERCY

one time y’all were at the mall and he was trotting along beside you in samoyed form, happy as a clam, until some rando person came up trying to spit game

long story short, jinnie peed on their leg

he got an earful that day but he still hasn’t apologized and probably never will

“i had to go y/n”

“YOU COULD’VE CHANGED INTO A PERSON AND GONE TO THE BATHROOM”

“c’mon prince/ss, it’s not like they didn’t get what they deserved, who wants to be flirted with while they’re walking their dog”

his logic makes ZERO sense and he knows it, bub just doesn’t wanna admit he was jealous

and as he’s saying this he’s back hugging you, whispering in your ear, swaying gently, even nibbling on your neck and earlobe a bit

he’s got you wrapped around his finger and he uses that to his full advantage

he thinks you deserve it for stealing his heart >:(, how dare you reader

ANYWAYS THIS IS LONG ENOUGH CAUSE I’M A SUCKER FOR ALL THINGS HYUNJIN

so basically guardian witch! hyunjin is a really chill but really devoted boyfriend, protective af with a heart of gold and would give you the moon and stars but pretends like he would sell you to satan for one corn chip

The Fantasia Star System 

Starlink Intergalactic Navigator

[almaasi]

reaction post typed while watching SPN 13x07 “War of the Worlds”

in which I explain exactly why I don’t enjoy Buckner/Ross-Leming episodes (beyond obvious problematic issues and pacing), and why Meredith Glynn’s episodes are better imo

03:41pm

don’t know what to expect, so it’s gonna be SURPRISE

not expecting greatness since it’s the deadly duo, but i’m hoping this won’t become a “cas is leaving and won’t be back or mentioned for 8 episodes straight” thing

(or a “these writers are racist and misogynists” thing)

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THERE’S A FLY IN MY ROOM

why do they never just fly back out the way they came in??? THE WINDOW IS OPEN YOU CURSED BEAST

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03:44

whoop time to pull my window blind down ‘cause this show is so dark and i can’t see shit

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03:45

i have yet to care about asmodeus

and i decidedly don’t care about lucifer

i care about mary in the sense that i don’t want anything bad to happen to her but i’m fine with her not being part of the main story

does that downtrodden black demon have a name?? i’m still rooting for him either way

also still can’t tell if michael’s vessel is a white dude or not

(edit: i think maybe no)

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03:48

frankly i am still unsure why jack blasted team free will across the room, repeating his last mistake, given that doing that killed someone before??

was it like a “if gonna hurt everyone and here let me prove it” thing? or a “i’m getting you out of the way so you can’t grab me” thing??

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03:50

*insert stock footage here*

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05:53

cas lists all the worst possible scenarios

yea he’s a dad

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03:54

why is david haydn-jones credited in this?!?!?!?! WHAT

maybe a flashback

WHOA WAIT OSRIC CHAU TOO WHAT IS HAPPENING ??!??!!? 

ARE THEY ALL ALIVE IN THE PARALLEL UNIVERSE

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05:56

cas: “my contact is already anxious... won’t speak in the presence of a stranger”

sure jan

what’s the bet the writers have a pool of “reasons cas has to go alone” and they just pick one from a hat

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dean: “so introduce me, then i’m not a stranger”

good. please.

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UGH I AM SO SICK OF CAS DOING THINGS ALONE

but tbh i’m kind of amazed dean is healthy enough to let cas go alone and not worry that he’s gonna lose the guy again, given he just got back from the dead

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04:00

the was asmodeus is purring “jaaaaaaaack” makes me imagine him as a snow leopard

edit: i could definitely see him on a tarot card, a snow leopard with a scarred eye, sitting on a throne

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04:01

“the jack”

i enjoy that lil twist on his name. like the jack in playing cards

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04:02

such manspreading

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04:03

asmodeus: “say wW’hH~at !”

hurr hurr

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04:04

i’m finding it hard to pay attention to michael and lucifer talking about stuff

these episodes always feel like uuuurughghhh gotta push through

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04:06

OMG OG OM OGM KEVIN

CAN WE TAKE HIM TO THE OTHER SIDE AND KEEP HIM PLEASE

OH MY GOD I MISSED HIM

PLEASE GOD LET THIS BY THE DEADLY DUO TRYING TO UNDO PAST MISTAKES, NOT INADVERTENTLY MAKING THEM WORSE

P L E A S E  DON’T KILL HIM AGAIN

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04:08

this kevin is very different

kinda twitchy

maybe autistic? (i mean... could he have taken that "worm” insult more literally?)

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04:11

lucifer: “can’t you see michael is a monster? pure evil??”

kevin: “okay i’m confused, aren’t you SATAN”

*snort*

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04:13

so lucifer just leapt through the rift

where is mary though

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04:14

how did all those people not see satan fall out of a GIANT GLOWING RIFT

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04:15

“no eye contact, beverley”

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06:16

HEY ASS-MODEUS, LEAVE THAT RANDOM GUY NAMED KARL ALONE

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04:17

random guy named karl is dead

>:{

yup thanks let’s add another non-white person to the deadly duo murder list

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04:19

i just had a weird moment where i was like “ugh the filler episodes are so dull” and then realised this was a plot episode, and actually i like the filler better than the plot because the plot is just shoehorned in by buckner and ross-leming between interesting episodes

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04:25

paused for a bit to feed my cat

and while i did i was thinking i’d like jack to meet kevin. i’ve been thinking about that for a few weeks, but it seemed impossible for obvious kevin-is-dead reasons, BUT NOW

I HOPE IT HAPPENS

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04:27

wait

so the witch told the winchesters she needed protection, then left without explaining why

and then the winchesters had to follow her there, to a place that was hard to find

and then tell her “we followed you here”

and it was hard to find even though they followed her????

and they just enter the house not assuming it’s a trap of some kind

.................

⁽͑˙˚̀བ̇˚́˙⁾̉

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04:32

i replayed it, sam says “but we followed you here”

that “but” makes a lot of difference okay we’re good

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04:35

this cabin looks exactly like all the other cabins they’ve used as a cabin

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04:37

hm.

look, in comparison, i love meredith glynn’s writing (e.g. the one where sam and dean visit the therapist, the one where dean loses his memories). because yeah, her stories are whimsical and i adore that - but sometimes they’re also gory and can get dark. yet her characters are soft and emotionally available. and they make decisions because of curiosity, or worry, or sadness, or grief or... y’know, something core-deep and with lots of different perspectives within those emotions.

whereas buckner and ross-leming.... every decision their characters make are fuelled by straight-up anger and fear. and it’s usually surface-level - reactive, or sudden, without narrative depth giving a clear reason for that anger.

and i’m not saying that anger-fuel can’t be interesting, it’s that it makes it hard to watch for me. the characters feel more closed off, more directly just going for a “kill or be killed” thing. they want to hurt people, get revenge, use force to get information.

it’s not necessarily out of character, it’s just that a) there’s a lot of it, and every character seems to function the same way even though they’re different people, and b) the setup to those scenes isn’t enough to make me understand why they all begin by fighting, or torturing someone before asking nicely.

no, i don’t like ketch at all, but skipping straight to the I’MMA PUNCH YOU UNTIL YOU TELL ME WHAT I WANT TO HEAR doesn’t work for me

at all, on any level.

and this scene where dean punches ketch?? it directly parallels the information-gathering methods of dean, ketch, and asmodeus within this episode, and that just puts dean in a bad light. and honestly i can’t even tell if it’s intentional or if the deadly duo didn’t know what they were doing and they don’t know how else people ask questions.

it’s not “different because it’s dean doing it”. it’s a villain’s move. they all did the same thing, and it was violent and unnecessary every time.

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04:47

so dean and sam know the parallel universe contains familiar people, still alive (freakin’ bobby for instance)

but when they realise ketch doesn’t recognise them, why the heck don’t they even consider maybe he came through the rift

it’s not like it was ages ago

they lost their mother through that rift probably three or four weeks ago

wouldn’t they assume maybe there was more than one portal ??

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04:50

“his twin”

right

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04:56

ugh more fighting

i don’t wanna watch ‘cause lady angels are probably gonna die

man i hope cas would leave them alive after being told the angels are going extinct

angels fight to the death way too often

edit: ??????? nobody died???? i’m impressed

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04:58

lucifer calls cas “cowboy”

mmmmmmmm that’s right

dean’s lil sheriff of heaven

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05:01

lucifer: “meth-head kevin tran”

ah that explains the twitchiness

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05:03

“agent russell”

as in kurt russell i assume

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05:05

cas: “yesss i would like to see you too, the sooner the better”

cute

and awkward

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05:09

asmodeus shows up

there’s so many characters in this story jeez

i have no idea how the casual viewer could keep up

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05:16

whoa that ending was sudden

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.................hrhghgh i dunno

i’m still of the opinion that one of this writing duo is better than the other

the scene with lucifer and cas in the bar was pretty well written

the plot reveal with ketch and rowena’s magically-undead spell made sense and was well-spread throughout the story, but i fail to see why ketch would tell the winchesters about it

i’m a lil :/ :/ :/ that ketch is back ‘cause dear god i thought we were rid of him already

where is mary??

everyone is so angry

i hope rowena is alive though

this was all a big jumble of plotlines and... to be fair it could’ve been a lot worse. the pacing wasn’t as messy as usual. for revealing a whole ton of info, it was pretty decent really

hmm 6.5/10 maybe

just cause it had almost none of the things i like watching, but it wasn’t necessarily bad...........

:/

MORE KEVIN PLEASE

[renaroo]

Double Time (10/24)

Disclaimer: Red vs Blue and related characters are the property of Rooster Teeth. Warnings: Language, Canon-typical violence Pairings: Tuckington, Chex Rating: T Synopsis: [Hero Time Sequel] After the events of Hero Time, the city and Blood Gulch are prepared for the true return of superheroes in a big way. But while Washington is attempting to adjust to a new relationship and a new living arrangement, the call of new heroes and a new mayor mean major changes for his professional life as well as his personal one. How will the balance of values fare when his new partners come to test everything he’s made of.

A/N: Who’s ready for things to get SAPPY in here? I am. I’m totally read for some more sap. Which is why I wrote it. ;P 

Special thanks to @analiarvb, @secretlystephaniebrown, @thepheonixqueen, @ashleystlawrence, @washingtonstub, @imagentmi, @a-taller-tale, @icefrozenover, @matt-you-got-this, @notatroll7, and Yin on AO3 and tumblr for the wonderful feed back! I truly appreciate it more than you know.

All On His Own

When Wash usually opened the door and was met by Church’s unimpressed expression, he was a swath of emotions ranging from mutually annoyed to exhaustedly accepting. 

On that rarest of nights, Wash was relieved and -- more than even that -- had been the one to call up the annoyed former super villain himself.

“I hate babysitting,” Church reported immediately, shoving past Washington without even bothering to shut the door behind him.

“I know,” Wash replied, taking the time to shut the door. 

“Junior hates me babysitting even more,” Church continued, turning and giving a level glare toward Wash. “Like, I’m pretty sure that little demon is big enough now that if I was organic in any way he’d just eat me and be done with it.”

Wash let the rant run its course and began gathering the rest of his gear and putting on his visor. Junior murmured angrily and chewed on the edge of the couch in agitation as he watched get ready to leave him. 

“Does Tucker know that you’re talking to me without him forcing you to?” Church asked testily, looking through the fridge for beer. “He might get jealous or something else disgusting.”

“Pretty sure he’d just consider it a breakthrough and annoy us both,” Wash replied dryly. He stopped by the couch where the supremely upset Junior leered at him. He offered an apologetic smile and then held out his fist for a bump.

With a small chatter, Junior complied, apparently willing to allow all transgressions to melt away so long as his hero worship could continue.

“I don’t get why you’re doing this,” Church said, leaning against the kitchen island with his beer. Like he always did despite his inability to drink with nothing but a robotic gullet. “I mean, I’d personally quit the hero business after getting my ass handed to me on national television by a single dude with a shitty costume.”

“Black’s intimidating,” Wash replied, looking toward Church with a raised brow. “I guess you’d have been more impressed if he was wearing a florescent wig and bought the rest of his gear from Hot Topic.”

Church had the gall to look offended and waved to his chest and the Ursula sweatshirt that Wash was just about sick of seeing. “This is official Disney merchandise!” 

“Right,” Wash replied. “In any case, getting my ass kicked, as you say, is exactly why I’m going out tonight. I need to make some adjustments to my plans for the future. Need to restrategize--”

Letting out an annoyed groan Church held up his hands and shook his head. “And I made the mistake of making you think I actually cared. My mistake. Please get your dumb face out of here before I’m further annoyed. Too late. Now get out of here before I’m further annoyed. I’ll even say please. Since you cornballs love that bullshit.”

With a long sigh, Washington ignored Church and made his way instead over to the far more annoyed and far more curious Junior who was standing on the couch seat and leaned up against the back, trying to watch Wash more carefully.

“Sorry to be in such a rush, and for the unexpected babysitting, kiddo,” Wash said to the hybrid child. “I’ll be home before you know it, though.”

“Yeah, you’ve done a bang up job of keeping promises lately,” Church mocked.

Screwing his eyes shut, Washington let out a long grunt of aggravation. “Church.”

The robot crossed his arms and tilted his head. “Yeah? Church what?”

“Nevermind, just... watch Junior and try not to kill each other,” Wash said, heading for the stairwell. “Surely that won’t be too difficult for you to manage.”

“I’ll manage the shit out of it just to spite you,” Church snapped nonsensically.

Washington didn’t even bother responding to that notion, merely shaking his head as he headed up the stairs and got to the roof. He kept telling himself that arguing with his boyfriend’s best friend was really not the best use of his time. 

On the roof, though, away from wandering eyes of the strange community he had built out of his once very quiet and lonesome apartment, Washington was able to regress to nearly pure muscle memory. 

His motorcycle was maybe his favorite piece of equipment to use for obvious reasons, but his natural abilities and the training he had underwent through the sidekick program at Freelancer was truly most fulfilled by traveling across the rooftops of Blood Gulch. 

Racing forward one step at a time, one leap at a time, Washington felt everything fro the cool winds working against hi to the vibrations of the loud sounds of the city. 

Even before Tucker, even before being tied by mind, body, and soul to the strange Blood Gulch community, Washington had been letting the connection withe the city and its winds 

Which was a good thing because reaching destinations like Sarge’s falling apart house could otherwise easily discourage any veteran superhero who had ambitions of bettering the world.

Especially when the front door flew open and Sarge stood patiently with a gun trained between his eyes. 

“You’re’a trespassing, Scumbag!” Sarge called out without even taking the time to see that it was Washington on the other side of the gun.

“Guns are not legal inside city limits,” Washington reminded him dully.”And I have friends in high places these days.”

“Oh, right,” Sarge responded, putting his muzzle of his gun down. “But you should know, as a retired officer of the law, I have a conceal and carry! So, as the great Reds before me have said: Naner naner nah hoo!”

"I still don’t believe a word of any of that,” Wash replied, lowering his hands with some amount of confidence that Sarge wouldn’t shoot him at that point. No matter how earned or unearned that feeling might have been. 

“Hmph,” Sarge muttered. “Good thing I don’t care much for the opinion of someone who got their butt handed to them in front of national television.” He gave an appraising look over Washington. “Look pretty good now, though. Only bruised your ego?”

“Not nearly as much as the fact that everyone else keeps bringing it up for some reason,” Wash remarked. “But somehow I think I’ll manage. What I need to know is if Blood Gulch is still going to have some form of superheroes supporting it even without my oversight.”

Sarge tilted his head. “After that performance, you really think the only thing keeping the Red Dead Blood Gulch Gang on the current path is fealty to someone who can’t hold his own against someone in a terrible costume?”

“I really don’t think anyone who was a villain in this neighborhood has any right to judge other costumes, and I refuse to resort to complimenting someone who tried to kill me, but there was definitely a good sense of style with the Locus guy.”

“Please, he wore green,” Sarge snorted. “That’s almost as bad as you -- going around, showing off your physique in a costume that’s blue. Disgusting and foolish.”

“Blue is heroic,” Wash argued before he could catch himself. He pinched the bridge of his nose. “Oh my god, what am I doing? I’m arguing with a madman who thinks painting street signs is a productive use of his time.”

“You’ve never seen what a menace those street signs could have been before I taught them what’s what!” Sarge argued. He chuckled. “Ah, those were the days. Before you came along and tried to make everyone go straight! Which is fairly ironic all things considering.”

“Oh, shut up,” Wash snapped. “This isn’t what I’m here for.”

“What are you here for, Washington?” Sarge asked suspiciously. “This is my home.”

“I came here because I faced my own mortality and I need to make sure that in the event of my death, that you -- as the leader of your little delinquent group of poker buddies -- can be relied on to still take care of the neighborhood,” Wash explained simply. “And that Tucker and Junior are going to be provided for.”

Sarge stared at him for a curiously long amount of time, his expression mostly unredable. 

“Yeah, sure,” Sarge replied with a casual shrug. “Why not? The boys seem to like them even before you came along. In fact, I think we may like them in spite of you coming along.”

Perhaps a bit in spite of himself as well, Washington let out a breath he hadn’t realized he had been holding. “Thank you, Sarge. That’s actually a comforting thing to hear.”

“It is? Damn it all, that wasn’t what I wanted at all,” Sarge muttered to himself. “Well, fine, whatever. I suppose I’ll admit to comforting you inadvertently someday. When forced under extreme interrogation or even torture.”

“Hm, and comfort is rapidly being lost,” Wash said to somewhat comfort the old, grouchy man.”

“Heh heh Bingo. Still got it,” Sarge chuckled. “But seriously, Kitty-cat, Blood Gulch belonged to the Reds long before you came along and proved to make a good hood ornament of nearly every type of vehicle one could imagine.”

“My humor is being drained rapidly,” Wash warned.

“I’m just telling ya not to sweat it,” Sarge said. “We’ll do what we always do in Blood Gulch. Rage against the establishment, fortify ourselves against mild annoyances. And stubbornly refuse to take care of the rest of the world. Even if it’s only three streets away from our neighborhood.”

“Okay I’m appreciating this conversation less and less the longer I stand here, so I’m going to make my leave. Somewhat dramatically,” Wash said, heading toward the other side of the street. “Pretty sure I saw a fire escape I could climb over here.”

“If you were my friend instead of acting like a parole officer for me and my movement, I would offer letting you use the second floor of my house! But you’ve not lost enough clothes on strip poker night for me to even call us acquainted!” Sarge continued to mock, shouting to make his point as Wash crossed the street. 

“I’m honestly ignoring you!” Wash called back as he reached the other side of the street and quickly made his way to the rooftops on the very fire escape he had been mentioning. 

Once again, he let his instincts run supreme. With the arrangement with the Reds no longer a concern, he could truly let loose and concentrate on a more average patrol. Specifically one that included taking out as many small time muggers and thieves as possible. 

Those plans for his evening, however, did not get him far when he was tackled by an invisible, but recognizable force and sent rolling onto the rooftop. 

“Tex!” he growled as he looked up and saw his fellow hero appear.

“Stay down,” she ordered, looking around warily before turning invisible again and slinking to his side, close enough he could feel her shoulder brushing his own. 

“Tex,” he whispered. “What are you doing?”

"Do you not have some kind of cat sense or something?” her disembodied voice asked testily. “Something useful in that repertoire of stupid you call your super powers?”

“I see very well in the dark,” Wash replied flatly.

“God you’re lame,” she muttered back. 

Squinting at her general area in annoyance, Wash pushed himself slightly off the pavement. “You sure you and Church can’t work... whatever it is out? It seems like you were made for each other. You definitely hold the same opinions of me.”

“Don’t offend me, I’m trying to save your life,” Tex said testily.

“From what?” he demanded. 

“There’s something that was watching you from a few rooftops over. Again. And I’m not convinced it doesn’t have something to do with the asshole who kicked your sorry feline butt on public access,” she explained. After allowing a moment to lapse into silence, she reappeared where she stood and scowled toward the buildings across the road. “Damn. Got away again.”

Officially annoyed, Wash leaped to his feet and glared at Tex. “Okay, start explaining stuff to me, and maybe start with why you didn’t help me the other day if you were seeing me get my feline butt handed to me.”

Tex turned and gave him a particularly daunting look. 

Flinching back Wash felt that swelling of boldness die a bit in his chest before he shrugged. “Please?”

She then shook her head. “No. I’m still looking into it.”

“Into what?” Wash demanded. “And what do you know about this Felix character that apparently saved my life? He seeps like... like...”

“A jackass?” Tex questioned.

“That’s putting it mildly. But... he saved my life,” Wash grunted out almost reluctantly. “And Tucker seemed to trust him.”

“Well, no shit, he saved the thing Tucker’s currently fucking. He’s lucky Tucker didn’t make moves on him,” Tex snorted.

“That thing is me, though,” Wash snapped.

“Which I’ve saved before, too. But Tucker knows better than to make moves on me. I would so kick his ass without thinking twice,” Tex chuckled. “But that’s beyond the point.”

Throwing up his hands, Wash was just about done with the circles they were running in. “What is the point, Tex? What the hell is going on?”

"I’m not in the business of giving straight answers,” Tex replied simply. “And for the record, I’m also not in the business of working with partners. Every time I do, I get disappointed. And I like you too much at a distance to really ruin that right now, so there’s your answer for earlier.”

Washington scowled at her. “You really believe I’m going to accept that as the final answer there. Tex, I can tell you know there’s more going on. And to be honest, as someone else who is pretty dedicated to a solo career, I’m not thrilled with needing to rely on you being truthful with me.”

“Solo career?” Tex laughed, looking back at him. “Wash, fuck off. You think you’re solo? You’re the furthest thing from it. Your problem is that you haven’t figured out yet when you’re relying on people too much and when they are or aren’t the right people to be relying on.” She looked off, a frown tugging at her lips. “Guess that was a lesson CT hadn’t gotten to yet.”

Thrown off at first, Wash let his jaw hang open. It quickly snapped shut however and he glared at his former teammate. “You don’t get to evoke Connie on the fly like that. She was my mentor. And she taught me everything I know.”

“Same,” Tex said. “In a less professional sense. Not that it matters in the end.” She turned away from Wash. “CT trusted me to help her with her suspicions. And because of that I know something about what’s going on right now, Wash. Can you trust me enough to take my advice blindly?”

“I don’t know,” Wash said honestly. “Maybe I have to remind you that Connie ended up dead by the end of all that. And I still haven’t gotten any answers for it.”

Tex hummed rather than fire back with a similarly damning remark, but Wash didn’t miss the way her eyes flickered with her glare. “Go home, Wash,” she said instead. “You might’ve come out of that fight physically intact, but you shouldn’t be out superheroing with any wounds. That includes your pride.”

“One to talk,” Wash said back. “You better keep me updated on whatever this mysterious thing that’s watching me is.”

“Maybe I will,” Tex responded before disappearing. 

Wash waited for a moment, until every sense he had told him he was alone. Then he reluctantly took Tex’s advice and started the journey back home. He hadn’t been able to keep track of his request to Tex like he had Sarge, but he figured she had been looking out for Tucker, Junior, and the rest of the Blood Gulch gang longer than Wash had ever been in the picture. 

He wouldn’t have to ask the same morbid line of questions of her. 

There were only three buildings between him and home when he recognized an outline standing on his roof. 

Encouraged and intrigued, Wash sped up, getting to the rooftop in record time, expecting to be met with the smells of a meal from the diner waiting on him along with Tucker. 

He wasn’t.

Once Tucker heard him coming, he turned and gave Wash something of a distant look, almost like he was struggling with what expression to pull. It wasn’t the most inviting reception Wash had has. 

“No leftovers from the diner tonight?” Wash asked as he landed on the roof. “I almost feel forgotten.”

“You went out tonight,” Tucker stated plainly. “One night after that thing with Locus and you went out again.”

“I’m fully healed,” Wash responded quickly, tilting his head. “You didn’t mind when I saved you and your son just two nights after being hit by a car.”

“Your son,” Tucker repeated again, the hint of anger in his voice not at all lost on Wash.

“We need to talk?” Washington asked worriedly.

“We need to talk,” Tucker confirmed, crossing his arms. “But I’m not really sure what either of us can say?”

“What does that mean?” Wash asked.

“I really don’t know,” Tucker said. “I feel like we’re stuck but we barely have even gotten started.”

“This stuff,” Wash said, waving to his suit and to the skyline of the city. “Tucker, it’s going to be a routine for me. And for you.”

“And this,” Tucker said, pointing at himself and to the door down to the apartment where Junior was no doubt eavesdropping eagerly. “This is going to be a routine for us, too. But only if we both want it to be.”

Taken aback, Wash tilted up his chin. “You think I don’t want it to be?”

“I think we need to work together to figure out how this is going to work. Especially where Junior is involved,” Tucker pressed. “Because I’m fine with babysitters if I know ahead of time.”

Suddenly, relief took over Wash’s body and he sighed with relief. “Church drank all the beer.”

“Yes!” Tucker shouted throwing up his arms. “Wash, you know we have to hide it! He completely wastes it! He can’t even get drunk.”

“You’re right,” Wash laughed. “My mistake.”

“You better believe it is,” Tucker said, poking Wash’s chest. “And mister superhero, I think I’m allowed to request one night off from you after near death experiences.It’s only fair.”

“You’re right,” Wash laughed. “But I had to put some things in order. Had to make sure plans were in place for bad scenarios. That I’m trusting all the right people.”

Tucker raised an eyebrow. “Are you trusting all the right people?” he asked curiously.

“I’m trusting you,” Wash responded lightly. “That’s more than enough for me. Now, c’mon. Let’s eat some Dinfast.”

“Dinfast?” Tucker asked, swinging an arm around Wash’s shoulders and guiding him toward the stairwell. “What the hell’s that.”

“Dinner-breakfast,” Wash retorted. “What? You’ve never heard of it? Who’s never heard of Dinfast?” 

[writingismyhappytime]

Good Little Witch (Part 12)

Angelo Parente x reader ​​​warnings: language, smut, extreme violence and torture, magic, mention of human trafficking

“You know you’re being an asshole, right?”

“And you’re being a petty cunt.”

You scowl at Angelo from your seat on top of his desk, crossing your arms unhappily.

“Angelo.”

“What?” his voice is rather sharp.

“Please. I want to see him.”

“No.”

“Angelo! He’s my father!”

“He’s a disgusting human that I want to maim and rip apart, and one who let you be abused. No, you’re not going to see him!” Angelo is firm on the matter; he doesn’t want the old bastard dredging up any more bad memories for you, so he’s keeping him locked in the dungeon cells until he decides otherwise.

He’d been a little surprised at how well built your father is, a large man with many scars. You inherited only his eye color, otherwise you look nothing like him.

“Why do you even want to see him?” Angelo finally asks, typing on his computer; now that he’s not off saving your ass and annihilating an entire family, he does have to get back to work. He’s emailing associates, finalizing some new plans — he’s behind.

“I just… do.” you look down at your hands where they’re clenched in your lap. “He’s the only parent I have left.”

“You know I have intentions of killing him.”

“I know,” you’re annoyed as you glance at him, seeing he’s not even looking at you. He’s making it a point to stare at his computer screen instead, the light reflecting in his black eyes. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to talk to him first. He let all these horrible things happen to my family, I just — I want to know why he didn’t do anything.”

“Because he is a coward, why else?”

“Angelo, please.”

The demon sighs in aggravation, leaning back in his chair as he finally looks at you.

It’s been a rough few weeks for you, he’ll admit it. You’d adjusted to his demon blood like it was nothing, and the two of you are more in tune now then you’ve ever been. He can feel how earnestly you want to see your father, get some closer, Angelo supposes.

Will it really help you to see the man who let you be beaten?

“You won’t recognize him. He’ll say cruel things to you.”

“Trust me, I can take some mean words. They can’t be any worse then what you say to me.”

Angelo frowns, piqued. “I don’t say mean words to you!”

“You just called me a cunt!”

“You called me an asshole!”

You cross your arms, glaring at him, and he quickly looks away, fingers rapping against his desk as he tries to ignore you.

Fuck.

“Fine,” he grunts, deciding it would at least get you off his back. He reaches over, opening a desk drawer and pulling out a set of iron keys. He tosses them at you, irritated. “Go down and see your father then. Do you want me to go or send some hounds?”

“I think I’m going to be safe here, don’t worry,” you snort, slipping off the desk. “The worst is over now, right? Ailfrid’s dead.”

“Mmm. I’ll be here if you need me.”

“I know.”

Angelo watches you go, a little resigned. He doesn’t want you to see your father, he doesn’t want to have to deal with you afterwards. You’ve been decently okay lately, just kind of aimless. You’ve spent the last eight years of your life on the run, focused on one thing; getting away, getting revenge on the Mikaelsons.

Now that the Mikaelsons are gone… you don’t know what to do with yourself.

Angelo presses his hands against his face with a sigh as he leans back.

What is he going to do with you? He needs to take you somewhere, let you enjoy life, but he also needs to get back to his business. He needs to get to work, make sure his employees haven’t been taking advantage of his neglect. He’s been so focused on and your needs he hasn’t managed to run his business very successfully; he’ll end up like Ghost at this rate, and their family’s wealth doesn’t need such a drop.

At this rate, they’ll run out of money in another couple hundred years!

And seven sons, well, it takes a lot to support so many.

And an errant father.

And money doesn’t come legally.

Angelo sighs, letting his hands slip into his hair.

Why does it feel like things are more complicated now then before?

~~~~~~

You hesitate, peering around the corner of the cell.

Is that man your father?

You chew your lip uncertainly, gazing through the iron bars at where the man is slumping. He’s sitting in a wooden chair, a checkered blue shirt straining against his shoulders. You know he’s in pain, he’s already met an angry Angelo, and you know you should probably… say something?

But what?

This man, he didn’t stop bad things from happening to his wife and daughters. You’re not sure how your parents met, why he married her — she lived her entire life on the compound, she’d never been off of it. So he must have worked for the Mikaelsons, been one of their hired soldiers.

You know the Mikaelsons have to let the women of your family be with other men, otherwise the witch generations blood would be diluted. So, well, you believe he truly is your father, you can find your own features in him.

So, really, you’re not surprised he never helped you.

He was one of them the entire time.

He married your mother to have children with her, not because he actually gave a shit about any of you. You suppose it doesn’t matter now, she’s dead, and he would be soon enough. So do you really have anything to say to him?

Do you really want too?

No, no you don’t.

You thought you did, that’s why you’d argued with Angelo, had wanted the keys from him. You’d wanted to face this man who let so many awful things happen to you, but what’s the point? Nothing he says will make you feel better, you’ll only get angry, probably kill him.

So it doesn’t matter.

You hate him.

Angelo can finish him off; he wants too anyway.

You turn away, clutching the iron keys tight in your hand so they don’t make a sound. You quickly leave the cells behind, glad to be rid of the smell of them anyway.

You don’t want to see that man, he won’t help you.

You’re not sure anyone can.

You don’t know what to do now.

You don’t want to see your sisters, they’re strangers to you, you care nothing for them. They don’t care about you, they’ll probably hate you currently, considering you’d turned their lives upside down again.

Really they should be thanking you.

Where are they, anyway?

~~~~~

“Angelo.”

“Hmm?” He’s hunched over his computer, one hand typing across the keyboard while he scans his cell phone, frowning. You’re curled in in the chair across from his desk, your hands cupped around a steaming cup of tea.

“Where are my sisters?”

His eyes flick up over the screen, suddenly cautious. “Why?”

“I just want to know.”

“They’re safe.”

“Alright. But where? You didn’t put them in your slave ring did you?” you ask warily.

Angelo looks annoyed. “I don’t have  a slave ring. I trade product internationally, that’s all. And no, they’re not. I set them up in a hotel in New York. One of my associates is helping them get settled into a new life.”

You hesitate. “In the United States?”

“Yes, the United States. Where else is New York?”

You frown. “I’ve never been there.”

“You’ve never been to New York —?”

“I’ve never been to America. I don’t exactly have a passport.”

“Oh.” Angelo blinks, surprised. “Well, I’ll take you there one day then. They have nice things, they covet their wealth. It’s a wonderful place of sin.”

“That doesn’t make me want to go there,” you say dryly, sipping your tea.

Angelo chuckles. “They have pretty sights, how about we leave next week and take a trip? We’ll visit for as long as you like.”

“Is that what life is now? Just… looking around?” you sigh, staring into your tea. “Is there no purpose to it?”

“Of course there is. You’ll find one. You can always work for me, if you like.”

“Yeah? And what would I do?”

“Well, we both know that I have associates who don’t always have my best interests at heart. You remember that one warlock that visited, don’t you? Alexander? We both know he came purely to see you and report back to the Lange’s with his findings.”

“If you knew he was working for them, why didn’t you kill him?”

“If I kill all my enemies immediately, it takes the fun out of things, and I have no one to torture later on. No, let them think they have one on you, and they keep coming back. If everyone fears you immediately, they don’t challenge you, and that makes it very boring. I have fun watching my enemies struggle to be a step ahead of me.”

“You sound so diabolical.”

“And you sound sarcastic.”

You chuckle reluctantly, gazing at him warmly. “You really are old, you know that?”

“So I’ve been told. Isn’t it rude to say such things?”

“You like it when I’m rude.”

True.

Angelo shrugs, looking back down at his work.

A week should give him plenty of time to work, right? One week… he should have everything caught up by then; it’s not exactly like he can hire an assistant for his business.

“Hey, Ang?”

“Hmm?”

“Since that Alexander guy technically isn’t a friend… and I know you don’t like him… how about we go after him?”

Huh?

Angelo looks up, blinking in surprise. “You want to go after him?”

“Yeah! I mean, technically he’s a shit person, right? He’ll do anything for money?”

“Ahuh.”

“Then let’s go after him, feed him to the hounds — I don’t know, do something.”

“My, my, are we bored?” Angelo props his chin on his hand, gazing at you in amusement. “Youu are, aren’t you? You don’t have anything to worry about now, so you want to go after some petty little warlock?”

“…. maybe.”

Angelo laughs, leaning back in his chair. “What am I going to do with you, Red? Come here,” he says, motioning with his hands. You frown as you set your tea to the side, crawling to your feet reluctantly. You prop yourself against his desk beside him, crossing your arms.

“Red.”

“Yes.”

“How about… I take you out to dinner tonight.”

“Dinner?”

“Yes.” he reaches forward, taking your hand in his. “Dinner. A treat, after all the bullshit we’ve been through in the past few days. And maybe after that… we’ll do some hunting.”

“Hunting?” Now you’re a little more interested.

“Yes. Hunting. I’ve kept an eye on the Lange family, you know. I didn’t have time to deal with them a month ago, but now… well, my options are  a little more open. I’m aware we didn’t manage to kill every single Mikaelson in that compound, of course there are some still out in the world. I’d intended on letting them all quiver together in their little box before I dropped a bomb on them, but… plans changed. So after dinner, we’ll go after them. I haven’t been on a good hunt in a long time.”

“That sounds like fun! Can I come?”

You both look over, Angelo scowling as he sees his younger brother standing in the doorway, hands on his hips.

“No.”

“Angelo, come on! I wanna hunt! The other day was so much fun!”

“No.”

“But —.”

“I said no.”

“Angelo,” you squeeze his hand. “It’ll be fine.”

“But —.”

“I wanna come!” Horror says again, quickly hurrying into the office completely. “C'mon, between the three of us, it’ll be loads of fun! We can grab a quick dinner on the way and then —.”

“Richard,” Angelo’s tone is dark, and the younger demon quickly quiets. “Why are you here?”

“Well,” Horror hesitates a few moments. “I was… hoping for a loan.”

“A loan?”

“Yes. I don’t want to be in the drug business anymore, it’s boring and I don’t like it. Ghost can deal with it now that he’s actually at home again.”

Angelo narrows his eyes suspiciously. “Alright… what kind of loan?”

“One that comes with money?”

“What for?”

“A… uh… investment.”

“What kind of investment?”

Horror’s cheeks flood with color. “Can’t you just give me the money and not worry about it?”

Angelo sighs, tossing down the pencil he’d been twirling in his fingers and running a hand through his hair. “No, Richard, I can’t. As you can tell, I’ve been the one making the money for the family these past two years since Ghost has deemed it beneath him. Without my income, we’d be very much behind. I control the money, I’ve been the only one contributing, and if you don’t give me one good reason —.”

“I want to own restuarants!”

…..

“You what?” Angelo blinks.

“I want to own restaraunts! I want to open a chain of my own, or bars, or something like that! I don’t want to be involved in drugs, it’s boring! And your whole trading business is too complicated, I don’t like it. I want to get into something I like!”

“So you… want to be a chef?”

Horror curls his nose, shaking his head quickly. “No, that’s not… no. I want to open a bunch of bars, have a business. One I run that’s mine. Ghost included me in his drug stuff, but he started it first, and it’s not mine. I don’t care about it. I want to run a bar.”

“Then buy a fucking bar, they’re not that expensive.”

“I… I don’t have very much money.”

Angelo’s black eyes narrow. “What do you mean?”

Horror purses his lips, tapping his foot nervously against the floor. You’re merely looking back and forth between the brothers, amused.

“I… I’m not very good at the drug stuff, y'know? So I haven’t been very… well —.”

“You’ve spent every single cent you’ve made at it, haven’t you?”

“Maybe.”

“Richard —.”

“C'mon, give me a break! I just — I want to start something that’s my own, not someone else’s! I just need  couple million dollars and —.”

“I’m not going to give you several million dollars so you can merely blow and waste it on some petty venture you’re not even going to work on!”

“I promise, I’ll work on!” Horror says quickly, genuine. “I want to do this, I just need the money! I want to change my warehouse into the first bar, and —.”

“Richard, no.”

“Why not!?” Horror huffs, crossing his arms.

“Because you’re irresponsible. You won’t do what you’re supposed too, and it’s a lot of money I’d be investing in your venture. You’ll be costing the family money.”

“So what? It’s not like Joshua or Ryan do anything,” Horror grouches unhappily. “Why aren’t you having this conversation with them? All they do is spend money and they never contribute at all! At least I have been!”

“Those two are Father’s little pets, and if I suddenly cut off their supply, I’d have to deal with him. Now as we both don’t want to be in his presence, I suggest you stop being such a little bitch. It’s my money, and I’ll do with it as I see fit. It’s not my fault you can’t handle —.”

“(Y/N),” Horror turns beseechingly to you, ignoring his brother. “You’ll help me, won’t you? Don’t I deserve a fresh start? I helped rescue you from that convent!”

“Um, that wasn’t a convent —.”

“Please! We’re friends, aren’t we?” he says, quickly darting to your side. He takes your hand in his icy ones, his bright blue eyes pleading with yours. “Make Angelo give me some money, just enough to get started! I promise I’ll work really hard on it!”

You purse your lips, seeing Angelo glowering at your from the corner of your eye. He’s firm about not giving Horror any assistance, but you have an idea.

Angelo’s right, you’re bored. You don’t know what to do with yourself, you have no motivation, no goal. All your life, you’d just been focused on surviving.

Now… well, Angelo will always keep you safe from those who want to kill you, and most of the world is too frightened of him to even attempt to assassinate you any time soon. Opening a bar sounds like an excellent idea, in your opinion, and you wouldn’t mind helping with it.

“You know a lot of effort goes into manning a bar, Horror.”

“I know, and I’m totally prepared to do it! I’ll remodel the warehouse, I’ll hire a bunch of humans, and —.”

“You can’t feed off these humans,” you warn him, taking your hand from his; it’s much too cold. “They’re going to have to be employees, and that’s it.”

Horror sort of pouts.

“Red…” Angelo doesn’t sound pleased, but you wave him off.

“I’ll make you a deal,” you say, crossing your legs as you lean back on your hands, Angelo’s eyes immediately drawing up to the exposed skin of your waist; you had a tendency of wearing low jeans with short shirts, he’s noticed, and he’s never had a problem with it.

“A deal?”

“Yup. Angelo will give you all the money you need to remodel your… warehouse, or whatever,” you ignore Angelo’s indignant look. “But I get to help you run the bar.”

Both demons look at you.

“What?” they both say.

“I get to help. I’m bored, I have nothing to do, and I find I’ve always rather liked the bar-clubbing scene. So, you get your bar, or restaraunt, or whatever it is you want, but I get in it as well. I want to help run it. You can’t feed off your employees, you have to listen when Angelo tells you to do something, and so help me, you can’t do anything that’s going to rat me out as to what I am to any supernatural creature that happens to wander inside.” You count off on your fingers, seeing Horror’s face drop. “Of course, if the first bar does well, the next couple you open are completely your own, and you can do as you wish with them. It won’t be easy, Horror, but if you do well, you’ll be fine.”

Horror doesn’t look convinced, and neither does Angelo.

“Well?” you demand, not about to back down. “Yes or no? Do you still want it?”

Horror presses his lips together unhappily, glancing between the two of you before shrugging his shoulders. “I guess. But you’re taking the fun out of it.”

“If you intend to live and rely on this business, it can’t just be for the fun,” you inform him promptly. “Now, Angelo will give you the money — and you will, Ang, — and you can change your warehouse up however you want too. I’ll see you when its all finished.”

You smile at him, admittedly a little excited at the idea.

It’ll be fun!

Plus it’ll give you something to do.

Horror looks at Angelo, who nods his head in resignation. He supposes it’s not a bad idea, whatever pleases you.

“Fine, I guess.” Horror isn’t exactly pleased, but he’ll take what he can get. You smile at him, and reach out, absently brushing his hair out of his eyes.

Horror blinks.

Uh.

“Now don’t you have a dinner to get ready for?” you ask him.

“You mean I can come?”

“Yes — but if we find any Mikaelsons they’re mine. You can kill the werewolves all you want.”

“Awesome!” Horror gasps, his voice a near squeal of excitement He pivots, and makes a mad dash for the door, heading for the stairs and no doubt the portal. You chuckle, turning to look at Angelo’s sour expression.

“He feels left out, Angelo. You and your brothers should include him a little more.”

“He feels left out because he is. He’s a pain in the ass, and he fucks up everything more then he fixes,” Angelo grumbles, returning to his computer sullenly. “You shouldn’t baby him, that’s what Christopher does and why the little idiot isn’t growing up. He’s been alive since the eighteen hundreds, he needs to stop being so childish!”

“Angelo, you’re nearly a thousand years old, and you’re the biggest baby I’ve ever met,” you say plainly, nudging his thigh with your bare foot. “You’re petty, and whinny, when you don’t get your way. And from the sounds of it, all of your brothers are. So don’t be an ass to Horror, he just wants to fit in with all of you; he’s the baby after all!”

“No, he’s not. We have a younger brother now, Richard’s just not used to the idea of not being the baby now. Not that it matters, Father never pays him any attention. I doubt Vincent has ever even met our father, for that matter.”

“Don’t you find that kind of sad?”

“No, not really. They’re both better off without him intervening all the time.”

Your thoughts flick to their father, David, and you have to agree; he’s a bit of an asshole, in your opinion, but he’s still their father. Surely that has to mean something?

“Ang?”

“What?”

“Where do you want to eat tonight? I mean, I’m basically the only one going to be eating.”

“I know. I figure I could take you to that restaurant in town, the one with the red drapes you always talk about. It’ll do you some good to —.”

“Get out of this dank ass castle? You know it’s kind of growing on me.”

“Oh really?” Angelo quirks a brow at you, his eyes flicking over. “You realize Horror’s warehouse is in America, don’t you? In one of the coastal cities?”

“So? It just means I’m going to have to get familiar with the portal doors.”

“I thought you didn’t like them.”

“I don’t, but they’re a nice way to travel. Plus then we can go to America and not have to ride in that stupid jet of yours.”

“And what’s wrong with my jet!?”

“It’s bumpy, and flying makes me kind of sick.”

“Very grouchy from what I remember, yes.”

“That’s because you let the plane start and I got tossed back into a wall!”

“I told you to bloody well sit down, didn’t I?”

“Angelo!”

~~~~~

You giggle, kissing Angelo as the two of you tumble back into his bedroom — or your shared one, considering how often you sleep there. You’re both staggering a little, high off adrenaline after the long night of hunting — it had been so fun, finding that young Mikaelson, hearing him beg for the mercy he never gave your family.

You tend to have a thing for exploding hearts, Angelo’s noticed.

You’re a perfect mate for him.

His lips are locked on yours, already stripping you of your clothes, just as you are him. You barely notice the clothing disappearing, drifting back onto the floor behind you. All you focus on is his hands, brushing against your bare skin, how it feels to have him touching you like this.

You feel the back of the coverlet against your legs for only a mere moment before you’re falling back onto the cool, silky sheets of his large bed. He’s already on top of you, his knees spreading your thighs, hands roaming your eager body.

You arch into his touch, your hands rising to clasp his face. His stubble is rough against your palms as you kiss him. His tongue teases your lower lip, tracing its outline before meeting yours and conquering it. You sigh, giving in to him like you always do, letting him take control. You don’t mind as much now, you find you kind of life it.

Angelo is so good to you, and genuinely cares for you — sex with him now is completely different from how it was in the beginning. Maybe it’s the fact he seems to respect you  now, you’re not just a fuck for him.

You mean something.

And he means something to you.

His lips leave yours, leaving a trail of wet kisses down to your neck, his hand curving around your hip, pulling your body flush to his. You let your eyes flutter closed, shifting, giving him more access to your neck.

“You drive me insane,” you breathe, your fingers threading through his dark hair. You feel him smirk, his teeth grazing your skin as his hand finally cups one breast, firmly squeezing it in his grip. You moan softly, pushing your chest into his touch, letting your eyes drift close. His teeth nibble along your ear lobe, and you can feel his hips pressing into yours — it’s a shame you haven’t managed to completely undress him yet.

His thumb strokes your hardened nipple, pleased to know you’re already growing warm. He knows everything about you know, what your body is feeling, what you want. He wants to make what remains of the night last, his blood is still burning with excitement, with adrenaline — he’d watched you take down that Mikaelson with such ease, and the swell of pride he’d felt — you’re his woman, and you’re invincible.

Powerful.

His.

“I can’t wait to have you,” he whispers in your ear, his breath so hot it makes you shiver. “To have those sinful legs wrapping around my waist,” his nose bumps yours lightly. “Your hot, wet cunt to take every inch of me.”

You suck in a tight breath, feeling his fingers caressing your stomach, finding their way lower and lower. He chuckles, your smooth skin trembling at his touch. His teeth tug on your lip as he meets the hot, wet flesh of your sex, satisfied at what he finds.

You whimper, his voice sending raw shivers all the way down to the very part that’s craving him so badly. Your hips shift against his touch, wanting more from him. You part your thighs, allowing his hand more access as his other pinches your pointed buds, molding your breast into his palm relentlessly, just the way you like.

He continues to whisper hot little nothings in your ear, letting images form in your mind of what he has in store for you. Just his voice makes you wet, and all you can do is clutch at his arms, holding him over you, letting the heat consume your body.

He passes the tip of his finger along your damp folds, bringing it around in a small circle, teasing your swollen clit relentlessly. Your thighs immediately start to tense, shaking already. You can feel his erection straining against his shorts, pressing into your thigh as he continues to torture you. His lips are kissing and suckling on your skin, moving lower and lower every second.

Your heart is already beating harshly against your ribcage, and your fingers are clenching around his biceps, trying to pull him closer instinctively. You want to feel him, you want to give him the same pleasure he keeps taunting you with — he’s not the only one who can  be coy!

You finally slide your hands lower, your fingers dipping inside the hem of his boxers, curling around his shaft. He tenses slightly, his lips pausing on your skin. Your lips start to curl as you stroke him slowly, his cock feeling heavy and thick in your grasp.

A light groan finally leaves his lips, and you find yourself smirking. He might be a badass demon with the stamina of a, well, badass demon, but you have control over him. You know what he likes, what will make him cum quickly, slowly — you don’t intend to make it easy on him.

Now it’s his turn to be teased.

You pull your hand away from him, pushing against his shoulders. You immediately miss the feeling of his hands between your thighs as you force him onto his back. He quirks a brow as you straddle him, a mischevious smile on your lips.

You push your hair to one side, your lips parting as you lean down, brazenly taking the head of his cock between them. You take his length deep into your mouth, his fingers tangling in your red curls as he hits the back of your throat.

Fuck!

Angelo’s head falls back, his eyes closing in pleasure as your talented lips and tongue work their magic. Your head bobs up and down, sucking hard on his hard cock; already you can taste him, he’s always so eager and ready. He’s throbbing, your hum sending a tremor of pleasure from the tip of his cock to the base.

“Fuck, Red!” he breathes, and the vibrations from your chuckle make him groan, his hips immediately wanting to arch into your warm, wet mouth. It’s all he can do to hold still, to not thrust upwards and choke you — he knows how much you hate that.

“Jesus Christ,” he gasps. “When the fuck did you learn to do that!?”

The way your tongue is swirling around his head as you suck, the way your cattish eyes keep flicking up to his to gauge his reaction — it’s all he can do not to cum already, to fill your mouth with his seed.

If he doesn’t fuck you soon —.

His fingers tighten in your hair, and he pulls, forcing your head to raise, lips still parted. The sheen of wetness on your lips, the way his cock gleams with your saliva — his eyes are smoldering, darkening quickly. You can feel him throbbing against your tongue, so you know he doesn’t have much longer.

He tugs, forcing you to sit up as he does. His lips catch yours, the clamped hand in your hair not allowing you to pull back from his heavy kiss. His free hand grasps your ass, jerking your torso against his, groaning at the feel of your body brushing his.

He needs to fuck you, immediately!

He lets go of your hair, his hands clamping around your thighs. Your cool hands clamp onto his shoulders, letting him align his cock with your soaked entrance. His black eyes flash open only for a moment as he pulls your hips down, plunging his cock deep inside of your hot body, wrenching a sound of such pleasure from your throat you don’t even recognize it.

Your arms wind around his neck, your lips harsh against his. He squeezes your thighs harder at the sound, one he’d never heard come from you before. It feels so good to be inside of you, your body hugging him as he pumps in and out of you, his hips thrusting into yours on instinct.

Your hand curves around the nape of his neck, squeezing lightly as you moan into his mouth, red flushing your skin as you give in to the pleasure. He always makes you feel so good, he always makes your body ache and throb until it’s too much. The way he’s fucking you, thrusting inside of you, forcing your hips to bounce down against his where he sits on the bed — fuck it feels amazing!

His tongue is warm as it curls against yours, the hand on your lower back making sure your chests are touching, your breasts rubbing against his body.  You’re so tight, so wet and welcoming — Angelo has never had better sex in his existence!

He groans, unable to stop the ripple of pleasure that runs through his body at the feel of yours. His hands cup your ass, squeezing as he works your hips against his, rolling them, grinding up into your until your head is titling back, lips parted in wordless contentment.

His cock pushes deep from the angle, and he likes the squeeze of your thighs around his as he bounces your body up and down.

“You feel so good,” he murmurs huskily, your light-colored lashes brushing against your cheeks at his words. “So wet, so fucking tight — I’m going to make you cum so hard for me.”

Your lips twitch, nails raking against his skin as your eyes flash to his. You go to respond, but all you can manage is a mixture of a whine and moan as he bucks his hips up into yours, eager to push you over the edge. He wants to feel you cum around his cock, for those muscles of yours to clench and attempt to milk him for all his worth.

You’re almost panting, unable to catch your breath, not really wanting too. All you want is to focus on him fucking you, making your body clench and curl. He’s the only one who can turn you on like this, make you feel this way, and he takes full advantage of it. You moan, burying your face against his neck as your snug walls begin to tighten around him.

A wicked smirk forms on Angelo’s lips, his hands grasping your thighs hard enough to bruise. His fingertips dig into your flesh as he fucks you, filling you over and over, as deeply as he can.

“You’re a good little witch,” he rasps, feeling the tingle on his body, meaning you’re close to cumming. He shivers, hearing you whimper, sweat making your skin glisten and move easily against his. He licks his lips, snaking his hand between your thighs. You tense immediately as his talented fingers find your swollen, aching clit, your hips almost immediately bucking.

You shudder, clinging to him, so close to the edge you have no control over yourself. His voice is so fucking hot, you don’t mind his comments or the dirty things he says to you anymore. You can barely hear him over your own gasps and pants, your body shaking, unable to stop. He feels amazing, he manages to thrust so deeply inside of you, hitting every spot, every possible nerve he can — your hips buck forward as his fingers tease your pink nub, a choking sound leaving your lips.

He keeps rubbing, repeating the torturous brush of his fingers over and over, feeling your body finally clench, swallowing his cock whole. He grinds his hips into yours, knowing you don’t have much longer left.

He wants this orgasm to rock you so deeply you collapse.

Your teeth dig deeply into Angelo’s shoulder as you whimper, just light enough not to break the skin. He groans, and his hand is suddenly clenching in your hair, jerking your head back. You lean, and the new angle nearly sends your eyes rolling back into your skull. You cry out immediately as he fucks you, you’re body quaking.

Angelo smirks, watching you cum on top of him, your hot body curling and clenching against his own. He bites back a groan, not wanting to cum just yet, wanting to draw it out for you. You’re already going limp on him, body damp with sweat. You’re still shaking, panting in short, quick breaths, limbs jerking. You can’t speak, you can only lean into him, eyes closed.

“We’re not done yet, Red,” he murmurs, kissing your shoulder lightly before rolling over, pressing your shoulders down into the messed sheets. You merely groan in response, your eyes fluttering open, dilated and already starting to redden.

He grins down at you, still buried deeply inside of you. He doesn’t want to part your bodies, you feel too damn good! He leans down, burying his face in your breasts.  His lips close over one stiff nipple, sucking and tugging on it with his teeth, making sure to keep your attention. His cock throbs where it’s buried inside of you, aching for it’s own relief, but not just yet!

You lick your lips, your entire lower half throbbing from your orgasm, and it’s all you can do to remember to breathe! Your nails dig into his shoulders as he resumes his vigorous thrusting, moving the bed with the force of each one now, causing it to creak.

You groan, your legs winding around his waist, urging him on. You were never such a sex fiend until you met him!

His tongue swirls around your bud, teasing it with his teeth. He licks and sucks, pleased with the wet rings he leaves on your skin. Your hand is tight in his hair, nails lightly raking his scalp as he continues to fuck you. The sound of your joining, of wet flesh greeting — the scent of your arousal and his own — it’s intoxicating.

He can feel you clenching again, tight around his thick shaft as he continues to thrust into you, harder and harder. His hands eventually close around your hips again, raising them up into his thrusts. You cry out hoarsely, your eyes widening before rolling back.

“Cum for me, again,” Angelo groans into your ear, your hands clenching against his damp body, holding him close as you whimper. You cum again without warning, your juices immediately drenching his cock,  walls gripping him so tightly this time it almost hurts.

Angelo almost loses it, feeling you, hearing you — but he holds back, still not quite ready to give in. He winds his hips back, driving into you hard, over and over, all the way through your orgasm. He’s relentless, his hands pressing on either side of your shoulders, a gasp leaving his lips at every thrust.

“Fuck,” he groans loudly, his length pulsing, sweat glazing his skin, running down the center of his back as he keeps going. The strong clenching of your walls around him, it’s like your body is begging his to finish, to let yours rest.

You wind your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you, bringing him down to his elbows. You feather his cheek in soft kisses, murmuring soft nothings in his ear, knowing you can get him to finish whether he wants too or not. His eyes close, listening to your tantalizing words, knowing what you’re doing and not having the strength to resist.

You’re still trembling from your climax, and it’s all you can do to hold onto him, to make your lips form words. You can feel him tensing, his muscles going rigid beneath your exploring fingers. It doesn’t take him but another moment before he’s groaning, burying his face in your neck. You sigh in relief as he finds release, his hips jerking into yours as his body spills itself into yours.

You sag, feeling Angelo’s weight resting on you. You don’t mind, you curl your arms tightly around him, snuggling close to him.

“That was nice,” you whisper in his ear, feeling him snort, his breath cold against your heated skin.

“Just nice?” he manages, his voice a little hoarse as he reluctantly props himself back over you. You’re so beautiful, skin flushed from sex, your hair tousled and wild against the black sheets. You smile wryly up at him,  your fingers feeling cold as they cup his hot cheeks.

“Very nice?”

Angelo reluctantly grins down at you, and he kisses your swollen lips fondly, a swell of heat in his chest that has nothing to do with the amazing sex he just had. You kiss him slowly, content, knowing exactly how he feels.

You’ve had his blood, your body is in tune with his — you know he loves you. It’s easy to recognize the feeling now, one you both share for each other. You haven’t said it, you suppose there isn’t a point now.

He knows you love him, too.

~~~~~~~

You hum a little, sitting in the floor of the study, your fingers tracing symbols in the smoke rising from the bowl in your lap. Your eyes follow the colored streams behind your hand, and you concentrate, knowing exactly what you’re doing.

It had taken you almost two days to get this spell right, especially since you’ve never cast it before. Your ancestor had been scribbling it down between the pages of your spellbook, and you’re still unsure why you’ve never noticed it before. You’d been studying it before David had kidnapped you and took you to Paris, and you just hadn’t had the time to return to it since.

You’re curious.

Angelo’s questions about the immortality spell keep niggling at the back of your mind, and you do wonder if you couldn’t use someone else’s life force instead of your own. You don’t exactly plan on giving anyone immortality any time soon, but you would like an alternate way to do it if necessary.

Now, let’s see.

A few more symbols, and — done!

You watch curiously as the symbols you’ve drawn in the smoke glow suddenly, taking shapes of their own as they start to curl and twist around each other, finally forming letters in the air. You lean back on your hands, watching them.

So that’s what your ancestor had been up too.

Angelo apparently wasn’t the only one who’d tried to change the immortality spell.

The witch was just… well, the notes she’d scribbled in the book, all they’d done was reveal more notes. She hadn’t figured out a way to change up the spell, but she’d certainly cataloged what she could. She hadn’t wanted the Mikaelsons to find out what she was doing, so she’d left it in code.

Only a member of your family could cast the spell to reveal her actual notes.

Unfinished ones.

Hmph.

Well that isn’t very helpful.

What the hell are you supposed to do with notes? You suppose you could figure it out on your own, but that’s a lot of hard work, and you don’t feel any motivation to do it.

Hmm.

Someone suddenly clears their throat, and you jerk, sitting up straight instantly. You grab the bowl before it topples out of your lap, the placid liquid now sloshing over the edge, ending the spell.

Dammit!

You turn around with a scowl. “That took me two days to get right, asshole!”

Ghost gazes at you.

He’s standing in front of the portal door, his hands in his pants pockets; he looks very refined, suit and tie — the only wild thing about him is his head of curls. He doesn’t look particularly impressed or interested, which is making you wonder what he’s doing in Angelo’s study so unannounced.

Hmm.

Who is this guy?

You feel like you’ve seen him before.

“You’re (Y/N), Angelo’s witch.”

“Obviously,” you grunt, slowly crawling to your feet. You sit the bowl on the desk, wiping the colored chalk you’d been creating the symbols with on your old sweater, the green dingy and material thing; sure, you have plenty more clothes, but when brewing rather complicated spells, you tend to wear your old clothes; you’d had too many explode in your face and you don’t want your new clothes ruined.

“I am Ghost, Angelo’s brother. I assisted him in rescuing you from that human compound,” Ghost explains, and you glance at him a little more curiously now.

“Okay… thank you?”

“No thank you required, I didn’t do it out of the goodness of my heart,” Ghost says, his eyes darkening as he studies you. “I don’t like Angelo, he tried to kill my mate. I only assisted so he would owe me a favor.”

“Oh.” Why is he telling you this? You don’t care.

Wait.

“Angelo tried to kill your mate?” you blink, crossing your arms as you turn to face the fancy demon, his red tie the brightest thing about him.

He nods, long lashes framing those dark, magnetic eyes of his.

“Yes. Serena. She is a human, fragile, and he tried to take her from me. It’s been a few human years since the incident, but I nearly killed him.”

“You’re the one who put that scar on him, aren’t you?” You vaguely remember Angelo mentioning something about it.

“Yes. I was going to kill him, but Christopher stopped me. She nearly died because of him, I had to feed her my blood to lengthen her life.”

Ahuh.

“I thought humans died if they ingested —.”

“Some do, some don’t. It depends on the human.” Ghost shrugs, still unmoving. “Point is, they cannot tolerate it over and over. Serena is no exception. She will die, start aging when her seven years are up. I can continue to feed her my blood every so many years, but there will come a time when her body will not tolerate it and she will die an excruciating death.”

“Sounds sucky. Why are you telling me this?” You’re growing wary, your hair is starting to stand on end. You feel a little bad for Angelo’s brother, falling in love with a human — their lifespans are so short, after all. You’d taken Angelo’s blood, and you’re fine; in fact, your body hums, even stronger then it was previously.

He only made you stronger with his blood.

“I’m not a fool, I know you’re a blood witch. Everyone knows, to be precise.” Ghost informs you, still studying you. “The entire supernatural community knows the demon Angelo Parente is shacking up with one, whatever his reasons may be. I know he’s in  love with you, I know he treasures you more then anything else on this earth — for the moment anyway. ”

You’re not sure if that’s a good thing or not.

“And?” you prompt, tapping your nails impatiently. “Get to the point; you want something.”

“Yes. I want you to make my human immortal.”

“No,” you say instantly, shaking your head. “No, no way!”

“I’m not asking you.” Ghost says softly, his voice making your body tense. His eyes are glowing softly, just like all demons do before they turn black. “Angelo owes me, and this favor I’m cashing in on. I know you can do it, that’s what you did for those humans you were enslaved too.”

“I never cast the spell, alright? I got out of there before I had too —.”

“But you have the books, do you not?” Ghost casually glides closer, your steely eyes on his every movement. “You have the incantation, how to perform the ritual.”

“No.”

Ghost frowns, an you clench your hands, on edge. Angelo is in town, he isn’t anywhere close to the castle — of all the times he had to run errands personally!

“I do not like that word, witch.”

“I have a name, you know.”

“I don’t care. All I care about is that human.” he snaps, finally losing bits of his temper. “Her life is short, and I don’t want to give her up, I want to keep her as long as I possibly can.”

“Is she some kind of pet?”

“No, she has never been a pet to me, and she never will be. If I were a human, I would marry her, make our joining complete.”

Really?

You blink, a little surprised.

“You… would?”

“Yes. I love her.”

Whoa.

You stare at the demon like he’s grown a third head, your eyes widening. “That’s… kind of a thing.”

“I know. Demons who love humans are weak,” Ghost shakes his head, curls brushing the collar of his shirt. “They’re scorned, looked down upon for it. I don’t care. I’m trying to give her everything she wants and desires right now, because I only have a few more years with her. I am… asking, you now, to please reconsider.”

You can tell he had a hard time getting those last words out.

Huh.

“You’re asking me to risk my own life just to make hers longer, you know that, right?”

“You’re intelligent, I’m sure you have a plan already in the making to change the spell.”

“And how would —?”

“I’ve had witches as pets before,” Ghost shrugs, absently flipping a book open, brushing his fingers across the pages. “I know what clever creatures you are. You’re free now, of those Mikaelsons, you can create new spells without worry of being discovered. I don’t care what you do, (Y/N), who’s life you have to take or use — I just want my Serena to live.”

You bite your lip. “She really means that much to you?”

“Yes. If you must use my own life force for it, then I will gladly offer myself.”

“Even if you died? Wouldn’t that defeat the entire reason —?”

“Her human life has not been good to her. Even if I died, and she lived, at least she could choose her own path.” he interrupts you, looking at you once more. His voice is so serious, so firm — he’s apparently been giving it a lot of thought, even the outcomes.

You mull it over a few moments, glancing nervously at the doorway. Angelo could burst in at any moment, and you truly don’t want him to know that his brother is visiting, asking you to do this. He’d freak out, yell at Ghost and probably attempt to kill him — it would just be another fight.

Still.

Ghost is kind of tugging at your heart strings.

He seems to really love his human, and you’ve heard Horror talking about them a couple times too, so it must be real. He just doesn’t want to lose the one creature he cares for probably for the first time in his long life, and you can’t blame him for that.

You sigh. “Look, I’m new at this, okay? I just now started looking through all the spells and — well, I mean, I can give it a shot.” Your voice is doubtful. “I can see what I can do about changing up the spell, but I’m not going to promise anything, okay? I won’t risk my own life for hers, not when I just got mine back. But I’ll try to figure out a way to help, one that doesn’t involve you having to feed her demon blood every seven years. Good enough?”

Ghost narrows his eyes, going completely still for a few moments. You can tell he’s thinking it over, but you really don’t like the way he’s looking at you.

“For the moment, I will accept it,” he finally says, relenting. “Angelo is on his way here, he no doubt senses your alarm, so I can’t stay any longer. I’ll be in touch… blood witch.”

“Sure.” You gaze at him, watching as he turns, making his way for the door. He doesn’t look back as he disappears into the portal, and you let your breath go in relief when the door closes firmly behind him. You lean back against Angelo’s desk.

Great.

You go from one damned extreme to another.

Fuck.

Now how the hell are you supposed to do this? Not cool!

You grit your teeth, then shove away from the desk, annoyed.

You’re never going to get any peace, are you?