#noble!reaper

[hollowedhusk]

Alright, I'm gonna say something, and I take no criticism.

Is it just me or do Commander Fox (clone not the furry) and Noble Six give off some similar trauma vibes.

[animeloverskylarmoon]

Byakuya Kuchiki (Bleach) - Noble Series 1: Our Love - Chapter 5

The moment you all make it to Kisuke’s, you’re not surprised to see Rukia already there. Probably probing for answers.

“Rukia-san!”

You’re grinning and she smiles, then looks over at Byakuya.

“N-Ni-sama!”

He steps inside and Ichigo follows with a grumble. The door closes behind and Kisuke just tips his hat as he ushers everyone into the room. You all take a seat, and he draws his fan with a grin.

“You’re here Kuchiki-san, it must be serious.”

His playful look is typical. You’ve only met the former reaper twice and he always seems to be brewing something. Byakuya doesn’t respond, just folds his hands.

“Do you have information or not?”

Kisuke laughs while waving his fan around.

“Come on, don’t be so stiff. It’s not as dire as you think. We just had a few surprises from some nobles. You know how different their reiatsu is. In the world of the living it tends to draw an audience.”

“Nobles? Like Rurichiyo-san.” Ichigo asks.

“Indeed. It seems they were merely curious, or possibly looking for someone.”

He sends you a careful glance and you straighten in your seat. No one else catches the brief look, but now you’re a bit anxious.

“Does he..does he know..”

That’s impossible.

There’s no way he could.

He starts waving his fan again.

“Whatever the case, they are gone now. The danger is over. The energy should balance out. Can I get you all some tea?” 

He stands, and your hands clench at your side. He’s out of the room before anyone truly answers and Ichigo just grumbles.

“Why’d you ask me to come back if you already had it handled?”

Ichigo is clearly annoyed with Kisuke’s constant games.

Your rise.

“I’ll go and help with the tea. Please excuse me Taicho.”

He just gives a nod and you leave the room. When you slide the door close behind you, your eyes lower and you sigh.

“You’re quite clever.”

Your head lifts in surprise. He’s standing there leaning against a wall with a smirk. He presses a finger to his lips when he sees the slightly panicked expression.

“Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me.”

Your eyes shake. As unhinged as he is sometimes, you know at least to an extent you can trust Kisuke.

“I’m curious, why all the secrecy? It’s not unheard of for someone of your status to become a reaper.”

Your gaze stays low. It feels foolish to deny any of it. He knows. You can always tell a lie, cover it up. But that won’t do any good.

“For me, free will was never an option. If I wanted to be anything other than a tool, then I had to leave everything behind.”

“So you left, how bold. Fending for yourself must not have been easy, especially given your background.”

You grip your robes.

“It was hell, but I survived. I have no intention of going back.”

Kisuke simple watches.

“There’s no doubt that those guards from earlier were from the same clan. Her reiatsu is similar to theirs, but they couldn’t sense her and she can’t sense them. I’ll keep an eye on this for the time being.”

He works up a smile, stepping closer, he places a hand on the top of your head. You lift your eyes.

“No use crying over spilled milk. You should return to the soul society. I’ll keep an eye out on my side and report back accordingly.” He gives you a pat and you nod a bit hesitant.

“O-Okay.”

He’s still grinning and you manage a sheepish smile.

“T-Thank you Urahara-san.”

He just waves it off.

“No need to thank me. If you’d really like to repay me, maybe you should treat me to dinner? Hmmm?”

You blink curiously.

“Dinner?

His smile grows wider.

“Surely dating is still common in the soul society. It’s been centuries since I’ve been on one. What do you say?”

Your cheeks flush and before you can reply the door behind you slides open harshly. You jolt, turning when you see Byakuya.

“T-Taicho!”

“The tea is taking quite a while.”

His tone sounds a bit cold and Kisuke just smiles.

“Seems I learned something else interesting.”

“Apparently I stepped on a landmine. I’ll get back to the tea.”

He makes a stealthy escape and you’re still a bit flushed and confused by his statement. You turn back to Byakuya in hopes of understanding, but he just looks down at you.

“Taicho?”

You can’t really read his expression.

“It’s time to leave.”

He turns and you stumble behind when he begins walking away.

“W-What about the tea?!”

He was the one who asked for it.

You can’t hope to ever understand him. 

[chaoticly-shy-dragon]

@pumpkinpaperweight had a dream and @bnanmonte gave me brain rot which led to lots of ideas and excess creative energy

what I like to call Separation Au or the universe where Agatha is ready to break bones at all times only Sophie makes it to the school. It's a lot of fun to consider when you realize without Agatha, Sophie can't do more than psychological torment and emotional manipulation - and that's something the schools' inhabitants excel at!

[snails-in-spaceships]

Y'all I'm having Noble Six brainrot HELP

[anarkhebringer]

I can't make a noble OC that actually acts like a noble to save my life, because when I do they're poked fun at by my other noble OCs or made to be genuinely unlikeable jdsihufih

[pupmusebox]

Tag dump 6/?

{ First Brother and Avatar of Pride - Lucifer } { Second Brother and Avatar of Greed - Mammon } { Third Brother and Avatar of Envy - Leviathan } { Fourth Brother and Avatar of Wrath - Satan } { Fifth Brother and Avatar of Lust - Asmodeus } { Sixth Brother and Avatar of Gluttony - Beelzebub } { Seventh Brother and Avatar of Sloth - Belphegor } { Human Exchange Student Among Demons - Yuki/Male!MC } { Royal Demon and Future King of Devildom - Lord Diavolo } { Loyal and Impeccable Demon Butler - Barbatos } { Powerful and Immortal Sorcerer - Solomon } { Calm and Serious Archangel - Simeon } { Quiet Spear Wielding Seraphim - Raphael } { Reaper and Caretaker of Life Candles - Thirteen } { Young Devil Bird of a Son - Lucius } { Playful Half Demon and Prideful Bird - Dante } { Royal Heir and Half Demon Dragon - Caius } { Crafty Bird of a Half Demon and Fae - Mael } { Mystery Demon of a Moth Pet - Samuel } { Warm Heart of Royal Dragon - Silas } { Sharp Witted Bird of Pride - Ignatius } { Noble Demon of Wickedness - Belial } { Shepherding Archangel of Justice - Raguel } { King of Knights - Arthur Pendragon } { Solitude Psychic of a Legendary - Vero/Mewtwo } { Tech Talented Alibaba and Oracle - Futaba Sakura } { Team Rocket Boss and Former Gym Leader - Giovanni } { Cold Eyed Rocket Executive - Archer } { Team Rocket's Master of Disguise - Petrel } { Team Magma's Boss - Maxie }

[politesper-rip]

i should make itsuki a kuroshitsuji verse

[bleaksqueak]

Solivaga Tarot - ✦ STRENGTH ✦ After a lot of thought, there was no better card that most represents our noble Reaper.

[wolfofwinchester]

He slinks in quiet as a cat, waiting until he’s close prim and proper before he whispers, “Boo.”

“Bandia sábháil sinn!*“

The foundation of the manor trembled with the sheer volume of the Countess's booming voice, gyrating the bones of every poor servant within a three-mile radius and sending sheep running & baying for the hills. That's what she gets for getting lost in her own noggin; staring at the chalkboard littered with notes of a case at hand and many unrelated little doodles, not minding the fact that both herself and her unrelenting Mortician just so happen to exist on the same plane. The innocent chalk twizzled in her fingers flew to the winds as she whipped her entire body around to face the towering spook, a few hairs ping!'d from her neat bun.

As always, his methods were effective to a high degree.

"Azrael Ó Faoláin, are ya outta your damned MIND? Scarin' the livin' breathin' lights outta me like a pack'a pigeons!!" Claudia's hands flew and pawed about until they located what they intended: the board rag, now arming it to give him a good whap or two with a dust of chalk. "Who do ya think ya are??"

Oooh, she's set off now! Best option: run.

Goddess save us!

[harunayuuka2060]

Ortho: Hello, Mr. Leviathan!

Levi: Hello, Ortho-kun! *chuckles* Good morning!

Ortho: Are you here to play with my brother?

Levi: Yes. And I also need to talk to him about something.

Ortho: In that case, I will wake him up.

Levi: Eh? Why? Is he not awake yet?

Ortho: Well, you played games with him until 4:07AM.

Levi: *awkwardly smiles* Sorry...

Ortho: It's fine! But please try to decrease your game time. My brother is still a human and his health is important to me and everyone else here in Ignihyde.

Levi: Yeah. I'll keep that in mind.

Idia: Huh? Leona has teamed up with Belphegor? What does that mean?

Levi: You know what it is!

Idia: Yeah, I get you. But I don't think it would be ideal for the Prefect to add another lover to their existing number of husbands.

Levi: Do you honestly think that is the case?

Idia: What?

Levi: Seven avatars of hell, the future king of Devildom, the demon butler who can manipulate time and space, the most powerful sorcerer, one archangel, and one reaper wife who likes to set up traps.

Levi: And on top of that, there are two who are crushing on them from both Devildom and Celestial Realm.

Idia: ...

Idia: Geez.

Levi: Right? And I can't blame them because MC is so amazing and you couldn't help but to love them—

Idia: Time, time!

Levi: Huh?

Idia: You're not helping your case, Levi. Every time you say MC is amazing, the listener will be interested and it would urge them to know them better, to form a relationship with them.

Idia: And with the way you rant right now, it seems to me that you are recruiting me to be their boyfriend.

Levi: If you can't beat them, join them.

Idia: Noo! MC is already tired with all of these things! They don't need another socially-awkward gamer lover and a lazy lion prince!

Idia: Give. Them. A. Break!

Levi: ...

Levi: Idia-kun... You really care about MC... *sniffles* *smiles* Are you sure you don't want to be their boyfriend?

Idia: Ask someone who's more willing and wouldn't mind sharing a relationship with a bunch.

Levi: If you're referring to that dragon guy, no way. Nuh-uh. I don't like him.

Idia: Malleus? Why?

Levi: He's got a long lifespan.

Idia: ...

Idia: Wait.

MC: *has finished the necessary steps to become a noble and has gone straight to their third year's class*

MC: *didn't notice that they're still wearing their formal demon outfit*

The third-years: ...

MC: Do you have any questions before we start this class?

Trey: *raises his hand*

MC: Yes, Trey?

Trey: Um... Are you forgetting something?

MC: Hmm... No. I think I have everything here.

Trey: O-Oh... Haha... Okay.

MC: ...

MC: What are you all staring at? *raises an eyebrow*

Rook: *raises his hand*

MC: Yes, Rook?

Rook: Beauté, Trickster! Admirably sinful even!

MC: Huh?

Lilia: *who's giving Malleus a teasing look*

Malleus: *his cute, little expression while staring at them*

MC: Cater, why didn't you tell me that I looked weird earlier?

Cater: I was busy admiring your pact marks.

MC: You were staring at my leg?

Cater: And shoulders. 😩🙏

MC: ...

MC: Did I really look that good?

Cater: Yes, bestie~ We almost kneeled in front of you.

MC: ...

MC: You're exaggerating.

Cater: But it's truue~. *chuckles*

[opiopal]

for some reason I like, REALLY love imagining Mc getting into scuffles with students at RAD,

I think it’s just funny to me to imagine my Mc just suddenly slapping some RAD student being nasty and rude just out of the blue,

but I guess just in general the idea seems a little silly to me, this human that came down and charmed all seven of the brothers, the future demon king, the future kings time bending butler, Solomon the sorcerer, three angels, a devildom noble and best friend of the future demon king, and a reaper, the human that is known for being kind and understanding and loving… just, deciding to punch you in the face for saying you don’t know why mammon is so dumb- you don’t even get to finish your full insult before they just seemingly appear out of thin air and deck you in the face?

I think this also stays the same amount of funny in nightbringer, imagine this random demon who came out of nowhere and is now super duper protective of these seven fallen angels, along with that they have and will bite someone’s ear off like a wild coyote. And it’s just- why??? Who even are you???? Where did you come from??? Why do you care about these guys so much they don’t even act like they like you equally as much??????

but I guess just in general it’s funny to me to imagine that the brothers gain a feral little protector after all the pacts are made, mc WILL hurt people in defense of their found family trope. Which is just ridiculous cause THEY are supposed to protect THEM.

(Luci is constantly under stress once again, the stress will never leave; even once his grey hairs make him look like mams father</3)

[animeloverskylarmoon]

Byakuya Kuchiki (Bleach) - Noble Series 1: Our Love - Chapter 14

~225 Years Ago~

“You’ve grown to be such a beautiful young woman (Y/N)-sama.”

The maid spoke, pulling back your hair. You wish you could share the sentiment, but the extravagant kimono and careful hairstyles were just another show to sell you off like a piece of property to some other high status family.

Akemi Shiba has always worked for your family. When your mother had passed, she’d become your primary caretaker. Your father had done very little to support you.

Then again, emotional parts of your relationship had always been lacking.

The giggles of your younger sisters drew your attention. They ran into the room and you just lowered your head. You were merely a year older, but they looked far more desirable for marriage.

Aio and Ai Shikimori. They were tall, slender and beautiful. Something any husband wanted from a wife.

At least that’s what they kept saying. All your life, all that was ever spoken was marriage.

You weren’t opposed to the idea, at least you hadn’t been when you were a child. Your mother told tales of romance, and true love, family.

When she died that had all changed and it became nothing more than a contract for wealth. Of course you tried to keep a positive outlook. You still wanted to marry someone, just not for the sake of status or wealth.

“Tou-san really likes wasting his time. Does he really think he can find someone that will marry you?” Ai spoke.

“Exactly, all you do is run around training like some kind of brute. Oka-san would be disgusted.” Aio added.

Akemi looked over at you, trying to offer reassurance, but all you could do was smile.

“Gomen.”

You’d long stop trying to combat their words. Maybe it was the poison from your father, but they were not much better than him. All you ever wanted was to pursue your hopes, your dreams, outside of that of a wife. But it was forbidden.

Opposing marriage was the same as treason, at least in a noble family. You had no choices, no will, no say in the matter of anything unless it revolved around choosing a husband who could further advance the Shikimori name.

When they both moved to your side, helping you to your feet, you had to admit you were suspicious.

“Tou-san has finally found a husband willing to marry you.” Aio grins.

The contradiction of their earlier words is concerning.

They took either of your arms, guiding you out the door. Akemi looked worried, but there wasn’t much she could do. You followed them into the main room, and when you spotted your father, you bowed your head. He barely gave you a glance, or anything that wasn’t associated with a scowl.

“We’ve found you a match. You will marry him and fulfill all your duties. That includes the bearing of children.”

Your eyes moved to your guest, and the sight of the older man made you freeze in place. The smiles from your sisters were wide.

He stood, gray hair noticeable, body so wrinkled you were surprised he was able to move. His expression was vile. All you wanted to do was run and you were just standing next to him. How were you expected to lay with him?

“What a beautiful bride you will be.”

His eyes ran over your body and your blood went cold. For a moment you thought it was a joke, some kind of ruse, but your father’s expression held absolution and your sisters just continued to giggle softly in the background.

“Goro Feng is one of the eldest in his family. He is regarded in the highest respect. Your wedding will be set in the spring and you are expected to produce heirs. Both sons. You will do as he wishes and continue to represent our family. Do you understand?”

You wanted to say something, anything, but words would not form. All you could do was nod.

After the official arrangements were made, you were dismissed to your room. Akemi had been there, her son behind her with a basket of your washed clothing. Your eyes were trained at your feet.

“Hey princess, why the long face?”

Akemi smacked his shoulder.

“Danuja! I’ve told you not to address the (Y/N)-sama so casually!” She scolded. Usually you had a retort to his question, but you just felt sick to your stomach.

“Akemi.”

The sound of your father’s voice made them both stiffen. In a matter of seconds they bowed and he just gave a look. Nothing else needed to be said. They were both exiting the room, and your father entered, followed by both your sisters.

“I hope you understand how important this arrangement is. You have no right to refuse.”

Your lips quivered.

“T-Tou-san…could you have not at least found someone my age that I could…that I could love..”

Your voice was pleading, and when you looked up at him, all he did was glare. There was nothing but malice in his gaze.

“I could have gotten you a younger husband, but why should I make you comfortable when all you’ve done is rebel against me.”

Your eyes widen in shock.

It must be a lie. There is no way that your own flesh and blood would do something so hateful, so horrible.

“You’ve soiled our name with your brutish antics and constant ruffian behavior. Your actions have consequences. You will submit to him without complaint. This is your duty.”

You couldn't believe that your own father would do something so cruel.

“What’s so wrong about getting married. You’re so selfish. At least he has all of his teeth.” Ai spoke.

Both your sisters start laughing, and there isn’t much you can say.

Just like that, they were walking out the door.

Maybe it was at that point you realize it. They didn’t care much for what would happen to you. There’s a part of you that wonders how someone as kind as your mother had married someone so cold.

Unfeeling.

Unloving.

Maybe she’d been in a similar situation.

Now you feel as though death was more of a gift than a tragedy. Because if she’d indeed experience the same, then leaving this world might have been the only grace she ever got in life.

At that very moment, the reality of your life was right there in front of you.

That night, it was obvious what you had to do. There was only one choice.

Possible the first one you’d ever be able to make for yourself.

Your intention was to run. With the dark clothing around your body, and the makeshift bag on your back, you were ready. Your eyes moved to the window and you took a step.

“(Y/N)-sama!!”

The yell made you flinch, and the women stood at the door, eyes wide in fear. Your eyes shook as you stared back at her.

“Akemi..”

There was no way for you to make it look like anything different than an escape. She’d seen you sneak off to train countless times, but you’d never left with a bag. You expected her to yell, call for the guards, or worse, your father, but instead she raced to your side, hugging you desperately.

“Please reconsider (L/N)-sama, you cannot survive out there!! There are so many threats. You’ll die!!”

She sounded panicked, devastated at the idea of you going out there. For the first time in years, someone was worried about your wellbeing and it wasn’t solely because of your duty to marry. You would have cried had you not used up all your tears long ago.

“I would rather die out there, than stay with these people who call themselves my family.”

It was a harsh truth. Akemi pulled away shakily, and all you could offer to comfort her was a smile.

“Thank you for everything. Kemi-san.”

You bowed, and without another word, you moved to the window, jumping out.

You never shed a tear, and you never looked back. 

[spacedace]

Reluctant War AU Part 2

Part One

...I ended up writing more for that Reluctant War AU...Like. Wrote this before work and started on part 3 with plans for part 4 more.

this was supposed to just be a brain worm what happened (also thank you @catastrophic-crow for the AU name <3 <3 <3 Also, also: welcome to the cult of Ancient of the Speedforce Elle! Membership includes nonsense, shenanigans and chaos haha)

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Gotham had always been a place for ghosts.

Every corner haunted by death and tragedy.

Every street stained red at least once in its many years.

Every dark shadow holding the faint shadows and shades of the dead.

Gotham was, before all else, a grave yard.

Jason had known that his entire life. Every kid born and raised in the Alley did. Death came fast to Gotham’s streets. Especially for those the rest of the city turned its back on. He did his best to lighten the reaper’s load when it came to the people that called Crime Alley home. Well, mostly. He’d certainly added names to old Death’s list before, when the occasion called.

When the armies of the dead descended upon Gotham, the only surprise Jason could feel was that those white wearing pieces of shit had dared to try and hunker down in his city.

It was a sentiment shared by most of Gotham’s fine citizens. By the city itself - herself? Something to ask later, if there was a later - even if the impossible, living shadow that rose up out of Gotham’s many dark corners was anything to go by. He knew, almost instinctively, that the entity - skin of cracked pavement, mouth a bridge suspended too wide across the face, eyes of CCTV camera lenses and body built brick by grimy, bloody brick of the sharp skyline - was Gotham. Not a ghost but something bigger, greater. Something awfully, terribly alive in all its horrible, noble glory. His city, manifest in the shape almost human beneath the green glow of the torn apart sky above.

Phantom’s armies arrived without warning as they had everywhere else, and their enemies poured out in unforgivably unmarred white suits to meet them. Horrible and garish against the Gotham streets. How they’d ever managed to slink by unnoticed while being so blatantly, clearly not of Gotham Jason wasn’t sure he’d ever know.

If either side thought this would be like the battles they fought before, they were mistaken.

Gotham was a place for Ghosts.

A place the dead piled up, lingered well beyond their deaths. A place where the rules were different from everywhere else in the world. Where crime was rampant and chaos reigned but at the end of the day people said their thanks that they were born to this hellhole and not so cursed to call anywhere else in the world home.

The dead came to fight

And Gotham, a thing so alive it was sickening to look upon, rose up to fight right along side them all.

The agents were ready and prepared for the incursion of the dead. It’d been two weeks since the first volley of attacks. Two weeks spent shoring up defenses and ramping up weapons and strategizing ways to kill what was already dead. They were, as best as they were able to be considering how endless the armies that came for them, prepared.

They weren’t prepared for Gotham.

Weren’t prepared for the city itself to rise up and take spectral, eldritch shape. Jagged building spire and shattered glass teeth bared in a snarl that spanned miles. Screaming rage in a voice made of gunfire and the concussive boom of explosions and the shrieks of a furious crowd.

Weren’t prepared for its people to ignore the gentle ushering of the dead trying to push them away to safety and instead press forward to fight shoulder to shoulder with the ghostly armies.

Weren’t prepared to have brick and bottles and trash and debris rain down upon them from the jeering living. Weren’t prepared for dirty faced children with hard eyes to light up rags stuffed into chipped beer bottles filled with gas and kerosene and throw them with more speed an accuracy than any professional baseball player. Weren’t ready for Gotham’s motley crew of terrifying Rogues to band together with the citizens they so often accosted and worried and bring down wave after wave of chaos and Goons.

Weren’t prepared for Red Hood to swap out his rubber bullets for the real deal and start mowing the fuckers in white down, his own crew at his back, the rest of the Outlaws on their way.

The Justice League was trying to find a peaceful resolution. Trying to play go between to the US Government and the infinite dead. Too wound up in US politics to side with the dead outright, too disgusted by what the American government had done to ever want to stand with them. All it had gotten them was spun wheels and confusion and the slow creeping realization that the time to try and play negotiators had well passed.

Red Hood wasn’t a member of the Justice League.

He had no obligation to try and find a way to talk things out.

What he had was a grave he’d dug his way out of, enough ammunition to arm a sizable country, and a burning need to make things right.

Gotham had always been a place for ghosts, and Jason had long accepted that he was one of them.

Haunting the streets he’d survived as a child, the city he protected as Robin, the family he’d loved and lost a thousand and one times before and after his death.

The sky cracked open above his home, and it was not an invading army that came rushing out but a native one. Friends, neighbors, strangers on the street you caught from the corner of your eye. The people of Gotham knew their own and fought for them. Only Gotham was allowed to fucked with Gotham and they’d been screwed over enough by the government themselves to know what side they were on.

He lifted his guns and fired, teeth bared in vicious satisfaction beneath his helmet as white was splattered bright red.

A hissing electric whine of a weapon, a flash of green from the edge of his vision.

“Down!”

He was thrown bodily to the cracked and ruined street beneath him, the body shielding him warm and living as one of the agent’s weapon fired a blast of energy right where he’d been a second before. He’d seen that same weapon reduce one of the raging dead to dripping green and screams of agony the dead should not be capable of making.

Before he could shove himself up and respond in kind, the body above him was in motion and the air above him cracking with the snapping-popping-roar of a gun of a much higher power than even what he had. The fucker in white that had shot at him dissolved into a mist of red viscera, body seizing and shuttering in the briefest moment it had before it was obliterated completely.

“Watch yourself.” He looked up - and up - and wondered at the lovely, fierce face he found staring down at him. “Even without shooting at them you’re Liminal enough to trip their sensors.”

She was tall enough to be an amazon, six inches in height on him at least. Body strong beneath the pitch black armor she work - as deep and dark as the depths of space, etched with starlight, a familiar crest upon her chest in the dizzying burst of a supernova - she held herself with confidence. Strands of hair the color of a warning sunrise escaped out from beneath the helm she wore, bright against her pale skin, warming the glass-sharp teal eyes that had pinned him in place.

The hand not holding the gun she’d just used to delete the asshole that had just tried to shoot him - a strange, impossible thing that made him taste lightning at the back of his throat to look at it - stretched out to help him up.

He accepted it.

Something pulsed to life in his chest. A piece forgotten where it’d been left behind, half buried in grave dirt and broken pieces of a casket he’d clawed his way out of. It burned like a hot coal in his chest, froze him with the same aching cold of a blizzard, crackled his nerves to life with lightning even as his brain popped and fried with the same sizzling energy.

On his feet, hair on end and body and Core pulsing with the need to fight, to rend and tear and scream for all done to him, his people, his home, he met the eyes of the woman before him. Her cool gaze softened, just a moment, just a second as she seemed to realize what had happened. Her hand, lighter than the armor she wore should allow it to be, tightened on his just a moment, mouth tilting from determined frown to soft understanding.

Gotham had always been a place for ghosts.

Jason had long accepted that he was one of them.

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Part Three

[trappedinacomputer]

Hey, have we thought that maybe Bad is acting as an angel again because his children are in heaven and he doesn't wanna lose them again?

Like he said: being back on earth and causing chaos feels like returning to his roots; he missed acting out and causing problems on purpose. He's here to spread the gospel of Fate and Death, and my what a great example he's been!

Killing people left and right, divine judgement and intervention just ooze right out of his blade or arrow! Hell; even kills that should've been physically impossible somehow happen by his hand! Almost like he can't help it anymore... almost like he's no longer completely holding the reigns.

After failing for so long to bring about divine judgement, all so he can protect those precious little children, the Gods can't really trust him to perform his Reaper duties anymore, so he's just become more of a vessel to get the point across.

Granted, it was truly a noble deed for him to turn his back on his Ho- choose to return to the mortal world to protect his children. A good enough act to get him through the pearly gates, but not enough to prove his worth... not good enough to prove he wouldn't try and play the Divines themselves again...

So how do they prove his loyalty?

A Test.

He goes back down for a set amount of time, chains himself to Euphrates, and does his job correctly this time; He is guaranteed a spot right back in Heaven next to his oh so precious family.

But: if he fails... if he proves himself unable to set out what the Gods sent him to do... well...

Maybe he falls once again... maybe the Divines grant him enough mercy to let him forget his family this time, maybe they don't...

All he knows is that this time...

He cannot fail.

[annelucia]

Moments in novel I want to read again:

60- "beast trying to make itself small"

63-Kiolle! Yuder pretending to not know him

66-Meet Enon

95- Kiolle! contract with Yuder

100- Devran and Gakane get to know about Yuder's hand

101-healing Yuder's hand(faints after)

119- Parade

122- Meet Revlin

128- Meet Lusan

134- Rescue from Apeto

152- Kiolle! helping Yuder with Apeto's second son murder

154- manifesting as Omega

162- Kishiar recalls how Yuder looked like during manifestation(fear)

172- Meet Ejain

175- "you are the only one who can command me"

179- Red Stone's energy transfering

182--Nathan is suspicious of Yuder, Alik becomes awakened

187- "make him mine"

194- Yuder and Kishiar outing

200- first kiss

208- Yuder smilling bc Revlin compliments Kishiar( Apeto trial)

211- Yuder&Nathan talks abot Kishiar

222- find 10 ways to clean ashes with your power

224- Kishiar visits Yuder's room, Yuder's uses Red Stone

230- Yuder vs Kiolle (1st after oath)

238- meeting Ejain 2nd time, saves him

247- Ejain and Yuder have a talk about power

251- Yuder's smile melts heart of mage Lorna

258- Yuder's weakness

261- Yuder convinces Micalin to cooperate

264-Ejain's "be my friend", Yuder's left behind

267- Kishiar and Ejain talk about Yuder

276- Ejain awakening

283- Penpen vs Yuder

285- aftermath of fight

299- Connection's first appearance

296- Kishiar feeding Yuder

300- Yuder initiating kiss

301- Yuder's tells everyone of his weakness

307- Yuder's and Kishiar night stroll forest date

310- Yuder's healing from venom

317- Kishiat meet Nahan

321- Yuder's no. 1

326- Smut but not all the way

335- Enon isn't human

342- Elle!

350- Yuder intimidates commander in prison

362- Yuder's going to prison

374- Kishiar kisses back of Yuder's hand

375- Shuden, Hellem

384- "did you chew on reaper's grass" swollen lips

385- Kiolle(just existing)

396- Nathan being worried about Yuder

397- Yuder's taking Enon's experimantal pill to fight southeners

401- Kishiar's death flashback

417- Nathan vs Nahan

419- Kishiar trolling nobles

422- Yuder jumping into Kishiar's embrace

430- 1st Duke Tain's laboratory

434- Enon- hyung !

438- Kanna&Yuder talk about Yuder's fear

443- Enon tells Kishiar about himself

445- "Yudrain" and connection talk

453- Kanna knows!

458- Yuder's confession, Kishiar blushing

460- Smut

467- Kishiar's emperor sword mark

470- Yuder, Kishiar& Emperor meal

480- Kiolle(meeting in tailor shop)

486- learning to dance

494- Gakane worring about Yuder's dance

495- Yuder heals Hosanna

499- Dance

501- Wine gift

507- Yuder&Gakane dance/ Gakane's past

513- Drunk Yuder

517- Kanna talks with Yuder about why she's avoiding him

521- Yuder, Kishiar & Empress meal

534- Examining Emperor

539- Yuder&Kishiar use connection forcefully

550- Emperor's healing

560- Jealous Kishiar

563- Kishiar dreams of Yuder's death

566- Yuder knows that Kanna knows!

567- Yuder&Nathan talks about Kishiar

569- Yuder tells Kishiar truth

574- Kishiar cries after Yuder tells him truth

579- " only one who can command me"/ Imperial family dinner

586- Kiolle!( talks with Yuder)

590- Kishiar interogates Hosanna

592- Emperor visits Cavalry

600- East& West 2nd Cabvalry recruitment

601- Yuder&Nathan talks about Kishiar

604- Gloe

606- Yuder tells Kishiar that he killed him

609- Prisoner's second gender manifestation accident

613- Yuder's heat(past and present life)

622- Commander inauguration

630- Marin

640- First Duke Tain's monster research

647- Southern's Cavalry base

655- Undercover mission(Akit, Yudrain)

662-Elpkins

663- Reneve

709- Yuder and Nathan on mission together

713- Yuder pissed off bc southener crushed his candies

718- Nathan about Kishiar and Yuder's relationship

728- First cracks in the south

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What WHB characters would wear in the human world: Hades

⟡ Masterlist ⟡ 

A/N: I kinda also apologise for the drama I unknowingly triggered with my Paimon hcs. I know it's not my fault, but I still feel partially responsible T-T

Spends hours planning out his outfits the day before so they look effortless

Lots of luxury fabrics

He'd be rather caught dead than repeating an outfit, so he gives all his worn clothes to his nobles, who ofc more than excitedly take them

All in all just a fancy suits that draw attention

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Out of the suits, Foras gets the most subtle ones

He's happy with it, since he preffers to blend in with the crowd when he can't use his invisibility and reveal that he's a demon

That still kinda doesn't work, bc when ever has Levi dressed in something full on boring?

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Oh, this edgy boy takes all the dark and mysterious suits

Especially the black, like his soul...

With his height, he looks like a shadow, looming over everyone

Pretty sure few people would think he's the Grim reaper himself

Wears a lot of rings to at least contribute to his looks in some way

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Anything flowers calls Barbatos' name!

Barbatos is also the only one of the main three nobles to also buy his own clothes wince Levi doesn't really wear much flower stuff

And so ofc this sun-lover has to be part of the open shirt club

That way he can photosynthesise at least a bit on the go

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Honestly, I don't think this old man would ever be allowed to leave Hell, no matter the situation, but I guess here goes:

I feel like no matter how old he looks, he would dress like a little boy (just like in the game I guess)

A lot of schoolboy style outfits can look good on an adult man and not look creepy, so he doesn't have to stay on top of his aging down that much