#reaper SUMMONS A DEMON

[agent-jaselin]

fun thing about a Dragon Age/ffxiv crossover again, and would be a problem for our Inquisiwol: Every class in Final Fantasy uses magic on some level, it's seen as something different with non-casting classes but it wouldn't be to the people of Thedas, just how pure Garleans have to do the classes different to use them. Even Machinist, the least magical, uses Aether bullets so you don't have to bother reloading. It's even woven into clothing and armor! Cause lets face it no way dancer looks work without some aether acting as armor. Not to mention Glamours.

Likely the only place in Thedas with magic that Ubiquitous is the Elvhen empire. Even Tevinter wouldn't have that, you'd need it to be woven into everything so deeply that it's unconscious, which would only happen without the veil.

[4ce-of-2pades-inkwell]

Instead of getting back to answering asks like I should be doing, I put together a fandub of some of Brightgoat's original Casino Cups comics using audio that I recorded back in, like, December.

This isn't super well-made. The audio quality is awful, and I didn't bother with any sound effects or anything. Hopefully the voice acting is good enough to make up for the deficits.

I present to you: At the Reaper's Expense & Mortal Blues

All art belongs to the legendary @brightgoat.

[byakuyasdarling]

Was thinking about my Bl//ack Bu//tler S/I again and realised that since she’s a prequel to the main series, she technically can have a mission where she sees “Ci//el” before the tragedy and when she’s later reincarnated to be a reaper, she sees him again and is like “haiii!”

[thebananwithaplan]

((I wonder how many of the regular SWBG fans that have somehow found this blog are thinking of all the horrors that DB's interacted with so far.))

[bornbreathless]

“ ‘I mean this offensively’ is the most you thing you’ve ever said. ” Cain

@murderdeals

"What, was I supposed to act like I was giving constructive criticism? Sadly there really is no hope for some people, and demons are no exception, really it's kinder to just be up-front about that."

She flicks an imaginary speck of dust from her shoulder, as if the demon smoking out of its - she prods the body with her toe - incredibly dead host might have left some kind of residue on her freshly laundered jacket.

"Besides," she continues, stepping over the corpse and offering an amused grin that hardly seems appropriate for the situation. "It's not my fault they messed up their summoning. Obviously no-one ever told them that handwriting matters when it comes to glyphs, otherwise your summoning circle might as well be made of tissue paper. What are they teaching them in Hell these days?"

[thenightling]

For those keeping score here are all the TV shows based on the work of Neil Gaiman from the last ten years. Lucifer - Loosely based on the version of Lucifer who quits ruling Hell and opens a piano bar, from The Sandman comics by Neil Gaiman. Originally aired on Fox and then moved to Netflix for seasons 4 through 6. Neil Gaiman also got to play God in a bonus episode for season 3. The full series can be watched on Netflix. And is available on DVD. The plot deals with Lucifer, the ruler of Hell, up and quitting and moving to Earth where he opens a night club called Lux and takes up playing piano. In the TV series he befriends (and eventually falls in love with) a woman homicide detective named Chloe Decker.

_______________________ American Gods - Based on the novel by Neil Gaiman. Aired on Starz. The plot deals with a man called Shadow Moon who gets dragged into the strange world of Old and New Gods vying for power.

________________ Anansi Boys - Originally written by Neil Gaiman as a spin-off of American Gods, the TV series version was filmed for Amazon Prime and is currently in post-production (Not yet released.) The plot deals with the sons of Anansi, the African trickster Spider-God.

__________________ Good Omens - Showrun by Neil Gaiman and based on the novel by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett. Also Neil Gaiman has a small cameo in the first season. Available now on Amazon Prime. Seasons 1 and 2 are complete. Season 3 has not yet started filming and will very likely be the final season. Season 1 is currently available on DVD. The plot deals with two "differently competent" entities, an Angel and a Demon, who have come to love life on Earth and each other. And now must work together to prevent the apocalypse.

______________________________ The Sandman - First episode was co-written by Neil Gaiman, based on the stories and original characters created by Neil Gaiman with a few borrowed DC comics characters. Currently on Netflix. Season 2 is in production now. Neil Gaiman also voiced a ghostly bird in the bonus episode segment Dream of a Thousand Cats. Season 1 will be available on DVD and Blu Ray at the end of this month. The plot deals with Morpheus, the King of Dreams, who accidentally gets summoned and captured by occultists who had been trying to capture The Grim Reaper. After over a hundred and six years in captivity Morpheus finally escapes and has to track down his tools which had been taken from him when he was captured. He also comes to realize he had made many terrible mistakes in the past and struggles to set those wrongs right.

_________________________________________ The Dead Boy Detectives - First official spin-off of The Sandman. The Dead Boy Detectives were originally planned as an HBO Max series (now just Max) but moved to Netflix after the success of the first season of The Sandman. Based on characters who first appeared in Neil Gaiman's The Sandman: Season of Mists, Neil Gaiman is involved in the production. The plot is a pair of ghost teenagers decide to become detectives and are really bad at it. These two characters made a previous appearance in Doom Patrol on Max (Formerly HBO Max) but had been played by different actors.

[fickleminder]

sacrificial lamb

The impossible choice between you and the Devildom.

I can’t believe I didn’t see anything based on this cliffhanger yet. I gotta do everything myself, don’t I. Spoilers for the Frost event!

“Well, it was nice knowing you guys.”

The joke fell flat as everyone’s heads whipped towards you with varying degrees of shock and horror.

“You… How can you possibly think that we’d ever consider—”

“It’s the classic trolley problem. The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few,” you explained with a sad smile. “You of all people should understand that.”

Diavolo visibly winced. You were right, as always. The fate of the Devildom and all its denizens hung in the balance.

“There has to be another way.” Solomon shook his head, unwilling to accept the ultimatum. “Barbatos, let me try talking to it—”

“I’m afraid we are out of options. The white wolf expects an answer before it returns to the ice realm, and we do not have any bargaining power at the moment.”

Lucifer’s grip on your hand tightened. You didn’t realize when he’d grabbed it, but now it was the only thing keeping you upright.

There’s a rumor that the white wolf likes beautiful things. It freezes them and keeps them in its personal collection. Thirteen’s words burned at the back of your mind and sent chills down your spine. You knew better than to take rumors at face value, but the reaper was rarely wrong about these kind of things. Your mental impression of a soft, fluffy good boy was quickly twisting into one of a sadistic beast straight out of a nightmare.

The impatient howls echoing from the summoning chambers weren’t helping your nerves either.

“What if I went and bought you some time?” You whispered to Lucifer, who’d been watching quietly from the sidelines as Diavolo, Barbatos and Solomon dissolved into frantic discussion. “Maybe this arrangement isn’t permanent. I could go with it for now, until you find something else it wants more than me.”

“Out of the question.” The demon shot you down without hesitation. “There’s no guarantee the white wolf will respond to our summons a second time, and only it knows the way to the ice realm. If we let you go now, we risk losing you forever.”

All the breath left your lungs in a shaky exhale. An unbidden image popped into your head: a crystal statue of a human figure preserved in ice, curled up for warmth that would never come, a hand reaching out for loved ones who would never be seen or held again.

Lucifer drew you closer as you shivered, and you decided to let him think the cold was finally getting to you.

[rookiesbookies]

Alright you sexy hoes that read my writing. I start a demon AU at some point last year and I never really touched on it again. I started it bc of an ask, it’s on my au list which is linked on my masterlist and it’s pinned on my profile. I had a friend who read a BL comic called ‘Dear Door’ so fuck it, i’m using that as a basis for this AU. Totally shifting from the og piece from the AU basically.

I thought I’d be a mean little writer and give you Ghost tho… because why the fuck not.

So here’s some Demon!Ghost x Fem!Reader

A reaper. Of all the things she chose to summon, she chose a reaper.

The problem with summoning demons- what the grimoires don’t tell you, is you don’t sell your soul for a deal. You give up your body and bind yourself to the demon you summon.

She felt the searing onto her skin, forcing her to kneel in front of the summoning circle. Summoning circles were only one-way doors. They brought the demons to this plane of existence, it could not send them back.

A mark burned on her mid thigh just under her sundress. It made tears prick her eyes.

The man- demon before her stared down at her with angry brown eyes behind a skull mask. He was tall, taller than she expected, and bulky. Most importantly he was silent. 

She tried to gather herself and breathe as she spoke. “My mother, please do not take her. Do not let them!”

He uncrossed one of his arms. He bent down to one knee and harshly grabbed her thigh. “You have no idea what you’ve done to yourself, have you?” He growled in a British accent harshly. Like a wolf gritting his fangs at her, his voice was deep and gravely, like he left his vocal cords unoften used.

He examined the mark, a fresh door sigil. He hadn’t had a door in centuries. Reapers were the least summoned of all demons.

“My mother, she-!”

“Shut up about your mother, door.” he growled.

There was a silence between them.

“What did you call me?” She whispered.

“A Door.” He spat. He shoved her leg away and grunted, standing up straight. “Get up.”

“What- what’s a door?” She said quietly, scrambling to her feet. 

“Where is this woman,” he grunted, ignoring her.

She scurried ahead of him and led him to where her mother lay sick in the bed. 

“She’s fine,” he grumbled. 

“What,” she whispered.

“Your mother is fine.” “The doctors said-”

“The doctors must’ve been dramatic then,” he said, raising his voice slightly. “She’ll live.”

“Then I summoned you for no reason,” she breathed out.

The reaper nodded. He pulled a cigarette seemingly from nowhere and lit it with his finger tip. He blew the smoke in her face which made her cough. “And now you’re stuck on my way home,” he said lowly.

He grabbed the back of her sundress, took her from the room before he threw her onto a couch. 

“I’m going to send myself back and you’re not going to complain,” he said quietly, parting her legs. He pulled off a doily from the dinner table not far from his reach and shoved it in her mouth. “Just be quiet and don’t fight it.”

She raised a brow and sat up, pulling the doily from her mouth, “what-”

“Do you want me to spell it out? Do you want some sort of princess treatment for your mistake?” he spat out, surprising her, his hand gripping her chin. “You gave your body up when you summoned me, how I need to use it to get back. You made yourself my gate between here and Hell. Sit on your hands and take it like a good door.”

Her eyes widened, “o-ok.”

He shoved the doily back in her mouth, a single finger twisting in the gusset of her panties before pulling them down her leg. He grumbled about woman anatomy under his breath. 

She yelped quietly when one of his cold fingers slipped in. He twisted it around like he was looking for something which made her squirm. His other hand planted on her chest and pressed her into the couch.

“Stop moving,” he barked. “Don’t make this harder than it needs to be.”

His finger pressed on the roof of her cave and she let out a whine.

“There it is,” he grunted, thumb pressing against her clit while his middle finger joined his pointer. He held her still and the pads of his fingers rubbed circles on the gummy spot of her insides.

She just laid her head back as her legs twitched slightly, she whimpered into the doily when his thumb rubbed opposing circles on her clit. He shoved her legs open wider with his elbow. 

“Focus,” he growled, fingers picking up their pace as the mark on her thigh began to glow. The pads of his fingers pressed up a small bit more, adding more pressure to her insides and she let out a choked whine in the doily as the mark glowed bright and she clenched around his hand. 

“Next time, only summon me for a real issue,” he spat.

When she looked around he was gone, like he had never been there. The mark on her thigh stung a small bit and she was slippery between her legs, hidden under her sundress. Her panties were on the floor next to her as she panted.

“What the fuck,” she said breathlessly, adjusting so she was more comfortable on the couch. Breathing deeply as she tried to stabilize herself. She decided she was going to nap here for a moment.

It wasn’t until days later when she was thinking over it, trying to get herself off that she realized she could get herself off like that. Her fingers didn’t reach as far and all she could think about was how it just felt like she was fingering someone and not getting fingered. It made her frustrated and agitated.

The next time she summoned him she had been at work in a small storage closet.

“This better be a real-”

She shushed him. 

“My ex has lost his mind,” she whispered, pleading. 

“Fine,” he opened the door and walked out, she followed in toe. His steps were heavy against the laminate floor.

When Ghost saw the man coming at him, yelling and cussing at the woman behind him, Ghost grabbed him by the collar and threw him to the side, getting the woman in her car without a word. He climbed in the passenger seat for the ride back to her house.

When they returned he practically drug her in by her collar. 

“Ghost-”

“Simon,” he corrected flatly.

“What?”

“Simon was my name when I was human,” he spat as she fidgeted with the lock on her door. The anticipation of having his fingers on her was driving her wild.

When he got her cracked open against his hand again, he began to grow frustrated.

“Why is nothing happening,” he growled as she clenched around his hand. The sigil was glowing, but the door wasn’t opening. 

“I’m not,” she gasped out, “I can’t-”

“What do you mean you can’t?” He growled, one hand holding her knees open and the other massaging her sensitive parts as she was sprawled on the bed under him. Her pants and panties discarded on the floor to the side while her shirt and bra stayed on. 

She just whimpered in response as he removed his damp hand. The sigil faded back to it’s dark color and he pulled her to the edge of the bed. 

“So used to fucking yourself on your fingers, suppose it’s not enough now,” he growled. He put her hands so her fingers wrapped around the headboard before he shoved a doily in her mouth again, “hold it, and stay.”

She groaned frustratedly and flopped her head back on the pillow. The doily was her mother’s and it tasted like dust. 

He put one of his knees up on the bed and unbuckled his belt, pulling himself from his pants. “Now you’re going to be real good and be quiet. I have a meeting with Price to get to,” he growled and she nodded with closed eyes. 

She whimpered quietly into the doily when he rubbed his tip back and forth, gathering some wetness so it wasn’t too harsh. What she wasn’t expecting to hear was him spitting on it.

If there wasn’t a doily in her mouth, she’d tell him there’s lube in the bedside table. 

Her mouth was drooling when she felt the soft stretch off him sliding in. He put her left leg, which was practically hanging off the bed, over his shoulder and she moaned as he did small thrusts, inching in until he was to the hilt. 

“Stop clenching,” he spat as he moved into her, “it’ll just make it more uncomfortable.”

Her whine was muffled by the lace in her mouth and her hands white knuckled the headboard. Her eyes wouldn’t focus as she tried to adjust. 

He did a test rock and her eyes snapped open before falling back half lidded. His fingers found their way down to her clit and he flicked it gently, making her whimper, before rubbing on it. He pushed up on it so he had access to more of the nerve endings as the pad of his thumb rubbed it. His fingers resting over her pelvis. 

He started thrusting, low ruts that rubbed his tip back and forth inside against her gummy spot.

“Just needed to be filled, didn’t you,” he spat in a degrading tone, “don’t get much use, do you?”

She whimpered at his words. After a moment the sigil was glowing brighter, he didn’t change his pace as she started to flutter around him.

She tried to pathetically grind her hips against his and his hand pushed her abdomen down, putting pressure on her walls and making her moan into the doily. 

“You’ll take what I gave you,” he whispered harshly into her ear, hand still pressing her abdomen down, her walls clenching as she got closer.

Just as she hit her peak he disappeared and she groaned uncomfortably, angrily pulling the doily from her mouth with a growl. 

Of course he’d leave just as she got off and leave the orgasm unsatisfying. Did he not feel pleasure? Did he not understand how terrible that was? For all she knew he got off on it. Getting her barely over the edge then leaving was almost as bad as not touching her at all.

Of course.

Masterlist is pinned on profile as always, check out my AU list for more like this. Don’t forget to leave me a comment (i always try to respond) or a request in my inbox (i also try to respond to these when I can), a reblog, or even just a like to let me know what yall want to see! I love all my beautiful readers so much!

Special thank you to my mutuals @shotmrmiller and @ohmygraves for looking over this and making sure it was good *muah* I love you both you beautiful people.

[daytaker]

Families are weird.

Sometimes a family is "twins" who were handmade at roughly the same time and develop the ability to sense each other's physical ailments from a distance.

Sometimes family is an older brother who gave birth to you.

Sometimes family is a giant snake that got shrunk to a reasonable size, his goldfish replacement, and the seven-headed sea-monster you summon when you get really upset.

Sometimes a family is your asshole cousin who's trying his best.

Sometimes family is the individual you idolize most in the world, but who still compliments you on your baking.

Sometimes family is a secret in the attic.

Sometimes family is your butler and a dad who's been sleeping for a few thousand years.

Sometimes family is the little indignant angel that got shipped off to Hell with you.

Sometimes a family is just a guy and his spears.

Sometimes a family is an immortal sorcerer, the stylish grim reaper who thinks his soul is pretty, and a plush sheep.

Sometimes family is the thing that crawled out of your brother's back wounds.

Sometimes a family is the only person who willingly eats your cooking.

Sometimes family is a bunch of cats you're not allowed to take home.

Sometimes a family is a baby angel and a time-traveling demonic butler having tea.

Sometimes family is a credit card.

Sometimes a family is a wily sorcerer and his adorable apprentice.

Sometimes a family is you and the five guys who you got kicked out of heaven with. Sometimes a family is the six of you and the new guy who was born from big bro's wrath when the war was lost.

Sometimes a family is seven demon brothers and their untrained, unpaid therapist.

[crusty-chronicles]

Stubborn

Synopsis: In which our two favorite demons tend to and scold Reader for being careless during a fight. Separate drabbles btw

Kurama 🦊🦊🦊

The first thought that crosses his mind is one of anger. How dare that feeble demon even think to put it's hands on you. The next is that there's blood. So much blood seeping from the wound on your side. The decision of what to do is made without hesitation. He wasted no time rushing to your side. Lifting up your shirt slightly to heal the wound.

The others would take care of the fleeing demon. For now, his top priority was you. Making sure you'd be okay. But apparently that wasn't how you saw it. Pushing his hands away with the little strength you had.

“I'm fine. Don't worry about me. You should go after that thing with the others,” you tried to sway.

As if your life wasn't more important.

Like he didn't cherish you more than anything.

His gaze hardened, maneuvering you on your back to get a proper look at your wound. Summoning his spirit energy in his palm and pressing it firmly against your side.

“You'd think of me so callous as to abandon my injured lover?” He questioned.

His accusation temporarily shocking you.

“No but-” ‘you shouldn't be wasting your time with me.’ you wanted to say. But you were cut off before you could finish.

“Then there's nothing more to discuss. When I'm finished, we'll go right back home. Yusuke and Kuwabara are more than capable of handling this by themselves.”

You once again shifted around, trying to get him to stop. The case came first. It should've come first. Not you. You were hurt, but wouldn't die from it. It was pointless wasting energy on something you could manage with on your own. Kurama shouldn't be focusing on you when there was still an important mission at hand.

He gave you a glare and that was all it took to have you stilling.

“Why must you insist on being difficult? Don't you know that I'll choose you every time? I'll always choose you over any fight, any mission, any person. No matter what, it's always you, so sit still and let me heal you.”

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Hiei ⚔️⚔️⚔️

Impulsive, impulsive, impulsive.

He sees red the second your body hits the floor and you struggle to get up. A dark crimson trailing down your forehead.

Damn whoever hurt you, and damn anybody who dared get in his way.

He quickly slays the one responsible for your injury. Not even giving them enough time to process what's happening before it's over. When that's taken care of, he makes his way over to you. Shooing the group of your friends away so he can inspect your injuries himself. Despite the protests from a certain troublesome reaper.

“Let me see.” It's more of an order than a request.

But instead of complying, you turn your head and try to stand. Trying your best not to make a big deal out of nothing. Only for Hiei to shove you back down.

“I'm okay. It's just a scratch.” You brushed off, but he wasn't convinced in the slightest. Moving to wipe off the blood from your forehead.

You grabbed his wrist and stopped him.

“Don't. It doesn't hurt, so leave it. And anyways, you shouldn't have killed that guy. He needed to be brought in for questioning.”

Your words only further irritating the three eyed demon.

It seems you didn't quite understand the importance you held in his life.

He would have slayed thousands for even looking at you wrong. And here you were defending some cretin who'd committed an offense that was deserving of a fate worse than death. Sometimes he hated that human heart of yours.

“Shut up. You don't get to run your mouth after being so foolish.” He scolded. Moving to heal your injury with his spirit energy. He didn't do it often, but you were always a special case. You were special.

Yet you continued to try and avoid his help.

“I'm fine!”

“Argue any further and I'll put you to sleep myself. You think I care about some low life over you? You must have a concussion if you believe that.”

Then his next words were softer. For your ears only.

“Your life takes priority over anyone and everything, got that? You're mine, and any creature that dares lay a finger on you will have to deal with that consequence.”

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[agent-jaselin]

Finding out that the WoL's theme song is "Maker's Ruin" just makes Dragon Age crossovers go brrrr even harder honestly.

Do a crossover and make sure to include maker's ruin as one of his many terrifying titles even though it isn't an official one. (Though the variations of Primal/Eikon/God slayer are probably bad enough.)

[the-kr8tor]

Thank you for voting for the name Octobie! Now for the themes! I've combed through every single suggestion you gave me and categorised all of them into 12 themes.

So what I'm gonna do is post the 12 (right here) and from that 12 the 5 most top voted will move up for another poll until the top 3 wins! (Reasons/ and where I got the themes from your suggestions are listed below the poll/cut. W/ brief descriptions also)

Note: Theme names aren't finalized but the meanings will still be the same. (They'll have a cooler name once they get picked!)

Wondering why there will only be three themes? Well the third week theme is called wild card where anything goes! So if your chosen theme doesn't win you can always wait for the third week of octobie to come around and you can do whatever you want in that week as long as Hobie's in it!

Fantasy— fairy! Hobie, Dragon tamer! Hobie/Dragon rider! Hobie, Mythical creature, Sailor/Pirate! Hobie x deity! R, Time-looped historian! Hobie, fae, Mermaid. (Literally anything to do with the fantasy genre)

Halloween- Cloak Hobie, Witch R & familiar! Hobie, Witch! R and demon! Hobie, accidental summoning, pumpkin, Demon! Hobie and angel! R, death reaper! Hobie and target! R, vampire! R and human Hobie, serial killer! Hobie and detective! R, zombie! Hobie, pirates, thriller! Hobie, (anything spooky or scary!)

Eras swap/ through the decades- Modern! Hobie x 1970s! r, modern au, 1800s, different au Hobies meet and different au readers meet, aged up meet cute (they meet in their 60s), decades, (time is the main gist of it, whether it's hobie through the years or some decade specific scenario)

Music- guitar, record play, music lessons, backstage, concerts, rival bands/musicians, band practice, battle of the bands, (anything that has to do with music!)

Comfort- stray cats, nicknames, arts and crafts, london tings, hate the am (mornings), flowers, cats, snow, cozy/chilling at home, library, favourite au/trope, cottage core, (anything that wakes the butterflies in your stomach or makes you feel the ooeygoeey feeling fluff!)

Anarchy- ACAB, battle vests, protest, punk. (Anything that Hobie would be proud of doing)

Slice of life/ family life- swing date, the twins, first dance, just cozy things, cozy/chilling at home, morning/nighy routine, handsy, date day/night, meet cute, sick day, childhood friends. (Cozy or family related!)

Crossover- villains and/Vs heroes, magical girl! Hobie, tokyo ghoul au, DC Crossover, Hobie meeting batman, android! Hobie and human r, baldur's gate 3 au, hobie and mutant x-men! R, hobie and deadpool!, deadpool! Hobie, gambit! Hobie, ghost rider! hobie, spy family au, nightcrawler! Hobie (whether it's a video game, anime or a different genre of comic, that goes here!)

Medieval- royalty, royal! R and rebel! Hobie, (anything that makes you sing the game of thrones opening lol)

Villain au- black cat! Hobie, deadpool! Hobie, mystique! Hobie, prowler! Hobie x villain! r (evil! Hobie? Evil! Hobie! Or any au pertaining to villainy!)

Movie mashup- scream killer! Hobie and caller! R, freaky friday/body swap, rom-com, will they/won't they?, swan lake au, mad hatter! Hobie, phantom of the opera au, the greatest showman au, avatar au, (general movie au or theatre au)

Runway ready- patches, runway, hair, piercings, braids, dress up/ fashion show, draw in your style. (Fashun!)

[stainlesssteellocust]

Only example that comes to mind is in The Nightmare Stacks, where the nerd wizard vampire hero guy gifts this fantasy king his GPS enabled smartphone after calling in a drone strike on his own coordinates, so when the king comes back to kill him the Reaper gets his ass

However that’s his only gun wizard moment and the book is mostly a vaguely parodic romantic comedy where the guy flails around being clueless and depressed while getting catfished by an elf, so it’s not exactly a major element.

Has there ever been a good depiction of a gun wizard in media? forget I cast fist I summon the mythical demon known as the MQ-1 Predator to cast Hellfire upon my enemies

[madhatterbri]

Unwanted Guest | Demon F.B.

Summary: Demon Finn Balor embarrasses Y/N in front of her landlord.

Author's Note: I'm trying to clean out my drafts.

Finn Balor Masterlist

Taglist: @magicalbuttertarts @theworldofotps @smallestsnarkestgirl @mrsarcherofinfamy @new-zealand-chic

"Y/N? Is everything all right in there?" Her elder landlord called out. He knocked on the wooden door. "Should I call the police?"

"Oh God, it's my landlord," she whined and placed her hands over her eyes. The night couldn't possibly get any worse. A demon was summoned in her apartment, and her landlord was checking on her. "I live next to him, and he probably heard me freak out cause you are here,"

"Everything is fine. Just a scary movie," she answered.

"I would like to check in on you. May you let me in?"

Y/N cursed and pulled her hair in frustration. The old man was super sweet but could be a pain in the ass. She took a deep breath to calm her nerves. Her attention shifted to the Demon Finn Balor. "You, just, hide somewhere,"

"Where to find a place not covered in dust and cobwebs," he sighed and looked around the room. When he went to her bedroom, she opened the front door.

"Thank you for checking in on me. I just got scared from a scary movie," Y/N explained.

The old man walked inside and looked around. A scary movie was playing on her television. "I just wanted to make sure. It isn't safe for a woman to live alone in these times,"

"Okay, honey, there are no monsters under the bed," Finn spoke, yet now he was in his human form. Her mouth dropped open in shock.

"Thank you. I just needed him-"

"You need me?" Finn asked and smirked. He stood next to Y/N and wrapped an arm around her. The old man looked between the two in confusion.

"Honey, you didn't introduce me to the nice man. I'm Finn Balor. Nice to meet you," Finn greeted pleasantly. The men shook hands.

"Very nice to meet you. Y/N didn't tell me she had any friends over," the landlord looked at Y/N once more. He was trying to read the situation. There was no way that she could possibly snitch on the situation. No one would believe her. She'd be in the loony bin for sure.

"He's the one-,"

"I'm the one? Darling, we just met an hour ago. Let's give us a little more time before we start saying those words," Finn admonished and smiled.

"That chose the scary movie. I will keep it down, I promise. No need to check on me or call the police," she practically begged. The last thing she needed was more people knowing about the Demon Finn Balor.

"Well, you kids have fun," the landlord smiled politely. He was still not used to the fast-paced lifestyles of this day and age. "Have a good night,"

Y/N wished him a good night and closed the door behind him. A sigh of relief at his departure caused her body to relax. She pressed her back to the door. "That was close,"

"Don't worry about him," Finn shrugged. "I'm friends with the Grim Reaper. He'll be outta here in no time,"

[another-lost-mc]

kisses on the battlefield | solomon x reader

cw: sfw. hurt/comfort. descriptions of canon-typical violence. light angst with a happy ending. gn!reader (referred to as mc, they/them pronouns). wc: 1.7k+

“No, I won't go,” Solomon argued with Diavolo, a large map on the table between them. He was already on edge from the looming danger waiting for them all on the horizon; he wasn't convinced you would be safe if he left you now. He looked to Barbatos for support, but the demon's unreadable expression made him feel even worse about this plan.

You were assigned leadership over the group of witches and wizards sent by the Sorcerer’s Society. You shared an apprehensive look with him as you crossed paths outside the tent. You both wanted to linger, to stay and share one more farewell (in addition to the hurried moments you shared earlier that day), but there wasn't anymore time.

Solomon practically threw his hands up in the air and spun on his heel so he could follow you, Diavolo's orders be damned. He knew the human sorcerers were responsible for defending the eastern quadrant—he'd find you and keep you safe. That was his intention, until Barbatos blocked his way and Diavolo called his name behind him.

Solomon snarled in frustration as he turned back to the demon prince. "The reapers don't need me. Let me pass."

But Barbatos was unmoving, and Diavolo shook his head. “The reapers need your help repairing the damage to the seal that allowed this to happen. We need to stop the hostile force here, before the three realms descend into chaos. Your pacts should give you the additional reinforcements you need.”

With a few exceptions, of course—Asmodeus and Barbatos were both needed elsewhere, and Solomon knew he wouldn't be able to summon them.

Solomon gritted his teeth. "Fine, then I'll bring MC with me. They can assist with repairing the seal." And I can keep an eye on them myself.

Diavolo sighed heavily, and Solomon saw something vulnerable in his eyes, something that looked like regret. “MC is too important to our defenses. The human sorcerers need someone to lead them that they can trust in your place. They're also the only one capable of empowering the Avatars of Sin to bolster our ranks, should we need them to."

Diavolo understood Solomon’s hesitancy. He had a similar conversation with you, privately, before Solomon arrived. You were equally torn about being separated from him and facing the unknown dangers alone. You took less convincing to go along with Diavolo's plan—you knew this was the best course of action, even if you didn't like it.

Unfortunately, there was no guarantee Diavolo could make to you that Solomon would return unscathed while he assisted the reapers with their task. Likewise, there was no promise Diavolo could make to Solomon that even if he returned, you would be unharmed.

“You have my word that I will do everything in my power to keep MC safe,” Diavolo told him seriously. It was the best the demon prince could offer to appease Solomon's doubts, but the oath tasted like ash on his tongue.

Barbatos glanced at Diavolo knowingly behind the sorcerer's back, and the unspoken truth hung between them: Solomon would become their enemy too, should they fail to protect you.

Solomon realized he had little choice. He told himself that he would do this for you, because you deserved better than a future torn apart by war and death. He uttered a curse under his breath and glared venomously at Diavolo before he disappeared.

Solomon and the reapers finally sealed the magical tear that allowed the eldritch beasts to invade from the farthest reaches of the cosmos. He went to the battlefield to find you as soon as Thirteen assured him that their task was complete.

He expected to find you on the eastern front with the other sorcerers, but all he found there was the aftermath of carnage. The ground was broken and scorched by flame and it ran wet with odd, inky-black blood. He realized quickly that the largest battle must've been fought here and his blood froze in his veins.

He finally stumbled on some lingering demons and human sorcerers that were helping evacuate the remaining survivors. As soon as they mentioned a healers' camp set up near RAD, he teleported immediately to the Devildom.

Solomon recognized the battle-weary faces of his demon and angel and human acquaintances when he arrived, but he couldn't bear to stop until he found you.

His heart clenched with equal parts hope and worry when he finally spotted Asmodeus and Simeon speaking together near one of the tents. They both greeted him with relieved expressions despite their dirtied faces and ripped clothing, stained with mud and gore.

"It's good to see you," Simeon said, clasping his shoulder.

Solomon didn't have time for pleasantries. "I just arrived. Where's MC?"

Asmo shook his head. "They're fine. Lucifer and Mammon took them to one of the tents back there," he said, pointing to a small cluster of tents close to the RAD building.

Solomon tried to push past him, but Asmo grabbed his arm. He didn't flinch when Solomon bared his teeth angrily at him. "Let me go."

"Wait," Asmo urged him quietly. "MC's mostly unharmed, but Solomon it was—it was bad."

Icy dread flooded his body all over again. "Tell me."

Diavolo snapped the would-be assassin's neck in his grasp before he flung the limp corpse aside. Not far from him, Barbatos eviscerated an enemy with a slash from the glinting dagger in his hand.

"I don't like this," Lucifer muttered at his side. Diavolo nodded and peered around. The demon army was anxiously waiting, but the invasion they anticipated was nowhere to be seen. He trusted Thirteen's information that the dark, otherworldly threat had broken through the realms' defenses, so where—?

"My lord," Barbatos breathed, staring at something behind him in the distance.

Diavolo turned as a bright red flare shot into the dark sky. Another flare followed, and another, and another after that, until the sky was littered with dozens of fiery wisps of magic. It was a signal to warn the other defensive positions that the intruders were spotted, and they all came from the east.

The wind carried the shrill, foreign language of nightmare creatures as small portals appeared across the battlefield and the monstrous entities charged through and finally began their attack.

In an instant, another large, dark portal opened above the area where you and your fellow sorcerers were stationed. The ground shook as something shot from the portal and engulfed the eastern battlefield in purple flames and black smoke.

Oh, no.

Lucifer grunted at Diavolo's side and suddenly disappeared as the power of your pact summoned him to you. Barbatos was already redirecting forces to aid the human defenders, but Diavolo felt dread pool in his stomach. He took off in flight and slashed at everything in his path, hoping they weren't too late.

Solomon paused outside your tent when he heard Mammon's familiar voice within; he sounded exasperated.

"I don't care whatcha say, Satan says you gotta rest," the Greed demon lectured you.

"Mammon, I promise, I'm okay—"

The ice in Solomon's heart cracked when he finally heard your voice.

You were alive.

"Yeah, we'll see 'bout that. How many fingers am I holdin' up?"

"...three?"

Mammon scoffed. "Lucky guess."

Solomon couldn't wait anymore. He pulled the flap aside and poked his head inside the tent. Mammon was holding three fingers in front of your face, and you were trying to push his hand away. Your face lit up with recognition when they both looked to see who had arrived.

"Look, your boyfriend can talk some sense into ya. I'll see about getting you somethin' to eat." Mammon paused when he was passing Solomon on his way out and leaned towards him. "MC got hit by some type of curse, they were real dizzy for a while. Satan thinks it's worn off, but they need to take it easy. Got it?"

Solomon stared at you but nodded slowly. As soon as Mammon left the tent, he stepped towards your cot in something like a trance. He sat on the edge of the bed and glanced down when you grabbed both his hands in yours.

"I am so happy to see you," you breathed. Your smile trembled and tears dotted your lash line.

Solomon held your hands for a moment before he rested them on your lap and cupped your cheeks instead. He cradled your face in his hands so gently. He didn't know what to say. Words failed him—he was overwhelmed by the possibility of losing you earlier, and now by the relief you were here really here.

His eyes roamed your face desperately, drinking in the sight of you—a battle-worn version of you, perhaps—but in this moment, you were everything to him. He didn't know how to put his feelings for you into words, so he leaned forward and kissed you instead.

You made a surprised noise against his lips, but your fingers grasped weakly at the tattered sleeves of his coat and you drew him even closer. It was less of a kiss and more of a desperate press of your chapped lips against his, but you felt his warm breath fan across your skin and savoured the familiar taste of him on your tongue. It was comforting proof that he was alive—that you both were.

Solomon's body trembled so much it shook the rackety bed you were in, and he broke the kiss with a sob. "I'm so sorry," he whispered, the words raspy with so many emotions. "I never should've left you."

You shook your head and the corners of your lips twitched upward. "I'm grateful that I had such a good teacher," you joked, but it sounded flat to your ears when your tired voice betrayed you.

He leaned forward and buried another sob into the crook of your neck. He crushed your body to his and he hoped the salty tears on your skin and his arms wrapped tightly around you conveyed everything he felt for you—

—he won't ever leave you, and nothing in the three realms or beyond will ever hurt you ever again—

—but all his strangled voice could manage to croak out was a broken, "I love you."

You closed your eyes and smoothed your fingers through his hair, damp with sweat and dirty from the battlefield. His arms squeezed you even tighter, and you smiled despite the tears rolling down your cheeks. "I love you too."

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[neverniko101]

Krxkentale- Nightmare’s Gang

Canon Horror? Fanon Horror? What about both. On the same team. Ehehehehehehehehegegehhe-

To be clear I love them both equally and have nothing against anyone who likes/dislikes one or the other

Rambling below!! This will eventually be a comic I swear, just wanna finish current ones first :3

Horror

Fanon!Horror- The Bear

Original by Sour Apple Studio

- Worked for a multiversal agency that provided highly trained soldiers to act as mercenaries to whoever could pay, regardless of what they did. Horror was one of these soldiers, as he was indebted to the agency for rescuing he and his brother from his collapsing AU. This agency (too lazy to name it) was very shitty to those who worked for it, paying almost nothing and often making them fight for food to encourage violence and distrust. They wouldn’t want an uprising, after all…

- As these mercenaries were being hired by Nightmare’s enemies and proving to be quite annoying, he showed up and destroyed everything, killing, capturing, scattering, or recruiting all the soldiers. He offered Horror the opportunity to work for him as a guard and soldier, in exchange being treated as a noble with all the food he could want.

- Horror is large, gruff, and always hungry. Despite his rough nature, he tends to be the kindest of the gang and becomes very protective of the others as he gets to know them.

- The reason his AU collapsed was because the code itself was starving, drained of enough magic that it started digesting its own code, collapsing in on itself. Fun. Otherwise, it began as a normal Horror!tale AU.

- His brother worked at the kitchens of the agency and went missing during Nightmare’s attack. His whereabouts are unknown.

Dust

Murder!Sans- The Crow

Original by Ask-Dusttale

- A Mad scientist both in the terms that he is crazy and he is angry. Made a deal with the god of Death (Reaper) to permanently kill the human from his timeline despite their Determination, having Reaper personally come and drag them into hell. In exchange, Dust worked as Reaper’s minion/preist, carrying out his bidding to help maintain the order of life and death.

- Fascinated with the prospect of reanimation and dreams of bringing his Papyrus back to life. Reaper doesn’t like this, but finds Dust’s experiments interesting and therefore allows him to continue.

- ✨Potions✨

- Has a pet crow named Terrance that he uses to communicate with Reaper. We love Terrance.

- Reaper has been anxious about Nightmare’s activities and sends Dust to act as a spy, joining the gang and reporting back to Reaper.

Cross

Xtale!Sans- The Wolf

Original by Jakei

- From an ice-covered Xtale AU, the young Paladin is used as bait to capture and kill the demon X!Chara, failing as the spirit fully takes control of Cross’ body and escapes before the two can be sacrificed. Almost completely overtaken by the monster, Cross makes a desperate plea to the moon god to come save him, summoning Nightmare. NM restores Cross’ control, but refuses to remove X!Chara altogether, using that as leverage to make Cross work for him; he can’t spend too much time away from Nightmare without the demon overtaking his body.

- Originally a Paladin to the sun god (Dream, although neither know it) and is therefore resistant to Nightmare’s magic (hence why he can’t make magical deals and contracts like the others and has to be controlled in different ways).

- His sword, dubbed Fred, is imbued with magic and glows in the dark. It also boomeranged back to him when thrown, but he, uh…needs some more practice with that part.

- Red pupil gets larger the more control X!Chara takes, filling both eyes when in complete control.

Killer

Something New- The Cat

Original by Rafwabas

- After everyone in his AU was dead, Killer got bored. Very, very, very bored. Why not poke around the old lab he used to work at, then? He might find something neat. And he does- with the magic he’s accumulated, he’s able to fuel a portal machine that can transport him to other AUs. He quickly redevelops his interest in engineering, stealing parts from other AUs to build his machines…until he’s caught. And thrown in jail. And freed by Nightmare, in exchange for working for him.

- He is a cat. Will climb. Knock thing over. Sit wherever he wants.

- He isn’t a murderer in this AU, instead fusing with the human in a last-ditch effort to stop them from wiping out the entire underground. He was forced to stay behind as everyone else evacuated, though, as it was unknown if the procedure would work or if Killer would be safe to be around. Which, to be fair, he isn’t.

- All of his socks have cat paws on the bottom

Hatchet

Horror!Sans- The Fox

Original by Sour Apple Studios

- Horror sans #2 lmao

- Due to the loss of his eye and most (if not all) of his magic, Hatchet finds his strength in wielding weapons and building traps. He is fast, agile, and stealthy, though his time of starving had left him physically weak.

- Some of the monsters in the Underground went haywire and attempted to sacrifice Hatchet in some effort to gain more food, only to be stopped by, you guessed it, Nightmare. Hatchet agrees to come work for Nightmare as long as he kills Undyne and restores someone halfway decent to the throne, which he does. Other than that, the inhabitants of his AU can fend for themselves. Except for Papyrus. He’s coming with him.

- How does one person have so many weapons on their body. Where is he keeping them. Where did he get a six foot tall hammer. Why does he have fifteen knives-

- His brother works at the castle too! He picks out Hatchet’s shirts

Okay it’s 1 am I have to go sleep now bye