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[gleeful-northwest-fam]

A... drabble? One shot? Thing based after a rp with @william-will-cipher

—Mod 🥀

"Pacifica-!"

The girl just ran up to the attic, slamming the door close

Preston looked at his step brother, who returned the silent resignation.

Damn kids. So stubborn.

He should leave. Give them some space. He understood that, logically, everything was logical, he was doing the most logical step getting rid of that three sided whining demon

But children weren't logical, and Pacifica specially wasn't. Children are emotional and messy and easy to use. To lose.

He sat down against the door, trying to come up with some new argument, though even if he could find it, it was most likely that neither child would actually listen. All he managed to was hide his face in his palms to try and sort out this- this tangle of horrid feelings in his chest

"C'mon, they'll get around"

"What if they don't?"

"If Gideon could... understand what happened with Carla, sure they can understand this"

Bud didn't get it. Or maybe he did? Maybe he was in the same fight against pain and guilt that had no right to be there, that was twisting their thoughts into something so very absurd.

"... how do you deal with this?"

He let out a sad chukle, sitting next to him "Not gonna lie, is... is hard"

He couldn't let it go. Her eyes willing up with tears. The shouting. The utter betrayal in her face as she screamed that she wished he had never come back. It vore into his chest with a fury no weapon or substance had pierced him in 13 years of exploring the multiverse.

"What if I messed up? Genuinely messed up?"

"Preston, the kid ain't heartless. She's upset, sure, but she loves ya"

"I'm not just talking about the kids"

"... what do you mean?"

This was absurd. Nonsense. And overall unbelievably idiotic. Yet the thought refused to leave his mind, eating him up from the inside as it drove him insane

"Sending him back.. with him"

"Fo' Pete's sake Preston, are you serious?!"

"You weren't there!" He suddenly stood up, beginning to pace around "You didn't hear how Stanford talked about him- or how jumpy he was- he looked- he looked terrified!"

"So what? Were you just gonna welcome him with open arms?"

"Of course not! It's just! It's just..." a frustrated groan scaped him, gesturing widely to try to make sense of it all "Maybe I should've found another way to make him go instead, or- or try to force Stanford into calling the deal off so he'd go back to the mindscape- something that wasn't this!"

"Preston"

"Of course I don't like Will! I hate him! I always will, and if I see him here ever again-"

"Poindexter"

"But I could've at least gotten some information! I- I assumed the deal happened after I disappeared, but what if it was before? How long has it been like that"

"Thee eyes" Preston suddenly grabbed hy the shoulders, forced to stare into Bud's reprimanding eyes "ya did the right thing. Ya protected your family. "

"But-"

"This damn demon is the reason all this happened. So you ain't gotta have no sympathy to him"

This was so... odd for Preston. He was the older brother, the smart brother, the one always with the plan and the right words. Yet ever since he came back, he has felt completely lost, relying on Bud for all these stupid mushy problems called feelings and grief and fatherhood. Before he could proceed what he was doing, he pulled his younger brother into a tight hug, which was almost immediately reciprocated

No more words were exchanged, and after a few far too long seconds, they pulled apart and walked downstairs

They never knew Pacifica had scaped out the window

[saphirafoxgirlspost1]

(Open Rp) Valentines Day Story in " The Romantic Tale of the Demon Lord"

(Warning, this contains NSFW, Muscle growth, transformation, Ect. If your a Minor please don't reply to this..Viewer disgression is advised)

Long time ago In the Depths of the underworld Kingdom, There was a Demon Lord who was Sitting On his throne being Bored and Lonely while all his Subjects was serving him very well Including Punishing and Torturing the Sinners Down. One day He decided to Use the Crystal ball to see who was the Mortal to come to be punished but then he saw a beautiful Half Breeded Kitsune woman Name Saphira Lorraina Fox Who is Kicking her Ex out of her Home…He can tell that Saphira was had it Up to the top of her head for her ex Boyfriends Horrible Behavior and His Cheating actions…Then..Saphira said to her Ex boyfriend Who is name is "Daniel James Brightburn" after throwing his stuff and all out of her home,

Saph:" I have Had it with you Daniel, Not only you Cheated on me…But You try to lay hands on me Is My Final Straw from you! And good thing I Belted your abusive hand Raw!"

Daniel: "S-s-saph..I'm Sorry..please forgive me!"

Saph: " Well it's too damn Late for that daniel! You Should've thought of that before Cheating and attempt to lay a hand on me! and I Already called your parents and Your going to pay me every cent on your name till your dead ass Broke! So Don't you ever Come near me again!"

Then She threw His Girl who's he's cheating on her with Out Of her home and she said,

Saph: "And take that Whore With you! I Hope She's Worth your Fucking time daniel Because I Don't want anything to Do with a Scumbag of a man and a Fucking relationship and family Destroying Whore of a woman in my life again!"

Saphira snarles and Slammed the Door..as the parents Took Daniel Home..and His father belted his hands for attempting to lay hands on saphira..and next day, His Parents comes in with a Big envelope with a Huge compensation money that They Sold his stuff and all and apoligize for it..But saphira forgive the parents..but never forgive daniel..and she told them to punish daniel as they please and then she told them that she's moving away from This horrible town and trying to forget Daniel for good…So the parents accepted…after that..Saphira finally moved away..as the demon lord sees saphira's beauty and all..he Felt the cupids heart struck him with the arrows..and fell in love with her…but When saphira Found a nice place in the forest…She lives in the Nice Luxurious Lodge cabin in the lovely woods..She sighs softly..not knowing what to do..but..She needs to start over her new life now.. 4 months later..the demon King can't stand waiting..So he head to the mortal World and began to Disguised himself as a human..to meet this lovely Saphira maiden..meanwhile with saphira..She is at the Kitchen Drinking Hot chocolate to enjoy her Days..after that, She decided to change into a Human form..so she began to have a nice Strolls into the Forest..it was peace and quiet..but..she found the Stump..as she sits down and sighs and said,"Welp..it's been 4 months Since I left that godforsaken town No thanks to my ex and Now my new life is Doing so great..but There's something was Missing in my Life..its almost like i have a Hole that needs to be filled…" She sighs softly..feeling sadden..until..She hears something as she turns around…and saw a strange but a handsome man approach her..and she said," hello?…who are you?" Then he answers..

[wives-natlho]

I Guess I live Here Now (Jaye Devale part 7)

NOTICE: An RP event was held between the events of Parts 6 and 7. In which, Jaye was ambushed on the road by her own Free Company, causing Ikkobach to release. After a fight, the Voidsent was captured. Please enjoy.

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“I guess I live here now.” 

Jaye sits in the window of the Topmast apartment in the Mist. Behind her is the recently-renovated space that Coco had set up to house three people. It’s awfully small, but comfortable. In front of her is a view of the ocean, just past a sprawl of houses and stores. She rests with her feet dangling out the window, feeling the salty sea air seasoning her pale and freckled skin. 

She holds a darkened purple crystal in her hand. Swirls of energy flit about inside of the handheld prison, as portions Ikkobach’s form shifts around. She doesn’t really understand *where* Ikkobach actually exists entirely. According to Athena, the key phrase should shunt the demon into the crystal entirely, for all eternity. The threat of this is what keeps Ikkobach in line. Jaye hopes that some part of it remains, despite the troubled past. She would need its help soon if she were to be strong enough to fight. 

“I can’t hear you anymore. I can’t feel you anymore. Are you even still there?”

Jaye swings her feet, forty yalms or so between her and the rocky ground below. She holds the crystal tight and attempts to feel its presence. 

“Where are you?”

Behind her rests the scythe she has been slowly restoring and changing from a farmer’s tool into a weapon. Its chine is clean and sharpened, but the rust on the dull side remains, creating a dichotomy between the old utility and the new. The wraps on the handle are newer, made mostly from leather and sewn together by her girlfriend Athena at Jaye’s request. She has been putting off combat training with Athena for some reason that she can’t quite put into words. 

“I don’t know if I can ever be strong like Mom wanted.” She now speaks to no one, sure that Ikkobach isn’t listening, or can’t even hear. She sighs and rests her head to the left against the window frame. She looks at the crystal once more, and puts it away into a pouch, where it rests most often. Her gaze rises to meet the horizon’s edge, mostly hidden between the mirrored blues of the noon sky and calm ocean.

Her eyes close, as she remembers the air she used to feel on her skin. The air in Garlemald is cold, and stings like insects protecting their home. Jaye has always felt stinging pain in some form or another. As a child it was the bitter cold. Her body was not built for the freezing climate. No one’s body is. As a teen, the pain was of loss, of losing her mother to a death at the hands of the Empire. As a young woman, the pain was mostly in her legs, from running, or in her back from sleeping on metal train cars and stones. For nearly a year, her pain was in her eye, robbed of its aether and turned unwilling host by Ikkobach. 

Jaye now searches for the source of her pain. It takes the form of an emptiness of some kind, which baffles the girl. She has more in her life now than ever before. She lives with two beautiful women, who love her. She has many friends who risked their lives to help fight against her literal demons. She has a whole world at her fingertips, ready to give her any amount of exploration she could ever ask for. She has food and clothes and shelter. If she isn’t happy now, will she ever be?

The apartment door opens and brings Jaye back to her senses. A heavy metal thud against the wooden floor informs her that Athena has returned home, and set her axe down against the shelf near the entryway. As Jaye spins around, the gem from her pouch is bumped on the window frame and falls to the floor with another thud. Jaye leans to pick up the crystalline prison as Athena comes into view, seeing only Jaye next to an open window, clutching the cage of Ikkobach in her hand. Jaye turns her head to look at Athena, who watches the Viera girl closely. 

“I think it’s time we start training. I want to be strong.”

[ibelongtowrath]

Merry Christmas @marianaredwixi!!!

I may be a writer, but there aren’t enough words in any language that could accurately convey just how grateful I am for you.

You are a beautiful soul, inside and out, and your light shines so brightly. From our chats, to ranting, to our fun RPs, and everything in between, you make me smile every single day.

Your Christmas gift might be stuck in the mail, but I wanted to give you another gift that will hopefully make you smile as much as you make me do. I love you dearly, and I wish I could give you the world because you deserve it, but sadly I cannot. What I can provide, though, are lovely Lucifer stories for you to enjoy ;)

Dedicated to you, my amazing friend! I hope you love it.

You Are My Light - Lucifer x Reader

Everything is ready, Lucifer thinks to himself, making his way quietly back into the bedroom. That is, everything but the most important part.

He had risen before dawn that morning, Christmas morning, in preparation. It was a day he had never really enjoyed celebrating that much - nor did he really care for the symbolism behind it, but he knew it was important to you, his love, and he wanted to pull out all the stops.

Lucifer turns the knob on the door, stepping in to close it softly behind him. It clicks, and he winces, turning towards your sleeping form sprawled out on his massive bed - you remain visibly undisturbed, cradling your head against the soft down pillows, snoring softly. He relaxes, letting out a deep exhale. Good, I didn’t disturb her.

Stepping out of his shoes to pad quietly over to the bed, he perches himself on the edge. His face softens as he studies yours - blissful, deep in the sweet embrace of slumber. He can feel his heart swelling in his chest, leaning over to stroke your hair with the lightest of touches, ghosting his finger over a cheek. It never got old, waking up to you like this. So beautifully sweet, relaxed in his arms, safe, home. Lucifer looks up to the ceiling and chuckles softly, shaking his head. Father, he thinks, you have done so much that I despise you for - but I cannot hate you for giving her to me. For creating her soul to fit so perfectly with mine. No, I think that, on this day, I should be thankful. So... I will say it. Thank you, Father.

Closing his eyes to reflect a few moments longer on his gratitude, Lucifer shakes his head; a deep sigh escapes him - not one of sorrow or annoyance, but in contentment. He turns back to you, still at rest, and he smiles. Gently, so to not shift the mattress, he leans over your still-sleeping form to press a kiss to your forehead, letting his lips linger against your warm skin before he pulls back, tracing a thumb over your bottom lip.

Reaching into his pocket, he places a small note on the nightstand next to your charging D.D.D. as he rises to standing, letting himself take one last longing glance at you as he turns back to step into his shoes, leaving the room as quietly as he had entered.

I await you, my love.

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“Mmmm...”

With a large yawn, your arms stretch above your head as you turn to the side to greet your demon lover.

“Hey, Lu-”

You pause, noticing the empty space in the bed next to you. Hm, maybe he texted me? He probably had to go somewhere, you think to yourself with another yawn, turning your body over to grab your D.D.D. A small, folded-up note rest atop the phone, your name written in carefully-etched black ink, perfect strokes that belong to only one demon - yours. Your curious fingers reach for the paper, sitting up in the bed as you swing your legs to the side.

Merry Christmas, my love. Follow the path of the ribbon, and I shall await you at the end with many a merry surprise. I love you, my light.

- Lucifer

“Ribbon? Wha-”

Confused, you stand from the bed and slip on a pair of comfortable slippers in front of the nightstand. Your gaze falls upon a crimson silk ribbon laid out on the floor, soft and shiny despite the dim candlelit room, leading to the door of Lucifer’s bedroom. A grin stretches across your face, broad and genuine, and you excitedly skip to the doorway, pausing briefly to smooth down your hair, still simultaneously wild on one side and flat on the other from where your head was pressed into the pillow.

Stepping out into the hallway, you raise an eyebrow at the seemingly endless ribbon, the likes of which even makes a turn at the end of the corridor. The door clicks shut behind you as you begin to make your way, following the path of the silk, the same color as Lucifer’s crimson gaze. Curiosity only deepens as you realize the ribbon is leading you to the library, confusion passing over your features when you see it pass under the large wooden doors before the realization dawns on you. With another grin, you push through the doors and saunter up to the special bookshelf situated in the back of the grand room.

As though sensing your presence, the shelf yields, opening to reveal the path into Lucifer’s sequestered study room. The silken path ends there, and you slowly begin to make your way in, gasping in surprise as your hand claps over your mouth. Suddenly overwhelmed, your eyes well up with grateful tears.

The room is swathed in warmth that comes not only from the roaring fireplace, but with the joy, and pride, that fills the room. Christmas music, a joyful and upbeat tune, plays from the old-fashioned record player situated on the desk, coupled with the gentle crackling of fire licking at wood. A large pine tree, adorned with the same silk ribbon that led you here and soft, twinkling lights sits in the middle of the room. Red ornaments hang from the branches, the dancing fire reflected in the shiny orbs that glitter in the light add to the magical atmosphere. Endless abundances of gift boxes surround the bottom of the tree, overflowing to rest against cabinets with their shelves filled with bottles and bottles of Lucifer’s alcohol of choice.

“Merry Christmas, darling.”

A sexy, low voice calls out to you amongst your grateful delight, drawing your attention to the fireplace. The sight before you causes your hand to drop from your mouth and down to your side, lips parting in both awe and desire, stunting your ability to speak.

Lucifer stands, completely bare, save for a deep red collar emblazoned with a black buckle wrapped snugly around his throat, and a smug grin upon his handsome face. Letting his demon form emerge, raven-black wings flare out to full wingspan. He raises an arm, turning a hand over to curl a finger, beckoning you over to him. In his other hand rests a swath of that gorgeous silken ribbon. Slowly, you begin to step towards him - your eyes never leave his, intense vermilion pools that shine beautifully, daring you to become lost in that jewel-toned gaze.

Wrapping you tightly in his embrace as you reach him, his lips find yours - kissing softly at first, letting himself feel you; until he cups your cheek with a hand, thumb caressing your skin as he presses his lips harder to yours. Your eyelids flutter, his wings doing the same - overwhelmed with love, and the tiny embers of lust that begin flaring to life as Lucifer breaks the kiss to slip your shirt over your head, and you shiver, though not from cold.

“I love you, my darling,” Lucifer whispers into your skin, pressing soft kisses into the curve of your neck.

“I love you too, Lucifer,” you breathe in response, closing your eyes and letting your hands roam the broad, muscled expanse of his smooth back, fingers resting just above where his wings meet the skin.

“When I gaze upon your face, all the unrest in this realm, and the others, falls away. Your eyes reflect my soul, and yours, the other half of mine. It shines so brightly, like the light of a thousand suns, despite the eternal darkness. You chase out the wickedness I hold within, the sorrow that becomes my very being, and replace it with a light that can never be snuffed out so long as I hold you in my arms. That is exactly what you are - my light in the dark, my home, my everything.”

Lucifer crashes his lips against yours once more, cradling you tightly in his arms, pouring every ounce of his devotion into the kiss. Your mouth opens, ever so slightly, inviting his to as well; a series of open-mouthed kisses, drawing out small breathy moans that escape into him. A few moments later, he pulls away, pressing the diamond in his forehead to yours, gently.

“Before you open all your presents, love, there’s one I’d like to give you first,” Lucifer purrs.

The demon steps back before sinking to his knees slowly before you, pressing wet kisses that trail along your torso, stopping just before he reaches your hips. He hooks his fingers beneath the waistband of your sleep shorts, tugging at it a few times to tease, delighting in the goosebumps that prick across your skin as you shiver in anticipation before pulling them off your body, placing more kisses between your hips - moving his lips to find purchase on the soft flesh of your inner thighs, nibbling gently at the sensitive skin.

Low moans escape from your parted lips, squeezing your thighs together, the warmth from the fire behind you rivaling the temperature of your now-feverish skin. Lucifer rises to stand before you with a smirk, his own desire flaring to life within as he licks his lips.

“Turn around, sweet pet,” he instructs, humming as you comply. “Good girl.”

Lucifer lets the silken ribbon in his hand unfurl, using his free hand to bring your wrists together behind your back. Wrapping them in the ribbon, your arms bound together, he steps back to admire his work, growing hard between his legs as the wetness begins to drip down between yours.

“Beautiful,” Lucifer breathes, sweeping his gaze over your nude form, slightly shadowed by the firelight. “Oh, darling, perhaps this is just as much a present to you as it is to me... but I don’t think I can wait any longer to open my pretty gift.”

Pulling you in for a searing kiss, he gently lowers both your bodies to the soft plush carpeted floor, laying you down gently on your back. He places his hands on your knees, spreading your legs apart, his now-hard length twitching at the sight of your wet heat shining in the light of the fire.

“So perfect, so wet and ready for me,” he breathes.

Sliding into you, his head tips back as he lets out a groan, reveling in the sensation. He rolls his hips, softly yet firmly, leaning forward to graze his lips against yours - eliciting small, gasping and breathy moans as you writhe beneath him in pleasure. Lifting your legs to allow him to get deeper, he rests them on his shoulders as he continues to make love to you, your bodies warm, bare chest flush to bare chest against the warm flames.

“I love you, my light. Merry Christmas.”

[bwingus]

Striker helps asher get home.

(This was an rp between me and @nightmares-and-preys . They also made the cover art. Check them out :3)

(Also, just a warning. Striker acts way different than he does in helluva boss. Hes nicer, and says things that contradict the cannon. Keep this in mind while reading this)

Just another day.. iiis what you'd think before the worst possible scenario happens to ya.

A teen was walking into their home as some of their siblings grabbed and dragged them off into their mini library.

"Guys, what the hell!?"

"Shush, You need to help us! We need you to read this spell for us" The sister said.

It made them confused but they nodded. "Alright..? What is it-"

"It's just a shrinking spell, We want to see if it actually works on this apple here."

"Uh- okay.." They stared at their siblings before starting the spell. It was going well until the brother knocked into them.

It made them mess up the words. "Eh!? D-damnit, Brot- w- WHATS GOING O-"

They had immediately vanished before their siblings eyes.

Next thing they knew, They felt a scorching hot pain.

The teen shakenly stood as they looked around. A horrific, desert like hellscape in front of them.

"What the hell..? Is- I-iiyy- Why is everything so big-" They winced before covering the bright red light from their eyes. "W-where am I!?- what's that loud noise-" They froze before looking back at the flaming horse that was approaching quickly. "O-oh hell!!" They jolted before fleeing from the horse's path. Catching a glimpse of it's horned rider.

"I-im in hell..!?"

Striker had been riding his horse, bombproof, when he smelt something extremely interesting. He smelt a human. "Now how in satan's name did a human get into hell?" He thought. He looked around, but didnt notice anything. That was until he saw something small, and human shaped run across the ground, and hide behind a can. So the human was small. Extremely small. He smelt the rank smell of magic aswell as the humans scent. They must have been teleported here, and accidentally shrunk themself in the process, or the other way around. He hoped off of bombproof, and then took a few careful steps towards the can. He didn't want to scare the human away. He was rather hungry, and this could be his next meal. Once he was about 2 feet away, the small human peeked out form behind the can. He could see the fear in their eyes. But somehting was different. This human looked young. Like, in their teens young. Now, if theres one rule striker had, it was that he didnt hurt kids, and he counted teens as kids. So right then and there he decided that he was gonna help this kid. He took one more step, and then decided to talk to her. "Hey, kid. Could you come out from behind that can? I want to help you, but I'll need you to come out form behind there." He said in the nicest way possible. "H-how do I know I can trust you?" She said, peeking out from behind the can. "Well, I'm the only person around for miles, and haven't tried to kill you yet. That's pretty trustworthy when it comes to hell." He told her, hoping that would convince her. "O-ok." She says as she walks out from behind the can. "Just stay there hun. I'll come over there and pick ya up." He said as he walked over, and gently picked her up. Once he had her at chest level he set her in his flat palm. "So, how did you even get here in the first place?" He asked her. "Well, my siblings wanted me to test a shrinking spell on an apple, and one of my brothers bumped me and made me mess up the spell. I guess it caused a shrinking and teleportation spell." She said sadly. "Oh I'm so sorry hun. I know a way to get ya home. Itll just take me a bit to get there. So, I need somewhere safe to transport you..." he said as he checked for anywhere he could hide her. If he hid her in a pocket, other demons would catch her scent. There is one other place he knew he could hide her, but he knew she would absolutely freak out if he put her into there. "Hey kid, do you trust me?" He asked hesitantly. "S-sure I guess. Why do you ask?" She asked, slightly frightened. "Becuase, I'm about to do something that will break your trust..." he says as he shoves her in his mouth. He wanted to get this over with as quickly as possible. He licked her around with his snake like tounge. He could feel her struggling, and could hear her begging to be let out, which made him feel like shit. Once she was slippery enough, he flicked his head back, and swallowed all of her in one gulp. She continued to squirm and shout even while going down his throat. The squirming actually hurt his throat. He felt her pass his collarbone, and then plop into his stomach. He felt her bang in the walls, and then heard her scream. "Please let me out of here! I dont wanna be in a demons stomach all day! It stinks in here!". That was unexpected. He thought she was gonna be scared of being digested. But it seems she just doesnt wanna be in his stomach becuase it stinks, and she just doesnt wanna be in there. Interesting. "I'm sorry kid, but that's the safest place you can be. If I had you in a pocket, another demon would have smelt your scent, and taken you. I'd rather not have that happen." He said as he rubbed the bulge she made in his belly. "Also, whats your name kid?" He asked her. "You can call me ash. What's your name?" She said. "The names striker." He answered. He then felt an extremely odd feeling. He could feel her rubbing his belly from the inside. He blushed and then started to purr. "A-alright kid. I best be getting ya home." He said as he hopped back on bombproof, and made his journey to I.M.P.

Time skip to when striker gets to IMP

Striker stopped bombproof in the parking lot, and then stepped up to the front door of the building. "Well, this isn't gonna end well..." striker said nervously. "What's wrong striker?" She asked. "Well, the guy who can help get you home, well, me and him have some bad blood." He said with a sigh. "W-well, what did you do?" She asked, slightly scared. "Well, I tried to kill his boyfriend, and tried to kill his employees." He said nervously, as he hoped that wouldnt scare her. "O-oh. Alright. Well, why did you do that?" She asked. "Well, I was hired to kill his boyfriend, and his employees got in the way. I'm tryin to make amends though." He said as he walked into the building, and made his way up to blitz's office. He peeked inside, and saw blitz sleeping at his desk. He opened the door, and walked up to the desk. He didnt know how to use the magic book, so he would have to wake blitz up. He shook blitz's shoulder, trying to wake him up. It seems it worked, as blitz slowly opened his eyes, and said. "Oh hey striker... wait STRIKER!?! WHAT in the FUCK are you doing here!?" He yelled as he pointed a pistol right at strikers stomach. "I wouldnt do that if I were you blitz." Striker said with a menacing snarl. "I got a human kid in there, and I'm tryin to get them back to earth. And i need your help to do it." Blitz lowered his gun. "Wow striker, I didnt think you would stoop low enough to eat kids. But I'm guessing your asking me to use the grimoire to teleport the kid back?" He said as he went and grabbed the grimoire, and started flipping through the pages, looking for the spell. "Mhm. That's exactly why I came here. I would have used the book myself, but I dont know how to." He said as he scratched the back of his head. "Well, I'll be in the meeting room, getting the spell ready. You should probably spit her out." Blitz said as he walked towards the door. "Before you go blitz, you should get a growth spell ready too. Shes currently tiny." Striker said as he started to cough, trying to spit her up. "Sure thing." Blitz said as he walked out the room. Striker eventually spits her into his hand, and miraculously she was sleeping. He carrys her into the meeting room, where blitz is standing on the table holding the book, which was currently glowing. "I got those spells ready. Can you give her to me?" Striker hands blitz ash, and then sits in one of the chairs. "Also, just so you know striker, I'm only doing this for the girl. Once shes back home, I won't hesitate to kill you." Blitz said as he activated the growth spell. "I know that blitz. I'll be leaving once shes home anyway. Now, let me wake her up" he walked over and shook ash awake. "Mornin sleepyhead. Your bout to go home. Blitz, get the portal ready for her." Blitz opens the portal, and it leads to ash's house. "Welp. It's your time to leave kid." Blitz says. "Hold on now. I need to say goodbye." I hop on the table, and give ash a big bear hug. "I'll see ya later kid." Ash gets up, and then walks towards the portal. Before she walks through it, she waves to striker and blitz. "Bye you two!" And then she walks through, and then portal closes behind her. Striker walks towards the door, as he remembers what blitz said to him. "Welp. I guess I best be leaving." He whistles, and bombproof bursts through the window. He hops on bombproof, and then smashes through the door, rinding off back to the wrath ring. "Oh come the fuck on!!!! I just had all this fixed!!!" Blitz yells out.

The end.

[kurtty-drabbles]

The mysterious death of Charles Xavier

@dannybagpipesarecalling @kurttyfamily @tieflingteeth @muninandhugin​

The pallet of colors present in the main office is white, red, and green, all thanks to Emma Frost, Madelyne Pryor, and Sebastian Shaw.

The main office is filled with letters, admissions letters to be exact, to be examined by the 3 adults present in this deluxe ambient. Sebastian Shaw is reading the letter of the Braddocks - the paper has the brazen of the family and Shaw is paying more attention for practical reasons only- ignoring the other pile.

Sebastian Shaw needs no introduction as the man dressed like someone from the Victorian era, which is unpractical, as they´re in the 21 century.

“The Braddocks are asking about our summer program, a collaboration can be profitable for us,” the voice carries not-so-subtle greed and the two ladies present in the room ignored his words.

“Anyhow, we have to select the next class for the school, we need genius and mutant, accepting Inhumas was a mistake,” Maddy counter clinical even if her eyes hold some pity, “at least in the RP department, Medusa was a hell of a show for us to deal and this really affected our reputation,”

Madelyne Pryor has long red hair, green eyes and is a stunning woman, however, she’s holding a letter with the symbol of the royal family. “They took all the Inhumas kids from us and ...we look like fools, I don´t like that at all,” Madeline frowns as the letter is burned.

Sebastian pipes in. “Your sister could have helped us” it was poor advice to give as Madeline sent a death glare in response, the man may be greedy but he’s smart enough to keep his mouth shut.

Emma Frost is laughing, for once, it wasn´t thanks to Shaw's callous decision or Maddy´s sister complex. “Oh My God!” she barks laughter again as she hands the letter to Maddy.

Madeline takes the letter and reads it out loud. “Dear council of Hellfire school, my name is Katherine Anne Pryde, I´m not a genius nor I know much about genetic-I think you guys have tons of future evil scientists- but I´m a fan of mysterious...I´m a witch- a real one, I promise- and I want to investigate the mystery of Charles Xavier´s death, can I please study in your school?”

Maddy cracks a smile but is unsure why Emma found that so hilarious.

“You, this is perfect, let’s enroll her in this school!” Emma suggested and Shaw wanted to argue but Emma is quick on her point. “Aside from her being hilarious,” there´s a derisive tone present. “It will also help us take the antis out of our back, people seem to think we support eugenics and if we have a true dumbass running around...our school is safe, for now,” Emma concluded.

The woman adjusted her white dress suit-never once ashamed of her coverage- and reads as she looks at the picture of Kitty Pryde. “She looks so much like a goofy,” controlling her laughter the woman has a sly smile now. “Which means, she’s perfect, we can use her,”

Madelyne Pryor raises one good point. “Emma, our school is for genius for a very good reason, you think if we let a person, with normal intelligence, hanging out here...it won´t cause us problems? Do you think she can understand our classes?”

Emma shakes her head. “Of course not, but, again, she wants to investigate one of the most mysterious deaths of Charles Xavier, let her try, once she fails...she can put this on her resume later and hey, our good name may open some door for her or not, either way, no one loses here,” Emma promised.

Shaw raises another good point. “The tuition is expensive for a reason, you think this girl can afford it? Plus, our scholarships are for real genius, real talents like Amadeus Cho or Kurt Waggoner, wouldn´t that mean...we´re robbing some child’s chance just so you can bully a teen?”

Maddy is looking at him in total surprise. “Wow, that’s a very ...kind thoughtful of you, Sebastian!”

Sebastian just shrugs. “The student of today can be a client of tomorrow”

Maddy sighs in defeat. “Here we go, that’s the real Sebastian!”

Emma waves dismissively at them. “we still can afford the real students, this one...this one will be a short joke, I promise you,”

In the end, no one has any objection.

Kitty Pryde should be in school, but, ever since the incident-something no one likes to comment on- she and all the other students have free time. Well, some have tutors and others were transferred to another school.

Kitty is with her red jacket as she’s coming back to her home, no school may be normal, but no one can stay stuck at home 24/7 as she returns-sauntering and even jumping over the white fence- she noticed a letter on the mailbox.

“Hey, the mail deliverer arrived at last,” she noticed the number of letters. Bills and some invitation, until, “Oh my God...The Hellfire School reply to me” the girl has a big grin on her face.

She went inside to open the letter. Didn’t even hear her mother saying something about soup, as she is now in her room filled with magic and mystery books till the eyes can see.

Kitty delicately puts the letter on the bed and takes a deep sigh. Her fingers grow a soft blue light.

“OK, OK, Letter open it,” the letter opens by itself gently. Kitty is reading one time, two times, three times and finally, she screams of joy.

This makes Terry prompts to her room with a broom in her hands. “What? Is another demon?” and sighs in relief as is just Kitty with a floating letter. “What happened?”

“Mom, guess what? I´m accepted to Hellfire School...I CAN SOLVE ANOTHER MYSTERY,”

Terry can only say one thing. “Could be this time the mystery won´t be related to a demon?”

“It’s Charles Xavier´s murder!”

“Silly Terry, silly me!”

[rpmemesbyarat]

RP meme from Scream Queens Ep 5 "Pumpkin Patch" (Note: Offensive content, use at own discretion)

The theme was "Let Them Eat Cake," so my dad bought me this foreclosed McMansion down the street, and, like, 500 of my closest friends came dressed in 18th century attire, and, oh, the pool was filled with this, like, caviar slurry. And then at midnight, we just burnt the house down. When the firefighters came, they were actually strippers, and they put out the fire with champagne.

So walk me through this, honey.

Well, as you can see, every pumpkin in the patch is artisanal.

Then we move past the ice sculptures of demonic peeing cherubs, and yes, they will all be peeing vodka and Red Bull.

I'm sorry. Corn maze?

It's just that doing an exact replica maze from The Shining would have taken us way over budget on man power alone.

I told you money was no object.

Well, apparently, one of them died or something.

Do you have any idea what's at stake here?

Okay, well, it's not my fault that some guy died in the '70s.

I am tired of your sad-sack, I'm-a-total-downer-all-the-time schtick.

I'm over it!

Oh, my God, why are you so depressed?

Why do I have to be the homely one?

Just a second, nutbag.

God, do I have to spell it out for you?

You're a weird, psycho lunatic who's gonna end up in an asylum somewhere, staring at a wall, trying to nurse a watering can.

That's it! I can't take this anymore!

That is such a Mary Todd Lincoln thing to say.

You scream "I'm done with you" kind of a lot, and yet you're still standing here.

I think you know you have a good thing going.

You get to bask in my starlight as I do all the work and you get to grumble behind my back about how disrespected you are.

There's the door.

There's the door, bitch!

You did not deserve to be spoken to like that. Ever.

That is bollocks!

Clearly this fake kidnapping is a play to get the sympathy vote. So Gone Girl.

This is the biggest candle night of the year!

I hate you right now!

Halloween is the greatest night of the year. Greatest night. Because on this night, even kind of shy, kind of homely girls dress up like total sluts. I mean, every costume is just a slutty version of something. Slutty teacher, slutty nurse, slutty nun. I saw a girl last year dressed as slutty al-Qaeda!

See, Halloween it's a night for dudes with killer bods to walk around with our shirts off. And it's totally appropriate, as long as we call ourselves gladiators, Chippendales.

I have no idea how you got into this college.

Look, we'll just hang out and play charades!

This cannot be happening!

Hey, what about Black Hairy Tongue Disease? I mean, does nobody here care about Black Hairy Tongue?

What about my pumpkin patch?

I blame you for this.

[NAME], nice boobs.

Join me in saying you are not afraid!

Just baking some cookies for the neighborhood trick-or-treaters.

Uh, they're toenail cookies.

Pink fur coats worn in all weather, my idea. Flapper dresses made out of feathers, also my idea. Oversized sunglasses worn everywhere, my idea, my idea, my idea!

So why are you baking toenail cookies and giving them to children?

Okay, whose side are you on?

I'm gonna let you in on a little secret. I'm what you call

a "switch-hitter."

Wait, are you bisexual? Because that's what "switch-hitter" means.

Do you mean "double agent"?

What are you writing?

Do you know how big Halloween is in the candle community?

Is this an ant farm?

There's a mom ant, Deborah, who mostly just lies around and she has about 100 husband ants, who come around and give it to her good, which she really enjoys. And then there's about a million sterile daughter ants who feed her and are her slaves. So, an ideal family.

She'd win. And then I'd beg to be her second-in-command, while quietly pull the strings behind the scenes like Dick Cheney.

This plan involves a lot of circuitous logic.

Oh, my God! Those are, like, $100 each!

They're the highest quality candles that can be purchased retail.

What a brilliant and revolutionary idea.

Are you cheating?

This is a clear violation of the honor code.

You must be new here.

Who are you calling?

I'm gonna get you fired.

At least you wore something nice today.

Remember to smile for your mug shot.

I'm burping uncontrollably like Robert Durst.

They'll know I'm guilty!

I'm next in line and in charge here.

You can sum up my viewpoint on this with one word; indifference.

We are her only hope.

Sometimes, in order for a person to achieve their full potential, they have to do things on their own.

I am in charge here!

I love that you're a man.

This is the most sensual song ever written.

We need to do this right now!

I just saw her boobs.

Oh, a salad date is, it's like, it's more casual than dinner, but more formal than coffee.

Whose pants are these?

You know, you're a human being with feelings and needs, right?

Enough about me and my confusion and sad dead feeling inside.

It just really hurt my feelings.

Anyway, I'm pretty sure my so-called friends are the ones that turned me in so I'm just feeling, like, super alone right now.

Man, I am your biggest Instagram fan!

I just think you are a style genius.

I will never be able to repay you for the kindness you've shown me in here.

Besties for life, I say.

Your bail's been posted.

I knew you'd bail me out.

Can I just say what a relief it is to be able to share it with somebody and not feel judged?

You know, I mean, all my girlfriends are like, "That's immoral." "You should be ashamed of yourself!"

Ashamed? What the hell you got to be ashamed for?

You should be proud.

I could've lost my job.

I mean, it lasted, like, 45 seconds, and the whole time, it just felt like I was getting stabbed in the abdomen.

I tied him up and I kept my uniform on and proceeded

to read him his rights. My favorite being "You got the right to remain sexy."

Give me some!

You know he's sexy!

That was one of the best nights of my life.

Well, I've already contacted the police department, despite the fact that a person can't be considered "missing" until at least 72 hours has passed.

That's morbid.

I've already hired an investigator.

What, are you two a couple now?

What the hell are you doing?

You sold me down the river, bitch.

Wait, Gary Coleman's parents stole his kidneys?

I would never say that, because I'm pretty sure that never even happened.

Why does ratting me out sound like exactly something you would do?

You know, I've never thought of myself as a killer, but I am seriously considering ramming this pick into the back of your eye socket.

Maybe you'll get your head sawed off.

You have cameras in my room?

I have eyes everywhere, bitch.

The name of my future perfume is Revenge.

How is that something you just happen to know?

That is stupidest thing I've ever heard.

What's the password?

I just can't eat any more of these.

This ain't The Marriage Ref! This ain't Judge Joe Brown! We ain't on the Maury Show! We ain't standin' in line trying to get tickets to Dr. Phil! I am not Steve Harvey, people, and this ain't the Family Feud!

I'm tryin' to catch a killer.

Help me get the spy gear in the car!

How can you promise?

We're in a maze, you don't know where you're going!

I always knew it would come to this.

Why are we doing this right now?

I forgot the flashlights!

What am I supposed to do with this?

This is so creepy.

It smell like booty in here.

I'm getting a nervous feeling in my stomach.

I might start farting. If I cut some, you promise not to tell anyone?

Oh, my boob!

Stay where you are! I'll come and get you!

Ooh, this is nice.

It's really beautiful.

It looks like you just crossed some stuff out and wrote that in in marker.

Okay, can we talk about that for a second? Because it just happened a few hours ago, and I'm still really traumatized.

I need some cheering up right now.

Excuse me, darling, I'm exhausted.

Wait, we need to hear what happened to you.

Just wondering where you find a house with a pit. The market for them would be pretty limited.

Did you escape, or did you kill him?

I've always had a thing for bad boys.

That got way out of hand.

[thedesignatedvillainesses]

thedesignatedvillainesses

An Independent, Low-Activity and Selective RP sideblog featuring multiple villainesses from multiple fandoms! 

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[deanxfuckingadorablexwinchester]

Love in the time of Lockdown

Entry for @sdavid09 Tale tellers 2020 bingo

Moodboard-- Dean Winchester x Emily Matthews (oc) @girl-next-door-rps / Dean Winchester x reader

"Honestly, this woman is the reason I am same till now or I would gone crazy alone in the bunker with Sammy. I mean there is only so much of your brother you can take before he starts getting on your nerves. Also, there is only so long you can hide your feelings when you are locked down with someone.

Having this much time in hand at first seemed fun with the Netflix and cuddling and sex and lazy mornings! after a point though, I just wanted to go outside. I knew I was pushing her away but she still stuck around. She surprised me with a hike with yoda which is usually something Sam enjoys but for the first time in weeks I felt I could breathe. We are still in our honeymoon phase so hopefully she won't come to her senses. Let's make sure that never happens or she will definitely leave cause everyone knows she can do better.

She has grounded me in a way I can't even begin to explain. This situation is so out of hand. I kill stuff that kills people but I can't do that with this. I still say we should investigate and it's some sort of demon activity but both my brother and my girlfriend have shut me down on that. Apparently, I have a death wish according to them.

I have slowly managed to get back into the routine of it though. Made sure to show her just how much I appreciated her. Breakfast in bed, cooking together, sex (obviously) and may have even written a few songs about her.

You think I could have a career as a singer, babe? After we stop hunting? If that happened? "

[shittyelfwriter]

Nightmare

Pairing: Unrequited Castiel x fem!reader, established Dean x reader!sister, Sam x reader!other sister

Word count: 8.3k, one-shot

Summary: Your sisters had made a deal to save Sam and Dean. You had made another deal, with Crowley’s help, to save your sisters. No one had seen it coming when you went missing, but even less had they expected to find you as a shadow of your former self.

Warnings: Usual spn levels of angst, trauma, demon deals, etc.

A/N: Sort of sourced from an old rp I did, and loosely off of Nightmare by Halsey. Another song fic, literally no one is surprised anymore (oof.) I’ve been extremely sick this week as I’ve been working on this, so apologies in advance if it isn’t as coherent as I think? Also apologies since tumbles apparently took away the line break feature and I’ve yet to find a way to fix that. I’ve made an attempt at line breaking in the meantime, we’ll see how it goes. 

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You’d just been so desperate.

There hadn’t been a lot of time to think through what you were doing—there never was with this sort of thing, was there? All you knew is that your sisters had sold their souls for those Winchester boys, and now they owed theirs as debt. You weren’t surprised, exactly. It was just like them to sacrifice for the men they loved, and who loved them in return—they had done the same for the girls before, right? It was a stupid mess, but serious.

And with three days left before their time was up, and no other viable options on the table, you knew what you needed to do.

Oddly enough, you weren’t the type to have enemies. Of your sisters, you were the most polite, and quiet. Innocent, if you wanted to put it that way. For all of your connections to Sam and Dean, you weren’t hated in the supernatural world—if anything, monsters knew not to cross you because if anything happened to you, they’d be shooting themselves in the foot. You only believed in hunting when necessary; preferring to help creatures find ways to live without killing humans. Oftentimes you vouched for the odd vampire, or demon, even angel from time to time—which was perhaps why you were so close with Cas.

Well, close was one word for it. Rumors ran amuck that you two were hopelessly in love—but you weren’t in a relationship, by any means, nor romantically involved. You were very close, and yes you were pining after him, but you refused to ruin what the two of you had because you had a crush.

So it was surprising when you’d called Crowley for a reason other than a case. You didn’t exactly trust the King of Hell, but he had taken a shining to your wit and intellect. Perhaps he even had a soft spot for your well intentioned naïveté—or at least, that’s what he’d told you once before.

“Isn’t it more like you to ask Feathers for help with something like this?” The demon had asked you, and you’d looked down at your shoes, clearly distraught.

“We’re a bit past that point, Crowley. Don’t get me wrong,” you added, looking resolute. “I know better than to ask you to pardon my sisters. There’s a balance to this sort of thing, when you’re trading in souls.”

“Then what exactly are you here for?” He’d asked, and seeing your expression his face had fallen. “Oh no. Really?” Seeing tears jump into your eyes, he sighed. Be it far from him to be compassionate, but he really did have a terrible soft spot for you. “Dearest, I can’t let you do that. You know that, don’t you?”

“Please,” you asked, begged if you were honest. “I know it’s one soul for two, but…I mean, from what Cas has told me, I have a high quality soul.”

“He’s not wrong.” That was reassuring, somehow. Crowley circled around you, assessing you. “Of your sisters, you’re the most untainted. The Winchesters have a way of defiling those around them—your being more removed has done you good. You don’t drink, smoke, gamble, fornicate—still a virgin, which is a near miracle. And that’s coming from a demon.” You swallowed uncomfortably, shifting on your feet. Crowley came to stand in front of you again, his hands behind his back. “Sam and Dean had a heavy price on their heads, which transferred to your sisters when they renegotiated the deal. All of that on you would be…brutal, to put it lightly.”

“I know.”

“And you’re willing to take that on?”

“I don’t have any other choice.”

“You could let them do the time, wait for the boys to save them—eventually.”

“Not if I can help it.”

Crowley squinted at you. “You’d really sacrifice yourself for them?”

You let out a sad little laugh, shrugging. “Why not? I’m the only one who doesn’t have someone to live for.”

He seemed concerned by your statement, frowning and taking a step closer. “I know Castiel for one would disagree with that heavily.”

“Castiel is my friend,” you said, your voice breaking on the word. “Nothing more, nothing less. Taylor and Ariel have Sam and Dean in their lives, they deserve to have that. I want them to have that, and I’ll do what I need to to keep them all safe.”

“Your soul for theirs?”

“Yes.”

The King of Hell turned over your answer for a moment, the silence weighing on you considering how he’d turned you down at first. “On second thought, I do have a proposition for you, Y/N,” and you could tell by the look on his face it wasn’t going to be pretty.

In the end, you agreed to Crowley’s terms. “What will you tell Castiel?” He asked, and you knew he was concerned about the angel coming after him for brokering your demise.

“I won’t,” you said, resolutely. “I’m not going to tell any of them. They don’t need to know.”

 “Dean it’s been six weeks. Six weeks, and nothing from Y/N.” Your middle sister, Ariel, stood at the map table in the war room, staring her boyfriend of the past few years down with tears in her eyes. “This isn’t like her, Cas is worried out of his mind even though he won’t admit it—”

“I know!” Dean admitted, running a hand down his face. “I know, and you know that we’ve been doing everything we can to try and find her. Cas has been back on angel radio, Sam and Taylor have been working with Rowena to try and track her, but that didn’t pan out.”

“Rowena said something is tainting Y/N’s energy,” your youngest sister, Taylor offered from her seat next to Sam. “It’s impossible to track her the way she is now, whatever that means.”

“I think we all know what it might mean,” Dean said, and Ariel and Taylor immediately began to protest when they were cut off by a deeper voice in the doorway.

“Y/N can’t be a demon.” Cas looked much worse for wear than usual, more disheveled, with red rimmed eyes that if he weren’t an angel might suggest he’d been crying. But he did seem exhausted through and through, so maybe he actually had been crying. “We’ve been over this before, Dean.”

“Yeah, yeah. Her soul is too pure, to become a demon she’d have to commit a heinous crime and none have come up on our radar that have anything to do with anyone who looks like her.” Dean slumped into a seat, clearly frustrated. “I just don’t know what to do, man. Y/N is incredibly intelligent, and capable—if she doesn’t want to be found, she won’t be.”

“It doesn’t exactly help that Crowley isn’t picking up his phone,” Sam pointed out with a meaningful look.

“You think he’s hiding something?” Ariel asked, and Sam shrugged.

“I’m just saying. Y/N went missing around the time your deals were due, and seeing as you haven’t been collected by hellhounds, and she’s nowhere to be found—”

“Don’t say that.” Cas’ gritted tone garnered everyone’s attention. His hands were in fists, a furious and heartbroken expression on his face. “If she were in danger she would have prayed to me, I know it. She promised me, and Y/N doesn’t break promises.”

“But what if she chose to be in danger?” Sam asked, saying what everyone was thinking but was too afraid to say. “We all know she used to say that if any of us ever did anything too pigheaded, she’d trade herself for us in a heartbeat. We were so down to the wire, trying to find a way to save Ari and Tay that maybe we forgot that she’d promised that.”

Everyone fell into a miserable silence. They all knew it felt like the truth, but none of them liked it. Cas turned around and stormed from the room, up the stairs to the front door.

“Cas?” Dean called, concerned with his attitude but not surprised. He knew how close the two of you were, how much this must be tearing Cas apart. “Where you going, buddy?”

“To keep my promise. To bring Y/N home,” Cas snapped, but there was a catch in his voice that betrayed his emotion. He slammed the bunker door on the way out, and considering how heavy it was it made quite the clatter. Ariel and Taylor both cringed, exchanging glances, and Sam sighed.

“We should keep an eye out for unusual demon activity,” he said, and they all knew what he was saying.

“On it,” Dean replied, already on his way to the computers. If they were facing the truth, then maybe it would be easier to find you.

As much as your family and the Winchesters cared about you, this was perhaps hardest on Castiel.

He’d believed what he’d told them: that if you were in danger, you would have reached out, called, prayed to him, anything. Maybe you withdrew from your siblings, but not from him. He was usually exempt from your moody phases, always an exception to your rules. This time, being shut out had him worried much more than he would have anticipated. And it made him wonder how badly you were in trouble, if you hadn’t prayed to him.

He didn’t want to believe what the others were saying. He didn’t want to even think, let alone believe that you would have sacrificed yourself without coming to him for help first. It was tearing him apart to think you’d been so afraid, that even now you could be suffering the full force of two Winchesters worth of torment—and all because he hadn’t realized you were pulling away until it was too late.

It was driving him frantic, leaving him chasing his own tail trying to find any scrap of information as to where you were. And now that that had failed, he was moving onto the next phase: direct action.

He found demons. He tortured them, trying to get them to talk, to let slip where you were. They seemed afraid of him, but not more than they were of talking. Three died before they gave up something he could work with: the address of an abandoned hotel in Chicago, and the promise that Crowley would try to stop him.

“I hope he does,” Cas growled out, smiting the demon in the chair it was tied in before whirling, picking up his angel blade from the table and heading to Chicago.  He needed someone to take his anger out on, in big swinging punches, and Crowley was seeming more and more like the right face to make a punching bag.

Of course he’d called Sam and Dean and the girls. Of course he’d told them to get the dungeon ready, just in case. Either he was bringing Crowley back, or…he didn’t like to think about the other option. But when he reached the abandoned hotel, saw the penthouse windows lit up from the sidewalk below, he knew he was going to have to prepare himself for the worst case.

Not that it made that any easier.

He was surprised to find the bottom floor unguarded. Finding the elevator out of order, he ascended the staircase of the hotel, his apprehension rising with each floor. As he reached the penthouse, he drew his blade and approached the door—surprised to find it open, cracked ever so slightly.

“Castiel.”

It was like a dream, or some sort of reverie the way your voice carried out from the room. Music to his ears, how clear and unharmed your voice sounded. He felt his vessel’s heart skip a beat, his pulse rising as he pushed the door open with his free hand. Maybe this was all just a misunderstanding. Maybe you were okay, almost dared to let himself hope. Almost.

You stood there, in the middle of the room. It seemed lived in, as if you’d been there for a few days. But your back was to him, and you were examining something in your hands, something he couldn’t see. The energy in the room was all wrong, he couldn’t sense your soul—that bright ball of beautiful flame that he always found himself mesmerized by. No, the air felt static, and heavy—there was a demon nearby, and everything in him was clawing to find an answer that meant it wasn’t you.

“Y/N,” his voice was relieved; he just couldn’t help it. After weeks of searching, he was weary of missing you, of being afraid for your life. Seeing you in front of him unscathed was a mercy he hadn’t thought he’d be afforded.

But then you turned, and your face was all wrong. His angelic eyes were horrified to see your face, not glowing softly with the radiance of your soul, but hollowed out into the thing he’d feared most.

“Took you long enough,” you said, your voice still normal sounding and a little amused. It was like you were mocking him, that he’d thought you’d be alright. “What’s wrong, Cas. Aren’t you happy to see me?” You smiled, and it was earnest, filled with the happiness and love that normally greeted him. But then you blinked, and your eyes went black.

“Y/N, what have you done?” Cas asked, his world shaken. It felt like everything had gone upside down, that nothing made sense. He’d grounded himself with you, and now you were the inverted version of yourself. He didn’t know which way was up.

You could sense his confusion, could see it in his form that you could finally look at unharmed. “They always did say that you were handsome, and I wondered how much was true,” you admitted, casting your blackened gaze along his true form. “It used to make me jealous.” A small smile tugged at the corners of your mouth. “You are altogether beautiful, my darling; there is no flaw in you.”

You quoting verse at him was already twisted enough, but Song of Solomon was a particularly low blow; as if you were mocking his affection, the love you shared but never spoke of.

“Why.” It was a simple question, but it seemed to puzzle you as you came closer, stopping when you were a foot in front of him. He longed to reach out, to pull you close and reassure you everything would be alright, but he knew that wasn’t possible. Not now.

“Why do you think?” You were so calm, so at peace with what you were that it was unsettling. Normally demons were full of anger, venom, spite. But you still seemed like you, if not a bit faded out. Like your personality had been switched from color to black-and-white. “I had no other choice, Castiel. It was either them or me.”

“Why you?” He asked, anger creeping into his tone. His chest rose and fell, barely contained emotion showing itself physically. “Why should you be the one to bear their sins?”

“Why not me?” You asked, tilting your head. You blinked, and your eyes went back to their normal color. It was like nothing was wrong, it was just him and you. “You’ve thrown yourself into danger for us without a second thought many times before, Cas. Why is my doing so worthy of questioning? I did what I needed to do, to protect those I loved.”

“Loved,” Cas clarified, and you smiled sadly, the emotion not reaching your eyes.

“Demons don’t love, do they?”

“Neither do angels,” he countered. “And yet…” His eyes lingered on your face, searching for anything that gave away this was a trick, that you were really you. Your gaze softened, something almost like emotion behind them as you realized the intention behind his trailing off. It made his grace want to reach out to you.

“I’ve missed you, Cas,” you whispered, and he believed you had. He believed that you believed you had. But he knew that like this, you couldn’t properly miss anybody.

“I miss you too,” he replied, unmoving when you set a hand to his cheek. It felt wrong, when you touched him, which was so wrong itself. All he’d wanted for weeks was you to come back, to comfort him. Now that you were, it felt terrible. Your face darkened at both his words and lack of response.

“You should be more grateful,” you said, withdrawing your hand. All sweetness had left you, your tone cold as you took a step back. For the first time, he realized you were holding an angel blade. His relief could have cost him his life, and he wouldn’t have even seen it coming. “I could have been dead, or worse.”

“Isn’t this worse?” He demanded, irritation creeping into his voice. You could see it, the anger rising behind his eyes, the celestial in him spurred to action by your behavior. You saw his wings flutter angrily, but there was a conflict in them—like he knew he was angry, but they had a mind of their own and still wanted to embrace you. You couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight.

“Oh, Cas,” you singsonged, holding your blade behind your back with both hands and swaying from side to side. You were grinning again in spite of yourself, far from aware of how manic your mood changes were. “Do your wings always reach for me like that? Was I just too blind to see it?” His lips turned downward in frustration, and you knew you’d hit a nerve. You faked a gasp. “Is it possible your true form is more forward with your feelings than your vessel? Fascinating—especially considering how little you give me of yourself.”

“I give you more of myself than I do to anyone else.” Hearing him be so firm was even more arousing than usual, and you felt your own wings aching to come forward, to mingle with his despite the contrast of their essence. “I stay with you while you sleep when you ask for it, my arms wrapped around you, keeping you safe. I protect you on every hunt, at every opportunity. I put your safety above my own in all things, and I always answer your call, whether it be in prayer or over the phone.”

“Which I’m assuming is why you’re so offended I didn’t call,” you finished, noting how wound up he was. You rolled your eyes, sighing and abandoning your stare down to return to packing a bag at the end of your bed. “I didn’t need you to save me, Castiel. Not this time. I needed you to let me go.” You looked over at him, sadly. “I still do. There’s nothing for you to save here anymore, angel. And I’m sorry it had to end this way—really I am. But this is the end of the line for us.”

“No. No, I refuse to believe that,” He argued, raising his voice. “The Y/N I know wouldn’t give up so easily. She wouldn’t just surrender to becoming”— he looked you up and down—“this.”

“A demon,” you pointed out, seeing his expression sour at the words. “You can’t face it, can you? That this is what I am now?”

“I won’t,” he growled, staring at you, rage behind his blue eyes. “I won’t accept it, because I’m going to make it right. And once I’ve done that, Crowley will pay.”

“Crowley only did what I asked,” you said, crossing your arms. “I asked him to intervene, he didn’t have to, but he did. I owe him everything.”

“You don’t owe him anything, Y/N!” Cas said, clearly exasperated. “Look what he’s done to you!”

“Made me stronger,” you said, calmly. “Erased my weakness, given me something to do while serving my time—well. My sisters’ time.”

Cas seemed ready to snap, like he was about to boil over and was afraid he’d take it out on you. “Enough of this,” he said lowly, striding forward. You didn’t attack, allowing him to grab your wrist. “I’m taking you home.”

“I don’t want to go home.” You refused to move, feet planted firmly.

He narrowed his eyes at you, cocking his head. “Do I look like I’m asking?” He said, all sass, and you hated that desire pooled in your stomach from the fiery look he was giving you. Despite that, you forced a firm glare.

“I’m not going back. Not to the bunker, where they’re going to look at me the same way you are right now.”

“We—“ He sighed, rolling his eyes before fixing you with a clear gaze. “We care about you. We want what’s best for you, Y/N, I know you know that deep down.”

“And what’s best for me, Cas?” You asked, arching a brow at him. “To go ‘home’, have you lot try to ‘cure’ me? Go back to being a pathetic little girl, who pines after you like a puppy who’s master only comes home when he needs something from her?” That hurt him, you could see it in his face. “No, fuck that. I’m done being the child of the group. I’m done letting you make a fool of me, like you have all these years.”

“I’ve made a fool of you?” Cas nearly hissed, rounding in on you, so close you were practically nose to nose. His eyes were furious, hurt. “No, little girl, you’ve been making a fool of me all this time. Making a laughing stock of me to my brothers and sisters, who spurned me for my weakness—my weakness for you.” 

“Why should they? It’s not like you’ve ever acted on it.” If you’d had the ability to feel your emotions, you would have been crying. “All this time, Castiel. First Dean and Ariel, then Tay and Sam. Everyone around us finding love, and yet with everything we’ve been through, we stay the same.” You tried to shake his hand away, but he wouldn’t let go. “Was it me? Was I the problem? Because back when I cared, I sure thought I was. Something must have been wrong with me, that you wouldn’t want me despite what we share. But then I realized that maybe you just needed someone who cared no matter what. A little more than a friend, a lot less than a lover.”

“Enough.” He shook you a little, the look in his eyes far more emotional than you would have expected. “I’m not having this conversation with you the way you are right now,” he told you, and you scoffed.

“Please, any other time I’d be too shy to talk about it.”

“Which is incidentally why I don’t bring it up,” Cas said, exasperated.

“So you admit you don’t want to talk about it, right.”

He stopped and stared at you. “And I thought you were impossible when you’re human,” he muttered.

“Surprise, surprise,” you said with a wink, and he sighed. “You gonna let go of my arm yet? Crowley will be back from an errand any minute and I doubt he’d like to see you with your hands on the merchandise.”

“Would you stop talking about yourself like that.” He pressed his lips together, as if he didn’t like what he was about to say. “I know you have an issue with self-loathing to begin with, but this is taking it to an unhealthy place.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “You think this is cause I hate myself? No, Cas. Maybe I finally loved myself enough to get out. To stop pining over you, and grow the fuck up.” Your eyes went black, and you saw his anger boil up again. “This is what I’ve chosen to be, and I don’t owe you, or anyone else, a goddamn thing.”

“Is that your final answer?” He asked, and you reached for your blade with free hand. He clutched your wrist tighter, a warning.

“Yes.” He was clearly dissatisfied, but you could tell he wasn’t about to give up. He was about to say something else when slow clapping sounded behind the both of you. Cas turned, revealing Crowley in the doorway—clearly entertained.

“Bravo, Y/N, you him occupied long enough for me to show. Told you it wouldn’t be hard.” He stepped into the room, Cas already bristling. He was shielding you with his body, you realized, finding that funny—but something deeper within you began to worry. Crowley hadn’t mentioned hurting Cas. Was that what this was about?

“You,” Cas said, nearly a snarl, but Crowley waved him off.

“Oh come on. We’re past that by now, aren’t we? You know as well as I do that we both have a soft spot for Y/N. I did what I was asked, save the holy wrath for someone who actually deserves it.”

“You made her a demon,” Cas pointed out furiously. “I think that warrants a bit of wrath.”

“Yes, and she’s lucky she got the easy out. I had to pull some strings to make that happen—do you have any idea the kind of torture that was lined up for Sam and Dean?”

“I’m taking her with me.”

“You’re really not.”

He really was though, because exactly 17 minutes later he was leaving the room, a bit bloodied and bruised but with Crowley pinned to a chair with your angel blade, and you unconscious, slung over his shoulder. Crowley was shouting after him, promising all sorts of foul repayment for his interference, but at that point Cas didn’t care anymore. He was far more concerned with the apathy you’d found in your new state of being—because that didn’t come naturally to a demon, and it made him think something was wrong with the way you’d been turned.

When you awoke, you were handcuffed and chained in the dungeon of the bunker, a dim overhead light making you squint. The last thing you’d remembered was that you’d had Cas pinned to the ground, your blade at his throat as Crowley had yelled at you to finish him. But it all went blank from there. What had happened?

“It’s not important,” came a familiar voice from the corner, and your stomach churned at the idea that your thoughts had been combed through. You noticed Cas there for the first time, sitting in the semi dark, his forearms resting on his knees with blue eyes fixed curiously on you. “What matters is that you’re home now.”

“You’ve made a big mistake bringing me here,” you threatened, but Cas merely sighed.

“Dean’s already spoken to Crowley. We’ve given him something he wants—an item, not a person,” he clarified, seeing your interest. “While he’s still annoyed about the fight we had, he’s letting it rest for now.”

“How long have I been out?” You asked, tilting your head and groaning. You felt lightheaded, dizzy, out of sorts and you knew it wasn’t from whatever had knocked you out. You looked about the room for what could be the cause of your pain, when your eyes fell on the series of needles on the table. You groaned. “Really, Cas? Blood therapy?”

He didn’t answer, but it didn’t seem to matter when the door opened and Dean, then Sam came in.

“Where are the girls?” You asked, your tone again, too normal. It was like nothing was wrong, like everything had just been a bad dream. Only the cuffs and chains around you were a sign that something was amiss, your eyes flickering to black reminding them all that this was real. That you were the nightmare.

“Somewhere out of your reach, for now,” Sam said, picking up a needle. “Is it time, Cas?” He asked, and Cas nodded. “Good.” He came over to you, and even though you struggled he still managed to get the needle into your neck. It felt like your blood was on fire, and you were freezing all over at the same time. You hissed angrily, thrashing about as much as you could.

“You don’t have to do this,” you said, near begging. But neither Dean nor Sam seemed to be in the listening mood.

“Back in an hour?” Dean said to Cas, and again, Cas nodded. You growled in frustration, kicking your feet.

“Talk to me, dammit!” You demanded, but neither brother paid you any mind as they left the room, closing the door behind them and leaving you alone with the angel again. Your head lolled to the side, and you looked at him. You were bleeding from your nose, eyes their normal color but red rimmed, with your bottom lip split from your fight earlier. “Please,” you begged, near whimpered. “Please, just let me go. I don’t wanna go back to what I was before. I don’t wanna go back to being that miserable.”

Cas’ expression shifted to some kind of emotion for the first time since you’d woken, guilt and sadness marring his features. “Did you really hate it all that much?”

You couldn’t reply, your returning humanity hanging heavy in your throat. He got up, and you felt your pulse quicken as he took slow steps towards you. One, two, three. A finger lifted your chin.

“I don’t understand,” he said, voice low, scanning your face—your true face, which was beginning to faintly shine with the light of your soul again, just barely; like a flickering lightbulb. “How did he turn you? I see no signs on you of a sin large enough, no spot on your soul dark enough to warrant your demonic nature. What did he do to make you this way?”

You blinked, eyes heavy with tears. “I’d rather die then tell you anything,” you said angrily, turning your face away and out of his grasp.

“Maybe you feel that way now. But it will pass.” You hated him in that moment, in his surety that he could bring you back from the place you’d begun to feel was safer than your own home—the dark depths of what you’d become. You tugged at the chains again, trying to escape against the odds. You knew there was no getting out. All of you had kept Crowley in this dungeon before, for weeks at a time. All you had was hours, you weren’t even sure how many; but by the feeling in your head, you assumed you were around halfway finished.

“You might as well relax,” Cas said, grunting as he took a seat again. His blue eyes fixed on you the same way they had before, with patience and wariness. “We’re going to be here a while.”

He was right. It was a good five hours before your treatment was nearly done. The boys had been coming in and out on the hour, dosing you and giving you a scrutinizing look before leaving you with Cas, in silence. Your hatred for their coldness has begun to fade into a lonely sadness every time they ignored you—a sure sign of your humanity returning, which only made you more miserable.

One last syringe remained, and this one Cas had insisted on giving to you himself. He came to stand in front of you, your face layered with a sheen of sweat, your hair clinging to its edges. “Please,” you begged brokenly, and it wasn’t clear if you were begging him to stop, or to give the last dose. He paused, looking into your eyes. He could see the shine of your soul beginning to stabilize, but something beneath was ebbing darkness, the source of your demonic energy. Your core wound. His curiosity got the better of him, and knowing that you wouldn’t tell what had caused you to succumb to your fate, he set a hand on your head—stepping into the memory of it.

Just like now, you were strapped into a chair. He was viewing you from the front, as he had been in the dungeon, but you didn’t see him. Instead, your eyes seemed fixed on something behind him. No, someone.

“This will only work if you believe what you’ve done to be a truly heinous sin,” Crowley explained, holding up a vial of inky liquid in front of him between two fingers. “Think you can do that, love? I know you don’t have much to go off of, but—”

“I know what will work.” You sounded resolute, but Castiel could see your pulse hammering with fear, worry. The look in your eyes spoke of regret, sadness, and pain.

“Right then.” Crowley opened the vial, tipping its contents out into the air. It was like a smoke, slithering towards you, a whisper behind it. It wound and coiled around your body like a snake, grasping at your throat. There was no external noise, but inside your head a voice spoke, discordant and echoey.

“What have you done to be worthy of calling yourself a demon?” It questioned, and your eyes slipped closed, tears slipping down your cheeks.

‘I have desired the undesirable. I have longed to love that which is not made to be loved, but to be venerated. I have wished to belong to that which cannot be understood by my own nature. I have loved an angel, with all my heart, and body, and soul, and in doing so, I have defiled his divinity—tainted his light.’  

The smoke hesitated a moment, then snuck into your mouth and nose, making you writhe in pain. When it stopped, your eyes opened, pitch black, your pained expression empty, vacant.

“Y/N.” Crowley said your name, spurring you to awareness, and you looked up at him with dark, oily eyes. He smiled.

“Welcome home.”

Cas took his hand off your head, finding you gasping for air. He felt similarly breathless himself, taken aback by what he’d seen. All the same, it only redoubled his resolve, and he reached for the last syringe, plunging it into your neck. You let out a blood curdling scream, chains biting your wrists as the antidote burned through you, the last of the demon in you washed away. You fell silent for a moment, stunned and in too much pain to think clearly, before a sob overtook you and your head fell to your chest. The emotions were so very much, after feeling so little.

“Y/N,” Cas breathed out your name like a breath of fresh air, relieved beyond belief to see the last of that ghastly face fade away, replaced in full by your soul. He reached out out of instinct, to caress your face and smooth your hair aside, but you whimpered and pulled away. When you looked up, there was so much fear in your eyes it nearly stopped his vessel’s heart.

“Y/N?” The door to the dungeon flew open, Sam and Dean rushing into the room. “Cas?” Dean demanded, wanting to know if it had ended well.

“She’s okay,” Cas assured him, his eyes not leaving yours. “The cure worked.”

“Thank god,” Sam sighed in relief, and he and Dean both came forward to help you, checking you with salt and holy water before undoing your chains, apologizing profusely all the while.

“We couldn’t take any risks,” Sam explained. “We had to get you back, understand?” You’d nodded weakly, and Dean had pointed out how exhausted you looked. Sam picked you up, carrying you upstairs to where your sisters were waiting to help you recover from your ordeal. As he carried you out of the room, you saw Cas talking with Dean, shame weighing heavily on the angel’s shoulders. He glanced up and your eyes met for a moment, guilt all over his face before you hid yours against Sam’s shoulder.

You didn’t know what to say, what to do, how to act after what Cas had seen in your mind.

It had been four days since you’d been cured. Four days, and you still hadn’t spoken to Cas. 

The others had all thought that the moment you’d had a shower, had a proper meal and maybe a good long cry, the first thing you’d want to do was take comfort in Cas’ presence. It’s what you normally would have done, anyway—maybe even before the crying part, since he usually was your shoulder to lean on.

But you hadn’t. You’d given your sisters an explanation, a half apology for what you’d done but you’d stood your ground that you believed it to have been the right choice. Everyone, Sam and Dean and your sisters all made you promise that you wouldn’t sacrifice yourself like that again; that you’d trust in all of you to find a solution, together. You’d agreed, just because you were too tired to argue anymore. You felt weary all the way down to your soul, just wanting to sleep for the sake of getting away from all your thoughts and emotions. So you did. And when anyone asked you if you’d like them to call Cas, that it wouldn’t be an issue, you’d quietly reply that no, that wasn’t necessary thank you.

“You don’t have to hide from him,” Ariel told you, sitting at the end of your bed. “I know that going through what you did, with him there must have been strange—maybe even embarrassing. But Y/N…you know by now that there’s nothing you can do to shake Cas’ faith in you.”

“He never stopped believing we’d bring you home.” Tay was in the doorway, offering you a smile. “We were all afraid that maybe you were gone for good, but he wouldn’t even consider it.”

“Cas cares about you, Y/N,” Ariel agreed, and you felt your pulse quicken, stomach twisting itself in a knot. “He loves—”

“Do you think I could have some time to myself?” You blurted out, fresh tears in your eyes. Ariel seemed disappointed, exchanging a look with Tay before smiling softly.

“Of course.”

The silence was too heavy, after they left. You rolled onto your side, picking at the blanket, your eyes stinging. The blanket was one Cas had bought you for your birthday; something to make the bunker feel more like home. It was soft, with silk edges, and was a particular shade of blue that usually comforted you. But now, it made you want to break down completely. You got up, swiping angrily at your tears with the back of your hand before tearing the blanket off the bed, folding it hastily. You couldn’t handle any reminder of Cas, not then. The way you felt reminded you of all the times he’d been dead, when you couldn’t handle the idea that he wasn’t coming home to you. You wondered if he’d felt that way. You wondered if he felt anything, at all.

You knew he did, and you knew that the doubt was your despair talking. Because as much as you’d been avoiding Cas, he’d made no effort to come to you either, and you knew why. You felt so, so extremely guilty, broken, that he’d seen your deepest fear, and that it was something that reflected so poorly on him. It wasn’t his fault that you felt like you’d been a weight around his ankle, continuously pulling him back down to earth since you’d met. Your guilt was your own, it had nothing to do with him—but it did make you ashamed, and want to hide yourself away. Which is what you were doing now, you realized, looking down at the blanket in your hands. Hiding yourself away, pushing away any vestiges of his affection. They’d told you your soul had returned, but if that were true, why was there a gaping hole in your chest where your heart should have been?

You sat down on the edge of the bed, clutching the messily folded blanket to your chest. You just didn’t see a way out of this, a way where he could forgive you for viewing your relationship with him in such a negative light. You pressed your mouth and nose into the blanket to stifle your noises as you broke down into sobs, screwing your eyes shut as your shoulder shook. This was too much. All of it was too much, and you wished you could go back to just nothing.

Until you felt a hand on your head, you looked up and found a familiar pair of blue eyes on your face. He was looking at you with such sadness that your breath caught, choking on your sobs. “I-I’m so s-s-sorry,” you cried, and the hesitance about him melted away. He knelt in front of you, pulling your blanket out of your arms and setting it on the bed beside you. He opened his arms, and you wrapped yours around his neck, burying your face against his shoulder. “It’s not like you think, I promise,” you told him, and you felt his hand rest on the back of your head again. “Do you hate me?” You asked, in barely a whisper. It had been your biggest fear from the moment he’d seen inside your mind in the first place.

“No, I don’t hate you. How could you think that?” He asked, breath warm against your ear. You could have sworn he was about to cry as well from how thick his voice was with emotion. “How could you let yourself think that you caused me to fall?”

“I…” you stammered, looking for the right words to convey your contriteness. “I suppose it is a bit arrogant of me, to assume,” you began, but he cut you off, turning his head to look you in the eyes.

“No, Y/N,” he said, and you realized there were tears in his eyes. “How could you let yourself feel that kind of guilt, over me? Over something you didn’t do? My multiple fallings out with Heaven…they came from me trying to redeem my own failings, not from you dragging me down to you.” You should have been embarrassed, sitting there with your arms round his neck, forehead to forehead, nose to nose, much too close for casual conversation; but you weren’t, and this wasn’t. It was for the first time like a wall had been fully brought down between the two of you, all reservations set aside. You weren’t afraid to say how you really felt, not anymore.

“I know that,” you admitted, sniffing softly. “I know that you chose to leave all of that behind, that I shouldn’t take the gravity and free will of that decision away from you. But on the other hand…” You bit your lip, turning the words over in your mind to make sure you had the sentiment right before sharing it, fresh tears pooling in your eyes at the brutal honesty of it all. “There has always been this pull between us, even before we became close in the way we’ve become accustomed to, in the…the friendship we’ve had. Castiel, I…I’ve loved you from the first time we met. And so for me, our friendship has always been convoluted, mixed up with my feelings for you into this guilty, one sided thing where you don’t realize how deeply I feel for you, and meanwhile, I’m burdening you with a love you never asked for. Never chose.”

“Didn’t I choose you?” Castiel replied, bumping your nose with his own, raising your gaze back to his. “Don’t I always come back to you, always you over anywhere else on this earth? Always you, when the choice is mine. In making a place for myself here, rather than in heaven, I have always found it preferable to be at your side.” It was true, when he said it. It made what you’d said to him before, in Chicago, weigh even heavier.

“All this time, Castiel. First Dean and Ariel, then Tay and Sam. Everyone around us finding love, and yet with everything we’ve been through, we stay the same.” You tried to shake his hand away, but he wouldn’t let go. “Was it me? Was I the problem? Because back when I cared, I sure thought I was. Something must have been wrong with me, that you wouldn’t want me despite what we share. But then I realized that maybe you just needed someone who cared no matter what. A little more than a friend, a lot less than a lover.”

You closed your eyes for a moment, trying to push away the thought of what you’d said when you hadn’t cared about the consequences. But you could tell, by the way that his hand came up to hold your face, that he’d heard you anyway. 

“It makes it easier,” you confessed, mortified as you realized a truth you hadn’t even let yourself admit yet. You sighed shakily, eyes fixed on his tie and unable to meet his. “To believe that I’ve been hurting you, by pulling you down. Because if I believe that—if I believe that I’ve trimmed your wings with my love—then it’s easier to understand why you wouldn’t want me. It being my fault is easier to live with than just…not being enough.”

“The only way that’s correct is that the reason you and I haven’t had what your sisters and Sam and Dean do isn’t just because of me,” he said, raising an eyebrow at you. But he was smiling softly, and you could feel your pulse in your fingertips from how hard your heart was beating.

“Oh?” You managed, quietly. Trying not to look at his lips was harder than usual when you were this close and personal.

“It’s also because you’re both incredibly stubborn, and incredibly shy when it comes to romance. I didn’t want to push you too quickly, and for me, the waiting wasn’t a problem. I’ve waited much longer for much less.” You supposed that were plenty true, considering how he experienced time on a cosmic time scale rather than a human one. “But it was never because you weren’t enough, and definitely not because you trapped me.” He tilted his head, trying to catch your gaze. “Why do you feel like your love is such a cage? It’s been my safe place, my succour, but never a confinement.”

“Because angels aren’t meant to be loved, are they?” You said, and you saw the comprehension in his eyes. “Let alone love someone back. I shouldn’t have let myself feel what I did, should I?”

“I thought we’d set aside that kind of thinking after the apocalypse,” he said, and you sighed.

“It was easy to say that I had. Hard to stop, especially when this is new territory and I’m afraid to hope for more. Hoping for more felt selfish.”

“Y/N.” He caught your chin and finally brought your eyes to meet his. It was becoming too much again, too real. Too close to having it all, and you wanted to draw back again, fight your own feelings. But he was looking at you, and this time you felt like you were the center of his world for the look in his eyes. “It’s not entirely true that angels can’t love. It’s more accurate to say that until recently, no angel has ever tried.”

That nearly stopped your heart. “And...some angel did try?” You asked, cautiously, skirting around the real question. Humor crept into his eyes. 

“Yes.”

“And...did they succeed?”

“Almost too well, I’d say,” he replied, sighing and looking up at the ceiling, playing along with your little game just to keep you comfortable. “But of the risks that this particular angel has taken, daring to love is perhaps the one he regrets the least.” He pressed forward, closer into you, and your knees came to rest on either side of him. “You need to hear me say it, don’t you?” He said, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he squinted playfully at you, and you felt tears pricking your eyes again.

“Only if you mean it,” you replied, with a soft smile.

“Don’t you know that I do?” You felt his hands circle your waist. Goodness his hands made you feel tiny sometimes, and you liked it. His breath was warm on your lips, the blue of his eyes so soft and eager just for you. “Every time I’ve stayed, held you all night. Every time I’ve cradled you to me, every time I come when you call. It’s all there, you just didn’t want to hear it yet.” Perfectly sculpted lips pressed gently against yours, a ghosting of affection to lead the words you’d needed for so long. “I love you, Y/N,” he said, words soft against your mouth. “And by now, I know that I always will.”

The last little bit of your reserve melted, fingers tangling in his hair as you pulled him in. “I love you too, Cas,” you reassured him, between breathless kisses. You knew you didn’t need to say it; that he was the one that could read your mind and heart like an open book. But it was all out there now, the rest of it being told in touch, no more unspoken feelings between you, no more wondering ifs to keep you up at night.

When your sisters and Sam and Dean came to find you later, they found you both tangled up in the blue blanket, your face tucked into the crook of Cas’ neck—but the expression on his face in the dim light from the lamp beside him told them everything they needed to know.

You were really yourself again, for the first time in a long while.

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(Open Rp, Nsfw rp) Romance, Autumn, Danny Phantom ultimate enemy Au , And Drama in "Ghost Angel and the Demon Beast"

(Warning: This Can contain Smut and R rated Rp, If your a Minor please Do not reply this open rp, Otherwise It Will be Trouble.. Viewer Disgression is Advised)

Long Time ago in Middleton, Saphira has been waiting for Her Sorry excuse Ex-boyfriends butt in her home after the night of the Prom and also the Public Humiliation where Ron and Kim Kissed Infront of Saphira and Didn't know...Until She hears The Limo Stopped to drop them off.. Saphira gets up and saw Ron and Kim Kissed again..Then She said,

Saphira: Ronald Stoppable!!!!

Ron: *looked at Saph fearfully* S-s-saph! It's not what it looks like

Saphira: oh really thats Good.. It Looks like my So-Called Boyfriend is Kissing My So called "Best friend!" as another Woman!

Kim: Look.. it's Not-

*Saphira Slapped Kim Harder*

Saphira: YOU! SLUT!! You Man Stealing Harlot! I thought you were my Best best but turns out to be the most Disgusting Human Being on the Entire Middleton! *turns to Ron* And YOU! You Man-whored Dog! Not Only You Cheated on me.. I Saw every Video of what you've done to me.. Your a Selfish, greedy, Abusive, and Murderous Boyfriend I have ever met!! You Murdered my Kids So you can Sleep with HER!?

Ron: Saph...Please.. I'm Sorry..

Saphira: Sorry!? SORRY!? Sorry Will not Cut it This time! You've gone too Far! Your a Thief that you and two other girls Stole my Money and my Possessions!

Kim: I gotta..go.. *She left fearfully*

Saphira: *looked at Ron Coldly*.. I Do Not give a Damn of What your Story is..... I Want your Sorry Ass Gone By Morning!.. I'm Kicking you Out.. and Your No Longer Welcomed to my Property! I Showed Every Video of what you've done in the internet..and When i'm through with you... You Lose everything!! Including me.. and my Children!.. So.. Pack your stuff and by Morning I want you gone when I'm Up..

Then next day Ron Was Kicked out..he lefted Empty handed by Saphira...Saphira Knew She had enough..and She's Embarassed enough..But Luckily...Months later, She graduated and Try to Bring her children back with magic but it went Wrong and Made her a Half Ghost..So..Saphira felt upset..until She knew she wanted to start a Fresh life.. So She packed her stuff and Moved out from Middleton to Amity Park..Where all the good People Live happily.. She began to Settled In the Nice and Luxurious Home..Also She became a Neighbor Of the Good and Weird Family Called "The Fentons"..Yep you know it.. Ghost hunting Buisness is their thing.. but As For Saphira, She Does a Sexy Modeling Buisness For a Special "Tokyo Time" Magazine and "Hot Fox" magazine as well...With a Help With her Photographist friend Name Sylvia..Months Came by and Heard about the Explosion of the Nasty Burger.. She gasp and feeling horrible For that 14 year old boy name Danny..Saphira heard that He's living With a Friend of the Fenton Family is None other than "Vlad Masters"..So She began to head to Wisconsin and saw His manor.. but until She pulls over.. She hears the screams as her eyes is widen and said "Holy Mother Of Goddess, What the Hell Is he Screaming about??" until her ghost sense is tingling, The Vlad Masters Manor got explode and destroyed and saw the ghost with a White flame hair and red eyes.. She cannot forget what it is.. But then She immediately Drives off faster back to the Amity park to Escape him..but Little Does She Know that This "Phantom" Is Following her and Mostly had a Special Keen Feelings on her....She went home and close the Door and Lock the windows and all..Try to protect herself.. then..10 years later,,,Her Modeling is a Big Hit and all.. but When she got the Phone call and she hears the Strange Male voice..and he said

????: Hello Saphira, I see your Modeling Buisness went well do you?

Saphira: Who is this?

????: You May not know me.. But I Know you "very" well, Your More Beautiful Since the day I saw you riding off with your Camaro of yours~

Saphira: Ookay your making me Uncomfortable...Who Is this right now!?

????: You'll see me Soon Enough, Saphira~

When the Phone Hung up as she gulps in fear, Not Knowing Who was this Stranger and what Did he want from her.. Until that Fatal day, Saphira hears the Ghostly wail as she screams.. the Glass is Shattering..She gasp and began to run down to her camaro and Drives out from this town But until the Earth Shaken and saw the Dark red eyes figure as she gasp.. She reconized him..She never forget his red eyes and white Flamed hair.. And it was none other Than "Dan Phantom"..Her body is Shaken as she Floorid and began to drive away from him..but then She sees the woods as she began to Drive there and then after She sees the Safe Big Cabin Lodge.. She park her car in the garage and Activate the ghost Shield.. and Then She sees Dan Phantom flown and made a Huge landed..then He saw her and made a sinister grinned and Said....

[detroitbydark]

Ok so I’m in my feels and getting in on thirsty Tuesday action because @aossi does this to me.

First time ever posting a RP fic/blurb so be gentle, yeah? (Also I was instructed to tag @hazssouthernbelle so... yeah, hey! Hope you like!)

(TW: domination, mild degradation/name calling. Dom/sub tones)

Prompt: “We’re all searching for someone who’s demons play well with ours.”

“You act like you’re so much better than this. Like you don’t like this.” Harrison all but spits the words out through a cruel smile while you kneel in front of him, your clothes have long since been discarded and your hands bound tightly behind your back.

You shake your head, eyes wide but body trembling with need.

“Haz…”

He clamps his hand over your mouth, cutting off whatever you might want to say. Ever since you’d told him you fancied the idea of being dominated, subjugated he’d been withdrawn.

Until you’d come home tonight.

He’d met you at the door with a cruel smile and words that had both turned your stomach and made your body ache for more.

“Nothing more than a pretty little slut for me to fuck, yeah?” He asks but you know he doesn’t want an answer. Your ass is already stinging and red from when you’d spoken out of turn earlier.

“Now that’s a good girl. Learning to keep that pretty little trap shut. Don’t want to hear you talk, Princess.”

Harrison’s hand runs down from your mouth, cupping your jaw as his thumb presses past your lips. “Suck on it, pretty girl and maybe I’ll use it to make you cum later.”

Your eyes flutter shut as your tongue circles the digit, your cheeks hollowing as if you were taking another, more prominent part of his anatomy.

“That’s my good little girl.” He hums fisting his free hand in your hair. The feeling straddles the border between pleasure and pain and you whimper out as it slides from one side of the fence to another. He pulls his thumb from your mouth without warning and your mouth chases after it only to snap back as he uses your hair like a leash to hold you back. You whine lowly and he chuckles at the sight. “Needy little slut for me.” His filthy praise has you pressing your thighs together, searching for relief. He must notice because in the next moment you’re being pulled up.

“You don’t think I can see what your doing.” His free hand goes to your throat, long calloused finger circling your neck and pressing until your vision begins to blur delightfully.

You can feel his lips ticking against your ear, his body presses unbearably close as your cunt grasps at something that’s not there.

“Remember the safe word?” His voice is devastatingly tender and gentle.

You nod softly.

The tenderness is gone in a flash as he throws you over his shoulder, carrying you through his flat, like you weigh nothing. His hand comes down sharply across the already tender flesh of your abused ass.

“Good” he chuckles.

[murderclubhq]

PLOT DROP 15 // WET HOT NORMAL SUMMER

With another vanquishing in the books for the Murder Club and Co., the teens had forgotten to check their calendars (and perhaps study for finals). It wasn’t until the group, tired and still drained from what the demon had put them all through, walked into school the next week to see kids emptying their lockers into plastic trash cans put out by the custodians that it hit them—Summer was here.

Harvey was the most thrilled for the last bell for ring since that meant freedom from secondary school forever as well as freedom from Mystery Inc. At least, he thought that until Charlie Matthews handed the boy his graduation gift at the station—a rather nice watch along with the soul crushing extension of his assignment.

“If Violet is going to run around with those friends of hers freely all day then I need you more than ever to keep an eye on her.” 

He was going to need some child leashes.

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No doubt that both sides were annoyed at the sheriff’s orders, but somehow someone convinced the group to show up to graduation and sit in the blistering southern sun to watch Harvey accept his diploma. They may not all be getting friendship bracelets, but the junior deputy was there when the demon was defeated so the least they could do was be there to clap for the guy. They were noisy and squirmed in their seats the entire time (it was a lot like Kaz’s baseball games, but no hotdogs), but they certainly did what they came there to do and that was cheer for their biggest annoyance when he walked across the football field in cap and gown.

After the ceremony, the group insisted on going to their usual stomping grounds for milkshakes and taking Harvey along with them. He tried to refuse, but half the group wanted to bring him to celebrate his big day/be kind while the other half had motives of acquiring a possible discount for the group if Harvey showed up in his graduation gear. It wasn’t clear if he actually agreed or not, but everyone dragged him to the streets chanting “Milkshakes! Milkshakes!” on the walk.

It was actually nice. They had all been so wrapped up in death and trauma and secrets that they were slowly forgetting that they were just teenagers. Strolling down the streets with your peers on a clear and happy day while making jokes about how May Bird tripped on her gown while walking away from the podium was almost therapeutic. For a split second, they were all just high schoolers again.

When Marie’s was finally in sight, the challenge of a race was thrown out before most of the group was sprinting towards the diner and leaving their laughter in the dust behind them. As multiple hands slapped the glass door finish line, an argument broke out on who had gotten there first. While half the group fought over the winner and the other half tried to defuse the situation so they could go in and order already, Violet turned her attention to the trucks and people moving about the large stretch of lawn across the street.

The mayor was out and about instructing workers on where to put stands or set up metal fencing. It was difficult to hear what was going on, but when Violet saw the familiar tall clown mouth door being unloaded from a truck followed by a gaggle of mirrors, she knew exactly what it was.

“Hey, guys.”

The group stopped bickering and turned their attention to the Matthews girl. “I think the carnival is in town.”

OOC //

Direct Interact To Post?: No  Tags: N/A​ Other Parts: N/A Admin Notes: Summer is here and so is the carnival! The coast has been clear of specter’s for about 2 weeks at this point (there’s a time skip), so the group feels safer than they have before. To make up for the other event not being wrapped up yet, we’re just going to go with the logic that everyone just wants to have a good time for once and want to focus on summer instead of all the shitty things that happened with the last demon.  This also counts as an event of sorts, so they group can go to the carnival (which ends, in game, after the Fourth of July). The carnival has the usual works: rides, food, fun houses, carnie shows, games, and all that good stuff.  For the next week, we’re going to encourage doing memes to just have some fun! These can involve starter memes, send x for y memes, or just AU memes. Just make sure if you're sending them as well as reblogging them! We’ll post some in the discord to give people ideas, but feel free to post any from whatever RP blog you want. While this is going on, feel free to make threads about summer, the carnival, etc. while also doing your other threads from the truth or dare demon. Just tag those with “past thread” or something along those lines just so people don’t get confused on what’s going on during what time line. We know this might be a bit confusing, so feel free to keep reaching out if there’s still questions. We know there’s still some stuff left up in the air so it’s hard to proceed, but we’re chill with if someone from the past demon gets brought up in this new story point, but we know it’s gunna change. Basically, we’re just vibin’ so don’t sweat.

[aliypop]

Eye’s Without A Face

So this is a bit of a trial story between Yonah (my oc) and John Constantine based off of two Billy Idol songs, It was pretty fun to work with the concept of a Young John so with further ado enjoy! (I honestly recommend listening to both Rebel Yell and Eyes Without A Face  while reading they’re both good songs!) 

Word Count: 2,393 

Warnings: Abusive past relationship, feels trip

A/N: some parts are based on a RP with @demonologist-jconstantine​

Last night my little dancer came dancing to my door

Last night my little angel came pumping on the floor

"Drinks on me,"  Catalina said sitting next to him, John had yet again found himself at Gothams elite club the kitten's corner where the alcohol was hot, but the girls were hotter, 

"You're too kind!" one of the men at the bar said touching the young woman, she looked as though she was about 19 years old at most, but then again he wasn't that old himself he was only 25, but that wasn't the issue, he had cares he wanted to get rid of. 

"Only to the ones I adore.." Catalina said sitting in the young man's lap, it was a routine that the Owner, her girlfriend Myra trained her to do, be seductive and the money comes flowing in, She had to make them want her and know that they couldn't have her, 

She said, 'oh come on baby, I got a license for love!

And if it expires, pray help from above,

But there was one man she had her eyes on, he was a regular that much she knew, yet something was telling her to be courageous tonight. As she made her way to him, John could only see the looks of an Angel walking her way to him or at least he thought, 

"Come here often?" she asked, sitting next to the empty seat beside him, 

"Yeah.." he replied, trying to keep his eyes on his drink, 

"You're not much of a talker, are you?" she asked, looking at his features, "Has anyone ever told you, that you look a lot like Billy Idol," she suggested as he looked up at her, 

"I usually get told Sting," he smirked at her, "But thanks love,"  he said, picking up his guitar from beside him, he knew to ask her for just one night with him would give her just as much heartbreak then she could endure, "Wait.." her big brown eyes staring up at him, as she placed a hand on his thigh. "Stay.. " she asked, rubbing slow circles "For me at least,"

"Innit something love, I was gonna ask ya the same thing." 

She don't like slavery, she won't sit and beg But when I'm tired and lonely, she sees me to bed What sets you free and brought you to me, babe What sets you free, I need you here by me,

"Catalina sweetheart," Myra said walking towards her, gripping on her arm hard, 

"Yes snookiecakes?" she replied, John, snarled at the other woman before taking his guitar and walking out the club, he never liked being apart of drama besides he had his own to deal with, "What were you doing with that blond man.." she squeezed her arm harder,  "You're hurting me.." she looked behind her noticing that he was gone.

"What did I tell you about "Your ways" " she asked as her girlfriend only trembled in fear of her,

"Y- You'd kill me.." 

"Excellent love, now get your sexy ass in the back someones waiting for you." her smirk sinister.

I walked the ward, for you, babe

A thousand miles, for you

I dried your tears, of pain, babe

A million times, for you

Coming from the closed building was a dripping wet and badly bruised woman, John who hadn't let yet was smoking a cigarette as usual, under the Gotham moonlight when he saw the young woman walking towards him bloody and beaten it nearly broke him,

 "Shit .. do you need help?"

"No need to fuss over me." she turned away from him, revealing a fresh cut on her neck.

"Let me at least help you?" he offered her his hand. 

"How do I know I can trust you?" she asked glancing at him, then at his hand, "How do I know you're not like them?" she pointed towards the club, as she turned her back towards him, he noticed something on the back of her leather jacket.  

"She's a fan.," he mumbled to himself.

"What was that? " she asked him wanting an answer to her question,

"Names Constantine, John Constantine .." he said, her face in complete shock, "Yeah, the one from Mucous Membrane love." he winked at her, "And what about you? " 

"I'll tell ya when the times right." she cracked a little bit of a smile at him, "I love a girl of mystery" he smiled leading her back to his car to get her some help, 

I'd sell my soul, for you, babe

For money to burn, for you

I'd give you all, and have none, babe

Just to, have you here by me, because

"Yonah.." she mumbled, as they drove back from the hospital, her head laying on the window of his car, the city lights passing by as the radio played softly behind them a bit of 80's rock,

"Hmm?" he said, he was in his own world contemplating on maybes and what can be, 

"My names not really Catalina, it's Yonah .. Yonah Shanel Wayne.." she sighed as he blinked at her, 

"What's a rich girl like you doin around someone like me then?" he asked with a cheeky grin, "Innit unladylike for a girl like you to be-"

"I'm a rebel myself," she smirked, her hand on his chest, as she snapped her fingers lighting his cigarette with it, biting her lip the moonlight illuminating her perfectly, 

"Do you have any idea what I want to do to you right now? " 

"Depends on what's in it for me, Mr. John Constantine."  

In the midnight hour, she cried more, more, more

With a rebel yell, she cried more, more, more

I'm all out of hope

One more bad dream

Could bring a fall

"Maybe one day in my dreams, I'll find that perfect person." Yonah joked as she was sitting on the floor of their shared hotel room, 

"Well, you must be dreaming, cause I'm right here," he said, watching her strum a few chords on her guitar, it had been a few months since they met and the two couldn't be happier, or so she thought

"Hey don't think about her," he tilted her chin up,

"I see you're letting your hair grow out," she said, strumming the guitar again looking away from him, "You're changing the topic love, " he teased, trying to get her to pry open, but nothing would work she was always dedicated to writing new music and performing alongside the band, and John knew it, but he didn't want to lose her to his hectic world. 

When I'm far from home

Don't call me on the phone

To tell me you're alone

It's easy to deceive

It's easy to tease

"Go on tell me you don't love me,"  Emma said to him "John..." she said, as he hesitated, 

"I.. wish I could say-" and with that he watched her leave out of his life,

John had his secrets that he didn't want to talk about, one that he thought he hid very well, but apparently not enough,  

"Yeah, I've been thinking about cutting it,"  he said standing up as she still kept going with the blasted pink guitar, "Look when you're ready love, talk to me.." he said as she said absolutely nothing to him, 

(Les Yeux sans visage)

Eyes without a face

Got no human grace

You're eyes without a face

"John," she said, hours had passed, and it was dark out. She couldn't find him anywhere, and then it hit her, he'd be exactly where he always was on a Saturday night. Somewhere at a bar, putting on her leather jacket and heading outside she saw something that she wished she hadn't, lips locked together, hands wrapped around another woman's waist was John Constatine, 

"Well, I guess I should go .." he pulled away from the other woman as he turned his head to see Yonah running off crying, "Shit.," he mumbled to himself knowing he had a lot of explaining to do,

I spend so much time

Believing all the lies

To keep the dream alive

Now it makes me sad

It makes me mad at truth

For loving what was you

"Yonah what are you doing?" he sighed, watching her pack, 

"Maybe we're just meant to be alone.." she turned away from him, "I thought I could trust you... I thought I could love you .." as he walked towards, her she only began to back away, "let me explain!" he asked,

"I gave you, your chance and you stabbed me in the back with it!" she growled using her fire powers  as he blocked it, catching her off guard, "How did you ..." she looked up at him, a bit confused but intrigued, 

"It's a long story .."

" Well, I would have listened if you didn't," she was stopped by the taste of cheap booze and cigarettes, her words caught in her throat as her eyes closed shut, feeling the heat between the two rise, John lead her over to what felt like a bed behind her, her head landing on a pillow, "John.," she whispered still a little mad at him.

"Yonah you have no idea how much I need you, in every shape of the word, emotionally, physically .." he smiled seeing her crack a smile too, " and at this exact moment, sexually," he whispered in her ear, 

"Are you trying to seduce me?" she asked, "Cause it's working.." Yonah smirked kissing him hard,

When you hear the music, you make a dip

Into someone else's pocket then make a slip

Steal a car and go to Las Vegas

Oh, the gigolo pool

Hanging out by the state line

Turning holy water into wine

Drinking it down, oh

I'm on a bus on a psychedelic trip

Reading murder books, trying to stay hip

I'm thinking of you and you're out there, so

Say your prayers

"Pull over let me drive magic man," Yonah laughed sitting in the passenger seat of the possibly not stolen car, It had been a year now that they'd been together, they were partners in occult crime and becoming lovers at the next, "I'm sure I'll last a couple hours," he began nodding off, "Are you sure about that?" she asked, "You were nearly beaten by a bloody demon!" she said as he pulled over to a gas station, letting her take over,

Pulling over in a motel for the night, Yonah couldn't help but worry about John, feeling beside her, she noticed that he wasn't there, looking outside the window, he was sat outside playing the guitar.

"It's three in the morning, what's on your mind?" she asked, taking him by the hand, 

"The fact I love you.." he mumbled, "Just never mind don't matter what I say really," he sighed turning away from her, 

"You're thinking about her aren't you?" she asked,

"Why don't you get some rest.." he  kept strumming away, 

"Maybe a trip to that one vegas pub could help?" she smirked.

"Well, would you look at that, it's John Constantine been awhile mate... " Chas said, as he then looked over at Yonah, "Who's the girl?" he asked, 

"Yonah .." she smiled, "Nice to meet ya.." 

Now I close my eyes

And I wonder why

I don't despise

Now all I can do

Is love what was once

So alive and new

But it's gone from your eyes

I'd better realize

It was another moonlit night in Gotham, Yonah was sitting on the rooftop of Wayne Manor strumming her enchanted guitar, it was something she did when she was missing a certain demonologist, bright lights were shining from a car turning into the driveway of the said mansion. "You know there's a certain tug right ere," he said pointing towards his heart  "When ya miss someone so bloody hard," he shouted from the rooftops just so she could hear him,  "Why don't ya come down Juliet," he smirked watching her flip off the building and land on her feet,

"Impressive..." he mumbled to himself,

"What brought you to Gotham city Romeo.," she asked, noticing his new change of clothes, she was 25, and he was now 35 figuring out the whole demon business still,

"You did, I was driving an suddenly I know I'm headed towards Wayne manor," he kissed her, "It was that damned Guitar of yours.." she kissed him back laughing hard, the taste of a life she missed once more lingered, "You wanna maybe go out for a few drinks or something.." she groaned looking to see the Bat-signal "Good for nothing hero ! " she shook her fist at it, 

"What about our old spot on 7th street?" he suggested as she got in the car.

"You know me so well," She said looking over at him, "Treat to myself for sobriety for a year, when you left I.." she stopped talking as he held her hand "I already know what happened," 

When they arrived at the bar it reminded him of the night she first walked into his life, Gotham cold air blowing, and gothic buildings everywhere, Yonah placed her hand on top of his, "It feels like it's been ages, you and me alone. everything just has gone wrong since I made my return and when it hasn't it's been press conferences and the damn spotlight in my face everywhere I go!" she slammed her fist 

"I missed the taste of you on my tongue, the way you feel so smooth and hard an-" she  then stopped talking, 

"You really do miss my lovin." knowing that she meant the whiskey rather than him, "Well, get your ass out the spotlight then," 

"I can't, it's in my name, the way I walk and talk." she sighed, " I was born into it, to be wild and free the daughter of a playboy millionaire.."   

"Runaway with me then, Hellblazer.." he winked looking back at the door "We could go to Florida, fall in love, "

"We can't John, I'm not a rebel like you." she sighed, seeing Alfred outside the pub window,

"I thought .." 

"I'm sorry... I can't.." 

You're eyes without a face

Such a human waste

You're eyes without a face

"Love you.." John sighed,

And now it's getting worse

[itsyagirlsatan]

Yin and Yang’s Performances on the Stage (BBIEAL rp)

*Yin and Yang are performing more often on the Stage. They always go all out and make the visuals great*

Song- Apotropaism

Song Length- 5:43

Song By- GHOST, B.a.D and UmbraticForest

Youtube Link- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RxtYPXixnjE

*The song begins a Quiet Instrumental goes on from 0:00 to 1:33. The room becomes dark with a projector lighting up  the stage and slides started showing up around starts from 0:46 to 1:33*

“They say the moon likes to play tricks on you

Like a Selenian Child with deceitful phrases

And on a full moon's night.

This child will find itself especially playful

Some are particularly susceptible to these tricks

Others are not”

Yin: *In the blink of an eye the lights were on and He was in the middle of the stage. His clothes looks like it comes from around the Victorian to Colonial times and he is holding a book. The lights dimmed and 4 candles making a square and they light up. The timing of things while he sings was exact*

“Tonight, when the moon is alight  

When the Candles Burn Bright

An ethereal sight marches on unholy spite”

Yin: *The projector translate the Latin. The necklace with the cross was around his neck. His own voice sings on top of him singing Latin at a certain point. His clothes was not strictly in black and white his clothes was a red,black, dark drown and a few other colors but greyed out*

“(In the Name of The Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit)

In nómie Patris et fílli et spíritus saneti

I pray, O Lord, I Pray”

Yin: *Around him was dark he pointed a side and the area lights up to an 20 year old female and young children while she’s reading a tale and they disappear. He points to another side and it’s a group of people doing a seance then they disappear. He pointed another area and appears a funeral with a wide range of ages and funerals bells are playing then they disappear like the others. The slides of Translation comes back. He spins and appears some people with something behind them something evil. They disappear and dark thick red smoke appear right and left of him as well as bright red fire then it dies down with white light and white clouds. Jesus Christ appears next to him then disappears. He holds a cross holding it in front of him as a Vision of An evil being who is large and it goes by Satan. The evil being was holding a bottle. Jesus comes back but behind Yin who was facing the left side where Satan is then both disappeared*

“Worse than the scripture said. Than the oldest Tale

An eternal Seance and funeral bells

(We cast you out, every unclean spirit)

Exorcizamus te, omnis immunde spiritus

(Every Satanic Power)

Omni satanica potestas

(In the name of Jesus Christ)

In nomini Jesu Christi

(Begone, Satan)

Vade retro Satana

(Never tempt me with your Vanities)

Nunquam suade mihi vana

(What you offer me is evil, drink the poison yourself)

Sunt mala quae libas, ipse venena bibas

(In the name of Jesus Christ)

In nomini Jesu Christi”

(Instrumental 2:14 to 2:17)

Yin: *He lifts his hands and spirits fly around and around him are people spinning around him all except this blonde girl with green eyes was left. She spun to him and his arms around her. She was a lot shorter and younger than him and she disappears as red smoke comes back*

Tonight we dance on the spells of Yesterday

If I may cast away your devout dismay

This Child in these spell-bound arms of mine

Could fall in the hands of hellish times

(Instrumental 2:34 to 2:41)

Yin: *There was a demon and more red smoke. The demon was behind the children and their aura is pure white. The demon has it’s hands on the children. He points to the demon. God appears though you can’t see what his face looks like. He paints and the setting changes to a paradise. The whole setting and the beings disappear. He turns to face the audience and lifts his arms again and people appeared with certain colored aura and demons representing a certain sin. They spin around him. Up high appears a kingdom that’s pure white and gold. The sinners ended up on thee left side walking closer to him. He pushes them away without touching them and a door appears with a huge lock on it. The setting changes to a paradise glitching then it disappears once again The slides still translating the Latin he is speaking this whole time*

“Unhand these blessed children

(Our Father who, art in heaven)

Pater noster, qui es in eælis

Reprimand your hidden sins, oh

(Hallowed by thy name)

Sanetificetur nomen tuum

Uninvited animosity:

(They kingdom come)

Adveniat regnum tuum

Keep thy souls of the damned locked away

(Thy will be done)

Fiat Voluntas tua.

(On earth as it is in heaven)

Sicut in caelo et in terra”

(Instrumental 3:01 to 3:05)

Yin: *The book is gone and his hands in front of him a bit apart as he is holding the world and lifts it up and a smaller version of the paradise appears under the earth*

“(On earth as it is in heaven)

Sicut in caelo et in terra”

(Instrumental 3:10 to 3:12)

Yin: *On the right side there was a baby in a cradle that’s white and gold. A demon runs up to the Cradle and the demon as well as the baby and cradle disappear. What appears are more demons spinning around him and some shooting fire out of their hands and they disappear as graves of small children appear in their place then that disappears. A few moments crosses appear then disappears as Satan appears and Yin faces Satan who is holding a bottle. Then he disappears and people and spirits spin around Yin as stuff like smoke and other stuff comes out of his hands. Everyone disappears and Children appear as well as the blonde girl who is in the front.  All the children in rows they looked sad then they start marching around Yin in a circle and it transitions to spinning. The children stopped and went back to rows. The children seem to glitch and show evil versions of themselves except the blonde girl who looks terrified. The red smoke appears it covers the children the smoke disappears as well the children.*

“You shall evade the cradle of holy youth

Every malevolent apparition

Every Tragedy of ill intent

In the name of our only lord and savior

(Begone, Satan)

Vade retro Satana

(Never tempt me with your Vanities)

Nunquam suade mihi vana

(What you offer me is evil, drink the poison yourself)

Sunt mala quae libas, ipse venena bibas

In the name of our only savior

Tonight we dance on the spells of Yesterday

If I may cast away your devout dismay

These Children abandoned without a sign

Could fall in the hands of hellish times”

(Instrumental 3:46 to 3:48)

Yang: *In a blink Yin is Gone and lights are more bright than earlier and the candles gone. Yang is wearing a huge gown around Victorian era to Colonial times. The dress is a greyed purple with white, Her hair has a greyed purple bow. Yin’s hand cast huge shadows on the wall swaying back in forth. Yin appears on the left. Yin appears and he is turned to a wall on the left with spirits around him glitching and disappearing and shows nothing. Yang looks up holding her hands and a god appears her and she looks down with her eyes closed and God disappears*

“The shadows of your hands on the walls

Sway back and forth in a dizzying array

How much longer till your facade breaks down?

I pray before God: Protect us on this night”

(Instrumental 4:14 to 4:22)

Yang: *The moon light shines and children with cross necklaces are dance around her and spins around her and they disappear. The lights dimmed down again.  She turns away from Yin with has a pentagram on the ground and the 4 candles that are lit are creating a box that the pentagram is in and he has a gun to his head. Yin seems to be begging in some away. The protector shows a picture of a male and female in front as well as the same blonde girl but it’s in black and white but it’s sure looks like the same girl that appeared before. The other children are behind the 3 in the background but they look happy. The lights brighten again and Yang slowly walks away*

“Tonight we dance on the prayer of yesterday

If I may turn away from your grand display

These children were never left behind

And I don't believe in "Hellish Times"”

*As Yang sing times for a bit longer as Yin started singing*

Yin: *Hands appeared from the floor of the stage and disappeared. The lights brighten and chains appear on his ankles and wrists. Crosses are on the back of his hands. There was a clock that says 11pm exactly and he looks at it. The slides translating the final Latin sentence*

“Lest we fall to the hands of Hallows Eve

From the start we were bound for eternity

A cross in these spell-bound hands of mine

(And at the hour of our death)

Et in hora mortis nostrae”

(Instrumental 4:56 to 5:43)

*The black, gray and white picture of The 2 adults and children appeared again but the guy was covered in blood, you can’t see his face and the woman was covered as well as the little girl in front of them but you can still see them. The children looked the same except the 2 in the front a boy and a girl who are upside down. The picture of the picture was also in black, white and gray.*

*After the songs finished the lights are completely on and bright while the stage was completely empty*