#they look like two demons greeting you at the gates of hell lol

[petrovna-zamo]

Judging you x

[big4girl]

Heyyyy me again! I really loved your last fic so Imma request another, if that's okay! If you're still doing drabbles, could I possibly get a Hiccanna Angel/Demon AU fic with the sentence starter “If you don’t hug me right now I think I might fall apart.”? I'm in the mood for big boi angst lol (also kinda see Hiccup as the demon one here because of the dragon and fire connection, but reversed would be interesting too!)

I think I’ll go for what you suggested since it makes the most sense character-wise! I hope you enjoy!

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Angels and Demons coexisted as enemies for many millennia. Good versus evil, light versus dark, virtue versus vice, Heaven versus Hell.

And Anna was okay with this. She was old, far older than the human numbers could reach. She thought she had seen it all. But that was before him.

The first time she was sent to Earth was on her first mission as a Guardian Angel. She had been protecting a little girl with brown hair and brown eyes who loved ice skating and playing with her brother.

Anna admired the way the family interacted; laughing, playing, creating. And how they created an orange and yellow light that kept the darkness away.

She listened intently one night when the little girl asked, “Mommy, why do we light the fire?”

The mother tucked her child securely in her bed, the covers pulled up to her chin. “Because there are evil things in this world, things that want to hurt us, and the fire keeps them away.”

Anna’s feathers ruffled at the mention of evil. How could someone even think about hurting people so innocent? Why they had never done anything wrong.

“Like the boogeyman?”

The mother smoothed back her daughter’s hair. “Yes, my love, like the boogeyman. But the fire keeps him away. You have nothing to worry about. And if the fire ever goes out, you have your guardian angel to protect you.”

Anna felt herself glow a little brighter as her ward’s eyes lit up.

“I bet she’s beautiful,” the little girl whispered.

Her mother kissed her on the head and said her goodnight, placing one of the brother’s head as well. How happy they were. How perfect that moment was.

Then that moment ended.

“Be careful,” the mother chided them.

“We will,” the boy replied with a laugh as his sister pulled him towards the frozen lake.

Anna walked carefully along the treeline above them, keeping a watchful eye, but she wasn’t worried. They had done this a hundred times before, what could go wrong?

How she wished she had paid more attention.

The ice cracked under the little girl’s feet, her sobs being drowned out by her brother's reassurances.

Anna couldn’t move, a force was keeping her rooted to the spot and she was furious.

She watched on in anger and fear as the brother coaxed his sister a few steps forward. The ice cracked, the little girl screamed and Anna was suddenly free from her trap.

She flew forward, grabbing the little girl by the armpits and flying her to the other side of the ice where it was thicker.

Anna smiled as the little girl looked around, her eyes finding her brother’s.

It was a blissful moment that was ruined by the deafening sound of cracking ice.

The brother let out a cry of surprise as it gave way under his feet, pulling him into the freezing waters below.

Anna cried out, but she couldn’t save him, couldn’t even touch him. She wasn’t his guardian angel.

“Jack!”

That’s when she saw him.

He was standing on the other side of the pond across from her. He had blood-red eyes and black scales running along his skin. He was frowning and. from a distance, Anna thought he looked angry.

“Hey!” She cried out angrily, leaving her ward’s side for a moment to fly towards the demon.

He disappeared when she reached him. She let out an angry shout before returning to the little girl’s side. Watching her sob as she ran for her parents.

Jack became an angel for his sacrifice.

Anna met him in Heaven. Shook his hand and apologized for not being able to save him. He didn’t hold it against her, just asked for updates on his sister every so often.

Anna would watch over the little girl until she was old and was ready to go.

When she closed her eyes for the final time, Anna was there; her hand out in greeting, ready to take her to Heaven. To her brother.

“I was right.” She said, taking Anna’s hand. “You are beautiful.”

Anna smiled. “I will miss looking after you,”

“You can come to visit me anytime,”

Anna knew it didn’t work that way but didn’t say anything, just smiled and nodded.

They were met at the gates by Jack and her other family members she had lost over the years. The moment she stepped through the gates, she was reverted to her child form, running to hug her brother for the first time in a long time.

Anna would have cried if she were human.

But her heart did feel funny, watching them.

Her next ward was a little girl in Scotland. The girl had a head of curly red hair and a bow and arrows at six years old.

Anna knew she had her work cut out for her.

She watched on from a tree as the little girl played hide and seek with her mother and received a brand new bow from her father, much to her mother’s dismay.

It was beautiful until the little girl screamed.

Anna was up immediately, landing in front of the mother and daughter, using her powers to still the bear until they were safely out of the way. She saw the way its eyes glowed red and she knew that this was no ordinary bear, but a demon-possessed one.

The father and his men charged the bear, pointing spears at it and a rush of panic flew through Anna. No, no, no not again.

The bear moved right past her and she was once again rooted to the spot, unable to move, unable to help in any way.

The bear slashed at the wooden spear, effectively ripping the sharp end of it off.

The father threw the splintered wood aside, ready to take on the monster with his bear-hands.

It roared, ready to go in for the kill.

“NO!” Anna screamed, breaking free of the hold with all of her ability and slamming herself into the bear. It staggered to the side, jaw sinking into the man’s ankle instead of his neck.

Anna watched as the father screamed and the demon came out of the bear.

It was the same one from the lake.

His red eyes met Anna’s gold ones. He seemed surprised, intrigued.

Anna, however, was livid. She lunged at him, only for him to disappear the same as he had before. Anna screamed out in fury.

The father was alive, at the cost of his foot. But he was alive.

And Anna was in trouble.

“Άννα.” 

She was suddenly standing in the blinding white room of her boss.

Not God, much worse.

“Elsa,” Anna replied, turning to see the head Guardian Angel standing before her.

“Άννα,” She repeated, using Anna’s original angel name. “You meddled.”

Anna frowned. “I had to! That demon was going to kill my ward’s father!”

“You cannot meddle, Άννα. You should know better.”

“Come on, I saved somebody! Isn’t that what guardian angels are supposed to do?” Anna argued.

Elsa only gave Anna an icy glare. “I’m sorry. But I cannot allow you to watch over Merida any longer.”

“What!”

"Acts like this have consequences, Άννα.”

“That’s so stupid! It wasn’t even my fault! If that stupid demon hadn’t been there-”

“Enough,” Elsa said sternly. 

Anna cowered underneath her gaze but was still stewing with anger.

“You are on probation from guardian duties. You will be assigned to another job until it is through.”

Anna was on probation for centuries and it felt like a millennium. When she was finally released on another mission, she was assigned a boy this time.

Who was a troublemaker, of course. She always seemed to get those. But Anna didn’t mind; in fact, she was overjoyed because she was always on the move. Being locked up in heaven will do that to you.

Her ward was living the life. Just accepted into college at fourteen and being praised by his brother.

Anna watched on with admiration as the two talked. Her siblings up in Heaven never showed any emotions, perhaps that came with being an angel, but Anna longed for love.

Maybe that made her a bad angel, she didn’t care. Love was a fascinating prospect.

Then everything went bad. Just like it always does.

Anna noticed the fire right after the two boys did. She flew alongside the two brothers, terrified as she watched multiple guardian angels flying around the place.

Where was Tadashi’s? Anna suddenly realized, looking around to find Rapunzel.

She finally caught sight of her near the sidewalk, completely frozen in place, unable to move, to do anything.

“No,” Anna said with sudden terror. “No, no, no, no-”

She turned to find that Hiro and Tadashi had moved, gone closer to the flames.

“Tadashi no!” Hiro cried, latching onto his older brother’s arm.

“Somebody has to help.”

“No!” Anna cried flying forward, trying to catch Tadashi, but it was too late. All she could do was stand in front of Hiro and shield him from the blast.

“Tadashi!” 

Hiro’s cries were faint in Anna’s ears as she looked around the scene. Guardian angels were flying everywhere, following people away from the fire and helping the firefighters put out the blaze, Rapunzel was free from her hold and she was crying, and there was that demon again.

Anna’s eyes landed on him at the steps of the building. He was gazing up at the fire, reflecting ominously in his red eyes.

He wouldn’t get away this time.

“Hey!” Anna cried out.

He didn’t move and Anna flew forward, tackling him to the ground.

He let out a cry of surprise and a grunt as they landed against the hard earth.

“What’s your problem with me, huh? Why do you keep killing the people my wards care about? Every time you’re around one of them dies!”

The demon below her didn’t say anything, just took on her wrath with surprising calmness.

This made Anna even more furious. “You don’t feel guilty at all? Ha. Should expect that from filthy demons like you! You probably take pleasure in killing people-”

“We don’t kill people,”

“What?” Anna asked, glaring at him.

The demon cleared his throat, as the best he could with Anna sitting on his chest. “We don’t kill people. We just cause chaos. Posses them, mess with them, make bad things happen, yes, but we don’t kill people.”

“Then how do you explain-”

“Do you think you guardian angels would let us get that far? We can’t overpower you, you know that. So, how can we kill anyone?”

Anna’s mouth went dry at his words.

No. He had to be lying. He had to be.

“Then how are these people dying?”

“Don’t ask me. Maybe you should take it up with the higher authorities.”

Anna’s world was crashing down around her. Heaven wouldn’t- they couldn’t-

“It’s not the Devil who chooses when people die, Angelface.”

Anna ripped her hands off him, stumbling backward, trying to get away from him.

“Then why were you there? Every time you were there.”

“We’re in tandem, I guess. I’m just a worker Demon. Like you. At least” - he frowned. “-I was.”

“We are nothing alike.” Anna spat.

“Keep telling yourself that, Angelface.”

“Stop calling me that! My name is-”

Anna was transported into Elsa’s room again.

“Άννα.”

“What?” Anna yelled, turning to face her superior, who was stone-face. “What, huh? What do you want from me? Want me to go on probation again? Because I’m sick and tired of watching people die, Έλσα.”

“You interacted with a demon,  Άννα. This is serious.”

“So what? He was some beat demon, there to start a fire that was killing people.”

“Demons don’t kill people,  Άννα. The lord decides when they are to come to Heaven.”

“What?” Anna said, angrier than ever. “But we’re Heaven! We’re supposed to be the good guys! The light! Killing people is wrong!”

“Άννα. Calm down.”

“No! No, why? Why does some unseen celestial being get to decide the fate of good people? Old age, okay, fine, but young people? Children? That’s wrong.”

“We serve the lord, Άννα. We don’t question.”

“Well, the lord can beat it! I don’t care! This is wrong! How can you not see that?”

“I’m sorry, Άννα.”

Anna was cast out of Heaven immediately. Her halo stripped from her, her wings turning a dark black to signify to the other angels her crimes. She would walk the Earth as a ghost.

She hit the ground near where her last assignment had been.

“So,” the demon said, sitting next to her when she came to. “I’m guessing taking it up with the higher authorities didn’t go so well?”

Anna felt something for the first time in her life. She left a million things at once and it hurt.

She turned to the demon with watery eyes and she noticed for the first time that his eyes weren’t red anymore. In fact, they were a really pretty green.

“If you don’t hug me right now I think I might fall apart.” She said.

The request didn’t seem to shock the demon. He just opened his arms and allowed Anna to hug him, to sob into his shoulder.

He wrapped his arms around her and squeezed as hard as he could.

Anna felt something she had never felt before, but couldn’t place the emotion. Over time she would learn, but now all she wanted to do was cry and be held.

“Any chance you’ll give me that name now, Angelface?” he asked softly.

“Anna,” She choked out. “My name is Anna.”

“Nice to meet you, Anna. My name’s Hiccup. And I think we’re gonna be spending a lot of time together.”

[horanghaechan]

Wicked Games (Johnny) pt.1

pairing: Demon!Johnny x Dancer!You (female character)

word count: around 9k

synopsis: Oh, the things you do for money...  NCT had a reputation: filthy rich and handsome. Their parties were known to be god tier and they used to pay extremely well to have girls dancing in them. However, when some weird rumours start to spread, all your colleagues backed out... But not you. 

Inspired by Wicked Games - The Weeknd. 

(Part 2/final here)

[a/n]: i actually had a side-blog once and posted it there but i got author’s block and deleted everything. anyway, i’m rather proud of this scenario so i decided to post it again lol ~ also, english is not my first language so any grammar/etc mistake please tell me!

Let me see you dance I love to watch you dance Take you down another level Get you dancing with the Devil Take a shot of this But I'm warning you I'm on that shit that you can't smell, baby So, put down your perfume (…) Listen, ma, I'll give you all of me Give me all of it, I need all of it to myself

 Youngho opened the door to the main room and smiled. It wasn't the first time that everything went wrong, and probably wouldn't be the last. He pushed a wooden stool to the side and walked to Yuta, wondering exactly what had happened.

“The rumours about us are getting more and more frequent.”

“Humans.” He snorted. “And this is preventing the party from happening, I suppose?!”

“The strippers don’t want to come... I mean, except for one.”

“Oh.” Youngho smiled. “Why?”

“It seems that she doesn't believe in God, therefore, doesn't believe in us.” Yuta made a gesture with his hand, pointing to them. “Fortunately, she said she has four more friends that are willing to come, but we're going to have six less dancers.”

“Fuck it, bro. That's more than enough. We promised strippers, didn’t we?”

“You're right.” He nodded. “Well, I will report to Taeyong that we can still host the party.”

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After receiving confirmation from her boss, Y/N entered the van with her friends. She didn't understand why the other girls had dropped out at the last minute… She would never do it, the payment was just too good to ignore. However, she was kinda happy that they did, because now she could receive their money instead.

“You know what they say about there, don't you?” Laura wondered.

“That it is a huge house full of billionaire, drop-dead gorgeous men.” She lifted an eyebrow.

“No, silly. About it being haunted!”

“Nonsense.” Y/N shook her hand. “This only exists for those who believe in it.”

“But a friend of mine was at a party there and said he saw some weird stuff...”

“Your friend was probably drugged and had a ‘bad trip’. Get over it, Lau.”

“You are so sceptical that it drives me crazy, Y/N!” Laura rolled her eyes.

“And you're too deluded, but that doesn't mean I lose my patience every time.”

Despite being best friends, Y/N found it hard sometimes to live with someone like Laura. You could hold her hand and say ‘Lau, the sky is black, actually. However, because of a curse, we are forced to believe it is blue.’, and the girl would (probably, 70% of chance) believe it. She was very naïve for 25-years-old woman; which made it all extremely worrying. 25-year-old girls were not so innocent. Y/N was 23 and she knew more than enough.

“How's uni, Y/N?” Inez, another friend of them, changed topics in order to calm down the mood.

“Good, as far as the last semester can be. And yours?”

“Dentistry is wonderful, I couldn't be more pleased!”

“You can ask me too, Inez.” Pelinsu, the youngest of the group, raised her hand as if to show she was there. “In fact, I'm going to tell you anyway.”

“Nobody is interested to know how things in the college prep course are.” Inez mocked, making girls laugh. “When are you going to quit it?”

“Even if I need to stay there for 15 years, I won’t give up.” Pelinsu sighed. “It’s my dream to become a doctor.”

“You can do it, dear.” Laura tried to cheer her up.

The way to the mansion where they would dance was filled with laughs and loud conversation. The four of them meeting and spending time together was rare, because they all had busy lives. It was a miracle that they all had a “free” day and could work together. 

The house was located at the top of a hill. Y/N was amazed at the view, lots of green trees and abundant nature. It was always so healing and special to be at places like that. Looking through the window to the road behind, she didn't notice her friends getting off the car and greeting a group of guys at the mansion’s gates.

“Excuse me?” An unknown voice brought her back to the present. She turned to where she thought the voice came from, and felt a shock through her spine. She had seen beautiful men before, but... That was different. He was different. With dark hair, a beautiful nose, puffy lips and the sharpest of the gazes, he emitted a mysterious and charming aura. She couldn’t stop staring at him; it was like she was hypnotised. Oh, boy, that was a dangerous thing to do.

Y/N didn’t fuck with business.

Literally.

“Sorry.” She cleared her throat. “I got distracted.”

“No problem.” He smiled and she swore the sun shone stronger. ”Your friends are already inside the house. You must be…?” Stretching his hand, the handsome man offered help so she could come off the van. Well, in addition to his killing looks, he was a gentleman.

Dangerous. Extremely dangerous.

“Y/N. Just Y/N.” She responded lethargic, accepting his hand. Despite the typically hot weather of summer, the man was cold. She felt a sudden dizziness, but decided to believe it was because she spent a lot of time sat down. “Mr. Totti said that if we stay until the end, we can get the other strippers payment. Is this true? Because if it is, I need to talk to the girls so we can make shifts and not get too tired.” Y/N stared at the mansion, looking up and smiling. “What a beautiful structure.”

“I agree.” Youngho replied. “I'm Seo Youngho, by the way. But everyone calls me ‘Johnny’.”

“Johnny?” Y/N questioned, and he gifted her a small smirked.

What a beautiful structure, indeed.

Tall and handsome. Just like a fucking castle.

“It seems easier to remember.” He shrugged. “Anyway, what Totti said is true. But, I don't think you girls need to work until the end; after all, a lot of people are going to be so drunk they will barely notice what is happening. We can set an ending hour, if you want.”

“Of course. How late, then?”

“3:30AM?” He smiled again, mesmerising.

“3:30AM.” She nodded. “To where should I go now, sir?”

“Go up the stairs and turn right, it's the first door.”

“Thank you, Johnny.” Y/N gave him a small bow, smiling, and rushed into the house.

“You’re welcome, Just Y/N.” Johnny sighed, strangely relaxed.

 The house was decorated like an oddly but good mix of Greek and Iberian palaces. Y/N liked it, because the fusion made her have another perception of both styles. When she arrived at the floor that Youngho told her, Y/N got surprised as she looked out in one of the large windows of the hall: near the end of the huge garden, she found another road, but it disappeared into the forest. Were they that high?

“How tall is this mountain?” She asked while entering the room.

“Y/N! Why?” Inez dropped her makeup bag in one of the dressing tables.

“I saw a road behind the garden and it ends in the woods. I thought there was only one way to get up here, but I guess I was wrong.” She shrugged. “I talked to Youngho and he said that if we work until 3:30AM, we win the payment of the other girls.”

“I could never be as thirsty for money as you, Y/N.” Lin laughed. “I’m up for it, though.”

“Do I need to answer?” Inez smiled with satisfaction, doing an “ok” sign.

“I need this money.” Laura agreed. “How is this going to work, then? Do we do shifts?”

“I think it’s easier that way, because later we will be tired and then we won’t have much energy to dance correctly.” Y/N opened her backpack. “Who wants to be the first?”

 Doyoung grimaced upon hearing the girls’ laughter. He didn't like noisy humans, but he couldn't deny that they were very beautiful ladies, so it made up for the mess. At least Y/N and her friends were not afraid of them and crying nonstop.

“Are you the bodyguard of the group?” Youngho smirked when he found Doyoung in front of the room’s door. “I didn't know we had hired one.”

“Go to hell, Johnny.”  Doyoung rolled his eyes. “I'm here to make sure that no one will escape.”

“Hell?” Youngho laughed quietly. “They are being paid – a good amount and above average, to dance. Why would they run away?”

“The rumours...”

“Get over these rumours, Doyoung.” Youngho shook his hand. “There’s nothing that a good party and a few drinks won’t make them forget.”

“Taeyong will be mad if we do this again.”

“Taeyong gets mad about everything.” The tallest one shrugged. “And between losing his way of life here or being mad for some minutes, I guess he'd rather be pissed.”

“Your arrogance never ceases to surprise me.”

“No wonder I died because of it.” He laughed.  “I'm going to talk to Yuta.”

“Wait.” Doyoung held his arm. “You have noticed Y/N, haven’t you?”

“How could I not? I almost went blind.”

“It's been quite a while since we've seen such a light.” Doyoung crossed his arms. “It's going to be an interesting night. Do you think Taeyong have seen it too?”

“I don't know if they met, but I assume he already knows. The energy in the house is weird.”

“Good. We have everything settled to go wrong.” Doyoung smiled excitedly.

 Giving one of the most exclusive parties of the city was an easy task, and in them, finding people willing to sell their souls was easier. Renewing their strengths on the sins of others resulted in a common way for demons to remain in their human form, but finding the right sin to catch was a bit complicated. Youngho used to search for drug dealers and criminals, but he was interested in something much better right now: corrupt a being of light. He had heard two or three stories of demons who corrupted beings of light and it looked extremely tempting. It was a divine blessing (no matter from which “side” it was coming) that Y/N had crossed his path. The fact that she did not believe in God or Demons was just a bonus.

When Johnny came down, already dressed up for the party, he found the four girls working on their stages.

“Ladies, you look all delightful.” He smiled charmingly. “If you want to have a drink before we get started, just to relax, don’t hesitated to ask.”

“It would be wonderful.” The tallest of them, whose name was Inez, smiled.

“Thanks, but I don't drink before working.” Y/N dismissed it with a hand gesture.

“Water, then?”

“I don't want anything for now, thank you.” She went back to testing the pole dance, ignoring him. Johnny could smell the excitement pouring from her, but he didn't know exactly for which reason.

Having to attend to guests and strike small conversation with some “friends”, Youngho forgot about his smalls problems. He spent a big part of the night overseeing everything from afar and keeping the house in order, so Taeyong wouldn’t snap.

Around 2 A.M., many people were hammered, but not enough for him to try buying their souls. Youngho had just let Yuta in charge of the drinks when the lights shone in flashes, bringing the attention to the main stage. Y/N stood up in the middle of it, wearing a Burlesque style burgundy set, looking as beautiful as an angel could. Extremely tempting and untouchable. He was sure that Lilith would’ve wept in pride if she saw her.

A very calm melody began to play and she moved within the rhythm. Y/N was keen on showing how well she danced, how good she could twirl around and seduce. The audience made a sound of surprise as she snapped an unseen whip, and used it up on her body, snapping again close to her leg, giving the illusion that she had whipped it in herself. Youngho approached the stage, feeling the need to appreciate it from a closer place. She knelt on the floor – a submissive pose that used to drive men crazy –, then crawled to the edge of the it, letting everyone see the outline of her breasts. Youngho giggled despite the discomfort in his trousers. He was a sexual being, he had no doubt about it, but he had never felt so horny about a stripper. Y/N just needed to keep up with those daring moves and pin-up style that he would consider finding someone to have sex with as soon as the show ended... And he hoped she was willing to play that role.

“This girl dances very well.” One guy commented near him.

“At the moment, I really want to use that whip and erase her overbearing smirk.” The other replied. Youngho raised an eyebrow, smiling.

“She has a boyfriend.” Johnny couldn’t help himself from replying.

“Well, what an imbecile boyfriend she found, then. I wouldn’t let my girl do it!”

“You see, I’m sure he doesn’t even know she's a stripper.” The first guy laughed. “Those girls with these innocent faces are the most dangerous. He probably thinks she's sleeping now.”

“In fact he knows she's a stripper, he even encourages her to do so.” Youngho felt his stomach clench in disgust. He hated mortals, that was undeniable, but he liked women. It was no doubt that the world’s Lord and Saviour came from one of them. “What is beautiful was meant to be seen.”

“Even so! He's giving his woman in a tray for other guys.”

“I’m really confident in myself.” He smiled as he noticed their eyes widening.

“Good God, we didn’t know! Really, we’re sorry for saying that!” The one that wanted to whip Y/N wilted. Youngho wanted to laugh, but he had to keep his pose.

“Relax, you were not the first ones.” He shrugged, holding back the laughter.

Another song started and Y/N approached the pole dance. Youngho stopped caring about the audience and focused on the girl who passed a glorious leg by the pole. He caught a sigh as she turned around and paused with her butt facing the public. Youngho thought about several things, especially spanking and biting. The thought intensified as soon as they exchanged a glance by mistake. She was probably looking atound at people and her gaze fell on him... Not that he was complaining; he could feel how she had changed minimally when they faced each other. Johnny licked his lips and Y/N felt a pang in her heart.

She did her best to keep the dance level professional, but with every twirl or choreography move, Y/N knew Youngho was watching her and his attention was simply too good to ignore.

 After returning to the room and showering, Y/N was ready to call her friends and leave. She just needed to get the money from... Youngho. She let out an unrecognisable sigh, something between resignation and debauchery. Of course, she would have to talk to him after their little… Thing. Armed with her finest femme fatale pose, she opened the door.

But Youngho was expecting her first.

“Just Y/N.” He smiled politely.

“Johnny.” She squeezed her hands, for she had nowhere to put them but the pocket of her shorts... And that would be weird.  “I was going to look for you.”

“And I was expecting you to do so.”

“Uh... About the payment...” Y/N cleared her throat uncomfortably.

“Can we discuss this in my office?”

“Yes, of course. Wherever you feel better with.” She took a deep breath.

“Your performance was wonderful; I have heard many compliments.” Feeling that Y/N was tense, Youngho chose to take it easy. Her light was so tempting, it looked so delicious, that he could not afford to make a mistake and lose it.

“Thanks.” Y/N forced a smile.

The two of them went up to the third floor of the mansion, where Youngho had his office and bedroom. Y/N was surprised by the elegance of the place, because she did not expect men to be organised and to have good sense at that age... Well, she did not know how old he was, but it should not be more than mid-twenties?!

“Please sit down.” Youngho pointed to a leather chair in front of his mahogany table.

“Thanks.” She swallowed hard. It seemed strange and wrong to be there.

“How about we drink something?” He suggested. “Liquor? Whiskey? Vodka?”

“I don’t drink alcohol, Youngho.” Y/N shook her head. “But a glass of water would be great.”

Youngho smiled. Since she did not drink, it would be difficult to make her feel relaxed, but he wouldn’t give up. Opportunities of that magnitude appeared only a few times in his... Life? Death? Existence?

“Well, I wanted to know if you'd prefer cash or...” Giving her the water she asked for, Youngho sat down in front of her.

“Whatever is easier for you, sir.” Y/N shrugged. 

His eyes flashed mischievously.

Sir.

It was cute, though. Being near him made her aura shine brighter and it kept alluring him. If only he could drug her… It wasn’t playing fair, surely, but when did demons play fair, to begin with?!

“So, here it its.” Johnny stood up, opening a small door in one of the cabinets and taking a faux leather handbag from inside it. “Here’s all the payment, as if we had ten girls in total. You can share with your friends the way you want.”

“Oh, alright. Thank you so much, sir.”

“Drop that ‘Sir’ thing, princess. I’m way too young for it and it’s way too sexual for me.” He smirked, sitting next to her. “Wanna count?”

“Yeah, that’d be reasonable.” She opened the handbag and her fingers grazed against his skin for just a tiny second, but she felt the same dizziness and coldness.

They counted together, just so she could make sure she was receiving everything. Johnny noticed how interested Y/N was in money, and started plotting. Maybe he could bribe her into being corrupted? Maybe he could pay her to have sex with him (which would make him twice as happy)? Maybe he could use money to convince her to commit a sin or something? However, as soon as she finished putting the cash back, she stood up.

“Thank you again, Youngho. It was a pleasure dancing here.”

“I assure you we feel the same.”

“Good.” She cleared her throat. “Goodbye, then. Have a great… Dawn, I guess.”

“Can you spare me a minute, please?”

When Y/N looked at him, she knew what he was going to say. She received the same offer a thousand times. It used to be offensive, but now she was alright with it. What pissed her off, though, was that she was tempted to accept it this time. He was different from the other guys. He had charms, smooth talking voice, those pouty lips and silky hair. Youngho was broad and tall, making her wonder how sexy it’d be if he caged her in, occupying all the space between them. His eyes had a amber glow she didn’t notice before, looking like hot cognac, and her mouth dried. It’s been years since she last drank alcohol, and brandy was her favourite beverage.

She was thirsty for cognac.

Or was it for Seo Youngho?

“Yes, sir.” She replied automatically.

“There you go again.” He smirked, but it had a pinch of humour in it. As if he thought she was, somehow, cute. “Well, Y/N, I’ll be really blunt since I hate tiptoeing around things.”

“Good, because I hate it too.” She thanked her amazing self-control because her feet stood their ground, not shaking with the anticipated offer.

“Do you have a ride back home, right?”

“Yes, I do. We all do, actually.” Y/N frowned.

“What about a place to put all this money?”

“Yes, Youngho, I do.”

“And a boyfriend? Do you have one?”

She couldn’t believe it at first, but then she grinned.

“Smooth as fuck, sir.” Y/N felt goosebumps all over her skin. “But no, I don’t have one yet.”

“Yet?”

“It’s not that I’m looking around, but one may come eventually, don’t you think?”

“I’m surprised he didn’t arrive sooner.” Youngho blinked, his eyes shining even more. “But it makes things easier for me. Would you like to hang out any time? Maybe have dinner…”

Y/N gulped, a bit shocked. She hoped he’d be like “I can pay you around 3k, so maybe you can suck my dick and let me fuck you?!”, because that’s what she used to hear from the guys that wanted to sleep with her. Being a stripper, sometimes and for some people, meant she was also a prostitute. It was “common knowledge”, even though it was wrong. But at least Johnny seemed interested in having dinner with her first.

That was too dangerous.

“Sorry, Youngho, but I don’t fuck business.”

To her surprise, he laughed. A relaxed, full of humour and sweet sound. Nothing erotic nor offensive. He laughed as if she really told him a good joke.

“You don’t accept drinks, don’t accept dinner offers… Then you don’t fuck business. What do you do, Y/N?” Johnny crossed his legs. His trousers were thick against his thighs, she noticed. Oh, it was torture to acknowledge his strong muscles since she wasn’t able to sit on them.

“I accept payments and pretend I have some sort of power over men.” Y/N smiled. “Excuse me, then, Youngho. The girls might be tired and wanting to go home.”

“I’ll see you again, Y/N.” He said.

“Yeah, maybe.” She shrugged, opening the door.

“It wasn’t a suggestion, princess.”

Y/N swore she’d never forget the diabolic shine he had in his eyes.

●●●

And she never did.

During two whole months, Y/N felt as if Johnny was observing her, even though it was impossible. They never met after the party. Not even once. No one talked about him either. Totti had five more jobs for her, in exclusive parties, but no Seo Youngho in them.

However, every time she arrived in university it was as if someone was following her. When she went home, until she locked up her door, she felt eyes on her. When she was sleeping, she had glimpses of those golden eyes although Johnny had nothing to do with her dreams. Every once in a while, she felt the coldness of his skin.

He was slowly driving her crazy.

On that specific Wednesday, Y/N had had the worse of days. First of all, her teacher made her re-do her paper because she didn’t used the theory she (her teacher) wanted. Then, her job was shit since one of the new interns fucked up a project and she had to clean up their mess. So, thinking that her evening would end better, Y/N had the worst part: her tennis coach cancelled the class because his wife was giving birth.

Capital!

No good grades. No productive day on her job. No “stress-relieving” sports night.

It was indeed amazing.

To top everything, she received a call from Totti when she had just arrived home. Sad days like that reminded her of the only antidote to sadness: Arabic food from the Lebanese food-truck two blocks away from her building. One of her favourite cuisines was the Arabic one, and she was the luckiest girl ever when she found out about that food-truck.

“Hello Kashir!” Y/N smiled when she saw the middle-aged man. “Today I’m exceptionally hungry, so let’s make it a huge order: one large Lebanese beef schawarma, fattoush and baba ghanoush dip, please. Also, I want two attayefs with extra cream.”

“Wow, you’re really hungry. Two desserts in one night?!”

“Attayefs are my weak spot, Kashir.” She shrugged.

“Alright, little lamb.” He smiled. “It’ll be ready in a minute.”

Y/N sat down to wait for the food, and while at it, she checked up her Instagram. Lin had mentioned her in a picture of a celebrity they liked. When Y/N opened it, she decided she was actually overrated. Her smile seemed fake, her eyes had no expression and the way her arms were wrapped around Seo Youngho only made her look like an attention whore.

She closed her phone as soon as she zoomed in his face.

Those eyes – kinda gold even in pictures – had that hint of cognac that drove her mad. How was that possible?! Y/N never met anyone with eyes like his.

He said that they’d see each other again, but turns out he had other things to do.

Or girls…

“The incredible Johnny Seo.” Y/N mocked the actress’ subtitle. “What’s so incredible about him tho? Being good-looking is nothing nowadays.” She scoffed.

Oh, for fuck sake! She was getting jealous over him!

Could the day get any worse?

 “You smell like Arabic food.” Totti smiled.

“Yeah, I ate some for dinner.”

“Good, so you’re happy.”

“Yeah, Totti, I am. But I have this feeling that my happiness won’t last…”

“Nah, don’t say that.” He waved a hand. “The thing is: I got this huge, huge deal.” He waved again, stressing how ‘huge’ it was. “And they want you.”

“They?”

“Actually, him. But, of course, I told him that it didn’t mean you’ll sleep with him. Also, that if he makes you uncomfortable you’re free to leave without finishing your performance. And, if he touches you without your consent, he’ll have to pay twice the price.”

“But who is he?”

“This I can’t tell you, it’s part of the contract. However, we can call him ‘Devil’.”

“Oh, fuck, Totti.” She rolled her eyes. “You’re really selling me to someone I don’t even know?! What makes you think I’ll accept doing it?”

“I’m not selling you, Y/N! You know I’d never let you go to some creepy dude! You’re one of my golden girls, for fuck sake! What do you take me for?!” He frowned, offended.

“The thing is: I have no idea who the fuck ‘Devil’ is.” She mocked the nickname. “And I have to re-do a fucking paper because my teacher is a cunt. Literally. Also, Janet, this new intern, fucked up a building renovation and I had to clean up her mess the entire evening. I’m so exhausted I can’t even think about dancing to some unknown weird guy.”

“Y/N, Jesus Christ, he’s willing to pay 14k for you. Can you fucking imagine?! 14k just for you to wiggle around and whip him in the thigh.” Totti almost screamed. “I mean, 14k is what you’re gonna receive after I take my part.”

Her eyes grew at the payment.

“14,000 pounds? You swear?!”

“On my mom’s life. 14k, girl!”

“W-what the fuck.” She was shocked.

No one ever offered so much money to have her. No one ever seemed interested in only having a private dance for 14k. If this guy wasn’t crazy, he was obsessed about her.

“I’m in.” She gulped, replying as fast as possible. She couldn’t back out when so much money was on line. The things she could do with that… The places she could go! “I’m so in.”

“Oh, girl, when money talks…” Totti smirked. “Get ready for Friday, 9P.M. I’ll get a car to take you there. Don’t worry, it’s in a hotel.”

“People can still get murdered in hotels, Totti.”

“Yeah, but not you.” He winked. “Relax, really. He’s a VIP member of my club and he’s extremely respectful towards women. If anything bad happen, he knows I’ll have his head.”

“Good; it’s good that you pretend to care with so much confidence.” She joked, but her heart was beating fast. She’d definitely tell the girls about it, so they could just be aware.

●●●

Y/N finished her second cognac glass, thriving on the hot and sweet syrup. She paid the barman and walked to the lobby again. Breathing in and out, slowly, she gathered up enough courage to go to the hotel room her “guest” was in. Pressing the 24th button, the last floor, she waited for the elevator to arrive in there.

The 2402 room had its door a bit open, an invitation to her just walk there, without knocking. Her stomach flipped with anxiety, since she had no idea with whom she’d deal with. It was moments like those that she wished she had faith to lean on and ask for protection, since she was afraid. However, her religion was money and she’d get down on her knees and do whatever it wanted. Y/N blinked twice, taking a deep breath and stepping in.

It wasn’t a regular hotel room, she noticed. The wide space had glass windows that faced the city lights instead of walls. On the bed space, it had an amazing black brick wall; two medium yellow light lamps illuminated the silky grey bed sheets and gave it a sensual atmosphere. Next to one of the window-wall, a round dinner table was set. Y/N felt a strange comfort in being there… Minimalist decorations were her weak spot, honestly.

She left her purse on the dining table, amused that it really had food in it. Before she could restrain herself, one of her hands grabbed a strawberry.

The door made a locking sound.

Devil had arrived.

“Oh, you’re already here.”

She turned around only to find Seo Youngho dressed in a silky red suit, his black hair parted in the middle, his dark, cognac eyes shining in a low glow. And she knew, in that very specific moment, that they would sleep together.

“So it was you.”

“I said we’d see each other again.” Johnny smiled.

“I thought you were too busy being The Incredible Johnny Seo to remember me.”

He frowned for a small second, and then smirked – his gaze turning into something more predatory. So she saw the picture and she felt slightly jealous about it... Wow, his day just couldn’t get any better. He had it all schemed in his mind, prepared for a battle, but Y/N was making it so easy.

“And I thought you were too busy not fucking business to remember me.”

She scoffed.

“What does this even mean?!”

“This mean that I paid for a lap dance and I’m eager to have it.” He said, relaxed. “And, maybe, just maybe, if you behave like a good girl, we can dine together.”

Y/N scoffed again.

“You’re so arrogant, sir.”

“Yeah, they tell me this all the time.” Johnny pointed to the bed. “Should we do it there?”

“No, just grab a chair and… Ugh, put it anywhere.” Y/N gestured vaguely.

Deciding she’d make a mess of that arrogant face, Y/N prepared herself to the best lap dance she could give someone. Having created a new performance, she didn’t bring the whips and the Burlesque lingerie she used to wear; instead, she had this emerald velvet and lace set – with a triangle bralette, together only with a black velvet choker and her black heels. Turning on the song, Y/N sighed, getting rid of all her stress. It was time to get into character.

Youngho was sitting in the middle of the room, but somehow right in front of the bed. Playing the music, Y/N walked slowly towards him. Her eyes focused on his figure, taking in how gorgeous that man was. It was weird that she still couldn’t get over his beauty, it was like he awakened all her hidden lust… Like he was always trying to find a way to seduce her.

Touching the hem of her dress, Y/N started her performance. She could feel his eyes boring into her, totally interested by what she could offer. A mutual interest, if she was being honest. Y/N wanted to register every reaction he had, savour them, just like she did at his party. She twirled and wiggled, her butt always near his hands, provoking, tempting. Every time she would do a lap dance, Y/N reminded herself from what the pole dance teacher had once said: “Men don’t really care for clothing and how you take it off; all they want to see are your tits and – if you’re feeling generous, your pussy –, ideally, as soon as possible”. That’s why she was always quite quick in getting undressed. Things in lingerie were absolutely more fun.

Pulling her dress straps aside, Y/N got rid of the fabric, revealing herself in her new undergarments. Youngho saw the velvet set and his mind went blank. Y/N was truly ethereal. She was an art piece and he wanted her locked in in Louvre, Prado or whatever museum she’d prefer. His hands ached to touch her smooth skin, to feel every piece of life she had to give. In that moment, he was grateful God created humans.

He licked his lips when she knelt in front of him, her small and warm hands touching his thighs while she leaned forward, obviously showing him her breasts.

“Oh.” Johnny wanted to curse, but his breath got caught in his throat. “It tickles.”

Y/N smirked like she was the personification of lust. Her aura changed slightly, only showing the effect Johnny had on her. He wanted to kiss her, eat her open. Then, without the inconvenience of clothes, she approached him again – a burst of courage running through her blood. She faced away from Youngho, her ass barely touching in his lap as she slowly pressed it into his knees. He swallowed hard, excitement jolting through his body. Due to their agreement, Johnny kept his hands out of equation, but he had to fight the urge to grab that pretentious butt. She slowly leaned back in, her shoulders touching his chest. Surprising him, Y/N turned around smoothly, opening her legs and bending down for less than a second, then walked away. Johnny felt one arm slowly gripping his shoulder, her nails scratching his suit slightly. She pulled his jacket off, leaving him in his black button-down shirt. Feeling his muscles, Y/N forgot for a moment what she was doing – hypnotised by his strong body. Caressing his chest down, she purred, loving how it felt on her fingers. Johnny bent his head backwards, his smooth hair grazing her skin and making Y/N shiver, bringing her back to reality. And that was when Youngho realised he had a lot of power over her, too. The look in her eyes were like pleads of pure lust. For a brief moment, she gave him a sweet, subtle grin, sitting on his lap with one leg at each side. He was shocked. Enjoying it, of course, but shocked.

What happened to the “No touch” rule?

“Is this part of the performance?” He heard a low chuckle. “Honestly, I wasn’t expecting this.”

“Neither was I.” She confessed. “But I’m doing a new dance.” Her mouth was so close, her body so warm, her light… Oh, boy, her light!

Thinking fast, Youngho decided to put his evil nature to good use.

“I doubt you can ride my thigh for 4,000 pounds.” He breathed out, the hot air hitting her and making her shiver. “You’re already seated, mei fortuna.”

Y/N’s lip suddenly went dry, her body tensed up but she knew it was ready to do whatever he asked for. She wasn’t used to being aroused by just a single sentence, let it out by a strange petname she had no idea about the meaning. However, it somehow seemed so right. Besides, with more 4k, she would have 18k. That was a shit ton of money. That was perfect.

“Alright, sir.” Cocking her head to the side, she looked right into his eyes, needy for something.

The smug smile Johnny had on his face deserved to be on an art gallery. Having her saying “Sir” while she started to rock her pussy against his leg was just out of this world, Hell and Heaven. He felt – ironically – like a god. Y/N moaned lowly, her fingers digging into his shoulder while she looked down to his mouth, licking her lips again. That made him use his last trick:

“I dare you to kiss me for more 8,000 pounds.”

Her eyes sparkled in pure desire: for both kisses and money. Johnny had no doubt she’d do it… And he had no doubt it’d be glorious.

Y/N reached for his mouth eagerly. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer, her head bent down because of her position. They met in a sensual tongue dance, his hands grabbing her hips and making her move while he drank every sound from her. They were hungry for each other, but decided to keep things slow. She pulled at Johnny’s hair, moaning slightly from the softness – and from the pressure his thigh made on her clit –; the kiss became wet, more desperate. Johnny could feel her light starting to give in to his darkness, his vitality increasing by every second… And he never felt better. 

Bribing her was his best idea.

His fingers hooked against the velvet bra, pulling it to the side and getting a better touch of her boobs. Youngho heard her purring again and felt her body heavy against his. Y/N was totally seduced by him. Devouring her, he started stroking her nipples, pinching it a bit and swallowing her moans. He sucked on her tongue, motioning what he would do with her neck, her beautiful breasts, and luckily – her pussy.

“Do you,” Johnny left her mouth for a second. “like it rough?”

She panted.

“Damn, I do.”

His lips met her neck while he unclasped her bra. Throwing it away, he left a trail of kisses from her base to her nipple, then coming up again.

“Good, ‘cause I don’t do it any other way.”

He seemed so confident that they’d end up having sex that Y/N also bought it. She could feel his muscles against her – while she rocked her hips in search of some relief, they were flexing as if they knew the right amount of hardness that could drive her crazy. One of Youngho’s hand came to grab her breast, the other one still helping her to keep on moving. He squeezed the round surface, then moved to her neck, wrapping around it but barely making any pressure. Moaning defeated, Y/N closed her eyes, her body numb. How did he guess her most secret kink?! Without warning, he clenched his fingers, chocking her slightly.

She trembled against his thigh, her nails sinking into his left arm and right shoulder. He mimicked the move, earning another shaky hip thrust. He put some more pressure, adoring how she quickened her pace – now truly hoping for an orgasm.

“Do you wanna cum?” He asked, cocky. Y/N shook her head. “Mhm… Don’t think so.” He stopped her hips. “First you gotta ask, mei fortuna. It’s not that easy, you know?”

Y/N opened her eyes, quite annoyed. She wanted to scoff and tell him to fuck off, but she knew her mouth would actually say ‘Fuck me, please’.

“Can I cum, Youngho?”

“Hm… That’s not really my name, princess. Try again.”

She growled, now more annoyed then before.

“Can I cum… What the fuck am I supposed to call you? Devil?”

He laughed at her angry spat.

“That’s also what they call me, even though it’s not what I’m looking forward hearing from you. Although I asked you not to, you’ve called me that a hundred times, if this may help.”

Y/N recalled the day they first met, a word surging on her mind on the spot.

“Can I cum, sir?”

Johnny’s smile would’ve made all city blind.

“Behave yourself and then I might let it happen.”

She opened her mouth to protest, but he bounced his leg and she shut up.

“Move.” He said in a low voice.

Grinding back on him, Y/N noticed what made her so angry: that man was stupidly handsome, sexual and was about to make her cum in a short time. It wasn’t fair at all. Leaving his shoulders, her fingers started unbuttoning his shirt, each hole revealing his bare chest. Toned, slightly tanned and delicious. Without asking, Y/N leaned forward, kissing his neck while her hands went through the fabric to touch his skin. Youngho growled in pure satisfaction, and the sound was enough to push her to the edge. Swirling her tongue, she copied the motion with her hips, in a lethargic rhythm, just because she loved suffering.

“Choke me again, sir.” She whispered in his ear, lust filling her voice. “Please.”

Johnny’s hand caressed her whole body before stopping on her neck, wrapping it and squeezing it stronger than last time. Y/N’s eyes flew shut, a wave of pleasure washing through her as she felt herself come undone. Rocking her hips with more strength, Y/N rode her orgasm just thinking about riding Johnny for real. If he made her cum with only his thigh, she couldn’t imagine what he would do to her with his dick.

The went room silent for a brief second as the song ended.

“Are you done or is it part of the show?”

“I’m done.” She spoke, opening her eyes to find those devilish yellow orbits looking at her.

“Capital.” He kissed her hungrily.

Y/N took his shirt off, her mouth rough against his. She felt his strong back, grazing her fingers against every inch of skin she could touch. He was so cold even in a heated moment, and that was weird, but she only felt more aroused by him. Johnny touched her legs, putting them around his hips as the kiss came to an end.

“We’re going up. Hold tight.”

“Oh my God, it’s happening.” She whispered to herself, but due to their proximity, he heard.

“Well, I’ve never heard you calling God, I’m quite surprised you’re doing this while we sin.” He chuckled; having in mind he indulged her to commit two of the seven deadly sins.

“It’s my first time doing it, to be honest. But I have this strange feeling I’ll be calling Him a lot today.” She felt the mattress on her back. They were on the bed.

“Poor lad, having you calling him in such a dirty situation.”

“Then whom should I call? Satan?”

Johnny grinned. “That would be reasonable, but he might be quite busy, don’t you think? Why don’t you just call me, instead?”

“But shouldn’t I call you ‘Sir’? It’s weird to moan ‘Sir’.”

“I can’t decide whether you’re being sarcastic or really confused.”

“Maybe I was being sarcastic…” She smirked, her fingers touching his collarbones. “Your skin is so cold, sir. Why’s that?”

“Youngho.” He pecked her lips, pulling himself over her and hating the fact that she noticed how cold he was. It was time to capture her total attention. “Call me Youngho now.”

“So we’re dropping the ‘Sir’ thing, sir?” Y/N blinked innocently.

“Are you mocking me?”

“Maybe.”

Johnny smiled, getting up and sitting on the bed. He patted his lap and looked at her. “Come here, mei fortuna. You should’ve known better than this.”

“Do I get to sit on your lap again, sir?”

“No, princess, you get a good spanking session for being a brat.”

“Oh, so you like brat taming?” She laid down on him, her belly pressed against his knees.

“You got way too comfortable with me. Minutes ago you were trying to put out a femme fatale facade, now you’re all talkative and making fun of my kinks.” He chuckled, caressing her bum.

“You gave me an orgasm, sir. This actually means a lot to me.” Y/N held on the bed sheets, anxious for when he’d start the punishment.

“Hm… So now I mean something to you?! Did I go up a level? Am I no longer ‘business’?”

“You were never business, sir.”

One slap.

She jumped out of surprise, her butt aching and a scream caught up on her throat.

“If you lie again, I’ll have to double the slaps.”

“Jesus Christ, Youngho! You could at least have warned me you were starting!”

Johnny grinned with immense pleasure. Only Y/N would use his name along with Jesus in the same sentence. Yuta would laugh for days if he knew about it.

“Why? You want to count how many slaps you’ll get?!”

“No. Just so I can prepare myself.”

“Then it’s no fun, Y/N.” He slapped her again.

“Fuck.” She spat, still feeling it ache. How many slaps should she take until the pleasure arrived?

She got 12, in total. Around seven, Y/N’s eyes were filled with tears, but every time Johnny’s cold skin touched her, she could feel her pussy getting wet. Again. But when she thought he was over, Johnny pushed her panties to the side and slightly touched her, coating her juices on his fingers and stroking up and down. Y/N moaned softly, completely doomed.

Johnny started finger-fucking her, going in and out in a slow motion just to push her over the edge. His bulge was aching, but he knew better than to go to the main act right now. He loved taking things slow and he’d savour every piece of her… He’d savour every second of totally corrupting her and taking over her entirely. That delicious light, oh, he’d have it all. Y/N propped up on her knees, still being fingered by him, and started undoing his belt.

She palmed his hard member, pulling his trousers plus underwear down a bit to reveal it. Y/N chuckled, quite nervous but quite satisfied, and leaned downwards, licking the tip of his cock. Youngho stopped his movements and growled, making Y/N look up to find him watching her with hungry eyes. She used one hand to stroke all his length, moving it back and forth, just warming up. Knowing that sucking it or masturbating it weren’t everything, she used her free hand to pay extra care in his balls; she held one of them and squeezed it gently. Almost at the same second, Johnny pulled on her hair, forcing her head down. Y/N licked his shaft once again, increased the pressure on his testicle, swirling her tongue while she blinked fast, adjusting him in her mouth. His dominant side made an appearance again, because he started bobbing her head in his desired rhythm, hips thrusting in as she came down.

“You’re so eager to please, mei fortuna. I’m so lucky.” Johnny purred.

Y/N scratched his thighs at the sound of the petname, strangely flattered. She kept sucking him, concentrated in giving him enough space to fuck her mouth. A loud slap echoed in the room and she realised he had smacked her butt again. Stopping on track, she looked up at him.

“Keep going, Y/N.” He breathed out, looking tortured.

She left the bed, getting on her knees in front of him. That way, she had more stability to suck him off and he could control her better. Focusing on the tip, Y/N dragged her tongue around it, sucking slightly and making a “pop” sound, repeating it all over again until Johnny gave in, thrusting back on her mouth in a quick pace. He growled, hips fast and hands tightening around her hair, pushing her face down with every thrust. She gagged a bit, eyes tearing as he kept mouthfucking her, searching for his own release. Johnny was careful not to suffocate or hurt her in any way other than pleasurable, but when he felt his orgasm arrive, he couldn’t help but hold her head with a bit more strength than needed, pulling at her hair tighter.

He suddenly stopped, making Y/N frown due to the small pain in her scalp and abrupt pause. However, when she looked up, she didn’t know whether she was crazy or very enchanted. Youngho’s eyes were a shade brighter than amber, like liquid gold she so much loved on jewellery.

Jesus Christ, the man was stupidly handsome.

Without saying anything, she stood up, pushing her panties down and crawling back to his lap. Wrapping her arms around his neck, Y/N kissed him eagerly. Mouths colliding in tongues and teeth, their hands grabbing any skin they found on the way. Youngho started to get familiar and enjoy those delicious sensations that any miserable touch of Y/N made him feel. The kiss began to slow down, but still extremely charged with lust. Her lips touched his neck, biting hard on the sensitive flesh as she lifted her hips to grind him. He could feel her warm body tensing, her heart beating too fast; and he decided he had dragged it for too long. Pushing her to the side so she could lay on the bed, Youngho took his trousers completely off, grabbing the condom before throwing the fabric somewhere in the room.

“On your back, ass up, face down.” He told her, his voice raspy.

Y/N got on all fours, anxious. She heard the plastic ripping and a soft grunt – probably because he was putting the condom on. Y/N closed her eyes, waiting. She felt a weight on the mattress and then Johnny’s cold skin. The tip of his fingers ghosted around her butt, brushing against her wet pussy and slipping in, while he gave her another slap. She only moaned, too tense to move or argue with him. He fingerfucked her for a brief moment, then positioned himself behind her, moaning a husky ‘Fuck’ when he entered her warmth. It was amazing how with Y/N he didn’t feel so cold, just more alive. She clenched around him, and Johnny felt her aura wave, as if it was fighting against something.

“Let me in.” He murmured, knowing she wouldn’t understand at all.

But Y/N did. Her body was hectic, her heart beating too fast for her liking. Her head felt heavy, her limbs going numb, and with every thrust it was as though Youngho wanted to crawl under her skin, as if he was colonising all her cells. As if he was taking everything from her. She was sweaty, tiring out, but she couldn’t stop. Youngho kept going rough, hitting all the right spots and taking her to a spiral of pleasure, one she would never forget, one she always only heard about, but never experienced. Even if his pace was slow, Y/N felt everything. It was intense, raw and lustful. 

Devilish, indeed.

Another slap made her stiffen, this time grabbing some of the bed sheets to muffle her scream. He pulled on her hair, bringing her up so her back was touching his chest, and then she felt his teeth on her shoulder, biting hard, ready to mark her. Johnny’s pace got quicker, their bodies making noises when their flesh met. He loosen the grip on her hair completely, only to wrap his hand around her neck. Jesus Christ, she was about to convulse. Y/N gripped on his arm, trying to stay still while he restlessly thrust in her… Until she felt the pressure on her lungs. She could barely function, the choking way too much for her to ignore the pleasure. Y/N clenched again, on the verge of a powerful orgasm. Youngho started whispering in a different language, something a bit archaic and hard to decipher; it sounded like Latin, yet, kinda unique, and it had a strange effect – like a curse being said, hypnotising her. Her eyelids got heavy and she gave herself in, falling right into nirvana.

Y/N understood clearly the meaning of “Le petit mort”. She could feel her heart beating so fast while her whole body gave up shaking. Her body hit the mattress and she opened her eyes, feeling herself suffocate in a sweet but agonising sensation. Gasping for air, she found nothing but Johnny’s intense gaze on her, as if he was mesmerised with her struggle.

Then she realised… She was really dying.

●●●

A loud thud on the room made Yuta roll his eyes.

“You really can’t stop yourself from being noisy, can you?”

“I was trying hard, mate.” Lucas sighed. “Did she wake up?”

“Nothing yet. However, her pulse came back and her heart is beating.”

“It’s been three days already; her friends are going nuts.”

“Well, I’m doing my best here, but I honestly have no idea of what happened. Johnny won’t talk and she won’t wake up.” Yuta spat. “I’m not a healer of any kind.”

“It’s alright, let’s not worry too much. If corrupting beings of light were this problematic, no one would bother doing so. Maybe it’s because she doesn’t believe in us…”

Youngho entered the room before Lucas could finish his thought. Yuta and he had shifts on taking care of Y/N, since they were the most skilled on weird stuff. He never expected her to die, neither to revive. He expected nothing but getting more powerful and earning more fame for corrupting a soul like hers. Then again, she was like that: cold, slightly lifeless and ethereal.

“How’s babysitting?’

“Good now that it’s over.” Yuta stood up. “She didn’t wake up.”

“I figured it out.” He sighed. “Her friends are sleeping over again.”

“Yay, another night with humans.” Yuta was grumpy. “I have no idea what you told them, but it would help me a lot if you really tell me what the fuck happened on that night.”

“I’ve told you already, bro. We fucked, she collapsed then died.”

“This isn’t right, Johnny. Things weren’t supposed to happen like this.”

He shrugged, offering his friend a smug smile.

“What can I do? It already happened.”

“You should find a way to fix it! You’re now powerful enough to do so.”

“Oh, all saints and demons out there, please help me!” He rolled his eyes. “Yuta, I have no idea what the fuck happened to her, I can’t feel her soul anymore and I don’t know how she’s still alive.” He looked at the girl on his bed. “I don’t think I can help in this since I don’t understand it. Let’s wait for her to wake up, and then I can try to figure something out.”

Johnny sat down next to her, opening a book and totally ignoring Yuta. He was in the middle of a chapter when he heard something moving on the bed sheets. Looking to his side, Johnny got startled: Y/N was sitting, her back straight and her head turned to him. When she blinked, he couldn’t ignore the yellow glow on her eyes.

“Mei fortuna?” He tried. “Are you ok?”

“What the fuck happened?”

“Fuck, you sound like Yuta.” He sighed.

“Youngho, honestly…” Her eyes went fully yellow.

Then he realised.

Jesus Christ, he turned her into a demon.

[choupichoups]

Press F (Instagram/College AU) Ch.9

Lucas swears he’s the absolute master of undetected stalking. Or: Eliott is instagram famous and Lucas is the disaster gay who accidentally likes his post.

He’s in the library, trying to study for his upcoming chemistry exam– trying being the keyword over here because his needy as hell boyfriend seems physically unable to detach himself from Lucas.

Boyfriend. Boyfriend. He still can’t believe he’s free to use that word with Eliott. 

daph.pink You’re really not saying anything about Eliott?? 

lucallemant It’s all over my instagram 

martineau.brie He lives!!

em.brgs You didn’t even warn us You were all hurr durr we just follow each other And next thing we know you’re canoodling with the guy

daph.pink Is it official??

em.brgs They’ve literally been cheese posting on insta 

daph.pink So? It was their hands, no faces 

goodgalimane I think the comments give it away And check Lucas’ story just now 

daph.pink Omg  I missed that

lucallemant  Yeah we’re together 

martineau.brie LOL DETAILS

goodgalimane NO details 

lucallemant  Lol no details 

manon.demissy I’m so!! happy for you Lucas!!!

lucallemant :)

“I thought you were studying?” Eliott nuzzles sleepily into his shoulder, propping his chin up to deign Lucas with a disappointed pout. 

Lucas doesn’t look over just to spite him. “I thought you were sleeping?” 

“I can’t fucking sleep when—” He digs inside his jeans pocket for his phone, struggling with the task as Lucas watches on, amused. “When this thing keeps going off.” As if on cue, his phone pings with another notification and Eliott opens it up with an exasperated sigh. “Oh shit.”

“Oh shit what?” 

“We need to leave.” 

“Why? No!” Lucas finds himself gathering his notes and textbooks together despite his own words. “What’s wrong?”

“They’re coming.”

“Who?” 

“Those little demons—” Before Eliott can finish, a chorus of footsteps stumbles into their area. They’re in a corner at the back of the library, where Lucas usually spends his time whenever he needs to hide and focus on his studies. He’s perfected the timing to the tee, knowing when exactly to arrive so that he’d have the place all to himself.

So much for that today, though. 

“Lucas!” Abe greets him like a long lost friend, which makes Lucas laugh. He can pick him out from the group as they’ve seen each other once before when Lucas had been over at Imane’s. “Good to see you again.” 

“Hey,” Lucas says, nodding and accepting the offered hands for a high five. The other boys thankfully have their faces on their Instagram profiles so he has a vague idea of who’s who already even before Eliott begrudgingly stands up to introduce everyone. 

“So you all know Lucas,” Eliott starts, holding his hand out to pull Lucas up from the couch as well. “Lucas, these are my idiot friends, I think they’ve been bothering you for the past few days and I’m very sorry about that.” 

“We’re not bothering him.”

“We’re making friends.” 

There’s a thump and a crash and then Idris’ head pops in from between the shelves. “There you all are! I was lost.” Idris carefully jogs up to them, trying to make as little noise as possible. “Hey, Lucas,” he greets with excitement, reaching over to pull him into a hug that lasts all of two seconds before Eliott’s arm slips in between. His hand pushes Idris away by the face. “Ow, rude!” Idris yelps and the rest of the guys snicker, making disapproving tutting noises while Eliott pulls Lucas to himself. 

Lucas snorts, kissing the frown off of Eliott’s face. 

“Okay, stop. We get it, you’re in love.” He thinks that’s Adam who’s speaking. 

“No, deal with it. You all invited yourselves here.” Eliott waves a dismissive hand, sticking his tongue out like an irate child. 

Emir rolls his eyes, shushing Omar when he starts to protest. “We wouldn’t be here if you just answered your fucking phone.” 

“Oh yeah!” Abe claps his hands together and the guys shush him all at once, frantically pointing to where the librarian is looking increasingly irked. “Sorry, okay, so. This guy in my class is throwing a party this Friday and he’s asking if you’re coming?” 

Eliott’s eyes narrow. “Are you all going?” 

“Yeah, but he’s asking about you cause, you know, it’s gonna be real big if you’re there.” Omar laughs, tapping at something on his phone. “See? He’s already tagging some of the popular students in it. I still don’t know if it’s a brave or a dumb move.” 

“More like a shameless move,” Emir mumbles from the side. 

Lucas blinks at the blatant exploiting of Eliott’s fame. He looks up at Eliott to watch his expression but his boyfriend doesn’t seem to have a problem with it. There’s an amused smile playing at his lips and he stares down at Lucas, quirking a brow as if asking what he thinks about it.

Belatedly, he realizes that Eliott’s only going if Lucas himself is going. “Uh.” This is too much power for his irresponsible hands.

“Lucas, say yes, the more people come, the more free booze will appear,” Idris whispers jokingly, flinching when Emir smacks him upside the head. 

“I… yeah? Okay. Can I bring some people?” 

“Hell yeah, bring everyone you know. Okay, cool. I’ll let little Tommy over here know that he’s got Eliott Demaury in attendance.”

Lucas’ phone vibrates with a text message, stealing his attention away from the rest of the conversation.

Marie Hi, Lucas. I have an emergency back home so I’ll be out of the country for a couple of weeks. I was wondering if you’d be able to look after Champ again while I’m gone? 

Lucas Hey Marie, yeah for sure! I wouldn’t mind

Marie Thank you so much!

Lucas When are you leaving?

Marie In two days 

Lucas  Did you want me to pick her up now so you don’t have to worry about anything tomorrow? 

Marie That would be so helpful  Thank you so much, my dear 

Lucas I’ll be there in a few!!

When he tunes back in, the guys are already starting to file out, arguing about something that Lucas has completely missed. 

“Anyway, Eliott, see you in class at some point. Lucas, see you on Friday.” Idris shoots them some finger guns, walking backwards as they all try to squeeze out of the area at once. 

Lucas has no idea how the librarian's managed to resist kicking them all out. 

“Do you remember Champagne?” He flicks through the bus schedule on his phone, trying to see how long it would take for him to get to Marie’s house from here. He’s not used to busing directly to her place, they usually meet up at the clinic with his mother. 

“The dog you take on dates?” 

He laughs, recalling the conversation they had after posting that particular photo. “Yeah, her owner’s going away for a bit so she’s gonna be staying with me. I have to go pick her up. Wanna come?”

Eliott’s positively glowing at him and Lucas has to blink back from the blinding sunshine in his smile. “Yeah, of course.” Lucas doesn’t know why Eliott looks like he’s just been offered a white picket fence and three Labrador puppies but he’s not about to set out and dampen that lovely grin. 

“Okay, let me study a bit more and then we go.”

“Sure.”

Marie and Champagne are waiting by the front porch when the two of them arrive and Eliott falls to his knees, making embarrassing inhuman noises as Champagne toddles over in all her fluffy little glory. 

“Oh my god!” Eliott hisses, hands held out at the ready so that Champ can run straight into his arms. “Oh my god, Lucas! She’s so cute.”

“That she is.” He crouches down to rub a thumb over Champ’s face, laughing when an annoyed paw pushes his finger away. “Hey, Marie.” 

“Hi, Lucas.” Her eyes flick over to Eliott, a knowing smile plastered on her red stained lips. Lucas rolls her eyes at her and she lets out an uncharacteristic chortle-- Marie’s truly feeling more and more like that one laid back aunt who indulges you in anything and everything than simply being his mama’s nurse.

“Hello!” Eliott jumps up, Champ held securely in his arms. She seems to be enjoying her current perch and Lucas doesn’t blame her; Eliott gives the warmest, softest cuddles. “I’m Eliott.” 

“Nice to meet you, Eliott.” Marie continues to give Lucas that look and he finally gives in, rubbing a hand over his face, trying for a nonchalant expression that he’s sure misses the mark completely. 

“He’s my boyfriend.” 

Lucas hadn't thought it possible but Eliott seems to perk up even more. 

"It’s nice to meet you too,” Eliott says, gracing Marie with a smile before turning to gaze down at Lucas.

“Um,” Lucas fumbles for words, still getting used to Eliott’s constant undivided attention towards him. “So we’ll just grab her stuff and get out of your way?” 

Marie giggles, actually giggles at him. “Here you go, dear.” She hands over a grocery bag packed with supplies to Lucas and Champ’s leash to Eliott. “You still remember her schedule?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Alright, I’m not sure exactly when I’ll be back but it shouldn’t go over a month.” Marie glances at her wristwatch and sighs, clasping her hands together as she glances at both of them. “Well it was nice seeing you boys. I have to clean up around the house some more.” Leaning over, she gives Lucas a small peck on the cheek and Eliott graciously ducks down when she goes to do the same to him. 

Champ’s squirming in Eliott’s arms by now so Lucas pulls her to the ground to clip the leash to her collar. “I’ll see you when you get back then,” Lucas says, straightening up. Eliott grabs the grocery bag Lucas has placed on the ground. 

“Thank you again, Lucas.” Marie walks them to the gate, waving goodbye as they leave. That weird expression is still on her face and god damn it, when will people stop teasing him already. 

“Anytime!” Lucas shouts over his shoulder, grinning as Champ starts running with all the might in her tiny, stubby legs. 

Lucas goes straight to the cafe after classes on Friday, having forgotten his chemistry textbook there during his last shift. Good thing he’d already studied well before the exam or he would have sent himself straight into a panic attack on Thursday. 

They’re trying to convince Basile out of wearing his lucky sweater vest on the group chat when a rapid succession of messages has his mood doused in cold water, a heavy load of unease dropping right in the middle of his stomach.

Mama I had a dream I was burning  It was terrifying  Hell must feel something like this 

Lucas Are you okay, mama? Do you want me there?

Mama It’s okay, my dear son  I will go to confession tomorrow  He will forgive all I’ve done wrong Just like he’s always done

Lucas Okay, take care tomorrow I love you 

His mama hasn’t sent a text like that in a while. It’s been really good with her ever since Lucas has switched her over to another clinic near campus. Marie has been an angel for them— her constant presence and genuine friendship has helped his mama through a lot. 

But it’s not the first time Marie has been away, it’s not like his mama can’t cope without her— there are other capable nurses in the clinic. Something must have happened.

He enters the cafe with his head down, staring at the messages as if that would help decipher the story behind them. Lucas knows his mother through and through. It’s a comfort for her to be able to send him messages when she’s having a rough time, but she likes to cover the truth in her words behind bible verses and senseless religion talk. 

There’s probably enough time for him to sneak a visit before going in for work tomorrow. He just has to make sure she’s doing fine with his own eyes. 

“Hey, Lucas.” Erin grins from the counter, seeming all too chipper for someone who’s working the late shift on a Friday night. “I’ve got your textbook right here.”

“Thanks.” Lucas reaches over the counter for it but pauses when he sees the small bouquet of flowers placed atop. “Uh, whose are those?” 

“Yours!” She beams, all giddy as she watches him run careful fingers over the soft petals. “Noel said some guy dropped it off for you earlier but, obviously you weren’t here, so they just left it with your stuff.” 

He’s almost a hundred percent sure it’s not Eliott. His guy knows that Lucas doesn’t work on Fridays so it wouldn’t make any sense for him to do this. Besides, they’re literally meeting up in an hour to go to the party together. It just doesn’t add up.

“Did he say what the guy looked like?” Lucas’s confused. He can’t think of anyone who would do this— sure he gets hit on at work sometimes but they’re mostly girls and never has it occurred to him that anyone would actually act on it. 

Erin shrugs. “He was in a rush when I got here so I didn’t get details.”

lucallemant Did you leave flowers at work for me?

srodulv No? You don’t even work today 

lucallemant Ok thought so 

srodulv Someone’s leaving you flowers?

lucallemant No lol I think it’s just a mistake

“Keep it in the back room, we need some life over there anyway.” Lucas stuffs the textbook in his bag and heads back towards the door.

“You don’t want them?” She looks thoroughly confused at the prospect of someone rejecting a bunch of flowers from a stranger. Her and Eliott would probably be great friends, bonding over romance and all. 

“No, they’re not from my boyfriend.” He waves her goodbye and jogs back home, equal parts excited and dreading what Champagne has been up to while he and Yann have been away on campus. The little rascal has a penchant for chewing up shoelaces when boredom gets a hold of her. He’s pretty sure they’ve hidden everything of import behind drawers and closets, though, so Champagne shouldn’t wreck too much havoc by herself. 

“I’m home!” He declares grandly, entering the door only to find Champagne with one corner of a couch cushion in her mouth. “You absolute brat.” She greets him back with a high pitched bark, tail beginning to wag as he makes his way over. “I missed you so much,” he says with a huff, taking her into his arms as he flops over on the couch, in need of some good cuddles. 

It feels like they’ve just settled in for a well deserved nap when a series of knocks interrupts the mindless monologue he’s mumbling into Champ’s fur. She must be so sick of him already. 

With a pained groan, he drags himself off the couch and opens the door to his daily reminder that Eliott Demaury is legions out of his league. 

“What the fuck,” he says, eyes dragging up and down in a quick motion. And then, because he can’t resist, “Seriously? It’s like you’re photoshopped.”

Eliott’s cackling up at the ceiling by the time Lucas’ eyes settle back on his face. But in all seriousness, he should probably drag his boyfriend inside before anyone catches Eliott hanging around Lucas and his ratty sweatpants. 

“If you wanted to do the Dirty Dancing lift, you could’ve just asked me, you know.”

It takes a moment for Lucas’ brain to catch up with the joke but then he scoffs, smacking Eliott’s hands away from him. “Don’t touch me, one of us will die if we attempt that.” 

Eliott looks like he’s got words about that but Champ takes the opportunity to remind them of her existence and Eliott gets effectively distracted. “My princess!” Eliott’s barely thrown his jacket over the nearest table before Champ’s already wiggling in his arms, yipping happily at the attention. “Yes, yes, I’ve missed you too, yes I did.” 

Lucas rolls his eyes at them as if he hasn’t been doing the exact same thing prior to Eliott’s arrival. He leaves the door unlocked for when Yann and the others arrive, throwing himself back into the cushions in an accurate imitation of a dolphin. 

“You’re not gonna get dressed?” Eliott asks, sitting on the armchair while Champ nibbles on his sleeves. 

“I don’t wanna go anymore,” Lucas warbles back at him. “I’m gonna look like a potato beside you.” 

The cushion next to him dips and he can feel Champ’s cold little nose sniffing around his head. Eliott’s hand follows right after, carding through his hair. “Don’t say that, you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.”

“You need to check your eyesight.”

Eliott laughs, “The doctor says I have 20/20 vision.”

“Well they’re lying.” 

“And why would they lie?” He feels insistent hands trying to turn him over but Lucas resists as much as he can, comfortable with his face mushed up against the pillows. 

“Because you’re actually about to turn blind but they’re letting you think that you can still see things normally.” 

Eliott’s persistence wins over Lucas’ laziness and he turns over, smiling when Eliott leans down to kiss him. “Is that so?”

“Yeah.” 

“Then I’ll have no problem with you being the last thing I see.”

“Ah.” Lucas tilts his head over the arm of the couch, looking at the door upside down when he hears the knob rattle. “That was too cheesy.” He’s pretty sure he’s not the only one hearing the faint voices coming from outside.

“Was it?” Eliott lets him up, laughing as he grabs Champ back for another round of cuddles while Basile, Arthur, and Yann sort themselves out at the door.

There’s a disgruntled bunch of people around the porch when they arrive at the party but the two bouncers stationed at the door take one look at Eliott and immediately usher them inside.

Lucas presses his lips together, looking up at Eliott and trying not to laugh. Whoever’s hosting this party must have made sure that Eliott Demaury must not be turned away at any cost. Eliott catches his expression and rolls his eyes, curling an arm over his shoulder as they navigate through the crowd. 

They get stopped more times that Lucas can count-- all fleeting chitchats that don’t last long enough for him to even remember the other person’s face. 

It’s not necessary anyway since every single one who approaches has their attention all on Eliott. Lucas gets a few curious glances but if these people follow Eliott on Instagram, they probably already know who Lucas is without question. It feels a bit weird, he’s not going to lie, but it’s a factor that comes with being in a relationship with Eliott so he’ll deal with it just fine.

“Eliott! Lucas!” He hears someone call out and they all turn to see Adam waving his arms wildly about. Imane and the girls are already at the table with them. 

When Idris comes by with a tray of drinks, puts a strangely sweet smelling cup of something in front of Lucas and a can of soda in front of Eliott, he turns to his boyfriend with a slightly surprised, “You don’t drink?”

Eliott shrugs. “I prefer not to.” He takes a sip of his soda, eyes sliding down towards Lucas. “I don’t really smoke either. I’m boring like that.” 

Lucas smiles, shaking his head. “Doesn’t make you boring.” He drags a hand up the back of Eliott’s head and pulls him down for a kiss. Eliott presses him harder into the back of the couch, almost spilling their drinks when his hand settles over the table for leverage. 

He stops paying attention from there.

The music’s loud all around them despite their best efforts to seclude themselves into a corner. Lucas’ heart pounds along with the bass, doesn’t need alcohol in his system for his head to cloud in haze. Eliott’s all he can see, hovering over him like this, and he’s intoxicated before Eliott even dares to slip searching fingers up the back of his shirt. 

Lucas buries his hands in Eliott’s hair, feeling like he’s going to melt away in the heat if he doesn’t hold on.

There’s a screech from beside him and Lucas startles, unwillingly distancing himself from Eliott to look around their friends and--

And what the fuck, how long have he and Eliott been zoned out for this to happen? 

Yann’s nearly passed out on one side while Arthur’s trying to crawl closer to him, one hand holding a tiny glass of neon pink liquid. Emma has two tiny glasses of vivid colours, holding them up over her head with a determined war cry. Abe and Idris are giggling it up as they mix colours into shot glasses like the filthy enablers that they are.

So they’ve moved on to shots then. That didn’t take long at all.  

“I think we should leave,” Eliott whispers into his ear and Lucas feels goosebumps rising on his arms.

“We just got here and this is gonna be funny to watch.” Lucas grins up at Eliott but his boyfriend doesn’t return the smile. In fact, the intensity in Eliott’s gaze makes Lucas swallow, breath hitching under its spell. 

“Idris,” Eliott says, holding out a hand without moving his eyes away from Lucas’. “Give me one.” 

“I thought you can’t drink,” Lucas mutters softly. Nothing’s even happening yet and he’s already out of breath, for the love of god he needs to get a hold of himself.

“I said I don’t, not that I can’t.” Eliott tilts his head, brushing the tips of their noses together. “You trust me?”

Lucas nods with a minute shake of his head, like his body wants to stop him even when his brain screams out a resounding yes.

Eliott smiles, placing a slice of lime in between Lucas’ lips and holy shit. No. Fuck, no. He’s not ready.

Or maybe he is. He’s ready?

Either way, he bites into it lightly, letting the sour taste of the fruit distract him from the wetness of Eliott’s tongue against his neck. He feels Eliott’s warm breath ghost over the damp spot and Lucas shudders despite his best efforts to keep his shit together. 

Lucas thinks it ends there-- that Eliott would grab the salt, take his shot, and finish Lucas up with a lime flavoured kiss on the lips. 

But Eliott forgoes all of that, blankets himself heavier over Lucas, and bites at his neck so hard that Lucas gasps audibly, letting out a startled little sound that Eliott couldn't have possibly missed. Eliott keeps him in place with a soothing caress to his hair and Lucas buries his face in Eliott’s shoulder, breathing like he’s just ran an entire marathon. 

“You dropped the lime, baby,” Eliott whispers against his jaw, calm as can be. 

Lucas takes a deep inhale. “You fucking cheated.”

Eliott chuckles, placing lingering kisses against the underside of Lucas’ ear. “You think there are rules here?”

“Yeah.” Lucas straightens up, snatching the shot glass from Eliott’s loose hold and downing it himself. He’s not sure what Abe and Idris put in those glasses but he doesn’t care, welcomes the burn in his throat and the bitterness that stays on the surface of this tongue. “Yeah, there are fucking rules over here.” He wonders what Eliott tastes when Lucas climbs over his lap and tilts his boyfriend’s chin up to press their mouths together. 

Eliott groans, grabbing the sides of Lucas’ thighs to drag him closer, but Lucas pushes against it, knowing that they’re one wrong touch away from getting out of hand. 

“We’re leaving,” he murmurs into the space between their lips, and Eliott doesn’t need to be told twice. 

The walk home is the most unbearable thing Lucas has ever experienced in his young life. For every brush of his knuckles against the back of Eliott’s hand, accidental or otherwise, an electric current shoots through him, runs along his veins, sets him alight from the inside. For every charged glance, he has to remind himself that yes, public indecency is still a thing and no, they can’t settle in a darkened alleyway and make out for just a little bit. Pretty sure that’s how people fucking die. 

So when they finally get inside the building and he pulls Eliott so hard towards him that they stagger into the door with a loud bang, Lucas doesn’t even feel one bit apologetic for it. Eliott keeps his chuckles low, mindful of the hour unlike a certain someone. 

“Where are your keys?” 

“Huh?” He’s too busy trying to lean up for a kiss damn it. 

“Your keys, baby.” Eliott cups his face with both hands, bending down to catch Lucas’ eyes. “Hey, Lucas, are you okay?” 

Lucas blinks back at him, a slight frown visible from the narrowing of his brows. “Are you asking if I’m drunk?”

Eliott shrugs, thumbs running so softly over his cheeks that Lucas can’t muster the strength to be annoyed for too long. “Are you?”

“I had one shot, Eliott, I’m fine.” He turns around and unlocks the door, barely having enough time to see Champ’s curious little ears perk up at their arrival before Eliott’s pushing him back into the door, one arm wound securely around Lucas’ waist while his free hand tangles itself inside Lucas’ hair, placed carefully behind the back of his head to gentle its impact against the door. Trust Eliott to think of that shit even in the heat of the moment. 

“If you say so,” Eliott says, running a finger over Lucas’ clothed hip bone.

“I say so,” Lucas mutters back before surging up on his toes for another kiss, pulling Eliott down so close as if to steal the very breath from his lungs.

The two boys fumble to remove their jackets, leaving the discarded clothing on the ground in favour of stumbling messily into the living room. Lucas trips over trying to remove his own shoes at one point and Eliott catches him, offended at the notion of Lucas falling over and unwittingly separating their mouths. 

They reach the hallway to the bedrooms and Eliott tugs Lucas’ legs upwards, hands roving from the sides of his face down to the back of his thighs to which Lucas quickly obliges, letting their bodies slam against one of the closed doors and fuck yes but they also probably need to calm down a little. Just until they get inside his bedroom at least. 

“Shit,” Lucas gasps up to the ceiling, head tilted back to give Eliott more room when his boyfriend starts lining biting kisses on the side of his neck. There’s a door knob digging into Lucas’ back but he can’t bring himself to care— not when Eliott licks over the mark he’d made at the party earlier, not when he presses their lower bodies harder, and Lucas can’t do anything but squeeze Eliott’s shoulder a little closer, wrap the legs around Eliott’s waist a little tighter. “Wait, Eliott, wait.” Shaky fingers pull messily at Eliott’s hair and his boyfriend lets up with a final peck on the lips. Lucas sets his feet back down on the floor and gets his wits about him for thirty blessed seconds, enough to realize that his bedroom is actually the one on the opposing side. 

They giggle like scheming two year olds as they make their way inside the correct room, trading soft kisses that contradict everything his hormone-addled brain is screaming at him at the moment. But Eliott’s smile is wide and sweet, eyes glistening with something that makes Lucas’ heart flutter, makes him want to stay in this bubble forever if only to keep Eliott looking this way— beautiful and content like the entire universe is in the palm of their hands. 

Lucas scratches softly at the back of Eliott’s head and the latter groans, louder when Lucas begins to drag his fingernails down with more intent, reminding Eliott of the matter at hand. He gets rid of the minuscule space between them, head tilted up towards his boyfriend’s lowered lips. Lucas doesn’t quite reach him with his feet flat on the ground like this but Eliott is putty in his hands as Lucas pulls down, lower, until he’s able to touch a teasing tongue between the seams of Eliott’s lips. 

“Fuck,” Eliott curses, eyes darkened the next time they open. Lucas laughs, barely stopping even when Eliott grips him tight and nips at his lips in retaliation. 

“Eliott,” he says, cupping Eliott’s face gently in between his hands. He lets their foreheads touch for a few heart thudding seconds before Lucas pulls away, walking backwards towards the bed. “Lock the door.” 

Eliott stands there, ruffled and kiss bruised and grinning. Lucas turns around, removing both his hoodie and the shirt underneath when he hears Eliott finally moving. The sound of the lock clicking doesn’t bring the slightest sliver of trepidation, he doesn’t have to swallow down a lump in his throat, his heart doesn’t pound with nerves stemming from out of nowhere. 

And as Eliott returns to his arms, taking his own shirt off along the way, Lucas doesn’t have a single doubt in his mind that he’ll be okay. Eliott’s body above him isn’t an intimidating presence— it’s warm, gentle, safe. 

With Eliott, he’ll be okay. 

[nikkilancaco]

Something Ineffably Great

Hi guys! So if you’ve been following me you’ll know I’ve wholeheartedly jumped onto the Good Omens train. I was so inspired by the book and show that I just had to write a fanfiction. Now this fanfiction doesn’t involve any mature content, so far at least, and its my take on some of the angel and demon lore. It is focus on two characters who work in the Human Affairs departments in their respective sides and how they have been keeping Aziraphale and Crowley's interactions under the radar. 

I accept constructive criticism lol

Also please tell me if I’m stereotyping things and or people. I would like to know these things

Something Ineffably Great 

Chapter 1:

Roughly thirty minutes before the end of the world, somewhere on the moon :

There was a large, warm, fuzzy, blue blanket laid out on the grey dusty ground. The corners would disobediently float up, but a sharp eyed glare from the being laying on it would immediately rectify the situation. 

This being, one of ethereal qualities, was a whole five foot two, had long, luxurious, dark chocolate hair that was braided neatly with gold ribbons and trailed down her back, dark skin, and startling silver eyes. Her wings, mainly white with a splattering of brown and black, were out, slumped on the ground behind her. They were surprisingly well groomed for an ethereal beings. She was wearing a long silver cloak with a white hijab. The hijab was pulled down as she played with the end of her braid.

She was currently focusing on a certain area of the Earth where… Things… were happening. Specifically End of the World things. The Great Plan seemed to be underway and going just swimmingly. She scoffed and pushed her golden circular glasses back up her nose. She didn’t technically need them but she liked them. She was distracted then by someone else joining her on the blanket. They brushed their hand along the fluff once settling,   

“Hi Melekasia, I like the glasses” The other being greeted and shook the moon dust off her wings. There were two sets of them and were a midnight blue, almost black, and refracted light into them in a manner the ocean does. If you looked closely, there was a shadow that moved within them, shifting from one form to another. A shark to a manta ray to a whale. It did what it wanted. 

This new addition to the landscape brushed a coffee colored hand through her springy black hair to get some more dust off. She had it cut short to her scalp and Melekasia saw that she had a pretty silver ear jackets that resembled flowery vines. She was wearing a flattering and colorful dress that complemented her roundness. Her grey green eyes met the others.

“Lilith! It’s good to see you again,” Melekasia said while adjusting her glasses in appreciation. No one Upstairs had noticed. They don’t notice a lot of things. “How are -er - Things … on your end?” She would have pointedly glanced down but as they were on the moon, they significance of that action would’ve been lost. Gladly Lilith understood.

“Dagon and Beelzebub are gathering the troops and all that. Hastur was screaming about being discorporated by that ‘Damned Snake’. It was surprisingly easy to sneak out to meet you when he came barreling in, then again I’m kinda free to do what I want.” She said dismissively, watching as the shadow moved down her shoulder, shifted from a crab to an eel and proceeded to chase its tail while circling down her arm. Apparently it was bored. Shaking her head, Lilith continued, “The only question I was asked was why I was heading to the moon at such a time. I just told them that I wanted to see what the mayhem looked like from space.” She shrugged, glancing back at Melekasia when she snorted.

“I used the same excuse, believe it or not.” She chuckled. “They said since I work in Surveillance of Human Affairs and have been doing a stellar job of it since the beginning of time, that I deserved a bit of a breather before It begins and I lose my job.” She said sarcastically. 

And she has been very good at her job too. So good in fact that she’s been able to cover up the fact that a Principality and his Adversary have been best friends for the better part of four thousand years. Even if those two idiots weren’t ‘friends’, Melekasia wouldn’t have reported it because the Snakes meddling back in The Garden allowed her to meet one of the most delightful people, or people shaped being, she has ever met. Eve wasn’t the first woman, you know. 

“They said it like that?” Lilith inquired. She wasn’t really surprised. Based off of what she has heard from her angelic friend and other demons, heaven was stuck up and overly righteous. Not to say that Hell was much different, it just wasn’t that passive aggressive bullshit. It was just straight up aggressive. She tried not to spend too much time there and she didn’t really have to. She had special privileges. 

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As the first woman ever, and the first former human to tell God that creating a being specifically for another, just because he was lonely, without a choice was a little odd, if not a bit sexist. It’s not that Adam was a bore, but Lilith didn’t really like him much, and they didn’t get along. God could have just given the animals the ability to talk. Lillith hadn’t really understood this until a certain scaled creature had pointed it out. God, having realized she may have put a bit too much of herself into creating Lilith, gave her a choice of wings, then promptly set her free on the Earth as her own immortal being. Eve was created with more earth making her a little more open to Adam, and other things. They ended up getting along rather well.

Some of the more snobbish angels weren’t very happy at all with this outcome and slightly appalled that God was questioned in such a manner had followed Lillith despite a stern “Leave her be.” from the Almighty. One thing led to another, Lilith was thrown into an ocean, and properly pissed off, had used one of her newfound abilities to turn into a rather terrifying basilosaurus and promptly discorporated two of the four assholes harassing her with a good chomp. The other two noped their way out of there in a flash of lightning. 

About a day later, Lilith was just floating there on her back in the nude. All four wings splayed out basking in the sun. The occasional shark or stingray would come and bump against her, looking for attention and she’d absentmindedly pat them. The beating of wings distracted her and she looked at the source of the sound. She recognized the newcomer as the serpent that told her to think for herself.

“Oh! hi, it’s you,” she said happily as he slowly sunk into the water. He wasn’t very serpentine with his human suit on. All long dark, auburn hair, clear skin, and nicely manicured hands. His eyes were though, that’s how she recognized him. He had a bit of a gleeful expression on his face that conflicted with his attempt to look dark, suave and cool, but she paid it no mind. 

“That was the most brilliant thing I think I’ve ever seen,” he said while scooping a white feather out of the water as he floated next to her. “Wanted to give you a bit of space to calm down before I showed my face. Didn’t want to risk getting discorporated. I’m sure all those idiots are going to get is a slap on the wrists though, despite going against orders.” he said pensively.

“How’d you know She told everyone Up There to leave me be?” she wondered. She knew he was a demon so it didn’t make sense that he knew.

The Serpent’s mind briefly flashed back to a short, surprisingly civil conversation he had with the Guardian of the Eastern Gate the day before. “It was that kinda prissy chap who would sometimes greet you and Adam from the wall,” He can’t let people know he liked their conversations.

“I see…” She looked at him speculatively. He didn’t really seem like a demon. Yeah he had raven black wings and an absence of a Holy aura that seemed to surround the angel back in Eden, but all he’s done so far is just help people ask questions. He didn’t fit the description of ‘demon’ that God had put into her head along with other general knowledge about the world. He seemed, well, nice. Something was telling her she shouldn’t state this outloud. 

The demon flicked the golden blood splotched feather away and glanced at her with slitted yellow eyes, “Listen, I have a bit of a proposition for you. How about you come to Hell? It doesn’t look like the Other side is willing to open their arms for you. But I’m sure the Morningstar would be happy to meet you, questioning God like you did. You can think it over.” 

He was sent there to mess about, Lilith understood this, but he has also been quite kind to her and even though she knew Hell wasn’t the best place to be it did seem more welcoming than Heaven at the moment. She really didn’t want to be alone on the Earth for the next few centuries. She also knew that the demon next to her was a bit of an outlier compared with other demons, as granted by her god given powers of insight, and that others down there probably weren’t so understanding. So she mulled it over while watching clouds drift by overhead.

To be honest, Lilith didn’t want to put up with any more self righteous idiots from Heaven. Some of the more cruel things jeered by the four who followed her had involved her not being either a pure angel or evil demon. That she was some little test subject of Gods that had already failed and that she was a disgrace. She didn’t really see anyone in Heaven thinking much differently, other than the Angel of the Eastern Gate. Lilith wasn’t really sure what the demons of Hell would think about her. If she was honest, she agreed that they might see her the same way, but she understood she was neither of Heaven or Hell but somewhere in the middle. She ultimately decided that she was now a ridiculously powerful human. And being human allowed her to choose what she wanted. God did tell her to be free and then smacked a bunch of knowledge into her head with a slightly guilty feeling that lingered.

So she chose, “I’ll go with you,”

The demon had been swirling his fingers in the water watching the small fish flit through them for them past five minutes. His eyes flicked back to hers and with a triumphant smile he held out his hand, noticing that a starfish shaped shadow had moved over her left eye and was spinning, “Alright, let’s go. I’m gonna have to drop you off since I’m supposed to be staying up here, making trouble, but I’ll hand you off to what passes for the help desk down there. They should be decent enough to help you and show you the ropes. Oh, make sure you tell them your name right away.” 

Lilith gave his outstretched hand a cursory look, then proceeded to take it into her own and the two disappeared with a blip. 

It turns out demons were generally assholes, but they helped her manifest some clothing, gave her a bit of a tour of the first few circles of Hell, and told her she was free to do as she wished. She just had to pick a department. Apparently, having made God feel guilty enough to give her powers and freedom to do as she pleased made her a bit of a celebrity.

After several centuries, Lilith was a pro in the Human Affairs and On Site Punishment department. She found that beating up very terrible and horrible people on Earth was quite liberating. Bad people went to hell to be punished and she was happy to drag them down there.

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“Well naturally they were more snobby about it, I’m just filtering some of that out,” Melekasia responded while twirling her hand in front of her. This earned an amused snort from her friend.

 Lillith was about to reply with a little jab at angels when both their heads snapped to stare at the Earth. Or more specifically Tadfield. The clouds were rolling chaotically around the area and a distinct inhuman but powerful scream forced its way through the solar system. Both of them could feel the sadness and frustration that emanated from it. It ended with an air of relief and understanding.

“I think something just changed,” stated Lilith. She had always been quite receptive to the feelings and emotions of the creatures of Earth, probably because of what she is. The Anitchrist wasn’t exempt. She grabbed Melekasia’s hand and pulled her into a hopeful hug. “I felt the chaos in him clear up a bit. It’s still there but he has the steering wheel now. He’s not hurdling into a bottomless pit anymore!”

Melekasia’s silver eyes widened and she vigorously returned the hug while laughing. As an angel she could feel the panic start to fade from the humans across the Earth as fish and blood stopped raining down on them. Well most of the fish did. If she focused on a specific house belonging to a Mr. Tyler in Tadfield, she would see that where it was not raining fish a moment before, there were now salmon and trout now rolling down his roof and crushing many of his favorite flowers. 

Melekasia broke the hug with a bit of reluctance, but then miracled up her heavenly tablet. It was synced up with Heaven’s in time surveillance footage of the Earth and she typed in a command for it to focus in on Tadfeild. She had felt the general panic spike up tremendously again and realized why. 

She had heard rumors about the Four Horsepeople of the Apocalypse and about what they were planning to do with all the human weapons and such. Seeing it happen in real time and feeling the despair and utter fear increase across the world made her a little sick. Lillith wasn’t looking like she was handling the influx of emotions well either. Her face had paled as she watched Pollution, War, and Famine wrap themselves around the Earth. Humanities fear was choking her and she held tightly to Melekasia’s hand to steady herself. 

“I’m the only one Down There who can actually connect and feel their emotions on such a level. Some of the demons thrive on the fear and hatred. It fuels some dark part of them that want this war. If they could only sense this…” Lilith had whispered. Her eyes had started to water and she blinked back the tears furiously. It wasn’t the time to get emotional. She needed to be level headed. She summoned her phone and made a call. It went straight to voicemail. She would have tried again but he always picks up the first time and when she asked Melekasia to search Soho for a very specific bookshop, they found it to be on fire. Now she understood why he had told her not to get involved in this mess after texting her that he was on fire.

“Shit…” Well that was one way to put it. Melekasia cleared her throat nervously and checked her notifications. She had two. One stated that the angel Aziraphale had accidentally discorporated himself, flitted around the Earth body hopping back to London, and was currently cohabiting a human woman's body heading toward the Tadfield airbase. The other was that a rather strong demonic aura was barreling toward the base. “I didn’t know Angels could do that,” she stated. 

“Well we found one, but where is his boyfriend?” Lilith worried. His text earlier didn’t help. She hoped he was okay. Even after all this time, Crowley was her only friend down there. They’d meet up for gourmet food and drinks occasionally and he’d drunkenly complain about the angel and the fourteenth century.

Her answer was given shortly when Melekasia pulled up a map in the corner of the tablet and a large red dot of power appeared, racing to the airbase. A notification on her phone told her the same thing. She read aloud,

“‘The demon Crowley has been using a large amount of his demonic power to keep together and drive a flaming car for the last 20 min.’ Oh not the Bently, he loves that car. He must have driven through the M25.” That must have been what Hastur had been complaining about.

“I really don’t think that’s the most important thing right now,” mentioned Melekasia as she brought up the video feed of said burning car. “Okay, Yeah. He’s pretty cool.” she admitted. 

“Told ya!” Lillith said proudly. Her friend deserved more recognition than he got in Hell. They watched as the car screeched to a halt at the Airbase and as its driver sashayed out. It was an aerial view and they could see a group of four kids pedaling furiously closer to the base. They were followed by a rather adorable dog. 

At the gate, a soldier promptly disappeared after four children zipped by with their dog and a well loved car blew up. When the children faced down the monsters of man, the two onlookers held their nonexistent breath. They watched as War, Famine, and Pollution were defeated with open mouth shock. They could both feel the moment when millions of humans around the world burst with triumph as they made computers stop planning nuclear annihilation. Melekasia zoomed out extremely fast when both Gabriel and Beelzebub appeared for fear that those two might sense their watching eyes.

“I think things might actually work out well, for everyone,” Melekasia looked hopefully at Lillith and gave her hand a squeeze. Lillith smile held the utmost adoration, kissed her and rested her head on her best friends shoulder, which was interesting to do since Lilith was a good foot taller, then resumed watching something amazing unfold on the screen. The shadow had turned into a guppy and was happily running along her knuckles and fingers currently threaded through Melekasia’s.  

“You know I think it might.” she sighed happily as Melekasia’s head rested on hers. 

It was when Satan himself started to rise out of the ground that she finally switched off the tablet. He for sure would have sensed her and possibly Lillith. She didn’t want her girlfriend, basically her wife with how long they’ve been together, to get on his bad side. They could feel his anger from here. It was like a punch in the gut. But then it just randomly disappeared. 

Melekasia quickly turned back on the monitor and zoomed back into the Aribase. They watched as an old, but well kept family car drove through a cloud of smoke, stopped in front of a group of bewildered people, celestial and human alike. A man stepped out as a group of children and a dog  proceeded to quickly peddle away, looking bewildered himself. 

She sent a command for the feed to follow the Anti- no, Adam. His name is Adam she thought to herself. He has a name so she should use it. It trailed the kids back into the town, but once it got to Adams house, the boy himself looked up, smiled at the ‘camera’, made a finger gun, and mouthed BANG. The feed cut off with a pop.

This left two celestial beings on the moon gaping at the blank screen, before quickly falling into boisterous laughter.

“Oh hell! My stomach hurts!” Lilith was struggling to breath.

“Wh-ha-ha-haaaat the Hell just happened!?” Melekasia struggled to get out. “Humanity just won!? Adam literally gave a middle finger to the Great Plan!” Tears were streaming down her face while she hugged Lillith closer.

“That was the best thing ever! You need to send me that feed hahaha! Is there sound? There’s gotta be sound right? I want to know what they were saying.” Lilith cried.

“Ohmygod, yes!” and she pulled up the saved feed by hacking into one of the other surveillance systems Heaven had, this one was Environmental Affairs. She knew no one was watching it. The angel in charge of that department was called into a platoon earlier that day.  

The two watched as Gabriel and Beelzebub tried to force Adam to restart Armageddon, then listened with glee at Adams response and bored dismissal of the two. When Aziraphale had put in his two sense, quickly being joined by Crowley, and backed Adam, they knew those two were going to be in quite a bit of trouble. It was worrying but absolutely delightful to watch Gabriel and Beelzebub get owned. 

Things seemed to be settling down. Neither side got their war. The Earth didn’t perish and Humanity survived. There was an aura of hope that surrounded the two pairs of celestial beings for better things to come.

[nightmareduskie]

A Soul’s Power (Part Two)

Summary: Y/N is a hunter and is friends with Dean and Sam. But one day she joins a hunt with them and find something interesting. A man with wings! How is this possible? How can she see them? Soon enough, she finds out she can see other things too. What makes her see these things? What makes her so special? Characters: Sam, Dean, mentions of: Bobby and the archangels. Pairings: Future Gabriel x reader Warnings: Swearing, talks of death, getting testy about late information, I think that’s it

!!!!!!Read Part One. !!!!!!!Read Part Three(Coming soon)!!!!!!

A/N: Hey. Hollifer here. I wrote this part along with Part three with the intention to have them as one part but it was just too big so I split them up for two separate parts. I’ll post part three on saturday! Sorry, part two is a little boring, I hope three will make up for it (hence the quicker posting lol). Again, apologies for any grammar or spelling errors. Been in bit of a fog lately. Tried my best to be my own editor! (: Thanks! Enjoy! 

Word count: ~1500

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For a few months, I researched angels. Or anything with wings. The most I could learn was what a bible had to tell me. And a few hunter's writings that say they touched base with angels before. But they weren't reliable. I read that six wings as opposed to just two wings usually meant an angel with more power; like an archangel. So, this man I saw, I knew he must be very powerful. I researched the available listed archangels. Some were some considered archangels. But there were four main ones confirmed in the bible and other scripture. Michael, Raphael, Lucifer, and Gabriel. Gabriel... So familiar. Something pricked a nerve just looking at the name “Gabriel.” I could only press my lips together hard, wondering why it seemed to hit so close to home. But nothing came to mind. I had found some sources about an ancient language. Enochian, but nothing further came from it. No information about how to kill an angel. No information about what they can do. None of the sources were one hundred percent reliable. Just speculation. If angels existed, they don't come to earth. Like ever.

Along with that shit storm, Sam and Dean had opened a gate to hell and a ton of demons escaped hell. I mean they didn't do it on purpose, but man, do those boys screw up pretty hard sometimes. I felt bad that they had also lost their father, John. Who I had only met as many times as there are fingers on my one hand. They ended up calling me for a demon hunt. I had never been on a hunt for demons before, much less seen one. So when I got the call from Sam to get some experience in with demons, I was ecstatic.

“Hey, Y/N,” Sam spoke over the phone, “We got some demonic omens going on over here in Colorado. I was figuring you'd wanna join. Since... ya' know... it seems worth checking out. And we wouldn't mind an extra hand. Plus I figured you'd like the experience.”

“Yeah, definitely,” I said enthusiastically, “I really was hoping to get some demon action! I haven't ran into any yet, so probably better to hunt some with my boys with experience.” I teased lightly.

As much as they are huge screw ups, they're great guys. Almost like brothers to me.  They've been helping me out for years. Ever since I was introduced into hunting from Bobby. Who took me in as a teenager after my parents were murdered by a pack of werewolves. Bobby was hunting these werewolves at the time, hence him coming into contact with me. He had found them all dead in my house along with my parents. My memory of the incident doesn't exist. All I remember is Bobby asking if I was okay and what happened. My parents dead and bloody on the floor along with a few strangers dead on the floor. I had no idea. It's like the memory was plucked from my mind. That's when Bobby took me in to his place. I trained with Sam and Dean physically to help me be tough enough to take on the threats. Bobby taught me everything he knew book-wise. So I was pretty well versed in the supernatural. They all helped me learn how to shoot a gun and get up close with physical combat. And about a year ago, I was finally allowed to go out on my own and hunt without the boys or Bobby. Bobby was just as much as a dad to me as the boys were like brothers to me. But I still really enjoy my personal, alone, hunting time. They all respected it after they realized I was a pretty damn good hunter.

“We're a bit outside of Denver,” Sam sounded as happy as I felt. Probably because it had been a bit since we all seen each other, “I'll text you the address to the motel.”

“Awesome, thanks Sammy,” I said and promptly flipped my phone shut. It didn't take me long to pack up everything in my motel room and to check out and head my way out to Colorado. Thankfully I was only a few states over. I couldn't get there any sooner.

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I arrived at their motel not too long after noon. Dean greeted me with a big bear hug. He was clearly still chewing whatever he was eating, crumbs around his lips. Sam was relaxing on the bed with his computer on his lap; probably doing research.

“Y/N!” he spoke, swallowing his snack, “About time. Are you ready for the run down of some demon hunting?”

“Well,” Sam interjected, “We don't know everything but we got pretty much everything down.”

“Sweet guys, but let's do it quick. I'm starving,” I laughed, patting my stomach. Which offered a rumble in return. Causing us all to chuckle.

Settling on a chair my attention then turned to Sam. He began to give me the run down of demons. Black eyes, exorcisms, devil's traps, black smoke, holy water, and you name it. He also mentioned a demon named Ruby that helped them a few times with some blade that straight up just murders demons. Some of it I already knew from my research with Bobby. I just never had the chance to test it. It all seemed pretty straight forward, just like any other hunt. But they possessed humans. Chances are we were gonna hurt them in trying to save them. That caused me to cringe in my seat a little. I didn't like hurting innocent people. It's never part of the plan and it just seemed pretty unavoidable with these demons.

“So, you guys are tailing them? Any idea where they are?” I asked, watching Sam close his computer.

“Not sure. We think there's only a few of them,” Sam began, “Maybe like four or five?”

“Still sounds like a lot for what we have to work with.” I frowned. We weren't experts yet. Dean looked like he remembered something and stood up quickly.

“Y/N,” he looked at me hard, “We forgot to tell you something.”

“What is it?” I looked to Sam who shifted uncomfortably before diverting my eyes back to Dean.

“The trickster,” Sam put in with a hard tone.

“We ran into him several months ago,” Dean started, “We found our way to him. And he screwed with Sam pretty hard. We were wondering if you ran into him. Maybe he wants some revenge for trying to kill him. I mean, we tucked our tails and ditched that town pretty quickly.”

“He made me relive tuesday. Over and over and over again,” Sam looked clearly distraught, “Making Dean die every day no matter what I did. I found him. It took me awhile but I got it to stop and we bailed. To sum it up quickly.”

“Clearly not dead,” I said, trying to sound the slightest bit surprised. However, my tone was coated with annoyance and frustration. Why didn't they say anything months ago? I could've tailed him and confronted him. “Why didn't you say anything sooner?”

“We kind of wanted to forget, but we owe you the warning he's still out there,” Sam cocked his head, probably noticing my pissed off tone, “You were on that hunt with us. We didn't want you to have him come at you without you knowing.”

“He could of came after me months ago and I wouldn't have known!” I spat with anger. Why did they wait? I needed to find the trickster. I needed to see him again. I had to be sure that what I saw was real.

“Sorry, geez,” Dean frowned, “Who pumped you with testosterone? Feeling a little manly, Y/N?” I shot him a glare. He just smirked and shrugged it off. To me it wasn't a joke. I needed to know this. Knowing it wasn't a matter to take out on them, I tried to relax.

“Where was he when you saw him?” I inquired, relaxing my tone a bit. But my emotions were still clouded deep down. Why didn't he come for me? It sounded like he baited the boys. Did he want nothing to do with me? The thought sent an odd sensation of pain and sadness down my throat and chest. But why do I feel this way? I don't even know him.

“He was in Florida,” Sam said after a quick thought, “You seemed a bit... pissed? What's up?”

“I don't know,” I sighed, running a hand through my hair, “I just... It was my first case and seeing as it didn't end up as planned just kinda upsets me. Ruins my hunter ego a little.” I lied smoothly. I was always good at fixing up some lies here and there. Sam offered a small smile and told me that it wasn't my fault.

Dean nodded and went for his car keys, “Lunch? Let's take the edge off.” Quickly, I grabbed my bag and nodded. I could really use some food in my system.

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