#whatever demon possessed my body to finish this in one go

[jyoongim]

Heyyy, it’s me again, the singer anon. Can I request an Alastor x Reader where she is sent by as a spy by Vox after our fav slithery boy failed? She’s really bubbly and friendly, but she eventually grows to care for everyone in the hotel but Vox owns her soul. She torn in between getting herself killed by him and not betraying anyone anymore, or continuing the job. She goes and confesses to Alastor, breaking down and thinking he’ll kill her, which she thinks would be best so she doesn’t have to betray anyone anymore. Just breaking down in tears telling him she doesn’t want to hurt anyone but Vox has her under a contract, begging him to kill her so she doesn’t have to. Just for Alastor to call her a good girl and ughhhh some possessive smut if you don’t mind? Sorry brain rots in my head and I’m in love with him, lol. Thank you! <3 also the three requests story set off the trigger in my head, loved it! Thanks again! <3!

This been in my inbox for weeks and i finally got a plot for it!

⚠️warning: 18+! Smut smut smut! Plot if you look hard enough!

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No one suspected a thing.

You were sent to the Hazbin Hotel after Sir Pentious miserable attempt.

Your orders were simple: ”Keep an eye out on that old fossil. I want to know why that fucker is sucking up the Lucifer’s daughter”

And you did just that…you were executing your mission flawlessly.

Until you began to care about those who stayed at the hotel.

Until you began to grow closer to the Radio Demon.

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You had been staying at the hotel for a few months now and its been great!

Charlie was always finding new ways to help the residents build bonds and encouraging everyone to do their best.

At first, you were arrogant, playing along until you actually saw the the demons there were actually changing even if they didn’t admit it

But now, you thought of the princess as a friend, along with everyone else.

Especially Alastor.

Now that you’ve been around him, you’re not sure why Vox hate the demon so much.

Alastor was funny, kind (in his own twisted way), and truly looked after the hotel.

A soft smile curled on your lips as you thought about the demon, but the ringing of your phone interrupted such thoughts.

Vox.

You took a deep breath and answered “H-Hello?”

”Tonight’s your chance to take out that prick and after that come home” he demanded.

You blinked “what? B-but Vox…” you bit your lips “But it’s actually nice here. The hotel isn’t a scam…a-and everyone is a lot nicer than we thought ” Vox laughed “Oh baby please! Nice? You actually believe in that redemption crap? You think that they’ll let you stay if they knew why you truly were there? Hahaha! Oh my dumb little girl, how naive you are. ” 

You pouted, a frown on your face “I want to stay”

Vox growled through the phone “ah ah baby you don’t make demands remember?” 

Electrical shocks ran through your body from the collar you wore.

You gasped in pain “I OWN you. Did you forget that? You do whatever I say when I say it. Now I expect you home before morning or I will kill you.”

The phone call ended and you were in tears.

You didn’t want to go back. 

You liked being at the hotel and able to be yourself. 

You liked the friends you had made here.

You would do anything for them, even if you had to die to make your wrongs right.

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“Come in” the voice answered after you knocked on the door. You were sweating as you stood outside of Alastor’s door.

You had decided that if you were going to tell anyone why you were at the hotel, it would be Alastor.

You opened the door and walked into his radio studio.

”Hey Al” you said weakly as the demon spun around and smiled at you “Hello darlin! What do I owe the pleasure?”

You fiddled with your hands.

”I want to tell you why I came to the hotel”

Alastor quirked a eyebrow, smile widening as he gestured for you to take a seat on the couch.

”Do entertain me of your tale my dear”

You were in tears by the time you finished telling Alastor everything.

Of Vox and his plan.

The deal between you and Vox.

The reason you came to the hotel.

Everything.

”I-I’m sorry! So so sorry! I-I just didn’t know what to do!

Kill me! I deserve it! J-Just let me say my goodbyes first. I would rather you kill me than Vox! Please!” You cried, hands covering your face as you sobbed.

Alastor had been quiet for the entirety of your confession. He had half a mind to kill you when you told him of your deal with Vox.

The pesky television didn’t know when to mind his business.

His eyes focused on the collar around your neck.

 You were Vox’s and by contract, he wasn’t allowed to kill you.

And he wasn’t. No he had grown accustom to the pretty demon who seemed to light the hotel’s halls.

However…he could override Vox’s ownership of your soul.

You flinched when you felt a large hand pat the top of your head. You looked up through teary eyes ay Alastor, who just sported a soft smile.

”Now now my dear don’t you worry. I appreciate that you came to and confided in me. What a good girl you are.” His smile stretched as you sniffled, looking at him with glossy eyes.

”Y-Youre not g-gonna k-kill me?” You asked looking down.

He chuckled as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, claws finding their way under your chin to make you look at him

He rolled his eyes ”Oooh my dear of course not…” His fingers trailed down your neck, toying with your collar. “But I am in a bit of predicament”

You wiped at your eyes “how so?”

“Under normal circumstances, I would rip you to shreds and broadcast your screams for all of Hell to hear” his pupils turned to dials and his smiled turned wicked. You felt your heart stop a little.

He calmed down slightly “however I have another idea to break your deal with Vox” 

He smiled at you as you tilted your head in confusion.

”I know just the thing hehehe”

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You whimpered as you tried to hold yourself up against the force of Alastor’s thrusts. “A-Al!” You whined as the demon tugged your hair to pull your body into his. A deep growl vibrated through you as Alastor sunk into your weeping heat, his cock hitting that soft spot inside you.

“Fuuuucckk!” You hissed, eyes rolling into your skull as your body buzzed with pleasure.

Alastor pulled your body til your back was flushed against his chest, his sharp teeth nipped at your skin before latching on and marking you. You winced as his tongue lapped at the blood, he purred as trailed his tongue up your neck.

”To think Vox had such a sweet cunt all to himself. Ooh darlin you’re wasted on him. But you’ll be a good girl for me wont you? You seem to love having a real cock fucking you” he chortled, giving you a harsh thrust. His hips grinded up into your ass, coaxing your cunt to take every inch over and over.

Your gummy walls tightened around him as you whined at his words. You could barely focus on what he was saying, not giving two shits either as he bullied your insides.

”I-I can be a good girl please please oh fuck! Aah! Aah!” You whined. Alastor’s large hands trailed up your body; kneading, pawing, and squeezing at your supple flesh. Pausing at your bouncing tits to tweak your hardened nipples, sending currents to your abandoned clit.

“I know you will baby” 

He nudges his head into yours, to gain your attention and capture your lips with his, swallowing your moans as one of his hands moves down to toy with your puffy clit.

Your body jerked as he rubbed tight circles on the bud; your cunt fluttering as slick dripped down your thighs.

”Ill make a deal with you darlin” he whispered against your lips, lidded eyes staring into yours, as you mewled, wanting his tongue back down your throat. 

“I keep this little mishap under wraps and in return you belong to me. Youre free to do whatever your heart but im no pushover m,a cherie.”

His thrusts sped up as he pinched your clit.

You keened, pushing your hips back into his, trying to follow the motion of his fingers, seeking to reach your orgasm.

”Do we have a deal?” He purred never breaking his pace.

Your collar let out blue sparks, Vox’s way of ‘reinforcing’ his control over you. You whimpered as the shocks edged you, but Alastor let out a deep growl as he wrapped his claws around the collar.

”Do we have a deal?” A snap of his hips pulled a moan from your throat.

”oh! Yes! Yes! F-fuuuc-cckk”

Static ran through your body causing you to jerk as your orgasm washed over you, your collar fizzled out as Alastor’s cock pounded your cunt, riding your orgasm out.

The wet SQUELCH! Of your cunt echoed as high pitched whines left your throat. 

“That’s a good girl. Cummin all over my cock. Feels better than that robot huh? Yeeesss fuck! Take my cum darlin take it”

Your eyes crossed as your mouth opened in a scream. Alastor crashed his lips on yours, tongue pushing through your lips and pulling you into a heated kiss as he pumped you full of his cum.

Alastor let out a sigh as he slipped out of you, cock coated in creamy essence and smiling as he watched your cunt clench around nothing and dripping cum.

In your dazed state, you faintly heard a snap and a cool sensation coated your neck.

Instead of the sapphire jeweled collar, a gold chained ruby hung from your neck.

Alastor hummed as he rubbed your tired body, smiling wickedly as he slotted back into your soppy heat. You moaned softly as he rolled his hips against you.

”now lets send that mediocre podcast a proper video”

[my-cherie]

𝗠𝗢𝗢𝗡 𝗪𝗔𝗟𝗧𝗭♡

pairing ꒱ lucifer x fem reader / warnings ꒱ prey/predator kink + praise kink + pet names: little sheep, lamb, love + blood kink + primal play + dirty talk + oral (f receiving) + very slight breeding kink + dacryphilia + possessive behavior. wc ꒱ 2.2k / thoughts ꒱ no one can tell me that lucifer doesn't have a primal kink. somewhat inspired by the song moon waltz by mio isayama. NOT BETA READ.

You tried to quieten your breathing, your heart racing and breath coming in short, sharp bursts as you tried to hide from him. Heart pounding so loud you were sure he was going to hear, despite your attempts to outrun and outsmart him.

How were you supposed to run away from someone in their own home? How were you supposed to hide from him when he seemed to know exactly were you were before you were even there? It was helpless. Your trembling legs seemed like they were about to give out at any moment, but you couldn't stop running, you had to start up again, now.

It had started out simply enough.

You were sitting in one of Lucifer’s armchairs in his office, waiting for him to finish whatever paperwork he was working on this time and chatting quietly, warmed by the lit fireplace of his private study and fighting off sleep, having shared a bottle of Demonus with him earlier in the day.

By now, it was a rainy night and the office was dark because Lucifer insisted on having only candles lit at this time of the night. The dark clouds that hid the moon also didn’t help.

As you made conversation, your gaze didn’t stray from his person, observing his every reaction to your chitter chatter and your eyes darting to his mouth from time to time when he deemed sensible to retort your silly observations.

Because of the way you were watching him so closely, you saw how, at the same time you made some inconsequential comment about how you and Mammon had to run away yet again from some odd merchant because of the demon’s proclivity for getting scammed, you also noticed how Lucifer’s eyes seemed to sparkle to life, a mischievous glint in them.

“A chase, huh?” He hummed noncommittally, his tone giving nothing away and his fingers barely twitching as he stopped his writing.

“Yeah,” you had said, unsure if you had somehow pissed the demon off. “It was fun, really. Got my blood pumping. The adrenaline you get from being chased is no joke.”

This time, you didn’t notice the twinkle in the man’s eyes, nor how his lips formed a brief smirk for a beat. You didn’t notice any of that, which is why you were completely blindsided by Lucifer’s next words.

“Run, then, little sheep.” He got up from his seat, rounding the desk in long strides and pausing briefly when you didn’t move instantaneously.

“W-What?”

“Run.” He pounced suddenly and you didn’t have to be told a third time to understand that you needed to get out of his office now before you were caught.

Racing up the stairs to the door that led to the house’s library, you yanked the door open, barely having time to slam it closed before you were sprinting down the hallways of the House of Lamentation, the sound of his hastening steps hot on your heels, too close for your liking.

At first, you tried to lose him in the many hallways and doors of the big mansion, going up multiple staircases and almost entering some of the brothers rooms in your desperation. But no matter what you did, you could still hear the beating of his wings as if he was only toying with you, always one step ahead.

At some point, when entering the dining room, his silhouette seemed to appear from outside the windows, as if he was looking at you from above, observing his prey in smug amusement. Lucifer was relentless in his pursuit. No matter what room you entered or what way you went, he was there.

It was when his fingers touched your shirt briefly while he followed you that your body experienced a true fight or flight response, having to decide between running away or accepting defeat. At that time, running until your thighs burned and your lungs couldn’t take it anymore seemed like the best option.

Eventually stopping briefly to catch what little breath you could, you strained your ears to listen for any indication of Lucifer’s presence, but couldn’t help closing your eyes for a short while to rest. Your body was giving up on you, tired beyond limits from the amount of running you did in so little time.

You didn’t hear him coming. Suddenly, a strong hand closed around your left arm, tossing your back to the wall you were closest to. Your eyes opened up abruptly, gasping in surprise at the sudden motion and in slight pain at the hit. In front of you, caging you in between himself and the wall, his arms spread, blocking whatever escape plan you could try to muster up, breathing nearly as ragged as yours, disheveled hair and in his demon form, was Lucifer.

“Got you, little sheep.” It was a low croon against your ear, his hands just as quickly adjusting so he was holding your waist and neck, teeth rasping under your jaw.

His tongue was hot as he dragged it across your neck and then to your lips—his kiss bruising and passionate—that has you unwittingly shivering against him. As he devours your lips, teeth nibbling on your lower lip and nicking it hard enough for it to bleed, your eyelids close in a daze and you melt into his rough touch.

It’s when he pulls away from you that you realize that you were not into the hallway anymore, but in Lucifer’s bedroom, his sharp teeth stretching into a prideful grin at your amazed reaction. You notice that they are stained with red and shiver. Stained with your blood.

Once again, Lucifer moved quickly before you could react, shoving the sharp blade of his nose to your cheek and licking the drops of of sweat off your face that had formed after his hunt for you. He inhaled deeply, engraving your scent in his memories: fear, excitement, longing.

“You’re mine, lamb,” he growls, “I won our chase fair and square. Let me have you all to myself. Let me claim you.”

You nod your head quickly, still short on air and disorientated from his kiss. It’s not good enough for the first born.

“Say it. Say you’re mine, give yourself to me.” His grip moves to your throat, tightening faintly and strangling a short whine from you.

“I’m yours, Lucifer!” Looking into his crimson eyes, your own glimmered faintly with tears. “You won. Take me, please.”

Your begging seemed to be what did it for him, as he buried his face in your neck again and his teeth sunk into you, marking your unmarred skin possessively. A choked whimper escaped your lips as you felt sharp pain in your neck. Blood trickled down willingly into his mouth, once again staining his teeth red and letting him savor the metallic taste of you. He drank and sucked at your neck as the bleeding came to a stop.

“Good girl.” He praises you as he distances himself from your throat and rips your shirt off unceremoniously.

It's addicting how pitiful you look right now. He can't get enough.

Taking off his gloves in one motion, one of his hands cups your boobs, thumbs exploring your nipples and tweaking them ’til stiff while the other takes care of your jeans, jerking them off unceremoniously so he can have access to your soaked folds. He hums appreciatively once his fingers find your cunt, already wet for him.

“Already soaking wet for me and we’ve barely done anything, little lamb.” He laughed as he stood upright again, his wings letting wind flicker at your bare arms as you shivered because of the cold air. He sank to his knees suddenly and you were sure that you were the only one to have ever seen the Avatar of Pride like this, his hands spreading your legs more and making space for his head between your thighs.

As his tongue first laps at your clit, then drags across your pussy, you keen lowly, eagerly trying to raise your hips and grinding against his mouth for more friction. As he groans straight into your pussy, he continues to eat you out eagerly, lapping at your juices and raising his palm to press against you as two of his fingers slid inside you with little to no preparation.

“Taste so good, love, do you make a mess of yourself for everyone like this? Or is this just for me?”

“Mmmm…no, just you, Lucifer.” You whined, begging him to keep going. “Please, give me more.”

You could only continue moaning at every action of his, especially when he continued sucking your clit while he stroked inside of you, looking for your g-spot. It was when he finally found that spongy spot he was looking for that your hands came down to his hair, holding onto him tightly and making Lucifer groan as you rutted against his mouth, adding another finger to prepare you for him later.

“Luci, ‘m close, ‘m close!” You whimpered as you neared your orgasm, tightening your hold onto him, begging him to keep going and sobbing in pleasure.

Yet, as you were close to falling off that precipice, you felt Lucifer stop everything. As he broke free of the hold your tights had on him, he grinned up at you in a wild manner, his mouth stained with you. And as he rose to his feet, he took your arms in his hands once again, guiding you gently towards the bed so you both could lay down, careful to not let you fall because of your trembling legs.

The contrast of his earlier vicious actions and his now tender touch made you pliable to him as he placed you down and took care of his own clothing fairly quickly, his pupils still clearly dilated and his palms eager to have you.

Seeing as you were already fully naked, you could watch as every piece of clothing got torn off Lucifer’s body, your eyes memorizing every detail of him as your fingers trailed down to your soaked pussy to touch yourself, desperate for any pleasure after he left you hanging so close to your orgasm.

Mercifully, he didn’t take long at all, leaning over you in the bed, taking your hands in one of his and pushing your legs against your chest, putting his whole body weight onto you in a mating press. His hand caged both of yours for but a moment before he released them, lowering his head to you and kissing you desperately again.

“Such a sweet thing,” he murmured, “so pretty underneath me. Were you so needy to have me that you couldn’t even wait until I finished undressing?”

His words had you humming in soft encouragement as his cock pressed against your slick folds. “You want this, don't you?” he says, his voice ragged with lust. “Say it. Say it and I’ll give it to you."

“I want you, Luci, wan’ you so bad,” your body trembling in anticipation, you try to grind against him, your hips rolling down to feel his tip. “Please give me your cock.”

You’ve barely stopped speaking when his hips pull back and he pushes inside of you in one thrust, your cunt squeezing his cock as he bullies his way into you, his tip touching your cervix and his balls against your folds.

He doesn’t wait for you to adjust to his size, fucking you like a man starved, caught up in the push and pull of your body, in the way your pussy practically begged him to stay inside you, clenching around him so sweetly and squeezing his dick. Your pleading whines were like the finest classical music for him and the way your moans mingled with his groans and the slaps of his hips on your ass made him feel like he was back in Heaven again. You felt like perfection.

You drop your head back, whining at how full you feel with him deep inside you like this, his thrusts relentless and with an intensity you can’t help but want to run away from, taking your breath away once again. However, your head doesn’t stay like that for long before Lucifer is pulling you to him once again, grabbing your hair and staring deeply into your eyes.

"Look at me," he commands, his eyes dark and intense. "I want to see your face. I want to see how much you're enjoying this, little lamb."

He reaches down, one hand on your hip and the other going in between your legs, rubbing your clit in quick, irregular circles. The sensation is overwhelming, pushing you closer to the edge as you wrap your legs around his waist, your fingers digging into his back as he picks up the pace, driving into you with increasing ferocity as his thrusts get faster and deeper, overwhelming you both.

You can feel your orgasm building once again, your body on the verge of exploding with pleasure. Each time he pushes into you, you gasp, your body responding to his touch with a fierce hunger. You're lost in the sensation of him fucking you.

"Come with me, Luci, please," you moan into his ear as you finally get sent over the edge, clenching around him, your body convulsing with pleasure as you release yourself around him. Lucifer follows closely, thrusting as deep as he can and releasing his seed deep inside you, marking you as his, finally.

As you both come down from the rush, your bodies calming down and your breathing going back to normal, Lucifer kisses you softly on the lips, his touch gentle now, before detaching himself from you and climbing out of bed to get you a warm towel from the bathroom, very softly cleaning you both up.

“I hope that wasn’t too rough, love, I fear I may have gotten a bit carried away today.” He whispers in your hair, Lucifer’s arms wrapping around you so that you can both cuddle on the bed. As you assured him that it was all good, he sighed sweetly. “Good night lamb, sweet dreams.” He kissed you once more, before you both drifted off to sleep.

[incorrectly-quoting-mxtx]

So I have theory about Luo Binghe’s fake jade pendant.

(Major spoilers if you haven’t finished the book btw)

I was just reading a fic and author pointed out something about Luo Binghe’s pendant and how it’s a metaphor for Shen Yuan.

Looking back at the book, there are a lot of parallels between Shen Yuan and the necklace.

The pendant is a counterfeit jade carving of the god Guanyin.

Shen Yuan is a counterfeit of Shen Qingqiu, a powerful Peak Lord who dresses in jade colored robes.

Guanyin is noted to be associated with compassion, and Shen Yuan changes the entire fate of the world of Proud Immortal Demon Way by being compassionate.

Luo Bingmei ends his story with his one fake jade pendant while the extras specifically note that Luo Bingge has several real jade necklaces in his possession. Those necklaces are even called out to be fine grade and best money can buy.

Obviously the real jades are a metaphor for Bingge’s harem of peerlessly beautiful women while the fake jade, which has infinitely more value to him, represents Shen Yuan, aka Luo Bingmei’s one and only true love.

However I think there’s more to it than that.

If you track the pendant throughout the book, you’ll notice that Luo Binghe is only ever in possession of the pendant when Shen Yuan isn’t there. In fact, he actually loses the pendant shortly after Shen Yuan transmigrates into Shen Qingqiu. For the rest of the book, the pendant is in Shen Yuan’s possession, only returning to Luo Binghe at the climax.

But here’s the thing that’s strange about that scene: for whatever reason the System could not load the pendant when SQQ tried to summon it. At no other point in the book has the System have a problem loading things in.

So why is it when it does load in, it’s right as Shen Yuan dies for the third time?

My theory is that Shen Yuan is the pendant itself.

Now obviously Shen Yuan comes back and Binghe still has the pendant, but in the last couple scenes of the book, Shen Yuan is always right by Luo Binghe’s side.

Now I know that Shen Yuan was an actual person before dying and becoming Shen Qingqiu, so therefore he isn’t the necklace given human form. So how can Shen Yuan and the pendant be one and the same?

Well let’s go back to the aforementioned climax scene where the System cannot physically summon the pendant until Shen Yuan dies.

Seeing as how the System is essentially an AI and/or a computer program, this kind of issue reminds me of how a computer cannot open a file if another of the exact same file is already running.

I think, that when inserting Shen Yuan into PIDW, the System needed a way to tie his soul into its program and Shen Yuan’s fate to the protagonist. The System needed a physical entity to tie him down so it linked his code/soul to the fake jade pendant. That’s why Luo Binghe loses the pendant so soon after Shen Yuan transmigrates and why the System couldn’t load it in until Shen Yuan’s soul left his body because they’re part of the same file.

This is also evidenced by how when Shen Yuan dies the second time, out of all of his items, only the Jade pendant is kept in his inventory when he wakes up in the Sun and Dew Mushroom body.

Not to mention that Shen Yuan and the pendant have the same effect on Luo Binghe! The pendant has the ability to essientially shock Luo Binghe out of a qi deviation, but is only a one time use. But during Luo Binghe’s first qi deviation, Shen Yuan is able to do the exact same thing but doing so kills him. The pendant reduces Luo Binghe’s anger, and Shen Yuan is the only person in the world Luo Binghe will ever be soft and submittable to.

Tl’dr; The System tied Shen Yuan’s soul to the fake Guanyin pendant.

[dark-night-hero]

「In the stars」 Tengen Uzui

↳ In which right after the fight that cost him serious and fatal wounds, Tengen and his wives, alongside the Kamado siblings have encountered a rather strange demon. (Warnings of ooc behaviour)

It was rather unexpected. After all the fight with the upper moon six just ended, and a little while Nezuko have cured the poison within his body, was the side effect of it could possibly be the one responsible for his hallucinations right now?

Casually strolling in the chaotic field left behind the fight was a someone, something in a form of a human figure. Possessing a rather familiar and one of a kind (hair color) locks, their lips on a thin line, their reddish yet (eye color) iris calmly scan the field. All dressed in a rather flashy outfit, totally not fitted on the current field and situation.

He almost didn't recognised it, more like refuse to recognise it. But no matter now hard he tried to deny it. No matter how much he try to forget about it, no matter how many seasons and people have gone by. There have always been someone in the back of his mind that he cannot seem to forget no matter how hard he tried.

"Died already? Doma-sama is going to get disappointed again." The figure spoke in a rather emotionless tone, looking around the field, their reddish (eye color) iris scan the people on their side. They just stare at them with a rather bored look in their face and just stood there as if thinking hardly of what do to.

At the same time, there was no mistaking it. The looks, the vioce, the figure, except with the flashy outfit. There was no mistaking it, it was you. "Tengen-sama?"

"What should I do?" The figure across the demon Slayers and shinobu blink, then burst into a fit of wicked laughter. "Doma-sama hates it when I ruined the clothes he gave me, but he also told me to kill all people who've seen me just in case they go around telling other about me.. for what reason was that again?" They then starts to think real hard. "I can't seem to remember. But this means I'm free to do whatever I want with them? Right?" With a gentle smile on their face, they started walking at them.

And then they started dashing at them. With a wicked smile on their face, they almost manage to grab Suma who just finished wailing upon Tengen's recovery from the poison, on the face with their claws but Tengen who was quick on his feet manage to shield her away from the what it seems like was a demon despite his current state. Nevertheless, "(First name)?"

"That's weird." The demon spoke, tilting their head to the side casually right in front of Tengen and the rest who is now alerted with your presence but was in a bit of exhaustion. "A human with a demon as one of your acquaintance??" The demon blink, "Also, no one but Doma-sama knows my name, how come you knew it. Interesting." The demon smiled wickedly but still damn beautiful for a demon.

Without missing a beat, the demon was right in front of his, their face only a millimetres away from his. "I was about to leave you alone because by far you're the most vulnerable along the group and oh, how I hate coming after the weakest" the demon laugh. "But you know too much." In a blink of an eye, the demon were ready to grab him by the face and went for the kill but then his wives grabbed him back.

"Tengen-sama!" "Tengen-sama what are you doing?!" "Tengen-sama snap out of it!" His worried wife cried for him as he watch Tanjiro take position in front of him, ready to take on the demon right in front of them with his strength. He was aware that the demon in front of them were not that strong, even a newbie could take on this weakass demon. "Wait." Tengen spoke. "I'll be the one to finish them." "Tengen-sama!" "There is something I need to know." He spoke before slight pushing Tanjiro out of the way and casually stood right in front of the now frowning demon.

"What happened to you?" In that single sentence, everyone could tell there was a hint of surprised and sadness that comes with it which was very unlikely of the flamboyant attitude of his. And the demon who frowning frown even harder. "Was I supposed to know you or something? Lucky for you, I don't remember a thing." Honestly, it was sarcastic.

"Who did this to you?" Weapon in hand, the sound Hashira started walking towards the demona and the demon who was laughing in their mind taking his as an opportunity just gave him a rather confused face, wanting to rip of the sympathetic look on his bloody face with their claw once he get close enough.

"(First name)." He was walking close, just right within the demons reach. "I watched you died." It was right above whisper which causes the demon to halt. Why does he look to sad and broken when he said that? "Tell me, who did this to you?" "Tell me who dug up my spouse corpse and turn them into such wicked creature."

At the same time, as if to end ones suffering, the demons head went flying without a sound, without pain, it was all nothing but silence.

"How plain." You blink and look up away from the tea cup right in front of you to the owner of the voice. Right in front of you was a rather flashy and handsome guy who seems to be in a same age as you. "They want me to have this plain person as my spouse? How insolence." He scoffs at you. Nevertheless the just smile at him and never look away from those maroon iris of his.

Perhaps it was your smile, or maybe he was lying to himself, because despite the plain looking clothes you have right now, you're glowing. "What's your name?" "(First name)." "Just (First name)?" "For a family who will either give up their child for a cult or for a renounce shinobi clan, I'd rather not use it." You spoke, smile never once fluttering as you continue to look at him unbothered. In the midst of silence he suddenly spoke.

"(First name) Uzui." For a moment, he saw those (eye color) iris widen before he turn his back into you. "You better start using that now, my soon to be spouse." With a smirk on his face, he closed the door behind him, missing the rather shocked look on your face that was eventually replaced with relief. Hands clenched underneath the table in victory.

Being the soon to be spouse of one of the two remaining siblings of the clan allows you to live in peace and unbothered life. With your husband rather busy with his training and would often come to the room late, the relationship between the two of you were rather awkward. Still, you don't really mind. It was more peaceful this way.

"What are you doing?" In the midst of you seing your sword back and front, you gave him a side eye but never stopped on your training. "Training?" "What for?" "Have you ever heard of demon slayers?" You asked back before looking away at him on your peripheral vision once you saw him sat down on the corner. "I think I have heard a thing or two about them. What about it?" "My clan as formerly a demon slayer clan before we switch into being a shinobi clan. I'm trying to revive our old breathing style." You spoke casually with a shrug.

"Huh, how interesting. You don't look like the type of person who could handle such thing." You were rather frail looking after all. "Honestly you're right." You laugh and stop swinging your sword and went to look at your soon to be husband. And as soon as you does, he blink. There you are in the middle of the backyard, laughing with sweat running down all the way from your forehead down to your chin. Dressed in plain clothes, Tengen doesn't think that makes you less attractive.

"But it doesn't mean I can't, doesn't mean I should give up. A lot of innocent people died in the hands of demons. I believe it's worth the try. Somehow." "..." Seeing him looking rather not interested, you just shrug and started swinging your sword again. "This breathing style that you speak of, what is it?" Poundering for a few moments, you shake your head ans chuckle, rather confusing the man right in front of you. "Sound breathing."

The first time Tengen Uzui have seen you in a rather flashy, flamboyant air was at your wedding ceremony. Being the first spouse of one of the possible next leader of the clan, you were dressed up in the most finest clothes and accessories. Complimenting your already beautiful and attractive appearance that your rather plain clothes could never.

"Are you truly my supposed to be spouse to be?" He asked on a rather joking matter once you reached the altar. "Not used seeing me like this?" You smirk at him, well aware of your attractive and flashy appearance than usual. "You should get used to it, husband."

Despite the rough start of your relationship, this got better once the two of you have gotten married at the age of 18. The two of you started getting to know each other and started spending more time with one other. At some point, you could tell that the two of you have gone closer than the two of you could imagine.

"Here." Looking at what he have on hand. It was a bunch of rather plain looking clothes. "???" "Use this." "Don't you hate it when I'm looking plain?" You laugh nevertheless take the clothes he have on hand and started putting it on your dresser. Then a whisper came across the room. "But I hate it more when other people kept looking at you." "Tengen. Are you jealous?" "If I do admit that I am jealous, would you do as I say?"

"How plain." "I wonder who's fault is that." You laugh in the midst of your own training as your husband went to spectate per usual. And then in the middle of the training, your inside starts to hurt, an intense quick pain spread throughout your body causing you to stagger forward with a gasp. "Woah there." Your husband, quick on his feet was there to catch you. "What was that?" "Sorry, I think I kind of went overboard with my training today." You laugh.

Entering the your shared room, you have noticed the rather unusual mood inside. "Darling, is their something wrong?" You quickly approach the huge man sitting down on the side of the bed. Then he whispered something under his breath, something no ordinary person would hear but all thanks to the breathing style you're currently doing, you were able to hear it. "I want to kill them." "..." "I badly want to kill them." "..." "But they were the only family I have left. What should I do?"

You don't know what happened, he was never the one to talk about his family in the first place so you naturally learn not to ask nor talk about it. Still seeing the man who was usually high and mighty in such rather confused and in a state of frustration. You pull him into an embrace. "Do what your heart wants you to do. No matter the consequences, I'll be by your side. Aren't I your spouse?"

"I don't think I could marry anyone again." As his hand run down your bare skin, leaving butterfly kisses all over your collar to your face, he spoke. "Doesn't the Uzui clan practices polygamy?" You clarified as you push him away from your face. "We do, but I only want you as my spouse. You're enough." "Don't be silly Tengen." You laugh despite the sharp pain on your chest. "Rather than that, if you'd like, I'll teach you a thing or two about our breathing style. What do you say?"

Your days with Tengen were rather short yet you could say it was one of the most happiest moments of your life. Honestly you never really thought about, only on this day, as you stare at the rather cloudy night as you lay there on the ground unmoving, unconsciously clinging into ever bit of consciousness left as you.

He was loud, he could also be a bit of clingy sometimes. He was too flashy and flamboyant that you hate him sometimes. He could also be a bit blunt and rude sometimes it hurt your feelings. "He was really.... annoying. I love him anyway." Your pale and cold lips curling up. Mind slowly going blank as you could no longer feel most of your body parts nor the pain on your side.

It was such a shame you wouldn't be able to see him. Still, you'd rather not let him see you in such state. You even wish he wouldn't be able to find you after this.

"(First name)?" Although you have gone numb, you could still hear him even fron afar with his footsteps. "(First name)." You could hear the way his voice tremble. "I'm sorry I'm late. The mission went long as expected I-" "Were the kids... that lived in the... gasp, village safe?" "Yes... yes my spouse they are safe. All thanks to you they are safe" "I'm glad." "My spouse, let's get you home and treated." "Tengen..." "...Yes My Spouse?" You tried, with ever bit of strength left to open your eyes.

"There was... a marriage proposal... that came... recently..." "My spouse we talked about this. Enough with the nonsense-" "Tengen." "..." "They... they of..fered the younger sis... but I think... Suma... the older sis...ter is much fit..-" "Okay okay, hush, stop speaking. I get it. Let's get you fixed up." "Don't cry." You smile at him, wanting to brush off the tears falling down his eyes despite the urge to close your eyes. "Don't... cry Ten...gen." "Don't leave me. Fuck. Let's get you fixed up. We're going back, okay? Just stay with me."

Holding you in his arms, trying at least to keep you warm. He went as fast and gentle as he could. Cursing himself over and over again. It wasn't supposed to be like this. He was supposed to come home with you still waiting from him on your shared room, welcoming him with a gentle and warm smile on your face. You were supposed to be laughing at him at his attempts to be clumsy whenever you would teach him the remains of your clans breathing style. Tease him for not being able to catch up whenever the two of you would went out for a sprinting race.

It was supposed to be like that, not like this. Oh God, not like this. Not like this as those (eye color) iris slowly lose the sign of life on it. You were rapidly cooling down in his arms. It was not supposed to be like this. Why does it have to be you. Fuck. Why does it have to be you who run into a demon in such time.

"Tengen..." "Yes My Spouse?" Come to think of it, you never said it to each other, right? "I... lo..ve you." And he stopped, it was barely above whispered. He stopped as you said those words, he stopped as your hand slowly fall of on your side. He look down, there you seems to be sleeping peacefully on his arms. As if you were just asleep. Drenched in your blood and sweat. He lean down and give you a kiss on the forehead.

Then it rains. As if sympathising with the man who just lost the love of his life. Leaving his cries and curses drown in the rain. It was the death of his beloved. Sometimes that he would never ever forget. Something he learned something about that will change his life forever. A lesson.

As your previous life flashed right in front of you. As your head and body starts to disintegrate.

"Who did this to you?" Tears then starts to fall. "The second upper moon, Doma." You spoke with a gentle smile on your face. "He was the leader of the cult I was supposed to be sacrifice to." You were running out of time, you knew but that didn't stop you from talking. "Digged up my corpse for him to consume but found it a waste for him to consume so he turned me into his puppet instead, for entertainment." You laugh like it was nothing.

"Tengen." You called him out gently. "You have a lovely wives by your side. I'm glad." You smile at him. How strange was it to have a talking head, but none of the two of you mind. "Don't give me that look." "You're leaving me again." "Much better than a wandering demon puppet." "..." "Thank you." "..." "I'm glad to see you again, Tengen."

As you completely turn into ashes and blown away by the wind. Tengen sat down on the ground. "Tengen-sama!" With his wives quickly surrounding him. He smiled a bit and reassured them he was okay before looking up on the sky filled with stars.

Tengen, if Gods permits. I'd like to meet and fall in love with you on my next life. But for now, I'll be watching you among the stars.

[ⓒdark-night-hero] 2023°

: this was just supposed to be an image. I haven't watched the latest season so I think Tengen might be a out of character but please do bare with it. I just saw a clips and reels about the aftermath of the able with the uppermoon six, you know that nezuko setting him in flames and his relationship with his wives and thought 'oh wait what if he has a first spouse none of them knew about?'

[love-on-mars]

Im not sure what or where the source is so take this with a big ol grain of salt BUT ive heard mick apparently would show up to photoshoots with messed up lipstick bc he would be eating a girl out right before… So, what if reader was one of these lucky girls in that situation ;3? Probably around the time of shout at the devil or theater of pain, since that was when the crue were doing the most stage makeup :3 (thank u!!!!!)

HIIIII!!!! I’m so sorry this took so long writers block is kicking ass. I need to find out where you learned about this for….reasons…..

Anyways I hope you like it!

Warnings: oral (f! Receiving), mild language, mick being unholy.

Mick Mars x Reader

Lavender Lips (18+)

Having a rockstar boyfriend had its ups and downs. The best upside are you get to see just how sexy he can be in his stage outfit. It’s always a treat to see him on stage wearing it, but up close? It’s impossible not to gawk at him.

Mick sat in the dressing room, just having finished putting on his ‘Shout at the Devil’ attire, waiting for you to come in. You two met before he joined Motley Crue, during his Vendetta days. Your sweet yet mysterious nature allured him into talking to you at one of the venues they played, and he instantly fell for you.

You also had a very spontaneous personality, which he had a love hate relationship with. As much as he loved to see you have fun he didn’t want to just run off and potentially get lost, but it wasn’t always so bad….

As you walked through the door you went straight to Mick, admiring the costume and makeup he had on. You loved the demonic look it gave him, you especially loved the dark fuchsia on his lips.

“Don’t you look ravishing…” you teased, you had always wanted him to take you in costume, but hadn’t had the opportunity yet.

Mick looked at you up and down, you were wearing a black shirt and skirt with some fishnet leggings. Simple, but tempting for the ghoulish rockstar. “As do you, my love…” he purred, stepping towards you with a sly smirk on his face.

In an instant his lips were on yours, wandering your body hungrily. Whenever he wore his stage outfit it brought out a more confident and bold side of him, almost as if he was possessed.

Mick gently lifted you up to sit you on the dresser, pushing aside whatever was in the way. As his hands found your now dripping core you realized what he was after, “Mick we can’t…you have a photo shoot…don’t wanna mess up your costume do you?” You whined out, wanting to go further but knowing he had a job to do.

“Well, maybe I don’t have to for now…” he smiled, kneeling down to remove your skirt and fishnets, along with your underwear gently. He spread your legs to reveal your drenched pussy, aching for his touch. He looked up at you as if he was asking if this is ok, you smiled down at him giving the confirmation he needed.

Immediately he began to lap and suck on your folds, instantly attacking your clit. You jolted are the feeling, letting out a small whimper. Mick had always been a master at making you come undone within seconds, even if he was barely touching you.

He looked up at you to watch your face twist into pleasure, feeling your hands in his hair only Pushes him on more and more. The most unholy and wet sounds coming from where you both meet.

“Mph…Mick the photoshoot…” you moaned as he teased your clit. “They can wait, I wanna make you cum first.” He declared as he sucked at your clit harshly. Suddenly two of his fingers slid into your warmth, pumping in and out slowly. He quickly picked up the speed of his fingers as you trembled, your orgasm inevitable.

You put your hand over your mouth to try and muffle your moans and whimpers of pleasure as Micks fingers curled up to brush your g-spot, making your legs quake and your eyes roll back. “Such a sensitive little thing…it’s ok sweetheart, cum for me…” he cooed.

You screamed into the palm of your hand as you came, Mick lapping up as much of your sweet nectar as he could. He slowly stood up, and helped you put your clothes back on. As He admired your beauty, you looked up at him and began to giggle.

“What’s so funny?” He said with a smile. “Your makeup is all smudged!” You exclaimed through giggles. Mick looked in the mirror behind you and shrugged. “It’s fine, make me look more demonic.” He smirked.

“Mars! Time to go cmon!” A man’s voice boomed outside the room. “Be back soon baby. Then we can have some real fun.” He said as he kissed your forehead.

As Mick walked into the set, the guys gave him knowing looks and smirks. “He’ll yeah old man! Get some!” Tommy shouted. Mick ignored him, needless to say the old man took his sweet time with his beloved, who said he couldn’t get some excitement every now and then?

[knockyasocksoff2022]

Dazai's a jerk when he's sick.

From last year's Sicktember prompts.

Chuuya's Perspective:

Something slams into me and I jolt awake. I sit up and look around but the room is dark and the only other person around is my partner, and he’s fast asleep. Damn brat must’ve kicked me!

The clock says there’s still an hour before I need to be awake, but once I’ve been woken I don’t fall easily asleep again so I might as well get ready, while I can still have my coffee in peace before Osamu wakes up.

Before I can finish it though my stomach starts growling fiercely. Normally as soon as we get up Osamu starts making breakfast, but today he’s still asleep.

Huffing I walk back into our bedroom to wake my husband, I do feel a little bit guilty for waking him early but I need food.

I shake his shoulders, but he stays perfectly still. I do it again, but still nothing. It’s strange, because of his insomnia, he’s always easy to wake up.

Finally, I resort to yanking the covers off. He wakes immediately. 

“WHAT?” His voice positively drips with annoyance and anger, he glares daggers at me. It catches me off guard and I don’t answer. “Oh, so you just woke me up for nothing, is that it?”  He takes the duvet from the floor and begins to lay back down.

At last, I unfreeze, whatever guilt I had before gone, “Hey! Asshole, wake up, I need breakfast, and you owe me because you kicked me out of bed!” The words come out harsh, my tone matching his.

“I don’t care.” is all he says his eyes not even open.

We go back and forth for a while before I end up dragging him out of bed and into the kitchen.

“I can’t cook, it’s too cold in here.”

“It is not! It’s 22 degrees, you’re fine, now please hurry up, I’m starving.”

“I’m not hungry, why should I cook if I’m not going to eat?”

“Osamu, stop being a lazy bastard, we’re going to be late.” The words are exasperated more than angry.

“Hmph!”

With a sigh that sounds suspiciously like the word slug, he starts cooking. Breakfast takes way longer than usual and is a little burnt but I’m hungry so it’ll do. True to his word, Osamu doesn’t eat with me, opting instead to go back to bed. Maybe whatever grumpy monster possessed him this morning will have left his body when I wake him up next.

While he sleeps I dress and ready myself for work, when I look presentable I go to poke the beast.

-

I thought he might be less of a demon after a bit more sleep but, apparently not.

When I shake him this time he wakes immediately.

“Can’t even a dumb Chibi like you see that I’m trying to sleep!”

“What did you just say?” annoyance boils under my skin, I don’t want to do this again.

“I said you’re dumb,” he says curling back up.

I yank away the duvet and extra blanket he added, “Say that again, I dare you?”

“Chibi is dumb, as in stupid, and clearly has hearing problems, now go away and let me sleep!” His voice is cold, it ticks me off.

“You have to wake up. You have a job you know. I mean I don’t know how they haven’t fired you yet, but you at least need to go in.” 

“Leave me alone, Chuuya.” his tone is the same one I use when I’m warning an enemy not to try me. What’s with him today? I mean, he’s always kind of a disrespectful dick but, damn.

I make my tone just as cutting, “Well I can’t leave you here, you’ll probably burn down the house and kill yourself or something. Now get up and get dressed, you’re late.”

“I said LEAVE ME ALONE, CHUUYA!!!” his voice sounds like a roar, so loud it scares me.

“Jesus, Osamu, what’s with you today, it’s unlike you to be this shitty? You know what, don’t answer, it’s fine. I don’t even care, go to sleep and die, that’ll make me really happy. I’m going to go to work like a contributing member of society.” and with that I walk out, locking the door behind me.

—

When I get back the house is completely silent, Osamu must be out in the river or wherever he plans to stage his latest attempt on his life. My words from this morning come back to me, I told him he should just die. . . . No, he wouldn’t, he wouldn’t take that seriously. He knows how much I love him, right? It’s fine, he knows I didn’t mean it. The self-assurance doesn’t work very well.

I start to get up to go look for him when I hear loud coughing and then a thud of something human-sized hitting the floor. I run towards the origin of the sound, our bedroom, and throw open the door.

Osamu lays on the floor, on his back, looking rather disoriented. He must’ve coughed so hard he fell.

“Huh?” he sees me, “Oh, Chuuya, how long have you been here, are you going to help me, or not?” His voice is still bitter but the scratchiness of it cuts down the intimidation factor. . . and then he breaks into a coughing fit, and it doesn’t stop the coughing continues and continues a seemingly endless supply of wet hacking coughs bursting out of him so quickly it even looks painful.

I rub his back, my anger long forgotten.

When the fit finally ends his nose is runny and he scrubs it on his sleeve. I can practically feel the heat from his pale body by just being next to him, but I put my hand on his forehead anyway. He’s burning. 

Guilt sweeps through me, when I shook him and when I yanked him out of bed he’d felt warm but I’d assumed that it was just from the blankets.

“You’re sick.”

“No, really?” he croaks

“Come on, let’s get you something for that cough.”

“No, I don’t wanna move.”

“Fine. What have you taken today? Have you even eaten anything today?”

“You think I’ve been able to get out of bed like this?” his sarcasm remains strong even as his voice slowly crackles out.

I ignore it, knowing an argument is the last thing he needs right now. “Okay, I’ll take it that’s a no. Well, you need medicine as quickly as possible so, I know it isn’t really ‘sick person food’ but can you eat some tonkatsu? It’s all we have in the fridge, and you gotta eat something before I give you medicine. Your stomach’s okay, right?”

He nods, I think his voice must be completely gone now.

He pokes at the breading of the pork, slightly soggy from being in the fridge, and pouts, shoving it away.

“Well, sorry, Your Royal Highness, shopping day is tomorrow and I didn’t have much to work with.” I huff, trying not to get annoyed.

With a scowl, he pulls the plate back towards him and begins to peel the breading off.

-

When he’s finally finished, (I swear he ate so slowly just to annoy me, his hatred for medicine aside) he pouts again.

“You’ve gotta take this. You’re warm as hell, this isn’t just something you can sleep off.”

He shakes his head. His voice is long gone, but I can read his lips: “Nu-uh.”

“Yuh-huh. Open up. And don’t you dare act like this is the most disgusting thing you’ve tasted, I‘ve seen you eat year-old canned crab.”

He narrows his eyes, testing me. At last, he huffs, nodding sharply and holding up a finger. One.

“Yeah, just one big sip. I’ll make coffee after, kay.”

He takes the cup, sniffs it then mock gags. 

“Arse.”

-

Five minutes of convincing later, the cup is empty. I groan, my anklebone sore from sitting on the hardwood floor like that for so long.

“You’re a jerk when you’re sick, you know that.”

He nods again, then waves me off towards the kitchen, muttering, “Coffee.”

-

When I return he’s fast asleep.

I can’t help but laugh. “Jerk,” I whisper to no one.

[likablemuffin]

Never go into alleys. Except if you want to be possessed. (Whumptober)

(From: Random ROTTMNT oneshots)

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Day 21: Body horror

"You guyssss.... come on! It was a tie!" 

Leo had lost the bet of who could play a Hatsune Miku rhythm game better with Donnie. The punishment? The loser had to go grab the other anything they wanted from the convenience store. "No, it was not. I won fair and square, Nardo." Leo groans and drags his feet on the ground as he walks. "Of course you did... because you're such a nerd when it comes to Hatsune Miku...."

Donnie scoffs offensively. "EXCUSE YOU. HATSUNE MIKU IS AMAZING." Leo gets to the entrance to the lair, but he turns around to talk to Donnie more. "I never said she wasn't! I just said you were a NERD!!" Donnie's eye starts to twitch, and Raph has to restrain him from attacking Leo. Leo sticks his tongue out and skips away.

As Leo walks along the streets of New York, he smells the air. Of course, the smell isn't exactly amazing, but Leo hasn't smelled any air besides this one. As Leo walks by a certain alleyway, he hears some voices talking together. "Where do you think we could get a host?" "Well, I don't know. Why are you asking me?" 

Leo was admittedly a bit curious. I mean, how could he not be? "What's all this about a host?" The two people in the alley instantly turn around. They both seem to be wearing some weird white cloak that covers their entire body. Not even their face is visible, as the hood of the cloak casts a shadow over their entire face. One of them speaks up, "You are not permitted to be here. Leave. Or else you will suffer more than you ever have or ever imagined." 

Leo cringes at the whole "evil" talk. "Look, I'm not here to stop you from doing whatever it is you're doing; I'm just curious as to what it is." The two people look at each other and nod before speaking again. "Oh, believe me, you will have most certainly wished you had tried to stop us." "What do you mean by th-" Leo doesn't even get to finish his sentence before an extremely sharp pain enters his skull and he falls to the ground. As his eyes close, he sees three people circle around him. Damnit. He didn't notice there was a third one...

When he wakes up, his ears are ringing and his head feels like it's on fire. He's also tied up, and there's a whole bunch of those guys in the weird cloaks standing in front of a portal or something..? Leo's vision is pretty blurry, but that's what it looks like to him. One of the people looks at him, and once they see he's awake, they point him out to the others.

Three of the people come up to him and pick him up, carrying him towards the portal. Leo tries to struggle against their hold, but he's so weak it doesn't do anything. They take him up to the portal and genuinely chuck him in. Leo looks behind him and is not exactly happy when he sees the portal close behind him. Well, thats just fabulous. 

"Hmm...are you the host they brought me?" Leo freezes as he hears a deep voice almost directly in front of him. He turns his head to look at who spoke and almost falls back in surprise. Standing in front of him is a strange, shadowy figure. The figure seems to be...melting? It seems like its flesh is dripping onto the floor. Thank goodness its just fully black. If it was actually skin colored, that would certainly be a sight to see...

"The...the what?" The figure seems to disappear into the floor and then reappear right next to Leo. Some drips fall off of it and onto Leo, which causes him to shiver. "The host." Its voice right next to Leo's ear sends shivers down his spine. "As you can probably see, my form isn't doing to well...so, I requested they find me a host." Leo freezes as he realizes just what that means. "A-Are you a..." The figure chuckles. "A demon? Oh yes."

The figure disappears again and shows up right in front of Leo this time. "You may call me Anomaly." Anomaly bows. "It is not my true name, but I do not think you would be able to understand the true one." Leo shivers again. "What is your true name...?" Anomaly scoffs and straightens himself. "I suppose I can tell you." But much to Leo's surprise, instead of an actual name, he just hears Anomaly say random noises. 

Anomaly notices Leo's confusion and scoffs again. "Of course you can't understand it." Leo takes a few steps back but gets very easily tripped by a weird vine that comes out of the ground. When Leo looks down to see what it was, it looks like how Anomaly looks. Completely black and dripping. Anomaly starts walking towards Leo. "Oh no, no, no." Anomaly chuckles to himself. "I do not think you understand. You are mine now. Mine to posses." 

Leo's eyes widen and Anomaly chuckles again. "It's nothing against you, child. I simply need a body, and you were the first one that they captured." Before Leo can say anything, Anomaly touches him and starts going into Leo's skin. Leo screams, and he continues to scream until his screams slow and eventually stop. 

Leo stands up and starts pressing against the ropes holding him. They eventually break, and he stares at his hands. He chuckles and speaks in a strange voice that sounds like two people at once. "Ah yes... this body will be perfect...." Leo Anomaly turns around and swipes his hand in the air. Instantly, a portal forms back to the place with all the people in the white robes.

As he walks through, all the people bow down before him. "Have we chosen a suitable body for you?" Anomaly flexes his fingers a few times before looking at them and smiling a smile that most definitely didn't look natural. "Yes. You've chosen quite a nice one..."

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"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DONT KNOW WHERE LEO IS?!" April screams at Donnie. April had come over after Leo had left and was greeted by the wonderful idea that Leo is missing. "He's gone! I don't know!" Mikey walks up behind Donnie and looks at Donnie's tech gauntlet which has all their trackers. Sure enough, Leo's is not on the screen. 

Splinter sleepily walks into the room. "What on earth are you all talking about?? I was just trying to sleep, and then I was woken up by your noise!" Raph looks at Splinter with a worried expression on his face. "Pops! Leo's missing!" Splinter rubs his eyes and yawns. "Yes, yes, very ni-" Splinter pauses and finally registers what Raph said. "BLUE IS MISSING?!"

Raph nods, and suddenly, all of their communicators go off. They crackle on, and a strange voice exits them. "I want you all to find them now. Do you understand me? I will NOT be waiting any longer for you idiotic swine to find the rest of them." "W-Well, master, you must forgive us, but we can't just find the rest of the Hamato's instantly..." "You found this one for me, didn't you? You should know where the rest of them are." "Ah, well, this one was just wandering around the surface." "Oh, of course he was...well, you'd better find them soon, or else I will not be very pleased." "Yes master."

They hear someone walk away and someone scoff. "They're all such fools...at least they're all expendable..." Mikey whispers something to himself, but the person on the other side of the communicator hears him. "Hm? Hello? I didn't know this thing was on..." Raph speaks up this time. "Hello? Who are you exactly? How do you have one of our communicators?" The person pauses. "Ah...you must be the Hamato family..."

The person chuckles to themselves before Leo's voice comes through the communicators. "Sorry guys, I got lost on the way home. But how exactly do I find you guys again?" Mikey, being the gullible guy he is, instantly starts basically reciting how to get to the lair. Donnie shuts him up really quickly. Donnie speaks into his communicator. "You're not Leo, are you?" The person on the other side huffs before they go back to their original voice. Which now that they're hearing it more, it sounds a lot like Leo's voice combined with a much deeper voice. "Oh no, boo hoo, you got me. But my question still stands."

Donnie rolls his eyes and looks at Raph, basically asking with his look if they should continue the conversation. Raph nods and speaks into his communicator. "But we have a question for you. Why do you sound like Leo, and how do you know his name?" The person on the other side of the communicator talks to someone else in the room before talking into the communicator again. "Oh, I know him very very well; don't worry." 

Donnie looks at Raph again, and Raph nods again. So Donnie turns off the communicator. April looks at Raph and Donnie. "I will never understand how you guys know exactly what the other is thinking..." Mikey jumps onto Raph's back. "Who was that, do you think?" Donnie shrugs. "I don't know Mikey...but he certainly didn't seem friendly..." April talks from behind them. "ARE WE JUST GOING TO IGNORE THE FACT THAT HE SOUNDED LIKE LEO? LIKE, EXACTLY? YEAH? OKAY, I GUESS." 

Splinter nods and walks over to stand next to April. "I agree with April. Why did that person sound like Blue? And why did he say he knows Blue?" Donnie shrugs and starts tapping away on his tech gauntlet. "Several reasons..." Everyone waits for Donnie to continue, but he doesn't, so April speaks instead. "Like???" Donnie groans. "I don't know!" Mikey hugs Raph's neck. "Wheres Leo though? That's what I want to know.." Raph sighs. "I don't know Mikey..."

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It was the next day. Leo still hadn't shown up, and everyone was searching for him nonstop. But they didn't have to stay worried for much longer because one of Donnie's alarms went off. The one that said someone was in the lair. They went downstairs, and who did they see?

"Leo...?"

Leo steps into the hallway doorway. However, his eyes are black, and they're somehow dripping the same color of black as the eyes. "Hello there, Hamato family." Donnie notices pretty quickly that Leo's voice doesn't sound quite right..."Who are you." Leo chuckles, and it sends shivers down everyone's spines. "I'm your brother! Don't you recognize me..?" 

Leo's smile looks far too unnatural for Donnie's liking. Oh yeah, and also the fact the eyes are black doesn't help his case either. "No, you are not Leo. Who are you." Leo? rolls his eyes. "Ah, alright, fine. I am not your brother. Although I'm very sure that you already knew that. My name is Anomaly."

Donnie takes out his tech bo and points it at him. "Okay...but why do you look like Leo?" Anomaly chuckles, and the chuckles slowly grow louder until it turns into a full-blown laugh. "Oh, don't you understand?! Your brother is my host! Oh, come on, don't tell me you've never heard of demon possession before!" Anomaly continues to laugh, and Mikey, Donnie, and Raph start to back up from him.

"W-What do you mean...? L-Leo isnt...dead? Is he..?" Mikey whisper speaks. Anomaly suddenly stops laughing, and he snaps his head towards them. "Oh no, he's not dead." Anomaly suddenly disappears and shows up right next to Mikey. "In fact, he's screaming for you." From the spot where he's standing, Anomaly punches Mikey and sends him flying. 

"Mikey!!" Raph screams and starts running towards Mikey. However, a black vine comes out of the ground and wraps around Raph's leg, knocking him down. "You little-!" Donnie yells before trying to attack Anomaly. Anomaly manages to dodge almost all of his attacks, except for the final one. Which Donnie actually accidentally does. Donnie hits the wrong button and turns the tech bo into a sword. Which then proceeds to be stabbed into Anomaly's hand. Aka, Leo's hand. 

However, Anomaly doesn't even seem fazed; in fact, he manages to grab the tech bo with the stabbed hand and yanks Donnie forward. He stares at Donnie for a bit before he smiles at him with all his teeth and throws Donnie across the room. Anomaly yanks the tech bo out of his hand and throws it on the ground.

"Is that really all you've got? It's quite pitiful-" He can't say anything else before he gets pinned to the ground by Draxum. "D-Draxum! You came!" Mikey says from the spot where he's trying to stand up with help from the wall. "Yes, I did. And what exactly is going on here?" Anomaly struggles viciously under Draxum's grip. "Get off of me, you bastard!" Draxum scoffs. "As if...uh...whatever your name is. Michelangelo?" Mikey hobbles over to him. "I-I'll explain. Let's just get Leo- Anomaly. Into one of those trapping circle thingys." Draxum raises an eyebrow. "Why?" Mikey shakes his head. "I said I'll explain it; just... we gotta do that first."

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"HE'S WHAT?!" Mikey winces as Draxum yells in his ear. Anomaly continually tries to get through the trapping circle and keeps hissing every time it shocks him. "Yes, Leo is possessed...or whatever." Draxum pinches the bridge of his nose. "I swear, every single time I leave you all alone for a few days, all hell breaks loose." 

Anomaly growls from where he's sitting, and Draxum glares at him. "If you don't shut up, I will incinerate you." Anomaly raises a nonexistent eyebrow at him and chuckles slightly. "You wouldn't kill one of your own creations, would you?" Draxum's eyes widen. "How do you know that?" He snaps. Anomaly sits cross-legged and puts his head on his palm. "Oh, I know everything about Leonardo...I'm in his head, remember?"

Draxum makes a noise of disgust and turns away from him. "Michelangelo." Mikey perks up when he hears his name being spoken. "You are going to come with me and find a way to cure Leonardo." Mikey nods and starts following Draxum as he walks away. Anomaly laughs from behind them. "Good luck doing that mortals!" 

So now, its been a few hours. Donnie, Raph, Splinter, and April have been looking over Anomaly while Draxum and Mikey are gone. Most of the time though, it's just Anomaly having staring contests with everyone. He always wins them though, which does make sense considering the fact he can't really feel any pain or discomfort while in Leo's body. Leo can still feel it though...

Finally, Draxum and Mikey return, holding a weirdly colored potion. Raph notices them almost instantly, and he speaks to them. "Guys! Did you find a cure?" Mikey nods his head vigorously and gestures to Draxum. Draxum proceeds to speak. "Yes, we did. It might be hard to give to him, but it is guaranteed to work." Raph stands from where he's sitting and walks up to them. "Alright. What do we have to do?"

Draxum grimaces. "It won't be very fun for Leonardo...but we'll have to make him swallow this potion." Draxum holds up the potion. "Okay..." Raph says, uncertain. "And what will that do?" Draxum clears his throat and continues. "Well, it will make Leonardo throw up the demon." Donnie turns around with a confused expression. "How the fuck does that work?" Raph glares at him. "No swearing." Donnie completely ignores Raph. "Well?"

Mikey shrugs. "Honestly, we don't know. Draxum went looking in the old Hidden City library, and one of the books was a book that was just on how to extract demons from people. Apparently that happens often enough in the Hidden City that a book was made on it. Anyways! There was lots of stuff for different types of demons and stuff, but we eventually managed to find a page on a situation that sounds just like this one! So then we made the potion, and now we're here!"

Donnie's shoulders slump, and he looks away before saying, "Still didn't really answer my question, but whatever..."

They all look at Anomaly, and Anomaly raises an eyebrow at them all. "Why are you all looking at me?" Raph sighs and cracks his knuckles. "I guess it's all or nothing?" Draxum shrugs and walks up to the trapping circle. "I suppose so." Anomaly seems to notice the potion, and his eyes widen slightly. He clearly knows what it's supposed to do. He still chuckles and smirks at Draxum, though. "Good luck trying to make me swallow that, bitch." 

Draxum sighs and gestures for the others to come closer. "Well, you're only one person. I'm sure we can figure something out." Draxum enters the circle, and Mikey, Raph, and Donnie enter after him. Anomaly gets a genuine panicked expression look on his face and tries to move away from them. He obviously stops when he reaches the wall of the circle. 

Everyone seems uncomfortable at the idea of holding Leo down and forcing him to drink the potion, but they know they have to. So, Raph grabs Leo's legs, Mikey his arms, and Donnie pries his mouth open. Draxum carefully pours the potion into Leo's throat. Obviously, Leo squirms around to try and get out of their grasp, and they do let him go when he finally drinks the potion. 

Leo starts coughing and coughing, until eventually, just as Draxum said, he throws up a black goo. He almost immediately faints after, and Donnie has to prop him up so he doesn't fall into it. Although he probably wouldn't have fallen into it anyways considering the fact the goo starts to move.

Raph starts to freak out at that, but Draxum puts a hand on his shoulder. "Its alright. It's the demon; of course it will still be alive. Don't worry though; it can't leave the trapping circle. Donatello, grab your brother." Donnie nods and picks Leo up, carrying him out of the circle. Raph and Mikey follow him out of the circle, but Draxum stays in the circle for a bit longer. "You are a pitiful demon. You're dying, and what do you do? You possess a teenager. You disgust me, Anomaly." The black goo tries to leave the circle, but it gets zapped. 

Draxum rolls his eyes and finally steps out of the circle. The goo tries to follow him out, but of course, it just gets shocked again. "I'll deal with you later. But right now, I need to make sure my son is alright. Especially considering the fact you allowed him to be stabbed." Draxum glares at the goo before turning around and heading to the med bay where Leo was taken.

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[serickswrites]

could you add me to the tag list for Eyes Like Fire? also, how to you organize all of your WIPs and tag lists? i can barely keep my few WIPs untangled in my head

- @eyehartart

Hello, friend! I absolutely can add you!

Ok, so the tag list is the easy part because I only tag people who reblog, comment, or reply to a post (the likes are just beyond my brain at this time), and of course if people message or send an ask for me to add them. As for how I organize all my WIP, it's a really shitty system, but I have a notebook that I put all the stories I want to continue in. I put one per page and I put the general plot (like how many parts, what happens in each part) and then when I'm ready to write it, I put it on a word doc (or sometimes they sit in my drafts on tumblr depending on my mood). My notebook is a bit of a monster right now because I have filled it, so I have loose pieces of paper, post its, and notebook paper jammed in it because I refuse to get a new notebook to fill until I finish writing all the pieces in it. I used to have multiple notebooks at a time, but that was really stressful. I highlight a story once it's completely written and I put paperclips on the top of the pages that still need to be written.

I also keep notes on my phone because if the idea strikes and I don't have my notebook with me I have to write it down somewhere. It's really not a good system, but it works for my brain. I continue pieces on request, or if I see that it's getting good traction and I wouldn't mind continuing it. More often than not though, when I post a piece, I already know (and have likely plotted) that it has multiple parts--usually because I envision the ending and have to work backwards.

I hope this answered your questions! In the mean time, please enjoy another 'Eyes Like Fire', which, fwiw, is actually not fully plotted. I am lowkey pantsing this one lol

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

Warnings: destruction, mayhem, unconsciousness, magic, binding

Villain hadn't moved from where they lay. Hero slowly crept forward. They didn't have any salt, but they couldn't let Villain get up and continue on their rampage. They had to do something.

The demon seemed unconscious, Hero realized as they pulled out their phone. They didn't need salt, but they needed something to bind Villain so they could no longer attack the city.

Hero scrolled until they found a binding spell. They quickly skimmed the spell, reasoning that they would remember it more once they got going.

"I'm not going to let you destroy my home. I'm going to stop you. And send you back to where you came from," Hero muttered as they grabbed the chalk they always kept in their pocket.

The spell was simple, draw a circle of power, draw the binding, say the incantation, and then, boom, demon would be trapped and bound. Hero worked quickly. They couldn't risk the demon waking up. Didn't want to risk. They didn't know why Villain had fainted and they weren't about to question this boon. They just needed to stop the demon.

They stood back to admire their handy work. They had drawn a crude circle around the demon, large enough that they didn't have to get too close--Hero remembered something about their ability to possess different bodies if another body touched their current body. Hero felt bad for whatever person this demon had possessed. Once they bound the demon, they would look up the exorcism spell. One thing at a time.

Hero quickly muttered the spell, they had to do this before the demon woke up. They had to work quickly. Villain groaned as Hero muttered the final word. Villain blinked up at Hero, their eyes glinting with the reflection of fire deep within. Hero had never seen a demon with eyes like fire. "What--" Villain's words suddenly cut off as the magic took its course.

Hero was ready. They had beaten a demon! But as they watched Villain rise and step out of the circle, they realized they had made a mistake. This wasn't a spell that would bind Villain to the circle. This was a spell that bound them to the spell's caster.

"Oh fuck," both Hero and Villain said in unison as they realized what had gone horribly wrong.

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NGL, nonnie, I saw this after four hours sleep and squinted at it and tried to zoom in because my sleepy brain honest to god thought it was some kind of weird inbox attachment...

...and then I remembered the WIP meme. Eventually.

📄What’s a WIP you never finished that you would like to go back and revisit?

The Legacy! (See, this being asked multiple times means I can talk about multiple WIPs.) My actual first entrance into published TMNT fic before I got distracted writing Underdark instead, and then everything else that followed. This is another fic with a lot of moving parts and it's a whole bunch darker than some of mine, because anyone who's reading it will note I'm racking up a body count of the Lost Season acolytes. You see, the Lost Season irritated me for a variety of reasons. For one, we went from four seasons of "ninjas in the shadows/outcasts" to "glowy markings DRAGONS WOO" and they were so fixated on telling a big epic story that... there weren't any real character moments in it for anyone? And everyone glowed and turned into dragons and there was a Tribunal etc, and with the passage of time I'm a bit more tolerant about it, but the fact remained that season 5 had such a different feel to 1-4, which I appreciated much more.

Anyway. Lost season also brought us demon!Shredder and a too trite wrap-up (Karai and Chaplin holding hands and walking off into the sunset? Really?) and also an interesting plot point left unaddressed that, despite all my disappointment with the season in general, niggled at me and said "what if".

And thus with great irony did I go "this is the worst season**. Imma write a whole epic following on from that THANKS BRAIN--" but at least I can have fun upping the stakes and playing with demons and necromantic rituals and possession and, yeah, murdering a bunch of otherwise harmless and likable NPCs for a good cause (everyone else's suffering). This one's fully outlined and involves overseas vacations, my favourite tropes, turtles dressing like Foot Elite and somehow getting away with it, and a Leo v Mikey cage match which I am going to give no context for. If I can get my brain going for this one it will be a lot of fun, and really, as per all my WIPs, I've made headway into a new chapter, so. Wish me luck. <

** was the worst season. I'll take a dozen Lost Seasons over whatever BTTS was.

Thank you! <3

WIP meme questions here.

[janetbrown711]

Little Lion Man

Pigsy sends the kids off with Tang for a field trip to the zoo on the eight year anniversary of his abandonment of Sandy. Surely he will be perfectly fine on his own, especially if nobody calls him. And surely Tang will be fine handling the kids on his own for the first time ever. Everything is fine.

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Ao3 Link

Pigsy woke up to his alarm on October 14th the same way he did every goddamned year: with his alarm blaring, dread in his chest, and a lump in his throat. It was aggravating– even when Pigsy made an effort not to keep track of calender dates, his body just knew– it just fucking knew. Then again it probably didn’t help that today was also the day of the field trip to the zoo that Tang was chaperoning for MK and Mei– which was good, but also meant for weeks all he’d heard about was today’s date.

The last time he ever talked to Sandy.

Pigsy was going to open the restaurant. He had every year since that godawful call. He had to. It wasn’t like he ever wanted to close it though– that would be stupid. He needed the money. ‘Sides, Pigsy never closed– unless it was for the kids. But that was different. This was nothing. A memory. Something that happened eight years ago. Pigsy was fine. This didn’t matter.

Sit up. Crack the back. Turn off that stupid alarm. Breathe.

He’d lived here for over a month, but it was still difficult to adjust to the fact that while this room certainly had the space for a kitchen, he’d actually have to go out for any of that.

Unlike that day. Or night, really. It was 2:46 AM when he’d gotten the first call. He’d just gotten home from spending the night with some lady demon at a stupid ass bar. He was exhausted from the drinking and hollering and had just wanted to crash into bed, and when he saw it was an unknown number he just ignored it.

“PIGGY! I CAN’T FIND MY BACKPACK!” Mei called from the hallway.

The chef rubbed his eyes. “Have you looked in the closet?”

A bit of pause.

“NOT THERE– OH WAIT–” Pigsy chuckled a little as he heard things being tossed. “FOUND IT!”

“Well there you go, kid. Get ready.” He called out and with a quick patter, she was gone.

Find a clean shirt. Put in one arm, then the other. Make sure the buttons aren’t crooked. Find pants, one leg, then the other. Find socks. Realize all of your socks are a mess. Realize you are a mess. Put them on anyway. Find shoes, tie them. Breathe.

Pigsy was glad he wasn’t going on the field trip. Of course Mk and Mei had practically begged him, but it was a good step for Tang to have them for a couple of hours. Sorta like ‘testing the waters’ or whatever. ‘Sides, he was feeling hungover, despite the fact he didn’t drink at all the previous night. Or– week, for that matter. Either way there was a headache and he didn’t feel like making breakfast.

MK was already dressed and waiting for the pig demon at the kitchen island, feet swinging happily with the kind of pure joy radiating on his face that only a child could possess.

“Morning Pigsy!” He said, leaning forward. “Whatcha gonna make today?”

“Cereal. I’m tired,” Pigsy grumbled, pulling down a box of ‘Monkey Charms’ and some bowls.

MK laughed a little. “You’re tired a lot, Pigsy.”

“Yeah. I am,” Pigsy sighed, going to the fridge for milk, disappointed to find there was barely enough for two bowls– but whatever, he’d just skip it. Wasn’t like he couldn’t afford it.

MK was content though, scarfing down his food at his usual quick pace while he tried to talk about the latest episode of The Ninja King while Pigsy brewed himself a pot of coffee and tried to listen.

He hadn’t even had time to take his coat off when the phone rang again. With a grunt, he set it on the counter, upset he saw it was the same unknown number. He had gone to pour himself a glass of baijiu. It had stopped ringing by the time he finished drinking it.

“...And then Monkey King– er– Monkey Ninja King was all like ‘Watch this suckaaaaa’ and did a backflip, snapped the bad guy's neck and saved the day! It was so cool, Pigsy– I love cable,” MK finished, snapping Pigsy back.

“Sounds kind of violent, don’t it?” Pigsy didn’t have an issue, he just wondered how a kid like MK would like something like that.

“Eh, it was cool,” MK shrugged with a grin, eating more cereal. “Plus, it was to defend this lady monkey so it was for honor and stuff and the greater good.”

“Well that’s good I guess,” Pigsy shrugged to himself.

“MK-! Do you have my– Cereal? Why cereal?” Mei stopped in her tracks.

“What’s wrong with cereal? Don’t you like it?” The chef frowned a little.

“Nooo, I dooo, it’s just– I dunno– boring?” Mei shrugged.

“Well it’s what you’re getting today. Mr. Tang can buy you two some lunch– and if he can’t, then tell him I’ll pay him back,” Pigsy rubbed his forehead and went back to his coffee.

“Ughhhhhhhhhh, okay,” Mei groaned, taking her seat and complying.

The machine beeped and Pigsy grabbed his favorite mug and poured.

With the blink of dissociative eyes, Pigsy was already out the door and dropped the kids off at the school, and apparently he’d lit a cigarette somewhere along the way too. He wasn’t supposed to– he knew MK hated it, but he couldn’t smother it no matter how hard he tried.

“Hey you two little monkeys-! You ready for the field trip?” Tang snuck up on Pigsy and cheered for the kids who quickly joined in.

“I wanna see the monkeys! I hear they got cool nets and stuff and you can go through tunnels and stuff and they’ll move around you,” MK grinned big, glad to step away from the smoke a bit.

“Well I wanna see the reptile room. I wanna see me a big old lizard boy,” Mei announced.

“I’m sure we’ll have plenty of time for both, you two,” Tang laughed before turning his attention to Pigsy.

“Are… you okay?” His face immediately fell.

“Bad morning. Have fun with the kids,” Pigsy half-lied, not wanting to get into it and figuring a simple explanation would keep him happy and at least slightly unworried.

“Oh– uh– will do then,” Tang winced a little, before adding– “Try not to smoke too much, though.”

Pigsy snorted weakly before saying motionless goodbyes and heading off to the restaurant by himself.

In the subway, his phone rang. Pigsy’s breath hitched as he fished it out and immediately hit decline, not even bothering to check caller ID. He also didn’t get rid of his cigarette when someone told him it wasn’t allowed on the train. He rode in silence, until he was suddenly unlocking the door of the restaurant.

8:32– he was late.

How, he didn’t know– maybe there’d been a delay in the train. Maybe he’d done something wrong– well that was probably guaranteed but– ugh, he didn’t have time for this. He set his cigarette in an ashtray and started prepping, startled when half way through slicing chives he realized he already had another in his mouth, and the stench was starting to burn his throat.

Get it together.

Suddenly he was finished with both the cigarette and the prep work and so opened at–

9:03– still late.

This time he saw himself fish out his reds and lighter but he didn’t even bother to try and pull back.

His phone buzzed to life again at 9:32, when still nobody had arrived at the restaurant. He took it out of his pocket but instead of answering, he placed it on the counter and watched it buzz and buzz and ring and ring and ring and ring and– Why hadn’t anyone arrived yet? It was a friday for crying out loud– Pigsy was supposed to be busy by now– his hands were supposed to be clocking in orders and he was just supposed to be lost in the circadian rhythm– they were supposed to fucking be here already.

When the phone finally stopped buzzing, Pigsy scrubbed down the restaurant one– two– three but still by 10:19 nobody was there. Nobody. Not a single soul.

Alone.

…He wasn't supposed to– it was technically illegal, but he opened a bottle of rice wine and began to drink, the dry mix of sweet and sour clashing with the ash and toxicity of tobacco. It was god awful and didn't do anything to make Pigsy feel better but he continued to drink anyways as his world just started to spiral in his head.

Nobody was there.

Was he even reading the clocks right? It was morning– people should be here– they shouldn't let him do this– he shouldn't let him do this–

His phone rang again.

Enraged, Pigsy snatched the phone from the counter and grabbed another bottle of wine (having finished the first) before storming up the stairs into the mostly empty apartment that was in the process of becoming an office/hang out space for MK and Mei. He set the phone on the counter and sat at a stool and watched it as his mind tugged him further and further back into the past.

Pigsy popped open the bottle and took a long, long swig.

.o0o.

Annoyance had flooded Pigsy’s senses when the phone rang a third time that morning, and despite his instincts to just hang up and block the number, he answered.

“Hello–”

“Pigsy-! Thank the stars you answered– I-i—”

“Sandy? The hell happened to your phone?” Pigsy poured himself another glass of baijiu.

“Pigsy– l-look, I-i– I don’t know what to do– I-i didn’t know who to call– I-i–”

“Woah, woah, woah– slow your roll here, man,” Pigsy huffed and took a sip. “The hell happened? Are you– crying?”

“I-i’m in jail, Pigsy– b-but look– you gotta listen to me– whatever they tell you, I-i didn’t mean to, okay? She was my world Bajie– please–”

All humor left the air and Pigsy set his glass down. “Sandy, you gotta calm down. I can’t understand you with all this weepin’.”

Harsh words– too harsh.

“Pigsy please, you gotta help me–”

“Sandy, stop– Just–” Pigsy rubbed his forehead, leaning on the sink. “It’s way too late for this, and you know I got delivery day tomorrow– ‘sides, bail is closed on the weekends.”

“I just– Xin– you know I-i love her– b-but I thought– she looked like one of ‘em– the enemy soldiers– I didn’t mean to hurt her, Bajie, you know I never would.”

Pigsy’s eyes widened, a lump forming rapidly in his throat.

“Sandy… what happened to Xin?”

His friend didn’t reply.

“Sandy, answer me," Pigsy slammed his fist against his fridge.

Sandy, the tall and stoic and brave, just started blubbering like a baby again and all Pigsy could do was shake his head to stop realization from hitting him, but it settled in nonetheless.

“B-bajie– I swear I didn’t mean to– I didn’t mean to– It was an accident– I thought sh-she– A-and now– I-i can’t live with myself– Bajie please–”

Pigsy took his trembling legs to the table where he lowered the phone and poured another drink through rapidly cloudy eyes.

Hai Xin was the kindest woman alive and the perfect soulmate for Sandy: tall, strong, honest and confident. She was everything Pigsy couldn’t have ever been– she made Sandy happy.

And now she was fucking gone. Because of Sandy. Because of the war.

Because of Pigsy.

“–Bajie y-you have to help me– you know I didn’t mean it– I never would– I loved her– I loveher– please–”

“Jesus fucking Christ Sandy– what the hell do you expect me to do?! Y-you killed her–! I-i can’t–”

"Pigsy, please. No one else knows me like you– y-you’re my best friend– you have to help me," His friend wept.

“Friend???” Pigsy laughed bitterly, tears falling down his face. “I-i– I’m not your friend, Sandy– Friends don’t do this to each other.”

“B…Pigsy, you don’t mean–”

“Of course I fucking do! I-i– I can’t do this– I can’t be with you– I-i–” Pigsy buried his face in his hands.

“Pigsy… please… It was an accident– please believe me…”

Pigsy shook his head violently before having to take several deep breaths so he could spit out, “Get a lawyer, Sandy. A good one.”

Sandy gasped on the other line– “W-wait, Pigsy– plea–”

Pigsy hung up, poured himself another glass of baijiu, and chugged it down before collapsing into sobs.

.o0o.

Sobbing.

Pigsy was sobbing.

He was sitting at the same fucking table, in the same fucking apartment, holding the same fucking phone– that phone– that ringing, unceasing phone– that stupid fucking cursed phone that had destroyed everything–

In half a heartbeat, Pigsy stood and threw his phone against the wall with all his might, shattering it into bits and pieces instantly. He was almost startled by the monstrous force behind it, before he touched his face and realized he had completely lost his glamor.

Long tusks, scarred cheek, wild and matted fur, and roughly seven feet tall– probably 700 pounds too.

He looked like the monster he was inside.

Pigsy immediately sank to his knees and wept– he wept and wept and wept and wept until he was on the floor next to the completely empty bottle of rice wine, sharp pain infecting his chest as it felt he forgot how to breathe.

“S-sandy, I– *hic* – I-i didn’ mean– I’m so– *hic*–sorry,” He gave meaningless, useless, pathetic apologies to the swirling apartment around him. Painful ringing filled his ears and all he could do was cry and cry and cry and cry.

Hai Xin was a saint. Sandy was a saint. And Pigsy? Pigsy was what you saw– a filthy, disgusting, violent, destructive, addicted, fat demon who can’t ever solve his own goddamned messes and was now intoxicated, miserable, and alone.

His vision started to blur as the pain and agony in chest grew. He tried drinking more wine to drown out his disappointment and wrath but by now the bottle was empty so he threw that aside too, glass going everywhere.

Broken pieces– shattered lives– what was Pigsy even doing right now?? God– he totally destroyed his phone– what if it was Tang who called? The school? Were MK and Mei alright? What about Tang? Were all three of them– he shouldn't have left them alone– he shouldn't have left any of them alone. This was his fault. He was a monster– a beast– a murderer– a–

“Mr. Zhu?” A soft voice sent Pigsy shooting straight up, and he immediately swung a punch in that direction, but the (glowing???) figure dodged with perfect ease.

Pigsy landed on the floor with a heavy thud and he cut himself on some of the glass from the wine bottle. He turned back to them, anger still bright in his eyes before the glowing figure touched his arm, and a deep calm washed over him, relaxing his breath and muscles before he could focus his eyes and realize that the bright figure was just–

Gatita..???

“Pigsy– are you alright?” The woman touched his oversized, beastly arm with zero hesitation, which made Pigsy flinch.

“G-gatita– I-i wasn’t– *hic*– expecting you,” He struggled to sit up.

“It’s okay, Pigsy, you’re okay– you're just having a panic attack, just breathe for me,” Gatita assisted, getting him against a wall and kneeling in front of him.

“Th-the kids– they’re– *hic*– are they okay?” He grabbed shoulder. with all his might, making her wince, and he let go in a panic.

“Hey, hey– easy there,” She tried to soothe. “The children are fine, Mr. Zhu– I’m asking about you; What happened? Why didn’t you answer my calls? Why are you up here?” She sat in front of him so he was forced to look at her.

Pigsy’s hands fumbled for his cigarettes in his pocket, but Gatita gently pulled them away from his hand.

“Mr. Zhu, I need you to be forward with me,” She looked at him so softly it hurt. “What happened here?”

Pigsy blinked slowly. “Y-you’re the one who– *hic* –called?”

Gatita nodded. “I was hoping to have lunch with you; have you take the day off to chat and see how you’re holding up.”

Pigsy laughed, covering his eyes with his hand. “Sandy… Xin…”

The woman nodded solemnly. “I’ve heard.”

“You’ve– oh shit– Gatita– please– y-you– *hic* –you can’t– the kids– please the kids–” Pigsy shook his head as tears streamed down his fur.

“Hey now,” Gatita said, and another calm wave washed over the demon against his will. “Nobody is going anywhere, nobody is getting taken away– it’s okay.”

‘It’s okay.’

When was anything ever “okay”? How could ruining your best friend's life and getting someone else killed ever okay?????

“Leave me alone, Gatita,” Pigsy growled, eyes red.

“I’m afraid I can’t do that, Mr. Zhu– you are deeply unwell, and you need help,” She placed a soft hand on his giant cheek.

Pigsy glared. “You should be– *hic* – afraid of me.”

Gatita chuckled and wiped away a stray tear. “I’ve seen my fair share of demons, Mr. Zhu, and you’re a rose compared to them.”

Pigsy grunted his disbelief, before asking, “Why were you calling?”

“Well… if you want to think of it in professional terms, then it’s because I know that my client–Mei–’s wellbeing is directly tied to your wellbeing. However, I like to think of it more as me being fond of you and wondering how you’ve been holding up since I last saw you,” She assured him gently.

“You calling is what set me off in the first fuckin’ place– I mean– goddamn– six– seven times–?”

“It was only twice, Mr. Zhu,” Gatita looked genuinely confused.

Pigsy blinked. “N-no, you had– who–?” the demon shook his head, “Doesn’t matter– phone’s fucking broken,” he gestured to the shattered pieces before rubbing his face. “God, I’m such an idiot– I’m sorry– I just– I–”

“You’ve hurt yourself,” Gatita noticed the cut in his hand.

Pigsy growled, “S’what I get for breakin’ all this shit.”

"Broken glass can be swept, and a phone can be replaced, Mr. Zhu, but a life cannot," she frowned softly, reaching into her bag and pulling out a bandage.

“God– you think I don’t know that?!," Pigsy snapped, startling her.

For weeks he had pleaded to never had heard that phone call– that he'd go to Xin and Sandy's wedding in two months as planned. That he'd be the best man and give a sappy speech and everything would feel okay and Pigsy would be satisfied knowing Sandy finally had someone good in his life and he could become the recluse in his restaurant like he was always meant to be.

He wished for– begged for– prayed for a way he could've possibly made things better– but once the newspaper arrived and the details of the trial were released, he had known the best thing he could do was disappear.

His Nana had stopped him.

"Hey, hey– it’s alright, just breathe for me–"

“Hai Xin is dead because of me, Gatita,” Pigsy snapped. "I cant just fucking 'breathe' that away!"

Gatita went silent for a moment, closing her eyes before unwrapping the bandage and placing it on his hand.

"Mr. Zhu… feeling guilty and torturing yourself or even getting yourself killed won’t bring her back– you must understand this," she pleaded. "MK, Mei and Tang need you, and I will not watch idly by as you throw yourself away."

Pigsy sat up a little. “I-i wasn’t– I’m not–”

Gatita looked deep, deep into his eyes.

"...It's just a bad day."

"You don't have to be alone, you know."

"I've been alone for eight years, Gatita, and I’ve always been just fine, and I’ll always be fine–"

"You know you didn't turn on your sign. The one outside."

Pigsy blinked. "...What?"

"That’s why nobody was in the restaurant. They thought you hadn’t opened.”

The demon shook his head. "But that's… nonono, I always–"

"Mr. Zhu, look at me."

He hesitated but obeyed.

"You are not fine. You are not okay. You made terrible mistakes in your past and they have wounded you severely. You need help and not just for your sake– but for your family's too."

"They aren’t my family…"

Gatita gasped in quiet heartbreak and Pigsy quickly corrected himself.

"I-i don't mean it like that– I-i just– I-i can't. I'm not good enough– I'll never be good enough– I mean– look at me!" Pigsy laughed pathetically. "I'm a seven foot drunk fucking monster with giant tusks and claws and just– I can't. I-i can care, I can watch, I-i can protect, but I'll never– I can't be a– I'll kill them."

Gatita instantly wrapped her arms around his thick neck and squeezed tightly, saying nothing and yet everything at the same time. For some stupid, pathetic reason, Pigsy hugged her back and allowed himself to cry in her embrace.

“Mr. Zhu… you are not cursed, and you are not a murderer. What happened was an awful, awful accident that isn't anybody's fault," She said, still holding on.

Pigsy shook his head. "I'll kill them one day– I will, I will–”

“Pigsy–" She let go.

“All I do is hurt people. A-and yeah, I can try, but I’ll fuck up just like my pops did and then they’ll turn 18 and never, ever want to see me again, and with Mei’s fancy schmancy inheritance they can move to the otherside of the world for all they care, a-and–”

“Pigsy, look at me.”

He did.

“Your father is not kind to himself. Neither was his, or his father and so on and so forth. If you want to break this pattern, you must believe in yourself and that you can be better,” She placed a hand on his shoulder.

“How the hell’d you know that?” Pigsy snorted in contempt, and Gatita frowned.

“That doesn’t matter,” She waved him off. “Let me ask you somethinge: do you think the kids would be happy seeing you like this?” She asked.

Pigsy shook his head and meant it.

He could practically imagine it– MK standing frozen by the door at the sight of him– terrified of him throwing that bottle. Mei would yell at him for scaring MK– say she hates him, or say she wished she’d prefer her babysitters or nannies anyday compared to him. She’d find a way to hurt him– she would. They’d never trust him again. And Pigsy would deserve it.

“Children are impressionable creatures, Mr. Zhu. Their minds are so susceptible to every little thing and pattern– not unlike monkeys, really,” Gatita laughed a little before shaking her head. “But I digress– what I mean is… well… Would you like it if the kids, having heard or seen your self-abusive tendencies, began to mimic it?”

“No-! That’d be–...” Pigsy’s eyes softened in realization. “That’d be awful, ma’am.”

The lawyer smiled at him wearily. “You need to take care of yourself, friend. For the children’s sake because– well– pardon my bluntness, but the last thing they need is to lose another parental figure.”

Her words hit like dagger in his chest, but at least the message was loud and clear.

“I-i don’t… I don’t wanna fail ‘em, I just feel like I will anyways…” He whispered, looking away.

“The best way to make sure that doesn’t happen is to take care of yourself, Mr. Zhu,” She placed a soft hand under his chin.

“But I– I don’t–”

“You may think you don’t deserve it, but don’t the children deserve a happier, healthier guardian?”

“Then give them to Tang-!” Pigsy shouted. “I-i don’t know why or how I was chosen, but I am very clearly not the best guy for the job– I mean– look at me– really, really look at me.”

She did.

“Do I seriously look like I could ever be a ‘happy, healthy guardian’?” He asked, voice cracking.

“Mr. Zhu, you do not understand how much deliberation went into your eventually selection– while Mr. Tang is good and kind and–”

“–And human?” Pigsy glared.

“...and intelligent, he cannot provide the level of protection you can. He lacks your bravery and tenacity and your resourcefulness– he is a great man, but he is not the protector and caregiver they need,” She took two of his fingers and squeezed them, since his hand was far too big to be held.

“...But what if I ruin ‘em? What if–” Pigsy swallowed a lump in his throat– “What if one day that light in MK’s eyes just… fades. What if Mei stops joking around? What if something hurts them– what if I hurt them? What if it’s all my fault and they really would’ve ended up better off with some fancy schmancy royal life instead of being with me? What if you were wrong?”

“There is nothing that cannot be overcome with love, compassion, and care– and that includes to the self,” Gatita didn’t waver a second.

Pigsy opened his mouth to speak, but Gatita held out a finger.

“Think of it this way: if you had the option of boarding a bus with a driver that hated himself, never got any sleep, and was smoking and drinking, versus one with a bit of temperament but always arrived on time and with care, which would you feel better about picking? Heck– which one would you want MK and Mei to ride with?”

Pigsy closed his eyes and bit his cheek before shaking his head. “Dammit Gatita– you make this really hard.”

The lawyer laughed. “I’ve had a lot of practice over the years.”

Pigsy didn’t doubt that.

Gatita dusted herself off and stood. “Look– how's about you let me take you home, I’ll make you some tea, lend you an ear for any other thoughts or feelings you have– or we just watch a movie, go for a walk– and overall just relax until the children and Tang get home and I’ll let you take it from there, hm?”

Pigsy sighed, running his hand through his fur. “I… yeah, I guess that does sound kinda… nice…”

“Wise decision,” Gatita winked and offered her hand.

Pigsy didn’t take it right away though, glancing at her nervously.

“I… I really, really don’t wanna hurt ‘em…” he confessed.

“You want to know something?” She asked.

Pigsy nodded.

“No good parent wants to either,” She whispered with a wink.

Pigsy laughed a little. “Guess I can’t argue there, huh?”

Gatita shrugged. “You put up a good fight– reminds me of an old friend,” she once again offered her hand.

This time, Pigsy took it, shrinking back down to his glamored form, though stumbling a bit forward since he was still quite drunk.

“Feeling any better yet, Mr. Zhu?” Gatita smiled softly and helped stabilize him.

“It’s Pigsy– and… yeah, I guess I am… thanks.” Pigsy couldn’t help but give a weak smile in return.

“Anytime, Pigsy,” Gatita nodded a little. “Now let’s get you home and get something other than two bottles of wine in you, hm?”

“Ugh– is that what happened? Jeez, I really am a mess,” Pigsy cringed.

“You’re a work in progress,” Gatita patted his arm before getting the door. “Shall we?”

“Yeah… yeah– let’s go,” Pigsy nodded to himself and together the pair walked into a brighter day.

[queen-of-deans-booty]

Clip Show: Part One

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2k

Warnings: canon angst and violence

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. Any and all comments on these are appreciated.

Castiel has never been to Bunker before, so when he sees it for the first time, he's shocked to say the least. You want to be there for him and to help him in whatever he needs, but everyone can tell you're distracted. The pain and the feeling of pushing down the issues with Robert is taking a toll on you.

You want to let it out, Dean knows you want to let it out, but you can't seem to muster enough courage to do so. You're scared the same thing will happen when your dad died... or worse. Dean needs to make sure you know he is there for you, and he has to come up with a plan to give you the safe space you're craving.

If you're going to move on like Charlie did, then you know you need to do this.

Dean's not having an easy time with this either. He's cried himself to sleep after he knows you've gone to bed, he has nightmares all the time, and he's trying to bottle it down himself. He's always wanted a son, and yeah, you two can make another one, but Robert was his first son.

It'll help if you two can cry about it together.

If you're going to complete the third trial, you have to know how to cure a demon. There must be something in this Bunker that will help with this, which is what Sam and Dean are doing. You're with Castiel since Dean refuses to be with him alone. Dean isn't over Castiel's betrayal, and he has every right not to be over it.

You just see more than what's in front you. Castiel was manipulated again, but this wasn't his fault.

"Please tell me that's everything," you say when Sam and Dean bring in the third round of boxes.

"Yeah, not even close," Dean chuckles. "You see, the Men of Letters kept files on every demonic possession for the last three hundred years. I mean, we've got Borden and Lizzy, all the way to Crane, Ichabod."

"That's impressive," you mutter.

"How are you feeling?" Dean asks his brother.

"Honestly, my whole body hurts. I feel nauseous and I'm starving at the same time, and everything smells like rotting meat."

"Maybe you should take a break," you suggest.

"Y/N, the only thing that's gonna make me feel better is finishing this."

"I'll go get you some food to keep your strength up."

Dean leaves just as Castiel walks into the room. Dean is still hurt, but like you said, it's understandable. It's easier to forgive him this time than last time, so you're on your way to.

"Morning. I like this bunker. It's orderly."

"Oh, give us a few months. Dean wants to get a ping-pong table."

"I've heard of that. It's a game, right?" Castiel groans as if he's still in pain.

"Are you okay?" you ask.

"My wound isn't healing as quickly as I'd hoped, but I am getting better. You're getting worse."

You get up and walk to Castiel before playing both hands on his cheeks. Your magic flows through his body, but it only heals a little bit. His wounds are far more extensive than your magic allows.

Still, Castiel appreciates the gesture.

"Thank you."

"Well, two trials down, one to go."

"Do you know what the final test is?"

"I have to cure a demon."

"Of what?" the angel chuckles.

"That's what we're trying to figure out."

"Well cure means to heal, make better, and to rehabilitate. Demons are scum and the lowest of the low. What if we're curing a demon of itself. You know, back to human?"

"I guess there's only one way to find out."

Dean returns with a plate of food for Sam--a soup he's good at making.

"Eat up. This is all I could make with what we have."

"I'll go food shopping soon," you promise.

"Sweetheart, I got it," Dean says and kisses your temple.

"Dean, I can go with you," Castiel offers, but he ignores him. "Dean. I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"For everything."

"Everything? Like ignoring us? How about bolting off with the Angel Tablet, then losing it because you didn't trust me or Y/N? You didn't trust us. Me."

"Yes."

"That's not gonna cut it. Not this time. So you can take your little apology and you cram it up your ass."

"Dean," you sigh.

"Dean, I thought I was doing the right thing."

"Yeah, you always do."

"Hey, uh, do we have a room 7B?" Sam asks, breaking the tension.

"Should be downstairs. Why?"

"I need help. Both of you."

Joanna and Maryann stay upstairs with Castiel while you three head downstairs to the storage room.

"Why would you leave them alone with him? He can't be trusted," Dean argues with you.

"You don't hear her when Joanna asks for her uncle Cassie. I trust him even if you don't. You don't have to trust him, you just have to trust me."

"Dude, go easy on Cas, okay. He's one of the good guys," Sam backs you up.

"If anybody else, and I mean anybody, pulled that kind of shit? I would stab them in their neck on principle. Why should I give him a free pass?"

"Because it's Cas."

"What are we supposed to be looking for down here?" Dean changes the subject.

"Anything on case 1138. It was a class five infernal event in St. Louis on March 8, 1957."

"Class five infernal event?" you ask.

"The Letters have this whole rating system. 'The Exorcist' would have been a class two."

"So, class five is really special. Why?"

"It was weird, I guess. One of the files just had a note written in the margin about room 7B and the word 'weird' with three exclamation points."

You three look through the boxes when Dean notices something on one of the shelves.

"Check this out."

Dean unhooks something from the shelf and pushes, revealing that there is a room behind the shelving unit. The room is bare except for a chair in the middle of the room. On the ground is a huge devil's trap.

"Is that a devil's trap? It takes up half the room." You walk inside and see chains on the chair. "These chains have spellwork etched into them."

"We have a dungeon. Finally!" Dean laughs. Sam shakes his head and searches some more before finding rolls of film like they used to have in the old days. "What do you have there?"

"Movie night?" he asks and holds up the film.

You three head back upstairs where Castiel is talking with Joanna and lightly swinging Maryann on her baby swing. There is an old movie projector that holds that kind of film, so Sam gets it set up. Once the film is in, everyone settles into chairs to watch.

The movie starts off in black and white, but what else did you expect? Someone is holding the camera, and there is a man wearing a priest outfit sitting on some steps, smoking.

"Simon, we're filming."

"Um, hello world," he chuckles.

"So this new ritual we're going to see, This new type of exorcism, how does it work?"

"I don't know. It's my first time," Simon says nervously.

The camera moves to a mirror so you can see who is filming. You gasp when Abaddon shows up on screen. You can only imagine this is the woman who she took over.

"Wait, is that Abaddon?" Sam asks.

"It's not kill-y enough. It's got to be the chick she possessed."

A woman can be heard in the background, and she is screaming and moaning. She is tied the ground with chains, and Simon joins another priest inside the room.

"Hurry, we must do it now," another priest says urgently.

"Dead! They're all dead! Everyone you ever loved," the woman growls with black eyes.

"Hey, those chains look exactly like the ones in our dungeon," Sam says.

"In your what?" Castiel asks, a bit surprised.

"Demon a leash... cool."

The two priests begin the exorcism, tossing holy water onto the woman. She is crying out in pain, but that doesn't stop them from torturing her. One of the priests cuts his hand and covers the demon's mouth with it. Her eyes shine so brightly that Abaddon's meatsuit moves the camera away to her. You can see how worried she is. When she moves the camera back onto the woman, her heart is missing.

"She's dead. Where's the demon?"

"Stop filming."

"What happened?"

"Will you just stop?"

The priest walks towards the camera, and that's when the movie ends.

"Well, that was weird... with three exclamation points," Dean says.

"That wasn't a normal exorcism. They changed the words."

"I believe 'lustra' is Latin for wash or cleanse," Castiel says about the language they used.

"Oh, yeah, because the most freaky thing was the vocabulary. What about the bloody high five or the chest burster? Anything else on the film, like director's commentary or a sequel, maybe?"

"Yeah, listen to this." Sam types on his laptop and brings up an article. "The older priest, Max Thompson, bit the dust in '58, but the younger one is still alive and still in St. Louis."

"Do you think this kind of weird is worth the drive?"

"Dean, we've seen everything in those folders. This video was all new. Yeah, it's worth the drive."

"Alright, let's roll." Everyone, including Castiel gets up, but Dean stops him. "Not you."

"Dean," you sigh.

"Sam is more damaged than I am."

"Yeah, well even banged up, Sammy comes through."

"Dean, I just want to help."

"We don't need your help. Just stay here and get better."

Sam and Dean leave you and Castiel in the library alone. Castiel is sad that he's lost Dean this way, but he hasn't lost you.

"Look, it sucks what you did, but you were being manipulated by people you thought were good. Dean will come around, just give him time. I know you want to help, and it would really help me if you stayed here and watched my kids."

"I understand. I will watch them."

You lean up and kiss his cheek, but leave the library to get ready. Joanna is excited she gets to spend time with "Cassie", and Maryann is happy being with the people who love her. You meet up with Sam and Dean by the car, and Dean grows angry that the kids aren't with you.

"They're coming with us."

"They're staying here with Castiel."

"He can't be trusted!"

"Then trust me!" you shout back. "Trust that I would never put our kids in danger. If I truly thought Castiel was bad, I would not leave them here. They're staying here. End of story."

You get into the backseat without another word. Dean can't sit here and argue when they have somewhere to be. He rolls his eyes and gets behind the wheel before pulling out of the garage.

It's only an eight-hour drive to get to the church, and Father Simon is more than happy to talk to you when you get there.

"Father Thompson had some unorthodox ideas, which is why the Men of Letters were interested."

"Unorthodox how? How could you 'save' a demon?"

"A demon is a human soul that's been twisted and corrupted by its time in Hell. Father Thompson believed that you could wash that taint away and restore their humanity."

"Do you believe that?"

"I don't know what to believe."

"This ritual can cure a demon, though?" Sam asks.

"I suppose, if it worked, but that night, something went terribly wrong. The Demon escaped into the world, and that poor old woman... It was horrible. I know father Thompson kept trying. There were other possessions and experiments, but I couldn't face that again. Then, a few months later, he was dead."

"How'd that happen?" you ask.

"Something tore him apart."

"Do you think it was the demon that escaped?"

"In my heart, yes."

"Did he keep any--" Sam coughs and tries to get it under control. "Did he keep records or--" He keeps coughing. "Do you have a bathroom, maybe?"

"At the end of the hall," Father Simon points in the direction.

"Thank you."

"Is he alright?"

"No, actually. He's far from being okay. It's why we're here, actually," you sigh.

""I don't understand."

"Short story is Sammy is gonna take whatever shredded your friend and every other black-eyed bitch out there, and he's gonna get rid of them for good."

"He is? In his condition?"

"Father, over the past couple of months, I've seen him do shit that I didn't even think was possible. I mean, he's miserable and he's hurting, but you know what? There's not a doubt in my mind that he's gonna cross that finish line. Not one. So, will you help us?" you ask.

"I'll get Father Thompson's things for you."

"Thank you."

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[austajunk]

Mayhaps we could get 10 + 35 (Specifically Slutty Clothing) for Fubuki/Shinigami? Also would you do the prompts for individual characters?

Gotcha. Let's have some ClockGami action in the Mystery Labyrinth. Fubuki gets on Shinigami's last nerve while they're investigating and Shinigami simply has to punish her. Fufufu.

But I'm not sure what you mean by doing the prompts for individual characters??

Nevertheless the fic is below the cut.

Triggers: Humiliation, forced clothswearing, slutty clothing, and exposure

Inside the ever shifting halls of the Mystery Labyrinth, Fubuki Clockford and her clumsiness had created too many errors at the expense of Yuma and Shinigami. At least, that was how Shinigami viewed it. After the two women had separated from Yuma while investigating, the God of death couldn't help but to let her eyes run down Fubuki's voluptuous figure and let a few sordid ideas fill her mind.

This resulted in a long velvety curtain falling around the two women and locking Yuma away from them completely. Yuma gasped and immediately tried to find some opening in the curtains, but it was to no avail. He could see the feminine shadows of the women beyond the curtain and called to them.

"Hey! Shinigami! Bring Fubuki back!" He commanded, digging his fingers in the curtain fabric to try and rip it open. The red drapes held firm like they were a solid door.

"Uh-uh! Sorry, Master!" Shinigami sang back to her Master's demands. "This sheltered skank has got to learn some humility! And I'm gonna teach it to her! Courtesy of Shinigami's Skank Punishment Curriculum!"

"Oh my…" Fubuki cupped her mouth, completely stunned by the change of surroundings. And worse, she was locked in the curtain with the one person who kept insulting her. That blasted demon! "I told you! I can accept 'skank', but if you have the nerve to call me 'sheltered' one more time-!" Forgetting about being cut off from Yuma, she marched right up to Shinigami and jabbed her forefinger into her chest.

Shinigami raised an eyebrow, a devilish smile curling at her lips. "Oh… wanna try me?"

From outside the massive, drawn curtain, Yuma could hear nothing but the scuffle between the two women. Fubuki was trying to say something in retort to Shinigami's challenge, but her voice was suddenly cut off. Afterwards he could only make out the sounds of grunts and groans rather than actual words. He swallowed nervously and tried pressing his ear closer to the curtain.

"Shinigami! Whatever you're doing in there, I already know it's too far! Let Fubuki go!"

"Oh, quiet down, Master! I'm almost done!" Shinigami shouted back before applying the finishing touches to her little obscured project before her.

The rookie detective paused. Would Shinigami actually hurt Fubuki? He knew she could be possessive and especially cruel when she didn't get her way, but…

"Shinigami, open the curtain!" He tried again.

"Okay, geez! We're all done anyway!" Shinigami's voice said as the curtain slid open.

Yuma's face relaxed. "Thank goodness… you two shouldn't just…ah…"

He couldn't even finish his sentence as soon as the red drapes pulled back. Before his very eyes, Fubuki was presented to him but not in the clothes that she had entered the curtains in. Quite the opposite. Her coat and leggings were traded for a tight, black corset that only rose up under her bare chest. With every breath of air, her breasts went an inch higher thanks to the support of the new corset on her body. Beneath it, however, was only a garter belt that hung across her waist and a long pair of thigh high boots that raised her bubble-shaped ass into the air. Yuma felt his face go insanely hot and red at the patch of blue curls just above her pink slit. Her body quivered in the cool air and the noises she tried to make upon being exposed to him were blocked by a thick, ball-shaped gag shoved between her lips. Lastly, her arms were secured behind her, bound through several loops in her corset.

"F…Fubuki?!" Yuma fell back, clutching his chest. Shinigami smirked down at her work while she was in the middle of removing Fubuki's braid and straightening out her hair.

After she finished, the God of death kicked back and made a rectangular frame with her hands, placing Fubuki between it like she was going to snap a photo. "Whaddya think, Master? Huhhhh? I got this skank some appropriate attire! Isn't this the best?" She gave Fubuki's crotch a playful slap. Fubuki snapped her eyes shut and squealed, nearly stumbling over. "Geez… she's actually cute like this!"

The heiress sniffled and tried to turn away from Yuma, not realizing that doing so only flashed him her rear. In turn, Yuma tried to divert his attention to the sky, the crime scene that he was investigating, or the buildings around him. Anywhere but being caught staring down a practically naked woman in this Labyrinth!

"O-Okay, Shinigami," stammered Yuma, covering his face. "That's e-enough. Give Fubuki back her clothes!"

"Aw, what?" Shinigami whined. She put her arms out to guide Fubuki back over to them. "Look, Master! Her pussy's totally twitching. She's into it…girls can be total perverts too!"

"Wah!" Yuma shut his eyes and threw his hands up. No matter how much of a pulse he felt between his legs, he couldn't just exploit his fellow colleague like this. "Stop it!"

A pout crossed Shinigami's face and she shook her head, her long, lilac pigtails sailing in the wind behind her. If only her Master understood what was truly in a girl's heart…

"Oh, well!" She said brightly. "More for me then." She slipped behind Fubuki and cupped her chest. Each breast filled her hand as she rolled the pink nipples between her thumbs.

Fubuki groaned, her breathing sharp and fast through her nose. She wriggled in Shinigami's grasp, her face completely red from the humiliation. She didn't know how she could ever live this down, whether it was from being exposed in such a shameful outfit or being on display for someone like Yuma. The state she was in was too atrocious for words and yet, the tweaks to her nipples from Shinigami had her arching her back and offering herself up. Her mind spun in circles. It shouldn't feel so good to be demeaned by this horrid demon woman, should it?

She continued to writhe to the playful tweaks and plucks at her nipples until Shinigami's nails slid down her bare stomach. "Mhnnn…" Fubuki blinked and her breath hitched in her throat. Even she could see where Shinigami was heading, somewhere that made her eyes widen.

One finger slid up her folds and teased her clip with a light touch. "Hn!" Fubuki squealed, bucking her hips. It wasn't so much the pressure the death God was using. If anything, Shinigami was merely toying with her. Never once had Fubuki been touched like this, but the devilish woman made her feel like the heroine trapped in the clutches of the evil ruler on her quest. Was the corrupting evil force supposed to feel this good? Two fingers rubbed her clit together, drawing slow, needy moans from Fubuki's lips that couldn't be blocked by her gag. When she opened her eyes, she saw Yuma peeking from behind his hands.

Yuma was watching her? Fubuki was too transfixed with Shinigami's fingers inside of her to care. Her hips bucked on those digits and the groans spilled from her lips. One finger, then another slipped into Fubuki and before she could cry out, Shinigami caught her lips and kissed her over her gag. They connected with Shinigami holding the heiress steady in her arms, driving her fingers deeper into her slick pussy.

Watching the scene unfold before him, Yuma still managed to ignore the urges boiling within him and wondered if he should stop this before it went to the point of no return. Then, dumbly, he reminded himself that fingering was probably indeed past the point of no return! He was about to interject when Shinigami had kissed Fubuki and the heiress had leaned into it, closing her eyes. Sure, her arms were restrained, but Yuma could swear that she was… falling for Shinigami for a moment.

His eyes lowered to catch Fubuki using her unrestrained knee to brush the death God between her thighs. Shinigami smirked, leaving Fubuki's lips with a longing nip that dragged. Fubuki blinked and flushed, turning her face away.

"Oh, don't even, you total skank!" Shinigami hissed to her, giving the blue-haired heiress a loving nuzzle. "You know you wanna squirt all over my fingers. You're lucky I'm so nice… but I'm still not gonna take your attitude lightly from here on out…"

[lightcreators]

Translation  :  not  a  good  news.  Translation  :  he  was  going  to  hate  everything  his  son  will  expose  to  him  during  the  following  seconds,  but  at  least,  he  will  be  informed,  and  it  will  be  one  of  those  times  when  his  son  didn't  caused  all  by  himself  such  problems  but  find  himself  in  crossroads  of  it,  by  coincidence,  and  once  more  time,  almost  dying.  One  day,  he  wished  such  circumstances  like  these  would  S  T  O  P  for  one  single  moment.  One  day,  he  wished  coming  back  inside  supposed  tranquility  of  this  city,  and  not  always  find  himself  having  more  and  more  work  at  his  desk,  and  an  pressure  to  someday  learning  something  happened  again  to  his  son.  It  was  sad,  really,  that  there  was  nothing  supernatural  within  him.  No  werewolf,  no  whatever  he  might  be  ---  Attentive  expression  awaited  the  explanation,  the  circumstance  in  which  he  would  disagree  upon.  Until  the  chimera  part,  there  was  no  particular  emotion,  it  remained  these  usual  days  he  was  accoustumed  to  have  now  ---  Though,  remembrance  of  the  name  was  something  who  born  inside  his  face,  as  compromised  it  sounded  at  the  moment.  ❝  Quite  surprising  from  an  old  friend  of  yours  that  he  should  turn  so  bad  in  a  few  years  of  absence.  ❞  He  commented  with  compassion.  ❝  Remember  that  kid,  didn't  give  me  the  best  first  impression  ---  ❞  Silence  eventually  showing  up  concerning  the  rest  of  elements  coming  from  that  conversation.  Unpleasant  reaction  about  knowing  someone  try  to  kill  his  son  again,  when  he  had  been  threatened  by  same  boy  only  pictured  with  annoyance  inside  his  expression.  Regardless  if  he  was  already  tired  of  the  finished  day,  immediatly,  he  searched  to  know  if  his  boy  was  physically  alright,  sensing  there  was  something  more  than  just  been  chased  around.  ❝  I'm  going  to  assume  that  it  was  with  a  noble  ambition  that  you  found  yourself  there  in  the  middle  of  the  night,  since  that's  often  the  case,  and  that  once  again,  you  were  targeted.  I  guess  the  trying  to  kill  you  part  was  more  than  just  an  attempt.  Your  throat.  ❞  Comment  echoed  as  he  could  notice  now  that  he  was  close,  and  in  which  no  matter  how  frustrated  he  might  be,  he  needed  to  be  here  for  his  son.  ❝  You  were  just  trying  to  survive.  The  way  that  body  was  positioned,  how  that  could  have  happened  was  weird.  ❞  He  was  going  to  have  to  pull  out  his  inner  corruption  and  outer  seduction  card  to  get  the  result  he  wanted,  again.  When  an  malicious demon  had  possessed  his  son,  he  had  found  a  solution  to  make  it  'passable'  in  terms  of  justice.  There  was  no  point  in  telling  his  son  that  he  should  avoid  meddling.  There  was  no  point  wish  his  son  was  no  longer  threatened.  ❝ I'm currently on the case.  I  will  arrange  things  on  my  side. ❞

❝ i don't know how you're going to take it. ❞ the stilinski boy had admitted to his father, scratching at the back of his head. after a moment, a sigh fell past his lips --- he gritted his teeth, mainly at himself in irritation that it took him as long as it had in order to tell his father this exact thing. his school i.d was found in the trash can near the library, so he wouldn't be surprised if his father had known. ❝ there was this kid. donovan. but he wasn't human. he was a chimera. something that theo helped create with the dread doctors... ❞ he trailed off slightly. ❝ he chased me around the library that night and he tried to kill me. but even though it wasn't really my fault that he was impaled by the scaffolding, but it happened. ❞ he continued on, his hand raising to rub at the shoulder that donovan had scarred up. he hadn't even shown his father those scars.

[buiemies]

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[ripgray-moved]

𖤐  ⸻  The question makes his blood turn to ICE. He's spent so long trying not to think of what'll happen if they catch him that delving into the truth with anybody makes him feel like reaching inside of himself and scraping his brain clean out of his skull.

You know what your problem is, kid? Too many thoughts. You got all this SHIT going round and round like a carousel up in here! I'm totally gonna have to clean up when I—

Peter squeezes his eyes shut, heart now hammering against his ribs as he buries the heels of his palms into his sockets. He may have escaped their first ritual, but Paimon had still consumed the lives of his family; swallowed their very essence and, by extension, swallowed him too. The link has been formed. They've TOUCHED— and the host can never come back from that. Too late, it's too late.

❛ ...they've tried this once before, ❜ he says gently, reactive to the way Daryl pokes him; it registers in the form of him reluctantly opening his eyes and looking at him SQUARELY, an undeniable worry in his face. ❛ Before the world ended. Before any of this. They, um— ❜ His voice quavers, brow furrowing deeply. Remembering his family, especially Charlie, is always excruciating. He can't bear to say it. ❛ ...killed people in my name. Three sacrifices. The final victim, the demon possessed and made her take her own life. In front of me. To make me weak. Before I woke myself up from the shock and ran away, I... heard one of their members say that THE LASTING DEATH was complete. That they could take me 'home' now. ❜

Peter takes a shallow breath, willing the horrific memories away. The despondent— and yet all too pleading— look in his mother's face as she'd sawed her own head off with a piano string; the sound of her flesh ripping and tearing as he'd stared silently up at her, wet-eyed and catatonic; the feeling of realising that he WASN'T ALONE UP THERE. It's almost too much to recall, his face now pale, a cold sweat claiming his forehead.

❛ Before me, they're gonna kill people. They're gonna do it terribly. They're gonna take their heads and— and DO SOMETHING with them. I don't know what; put them in places, set them on top of effigies, fuck them, something. That's what makes it all start. They say there's nothing more personal than your head. It's what makes you you, because that's where your mind lives. So they take them. They take them and they bastardise them so that none of the victim stays. ❜ He pauses, feeling sick and frail; three times his actual age, at least. ❛ ...and me? When they get to me, they're gonna love me. In the only way they know how. They're gonna give me the 'gift' of Paimon. Th—They're gonna— ❜ The tears that're building up are involuntarily. It's all just so awful, so goddamn sickening that he can't stop them. ❛ They're gonna beat the hell out of me. Make my mortal body weak. Make it crave. Then they're gonna feed me— and what do you think they have on them as food? Whatever they've done with those heads before, they'll be there waiting for me on their version of a platter. Not dead. The bodies they belonged to will be before me, kneeling in prayer. They'll be people that I knew. They'll chant this demon's name until these heads are eaten— a-as much as they can be. And then they'll conclude the ritual. They'll let him in, and he will heal, ingratiated by their offerings. ❜ Peter sniffles, angrily swiping an arm across his face before finishing with an almost cold:. ❛ ...and I'll be gone by then. He'll displace my mind, or eat it, I don't know... and then we'll ALL be fucked. ❜

hundreds. if there's one number that daryl is not expecting to hear, it's hundreds. now peter's words are getting a little less believable again: a weird cult hellbent on getting their hands on one guy? sure. strange books and symbols? par for the course. but there being that many people? just imagining it makes daryl's throat tighten up as a sickening taste rises from his gut. there can't be. can there? as inconceivable as it feels for there to be another group that large wandering around the virginian countryside, peter did say that he's from utah. depending on how long this has been going on, many of their members could have come from anywhere.

hundreds. with that many bodies, it would be like the saviors all over again. one charismatic leader and enough people believing in the doctrine being preached— it's the same story in a different font. and it feels a little medieval, doesn't it? daryl didn't see them wear hoods, but it's not difficult to imagine a dark moonlit night, richly colored cloaks hanging from the arms of a circle of prophets and the flames of a sacrificial fire licking at the midnight air.

hundreds.

god, what has he done? what is he going to do?

he should talk to rick, carol, michonne, maggie, ezekiel— they all need to know. but at the same time, what is he realistically going to say? that there's a cult after this kid, that they're hundreds deep, and that they should try to protect him because daryl just has a feeling that it's the right thing to do? the leaders and consultants of their communities have long been receptive to daryl's intuitive feelings. but this isn't something they know. this isn't natural. fuck.

what is he even thinking? he can't ask all of their communities put their lives, homes, and limited supplies at risk for the sake of one guy when they otherwise have no quarrel with this other group. it doesn't make enough sense. it would be like he hadn't learned anything from their experiences with negan. but there's a nagging inside of him, a pointed jabbing he can't ignore even as he actively tries to push it away, that tells him that he will do just that— with or without everyone else.

‘ be honest with me. ’ daryl steps toward him again, but this time it's gentler. there's no more threat evident in his stance, though his finger does raise to poke with some force into peter's chest.

‘ what would they do t'you? ’

[k-s-morgan]

Those Gentle Slopes: Snippet

Not sure which number it is :D Most of you picked scenario 2, which is Sebastian speaking with his acquaintance from hell while Ciel is sleeping in his arms. This takes places during the first night in Barymore’s house (from the dog-centric episode). 

Option 3 will probably be included in the next snippet unless I manage to finish the chapter before that! 

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Gremory paused, her features creasing in worry.

“It’s just me, Sebastian,” she said slowly. “I’ve not come to fight you. You know I wouldn’t.”

He did know. The problem was that his body refused to cooperate. It vibrated with agitation: his power thrummed under his very skin, coiling and preparing to tackle any threat to the boy who slept in his arms.

“Sebastian?”

“I understand,” he gritted out. Rasping even one word was an accomplishment, so he switched to the low hissing that neither humans nor angels were able to decipher. “But I ask you not to come any closer.”      

Gremory froze like a statue. She dropped the pretence of having to breathe, studying him with her dark gaze and waiting for him to calm down.

It didn’t happen. With an effort, Sebastian managed to shake off the immediate violent response, but this was the best he was capable of at the moment. Tension remained, twisting his body and pushing it to assume its true form.

“What are you doing here?” he asked thinly. Gremory came to life again.

“I stumbled upon information that you will find interesting,” she said quietly. “When I located you, I sensed the presence of… that thing,” her nose quivered, as if she found the stink of the angel unbearable. “I thought perhaps you need assistance. What is going on, Sebastian?”

“I don’t know yet,” he replied. It was mostly a lie, but he didn’t care. He felt no desire to share his conclusions with Gremory. She could be a powerful ally against the angel — however, he would not use her offer to help unless he decided that the danger was too great and Young Master needed more defenders, which was unlikely.

Sebastian had sworn to protect him and he would. He didn’t need other demons for it.

Gremory looked even more bemused now.

“If the angels are involved in the life of this boy for whatever reason, perhaps it would be better to retreat?” she suggested. Her voice was careful, like she thought any wrong intonation might make him snap.

She could be right.

“I’m considering my options,” Sebastian said. He cradled the boy closer, covering the back of his head with his hand possessively. “If I deem the danger too significant, we might relocate to Hell for some time. Until I figure out what to do.”

“‘We,’” Gremory repeated. There was incredulity in her voice that Sebastian didn’t understand. “You mean you would bring a human to Hell?”

“Is this not what you suggested?”

“When I said ‘retreat,’ I meant you. Alone, without your Master.”

Gremory had never been obtuse, but perhaps something had changed in the time Sebastian hadn’t seen her.

“In case you’ve forgotten, we are responsible for the lives of our contractors until the contract is fulfilled,” he reminded her impatiently. “Until it’s over, the boy goes where I go and vice versa.”

Gremory blinked, a strange expression passing over her face. None of them said anything for several minutes.  

“I don’t know if you misunderstand me or if this is your way of showing that you refuse to entertain my idea,” she replied after the silence grew uncomfortable, “but I’m not going to insist. Do as you wish. But be careful. Angels have never interfered in our contracts before.”        

“My lord does seem to attract the attention of various supernatural creatures,” Sebastian agreed. There was an odd kind of pride in his voice, and Gremory must have caught it because she frowned.

Then she glanced at Ciel Phantomhive, and a snarl escaped Sebastian’s throat before he could intercept it. He cursed internally when Gremory’s eyes widened.

“All right,” she said after another pause. “I can see that you are… agitated. If you don’t need my help, I’ll leave you be. But first, the information that I wanted to share. It came to my knowledge that a human in London has been attempting to summon a demon for the last two months. Your current contractor is the object of his interest. Naturally, no one dared to respond to his summons, but I thought you might want to know.”

The disbelief at such news was so overpowering that Sebastian couldn’t bring himself to feel anything else. Even anger didn’t come — it froze in equal confusion.

“And what does this person want from my Master?” he asked when he found his voice again. Gremory hesitated before making a quick, vague movement.

“Nothing unusual. The man has some… desires… that he’d like to quell, and your Master is his latest object of interest.”

With how carefully she tried to speak, she must have been trying to avoid provoking him further. Sebastian reluctantly appreciated it. He didn’t need the specifics, not now, when his blood still ran hot from the expected confrontation with an angel.

“Name?” he snapped. Gremory gave him a startled glance.

“Baron Annesley,” she said. “Do you know him?”