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hritika13-tamboli · 28 days

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Jeon Jungkook Fic Recs List 2...

Series :

Day by day @hansolmates

Summary : a series of drabbles about two best friends raising a child together

Aim for the heart @writemywaytoyourheart

Summary : Jeon Jungkook is an infamous hitman, known for his inability to fail at whatever job is thrown his way. At least, up until now. Y/n, a kind-hearted and full of life teacher, is his newest target. Jeon isn’t sure who would put a hit on this seemingly innocent girl, but fortunately, that isn’t his problem. All he has to do is pull the trigger.

Bedeviled @writemywaytoyourheart

Summary : Money. Fame. Power. Love. Health. Courage. Strength. Humans will trade their souls for anything, unaware of how their selfish desires will fade away as they do; growing feeble and pathetic, until there's nothing left but the ghost of their youth, cowering in a corner until old age disposes of it. Convincing yourself to go to the Underworld? Easy... Walking through to get something that you've waited many years for, accompanied by a demon that will stop at nothing to make sure your soul belongs to him? Maybe not so much. Making deals with the devil is a tricky business; one you might not have realized could end in something much more painful than death itself if you make a single mistake.

Animal - 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 @cutaepatootie

Summary : “I don’t want to go without telling something.” The girl frown looking at the old man “What do you mean, Mr. Jeon?” “I don’t want to die without telling someone about her,” he says, his voice softening when he says ‘her’. “I don’t want to disappear without the world knowing about her and what she did for me.” “About her?” the girl frowns. Maybe his daughter? His sister? The man turns his head and faces the girl, a soft, distant smile plastered on his lips. The gesture is nostalgic, sad, almost loving. “Y/N,” he murmurs, the name rolling off his lips softly, just as softly as the waves of the sea roll over the sand. “Her name was Y/N.”

Into the woods @junqkook

Summary : getting hurt and stumbling upon a goblin in the forest leaves you completely at his mercy, though you aren’t sure if that’s necessarily a bad thing.

One-shot :

The habits of the broken heart @softykooky

Summary : jungkook and you are soulmates. so says the matching crescent moons on both your wrists. however, things are never as easy as they seem, and you are quick to learn that falling in love with someone who does not believe in love is a one-way ticket to heartbreak. alternatively, “You still are, you know. Worth it.” You release a shaky breath. “But I was stupid to think that I am too.”

Something in the heir @hisunshiine

Summary : The king of your empire will be leaving soon to head off to fight against Soiros, a foreign enemy, and his seven knights of the order of Bangtania will lead the way. One of the seven, Jeon Jungkook, with his dark eyes and easy smile, is someone you long for. Children believe he has slain dragons, and adults think he’s killed over one thousand Soirian soldiers. Everyone thinks he is a heartbreaker, making his way through every unwed wench in the land...but all he wants is you.

Miracle of the season @cybrsan

Summary : Cast out of Heaven after a painful betrayal, you find yourself having to navigate the intricacies of human life without any guidance from the Creator or the family you have always known. Things only get worse as the holiday season reaches its peak, with reminders of the life you left behind everywhere you look. When a familiar face pops up, you aren’t sure whether to consider it a blessing or a curse.

Amortentia @jungkxook

Summary : jungkook loves everything strawberry but the simple pleasure is always kept hidden, stowed away as if some hideous secret to protect the rumours that had built up around him — until a love potion outs him.

Black magic @hansolmates

Summary : a witch with an ambition for learning, you stumble across a crushing spell in the middle of the forbidden section. of course you have to try it out! what happens when the crushing spell not only has jeon jungkook crushing on you, but you crushing on him?

(Un)crushed @hansolmates

Summary : you’ve liked jungkook for the longest time, but you believe it’s time to cut the cord—literally

What's wrong? @oddinary4bts

Summary : Reader overhears Jungkook talk to his friends and mention how she’s always clinging on to him and doesn’t let him breathe sometimes and that she’s annoying because she’s too loud and energetic. When he comes back home she acts the complete opposite and tries to avoid him without letting him know what’s going on, until he realises that he actually prefers her clingy and loud🥺

High demand @bunnyhugs77

Summary : modern day Romeo and Juliet

Coin toss @yoondoze

Summary : you and jeongguk go way back, even before you were the menacing duo many knew you to be, even before he brought you into the mafia and left you there to join the city’s detective agency. a call for cooperation comes out of a common enemy, requiring the two of you to reconcile for one last mission.

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ghouljams · 3 months

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Sitting at work thinking abt fae!price *sigh*

God same.

Thinking about him all the time. Thinking about the way he'd crowd you close to the counter, push his hips against your ass and ask if you wanna shut the water off so he can fuck you over the sink without the faucet runnin' on ya. The way he'd settle his hand protectively on the small of your back whenever you're in a crowd, directing you to less populated areas. Thinking about the way he'd twist the truth of the matter, the way he'd hide how much he truly cares for you until he knows it's reciprocated. Thinking about how the devil will always come to you with a pretty face and a smile, how he never lies to you only hides the inconvenient truths, how he knows full well that it's a dangerous day to fuck you but he still pulls you back in for another round.

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angelltheninth · 5 months

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No Nut November 2023

How long will he last in NNN? 1 day? 1 week? A whole month? Let's find out.

I also wanna say that I absolutely do no recommend trying to win NNN, it's not healthy to deny a biological urge for a whole month, but since these characters aren't real (sadly) it's all good!

Day 1 - Vox Akuma

Day 2 - Sun Wukong

Day 3 - Link

Day 4 - Mark Grayson

Day 5 - Astarion

Day 6 - Cloud Strife

Day 7 - Vinsmoke Sanji

Day 8 - Ron Kamonohashi

Day 9 - Bolin

Day 10 - Dante Sparda

Day 11 - Bruno Bangnyfe

Day 12 - Hua Cheng

Day 13 - Sanada Yukimura

Day 14 - Ais

Day 15 - Guel Jeturk

Day 16 - Spencer Reid

Day 17 - Yuka Makoto

Day 18 - Axel Syrios

Day 19 - Viego

Day 20 - Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw

Day 21 - Shirou Ogami

Day 22 - Cu Chulainn

Day 23 - Aaravos

Day 24 - Roy Mustang

Day 25 - Hector

Day 26 - Legolas Greenleaf

Day 27 - Aleksander Morozova

Day 28 - Hanzo Shimada

Day 29 - Vegeta

Day 30 - Byakuya Kuchiki

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justcallmeanobsessor · 9 months

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-A Deal With The Devil-

-Trigger Warnings: Dud-Con, Sexual Content, Size Difference, Mentions of Claws, oral sex

-Pairings: Demon! Male x gn Witch! reader

INTRO:

Only an orange glow of candle light lit up the sight in front of me. His yellow eyes stared up at me with hunger, claws digging into my thighs as his tongue dipped deeper into my depths. Reaching every spot it can, he left no crevice untouched as if he was claiming me for himself. This wasn't how I thought this would go. All I wanted was a simple contract to help me with my endeavors, instead I have this demonic creature on his knees, groaning at the taste of me.

Many would say my thirst for knowledge knows no bounds for what I am about to attempt but others would say I'm just plain stupid and maybe I am. It's not every day that you call on the forces of hell to help you with discovering the secrets of the universe and accomplish your life goals but I also guess for my kind it's just as natural as adopting a new cat. Though this cat is much larger and has a few tricks up its sleeves that most definitely shouldn't be taken lightly unless you want to be left with a few less limbs.

In a cottage, I knelt beside a pentagram that sat in the midst of a circle of dark red candles. A book of seances and spells sat in my hands. My courage to go on with the summons was starting to slowly fade as everything became a bit more real but the thoughts of what I'd gain from this pushed me to finally start the chanting.

After a while I had gotten to the end of the lengthy paragraphs written in old latin. Nothing happened. Not even a flicker of candle light. ‘Great, Well this was a waste of time’ I thought as I stood from my kneeling position moving to start cleaning up the mess I had made, no need to start an unwanted conspiracy by someone stumbling upon this sight.

Just as I was about to smudge a line in the pentagram a strong light emitted from it painting the walls of the room in blood red. My wonder was short lived for just like it had started in only a few seconds it was gone even sooner.

My eyes took a couple of seconds to adjust again but once they did what stood before me left me in awe. A beautiful man was standing there and a scowl of what looked to be annoyance sat on his pale face. He narrowed his brightly glowing eyes at me examining my body and then moving to the room around us, glancing and inspecting every crevice yet not moving a foot from where he stood. ‘Why have I been summoned, Witch.’ he spat out the word ‘witch’ with absolute disgust, crossing his arms in the process. “I-i-i…..” I stammered trying to get the words out but failing miserably. “Well! Spit it out, I don't have all day!” His annoyance with this whole situation seemed to increase exponentially more with every passing second. “I-um I want to make a contract with you!” The end of my sentence came out rushed and more demanding than I had wanted.

He crosses his arms and stands straighter, looming over me. “You, an insolent little witch, want to make a contract with me?” “Yes, I do.” I straighten my posture as well, looking up into his golden eyes. “I want you to help me with my discoveries, I want knowledge and nothing more.” I started to get a bit more confident but the sudden condescending laugh he let out diminished that quickly. “And what do you have that I would want in return for giving you this ‘knowledge’ that you desperately seek?” I froze, I had entirely forgotten that I needed to give something in exchange. How could I forget this?!

Most witches would use a valuable object or artifact in return for the demon's help but I had yet to obtain anything of the sort. I didn't have anything that would be of value to a demon, all that I really owned was myself and the clothes on my back, everything else belonged to the coven. Wait. “Well, what do you have, little witch?” This may be the stupidest idea ever but this is my last and only chance. “I'll give you myself.” “What?” He looked down at me with shock and confusion. “My body and soul are yours if only you complete my requests and help me in my endeavors!” his shock turns into a smug grin mockingly. “Do you even know what you are proposing little witch?” “Yes-yes I do!” I'm unsure of what he means by that. I'm basically offering myself up as a puppet for his biddings. “I'm unsure if you know the extent of what you have offered me but I guess that's more fun.” confusion washes across my face. Damn demons and their games. “Well, do you agree?” He closes his eyes, holding his chin in between his clawed thumb and pointer finger in thought. “It seems with such a precious offer I have no other choice but to accept.” He purred, holding out his hand to seal the contract between us. I lift mine into his and as he holds my hand our difference in size becomes even more noticeable. He could break me in half with little to no effort.

Our hands were wrapped in a golden light, scaring the skin below and ceiling the contract with it. I had moved to pull my hand from his, he had different plans. Pulling my smaller frame into his chest and bringing his mouth to my ear he spoke. “I think it's time to show you exactly what you have offered up.” I still was utterly confused as to what he was talking about but everything became more obvious to what he had been alluding to when his tongue licked up the side of my ear, his teeth nibbling on the tip causing a moan to ripple from throat. My hands came up to my mouth, horrified at the noise I had just made. The demon chuckled, prying my hands off my mouth. “Don't hide those pretty noises from me, little witch.” With those growled words a blush had made its way to my face and a fog of lust began to wash over my mind.

He went back to his work, licking at the shell of my ear then moving downwards leaving kisses and bites in his path. As he got to the base of my neck he sucked hard enough to leave a deep bruise that would be noticeable to anyone who even glanced at it, in a way, he seemed to be marking me as his.

He was slow with his actions but they were calculated and rough, making me shiver with pure pleasure. No matter how much one half of me wanted to refuse, I just couldn't bring myself to, not even as he removed my shirt and made his way down to my chest. Not even as his tongue circled around my nipple, sucking and nibbling at it while his hand tugged and twisted the other between his fingers. I had no knowledge of just how sensitive I was until this very moment, with both the work of his mouth and hands sending waves after waves of pleasure towards my nethers. My knees had begun to buckle underneath me but before I had the chance to be taken by the pleasure completely and fall to the ground below, he caught me in his arms leading me to lay on the wooden planks of the cottage as he finished stripping me of my clothing.

He knelt between my legs spreading my thighs apart, groaning at the sight of my throbbing hole. He wasted no time in dipping his head down and liking at my entrance causing a moan to fall from my lips. He lifted his golden eyes to look at me, a smirk forming on his face as he plunged his tongue into my depths not moving his eyes away from me.

My head whipped back as I held myself up on my elbows. His tongue licked over every inch of my insides not leaving anything untouched, claiming everything he could reach. Hitting every pleasurable spot inside me, taking all I am for his own and leaving me only wanting more so much more. “Please please!” He pulled his tongue out from my hole leaving me whining to be filled again. “Please what? Use your words little witch.” “Please, more.” I whined just wanting something inside me. “Hmm I don't think you deserve more just yet.” What was he talking about? He can't be serious, is he really playing games right now? “Fuck! I'll do anything Just do something!” I yelled out in frustration. “I don't like being ordered around, little witch.” He growled lowly as he pulled me up by my hair, shoving my face into his crotch. His hard cock resting against my cheek. “Suck.” He commanded. I didn't fight back, licking a line up to his head and then suckling on the tip. Swirling my tongue as he groaned, putting his hand on the back of my head and shoving me down his length till my nose hit his pelvis.

As I was Gagging and struggling to breath he pulled back thrusting into my throat again. I breathed through my nose as he continued his relentless thrusts. My fingernails digging into his thighs leaving crescent indents. Tears pricked my eyes with the strength he was using, my lips starting to get sore. As his thrusts started to spasm he shoved his whole cock in my mouth when a thick warm liquid ran down my throat. “Swallow.” he demanded, then removed his length from my mouth. I did as he said, gulping down the salty liquid and opening my mouth to him to prove that I had. “Good, little witch, maybe next time I'll reward you.” Wait he isnt going to leave me like this is he? “What? but i-!”

“You didn't actually think I'd give you something in return after how you spoke to me?” I went quiet, looking down in shame and frustration as he started to clean himself up. “Like I said you don't deserve it yet, little witch.” This smug ass fucker. The next thing I knew he was gone leaving me desperate and frustrated. This is not at all how I thought this would turn out.

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stormz369 · 2 months

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The King of Hell and Me: Ch 4 - The Contract

Chapter Guide Ch 1 Ch 2 Ch 3 Ch 4

Summary: A witch summons Lucifer to earth to make a deal. Warnings: none I can think of? This is a generally sweet, fluffy chapter Word Count: 2.3k

Summoning the devil wasn't part of the plan. A demonic creature, yes, but the actual devil? The book didn't say anything about him. I was expecting to be dealing with an imp or some other kind of lower level Hellion. Someone with the power to do what I wanted, but not to completely fuck me over. Someone who'd take something I could spare. Not my soul.

The devil was also far less intimidating than I expected. He was a little on the short side, and far more human than I might have thought. Aside from the six glorious wings at his back, the least human things about him were his teeth and eyes; red and yellow, swirling with confusion and housing an ancient sorrow that seemed buried just below the surface. An unamused, but surprised look finally landed on me, knelt by the edge of the summoning circle. He made to move toward me, but was held in place by the ring of black salt. With a huff, he leaned back against the barrier, crossing his arms and observing me.

“... No one's summoned me to the mortal world in a long time. … You must be desperate.”

“I … I'll be honest, that wasn't supposed to happen, Sir … the book doesn't say anything about …” I fumbled through the book, rereading the spell. There was nothing to indicate who it called upon.

“Sir?” He chuckled, “well, that’s refreshing. Last time I was pulled into a summoning circle, the wretch had the nerve to call me ‘Dark Prince’ the whole time.”

I chuckled a bit awkwardly. “... Well, that's kind of a mouthful. If you don't mind, I think I'll stick with Mr. Morningstar?”

“Lucifer, please … but how did you know?”

“Aside from the snake and apple motifs you've got going on? You have six, very large, feathered wings. I might not be Christian, but I do know what angels are supposed to look like. … Sir.”

After a moment he let out a bark of a laugh, holding his sides. “Oh golly, you're entertaining! Alright, little witch. Whoever you were trying to summon, you've got me. So what deal were you trying to make?”

I took a deep breath to steady my nerves. Now or never, I guess. “My best friend is ill, and the doctors have given up hope. …”

“You want to trade your soul for your friend's life?” He smiled gently.

“... Does it have to be my soul?”

A strange look passed over his beautiful face, and he considered me for a moment. “... Maybe we can come to another arrangement. … There is something I can't get in Hell, and you did bring me here.”

I nodded slowly, curious what Lucifer himself could possibly want from earth. “Yes?”

“... Only sinners end up in hell. I … I gave Eve that apple for her own benefit. To help her, and her children. So they could be better, be more … more. Not just animals, consumed by their instincts. But I’ve never seen any good come of it …”

“Oh … well that's not at all fair …” I frowned, looking up at him. “Especially considering how much good there is …’’

He cleared his throat, nodding a bit. “Right, so … if you show me some of that good, I'll heal your friend. Do we have a deal?”

“Huh? N- no, I don't just want my friend healed. I want a cure.”

“... Same thing?”

“No, Sir,-”

“Lucifer.”

“... Lucifer, … the doctors don't know how to help her. Which means they don't know how to help anyone else with this illness either. I want my friend healed, but I also want there to be a cure for everyone else.”

A small smile slid across his lips. “... That amount of power will cost quite a bit more … but something tells me you're more than capable of paying the price.”

A crisp white scroll unfurled from his hand, gold ink scrawling across it before my eyes. I carefully took the paper in my hands, reading it carefully.

“... This says you decide when I've held up my side of the deal. How do I know you'll ever decide to pay up?”

He smirked a bit, sharp teeth glinting in the light. “You're a clever one. … Alright, as a show of good faith, I will heal your friend up front. … You earned that much at least.”

With a wave of his hand, the text changed. I reread the document and nodded. “... Thank you. Ok, where do I sign?”

A white feather quill appeared, and Lucifer took it. He tapped the end to his finger, and pulled away a trail of … liquid gold? He signed the bottom with a flourish, then offered me the quill.

“Touch it to the ring finger of your non-dominant hand, it will draw up a small amount of your blood to sign with.” He tapped the paper where I was to sign.

I nodded, taking the quill, and placed it against my finger like he said. There was a brief, sharp, pain and when I pulled the quill away a trail of red followed. My finger appeared uninjured, but hurt like I had pricked it with a sewing needle. I signed where he indicated, and the summoning circle went up in flames, leaving no trace.

Lucifer smiled brightly, rolling up the scroll before he handed it to me. “Your contract, my lady.”

I took it, standing slowly. “... Thank you …”

He snapped his fingers, creating a crackle of energy throughout the room, and grinned. “There’s my side done, for now. So, how shall we start?”

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It took me all afternoon to think on what to start with. While I made tea and thought about it, he entertained himself by looking through my books and movies. His wings disappeared as he sat on my couch, reading the back cover of a book.

“... Is this for entertainment, or documentation?” He held the book up to show me the cover.

“That’s historical fiction, so entertainment based loosely on fact. It's about the wives of Henry the Eighth. … Do you know about them? How much do you know about human history?”

He chuckled. “I do keep apprised of the major headlines up here, but I don't typically bother with anything more. … You derive entertainment out of the suffering of those women?”

I chuckled a bit, setting a teacup in front of him, and sitting on the other side of the couch. “I think most people who read stories about horrible events do so because they don't understand how such things happen. We have a certain … morbid fascination with cruelty. … But I think it's usually also about honoring the dead. … They suffered so horribly, but we remember them. We don't let the bad things that happened to them get swept under the rug.”

He took the tea, watching me. “... I see …. Well, what good is there in that?”

“Ever heard the phrase ‘those who don't learn history are doomed to repeat it'?”

“You think remembering their pain will keep it at bay?”

“Something like that … can't avoid pain if you don't know what you're looking out for. Can't protect your loved ones unless you know what you're defending them against.”

He chuckled, sipping his tea. “I see…” He watched me, a curious look on his face. “So, any ideas yet?”

“Well, I was thinking we could start around town. You said it's been a while since you've been on earth?” He nodded, giving me a curious expression. “Then I think we ought to start with a little tour around town, so you can get acclimated. Maybe something will strike your fancy, yeah?”

“... You don't have to do that, you know.” A small frown slid across his face.

“Do what?”

“The tea, taking me on a tour … it's cute, but unnecessary.”

I set my teacup down, raising an eyebrow. “... Cute?”

“Trying to curry favor.” He frowned more.

A sharp laugh ripped out of me, and I covered my mouth. “... I'm sorry. … I'm not trying to ‘curry favor' with you, Lucifer. You're a guest in my home, you should be able to expect some basic hospitality. My grandma always said we should be hospitable to others, cause you never know when it'll make all the difference in their lives.”

He watched me for a moment and chuckled softly. “I don't think your grandmother meant you to be hospitable to the devil, little witch.”

“If my grandma were here right now, she would ask why I haven't set out any cookies. Sadly, I have none to offer you. But I was thinking we could stop for ice cream on our tour. There's a really cute local ice cream parlor, I'd say it definitely counts as something good people have done with free will.”

He blinked slowly. “... You are … not at all what I expected.”

“I could say the same thing about you.”

After a brief moment he smirked, standing up. “Where's this ice cream parlor?”

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So I showed Lucifer around my little town. I took him to a playground where he could see happy families together. To a riverbank where my coven picked up litter and people went tubing and swimming. The ice cream parlor, and some other local businesses I liked. I bought him an ice cream cone, and a duck plushie he seemed particularly drawn to. He was hesitant to accept it, but once it was in his hands he held it to his chest, periodically stroking the tuft of fur on its head.

We walked in the sunshine, past schools and libraries. We watched a guitar player in a park, and got tacos from a food truck. And all day, I told him stories of kindness and generosity, big and small. Everything I could think of, from the Christmas truce in World War 1 to my brother's boss giving me free coffees when I pick him up from work. Any act of kindness I had experienced, seen, or heard of became an example of good things that happen because people have free will.

When it started to get late I took him to my favorite place to watch the sunset. He sat beside me, still hugging the duck plushie, and watched the sun dip lower and lower, the sky turning brilliant shades of purple and red.

“So? Any thoughts?” I watched him think for a minute.

“... They're good stories. But there's one problem.”

“What's that?”

“... Most of it wouldn't be necessary if evil weren't so prevalent in the world.”

“... Well, … you can't have good without bad.”

“What?” He frowned, turning to me.

“Without knowing about bad, you wouldn't know about good either. You'd just have … middle. In order to know you like something you have to be able to compare it to something you don't like. Otherwise it would all just be. … Plus, when everything’s going worst is when we notice good things the most. Smaller kindnesses mean more when we're hurting.”

Lucifer looked back at the sunset, thinking. “... Why did you give me the duck?”

I chuckled softly. “You seemed to like it, and I could afford to get it for you. Everyone should get a souvenir when they take a trip.”

“So you weren't trying to get in good with the boss of Hell?”

“Nope.”

“... Even though, by making a deal with me, you have condemned your soul to my realm when you die?”

“Anyone who thinks a duck plushie is going to buy them preferential treatment in hell is an idiot.” He gave me a skeptical look at that. “Lucifer, I swear, I only bought it for you because you seemed to like it.”

He thought for a minute, petting it absentmindedly again. “... You've held up your end of the bargain…”

“... But?”

“... When I finish my end, I go home. I can only be on earth for the time it takes to complete a deal. … I … I really enjoyed today.” As it got dark, his body started to glow with faint gold light. He looked up at the silver stars, and in that moment he seemed so sad, so delicate.

“... You know, I am asking for quite a lot … a cure for everyone with this disease, and all you get in return is some examples of kindness and an afternoon running around my town? … Maybe we could rework the contract.”

His eyes went wide as he turned to look at me. “... What did you have in mind?”

“... Well, you're not bad company. And I had a good day today too. We could do it again, if you wanted.”

Lucifer slowly grinned, and the contract was suddenly floating in front of me. An addendum was added to the bottom. Lucifer would send the necessary information to a doctor for the cure tonight, and once a month for the rest of my life, Lucifer would visit me wherever I was on earth. I would tell him more stories that showed what good has come of free will, and show him the good parts of life on earth.

I grinned, taking the quill that floated next to the scroll, and held it to my ring finger. A sharp pain later, I was signing at the bottom. Lucifer signed next to my name, his hand slightly shaking. “Alright … I'll see you again in one month then.”

I nodded. “I'm free on the third, if that works for you?”

He nodded. “The third. It's a date.”

With a snap of his fingers he was gone, and I knew some medical researcher somewhere was having the epiphany that would lead to the cure. In the meantime, I had a date with the devil to plan.

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salty-rey · 6 months

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Devil Flirt | Devil's Swing

Heheheh, a little continuation from my previous gift. Devil Rudi just can't stop being a tease.

I'm glad you loved it! @tmuse-ac @petrixmuserb

I couldn't stop grinning after seeing your reaction! Yes, simping hard did paid off 😂

#rudi x reader #rudi x y/n #rudi x yn #fnaf #fnaf security breach #sundrop #fnaf oc #tmuse-ac #original character #digital doodle #illustration #witch au #devil au #devil #demon #rubberhose #my art #rudi the janitor

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ginsakatoki · 2 years

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Can I request a Headcanon with Vergil and Dante (seperately) with an Umbra Witch Reader (if u know Bayonetta) if not, even just a Witch Reader is fine

Yes my dear, you can. I know of Bayonetta but I haven't had a chance to play it yet, so I'll write about a witch reader. I wrote this as a female reader (since you said witch) but let me know if you preferred it to be gender neutral.

Dante and Vergil with a Witch!reader

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Dante would be thrilled with a witch around. He's a curious man and he sure loves to understand how the supernatural works. Especially since he's seen pretty much everything, but a witch? He still has to meet one.

So when you burned a demon that was going to attack him when he wasn't looking and realized you had no weapons, he had to know how you did it.

"What was that? It almost looked like magic! Wait what?"

It took him very little time to accept that witches are real and showed you off to all his friends. Especially Nero, Lady and Trish.

Would definitely ask for the dumbest things though.

"So hey. Can you trasform this into gold? What. Bills won't pay themselves pretty lady!"

He also would ask you to use your powers to pass him the remote when he's too lazy to get up and get it.

He would be very disappointed to learn you are "just" a fighting kind of witch.

Other than that he would treat you like a normal person, he has his fair share of misfit friends so one more isn't a problem for him.

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Vergil would be academically interested in your powers. Whether it be the demonic or human part of him, he would be intrigued and would want to know exactly how and why your powers work the way they do.

You met at Magoo, a shop that sells supernatural and occult books and materials you both were interested in. He noticed how you were struggling to get a book that seemed stuck between two others but, as he went to help you out, he noticed that the book started floating on its own into your hands.

He stared at you with a frown for a moment, conflicted whether to ask you about it or not. Thankfully for him, you asked if he needed anything.

"Show me that again... please"

He walked around you as if to check that there were no tricks.

"How did you do that?"

And that's how you started meeting each other trying to teach him the basics of magic and little spells.

He is so bad at it but don't tell him, he WILL get offended.

At first he only wanted to know about your magic to gain more power, but with time he realized that he enjoyed your company and the fact that you were not completely human allowed him to get out of his shell a little.

Out of the two, Vergil is probably the most interested in your magic and would even go out buying materials and books with you.

Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed! I apologize if you preferred a more a combat oriented witch.

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spilledbutter · 1 year

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i am thinking i am having thoughts. i am thinking about jaskier writing the old witch sleep and the good man grace.

it's two months after the mountain and jaskier is finding salvation at the bottom of a bottle. he's playing jigs in taverns for his daily bread but it doesn't have quite the same flavor as it used to. the cheers and jeers don't have the same appeal when there's no quiet night waiting for him afterward, spent in a shared room with a kind, lonely man who guards his heart by pretending it doesn't exist.

but the ale is there like an old friend (and isn't that a sad irony). he greets Mead and Vodka and Whiskey with a warm embrace and a smile.

and one night he's sitting in his dingy little inn room with its scratchy, threadbare sheets and empty hearth and he feels a fire burning inside him.

and that's the spark he needed. that's the way forward, when it's obvious there's no turning back to how things used to be.

and he writes. and he bleeds and he aches and he grieves and he shouts, and oh, he writes.

and he didn't intend to stay in this shitty backwater town another night, but it's pouring out of him. the last twenty-odd years are coming out in an endless stream and he worries that when he's done there will be nothing left.

but even so, by gods someone will witness him the way he was forced to witness his undoing on that mountain so many neverending days ago.

and the next night he takes the stage. he doesn't sing a jig, but he also doesn't drink. and when someone calls for toss a coin, he smiles.

on a mountain with a dragon and a witch and a witcher, his heart broke. and in a half-empty room full of drunkards and delinquents, he will sing his redemption.

and the room is silent as he strums his lute, half-mad with the injustice of it all, and

there's a fire burning...

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Once Upon a December - The Invitation - Walter x Reader - P13

outfit

Witch of Carfax castle/Lady Deville

Hahaha, this is about you

Beware, beware, be skeptical Of their smiles, their smiles of plated gold Deceit so natural But a wolf in sheep's clothing is more than a warning -

You stared at yourself in the mirror, hands in your pockets as Harrison paced behind you, adjusting his cufflinks every few moments as he muttered to himself. You took one last glance at your outfit, smirking at the elegant pattern that covered the jacket you had stolen from Harrison to really give that-witch of Carfax Castle vibe.

“Darling” you cooed, stopping him in his tracks as he turned to you, his brows furrowed in immense worry. He was scared. Not for himself, but for you-what if Viktoria got a hit in, and you got hurt? What if you were taken from him again? “I’ll be okay, we have a plan; it ends tonight, with us.”

Harrison slowly nodded, taking your outstretched hands and bringing them to his lips, lingering on your ring “As soon as I can” Harrison muttered into your skin, his ocean-blue eyes staring into yours “I’m going to marry you again, I want everyone to know you are my wife, in this life and the last.”

You felt your face flush, shaking your head as you chuckled, “Sap,” you muttered, stepping closer to him and bumping your forehead into his “you would really go through all that trouble, just for us to be legally married in this century?” Harrison smirked, his fangs out and ready.

“I would go through brimstone and fire; just to yell to the world that I’m your boyfriend, let alone your husband.” you snorted at his words, shaking your head, kissing him softly and shortly; rolling your eyes as you pulled away “And they say girls are the sentimental ones of a relationship” you teased, giggling as Harrison rolled his eyes, grabbing your cheeks and pecking your nose. “Okay okay, now go, you have an act to sell.”

Harrison groaned, not super happy to be ‘Walter’ again; having to act as if you didn’t exist and he was an emotionless monster. But he nodded, pecking your lips once more and walking out of the room.

You took a deep breath, turning to the mirror once more.

You could do this; you were going to do this.

She was actually doing this-she was actually going to go through with this. Yeah-there was a plan, Harrison knew she was going to say ‘I don’t’, and you were going to take care of Viktoria the moment shit started going down.

But still-the entire idea was terrifying! What if someone caught you before you could come to the rescue? what if Harrison was tricking the both of you? What if you were in on it?

The last one was just a panicked idea, and she knew you wouldn’t hurt her like that. But still-she had been shoved into a goddamn horror movie, so please forgive her mind for spiraling.

Evie swallowed harshly as a gold tiara was set into her hair, her fists clenched at her sides as several maids finished getting her ready. “There you go ma’am” one maid whispered, resting the veil over Evie’s face. “Five minutes,” another maid said, opening the door to the Alexander suite, Great uncle Alfred stepping through.

“You look wonderful my dear,” he said with a smile, but it only made Evie shiver in disgust. How could this man, her great uncle-just so easily hand her over to a vampire? Easy, he was a privileged white man. Evie kept her eyes on the floor as Alfred took her arm, slowly leading her out of the suite and down towards the chapel.

Evie glanced down the hallway towards the master-suites; yours and Harrison’s rooms. She blinked at the small flash of red within the darkness, a hand suddenly resting on her back. Evie subtly pressed back into it, feeling much better knowing you had her back; figuratively and literally.

Your hand stayed on her back as she and Alfred descended the stairs and went into the servant's tunnels that linked into the hidden chapel; Evie’s shoulders tensed and her breathing picked up as the dark room surrounded her, her vision impaired by the veil on her face. Your hand moved from her back to her shoulder “You’re not alone Eve, I’m right behind you” you whispered, so quietly Evie wasn’t sure you even talked.

As the attending crowd stood, and the very creepy music played, your hand left her-leaving her alone. But she knew you would be there, making sure she got home safe, and Harrison would too. She would be okay, she just had to sell the act.

Which wasn’t hard, her breath was nearly panicked, cheeks warm and painted with tears. Evie spotted the old couple that had ended up sending her right back into this hell hole, her cousin, the man who had basically invited her to her doom; standing behind them.

Evie wondered for a moment; if she could ask Harrison to take care of him, as an apology. He probably would. Evie heard Viktoria tell Lucy to stop smiling, and Evie swallowed harshly, Lucy had helped Harrison free you, and helped her escape-she hoped Lucy wouldn’t be hurt in what was to come.

Evie was thrown back into reality as she and Alfred came to a stop in front of the alter, Alfred tossed up her veil and planted a gross kiss on her cheek; attempting to make it seem like it was a normal wedding. But this was far from a normal wedding, she didn’t love the groom one bit, and the woman he loved was at the back; cloaked by the darkness of the chapel.

‘keep it together, you’ll be home free soon, you got this’ Evie told herself, kneeling next to Harrison, who sneakily reached out and squeezed her hand. She squeezed back. ‘you got this’

“We are gathered here this evening,” Evie finally noticed the large black-cloaked man that stood before her and Harrison, swallowing harshly as he continued to speak in a dark-low tone. This was some-fucking culty ass shit. If she was terrified now, she couldn’t imagine how she would feel if you didn’t exist and Harrison was still planning on turning her and forcing her to marry him. “To sanctify the union, between our benevolent master, and his new bride; from the Alexander bloodline.”

Evie knew she would be back in New York in only a few days, she knew about the plan, and she knew you wouldn’t let anything happen to her. But gods the panic that set in at those words, she reached up, clutching her necklace as a new flood of tears streamed down her cheeks. She could see Diya chained off to the side, marked to be Evie’s first meal as a vampire; she looked terrified. Harrison glanced at her, licking his lips almost nervously before looking back at the officiant/cult member. “Long may they flourish”

“May the bridesmaidens, rejoice,” the crowd said behind Evie, all speaking in unison. Evie swallowed, she hated this, all of it. “Master,” the man in black said, turning to Harrison “Do you take this woman to be your bride?” Harrison glanced at Evie, then subtly behind him; seeing a small red flare within the darkness. He looked back at the officiant. “I do” he said calmly, easily keeping his act of Walter up as he heard Viktoria take a sharp breath; she didn’t approve of Evie, but she didn’t approve of not being at full power even more.

Too bad her little power trip would be ended in a few minutes. Harrison smirked at the thought. “And do you,” the officiant turned to Evie, who was practically zoning out; her body practically shaking at the fear that was gripping her heart “Evelyn Alexander, take the master to love, honor, serve and obey, for all the days of your eternal life?”

Evie took a shaking breath, seeing Harrison look at her through the corner of her eye, she could feel your presence at the back of the chapel. You were there, Harrison wouldn’t hurt her; Viktoria wouldn’t get the chance.

She could do this.

“No.” Evie muttered, but everything was quiet enough to where it echoed through the dark chapel. Everyone gasped, and she could easily imagine Oliver’s eyes widening in fear as Viktoria got to her feet. “No?” Viktoria hissed, her eyes blazing and her fangs barred, Harrison kept his eyes on Evie; trying to tell her he wouldn’t let her get hurt-while also trying to keep up his act.

Everyone was silent, knowing not to speak when the (2nd) oldest bride of Deville was speaking “No?” Viktoria said again, as if she couldn’t believe Evie would throw away the ‘gift’ of eternal life. “How-selfish of you. Just like your great grandmother; a filthy nig-“ she didn’t get the chance to finish that sentence, a red gleam appearing from the darkness with the coldness of your voice.

“Watch your mouth” you hissed, blasting the woman back into the alter, sending the banners crashing to the floor as the crowd gasped in fear; many frozen in shock as you appeared out of the darkness, your body glowing with the red marks of your magic. “It’s the twenty-first century Viktoria, get with the times. That language ain’t in style anymore” you said calmly, standing in the middle of the aisle as Viktoria stumbled out of the rubble that was once the altar-the officiant standing off to the side.

“What is the meaning of this?” Oliver asked, getting to his feet, squeaking as you and Harrison met him with glowing red eyes. “I’ll take care of you later, rat” you muttered, making him shut up and sit down; very much realizing he was in deep shit for tricking Evie, the other families, and the guests-realized this as well.

They were fucked.

Viktoria hissed, glaring at Lucy as she started to stand-her eyes wide. “Sit back down” Lucy just stared at her, blinking; gasping as Viktoria suddenly appeared in front of you, using her inhuman speed to slash at your cheek. You yelped in pain, Harrison quickly getting to his feet and grabbing Viktoria’s arm, practically growling as he threw her back and into the alter stairs; Evie quickly got to her feet and rushed over to Diya, she did not need to be in the middle of all that. “Get the fuck away from my wife you bitch” he hissed, standing in front of you protectively, the wedding crowd began to stand and get out of the chapel; they didn’t want to be thrown in the middle of this fight.

But they were all confused about ‘Walter’s’ words.

Wife?

“Wife?” Viktoria hissed, a look of near betrayal on her face. Her fangs and claws were fully out, her eyes flaring with rage “WIFE?!” Harrison just bared his fangs right back “Yes. Wife. We’ve been married since my first year as a vampire. And I’ll be damned if I let you hurt her.” Viktoria and Harrison held a small staring contest as everyone ran out of the chapel, Lucy standing to the side-unsure of what to do; Evie was trying to free Diya.

“Oh no you don’t” Viktoria hissed as she noticed Evie, turning and reaching towards her, Diya about to scream when a red mist-like magic curled around Viktoria’s wrist, once again throwing her back into the wall. “Get Evie out of here,” you told Harrison, stepping in front of him, keeping your eyes on Viktoria; who stumbled to her feet-this being her third time being thrown into something. “I’ll handle the bitch”

Harrison looked concerned, but he knew you could handle her. So he kissed the back of your head, telling you to be careful; he rushed over to Evie and broke Diya’s chains, leading them out of the chapel. “Lucy!” Evie yelled, the youngest bride snapping back to reality and about to follow-stopping when Viktoria hissed “You fall back in line” she spat out-glaring Lucy down.

Lucy just stared, then took a step, then another. Then she ran, picking up her skirt and leaving. Viktoria screamed, enraged; all of her control was slipping through her fingers. All because of “you” she snarled, her eyes nearly black as she clenched her hand, you mirrored her movement, your magic curling in your palm; the marks on your body pulsing with a red glow. “Me” you teased, smirking.

You caught her first swing, holding her firm with your magic as she screamed. You dodged the second, releasing her other arm as she whirled around and kept trying to slash at your throat with her claws. You were silent as she screamed and growled with each swing, insults pouring from her lips like water “insolent-little witch-home wrecker-peasant-You just had to come in-and ruin-EVERYTHING!“

You caught her arms, holding her there as she panted heavily, glaring right into your eyes. You smirked “You did it first, bitch.” was all you said before you muttered the incantation under your breath. “Necronom Hezberek Mortix” you could feel the power, gifted to her by Harrison-to which was gifted from you-draining from her, flowing back into you from your grip on her wrists. She gasped in pain, her body shaking as she felt her strength leave her.

“No-No!” she screeched, planting her foot on your chest and pushing you back; holding her hands to her chest as you released her and hit the floor. you coughed a bit, shaking your head as you sat up. “How-how in the hell-“ Viktoria whispered to herself, looking down at her shortened nails, they were still sharp and black-but she could see they weren’t as long, no longer claws. Her fangs were nearly gone as well. Just her canines now.

“How-“ she whispered again, glaring as you got to your feet, smirking at her “I gave Harrison his powers,” you said with a knowing smirk, dusting off your knees and tilting your head to the side “You really thought I couldn’t take them back?” The fear that went through her entire face was all too delicious. “Now that you have something to lose, why don’t you fight me for real; that was a cute warm up but” you cracked your neck, your eyes flashing red.

“I’m hungry for a real fight. Now give me your best shot.”

She just stared at you for a moment, then bared what was left of her fangs, snarling as she ran at you-she wasn’t as fast as she was before-but she was still faster than a human, once again swinging at you with her claws. Like before, you dodged and weaved between the swings, catching a few and redirecting her attacks. Soon enough she had backed you out of the chapel and into the servant's pathways; you knew you couldn’t fight in such an enclosed space-so you rushed for the main hallway-yelping as she slashed into your back just as you reached it.

You hit the floor, turning over to avoid her downward swings, glaring up at you as she snarled and huffed like a wild animal; fighting for its survival. Which she was, you had the power to take her down too easily, she wasn’t losing it all to some-girl-from Harrison’s past.

You caught a swing aimed at your face, and pushed it to the floor, your leg pulsing with red energy as you kicked her back. She hit one of the pillars with a crash, the stone crumbling behind her weight. “Fuck” she crushed, shaking her head as she got to her feet, she wasn’t as durable as she used to be; all thanks to that draining spell.

“That all you got?” you chuckled, getting to your feet and holding your hands out, red energy gathering in your palms. She screamed, leaping at you, slamming her fists into the shield you had created, you let out a huff, feeling the strain of using your magic so much in such a little time after-practically never using it.

Her foot found your stomach, sending you to the floor. you groaned, rolling quickly to avoid her heel and getting up as quickly as you could, blocking another one of her swings as she screamed out “I’LL KILL YOU!”

“You kill me, you kill yourself!” you yelled back, blocking her hard swing with your forearm as she aimed for your head. She wouldn’t listen, completely fueled by rage and hate. You called up shields and redirected her attacks, breathing heavily as you felt that strain increase; this was going on for far too long. You needed help, you needed Harrison-besides, he deserved to get his hits in, considering Viktoria hadn't just hurt you, she had hurt him through you.

Just as that thought ran through your mind, Viktoria was struck in the face and thrown to the floor; Harrison standing above her, fangs bared and snarling, before he quickly ran to your side. He curled his arms around you; furrowing his brows at your near-exhausted state. “love?” he whispered, tensing as Viktoria hissed as she slowly got to her feet.

“Do you trust me?” you asked, looking into his eyes; glancing at the dragon statue at the bottom of the stairs, just to your left. He followed your gaze, then back at Viktoria; nodding. “Always”

“Cute” Viktoria grumbled, blood running from her nose, Harrison had broken it. “I can't wait to see the look on your face when I rip her heart out.” Harrison just smirked, curling his arms further around you, as you whispered something into his ear; almost as if it was a secret between star-crossed lovers.

“What are you two…doing” Viktoria’s words faded out as a black smoke surrounded Harrison, his eyes glowing brightly as you both disappeared within the swirling smoke. She stumbled back as it grew in size, doubling-tripling-until the ceiling crumbled; screams of terror and panic echoed from just outside the manor-the families and guests running for their lives as the walls of the manor crumbled at the force of a set of-gigantic-black wings spread; black-scaled claws hitting the marble floor-cracking it with its weight and power.

“He’s-no-that’s not” Viktoria whispered, completely enveloped by fear as the dust began to clear-two large, glowing, blue and sharpened eyes staring back down at her, a figure sitting on the arch of its spiked neck.

“HE CAN TURN INTO A FUCKING DRAGON?!” Evie screamed from outside, her and Diya holding each other as Lucy stared. Harrison had turned into a dragon, the form he rarely took-a form he only took to protect you.

The son of the dragon.

The protector of the witch of Carfax Castle.

Harrison let out a low grumble from his chest, smoke spilling from his fang-lined mouth; his eyes tracking Viktoria as she began to head for the manor doors-stopping as she saw they were completely blocked “please-mercy” she whimpered, feeling pure fear-something she hadn’t felt since she was human. She looked into your eyes, searching for something-anything-that would allow her to live.

You stared back, feeling every bit of your usual kindness…missing. “No,” you said, voice echoing across the grounds as everything went silent, Harrison waited on your words with a satisfied purr. “…Dracarys”

With that one word, Harrison released a torrent of fire directly at Viktoria, her screams echoing through the night as she was burnt to a crisp. By the time Harrison pulled off at the gentle pat of your hand, Viktoria was nothing but ashes, and fire began to spread through the manor.

You waved your hand, summoning everyone's stuff to sit in the unharmed gardens; not wanting anything important to burn. Harrison huffed, glad to leave this part of his life behind as he gave one heavy flap of his dark wings. He took to the air and landed gently next to the garden, turning to black smoke as he hit the soft grass, his arms protectively wrapped around you as he returned to human form; the two of you staring at the burning mansion.

“That was the scariest, and coolest thing I’ve ever seen!” Evie yelled as she ran up to the both of you, Diya staying back as Lucy ran after Evie, her eyes wide with a new sense of freedom. You chuckled, Harrison releasing your shoulders as Evie slammed into you, squeezing you tightly. “Is it over?” Evie asked, and you nodded, hugging her back and pushing your cheek into her head.

“yeah, it’s over” you muttered, looking at the burning manor, everything within being swallowed by the flames. “so,” Lucy said quietly, sliding off her gold ring and letting it drop to the grass, intertwining her fingers afterward-unsure of what to do with her hands “what now?”

You blinked, turning to Harrison, who just gave you a tired smile “I’ll follow you anywhere my love” he whispered, and you smiled back. You knew exactly what you were going to do now.

-end of part 13-

Well-this is the 2nd draft of p13, the first version was about-five pages shorter and paced horribly, so hopefully, this version was much better for not only my eyes, but for yalls eyes-and I hope yall liked p13!!! I think the next part is gonna be the epilogue, which probably won’t be short at all lolololol

See yall next time~!

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