#666blurbs

i just hit 666 followers and i’m actually a loser and already going to hell so send in blurb requests BUT!!! they can only be Koh! or demon! au :)

everything will be tagged as 666blurbs if you don’t want to see it as well as tagged as it’s au.

i write for harry, tom, and haz but if you send me an ask about anyone else i’ll give you a better answer on whether or not i’ll write for them :)

i won’t write smut but i will imply :) thanks pals :)

mutuals:

“Haz, what do you mean?” You furrowed your brow while attempting to hold back tears.

“I think it’s better if we end things, for both of us” He remained stoic, hoping that you didn’t notice how his eyes become glassy.

“Wha- why?” You stuttered out.

“Being king it’s- it’s really hard y/n. It’s a tough job and it takes up any and all time I could be spending with you” One tear slipped out of your eye and that only allowed the rest to fall freely. “No darling please don’t cry” Seeing you cry was it for Harrison, tears started rolling down his cheeks as well. He cupped your face in his hands, wiping away tears from your cheeks as they fell. “I don’t want this, I just want you to be with someone who can give you the time you deserve. I’m sorry” His voice broke.

“I just love you, I don’t care if you’re king”

Harrison had been alone for thousands of years. His entire life was lived in black and white, he’d grown to accept that maybe he didn’t have a soulmate.

It made things easy. He was stone cold, there was no one to make him soft. His service to the king was top priority.

But then he met you, bumped into you on a mission on earth, and his world burst into colour. It hurt his eyes and made his head spin and he could tell it made you feel the same.

Harrison knew if before you told him, you were an angel. The two of you were from different realms. Opposites

North and south.

Up and down.

Heaven and Hell.

i currently have an ongoing series off of king of hell!haz. it’s called mal en point, it seems to be a favourite among my friends and followers. give it a read if you’d like!

so i was a little confused by this but i tried my best, i kinda strayed away from it. i hope you like it anyways!

“Tom why are we up here, mate?” Harry had avoided the question but now they were wandering the city, looking very out of place in all black suits.

“Because I fucking wanted to Harry that’s why. Besides there’s someone we need to see” Tom snarled at Harry, taking his attention off the sidewalk in front of him. At the same time, he bumped into someone who was walking the opposite direction, knocking her phone out of her hands.

“Oh I’m so sorry” Your voice was sweet and soft as you bent down to pick up your phone. Tom felt awkward just watching you pick up the device, he stepped back to leave you room to bend down.

“I’m the one who should be sorry, darling. I wasn’t paying attention it’s my bad”

“Oh I wasn’t paying attention so it’s my fault too, I suppose” Tom felt his head rush as you spoke, he could hear the voice in the back of his head telling him something, but what was being said was lost.

There’s a moment of silence, broken by Harry; “Hey do you know where uh Tom where are we going?”

“1418 Peel street”

“Yeah do you know where that is?” Harry completes the question.

“Oh yeah. Well, you guys are headed the wrong direction and on the wrong street. Peel is about three more streets that way, it runs parallel to this one and the 1400s start further down there” You point the direction they were coming from, a smile much too chipper for the morning never left your lips.

Harry was about to nudge Tom with his elbow for being a smartass earlier about knowing where he’s going when he was, in fact, wrong, but his eyes haven’t come off you. Neither of them have responded and your eyes just keep shifting between the two of them until Harry elbows Tom.

“Oh um. Thank you” Tom finally pipes up.

“It’s not a problem, I hope it helps! Have a lovely day” You brushed past the two men and continued down your way. Toms gaze followed you.

“Did you get that feeling too?” Tom looks over at Harry who only looks at him like he’d seen a ghost. “You know, the corruption one that you get” Harry only looks more confused, “When someone’s good and-“

“Mate I know what you’re talking about but I didn’t get it” Harry cuts Tom off. “That was something else entirely” Tom hums in confusion, turning his attention back to your continuously distancing figure. “Maybe it was love” Harry jokes.

But that’s not possible.

Demons don’t fall in love.

“Still sleeping with the King?” She added a laugh at the end. You’d simply been walking down the hall. You could only assume she’d seen the mark he’d left on your neck last night.

Instinctively, you bring a hand up to cover the mark, roll your eyes and continue walking down the hall towards the throne room, where Harry would be.

Upon you entering he stood up almost immediately and wrapped his arms around you, placing a kiss on your forehead.

“Hello, darling”

“Hi” Your voice came out quiet, a weak smile on your lips.

“What’s wrong?” He cupped your face in his hands and you leaned into his touch.

“It’s nothing” He gave you a look, questioning what happened. You could hear it in your head. Please tell me, love. “Someone just made a comment on one of the marks you left. It’s really not a big deal, Harry”

“Who was it?” His voice turned cold.

“Wha- Lilith. Harry it’s not an issue though, it’s fine”

Harrison’s hands were on your hips, squeezing tight as he walked you back into the wall, his wings surrounded the two of you, hiding you away from the otherwise empty room.

His lips never left yours, except to pull at them with his teeth until you hit the wall, he started to kiss across your jaw and down your neck, nipping at the skin. You lips were red and swollen, small whimpers slipping out of the a’s Harrison sucked a mark into your collarbone.

“Fuck… Harrison” A quiet moan escaped you as he pressed his hips against yours, removing the little space that remained between the two of you. “Choke me” you accidentally let it slip out.

Harrison pulls away and looks at you, his eyes were dark with lust, removing any trace of the bright blue you adored. But him looking at you like this was almost better; it made you weak.

“What was that darling?” His hands are still on your hips, squeezing not nearly as hard as they were before. You take his wrist of his left hand and guide it up to your throat, holding it there.