#because demons

(With this AU)

I’m in love with it.

Like. Really in love with it. 

I just. Genos with little fluffy fox ears and a fluffier tail probably on a mission to kill the humans that took his family (at least I’m assuming because I haven’t seen an official “fleshing out” post for this AU) and Saitama a traveling monk who slays demons for fun...

...until they meet each other, start working together, and eventually redirect their efforts for doing good for others, whether its exorcising the more violent, trouble-making demons or taking down the bandits that have been running amok of the countryside. 

I. Guys I have emotions and I swear as soon as I finish one of my other fics I am freaking going to write on this AU because. 

(which one i have too many)

How about Burdock since he’s more relevant to both of us. Now it’s ~Tragic Backstory Time~ on how Burdock made a pact with a demon-thing.

@charredreminder

Lazily, fingers stroke through the other demon’s hair, as if compulsed by bared instinct rather than a conscious, human affinity. something was wrong, Vincent could sense it, but said nothing, only adjusted his position to allow Malcolm access to his lap. The T.V. playing, muted in the background only served as a minor distraction. noise, something to keep a shattered mind even keel in such trying times as these.  

“I bought some new paint today. I’m considering, trying to sell some of my older pieces.”

There’s the faint sound of cartoonish antics emanating from the television, though Malcolm is staring right through it; all but entranced by the rhythmic stroke of his lover’s fingers as they comb through chestnut curls.  Something is wrong.  Everything is wrong.  Vincent’s words barely register--Mal isn’t thinking about the other demon’s paintings right now; too crushed beneath the debris of his whole world in ruins around him to notice the bare spaces on the walls where Vince has already pulled some of the older pieces down.  

He shifts, pulling the edge of the blanket up under his chin as he breathes in Vincent’s familiar scent and murmurs unsurely, barely more than a whisper,  “Do you love me?”