douma, douma, douma... where shall we start with you two? well...
you weren't one of the upper ranked demons but you still were pretty strong, one of muzan's favorites apparently because you were always at the meetings when muzan would be losing his shit
this obviously peaked douma's interest in you because... what was a demon like you doing here? did you kill a hashira? accomplish a great feat? he was curios, so much so that you would often always feel him stare at you from across the room. it didn't matter where you two were at, if you were there, his eyes were on you.
you knew douma was more than intrigued with you when he didn't come and talk to you like he did with akasa (even if akasa made it clear he hated him) those colorful eyes tracking your every movement
but of course, douma never keeps his distance for long. but you didn't mind, you knew that he ran a cult but his constant company around you became comfortable to have. 'you should come by sometime' he had said in that eerily easing voice he used when talking to everyone. you had told yourself that you wouldn't get caught up in douma's antics but the world has a weird way of playing with you
it had been a long night, you had fed on a couple of villagers in the area but you were so caught up that you didn't realize how soon the sun would be rising. so, you went to the nearest place you could go
when you arrived at douma's mansion, you didn't know what to expect but you weren't ready to be met with the odd beauty of it. but what was even more odd, was how you found douma almost as soon as you had walked in- or more like he had been expecting you in the first place- save for a couple of his... followers?
'(y/n)! you finally decided to visit me, how sweet of you' he said in a sweet tone, his eyes illuminating the room his was in. he treated you with care that early morning, making sure you were comfortable (and feeding you fresh bodies that he had planned to "help ascend")
you knew not to take his 'feelings' or 'hospitality' seriously. you always knew about his apathy that stirred behind that 'caring' smile and heartful voice of his
but little did you know was that douma was beginning to question himself. you had awakened something inside of him, he couldn't stop thinking about you, how you looked, how your hair fell around your face, how you liked to stare into his eyes... he thought about it all. and he couldn't figure out... why?
that just gave him all the more reason to obsess over you. which lead to now-
one of his followers had taken a liking to you, many of them did but this particular one had been seen following you around the mansion, always making sure you had everything you needed.
douma however, couldn't help but... feel? whatever it was, douma hated it, and he needed this follower of his- yours- gone. immediately. later that night, you were met with a deep scent of iron in the air.
naturally, your body moved itself and followed the smell until you were met with douma and bits and pieces of what used to be a human. you didn't question him however; you recognized the cloth on one of the legs and knew exactly who douma had killed. 'i simply didn't care for him following you around'
and as usual, he said it in that cheery voice he always used, but you heard the strain in his voice as he spoke. as you felt his hand hold you closer to his body, you finally took note at how possessive he had become over you
but... it wasn't like you were complaining or anything
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Hello, are you writing for the Demon Slayer? Can you also write something for Enmu?
(Hihi! Thxs for requesting this made me really happy to see >-<! I hope you like it <3)
His devotion was absolute, consuming, a fever that gnawed at his every waking thought. The mere mention of their name sent his heart fluttering and his body quaking with anticipation. Enmu couldn’t help himself—he never could. From delicate flowers laid at their bedside to kneeling patiently by the train like a loyal hound awaiting its master, every act was an offering, a desperate plea for their gaze to fall upon him.
They were perfect. Untouchable, resplendent—everything he had ever longed for. Everything he could never, would never allow himself to lose. He needed them, craved them, desired nothing more than to hold, to claim, to drown in their presence.
And yet… how could he ever dare? To reach for them with his filthy, grasping hands would be a sin. No, no—he could never taint them, never stain the immaculate beauty of their being with his unworthy touch. The guilt would crush him, smother him, destroy him.
But—oh, to be touched by them. That he could allow, that he could savor. The gentle weight of their hands cupping his face, the way their voice—silken, indulgent—cooed at him for bringing offerings of blood and death. Like a pet cat presenting its prey, he relished every scrap of approval, every soft laugh, every fleeting kiss they bestowed upon his trembling lips.
Their eyes—those glorious, merciless eyes—shone with power that could undo him in an instant. Demonic, entrancing, hypnotic. One glance and he was lost, willingly shackled, begging for more. He adored them. Worshiped them. Loved them with a hunger so sharp it hurt.
So much. So endlessly much. So much it curdled into ache, into madness, into an obsession that left no room in his heart for anything or anyone else.
For in the theater of his dreams, there was no world, no stage, no life worth living without them.
Idk why this is so funny to me, but how would the Batfam react to Tim Drake making a contract with a demon Male reader?
Like a part of the demon contract deals, is neither party demon nor the human can say what the contract is. So the batfam has no context what, so why is the demon there and follows around Tim.
Batman ofc dragged a favour out of Constantine, and John explains that many contracts have one rule that the contract can be told to others, of what it is. But he can give them info of the demon, which Male Reader is a demon that rules over psychology and secrets.
So when Tim is doing another "all-nighter" (it's going on 29 hours of being a wake), the batfam notices the demon getting agitated watching Tim and speaks 'Do you remember the rules of our contract?' , Tim sighing in stubbornness says 'Yes, but I'm almost done with this breakthrough'.
After one more hour, Demon Reader gets up and taps Tim's shoulder and possesses him. Immediately saving his work, and begins doing all of the self-care tasks Tim's been putting off. Like dumping out his coffee, and drinking water, taking a shower, eating a balanced meal and doing his laundry. While Tim's mind is asleep in his subconscious.
Ooooo I kinda like this idea ok soooo I think that-
At first glance everyone is definitely thrown off by your presence. Why in the world would Tim do something like this out of nowhere? Damian is just intrigued and curious, mostly asking you questions that you promptly ignore. Dick, and Jason are immediately concerned, throwing out question after question about why Tim would do this but he never tells them. So the first thing they do is run to Bruce who just goes to John to see if he has any information on the type of demon you are. John does his little investigation on you and immediately recognizes you as a type of psychological demon, so he tells them not to worry about it too much.
That doesn't stop them from being warry about you as you follow Tim around. They'd try to make idle chatter here and there but you'd always respond quickly, being too focused on Tim to really care about anyone else. It made it hard to build trust with you so they were never 100% sure you wouldn't cause any harm to Tim. Until one day at least.
Of course there came a time where Tim refused to sleep as he worked on his latest breakthrough. The others had tried to get him to away from his lab and into a bed or at the very least the kitchen to eat a meal but it was no use, until you that is. Around the 29th hour of Tim's all-nighter the others had heard some commotion from his lab. Going to check it out they found you nagging him to take a break and rest while reminding him about the rules of your covert contract. When he'd ignored you one last time you took matters into your own hands, possessing Tim and forcing him to get up and take care of himself. The others were definitely freaked out until they noticed you simply cleaning up his desk before moving to the bathroom where you made sure his teeth were brushed and his face was washed. You'd made him take a shower, eat, hydrate, and all in all just did menial tasks for him, making sure he was taken care of. It boggled everyone's minds somewhat but it sort of confirmed Johns suspicions that you wouldn't be a threat to anyone, let alone Tim.
MICHEAL SIGHED, he hated this month. He hated it with all his heart. Waking up to see blood on his boxers, it made him sick as he realized why he kept getting headaches lately. Every time it's that time of the month, it makes him feel as if he wasn't who he is now. "Miya Chi..." someone who he doesn't know anymore, he only knows Micheal Chi. Of course his mom was and is supportive..but he hated the feeling of looking into the mirror shirtless and seeing those light scars under his chest. He hated it. He hated the feeling of being disgusted by his own body. He hated looking at himself sometimes, sometimes his body reminds him of 'her'.
The person he was before anything else, he didn't know why. He felt so weird. Micheal looked in the cabinet of the bathroom to find no pads, with a scoff he slammed them close. God, those cramps were rising in the boy's lower body. The poor male gripped his guy as tears prick his eyes, threatening to spill as he groans softly. His menstruation cramps were always the worst, he hadn't even noticed a simple demon smelling the smell of blood from afar. [Y/N] knocked on the bathroom door worried. "Hey, you okay Mimi?" Asked the demon who stood crossing their arms, worried for the male behind the door.
"No...I need...pads." Micheal said, slightly embarrassed as he flushed the toilet. "Pads?? Need pads for what??" [Y/N] thought before nodding outside of the door and going to get Ms.Chi on the house phone. After explaining the "symptoms" to the elder lady, Ms. Chi delivered groceries through DoorDash to the house. Not even saying a word. Micheal had a robe over his body when he heard the door bell rang in the house. His mom had texted him about the supplies that got sent to the house.
Micheal rushed out the bathroom with a flushed face, embarrassed for what the demon might see. The robe covering every inch of his body and pushing [Y/N] away from the Walmart bag. [Y/N] stood there shocked before the male entered the bathroom, a ripping noise was made as the light in the bathroom turned off. Micheal stood there without his bloodied underwear, having a new pair one with a new shirt as well that was comfortable. Micheal stood there, wearing one of [Y/N]'s shirts. It was clearly big on the male's body as it was to his thighs, the demon smiled at how cute the human looked to them.
"Aww Mimi is so cu—"
"Don't call me that."
[Y/N] froze, the pure darkness and seriousness in the voice of the male in front of them made them look shocked. "Huh...?" Micheal turned away from the demon, the cramps weren't really the best along with the moods he was feeling. "....dont call me Mimi. I need some alone time, call me when dinner is ready." Micheal says walking away from the demon who frowned. Clearly the male didn't want to be talked to, going to his room and closing it. Practically locking himself in his room.
"What's wrong with him?..."
THE DEMON CALLED MILES, [Y/N] called him because they felt like the friend of the male in the house will know what's wrong with him. Micheal would come out the room being affectionate, and then being cold. Literally the male was on the demon's lap a few minutes ago before they smelt blood again. It emitted from the embarrassed male who got up quickly and walked with his thighs pushed together tightly. Shuffling like a penguin. That made suspicion rise in the gluttonous demon.
So the demon was on the phone with their best friend.
"..listen okay? Micheal is trans, he was a female but transferred to a male. Does that make sense.." the other side was silent, miles sighed before continuing. "Okay so basically he felt like he was not in the right body. He didn't feel comfortable in his own skin I guess? But soon he found out who he wanted to be, so he became it. He felt normal and not trapped in that body. Becoming someone who he knows and is." After the explanation, [Y/N] nodded with a stern look. The demon also asked the brown haired male about what Micheal was going through as well, smelling blood always brought back memories from hell.
"He's on his period, he'll be fine on like day 3 or 4 I assume. It happens once a month, either at the beginning, middle or end. Cramps, mood swings ,and all that shit. I heard from him and other girls that cramps are the absolute fuckin worse man."
[Y/N] hummed, miles stayed quiet before asking the demon something.
"You gonna help him?"
The demon bit their lower lip, the thought of the Korean male in pain hurts their own demonic soul.
"I'll help him..I always will."
MICHEAL STAYED IN HIS ROOM, whimpering as he held a heating pad to where it hurts. [Y/N] walked in with a serious and concerned look, holding midol and some snacks. "...You're hurting baby." Micheal blushed at the pet name as he withers away from the presence of the giant demon in his room. "Blood smells bad, have you taken a shower?" [Y/N] asked before kneeling on the bed side so he can face micheal. Micheal shook his head no, the cramps were getting to him as he cringed feeling it again. Holding the heating pad close to his lower abdomen, [Y/N] sighed holding out the midol pills and the water bottle beside the bed.
"Please..take these. It hurts me to see you in pain micheal." Micheal froze, he never heard his real name being used by the demon who always called him nicknames. Micheal was sure that the demon would've slipped up and called him "Mimi...". The red haired male looked up to see those orange glowing eyes, they screamed protectiveness and concern. The Korean male sat up a bit, cringing at feeling weak. "Here." [Y/N] places the pills on the male's mouth and held the water bottle so Micheal could drink the pills along with the water.
After the Korean male finally took his medicine, [Y/N] picked him up. Not even caring if blood gets on their arm while they walked to the bathroom to run a shower for the poor male in slight pain now. "Taking a bath might seem weird..so please try to stand up to shower mich—" "Mimi..." Micheal says interrupting the demon. "Call me Mimi damnit..." [Y/N]'s eyes widen before softening.
"Okay Mimi..."
And the rest of the day was full of care as the demon took care of their human companion.
How about Mikan, Kirumi, Mahiru, Sayaka and Celestia with male S/O, who is secretly a demon, who went to Earth to explore it?
Mikan Tsumiki, Kirurmi Toujou, Mahiru Koizumi, Sayaka Maizono, and Celestia Ludenberg with a male S/O who is secretly a demon
hai omg I just finished the new yttd chapter LOLZ that shit was cray anyways I love this ask so so so much you don't even know. also hai my first day at work is tomorrow very cool I hope it is and I didn't just make up the time in my head but mm let's see how it goes.
if this feels rushed it's because it is.
anon I think we are very alike
also okay honestly samiam is such a good band if any of you are punk or something then listen to them they're kinda good ngl. (changed playlist now I'm just listening to their albums while writing) I don't even like pop punk but someting about this gots me
currently listening: this will make you love again by iamx
-Mod Souda
Mikan Tsumiki (cw self harm?)
❤ You had found yourself lurking around hospitals. No matte what you were doing, your studies found yourself there.
❤ So many different types of people. Everything is so frantic and passionate.
❤ And amidst the panicked people was a little anxious nurse. She took her passion in helping people. You noticed this immediately.
❤ "Sir, you can't be back here." A voice says to you. Still, outside one of the rooms, you watch through the window as she starts bandaging someone. Her hands are so wise.
❤ You've noticed her every time you enter this building. It's as if God is ordering you to do something.
❤ You wave off the doctor that interrupted your thoughts.
❤ That girl... you'll find a way to get to her.
❤ You started to fake being injured. Nothing hurt you. Nothing ever did, so inflicting stab wounds or gunshots was easy.
❤ And you'd walk right into her arms.
❤ With that, you got to know her better. You spent time in her care, asking her millions of questions about herself.
❤ You always made her blush. The charming smile you gave her was unbelievable. You made her feel so... special.
❤ She started to look forward to seeing you, sickly enough. She enjoyed the way you needed her and the way you entertained her.
❤ This is completely off topic but I can imagine like the way you propose to her is hiding a ring in your like shoulder or something and be like "omg there's something inside idk what it is plz get it out."
Kirumi Toujou
♥ You wore a suit and tie when you first met with the prime minister of Japan.
♥ What you didn't expect, however, was the gorgeous lady who stood in its place.
♥ You just felt happy that you dressed all nice.
♥ Getting her to like you back was difficult. She hardly told you anything about her life unless you demanded it from her. She seemed so stuck to the idea of being a servant to people, even as busy as she was.
♥ You started bringing her gifts. Places like Italy, Egyst and Vietnam were easy to get to. All the while, you brought small trinkets and clothing items for her to keep.
♥ Her favorite was an umbrella with a woven design in purple, green, and yellow that you stripped from New Orleans. All these places looked marvelous. She kept the postcards you'd send her, too. Neatly stacked.
♥ She found herself getting excited whenever your ID card scanned through the entry door. Her heart associated you with the feeling of happiness.
♥ Realizing that made her blush.
♥ Look at her, falling for someone.
♥ "That's not very professional," she whispers to herself.
♥ You becoming her boyfriend was the quickest way that you could study human life. She was easy to win over. At least now, you have Japan under your control and a gorgeous lady to go with it.
Mahiru Koizumi
♡ "It's so weird - every time I take a photo of you, your eyes get all blotted out." She sighs while waving the prints in the air.
♡ "Maybe it has something to do with your camera." You laugh before ruffling up her hair. She stomps her foot at you and pokes your chest.
♡ "Don't do that!"
♡ She's not going to stay convinced for long. You know that much. But for her to assume you're a demon? It shouldn't go that far. You hope.
♡ You like the normal human life, a lot more than you thought you would.
♡ Every day you make her lunch and make the bed and things like that. When she goes off to school - or whatever photography project she's taken up - you stay home to research more. You prefer it like this.
♡ It's simple. It's sweet.
♡ And it means you get to stay here with her.
♡ When you first came to Earth, you were terribly unemotional. Humans were like test rats. You wanted to see what would make them happy, sad, angry, frustrated, and what would make them break.
♡ It's just... her. She ruined everything for you. And at the same time, she made everything better.
♡ Maybe you can be a good malewife or however the light music club girl described you. It doesn't matter. As long as your little Mahiru is happy.
Sayaka Maizono
❥ One of your demon friends won tickets. When he first approached you with them, you asked how he got them.
❥ "I don't know - some announcer was giving away phone numbers on that report system in their cars. I got some of these tickets. Did you know they pay to watch people sing?"
❥ And that's how a handful of demon boys wounded up at a Maizono concert.
❥ One of them definitely tried to eat the glow stick.
❥ After the opener, she came on. Her and her group. They looked beautiful in their pink dresses with the matching bows in their hair. You were starstruck. Now you can see why people pay for this - it's absolutely breathtaking. You couldn't even believe what was happening.
❥ You clench onto your chest, trying to breathe. She's gorgeous and... she is a human.
❥ After that, she was all you could think about. You'd listen to her music in stolen headphones. You'd watch all of her music videos on stolen phones.
❥ You stole bought all of her posters and shirts. You even sent her letters.
❥ Said letters were filled with humbo jumbo about humanity but they were romantic nonetheless.
❥ You finally met her when you snuck into the backrooms and pretended to be security. She came out from the stage, sweaty and still smiling, greeting you before going on with her way.
❥ Even with the butterflies in your stomach, you still managed to catch her hand and stop her from leaving.
❥ "I will always protect you." Are the words that leave your mouth.
❥ And afterwards, when she nods and looks away with a confused face, you can't help but shake your head. Gosh I just embarrassed myself.
Celestia Ludenberg
❣ She thinks of you as her pride and joy. The gorgeous demonic boy to be by her side.
❣ She uses you as a guard dog to walk alone at night.
❣ Making her love you was the easy part. You are perfectly unique - just for her.
❣ To be honest, she makes you feel like you are home. Though the idea that she is just using you as an accessory doesn't ache you in any way. It's not as if you could truly love a human.
❣ Being around her is the sense of familiarity in their foreign world.
❣ Watching her snake her way out of failures reminds you of your own youthful days.
❣ She meets a load of different people, enough for you to analyze.
❣ Watching the way she can break people down is the best thing for your studies. Useful and brilliant.
❣ She figured out you were a demon quickly. I mean, it was just a fantasy-based guess, but she was right anyway.
❣ And it made her happy. If you are a demon then that means she really can get a manor filled with creepy crawlies to serve her as queen.
❣ If giving you good morning and good night kisses is the way to her goal, then so be it.
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Back at it again with Hiram's bullshit. Oof oof oof this sucks
"Will he follow orders?"
"He has no choice."
"Even more of a reason for him to turn around and kill us." (Y/N) watched them, annoyed with their bickering. Hiram sighed, making a motion with his hand and stopping the two scientists. (Y/N) looked at him as Hiram raised an amulet with a lapis lazuli stone.
"This is be given back to you, if you helps us." Hiram said, dangling it. (Y/N) kept his eyes trained on his most prized possession.
"And if you betray us, this pretty gem will be shattered and you'll go back in the box." (Y/N) swallowed, glancing at the beautifully decorated box but inside Pandora's box was a nightmarish land. (Y/N) nodded.
"Great, go cause some terror." In a flickering of lights, (Y/N) vanished and reappeared in a bedroom. He approached the ginger who was calmly sleeping. (Y/N) raised his hand, black smoke circling his fingers and trailing down. It circled above the male's head. His soft smile turned into a frown as his dreams turned to nightmares. (Y/N) climbed onto his lap, feeding off Archie's fear and nightmares. He leaned down, getting close to his ear.
"Xypna."
Archie sat up with a gasp, heart racing and hair sticking to his sweaty forehead. He panted, the hairs on the back of his neck standing. Archie had never felt so frightened. He almost felt suffocated by the air. Archie couldn't even remember what his dream, or rather nightmare, was about.
"Archie.." He furrowed his brows. That didn't sound like his dad.
"Dad?" He called out.
"Yeah?" Fred called back. A chill ran down his back. Whoever called him definitely wasn't his dad.
"Archie!" The male flinched, shooting up from his bed and turning around. It sounded right by his ear. He turned on the lights and noticed something sliver on his bed. Archie reached down, picking up the necklace. A pentagram.
"What the hell?" He mumbled, furrowing his brows. Archie hissed as it started to burn, dropping it. He looked at the burn mark on his palm. One minute it was cold and the next hot? Archie looked down at the floor, only to see the necklace gone. He furrowed his brows. Archie took a seat on his bed, sighing and closing his eyes. He reopened them only to make eye contact with glowing yellow ones. His voice caught in his throat as his breath hitched. The creature stepped into the light of the lamp, tilting Archie's head up.
"W-wh-"
"Ypnos." Archie felt a sudden wave of drowsiness come over him, strong enough to make his eyes droop. He gave in, collapsing back.
"Sygnómi..." (Y/N) mumbled.
"Arch? Are you okay?" He turned his head, hearing someone walking up the stairs. (Y/N) stepped back into the shadows, watching as a man entered and sighed. He put Archie in a better position and pulled the blankets over him, turning off the lamp and leaving. (Y/N) needed his amulet. It was the only thing he had.
Archie yawned, waking up to the buzzing of his phone. He reached over, picking it up and answering the phone.
"Yeah?"
"You still coming to Pop's?" Veronica asked.
"Uh, yeah." Archie sighed, sitting up.
"I'll see you there, V." He hung up, putting his phone down. Archie ran a hand through his hair, sighing. He was exhausted. Archie looked down at his hand. The burn mark stared right back up at him. A soft whimper left him.
(I found this in my fields the other day and wanted to post it yesterday, but fell asleep before. I have a part 2 and 3, but I don’t know if I post them as one. Still need to re-read and correct! - I also found one on the TWD fandom that I don’t remember writting. I might post it soon too -)
Imagine being a Demon and saving Dean from another one.
The night was as dark as your smoky self; no light from the sky nor the side road. You could spot some firefly here and here. Soft green lights that was making you smile. As a demon, you couldn’t feel many emotions, especially good ones, but the sight of something beautiful or personal? Yeah, you couldn’t resist those.
Just like the sight of the Winchester brothers smiling, being happy. They went through so much and, like you, went through hell back and forth. Dying and coming back to life in an eternal loop. Yet, unlike you, they didn’t break under the pressure, under the horror. They were still able to laugh and be happy, even with their mind and heart in pieces.
Unconsciously you grabbed the pendant of your necklace. You crafted this yourself, giving it a bit of your power and linked it to its two twins that were in Sam and Dean possession. If any of them were to be in need of you, they only had to bleed on it and it would make yours warm.
A laugh left your lips as you kissed the pendant. This kind of friendship with the brothers… it take you time to build. Especially since how both of their parents died because of one and how others didn’t help make you appear trustworthy. You would always remember the day you met them, in a church as you killed another demon; the prey they were hunting. To say they were shook is a euphemism.
They looked at you, their mouth open like some surprised fishes, as you laughed at their faces. Of course, they tried to put you down, tried to send you back in hell. All in vein for they’ve never been able to catch you. O, but you would appear and play with them, or leave behind some indices to help on a case. It took you a full year and half, and the rise of the Apocalypse’s Horsemen, for you to win a bit of trust. And sending a car on the Devil’s face to win it full!
Letting yourself fell on your ass, you closed your eyes, savoring the soft cold breeze and the smell of nature. You couldn’t, obviously, sleep, but those moments were like dreams. The sweet and bitter memories? Dreams and nightmares.
You jumped a little bit as you felt your pendant warm up suddenly against your skin. Without a second though, you simply disappeared from your spot, reappearing just behind the brother that called for your help.
Instantly, your eyes fell on Dean, on the ground and bloody. Hurt. The hunter was hurt. Your hunter was hurt. A low growl escaped your lips as your eyes turned black. Slowly, certainly painfully in his shape, the oldest Winchester turned toward you, smirking.
- “Hey, (Y/n). I met one of ya friend and guess what? I don’t think he love me.”
You looked up, finally seeing the responsible of those injuries. Another demon, a weakling next to you, eyed you with suspicion. You growled again, showing your teeth like a mad beast. A crooked smile appeared on the other lips as he recognized you.
- “So this his true then? The great (Y/n) got tamed by the Winchester and become their pet!”
- “Dude, if I was you, I would fucking run” groaned Dean on the ground as you walked in front of him, a living shield.
- “Or what? You lil dog’s going to bite me?”
- “Worse..”
The demon had never a chance to answer as you appeared right on him, stabbing the bastard heart with your blade. Your handcrafted demon killer blade. You watched the black disappear, letting the true color of the eyes come back before you let go of the corpse. You looked at it, anger still filling the veins of your host. You should have made this bastard suffer, torturing him to the dead of morning, make him beg for dead but…
But Dean was hurt. There was no time to lose on a slog.
- “Take that… Bitch”
You reply nothing, a smirk on your lips, as you looked back at Dean. Of course, the hunter would have a last word to say. You walked back, kneeling next to him before brushing his bloody hair from his face.
- “Ya look like shit Deany. Let’s bring ya back to your birdy boy and -”
- “No. I-I don’t want to go there.”
- “Dean yar hurt and I -”
- “Don’t care. I just...” He sighed, closing his eyes. “Just fucking take me back with ya, where you were before I called you.”
You judged him, judged his state. Dean was a bloody mess in need of some care and yet, he clearly didn’t wanted to go back to his brother or his angel. Too proud or did something happened? Brushing the questions in the back of your mind, you simply nodded.
- “Alright Dean. Let’s go watch some firefly then.”
He laughed as you took him in your arms like a bride.
- “Thanks mate. Mean a lot, can’t imagine.”
You looked at the hunter, chock. Never before did he called you like that. Mist bitch, cloudy bastard, hell whore… their demon dog, but never friend or a good name. You didn’t mind, didn’t care of those names. But mate? You smirked, holding him closer.
- “You’re welcome Dean. Anytime.”
Like I said, still have a part 2 and 3 to this one. Still thinking about what I am going to do with them. Hope you liked this one!
Edit; was missing a part and a word. I don’t know what happen since it was there before I post O.o Anyway, I edit and put back the missing parts. Thanks for all those hits *heart*
"Are you sure your dad is doing human trafficking?" Jughead asked quietly as they snuck into the warehouse. Veronica jogged as quietly as she could with her heels towards a door.
"They have someone locked up here. If it has to do with Daddy, it's not good." Veronica replied, putting in a number.
"How did you-"
"It's my birthday." Veronica flashed a smile, slowly opening the door. They entered the room, eyes locking onto the room with a glass wall. A young man sat in the cage like room. They approached the glass.
"Are you okay?" Betty asked softly. The male flinched, looking up at them. He stood, walking up to the glass.
"That's a shock collar." Jughead pointed out. The male studied them each, taking in their appearance. His eyes turned from (E/C) to light red. He grunted, looking away from them.
"Vampire?" Archie breathed out. The male shot him a disgusted look.
"Werewolf?" Eye roll.
"Demon?" Jughead tried. A nod made a chill run down their spines.
"We have to get him out." Veronica said, searching for a door. Archie and Betty looked at her.
"Are you crazy?!"
"No, she's right." Jughead agreed. They heard talking and quickly rushed to hide behind some boxes.
"Look who's awake." Hiram's voice echoed in the room. Jughead nudged Veronica, motioning to a door that needed a key card. Betty looked at the desks, seeing the key card. She quickly crawled over to the desk, grabbing the key card and hidding under the desk.
"He's a pretty monster, isn't he?" Hiram said.
"Of course he is. He's an incubus." The person with him replied. They left moments later and Betty stood.
"Be careful when you let him out." Jughead warned. Veronica looked at him.
"Why? What's an incubus?" She asked.
"The male version of a succubus." Jughead replied. Veronica hesitated before inserting the key card.
"Nobody deserves to be locked up in a cage for their whole life." She said, opening the door. Archie and Jughead got in front of the doors as the male approached. The incubus grabbed Archie, pulling him in and kissing him. Archie tensed, his lips tingling. The (Redhead/Blonde/ect) pulled back, grinning. Archie felt... Drunk. Intoxicated. The four felt a pull towards the male as he gazed at them.
"Sweet little mortals." He mumbled, letting go of Archie.
"We have to get out of here." Betty said, grabbing the demons hand and pulling him along. He raised a hand to his neck, grabbing the collar and breaking it as they left the building.
"What are we gonna do with him? He's not a dog or cat we can sneak into our house." Betty said, pacing as (Y/N), they had learned his name when they left the building, gazed out at the river.
"Daddy has eyes everywhere." Veronica reminded, sighing. (Y/N) looked at them, a bored expression on his face.
"Archie, how are you feeling?" Jughead asked, writing on his notepad.
"Seriously, Jug?" Betty looked at him.
"What? He might be the only demon I'll ever encounter. It'd be a great story." (Y/N) chuckled.
"The four idiots and the demon?" He raised his brows. Jughead felt his heart flutter.
"I... Don't know how I feel." Archie said, glancing at (Y/N).
"Now I'm curious." Veronica huffed, crossing her arms. (Y/N) cooed.
"Do you want a kiss too?" Veronica flushed, looking away.
"Back onto the matter at hands.. My mother would find out, V's place is out of the question, Hiram would check Archie's place..." All eyes settled on Jughead.
"We still have the Ghoulies to deal with. They could easily snitch." Jughead pointed out.
"Not if (Y/N) seduces Malachai-"
"No!" Betty shook her head.
"He's an asshole but he doesn't deserve that." Betty sighed.
"How about me and Jug take turns? I'll convince my dad to let him stay for a week." Archie suggested.
"He'll have to stay with Jug first." Betty said, nodding.
"Good plan. I could try to convince my mom."
"And after those weeks?" Veronica questioned. They shrugged.
"We'll figure it out. Improvising's what we're good at."
