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opossumisst · 2 years

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*hits the calypso twins with the OC-fication beam* been thinking of just turning them into OCs because i keep shoving troy in other game AUs i cant really call him a canon character anymore LMAO

#my art #calypso twins #troy calypso #tyreen calypso #oc #theyre the caballero twins now #oc: troy caballero #oc:tyfany caballero #ty 100% gets her name spelt wrong every time in starbucks and causes a freakout in the store #modern au #AU #original characters

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bluerosefox · 1 year

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Double Troubles

Another Damian and Danny Twins Au idea but they decide to mess with their families once they get over the whole "I thought you were dead!" And "I wasn't sure if you would ever wanna see me again!" And basicly switch places for a while to see whose family would notice first. (They do set up rules for each other though)

Damian pretending to be Danny and 'explaining' to Danny's friends and Jazz his 'powers' are on the fritz due to something the Fenton's parents did with a new invention and "don't worry, I asked Frostbite and Clockwork, they say it has to wear off on its own.". Does he use Fenton Works weapons to fight ghosts. YES. Does he stare down the Ghosts that are confused why the 'ghost boy' doesn't feel ghostly anymore only to play along with Damian (and Danny, when he explains over the phone) theyre just having some fun (ghosts love causing chaos so they'll play along. For now.) Yep. Damian wearing contacts so his eyes are blue. Damian taking care of Danny's bullying problem in secret? Yes.

Meanwhile Danny is having the time of his life pretending to be his serious brother. He even is letting some of his ghost aura out so his eyes are green, not enough to glow neon but a shade lighter than Damian's though. And then doing things so out of character for Damian to do at odd hours of the night and trying to see if he make the rests of the Bats think they're going nuts (A very sleep deprived Tim caught him floating one night in the hallway, they both stared at each other before Danny says in his best Damian voice "No one will ever believe you." Before phasing into the floor). Things get even better when Dani (who was traveling around and felt him nearby) stops by, gets the info on what's going on, and pretends to be Damian too that's been hit by magic and turned into a girl for a day. (Danny totally was just watching in ghost form above everyone invisible)

All the fun ends when Jason returns from a mission with the Outlaws and can legit sense 'Demon brat' feels more dead than he should be.

"DANG IT JASON! I WAS GONNA WIN. JAZZ WAS TOTALLY GOING TO CONFRONT DAMIAN TODAY TOO!"

(Being silly today, take my silly story idea)

#danny phantom #danny fenton #dp x dc #batman #blue rambles #crossover #writing ideas #random idea #danny phantom dc #damian wayne #twins au #damian and danny are twins #they did the whole 'you were dead!' thing off screen after Damian tracked him down #he realized Talia would lie to him about his twin and digged to find the truth #and he did #found Danny in Amity Park #fighting ghosts #and then they decided to pull off theyre favorite ways to learn things about the other #by pretending to be the other for a while #they wanna see how long they can pull this off #Jazz is suspicious after a while but needs proof #Danny's rouges after its explained to one ghost and the news spreading fast in the zone are down for it #they love a bit of chaos #Clockwork and Frostbite and others are making sure the more dangerous entities dont try their luck with Danny being gone a while though #Alfred knows though #he sees Danny once and just knows #Damian: 'Pennyworth will most likely know the moment he sees you Danyal.'#Danny: 'Wheres the fun then?'#Damian: 'He wont count.'#Danny: 'Hmmm add Dani to that list if she visits. Shes my clone and can sense me.'

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jey-chan · 4 months

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I love the demon twins au and more if they never list contact but never told anoye. Soo...

Imagine on day, the Batfam was just doing theyr usual patol things when sudenly the coms come alive.

Danny: Ryu to Sirius, Ryu to Sirius, can you coppy?

Jackson: who the hell are you?

Batman: How did you get on this line? Lef! This is an emergency chanel!.

Danny: Sh! Bats! Im tralling to call Robin! Its a call for emergency extraction ASAP.

Dick: dis he jus-

Robin: Phantom.

Danny: *insert random cordenates here*... oh I may need you to tell Baba the true 'cause... the frootloop cant adoot me if i have bio fam.

Robin:... i may need to call a super taxi.

#dpxdc #demon twins

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princessbrunette · 3 months

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I feel like if one of the twins is having a tantrum and jj is like so overwhelmed, would he call reader to calm them down or would he not? - 🤙🏼

before i dive into this i want to say i decided on the twins names. going off my own headcanon (i don’t wanna hear it) that jj stands for jesse james, im gonna say the twins have names taking inspiration from other figures too. jj’s little brother is called billy, named after another cowboy billy the kid (much like jesse james.) jj usually calls him bill for short, depending on his mood. jj’s little sister is called liv, or olivia — based on olivia newton john. her mother loved grease when it came out so it felt right. jj often nicknames her olive ‘cos it makes her laugh.

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but yes, sometimes it does just get too much for jj. as soon as you pick up the phone, you hear the wailing of two children in the distance— and before you even greet your boyfriend he’s rambling down the phone at you.

“hey, hi — you picked up, okay so— y’know i really hate to ask this of you i mean really, you’re not a babysitter by any means n’i don’t want you to think i just keep you around for — whatever, the issue is— i’m goin’ insane. both of these kids are screamin’ and i’ve tried everything man i just can’t do it—”

“jj, slow down. do you want me to come over?”

“please? i mean i’m not one to beg but i will literally get on my knees right now dude i can’t do it.”

“okay! i’m coming, just hold tight okay?”

they were both in hysterics when you arrived. there were toys all over the floor, a pair of pants, some food too. you step through the mess and find them, rolling about — screaming the house down whilst jj tries to intervene.

it turns out, billy was the first to get upset— and billy being upset and loud made liv get all overstimulated which caused a whole kerfuffle. you separated them, taking a child each and calmed them before putting them down to have an afternoon nap— knowing jj would need the peace and quiet for a little. once you’ve entered their shared bedroom and checked on them, you tip toe out to find jj sat on the couch amongst the mess with his head in his hands.

“theyre out cold, exhausted themselves i think.” you smile softly, easing yourself down next to jj. he jolts, like he didn’t know you were there and sits up suddenly, trying to be subtle about the way he wipes his eyes and sniffs, huffing out a bashful laugh.

“yeah.” he chuckles, cheeks splotchy and pink. you exhale out your nose, resting your cheek on his shoulder as you rub his back. “sorry it’s just, ah— one of those days or whatever. m’not cut out for this, man.”

“s’okay, jayj. it’s hard raising two kids that aren’t even yours. i think you’re doing good.” you muse and he shakes himself off, not wanting to get too vulnerable as he stands up— surveying the mess.

“yeah, it’s whatever. i should probably clean up around here, looks like a bomb went off at the lego store.” he sniffs, averting his eyes as he twists his body to look around. you stand, moving infront of him and placing both hands on his chest.

“or… i clean up, and you also take a nap.” you grin, tilting your head sweetly in a way you knew would help convince him.

“tempting, buuuuut i can’t let you do that, young lady. this is my very humble abode n’i gotta take care of it. so if i could just—” he goes to move you aside but you dodge him, standing your ground with a grin.

“well, you’re my boyfriend and i gotta take care of you. so now what?” you challenge and he huffs out a chuckle, shaking his head as he whips his hat off his head— slightly vulnerable still.

“i’ll have you know, i’m meant to be taking care of you, girlie.” he pokes your waist and you giggle, trying to force him back on the couch.

“you’re difficult.”

“rude, you’re sexy.”

you bust into quiet laughter, careful not to wake the kids as you finally manage to wrestle him back down on the couch, straddling his lap to make sure he stays down. “hm, i like where this is going.” he wiggles his eyebrows.

“its nap time. go to sleep.” you cover his eyes with your hands and he smirks, his lashes tickling your palms.

“effective method babe.”

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#🤙🏼 anon #jj maybank prompt #olderbrother!jj

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cryptidghostgirl · 3 months

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Hey hey! i have a third angsty silly idea teehee (yes same person who requested the one where wife reader gets teleported to the hotel and the one with the fake dating trope-)

Im at it again with my silly ideas i can’t quite get out of my head- so picture this RIGHT before the begging of the second fic (loved it btw if i could id kiss you on the mouth)

(this interaction is important) Reader is eyeing Alastor to subconsciously make him talk to her, he does of course it goes a bit like “Alastor dear, havent seen you before?” "Just moved in, thought of making some acquaintances” and they talk, reader tells him “a charmer too? should be careful around you not to break my heart” or smth smilar idk i suck at dialogue

And then the partnership happens and theyve been at it for a while (like at least 5 years id say)- until Readers twin brother dies in a planned house fire and she goes out for revenge, before that they have a fight like “youre going to be out numbered” “its suicide” blah blah blah- and eventually reader goes out alone

She does manage to to kill the criminals but because of the cold January weather and the exhaustion of it all- reader gets hypothermia and in the frenzy thats caused by it stumbles and falls into a fence spike of an abandoned farmhouse, gets impaled right below the ribs teehee, Alastor eventually finding her and goes out to bury her properly.

readers death happens in 1925 -8 years before alastor which gibes her enough time to take over half the pentagram with her blizzard/ice powers (cuz i think theyre. cool ;)) and is also important reader has a long tail with fluff (which can turn into a heart shaped fur or have happy/angry twitches) at the end because i think its cute and because her demon form has one so it matches (think the faceless room guardians by anyaboz on IG but fully white- with a void face from which emerges a dog skull at will). the normal form being overall relatively normal aside from the long ears and black limbs that symbolize the hypothermia part of the death (Yes this is an Oc but im making it a bit more generic for everyone :>)

When alastor does die in 1933 (when he got shot visiting readers grave) he hears of this blizzard overlord and goes a bit into her territory and into a bar where he sees a somewhat familiar person teehee and they have the same first conversation over again but in hell :D and then get reunited but possibly pull out their signature weapons on each other again for old times sake 😇

also i love you so much for taking the time to write my dreams it does mean quite a lot to me and if you want i can give more ideas because i have a lot more- 😇 (im tottaly not insane and or delusional i swear-)

A/N of course?? I’m obsessed with your requests. they’re always so fun. Also as a heads up, I decided not to do this as a part to for cover up because I got an earlier request asking to do a part two for that and I try to address requests in the order I receive them. I also made some other minor changes just to make it work a little smoother. Also, please keep sending in requests, yours are always so fun.

Frostbite (Alastor X Reader)

Pairing: Alastor x Reader

Warnings: Murder, death, gore, arson, a little bit of angst.

Word Count: 3,949

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Alastor sat at the bar of Mimzy's club drinking like he did every friday night. Normally the whirling dancers and loud music merely served to give him a headache, normally he ignored them and all the fans who somehow recognized him from the radio. Tonight was far from normal, tonight there was someone new.

Spinning on the dance floor, the fringe of her blood red dress spinning out from her legs. The woman was all smiles, all laughter, and she seemed never to turn down a partner. He watched her, entranced.

The woman wasn't a talented dancer, far from it in fact, but what she lacked in skill she made up for in enthusiasm and enjoyment. He had no intentions of doing anything other than watching her enchanting display until he made eye contact with her across the club. She blushed, turning away and quickly engaging a friend in conversation.

It was all the encouragement Alastor needed. In the dim light of the speakeasy, Alastor smiled to himself. He downed the rest of his drink and got to his feet. The crowed of dancers parted to make way for him like the red sea, waves of whispers following his path. He could hear the chatter, knew the rumors that he was a man uninterested in women, uninterested in love or romantic involvements of any type He knew that that was what everyone was speaking of as he approached the first new face the tired old place had seen in ages.

Coming to a stop behind the woman, her friend saw him first. It made sense, her back was turned to him after all, a result of her embarrassment at having been caught staring. He friend tapped her shoulder, indicating for the woman to turn around, and she spun. Alastor could feel the hem of her dress as it brushed against his leg through the fabric of his pants. His smile grew.

"Haven't seen you around here before Darling," he hummed, "new in town?"

"Just moved in, actually." the woman bashfully replied, clasping her hands behind her back and crossing one foot in front of the other.

The position it threw her body into sent Alastor's mind reeling. He hadn't expected that. Sure, she was pretty and different, new, but Alastor didn't feel things like that. At least, not normally.

"Well, I'd love to give you a tour sometime. The name is Alastor, Alastor Hartifelt."

This was the test: his name. How would she react? Was she just another one of his simpering fans, begging for his favor, for his attention, or would she do something interesting?

He held out a hand which she daintily rested her own in, a smile spreading across her face.

"Y/n L/n. I'm free tomorrow morning?"

Alastor was lucky, Saturday mornings were one of the few he had free. Gently, he leaned down and planted a soft kiss on the back of her hand. Y/n felt her heart flutter inside her chest.

"Ah, a charmer." she hummed as Alastor raised his head again and she took her hand from his, "I'll have to be careful around you."

Everything had snowballed from there. The tour around the city had spiraled into dinner which had further fallen into an attempt by Alastor to take her life. He had been curious, how it would feel when the life drained from her body at the force of his hands. Instead, she had met his advances by holding her own knife to his throat.

It became a game of sorts for the two, always trying to outwit one another, one up each other, land the other six feet under. The game ended when Alastor was chasing Y/n through the woods and she had stumbled, falling to the ground. He had grinned maniacally as he had advanced on her, as she had scrambled on the ground away from him. Knife raised, her back against a tree, she had breathlessly asked him out on a date. How could he say no? Especially when he looked up and saw that she had planned this all along. There was no other way their initials could be carved into the surface of the very thing that had stopped her escape. It was perfect, she was perfect.

Five years of bliss. Five years of feathery kisses and passion. Five years of waking up to her smiling face, of washing the blood off each other's hands, of nearly wedded bliss. Then there had been the fire.

Y/n had a twin brother, a brute of a thing who always seemed to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Despite his flaws, Y/n loved him. This time, on a January morning in 1925, he had pissed off the wrong person and gotten himself killed. Y/n was inconsolable, spent every waking moment tracking the killer. It didn't take her long to get a lead.

She was halfway out the door when Alastor found her, shoving knives into her pockets and grabbing a gun. There was a wild, unfocused look in her eyes. Alastor turned his gaze momentarily to the setting sun as it sent rays of liquid golden light bouncing off the snow.

"Darling, what are you doing?"

"Going out." she gruffly replied, adjusting the laces on one of her shoes.

Alastor sighed. Y/n had mentioned to him just the day before that she had an idea of who was behind the murder and it wasn't pretty. The most controversial and strongest gang in the city had, according to her research, wielded the flames. Alastor took a step forward, placing a hand on Y/n's shoulder and she turned to him. Her eyes were hard and narrow, her face contorted by rage.

"Y/n, please." Alastor began, treading carefully, "Not tonight. It's awful out, and you just confirmed everything today."

"No." Y/n shook her head, "No, I can't wait to do this any longer, Al. It has already been nearly a month, I can't..."

She looked away, raising a fist to her heart, her shoulders hunching slightly.

"I can't."

"And I can't loose you." Alastor quickly replied, using his free hand to turn her face back to his.

"So come with me."

He hesitated. Y/n saw the look on his face, the doubt. She shook herself from his grip, turning back to the door.

"Alright. I'll go alone."

"Y/n," Alastor pleaded, taking another step towards her as she grabbed her coat off the hook on the wall, "it is too dangerous. I can't let you do this."

"Let me do this?" Y/n spun around, her coat in her hand and flames licking at the corners of her voice, "You can't let me do this?"

Alastor took a breath, trying desperately to keep his own anger at bay.

"There are too many of them." he tried to reason with her, "You can't do it on your own."

"So come with me!"

"I..."

Y/n scoffed, sliding her jacket onto her arms. Turning back to the door once again, she unlocked it. Her hand rested on the knob, she took a breath. Their eyes met over her shoulder.

"I'll be home later."

She swung the door open and stepped out into the night. Alastor trailed after her, the snow sinking into his socks. It was cold, a terrible night.

"Y/n, you'll die!"

"Do you truly have that little faith in me!?" she spun around, her rage radiating off of her, devouring everything in sight.

Alastor had never seen her like this before. He halted in his tracks.

"Please, I can't..." he took a deep breath, emotions had always been a struggle, "I can't loose you too."

"But I'm supposed to loose my brother and know who did it and do nothing?!" she screamed back at him.

"You will die!"

Y/n turned her back on him once again. She unlatched the gate to the garden and slipped through it, letting it fall shut behind her.

"So be it."

"Y/n!"

Alastor tried to run after her but, it was simply too cold. His limbs were numb, he stumbled.

"Y/n!" he yelled again but, she didn't turn around.

He could see her, in that red dress. She looked like she did the first time he had ever met her as she disappeared into the night. He knew it was his mind playing tricks on him, it felt like an omen.

Alastor stood in the cold for a few minutes longer before resigning himself to the truth of it all: Y/n was going to do what she was going to do. He just had to hope she would come back, that the damage he had done in refusing to back her up like that wouldn't be enough to have driven her away. That she was strong enough to make it out alive.

The fireplace crackled invitingly. No matter how warm and cheerful it made the room, Alastor couldn't stop the dread. He sat down on the couch before it, painfully aware of the empty spot beside him. He tried to read.

The hours ticked by, seconds dragging on for eternity. Still, Y/n was not yet home. Alastor couldn't focus on anything. He couldn't 't read, couldn't sleep, could barely sit still. He paced circles around the room as the sun rose, he called in sick to work, intent on being there should she return.

When it reached four pm, when it had been nearly twenty full hours since she had left, he decided to go out and look for her. Y/n had always been messy, always bad at putting things away. While normally it had irritated him to no end, he now found himself grateful. He swore to whatever gods were listening that if she was alright, he would never bother her about it again because right there on top of her desk were all her plans, including the exact location of the gang's hideout, the exact place she had disappeared to.

The sight that met Alastor when he reached the old warehouse on the outskirts of the city was one he would never forget. Blood stained the snow red and there were bodies everywhere, both outside and within. It was clearly, Y/n's handiwork and he couldn't help but feel a tad impressed, he had underestimated her yet again. His slight smile, a result of the realization, fell as he spotted the footprints leading out of the backdoor.

He had tracked Y/n enough times to know they were hers, they couldn't be anyone else's. A trail of blood accompanied them, one foot dragging more than the other. Alastor tried to keep his head clear, his mind cool. He gave chase.

The back yard to the warehouse was large, gave the impression of going right off into the woods. Alastor soon realized that was not the case as the rusted, wrought iron fence came in to view. Y/n wouldn't have been able to see it. Judging by the way the tracks were iced over, it had been a long time since she had walked this path. In the dead of night, surrounded by trees, the fence would have come as a surprise.

As he got closer, the lump that he had assumed was a fallen branch came into more detail. Alastor's heart stopped, he rushed to her.

If only he hadn't waited, if only the minute he had felt she'd been gone too long he had gone after her. He might have been able to save her, to stop her from this cruel fate.

What had happened was obvious. The fence was iced over, slippery to the touch. Y/n had evidently tried to climb over it and lost her grip, the force of her fall being enough to ram the sharpened edge of one of the fence's defensive points right through her temple. Wrong place, wrong time.

Alastor had never cried like that before, as he sat in the snow at her feet, her body stiff from the cold. Not even when his mother had died could he ever remember feeling such a grief. It ate away at him, pooling in the center of his chest and spreading out. She had been so integral to who he was, so much a part of his life and way of being. She had been his dream, his end goal. Alastor remembered the ring, sitting heavy in the drawer of his night table. His tears redoubled.

By the time he managed to calm himself, the early winter sun had long since sunk to its bed and been replaced by the moon. Moving completely on autopilot, not considering his actions, Alastor wrenched her body from the fence. Y/n deserved a proper burial, in a place that mattered. He made her final resting place at the base of the very same tree she had told him she loved him while sitting at. His fingers traced their carved initials, grown hard with the years. There was nothing to be done.

The guilt ate away at him, festered over the years. If only he had stopped her, had gone with her, had come to her rescue. If only he had told her that he loved her one last time.

When Y/n awoke in Hell, to say she was surprised would be an understatement. She had never been one to believe in the afterlife in any sort of way, let alone such a wonderful one with so many opportunities for mayhem.

The thing that had been the toughest to get used to was her new form. All the demons in Hell got them upon arrival and when she caught that first glimpse of herself in the glass of a shop window, she understood why everyone on the streets seemed to be eyeing her fearfully.

She looked like she was rotting, her fingertips and toes black from the cold she had lost herself in. It trailed up her limbs, mingling with her own natural skin color. Her hair, her eye lashes, her eyebrows even, looked perpetually frosted with snow, little particles of ice hanging delicately in them. Then there were the horns and the tail, those were by far the strangest. The horns were pure white and curving like a mountain goats, the tail was thin with a little heart shaped ball of fluff at the end. It wasn't until another demon attempted to attack her that she realized the full extent of the changes that had taken place.

Y/n had just tried to punch the man, that was all. He had made advances, she had said no. He had tried again and she had told him she was married. It wasn't entirely a lie, they had been planning on it after all. Still, the man refused to listen and so, she had resorted to brute strength. When she had pulled her fist away, it was to find the man encased in ice. That was when the anger had set in.

Y/n didn't blame Alastor, not really. She was mad at him but, in the end, he had been right. She had died. It was all so brutally unfair. The way they had left things, that final fight, weighed on her soul. She wondered if he even knew she was dead, if he just assumed she had up and left him. The guilt, the what if's of it all, were crushing.

The stronger Y/n's emotions, the more uncontrollable her power. She still attacked people for fun but, taking over half of Pentagram City with her storms had honestly been an accident. In retrospect, she would call it a happy one.

Y/n liked being respected, being feared. She liked the near worship with which the smaller, weaker demons began to treat her. She settled into her new life with surprising ease and soon, every demon and hellborn in the place knew her name: Frost.

Y/n would've liked something different, preferred something cooler but, when the people give someone a name, its hard to change it and so, she embraced the title. Stone cold, cruel, powerful and appearing at what others perceived as totally inopportune moments. She locked herself, her heart, away. She swore never to make the same mistakes again.

Alastor visited Y/n's grave at least once every year. Always on the anniversary of her death, sometimes more frequently. That was where he too had met his death. As he had stooped low to place the bouquet of flowers he had brought on the surface of the hard-packed earth, the hunter had shot him, thinking he was a deer.

His arrival in Hell had been uneventful and not all together shocking. Alastor had been raised in a Christian household and although he never truly had faith in the matter once he had been old enough to form his own opinions, he had still always assumed that if there was life after death he was going to end up in Hell. He also knew that if he had ended up down here, Y/n had too.

The search was all consuming and fruitless. Every demon he interrogated, every one he thought had the slightest spark of his love within them, never had a single clue what he was talking about. Half the city was a snow storm and before long, that half was the only part he hadn't searched. Allegedly it was the territory of some new overlord known only as Frost who had taken Hell by storm - literally - just a few years before. Alastor already had a distaste in his mouth for the overlords, a sort of hatred spawned from something close to envy. He figured that worst case scenario, he could just add this Frost character to the list over overlords he had already taken out in the year since his arrival.

The chill of the air as he stepped over the border was a cruel reminder of the truth of his life. Alastor welcomed the cold with open arms, wondered if Y/n had already been killed since arriving in Hell. He had heard of the exterminations, it wasn't too wild of an idea. The thought gnawed on his mind like a parasite, intent on seeing him dead. Alastor progressed.

The fact that in death he still felt such things as hunger had been a mystery to him. There was something poetic about it, something forlorn in the idea that hunger and touch were the only things that followed a person to their grave. He stepped into the restaurant, his stomach growling, and walked up to the bar.

"Do you have beignets?"

Alastor knew the answer before the barkeep even shook his head. He sighed, falling on to one of the stools.

"Sausage and grits."

"Coming right up."

Alastor tapped his fingers on the counter, watching the world around him. Hope was running thin, anxieties and hurt taking over. He didn't know how much longer he could keep this up, how much more disappointment he could take.

"Haven't seen you around before, Darling," a voice purred from behind him, sending shockwaves of pain through his chest, "new in town?"

He summoned his microphone into his hand, ready to fight. It didn't matter that the demon most likely had no idea the effect of their words, the connections they had to his own past life. All that mattered was that he felt like he was being mocked, the world was parroting his life back to him because Y/n was out of his reach and probably would be forever more. He turned to face the person, a sickening grin spread tight across his face.

The demon had a clearing around her, the crowd avoiding her at all costs and whispering to one another behind the cover of their hands. Her tail flicked back and forth, ice emanating from the place her feet hit the floor.

There was something oddly familiar about her, the cocky smirk, the confidence. Alastor got to his feet. He leered over her and the woman didn't flinch one bit.

"Who's asking?"

A threat. The smile on the smaller demon's face grew, snow beginning to pile up on the floor in the corners of the room.

"You know, it's really far too cruel of you to go around with a voice like that." she hummed thoughtfully, a finger to her chin, "Gets a girl's hopes up just to shatter 'em on the floor."

Alastor could feel it now, the cold nipping at his extremities. Wind picked up in the indoor space and demons began rushing out through the door as quickly as they could. Alastor stood his ground.

"Ah, so you're the one responsible for this little snow town?"

"Why yes, I am."

"You're rather cruel yourself, you know." he mused, "Using my own words against me, how did you know? Do you overlords have some way to read a person's mind? Find the center of their desire and turn it to a weapon?"

Only now did the woman's expression change. Her calm facade morphed into confusion as the winds died down.

"What do you mean?"

"'Haven't seen you around here before, Darling, new in town?'" Alastor scoffed.

Y/n's eyes widened with a sudden recognition. It only fueled Alastor's anger as he took a step forward, shadows rising from the ground at his feet.

"I-"

"Just moved in, actually." the demon cut him off, holding a hand out for him to take, palm to the floor.

Alastor looked at her, disgust etched into his features.

"How could you..." he trailed off.

Eyes flicking over her form, Alastor examined the demoness carefully. Sure, she was different. She looked half dead, frost bitten to the extreme but, there was certainly something familar.

"Who are..."

His eyes narrowed with suspicion. Slowly, he took her hand in his. It was icy to the touch, sent shivers down his spine. With a practiced grace, he leaned down and planted a feathery kiss on the back of her hand.

"Ah, a charmer." Y/n smiled as he raised his head to hers again, "I'll have to be careful around you."

"Y/n."

It wasn't a question, he knew the answer. Alastor could feel it in his bones.

"Alastor."

She threw her arms around his neck, pulling him close. Alastor watched her movements in astonishment. Disbelief laid thick on his body, too heavy to allow him to move.

"I'm so sorry." she whispered into his ear, her breath a cold breeze.

"I... why are you sorry?" he asked, pulling her away from him.

Alastor placed his hands on her shoulders, brushing off a bit of snow that had landed there with utmost care.

"I'm the one who's sorry. I should have come with you, I shouldn't have said the things I said, I sh-"

"I love you."

She couldn't hold the words in anymore. Icicles of tears tinkled like glass as they fell from her cheeks and landed on the floor.

"I... I love you, Alastor. I can't... I always regretted... I..."

"Me too."

He pulled her back into his arms, this time holding her body tightly to his. The cold burned but he didn't care. The whistling of the wind outside seemed to quiet.

"I love you so much, Y/n. I am so sorry."

"I'm so sorry."

Y/n pulled back, cupping Alastor's face in her hands.

"Never again."

"Never what, my love."

"Never again will I be parted from you."

"I thought I'd never see you again." Alastor admitted, "I was beginning to lose hope."

"Me too, me too."

"Never again."

----

Next Part -> Day Lilies (Alastor x Blizzard demon!Reader x Angel!OC)

A/N I am such a little slut for a good reunion scene.

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hihellomy · 1 year

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How some characters would go about courting Paimons mama

VENTI:

-you would pick up on your daughter calling Barbatos,The god of freedom,the anemo archon,"tone deaf bard",made you hold in a laugh not be disrespectfull

-Venti will think that you agree with him being tone deaf and feel sadness wash over him,do you not like his songs? He'll be better at them he promises!

-god your daughter knew that she would get away with it,not just cause shes a child,but cause shes your child

-you reassure him dont worry and his happy

-but man dudes is love starved

-he clungs onto you like a new born (if you allow him to even be near you)

-Paimon isnt too thrilled about him acting like hes your kid,she is,you came down here to reunite with her

-Paimon wouldnt mind a second parent,that means more love,and you'll be happier (you did tell you wouldnt leave her again)

-but Venti? Yeah no,mans has to prove himself one way or another

-he will sing Paimon and you so many songs

-spoil you with everything he can (he admitted being Barbatos to be able to have VIP acess to you like all the other archons and important people)

-Paimon and him share a playfull tone and would absolutely mess with others,so this might actually work

-what do you say your grace? Venti is already worshiping you like never before

ZHONGLI:

-1# follower comin' throught

-hes so polite and devoted,being your slave would be such an honor to him,but being your husband? Your daughters father?

-he doesnt care who he has to go through

-Paimon doesnt know if she wants a dad whos so bad with the literal thing he made from his hands

-Zhongli will serve you and praise you theres no tomorow,Paimon aswell

-hes telling her the best tales he knows,spending way too much on food and toys (thats more like a point for childe but-)

-his shield is on him 24/7 with either of you with him in the wild

-but like you have power over all the elements and slay so like dont know why he does this but oh well

-he is and always will be your most devoted your grace, isnt that worth something?

CHILDE:

-spoils you and Paimon

-Zhongli isnt getting that much money from him cause now hes competiton

-Paimon and Teucer deffinetly are having playdates to get to know eachother and have fun

-they might end up being family if Childe succeds after all

-Paimon didnt like the idea of you marrying a fatui harbinger,so childe is on thin ice

-but Paimon is only so young,she could be convinced easily

-he is such a family man,hes perfect to be her father and your lover

-hes killed so many in your name,and he will leave the fatui if you wish,just consider it

TRAVELER:

-this is probably the easiest and we all know why

-they were with your daughter for so long,no one knows them like you both do,its only natural

-Paimon will however go "oh come on! Not you too! Why is everyone so intrested in Paimons mom!?"

-after all you both have control over all the elements in a way,so theyre perfect

-you took them as a vessel for a reason,right?

-but abyss twin?

-alot of drama

-Paimon is gonna tell them that if they even wish to be near you,theyd have to reconcile and apologize to the traveler!

-"say less" Paimon isnt even able to finish her sentence

-but yeah things will be difficult but oh well

#genshin impact sagau #genshin impact #sagau #genshin sagau #yandere genshin x reader #genshin impact childe #genshin impact venti #genshin impact zhongli #genshin impact traveler #abyss twin #sagau childe #sagau zhongli #sagau venti #sagau traveler #genshin impact paimon #paimon #sagau paimon

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wickjump · 3 days

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dreamtale twins but theyre opposites in LITERALLY everything ever

that’s just canon dreamtale twins to me,,,, they got an opposite scheme going on with everything but they,,they used to get along so well :(

dream likes sour and bitter foods, nightmare likes sweets. dream is a morning person, nightmare is a night owl. dream enjoys lots of sensory input, nightmare avoids it. dream likes cats (nightmare was/is scared of them), nightmare likes owls (dream is scared of them). dream loves the spring, nightmare prefers the winter. dream likes gold, nightmare likes silver. dream is dyslexic and nightmare is hyperlexic. dream talks a lot and nightmare is quiet and more reserved. dream can’t catch a hint or read a room while nightmare is observant.

but they were besties :(((( n they took their differences in stride and didn’t let anything drive them apart until the smelly evil no-named villagers decided beating up a toddler was a cool idea….. they’d still be super close if the apple incident didn’t happen btw… or in truce aus where things r happy and nice… i need to see them being close best friends more often cause i miss that,,,they deserve to be close again :(

#dream sans #nightmare sans #utmv #undertale #dreamtale twins

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cambion-companion · 2 years

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hii could you write abotu aemond and the reader being togehter and one night while theyre having sex, they almost get caught and the reader stars freaking out (cause theyre not married) and he calms her down

Hi guys, yes, I am merging these two to flesh out the oneshot a lil bit. I had one more request of Aemond seeing you with Helaena's kiddos but couldn't find it.

Word count: 1300

Aemond x f!reader | light smut | minors don't interact | baby-hungry Aemond hehe

“Jaehaera, come put the roof on the tower.” You coaxed the little toddler back over to where you were building a toy castle on the floor.

Jaehaera and her brother, Jaehaerys, were only three years old, the twins both had the trademark white hair and violet eyes of the Targaryen family. You served as handmaiden to their mother, Helaena, and often found yourself entertaining the small children.

You laughed fondly as Jaehaera toddled back over to you, collapsing into your lap and reaching for the wooden roof you still held. You gave it to her, and she immediately raised it to her open mouth.

“It goes right here, honey.” You guided her attention gently back to the fixture you had made together, placing the roof upon its rightful place, thus finishing your work.

“Dragon time!” Jaehaerys shouted, taking the small dragon sculpture in hand and flying it toward the castle.

“Oh no!” Jaehaera hid her face behind her tiny hands, peeking through fingers as her brother demolished the structure you’d just set up.

Jaehaerys mimed the dragon munching on citizens and breathing fire, and, after a moment’s hesitation, Jaehaera joined in, the two of them giggling madly. You leaned your weight back on your hands, chuckling softly and shaking your head at the typical behavior. “You will both grow to be fine dragon riders one day. Perhaps we will work on your lenience with the common-folk next.”

Soft laughter from the doorway alerted you to Aemond’s presence, how long he had been leaning against the doorframe you couldn’t guess but he was looking fondly at the scene before him. “If you think Targaryens are merciful, you haven’t been paying attention, Y/N.”

“Hi uncle Aemond!” The twins hardly looked up, still too caught up in their playtime to pay him much attention.

“Your father is a peaceful king, and a Targaryen.” You retorted, noticing Aemond’s hands flex slightly at the mention of Viserys.

He bit his retort back, however, watching as you urged the children to begin helping clean up the mess they’d made. You stood, smoothing your skirts, and Jaehaera latched herself to your leg knowing it was time for you to depart. “I want you to stay.” She whined, burying her small face into the fabric of your dress. Jaehaerys, in his turn, reached up on tip toes to tug at your hand. “You can play with the dragon this time if you stay.”

“I’m sorry little ones, it’s time for me to go now. I’ll be back before bedtime.” You extricated yourself from their grasp with the help of the nursemaid, who’d just entered the chamber to relieve you for a while.

You kissed each child on the top of their head, untying the apron you’d been wearing and leaving it folded upon the sofa. Aemond still waited by the door, and you approached him curiously. “Can I help with something, my prince?”

In response he smiled, turning to offer you his arm, which you took. The two of you walked outside and down the empty corridor. “How were they today?” Dropping pretense of formality, Aemond placed a quick kiss to your temple, moving to clasp your hand in his.

“Better, they’re opening up to me more now.” You squeezed your fingers around his. “It took Jaehaera a little longer to trust me, they’re very shy children.”

“They adore you.” Aemond opened the door to his chambers, leading you into the room and shutting it behind you.

He pulled you into an abrupt kiss, his lips molding against your own, surprising you with the sudden intensity. “Seeing you with them…” He trailed off, dragging his long fingers down the sides of your neck, kissing you again.

Aemond backed you up until your legs hit the bed, moving to press himself against you as you collapsed onto the mattress.

“Aemond…” You breathed into his mouth, feeling his tongue tracing your bottom lip.

He pulled away just enough to look into your face, his violet eye burning with lust. His long hair tickled your chest as you gazed at him, caged in by his arms.

“I want you to bear my children, Y/N.”

“Then you need to become by husband, Aemond.”

“I fully intend to.” He nuzzled against you, sucking bruises onto your neck.

You arched into him, carding your fingers through his silken hair. “When?”

Aemond raised himself onto his forearms, hovering above you, his mouth curling into a small smile. “As soon as possible. I’d wed you tomorrow given the chance.”

You felt him shift, his hand lifting your skirts and trailing up the inside of your leg. Almost subconsciously, you opened further to his touch. He fisted the fabric of your dress, bunching it around your waist, cool air causing your exposed skin to prickle.

“I am not a man of half-truths and empty promises, Y/N.” Aemond had moved down your body, ghosting his mouth up to the apex of your legs. You shivered in anticipation.

“I intend to have you, as a lover, as a wife, and as a mother to my children.” Aemond hooked a finger on the band of your underclothes, placing a hot kiss to your center, mouthing at the thin fabric that still covered you.

You moved your hips against him, seeking friction, feeling the heat of arousal begin to seep from you.

“Hmm.” Aemond pulled at the fabric of your garment, you raised your knees as he eased it off your body. He took your legs in both hands, spreading you wider for him, looking down upon you, clearly enraptured. “You’re already so wet for me.” His tongue flicked out to wet his lips before lowering his head back to you, licking a warm stripe up your slit. A jolt of electricity shot to your core, you let out a mewling whimper, a hand tangling in his hair, pulling him closer as he suckled at your clit.

A knock on the door sent panic straight to your heart, the two of you jumping apart.

“Aemond, are you in there?” It was the voice of Queen Alicent, causing your blood to run cold as you looked for a place to hide.

“Yes, mother! Just a moment.” You had to give credit to your lover, his voice was as cool and calm as ever, giving away nothing considering he’d just had his head buried between your legs.

He motioned you to hide in the wardrobe by the bed, and you slipped into the darkness gratefully, clutching your discarded undergarment to your heaving bosom.

You heard Aemond open the door, exchanging a few hushed words with his mother. You couldn’t understand much of what was said but heard the name of Aemond’s brother, Daeron, who was currently living in Oldtown.

The door snapped shut once more, silence fell, making you wonder if Aemond had left his chambers with Alicent.

“You can come out now, little mouse.”

He was standing pensively by the oaken table, hand resting upon the polished wood surface. He looked to you as you hopped out of the wardrobe, his lips twitched as he noticed the underwear still in your hand.

“That was far too close, Aemond. It was your mother as well…” You felt rather faint, lowering yourself to sit upon the mattress.

He crossed the room to stand in front of you, taking your hands, rubbing his thumb along your clammy skin. “She wishes to meet with me, to discuss retrieving my younger brother from Oldtown.” He kissed your forehead briefly, gazing down at you with his lilac eye. “I will also tell her of my intentions to wed you.”

Aemond pulled on his overcoat, preparing to leave. “Don’t stray too far, my lady.” He turned back in the doorway. “I’ve not finished with you.”

You squeezed your thighs together, feeling bare beneath your heavy skirts.

He noticed, his pupil dilating at your reaction to his words. “You are not to touch yourself while I am gone. I will be the only one bringing you pleasure tonight.”

You nodded weakly, already feeling a pool of heat reawaken in your belly. “Don’t be too long.”

“Hmm, I shan’t be. I wouldn’t my betrothed left wanting.” Aemond gave you one last smoldering look before exiting the room, closing the heavy door behind him.

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dittolicous · 7 months

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yet another zosan 'accidental child acquisition' fic idea for the ether

the strawhats land on an island that is having a bit of a pick-pocket problem caused by a sneaky young girl and dont think much about it cuz same-old same-old, yknow? its just one kid so how bad could it be?

until she pick-pockets sanjis lighter, thus leading the crew on a wild goose chase, constantly spotting her just to hit dead ends or see her appear somewhere else. a devil-fruit user, they assume. finally after two days of scooby doo-like chase sequences, theyre able to capture the child

only for it to turn out, no, she doesnt have devil fruit powers, she is actually just one half of a pair of twins pretending to be one singular little girl to better enable their thievery! mystery solved, sanji demands for his lighter back....

only for the room to be thrown into chaos when a third little girl causes the roof to cave in on them

because its actually triplets pretending to be one singular girl and the last one is here to rescue her sisters =)))

this leads to a long series of shenanigans, including the girls stowing away on the sunny to get back at the strawhats for blowing their scheme, constantly stealing and hiding sanjis lighter from him, and being general nuisances that eventually leads to playful gags and eventually bonding, with the crew, particularly sanji amd zoro, dreading their eventual departure when they reach the next island

(sanji gives them the nickname of 'eenie, meenie, and moe' after they refuse to tell them their names. unfortunately for him, zoro's nicknames for him quickly enter the girls' vocabulary in turn)

#ditto rambles #zosan #one piece #sanzo #blackleg sanji

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gahyeonszn · 10 months

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Helloo, can you write a lsfm ot5 x reader where the reader is born only 7 days after eunchae? so theyre basically twins lol

catching z's

genre: fluff

warning(s): none

note: didn't know how you wanted this written so i just made it into a fic, hope you like it!!

you and eunchae were the very obvious babies of le sserafim which everyone loved. sakura loved treating you two like her daughters, chaewon loved playing around, yunjin loved teasing until one of you ran to sakura to tell yunjin off, and kazuha loved feeling like an older sister towards you two when one of you needed help with something.

you and eunchae were the closest out of everyone since you were insanely close in age and shared most of the same interests. you were like sisters who didn’t want to spend a second apart from each other which the others found endearing and adorable. there was one day where the other girls had found you and eunchae way cuter than normal though and that was when you two were getting ready for school only to fall asleep in each other's arms because you were both tired.

sakura had walked into you and eunchae’s shared room, waking you both up for school with a shake on the shoulder. you groaned while sitting up, rubbing your eyes while calling out for eunchae. eunchae didn’t stir, turning around so her back was faced towards sakura who shook eunchae’s entire body, waking her up instantly. you got out of bed, walking towards the closet to pull out your uniforms. you handed eunchae her uniform to which she tiredly thanked you, yawning after.

after the two of you got dressed, you both went to the vanity to put on light makeup before going into the kitchen to eat breakfast. eunchae grabbed the face roller to deal with puffiness while you started to apply mascara, scared that you might mess up with how your eyes kept fighting to close. eunchae put the face roller down and scooted over a bit so you could sit down at the vanity with her, leaning her head on your shoulder once you had sat down. you put the lid back on the mascara tube before putting it down and resting your head on top of eunchae. you both yawned in sync, causing you two to giggle before letting both your eyes shut.

what you two didn’t hear was chaewon and yunjin calling your names for breakfast since you two were about to be late. sakura sent kazuha to check on you two since she knew that if she were to check on you two, it would be a whole lot of scolding. kazuha got up from her comfortable spot on the couch without making a fuss, making her way towards you and eunchae’s room, pressing her ear to the door before opening it. silence, not a single sound which was unusual for you two since eunchae was always so full of energy in the mornings that it would spread to you, making you full of energy in the mornings as a result too.

upon opening the door, kazuha melted at the sight, quickly but quietly running over to the older girls to tell them. they all quietly followed kazuha who held out her arms to show the way you two had been sleeping. yunjin was quick to pull out her phone to snap pictures, taking in the moment before sakura woke you two up. chaewon pleaded quietly for sakura not to wake you two up since you were just too cute, but sakura shook her head, crossing her arms.

“they’re going to be late, school is important.” sakura said, walking towards you two, but stopping when she saw you snuggle closer to eunchae. sakura walked out of the room, closing the door quietly behind her, hanging her head low in defeat.

“couldn’t do it, i’ll write an absence note for them to take tomorrow.”

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