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petitprincess1 · 1 year
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[During Coven Day Parade, after face reveal]
Witch Y/N, on a rooftop: *points at Belos* WHAT'S YOUR NAME!?
Belos: What?
Witch Y/N: WHAT IS YOUR NAME!?
Belos: ...Belos?
Witch Y/N: ...FUCK YOU, BELOS!
Belos, offended: ...What's your name!
Witch Y/N: Y/N!
Belos: FUCK YOU, Y/N
Witch Y/N: FUCK YOU!
Belos: FUCK YOU!
Witch Y/N: YOU WANNA KNOW WHAT I DID LAST NIGHT?
Belos: YOU BETTER NOT BRING MY MOTHER INTO THIS!
Witch Y/N: YOU WANNA KNOW WHAT I DID!?
Belos: YOU BETTER NOT!
Witch Y/N, pointing at a wagon: I built that cart over there!
Belos: ...Oh...
Witch Y/N: AND I FUCKED YOUR MOM NEXT TO IT!
Belos: FUCK YOU, Y/N!
Witch Y/N: FUCK YOU!
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wackulart · 1 year
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Can we have a part 2 of the one where the reader goes into the tide pools and meets Belos and it picks up in the future (present) and Belos recognizes the reader. Have a great day, and sleep well tonight!
BET
(im glad people enjoyed it enough for a part 2!)
Part 1
Philip Wittebane/Emperor Belos x Reader Part 2
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He couldn't believe it.
It was you.
The Emperor had stepped back from the hall and rushed towards his office the second you had looked over to him. He didn't care if anyone had noticed his strange behaviour. No one would have been foolish enough to call him out on it regardless.
There was no doubt that you were the one who he had seen all those years ago. He heard you speaking to the scouts and god forbid that he would ever forget those eyes.
The eyes that had nearly made him forget that you were a witch and he, a witch hunter.
Once he had reached his office, he immediately moved to the books he had stored and flipped through any that would have to do with time passing, preserving bodies and maybe even cloning.
After a moment, he paused on a page and was sure he had found the correct one.
Time pools.
Though some memories had become fuzzy overtime, the day he met you was one that had remained clear.
He remembered how you explained to him that you would never be able to see him again, that certainly tracked with time pools being unable to reappear in the same place twice. Even finding one was incredibly rare to the point most didn't believe in their existence.
Yet there you were, a demon he had felt a fondness for that he had never expected to run into ever again, standing in his castle.
You had no clue who he was, how could he ever explain that?
Then again, he didn't have to.
He pulled himself from his thoughts as he realized that he still had the intention to grow closer to you. How could he be thinking that way, even after all these years?
Belos groaned, dragging his gauntlet down his mask in frustration. The feeling of his brother's eyes on the back of his neck certainly did not help.
He was not his brother, he could handle this. Despite the way his heart picked up as his mind wandered back to you.
Blissfully unaware, you had begun to wrap up your job. The packages had been delivered and now you were striking up conversation with one of the scouts as you both waited for a captain to come and sign for everything.
Suddenly the scout grew quiet and stiffened immediately, their hand moving to a salute. You hadn't processed what they were doing, almost worried that you had said something wrong until you clued in on the other scouts doing the same and facing something behind you.
You turned and nearly bumped into the person behind you. Before you could apologize, your face went white and the words died on your lips at the sight of the Emperor. His form towered over you easily, being in front of him would make even the strongest demons feel weak.
Instinctually, you fell into a bow in front of him. "M-my Emperor."
His eyes had looked upon you so gently, he had to fight down the sigh of relief from just being able to speak to you again. Even if it was under drastically different circumstances.
With just the raise of his hand, the scouts had dropped their salutes and you stood up straight. He held out his hand to you and as you looked at it, unsure of what he was asking for you slowly put your hand into his.
Then you heard him laugh and he placed his other hand on top of yours. "No, my dear. I need you to give me the papers to sign."
Your face burned red as you pulled your hand back and turned to find your clipboard. Your mind was racing almost as fast as your heart was after your little mistake. With shaky hands, you handed the clipboard to the Emperor. He took it, his gauntlet touching the tips of your fingers for only a moment.
He seemed to move very slowly, but in a methodical way. Something about everything the Emperor did seemed regal and purposeful, to even be this close to him to notice was like seeing the Titan itself walk again.
You were definitely going to brag to the other vendors about this later.
Your eyes followed the pen as it glided across the page frictionlessly. He handed the clipboard back to you and of course his handwriting was perfect too.
You had half a mind to believe that he was the Titan.
"Thank you, your highness." Once again, you bowed.
Emperor Belos chuckled under his breath and a single golden digit lifted your chin before his hands clasped together. "Please, it was my pleasure."
You couldn't stop the embarrassing squeak at the slight contact, not expecting that sort of behaviour from the Emperor, but how could you? In all fairness, this was the first time you had ever interacted with him personally, maybe he was always like this.
At least that was what you were convincing yourself until he walked away and you turned back to notice all of the scouts whispering to one another. You were embarrassed, confused but also a bit interested. There was no reasonable way to explain that interaction, but maybe it was a one-off, a fluke.
That's what you said in your head as you made your way back to your workshop and continued on with your life.
Barely a week later, you had another order addressed to the castle asking for you specifically.
Perhaps he couldn't be with you, but maybe he could still have fun with you.
It wasn't like he would get attached.
Right?
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xxlemon-chanxx · 8 months
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Hello!
Do you perhaps to have still images of your latest video, pov: you kiss Philip Wittebane and he gets flustered.
It's so cute!!!
Hi! sorry this took so long! I didn't have a reason to go on Tumblr on my computer DX
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owlish-owlhouse · 1 year
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I don’t know if you do headcanons but - what do you think belos would be like if he started developing a crush ? 👀 your last post was so good it had me thinking about this
Thankyou and yes I do headcannons, sorry this took so long it got buried in my drafts :)
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Belos is a manipulative person who's a narcissist that has a god complex disorder. He also has a savior complex making him extra delusional and dangerous, as he's able to justify everything he does to himself as a means to an end. Despite the fact that it's very wrong.
His delusion of speaking to the Titan and misinterpreting it's words (if it does speak to him) make him not only dangerous but leaves him with a large following who are willing to do anything for him as they think it's for the will of the Titan. That being said I don't think he'd be the worst lover even if he had deep flaws. (Flaws that he would hide from you to win your affection and love)
But it also depends on the kind of love Belos is giving you. Is it genuine love or manipulative interest? Does he really love you or are you a toy to him? A tool or a means to an end? Something to amuse his sadistic desires? Turns out your none of those things as he could never bring himself to hurt you. Manipulative yes it's simply in his nature, but feeling genuine affection and love? Also Yes. He's fallen in love and he's fallen hard. This crush will be the death of him as you fill his head as he slowly becomes enamoured.
Oh he recognizes it's the ultimate irony that he fell for a witch after killing his brother for the very same thing. He knows he shouldn't have feelings for you but something deep inside him stirs whenever he's around you or thinks of you. Perhaps you've used your magic to ensnare him or perhaps 400 years of being alone has finally gotten to him and he just wants someone to hold and care for him. He never had time for a partner in the other world and perhaps with the Day of Unity slowly approaching this is a reward for his plans. God sending him someone to save from the hell the rest of their kind will endure, someone he can love. Whatever the reason, he does love you in his own twisted way and will do whatever necessary to keep you safe and feeling the same as him.
Belos doesn't get out much barley ever leaving the castle since he has lackeys to do his work for him. He either met you at a castle ball or some important coven function held at the castle.
Knowing it would be odd if he didn't engage in his party he decides to pick someone at random to ask to dance. Spotting you seemingly all alone he comes over and asks with a polite bow if you'd like to dance with him. Your flustered face made him smile and he often thought back to that first meeting. You seemed hesitant but smiling at your Emperor you took his offered hand and were whisked off to dance much to the surprise of everyone. As you dance he has a casual conversation asking about the party and small talk but than you say something that catches his interest and the conversation turns to other more in depth topics.
Since he talked/danced with you at random he can't get you out of his mind. It becomes very dangerous for you as your fate is now sealed as his.
He loves your intellect. The short talk you had completely captured his attention, he can't remember when that last happened. Yes while your very aesthetically pleasing to look at it's your intellect and wit that win him over in the end and make him curious about you. Anyone can be pretty but not everyone can be intelligent. He could never be with someone dull and after speaking to you about that random topic his brain bounces around what you said not letting him think of anything else. It's fills his thoughts and soon enough no matter what he's doing your all he can think of.
Belos will start obsessing over you in private, learning everything he can about you so he can make a plan to win you over. Your favorite flowers, your favorite color, your hobbies, the school you went too, your magic track/coven, your job, your education level, anything and everything he can find out about you he takes the knowledge in to use for later. He's an old romantic and wants to court you the correct way as well as make you fall in love the old fashioned way. Puritan Catholics were encouraged to marry for love and be wed because God brought them together, he intends to continue this tradition thinking your a gift from God himself for all his hard work. He wants a willing lover that will adore him not someone who will be forced to sit and be obedient by his side.
He constantly finds himself thinking of you while working. Your laugh. Your smile. The short talk you had together. The dance you shared. Your hands looped behind his neck as you danced. His hands on your waist as he glided across the ballroom floor with you. The way you blushed when he offered you to dance and the shocked look you gave him realizing it was the Emperor. You make him a flustered mess and it frustrates him to no end but it also makes him happy to think of you. His heart beating in a way that gives him butterflies. He truly hasn't felt this way in centuries.
He begins to court you once he feels he knows everything he needs to know to win your heart. Flowers are sent to your home along with extravagant gifts and heartfelt letters he wrote. All anonymous at first to gauge your reaction and see what you'd do when given a secret admirer. He starts off small but soon it becomes more intimate, more personal. You seem happy to receive the gifts regardless and when he heard from a coven scout that your searching for the admirer he gets a deep sense of pride.
Deciding it's time Belos sends you a letter this time signed with his seal and invites you to dine at the castle with him. Belos knows exactly what he wants and makes it very clear he would like to court you. When your surprised he just admits your the only witch who's made him feel this way and that the short talk you had was something he kept thinking of. It's flattering to say the least and although a little overwhelming you can't deny your Emperor and allow yourself to be courted.
Belos is a patient man. He has time to win your heart and he intends to win it the correct way. Every move he does to become closer to you is carefully calculated and planned. He enjoys your presence and he wants you to adore him as much as he does you. He will win your heart through softly spoken words, thought out gifts, and gentle actions.
Dates are a private affair always done in the privacy of the castle. He swears it's for saftey reasons and not because he doesn't want people to know your courting. He could care less if people knew you were his, infact he'd prefer it but it's too early in the relationship for anything like that. He had his suspicions the covenheads already knew. And he knows Hunter at least had some suspicions about the mysterious guest Belos kept bringing to the castle.
He's slow but very deliberate with his ministrations. Waiting for the perfect moment to have your firsts together. Your first hand holding, your first date, your first cuddle session, your first time saying I love you to each other, your first time sitting on the throne with him, your first kiss, your first time making out. He spreads them out and makes sure not to rush things. He wants you to know he enjoys you and your company and not just your body. He's more than content to just talk all night and hold you close than doing other activities. As much as he loves your body you both have time and he doesn't want to rush and ruin anything.
Months in when your living in the castle but not in the same room is when Belos thinks it's time. It's been hundreds of years since Philip was banned from every town in the Boiling Isles. Your sitting on his throne with him humming softly as he plays with your hair. Your head is against his chest and he's truly never felt such bliss. In this soft moment he tells you his real name is Philip. That's when he's in trouble. Once you say his name outloud he knows no matter what he will have you as his. You will rule by his side as his beloved in the Isles and become his partner in the human Realm once the Day of Unity approaches.
Oh (Y/N) you had no idea what you did to him...
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glyhpsrfvckincol · 1 year
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Hi! Could you please do an Emperor Belos x reader where the reader and Belos used to be good friends in the human realm and When Belos and Caleb found the Demon Realm Reader tried looking for him but died in the process and somehow ended up in the Demon Realm? Then Belos found them and took them to the castle and helped them and then they kiss lol srry if this is long
History || Emperor Belos
Synopsis - Emperor Belos, who you once loved as Phillip, finds your corpse and restores you.
Warnings - Mentions of death. Old ass Belos. Cannibals. 
A/n - I have a love-hate relationship with this dude.
Requests are opened; headcanons only
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↳ Ahh, young love.
↳ Your families had betrothed you to one another, as he had been born only a month after you.
↳ Either that, or it’s childhood friends to lovers. Cause ✨ Gay ✨
↳ Despite that, you fell for one another by 15.
↳ You know that trope, “She fell first, but he fell harder”? Yeah, that’s you both.
↳ Philip, who you affectionately call ‘Pip’, discovered the demon realm while he, you and Caleb where off sneaking out of the village for a few hours.
↳ The 3 of you were famously known around the village for your reckless adventures. Many of these adventures had worked out in favour though, considering you had caught a few mountain lions heading towards your town and were able to warn the towns folk before any real harm could be done to gravesfield.
↳ You actually moved with them to gravesfield, as what had killed their parents was a mistimed house fire that took your parents as well.
↳ Being only the short age of 19, you decided that instead of messing with fate, you travelled back home, pretending as if you all had all been out picking berries.
↳ Or some bitch lame activity.
↳ But, as fate happens, Caleb came across the portal to the Demon realm again, and y’know what they say, right?
↳ Curiosity killed the cat.
↳ Philip finds out, mainly cause Caleb actually planned his trip by writing it down in his diary.
↳ Caleb had been missing for a few days and both of you were worried.
↳ So Philip actually informed the town that he was travelling into the Demon realm.
↳ You assumed you would be going with him. You were not.
↳ Let’s be honest, there is no way in hell he would let you go with him. He genuinely loves you bro.
↳ So, you begrudgingly stayed. Obviously not without him proposing, in secret as it is the early 1600’s, giving you a pretty ring.<3
↳ So, off he traveled into the demon realm, with the promise of coming back safely with his dear brother.
↳ You never saw him again.
↳ He had promised he would come back to you within weeks. You waited years. The ring he gave you remained on you finger, hoping he’d one day come back to finish the end of his promise.
↳ When you were nearly 30, you gave up waiting for him to come back, and instead searched for a way to get to him.
↳ The portal you had found with the Wittebane brothers had closed long before you had seeked it without them.
↳ So, instead you would search the forest in hopes you would stumble across a gate or door of some description by chance.
↳ That wasn’t where your luck was.
↳ You fell through the earth, which turned into sky and landed on hard, yet simultaneously soft rock.
↳ Though, you still broke a leg when you hit the ground.
↳ Bone poking through the leg.
↳ And unfortunately for you, barbaric witches could smell the blood from your fucked up leg.
↳ They ate you.
↳ They ate and left no crumbs bestie😔✊
↳ They buried what was left of you. Your clothes, bones, hair, 1 eyeball and your ring.
↳ And around 350-ish years later, a random coven scout, managed to find your remains.
↳ He was on a mission with the GG prior to Hunter, who was barely out of training.
↳ He pointed out the pile of bones and dirt covered clothes to him, and the GG recognised them as the love of Belos’ life, the one he had heard a few stories of.
↳ Belos talked about you so often, to all the previous Golden Guards with such details, it was no wonder the GG could recognise you. Belos also had a small painting of you, cause it was the 1600s when you knew each other.
↳ He also saw the similarities between the ring your finger held to Emperor Belos’.
↳ So, he ordered the other coven scouts that had been assigned on the mission to bring your bones back with them to the castle.
↳ During his mission report, he mentioned the pile of bones he had discovered. He also told Belos himself, figuring that if it were you, he’d want to know immediately.
↳ Belos had demanded to know where you had been placed, and sought you out the moment the GG told him.
↳ He too recognises you, noticing how you had been wearing one of your favourite outfits and the ring he had given you.
↳ And so, like he had done with his brother a multitude of times, he was gonna make a Grim Walker of you.
↳ Belos is a psycho, I don’t know what you expected. 🤷
↳ Belos gets to work immediately, and seeing as he has done this process several times before, he finished quickly and then just had to wait.
↳ Eventually you crawled from the dirt, around the age he had left you back in the human realm.
↳ Though all your memories of him or anything, weren’t existent.
↳ So you know the memory thing Luz and Willow did back in season 1? Yeah that, but to himself.
↳ Belos is a psycho but a psycho in love with you.
↳ He talked of all the memories you two had together, how you fell in love and when tragedy struck.
↳ But none of it worked.
↳ So he asked Collector to just restore your memories and fake ones of how you got to the Demon Relam
↳ Belos wanted to be your saviour, to be the one person you remember.
↳ He knew he’d have to be careful with how he treated you, worried that you’d remember how he had abandoned you and become cold to him.
↳ Belos only had these fears due to Caleb’s ghost constant remarks about how shitty Belos was for leaving you alone, filled with hope based on fake, empty promises.
↳ Belos kisses you when he sees a fit opportunity, which is a lot, scared that he’d have to restart the process of getting you to love and remember him again.
↳ Constantly bribes you with lavish gifts and promised riches.
↳ Also, a lot of gaslighting, he’s a tad bit very toxic.
↳ He loves you, he’s just incredibly mentally ill and hella misguided by 1600’ Orthodox Christian’s.
↳ Back when he was Phillip, he loved you in the way he thought he’d go crazy without you. But now, as Belos, you make him insane beyond all reasoning.
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anarchic-angel · 1 year
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I did this instead of my archi plates that's due tomorrow so I rushed it 💀 didn't expect to take so long drawing one crusty mf
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bunnyhuggingflower · 5 months
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Comfort TOH Headcanons /2/
Belos taking care of s/o with sleeping problems:
I reckon he himself has insomnia so the only reason why he even bothers with sleep is for you as he doesn't want you to end up overwhelmed and exhausted in the morning.
He wouldn't even question you when he sees you awake late into the night, minding your own business. He'll just come over, pick you up and carry you off to his room.
"It is time for bed. You need your rest."
At first he would try to persuade you into agreeing to try and get some sleep but if that doesn't work he might try some subtle manipulation. You know, for good purposes. He simply wants to keep you healthy, you know he has your best interest at heart.
Weather you fall for it or no, you're not leaving this room till you at least rest your eyes. While he's awfully gentle with you unlike with everyone else, he can still be strict.
On the other hand that's not to say he won't spoil you, he'll do his best to have you comfortable and safe as to naturally put you into a state of relaxation. If you need anything, all you need to do is ask and he'll give it to you..on the condition you go to bed, of course.
The ending of this predicament could go two ways, one you finally fall asleep and he looks after you the whole night.
Or two, you both end up staying awake and he chooses to instead have a conversation with you so at least you feel at ease throughout the night.
Either way it's bliss for him to have you in his company. Even if he would leave that part hidden from you... for the time being.
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avtvmnalvibes · 1 year
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Fallin’ For Ya
A/N: Hi y’all!! This is my first fic I’m posting to tumblr. I have my AO3 account in my bio, and you can find all my previous fics + this one posted there. Shoutout to @dopp-likes-yanderes because one of the asks on their blog inspired this fic this past May, and it’s been sitting half finished in my google docs account from now until today. Thank you for giving me your blessing to post this!! Also note that I’m on mobile so if anything is formatted really weird that’s the culprit. Happy Valentine’s Day everybody!!
CW: female!reader, biblical references, Philip being a Puritan
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Philip Wittebane was seething.
His day had started out as it normally did these days. Go to the market, limp about, look pathetic in hopes of finding some abominable creature to trick into being his sacrifice. It had taken a turn for the worse however when the brother’s of that disappointment Blue Fang had shown up and demanded both payment and information, taking his journal and taunting him. He kept up the act, inwardly calculating whether they could be reasoned with or tricked, or whether or not he could kill them without repercussions, when he had been saved by a foolhardy young witch who was oddly eager to accompany him. Her knowledge of the Collector made her easier prey then he ever could have hoped for, and he had decided that things were finally coming up Wittebane, when suddenly.
“…and this is my Aunt uh….Dirtrude and uh-“
“(Y/N) will do just fine, Luzura.”
He felt something creep up his spine, both pleasant and unpleasant, turned his gaze slightly to the side, and felt his mouth fall open.
Caleb was laughing from beyond the grave, he knew it. In fact, if he didn’t know any better, he would say that Caleb had orchestrated this, some supernatural, eternal, annoying older brother ability to push him to his limits. Because there, in front of him, stood the most gorgeous creature he had ever seen in his life. Pure temptation, the likes of which he had only heard in sermons and in his brother’s voice when he talked about her.
Hence the seething.
He listened to ‘Luzura’ chatter on about something about crabs, or toe-gres, or something else of little consequence compared to the emotions he was trying to keep at bay. He was NOT like Caleb. Caleb had been weak, he had succumbed to temptation, fornication, and witchcraft. Philip was a good, God-fearing man, who would take a HUMAN wife, thank-you-very-much and be fruitful with HER.
His internal rant was broken up by a shriek, and he came to as someone crashed into his back. Hands clutched onto his chest and back, perfume filling the air, and he pushed down the sharp, breath-catching arousal that came with the feeling. He turned around sharply, gripping her waist with aggression, hard enough to bruise, and was stopped short before he could react in any way shape or form.
Her kerchief, the one that had been tied round her head, had slipped in her fall, and had revealed her ears.
Her round ears.
He finally allowed the attraction that he had been fighting back to flood his body, and he felt his blood coursing through his veins, warming him and turning his brain foggy as he stared at the woman, the human woman in front of him. The very sensations he had been attempting to drown out just seconds ago were allowed back. The feel of her body, warm beneath his, the scent of her. He had never been so aroused in his entire life, and all he could do was internally crow to his brother, to beyond the grave.
“See? I can only be tempted by a human woman! You who so quickly gave into a mistress of Satan, a follower of the Devil, but not me!”
His focus was returned by the sound of her voice, her face so close to his that he could feel her breath across his face and neck.
“Oh, Mr. Wittebane, are you alright? I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to grab you like that, I-“
“Don’t trouble yourself for one second Miss (Y/N), I assure you, I am not in the least bit angry.”
She seemed taken aback at this, and tilted her head to the side.
“….You’re not?”
He grinned, giddier than he ever had as a boy, and wound his arms tighter around her waist, pulling her close to him and delighting in the way her face flushed and breath quickened.
“On the contrary! My dear Miss (Y/N), I have but one question; why didn’t you tell me that you too were human?”
She paled, one hand darting up to cover her ear, and he found that he quite preferred her flustered to frightened.
“I’m terribly sorry for deceiving you Mr. Wittebane but, well…you know better than anyone how hard it can be for a human on the Boiling Isles. Besides, we didn’t know whether you would take kindly to another human…so we elected that it was best to hide it.”
We…we? Oh! Right. He’d been so enraptured that he’d forgotten that they had company. He looked over to their other traveling companions and found that they had reassured themselves of her well-being when he had caught her and had begun to amble ahead, moving slowly so as not to leave them behind.
“I understand Miss (Y/N). You’re quite right of course; I know the trials a human on the Boiling Isles faces all too well. I must confess to being a tad offended that you could think me hostile towards other humans, however the logical side of me understands your caution and finds it prudent.”
She turned her face up to him, her chin resting on his chest as she faced him fully, and he felt something within his chest clench. Dear God…
“Your forgiveness is deeply appreciated Mr. Wittebane.”
“Philip. Please.”
He spoke before he could stop himself, words spilling over his lips, which he clamped shut before any more of the contents of his heart and mind could be revealed.
He saw a flush rise up her cheeks, and felt one of his own creep up to match, heart pounding desperately in his chest she had to have felt it given her proximity.
“Alright Mr.- Philip. Then you must call me (Y/N). No ‘Miss’ in front of it. Just (Y/N).”
He grabbed her hand and raised it to his lips, pressing a kiss to her knuckles and lingering, savoring the moment as if it was the last meal he would ever receive.
“(Y/N)….it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”
She exhaled shakily, eyes wide and lips parted, and Philip Wittebane swore he’d never seen a more beautiful sight. Like Adam before Eve, he had never felt such an assured sense of belonging to someone in his whole life.
“Hey, are you guys alright back there? You’ve been standing still for like, 10 minutes.”
He turned his head to look behind him, and saw Luzura staring at them with an expression of concern on her face, Dirtrude next to her still scribbling away in her little notebook and muttering something about ‘Deadwardian Balustrades’.
“We’re just fine Luz,”
(Y/N) called out, and he took a great deal of satisfaction in the breathiness of her voice.
That satisfaction was quickly replaced by disappointment and annoyance as she left his hold and his arms, though he was reassured slightly by her catching his arm as she walked past, holding onto the sleeve of his coat as they walked side by side.
“So…Philip. How much longer until we get to where we’re headed?”
Luzura’s voice piped up. For a moment Philip prepared to create the transportation circle of glyphs, body several steps ahead of him, when suddenly, he did what he was best at; he thought. And in this brief moment of thought, his mind stalling his body before he could move to scratch a single glyph into the dirt beneath his feet, he came up with a plan. It was a little rushed admittedly, and less a full fledged plan as much as it was a little subterfuge that he would use to shape the rest of the events that followed into the result he desired, but still. When the result would be marrying the woman he was increasingly sure was the yoke mate that William Whately had described in his sermon The Bride Bush, how could he resist enacting it?
“Oh dear! The time we spent lingering back there has cost us. I’m afraid we won’t make it before nightfall.”
Everyone’s faces morphed into varying degrees of horror and dismay.
“But it’s not safe to travel during the night! And we’re too far from Bonesborrough to head back now!”
Dirtrude’s voice was shrill with panic, eyes darting around as if she could see imaginary creatures swooping in and carrying them off as they attempted to travel safely. Perfect.
“Thankfully, I’ve explored these stretches of woods many times before. I know a safe place to spend the night nearby. I often find I’d rather risk the cruelty of nature as opposed to that of the townspeople.”
The whole party looked at him in pity, and he felt a thrill as (Y/N) laid her other hand on his shoulder, drawing his attention to her as she gazed up at him.
“How far away is this place?”
“Not far. A little ways behind us, but not enough that we shan’t reach it before the sun sets, and not so out of the way that it will inconvenience us when we get our start tomorrow.”
(Y/N) looked around at her companions, conferring silently with them until she nodded and turned her attention back to him.
“Lead the way then Philip.”
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Philip wrote in his journal, his work illuminated by the fire they had set for warmth. His description of (Y/N) was coming along nicely, her temperament and mannerisms unfolding easily beneath his pen.
He looked over to his side, and saw her face illuminated by the fire, resting and peaceful.
“Soon neither of us shall have to worry about any danger the Boiling Isles have to offer.”
He muttered, as he began a few detailed sketches of her. Her as she lay beside him now, her blushing as she looked up at him, her face broken out into a smile.
“Bone of my bones and flesh of my flesh.”
Never before had the meaning of the Word of God seemed so clear to him. William Whately’s words rang through his head once again, his teachings on the virtues necessary for marriage striking a chord beyond the academic and theological interest he had once observed the sermon with.
“We’ll find our way home (Y/N), don’t fret. Once I’ve rid this world of evil, I’ll be able to take you home to Gravesfield and marry you.”
He blew gently on the ink to dry it, observing her likeness fondly as he turned to gaze upon the real thing. He leaned over and pressed a kiss to her forehead.
“Sweet dreams my love.”
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sleepingdeath-light · 2 years
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Of the owl house cast, who do you think would and wouldn't tolerate a polyamorous partner?
Having a Polyamorous Partner | The Owl House Cast
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thanks for the question anon!
i laid out my thoughts below - this list includes all of the characters i write for as organised alphabetically
note : these are only my headcanons so feel free to interpret otherwise or let me know your thoughts on the topic - i’d love to hear them!
[i’m also polyamorous so please don’t take this as an attack on poly people - this is just what vibe i get from each character]
Adrian Graye Vernworth
would be neutral ; would be alright with casual non-monogamy on your part and his, but probably wouldn’t be the happiest about having any metamours or thirds in your relationship - but could be convinced.
Alador Blight
would be fine with a polyamorous partner ; i feel like alador is probably monogamous but would be fine with you having other relationships - just don’t expect to have a shared third with him, he’s committed to you not someone else.
Amity Blight
would be fine with a polyamorous partner ; this would probably be a case of you being part of a triad with her and luz, so expect to have her as a metamour at least - she’d probably be okay with you branching out beyond that but prefers a closed poly relationship over anything else.
Boscha
wouldn’t be okay with having an open relationship ; is probably fine with a closed unit and having a metamour or two (though she probably wouldn’t play nice with them), but prefers monogamy for the most part - would only consider a poly dynamic if she really liked you.
Collector
would be perfectly fine with a polyamorous partner ; doesn’t expect you to be 100% romantically committed to them and doesn’t mind having any metamours so long as they can get along (and play with them) - just let them know what you want and they’ll accommodate you.
Darius Deamonne
neutral on the topic ; darius seems like someone who would be comfortable in a monogamous or polyamorous dynamic, so having a poly partner wouldn’t be much of an issue for him so long as everyone cleans up after themselves that is - 50/50 whether he’d have any other partners, though.
Edalyn Clawthorne
would tolerate a polyamorous relationship ; you’d probably end up being metamours with raine anyway if you’re with eda as they’re kind of a package deal, so she’d be more than up for dating a poly person.
Edric Blight
would be fine with a polyamorous partner ; it would take an adjustment period for him to get used to the dynamic, but ed would definitely branch out himself and have other relationships and casual flings of his own volition - may not reach out to his metamours, it depends on whether they’d ever actually meet in person.
Emira Blight
would accept a polyamorous partner ; em may very well have a slight polyamorous-lean to her and would comfortably settle into a closed triad dynamic, but would also accept a complete open relationship if that was what you wanted (though would probably only have one serious relationship outside of yours) - would probably make an effort with metamours to make things easier for you.
Hunter
confused but mostly supportive ; hunter grew up completely isolated from relationship things, so he probably wouldn’t give polyamory much thought until it was actively brought up - and even then, he’d likely be okay with you branching out but likely wouldn’t do very much himself (not just because he’s hopeless when it comes to flirting)
Lilith Clawthorne
happy to have a polyamorous partner ; just wants to see you happy, so while she’ll remain relatively monogamous she’s also happy to meet and get to know her metamours and help you plan things with them (especially if they’re as excited about the deadwardian era as she is).
Luz Noceda
probably also polyamorous herself ; you can’t be with luz without being somewhat close with amity as well, so having a poly partner would be ideal for luz - she’d also be the type to reach out to and befriend her metamours.
Mattholomule
wouldn’t want a polyamorous relationship ; mattholomule probably wouldn’t be the happiest with sharing a lover with others or having other partners at all - so being with a poly person either wouldn’t happen at all or would only happen if he was very very interested in the person and willing to accept that part of them.
Odalia Blight
wouldn’t particularly care ; isn’t the most committed person romantically and wouldn’t care if you had other relationships so long as she was your nesting/anchor partner - but she won’t make nice with her metamours unless it would benefit you both.
Philip Wittebane / Emperor Belos
wouldn’t tolerate a polyamorous relationship ; this man is a puritan christian so he would probably be limited to strict monogamy, potentially being incredibly possessive over his partner - so polyamory is off the table with him.
Raine Whispers
would tolerate a polyamorous relationship ; raine is one of the most supportive people ever and would probably lean towards a closed poly relationship with eda and any metamours they’d have through you - so bring it up and they’d be open.
Steve
neutral on the idea ; steve is probably completely monogamous but wouldn’t expect you to change yourself for him - would also probably reach out to his metamours to plan surprises and gifts for you and things like that (pretty chill).
Terra Snapdragon
neutral on the topic ; wouldn’t mind you being polyamorous/having others but isn’t romantically poly herself - might have a few flings here and there but don’t expect to have metamours on her end.
Willow Park
neutral on the topic ; whilst i feel like willow is probably more monogamous-leaning, she likely wouldn’t be too bothered about having a poly partner and may even be happy to help you plan dates or get to know your other partners to some extent (would bring plants as a peace offering).
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sugarwbread · 2 years
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yandere!Belos/Philip, walking with Y.n. and passing by witches: Argh, damn witches. I hate them.
yandere!Belos/Philip, addressing Y.n.: It doesn't concern you, my dear. I love you.
Y.n., blushing a little: Um.. thank you?
Idk what is this
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petitprincess1 · 1 year
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Witch Y/N: You're the most repulsive person I've ever met!
Emperor Belos: I wish to cleanse everyone's souls by committing mass genocide.
[Wedding song and two all dressed up at the altar]
Emperor Belos: Where the fuck am I....
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wackulart · 1 year
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Reader goes into the tide pools and meets Belos like with Lilith and Luz in that one episode
giving me an excuse to rewatch Elsewhere Elsewhen AND write 1600s Philip? IM ON IT.
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Philip Wittebane x Reader
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You didn't think the time pools would actually work.
The topic of them came up during a conversation you were having with a store owner and reminded you of the days you used to pretend to find them. You had some makeshift toy that didn't really work, you would crawl into one side of a hollow log and exit out the other side acting like you were in the future.
It was fun as a kid so you thought to go back to that place and revisit those memories. You didn't expect to fall into the sand and end up centuries into the past. Your immediate reaction was to hop right back in and back away. As you scrambled out of the time pool you took a second to breathe.
Once the initial anxiety had died down a bit, a thought crossed your mind.. why not?
How many witches could really say they had been in a time pool? Most demons you knew didn't even believe in them and that included you until now. You had considered the risks, but the tide wouldn't be coming quite some time.
...Fuck it.
You stood up and peeked your head back in. The beach hadn't seemed to different too the one you were currently on, yet you had spotted a group of witches celebrating something. With what you remembered from your days at school you recognized the outfits as those from the Deadwardian era.
Then you realized you'd probably stick out a bit with your modern clothing, not to mention the bloody fly effect.
After you pulled yourself through the portal, you moved to the trees to grab a few large leaves and makeshift yourself a hat. Once you adjusted your clothes to look a little more aged and you were satisfied, you headed into the town.
It was so surreal to see things that you had only read in history books. What was even stranger was how calm and kind things were in this era. You were pretty sure that these were considered the savage ages, wasn't wild magic dangerously rampant?
Before you could dwell too much on the thought, the sound of a door slamming made you turn swiftly in the direction. You looked to see a man kick at the door before stumbling back and yelling at the person inside. He adjusted his jacket and began stomping off, too angry to notice that he had dropped something.
You rushed over to pick it up and tap his shoulder. The man audibly groaned before turning to you and as you held out the pen that he had nearly lost, your eyes widened.
"You're human." You spoke before you could stop yourself.
He paused before sighing and taking his pen from you harshly. "Here to poke fun? I'll have you know that I have no intention in wasting my time-"
You waved your hands panickedly. "No, I've just never met a human before." You couldn't help but have a genuine fascination in meeting someone from a completely different world.
There was a look of confusion, maybe conflict before it fell and he turned away. He wasn't sure what you were looking for from him but he wasn't going to fall for those sparkling eyes. There was clearly ill intent behind them, even if he couldn't see it just yet.
The man forced a smile and turned to leave, not expecting you to follow him. He looked over to you as you shoved your hands towards him and told him your name.
The human stopped, staring at you hard. He could see a determination in your eyes that told him he wasn't getting out of this easy.
He sighed before taking your hand and shaking it. "My name is Philip Wittebane."
You two had begun walking together, you were mostly taking in the sights while pointing at things you found interesting. He had tried several times to sneak off from you but you had stayed resilient.
Philip had decided to not waste his opportunity by asking you questions and you had plenty for him as well.
He wouldn't admit that he was sort of enjoying the company, it was simply a by product from traveling alone for as long as he had been.
That was it.
Philip had sat on a bench with you joining in the seat right beside him. You leaned into him and peeked at his journal, then you noticed that he was drawing the bird a few feet in front of the two of you.
You looked back and forth between it and then pointed excitedly at his sketch. "Hey, that's really good!"
He shot up and his voice stuttered. "Oh, uhm- Thank you."
It was a challenge trying not to react at how close you had gotten, he tried to force his focus onto his journal.
You seemed to be rather comfortable around him, the whole walk you spoke so passionately about everything you told him. He was trying to understand why you were so excited around him even when his answers had been cold and short.
Then he heard you gasp lightly and looked up to see what the issue was. He followed your eyes to a sketch he had done while you two had been walking. It wasn't anything impressive by his standards, a simple silhouette drawing of you and him.
"Is that me?" You questioned.
He nodded and felt his face grow red at the genuine smile on your face.
What is this?
What were you doing to him?
This curse that you had plagued him with forced words out of his mouth. "Do you.. like it?"
He didn't understand why he cared, in fact he shouldn't care what a witch had to say about his work. He didn't care.
He didn't have to force down a smile when you nodded and asked to see more drawings, he didn't purposefully scoot closer to you while you two looked through his book and he definitely did not sneak peeks at that adorable look on your face as you awed over his things.
Then came nightfall and you explained that you had to go and that you weren't sure that you could come back.
Philip nodded and held out his hand, he ignored the twist in his stomach and realized that it was for the best. Lest he fall to the temptation that had twisted his brother.
Instead of taking it, you pulled him in for a hug since you probably wouldn't see him again. The chance that you could find another time pool was incredibly rare and not to mention that this was four hundred years in the past.
You felt him slowly put his arms around you until you pulled away.
"Goodbye, Philip." You called out as you began to run towards the beach before the tide came in.
He waved to you, memorizing the sound of your voice and the look in your eyes. Perhaps he could not have you, as you were a demon and he would never see you again, but he could have your memory.
You made it to the time pools and took a couple tries before you had found your time and hopped back into it. As you got out to the other side and landed on top of the sand, you felt the tide hit your ankles. That was it then. You wondered if you could find something about Philip in the library somewhere.
Just to check if things had fared well for him.
The next week had been much calmer for you compared to the adventure you had gone on, but you still smiled at the fact that not only had you met a human but you befriended him.
No one would believe it.
As you carried your goods to the Emperor's castle and helped unloaded packages with a few other workers, you felt eyes on you. You looked behind you to see the Emperor himself, the fact that he had been there at all had surprised you.
It had even surprised you enough to miss the recognition in his eyes as he whispered your name under his breath.
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xxlemon-chanxx · 1 year
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Y’know, I see a well of untapped potential in a certain character when it comes to reading Philip/Belos x Reader/OC fics, to the point where it's a little disappointing to see no one going for this angle of storytelling.
Hunter is Belos’ “nephew,” so it's a little strange that I rarely see Hunter mentioned at all in slowburn Belos fics. There's so much potential, just think about it.
Is our reader married to Belos already? Are they Empress/Emperor of the Isles alongside Belos? Are they dating Belos openly or are they just considered his friend/guest? How does the reader interact with Hunter/Golden Guard? Do they don a more parental role with him as their relationship with Belos evolves? Are they kinder to him than Belos is?
Does the reader have a good relationship with Hunter?
Does the reader know he's a grimwalker? Do they actively pull Hunter away from his duties to spend quality (aka “Parent/Child bonding”) time with him?
How does Belos feel about their bond? Does it make him angry that the reader treats Hunter like anything other than a tool? Is it a point of tension in Belos and Reader’s relationship? Does this lead to fighting? Does the fact that the reader has such a close bond with Hunter mean that he is a bit safer from Belos’ wrath, or does it just paint a bigger target on his back?
If the reader is human, do they know about what the day of unity really means? How would they react to Hunter having a sigil if they did find out? Would they beg and scream for Belos to spare the life of the child they've grown to love? Would that kickstart them into helping the rebellion sabotage the day of unity? Would they take bigger and more drastic steps to try to secure Hunter’s safety?
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I'm just saying, there's a lot that could be done with this and it's a little shocking that I've only seen one fic include Hunter as a crucial part of the story (shoutout to The Oracle Bakery for including my baby boy)
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owlish-owlhouse · 1 year
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Emperor Belos: I hate witches.
Y/N (a witch): Hey can you help me with this?
Philip DROPPING EVERY THING to go help (Y/N)
Covenheads/Luz and the Hexside Gang: ... ????
Emperor Belos: This means nothing.
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anarchic-angel · 1 year
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Crusty ass emperor with his crusty ass lips. I'll paint him later idk
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bunnyhuggingflower · 1 year
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Comfort TOH Headcanons /1/
Belos comforting his s/o from a panic attack: 
Due to having experience with panic attacks himself, he knows how to take care of you whenever you go through one. 
The first thing he would do is help you detach yourself from the trigger. He would take your hands in his and speak to you in a soft voice as to not frighten you. Since he's aware it's very hard to keep control of yourself during these moments, he would take the role of a leader instead and guide you through it. 
"Look at me...it's alright. Take a deep breath, dear...you will be fine."
Once you have steadied your breathing, he would let go of your hands and take off his cloak to wrap it around your shoulders. Warmth brings comfort and unlike a hug, it doesn't risk overwhelming you so in his opinion it was the best solution at the time. 
From there on, he would simply stand by your side and gently rub circles on your back until you have fully calmed down. 
Once your shaking has stopped and your tears have dried, he would take you to your room. Panic attacks exhaust to no end, he would want to make sure you get your needed rest before doing anything else. 
He would stay with you until he's sure you are completely safe and sound. He may not act like it all the time, but you really do matter to him. 
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