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felswritingfire · 3 years

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Umm new follower here. I would like to ask if your are still doing the hand holding prompts??? Could you do it with Shinya? Pleaseeeeeeeeee I would really like read something like it. Many THANKSSSSSSSSS

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*throws angst*

You never specified a number so I went CRAZY-

If you wanted something fucking fluffy tho, feel free to send another message!

But I give you two prompts for the price of one UwU

TW: violence; mentions of blood; the start of a panic attack; mentions of broken bones; psychotic behavior (Perun)

#5. Reassuring Squeeze

#4. The last time

Your chest trembles, the weight of the situation finally crushing down onto you as you realize there’s no way out of this. You can hear the pained cries of your friends- the frantic yelling as they’re rounded up and placed in… You can’t see much through the crack in the wall, but you’re more than positive it’s an amphitheater. Or at least similar to one: it sits deep in the earth, the seats that descend into it are curved into a long arch, all of them pointing to a middle that’s white marble- a stark contrast to the burning smoke and charred remains of buildings and people that surrounded. You can see your friends and almost friends being placed in seats, all bound in chains and all of them looking exhausted. Some continue to struggle even as they’re dragged out- but a sudden slam of the head against the marble usually cuts the struggling in it’s steps.

Your eyes strain to look at your Summoners- all of them having been treated to the same process: you note that Kengo still hasn’t moved, a red splotch on his temple where he got struck by Temujin. Toji's head keeps tipping back and forth (you would be grateful to Sanat that he had kept his strength in check, but your chest is burning hot with anger and desperation- you have no forgiveness in you).

You can feel your eyes burn as you lean back on your calves, the soreness of your knees lost on you as a broiling guilt sits heavily at the bottom of your stomach. Your nails dig into your thighs. You feel sick- your mind feels hazy, muddled, as everything begins to spin. Each breath you take gets shallower each breath you suck in. Your chest is hurting-

“(Y/N)-” it takes you a moment, but you look up, still trying to control your breathing. Shinya is shuffling closer to you, Cupid on his shoulder looking worse for wear (an oddly clear side of your mind is surprised that they let him keep him with him. Some fucked up power move, you’re sure); the tiny angel stares at you with big eyes, Shinya holding him back with a bruised hand as he moves to hop to you- “Is- is it ok to touch you?”

You can see the way his shoulders tremble, how red his eyes are. He’s as bad as you. You nod your head- your hands reaching out to him.

He takes you in his arms, his touch so light that you feel like glass. Maybe you’re as fragile as glass right now- because you feel yourself melt into his chest and the tears you were fighting back so hard before slipping down your cheeks. You can feel Cupid slip down Shinya’s shoulders to rest in the crook of your neck- so close you can hear the unnatural creak to his wings and suddenly you know why they let Shinya keep Cupid.

Your heart throbs as you feel his chest tremble and Cupid nestle further into your neck, his tiny hands grasping for the strands of your hair, a wet patch grows against your neck where Cupid has his face buried against. You bring a shaking fingers up to cradle Cupid's body, as gently as you can muster (he cooes at the contact), as your other hand comes to rub against Shinya’s back. “It’s alright,” you croak. “It’ll be alright.”

Shinya hums, forced and uneven, as he pulls away from you and laces his fingers with yours. You feel a pang of worry when you notice that he can’t curl his ring and middle finger, they sit at an odd angle and a black bruise that spans from the tip of his fingers to the middle of his palm. “You’re always so strong-” he squeezes your hand (at least to the best of his abilities) and rests his forehead against yours- “always so brave no matter what. It’s one of the things I love about you.”

Cupid’s hair tickles you as he nods his head, nuzzling against your cheek. “No,” you say, breathless with a giggle. “I’m not brave at all- just stubborn.”

“Braveness comes in all shapes and sizes, my Darling.”

You giggle again, pressing yourself closer to him as he untangles your fingers and instead wraps his arms around you. Cupid slips from his home beside your neck to wedge himself between your’s and Shinya’s chests (minding his wings). The three of you rest like that, basking in the contact with each other despite the overwhelming ache that throbs in your heart for your friends. You note that the sounds of struggling have died down; you raise your head, Shinya’s hands resting on your waist and Cupid crawling back up to sit on his shoulder. You move to look back out the crack in the wall when the sound of scraping metal startles your attention to the heavy metal door that sits on the far side of the room.

You move back to Shinya, putting your body between him and the little angel that glares at said door from his shoulder. You feel him grasp your hand, squeezing with what strength he has left. You can feel your palm grow clammy with sweat as the door swings open with a sombre groan.

Perun’s heavy footsteps echo through the otherwise silent room. You glare up at him, the grin on his face ugly and sadistic. “Hello, little bird.” He kneels down in front of you making a gesture that one would make at a scared dog to get them to come to them. “I hope you’re comfortable- you are at the peak of luxury here after all.” It’s mocking how he says it: sarcastic and demeaning.

You don’t say anything instead choosing to continue glaring at him.

“Ah? Going to give me the silent treatment?” He lets out a long sigh, leaning back on his haunches as he lets his eyes drift around the room, an easy smile on his lips. You felt tense as you waited for him to make a move. His eyes drift back to you, the corners of his eyes crinkle and the creak of worn leather reaches your ears before a white pain bursts against your cheek and a thundering crack bounces off the concrete walls of the room.

You barely feel the way your head collides with the floor, Shinya’s voice muffled as he cries your name. His grip slips from your hand as you’re suddenly hoisted up by your hair- you’re almost afraid you’re going to be scalped, the pain is so searing. You feel tears wet the corners of your eyes as your head is wrenched back, your neck bending at an awkward angle making it hard to breath. You feel his breath ghost against your cheek. “You better watch yourself or your two little angels over there won’t have a happy ending.”

A sharp yelp and a panicked chirp catches your attention and you can see Temujin sitting on top of Shinya, knee pressed against the middle of his back as he pulls Shinya’s arm at a painful angle, his eyes murderous as he focuses on the struggling man beneath him. Volkv has Cupid in a tight hold in his fist, squeezing too tightly and causing the tiny cherub to let out painful chirps.

“N-no! Don’t!” You choke, struggling to orient yourself enough to push towards the two. Your vision bursts with colors as you pinch nerves in your neck.

“Shh, shh-” Perun hushes, his free hand moves to caress your check, the rough leather hurts your raw skin. “Don’t cry, don’t cry- You can’t look weak in front of your soldiers down there- now can you?”

You let out a pained wheeze as his tilts your head back further.

“Well?”

“I wouldn’t cry in front of you anyways.” It’s broken but you hold a satisfaction for the pure venom that bleeds into the words.

Perun laughs, nuzzling his head against the side of your neck. You feel sick. “Good, good-” you let out a ragged breath as he finally lets go of your hair, your head falling viscously forward- “you’ve alway been such a good pet, haven’t you? Just for me.”

You glare up at him again, though now you're seeing two of him. He grabs the back of your neck, dragging you up to your unsteady legs.

“Temujin. Volkv. Let go of those two would you?”

You breathe a sigh of relief as Temujin and Volkv both let go of Shinya and Cupid (Volkv having tossed Cupid onto Shinya’s back).

Perun’s other hand quickly latched onto your arm and twisted it behind your back, the bones creak painfully. You hiss and he digs his chin into your shoulder, his teeth brushing against the skin of your neck. You grimace- you felt dirty. “This is all your fault you know?’ He whispers, grip tightening on your arm. “I have to reset the loops- I have to fix them, you know? If only you had done right in the beginning. None of this would be happening.” He’s dragging you out of the room as he continues to speak, you kick your legs, your heels catching on the pavement of the floor.

You watch as Shinya lunges towards you just to be caught by Temujin and Volkv and dragged back. You’ve never seen him struggle so much- never heard him raise his voice so much. You feel heart breaking as the door shuts on him with a resounding clang as you cling to the last bit of warmth from him against your palm. Trying to pretend that the overbearing warmth against your back is Shinya.

#this was #hella fun to write #tokyo afterschool summoners #sfw #housamo #housamo imagine #not a reblog #x reader #gender neutral reader #nonbirnary reader #shinya #cupid #thank you dear!#angst #tw: violence #tw: mentions of blood #tw: panic attack #kinda #tw: psychotic behavior

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wellhellotragic · 5 years

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Devil’s in the Details 1/?

Summary: It’s a well known fact that angels and demons exist. No one is saying that they don’t. Hell, you’ve all met your guardian angels before. But some of the facts, well you humans seem to be a little murky on those. Take Emma for example. Blonde, witty, beautiful. She must be an angel right? Wrong. She’s as wicked as they come. And she’s about to have the time of her life tormenting a certain English bloke

A comedy of errors....

A/N: Okay, lemme start this off with a huge disclaimer. This fic is nothing like anything I’ve ever written before. It is offensive. Sooooo offensive and I know it. There are three lines near the end that I actually cringed at when I wrote them, and I strongly considered changing them but I couldn’t do it, because the story needed it. The thing is, this story is pretty much told from the perspective of a demon, so some of the religious facts are going to be a little off. Just think about how different the Wolf’s side of the story was from the 3 Little Pig’s recounting. So, with that said, know that I have the utmost respect for all religions, cultures, and beliefs, and this fic has nothing to do with my own view points. It’s just silly and weird and highly sarcastic. I hope you’re all willing to give it a shot and stick with me. If you can’t make fun of yourself, who can you?

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A Prologue:

Heaven and Hell. God’s words falling on deaf ears. The angels had revolted and when God found out, he cast them aside into the mouth of hell. Demons and possessions and all that jazz. Blah. Blah. Blah.The rumors had been circulating for eons. The Hinduists, the Buddhists, the Jews, all wrong. Hell (pun intended of course) even the Greeks had it all mucked up, but at least they were cool about it. Here, take this goat. Oh, not enough, well have my virgin daughter instead. Man she missed those days.

The Catholic church certainly hadn’t done their kind any favors either. Her first exorcism had been something else. It’s not like she had taken over the guy’s body. That would have been ridiculous. Seriously, if she was going to inhabit the soul of a human, she would have picked someone with bigger balls. And preferably without the syphilis. She did have standards after all.

No, she hadn’t taken the man over. She’d just whispered sweet nothings into his ear until he’d gone a little mad. All in a day’s work for a demon. The twitching, well that was just the guy being super dramatic. But the priest hadn’t known any better, taught from a young age that holy water was a cure all. Ya, because God has nothing better to do than listen to an old guy in a cloak talk about how he needs his water blessed. Sorry father, but he’s a little busy today. Maybe he can see you next week?

The whole thing had been a mess. He’d thrown water in the guys face and some of it went in his eyes. They turned bright red, in turn freaking out the priest more until he was pushing a cross to the guys forehead and chanting, “the power of Christ compels you!”

Oh honey, no.

The poor guy died of a heart attack and the priest felt that it had been a job well done. Sure, he’d lost part of his flock, but that was the price of expelling a demon from the mortal world. His words, not Emma’s.

And don’t even get us started on the Christians.

But in retrospect, that’s what made humans so much fun. They weren’t that bright. Don’t get me wrong, they were capable, but also arrogant and gullible. Prime for the picking. Okay, so ya, the dinosaurs had been a hit with angels and demons alike too. They were basically huge puppy dogs who liked to fight a lot. And historians can say what they will, but it was a well known fact that brontosauruses liked chasing trees and stegosaurus loved having their bellies scratched. Of course, God hadn’t been such a fan of the way demons played with the dinosaurs though, so he took them away from them like a toddler getting placed in time out. His favorite toy left on a shelf too high to reach. Truth be told, she’d always felt that meteor had been a bit vindictive for a guy claiming to be so damn benevolent.

But dinosaurs couldn’t talk back the way humans did. They didn’t have that higher level of thinking that made them so irresistibly fun to mess with. Take Adam and Eve for example. This woman, made from the rib of her lover (how is that even a thing people believe) listens to a serpent and eats an apple. Simple enough right? Except that’s so far from what really happened. Okay, so maybe she hadn’t been there personally, but she had the real story on good authority. For starters, the was never an apple. Ya, for all of you arguing it’s called an Adam’s apple for a reason, well you can just go to hell. The truth was, it wasn’t even a tree. The forbidden fruit, well it came from a vine in the form of a grape. Or a bunch of grapes if you want to get technical. But that’s not really the point now, is it? So, there were these grapes, and God was like, don’t eat these or you’ll die. Poetry, right? Anyway, Adam and Eve were actually really good about not eating the grapes, despite the fact that they were completely blind and didn’t actually know what a grape was.

Take note! This is actually a pretty important part of the story.

The two of them spend their day’s frolicking around in the garden of Eden, dancing and eating tomatoes or something. The guy who told Emma the story wasn’t really all that into details. So for the sake of assumption, and to keep this story moving along, they ate tomatoes and kiwis, and whatever else God had randomly decided weren’t off limits. But here’s the deal. Grapes, they don’t stay on the vine forever. Sometimes they fall off and roll away, and turn into something better. With a little help of course, which is were the serpent comes in. Remember Emma’s friend?

It didn’t take much really. A few grapes rolled in the right place so that Adam and Eve stepped on them while dancing. A small glass for the serpent to collect the juices in. A quick sliver into a nearby lake. Come on people. You know how many grapes it would have taken to fill up an entire glass? Even in the modern era wine makers like to water that shit down for profit.

Oh, maybe that’s where the human’s came up with water into wine?

What was that? Oh, ya. The story!

So the serpent, now having a full glass of wine returned to Adam and Eve, making sure to place the glass of wine near a glass of water Eve had placed out already. When she drank, it was from the juices of the forbidden fruit, and then, well you know. Everything went batshit crazy.

Now I know what you’re thinking. This is Adam and Eve. There were no glasses. Seriously, people. This isn’t the part where you should start questioning things. God mad men and butterflies, coffee beans, yet you draw the line and highly crafted glassware in an non industrial age?

Fine then. Don’t believe the story. It’s not like the bug guy upstairs would ever lie. Nope. Never.

But it’s the truth, at least as Gabriel told it. Gabe had been her mentor way back when she was still shiny and new. Most people believe that demons are all fallen angels, but that’s just laziness on the part of human storytelling. The actually history of hell was a bit more complicated. Yes, the Devil and God used to be tight. And yes there was an uprising, but God never sent the Devil away. He left on his own. Something along the lines of peace out, I don’t need this stress. And, yes, a few angels followed him, but most of them were created with the snap of a finger. You see, lurking around the eternal fiery pits of hell with six of your brothers can get a little monotonous.

It’s not like it was hard. He’d watched God do it before. He had powers given unto him by a supreme being. Admittedly, his first tries hadn’t been his best work, but no one gets it right one the first try now do they? Why do you think God flooded the earth? Sometimes you just need a redo. The devil kept them around of course, but all they were really good for anymore was dressing up as cherubs and shooting married people with their love arrows. Ah, the birth of adultery. Take that Cupid.

Eventually the Devil got better though. His creations resembled that of men with physical bodies when needed. Emma had been a crowning achievement. A blonde vixen with doe eyes and and a killer smile. But it had been her hunger for chaos that really had the other demons take notice. Gabe took her under his wing early on, as I said before.

He taught her how to seduce men, to make them gloat, how to send them into a fit of rage. Your garden variety of cardinal sins of course. And for a few thousand years, that’s exactly what she did.

Hey, Adolf, I think you missed some over there.

Oh Jack, have you met my friend Marilyn?

Ted. Look at this one. She’s beautiful!

Awful. Horrible. Unforgivable. I know. I don’t need you to tell me. The thing you have to remember about Emma is that she was trained for this. She was created for this. It’s in her blood. She’s never known love or compassion. But this is what you need to understand going forward, because everything is about to change.

#Devil's in the details #ditd #wellhellotragic #a comedy #satire

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authoressskr · 6 years

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Clumsy

Characters: Gabriel, Sister!Winchester Reader, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Balthazar, Gadreel, Castiel, Jack Kline, Valkyrie the Corgi puppy, Cupids :: Warnings: Language, Implied Violence, Subpar Writing, No Beta :: Word Count: 1080 :: Sequel to What Happens When You Don’t Listen

@sdavid09‘s Daily Writing Challenge - Prompt #14: The chaos and disruption in the room was evident. Broken chairs, shattered glass, streaks of blood here and there. There was only one response. “So…dinner?” (Prompt Bolded and Italicized)

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Gabriel carefully finished draping the last of the flower garlands - done in shades of purples - all around her room, along with a few little Bonsai trees scattered around the room in ornate mosaic pots in her favorite colors.

Rubbing his hands together, he took a step back to survey his work.

“You think she’ll like it?” His sand-colored eyes meet the sand-colored eyes of Valkyrie, who wiggled her little Corgi butt at his question. “Think she’ll forgive the little indiscretion from a month ago?” The puppy sits at that question. “Yeah, I had the same thought.” He bent down to scratch behind her ears. “Wish me luck?” She popped up with her butt wiggling frantically before nipping at his fingers after he scratched under her chin.

He pads out of the room and while passing the War Room, he notices a sweet smell coming from it and changes course to investigate. The room is filled with sunflowers, in vases of various heights and shapes, and the table has a heavy black cloth over it.

As he entered the room, he noticed one of his naked brethren adding red roses to some of the sunflower vases.

“What are you doing here?” Gabriel asked loudly, startling the cherub, who dropped the whole vase.

“Brother! You startled me! I - I came for Y/N.” He’s smiling widely as if this should be no surprise. “She and -”

“What the hell is going on in here?!” Dean yells, staring at the very naked man in the middle of the room, Sam jogging into the room with his gun drawn at Dean’s shouting.

“I have come for Y/N! She and her soulmate will have dinner here tonight, I was just getting everything ready for them!” The cupid is damn near vibrating with excitement.

“We don’t subscribe to that in this house,” Dean growls as the cherub wrinkles it’s forehead.

“I don’t understand. A soulmate is a wonderful gift!”

“I thought it was a bunch of higher up, feathered asshats making decisions they shouldn’t be making.” The cupid’s whole demeanor changes at Dean’s words.

“Unlike my other brethren, I will not be dissuaded from my pairing.”

“You threatening me in my own home, diaper baby?”

“Dean,” Sam warns as Gadreel joins the group just inside the doorway with Balthazar in tow.

“Brother.” Gadreel nods to the cherub in acknowledgment.

“Brother! Please remove Gabriel so I may finish preparing for Y/N and her soulmate’s romantic dinner.”

“Wait - who is her soulmate?” Balthazar moves to stand beside Dean with nearly the same look of contempt on his face.

“I am not at liberty to share that information with you lot.”

“That’s not a tone becoming a cupid, now is it?” Gabriel voiced darkly, making the cupid turn from facing Dean to Gabriel.

“You think they sent me alone in this task? Into the lion’s den?” Two more naked men appear in a flutter of wings.

“Looks like we got ourselves a standoff,” Balthazar mutters.

“Let us finish our task, brothers, and we will be on our way.”

“Tell us who it is, and we will walk away.” Gadreel voices, Gabriel sharing a look with Balthazar at his words and tone.

“We cannot do that.” One of the new arrivals says firmly.

“Well, alright then,” Dean muttered before closing the gap quickly between himself and the first cupid and knocking him to the floor. “You know, I really like these.” He flashes the Enochian brass knuckles at Gabriel with a smug grin.

:: - :: - :: -

When you got home with Cas and Jack, you knew something was off.

Valkyrie meets you eagerly at the garage’s inner door, yipping and running down the hall only to run back to you and then head down the hall again. Leaving Cas and Jack behind, you trot quickly behind Val, her little legs speedily headed to the War Room.

You hear a few grunts and then the all too familiar whoosh of feathers before you enter.

A gasp tears itself from your throat, confused and shocked. But internally, you aren’t terribly surprised...they’d been alone for more than three hours.

The chaos and disruption in the room was evident. Broken chairs, shattered glass, streaks of blood here and there. There was only one response. “So…dinner?”

Your brain doesn’t even register who just said that as you take in the crushed sunflowers, mixed with various colors of glass shards and crimson droplets adorning the floor.

“What happened in here? Oh, no, Val. No! Sit!” You scoop up the puppy before she has a chance to obey the command, scared about the glass hurting her tiny paws.

“We were clumsy.” Gabriel offered lamely.

“They were clumsy.” Sam retorts from where he was leaning against the wall with a cut on his cheek. Picking your way over to him, you use your free hand to brush your thumb over the cut.

“Looks like you were pretty clumsy too, big brother.” His hazel eyes shift away momentarily. You take your hand back and turn back to the rest of the men.

“Seriously? Just tell me hell happened in here.”

“Nothing, sweet cheeks! Just got a little clumsy trying to make a nice Valentine’s dinner for you.” Gabriel makes sure to put on a knowing smile as Gadreel gives a solemn nod behind him.

“Too many cooks in the kitchen and what not, darling.” Balthazar adds with his own dazzling smile.

You eye all the men suspiciously while you rub Valkyrie’s ears, part of you not really wanting to know while the rational part of your brain knows that isn’t what happened. At all. So, ignoring your brain screaming “Blatantly Lying To Your Fucking Face” you give a soft sigh and then look at the floor again, hearing one of the angels snapping to clean up the mess.

“So...what’s for dinner?” The three angel’s faces lit up as Dean scowls before leaning forward to whisper-threaten the trio.

“Try anything with my sister and I’ll set those wings to extra crispy.”

“Dean. We can all hear you. Go pick up some poor desperate girl and celebrate your unattached drifter Christmas like a douche.”

“Hey!” Dean has the gall to sound offended as Sam snickers.

“Don’t worry, she’s still irritated about last month. So, you can at least tick Gabriel off the ‘To Do’ list.” Sam’s tone turns from comforting to teasing as he shoves Dean from the room.

“NOT HELPING, SAM!” Gabriel and Dean shout in tandem.

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