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Sweet

A/N: A little thing for @ariesshower824 with Host and his sweet tooth.

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"What are you doing still writing?" Night asked as he stepped into Host's office, seeing him still typing away at his computer. "Your novel can wait for a few hours while you rest."

"I... I admit I lost track of time," Host said sheepishly, saving his document and turning off the computer before turning in his chair to face Night. "Thank you for coming to get me."

"I don't want my love too tired and sleeping in his office," Night replied with a chuckle, helping Host out of his seat and leading him down the hall to their bedroom, gently guiding him to sit down before moving to get the wound dressing supplies.

"Are you going to change my wrappings?” Host asked, tilting his head as he listened to Night gathering items. “I assume that’s due to the feeling of my eyes leaking, in which case I thank you.”

“Sit still,” Night said softly, climbing onto the bed to kneel in front of Host, beginning to remove his bandages and toss them aside. “Lift your chin slightly.” Carefully, Night cleaned the area around Host’s eyes, making sure to keep the skin as clean as possible to avoid infection.

“I swear, you’re better at changing these bandages than me,” Host joked, tilting his head while Night wrapped a fresh bandage around his eyes. “Thank you for changing them, dear,” he said when Night tucked the end of the bandage into the wrapping and sat back.

“Here, open,” he said, waiting for Host to open his mouth before popping a small chocolate onto his tongue, waiting as Host closed his mouth and considered the flavour before smiling.

“Chocolate. Sweet.” He lifted his arms as Night moved to remove his shirt, clambering off the bed to remove his pants before crawling back under the covers, waiting for Night to lay down.

“Not as sweet as you,” Night replied, holding Host close and smiling as he nuzzled his face into the crook of his neck. “I love you, grand writer.”

“I love you, too, dear,” Host whispered, curling up beside Night and falling asleep.

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@iamvegorott @brokentimewatch

Damn what an ending

Meeting A Magical Man Pt. 69

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Marvin turned his head at the sound of the wall being destroyed. He watched as Actor flew through the air and landed on the ground. 

Actor was still moving, still breathing. He was still alive. 

But with that look of pure rage in Mad’s eyes as he came down to the first floor. He might not be for long. 

He let his aura drop, more than confident that Mad could handle himself or, at least,  the others still standing would help since his mind returned and his focus returned to Chase. 

“If I wasn’t the one dealing with this poison bullshit, I’d be impressed.” Dark huffed as Marvin knelt down with him. 

“How’s he doing?” Marvin asked, placing a hand on Chase’s cheek and looking at him. 

He was pale. Very pale. 

“Alive. I’m certain adrenaline’s running out. Chase is going to feel the last bit of the healing. If you want to do that one trick you and JJ have, I suggest doing it now.” Dark was used to the smell of blood, but even he appeared to be done with it. 

“Hey, babe.” Chase held out the words and weakly laughed. 

“It’s okay, darling. You’re almost better.” Marvin knew he had handled the man who had done this to Chase. The cracking of his bones as he was slammed into the wall still echoed in his brain. He’ll get over it eventually. He always did.

“I’m, like, so warm, and-” Chase’s comment turned into a pain-filled scream. 

“Thought it’d hit sooner,” Dark said almost too casually. “Hold him still, or he’ll ruin everything I’ve done before I finish.” 

“Chase, Chase, sweetie, you need to stay still for a little longer.” Marvin pressed his hands to Chase’s shoulders. 

“It burns! Stop! Stop!” Chase screamed, legs kicking as if he was trying to run. 

“I need a minute!” Dark raised his voice so he could be heard over Chase. 

“I hate doing this,” Marvin said to himself. He shook his hands in the hair, getting them to glow before pressing both of them to the center of Chase’s chest. The glowing seeped into Chase and slowly started showing in his skin, going in lines that appeared to follow his veins. 

“I…I can’t feel anything.” Chase blinked away the tears that had formed in his moments of pain. His entire body was numb. He couldn’t move, paralyzed by magic. 

“It’s okay. Everything will be okay.” Marvin spoke through gritted teeth, tense with concentration. 

“Done.” Dark pulled his hands away. “Keep that up for a little longer to be sure he won’t start screaming again.” He looked at himself and his hands, caked in blood, and knowing that it was a miracle Chase was alive. 

“Shit.” Marvin only lasted a few more seconds before he stopped the spell, panting heavily and feeling pure exhaustion hit him hard. “I hate doing that so much.” 

“Longest you’ve been able to hold that spell,” Dark commented. “More practice and-”

“Shut up.” Marvin cut him off. “Not now.” 

“Understood.” Dark nodded

The three were too busy to notice Mike sneaking past them, walking with soft, deliberate steps before running over to where Mad and Actor were still fighting. 

Mad’s magic was more powerful, but Actor had much more training in fighting, knew how to move, to be one step ahead, and to conserve his energy. Actor was still going strong, but Mad was getting tired and stumbling, and Actor took one of his stumbles to his advantage. There were large chunks of debris from the hole in the upstairs wall, and, using some magic, Actor sent one of the pieces flying and slammed it into Mad’s side, knocking him over and pining him down with it. Actor knew Mad wouldn’t stay down long, so he lifted another piece and was ready to slam it down on Mad’s head. 

Everything happened in seconds, including the firing of a gun that sent a bullet through Actor’s leg and made him fall. 

Mad got the debris off of himself, beginning to feel the warmth of his own fire, a sign that he would lose control if he didn’t finish this soon. He stood up, legs trembling, desperation coursing through him, and felt a sickening coldness take over as he held a hand out toward Actor. A rope of flames came from what surrounded Mad and wrapped around Actor’s neck, hoisting him in the air. Actor screamed and clawed helplessly at his own neck, trying to get the fire off of him, but each movement caused the hole in his leg to bleed more, blood dripping to the floor, and his fighting got weaker and weaker. 

“He’s going to kill him,” Anti commented from where he and Mare watched. 

“Send me down there,” Mare said, dropping the broken, empty gun, hand pressed over his aching ribs, body begging for rest, but he refused to stop. 

“What? Dude, you’re a walking-”

“Send me down, or I’m jumping down there myself!” Mare snapped. 

“Fine, fine. Geeze.” Anti snapped his fingers and saw Mare appear on the first floor on Mad’s side of the room. 

“No!” Mike screamed, running to Mad and grabbing his arm, ignoring the pain as he got burned as well. “Let him go! Let him go! Please! Please let him go!” His voice cracked as he begged for Actor’s life.

Mad’s eyes looked empty as if he wasn’t there anymore. He didn’t react at all to Mike, to anything around him. He was tired. He was so tired and just wanted all of this to end. 

“Mad.” Mare spoke softly and walked up behind him. Even in his altered state of mind, Mad’s flames didn’t hurt Mare. “Starlight.” Mare placed a gentle hand on Mad’s shoulder and whispered in his ear. “Let him go.” There was a pause. It only lasted a second, but it clung to the air for what felt like forever. 

Eventually, Mad let his arm drop, nearly knocking Mike over, and his fire vanished. Mike scrambled over to Actor while Mad stared off at them. Mad sniffed and looked at Mare. 

“I want to go home.” 

“We will.”

“Wilford, mind healing up, Mare? He’s holding himself like someone with broken ribs.” Anti said after appearing next to Mare and Mad. 

“Ask JJ to numb him. It’ll make the healing go smoother.” Dark stated. Marvin and Chase walked over with him, Chase leaning against Marvin.

“We can do that back at the house.” Mare suggested. “I don’t think any of us want to stay here longer than necessary.” 

“Jackie?” Phantom moved his hands from Jackie’s eyes to his cheeks. 

“Are you done?” Jackie asked, voice soft.

“I’m done. I think I got your eyes are back to how they were before.” 

“Everyone else okay?” 

“They’re okay.” 

“Cool. Plug your ears.” 

“Why?”

“Trust me.” Jackie waited until Phantom covered his ears before letting out a shout. “Mother fucker! That hurt like a bitch! God damn! Holy shit balls!” 

“Jackie’s fine,” Marvin said with a weak giggle. 

“Dark.” Anti’s voice was quiet, but Marvin could pick up the firmness in it. “Don’t.” Marvin looked over his shoulder and saw that Dark had a glowing hand toward where Actor lay, Mike trying to cover him as much as he could with his own body.

“Hold him, please.” Marvin handed Chase over to Wilford. “I’ll be a moment.” He said before Chase could protest. 

“A dead man is a man we no longer have to worry about,” Dark said and breathed heavily through his nose when he had both Anti and Marvin lowering his hand. 

“We got this. Trust me.” Anti said, and when Dark said nothing, he moved to stand between Dark and Actor. “Do you trust me?” 

“I do,” Dark said with a sigh. 

“Then go wait with the others. Me and Marvin will only be a minute.” Anti waited as Dark hesitated before sighing again. 

“Fine. But I’m coming back if you take a second longer than a minute.” Dark warned before walking off to where everyone else was gathered. 

“Mare shot him somewhere he can recover from and still walk. He might have a limp, depending on how good the doctors you go to are,” Anti said to Mike, arms crossed and speaking casually. Marvin reached into his pocket and tossed a tube of burn cream. 

“I made the burn cream with magical elements. I’ve worked enough with Mad’s fire to know how to heal its effects. Rub that on his neck, and he’ll survive.” Marvin placed his hands on his hips. 

“What?” Mike picked up the tube. “Why?” 

“Because it’ll hurt him more to know he’s only alive because we let him live,” Marvin said. 

“Make sure he knows that if he ever tries to fuck with us again, there won’t be mercy.” Anti added. 

“Good luck.” Marvin clicked his tongue as he and Anti walked off. 

“We’re just leaving them?” Chase asked.

“Yep. Let’s go home.” Marvin took Chase from Wilford. “Can you send us back, Wilford? I think I’m out of juice.”

“Can do!” Wilford’s cheery tone felt strange with the rest of the energy in the room and, with a snap of his fingers, sent them all away from the mess of bodies, blood, and pain. 

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I got a mini Host💗 I love this little guy so much thank you @bookwormscififan !!

Meeting A Magical Man Pt. 68

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“Chase?” Mad barely had time to process that Chase was at the room’s door before he was snatched away. “Chase!” He started to run off for him, but a strong gust of wind sent him stumbling back.

“You have other worries, Madrick.” Actor now stood in the way, hands glowing. “You have too many people in your life now. Too many people to care and think about. Too much to focus on. And that has always been your problem. You lack focus.” He cast the spell again, using the air to create another gust of wind and sending Mad back to the wall. The fire around Mad’s body faltered at that moment, not getting extinguished but flickering as he recovered. “Congratulations on finding a mentor who managed to get you to not burn yourself, but did they teach you how to fight? How to actually use that magic of yours? Are you just all show?” Mad felt a headache forming, pounding and causing a sharp pain behind his eyes. 

He did not miss Actor’s lectures, his rambles about how terrible Mad was, and how he needed to do what he said to be able to do anything right. Marvin has explained things to Mad, lessons and helping, trying to vocalize the complexity that was magic. It all made sense. Mad would cling to every word. And most important of all, it was not annoying.

“Shut up!” Mad snapped. “Shut up, shut up, shut up!” Mirroring Actor’s spell, Mad sent a gust of wind toward him and caused him to fumble back until he hit a wall. “I’m not your apprentice! I don’t have to listen to you anymore!” Mad felt almost childish with his shouts, yet felt so good and freeing to let them out. “I’m done with you! I’m tired of your shit! I left for a reason, and I have never been happier! You can-” He paused when he felt something invade the space of his fire. Jackie had called it his flaming Spider-Sense, which got laughs from the others but left Mad confused, but regardless of what name they wanted to give it, Mad could feel when someone or thing was in his space when his fire was around him. He turned and held an arm up, using magic to toughen his skin and causing the chair Mike was swinging down toward him to break. “Mike?” Mad blinked at him, piecing together how Mike usually was, and assumed that he wanted to knock him down and the chair was the only thing light enough for him to pick up but strong enough to do what he wanted. 

“Don’t…” Mike held the piece of broken chair that remained in his hands, frozen as if paralyzed and unaffected by the flames' heat. He was far enough away that he wasn’t getting burned immediately but would start soon if he didn’t move. “Don’t fight. Please. Just…just go. Get Mare, get your friends, and leave.” His eyes were wide, filled with fear. 

“Mike?” Mad repeated in a softer voice, fire faltering for emotional reasons this time. That falter was a mistake since he couldn’t feel Actor in his space and got tackled. 

Mad felt his brain spinning for a moment after Actor punched him. He’s been slapped plenty of times, Actor’s go-to method when he spoke too far out of line. But to be punched was a whole new feeling. He couldn’t hear Mike yelling at Actor to stop, that they’d gone too far, to just let it go. Mad could tell there were voices, that the world was still happening. But he felt lost.

The second punch brought him back.

“Get off!” Mad cried out, flames coming back in full force, and he kicked Actor away. Actor grunted when he landed and didn’t take too long to get back to his feet, and when he looked back at Mad, he was greeted by the sight of two glowing palms. 

“You wouldn’t dare.” Actor said flatly. 

“To quote a friend of mine. You can suck an egg.” Mad said before sending a powerful blast of magical energy toward Actor, causing the wall behind him to blow out and send the man flying through the hole and down to the first floor. Mad stepped over to the damaged wall and looked down where Actor had landed. He cracked his knuckles before jumping through the hole and using magic to cushion his landing. 

“Actor!” Mike fumbled over his feet in his panicked run, getting a few steps out of the room before seeing Chase, Dark, and Anti. He froze when Anti turned his head to look at him, gun in hand. Dark noticed Anti looking away and turned his head with him.

“Mike,” Dark stated. “Brave enough to try something while I’m healing a wounded man?” 

“I…I just want to go home.” Mike said after swallowing. “I just want to get Actor and go home.” 

“Really sticking by that man’s side?” 

“I love him.” 

“You love a piece of shit.” Anti scoffed.

“I love the man he is when he’s not stuck up his own ass cause of his pride. He’s loving and adoring when it’s just us, but he’s scared to look weak around others.” Mike said, and Anti glanced down at the ground, face showing that he understood and didn’t like it. 

“Whatever. Get out of my way.” Anti pushed past Mike and went into the room, finding Mare curled up on the ground. “That explains the fireball.” He clicked his tongue as he went over and crouched down. “Hello?” Anti poked Mare’s shoulder and didn’t get a reaction. “You’re going to be pissed and thankful at the same time.” He shook his hand in the air until sparks formed. “Time to wake up.” He placed his hand on Mare’s chest, sending the electricity through him. 

“Holy shit!” Mare cursed as he sat up. “Oh fuck!” He cursed again and put a hand over his chest. “Anti?” 

“Chase said to give this to you.” Anti held the gun toward Mare.

“Me? Why?” Mare said his words between sharps breathes. Getting air in his lungs hurt more than it ever should. His heart was racing from the electrical magic, and he wasn’t sure how long that’d keep him going.

“I don’t know. Chase got stabbed and told me to give this to you.” Anti said everything with a casual shrug. 

“He got-where’s Mad?” Mare hissed through closed teeth as he stood up. 

“First floor, fighting Actor.” Anti put the gun in Mare’s hand and then helped him walk over to the hole in the wall. 

“He’s…He’s fighting Actor.” Mare leaned against Anti as he watched the scene below. How Mad was surrounded by his flames, and Actor was getting off the ground, clothing covered in dust and rubble. 

“Think Mad’s got it in him to kill a man?” Anti asked. 

“I’m worried that he does.” 

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I love it! ❤️

Sweet Serenity

A/N: A little Noist date for @ariesshower824. Just soft and sweet, and a nice little practice writing more Host and Night.

Host sat by the dresser, carefully pulling the bandages from around his head and tossing them into the basket by his chair.

He leaned his head back with a sigh when hands gently massaged his temples, sighing at the tension in his head being relieved. He grunted, resting his head against Night’s chest, then let out a shaky breath as Night carefully wiped the area around his eyes with a soft cloth.

“Thank you,” Host said quietly, sitting back upright when Night pulled away, presenting his face for him to wrap fresh bandages around.

“You know you don’t need to look your best for a simple date,” Night said with a chuckle, tucking the end of the bandage in and stepping back, helping Host to button his shirt up and guiding him to stand. “It’s just me, and you look lovely no matter how you dress.”

“There’s no need for you to be cute,” Host retorted, pulling his coat on. “I can tell when you’re being sincere.”

Night laughed, offering his arm for Host to loop his into, then led him out of the house to the car.

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Night took Host to a humble restaurant, pulling out his chair for him and pouring him a glass of water.

Though Host had the ability to “see” beyond what most could, there were days he preferred Night’s chivalry, letting him take control of where they went and what they interacted with. He enjoyed not having to narrate everything.

“More wine?” Night asked, one hand tapping Host’s as he waited for an answer. When Host hummed in response, he poured another glass of wine and cut a mouthful of cake with a fork. “Open.”

“Chocolate,” Host said, swallowing his mouthful of cake with a smile, flipping his hand to hold Night’s tightly. “What a pleasant flavour.”

Night nodded, squeezing Host’s hand in return before lifting the napkin to wipe some crumbs off Host’s mouth. He set the napkin on the table, then released Host’s hand to walk around the table and help Host to stand, leading him out of the restaurant and down the street.

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“Tonight was nice,” Host said quietly as they walked down the street, tilting his head up to feel the moonlight on his face. “I enjoyed it.”

“That’s good. Are you ready to go home and relax?” When Host nodded, Night led them back to the car and drove them home.

Almost the moment they were through the door, Night helped Host to remove his coat, hands falling to hold his waist and pull him close.

“I love you,” Night whispered, leaning forward to press a soft and sweet kiss to Host’s lips.

“I love you too,” Host replied, tucking his chin into Night’s shoulder and wrapping his arms around his chest. Night kissed his cheek, returning the embrace before taking Host’s hand and leading him to their bedroom.

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@iamvegorott @brokentimewatch

OMG this is so cute!!!

Mini Host, v2.0

This one with a sewn trenchcoat and old bias tape for the bandages on his eyes.

His eyes are also red shank buttons under the bandages. And somehow he ended up shorter than the OG

Haha!

Playing around a little more with horned!omegaverse with Phantom doing some touch-ups to Jackie’s horns

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Phantom softly hummed to himself as he iced some sugar cookies he made. He planned on going out and dropping off some of the cookies to the others. Mare’s sweet tooth seemed to have gotten worse since he and Mad became mates, so he made sure to make an extra batch just for those two. 

“Phan?”

Speaking of mates. 

“In the kitchen,” Phantom called, placing one of his finished cookies aside to have the royal icing dry before putting it with the others in the box. Jackie had fallen asleep on the couch earlier, and his hair was just as spiky as his horns. 

“Cookies?” Jackie asked as he smelled the air. 

“I got bored and wanted to try a new recipe,” Phantom explained as he sat his piping bag down. “And you look like you had the best nap.” He added with a giggle, reaching up in an attempt to fix Jackie’s hair. 

“Would have been better if you were there.” Jackie grinned and got another giggle from Phantom. 

“You are adorable.” Phantom guided Jackie down to kiss his forehead, getting a better look at Jackie’s horns. “When was the last time I freshened these up?” He asked with a hum, gently holding one of Jackie’s horns and rubbing his thumb against it. 

“Don’t know. We’ve been extra busy lately.” Jackie shrugged. 

“I have to wait for my next batch of cookies to cool off before I ice them. Maybe I can paint you while we wait.” Phantom offered. 

“I’m okay with that.” Jackie almost had a purr in his voice.

“If we also had tails, you’d be wagging it.” Phantom teased. “Come on, let me spoil you a little.” He took hold of Jackie’s hand and walked them to their bedroom. Jackie bounced up on the bed and laid on his back, having the biggest smile as he waited. Phantom went to the closet and took out his bottle of horn-paint, giving it a little shake. “Might need to get some more horn-paint next time we’re out.” He commented as he grabbed the rest of his supplies of brushes, paper towels, and a bottle of horn-paint remover. 

The look of the store clerk’s face was still fresh in Phantom’s mind when he had bought all of this stuff all those months ago. Usually, when an omega bought horn-paint, they’d avoid the remover. Not even looking in the direction of it and often even going to stores that didn’t even sell it. It was considered a jinx to buy both paint and remover at the same time, a sign to fate to ruin the relationship. Phantom didn’t care about superstitions and only cared about making the designs on Jackie’s horns as perfect as possible. Erasers were just as useful as pencils when it came to art. Remover was the same for horn-paint.  

“We should buy remover again. The clerk’s faces are always priceless.” Jackie laughed. 

“They think we’re tempting destiny to ruin us,” Phantom said as he crawled into the bed. He sat his supplies on the bedside table and adjusted Jackie’s head to rest on his lap. 

“It’d take more than destiny to take me away from you. I’d fight the universe you keep you by my side.” Jackie’s smile was soft and tender as he looked up at Phantom. Phantom felt his heart flutter, and he leaned over, kissing Jackie with his own soft smile. 

“I love you, too,” Phantom whispered against Jackie’s lips. Jackie fully purred this time and lifted his head to kiss Phantom back. Phantom kissed Jackie’s nose and sat back up. 

Jackie’s smile stayed as he watched Phantom work. How he poured a small amount of remover into the bottle’s cap before doing the same to the horn-paint. The look of pure concentration on Phantom’s face as he picked up one of the brushes and started painting over the slightly faded lines on his horns. He could even see the tip of Phantom’s tongue sticking out between his lips as he worked on the thinner lines, hand moving with precise grace and confidence. Eventually, Phantom started using the remover to sharpen the lines, and Jackie swore he fell more in love with this man every day. 

One day, he’ll have enough saved to add more rubies to the dark silver chains on Phantom’s horns. Maybe he’ll even ask for a raise soon. He wanted the best for Phantom.   

“And done.” Phantom half sang as he set his brush aside. “Well, with the front, I’ll take care of the back after this dries.” He took his phone out and turned the camera on, having it front-facing as he held it in front of Jackie’s face so he could see his horns. “What do you think?”

“Perfect as always.” Jackie praised, always adoring the lace-like pattern Phantom painted. “Just-”

“Just like me?” Phantom said for Jackie and got both of them to laugh. “You always say that.”

“And I always mean it,” Jackie said.

“You do.” Phantom agreed and went down for another kiss.

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@bookwormscififan

Or maybe Al the cat just jumps up and eats the spider. 🐱

I just watched a vid of Mat getting scared of spiders and why not apply that to mad.

Mare thinks it’s the cutest thing in the world as Mad is clinging to him for him to just kill and or trap the spider that ended up in his lab. Which Mare does but teases Mad with chasing him around the house with that caught spider. XD

I can't help from thinking of that classic scene of the person scared literally jumping into the other person's arms. Just Mad leaping up like a cat and using Mare as leverage to get away from the spider

I'm debating between Mare being like the main spider-handler of the house or if Mare and Phantom both vibe with the spiders

Just Mare having both Mad and Phantom on his and yelling for him to take care of the spider XD But also the twist of Mad jumping up on Mare while Jackie jumps up on Phantom. Battle Boys takes care of the eight-legged critters of the home

I went through with it. Presenting heat and snow miser 🔥🧊

Perfection thank you so much for this!!🥰 💞

Oh Veg I've had a rough week at work and I just finished my last shift today and I'm tired. If I can request a little Noist fluff to make it all better I will be a happy girl

Here’s hoping the weekend is better for you!

This takes place in the DemonHunter!AU

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“So this isn’t your full feral form?” Host asked, gently running his hands along Night’s horns, feeling the bumpy texture and poking the tip with his thumbs to see how sharp they were. They were lying on the couch together; Host leaned against the armrest, and Night rested his back to his chest, eyes half-closed as he felt the other’s hands basically massaging his horns. Unlike the average Demon, whose horns, claws, and tails didn’t show unless they were feral, Night could summon his willingly, or at least the basic version of them. 

“Yep. Most would likely call this my true form, and when I go feral, the horns and claws grow thicker, longer, and even sharper. The tail stays the same, maybe gets a little longer, but I wouldn’t notice since when I’m feral, I’m not aware of anything.” Night answered, voice getting a little slower the more he spoke, and he finished everything off with a yawn. 

“Is someone getting tired?” Host lightly teased.

“No.” Night muttered as his eyes fluttered shut when Host was back to rubbing his horns. 

“I don’t think I quite believe you.” Host chuckled, feeling Night relaxing more and more against him, putting his whole body weight on top of his torso. 

“Not tired….just calm.” Night protested weakly. He was losing his fight against sleep with each passing second, Host’s voice sounding like a lullaby. 

“Hmm.” Host hummed and then continued humming a soft, deep tune. 

“Not…fair…” Night’s voice started drifting as his body did the same. 

“It’s okay, Night. You can rest. I’ll stay right here.” Host promised, pressing a kiss to Night’s head, right between his horns, and was humming once more. Night couldn’t even say words this time, just mumbling something before it died off, and soon he was gone to the world, falling asleep on his mate. “Adorable.” Host whispered as his hands dropped into a loose hug, allowing himself to relax, too, and eventually ending up taking a nap with Night. 

*chef's kiss* hehe I want to believe after Night gives Host his lesson, he doesn't regret riling him up and is happy to be with him

Here's some Host trying out the brat game and teasing Night~ ----------

Host was known for his sass, not being afraid to speak his mind, and enjoying a playful tease. But those tended to be verbal. He wasn’t much for physicality, or at least wasn’t one to bring it up first. It just didn’t come to mind.

Today was a different day, a very different day. 

Today, Host came up with a new idea and knew Night was going to feel a certain way about it, and that made his idea sound more and more fun as he got everything set up. 

Night was currently getting ready for a meeting that Host knew he couldn’t get out of, one he had to attend and needed to leave in a few minutes to be there on time. And that meant he wouldn’t have time to do anything about what Host was about to do.

“You’re leaving soon, right?” Host asked from behind the bathroom door. 

“Yeah. It’s a quick meeting, so it’ll probably be a little less than an hour till I’m back.” Night explained, standing in front of the full-body mirror they had on the wall and fixing the collar of his shirt. 

“Hopefully, it won’t be too long.” Host added a hum to his voice as he opened the bathroom door and leaned against the frame, knowing the moment Night turned his head, he’d see everything. 

“Now, why are you saying it like…” Night’s voice got caught in his throat when he did what Host expected and turned his head, getting more than an eyeful of the outfit. 

“Everything alright?” Host asked, pretending that he didn’t know damn well why Night was struggling to breathe for a second.

He wore a matching pair of red panties and bralette, black lace roses along the edges, and there was a black sheer fabric that came from the bottom of the bralette and went down to the top of Host’s thighs. The usual bandage that covered his eyes was also replaced with a red one. 

“Oh, you are so not fair.” Night nearly growled. 

“What do you mean? I’m just getting dressed for the evening. Wanted to wear something comfortable.” Host played with the end of the sheer fabric. 

“You know I have to leave, and you wear that?” Night knew he needed to keep calm, that he needed to be fully collected by the time he left, but it was getting harder to in several meanings of the word. 

“Your leaving didn’t affect my choice of clothing.” Host played innocent and walked away from the door, heading for where the bed was. “Like I said-” He crawled across the bed and laid on his stomach, sticking his ass up in the air. “-Just wanted to be comfortable.” 

“You are going to be very sorry when I get back.” Night warned. 

“I look forward to it~” Host half-sang, pushing his ass up in the air a little more. Night cursed softly to himself and left in a snap of his fingers to prevent himself from caving into his temptations. “Being a brat is more fun than I thought.” Host hummed and rolled over to his back, happily waiting for Night to return and make true to his promise. 

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@ariesshower824

I know it's kinda selfish, but can I have one asexual character that isn't aromantic? One who stands up and says that you can love without sex, and that they deserve love without having to engaging in something they prefer not to?

Also a aromantic character that isn't asexual? One who doesn't feel guilt about needing and wanting people, but not seeking a romantic relationship with them? One that is open and proud, and in no way ashamed for their lack of love and need of sex?

Please?

Ooh that would be very spicy indeed 🥵

Demon hunter!AU where Dark has fully turned to a demon, he has his first time with Anti with his new form.

I love it! That spice at the end tho yowza 🥵

Ink Month 2023 Day 14

Precious

Night was sitting on the couch in the dimly lit room. The TV had automatically turned off at this point, and the only light source was a dying lightbulb from a lamp across the room. He didn’t care; he couldn’t move. Host had fallen asleep during the movie they were watching, his head rested in his lap, and Night couldn’t bear the thought of moving and waking him just yet. 

“So soft.” Night whispered to himself, running a hand through Host’s hair. “So peaceful.” He paused when Host hummed and nuzzled his head against Night’s legs a little before going still again. Host was known as a threat, cunning, and able to take down middle-ranks and possibly even high-ranks on his own with just a bat, but when he was asleep, it reminded Night of what he actually was.

Human. 

His Human. 

Host was fragile compared to him, but he was still the most wonderful and precious thing in his life. He’d fight and kill anyone or anything that would risk taking Host away from him. Night never thought he’d be with another again, let alone another Human, after what happened with Day, but…here he was. 

“You are truly one of the most unique Humans out there.” Night knew Host couldn’t hear him, lost in his dreams, and that made saying the words much easier. “I know there are several other Humans with Demon mates, well, ‘boyfriends’ for some of them.” He softly chuckled, knowing that those who weren’t claimed yet were likely to go down that route soon. Their adoration of each other was thick enough that Night could literally smell it. He honestly probably was radiating the same scent as he gently caressed Host’s face, rubbing his thumb against his cheek before tucking it under his cloth blindfold and then removing it. 

Night knew he had permission to remove said cloth when it was only himself and Host around. He and Edward were the only ones allowed to see him without it, never wanting to worry the others about the damage done to his face and eyes. Night didn’t know the story behind the scars, though. He wondered if he would be told one day or if that would just always remain a secret. 

“They may be with Demons, but I don’t think any other Human could be with the creator of them.” He continued as his hand slid down Host’s neck and then paused just past the crook of it, right where a claim mark would be. “And, maybe one day, you’ll be claimed by him as well…maybe even allow yourself to be turned into a Demon so he’ll never fear losing you to age.” Night could feel that temptation crawling up his spine. 

Host was asleep. He’d have no idea it was happening until it was too late, and they could live their full potential together. 

No.

He can’t do that.

Not unless Hosts tells me that he wants it. 

But until that day comes, or if it never does-

“I’ll keep you safe.” Night kissed Host’s forehead. That was the final thing to finally wake him.

“Huh? Night? Did I fall asleep again?” Host mumbled, opening his eyes and showing Night the wide, endless clouds that they were. 

“You did.” Night chuckled.

“We’re never going to get to watch a new movie at this rate.” Host grunted as he sat up. 

“I’d watch the same movie for the rest of eternity if it meant that you got some rest.” Night leaned back against the couch with another chuckle. “Since someone works himself too much.” 

“I do not work myself that much.” Host huffed, turning around and partially crawling across the couch until he found Night’s lap and sat on it. 

“Really? Because the last time I checked, I have to quite literally drag you from your office nearly every, well, I’d say night, but it’s basically morning by the time I get to you.” Night teased, resting his hands on Host’s hips. 

“Then you should get to me sooner if it’s that big of the problem.” Host teased back with a playful poke to Night’s chest. 

“Or I could make it so you won’t be able to work the next day~” Night purred and tightened his grip on Host. 

“I’d like to see you try.” Host would have been purring as well if he could. 

“Is that a challenge?” 

“It’s a dare.” 

“Get ready, then.” Night stood up, lifting Host with him like he weighed nothing, and was out of the living room and to the bedroom in a blink. 

Yes! I love this so much it's absolute perfection!💗

Ink Month 2023 Day 5

Hunt

Host casually spun his bat in a circle before having the lower end of it land on his shoulder, the metal spikes shining in the moonlight. 

“So…did that Madrick fellow make that bat of yours?” Night asked, walking alongside Host as they walked down the empty street. A call got placed about some Demons causing trouble, and Host insisted on doing the hunt, and then Night insisted on joining. 

“He did make this one. After I experienced his mallet a few times, he offered to upgrade my usual weapon.” Host explained.

“Wait, upgrade?” 

“Yep.” Host stopped and suddenly had the top of the bat aiming right at Night’s face. “Before that, I just used a normal bat to bash in skulls as needed.” He smiled before putting the bat on his shoulder and continued walking. 

“Holy shit.” Night cursed to himself, needing a moment to put his brain back, and then caught up to Host. “Well, hopefully, these Demons are just being troublesome teenagers, and you won’t have to use that bat on them.” 

“I’m hoping for a workout.” Host chuckled. Night began laughing with him before stiffening, the change in the air much more noticeable to him. 

“You’ve got your wish.” Night quickly turned and easily caught two Demons trying to rush Host, throwing them aside and then leaping to where they landed. “Do either of you have any idea what you are doing?” He snarled his question, stepping down on one of the Demon’s chests and holding the other up by the front of their shirt. 

“We-We were told-told to.” The Demon in the air squeaked, feet kicking helplessly in the air. Night sniffed and noticed that they were both low-ranks. Another sniff told him there was a third one.

A middle-rank. 

“Damn it.” Night dropped the Demon and turned, ready to launch himself again to save Host.

But that wasn’t needed. 

Host cracked his bat across the Demon’s face, kicking them over with a book to the chest, and then he stood over them, swinging the bat down on the Demon’s head over and over and over again until he was panting heavily and satisfied with his work. Host bent down, placed his hand into the mess that used to be the Demon’s head, and straightened back up, blood dripping down his palm and fingers. 

“Host.” Night breathed out as he made his way over to him. 

“I think this one thought I’d be an easy kill.” Host chuckled, turning his head to where he had heard Night and smiling. 

He was a mess as well, the blood on his hand, and he had more of it splattered across his face and chest. Night couldn’t help the little growl that rumbled in his throat as he wrapped an arm around Host’s waist and pulled him close, uncaring that they were standing on a Demon’s corpse. 

“I think there’s another kind of workout you’re going to have~” 

“I might need to clean up first.” Host tilted his head when Night started nipping at his neck. 

“No need.” Night’s chuckle was deep in his throat before he hugged his arm tighter around Host and lifted him off the ground. 

“You dirty Demon.” Host teased.

“You know it.” Night hummed playfully before taking off to get the two of them home. 

The low-ranks that were left behind simply shared a look before scrambling to their feet and running away, deciding to pretend that all of this never happened. 

*squeals* I love this so much!! ❤️ 💗

Also the other demons are staying far away from Night cuz they know he's in a bad mood

Ink Month 2023 Day 4

Selfish

“He will be fine. A collection of minor injuries, a fracture in his arm, and a possible concussion.” Edward said to Dark, the two of them standing outside the room Host was resting in. “We will continue to monitor him, but I am more than confident he will recover with no problems. He’s already awake..”

“I still can’t believe he went after several middle-ranks alone. What was he thinking?” Dark sighed with a shake of his head. “Even I would struggle with that. He’s lucky to be alive.” 

“Pride is still a big part of Host, even if he claims to have gotten over it with his age, loss of sight, and wanting to focus on the younger Hunters. He got called out. He couldn’t let that go.” 

“Well, those Demons won’t be calling anyone out for the rest of eternity.” Dark couldn’t help from softly chuckling. 

“I think Host has a different Demon to worry about.” Edward gestured down the hall where Night was storming down it, almost looking like he was on the verge of going feral. Dark took hold of Edward’s arm and got them out of the way, Night not even seeing them as he went into the room. 

“What the hell were you thinking!?” Night snapped as he closed the door. 

“Good morning to you, too.” Host weakly laughed, not bothering to turn his head. He was bandaged up, his arm in a sling, and a monitor had the steady beeping of his heart rate. 

“Why did you go after them!? Why did you fight them alone!?” Night went over to stand at the side of Host’s bed. 

“They said I couldn’t stop them, and I proved them wrong.” Host stated.

“They were almost right! Look at you.” Night made a face at his wording. “Don’t.” He said before Host could make his usual joke. 

“You should see the Demons.” Host decided to say that instead. 

“Congratulations, you killed them, but they almost did the same to you.” 

“But they didn’t.” 

“For fuck’s sake, Host! That’s not what the problem is!” Night ran his hands through his hair in frustration.

“My job is to protect others from dangerous Demons. Those Demons would have started hunting in that town if I didn’t stop them.” Host finally turned his face toward Night

“You could have gotten back up. You could have at least called Dark or someone who could help. You can’t do this on your own anymore.” 

“Because I’m blind?”

“Because you’ve been at this longer than some Hunters have been alive. Because you’ve earned the privilege to do your work from here. Because-”

“You can’t tell me I can only stay here. It’s not fair to have the other Hunters go out in the field while I hide behind a desk.” Host turned his head back away, wanting this conversation to end but refusing to back down. 

“You’re not hiding. You’re doing what is needed to keep them alive as well.” Night took hold of Host’s hand and squeezed it. 

“It’s selfish of me to not help as much as I can.” 

“It’s not.”

“It is.”

“Then you can call me selfish because I don’t want you to die.” Night’s voice cracked, and he placed his other hand on his chest. He felt this tightness in there and fought the tears threatening to form. “I love you, Host. I can’t lose you.” There was a long pause as the two stayed where they were before Host finally broke the silence. 

“You love me?” 

“Yeah…I’m sorry it took so long to say it.” Night lifted Host’s hand and kissed his knuckles. “I can be a bit stubborn.” 

“As can I.” Host took a deep breath. “Alright, I won’t go on my own anymore.” He swallowed and sniffed. “I love you, too.” 

“You better.” Night chuckled and leaned over to kiss Host. 

“Not going on my own or loving you back?” Host asked with a soft chuckle against Night’s lips.

“Both.” Night chuckled as well before kissing Host again. 

This is very funny but I also thought of Al the Cat whenever he sees Mare.

Al when he sees Mare and whips out the knife

Al: So you have chosen death!!

Mare: What did I do!?!

My immediate thought was “why is anti on my timeline?” I can’t see a cat and a knife together I just immediately think of the boy XD

Anti really do be having some 'angy cat with a knife' energy XD

I also feel like a pic like this is what Anti's contact photo in someone's phone is

Dang! Well then I'll take 18 with Night being a vampire and Host a human

I definitely Host and Night with #25 💋

I’m sorry, darlin’, but that day has been taken. Here are some open options if that’s okay! 💜

2,6,8,9,10,12,14,15,16,17,18,19,20,24,28,29,30,31

Oh for sure. Dark would realize Wilford has been gone for a little while and then finds him in the cuddle pile with his JJ. He wants to sigh but he finds it kinda cute to see him like this and he leaves them be. 😊

We still talking about cuddles on this blog XD

Imagine the Ipliers learning about the Septiceye cuddle-pile or witnessing it first-hand

I feel like the Ipliers would be looking for their boyfriends only to find the all cuddling but they're asleep. They find it all adorable and take pics before they leave them be 😍

We still talking about cuddles on this blog XD

Imagine the Ipliers learning about the Septiceye cuddle-pile or witnessing it first-hand

●unscented mind

M3(273×160mm)

2023

AHHHH! I LUV THIS! THANK U SO MUCH!!

2. Kissing their rosy cheeks when it's cold out.

Definitely reminds me of Host and Night in DemonHunter au! 😍

2. Kissing their rosy cheeks when it's cold out. ----------

Host let out a breath through chattering teeth, the snow slowly piling on his shoulders as he walked, his cane leaving lines in the snow on the sidewalk. He had stubbornly stayed at headquarters much longer than he should have. Despite several warnings of the upcoming snow from the others, he decided to finish his task and was now dealing with the consequence of his choice. 

“What are you doing?” A sudden voice made Host instinctively react and swing his cane toward the source. The cane got caught, and the strength behind the hold and how it got placed right back down told Host who was with him. “What are you doing?” Night asked again. 

“I am walking home.” 

“Alone? In the middle of the night? While it’s freezing and snowing?” 

“You sound like I am incapable of handling a simple straight-forward walk.” Host scoffed and started walking once more. 

“I know you can handle a walk just fine. You’ve had your fair share of killing Demons as well. But-” Night’s voice dropped, and he hugged Host from behind. “-there seems to be a very powerful Demon on the loose tonight that’s very hungry~” 

“Really?” Host let out an annoyed sigh but did lean himself back against Night. “Is this how you chose to flirt tonight?” 

“What? Am I being too forward?” Night chuckled, nuzzling his face against the crook of Host’s neck, his much warmer body feeling good against his cold skin. “You always seem to appreciate when I’m fairly blunt.” 

“Couldn’t wait until I got out of freezing snow?” Host’s tone was teasing. 

“What can I say? You’re very irresistible.” Night chuckled. 

“Is that how I managed to get the creator of Demons wrapped around my finger?” Host hummed.

“I wouldn’t put it like that.” 

“I would. If I told you to let me go and finish my walk alone, would you?”

“Oh, hush.” Night mumbled and kissed Host’s cheek, seeing how red they and his nose were. “You really are cold.” 

“Have we not been saying that it’s freezing out here?” 

“Enough, sass. Let’s get you home before I have a popsicle for a mate.” 

“Me? Sass? I would never.” Host’s smile was large as Night groaned loudly. 

“You’re lucky I’ve claimed you.” Night moved to the front of Host and picked him up, something they’d both grown accustomed to whenever Night wanted to go somewhere quickly. 

“What a shame.” Host chuckled, tucking his cane between his arm and side as his other arm went around Night’s neck, and he kissed the Demon’s forehead. “What a shame.” He repeated with another chuckle as he could barely hear a soft rumble of a purr coming from Night before they took off for his home.   ---------- Soft Kissing Prompts: Link