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On Earth As It Is In Heaven-Part 3

Demon!Calum AU

Summary: You escaped death once but that may not be the scariest obstacle you have to face. It’s hard to trust a demon, but is a night between the sheets enough to convince you of his love?

A/N: Warnings include: Smut and a little bit of violence.
I thought this would be the final part but I decided to split it into two, so this is a bit of a filler chapter but hey-hot demon Calum smut sooo…I’ll post part four sometime after this if you guys want so message me/request if you actually want a part 4! 
-Bronte

Part One | Part Two

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“Absolutely not.” His voice was affirmative as he shut you down, folding his arms over his chest and staring down at you through the darkness.

You sat up, switching the bedside lamp on.“If we don’t go then we’ve already lost our chances.”

Calum sighed, shaking his head. “It’s too dangerous, I’m not risking your life.”

“Well if I die, won’t I just be reincarnated and we can try again? I really don’t see a downside to this.”

“It’s not that simple Y/N. Once you’ve given me your soul there’s no turning back. This is our last chance at happiness and if you die…” He struggled to swallow a lump in his throat as he explained. “If you die you won’t be coming back and I’ll have lost you forever.” You could’ve sworn you saw his entire face flicker in a mixture of fear and sadness as he explained what the possible repercussions of your idea could be.

“And if we don’t Cal? Then I’ll never remember you and I might as well be dead.” You deadpanned and immediately you saw his whole body stiffen.

“How do you know you won’t remember on your own? You said yourself that some memories have been coming back right?” He asked hopefully.

“I just know Cal. Unless we go to the garden I’ll never get my memories back.” You tried to reason but he was having none of it.

“I’ve been waiting so long for you to love me again angel. I just don’t want to lose you.” He furrowed his eyebrows in anger.. “I didn’t ever think this would be my life. I thought we would be together for eternity and now look at us. Two ex-angels on the run from God and hell and Death and everything in between.” He spoke bitterly, getting up from the bed and stalking over towards the door.

“Calum wait!” You threw the covers off and ran towards him, catching his wrist in your small hand.

You brushed the fringe from his eyes, taking his cheek in your hand so that his wandering eyes would meet yours. “We’ve been through too much to stop now. We owe it to ourselves to try.”

His expression was pained as he took your wrists in his hands, his voice lowering to an almost inaudible decable as his eyes flickered back to the raw black color. “How could the purest angel ever fall in love with a demon from hell?”

You offered him a small smile, tilting his chin down so that his eyes met yours. “I never stopped loving you Cal. I just forgot how to.”

His eyes melted back into the deep brown shade you had grown to adore as he stared down at you with a newfound passion. He gripped your hips, slipping his fingers under your tee shirt and circling his fingers over your sensitive skin. “Well then, how about I refresh your memory?”
He grabbed your face and pulled you in, smashing his full lips onto yours, reaching back down your torso and wrapping his strong arms around your waist. You moaned into him as you grabbed fistfuls of his shirt and giving it the slightest of tugs, signaling him to remove it. He happily obliged, stripping himself of his shirt revealing his toned body and leaving himself in nothing but his tight, black skinny jeans that seemed to be growing tighter and tighter the more he kissed you. He didn’t hesitate to rip off the shirt you wore, leaving your chest bare in front of him. You took a few steps back, pulling him with you like a dog on a leash, still keeping your lips connected. You felt your knees hit the bed and with a slight push from Calum, your back hit the soft sheets, his body falling on top of yours. His hands fiddled with the waistband of your sleeping shorts as if he was waiting for your permission to take them off. You nodded, giving him the permission he needed.

“You’re my heaven, angel. My own personal heaven put on this earth just for me.” His voice was gruff as he pulled your shorts off, leaving you in only your underwear. “What do you say angel? Are you going to give me a taste of heaven?”

You whimpered in response, rapidly nodding your head and pulling his lips back to yours as your nimble fingers worked at the button of his jeans. Catching onto your hint, he quickly kicked on his jeans off, followed by his boxers and letting his growing erection out of its confinements.

“I missed you so much. I’ve waited so long. And now you’re mine again.”He rasped, his fingers pulling at your peaked nipples before he captured one of them in his mouth and swirling his sinful tongue around the sensitive bud.
You could feel the wetness seeping to your core as he lifted his mouth up to speak into your ear, his raspy voice sending chills down your spine.
“Just a little taste baby.”

“I want you-need you- so bad Calum.”You groaned, pulling at his hair.

“What do you need angel? Use those pretty lips to tell me what you need.”

“I n-need you inside me.”

“You’ll have to do better than that baby.”

“Oh God, Calum I need you to fuck me. Use your thick cock to fuck my pussy and make me feel good, Cal i’m so ready for you, please!” You cried out, the words falling out of your mouth without a second thought.

“As you wish angel.”
He entered you slowly at first, his hands trailing down your body and his lips leaving kisses down your jawline. Soft moans fell from his lips as he pushed deeper and deeper inside you, his length filling you up completely.

“You feel…feel so good angel.” He whimpered as he began thrusting in and out of you, quickening his pace as he rotated his hips. One of his hands gripped your breasts, kneading it in his palm as the other gripped your leg, pushing it down to the mattress so he could thrust even deeper inside you so that his balls slapped against your firm ass. 
He continued like this for what felt like hours, using his fingers to rub on your sensitive clit, his mouth spreading kisses along your entire body. His pace was steady, the rhythm matching your mixed breathing. His body shone with sweat, giving him an almost angelic glow as his strong arms held him just above you.

“C-Calum.” You whined as you felt the familiar bubble of a climax brewing in the pit of your stomach. His teeth nipped at your earlobe whispering sweet nothings in your ear though his voice was becoming choppier and you could tell he was close to finishing as well.

“Oh God I’m going to come baby, going to come inside you. I-I need you to come with me okay? I want it to be to-together.” He gasped, chest heaving as he squeezed his eyes shut, preparing for his orgasm.

“Open your eyes Cal. Look at me.” Your voice was the final push he needed for his release and following your command, his eyes shot open and met yours.
To your surprise they were pitch black, and you couldn’t help but let out a gasp at the sight at the two inky pits that overtook his once brown irises. Calum buried his head in your shoulder as he released his load inside of you, grunting as he flopped back down on top of you. But you achieved no release as the image of his blackened eyes burned in your brain. You had let your guard down whereas previously you had been prepared for his soulless eyes to make an appearance. But in the middle of heated sex? You were not ready for his demon essence to make an appearance with his cock buried deep inside you.

“I’ve waited centuries to feel you again angel and hell, you felt so good.” He moaned breathlessly, sighing in content as he pulled out and flipped over to lay beside you.

“Calum your eyes.” You whispered, your naked body shaking. Calum’s picked up his head from the pillow and turned to face you shaking his head so his eyes faded back to their normal brown shade.

“Y/N I-”

“It’s okay Cal, it just shocked me that’s all.” You offered him a weak smile.

“I’m sorry, it just happens by itself when I get worked up is all.” He grinned, tracing his finger between your breasts, causing you to suck in your breath and his eyes widened at the realization that he was the only one who had climaxed.

“No matter what color my eyes are, no matter if I’m a fallen angel, a human or a demon from hell, I will always love you. It is always going to be you for me and neither the glory of heaven nor the torture of hell will change that.” He whispered between kisses as he forged a trail down your torso.

“Mmm Calum.” You moaned as he nestled himself between your open thighs. He pressed his lips to the inside of your thigh, biting down ever so slightly to build you back up again. Finally, he pressed the flat of his tongue against your opening, licking a stripe up your slit ending with a flick of his tongue against your swollen clit as you moaned his name and threaded your fingers through his hair.

“Does my angel like it when I suck on her pussy?”

You could only moan in response as he inserted two fingers inside of you, his tongue continuing to lap at your wetness like it was a fine meal. His fingers rubbed over your small bud and then reached up to cradle your breasts as he continued to tongue fuck your pussy. “Angel you taste so sweet. You’re so good to me angel, so perfect. Oh god, this pussy was sent to me from heaven. Made just for my mouth…and my cock.” He purred, praising you.

“I’m gonna…gonna…” You stuttered and you could feel his smirk against your core.

“Let go angel. Let go for me.”

In a rush of heat you could feel yourself hitting the edge, grasping both at the sheets and Calum’s dark locks as his tongue and his fingers brought you to climax and with a final moan of his name you came violently, all over him.

You sighed in relief as he crawled back up the bed to lay next to you, wrapping his arms around you as you both snuggled in a comfortable silence.

“Alright, we’ll go.” He broke the silence with a sigh as he stared off in the darkness, proving his hesitancy, but you only smiled, kissing his cheek to show your gratitude.

“We’re going to figure this out Cal, I promise.” He gave you a soft smile, tilting your head towards him to press a chaste kiss to your forehead.

“We better. I won’t lose you again Y/N.”

You gave him a peck on the lips before settling back into bed with Calum’s arms still securely wrapped around you. You knew you couldn’t fully love him without all your memories back, but the feeling inside you now with his arms around you and the sound of his breathing lulling you to sleep, you couldn’t help but feel you were pretty damn close anyway.

“I love you Y/N.” His voice echoed in your ear.

“I know.”

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The dawn broke through the window, stirring you from your sleep. You had been having a lovely dream, or what you assumed to be a new memory, of Calum but as surely as the sun had rose, the memory slipped away from you and your grunted in frustration.

“Look who’s awake.”

“How long have you been up?” You questioned, gesturing to his fully clothed and fully awake form which was a stark contrast to your groggy demeanor.

“I don’t really sleep actually.”

“Like ever?”

“Yeah like ever. It’s a demon thing. I think it falls under the category of personal punishment because wow do I miss sleeping.” He exhaled, as he began picking up your previously discarded clothes and tossed them on the bed. “You ready to go?”

Pulling on your tee shirt and a pair of jeans you tossed your hair up before Calum dragged you out of the cabin and headed towards a sleek, silver Audi that certainly hadn’t been there yesterday and clicking it unlocked.

“Where the hell did you get this? What about the motorcycle?”

“I’m not risking using the same vehicle twice so we’re switching it up. Get in the car.”

“No.” You crossed your arms as your kindhearted nature took over. “I refuse to help you steal a car.”

“Who says we’re stealing it?” He asked defensively, but you raised your eyebrows at him. “Its more like borrowing.” He mumbled.

“No, I’m not doing this.”

“Just get in the car, I’ll deal with it later.” He was beginning to get annoyed, but still you refused him.

“NO!”

“Get in the fucking car Y/N.” He seethed, struggling to keep his temper under control. Centuries of being a part of a legion of demons had tainted his once angelic soul, and while he tried to keep the outbursts under control sometimes mind over matter just wasn’t enough.

“I said no!” Your refusal reverberated all the way into his chest where a deep growl was beginning to form. Calum was across the parking lot in a flash, his hand gripping your arm as he towered over you; his scowl menacing as he dug his fingers into your skin.

“Are you forgetting that I fucking own you? You sold your soul to me princess which means you do what I fucking tell you to. Now get in the goddamn car.”

You could hardly recognize the man standing in front of you now. With his soulless eyes and hard set features he was so much different than the soft individual who had made love to you last night. His demon side had completely taken over and that terrified you. A single tear trickled down your cheek and you struggled to wipe it away before he saw. Wrenching yourself out of his grip, you ripped the passenger door of the Audi open and climbed inside. You curled up on the leather seat, turning your back to the driver’s side door as Calum climbed in after you before starting the engine and screeching out of the drive way of the cabin and speeding down the highway. His steely expression remained as he drove, but it softened slightly at the sight of a steady stream of tears rolling down your cheeks.

“Y/N…” He reached out to place a hand on your thigh but you flinched.

“Don’t touch me.” You hissed. “Or do. I guess you can do whatever you want since you own me.” You spat, the venom in your tone obvious.

“Y/N don’t be like that.” Calum scolded. He felt guilty, but the part of him that was still stuck in his demon ways was glad he had such power over you. He wished it could be different. He wished that he could go back to the angel who only had eyes for you instead of this creature who was so torn between loving you and hurting you. Eden was his only hope now and you might not even survive it.

Staring out the car window, you tried hopelessly to dry your tears, but they would not cease. Last night had been an absolute dream and you were so sure that Calum had been changing from the heartless demon you had met at the crossroads. But his actions just now had disproved everything and now you weren’t sure about anything.

How were you going to fall in love with someone who terrified you every time he lost control? He may say he loved you, but it was hard to be sure with how much and how quickly he changed. You needed certainty, and if what you saw in your dreams was true, then Eden was the only place you were going to get it.

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Part 4

Masterlist

♫ I want to take my heart to the end of the world,
And fly away, fly away tonight ♫

On Earth As It Is In Heaven-Part 2

Demon!Calum AU

Summary: You thought you were selling your soul to a demon but instead it paid for his sins. You were supposed to be the ticket back to heaven, but to him you’re much, much more. 

A/N: Warnings contain death and violence. Here is part two! Thank you so much for all the lovely feedback for part one:) 

Part One

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“So I guess you could say death is literally knocking at our door.” You chuckled.

“All this time and you still haven’t gotten any funnier.”

“Calum!”

“Sorry babe, I lost all my sympathy after a millennia in hell can you blame me?” He laughed, squeezing your hand so you knew he was joking. You humphed in response as Calum stuck his head out the window, looking around to see if they could be expecting any more unwelcomed guests.

“I can smell her soul from here boy, don’t keep Death waiting.” You could hear the smugness in the voice outside the door and once again it sent chills down your spine. The pounding grew louder and louder and you could hear the flimsy wood of the door beginning to break.

“Calum?”

“Yes?”

“What happens if he…it…they catch us?”

Calum stopped what he was doing, turning around to look at you with sad eyes. “If Death touches you, then you die. Simple as that. Though luckily, he wears gloves most of the time but I can’t imagine what he would do to get you so we need to move.” He stepped out onto the fire escape, before turning back and helping you out of the window, but as soon as you had one foot on the platform, the front door came flying off it’s hinges. You turned to look at the figure standing in the doorway. You wished you hadn’t. He was tall and slender, his skin sickly and haggard as he stepped through the threshold and came towards you. As soon as you made eye contact with his dark pupils, you were transported to another world.

You saw yourself, barefoot and dressed in animal skin as you ran through the jungle, a hungry tiger following you closely. You felt the pain as it caught up to you, slicing its claws down your back as it jaws clamped on your neck. Suddenly, he vision changed and this time you were trapped in the hold of a ship, the water rising as you cried out for anyone to open the hatch and let you out. The ship was going down and as it sunk below the surface, the water filled every inch of the small room, stealing your precious oxygen from you as your world became black. Again, you were jolted into another world as the people around you chanted for your death. Your hands were tied behind you as the executioner forced you to your knees before swinging the sharpened axe that ended your life once more before your mind transported you to a different room filled with orange flame. You skin was already covered in soot as your lungs begin to fill with smoke. Luckily, the smoke that had already entered your lungs choked you before the searing fire could burn you. The visions came so quickly, one after the other. Shot. Stabbed. Strangled. Head wound. Disease. You felt the pain of each one of them shooting through your entire body in the instant they had come, like you were reliving every single kind of death imaginable.
The feeling of a familiar hand in yours pulled you from the nightmare.

“Y/N let’s go!” Calum tugged you away from the sickly looking man, but his smirk told you that the visions had been sent from him. In an instant, the man was looming over you, some supernatural power allowing him to move faster than a man his age should have been able to.

“Oh how many times I have been blessed to see your life fade away.” His raspy voice echoed in your ear. “I look forward to trading your corpse for my freedom.” His hands weren’t gloved, you noticed, as they closed around your neck.

You could hear Calum screaming your name as Death’s skin touched yours and you braced for the impact of darkness to overtake you. But it never came.

Death’s eyes went wide as he realized that his touch had no effect on you, his grip relenting ever so slightly, giving Calum the distraction he needed to literally pull you from death’s grasp. The lanky old man was in too much shock to follow as Calum pulled you the rest of the way out the window and into the cool night air as you gasped for breath.

He tugged you towards a sleek, black motorcycle, letting go of your hand so that he could mount the bike. He gestured for you to follow suit but you took a step back, hesitantly shaking your head and crossing your arms protectively in front of your body.

“No. I am not getting on that death trap. And certainly not with you driving.”

Calum sent you a glare, that if you hadn’t been already used to, would have chilled you to the bone.

“Get on the fucking bike Y/N.” He growled and the fire in his eyes caused you to reconsider disobeying him. Taking the extra helmet from him and shoving it on your head, you climbed on the back of the bike and wrapped your arms securely around his torso.

He drove dangerously, going twice as fast as he needed to and taking the corners sharp, you assumed to scare you-which unfortunately was working. You clutched his body tighter as the wind whipped through at your body, and you swore you could feel him smirking as he continued speeding down the dark roads of the city. He drove like that for almost an hour before he finally turned off onto a dirt road leading to a log cabin that looked as if it were a prop on a horror movie set. He pulled the motorcycle to a halt, and you tumbled off the bike, gasping to air as he chuckled.

“Sometimes I forget that you’re not as used to living on the wild side as I am.”

You rolled your eyes, still attempting to catch your breath as you took off the helmet and handed it back to him.

“Don’t worry, I think it’s cute how fragile you are.” He winked at you before wrapping his arm around your shoulders and directing you into the house. He placed a small kiss on the top of your head and you couldn’t help but allow the blood to rush into your cheeks at the feeling of his plump lips on your skin.

The house was surprisingly nice on the inside and you were curious as to how Calum had come upon it, but decided for the sake of your sanity not to ask any questions. Plopping down on the couch with an exhausted sigh, you closed your eyes but immediately reopened them with a jolt as Calum plopped down next to you.

“So, do you wanna tell me why you’re not dead right now?”

“What?”

“Death, he touched you with his bare hands and you’re not dead. Explain.” His thick eyebrows were knit together and the blackness of his pupils began to fill the rest of his eyes  and you could tell he was trying to look intimidating. But that didn’t work on you anymore.

“I don’t know Cal.”

“The hell you mean you don’t know?”

“Well, when he was looking at me I could feel myself dying over and over again.” Your voice was hushed as you recalled the violent flashbacks that had overcome you.

“Is that why you were frozen? I was calling out to you, trying to make you move but it was like you were in another world.”

“I saw myself Cal. In every life I’ve lived since the very beginning. I experienced every single last breath I’ve ever taken in less than a single moment.” You began to cry, tears welling in your eyes as you recounted the last couple hours. “It didn’t feel like it would ever stop because I couldn’t even imagine a time where I wasn’t dying. He did that just by looking at me, but he couldn’t kill me, I just…I don’t understand!” You sobbed. “Why can’t I understand?”

It had been a long time since Calum had felt any trace of a positive emotion. Ever since you had been torn from his life, he had not felt a single ounce of joy nor one degree of pleasure. Life as a demon had allowed him to be without moral and carefree, completely draining his feelings of sympathy or compassion. But now as he saw the tears running down your soft cheeks, a light inside him seemed to flip on that he didn’t think would ever be a part of his existence again.
In one swift move, Calum had you cradled in his arms as you sobbed onto his shirt.“This isn’t what I wanted for us. This isn’t what I wanted for you. I’m so sorry baby. Oh, my sweet angel I’m so sorry.” For the first time in his existence, Calum began to cry. Hot tears poured down his face, landing on your hair as he rocked you back and forth.

“I just don’t understand what’s happening. I wish I knew how I was supposed to act and what I was supposed to do and feel but I don’t recall. I can’t remember anything. It comes in flashes and then it disappears, like it’s taunting me, allowing me to see just enough happiness before it’s ripped away again.”

“Y-You have flashbacks?” He asked, surprised.

You nodded. “I can tell they’re starting to come back little by little.”

“Y/N…” He began slowly. “If your memories are starting to come back, then does that mean you might be falling in love with me again?” He couldn’t hide the glint of hope in his voice as he asked, but you only sighed and squeezed your eyes shut, pinching the bridge of your nose as you concentrated on what to say.

“Don’t ask me what it means Cal, because I have no idea and I’m not ready to quantify anything yet. Just let time take its course.” You offered him a weak smile, but he had never been the patient type.

His lips met yours like fire eating up the oxygen in a burning room. It wasn’t like the last time you had kissed him, which had been bittersweet since it had been what you thought was supposed to be the final nail in your coffin. No, this time was different. This time it was mutual. You kissed him back with all the fervor you had and he melted into you in the way only a millennia of waiting could justify. His strong hands found your hips as he pulled you onto his lap as if he couldn’t bear to be any further away from you. You wrapped your arms around his neck, your fingers subtly playing with the baby hairs at the base as you continued to move your lips in rhythm with his. This time, it felt like you were made to be here-and essentially, you were.

The vision came softly this time and it felt like you were floating as your mind was filled with pictures of Calum dressed all in white, lying next to you on the white cloud that hovered amongst the heavens. He was laughing and staring at you like you were the very thing that made heaven so enjoyable. His soft brown hair fell into his eyes, but you moved the fringe out of the way so that you could see the little crinkles that made his laugh so enjoyable to watch. He was stunning, you thought, and much different from the hardened version of him that you had come to know in this life. You wished more than anything that somehow he would go back to the beautiful creature you knew he once was instead of this man before you whose heart had been blackened by the eons he had spent without you.

You pulled away from him just slightly, both of you stopping to catch your breath, your hands still all over each other

“Another memory.” You whispered and you watched as his entire face lit up.

“You remembered?”

“Not everything, but I remember us laying on a cloud and you were laughing. We were dressed in white and you looked like…well you looked like an angel Cal.”

Calum smiled, mostly to himself, as he recalled the memory of you and him. “That was the first time I told you I loved you. You teased me and told me not to be so sappy, but I kissed you so you would stop being so mean.” He snickered. “It worked, obviously.”

“I wish I could remember.”

“Me too Y/N. Me too.”

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You were used to sleeping dreamlessly and the bright colors that invaded your slumber were a drastic change from your usually peaceful dreams.

You were in the most beautiful garden you had ever seen in your life. The colors of the flowers were heightened and there was not an unhealthy plant in sight. Each plant seemed to thrive on the existence of the other, the entire garden erupting into harmony as a peaceful feeling washed over you by merely being a part of the atmosphere.
“Y/N!” Calum’s voice called to you from beyond a grassy hill. Following the sound of his voice led you to a small pond, it’s waters crystal clear. “Come on!” He beckoned you from the water as he splashed around, diving under and back again, laughing and hollering for you to join him. Droplets of water dripped off the ends of his hair and down his arms, outlining the veins on his sculpted muscles. You were just about to step over the edge of the hill and jump into the water with him when he was suddenly pulled under. You watched as he struggled to keep afloat, the clearness of the water allowing you to watch as he was dragged to the depths by an unseen force. You could see his lips forming your name as he cried for help, his arms reaching up to the surface where you stood until suddenly you could see him no longer. In a blink of an eye, the beautiful garden turned black, the roots of the trees strangling any form of life and beauty there had once been. The garden was imploding and it was taking you with it, encasing you in a horrific blackness as you screamed out loud.

You woke up with a jolt, gasping for air as reality settled in around you as you yelled Calum’s name, wanting to make sure that he was in fact still here with you. He came rushing in, searching frantically for you in the dimly lit room. He was by your side in an instant, sliding into bed next to you and soothingly rubbing your back in attempts to calm you down.

“It’s okay, it was just a dream.”

“No, Calum I know what we need to do.”

“What do you mean?”

“The dream I just had, Death’s touch not effecting me. I know what it means.”

He looked at you expectantly, waiting for you to continue.

“We need to go back to where it all started. In order for my memories to finally be restored, we need to go back to The Garden of Eden.”

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Part 3

Masterlist

Demon!calum would be a cocky asshole and he’d have you begging on your knees every night but his face would be blotted with black veins whenever you’d ask him to take your soul to turn you into on him because he truly believes himself to be a monster and he’d try to leave you insisting he wasn’t deserving only to come back a week later because he can’t bring himself to stay away

Electric Thunder

.Demon!Michael AU

.First Part

.Michael x O.C

*Smut Warning

.Banner coming soon

.A/n: I wasn’t going to start this yet because my uploading is so uncommon, but it’s Halloween and I thought I better make an effort. xxx


You tried to keep up with the fast-paced music as you danced and swayed between the tightly packed bodies around you. Normally you wouldn’t have too much trouble but given the fact it was Halloween, every time you tried to change direction you were either smacked in the back by a set of angel wings or stumbling over a devil tail.

Once the current overly loud dance music had come to a close, you stumbled towards the outskirts of the floor before heading over to the bar that you were pleased to find almost deserted.

It wasn’t long after you slipped up into a vacant bar stool that you felt the pant of sticky breath fan over the back of your neck. Resisting the urge to shiver in unease, you held yourself high as a man in a Roman warrior costume leaned coolly on the wooden bar top next to you, fixing you with what you presumed was supposed to be a seductive smile.

“Hey pretty demon, what’s your poison?”

Normally on a day to day basis, you didn’t think you were overly pretty.

Tonight, however was a different story and you felt very proud of the way you currently looked.

Having spent the whole of the afternoon coating your skin in a medium grey body paint after successfully dying your locks jet black, you had added small details to complete your costume such as charcoal nail gel, complete black contact lenses and dark eye paint to match.

You had greatly succeeded in turning yourself into a demon; a creature of the night, and you were certain demons didn’t mix with Roman warriors.

“I’m fine thank you, I can buy my own drink.”

Just on cue, the bar tender appeared before you and you made an order for a lime water.

You were here by yourself tonight mainly because you hardly had any close friends but you loved getting dressed up. You weren’t shy by any means so coming out by yourself didn’t bother you, you just always made sure you didn’t end up so shit faced that you couldn’t make it back home at the end of the night.

“Water? Are you serious?”

The Roman next to you laughed but you just ignored him.

Despite your hard attitude towards this stranger, he seemed insistent on staying by your side as he drank his own pint. He seemed a little clumsy and it wasn’t long until he knocked your small bag off the bar and onto the floor.

“Oh, sorry Doll.”

His apology was poor and he made no move to pick up your clutch so, rolling your eyes, you dropped down from your stool to retrieve your belongings. It didn’t take you long to perch yourself back up on your stool, deciding it would be best to just keep your bag in your lap while you continued your drink.

You had hardly wrapped your fingers around your icy glass when a smooth, clear voice spoke up from behind you on your other side.

“Don’t drink that.”

You nearly fell off your seat in surprise as you turned your head to see who had spoken.

The man looked exactly like you, from what you could see anyway. His skin was grey but maybe a little lighter than yours and his dark orbs seemed to sparkle as he looked down to stare into your own. The crop of styled but messy black hair on his head looked so soft it made you want to reach up and run your fingers through it, and his dark clothing blended in so well with the rest of his costume.

How on earth had he managed to make himself look exactly like you?

“Excuse me mate but you’re interrupting us here so if you don’t mind, jog on.”

You were so in awe of staring at your male counterpart you hardly heard the Roman warrior when he spoke, but this new guy at your side seemed to be as sharp as a knife.

With a low chuckle, the demon at your side placed a hand lightly around your waist as he took a step up to your side. His touch wasn’t intimate, but enough to make the Roman think twice about his position.

“And what makes you think I’m going to let you get away with spiking my lady’s drink? I think you and I should step outside and see just how good you are at overpowering people without the help of a drug.”

As he spoke, the demon’s voice steadily became more threatening and as he took a step closer to the Roman, the armour-clad man stumbled way in fear. The demon made sure he was well out of sight before turning back to face you with a concerned look, ever so slightly edging on the side of curiosity.

“Thank you… I hadn’t even realised he put anything in here.”

You smiled uneasily as you lifted your glass in acknowledgment before slowly tipping it down the drainage grid underneath the closest beer pump.

“Nice outfit choice…”

You continued as you placed your empty glass back down and looked up at your heroic demon.

“Well, you would know.”

He answered in a husky voice as his dark lips pulled into a smirk.

“What was it you were drinking?”

He asked softly as he caught the attention of the bartender and without a second thought, you let the stranger buy you another water and lime.

For some reason, you seemed to feel at ease with his man and luckily for you, your look seemed to hold his interest and he didn’t disappear as soon as he handed the money over.

“What’s your name?”

You asked with a light blush to your cheeks, not that it could be seen from under the layers of dark body paint as you took a sip of your drink through a straw.

“Michael Clifford.”

Michael’s answer had no hesitation to it whatsoever and he fixed you with a handsome smile as he asked you for your name.

Tipping your head to the side with a slight shake, you denied him the knowledge.

“That’s classified information.”

You assured before finishing off your water but instead of Michael fixing you with a strange look, he just smirked down at you with determination and his voice held the same attitude.

“I’ll do my best to earn it then.”

You couldn’t ignore the strange feeling that Michael stirred within you and you couldn’t help but feel like you knew him. You didn’t, but there was something about him that felt familiar, and you felt comforted by that.

As you got down from your stool and collected your bag, Michael watched you with a relaxed attitude and an amused smile as you wandered away from him and back into the crowd of dancing bodies.

Having no expectations of Michael following you, you swiftly warmed up to the beat falling from the speakers and you were soon swaying in time with everyone else once more.

Momentarily closing your eyes and just getting lost in the rhythm of Halloween, you all but jumped out of your skin when you felt something run over your waist. Opening your eyes and stumbling around, you were a little surprised to see Michael. His smirk was still plastered to his face and after a few seconds he beckoned you closer, and you only briefly hesitated before you stepped closer to him.

Once you were close enough, Michael reapplied his hands to the bottom of your waist and dropped his face towards yours, being sure to keep a comfortable distance.

He felt warm and safe and tempting but the feeling of excitement that you first felt swiftly faded into one of doubt and insecurity on your part.

You didn’t want to get close to a person who seemed comforting; maybe it was time to go home.

Smiling apologetically up at Michael, knowing you didn’t stand a chance of being heard over the music, you placed a hand gently on his chest and let it linger for a moment, just long enough for his eyes to narrow in questioning before you turned away from his grasp and made your way towards the exit.

Somehow, you knew he was following you, but you didn’t turn to confirm your suspicions.

It was only when you had stepped out into the cold night and felt a chill settle on your skin that you felt someone step up being you.

“Don’t you want to dance?”

You could hear the playful tone to Michael’s voice and you immediately turned against his warm body.

“It’s getting late.”

Michael’s dark eyes orbs regarded you with frustrated longing as he reached up to brush his grey fingers lightly through the ends of your hair.

“But I still don’t know your name.”

He insisted as he inched his lips closer to yours, but you pulled back just a short, teasing distance. You knew if you offered, he would follow you back to your flat and spend the night. You wanted him to follow you, but you didn’t like the fact that he felt so familiar; you didn’t like to get attached to people, but no one had peaked your interest as much as Michael had for a very long time.

“Come with me?”

You purred softly as you ran your fingers lightly down his torso and he almost growled in approval.

“Pretty Demon, I’d follow you anywhere.”

You felt your cheeks burn in a blush but thankfully your paint hid it well.

Lightly brushing your fingers against his, you turned your back and proceeded to walk away from the club and back down the street, Michael following you closely with the occasional affectionate brush against your arm.

It took you about fifteen minutes to weave down the streets into the not so pretty part of town, but the house that contained your ground floor flat was on the outskirts, so it was easy to get to.

As soon as you stepped up to your front door, pausing to fish in your clutch bag for your keys, Michael’s hands brushed lightly but suggestively up your thighs as he pushed you playfully against the front of your door.

He grinded himself against your bum as he squeezed his fingers against your hips, groaning against your ear as he did so.

“Give me your name.”

Michael purred again as you managed to get the key in the lock and push open the door, causing you both to clumsily stumble over the threshold.

“Blue.”

You gasped quietly as Michael kicked the door shut with his foot whilst biting down gently onto your shoulder; his teeth feeling unusually sharp.

“Blue…”

He tested, sounding satisfied with your information.

Resting your hand on his that was currently plastered against your hip, you guided him further into your flat and into a small room at the back of building that contained your bedroom. It was only small but seeing as he was going to be on you anyway, there was more than enough room.

Throwing your bag into the far corner of the room, you turned in Michael’s grasp and he instantly joined your mouths in a heated kiss that made you weak at the knees.

Something about his touch seemed to be driving you wild and you wanted him to have his way with you.

His hands were confident as they racked up your thighs, hooking under the hem of your short dress and pulling it up with his movements.

Michael didn’t hesitate to turn and back you up against the wall as he fought for dominance in your kiss, something he easily won as soon as he pushed his fingers past the elastic of your underwear to dip against your wet heat, causing you to gasp in delight.

With one hand against your body and the other trying to push up your dress, he was having a hard job with your kiss, and in the end he chose to part from your lips in favour of pulling your dress off, something he wouldn’t have achieved without the help on your part.

Once your clothing had been discarded, you arched away from the wall and unclipped your bra before slipping it off your arms. Michael’s face dropped straight away to your left breast and worked his mouth heavily over your skin, causing you to whine in need, especially when his fingers began to stroke and circle your clit at a pleasurably slow pace.

Hastily licking broad strokes from your chest up to your neck, he bit your neck harshly and you winced in pain as his sharp teeth anchored against your skin.

Michael must have noticed your discomfort because he soothed you with a kiss straight away.

“Sorry Beautiful.”

He apologised gruffly as he kissed you once again.

Quickly dismissing his actions, you pushed him back lightly as you cocked your head towards the bed.

“Let’s just get you undressed.”

Smirking, Michael invited you closer with his eyes and you set about unfastening his belt as he shrugged out of his denim jacket and t-shirt.

Instead of removing his underwear, you pushed lightly against his chest as you ushered him back onto the bed. He moved easily with you like you had done this a hundred times and as he shuffled back up the mattress, you crawled slowly after him.

Once you were on top of him with your knees straddling his waist, you leaned low to run your tongue sweetly against his jaw as you lowered yourself against the straining bulge in his boxers, beginning to grind slowly against him.

Michael’s head dropped back as he groaned quietly but you couldn’t blame him; the friction you were creating was delicious.

“Ugh Blue… You’re such a tease.”

Michael groaned up at you as he brought his hands up to hold against your hips, urging you to apply more pressure.

Smiling wickedly, you picked up your speed and you could feel him getting harder beneath you.

Michael’s dark eyes were fixed on the point where you were humping shamelessly against him and you loved the small growling noises that were falling from his lips.

As soon as you began to moan and whine in need above him, Michael decided it was time to get to it and pulled himself up into a sitting position to join your lips in a heated kiss.

Resting your hands lightly against his neck, you held him close as you shared your kiss. Michael planted his own hands securely against your lower back to hold you close as he shuffled off the bed. You could sense his movements so you wrapped your legs comfortably around his waist, helping to hold yourself up as Michael shifted his hands to your backside to help hold you against his body.

Michael’s lips never left yours as he pushed you back up against the wall where he was able to hold you with his upper body as he quickly removed the last of his clothing, letting his shaft finally push against the lace of your underwear.

“Your body is perfect.”

Michael muttered as he started to kiss from the valley of your breasts down to your stomach.

As he lowered you gently to the floor so he could remove your underwear, you shook your head as you wrapped your arms back around his neck as he lifted you in his strong arms once more.

“You don’t need to sweet talk me Mikey.”

Supporting your thigh with one hand, you could feel him position the tip of his shaft against your burning heat, causing you to whine as you tried to push onto him. Smirking, Michael kissed your jaw before replying.

“I’m not.”

As soon as he started to encase himself inside you, he brought his hand back around to support your backside again as he let his hips take over.

He was slightly thicker than what you imagined and you gasped sweetly as he nestled himself deeply.

“Are you okay?”

Michael mumbled gently as he kissed under your ear and as soon as you gave him the nod ‘okay,’ he gripped your body more securely before he began thrusting his hips at a quick pace.

It had been so long since you had been with anyone you’d forgotten just how good it made you feel; the way Michael’s body pressed against yours, the soft pant of his breath against your collar and the slick pounding between your legs; it was bliss.

“That feels so good Baby.”

You groaned softly as you ran your fingers up his neck to lock in his hair, squeezing him close as he proceeded to place sloppy kisses against your chest, grunting quietly as his hips continued to bucked sharply into you.

“Yeah? Say my name then Beautiful.”

Michael grinned, fixing his eyes solely on yours but you shook your head with a smug smile.

“If you want me to moan your name, you’re going to have to earn it.”

You felt him groan in slight disappointment as you placed a teasing kiss against his lips.

“What’s the matter? Surely you can make me moan…”

You grinned as you grazed your teeth playfully against his jaw but before you knew it, Michael had pulled you against his chest and lifted you away from the wall. It only took him a few short steps to reach the end of your bed and drop you down onto the thin mattress.

As you giggled happily, Michael crawled back over your body with a determined look set on his face.

“I’ll make you scream, Princess.”

He purred seductively against your ear as he took a hold of your thigh and re-entered you with hard precision, immediately making you whimper.

Michael smirked proudly as he picked up his speed to rut hotly against you.

The way he moved against you was sending you insane; he seemed to be filling you and hitting just the right spot and you were having a hard time keeping quiet. Hoping to help yourself out, you tipped your head back and focused your eyes on the ceiling rather than Michael’s handsome face, allowing yourself to open your mouth and pant gently, hoping to try and ease the pleasure being created between your two bodies.

Michael seemed to guess your game straight away because you soon felt his warm fingers ghost down your stomach and dip into your core, quickly circling your clit in time with is rough thrusting.

“Don’t deny yourself Princess, you know you want to…”

He panted against your jaw before hotly licking your throat.

“Ugh, you feel so good around my cock Baby, fuck…”

You could feel your cheeks burn red and you couldn’t stop the sweet moan falling from your mouth. You could hear Michael chuckle in response as he squeezed you tighter.

“That’s it Blue, you’re a good girl.”

He groaned as he sucked opened mouthed kisses against your jaw and throat.

Michael was setting your body on fire and you were getting close, you could feel the tight knot form in your abdomen but all too soon, Michael removed his fingers and pulled out of you completely; causing you to bolt up in pure frustration and annoyance.

“Michael! What are you…?”

You all but shouted before trailing off slowly, confused by the massive smirk on his face.

“I told you I’d get you screaming my name.”

You rolled your eyes and were about to give him some smart come back but before you could, he was on you again. Sealing your lips in an apologetic kiss as he regained his hard pace, causing your legs to weakly part further, giving him more than enough room.

Within seconds you were back on edge, whining softly as you held him close, giving him what he wanted as you panted his name over and over against his ear, but you didn’t want to say anything else.

Thighs quivering, you hit your high with a pleasured cry and Michael’s increased grunting signalled he was close too.

Shortly after you, he pulled out just before you felt his cum splatter against your stomach, and you enjoyed tiredly watching his face as he finished himself off.

As soon as he was done, he looked back up at you with his shining, fake black eyes and a soft smile on his lips. Prowling over your body, Michael lowered his face to yours and you joined him in a deep kiss.

“Stay tonight?”

You whispered tiredly against his lips once you parted, and he smiled handsomely in response.

“Are you sure?”

He asked quietly and you nodded your head as you stifled a yawn.

“Mhmm, just let me up so I can use the bathroom.”

Michael rolled off you and began to search for his boxers as you padded out of your room and into the bathroom next door.

After removing your contact lenses, you cleaned your stomach and ran a brush through your tangled hair. Your body paint was quite thick but you made the effort to wash it off your face and neck and it made you feel so much fresher; the rest would have to wait until tomorrow.

Catching a glimpse of your normal skin in the bathroom mirror, you couldn’t help but notice how sharp the marks on your collar were, not the shape you would normally expect from a bite, but you were tired and couldn’t be bothered to ask questions about it at this time of night.

Turning off the bathroom light and entering your room, you found Michael nestled comfortably under your duvet, lifting it open for you once you had pulled an old t-shirt over your head to sleep in.

Seeing as you only had a small bed, the most comfortable position for you was to rest on your side with your back against Michael’s chest.

Michael draped an arm over your waist and lazily tangled your legs together as he pulled you closer, smiling softly as he groaned in pure comfort.

Closing your eyes, you thought it would take you a while to fall asleep with a stranger but on the contrary, you couldn’t remember a time when you fell asleep so easily.

.Masterlist

no but Calum being a demon and coming on earth and his target is you but he watches you and he realises that his tarnished soul belongs to you and only you and day by day he falls in love with you and he spends time with you and you fast realise that he is in every meaning of the word your soulmate but he knows that he can’t be with you but he can’t be without you and you’d have to sacrifice everything to be with him but before any decisions can be made his demon buddies Michael and Luke appear with their own soulmates in tow and so they pull him back down and the girls look over you before they follow and then driven insane by your need for him you commit an act against God and nature and you murder someone before realising and in your despair you take your own life but what you did was an act of love but as you reach heavens gates you beg and cry to be allowed with him because you don’t want to live in a place where he’s not there but they force you through the gate and there he’s stood, white wings with some rumpled black feathers and you throw yourself into his arms crying but he’s so happy because your absolute love for him saved him from eternal damnation and hatred and he couldn’t love you more even if he tried.

Demon Calum (Part 1?)

Description: A long (sorry guys) blurb about Demon Calum getting a summer job as Satan’s intern.

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P.S. Ashton will get written into Part 2 for all you Ashton girls out there


Member: Sarah 

Word Count: 1.6k+

Warnings: None

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For as long as I can remember I’ve dreamt about working for Satan. It’s every demons dream job. Good pay, great work environment, and the networking opportunities are endless. Ever since I was a kid it’s all I’ve ever wanted to do, and my dream is finally coming true.

Well, almost.

I haven’t been offered a job yet, but I, along with 2 others, have been chosen as summer interns for The King of Hell himself, Satan. I’ll be working in the same building as my idol. I’m still shocked I was even chosen. Around 2,000 other graduating demons applied for the internship opportunity, and I got it. Incredible. I mean, I wasn’t necessarily surprised though. I was valedictorian of my class, my possession success rate was well over 90%, and after I spent a week on Earth last spring break the human race spent months trying to clean up after my destruction. I’m a dream. From what I’ve heard, Satan chooses 1 out of the 3 summer interns at the end of the summer and offers them a job on the spot. I’ll stop at nothing to get what I want, and I want that job.

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On Earth As It Is In Heaven-Part 4

Demon Calum AU

Summary: What is it going to take for you to fall for the crossroad demon? What will it take for you to love him again? The heavens are against him but he would do anything for his angel. 

A/N: This is the final part of this series! Thanks to everyone for sticking with me through this whole thing! I hope you enjoy the end and if you have any questions feel free to shoot me a message:) Happy reading!
-Bronte
Warnings: Violence, Death

|Part One| |Part Two| |Part Three|

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“How much longer?” You grunted, your first audible interaction since the little road trip in the stolen Audi had started four hours ago.

“Not too much further.” Calum kept his eyes on the road, worried that any movement on his part would scare you back into silence.

“And you’re sure you know where it is?”

“Well I was there when it was created, so I’m sure I can manage.” He huffed.

“Of course you were.” You muttered, rolling your eyes. For whatever reason, right now every little thing he did irritated the hell out of you.

“Don’t get smart with me princess, you were there too.”

“Whatever.” You mumbled, crossing your arms and staring back out the window.

“Will you stop?” He groaned, his thick eyebrows knitting together in annoyance.

“Stop what?”

“You’re acting like a child Y/N.“

"At least I’m not acting like a monster.” You could feel the familiar burn behind your eyes as hot tears threatened to fall. You knew the comment was cruel, but you couldn’t stop it from escaping your lips. His recent behavior was the elephant in the room and you needed to talk to him about it one way or another.

Immediately his entire demeanor changed from cocky demon to broken boy as your words struck him.

“You..you don’t mean that angel.” He sniffed, his eyes becoming visibly puffier.

“Calum…” You were at a loss for words, unable to keep up with his shift in behavior so quickly.

“I promise I’m trying to be better for you. I know you want me to be the man you keep seeing in your dreams, but this is who I am now.” He clutched the steering wheel harder, his knuckles turning white as his grip turned to iron. “I am so terrified that after everything, you won’t be able to fall in love with me because I’m just too different. But you? You’re the same girl you’ve always been. Just as sweet and beautiful and pure. And me? I’ve been tainted, darkened and dragged through hell to the point where any goodness in me has been destroyed and I can’t help but think I can’t be good enough for you. Hell I know I’m not good enough for you, but I don’t think anyone has ever loved someone as much as I love you and I can only pray that that will be enough.”

You were silent as you processed his confession, thoughts whirring through your head at a million miles an hour.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered. “I’m sorry that you got the worst of it all and I owe it to you to at least try.” You began, your forehead creasing as you thought of what to say next. “But I want to love you as an equal not as someone you think you own.”

“I don’t think that.”

“Then why do you keep bringing it up?” You asked, still hurting from his last show of power over you. He was silent for a moment, processing your words before he spoke. 

“What if I give it back?”

“What?”

“Your soul, what if I give it back to you?”

“Can you do that?”

“Well i’ve never done it before, but there’s nothing that says I can’t.” He shrugged, as he turned off the main road and began traveling down a dirt path. “If it will make you happy then I’ll give it back.”

“Thank you Calum.” You smiled.

“Anything for you angel.”

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Calum pulled the car to the side of the road and got out, with you clambering behind him.

“This isn’t Eden is it?” You asked, surveying the scene. He had taken you to a small meadow surrounded by a thin layer of pine trees.

“No, but it’s the gateway to Eden.”

“Of course it is.” You sighed, following Calum to the middle of the field where he had stopped you.

“But first, let me give you back what’s yours.” Gripping your waist, Calum pulled you into him and pressed his lips to yours. This kiss was light, without passion like it had been last night and without contempt like it had been the first time. It was graceful and you could feel hot energy seeping from his lips and into your open mouth in a flurry of pulsating white light. Once the feeling had stopped, he released you, pressing a tiny kiss to your lips before letting you go completely.

“You’re free now.” His bright smile suddenly triggered another memory of him, wrapping you in that same white light that had returned your soul.

“I could listen to you play all day Cal.” You were smiling, once again both of you dressed head to toe in garments as white as snow.
“All my songs are about you, you know. The harmony is your laugh, the rhythm your heartbeat, the words your voice whispering that you love me.” He strummed the lyre, his wings unfurling in a burst of glory as he continued playing the sweet instrument.
“We are bound for eternity Y/N, you and me. And I will sing of your love forever.”

You gasped as you snapped back into reality. “Calum I know why Death’s touch didn’t affect me!”

“What? How?”

“It’s because of you! He couldn’t take something that wasn’t there. You had my soul and so it was no longer up for grabs and he couldn’t extract it.” You exclaimed. “We’re bound together Cal. You said it yourself, I remember!” You were delighted at the realization, but Calum’s expression brought you down again.

“But Y/N. If I just gave you your soul back…then you can be killed again.” He stood motionless, swallowing a lump in his throat as he realized what he’d just done.

You were quiet as well, unsure of what to say as he stared at you. “Well, then I guess we’ll just have to be more careful.” You spoke defiantly, trying to calm him down as best you could.

“I suppose we will.” He huffed before turning and walking towards the edge of the wood. You followed him closely, running to keep up with his long strides and latching onto his arm, for either comfort or safety: you weren’t entirely sure.

He led you towards a rotting tree on the outskirts of the forest where he suddenly let go of your hand and picked up a rock before he began violently hitting the trunk of a rotting tree with it.

“Uh Calum?” You raised your eyebrows at his sudden display of oddity, but he kept on hammering the rock into the tree trunk until suddenly the bark broke and the rock hit metal, sending sparks flying in all directions. “Woah.”

Out from the center of the tree, Calum pulled out a long sword complete with a leather scabbard which he tied around his waist, allowing the sword to dangle revealingly from his hips. “I wasn’t about to stroll up to Eden unarmed now was I?”

“No, I suppose not.” You stifled a laugh at the sight of Calum readjusting his sword to hang off his skinny jeans. It wasn’t a sight you ever would have thought you would see.

“Been hiding this baby here for eons. And now I finally get to use her again. You won’t believe the damage she can…What?”  He stopped his rambling, noticing your comic stare.

“Nothing Cal.” You held back your laughter and he raised his eyebrows. “You just look a little funny.”

“I look funny?” He raised his eyebrows, holding back his own laughter before suddenly he strode towards you and began pinching your sides, tickling his fingers over your body as you wheezed laughter.

“Calum!” You gasped for air, laughter bubbling from both of you as he continued his tickle assault.

“Who looks funny now?!” He laughed as your legs gave out and you tumbled to the grass, him falling down on top of you as he kept on tickling you. “Say I’m the best in the world!” He instructed, fingers roaming your sides and arms and stomach but you shook your head in refusal, the laughter falling from your lips hindering your ability to speak. “Say ‘Calum I think you’re the best ever!’” He giggled.

“C-Calum I think you’re the best!” You gasped.

“The best what!?” The crinkles by his eyes signaled his playfulness as he leaned in so his nose was brushing yours, his breath ghosting your cheek as he waited for you to give in.

“CALUM YOU’RE THE BEST IN THE ENTIRE WORLD!!!” You yelled and as soon as you said it, his fingers stopped tickling and his lips pressed lightly against yours.

“That’s what I like to hear.” He smirked and rolled off you, standing up and then helping you to your feet. “Now, let’s go find a forbidden garden.”

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After what felt like hours of walking, Calum finally stopped at the bank of a small pool of water which looked disturbingly like the one you had seen in your dream. A large waterfall blocked what looked to be an entrance to a cave and a path of large, round stepping stones led directly to the hidden entrance. The entire place looked as though it had been taken from a fairytale and you couldn’t help but stare in wonder.
“It’s just through there.” He pointed to the waterfall. “Only celestials can get through the waterfall. Anyone else will die the moment the water touches their skin. So I’m hoping that it still counts us as angels because I did not come all this way to be killed by a fucking waterfall.” He grumbled before taking your hand and leading you out onto the first stepping stone.

“Cal what if we can’t get through the waterfall?” You asked hesitantly.

He stopped, as if frozen to the spot as he looked on to the looming wall of cascading water with a flicker of fear in his eyes. “If we can’t get through then at least you know I spent an eternity loving you.” He kept walking, his eyes not once leaving the waterfall as you followed closely behind.

He stopped at the last step and as you stood next to him you took his hand in yours and offered him an encouraging smile.

“We are angels Cal. We’ll be fine.” You encouraged as he took a deep breath.

“I love you Y/N, now and forever.”

You wished you would have had the chance to say it back. As he stood now, so ready to risk his life to get you to love him again it hit you that maybe you really did love him too, memories or no memories. Despite how much he had changed, despite his flexible behavior and despite all the odds being against him, you loved him still. Flaws and all no matter what.

You stepped through together, the cool water washing over the both of you as you squeezed your eyes shut, focusing only on Calum’s hand in yours. It felt like forever, but within the blink of an eye you and Calum were standing on the other side of the current.
If only stepping through the waterfall had been the easiest part.

You opened your eyes. The scene before you was exactly like it had been in your dream except for one difference. A man stood directly in front of the beautiful garden, blocking you from entering the luscious pasture you knew would cure your amnesia. Large white wings cascaded from his shoulder blades, stretching at least four arm lengths from his body. Though surprisingly, he was not clothed in typical angel garb, but instead in black skinny jeans and an Iron Maiden tee shirt. His hair was bright red and as he leaned against the trunk of a fruit tree, he looked no different from a typical teenage boy. The only thing that separated him was his wings and the huge sword he held in one hand and the fierce look in his eyes seemed to be warning you to turn back.

“Michael.” Calum spoke next to you, his voice deep and unfriendly. “I thought you left that body back in the nineties.”

Michael rolled his eyes. “I was wondering when you two would show up.” Michael’s voice was smooth and casual as he pushed himself from the tree and strolled over to where you stood. “Ever since they installed the waterfall, there hasn’t been a need for me to guard this place.” He gestured to the scene behind him. “But with all the ruckus you two have been causing down here, the people up there figured it was high time I be reinstated.” He chuckled humorlessly, eyes glaring down at you; a gaze that seemed to tear your soul from your body.

“So you know why we’re here then?” Calum asked suspiciously, his hold on your hand tightening. Michael let out a snort. “The entire heavens knows what you’re up to Cal. But newsflash nobody wants a demon back in heaven, no matter how important they used to be.”

Calum shook his head.“I’m sorry Michael, but we need to go in there. She has to remember.”

“I can’t let you do that Calum.” Michael snarled. “You have to give up on her. Are you aware of all the problems you’ve caused? Almost every single fallen angel, including Death, is so intent on finding her that they’ve all stopped doing their jobs!”

Calum knit his eyebrows together in confusion. “But that would mean…”

“Total anarchy.” Michael finished. “You’re starting an apocalypse Cal, and Death is so busy hunting her, he’s stopped helping people cross to the other side. You’re causing an uprising and I can’t let it continue. She must be eliminated.” Michael gripped his sword, coming towards you but Calum pulled you behind him.

“Don’t you dare touch her!” He growled, unsheathing his own sword and pointing it straight at Michael.

“Step aside Calum. It’s for the good of the world.”

SHE IS MY WORLD!” Calum yelled, startling both you and Michael. “I stopped caring about the greater good along time ago Michael.”

“I’m sorry Calum, but I cannot disobey.”

“We used to be friends Michael. You know what I will do for her, please just let us in and then we’ll go. Into hiding if we must, but please don’t make me fight you.” Calum pleaded, desperate to avoid a conflict.

Michael stood still for a moment, considering Calum’s offer. But he could not be disloyal to his God. It just wasn’t in his nature. Shaking his head, he swung the sword in your direction, but Calum was quicker. He blocked the blow, steel crashing against steel as he leapt to defend you. In a flash, his own wings unfurled from his back, but unlike Michael’s, his were tainted with streaks of charcoal.

They fought violently and you had no choice but to watch as they attacked each other with determined vigor. Steel clashed on steel as angel and demon fought for your fate. You were rooted to the ground, unsure and unable to do anything else but watch and silently pray to whoever was listening that Calum would come out alive. But sometimes prayers go unanswered.

The sound alone was enough to make you sick. He fell to the ground, Michael’s blade sheathed deep in his chest. You could hear the small exhale leave his lips as he fell, his eyes still brown as they locked with yours in fear. Your entire world slowed and before you could register, your voice was screaming his name and you feet had carried you to his fallen body.

The sound of footsteps pulled you out of your shock. Michael had raised his sword, preparing to strike you down just as he had Calum when all of a sudden a heavenly glow surrounded him, halting him mid-swing. Michael looked confused for a moment and it seemed as though the glow was communicating with him.

“I don’t understand.” He mumbled, shaking his head as the glow subsided before, to your complete surprise, he lowered his sword. “It is finished.” He deadpanned before spreading his wings and launching himself into the sky as all at once, the garden began imploding just as it had in your dream, fading away into nothing until it looked as though nothing had been there at all. All your hope of remembering your past lives, and your past love, vanished as the garden disappeared, leaving you with nothing but a dying Calum

Calum.

“No, no, no you’re not leaving me now.” You pressed your hands over his wound, trying to stop the bleeding but it was no use. He was beyond medical help. “Calum please!” You sobbed, begging him to hold on for you.

“Hey, hey.” He whispered, his hand reaching up to caress your tear stained cheek. “It’s okay angel. You’re going to be okay.”

“No, not without you!” You cried, your tears running down your face and splashing onto his cheek.

“Don’t cry angel. I hate to see you cry.” He smiled, his eyes pure and full of love- the hideous blackness that often took over his chocolate irises nowhere to be seen.

“There must be something I can do!” The thought of having to live the rest of your life without Calum after everything you’d already been through killed you inside. Without him, you would be incomplete, like living without a soul.

You gasped as the idea came to you. “Calum give me your soul.”

“Hmm?” He groaned, too weak to answer.

“Give me your soul! It saved us once, why can’t it work again? Let’s make a deal Calum.”

“You’ve always been so much smarter than me.” He chuckled. “So what’ll it be?”

“I want your soul. And in return you can have mine.” You stroked his hair, leaning in close to him. “I’ll trade you my soul for yours Calum, because I love you. I love you and I’ve never stopped loving you and I’ll never stop loving you Calum.”

His lips hit yours just as the last breath left his body. He felt cold, but as the the deal stuck his lips began to heat until suddenly his wound began to close. You could feel your soul being ripped from your chest, and while it was painful, the thought of losing Calum was worse.

He took a breath, the deal completed. “You love me?”

“Always.” You smiled and his eyes lit up, the intense shade of brown you adored filled with adoration at the sound of your declaration.

“But how? The garden is gone and you still don’t remember! Do you?”

“I don’t need to remember Cal, I’ve fallen in love with you still. Whatever our souls are made of, yours and mine are the same.”

“What about your memories?”

“We’ll make new ones.”

“I like the sound of that.” He pulled you in for another kiss, smiling into your lips. You pulled away, your forehead creasing with worry.

“So what do we do now?”

“You heard Michael. It is finished. We have no more debt to pay. We’re free now angel.” 

In the end it didn’t take a ritual or a magical garden to make you love him, because you had loved him all along. You had grown to accept who he was and who he had become and that made all the difference. Angel or demon, he loved you and you loved him and that was all that mattered.

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fatal attraction [demon!ashton au]

Here’s my contribution to the collab thingy with Haley (cuddle-me-muke). She did Angel!Ashton and well he’s my demon!Ashton segment. Btw, you’re a hunter. I was gonna do visuals, but got sidetracked and had to cut this a little shorter than I wanted tol

Summary: He’s the king of hell and you two have a really strange friendship. After coming back from a hunt, he helps you unwind.   

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part 2

You let out another scream as the blade glides across your skin, the cut glowing white and lighting up the room for a second before disappearing.

“Just tell us where he is,” Calum shrugs as he circles you once more. “That’s all you have to do, love. Tell us where Michael is and we’ll let you go. And by that, I mean we’ll let you live and release you. See, here in Hell, we’re honest unlike you angels.” 

You turn your head just in time for his spit to land on your cheek, your eyes coming in contact with Luke who was standing in the corner, watching as Calum tortured you. “I’ll never tell you where he is,” you growl, baring your teeth at the blue-eyed demon and you watch his eyes narrow.

With a sigh, Calum turns to his partner. “Your turn, Luke. I’m gonna go get some more tools.” He turns to you with a wicked smirk, his eyes turning dark as he asks, “Ever heard of trepanation, princess?” You stare at him in silence, unfamiliar with the term, as he just laughs at you. “Let’s just say you’ll be feeling a bit more holy.”

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you wear their clothes (4/4)

ASHTON:
You’d always take his shirts and singlets without asking because he had so many and they were all so awesome. You’d walk out in one of his shirts and he’d look at you, confused as she asked “Is that my shirt?” even though this had happened plenty of times before. You’d nod and he wouldn’t really have an issue with it (because you looked good in everything, especially his clothes) unless he’d been planning on wearing the same shirt that day.

CALUM:
He’d always give you his jumper or jacket when you were out in public together, especially if you were with other guys. He loves you heaps so he’d always give you his clothes to wear to remind people that you were his (especially when he got jealous). You’d think it was really cute when he got jealous and was so protective of you so you’d slip on the jacket or whatever and give him a kiss on the cheek to remind him that he was the one you loved.

LUKE:
You’d love borrowing his clothes but you’d always have to ask his permission first. You’d always want to wear one of his shirts which resulted in a playful argument every time. He’d ask you why you couldn’t just wear your own clothes and you’d tell him that you liked his better. Eventually (after some pouting and a few kisses) he’d give in and you’d get your way. He’d always end it by saying “You’re lucky you look so good in my clothes.”

MICHAEL:
You’d be lying on the couch or in bed or something, watching movies or listening to music and he’d kind of just take off his jumper and give it to you because he likes seeing you in his clothes. You’d put it on and it would be all big and warm and it would smell like him and you’d sort of just curl into a ball because it was so comfortable. Then the two of you would just cuddle and make out lazily.

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It’s not what it looks like..

(I don’t believe any of the boys would be stupid enough to cheat, but I wanted to make a text like this)

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Maybe you were a bit too tired or maybe it was the way Luke kissed you with such violence that made your mind a bit hazy. Perhaps it was the tiniest twitch of his left eyes as it dropped down in a wink at you as Lawrence squealed and ran out the door of the restaurant as soon as his beating was over.

You weren’t exactly sure what was going on with you, but you found it so attractive. You couldn’t even tell why you got this sudden feelings and now you were sure he was just fucking with your emotions.

You felt yourself taking second glances at Luke as he paid for your meal and even on the ride home your hand twitched when his hand got way too close to yours on the center console. And you knew Luke caught on by the tiny permanent smirk etched on his lips as he met your glances and chuckled when you’d ponder in the icy blue of his irises and the dilated black of his pupils before quickly looking away.

“Pretty attractive, huh?” It was the tiniest quip from his plump lips and the tiny glint of his lip ring in the moon light that seemed to be overhanging extra low tonight seemed to be just taunting you. You’re sure that it was just stupid emotions being very untimely and maybe Luke was getting to your head again. Cuz you can’t forget that he did kidnap you and you promised yourself that having Stockholm syndrome isn’t the type of person you’d like to be.

“H-huh?” He just gripped the steering wheel tighter with his left hand and inched his right closer to yours on the center console, but you quickly moved to take your hand away before he could tightly grasp it in his.

You didn’t make as much as a peep other than that tiny conversation in the car. Luke continued to smirk and wink at you from the corner of your eye but you just hoped it was your imagination. He was just playing tricks on you.

You attempted to keep your mind quiet or try and block him from even reading it in the first place (if you could even do it) but you knew it hasn’t worked when the tiny smirk turned into the cockiest smile.

“It’s not working, Princess. You really think you can block me out? And honestly, you shouldn’t be embarrassed. I am a pretty attractive person.” He replied and smirked at you as he pulled into the garage. You try to cover your face with your hair as you quickly jump out the car as soon as it shuts off but you suddenly couldn’t move as you stood completely frozen in front of the door to the house.

“Where are you going, Princess? You are mine. We’ve established this.” The chill of his breath hitting your skin caused your breathing to hitch.

“You didn’t think I knew you thought I was pretty attractive? You thought I would be so oblivious to your thoughts, didn’t you.” You wanted to run cuz you didn’t know if you could handle how close he was, let alone how he seemed ten times more attractive right then. You weren’t sure if you could control yourself any longer.

“Answer me, Princess.” His words seemed to enthrall you enough to cause a loud pitchy squeak leave your mouth.

Luke continued to stare at you for a couple more seconds before you felt your body being released from Luke’s bond. You didn’t hesitate as you roughly yanked the door open and ran inside, attempting to get away from him as fast as you possibly could.

It was no use, though. He loved playing these games with you and it was all part of the plan. Luke was expecting you to run to the room on the second floor of the house and he expected you to go into the room that was farthest away from where he was.

He seemed to be ten steps ahead of you at all times.

“Y/N? Come on, I know you just would love to see my attractive self again. No need to hide.” His voice chimed eerily down the halls. Your breathing hitched because you felt the breathing on your neck but his footsteps seemed to be leading away from the room you were in. It was just all a part of the plan.

You knew he was playing you right when the room seemed to dim further and you could practically smell the scent that just screamed Luke all over the room.

“Y/N.” You jumped and turned around at the sudden voice. Luke was standing there and everything became bright again.

“Wow, just can’t seem to stop looking for me, huh?” The cocky nature in his voice made you want to slap him.

“Yeah. I wouldn’t be talking. You’re the one who admitted your love for me on multiple occasions.” His face remained neutral as you spoke but you and Luke both knew that you were just trying to push his buttons.

“While that part is one hundred percent true, let’s not forget that you’re so turned on right now. Don’t try to deny it, Princess. I can sense all your emotions.” Your eyes widened.

“That’s not true!”

“Don’t deny it, Princess. You’re so fucking turned on right now. You’re pupils are so dilated and I can smell your arousal. My perfect little Princess is so needy.” Luke’s words were laced with a certain rasp that made you clench your legs together to hopefully stop the tiniest throb you felt.

“See? Look at you, clenching your thighs for me. So needy… ” Luke’s hand went to grip onto your hips.

“I’m gonna kiss you now.” It was more of a statement than a question but Luke didn’t do anything until you gave him the green light. Luke seemed like the perfect amount of intoxication that you have the tiniest nod before his lips were pressed against yours and he hoisted your legs around his waist, carrying you.

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A/N~ Short chapter. 1,016 words. I am tired. The next chapter will hopefully be better and more interesting. My brain is fried right now but I love you guys. This story really strains me from doing so much and it keeps me awake at night but whatever. I love writing it.

THIS IS MAJORLY FUCKED UP BECAUSE I HAD TO POST IT USING MY PHONE AND THAT IS WHY IT TOOK EIGHT MILLION YEARS

Welcome To Fucking Hell - CHAPTER THREE

ok yay chapter three is here hope you enjoy!

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You ushered him in a large room, grabbing a small bottle of vodka from the rack of liquor outside, there was usually one similar stationed outside every big events hall. You quickly chugged some of it, offering the bottle to Calum. He looked back and forth between you and the vodka for a few seconds until shrugging and taking a swig. nodded approvingly and slipped it in your satchel as he gagged at the taste, finally taking in his surroundings. The entire room was covered in a ruby red silk, even twined around the chain of the candle lit chandeliers hanging from the tall ceiling. A long wooden table sat at the back of the room, which you could get to by climbing a few stairs. A grand chair sat in the centre of the oak, Satan’s throne, and was surrounded by other smaller chairs for his loyal servants. You stood to attention as your elders walked into the room, bowing your head and nudging Calum to do the same, only lifting it once they were all seated at the grand table.

“Welcome.” The one and only Lucifer spoke, smirking at the look of utter shock on Calum’s face, “Surely by now you know why you are in front of us today. I have chosen you, Calum Thomas Hood, to become one of my faithful demons. Y/N and Focalor will help you get settled into your duties.”

You watched as Focalor stepped forward, his magnificent wings mesmerizing Calum. No matter how many times you saw them they always seemed to astound you.

“Hello Calum.” His deep voice boomed through the hall as Lucifer glared at him to be finished, “I will be here for guidance, I was Y/N’s mentor and I have the utmost faith in her to get you accustomed to our ways.”

“That’s all really, I hope you enjoy your eternity here.” Lucifer stood from his throne and was about to make his exit when Calum rushed forward, escaping your hands which clambered to grab him.

“Sorry, uh, Sir. But why me? Y/N told me demons were chosen once every 20 years.” You blushed as Calum said your name, you always hated it but it sounded so pretty coming from his mouth.

“I’m sorry for him, My Lord–” You stumbled over your words, grabbing the questioning boy away from the ruler of the underworld, with whom he was currently locked in a staring contest with.

Lucifer held his hand up as signal for you to stop talking, which of course you did immediately.

“Calum, if you are going to survive here you need to learn a very basic ground rule,” You were frozen on the spot as he threateningly stepped closer to you two, “Don’t question me.”

His voice was echoing around the room and eyes were burning red. You were sure you could see his fangs begin to show and cautiously pushed Calum ever so slightly behind yourself. If Lucifer were to make a lunge at him at least you could attempt to stop him. Lucifer stopped his onslaught towards Calum and instead shot a look at you.

“He’s your responsibility now, my dear,” Lucifer’s tone sent a shiver down your spine, but you relaxed as he turned away, heading for the door. You tensed once more as he stopped, “And Calum, sweetheart,” His sickly sweet tone rang through the hall, “You were chosen because of your connection. With her,” Lucifer pointed a spiked nail towards you, “Even Dad said you two had to be together, that’s why Calum’s here. And all the drugs of course.” Lucifer chuckled as he spoke, “Calum was a busy little bunny on Earth, you’ve got your hands full Y/N.”

You would have growled at anyone else but of course you had to respect Satan.

“Now, I really have to be going. I think some Hellhounds are about to behead Hitler, again!” He laughed gleefully, stalking out the room with a flick of his dramatically long cape.

Once he had left you let out a sigh of relief, and then proceeded to slap Calum.

“Hey!” He complained, rubbing his arm and frowning at you accusingly.

“Are you a complete idiot?! Why would you just waltz up and speak to the fucking Prince of Darkness like that? If you do something as stupid as that again I will personally see that you get thrown to Hades.” You took the half empty vodka bottle from your bag and downed the rest of it, abandoning the bottle on the floor.

“Y/N, calm down, he’s just got here.” Focalor lay a hand on your shoulder which you shook off.

“Did you hear what he said? I’m responsible for him now,” You mocked sourly, folding your arms across your chest, “Can you please do the whole introduction thing now.”

“Thank you for your permission.” Focalor spoke sarcastically, turning his attention to Calum who was just sulking and holding himself.

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“Finally,” Luke rolls his eyes, releasing your head as he turns to face Michael. “We thought you’d never show up.”

“Come to save your little girlfriend, Michael?” Calum coos as he tauntingly presses the trigger on the drill. “Cut it a bit close, don’t you think? A few more seconds and she would’ve been more holy than the big man himself!”

“First of all, she’s not my girlfriend,” Michael points out. “Been there, done that; didn’t really work out since we’ve been best friends for centuries. Second of all, shut the hell up.”

A bright white light appears from his body, distracting and momentarily blinding the two demons as Michael runs over and cuts your chains with his angel blade. “Sorry I’m late, this tablet is a bitch to carry. For an omnipresent being who doesn’t talk much, you’d think the tablets with the Word of God would be a bit lighter.”

He takes your hand and the two of you are about to leave when black smoke envelopes the two of you and you hear a deep laugh. “You didn’t think we’d just let you leave, did you?”

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so shut your eyes, kiss me goodbye and sleep // calum hood

For Lia, it always started the same way. She was in the basement of the house she grew up in and she couldn’t find the light switch. She couldn’t find the switch and it was dark, her fingers running across the panels in the walls as she shuffled forward a few inches as a time, worried if she tried to move too fast she’d trip.

Then, instead of the light switch, her hand would bump into the railing that lead to the staircase – and even though she was still terrified and in the dark she’d start to feel better just knowing that soon she’d be out of the room. So she’d start to ascend the stairs slowly, knowing if she wasn’t careful she’d fall like her dad had all those years ago.

The stairs would seem never ending until suddenly they weren’t anymore and then Lia would just be falling and falling and falling and by the time she eventually remembered to scream she’d be somewhere completely different. It was a house that had been taken over by the forest it inhabited; the floor marred with the tangled roots of trees, moss and vines covering the walls.

She would be able to hear whispers that didn’t seem to come from anywhere, but they echoed through her head. And even though the house was empty she would feel like someone was watching her, following close enough behind her that she could feel their breath on the back of her neck. Then the whispers would become her name and the voice grated like nails on a chalkboard, it bounced off the walls until it would stop.

Then the hand would reach up from the roots, and that was usually when Lia woke up screaming.

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