Late 20s tgirl. Elf ear pervert. Some say hemipenis girl. Writing mostly original F/F. Stories will frequently be horny so if you're under 18 you're getting blocked.



Making-up-Demons
@Making-up-Demons

Demon who will prove to you that hell is a state of mind.


caffeinatedOtter
@caffeinatedOtter

"So, listen," Djulnael says, unpacking a bag of Chinese takeout, "I think I've made some headway convincing the paperwork guys that Ohio's not the best place for you, and — I don't want you to get your hopes up too much, but best case, we'll have options. If you could pick, where would you like to go after this?"

Bernadette carefully tears open the paper wrapper of a set of disposable wooden chopsticks, pulls them apart where they're joined at the base, puts the end of one in her mouth, and begins to gnaw on it nervously.

"Bernie?" the angel says, glancing up, then hastily puts aside a container of kung pao chicken. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Bernadette says, scrubbing at her eyes with the back of her hand. "I dunno, where's nice?"

"Bernadette," Djulnael says, prowling around the table towards her.

"Nothing," Bernadette says unconvincingly.

"Byzuunam-Tsaa," Djulnael says warningly, hands finding the demon's hips.

"Don't Byzuunam-Tsaa me unless you're ready to rail me up against the wall about it," Bernadette grumbles into her shoulder. "I just — I don't know, okay? I'm a little nobody demon and I haven't been places and done things like you, miss sexy undercover vice agent. I really only know Hell, and I — miss it, and I feel guilty for missing it because it's Hell and you're an angel and I can't go back but it's home, you know?"

"Aw, Bernie," Djulnael says softly against her temple.

"I can't say I wish I could go home," Bernadette says, eyes closed.

"Yeah, you can." Djulnael kisses her head. "Of course you can. You know what's a fucked-up thing to say? I miss Hell. Golnaarth was a good assignment, and I met you, and — that's the simplest our relationship has been, wasn't it?"

Bernadette snuggles closer.

"I didn't mean to stress you out," Djulnael says.

"No," Bernadette says, "I just — feel stupidly small. You're cool, you know? And I don't — I can't even answer what's your favourite bit of Earth because hiding out here is the most I've even seen of it—"

"I am the least cool angel imaginable," Djulnael says, fond and wry. "And you're enough, Bernie, you're so much, I can't even — I don't care how many places you know. We can try them out together. We don't even have to leave Ohio, if you really don't want — Columbus doesn't have much of a Helltown, got gentrified to shit in the 90s, but we could get a place—"

Bernadette takes a deep breath, puffs it out sharply, and leans back to give Djulnael a bright smile. "No, I'd like to see some more places," she says. "With you. We can make anywhere a cozy little bit of hell on earth, together, right?"

Djulnael's lips twitch. "Juleia certainly seems to think you can," she says, brushing Bernaette's hair back from her face.

"Oh, she can make me stop any time," Bernadette says, tucking herself back against Djulnael's chest. "Just has to take her head out of her ass and bang Sashara till she can't walk."

"My coworkers don't have to bang just because you ship it, Bernie," the angel says, but her difficulty keeping a straight face makes Bernadette give her the wickedest grin and elaborately shrug.


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