Summary: Witches were the only magical beings capable of binding and controlling demons. It required a complicated ritual and crazy amounts of magic.
It happening on accident was practically unheard of until Phil came along and got tangled up with a snarky and dangerous demon named Dan. Suddenly bound together, Phil must grapple with control over a chaotic demon that wants to strip the skin from his bones.
And maybe strip the clothes off of his body as well.
Word count:+100k
Rating:E - see notes on each chapter for specific warnings.
Tags:Enemies to lovers, witch!Phil, incubus!Dan, demon summoning and deals, magical bond, forced cohabitation, angst with happy ending.
A/N: I want to say a big thank you to @oldschoolpbb for arranging this again this year, and I’m proud to have my work actually completed this time around. So much thanks also goes to my beta Alexis from ospbb, who helped improve the fic and to my artist @hiwatari-art who has created some incredible and stunning art pieces to accompany the fic.
This work is completed and there will be new updates every three days!
Chapter summary: Phil thought his luck couldn’t possibly get any worse. He’d found himself accidentally bound to a powerful demon who wanted him dead. But then of course, he had forgotten about an important family event that he’d feel his mother’s wrath from if he didn’t attend. He’d rather take his chances with the demon.
Summary:Namjoon started to feel like a fraud, despite the many song writing credtis to his name or awards in his studio. After a decade of music making, he feelsburned out and lost. He runs into Min Yoongi, a fellow producer, who seems to understand Namjoon like no one else ever has before.
Their first meeting happens by chance and as does them making music together. But it is not chance that keep them in each other’s life after that. It’s choice.
Tags:Namgi, Producers AU, strangers to friends to lovers, lost in life, song writing
Chapter summary: Namjoon realised that he hadn’t been writing music for himself for quite a while. He’d been too busy and too numb to create music that was entirely his own. He’d been excited to show Yoongi, but before he got the chance their friends had started a scheming plan of forcing them to finally confess. Nothing went according to plan.
Summary:Namjoon started to feel like a fraud, despite the many song writing credtis to his name or awards in his studio. After a decade of music making, he feelsburned out and lost. He runs into Min Yoongi, a fellow producer, who seems to understand Namjoon like no one else ever has before.
Their first meeting happens by chance and as does them making music together. But it is not chance that keep them in each other’s life after that. It’s choice.
Tags:Namgi, Producers AU, strangers to friends to lovers, lost in life, song writing
Chapter summary:While Namjoon struggled with whether or not to confess his growing crush on Yoongi, they piled into the studio to create a song about feeling numb and a little lost for Taehyung’s mixtape. Both Namjoon and Yoongi had experience feeling like that. If only feelings were as easy as writing lyrics.
He lifted his beanie off of his head and ran his fingers through his hair before securing it back in place as he watched Betty roll up her yoga mat and secure it inside the giant tote bag he hadn’t noticed against the tree. Jughead waved his arm in a sweeping movement to have her lead the way. He tugged gently on Flapjack’s leash and he followed between them easily.
The entire scene felt so normal, which was strange in his line of work, but he liked it. It felt like it had been too long since he had the opportunity to simply be Jughead . He didn’t have to be ‘on’ right now - in entertainment mode, or on the defensive. He was just being himself.
It reminded him of college when his fame fizzled into the background and he was just like everyone else. He’d give anything to have that sense of normalcy again, but for now, he’d take these few minutes with a pretty girl.
Betty then dropped her knees and arms, so her chin was grazing the mat. She paused there for a minute, trying not to lose count of her breathing. She dropped into cobra before pushing herself back up, in one fell swoop, again into downward dog.
She stayed there longer this time, simply listening to the world around her while her eyes closed. As she opened them, ready to lunge herself forward, a little ginger cat ran between her arms and legs, startling her.
Before she could get herself upright, a small white and tan puppy came bounding behind the cat. The next thing Betty knew, she was turned over, flat on her back with more weight on her than she knew what to do with.
“Oh my God! I’m so sorry! Are you–?”
When she opened her eyes, she was met with a pair of the most beautiful blue eyes she’s ever seen. She blinked up at this mysterious man, her jaw slack.
“Beautiful,” Betty thought she heard him breathe out before catching himself, finally clambering to his feet and offering his hand to help her up.
Betty then dropped her knees and arms, so her chin was grazing the mat. She paused there for a minute, trying not to lose count of her breathing. She dropped into cobra before pushing herself back up, in one fell swoop, again into downward dog.
She stayed there longer this time, simply listening to the world around her while her eyes closed. As she opened them, ready to lunge herself forward, a little ginger cat ran between her arms and legs, startling her.
Before she could get herself upright, a small white and tan puppy came bounding behind the cat. The next thing Betty knew, she was turned over, flat on her back with more weight on her than she knew what to do with.
“Oh my God! I’m so sorry! Are you–?”
When she opened her eyes, she was met with a pair of the most beautiful blue eyes she’s ever seen. She blinked up at this mysterious man, her jaw slack.
“Beautiful,” Betty thought she heard him breathe out before catching himself, finally clambering to his feet and offering his hand to help her up.
In the days following the disastrous event, Jughead Jones would see a myriad of news articles -if you could even call them that- about his break up with his long time girlfriend, Trula Twyst.
Breaking News: Twyst steps out on long-time boyfriend, Forsythe Jones
Plot Twyst: Trula cheats on former child star, Forsythe Jones
Trusythe Split Shocks Hollywood (or does it?)
(And his all time favorite, the ill-put-together Fizzfeed article)
Why We Should Be Blaming Jones for Twyst’s Infidelity
In the days following the disastrous event, Jughead Jones would see a myriad of news articles -if you could even call them that- about his break up with his long time girlfriend, Trula Twyst.
Breaking News: Twyst steps out on long-time boyfriend, Forsythe Jones
Plot Twyst: Trula cheats on former child star, Forsythe Jones
Trusythe Split Shocks Hollywood (or does it?)
(And his all time favorite, the ill-put-together Fizzfeed article)
Why We Should Be Blaming Jones for Twyst’s Infidelity
“Jug?” Betty called out, but there was no answer. She saw a shadow behind the curtain next to her bed. Her voice trembled as she asked, “Who’s there?”
She heard a slight eerie chuckle before a soft melody landed in her ears. “…and if that diamond ring turns brass, Mama’s gonna buy you a looking glass. And if that looking glass gets broke…”
Betty’s heart plummeted into the pit of her stomach as she heard that all too familiar voice. She clambered to get out of her bed, tearing the IV and heart monitor from her body before almost falling out of the bed to pull back the curtain. She knew that song. She’d know it anywhere. It haunted her and she promised herself she’d never sing it to her children.
“…And if that winter cloak’s too cold, Mama’s gonna buy you a pile of gold. And if that gold was stolen, too, Mama’s gonna go to jail for you…”
Betty’s eyes widened in panic, her heart was racing and pounding against her ribs, her breath constricting. No. No, there was no possible way. How did they find her? How did they get here so quickly?
“There’s one more thing, the whole reason she called in the first place,” Jughead said finally as he helped her with the dishes. The tone in his voice had Betty swallowing around nothing, bracing herself for bad news.
“I– uh, I actually left work and didn’t say anything to anyone. So, unfortunately, I have to go back to the city to finish filming. Production has done all they can without me there and I need to get back to the city or I’ll lose the deal.”
“Oh,” she said as she idly dried the dishes. “So you need to leave…”
“It’s only a few weeks,” he explained as he watched her walk over to the fridge, hoping she might agree to his next question. “And I was thinking… what if you came with me?”
Betty was having the strangest dream. She was in a beautiful field of poppies, her hair loose and blowing in the wind - as was the beautiful black gossamer dress she wore. She looked around the field of flowers, searching for Jughead. She could hear his voice in the wind but she couldn’t see him anywhere.
Just please, baby. Please wake up.
Betty opened her eyes slowly to reveal that she was still in her hospital room, hooked to the monitors that kept an eye on her daughters’ heartbeats to make sure they were strong.
Wow, I could have sworn I was discharged but I guess it was all a dream. I really wish Jughead was actually here though…Wait…
