#burningcross

[merkthemenace]

Moloch x gregor but like. In a 'moloch is gregor' s weird cat' sense. Knocking glass cups off the counter for some attention. Almost crushing gregor while curling up on him.

Do you see my vision?

[ccspostagebox]

I swear they are normal around each other just give it five minutes and they'll sort things out in a hotel room /j

[merkthemenace]

I just had a dream this morning where moloch had his head on father Gregor's lap and the priest pat his head gently

Brb imma go draw /hj

[merkthemenace]

Moloch's and father gregor's shipname is Burningcross.

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[merkthemenace]

Would anybody be intrested if i opened up Moloch x gregor fic/hc requests?

yeah!

naur

Voting ended onJul 23, 2024

Turning this post into a poll bcus it's hard to tell if ppl are intrested or naw

[merkthemenace]

Since a lot of ppl have wanted this

Holydemon(moloch x gregor) requests are now: Open!

Here are the rules:

Sfw only, suggestiveness may be implied or light but nothing too explicit

You can request scenarios, hc and thoughts of the ship!

You can share your own hcs and scenarios as well!

You can add another character into the ship as well!

Any idea is allowed! I welcome angst, fluff, hurt with comfort, hurt with no comfort with open arms!

DNI if you're:

Proship/Comship

Homophobic/Transphobic

Racist

Zoophilic/Pedophilic

[merkthemenace]

I got a little idea for maybe a hurt/comfort holydemon fanfic!

In this one, Gregor escapes from the cult (Somehow), and has a bit of PTSD/Trauma from that place (I feel like he might've had it rough when he was in the mansion), and Moloch's trying to comfort him?

Maybe you can also add something called a "Conscience" into the parts where Gregor has memories of the cult? (The Consciences are mind-messing shadow demons that haunt their victims after they meet the stars, it comes from a HC of mine. Sorta like Death from Puss In Boots TLW, but instead of being death itself, they're just there to haunt certain victims).

Sorry if the Conscience bit seemed a little too specific, you don't have to add them if ya don't want to! But yeah, the main idea for this fic is Gregor has a few painful memories from the cult and Moloch tries comforting him.

OOOHHH DON'T APOLOGIZE FOR NOTHIN' THAT IS A GREAT IDEA- *EXPLODES*/VPOS

TWs: PTSD, mentions of bruises, blood and stabbing, nightmares (pls tell me if i missed anything else!)

A/N: I'm going to make this as an AU where Moloch agreed to stay out of trouble as long as he got to stay at Gregor's house. I hope you don't mind! ^^ Also I apologize if this is out of character-

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"You're fine."

It had been a while since the priest escaped that wretched house on the hill, coming home all bruised up and bloody from getting stabbed.

He had been in that cursed mansion for weeks, causing trouble for Moloch who has been taking care of the place as best he could. And when the priest returned, he has not been the same ever since. He is way more paranoid and anxious, praying a lot more in the church. Moloch noticed some strange tattoos on the priest’s arms whenever they were exposed.

Moloch also noticed that Gregor would stare into nothing, his breathing getting heavier as his body trembled. He’d mumble and stutter quietly under his breath, Moloch sometimes hearing a verse from the bible or a simple ‘you’re not real’.

Gregor would also get intense nightmares at night, screaming loudly as he woke up wich woke up the demon in the next room, making him cranky for the rest of the day.

And tonight was no different, the priest woke up screaming then cried into his hands as silently as he could. But the demon had enough of this, getting up from his bed and making his way to Gregor's room.

The floorboards creaked softly under the demon’s hooves, signaling the priest from the other side. The demon held up his fist, hesitating. Is he really going to do this? He doesn’t care about the mortal that much. Does he? Moloch sighed before knocking on the door.

After hearing no answer Moloch knocked again, this time getting a frail ‘come in’ by the man from the other side. Moloch turned the doorknob and went inside.

The demon saw Gregor sitting against his headboard, trying to stop his crying. Moloch slowly approached his bed, sitting on the edge.

“I-I’m sorry for waking you up..” the priest says meekly, wiping his tears away. “You don’t h-have to check up on me. You can l-leave.” He adds, trying to sound collected.

Moloch sighs, leaning close to the priest. Gregor noticed, leaning back in surprise. “W-what are you doing?” He stuttered out, getting nervous.

The demon then wrapped his arms around the priest, holding him lightly. The old man’s eyes widened, blinking to fight the tears back. He then wraps his arms around the demon tightly, letting out sniffles.

Moloch felt very awkward, patting him on his back softly. The demon never comforted anyone before in his entire existence, and he feels…scared? Scared. Why is he feeling scared? Why-

Moloch’s train of thought got interrupted by a sob Gregor let out, the priest gripping the demon tighter. “I…I-I can still see them…” he muttered out, tears falling down from his eyes.

“See who?” Moloch asked in a confused voice, looking down at the priest.

“T-them…” the priest replied, breathing heavily. “I don’t want to see them.” He states, shaking violently as he cried out more.

“Who is them?!” Moloch asked in clear irritation, grabbing the priest’s face and making him look up at him. But that irritation soon got washed over by guilt once moloch saw Gregor’s face.

The old man’s face was wet from the tears and snot, his cheeks all flushed up and his eyes were red and puffy. Moloch had never seen him like this, never seen him so vulnerable. That Father is usually stoic, collected and calm. But now…he’s not. He’s hurt. He’s hurt badly.

Subconsciously and silently, Moloch hugged Gregor tighter, putting his head on his shoulder. Gregor buried his face into the demon’s rough shoulder, muffling his sobs.

Moloch carefully and gently stroke the priest’s head, ignoring the wetness on his shoulder. The demon felt his chest get strained, his breath getting shallower as the priest continued to cry.

“…You’re okay.” Moloch said in a gentle tone, stroking Gregor’s head gently. The priest quieted down, tears still streaming down his cheeks. “You’re fine.” The demon added, closing his eyes.

He could feel the priest relax in his arms, the tears stopping. They both then laid down on the bed, Moloch continuing to hold Gregor. The demon noticed that the priest had fallen asleep, feeling his own eyelids get heavy.

He patted Gregor’s head gently one last time before yawning.

“You’re fine.” Moloch says before closing his eyes abd drifting to sleep.

[merkthemenace]

I have a strong urge to write gregor x moloch fanfics