#demon!impulse

[coppercrestedroses]

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Fake avian - Angel AU

Inspired by undeaddeers on tiktok

[zedif-y]

Tango is quiet. Too quiet.

The cut on Impulse's head stings with disinfectant, the skin around it an angry red as blood beads and threatens to flow. He winces as Tango wipes at it with a soft cloth- and the silence itches at him even more.

Seriously, it's almost worse than getting yelled at. At least then Impulse knows where they stand.

But no.

Impulse had shown up on Tango's doorstep, bleeding sluggishly and beat up to hell. He half-expects Tango to close the door, to glare at him and tell him to fuck off, I'm not babysitting you again. Something like that. Something angry.

He didn't expect the immediate worry on Tango's face, nor the the way red claws usher him inside, a muttered curse on his lips.

They've been in this situation a million times before, and yet it always catches him off guard.

He doesn't seem mad, Impulse thinks, trying to get a look at Tango's face. So then why is he...

His head swims, lightheaded and fuzzy. Impulse shuts his eyes tight.

"You good?" Tango frowns. His tail curls at Impulse's feet, "The cut isn't super deep, and there wasn't that much blood..." He trails off, muttering to himself.

Impulse huffs, cracking an eye open. "Lack of sleep."

Tango snorts, "Of course." He turns away for a moment, replacing the dirtied cloth. Impulse leans back against the chair.

"Worried?" He smirks, just to lighten the mood.

He expects Tango to smack him with his tail, what do you think? he'd snap, expression twisted in a scowl. or maybe he'd scoff, you're getting too used to this-

Tango turns back to him, a strange look on his face. Impulse's stomach drops.

Tango sighs, "Always am, when it comes to you."

Impulse swallows. What?

And then- Tango just goes back to dressing his wound. Like he didn't just hit Impulse with that.

Emotion comes bubbling up to the surface, "Aren't you tired of this?" Impulse blurts out, his eyes a molten gold as he looks up at Tango. "Each game, you patch me up at least once. I come to you, beat up or- or crying, and you always..."

Impulse looks at him, eyebrows furrowed as he says, "You always let me in. No matter what."

A dry, humorless laugh escapes him, "You'd think that after the third time, you'd have the sense not to open the door."

"So why do you?"

Tango's eyes drift away from him, and he chews his lip. "You tell me," He replies, sounding far away. Then, "Maybe I just like playing hero."

Impulse bites the inside of his cheek. There's something he isn't saying.

Quietly, "You've gotta get better hobbies, man." He aims for lighthearted- but it comes out raw, far too heavy. Tango huffs a laugh.

"Maybe," He agrees. Scarlet eyes settle back on him, and he shakes his head, smiling a little. "Look what you did, you've got me all sappy and mushy and stuff."

Tango puts a smear of healing balm around the cut, and the biting pain recedes, for the most part.

Impulse laughs, "Hey, you signed up for this," He points out. "You'll learn eventually. Next time, just toss me some bandages."

Tango pulls away.

"You know I'm not doing that."

His words feel like a splash of cold water, shocking Impulse into silence.

He tries again, "Tango," his lips curl into a frown, "Aren't you tired of this?"

"Don't-" Tango's eyes flash, a flicker of a flame. "Don't be like that."

"Be like what-?"

Tango makes a frustrated sound, "Like-!" He lets out a sharp breath, "Don't act like this-" He gestures to Impulse, "-is a burden on me. It's not."

Tango's tail flicks this way and that, "Taking care of you isn't a chore. Not to me."

Impulse's heart sits lodged in his throat. It beats at a clumsy rhythm, and Tango flushes red, his expression closing off, "Nevermind. I'm just- tired, yeah? From building my base, and, and... All that fun stuff." He finishes lamely.

Impulse wonders if his head wound is worse than he thought.

"Yeah," Impulse echoes, because what else is he meant to say? He swallows around the lump in his throat, eyes aimed forward. "Yeah, obviously."

"Obviously."

"Nothing else."

"Mhm."

They can't seem to meet each other's eyes.

After a while, Tango hums, satisfied with his work as he takes a step back. Impulse feels like he can breathe again.

Tango tosses a shirt at him, smirking when Impulse fumbles with it. "Go change," He says, his hand on the doorknob. "You stink."

"Hey--!"

The door clicks shut.

Impulse huffs, looking down at the red shirt. Tango's words repeat in his head like a record, and his hands shake, just a little.

Taking care of you isn't a chore. Not to me.

Impulse stands, looking at himself in the mirror.

"Not to me, huh?" He mutters, tracing a hand over the clean bandages. "Not to me..."

Impulse takes in his reflection- tired eyes, stubby horns, messy hair, a day-old stubble.

What does he see? Impulse thinks. What does he see in me?

The stars flicker in the night sky. When he looks outside, shadows flow like rivers under moonlit trees.

In the quiet night, Impulse wonders.

(He hopes Tango never changes his mind.)

[anony-mouse-writer]

theres a joke in here somewhere about tango’s ‘rusty’ latin and summoning impulse wayyyyy back in season 3

[nix-writes-mcyt]

Demon reader x demon impulse

Yes. I got quite carried away with this one I'll be honest. So it's a little longer than my usual fics, and maybe I'm a bit biased in saying it's one of my favourites.. I hope you enjoy it anon!

Forever

Oneshot Contains: Demon!Impulse, Demon!reader, Hinting At Death (loss), Fluff, Kisses, Tango Is A Menace, Magic -------------------------------------------

At first immortality was a gift. To live forever.

Over time you came to realise it is a curse. To live forever in exchange for losing anyone you care about.

Many many moons ago you swore not to love again. It took a long time for you to heal from the last time.

You told yourself you wouldn't allow room for love, no matter when or where, you wouldn't allow for your feelings to surface for another. You wouldn't allow yourself to get hurt again.

And for the longest time you didn't. You isolated yourself from the world.

When you came back out from your base deep underground things were different. People of all kinds had settled in your area.

For the first time in centuries you spoke to them, got to know them. Things weren't so lonely anymore.

They called themselves hermits, and now so do you. Unfortunately, alongside getting to know people you've developed feelings.

Impulse. From the moment you first saw him you've had some very strong feelings. Those same feelings you refuse to feel.

You've pushed them away, denied them, you can't feel the way you feel about him. You don't want to deal with the loss when his mortal life ends.

You sigh, coming back into the present moment as Tango calls your name. "What you thinking about?" He asks.

"Oh, not a lot, you know just life and loss." You shrug. "Life and loss?" Tango asks, you get the impression he doesn't quite understand.

Which of course he wouldn't. "Yes, do you know much about demons?" Tango nods. "I do, I do. I just so happen to know one quite well, although if you're getting at what I think you are well.. I guess that means I know two."

You raise your eyebrow, questioning him silently. "Yeah, no, Impulse is a demon."

Impulse. A demon. Like you.

Your mind races, thinking of your past experiences, thinking of when you told yourself you'd never allow yourself to fall for another.

Your stomach twists, heart aching as your true feelings surface.

"Y/n?" You blink a couple times, coming back to the moment. Tango, relieved to have your attention again, stops waving his hand in front of your face.

"Sorry, I just.. I didn't-" "You didn't know Impulse was a demon too?" You shake your head, feeling increasingly more nervous.

"I didn't think it was a big deal." Tango pauses, red eyes brightening as a smirk appears on his face. "Ooh." Tango chuckles at your confused expression. "I see."

"You see what?" You ask, now as confused as you are nervous. "You've got it bad for my buddy Impulse." He folds his arms over one another, smirk cocky and confident.

"Tango I-" He raises one hand, stopping you in your tracks. "Don't you think you've denied it long enough? You love him, I can see it in your eyes."

He's not wrong. Tango's eyes brighten further as his excitement grows, your feelings obvious.

You sigh, "you know what Tango, I was so scared to admit it, but you're right." You hear a firework sound in the distance, Tango snickering.

"I mean, you haven't properly admitted it yet." He nudges you with his elbow, raising his eyebrows You roll your eyes, letting out a small laugh.

"Are you serious?" Tango nods. "Of course I'm serious, look at this face." He does his best to straighten out his expression, but the large grin doesn't disappear.

You shake your head ever so slightly. "I'm in love with Impulse." You mutter. "Oh, come on, louder. Own it." Tango encourages. "Alright, fine. I'll own it. I am completely and utterly in love with Impulse."

Tango's eyes burn a bright red, brighter than you've ever seen. But you don't get to focus on that for long.

"You love me?" You turn your head, seeing Impulse standing not too far away. You look back over at Tango who shrugs, pulling out a rocket and shooting off into the sky without so much as a goodbye. Leaving you and Impulse alone.

He comes and sits beside you, slightly closer than Tango was. His body is turned toward yours, as yours was toward Tango.

Facing him after admitting your feelings out loud is nerve-wracking. It's also strange, to see him in the light you now do.

To know that he's a demon as well, he's likely experienced the loss you have.

"I should have come to you about this sooner, I just didn't know if you felt the same." Impulse says, chocolate brown eyes scanning your face for a reaction. A reaction he gets, your features softening when you realise what he's saying. He feels the same.

"I promised myself I wouldn't do this again, so much loss." You cast your eyes down. Impulse takes your hands in his, holding them tight.

Your skin feels electric where there's contact with his, you feel slightly dizzy but alert.

"Do you know what happens when two demons find love together?" He asks. You shake your head, that's never something you've seen. You've always been alone, if you have ever met another demon beside Impulse they've never made it obvious.

"It's rare it happens, demons don't always experience love, nor do most seek it out. I've read about it." "What did you read?" You ask, curious where he's taking this.

"When a bond is made something, I can't remember exactly what, in the universe shifts, the two demons becoming forever bound to one another. It seals with similar magic to contracts, and no one knows if it can be undone. At least that's what the book said anyway." His words are heavy, if he remembers right that's a lot to take in.

You lean forward into him, one of Impulse's arms wrapping around you, the other staying in your hand. You think in silence about his words, what they could mean.

They may not even be true, but if they are? "I understand if you don't want to take this any further. It's a risk." He says, voice soft, caring.

"Forever is a long time." You mumble. Impulse sits you back upright, lifting your head so he can look you in the eyes.

"Forever is a long time, yes, you're right. In all my years, my many many centuries, Y/n, I have never felt love like this. I have never admired anyone as I do you. Even still, if you choose not to, that's okay."

You take him in as he is now, honest, true to himself, to his feelings. He cares a lot, about everyone in his life.

He makes the most of the people he's surrounded by even though he knows one day they won't be there. That same loss that has plagued you, both of you your entire lives.

But you wouldn't lose Impulse. Even if what he said wasn't true and you weren't bound by some strange old magic, you wouldn't lose him. You'd have each other for eternity.

You love him, everything about him. Even pushing your feelings away you longed to be with him.

You understand what he said when he said he's never felt love like this, because neither have you. It's strange, stronger, it draws you to him. You want to be with him.

Filled with some strange feeling you stand, pulling Impulse up too. He furrows his eyebrows, unsure of what you're doing. You're sure he won't be after this.

"I already feel such a strong connection to you Impulse, I have for so long. I'm drawn to you like a moth to a flame. I want to do this." You say. "You do?" He asks, eyes brightening as you reassure him with a nod.

He makes sure he has a hold of both of your hands, looking off to the side. "I know you're there Tango! You can come out of your hiding place. Someone has to ask the questions." Impulse winks at you, causing you to very almost melt into a puddle on the floor with how warm you get.

Sure enough Tango comes sprinting out of a bush, eyes still glowing as bright as they were before. "How do I do this?" He asks, out of breath.

"I don't know, make it up as you go along." The other demon says with a shrug, turning his gaze back to you. "Oh, uhh. Okay." Tango says before clearing his throat.

"Ladies and gentlemen we are gathered here today to-" "It's not a wedding Tango." Impulse chuckles.

"Oh, right." Tango laughs nervously. "Impulse, do you take Y/n to be yours potentially forever, however long that might be?" With a soft smile Impulse nods, "I do. I love you, Y/n."

"Y/n, do you take Impulse to be yours potentially forever?" Tango asks you. With a smile of your own you repeat Impulse's words. Almost. "I do, I love you too Impulse."

Tango claps, "sure felt like a wedding me." He mutters. You roll your eyes, letting out a small laugh at the absurdity of the situation.

"No magic unfortunately." Impulse states with a small laugh of his own.

"I can think of a way you could add a little bit of magic." Tango jokes, making kissy faces at the air. Impulse shakes his head and chuckles at Tango's behaviour.

"I'm serious though, kiss." Tango states, completely serious now. "Ever heard the phrase seal it with a kiss? Well you have now, and you should." He crosses his arms, turning and walking away presumably to give you and Impulse some privacy.

"I mean, I wouldn't be opposed to a kiss if you're okay with it. Can I?" His eyes are so full of love, the most beautiful shade of brown you've seen in your long long life.

"You can." Impulse doesn't waste a moment. The moment his lips touch yours you feel sparks, your entire body being filled with the strangest feeling, as if you're on fire in a good way.

He firm, yet gentle, his hands pulling your body closer to his, yours around his neck as you deepen the kiss. It only makes you feel more in love with him. More in love than you could have ever imagined.

The two of you part, upon opening your eyes you see out of the corner of your eye the glittering surrounding the two of you fade. "There's the magic." Impulse smiles, slightly out of breath.

You nod, "I could feel it." "I could too." Impulse says, leaning in to kiss you again.

It's much shorter than the first one, but that feeling of fire returning for the duration. "I could get used to this." His eyes are bright and filled with an indescribable, yet relatable, happiness.

"You'll have plenty of time to Impulse, my love." Your words make him smile even more, a blush even tinting his cheeks.

"I suppose you're right there, after all forever awaits us." The word forever no longer feels daunting. Now it feels almost.. right. Like it shouldn't be any other way.

You swore you'd never let yourself fall in love again, but this is different. This is someone you can't lose.

Another demon, just like you. Who's kind and caring, who loves you just as much as you love him.

Impulse, yours as you are his. Each others futures through a feeling you share for one another. Love. Love like you've never felt before. A love that binds you forever.

[mochiwrites]

in songbird’s blood, i feel like impulse simultaneously wants to collapse over what happened to grian and take a shot because: “oh course this would happen to grian (or pearl). of course it would.”

DGDHTHT YEAH

impulse is (as always) the real mvp of the au. and ohmygod I cannot WAIT to properly introduce him :bongocat:

he deals with So Much. and well… I don’t really mind saying it, he’s a funky little demon man who puts up with bdubs and etho on the daily, on top of looking out for pearl and grian. someone get this man a drink

[siriannatan]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

And here is the first chapter. Yay. Tags do hurt though...

In a certain forest, there was a castle. At the first sight, it was just a normal castle built with dark bricks. With all the shutters shut tightly and dark curtains covering the windows. During the day it was quiet. Not a bird could be heard. All wildlife taking a longer way around the seemingly abandoned residence. In reality, it was far from being abandoned. The castle was the residence of a group of seven vampires and occasionally their special friends. Well. Not all of the residents had a special friend like that. Keralis and Mumbo were, in human terms, single, and had little to do when their friends had company over - most commonly concentrated on one specific week of a month.

[sweetest-honeybee]

Was in a team zit mood for class doodles :)