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Ah yes, I almost forgot to post this today-
Another Demon AU update!
Demon Shawn by Kat-14
So I wanted to do an AU where Shawn turns into a demon. I've thought up of 2 scenarios where that happens.
More under cut (I apologize to mobile users if this doesn’t work)
masterlist
~ - Author’s Favorite
a - angst
f - fluff
shawn mendes
imagines with multiple parts
A + F Crossroads || demon!shawn pt 2: Scaling The Ivy Walls pt 3: Falsities make freedom
F 1775 || soldier!shawn pt 2: The Battlefield pt 3: Something Old, Something New
imagines
A Here Always || Werewolf!Shawn
F 5 Ways To Say ‘I Love You’
F Lightning Bugs || campcounselor!shawn
A + F Hero || werewolf!shawn
A Can I Get The Special?
A + F Daddy Mendes || singledad!shawn
F + A just friends || friends to lovers ~
F a part of her corner ~
F The Guitarist || nerd!shawn ~
F + A Trusted You
F Mad.
F?? King of Aces || badboy!shawn
F Like a Bird || soulmate!streetracer!shawn
F + A Ageless
A Empty Walls
Shawn Mendes : Interactive
1 : Deep Into The Night
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peter parker
imagines
A Can’t Save Everybody
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Prompt Masterlist
All That is Evil
Summary: You were taught to fear yourself, not what’s following you.
Pairing: Demon!Shawn x (fem)Reader
Warning: Swearing, blood, mention of pills, mentions of violence, mentions of death, mad angst
From the age of one to twenty-one, you knew something was wrong with you. Whether it began when you scraped your knee at four, or got hit in the face with a baseball at twelve, you noticed something weird, and it wasn’t normal.
Firstly, you heard a laugh. It wasn’t anything recognizable, like a family member or friend, it sounded different. Darker. Sinister. You learned that word at six, as it was the most accurate word to describe the internal fear you felt every time you got hurt. Like someone watching a comedy, and the punchline came. Literally.
Second, you bled black. People said it was just darker blood, a higher iron content, doctors said. It made sense when it was just a small paper cut or even a nosebleed, but it didn’t add up when you gave blood at the school’s blood drive at sixteen. The whole bag was blacker than the skinny jeans your best friend wore. You never forgot the fear radiating throughout the room once the nurse lifted the vessel of black.
The third thing that felt wrong was the shadows. Reflections. A sign of someone behind you, which didn’t become apparent until a family member pointed out the second shadow you had. It happened in the summertime, around the time for evening, and it was brushed off as a weird sunlight. However, it transformed into more, when you took showers and afterwards looking into the fogged mirror to see a blurred figure behind you. Again, the trick of an eye or soap, because when you blinked it went away.
It didn’t make sense to anyone. Doctors and psychologists were beyond shocked. They preformed CAT scans, blood tests, even isolation and electrotherapy to find a cure. However, it left you more rattled, scared, and hooked onto a cocktail of pills for insanity.
By the age of eighteen, you had taken enough pills for the entire city of Toronto to survive upon. You gave up, cutting off the supply of chemicals and let your mind free. After all the time you spent fearing yourself, it was time to give into the corrupted visions you were taught to ignore. Even on the pills, you heard a laugh, felt the tight chest, seen ink pour from your veins and watched a second figure follow you along the city streets.
You had an apartment in the middle of Toronto complete with a dog, and beautiful plants. Somehow, you grabbed the fifteenth floor suite and it was safe to say you’ve never made a better purchase. It became the only place you felt normal, even if you saw double on sunny days. However, you felt chills on the hottest days, and now that you were alone with your pit bull, Sebastian, things were even wilder then before. Items were moved around, clock times were off by hours, and Sebastian always barked at the same corner of your bedroom.
It didn’t make sense, not much did, but you learned not to question the minor inconvenienced you’d experience daily. Yet, you adapted and worked with the hand you were dealt with. All is fine in love and war.
You were content with the light chaos, where afterwards you counted your blessings, but none were enough when you turned around to see him. A man stood behind you, clad in black pants and boots with a grey button down and a bird tattoo. In a way, he felt familiar. Like you’ve passed each other on the street, or even in the elevator on the way to your room. Yet, it wasn’t the sight of him that was a memory. It was the shooting pain in your chest. Sinister.
His brow was furrowed, posture strong and jaw set. You had to look beyond his harsh stance and the bile on your tongue to open your mouth. He held up a finger, silencing your words. “I’m Shawn. Don’t ask how I got in here because I’m getting you out.”
He, Shawn, walked towards your bedroom and opened the door, striding to the closet and stepping in. You blinked a few times, letting the tight knot in your chest release before you protested. “Hey, hey! Get the fuck out of my apartment, who the hell do you think you are? How did you get in here? Stop- Stop touching my clothing you freak!” Running behind him, you grabbed his arm.
Within a blink, Shawn had you pinned to the wall, his bird tattoo clad against your throat. Tears quickly formed in your eyes, choking out coughs and pleas for your life. He chuckled. “Your fear is delicious, my love.” Shawn said as he leaned in to your hair, sucking in a deep breath. “However, we need to go, and I’m done with these foolish games.”
A final squeeze and he was off of your cowering body, turning around to ignore your body crumpling over. Shawn zipped up the overnight bag he packed himself and began walking towards the door. You stood upright, coughing into your elbow while wiping tears. He motioned to the door, tapping his foot.
“I’m not going unless you tell me where and why.” Shawn let out a groan, taking quick strides. “You need to trust me, my love. I’m here to protect you. Trust me and I will keep you safe.” You scoffed.
“Then, what the hell was that, moron? If you wanted to sneak in and steal my stuff, fine. Get out. I’m not going with you.” Shawn shook his head, his brows furrowing tighter. As he opened his mouth, there was a light knock at your door. You began walking to the door, yet Shawn caught your arm. “Let go.”
He pulled you to the bedroom once again, covering your mouth tightly and closing the door behind you. “Listen, we need to leave right now.” You shook your head, reaching for the door once again. “Tell me what the fuck is going on, Shawn. Why should I trust you? Who are you? Where are you taking me?”
Shawn turned towards the door, ear pressed to hear the newly formed commotion in the living room and kitchen area. You held your breath, watching Shawn run to the window and open the glass. He turned quickly, grabbing your shoulders and forcing you to sit on the ledge. Shawn kept your face to him, not wanting you to watch the next event to occur.
The bedroom door whipped opened, you let out a scream. Looking to Shawn, he gave you the first smile since meeting him. “I’m taking you to Hell.” And with a quick shove, you fell back.
You’d always imagined death to be beautiful, like a celebration of your happiest times and memories. A farewell to the life you’d been blessed with, and onto a newer and more exciting adventure. It was a mystery as to what life was like after your time was up. However, now you knew.
It was a plush, king sized bed with red satin sheets in a room surrounded by black, grey and white. The floors were marbled, the walls were a solid tone of grey, and the bed frame was engraved with patterns so intricate it would take days to finish the detailing.
You sat up in the beautifully soft sheets, fingers grabbing at the material thick in your fingers. Letting out a yawn, you stretched your sore arms. Peering around once more. The room was bare and lacking personality, yet you wondered why there was no memoirs or items of sentimental value. As your feet touched the surprisingly warm marble, the door opened.
Shawn.
He walked in, a cut on his forehead and bruises along his jaw and lip. You gasped, the fear diving into your chest like a blade. He caught your shocked expression, sucking in a deep breath with a smile. “Good morning, my love. I see you slept well.” Shawn walked beyond your frame, and opened the newly discovered bathroom door to clean up.
With hesitance, you stood and followed him in, marveling at the stunning black and white features along the room. “What happened, can you please explain to me where I am?” Shawn held a white towel to his forehead, watching the blood seep into the fabric. It was black.
“You’re in Hell, my love. You died.”
Scoffing, you pushed off the doorframe and walked into the bathroom fully, standing tall next to Shawn. “Shut the fuck up, tell me where I really am.” Shawn let out a giggle, looking over his shoulder with a smirk. “Is that really how you should be talking to your King? After all, I saved your life.”
You looked directly into the mirror, panic beginning to seep further into your bones. Shawn stood up tall, walking behind you in the mirror, focused on your confused facial expression. “Don’t you remember seeing me after those long nights, where you’d use those pretty little bath bombs? Or hearing my laugh when you’d burn yourself on the stove. How careless.”
Tears flooded your eyes. “Stop.” Shawn placed his bruised and swollen hands on your shoulders, connecting his eyes with yours. “What about all those sunny days on the sidewalk, or how you saw me move in your peripherals?”
“Stop it, Shawn.”
“I’ve always been here, by your side. Waiting for the right moment to bring you home. I couldn’t stand those bastards hurting your precious mind. Stopping what was rightfully mine. But, now you’re here with me, my love. And we can make them pay. Wouldn’t you like that?”
You sobbed into your hand, slowly falling to the ground of the bathroom floor, collapsing in on yourself. “You were meant to rule alongside me, you were born for the crown. I brought you here. I saved you! I killed those angels, ripped their wings feather by feather! Isn’t that enough?”
Looking beyond your tears, Shawn was standing above you, a small frown on his cheeks. “I-I need time.” He nodded, heading for the door. “Wait, Shawn?” He turned on his heel, bruises already beginning to fade lightly into greens and yellow. “Where’s Sebastian?”
Shawn clicked his tongue, then suddenly jerked forwards. “Oh, yes! Of course. I left him there, in your apartment. You’ll see him soon, in about a month, give or take a few weeks. However long it takes for... Okay, I’ll let you be.”
He left the bedroom, leaving you to quiet sobs in the new place you would soon call home.
8 demon!Shawn plz
8 and 13 please if you can? Btw love your writing @noisyfanghostpie
A/N: This is my first time with demon!Shawn and it was fun to try that, thank you for requesting it! Prompts were “Looks like we’ll be trapped here for a while.” “My hands are shaking.”
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Summary: In a world where your relationship could get you both killed Shawn does everything he can to protect you, and no matter what happens his priority is always to keep you safe.
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“Shawn what are you doing?” Your voice was barely above a whisper as he dragged you into a smaller room before anyone could see you.
“They’re coming our way,” He locked the door and stilled, bringing a finger to his lips to urge you to stay silent.
He knew it was wrong that he was with you, he just couldn’t help it. He risked your life and his every time he brought you here but it was too hard to stay away, he had tried for weeks before giving in and telling you the truth.
Demons couldn’t be with humans, it was the law, and that meant he couldn’t be with you. It wasn’t the first time people almost caught you, but usually it was when you were sneaking in and out of the underworld, not when you were just in Shawn’s place.
You let him concentrate to conceal the door until it disappeared and looked just like the rest of the walls. You didn’t understand how they had gotten in in the first place, or why they would be here at all.
“What are they doing here?”
“Inspections,” He looked around the small room, there wasn’t much space to move but it would have to be good enough to hide you. “They’ve been going on for weeks, every time someone leaves they inspect their place.”
“Why?” You frowned, Shawn always said he was out when you came here to make sure no one would show up and disturb him.
“Dunno, we might find out,” He listened closely to the voices that rose in the room next to you.
“The human smell is stronger here,” One of the men says.
“You think it’s him? Why would he interact with humans?”
“We’ll bring him in for questioning when he gets back. Search the rest of the house.”
Your eyes widened at the words and Shawn’s teeth dug into his bottom lip. The law was strict, relationships between humans and demons were prohibited and deemed unnatural, if any of you were caught there wasn’t even the slightest chance that you’d escape the consequences.
“Looks like we’ll be trapped here for a while.” He listened closely to what was going on outside.
“How did they know?” You always wore the clothes he brought you to mask your scent, you were careful and changed the locations he met you at, it had been enough for months.
“I’ll find out, we’ll wait for them to go and then I’ll sneak you out, alright?”
“What about you? They said they’d question you.” You worried because you knew other demons wouldn’t understand why he was with you, and they wouldn’t show the slightest mercy if he was proven guilty.
“I’ll be just fine.” He breathed out, barely believing it himself.
“My hands are shaking,”
“We’re okay,” Shawn reminded you. “They don’t know, I’ll get you home and deal with it, okay?”
“What if they find something? They won’t know who I am but this is your place.” You knew you could escape but Shawn had nowhere else to go, he wasn’t just some minor demon, he couldn’t disappear if he wanted to.
“I’ll be alright, we’ve been careful,” He kissed your forehead. “I’ll just sneak you out so you’re safe, then I might not be able to come see you for a few days.” He knew it would be a lot longer than that, but he needed this time with you to be good, he needed you to know he loved you.
“It’s okay, as long as you’re safe I’ll just wait.” You nodded against his chest.
You had been taking too many risks lately, seeing each other more often when you knew you shouldn’t, spending hours with him when you used to restrict your time to make sure no one would be suspicious.
“Alright, they won’t find this door but they might stay for an hour or two.” Shawn informed you, he was used to the protocol
He had participated in those searches before to throw them off his trail, but now they were onto him and he knew he wouldn’t be able to hide for long.
He was going to get caught, your smell was all over his room and they wouldn’t be able to miss it. His only shot was to sneak you out, they knew about him but they’d never find out about you, he’d do everything to keep you safe.
“Guess we get an hour or two together then,” You hugged him tightly, holding on to his reassuring words that they wouldn’t find anything.
“After that I’ll sneak you out through the passage that leads to the Main Street, then I need you to run and disappear in the crowd, okay?” He was planning everything in his head, his first goal was to keep you safe, the second was to get himself out of that situation. He wasn’t sure he’d be able to do it this time.
“Yeah, yeah I can do that.” You agreed, his plans had always worked so far, he knew this place better than anyone else would.
He was powerful but some orders came from above him and he didn’t have the authority to cancel a search when a human was involved, he certainly didn’t have the authority to protect your life or his if you were discovered. He didn’t want to worry you beforehand and you trusted him, you trusted that he would find a way to get rid of them because he always did.
“You can go to someone’s place but don’t go home for at least two hours,” He reviewed all the ways they could try to find you, but your smell wasn’t distinct from other humans so they wouldn’t be able to catch you once you were among them.
“You think they’ll find me?”
“I’ll make sure they don’t.” He tried to memorise the way your body fit against his because he wasn’t sure he’d ever get to feel it again. “I’ll stay away for at least a month, maybe two, but as soon and I can I’ll send Brian to see you, alright?” He told you a few days, but his chances of making it out alive were so slim that he had to add more time, maybe an endless amount of time.
“That’s a really long time,” You murmured, hugging him tighter.
“I know, it’ll be okay.” He ignored the lump in his throat.
Shawn spent some more time assuring you the situation would sort itself out, and he played off the desperation in his kisses as something less. He said it’d be hard to stay away for a month or two, and he said it so many times that you believed him.
You enjoyed every second you got together to tell him you loved him, and Shawn repeated those three words more times than you could count. Having you stuck with him for that remaining hour was both a blessing and a torture, he wanted to enjoy every second but he was having a hard time not breaking down in front of you.
When the time came he brought you through the passage rapidly, holding your hand and almost running to get you somewhere face as fast as he could. He knew that if you found out he had no way of staying safe you’d never leave and you would take the fall with him.
“Go, and don’t turn back.” He swallowed back tears. “I love you so much, more than you can think.”
“I love you more.” You stole one last kiss before disappearing in the crowd of people away from him.
This might be the last time he saw you and he didn’t want to forget a thing, he knew he would need the memories to get through the next few days. He was in trouble and he knew it, there was no way he’d be able to get out of that one. Shawn watched you walk away until he heard footsteps in the corridor, and he pretended to be walking right back in.
“Mendes,” The first demon spoke. “We have some questions.”
He couldn’t run and he couldn’t lie, he was caught and he would have to deal with the downfall. He knew what he was getting into the first time he brought you here, he knew the risks and he had always known that if you were discovered he would do anything to protect you, even if he had to die for it.
Shawn: *takes pic standing under exit sign* Me: Yes please do and don't come back until you're stop acting like a dick
So I thought I would update you on my fanfic. Its going to be called Heart of Gold and Ink. Thats what the blog will also be called. All chapters will e named after fan songs and a selected piece of lyrics from the song that will give a little hints as to what to expect in each chapter. Currently working on loop 1 and loop 2. Also, So we got both possessed Henry and Sammy, so why not a possessed Wally? Like that one post with the ships with Wally x Ink Machine? Except how would Shawn take it?
I’ll check the fanfic and account out then!! I’m excited-
Totally, definitely, not well.
Can I make a comment too, if you don’t mind?
It’s kind of funny, because in the Demon AU, I made Shawn a demon- so poor demon Shawn is watching Wally get possessed? You tell me if this relates to the Demon AU!
Scaling The Ivy Walls || Crossroads pt. 2 || demon!shawn
People wanted a part 2, so here we go. part one is here
“Unbutton this for me, please?” Shawn asks, holding out his arm. The cuff of his collared shirt was just a button, but the small pearly cufflink in his hand proved otherwise.
I unbutton the cuff before turning and looking at him fully.
His hair was perfectly tousled like he planned it, and his shirt was open about three buttons.
The sight brought a sigh to my lips, which I let go.
He looks over at me, then smirks. “You okay?”
“You’re just so pretty.” I grin.
“Says you.” He murmurs, kissing my head.
I laugh softly, then Shawn’s wrist chimes.
“We’re wanted at the gala.” He starts punching numbers into his wristpad before a portal opens, and we step through.
