#philip x reader

[katz-chow]

texts with philip graves & his fiancé

a/n: NO COD SPOILERS I DON’T WANT TO HEAR IT. philip graves is my baby my pookie bear my schnookums

[diejager]

What about....erm...humiliating Graves???

Ma’am Cw: humiliation, switch!Graves, cock ring, wax play, BDSM, consent check, clothed woman/naked man, uniform, Ma’am, tell me if I missed any.

Crediting @yawnderu for this, mostly inspired by K-9 chapter... 5?

It started with a taunt, a snide remark from your lips about you being able to grind him down better than he could humble you, threatening to pull him down by the balls and work him down his high pedestal. He gave you a grin, eyes exhuming arrogance, smile overconfident with his own ability to withstand any torture you’d dish out; and his overzealous attitude was his downfall.

He pulled at the bindings, black leather flexing under his struggle, shoulders raising and feet kicking, but that did nothing. You’d gotten your skills from the best, learning to bind rope with strong knots and intricate designs, but you decided to use leather, strong and unyielding against Graves’ strength. It held him down nicely, tied to a chair, stripped from all clothing while you wore your uniform, wearing his colours unabashedly.

“Christ, doll-” he jerked, red-faced with shaking thighs and laboured breathing.

“You’ll have to speak up, Philip,” you crooned, smile gleefully mean as you peered down at him, lashes fluttering at his wide, dilated pupil.

“Sweetheart!”

He threw his head back when you tilted the burning candle, hot wax dripping down his pebbled nipple, erect and swollen from the minutes you spent sucking, pulling and biting, grinning at him all the while. You watched him jerk around, the cooling wax rolling down his chest, adding to more dried trails down his chest, a pleasing sight to you. His cock stood proud, ramrod with a red head, throbbing from being neglected and degraded by you. You’d called him a mutt, a filthy dog biting more than he could chew, you cooed at him as if he was irresponsible and needing help with the simplest matters in life.

You watched his cut head twitch, pearly pre leaking from his slit. Down the bulbous head and shaft, the veins that crossed over his girth and pumped blood into his oversensitive head, from the cock ring at the base to the blushing top. You poked it, manicured nail tipping it against his soft stomach, feeling it pulse beneath your digit. He flushed with embarrassment, seeing you make his body sing to you, angered by his body’s betrayal. Bringing the candle down his body, you cocked the flame, admiring the slow trickle of wax down to his cock, the head jumping from the burning warmth.

“Fuck!” Graves hissed, curling his hands and gritting his teeth.

He flinched back harshly, cock bobbing with the tensing of his thighs and squirming. His strong reaction made you still, taking the candle away and peer at his sweating face, he had his jaw clenched, eyes closed and veins popping out of his forehead.

“Are you okay, Phill?” You asked, brows crossed. “Is it too much?”

“No-no,” he gasped out, blinking away pleasured tears. “Fuck, please. I need it-”

It didn’t hurt, it only drove him wilder, deeper into your trap to feel something warm wrapped around his shaft. The wax was only a catalyst to his undoing, his unparalleled need to cum.The line between pain and pleasure blurred in his mind, finding his cock jerking around from every twist of his nipple or the slap of his chest, his sun-kissed skin tinging red. Your smirk returned once you saw that he was willing to continue, pleas slipping from his tongue rather than the established safeword.

“What do you need exactly?”

“To come!”

Shudders wracked his body, eyes rolling back into his head as you grasped his girth, giving him a few pumps to keep him awake.

“I can’t hear you with all this noise, Philip.”

“Please, Ma’am,, please let me come.”

You broke into a vicious grin, eyes gleaming dangerously at the authoritative title.

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[sirius-void]

"I will take the suffering from you."

Seraphim Angel! Reader x Belos

Reader softly hummed as they walked down the hallway. No current issues to deal with. The covenheads being amicable. Kikimora on an important mission or whatever. And, Hunter... off doing whatever boys do nowadays.

They were thinking they should go out more when they ended up at his study.

The door was sealed by magic, runes, glyphs. Whatever he could get his hands on they were on this door. It prevented creatures like witches and demons from entering unless they wanted to suffer a gruesome fate.

The angel had made a little trick in this hall. No how hard a single witch may try. They cannot enter the hallway. Being teleported to one similar looking.

All to prevent their deaths.

Though it was funny to hear of tales of scouts or Kiki trying to get to his study and ending up at the cafeteria.

Oh. And being neither witch nor demon meant that they just had to use a simple protection spell. While his magic may not hurt them, the glyphs might give them a slight burn or even a few cuts if they're not careful.

So, after casting the spell they opened the door and walked in. Then, the yellow glow around them dissipated into nothingness.

Seeing him sitting at his desk over a piece of paper. Looking calm and relaxed. It took Reader to knock on the door behind them for Philip to notice,

"Angel? What brings you to my study?" He'd ask, standing now.

Reader cleared their throat. "Just checking in." They'd walk up to him then look down at his desk. It was a drawing of Luz? Well. Now seeing the unfinished-ness of the drawing and the faint words "WANTED" on it they realized what it was.

"Hm. Interesting drawing. Though, I think her hoodie is a bit more purple. That looks too magenta." The angel commented, looking over Philip's shoulder. Unintentionally resting their chin on it.

Philip, being the ever most chaste and modest man, when feeling a bit of warmth rise to his face he stuffed it back down, annoyed at the demon within trying making him think strangely.

"Yes, yes. This is simply a draft of it. It was never meant to be the final version." He waved off their comment, though- mentally took a note of it as now with the added information it did in fact look too pink.

Reader slipped to his other side. Talking which surprised him a bit more, how did they move so gracefully?

"You should draw me. It was be nice to see what I look like to you." They'd dip their finger in a more purple ink and pressed it to the drawing of Luz's hoodie, making it look more accurate. Philip perked up at this.

"That would be extremely-!" He started but was cut off. "Oh, dearest Philip. Must it take me becoming a dangerous bandit and criminal to be drawn by you?" They'd ask playfully, somehow standing in front of him now.

Philip froze. The warmth rising in his face, now much harder to hide and force back down. "I-" He coughed, clearing his throat and looking away from the Angel's gaze. "Will think about it.."

Reader smiled. "Thank you, dear." Then. Just like how they came. They were gone.

All alone Philip sighed. The angel making his day brighter. Despite the constant palisman yelling and screaming and trying to take over now and then, they were his flame in the dark.

Almost getting caught in a daydream he sharply inhaled. A slight pain in his arm. Looking at it he could see the glyphs glowing a tinge of bright gold?

He wasn't even using any magic and yet, the pains grew.

Philip softly huffed and went back to finishing the first draft, thinking it was the angel trying to heal him once again, even though it didn't work the first time.

Unaware of the angel actually attempting to use glyph magic while adding on their own magic, causing all glyphs on the isles to channel a bit of their angelic magic.

[the-chosen-fanfiction]

Headcanons | Having a child with Little James, Philip & Matthew during the ministry | Romantic

Requested by Em

Little James

James would feel quite embarrassed at first when you tell him you’re pregnant. He knows that because of his condition, he’d definitely not be able to be the parent he wishes to be. After all, he pictures a father being able to roughhouse with his children and carry them around when their little feet hurt. Being on the road all the time makes it even more complicated…

You are so fast to eliminate that false notion of him, though. There is no one else you’d rather have a family with than him, loving him more than anyone.

Little James would be extremely protective and thoughtful throughout your pregnancy, making sure that you are comfortable and lending you his walking stick whenever he sees you struggling.

When you go into labour, he never leaves your side, not for a second. No matter how much his back is begging him to sit down, he doesn’t listen to it.

He’d be overjoyed and super careful with your baby, a beautiful daughter whom he will definitely coddle any time he gets the chance.

Every time you look at him, you are reminded why you chose to start a family with James, your heart swelling with so much love.

“Abba— Abba—” your daughter would be clapping her hands as she says her first word.

James would literally cry upon hearing that, his heart thumping with so much pride and joy, but also with confidence that your child thinks of him as a very important person in her life. “That’s right. I’m your abba…” It is a massive reassurance for him as well.

Philip

Wait, you are pregnant?! How did that happen?! 

Well, Philip knows how it happened, but he didn’t expect it to happen so easily. It wasn’t like you were actively trying, since the ministry takes up so much time and energy, but it happened anyways.

Not that it truly matters. He wouldn’t have it any other way. Once the initial shock dies down, he cries tears of joy. He can barely believe it that you’ve been so blessed!

He will whisper Psalms at your belly before going to sleep at night. You would also pray over your unborn child together.

You give birth to a healthy baby boy.

Philip will definitely teach him to read and write from a young age, teaching him all the Scripture that he knows, so that it will be locked away inside the boy’s heart.

The child receiving piggy back rides on his shoulders whenever you are travelling. Philip loves how inquisitive your son is, gladly answering all the questions that the boy asks him about whatever they are coming across on the road.

“What’s that?” 

“That’s an owl. This one is awake a bit early, because they always fly around at night—” 

“—What’s that?”

“A jackal, they can be a bit—” 

“—And that?” 

“That’s a persimmon tree, would you like to have—” 

“—And that?”

The boy basically wants to know everything and barely lets Philip talk. 

He grows up to be such a smart kid and Philip is so immensely proud.

Matthew

Oh sweet Matthew, he’d literally faint once you tell him that you two are expecting a baby. 

He already kissed the ground you walked on, so now that you’re having a baby, his baby, Matthew will barely know how to handle himself around you.

Luckily, you are very patient with him and have learnt over the years of being with him how to clearly vocalise your needs. He is such a treasure and answers to your every beck and call.

He will literally forget all about himself in favour of being of service to you.

“What do you need?”

“I need you to sit down and have dinner with me.” 

“Would you like more water? Do you need me to cut up your vegetables for you? I could get you an extra pillow to get more comfortable—” 

“—Matthew, my love. Please, come sit down with me. That’s all I want.” 

Once your contractions begin, he will freak out. He’s panicking all throughout your labour.

The first time he holds his son, afraid to break him, Matthew sniffles softly and smiles.

“Oh, (Y/n), look at him… How does such perfection even exist?” 

Your child is a very early talker, saying his first word during a random mission trip about half a year after he’s been born. You’ve only recently joined the travels of the Messiah again and everyone hears it, gasping in unison before turning to the baby you’re holding in a cloth against your chest. “Jesus!” he coos, reaching out his chubby hands to the Messiah, “Jesus!” 

Matthew and you happily look at one another, tears of joy in your eyes. What better word for your son to say first than the Name above all names?

[watchandwrite]

I have returned!!

Hello! It’s been a while, but after a couple of big life changes I’m back!! And I’m catching up on the requests that I was given too (woohoo! Praise God!!)

I was initially working on a Judas x Reader and that’s probably gonna be what I continue first (that or pick up another pending request to give some more inspo for it, as I had gotten a little stumped). I may also be a little rusty with writing but I want to do it again!

I’m going to tentatively reopen requests as well!

[thechosenlover]

Philip ⋇⋆✦⋆⋇ Oatmeal and carob cookies (Romantic)

Summary: After witnessing a woman's flirtation with your boyfriend, you feel alienated (and a little jealous). Luckily, reconciliation can be as sweet as an oatmeal-carob cookie.

N/A: I hope what I have written is as interesting as the person who asked me to write it expected it to be. Let me know if it's to your liking <3.

Requested by anon.

You couldn't take your eyes off that woman who was flirting with your boyfriend.

Yes, your boyfriend.

At first, when a girl had sweetly approached Felipe at the fabric stall, you hadn't paid much attention to her and had let it pass because you were in the market and you thought she simply wanted some recommendation or was looking for help to find a stall for something specific.

But, after several minutes in which the conversation seemed to drag on long enough to be a mere indication, you could say with certainty that what that woman was looking for was nothing more than flirting with your man.

You repositioned the veil of the robe and arranged your hair while you watched as she now lightly touched the arm of your beloved while he laughed at something she had said making you feel as if your gaze was able to make that market square and around you burn.

"This fabric is very pretty. This color pleases me, maybe I could make a dress out of it. It would look very nice on you too T/N".

Suddenly Tamar's voice brought you out of your own thoughts and you looked away for a moment from that “boyfriend-stealing” woman (that's what you had decided to call her) and turned your attention to your friend.

"Sorry I was distracted. What were you saying?"

"I was saying that this fabric is perfect to make some dress"

"Mhm" you hummed in agreement "it's very nice no doubt".

Your gaze flew back to them for a moment and your heart almost jumped out of your chest as you saw that woman leaning a little closer to Philip.

Despite everything, you couldn't deny that she was really beautiful: tanned skin, jet black eyes and wavy auburn hair that showed she took care of it with a lot of love and dedication.

Normally you would never tend to compare yourself to other people. You had always seen yourself as beautiful and even when you were surrounded by beautiful people like Ramah or Tamar, you had never looked down on yourself and had admired them from the perspective of just that: pure admiration. So what you felt now could not be defined as a comparison but rather as discomfort at seeing another person so close to something that was most important to you.

"What are you looking at?" you startled at the sound of your friend's voice and were suddenly aware of how much you had kept your eyes glued to the people who were the cause of your annoyance right now "oh, I see"

"What do you see?"

"You're jealous because another woman is flirting with your boyfriend"

"I'm not jealous" you corrected her.

"Not at all" she replied half mockingly.

You just clicked your tongue and left with little James and Thaddeus who were at a food stand looking for some snacks for when you resumed your trip.

"Look, sugared peanuts" little James pointed out to you "they are my favorite, you know? I think I'll buy some before we leave".

"They look delicious" you confirmed with a smile and you saw how Thaddeus was also getting ready to buy some more to share with his friend later.

You, for your part looked curiously at some large cookies that seemed to have oat flakes and carob coated with an unknown but nice looking sauce. You had a sweet tooth and couldn't resist a sight like that.

But just before you could do anything, someone approached you from your left side and when you saw who it was you almost dropped your soul at your feet.

"T/N, I was looking for you. Look this is Martha, I met her a while ago at a fabric stall, turns out she's a seamstress! Isn't she amazing? She says she's going to make me a new tunic..."

What, what, what?

You looked slowly towards the supposed Martha who was staring enraptured at your man who was still talking things you were no longer listening to and the next thing you knew was that Andrew went in search of him for a moment and walked away with him to another place.

Maybe Tamar was right: you were jealous and there was no way you could hide it any longer. So you decided to continue with your previous purchase and get out of there as soon as possible. You felt uncomfortable being alone with her.

"T/N" you were surprised to hear her voice. How sweet she was "how long have you known Philip? Are you close friends?"

You twitched a little at that question and were about to reluctantly answer her that it mattered to her when John arrived and interrupted your "conversation".

"You are Martha, right? Philip told me that you could make me a tunic, you see, mine also broke recently"

You finished paying the owner of the candy stall and took the opportunity to walk away slowly. You wanted to be alone for a while, so you went back to the campsite and moved away from the hustle and bustle of the market.

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"T/N, are you back so fast?" Jesus came up to you as soon as he saw you appear around camp. He was sharpening what appeared to be a knife to peel and eat a couple of apples and peaches. Your favorite fruits.

"Yes, I finished quickly and came back to rest for a while. I brought cookies, would you like to share them with me?"

"Of course I would, from the smell of them I can tell they are delicious"

You both sat down in the center of the now empty camp (as everyone was still shopping) and began to eat in silence. The peaches were very tasty and the oatmeal carob cookies with that mysterious sauce you couldn't identify lifted your spirits a bit.

"You look a little down, did something happen at the market? "Jesus asked as he took a bite of one of the apples.

"Nothing in particular"

"Are you sure? You know you can talk to me about anything that worries you"

Deep down you knew he knew. So you had no reason to hide it from him and you needed to express out loud what you were feeling.

"We were in the square" you began "and a very pretty woman has approached Philip and seemed very interested in him"

You took a breath of air before continuing.

"And well I couldn't help but feel something inside me that was upset".

"I understand" she put a hand on your back reassuringly "and tell me, have you talked about it with Philip?"

You shook your head "no, I haven't been able to yet. He came up with her when I was buying the cookies and then he started saying she was going to make him a new robe and the next thing I knew was that John wanted one too and I.... "

"You felt threatened" completed for you.

You nodded your head as you felt your eyes water a little.

"Well, over there comes Philip and he seems a little worried. You should talk to him, I'll leave you two alone so you can be quiet"

You turned your body to where Jesus was looking and saw Philip approaching. Jesus retreated for a walk to give you privacy.

"T/N, why did you leave so quickly? You disappeared all of a sudden" said your boyfriend standing in front of you.

"What's up, are you done talking to Martha yet?"

"What's that for?" he asked puzzled, he was still oblivious to your feelings.

"You looked pretty comfortable with her. You didn't even notice I was gone until now."

"Wait a minute, are you jealous?" a smile was beginning to cross his face at the thought of you that way for him.

"It's not funny Philip, do you have any idea how I've been feeling perchance?" you blurted out with tears in your eyes now.

"Love, what's wrong? Why are you crying?" now it was concern the feeling that came over him seeing you break down like that.

"You don't understand anything!" you suddenly cried out and covered your face with your hands as you cried inconsolably "I was afraid, I've never felt like that before. You seemed so comfortable hanging out with her that for a moment... I felt left out. I looked at her and saw that she was beautiful and kind and.... and I... "

Suddenly arms wrapped around you and Philip pulled you against his chest. You clung to the fabric of his robe as you continued to sob.

"I'm sorry, love. Forgive me. I didn't realize I was hurting you."

“Don't apologize” you replied "you didn't do anything wrong, I had no right to be mad at you it's just that for a moment I guess it bothered me to see another woman around you and she seemed so cool that I was afraid I would feel left out. Besides, you could tell she was interested in you" you pouted which Philip thought was adorable.

“So she was interested in me? You think so?”

You nodded energetically.

“Then I'll have to make it clear to her that I already have someone I love very much by my side and want more than anything in the world” he whispered as he gently grabbed your chin with his index finger and thumb to lift your head and look into your eyes. Your heart pounded in your chest as he leaned in and his lips met yours in a sweet kiss.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and returned it passionately, only when shortness of breath set in did you reluctantly pull apart.

"You taste so sweet. I think I'm going to need more kisses" he joked moving closer to you again, his mouth hovering over yours.

"It must be some cookies I brought from the market. I've eaten some before with Jesus, there are still some left, would you like to try them?"

"They look really good but there's something I'd like to try again first" and with those words he closed the gap between you.

[yakulin]

“What makes you think you’re so special?” Lip yelled, you’ve always known that relationships meant jackshit to him but you couldn’t help but hope that he would different with you. “Because I’ve done everything for you, Lip! Why cant you see that? Why cant you just love me and only me?” You yelled back, you weren’t obsessive about him, but you just wanted him to .

“I never asked you to do shit for me, and you should’ve learned something when me and Mandy where together” Lip retorted, at that moment you seriously couldn’t think of a reason why you ever fell for him, fell for someone who never gave a single shit about you. “Are you serious? You’re such a dick!” You responded, grabbing your coat putting it on as Lip just watched blankly. “You’re just like your father, a pathetic alcoholic whore” You said before leaving his room.

Fiona was downstairs feeding Liam, she didn’t even face you but she understood what was going on. “I knew he was cheating on you with Karen, I’ve been so busy that I forgot to tell you” Fiona said, making you stop on your tracks. “You didn’t have to tell me, I should’ve known from the start, but make sure to warn his next girlfriend for me” You responded, continuing your way outside the house.

[glyhpsrfvckincol]

Hi! Could you please do an Emperor Belos x reader where the reader and Belos used to be good friends in the human realm and When Belos and Caleb found the Demon Realm Reader tried looking for him but died in the process and somehow ended up in the Demon Realm? Then Belos found them and took them to the castle and helped them and then they kiss lol srry if this is long

History || Emperor Belos

Synopsis - Emperor Belos, who you once loved as Phillip, finds your corpse and restores you.

Warnings - Mentions of death. Old ass Belos. Cannibals. 

A/n - I have a love-hate relationship with this dude.

Requests are opened; headcanons only

↳ Ahh, young love.

↳ Your families had betrothed you to one another, as he had been born only a month after you.

↳ Either that, or it’s childhood friends to lovers. Cause ✨ Gay ✨

↳ Despite that, you fell for one another by 15.

↳ You know that trope, “She fell first, but he fell harder”? Yeah, that’s you both.

↳ Philip, who you affectionately call ‘Pip’, discovered the demon realm while he, you and Caleb where off sneaking out of the village for a few hours.

↳ The 3 of you were famously known around the village for your reckless adventures. Many of these adventures had worked out in favour though, considering you had caught a few mountain lions heading towards your town and were able to warn the towns folk before any real harm could be done to gravesfield.

↳ You actually moved with them to gravesfield, as what had killed their parents was a mistimed house fire that took your parents as well.

↳ Being only the short age of 19, you decided that instead of messing with fate, you travelled back home, pretending as if you all had all been out picking berries.

↳ Or some bitch lame activity.

↳ But, as fate happens, Caleb came across the portal to the Demon realm again, and y’know what they say, right?

↳ Curiosity killed the cat.

↳ Philip finds out, mainly cause Caleb actually planned his trip by writing it down in his diary.

↳ Caleb had been missing for a few days and both of you were worried.

↳ So Philip actually informed the town that he was travelling into the Demon realm.

↳ You assumed you would be going with him. You were not.

↳ Let’s be honest, there is no way in hell he would let you go with him. He genuinely loves you bro.

↳ So, you begrudgingly stayed. Obviously not without him proposing, in secret as it is the early 1600’s, giving you a pretty ring.<3

↳ So, off he traveled into the demon realm, with the promise of coming back safely with his dear brother.

↳ You never saw him again.

↳ He had promised he would come back to you within weeks. You waited years. The ring he gave you remained on you finger, hoping he’d one day come back to finish the end of his promise.

↳ When you were nearly 30, you gave up waiting for him to come back, and instead searched for a way to get to him.

↳ The portal you had found with the Wittebane brothers had closed long before you had seeked it without them.

↳ So, instead you would search the forest in hopes you would stumble across a gate or door of some description by chance.

↳ That wasn’t where your luck was.

↳ You fell through the earth, which turned into sky and landed on hard, yet simultaneously soft rock.

↳ Though, you still broke a leg when you hit the ground.

↳ Bone poking through the leg.

↳ And unfortunately for you, barbaric witches could smell the blood from your fucked up leg.

↳ They ate you.

↳ They ate and left no crumbs bestie😔✊

↳ They buried what was left of you. Your clothes, bones, hair, 1 eyeball and your ring.

↳ And around 350-ish years later, a random coven scout, managed to find your remains.

↳ He was on a mission with the GG prior to Hunter, who was barely out of training.

↳ He pointed out the pile of bones and dirt covered clothes to him, and the GG recognised them as the love of Belos’ life, the one he had heard a few stories of.

↳ Belos talked about you so often, to all the previous Golden Guards with such details, it was no wonder the GG could recognise you. Belos also had a small painting of you, cause it was the 1600s when you knew each other.

↳ He also saw the similarities between the ring your finger held to Emperor Belos’.

↳ So, he ordered the other coven scouts that had been assigned on the mission to bring your bones back with them to the castle.

↳ During his mission report, he mentioned the pile of bones he had discovered. He also told Belos himself, figuring that if it were you, he’d want to know immediately.

↳ Belos had demanded to know where you had been placed, and sought you out the moment the GG told him.

↳ He too recognises you, noticing how you had been wearing one of your favourite outfits and the ring he had given you.

↳ And so, like he had done with his brother a multitude of times, he was gonna make a Grim Walker of you.

↳ Belos is a psycho, I don’t know what you expected. 🤷

↳ Belos gets to work immediately, and seeing as he has done this process several times before, he finished quickly and then just had to wait.

↳ Eventually you crawled from the dirt, around the age he had left you back in the human realm.

↳ Though all your memories of him or anything, weren’t existent.

↳ So you know the memory thing Luz and Willow did back in season 1? Yeah that, but to himself.

↳ Belos is a psycho but a psycho in love with you.

↳ He talked of all the memories you two had together, how you fell in love and when tragedy struck.

↳ But none of it worked.

↳ So he asked Collector to just restore your memories and fake ones of how you got to the Demon Relam

↳ Belos wanted to be your saviour, to be the one person you remember.

↳ He knew he’d have to be careful with how he treated you, worried that you’d remember how he had abandoned you and become cold to him.

↳ Belos only had these fears due to Caleb’s ghost constant remarks about how shitty Belos was for leaving you alone, filled with hope based on fake, empty promises.

↳ Belos kisses you when he sees a fit opportunity, which is a lot, scared that he’d have to restart the process of getting you to love and remember him again.

↳ Constantly bribes you with lavish gifts and promised riches.

↳ Also, a lot of gaslighting, he’s a tad bit very toxic.

↳ He loves you, he’s just incredibly mentally ill and hella misguided by 1600’ Orthodox Christian’s.

↳ Back when he was Phillip, he loved you in the way he thought he’d go crazy without you. But now, as Belos, you make him insane beyond all reasoning.