When Sock isn't taunting Jonathan A little Valhalla Soundbox and a certain pair of headphones make him seem enticingly bearable. Rated t for use of a swear.

Even if it seemed like Jonathan didn't give a care, somewhere deep down...he still did.

"You wanna stick something in it?" "Kinda." The wound was Socks eternal reminder of that night, a souvenir of Socks mistakes. What was Jonathan to make of eternal reminders? If he followed Sock to hell, what would his eternal reminder be? Its just a short drabble.

Sock calls the knife at the beginning of the film his "old friend". So I wrote a little something about him meeting his "old friend" and how this "friend" influenced his life. The piece has a somewhat poetic feel to it all which I particularly like.

A short fic about the absence of Sock's parents and what became of it. Maybe they just wanted to forget the little demon they both had made. He was homicidal after all. Rated t for a swear word and all. Contains gory imagery.

Wow its been ages since I last contributed to this fandom. Anyway this story is something I wrote about what Sock and Jonathan see their existence together as. Its written in my weird style that I use that lingers between story, vignette, and free verse poem. Be warned it does contain some graphic and gory imagery.

Even if it all went to shit Jonathan still ended up dancing

When Jonathan finally gives Sock much needed contact he's left more vulnerable than ever

When Jonathan comes home one day sick and tired Sock decides to take care of him but ends up figuring out his true feelings inside.

My old original story punching the ticket is now rewritten and much much better now so please enjoy this new and improved edit.

Providence held a knife and Mephistophelese held a burnt past. Alternate backstory AU.

A short fic I wrote about what happened leading up to the beginning of welcome to hell

Jonathan finally dies. He just couldn't stand it anymore

For the W2H Big Bang on Tumblr! Providence is up to writing a fanfic for the Gods fanfiction contest, and that just happens to be a fluff AU of the W2H cast. SockJonLilJojo ('fanfic' wise) and ProviMephi. Oneshot.

Estaba harto de todo: de que Sock siempre se le insinuara y le provocara y de sentirse como un tonto. Maldito fuera por haber conseguido que cayera en su juego, y él mismo por permitirle ganar. Porque Sock en verdad era un demonio, uno muy listo.

Two weeks into his new life as demonic pest, Sock ached. Not physically, because physically he felt nothing, not even the open stab wound in his abdomen. But that nothing was just what he felt. It was a gaping void usually filled with the fuzziness of restful sleep. He cracked a grin. Guess he was the restless dead now.

"You'd be okay with not knowing? With hanging around an ex-con and being in the dark about what he's done?" "You're working a shitty job at a shitty bar, socializing with a shitty singer. Whatever you've done, you've served time and now you're here, slogging through life with a smile on your face. You're trying. That's got to count for something." "Thanks," Sock said quietly.

Porque él no quería ser su sombra, porque él no quería enamorarse de esta, porque Sock jamás pidió enamorarse de quien se supone que jamás debía verlo, porque Jonathan nunca pidió ser cautivado por una voz fantasma de su cabeza. Pero las tragedias son un imán perfecto para los corazones perdidos en el abismo, porque ellos eran dos corazones unidos por la tragedia de los antepasados

"It was kind of cute to think of Jonathan carefully examining Sock's kills after the fact. It was like sending notes back and forth. Sock killed them, Jonathan examined them, then Sock buried them. With the back and forth, they were practically a team at this point anyway. As far as Sock was concerned, it was sweet either way." Serial killer/crime AU.

The story of Mephistopheles and Providence. He was made to be Her companion, and would always be Her most beloved creation. Yet even She couldn't foresee the the hard times ahead for him, or the dark turn their relationship would take later. (Co-written with Sephypsycologist)

prompt fic: AU Jonathan is a hot lifeguard at the local public pool where younger teen Sock tries to drown himself to get his attention. Unrequited love.

Todos tienen su alma gemela. Esa es una realidad, ¿no es fantástico? Pero ¿qué pasa cuando tu alma gemela muere? Simple, sientes como si te arrancaran una parte de ti comenzando a sucumbir en la depresión de que jamás podrás conocer a tu persona predestinada. Sin embargo ese no es el caso de Jonathan Combs. Sockathan. Soulmate AU.

"Siempre creímos que las cosas mantendrían el mismo ritmo, hasta que la guerra llegó trayendo consigo un sinfín de problemas, de esperanzas y de nuevas oportunidades, pero sobre todo creando un mundo nuevo. "

No creas lo que la gente dice de ti. Jojo pidió ser un ángel para poder vengarse de aquel que la lastimo en la infancia, pero jamás pensó que las cosas cambiarían y desplazaría ese deseo de venganza por cuidar a aquella humana a la que debía de proteger.

"La bruja de la sirenita fue bondadosa, sabía que esa niña no podría sobrevivir con un corazón roto ¿qué mejor que terminara volviéndose espuma?" Sock nunca fue un fanático del cuento de la sirenita, pero comienza a entender las acciones de la protagonista.