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knowiloveyoubabe · 10 months

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Kiss of Life

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Warnings: Mentions of terminal illness

Summary: AU Demon!rry

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The full moon hung over her head, illuminating the otherwise pitch black night. There was just enough light for Y/N to see what she was doing, on her knees in the dirt, hunched over. She pants as she desperately dug a small hole at the center of the crossroads, dirt making its way under her fingernails and mucking up her clothing. Her eyes flicked back and forth between the small shoe box that sat by her side and the dirt that she was clawing at.

“The photo of the mortal wishing to make the deal, a handful of graveyard dirt, and a bone from a black cat.” The shrill voice of the old psychic rang in her head, sending a shiver down her spine.

Y/N had never sought out a psychic before this, she would’ve never thought about it had it not been for the news she got just last night.

The fluorescent bulbs buzzed on the ceiling, the harsh pale light beamed at them. It was nearly blinding as it bounced off of the white walls and bedding of the hospital room. The buzzing was all they heard as their bodies sat stiff, hearts pounding against their ribs.

“I’m so sorry,” The doctor repeated sincerely, “I’ll give you some time alone.” The doctor bowed her head slightly, excusing herself quietly.

Y/N stared right ahead, her eyes focusing on a piece of lint on the otherwise pristine white floor. Thoughts raced through her head as she tried to process the news they’d just heard. She hadn’t noticed that her breathing had gone shallow until her beloved called out her name.

“Yes, my love.” She breathes out shakily, looking up to meet the eyes of the man she loved so deeply. His cracked lips were downturned, his hand extended on the bed, as though he were reaching out. She rushed over to the bed, taking his hand in hers. He sighed deeply and pushed her hand away, avoiding her eyes.

“I need some time.” His voice rasped. Y/N felt her chest tightening, tears streaming down her face. She nods, sniffling.

“I love you.” She whispers, her voice faltering. She stands there for a beat, waiting for him to look at her, if even for a fleeting moment, but he never does. Y/N inhales shakily, turning around and exiting the room, trying to convince herself that there’s nothing she could’ve done to prevent this. But if that was the case, why did she feel so guilty?

She shook her head slightly, trying to stop those thoughts from progressing even further. She’s doing the only thing left to do, she’d do anything for him.

Please, please work. Please. She thought to herself as she sat back on her heels, breathing out a heavy sigh. She closed her eyes, remaining stagnant for a moment as she took in what would be the last handful of minutes that she’d have as a full, whole human being.

“Okay,” She whispered to herself, opening her eyes and grabbing the box, the items she’d spent all day hunting down shifted inside. “I can do this.”

She hesitantly lowered the box into the shallow hole and started packing the loose dirt over it, her eyes straining to scan her dark, wooded surroundings. Once the box was properly buried, she pushed herself off of the ground, attempting to shake some of the dirt off of her person. The world around her remained suspiciously still, the gentle breeze and swaying trees had slowed to a stop, the crickets had ceased their incessant chirps. Her heart pounded in her chest, the sound resonating in her ears and nearly vibrating the rest of her body.

“My, my. Look what we have here.” A gravelly voice broke the silence from behind her, sending her heart into more of a frenzy. She whipped around to face the stranger attached to the voice, her breath getting caught in her chest as her eyes locked with his. The stranger chuckled, taking one of his hands out of his suit pocket to run it through his slightly coiffed hair. He towered over Y/N, his lean form awfully close as he looked down at her. His sharp features were accentuated by the black suit that donned his body, contrasting with the soft curves of his plump pink lips. There was a small beauty mark below the corner of his lips. He was beautiful. His green eyes seemed to glow, cutting through the darkness surrounding them.

“What’s a girl like you doing summoning me?” He spoke slowly, staring her down. Y/N squirmed a bit under his gaze but attempted to keep her composure by crossing her arms, the tension thickening the air.

“It’ll lead you once you summon it. Don’t let it intimidate you, child.” Her mind replayed what the psychic had insisted over and over. She swallows the lump in the back of her throat and inhales a sharp breath.

“So how does this work?” Y/N asks firmly, silently begging her voice not to betray her. The beautiful stranger tilts his head to the side, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

“How does what work?” He asks inquisitively, eyes narrowing slightly. Y/N’s breath stutters as her brows furrow.

Did I do it wrong? She thought, recounting the steps in her head.

“You know,” She says hesitantly, maintaining eye contact with the gorgeous demon in front of her. “Selling my soul or whatever.”

A beat of silence passed between them before the man snorted, suddenly doubling over in laughter, clutching his abdomen. Y/N is almost taken aback by the man’s reaction, the sheer shift in his attitude.

“You can’t be serious!” He laughs, his sharp features suddenly softened by the pink tint in his dimpled cheek. Y/N gawks at him in confusion, causing him to straighten up his posture.

“Wait, you’re serious?” He purses his lips, attempting to stop himself from laughing again. Y/N’s annoyance was clear as she huffs out a breath, crossing her arms.

“I mean, I summoned you right?” She rolls her eyes, her patience wearing thin.

“What could a good girl like you possibly want to sell her soul for?” The demon scoffs, his arms crossing over his own chest, mirroring Y/N.

“‘Good girl’? How could you possibly know that?” She nearly stomps her foot at his baseless assumption. His eyes take in her body from bottom to top, settling at the cross around her neck.

“You’re joking.” He says flatly, giving her a bored expression. She sees his eyes on the cross her grandmother had given her and brushes her fingers over it, releasing a sharp breath from her nose.

“Listen, I get that you’re a demon and all, but this arrogant shtick is getting boring.” She snaps. A crooked smirk tugs at his lips.

“Pretty and snappy,” He growls lightly, stepping closer to her. His ringed fingers traced the outline of her jawline from under her ear, all the way to her chin, softly nudging her face up. “Delicious.”

She felt his breath on her face, their noses mere inches apart. His eyes lingered on her lips for a moment before flicking up to meet hers.

“Tell me - what is it that you want, darling?” He spoke softly, as his thumb hovered over her lips, touching them ever so lightly.

“First tell me your name.” She whispered, delicately moving her lips under the soft pad of his thumb causing him to lick his lips.

“Harry.” He smirks, using his other hand to brush a couple of loose strands of hair from her face. Y/N gasps lightly at the gesture, her body betraying everything the psychic warned her about.

“I’m-”

“I know who you are, Y/N.'' He drawls out, his dimple deepening as he watches her mesmerized expression twist into one of confusion.

“How do you know my name?” She steps back, Harry’s hands falling from her face. He chuckles, he could practically see the anxiety radiating off of her. “This is a contract, love. The moment you buried that box, your name was documented. Now, what is so important that you’d sell your soul for it?” He spoke slowly, carefully. She watched his lips, noticing how they seemed to wrap around the words.

“My boyfriend, he’s terminally ill. I want to save him.” Y/N released a shaky breath, feeling a lump grow in the back of her throat at the mention of her boyfriend. Harry’s eyebrows furrow as he nods his head slowly.

“I see. Boyfriend.” He mumbles, his index and middle fingers hover over his lips as though he is deep in thought.

“Yes, boyfriend.” She nods.

“Mhm, dying boyfriend.” He mumbles again. Y/N tilts her head, placing her hands on her hips.

“Yes, dying boyfriend. I'm sorry, was I not clear?” She huffs out, watching him pace back and forth.

“Yeah, I don’t think you want to sell your soul for him.” He says matter-of-factly. Y/N scoffs, shaking her head.

“Listen, asshole-”

“Woah!”

“-It’s my soul and I get to choose what I want to do with it!” She clenches her fists, annoyed with the absolute gall of this man. Harry’s hand laid on his chest, over his heart, feigning offense.

“That’s quite rude for someone who’s asking for my help!” He laughs arrogantly and Y/N lets out a groan of frustration.

“You’re such a dick!” She turns around, approaching the spot that she buried the box in, preparing to dig it up.

“What are you doing?” Harry follows behind her, she rolls her eyes.

“Getting rid of you, I’m sure there are other demons who would be more than happy to take my soul.” She starts to kneel down in front of the buried box.

“That’s not how that works, you know.” He says condescendingly, his arms crossed over his chest.

“Then I’ll make it work! I’ll find another crossroads, I’ll summon the devil himself! I don’t need some pretty boy demon telling me what to do!” She nearly shouts in frustration, turning her head to look at him. A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he extended his hand, offering to help her off the ground.

“I’ll give you whatever you want, you won’t hear a peep out of me.” Harry pretends to zip his lips shut, throwing away the key. She narrows her eyes in suspicion before rolling them. She took his hand, standing up, expecting him to let go but he didn’t. Instead, he moved closer, using his thumb to brush some dirt off of her cheek. His pupils dilated, nearly overtaking the green of his irises as he took in every small detail of her face. Y/N struggled to control her breathing, almost hypnotized by his beauty.

“Pretty boy demon?” A smug smile broke through his serious expression, causing Y/N to groan once again, slapping his hands away. She clenches her fists at her sides, looking up at the sky.

“Harry, please. I need to save him,” She pleads, closing her eyes. “I love him.”

Tears begin falling from her eyes, down the sides of her face. An ache pierced at Harry’s chest, confusing him.

What is this? He thought, pausing for a moment, his hand laying on his chest lightly, perplexed at the sudden awakening of emotions he had not felt in centuries.

“You know,” Harry clears his throat, “I’m becoming quite fond of you, Y/N.” He smiles, fiddling with his rings. She sighs, trying to avoid the dirt on her sleeves as she wipes her tears on them.

“Does that mean you’ll save him?” She sniffles, her lips trembling. Harry nods, taking her hand in his. Y/N doesn’t question the gesture, feeling strangely comfortable with the demon.

“Yeah, I’ll save him,” Harry’s thumb traced over her knuckles softly, “Now we just have to seal the deal.” She releases a sigh of relief, smiling at the beautiful man.

“Okay, how do we do that? Do we have to shake hands or do I have to sign something?” She asks, causing Harry to chuckle at her naivety. She tilts her head to the side, confusion clear on her face.

“No, darling. A kiss must be shared to seal any deal.”

Y/N squawks, his words catching her completely off guard.

“A kiss?!” She squeaks, her eyes as wide as the full moon illuminating both of them. Harry nods, giggling.

“The eyes aren’t the only gateway to the soul.” He teases, Y/N throwing her head back slightly, groaning at the corny line.

“You’re ridiculous,” She crosses her arms, a slight smile tugging at her lips, “But seriously, why a kiss?”

Harry paused, his small smile mirroring hers. He had never allowed a human to ask as many questions as he’d allowed the stunning person standing before him. It was quite clear that she hadn’t done any real research, not truly knowing what she was getting herself into.

How endearing. He thought, watching as she awaited his answer.

“Ever heard of ‘the kiss of life’?” Her brows furrowed at his question, shaking her head.

“When we seal the deal, we seal it with the kiss of life. Usually there would be an exchange of life force that happens between the two people, the life force being your souls. But since I don’t have one, I’ll be taking yours.” Harry explained casually, the last sentence sending a shiver through Y/N’s body.

“I see,” She breathes out, attempting to absorb everything he said. “But doesn’t that mean that I can kiss him and give him some of my ‘life force’?” She questions. Harry shakes his head, smiling.

“Full of questions, are we?” He chuckles, stepping closer to her, causing her breathing to hitch ever so slightly.

“No, darling. Humans all have the same amount of life force from birth until death. You may exchange life force but you're both left with the same amount as before. Never more, never less.” He clarified.

Y/N nibbled on her lower lip, nodding her head. This was it, the only thing standing between her and saving her boyfriend's life was a kiss. She felt this strange excitement in the pit of her stomach at the thought of kissing the charming demon, bringing about a wave of guilt. She silently tried to convince herself that the feeling was actually just the excitement of saving her boyfriend's life.

“Anymore questions, lovely?” He brushes his fingers down her arm lightly and she shakes her head.

“No, I think I’m ready.” She takes a deep breath, stepping slightly closer to Harry. He nods his head, trying to ignore the confusing flutter in his abdomen.

What is happening? I’ve done this more times than I can count. Harry thought, his eyebrows furrowing.

Her hand rested on his bicep, their bodies nearly pressed against one another. Their eyes met for what felt like an eternity, both caught in some sort of trance. He ducks his head, their lips brushing against each other softly, both of their eyes fluttering shut. His hands settled on her waist, pulling her firmly against his body as he breathed her in for a moment. He felt her heart pound against his own chest and her breath on his lips, he almost couldn’t take the tension anymore.

He pressed his lips fervently against hers, electricity replacing the anxiety in their bodies. His lips melded with hers almost desperately, as though they’d been waiting forever to find hers. Y/N gripped his suit jacket in an attempt to pull him closer, the distance between their bodies already nonexistent. She’d never experienced such a closeness, the hunger for more of him overtaking her senses.

Y/N pulls away first as an image of her boyfriend flashes behind her closed eyes, her forehead remaining on Harry’s. His eyes stayed shut, his fingers slightly tightening on her waist. His breathing was elevated, her warmth almost beckoning him to stay right there and burn in it for the rest of eternity. She shut her eyes again, her fingers running through the short hairs on the nape of his neck.

“Harry,” Y/N whispers breathily, “I-”

“Good luck.” He clears his throat, cutting her off. A gust of wind stripped her of his warmth, her eyes opened and found no trace of him.

The demon’s disappearance left an emptiness she couldn’t quite shake off as her fingers hovered over her lips, the electricity lingering on her skin. She released a staggered breath, shaking her head slightly as though she were physically pushing the thought to the back of her mind.

She pulls her car key from her pocket, rushing to see the person she just sold her soul for.

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piichivii · 1 year

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âm dương sư // a wizard for an eastern fantasy

#vietnam #vietnamese #ao dai vietnam #ao dai #viet phuc #wizard #wizards #oc #doodlie doop #vy's art #so like. wizards.#we don't talk abt h*rry p*tter and i can't in good faith wholly fall in love w/ w101 when mooshu exists 🤢#( sorry wizzy i lov u but also b better. have better fashion. give us yuanlingpao those r so gender do it wizzy that wld b so hot )#and wotc sucks so strixhaven kinda mid <- i say as my dm is running a strixhaven campaign and i have the nerdiest maths wizard pc #so i revisited my old brainspawn of an east asian wizard school universe smth smth four symbols +qilin wuxing magic philosophy #( this is just an excuse to design modern áo dài i just wanted to draw áo dài thats it thats the post )#i used to draw inkblob eyes but then a classmate called it demonic looking :( but i still think they look cool n ion have to worry abt them #looking weird or wrong or smth its just blob

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cabbagegunk · 11 months

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what's your fav muse album? mine's absolution but I might be biased by the fact that my mom had that album on repeat all throughout my childhood

HI VERONICA!! shakes autistically i think in terms of style and genre i actually prefer absolution and showbiz but in terms of actual songwriting and nostalgia bias my personal favourite is origin of symmetry! like i prefer their slightly ‘heavier’ (cant think of a better word) albums for casual listening (esp drones she sucks so bad but i like her a lot) but when i actually take the time to listen to origin it’s so magical <3

#cabbagetalk #HI VERONICA SO #RRY FOR THE LONG RESPONSE #when i was 15? 16? when sim theory dropped i did a hand written review of every single muse album 👍#so you know. demons

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reticent-writer · 11 months

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the hashiras + the trio (tanjiro, inosuke, and zenitsu) reaction to reader, a fellow hashira, getting turned into a demon against their will right in front of them…in the middle of a fight? (reader is crying, and saying, ‘no! i want to be a human. i don’t want to…no, no, no- i’m sorry. i’m sorry, i…was so weak. forgive me…’) and then they’re forced to fight reader, who was so, so friendly and patient with them while they were human…but now, they’re an incredibly strong swordfighting demon, fighting alongside the upper moon demon who turned them. (do they k!ll reader, knock them out and tie them up… or will they turn it into another nezuko situation?…)

(The hashira are seperate but the trio will be together)

Demon slayer masterlist

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Rengoku

He didn't even have to do anything you just passed out

Turns out the rapid change was too much for you body so you were out like a light

When you woke up you were restrained in a windowless room with him sleeping at your bed side

Tengen

He knocked you out by accident while going for the kill

His sword was going for your neck so you dodged by ducking but unfortunately for you his knee was right there

Sanemi

Kills you

I don't think I'd have to explain this much

If Genya was there he'd be protecting you nd swearing to Sanemi that you could be like nezuko

Sanemi, of course, doesn't listen and push him away from you as he goes for the final blow

Obanai

Kills you

Even if you were in a situation like nezukos

It's nothing personal it's just that he doesn't think a demon is capable of control even after meeting nezuko

Muichirou

Before getting his memories back he would kill you but after he wouldn't

Giyuu

He hopes that your situation is like nezuko's

If it is he will tell kagaya about you but not the others and keeps you at his estate

If you aren't like nezuko that would be his 13th reason he would k

Mitsuri

She takes her job as a hashira very seriously

Just the thought of killing you breaks her heart but she doesn't want to out anyone in danger by keeping you alive

She feels like she has to kill you so she does

Shinobu

She cant

Like she literally even if she wanted to

The best she could do was knock you out

The poison wasn't strong enough to kill you, only weaken you

She'll devote herself to finding a cure just like tanjiro did

---------------Trio---------------

What started off as a regular ranked mission turned into a hashira rank as upper moon 3, Akaza, arrived.

A fight started with you all having a major advantage and not giving him a chance to adjust to the constant barade of attacks.

"4 against 1, that's hardly fair. Let's even the playing field, shall we?" Akaza said as he created some distance between all of you. His eyes wondered over each one of you like a predator deciding which to eat first.

His gaze landed on you and before you could react he plunged 2 fingers into you head, allowing his blood to flow into you.

Inosuke acted first, running towards you both swords swinging at Akaza. Tanjiro was next pulling you away from the upper moon as your veins started to show from your skin.

Tanjiro got you a good distance away and laid you on your back, Zenitsu was bouncing all around you in worry. Your eyes we're rolling to the back of your head.

"I- I'm so- rry- I was too.... Too weak" You sobbed as you chocked on your own blood.

Your vision became clouded.

In that moment you lost all control.

Your nails dug into tanjiro's arm as your speech turned inaudible, you tried to pull him toward you in an attempt to bite him.

Zenitsu wrapped his arms around your middle and ripped you away from him.

"CONTROL YOURSELF Y/N" he screeched, tears free falling from his eyes.

Your limbs struck him wildly.

Tanjiro tried to hold your arms.

Inosuke distracted himself with the Akaza. He didn't want what happened to rengoku to happen to you.

"You can fight it y/n, I know you can. Your one of the strongest people I know. PLEASE."

They struggled for hours to get you to calm down.

Akaza left.

Inosuke was ready to beat you into submission if you didn't control yourself.

One punch did the tick and something inside you snapped and everything became clear.

However your body couldn't keep up and so you fell unconscious.

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#male reader #female reader #gn reader #demon slayer x reader #kny x reader #tanjiro x reader #inosuke x reader #zenistu x reader #hashira x reader #reticent writes #reticent writer

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lunian · 9 months

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I'm so tired seeing all big bunch of merchandise with H*rry Potter stuff irl, man, like ITS INSANE HOW ITS POPULAR, how many people love it and I'm just walking with someone around, getting pretty visibly irritated if we see shit of this

and people ofc ask "why you don't like it? weren't you a fan of it??"

and if I start talking about all problematic context of the books regarding its author who is very right winged TERF demon, I'm gonna get into stupid disputes of "why you care, it's her opinion lol"

ARGH !!!!!!!

#... i just saw a store with much of merch recently #mystuff

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catboymoments · 3 months

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Isn't it a sin to depict demons in a positive light? /gen

As far as I was taught, as long as you acknowledge that it’s fictional when it comes to depictions of “”the occult”” (like magic and demons and witchcraft etc?) and don’t attempt it in real life then it’s okay- like this was something I asked around about when I was a little kid and Christian moms in my neighborhood wouldn’t let their kids read H*rry P*tter 💀💀💀

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i-bring-crack · 14 days

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AHHHHHH

AHHHHHHHH

AU idea where Shen Jiu was told (by his former shizun) to spy on TLJ for a while as they get enough information on their own about what TLJis capable of. Maybe they dont trust Su Xiyan's or more specifically the Palace master's own work of spying the demon lord that just in case they sent him out to study the man and wohoho he accidentally gets found by TLJ who is also interested in the guy. Shen Jiu trying to keep up appearances humors him and also tries to bond a bit like what Su Xiyan did(the demon likes literature and boi is Shen Jiu full of it). Of course its only for a brief moment, both alrrady knowing full well how dangerous they are to each other before the four peaks (with Shen Jiu affirming or not some of his weaknesses) decide to battle him.

And since Su Xiyan is nowhere to be seen, they decide the newpeak lord Shen Qingqiu should be up to the yask to look after the cell in case he escapes. During that time Shen Jiu had talked and "bonded" a bit with TLJ, he picked up a lot more things than just his weaknesses or strenghts. That he was worried of Su Xiyan (TLJ thought SJ might tell him some details of her but he said nothing) and that he wished to at least see her one time. Shen Qingqiu of coursed asked him about it once the boy was imprisoned but he said nothing of the sort. And it bugged him the wrong way bc something felt amiss. Rrying to find information of Su Xiyan was also midly infuriating because the Palace master seeemd to have hidden it with a lot of thought.

It is not until some time later (kinda like a few days after the siege) when he slowly puts all the pieces together and thinks that Su Xiyan might be hidding a secret child that he must need to destroy right away. Of course he cant go telling this because it will meant the Palace Master has known he was spying inside the walls of his peak and thus create a feud with the two peaks. And also because he doesnt want to bring more fear into the new peak lords who were just starting to manage the things back together. Therefore Shen Qingqiu went out on secret missions to find some trace of Su Xiyan for ages, while talking to TLJ, who after some time in isolation had twistedly become hateful and also in love with Shen Qingqiu (in a way it was like Su Xiyan but he had never hid it well in the first place, they both knew each other, and Shen had no reason to lie to him or get close to him after his imprisonment, yet he did, which is what fucks with TLJ's mind so badly). Shen Qingqiu had also weirdly started to grow affecrion for the demon, he even laughed at himself about it, because in the end it was the one person he could be so crudely rude and truthful to the point where he ended up telling him the fact that he might have a son out there that shen is trying to find.

And kill.

When Zhuzhi lang hears upon this in one of his secret meetings to TLJ, the latter doesnt care, whenever or not he has a son he thinks Su Xiyan would have killed it. And yet some part of him hopes that 'the woman who has supposexly dissapeared from the cultivation world with a possible demon child in her hands' means something. As the years go by he does feel a bit uneasy at how calm and set Shen Qingqiu is on taking the life of his child. But at the same time he expected that from humans. So he gives in to the pessimistic idea that his son, which he will never see, will die, and the only thing he lies to Shen Qingqiu about is how much it hurts him to accept that fate.

Shen Qingqiu one day comes with news that he has found the child, its been years, more than a decade. Actually 13 years, he assures the demon emperor. 13 long years of trying to scout through the reaches of the earth and funnily enough, as if faith herself was laughing in their face, Luo Binghe appeared. TLJ has no idea who the fuck that is but he pieces two and two together when he sees Shen Qingqiu smile through his anger for the first time. (And god was it creepy). He cant kill the boy now, Shen Qingqiu tells him that he had gone up close to see Binghe because he looked so mucht to his father, that it ended up being percieved as though Shen Qingqiu was picking out of everyone there, and if he said he didnt want to take that boy as a disciple or if he did and got killed immedeatly afterwards then all eyes would of course be centered on him.

Im not going to loose my reputation for such a petty thing.

So he said, and added on that he will try his best to kill the child. Which TLJ has already heard so many times that, as the days go by, he is surprised when Shen Qingqiu comes each time having failed on that mission for almost a year. He is annoyed, he berates Tianlang Jun for having such a strong boy. And TLJ takes it as a compliment, a bit eager to hear more about this Binghe that is going to dye Shen qingqiu's hairs gray sooner than he. He asks Zhuzhi lang to keep some eye out on the kid just so that he doesnt end up too critically injured or else the fun of watching Shen Qingqiu act like a spiteful wife witghting with a concubine would be gone... and with it SQQ might leave him from visiting as well.

And then, Shen Qingqiu one day just lost interest over it. He was spiteful to the core but now he seems, a bit tired. So he starts teaching the kid normally. Shen Qingqiu decides to just let the kid grow to be more of an intellectual than a fighter. And TLJ wonders if its becuase someone has struck Shen Qingqiu's rotten tiny cold heart. Which SQQ quickly negates it, while hidding full well that he cant bring himself to hurt someone that looks so much like the only human— no, demon, that has been able to befirend in so long.

He hates that, he hates that the only person that never left him is a crude demon stuck in a mountain, that the girl he raised as hiw own daughter is saddened by his actions towards Binghe. That stupidly enough that child STILL believes in him despite all the things he does. All those things bite him subconciously until he just decides to let faith run its course as Binghe becomes more and more unstoppable and there is mothing SQQ can do.

When SQQ pushes Binghe to the endless abbyss, he half expects for the kid to be saved by some god that has loved him amd saved his ass for so long. Adn he half expects for all his anger to dissipate and fade away, to relax from the future that might unfold as SQQ has finally killed the demon child that would have destroyed his future a long time ago.

But instead of happiness he only feels some tears fall down his face, the memories od the time he enclosed TLJ running through him. Fear encompassing his whole body as he lays wide awake at night, not knwoing how he will be able to confront Tianlang Jun when he hears that Luo Binghe, his son, is finally dead once and for all.

Weeks go by as he finally has the courage to step inside the mountain again and...

Tianlang jun's essence is gone.

He's escaped.

#tianlang jun #shen jiu #shen qingqiu #LET ME INDULGE IN TWISTED OLD MAN YAOIIIIIIII #luo binghe #it could be platonic it could not it could be romantic everywhere you look theres just obbession #and juicy juicy pain #scumbag self saving system #scum villian self saving system #scum villain #scumbag system #scumbag villain #luo bingge bouta go ham

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((I do not accept negotiations as far as pricing! I’ve priced my commissions based on what I think my time and effort is worth while also maintaining affordability. There are to be NO REFUNDS. If you are unsatisfied with the result of your commission I am open to rewriting it once more to ensure your satisfaction. All payments are accepted through Paypal. I am working on opening some sort of website to provide the best experience for commissions as well, but for now, Paypal and Tumblr are the best I’ve got.

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-- as for boundaries

i will write mostly anything. even if it seems a little questionable, i'll probably do it. for example:

a super sad angsty character death probably nobody but yourself would want to read, that one coffee shop/tattoo artist au you've been wanting to read but can't find on ao3, or like, idk, a fantasy involving d*bcon, f*rry, p*ssplay, whump/whumpee, mpr*g, terat*philia (monster fucking), obscure s*xual organs, g*re (ask me about this one if you are looking for smut involving g*re), v*yeurism, size differences, or other common k*nks.

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strict NOs:

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i have a right to deny any commission for any reason!

-- as for fandoms

I can and will attempt to write for any fandom I am not familiar with so long as there is enough info that has been provided for it!! However, I can’t guarantee it will be perfect. Here are fandoms I am familiar with and will write for:

Anime/Cartoons: Genshin Impact, My Hero Academia, Tokyo Ghoul, Toilet Bound Hanako Kun, Fullmetal Alchemist, Death Note, Chainsaw Man, Spy x Family, Jujutsu Kaisen, My Melody, Free!!!, Haikyuu!!!, One Punch Man, Mob Psycho 100, Demon Slayer, Hunter x Hunter, JJBA, Black Butler, Bungou Stray Dogs, Yuri on Ice, Kakegurui, Attack on Titan, Noragami, Adventure Time, Steven Universe. Probably more, just ask!

Books: The Raven Cycle, The Dreamer Trilogy, Simon Snow Trilogy, The Foxhole Court series. Monstrous Series. Anything more obscure check out my Goodreads profile!!

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#writing commissions #commissions #writing #writeblr #smut writing #rambles

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transmechanicus · 1 year

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ough I rlly like 40k but then some things are just. so fucking weird and gross.

Like everything with slaanesh wrt transphobia, or with the grots being literal greedy long nosed goblin slaves and like... 40k is supposed to be sort of progressive and satirical of fascism (I think?) but then sometimes it just is reactionary. It's exhausting.

how do you cope? I don't want to abandon liking the setting.

Unironically i just don't waste brainpower agonizing over this kind of thing. Slaanesh in the current setting is, in my transgender opinion, not transphobic and is handled generally respectfully, I just finished the Fabius Bile series in which daemons of Slaanesh feature heavily and there was nothing in there that struck me as off color or judgemental. Sometimes the demons have boobs or cock or both or neither, im able to suspend my disbelief and not give a fuck if the concept may or may not have been originally pitched in a sketchy way. Aside from the occasional weird cunt online, Slaanesh being andrygynous/trans/ambiguously genderfucked does not generally strike me as something that needs urgent correction, or that perpetuates harm.

I feel like the grot remark is retroactive H*rry P*tter revisionism, considering WH fantasy was conceived over a decade earlier, and prior to a certain British cunt the concept of goblins in general was significantly (though not entirely) less associated with antisemitism. Early grot forces from Fantasy were reportedly in stereotypical Mongol garb, in a move later regarded as insensitive and rectified going forward. I don't play Orks but in 40k afaik they're just little green assholes, there's no defining element of Greed or Slavery, unless that's been established in recent books i haven't read.

My opinion absolutely will not line up with everyone in the community and i fully recognize i could be wrong about what elements or influences are/were drawn from insensitive concepts.

TL;DR I don't feel the need to consume every hobby through a critical lens and if its not perpetuating active harm or disrespect towards ppl in the present it's just not on my radar.

#my stuff #asks #wh40k #warhammer 40k

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sheep-luke · 7 months

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Mammon Snaps

Context: Mammon got sick and tired of his brothers insulting and bullying him. He doesn't want to be their punching bag all the time, He wants to be their brother all the time. So now, He stands up for himself when Lucifer was accusing Mammon for stealing something from the demon lord castle.

"Mammon, I cannot believe that you stole something from the demon lord castle, you should—"

"SHUT THE HELL UP LUCIFER!"

"!"

Lucifer

Did he just talk back to me? How dare he.. He getting punished again.

...

M-Mammon, what did you say..? We hurt you..?

...

I'm sorry... I failed you... I failed being a big brother to you...

I shouldn't have accused you like that...

Mammon... please... I'm sorry... Forgive me..

Leviathan

Rofl! Scumbag gonna get punished! I better record this!

...

M-Mammon...?

....

I'm a idiot... I'm very sorry Mammon....

I-I-I can't! *Runs to his room*

.....*crying* I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm sorry...

This is my fault.... MY FAULT...!

I failed being the little brother he always wanted... *Hic* *Sob*

Satan

This scum is a idiot..

...

M-Mammy....

...

I'm very sorry... I.. didn't mean to hurt you..

...

*Sob* *Hic* Mammy...

I'm such *hic* a bad lit— *sob* —tle brother...!

Asmodeus

Oop— Scumbag made a oopsie that can't be undone!

...

Onii-Chan....?

...

*Cries* Onii-Chan, I'm sorry... *Hic* I'm so— *sob* —rry..!

*Runs to his room*

I bl— *sob* —ame this on m— *hic* —yself!

*Whispers to himself* I'm su— *hic* —ch a bad little bro— *sob* ther... *sob* *hic*

Beelzebub

Belphie, will Mammoney be okay..? *Gulp*

...

Aniki... I should've step in and helped you...

...

*Sob* *Hic* I was *hic* be— *sob* —ing selfish... *sob*

*Runs to his room, crying*

I'm such *hic* bad little b— *sob* *hic* —rother...!

Please Aniki... *Hic* *Rocking himself back and forth on his bed* Don't do any— *hic* —thing to harm yourself....*sob* I don't want *hic* lose you too.. *sob*

Belphegor

Beel, this idiot will be fine. He just an idiot.

...

Big Brother...?

*Immediately gets flashbacks when mammon was taking care of him in the Celestial Realm*

...

I'm the idiot... I was being selfish... I made you upset... I.. *sob*

*Immediately goes to the attic and locks himself in there*

I'm sorry... *Hic* This all my fault... I shouldn't have been so selfish... I shouldn't be a brat... *Sob*

I should have been the perfect little brother for him...*hic*

Stop crying! *Slaps himself* You're being childish... *Sob*

A/N: I needed angst and I know you do too so here you go!

~SheepLuke

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kingsholomon · 2 years

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Solomon and Mammon usually do not get along. However when it came to witches and sorcery, they had mutual understanding and respect for each other on the topic. That`s why, when Mammon is having sorcerer troubles, Solomon is the first person he confides in.

... @12am-motivation @mmeowxd @asmo-ds

"psst solomon!" -- Mammon whispered to the sorcerer sitting in front of him in their spells and hexes class. Solomon slightly turns his head to the side and leans back into his chair to acknowledge Mammon without the teacher telling him off in the middle of class while they are working.

"Dude, I met a sorcerer today. Whats it mean when a sorcerer gives you an enchanted bracelet as a gift?" Mammon asks as quietly as possible, as to not bother the class.

Solomon is silent for a moment, thinking. "He probably likes you." He says, finally. "As in..." he pauses when the teachers gaze lands on him. "As in, he wants to make a pact with you." He chuckles lightly. "You're lucky."

Mammon silently crumbles in his seat. "Remember how I said the bracelet is enchanted?" Solomon nods. "Well... its a hex that makes it impossible for me to say no to him. I thought it was for a silly joke but..."

"Wow, he really wants that pact with you." Solomon chuckles again. "Is there a way to break it?"

"The bracelet? No, I can't break the hex, eith-."

"Solomon. Mammon. Do you want me to write you up?"

"No, sorry professor."

"S``rry teach."

The teacher scowled, then turned back to the smartboard, directing the class sctrictly.

The boys didn't even wait a second to talk to each other again.

"I read about it somewhere in Satans books. Apperantly I can only break it if someone scores a pact with me before him."

Solomon scoffs, rolling his eyes. He's seen the way his people try and score pacts, he's even done it himself, honestly.

"So what are you going to do, Mammon?"

Mammon doesn't respond, instead he stares at the back of Solomons head with a intention in his mind. Solomon looks back, looking the demon straight in the eyes, as if trying to read his mind.

Finally, something clicks in his head.

"Wait, you want to make a pact with me?"

#obey me #obey me satan #obey me mammon #obey me lucifer #obey me leviathan #obey me barbatos #obey me belphie #obey me diavolo #obey me solomon

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hackfurs · 1 year

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i'd like to thank my religious grandmother for banning h*rry p*tter from our household out of fear i would get possessed by a demon so i didn't have to grow up with that brand of childhood nostalgia that makes people on twitter act like that

#i got possessed by a demon anyway but for other reasons

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very-something-z · 2 years

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Pact spoilers for basically the entire thing?

Okay really funny thing I just remembered about Pact/Worm. Maggie Holt is a YA series in Earth Bet. Specifically she sort of replaced H*rry P*tter.

So now, I'm imagining her book titles are similar like the first book is called Maggie Holt and the Goblin Queen and focuses on how she became aware and how her town was destroyed by goblins and it probably has a super cool scene where she get her implement before it ends when she moves into Jacob's Bell.

Then the second book is called something like Maggie Holt and the Death of the Diabolist or Maggie Holt and the Fall of the Thorburns focusing the first couple of chapters as her and her dads getting their footing in town and her meeting and trying to figure out the local practitioners when ding dong the super scary demon summoner lady that threated to unmake you fucking dies and hands off the metaphorical nuclear bombs to a girl your age that the other scary powerful people basically orders her to kill.

Meanwhile the entire first half of the book she has a romantic subplot going on with Padriac the Farie in the background. And then Blake gets introduced and it seems like the book is going for a love triangle thing but then gets completely subverted when Padriac reveal himself to be a complete asshole and Blake seems pretty good until oh no hes a monster now luckily hes still a good guy deep down but oh wait hes got a monster girlfriend now.

And around this book is when the fandom basically explodes and you've got people shipping literally everything and nothing like somebody will chime in "obviously the author doesn't want to add romance to the story so we shouldn't ship anyone" and someone will shoot back like "yeah cool story. anyone want to read my Maggie/Molly/Green Eyes ot3 fanfic?"

#the third book is called Maggie Holt and the Girl in the Checkered Scarf #its starts of from Padriac's POV as Mags works to get her name back #after she finds him he almost immediately gives it back but then reveals that the name now has promises that Maggie Holt needs to fulfil #or else shes forsworn. it ends with her sending a town somewhere like the Abyss of the Warrens with Padriac trapped there #wildbow #parahumans #worm #pact #Maggie Holt #pact web serial #im imagining at the end of all her books she ends up destroying a town until the series end when shes final moved into her own place

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knowiloveyoubabe · 2 years

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♡ MASTERLIST ♡

Hello, my loves! This is a masterlist of my collective Harry Styles work! Thank you so much for reading - my ask box is open for requests, thoughts, and questions! All the love,

C. <3

Updated: August 3, 2023

FLUFF

Harry Meets Y/N's Parents

Word Count: 1.2K Warnings: Fluff!!

I Only Have Eyes For You, Dear

Word Count: 1.3K Warnings: Some explicit language; fluff!!

Not Like This

Word Count: 2.5K Warnings: Mentions of alcohol consumption; language (?)

Beautiful Baker Boy

Word Count: 1.7K Warnings: fluffyyyyy

ANGST

Glimpse Of Us

Word Count: 1.3K Warnings: Lots of angst n heartache!!

Why Did You Leave Me?

Word Count: 3.3K Warnings: Some explicit language; angst

SMUT

Choke Her With A Seaview

Word Count: 2.3K Warnings: SMUT!!!!! (oral sex - m/f receiving/giving; vaginal sex; light choking)

Kiss of Life

Demon!rry Word Count: 2.8K TW: Mentions of terminal illness

#masterlist #knowiloveyoubabemasterlist #harry styles

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azuramarigold · 10 months

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Poisoned Heart

Summary: The trial of State vs. Phoenix Wright on April 11, 2014 - he can't ever forget it, it was one of the worst says of his life.

“Mr. Wright!” Ms. Fey shouted in panic, her hazel eyes wide in horror. “Are you okay!?” “Huh…?” “I need to call you an ambulance!” “…why…?” Phoenix felt his legs wobble, the corners of his vision going dark. He coughed again, gasping for air. He had to rip off his mask as it felt suffocating… but it wasn’t the mask that was suffocating. It was the blood that was splattering into his hand. “Uh… M-M-Mia…?” Phoenix softly called out, his legs buckling. “I-I’m s-s-sor…rry…” “PHOENIX!”

AO3

“MIA FEY! MIA FEEEEY!”

The young, angelic-face of a woman with blood-red hair stood on the witness stand – her hands gripped on the handle of her parasol so tight that she could snap it in half. Her eyes seemed to be almost a spiritual white – full of anger and spite, almost a demonic presence.

“You. Think. You. Have. Won?” the woman practically growled. “WELL!? Do you, Mia Fey!?”

Standing on the Defense side of the courtroom was a young woman with chestnut brown hair and hazel eyes, a beauty mark on her chin, and wearing a skirt-suit with a tan scarf wrapped around her neck. Her purple magatama was sitting proudly in the middle of her chest above her breasts. She was considered a very beautiful young woman – but at that moment she looked terrified.

Literally minutes ago, Mia Fey was fighting for her client’s – Phoenix Wright – life as he was accused of murder of a young college student. The woman on the witness stand cursing Ms. Fey’s name was non-other than Phoenix’s girlfriend, Dahlia Hawthorne.

Who was planning on murdering him.

This… this isn’t really happening… is it?

Phoenix thought the worse of it was when he was accused of murdering Doug Swallow. He thought hiring a decent attorney from Grossberg’s Law Offices through the Law Program at Ivy University on a student discount would be fine. He thought everything would be an open and shut case.

That’s what Dollie told me anyway… she used to read some of my law texts…

Dahlia then laughed, a dark, and almost sinister laugh that Phoenix never heard before. “Heh... Heh... Heh... Heheh... That's. Just. Fine! For the time being...” Her voice just sounded so… cold. She then put on her “sweet” façade. “For the time being, victory is yours.” A lovely smile plastered on her face, a smile that Phoenix once would have said he really loved and enjoyed – but this smile… was different.

Stoney. Plastered. Almost… practiced.

It looks the same… but it’s not. I can’t really explain it…

“‘For the time being’”? Ms. Fey repeated, her hands on the desk, her giving Dahlia a hard glare.

Dahlia tilted her head to the side, her red hair gently falling on her shoulder. “Well... I have a very long memory, you know. You and I will meet again... I'm certain of it,” the woman stated.

Ms. Fey gave a perplexed look.

Soon Dahlia Hawthorne was escorted out of the courtroom by officers. She did not give Phoenix Wright another look. She did not say another word to him.

It was like he didn’t exist.

15 minutes earlier…

“OBJECTION!”

Phoenix had jumped from his Defendants chair and marched up towards the witnesses stand, ignoring the glares from his attorney, Mia Fey, and the Judge.

“On behalf of Dollie, I OBJECT!”

The prosecutor of the case, Mr. Winston Payne, began stuttering, “M-M-Mr. Wright! Control yourself!”

Anger had boiled in Phoenix. How could he sit there and watch his own attorney bully Dollie like this? Dollie was a petite woman with such delicate skin that she always carries a parasol, so she doesn’t get a sunburn. The girl studies literature so she can choose words over violence as “The Pen is Mightier Than the Sword”.

“I-I won’t let you bully her like this…!” Phoenix continued, tears threating to spill.

The Judge slammed is gavel. “MR. WRIGHT!” he shouted with authority. “I thought I had told you to stay in your seat!”

Ms. Fey slammed her hands on the desk. “Mr. Wright! W-why are you going through such lengths to protect her!?” the woman cried out.

“B-Because I’m madly in l-love with her!” the young man shouted, his face flushing in a combination of embarrassment and his low-grade fever.

He’s never said those words out in public. Both he and Dollie had always said and expressed their love for each other in private – either in his college dorm room or in her private apartment she had off campus. Saying it out loud, in front of everyone, made him want to crawl under the desk and cry.

You’ve always been so sensitive, Ryu. His mother had always told him, always calling him the nickname of his middle name.

Ms. Fey sighed in exasperation, “Mr. Wright…” she tapped her forehead in almost annoyance. “Have you ever thought about this? Why would a woman like Ms. Hawthorne want to date you anyway?”

I mean… ouch.

Phoenix would consider himself… average looking at best. He didn’t really date in high school – it didn’t help that he hung out with Larry Butz a lot and of course “When something Smells, it’s usually the Butz!” Once he started college there were a couple of dates, meeting a couple of guys at a local bar and grill, a girl or two at a movie, and going to a few parties at a frat house and chatting.

But Dahlia was the first one to willing… throw herself at him? He was the one who would approach others and it was usually the most awkward thing in the world until he had a drink or two in. The young woman literally gave him the heart-shaped necklace, made of glass, and gave him such a smile that he couldn’t refuse.

Then Ms. Fey mentioned the necklace… it was coming back to the necklace again…

That damned necklace.

“Y-you’re l-lying…” Phoenix kept mumbling to himself as Ms. Fey kept pushing about the necklace and how Dollie just wanted it back.

“You never gave it back to her,” Ms. Fey continued. “And you kept refusing. On top of it all, you kept showing it to everyone you met. That’s why she-”

“… I don’t… I don’t believe you!” Phoenix finally cried out, tears spilling over his eyes. “NOO! That’s a l…l-lie!” He rushed over by Ms. Fey and nearly tackling her, tears nearly blinding him as he wailed.

“EEK!” his attorney shouted in panic.

What she didn’t realize was that Phoenix slipped his hand into her pocket and grabbed the necklace back.

“The Defendant!” a bailiff shouted. “He’s getting away!”

Phoenix ignored the shouts as he ran out of the courtroom. As he had ran by Dollie, there was almost a… sinister smile on her face. Was he imagining it?

He ran down the hall and turned a corner, managing to slip into the restroom quickly before the bailiff could see. Quickly, he locked the door behind him and entered a stall. He opened his hand to see blue and gold pendant, heart-shaped, a glass crystal in its center.

Eight months… he thought bitterly to himself. I’ve had this for eight months. Ms. Fey says there is poison in this? Did Dollie really… poison that other attorney…?

Looking in the glass bottle, there was a quarter of fluid in there. Without thinking, Phoenix pulled down his mask, ignoring the cough building up in his throat, and began crushing the glass in his mouth.

He felt the iron tang along with something else tinging his tongue. But he ignored it. All that mattered was that he was going to prove that Dollie was not hiding poison or had been trying to kill him. Every swallow of the broken glass was tearing his already scratchy, sore throat.

He felt blood trickle down the corners of his mouth, and with a quick motion of a ripping a piece of toilet paper he promptly wiped it away. He ignored the bright scarlet. He ignored the iron taste. He ignored what almost smelled like flowers wafting into his nose mixed with iron – an almost bitter smell.

After a few minutes of breaking apart the rest of the necklace and disposing it (him eating it), he gave a few sneezes and coughs, ignoring the splatter of blood that he sprayed on the wall of the small cubicle he was in, and exited the stall. He made his way to the mirror and saw his reflection.

It was like seeing a hollow version of himself. He still had his usual spikiness of his hair, but his normally dark blue eyes were almost tinged gray – lifeless. Dark circles were under his eyes, his skin pale and clammy.

What does a poisoned person look like? He had been fighting a cold for the past three days – of course he looked sick. Is he going to look worse? Is he going to drop dead?

After a solid five minutes of nothing – Phoenix gave a smirk.

He finally left the bathroom with his hands up and let the bailiffs take him back to the courtroom.

Phoenix Wright was given a “Not Guilty” verdict for the murder of Doug Swallow.

He should be happy. He was not going to prison. He could still become a lawyer and help his oldest friend…

But… he wasn’t… Phoenix couldn’t.

So… it was all a lie…?

“Oh! Mr. Wright!” a familiar voice called out to him, pulling him out of his thoughts. “Congratulations!” Ms. Fey held out her hand for a handshake.

For a moment, Phoenix stared blankly at it, but he then grasped it and shook it gratefully. “Th-thank you, Ms. Fey…” he said tearfully. “I-I’m sorry for the trouble I’ve caused…”

Ms. Fey blinked at him in surprise. “Mr. Wright… I know you must still be in shock from everything…” she began to say.

“Dollie…” he barely whispered. “I don’t think that was actually her on the stand…”

“I…I’m not sure what you mean by that, Mr. Wright…” she replied in confusion.

Phoenix shook his head softly. Why did his head hurt suddenly? Maybe he was getting a headache from all this excitement…

“The Dollie I knew… would never say those kinds of things…” Phoenix explained, him still feeling bewildered. “She was always so sweet… and… and ca-car-” He gave a rough cough. His throat felt like knives were tearing at it. His stomach was burning. He needed to pick up a not poisoned cold-killing medicine on his way back to the dorm.

“Mr. Wright!” Ms. Fey shouted in panic, her hazel eyes wide in horror. “Are you okay!?”

“Huh…?”

“I need to call you an ambulance!”

“…why…?”

Phoenix felt his legs wobble, the corners of his vision going dark. He coughed again, gasping for air. He had to rip off his mask as it felt suffocating… but it wasn’t the mask that was suffocating.

It was the blood that was splattering into his hand.

“Uh… M-M-Mia…?” Phoenix softly called out, his legs buckling. “I-I’m s-s-sor…rry…”

“PHOENIX!”

The wailing of sirens was the last thing he heard as he crashed into Mia Fey’s arms, coughing more blood onto the white of her jacket, staining it scarlet.

He opened his eyes with a loud gasp, the sounds of beeping around him.

An oxygen mask covered his face, feeling a bunch of wires and tubing covering exposed skin, and something was uncomfortably shoved up his nose. A scratchy blanket covered him, thin and cold, it does nothing for him to contain body heat.

Phoenix darted his eyes around him, noting that the room was a stark white. Sterile. Unwelcoming.

It wasn’t his first time in a hospital bed for something dumb.

It was his first time however in a hospital bed for something idiotic.

“So, you’re awake now, Mr. Wright?” a soft voice asked.

Phoenix managed to crane his neck to his left to see his attorney in a chair, wearing casual clothing with a dark purple knitted sweater and a pair of black slacks, and her purple magatama that was almost glowing front and center on her chest. In her hands was a cup of coffee, most likely from a vending machine and from questionable origin.

“Ms.… Fey…?” Phoenix choked out, his voice dry and hoarse. He reached up to his face and pulled off his oxygen mask. He gave a cough to try to clear it, but when he did, he felt as though his chest was on fire.

“You were in surgery for about thirteen hours, Phoenix…” she worriedly said. “They actually said that was short.”

“… I was…?”

“You are lucky son of a bitch, you know that!?” Ms. Fey then screamed, her standing up from her chair. “You ate a knowingly poisoned necklace!”

“… I thought… it wasn’t…” Phoenix choked, him feeling tears sting his eyes.

“You were willing to bet your life on that!?” she furiously screamed, tears in her eyes. “My first trial ended because the defendant committed suicide from doing what your DUMB ASS DID!” She threw her coffee to the ground, it splattering to the floor. “Well… not exactly what you did… he just drank the full dose of poison…” Her hands were balled up into fists at her sides. “Someone… someone I care about is in a room a few doors down was unknowingly poisoned by that bitch! He’s been in a coma for the past eight months! And yet… you were willing to bet your life that she wouldn’t kill you…!”

Phoenix darted his eyes away from hers. He didn’t realize that’s what happened. “I…” was all he could manage.

Ms. Fey sighed, her voice shaking. “They said you were lucky… the poison wasn’t as potent due to half-life…” she explained, her voice softer, seemingly realizing she let out too much of her emotions. “The glass… luckily didn’t cut your esophagus… it did cut your stomach lining though and got into your small intestine.”

“…”

“They managed to get all the glass out and stitch you up on the inside to make sure there is no internal bleeding,” she continued. She glanced at the I.V. bag and the feeding tube that was going up Phoenix’s nose. “The poison may affect your absorption of nutrients as well…” she added. “It sounds like you may not like eating much anymore…” She gave a morbid chuckle dripping with sarcasm, “Every girl’s diet wish.”

“Can… I…” Phoenix tried to speak, but his throat was so dry.

“Do you want water…?”

He nodded.

Ms. Fey handed him a cup of ice water that was on a tray next to her.

Phoenix managed to prop himself up in the bed and gulp the water down in one swig. He cleared his throat.

“Much better…” he softly spoke. His voice was still hoarse, but at least it wasn’t drier than the Sahara Desert. He then took a deep breath. “I’m… I’m sorry I was an idiot,” he expressed full heartedly. “I… I should have listened to you… Dahlia was right… what use am I to anyone…? Maybe I should’ve just-”

Phoenix then felt a warm hand on his. “Don’t!” Ms. Fey’s stern voice interrupted. “Don’t you dare say you rather be dead!” Her hard glare was full of determination, confidence, and what Phoenix could describe as… hope. “You are worth it to someone! I wouldn’t have fought so hard for you in court if I didn’t think you were worth it, Phoenix!”

The young man blinked in confusion. Then he gave a bitter chuckle, “I thought you insisted on being my attorney because she was involved…?”

Ms. Fey looked startled. “I mean…” she choked out. “It… did start out like that…” she admitted. “But as the trial went on… I realized that you reminded me a lot… of myself. Scared and unsure of yourself. Dahlia mentioned in a testimony that you are also studying law…? Why as an art student are you studying law?”

Phoenix darted his eyes away. “I minor in law…” he lowly said. “I wanted to be a Defense Attorney when I was kid… I put it on the back burner for a bit and focused on art instead…” He then noticed a newspaper on the table next to where Ms. Fey was sitting, it showing someone very familiar on the front page… “Hey… can I see that paper for a second…?”

Ms. Fey looked confused as she grabbed it. “Um… sure?” she muttered as she handed it to the young college student.

Phoenix read the front page, the title reading: “DEMON PROSECUTOR WINS AGAIN”.

“What… have you become, Miles…?” Phoenix barely whispered.

“I beg your pardon, Phoenix?” Ms. Fey asked.

“Ms. Fey…” Phoenix began, him folding the newspaper up, the picture showing clear as day his old childhood friend: Miles Edgeworth. “A lawyer is someone who can help people when they’re in trouble… right?”

She gave a soft look, almost like an older sister. “I’m… still new to this lawyering thing myself, but I think that’s what a lawyer does,” she told him.

Phoenix gave her a large smile. “Then that’s what I’ll do!” he said confidently. “I’ll study my ass off! No more half-assing my lawyer classes! I’m going to become a Defense Attorney! Maybe we can meet each other again!”

“I’ll do you one better…” she said as she extended her hand to him. “I’ll help you get there… you can call me ‘Mia’ for now on.” She then gave him a wink. “Or ‘Chief’. I like the sound of that.”

“‘Chief’?” he echoed.

“Yeah… I’m probably going to be opening my own firm… ‘Fey & Co.’,” she admitted slyly as she tapped her chin. “How about I take you under my wing? You can be the ‘Co’ of ‘Fey & Co’.” She was beaming with every word.

Phoenix felt his face go red. “Wait… what…!?” he stammered. “Even though… even though…!?”

“You may be a dumbass in social situations,” Mia told him with a smirk. She then pulled out his transcripts from his college courses. “But… you’re actually good with your testing scores – you just don’t like doing your actual work.”

Phoenix crossed his arms stubbornly. “Well… the tests should be what counts…” he muttered.

“You’re a straight A student in every test you take – even going past the grading scale with extra credit questions because you think outside the box.”

“…”

“So, let’s get your grades up and get you to pass your Bar Exam.”

“Are… you sure you want to put all your faith in me, Ms. – I mean, Chief?”

Mia then gave him a large smile. “Phoenix Wright – you may have gotten a poisoned heart from love, but you’re an amazing person, this one incident isn’t going to break you. We Fey’s have this uncanny feeling about this sort of thing. I’m going to make sure you become a damn good attorney – an Ace Attorney if you will.” She winked at him again.

A smile crossed his face again. “Th-thank you, Mia…” he whispered, his voice wavering.

September 10, 2016 - 9:00am

Los Angeles Hospital Cremation Services

It was a little more than two years since that day… since that trial…

Phoenix Wright stood in the hallway in the basement of the hospital with Maya Fey, the younger sister of his mentor - his old attorney, his friend – waiting for hospital staff to seal the doors of the cremation room.

She’s right there… on the other side… her body…

But it was just the night before he heard her voice in the office. She told him that he was finally leaving the nest… that she would always watch over him. Mia had saved him again at the trial at the last moment – Maya being a Spirit Medium-in-training was able to channel the deceased Mia finally gave Phoenix the last piece of the puzzle he needed for Maya – and his – acquittal.

Miles Edgeworth – the man that was the reason why he even became an attorney in the first place – was the prosecutor in the case. He was even shocked at the turn in of events, and for the first time since 2013, he had lost a trail. The Demon Prosecutor had lost his perfect trial record to a rookie first year Defense Attorney who was only defending his second trial.

Lost in thought, Phoenix didn’t hear the operator as a switch was pulled. Orange engulfed his view through the window. A small gasp escaped Maya as she then began to mumble prayers to herself.

Phoenix was not a religious man – he never was. He remembered a few phrases from his Soba Naruhodo that were prayers for the deceased, something they did for their ancestors from time to time, so that was what he prayed to Mia.

“Don’t worry, Phoenix – we’re not done with each other yet!”

M-Mia?!

“Don’t let my death poison your heart, Phoenix – remember, you’re an amazing person! Please take care of each other, okay…?”

I… we will, Chief…

Thank you… Mia.

Phoenix and Maya had split Mia’s ashes in half.

Maya had kept her half of the ashes in a purple urn that was the same color as the late Fey’s magatama, her name engraved in the stone. The young Spirit Medium also kept a special hollow magatama and kept a bit of ash in there to carry on her person – she stated it was easier to channel Mia’s spirit and she liked the fact that her sister was always with her.

Phoenix had a purple urn as well, but it was more subtle looking. In a way it resembled a house plant pot… He had looked into it, a “Living Urn” it was called. At that moment, Phoenix had Mia’s ashes mixed in soil in a biodegradable urn to help lower pH levels and for the soil and ashes to become acclimated with one another. Once all that was said in done – he was going to transfer Charlie the plant into the large purple “Urn” pot so that Mia would help Charlie continue to grow and live in the office.

Mia was the life of the office. She was the life of Maya. She was the life of Charlie.

And she was the life of Phoenix - the one who helped heal his poisoned heart.

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She can not prepare for the shock of it. Even it's constant synchronous rhythm is not enough. It is not enough that each blow is perfectly timed a never-ending cycle. One following the other like ripples in a pond. A uniformed chorus. Every strike is it's own exquisite blossom of pain under the clumsy hands of Van Eck's hired tormentor.

She is determined not to give them the satisfaction at the start but that same resolve is snapped as easily as the bones in her calf. She screams from rage or pain she isn't sure but each one reverberates from one end of the hall to the other. Somewhere in the back her mind comes the nonsensical thought that this would be the best performance this theatre ever had if only it were staged.

Van Eck smiles maliciously, enjoying every second of breaking Brekker's spider. Knowing that stopping his flow of information will staunch his power if only until she can be replaced.

The man beside her raises the hammer, an executioner playing the role of torturer, readying another blow when a cry that could wake the dead echoes strangely from the wings. Sounding like it comes from several places at once.

"Inej!"

She is dizzy with pain, with blood loss, because Kaz is coming toward her. Scuffling across the dusty rotting planks that cobble together as the stage. His eyes lit with hellfire, brimmed in flamed, so encompassed in his rage she couldn't help but wonder if this was how others could call him demjin.

A specter. A fantasy. The devil himself come to make a final attempt to pull her soul away from the light of the Saints.

Kaz? No. He would never do something so foolish. So dimwitted. Eyes blurred and head fogged she was surely losing her mind.

The man is a shadow, swift and punishing, he flickers from one attacker to the next, swinging that crow-headed cane like a club drawing blood as the golden beak finds skin. A spray of crimson coating the shadow, the stage, the scofflaws that litter it.

He saves Van Eck for last. Watching him scurry from human sheild to the next purposely avoiding him as he plows through each man intent on his destruction.

The fight is minutes or hours. Each second so antagonizingly slow at some moments she isn't sure whether or not time has stopped completely.

There is no brute violence against the Councilman other than a simple whack on the head that sends him sprawling on the floor.

Kaz, the demon in him vanished, appears at her side. His lips form words that might be apologizes, might be promises but they're so muddled she can't tell.

When Van Eck rises to the floor she strains to warn him. Her arms limp and tied to the table. Throat dry and raw.

He draws the gun with shaking arms and blood drips from the small wound near his temple and for an instant she believes that the Saints will spare the man grabbing her hand and stroking her hair before the older man trembling behind him manages to fire.

Van Eck fires a single shot collapsing before it hits his target.

She knows undoubtedly that her prayers are useless and her hopes of making it out of this alive scatter like leaves in the wind.

"-rry I'm so so sorry Inej please please stay with me stay with me your invaluable and irreplaceable what are the crows without you what am I without you so please don't leave me stay with me Inej hang on hang o-"

Bang! Splat

"Kaz!"

It's not the first time she's woken screaming for Kaz. Her breath is short and her heart pumps painfully as Inej crumples back into her small bunk.

This dream is a familiar one but it never, not once, has it ceased to fill her with fear. What could have been if Kaz had been more rash in his decisions. Less cunning in his choices. If he'd shed his armor when she wanted it most and needed it least.

Inej is grateful that this particular nightmare of hers always seems to visit while she's at sea instead of upon her return to land. Knowing very well if Kaz were aware of such a thing that the demon Brekker of her mind could easily become reality.

As if he'd allow someone who haunts her as she sleeps to live beyond the following sunrise if only to attempt to assuage her fears briefly.

Inej scrubs at her face with her hands before pushing herself up and heading up to the deck.

The Wraith cuts across the docile water and splashes of moonlight, seemingly eager to return to her home port.

Inej can't blame her ship, she strokes the guardrail lovingly, she herself often feels the trembling excitement mixed with anxiety of returning to Ketterdam.

She leans on her forearms and closes her eyes. Feeling the cool breeze as the ship skims lightly over the water, imagining she's instead perched at her window in the Slat.

The soft glow of light from Kaz's desk radiating over the stacks of paper there and intersecting with the square of dim gray drifting through the open window.

"Not feeding the crows again are you?"

"Of course not."

She spares him a glance, to see his soft grin at the ledger settled under his fingertips, amused at her lie.

"What if I was?"

"I'd have to expel you from the gang obviously."

He smiles so much more freely now. Or at least exponentially more than before.

"And what prey tell would the great Dirtyhands do without his beloved spider?"

He's quiet, and she watches him carefully as he attempts to respond.

"I suppose, I might become lost, without her many hands to guide me through this treacherous city."

He does not look at her as he speaks, turns a page in the leather bound book, but still Inej hears the sincerity in his voice.

She smiles, "good thing I'm not feeding them then," she places another handful of seed on sill.

The memory is a good one that she often visits when the nights are getting to her. It calms her, knowing that Kaz too feels a sense of attachment toward her, even if he isn't very well versed at expressing it.

She misses him.

She feels it so often at sea, like a wound in her chest, leaking spattered drops on the deck.

There's a comfort there. Knowing he'd challenge the Saints themselves if it would keep her from harm. Even if it would be undeniably reckless of him.

Inej searches the horizon, the familiar silhouette of Hellgate peeking above the waters surface. And beyond that...home.

The Slat, the new Crow Club, Wylan's manor, gambling dens and brothels, restaurants and warehouses, shiny and new and dilapidated and forgotten.

Yes, she fears what could have been, in that abandoned building in those dark city streets at the hands of Van Eck and unscrupulous cronies, but she is unflinchingly certain that a greater threat controls those roadways and alleys now. And for once, that same threat is on her side.

#inej obviously has plenty of things that she has nightmares about #most of the time shes just grateful kaz isnt there #because as much trash as there is in the city #she doesnt want to be responsible for Kaz setting the entire thing on fire in retribution #because #he would #long post potato 🥔#six of crows duology #kaz brekker #my love <3 #inej ghafa #kanej #ruinwrites #ruinwrecks #rarzo

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