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cacophony-eg · 6 months

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Trick or Treat? (Chimera Shipping Fic)

A/N: Happy Halloween!

here's a little Chimera treat for this holiday season. =3

Red Son gazed upon the Monkie Boy and Dragon Girl in awe, tears of joy welling in his eyes at their offer, his hair warmly glowed and flickered with soft flames. The demon never thought this day would come, he had hoped they would one day see the darkness and choose the path of villainy but had never expected it to happen. Nor could he ever anticipate that the two heroes would invite him to join in on an evil plan of their own making.

"Of course, I will join in on your crusade to extort civilians all across the city!" Red Son declared, nearly choking on his words as his chest swelled with pride.

"Well, I wouldn't call it extorting..." MK began, glancing over at Mei for assistance.

"We usually call it trick or treating," The dragon girl stated, with a twitching smile holding back a giggle. This was honestly turning out better than she expected, she had imagined the Bull Prince to call their yearly mission childish and turn down their request.

"Yes, Yes, I am aware of the modern way of celebrating all hallows eve." Red Son assured with a wave of his hand "Your party disguises themselves in costumes to not be recognized while going door to door demanding treats or trinkets in exchange for not harming the ones who reside there or their land," The fire demon explained.

"Huh, maybe it is low-key extorting?" Mei pondered out loud, with a slight nod of agreement towards Red boi.

"But legal, traditional extorting?" MK reasoned, with a slightly nervous smile.

"Now enough with the semantics" Red Son asserted "you two claimed to have a plan already constructed."

The Dragon Girl and Monkie Boy shared a devious smile that caused The Prince's heart to flutter and cheeks to warm.

Mei dashed to a nearby wall, pulling down a large map of the city, with coloured coordinated circles scattered all over it, as Mk rushed over with a handful of markers.

"Green symbolizes places that give out soda," MK began.

"Yellow are places that give out goodie bags," Mei added.

"Red is..." The Ponygirl started as The Noodle Boy used the markers in his hands to do some air drumming.

"FULL-SIZE CANDY BARS!" They both cheered.

Red Son nodded looking over the map, they had done a splendid job in recon, "and what does the blue symbolize?"

"Healthy snacks..." Mei answered in disdain, as MK stuck out his tongue in disgust.

The Demon Bull Prince's lips twitched upwards in a slight smile but used one of his hands to cover his mouth. It was a childish notion toward healthy food, but he could understand the sentiment. When you desired one thing... or two things, anything else only felt like a distraction or an obstacle towards your goal.

"So what is your plan of attack, where do we strike first?" Red questioned looking over the map, mentally clustering key areas together and calculating a route.

"Well, that's kind of the main part we need your help with..." MK explained with a shy, eager smile. "We both figured with your great planning skills-"

"We could reach our goal to collect the most Candy we ever have!" Mei declared with a fiery determination. "And become Halloween Candy Royalty!"

Red Son could feel both his cheeks and hair heat up as they both looked up at him with unwavering looks that held no doubt he was the perfect addition to their team.

"I will see what I can do" The prince coughed out; to mask his blush. Plucking a purple marker from MK's hand, the demon stepped closer to the map as he scanned over what they already had. Red Son, temporarily tuned out the two chatty mortals as they talked about possible costumes.

The disguises were inconsequential to the demon, he needed to focus on the task at hand. The Prince would not fail in proving himself a key member of their trio. The three of them had accomplished much together, the demon hoping to make his... What did Mei call them… frienemies? Into a stronger type of companionship. Help guild the hero's to become something more sinister, and this crusade would be the perfect opportunity to do just that.

Red Son silently promised himself that he would not be replaced by anyone, he would not lose Mei or MK to anyone else. He would prove to be superior to all others so the two of them would have no doubt about his capabilities and-

"Oh that's a great idea that way you and I can be Red Son's first and second Mates" The Dragon girl agreed with her best friend.

The Demon Prince had to reel himself away from the Map as his hair burst into a large gust of fire "WHAT ARE YOU TWO TALKING ABOUT?!" Red shouted in shock, turning to face the two heroes.

"Oh just which one of us should be your first mate and which of us should be your second mate," MK answered casually.

Making Red Son's jaw nearly drop to the floor. The three of them had not even discussed about becoming each other's intended or any courting steps, and yet the two heroes were already talking about who would be his first MATE!?!

"MK, you should be the first mate, you're a lot better at leading than I am, plus you two balance each other out," Mei suggested.

"No way Mei, you and Red Son work great off each other and click together way more, you should be the first mate," MK countered his best friend.

Red Son's eyes widened as the two heroes argued back and forth, constantly stating that the other would be a much better first mate than themselves for the prince. The Prince listened to them in stunned silence, as their argument continued; making several good points along the way that even the demon hadn't thought of, and may very well use to convince his parents of their trio courtship.

“Even just visually you and Red make a better pair” Mei argued back “Your cinnamon roll energy with his hot pepper vibes jell way better, and will get way higher appeal”

“No way, you and Red Son are like a bonfire together, you two are bright and blazing no matter where you go, everyone will pay attention to the two of you.” MK replied back.

“Come on MK, you would keep Red from going overboard, that’s perfect first mate material,” Mei declared to her friend.

“Yeah, but you would be jumping overboard with Red, that’s way better first mate material,” MK argued.

"ENOUGH!" Red Son shouted, the prince feeling as if his whole body may combust if they passively praised him anymore. "If I were to take a Mate, I would have you both become my Mates at the same time, so you both are First Mates!" The Prince declared leaving no room for argument.

"Hmm I guess that works" Mei nodded.

"Red Son would be the Captain so it is his choice who’s the first mate," MK concluded.

The Prince blinked several times "Captain?"

"Yeah, of course, you'll be our Pirate Captain," Mei said happily.

Something in Red Son's mind suddenly shattered "you two were talking about crew mates..." The demon groaned face-palming himself, feeling like such a fool to assume these two would ever so casually desire him as their mate.

"What did you think we were talking about?" MK innocently asked.

"NOTHING!" The Prince snapped, wishing to end this conversation.

"What other kinds of mates are... There..." Realization hit The Dragon Girl first as she gasped and her face lit up. The Demon Bull Prince quickly whipped around so his back was facing the two of them and was once again looking at the map.

"STOP DISTRACTING ME, IF YOU TRULY DESIRE THE PERFECT CANDY COLLECTING ROUTE" Red Son shouted at the two of them, hair still a flickering fire, as a mix of anger and shame towards himself burned inside of the prince.

MK looked over at his demon friend with a worried frown. Mei leaning towards her best friend, whispering something into his ear that had the Monkey King's successor's face morph from confusion, into surprise, then a bubbly kind of joy.

The two best friend's shared a silent conversation that consisted of hand gestures and mouthing words before the two of them looked over at the unassuming Prince with a new kind of determination in their gazes.

The two heroes stroll up to either side of Red Son, each hooking one of their arms with the Prince's, leaving no room for escape.

"So you would take both of us as your mates at the same time?" Mei clarified, pulling herself closer to the bull prince as she held his arm a little tighter.

"How would you plan that out?" MK asked, his tone not sounding as innocent as it had a few moments ago.

Red Son's hair became a bright flame once more as he looked back and forth between the Dragon Girl and the Monkie Boy. Both shared similar devilish shine in their eyes, and devious smirks as they looked up at him. Their gaze on him ignited a different kind of fire inside of the Prince.

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magician-kitty · 3 months

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Um, Lucky Prince?

Red Son yawned as he stared at his computer screen, more work and new blueprints for a new invention. He groaned as his head dropped, smacking it against his desk. The searing pain he felt in his forehead drew a hiss from the fire demon.

All work and no play makes this prince a dull demon.

Suddenly, the sound of a melody broke the prince out of his thoughts. Curious, Red Son pushed open the window to find the source of the music. His green eyes widened as he spotted MK with her staff, and her phone blasting jazz music.

I got a guy who's always late. Anytime we have a date. But I love him. Yes, I wanna ask them...

Is you is, or is you ain't my baby? The way you're acting lately makes me doubt~

'What in the world is she doing?' He wondered, the fire prince watched in the doorway as she continued to sang her heart out. She climbed up the extended pole as if hoisted her up in front of his window. An amused grin creeped up on his face. She leaned her forearms on the rails, wiggling her eyebrows.

You is still my baby, baby. It would seem my flame in your heart's done gone out.

A guy is a creature that has always been strange

Just when you're sure of what you'll find

He's gone and made a change

Is you is or is you ain't my baby?

Maybe baby's found somebody new

Or is my baby still my baby true?

MK leaned in closer, lips nearly inches apart. Then she felt a finger on her lips and was lightly pushed back. "Dearest, not that I don't mind this but, what exactly are you doing?"

MK blinked, completely thrown off by her boyfriend's question. "Uh, I was being romantic? And I thought I'd drop by and bring you lunch." The mortal blushed a bit and held up a plastic bag.

Red looked curiously at the lunch she'd brought him. He takes the bag from her as and peeks in it. A container of Pigsy's Noodles; the spicy kind, along with Creamy Custard Buns.

His bull ears flickered as a steam went off in his ears. "You made all this for me?"

She nodded.

Red Son stared in surprise at the thoughtful gesture, completely taken aback. After collecting himself, Red Son spoke.

"Thank you so much." Red Son replied, smiling. up. He walked back over to MK, grinning flirtatiously. "Would you...like to come in? By parents are not home." He asked.

MK flushed pink, her lips quivering. He was about to answer when a pair of soft warm lips collided with his. She climbed into his bedroom, closing his window behind her.

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"Ahh...Oooh~"

"Do you like that, my dear?~" Red Son smirked against her thighs, he only got a moan as a response.

"Yes...Yes..~"

"Well then, would you like this?" The sound of licking noises can be heard, and a loud gasp. "Red Son, oh. Ohhh...~"

Guessing by the sound MK's moaning, the fire user was good at what he's doing.

"Son! We're home!"

You can practically hear a record scratch in the background. The insistent voice of the Ex- Celestial finally snapped the couple out of their lustful haze. Red Son shot up from between his lover's thighs, eyes wide. His frizzled and wearing only his black turtleneck. He cast an alarmed glance to the bedroom door.

His parents were home!

"Oh shit!"

"Baby..." MK whined, pouting at the loss of his skilled tongue and soon to be orgasm.

"It's my parents!" Red Son shoved her down in a state of panic, frantically tried to fix himself up and getting his trousers up. "This is bad! What will they think if they find me here like this with you?"

MK propped herself up, her hair a complete mess, wearing nothing but a black bra while smiling goofily. "Um...Lucky prince?"

"Be serious, Xiaotian!" He shouted quietly, almost throttling the dazed girl as he tried to find her clothes.

"Quick! Before they come!"

"Hand me my jacket!"

"Where are my pants?"

"Quick, hurry!"

"Son, are you in here? Your mother wishes to-" Demon Bull King entered his son's room, froze at what he saw.

MK's stomach dropped and Red Son froze in horror at the position they were in. MK was sitting on top on Red Son, both him and her clothes are halfway on, yet still messy. She was positioned between his legs while the he was on bottom.

"Father! This...Isn't what it looks like?" Red Son grinned nervously.

The next thing she knows that she's being chased down the fortress by a pissed off father.

"GET BACK HERE YOU LITTLE THIEF!"

"I'm sorry you had to see that!"

"Father wait!"

#lego monkie kid #tales of the monkey princess #lmk red son #monkie kid mk #lmk dbk

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ulchamile · 2 years

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@lobiitos said: Kicking down the door Howard comes stalking into the room, blue flames licking the edges of the stairwell as he walks into the basement. The entire place was nearly engulfed in fire, but where Katey sat it remained safe from it all- even the smoke and ash seemed to avoid the spot all together. As if protecting her from harm.

No longer in his him guise the devil prince stood nearly nine feet tall, his massive frame protected by layers of thick armor that was almost entirely black. His eyes were a startling red hue, crimson much like freshly spilled blood. His wings were outstretched, the hard claw like nubs at the edges tearing through the structure of the cabin like butter through a hot knife. He narrowed in on Katey immediately, hunching over himself to, hopefully, keep her from feeling more scared than she already must. Her captor was no where to be seen- Howard had dealt with the lizard already. His body strewn about a mile or so from where they currently were. He'd surely reform, but for now the demon just wanted to ensure his dove was safe and sound and back in his arms- the only place she belonged ( beside next to her sister that was ).

"My dove... Come to me-" He outstretches his fingers, careful to curl them in some to avoid nicking her with his nails. "It's time to take you home, love. He won't be bothering you anytime soon." Howard wouldn't allow it...

When she was held firmly in his arms he bent down holding her close to his chest, shielding her with his wings, and jumped. Bursting through the foundation those shields would spread, and the two would take to the sky. Flying far from this place and back to home. "From now on, call me Ignatius, Katey." Never had Howard given his true name to anyone besides Lila, but for the first time he felt true fear. If anything happens to her I don't know what I'd do... "If you call my true name, no matter where I am, I will come to you. So please, if you're ever in danger say it. Say it and I will be by your side. Never again will someone take you from me again. I'll kill them before they have the chance."

Katey had no idea the violence and mayhem that was being extolled on her behalf. She was, from her perspective, safe until the creature that took her returned from wherever they went. They did not seem particularly violent towards her, but being abducted and taken away from her family and home could not be a good sign. There were times in the past that Katey might think it quite a romantic story --- some creature abducting someone who reminds them of someone else. A Beauty and the Beast sort of thing. But Katey had spent more time with her sister, more time in NYC, and was learning slowly that sometimes a bad guy was just... a bad guy.

When a thunderous noise began outside the stairwell to the basement, Katey nearly jumped out of her skin. She froze where she sat for a moment until she... put her notebook that she had been scribbling fanfiction in away. It was a strange thing to do --- she figured it must be a self-soothing gesture. She leaped up from her feet and held her knitting bag in front of her in a protective way, unsure of what was about to come through the door. What if it was the dragon man? He sounded very angry... What if he hurt her? It occurred to her that he could do any number of things to her and Loni would never find out if she never left this basement!

When the creature came down the stairs and entered the basement, surrounded by flames, Katey took a sharp little breath of fright, pressing her back against the wall as her hands dropped her bag and began to shake. This wasn’t the same man as before... This was... this was some sort of demon! Coated in black, fearsome wings, and those eyes... They were looking at her like they knew her.

Her trembling hands reached up to hold the small cross she wore on a necklace around her neck, and she raised her chin to look up at the beast as it approached her, thinking over a prayer in her head. Lord Jesus, son of God, come into my life... I believe you died and rose from the grave... I believe you live eternally in Heaven. Cleanse me from all unrighteousness. Forgive me of all my sins. I make you my Lord and Savior. I thank you for the eternal salv---

‘My dove... come to me...’

Katey’s lips parted and her brows furrowed slightly. She knew that voice. That was... but he didn’t look like... Why... Why was Howard trying to frighten her like this? She looked at his hand, outstretched to her. This was definitely Howard... She knew his voice, she had dreamt of it so many nights, speaking tender nothings to her, all in her head.

She let go of her cross with her hand and timidly reached out, placing her hand in his for a moment before she took a big step forward to him, crashing into his chest. She couldn’t help it as tears rose in her eyes, hardly believing that she was saved. He really came for her. She had told herself how beautiful it might be if he did, but part of her always believed Howard only thought of her as a toy to play with, as a silly young woman with a silly little crush. She closed her eyes when he jumped his way out of the building, clinging closer to him no matter how securely he held her in his arms.

“Ignatius...,” said Katey, repeating his name in a soft whisper, looking up at him. This was a lot to take in all at once... His new appearance, his new name... She blinked and tears fell down her cheeks. He wasn’t so frightening when she could hear his voice. It was surprising to her; it used to be that even with his human-looking facade, she was afraid of him. Then she started to like him, teased him, even, about going to church. And now, even with glowing red eyes and terrible wings beating... she was pretty sure she loved him. Katey leaned her head against his chest, against the armor, and closed her eyes as her whole form softened against him.

“Thank you for saving me.”

#lobiitos #x. (s) ... howard. { he comes alive at midnight my oh my }

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starsfic · 2 years

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I'm not sure I can name an au for a fluff prompt, but what about dragonfruit shipping with Mei saving Red Son from a kidnapping.

LMK Season 3 spoilers...

Long Xiaojiao honestly had no idea what she was doing.

Right now, the goal was to meet up with the rest of the crew while Red Son taught her how to control the fire she somehow had.

The latter was actually the easier part. Once she had calmed down, Red Son had first taught her how to make it not hurt. And then they started working on the serious stuff.

It was the former that was difficult. It had been sheer luck, according to Red Son, that he had been able to find her, miles away from the crew had last been. Neither of them was sure what the crew was doing now. Were they off-course, looking for her? Had they moved on to the next city? Xiaojiao honestly hoped it was the latter. Even though it stung, she was the one to run out on Xiaotian and probably make his abandonment issues much worse.

...how would they react to seeing her?

Xiaojiao stared down at her drink as she wondered this. They had stopped for dinner in some fast food restaurant, some American chain, she didn't remember. All she had been really able to do was focus on her lessons and wonder if Xiaotian would banish her from the group as soon as he saw her face-

And why Red hadn't come back from the bathroom yet.

Xiaojiao looked up as soon as he realized this. Red had made a habit of not leaving her alone for longer than five minutes. It had been eight minutes since he had told her he was going to go use the bathroom.

She stood, knocking over her chair. Shit, how come she hadn't noticed!

It was more sheer panic than actual thought that made her sprint to the men's room. "Hey!" a worker yelled, but Xiaojiao was too busy yanking the door open.

And there, struggling in the grip of a much larger demon, was Red Son.

Xiaojiao had been well-educated in demon courtship alongside Xiaotian by Pigsy. Most demons reserved kidnapping for mortals and it was seen as very old-fashioned and rude unless the kidnapee had given their permission. Unfortunately, there were still sick bastards who would force it. This hadn't prepared her for seeing it in the flesh.

"-down, sweet prince-" The large demon paused as she stared. "Excuse me, couple in here-"

"Get. Your hands. Off of him."

Xiaojiao felt the flames roar up.

The next moment, Red Son was invading her vision. "-jiao!" he yelled. Now that she was slightly more aware, she could feel him shaking her. "Xiaojiao!" If she had been slightly more herself, she would've teased him for the use of her real name. Right now, she was a bit out of it.

"...what happened..."

Red Son leaned back with a chuckle. Now that he was far, she could see that they were in the truck. "Well, you certainly dealt with that idiot." He reached up to tap against his scar. "And the restaurant."

...the restaurant...

Realization struck.

Xiaojiao sat straight up, nearly hitting him right in the face. "Is everyone okay?!"

"Yes, don't worry!" Red Son pointed out the window. Xiaojiao followed his finger. The purple flames seemed to have died down to the regular orange somehow, and a large crowd of people was watching as fire trucks drove up. "You set off the fire alarm before it could reach anywhere."

A sigh of relief escaped her.

Good.

She didn't need to hurt anyone else.

Then a bag hit her side. Xiaojiao glanced down. It was a takeout bag, full of fries. "Thank you," Red Son grunted out before starting the truck.

Xiaojiao felt a smile form as she pulled out a fry.

#LMK #LMK Season 3 spoilers #Lego Monkie Kid #Lego Monkie Kid Season 3 spoilers #Monkie Kid #Monkie Kid Season 3 spoilers #Dragonfruit #Dragonfruitshipping #Long Xiaojiao #Red Son #my writing.#prompt fic #prompt fill #fic #fanfic #fanfiction

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vegalocity · 3 years

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The Interrim-Red Groom AU

So i’m diving backward into the ‘Dont worry about it’ pool after that finale

SO DON’T EVEN WORRY ABOUT IT YOU GUYS WHO’S UP FOR MORE PRINCESS BRIDE AU?

I had to make an entire scene up because for the Story to keep going Princess Bride Style Red Son needed to get fucked over one more time

Soon enough three days time had passed and Red Son was ready to make his escape. Due to the nature of his ruse against the prince he hadn't made any arrangements to set up a forge or workshop for his passions, so he didn't have much by way of equipment to make his escape, and every day the prince asked to join him for at least one meal, wherein he would 'politely' ask over Xiaotian, claiming to want to know a little about the man whom had stolen his groom right out from under him.

He said these things in jest and laughter, but Red Son was no fool and could easily see the flint behind his eyes, ready and willing to twist any information Red Son gave about Xiaotian against him, to try and convince him that his beloved wouldn't take him back. Willing to take whatever details he gave him and put them in some falsified letter of rejection in attempt to make him believe his love wanted him no more, so he wouldn't put up a fight any longer.

So he lied. He spoke of not the Inn that he'd met Xiaotian in, but implied he'd always been the lord of his mountain. How they hadn't been able to be engaged due to his parents having a letter of neutrality between his family and Xiaotian's own, and how he'd had to go on a perilous journey to nullify that arrangement, but they'd believed him dead. He told him Xiaotian favored poetry, and was in fact a gifted shapeshifter, preferring a more human appearance like himself as it made travel far easier when people underestimated you.

The prince had soon grown bored of his prattling, and Red Son found it almost ironic that for once he was not speaking of tinkering and his projects when his conversational partner stopped listening. After those meals scarce as they were, the prince ended up straightening his back primly and claimed he had a meeting of some sort with his macaque general, and left him to his devices.

So now here he was, ready to make his escape.

It took actually took the longest time to try and pare down an outfit from this place so that it would be inconspicuous enough to use for travel, but he'd managed, sneaking some nonperishable food and a spare dagger into his pack for preparation and extra protection had been easy. He just made it seem to the servants that he was still anticipating the response to a letter that was never sent, and eagerly awaiting for a letter that would not exist that stated his return to Xiaotian's mountain was expected, and thus was slowly yet steadily prepping for the journey. The pitying glances he could sense the servants shooting him definitely told that they were aware of the fact that he was being 'tricked'.

But Red Son paid them no mind, after all, he knew the prince was full of lies, and he was going to be gone before the night's end anyway.

But then Red Son was summoned for his usual meal with the prince, and he willed his nerves to freeze over. He couldn't let his plans slip, while he'd long since regained his strength form his injuries in the forest he was only one demon and there was a mountain of servants and guards that would be standing between him and making a break for it if he didn't have stealth on his side.

“Beloved.” The prince greeted him as he entered. “My messengers have returned from their trip.” In three days time? How oblivious did he take him for?

Nonetheless he perked up, did his best to look eager and excited. He was never quite sure if he looked convincing, but he just needed to pretend for a few more hours.

The letter was brought right over to him, and he quickly undid the seal to reveal a message that in no way was written by his love. Though they did a good job at pretending, claiming it was written by 'his mother'—Xiaotian had never spoken of his biological parents, and his adoptive ones were both men, but in his prattling Red Son had invented a mother for his fake backstory—and that she was writing in 'her Son's stead as he was too upset and angry to be able to make a readable response. Going on to say that Xiaotian had returned to 'their mountain' in tears and had sworn that this was one too many cruelties Red Son had delivered him, and that he never wanted to speak to someone so two faced he convinced him twice of their supposed love only to twice have his heart ground into the dirt by him ever again.

It was well phrased, he'd give the prince that. It even stung a little when the supposed 'mother' had regaled that 'Xiaotian' had bitterly given 'his blessing' to his impending marriage. The thought of his love, bitter and betrayed, felt so wrong his heart hurt just at the idea.

But he couldn't let himself linger on that lest he lose his courage.

“This cannot be...” he breathed, hoping beyond all hope his knowledge of the deception read as simply denial.

“Is there something wrong?” The Prince asked around his cup. “Surely your beloved made it home safely.”

“This cannot be...” he didn't know what else to say without possibly giving himself away, so he could only hope that it sounded like shock.

“Beloved?”

He stood, he had to get out of the prince's sight before he failed to properly mask his knowledge.

“This is a lie! She... She never approved of us!” Red Son hoped at least that gave his reaction plausible deniability.

“Didn't you recently just regale to me that Xiaotian's mother loved you as a suitor for her son?” He cursed internally, but before he could scramble to cover the lie the prince continued. “Beloved, I know it must be hard to hear, but we had an agreement. Xiaotian wants no more to repair what he believed you threw away, his mother;s missive reveals as much. You gave me your word that no matter his desire you would respect his choices. Don't be selfish, love.” Red Son would be lying yet more if he claimed that that didn't sting a little.

But he'd get to that bridge when he got to it, so he turned on his heel and stormed from the room. The servants gave him a wide berth as he marched towards his rooms, face fierce but mind preoccupied with escape plans.

So preoccupied in fact he didn't notice a particular shadow following behind him.

Upon reaching his quarters he made sure to scare off any staff that would rat him out and began to scream, his fire coursing and bursting out from his body in waves, scorching the furniture around him and leaving piles of soot to build up atop his shoes. Soon enough the room had enough damage for word of his fury to have been carried to the prince, and the servants far too afraid to make their way in for quite some time. He'd have about an hour of being given a very wide berth before someone came in to check up on him.

Red Son darted for his bed and hidden among the luxurious blankets was his makeshift bag, he double checked the contents inside and nodded to himself when he came to the conclusion that everything was in order. Then he approached the writing desk and reached beneath it. Feeling around for a moment he grinned slightly to himself as he pulled out the small bottle. He'd always gotten praises in potion making, but this wasn't a potion that would make his tutors proud. He didn't NEED any magical properties in it, he just needed it to be flammable.

Which it was.

Just as he went over his plan one more time the shadows in the room seemed to flicker, and Red Son felt strikingly cold despite the amount of fire he'd just unleashed.

“I told him you were more clever than he was expecting out of you.” The voice startling him and nearly causing Red Son to drop the potion in his hands, he scrambled with the glass bottle and turned to the source of the noise.

The Six eared macaque had appeared in his room, how had he gotten in there without him noticing?

“Oh... I uhm...” He didn't have a lie prepared, Red Son's mind raced to try and come up with a plausible excuse but improvisation was never his strong suit, he would so quickly grow flustered and frustrated and usually do himself in so how could he be expected to lie convincingly on first bout?

“Don't waste a perfectly good lie trying to cover up what we both already know.” The macaque stated, a sort of boredom in his voice that made Red Son stiffen. “You know the letter was false, you know what the prince has planned for you.” The macaque took a step forward and Red Son prepared to fight him, but remembered after a beat the fire resistance charm he'd had on his person scant few days ago. He likely had it on him right now.

“I love it, he can't stand it, but I love it... Of course that also means his plans are a complete waste of your talents as far as I'm concerned. If he hadn't planned that whole 'spider queen and her ilk' situation Your lover wouldn't have found out until it was too late, and we probably could have convinced you to go to war if he'd just been a bit more patient.”

“You're talking an awful lot for someone who supposedly is on his side.”

“I'm on MY side, highness.” The macaque said easily. “The Prince is no one to sneeze at, but then again, neither are you. Tell me, should I endorse this little sneak about and help you escape? What would benefit me from not telling the prince about your little explosive and your plans?”

He racked his brain for a moment. “I can tell my parents of your assistance in enabling my escape, they'd no doubt give you the same power you have here, accompanied by my family's resources you'd find yourself with more force behind yourself than you'd know what to do with. Or if I told Xiaotian he could do the same at his own mountain, he's not exactly a nobody either-”

That second part was a mistake, by how the macaque's expression darkened. “Yes I know He's the 'New Monkey King'. Sun Wukong's Body double.” He stated simply. But before Red Son could take it back or just ensure alliance with his own family, he found his arms being restrained. A pair of clones made of shadow clung to his sides and while they dispersed quickly under his fire it was only for a moment.

Then there was a golden glow, and his arms all at once felt very heavy indeed as a cold pair of cuffs—the second set of wrist cuffs that the macaque had shown him- how had he forgotten about those?—activated and forced his wrists together. The magic quickly worked its way through his system again and he felt a cold shudder wrack up his spine.

“Your 'beloved' was quite loose lipped once I got him going on the machine. Don't hold it against him, highness, I haven't met a single man that could hold up against that level of pain.”

for a moment the words didn't process in his head, abut when they did any other thought flew right from his head.

There was only rage.

It was pathetic really, how quickly he'd been apprehended, how his fire had only a moment outside his body before once again being turned back round onto him, and his body—now remembering the pain he could do onto himself—forced his magic to cease. There was no instinctual blaze to shatter the cuffs this time, because he realized as more of the macaque's shadow clones pinned him down, that he didn't believe him.

There was no way that Xiaotian had been this monster's plaything. He had learned whatever it was he'd implied he'd learned through other methods, maybe as simple as recognizing Flower Fruit Mountain and Xiaotian had to explain the situation to him.

But If it was just his own escape the macaque was stopping then wouldn't he have not wasted the time in toying with him like that? Wouldn't he have just told the prince and been done with it? Put the cuffs on him without the monologue? Why would he waste his time in trying to trick Red son into believing him possible to sway?

Unless-

Unless he'd heard about Xiaotian planning on coming back for him himself

He almost wanted to laugh even as the clones forced him back to his feet and the Macaque crushed his liquid fireball in his hand. He was unsure if anything could make him as fearful or angry or whatever feeling it had been to make him break his restraints again as they did back in the forest, but it explained his knowledge of Xiaotian's identity, as well as his anger, and his attempt to trick Red Son. To test to see how far Red Son was willing to go to to defy the prince and follow his own heart.

But that didn't matter.

Xiaotian was coming for him.

It was a bitter medicine to take, to have to once again rely on his love to save him, rendered with naught but his intelligence on his side and left close to defenseless with these stupid cuffs back around his wrists, but He'd make it up to him.

For everything Xiaotian had done for him and how thoroughly Red Son had proved himself unworthy of such devotion, Red Son swore then to himself, that once this was all over, once he and Xiaotian were safe he'd make it all up to him. For every moment for the rest of their shared lives together.

Because when he saw him again he was never letting go.

–

“Captain I've heard rumors that the Monkey King is planning on killing my groom.’”

“My prince I've heard no such rumors-”

“Are you implying my spymaster lies to me?”

“Of- of course not my prince! What must be done to protect your groom before the wedding?”

“I'm currently having my beloved moved to a safer, more secure room in the palace to ensure no harm shall befall him before the wedding date, and we're moving the wedding itself up a few days. Go to the village and nearby forest, and the closest town, and round up all with former criminal histories. I want every possible hired gun behind bars by the time of my wedding in three days time.”

“Three days time your highness? Such a feat would require more men than we have at our disposal at the moment-”

“Then form a brute squad! You have my clearance! I want my prince safe from all harm! If He dies, then we'll have no choice but to go to war and we lack the men for such an insurgence against the Monkey King! I would have to go to his parents begging for assistance and that is not a bar I am willing to lower myself to!”

“Yes your highness!”

“Go! Waste no time!”

“Of course!”

–

Xiaojiao stared into the bottom of the jug of wine. Drained, just like all the others.

Her head was pleasantly fuzzy and the wine in her blood buzzed comfortably. It was a familiar state, she wasn't dependent on intoxication, but when she was at her lowest she would often find solace in the buzzed pleasantness of a good bender. Because here she was again.

No work, no leads, no friends.

Spider Queen had told her if they got separated that she should go back to where 'it started' i.e. The inn they'd gotten the job at. So she'd rented a room, and spent the next few days waiting, and when it became clear neither the Spider Queen, nor even Sandy were turning up, when Xiaojiao was made aware that she was well and truly alone, she blew most of her money on as much wine as she could get her hands on and began to chug.

She felt much like the scared twelve year old she once was, clinging to the handle of the Jade Sword and telling herself it didn't matter how terrified she was, as she HAD to fight. Her scar twinged at the memory.

At least no one would sell wine to a twelve year old. She didn't USED to be this pathetic when she was lonely and sad and on the verge of despair. She used to have other avenues to vent it all when it became too much.

Someone could storm right in right now with news on finding the Six Eared Macaque and Xiaojiao couldn't even be sure if she'd believe them for how despondent she felt.

“Long Xiaojiao?” A voice broke her reverie. Xiaojiao blinked blearily up at the tough looking fellow before her.

“Who wants to know?” she slurred.

“You've been arrested twice for assault and once for theft, as a security precaution all with criminal records are behind detained for the next three days by order of the prince.”

She scoffed. “I'd like to see you try, buddy.” Her fingers felt heavy but she lifted the sword easily.

Her form was off, her limbs felt loose and limp, but she still held her own against the brute's clumsy axe swings. It would be pathetic to lose to this chump.

But before the fight could be solved one way or another, a pair of blue hands wrapped around the brute's torso and lifted him into the air.

And Xiaojiao was met with a very familiar (if blurry through her impaired vision) red bearded smile.

“Sandy!”

“Xiaojiao! So nice to see you again!” Sandy set the brute down but kept hold of his torso. “This is the friend I told you about captain, she's far more dangerous alone than she is with me. I'll keep her out of trouble, I can promise you that!”

She loved watching Sandy loom. The aura around him making anyone who didn't know him reel back as every alarm in their brains fired off danger signs. His pleasant grin and tone didn't change but to the people around them that was more frightening than before.

“Just mark her name right off there and I can handle the rest!” Sandy chirped and the shaking brute did just that, stiffly turning and marching out of the inn.

“Sandy you old bastard.” She cooed delightedly as Sandy shifted his focus back onto her and she felt the cool blue hands wrap around her own torso before she was pulled into a hug.

“You smell like wine, Are you okay, Xiaojiao you don't drink unless...-” Sandy shot her a far too knowing look.

“I've been better buddy, I'll admit.”

“Well, If it helps I've heard a lot of rumors and seen a lot of things as part of this little 'brute squad' some things that might interest you.”

“Hm?” She leaned into Sandy's embrace, her friend really gave the absolute best hugs.

“I think I found the Six Eared Macaque.”

Xiaojiao wasn't sure if it was disbelief, shock, sudden crashing cresting hope, or just the wine, but she suddenly got very dizzy.

And then everything went black.

#Monkie kid #LMK #Princess Bride AU #Red groom AU #MK Red Son #Six eared macaque #Long Xiaojiao #MK Sandy #Vega writes stories too #-shuffling Season 2 thoughts under the rug-#it's fine it's fine who wants some princess bride as a distraction?#it's fine it's fine #spicynoodleshipping

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theprinceofflies · 3 years

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OK so heres the dragon x prince au i did for dapperstache.

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/13LUmUD0Ma14pwAtpMQrlD

i made a playlist for this

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JJ paced back and forth across the room. It was a small room. Much smaller than he was used to. Then again he was used to a grand palace.

The tower room was nice though. There was a queen-sized bed on one side. There was a small closet-like bathroom that contained a sink, toilet and shower/bath. Shelves lined one half of the tower wall. Books of all sizes filled the shelves. It seemed that his father still wanted to have an education. There was a dresser and mirror next to the bed. A small stove and a table in the middle of the room.

Everything would be fine if this was all he had to worry about.

But of course, there was the dragon.

JJ had been knocked out when brought to the tower so he didn't know how to get out. He checked the window a little bit ago and was met with the sight of a bright pink dragon curled around the bottom of the tower.

He had nearly fainted.

JJ had of course known the plan. Get locked up in a tower by his father on his eighteenth birthday. A dragon would be bribed to guard him. The said dragon would be slain by the prince of his dreams. Most likely chosen by his father. A vain prince who only wanted the throne.

JJ rolled his eyes at the thought. Ever since his brothers had run away he had been stuck dealing with his father. Why haven't they taken him with them?

Anti had been the first to run away. Not surprising anyone. He had summoned a demon as a joke. Everyone thought the demon had eaten him. JJ knew he just fell in love.

Marvin was next. Again not very surprising. He had fallen for his bodyguard and ran away. The last JJ heard he was running a travelling circus.

Chase surprised everyone. He had a fiance and was going to be wed to her in a few months. His life seemed perfect. But not perfect enough it seems. He ran away with two inventors. JJ had helped him leave.

Henrik left without a word. Leaving with the head medic. Leaving JJ behind.

They had all succumbed to love, leaving their youngest brother behind.

Now JJ didn't truly blame any of them. He just wished they had taken him with them.

JJ sat on the chair in the corner. Who knows how long he would be up here without a-

"Hello?"

JJ looked up and gasped. A man had climbed in the tower window. A man with scales, horns, wings and a tail. A man who was also lacking clothes.

JJ jumped up, sighing rabidly. "Ok slow down."

'Who are you?'

"Wilford."

'Could you put on some clothes?'

"Those things you humans wear?" Wilford asked and stood up, giving JJ quite the view. "Why?"

'Because well you're,' JJ tried to sign.

"Ok."

JJ nodded and ran to his dresser, throwing some clothes that were too big for him to the man. He turned away and took a deep breath. This he was not prepared for. "Okay okay, so how do I look?"

JJ turned around and sighed. Wilford was wearing the loose pants but not the shirt. He shrugged. "Does not go over the wings."

'Who are you?' JJ asked again.

"Oh, I'm your dragon. Wilford Warfstache at your service," Wilford said and bowed.

JJ blinked. "Yeah, you're not the first princesses I've guarded. I've gotten this reaction before. The Last Prince just drugged me. It's a bit boring. Told everyone he killed me."

JJ nodded. He could see the man without turning away in embarrassment. He had pink hair and a pink moustache that matched his pink scales. The scale-covered his cheeks and most of his chest. He grinned and sharp teeth flashed. His eyes glimmered in the light. Red cats like eyes that follow the princes every move. Horns rested on top of his head that curved backwards. His wings were folded but were just as pink as his scales. His tail waved back and forth as he stared at JJ.

Wilford tilted his head and took a step forward. "I was promised the green prince."

JJ looked away. 'He's gone. Ran away with his lover.'

"Oh good for him. Then you're the purple prince?" Wilford asked.

'No also ran away with his lover.'

Wilford frowned. "Grey?"

'Two lovers.'

"White?"

'No sorry. Ran away as well'

"You're the blue prince then."

'Yes.'

"Good I was afraid your father had more sons I didn't know about. Though you're the youngest. The foolish youngest. Why haven't you called for a handsome suitor? Why haven't you run away like the others?"

'I'd rather read.' JJ sighed and looked at the ground.

"Really little bluebird?" Wilford asked and took a step forward. "No story of a lover left at home. No-"

He stopped when JJ pulled out a knife and pointed it at him. "Why do you have that?"

'I've heard the horror stories of evil princes taking advantage of their supposed loves. I am no fool.'

Wilford nodded and grinned. "You know I like you. Have fun exploring the tower. I'll be outside."

JJ turned around as Wilford crawled out the window. "Ta ta!" he called.

JJ didn't turn around to look at him,1 instead he plucked a book from the shelf and began to read.

~'~'~

"Dinner!"

JJ whipped around to see Wilford holding up a bag. He was also wearing pants that fit him and a yellow shirt. "Though I'd get dinner to apologize. And well you seemed more comfortable if I was wearing clothes. Oh forgot to say I'll be getting food for you so if you want something feel free to ask."

JJ nodded and smiled. 'Thank you.'

"Sorry for earlier."

'Thank you for the apology.'

Wilford grinned. "I didn't know what you wanted so I got some sweets, fruits and chicken."

'That's. That's very kind. Thank you.'

Wilford grinned and set it on the table. "Believe it or not you're more talkative than the last person I kept in a tower. She was terrified of me. Eventually, I just left her alone."

JJ stood up and peered into the bag. 'Well, you don't seem like you want to eat me.'

"Well I won't lie, you look delicious. I've just been fed knights who haven't showered in weeks." Wilford said with a grin.

JJ froze.

Wilford laughed. "I'm not going to eat you. I was joking. I like candy."

JJ relaxed and giggled. 'A dragon who enjoys sweets. I believe I've seen it all.'

Wilford blushed and rubbed the back of his head. "Yeah."

JJ pulled out the fruit and the sweets. He carried the chicken over to the stove and grabbed a tray, putting the chicken on it and putting it inside. "What are you doing?"

'Cooking the chicken.'

"Why?"

'I don't eat things raw. Now, where are the matches?' JJ stood up and looked through the drawers. Wilford frowned and walked up to the stove. 'Wil what are you-'

He froze when Wilford blew a plume of fire into the stove. "There!"

'Well, that works.'

"It does! Don't forget you have a dragon friend now!"

'Friend?'

"Yeah I mean if you," he trailed off when JJ hugged him.

'Thank you.'

Wilford nodded, flicking his tongue out to catch the scent of fear. Not directed to him. Then there was happiness. That was a lot sweeter than fear. Wilford shook his head and stared down at the prince. He wrapped his arms around the prince's waist and pulled him closer. "You're welcome."

~'~'~

Winter had come and apparently if Wilford kept eating JJ's suitors he was going to be stuck in the tower forever. Which meant he was stuck inside during winter. In a place where it was not built for winter.

JJ thought of this as he shivered under his blankets. The fireplace helped a little but it was still cold.

The window creaked and JJ sighed. He sat up to see Wilford crawling through the opened window. He turned and stared at JJ. "Oh, you're awake."

'What are you doing?' JJ asked and rubbed his eyes.

Wilford shrugged and shifted. He was still getting used to wearing pants. "I sneak in to steal candy."

JJ rolled his eyes and gestured for Wilford to come over. "Why aren't you asleep?"

'Too cold.'

"Cold?"

JJ reached out a hand and touched Wilford's arm. He gasped and pulled Wilford into the bed with him. "Woah! What are you," he trailed off when JJ pressed up against his chest.

'You're warm.'

Wilford chuckled nervously. "I give off heat I guess."

JJ sighed and pulled him under the covers. 'You have to stay.'

Wilford flicked out his tongue and nodded. JJ ran a hand across his chest. 'I've never felt your scales before. They're nice.'

"Thank you."

JJ sighed and closed his eyes, his body going limp against the draconic creature.

Wilford sighed and pulled the prince closer. "Good night Jay."

~'~'~

"JJ!" Wilford said and pulled back the makeshift curtain on the window. They had made it so Wilford could change in and out of clothes with privacy.

JJ looked up and smiled softly. 'Hello, Wilford.'

Wilford grinned and walked over to him, holding something behind his back. "I got you something!"

JJ tilted his head as Wilford's tail swung back and forth. 'You're excited.'

Wilford nodded and shoved a bouquet into JJs arms. JJ gasped and stared at the flowers. They had been freshly picked and were all blue. "Do you like it? I saw a boy giving a girl flowers and she liked them. You said you like the colour blue so," he trailed off. "JJ why are your eyes leaking?"

'It's wonderful, Wilford.'

"No, you're crying, that means you're sad," Wilford said and reached out a hand to take the flowers back.

JJ shoot his head. 'It also can mean that you're just so happy you can't contain it.'

Wilford nodded. "That's good right?"

JJ nodded and sniffed. 'Thank you so much.'

"Have you ever gotten flowers before?"

'Yes, many times, from suitors. I normally got roses. I don't very much care for roses.'

Wilford froze. "Suiters?" he whispered.

JJ laughed. 'They're usually given as gifts of romance.'

Wilford blushed and looked away. "I am sorry," he said quickly and turned to the window. "Oh, is that a prince? I better go eat him!"

JJ laughed and sighed dreamily as Wilford stumbled out the window. He took a deep breath and inhaled the sweet scent of the flowers before going to get a vase.

~'~'~

JJ sighed as mettle clashed against Wilford's claws. He peered out the window to see Wilford in his dragon form holding the prince by his cape and glaring at him. "You bastard! How dare you keep the prince from the outside. How dare you hurt him!"

Wilford growled and narrowed his eyes. "Fool! I protect the prince from idiots like you." Wilford turned to look at the tower. JJ smiled and waved at him.

"Your majesty." the other prince yelled. "I have been sent by your father to marry you!"

'Could you save me first?'

"What was that? Speak please."

JJ rolled his eyes. "He asked if you could save him first," WIford growled.

Realization dawned on the armour-wearing prince. "Oh fuck your mute! I wasn't told that. Well, I guess it's not that bad. We can make due, just can't tell anyone."

JJ gasped and glared at the prince. He put his thumb down and stormed back into the tower. He sat on his bed and stared at the ground. Wilford came in a few minutes later. "JJ are you okay?" he whispered as he got dressed. He peeked out of behind the curtains to look at him. "JJ your eyes are leaking again. But you're sad."

JJ nodded and tried to rub the tears away. Wilford approached him. He sat next to JJ on the bed and nudged JJ's shoulder with his horns. JJ pushed him away and Wilford whined. He moved closer to JJ, wrapping his tail around JJs waist. "Did he make you sad?"

'Yes.'

"Is it about your voice?"

'Will I'm the last pick! I wasn't supposed to get married. My father hid me in the castle. I had suitors but they were never allowed to meet me. I was useless because of my voice. After my brothers left my father had to marry me off. I'm never going to get a prince. They only care about fame.' JJ sighed.

"Do you want to stay with me?"

JJ nodded and tilted his head. 'What do you mean? Of course, I do. I already stay with you.'

"I mean forever. I'll be the mean dragon who will not let any prince get to you."

JJ paused. 'I would like that, but,'

Wilford took JJs hands into his claws. "You'll be free one day I promise. Just stay with me, please. Just for a while."

JJ smiled and nodded. 'I'll stay with you my dragon.'

Wilford grinned and pulled JJ into a hug, wrapping his wings around the other to cover him. "My prince."

JJ smiled and pressed himself closer to the dragon. 'Thank you.'

Wilford smiled. "You are very welcome my sapphire."

#dapperstache #dragon x prince #oneshot #jj loves him #i'm probably going to write more of this

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heynikkiyousofine · 3 years

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Chapter 2 is up and going! I cannot wait to hear what y’all think. Thank you again @keichanz and @neutronstarchild for helping me get my stories up and going. without further ado, The Fairy Princess and The Prince Hanyou continues…

What Inuyasha saw made him speechless. There in the meadow, sitting among the first blooming flowers of the season, sat a small fox youkai chattering away, in the lap of a woman with waist length hair. His hands itched to run his fingers throughout it. She wore a soft, pale, yellow dress, hanging off her creamy, pale shoulders. Her dress covered her bent legs, only showing her bare feet, a pair of brown slippers sitting in her basket. He couldn’t see her face, but he could hear her giggling at the young fox’s story, his paws waving about in the air, her laugh like a tinker of bells. A warmth spread throughout his chest as he realized he would probably be caught creepily staring at this woman.

What that her son? Where did she live? The closest village was still a bit away. Could she defend herself if she were to be attacked? He noticed a small knife handle sticking from her left boot that told him she probably had never used it for anything other than the flowers in her basket. Wishing to know what she looked like, smelt like, be near her, he took a deep breath trying to decipher between the different scents coming from the woman.

He could smell the woodsy pine-like scent of the fox, his parents probably residing nearby as he could faintly detect similar scents towards the north. He could also smell the flowers that had began to bloom around them, similar to the ones in his mother’s garden back home. He also smelt the sunshine, or rather the warmth of the sunshine that covered the field, but couldn’t exactly smell her. It was like she blended in to nature around her. Puzzled, Inuyasha gripped his crossbow tightly, deciding he needed to find out about this oh so familiar scent.

As he took a step in the brightness, the fox quickly stopped talking and froze in his storytelling, staring at the Prince with his emerald eyes. The young woman’s back stiffened and the soft waif of fear drifting across his nose. “I’m not going to hurt either of you.” He softly rumbled, realizing he probably startled them both. As the young woman turned around carefully, blue eyes clashing with gold, Miroku and Sango came crashing through the underbrush behind him. Inuyasha turned around to stop them in time from coming closer.

“Where did you go?” “Did you catch one?” they both asked, breathing labored. Sango’s hair slightly a mess, lips glistening and swollen a bit. Miroku’s white tunic buttoned incorrectly. They both sported a slight blush, not knowing Inuyasha knew they had frequently been making out behind the stables at the castle. Rolling his yees, her turned just in time to see the young woman running away.

“Fuck. You two couldn’t have worse timing.” He gritted, his left hand clenching. Where did they go? They couldn’t have gotten far fast. Her eyes were of something else, a color he had never seen before on a person. It was as if his soul was reaching out to calm the frightened woman, his own demon berating him for scaring her, not protecting her. Looking around, he could smell all the same scents before, so he wasn’t sure which way they had went, but he vowed to look the next time he got a chance.

Across the field, holding Shippo is her arms, Kagome watched the group with shortened breaths, she hadn’t run that fast in a long time. The man himself didn’t frightened her exactly, she had just thought they were alone. After seeing his eyes and hearing his soft rumble, she wanted to stay and chat with him, a feeling of safety washing through her, like her soul knew she would be fine. It wasn’t until the couple behind him came crashing through the trees, that she realized she might be in danger/ She had grabbed her basket, Shippo clinging her stomach and she ran with all her might. She didn’t know how to use the knife she had hidden in her boot for self defense and Shippo was just a small child, despite being a fox demon.

Before she could keep berating herself even farther, Shippo whispered to her, “Gome’ let’s go. We can get back to Jineji’s house from here without crossing their paths.” Nodding in agreement, Kagome took a deep breath, reached into her basket and slipped on her shoes and turned towards where Shippo was pointing, the golden eyed man on her mind. They trekked through the foliage to Jineji’s, speaking softly to each other, both wondering who those people were and what did they want. “He reeked of dog.” Shippo exclaimed, his nose scrunching up. “The only inuyokai I know of are royals, but I don’t know if that was one of them. I haven’t met them before, just heard of them. Should we tell someone?”

“I don’t know of anyone who would believe us or would know what to do.” She responded sadly, “Besides, I think they might fear for our safety more than anything and not less us visit each other for quite some time.”

“Most likely. I wonder if they were going to harm us. We don’t have anything they want.”

Shrugging her shoulders, she looked down at Shippo in agreement, “I don’t know Shippo. Either way, we would’ve been in trouble, I don’t know how to use my knife like a weapon and you’re still a small child.”

Puffing out his chest, Shippo responded quickly, “I would’ve protected you! I’ve working on my fox fire!”

Giggling along, the two remained on their walk, watching their surroundings around them. As they came upon the herbal fields, they noticed Jineji in the farthest, digging through the soil. Greeting him with a smile, Kagome put the whole experience in the back fo her mind, until she could get home to Kaede and think about everything that happened. They spent hours enjoying the others company, staying for dinner in the hanyou’s cottage. As the stars began the light up the sky, Jineji walked Kagome and Shippo home, telling them to come visit in soon. Later on that evening, as the women began to get ready for bed, drinking lavender tea, Kagome began to ask Kaede about the royal families.

“Mother, have you ever met the King and his family?”

Nodding her head in response, Kaede set down her clay cup, “Yes dear, from quite some time ago. I’ve heard stories from travelers about how kind and welcoming they are now. People have been traveling far and wide from the eastern kingdom to find a new home.”

“What were they running from?”

“Well, I have told you plenty of times to never cross the eastern border, their leader Naraku is not a kind ruler to his people and many live in fear for their lives on a daily basis. I will spare you the details of the rumors I have heard, but you must promise me you never go looking.”

Nodding, Kagome went to change the subject. “What about our King and Queen? Are they fair people?”

“Aye. I have heard of their love and kindness for my entire life, since I was a young girl with my mother in the village near the castle. The King is a Inuyokai and his queen is a human, they bore a son a few years before you were born.”

“He’s a hanyou? Like Jineji?”

“Aye child. From what I remember he was a rambunctious child, until I came out here when you were born.”

“Can we go see them one day? I would like to see the castle grounds and the village surrounding it. Maybe be could go see your family?”

“Maybe some day child, I’m not as young as I used to be.” Kaede mused, laughter filling the air. “It is time for rest. Did you get plenty of flowers today? I noticed your basket wasn’t as full as usual.”

“Not as many as I wanted to, they aren’t in full bloom yet.” Kagome responded quickly, hoping Kaede wouldn’t pry more on the subject. She didn’t want to try and dodge the events of earlier and didn’t like lying.

“Okay, sweet dreams my child.” Kaede softly kissed her cheek before she strode into the sleeping room to her right. Sighing softly, Kagome began to think about said earlier events. The man didn’t seem harmful, but what if he had come from the eastern kingdom? His clothing wasn’t ratted or torn, almost a full royal outfit. His shoes were a shiny black leather that looked expensive. Picking up her cup, Kagome began to head towards her sleeping room, across the home from her mother’s. As she laid in her small bed to get comfortable for sleep, she shut her eyes and dreamt of glowing amber eyes.

Quietness swept through the night as the moon rose high in the sky, the only sounds a fussy child trying to sleep in the fox hut nearby. Rocking her child softly, Shippo’s mother stepped out the front doorway, so she wouldn’t wake her other children. As her newborn began to quiet down again, she caught the whiff of smoke and turned towards the eastern border. Emerald eyes widening, she gasped softly and let out a yip, not too loudly, but enough for her husband and mate. He woke with a start and hurried toward her in the doorway with a questioning look. Raising her hand to point, he turned and stiffened in fear. Along the tree line, red and orange flames covered the treetops, smoke rising high in the sky. Hearing shouts and screams nearby, he turned toward his wife and nodded. Grabbing her outstretched hand, he whisked her into the hut and started to wake his three sleeping children.

‘Shippo, wake up. We must go.” He began, only to raise his voice and he shook the fox demon awake. Grumbling in response, Shippo slowly opened his eyes to see his father’s frightened face. “What’s going on Papa?”

“Hurry and help pack a bag of thing for you and your sisters, there’s people coming with fire.” Jumping up quickly, Shippo grabbed his green knapsack and went to fill it with a small coat and some fruit, knowing there wasn’t much else that would fit. As he stepped to grab his youngest sisters arms to carry her, he heard men shouting and metal clanking against one another. His sister whimpered, turning her face to his chest, his papa grabbed his bags and ushered them to the door. Feeling a wave of nausea wash over him, Shippo watched as a man with a long braid and even longer sword push through the doorway, his face shadowed by the flames behind him. The man stood tall, with a large purple mark on his forehead, his halberd resting on his left shoulder.

“Who are you!?” His papa asked, gathering everyone, but him and his sister behind him. He was too far away with her squirming in his arms to be protected.

“None of your business. Naraku has sent us here to take you to him, if you refuse, we will kill you.” Shippo’s mother gasped softly, holding her new born baby closer to her breast and Shippo held his sibling tighter in his arms. She kept trying to run from his arms.

“We will never go to him.” His papa spat, taking a step back, guarding his family as best as he could. The smell of fear filled his air, making Shippo’s eye water just a bit and as he was taking a step back into the corner to hide from this frightening man, his sister pushed out of his hands and ran across the hut. Before she could get to her papa’s arms, the man with long braid picked up the screaming child and tossed her into the arms of a large man behind him. “No! Give her back! She’s just a child!” Shippo’s papa cried. Tasing his sword, the braided haired man walked closer to the family, not knowing Shippo had tucked himself behind a wardrobe.

“You will be coming with me, whether it’s in chains or death.” The man grinned wickedly, using his sword to shove them towards the door. Shippo held his breath as he watched the man push his family away, catching his father’s attention. His father’s with hardened eyes, nodded and mouthed “I love you.” Staying hidden behind, he could hear his father and mother shouting, his sisters crying and more steps as they moved father away, toward the eastern kingdom. Sitting there quietly for some time, tears pouring down his flushed cheeks, he smelt the faint whiff of smoke, and something else he couldn’t decipher, and looked out. His house was beginning to burn! Scrambling, he crawled quickly to doorway, only to stop where he was. There was his whole family laying on the ground, blood surrounding their bodies. Sobbing, Shippo ran his papa, pleading him to come back. As the flames grew behind him, he realized he could no longer feel his father’s youki or his fox fire. Wailing, he hugged his papa’s neck as the blazing hut behind him fell to the ground in the night.

He wasn’t sure how long had passed before the fire had begun to spread across the grass towards his family, but Shippo knew he couldn’t carry them all to safety, so he grabbed the ribbon in his mother’s hair and the small knapsack his father had put together, and began to run towards the only place would be safe. Tying his hair back into a ponytail with the green ribbon, Shippo looked one last time at his family’s bodies before ember flames engulfed the field. Grabbing the knapsack and the one across his back, Shippo trekked through the night to Kagome and Kaede’s cottage.

Frowning in her sleep, Kagome tossed and turned fitfully, dreaming vividly of crimson eyes, evil feelings and screams of torture. Gasping awake, Kagome bolted upright to the sounds of sniffling and footsteps coming towards the house. Quickly getting to her feet, Kagome grabbed her slippers and ran to the doorway, just in time for Shippo to burst through and grab her gown tightly.

“What is going on?” Kaede asked, causing Kagome to turn, holding onto Shippo just as tightly. Shippo began to sob, Kagome stroking his back softly, whispering that it was okay and he was safe. Kaede quickly brought the fire to life and filled the kettle with water for tea. After a few minutes, she poured three cups, filling Shippo’s with extra lavender to help calm him down. Sipping his warm drink and hiccuping, Shippo recounted the events. When he was done, Kaede rose to her feet quickly and turned towards the back of the cottage, grabbing a few bottles of herbs along the way. Ignoring her for the moment, Kagome held Shippo is her arms and cried softly for him. He was alone in this world. His whole family gone in one night. He will stay with me and I’ll never let him be alone ever again.

Before Kagome could come up with a plan to ask her mother if he could stay with them, Kaede came back with a bag filled with her cloak, bottles, fruit and a letter, sealed tightly and a determined look on her face. Puzzled, Kagome looked at her with fear brewing in her eyes, not quite understanding what was going on.

“Child. I need you to change into your clothing and traveling boots, not your slippers, and come back in here and sit with me.”

“Kaede-“

“Child, now. There’s no time.” Kaede urgently responded. Kagome rose to her feet, spinning and taking her and Shippo to her room to change.

“What’s going on ‘Gome’?” Shippo asked drowsily, feeling the full effects of his tea.

“I don’t know, but sleep for a little while. You need to rest.” She whispered, laying him down on her bed. Changing quickly into her pale yellow dress, Kagome returned to the living area with her brown boots in her hand. Smiling Softly, Kaede patted the spot next to her, gesturing for Kagome to sit.

“I need to tell you how I came upon you.”

“You’ve told me this story before. My mother left me in your care before she disappeared.” She responded as she finished putting on her boots.

“There is more to it. You see your pendant?” Nodding, Kagome fingered the precious heirloom, wondering what this had anything to do with it. “Remove it, Kagome.”

Taking a deep breath, Kagome removed the light blue necklace, lifting it up above her head. As she did, she felt this wave of power fill her entire body, like she was glowing. Opening her eyes. Kagome held her breath as she realized her hands were actually glowing! They lit up like the soft moonlight, sparkling like glitter when the light hit them just right. Raising her eyes quickly, she saw Kaede smile softly.

“Kagome, go stand and look in the mirror in the wardrobe. After I will tell you everything.”

Gathering herself, she stood, her legs wobbling slightly as she carried herself towards the worn down wardrobe with the large mirror hanging inside. Not sure what to expect when she looked, Kagome’s hand flew to he mouth in awe. There reflected a woman, whose entire body sparkled like her hands before, with hair as dark as her own, adorned with a flower crown. Her crown twisted with all her favorite flowers rested atop her perfectly curled hair and her pale yellow dress compared to the soft silkiness of her almost midnight hair. She always knew she had blue eyes, that she had never known anyone else with the same color, but her eyes now almost seem to bore into her soul, as if there was a deep, power residing behind them. A soul that could see into the depths of another person. As amazing as all those things seemed to her, her eyes were more focused on what was behind her, actually what was attached her.

Thin, almost see through wings sprouted from between her shoulder blades, completely silver, with lines of gold outlining the edges. Reaching softly over her shoulder, she grazed one, only for it to flutter and sparkled dust fell from it, towards the wooden floor. Eyes wide, she turned toward Kaede who just watched her and waited for her to come sit back down. Putting her pendant back over her head, she felt as if she were underwater. It reminded her of her swimming memories with Shippo last summer, floating in the river. She looked quickly in the mirror, only to sadly see the same reflection she’s seen her entire life. Striding quickly, she sat down beside Kaede, eager and confused to hear what she had to say.

“Child. You have heard of the stories about how Naraku came to power. How he slain the King and Queen and their child in the Eastern Kingdom, only to take over and and create pain and suffering throughout the lands. Child, you are their daughter.” Kaede didn’t know this right away twenty years ago, but after word had spread of the event and the visit from the wounded lady, she had taken off the pendant whenever Kagome slept one night, only to see little wings protrude from her back.

Shaking, Kagome felt light headed. “Are you sure? Why now? Why didn’t you tell me before? Does this have anything to do with what happened to Shippo? Does he know? Does anyone else know? Why did you pack that bag? Kaede-“

Shushing her child with a look she knew too well, Kaede softly spoke, to not wake the sleeping child in the next room. She wasn’t sure if Shippo knew anything of the story or if he had any idea about who Kagome was. “I knew your mother. She came to me when you were about four months of age. She was deeply wounded, almost to the brink of death. She looked a lot like you, long dark hair, but eyes that were brown and filled with sadness. She handed you to me, told me your name, that you were special and that I needed to keep you safe. Before I could help her or figure out anything more, she fell to the ground and disappeared into dust. After that, I heard of the fallen kingdom and knew who you were. I would tell you someday, knowing you were going to have to travel to the northern castle and ask for King Toga’s help to succeed in getting your home back. I believe you are the one who will bring peace back to all four kingdoms.”

“How? I’m only a kid still. I’m not yet twenty years of age. I don’t even know how to fight!” Kagome cried anxiously.

Holding her as she began to cry, Kaede cuddled the crying child, whispering words of encouragement. “You will learn as you go. You will meet many people and creatures. Other mythical creatures will know exactly who you are and you must not trust anyone. When you get to the palace, you must show the king who you truly are and he will keep you safe. Naraku, I believe wants your power. It is foretold to be the strongest in time, one that could bring any kingdom to its knees.”

“How though? Mother Kaede, I can barely withstand slicing an animal’s body to provide for us. What power do you speak of?”

“Raise your right hand like this. Close your eyes. Breath in and out. I want you to look into your heart and feel the tug on your soul, one that reaches down within you. That is your power.” Before Kagome could shut her eyes to try, a loud shout came from outside the cottage. Quietly rising to her feet, Shippo stumbled from the bedroom, fear in his eyes and ran to Kagome’s outstretched arms. Footsteps quickly came to the door and a loud knock had all of them standing in silence.

“It is the King’s guard, we wish to speak with you.”

“Come in.” Kaede commanded, no waver in her voice. A large man came through the door and Shippo climbed to Kagome’s back, hiding from sight. He knew this scent and began to tremble.

“Are you Lady Kaede? Priestess here in this land?”

“Aye. However, I have not practiced in a long time, I only deal with herbs and potions.”

The man with the long braid and even longer sword looked around the living space, watching the old woman and the young with hard eyes, growing with suspicion. “Who is this?” he pointed with his sword at Kagome.

“This is my adopted daughter.”

“Adopted? So she does not have spiritual powers as well?”

Shaking her head, Kaede took a step forward, slightly shielding Kagome and Shippo behind her. “What do you need with me?”

“Naraku.”

Swallowing a gasp, Kagome began to tremble as well, looking at the back of Kaede’s head, tears beginning to form in her eyes. Kaede spoke angrily, “What does he want with me? I am but an old woman, with only the aid of my child. I have no use for my powers nor harm anyone with them.”

“He wants you. He instructed us to bring you to him alive.”

Nodding, Kaede inquired, “What about my child?”

Smirking, the man looked at Kagome as lust formed into his eyes, “I’ll take good care of her.”

Turning around to face her, Kaede hugged Kagome tightly, holding Shippo as well, and whispered, “Run. Take the bag and Shippo and run. When I leave, this man intends to break you. You must not let him know who you are. Remember everything I said tonight. I love you my dear daughter and I will see you soon.” When Kagome went to give her love back, a sharp tug pulled Kaede from her arms, the large man with a yellow head wrap dragged Kaede out the door.

The man with a purple mark across his forehead began to untie his belt from his waist and a sinister grin stretched across his face. “My name is Bankotsu, and your mother will be just fine with my men. You are young and beautiful. I’m sure you will be fitting to be my woman. Do not worry, I won’t be too rough for your first time.” As he encroached closer to Kagome, slowly unbuttoning his pants, Shippo jumped on Kagome’s shoulder and shouted “Fox Fire!”

Blue flames spread across Bankotsu’s pants, near his private areas, causing him to scream in pain and hatred burn deep in his eyes. As he dropped to his knees and tried to put out the fire, Kagome sprung in to action. She grabbed the bag Kaede put together and ran out the front door. Turning to look both ways, she saw flames toward the easter border and decided the opposite was the best. Not glancing to see if the man was behind her, she ran as fast she could towards the forest, only stopping to turn around at the edge to look at her mother.

Kaede, hands bound with rope, was being guided into a wagon by the man from who grabbed her earlier. Anther man, one who looked like a monster, taller than cottage, was helping Bankotsu to the wagon, while holding a flaming torch. Tears falling to her dress, Kagome grabbed the bag and tossed it onto her back, and whispered her love for her mother in to the air. Shippo grabbed tightly on her shoulder and Kagome ran towards the next village over.

Somewhere near by, Inuyasha rose from his sleeping position in the tree. He could smell them, the ones who smelt of death and graveyard soil, like they had been buried for a long time. He knew Naraku’s henchmen were nearby, inside the northern borders and knew he should get back to the castle quickly to warn his father. Looking to the eastern sky, Inuyasha grabbed his gear and urged Miroku and Sango to get on their horses He saw the flames stretch across the forest, burning everything in its path to the ground, and the sun rising above the treetops. The smell of sunshine and wildflowers coming and going across his senses, as he took off through the forest.

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ms-rampage · 3 years

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The New Trainee

Summary: Paige, Kate and all the other hunters show Felix how to kill monsters. Monster Hunting 101.

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: Some language

Note: OC Felix Miller belongs to @the-chaos-siblings (also requested by him)

“Okay so the monster you saw us killed. That was a Wendigo, they’re pretty much humans that resorted to cannibalism, and turned into monsters” Paige tells Felix.

After he witnessed a Wendigo, and saw how they killed it. Paige and Kate along with everyone that lives on the compound showed Felix how to hunt, and kill monsters.

“Humanoids that are tall and pale. A huge part of Native American mythology” Kate adds.

“So fire and silver bullets kill them?” he asks.

Both sisters nod, “Yep, they’re usually in groups, but they’re more likely to be by themselves” Paige tells him.

Her husband Kenneth, along with their hunters friends/family Adrian, Cody, Mark, Martin, Nate and their mother Mandy walk into the living room.

“That Wendigo was living by itself, but I’m sure there’s more lurking out there in the woods” he tells them.

“So what other monsters exist?” Felix asks, “Do vampires exist?! Werewolves? Demons?! The loch ness monster?!”.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes and maybe” Paige answers, “Unless it's freakin' Godzilla, it real!”.

There were some “animal” attacks in the wood areas of Hope County, Montana, and everyone including forest rangers have concluded them as either bear, or cougar attacks, but the local supernatural hunters say differently. Because after Wendigo’s attack they leave nothing behind, and the campsite had some blood evidence, but no bodies of campers. The site was “too clean” for the Cult to have kidnapped any innocent “sinners”.

“So I kinda know how to kill vampires” he tells them, but he has an unsure tone in his voice, “A wooden stake to the heart, holy water, sunlight and garlic”.

They all exchange looks, knowing that’s how you kill them in movies, and it's a huge misconception.

Kate awkwardly clears her throat, “Well umm, Felix, that’s actually a huge misconception. We all know in movies and tv shows. Killing vampires with a wooden stake or repelling them with garlic is actually false”.

He looks at her confused, “Then how do you kill them?”.

“Decapitation” Kenneth tells him, “You chop off its head, and that’s it”.

Kate takes a seat next to him, “So we’re gonna start off with vampires, and how to kill them, and how they originated”.

Paige clears her throat, giving him a lesson in Monster Hunting 101, “So as you may know, vampires live forever. Never age. Up until you give them a nice clean head cut. Vampires originate from the Alpha vampire, the very first of the kind. Progenitor of vamps. Killing them is easy, decapitation, but those bastards are fucking strong and fast. Sneaking little bastards”.

“You can “cure” a vampire” Cody tells him, “Dead man’s blood. The blood of a dead person. It sedates them”.

“It doesn’t really cure them, it just makes them weak, and causes them pain without actually killing them” Ken adds.

“Next!” Paige exclaims, “Demons! Corrupted human souls!. Twisted, perverted evil spirits! Ghosts with an ego!”.

“Abominations” Adrian mutters before taking a sip of his whiskey.

“There are many, different types of demons” Kate tells him, “There are the typical, everyday black eyed demons. Then there’s red eyed demons, white eyed demons, and yellow eyed demons. Princes of Hell, Knights of Hell. Crossroad demons. It’s all a goddamn hierarchy!!”.

“Basically demons are human souls that were sent to Hell for whatever reason, and were left in the fiery pit to be tortured until there is no humanity left in them” Mandy tells Felix, “Turning them into demons. Direct opposites of angels”.

“Killing them is very easy, depending on who and what type you’re dealing with. Holy water, salt and iron. Holy fire, hex bags and exorcism” Kenneth explains, “Are all all you need to deal with those bastards”.

“A Devil's trap” Nate tells him, “Is what you need to trap a demon. It imprisons, binds and overpowers them. Most demons are unable to cross a salt line, but it can be used to harm them”.

Felix is trying to process all this information, not even 10 minutes into “Monster Hunting 101” and he already feels confident on killing monsters.

"Okay I'm starting to feel confident in this!" he tells them, "Where do find these monsters?!?".

“You may feel confident now, but these evil sons of bitches? They’re the worst!” Adrian says, before taking another sip of his whiskey, and filling his glass up again, "They're everywhere! Any small town. Like Hope County for example". He takes another hit of the alcohol, drinking it like water.

“Hey, hey cowboy shit, easy on the whiskey” Paige tells him, "Drink water for once!". He gives her a mocking look before drinking again.

“Anyway! Werewolves are pretty simple to kill, silver bullets” Kate says loudly “Now ghosts are also very easy. They hate salt, and iron. If you want an evil ghost/spirit out of your house. You find the bones of the person, salt em and burn em”.

“Now if the person was cremated, you have to find something they love, something they held dearly to, and you destroy it” she adds.

“We’re just teaching you the basics on killing monsters because there’s a lot of information on this crap” Paige tells him.

“Okay so how did all of you get into this stuff??” Felix asks them, “How did you all discover these creatures??”.

All the hunters exchange looks, “It’s a very long story, but to summarize our story. Our family has been a part of this whole game for 5 generations” the eldest Winchester explains to him.

“My family’s been doing this for 3 generation” Cody explains to him, “I’ve been hunting monsters since I was 5 years old”.

“My family’s been loyal members of the Men of Letters” Martin tells him, “They do the same thing, track and hunt down monsters”.

“Well in your case it's British Men of Letters” Kate tells him.

“Pretty much all of us come from 3-5 generations of monster hunters” Mandy explains to him.

After getting to know everyone in the household, and now having the acknowledgement on hunting monsters. but Felix knows he’s gonna have to learn a lot from these people, and get used to the special weapons they use to kill these creatures. Learn how to speak, and read Latin and Enochian.

“Pretty much Halloween will be an everyday thing for you” Kenneth tells him, “Our lives are a horror movie”.

With that all said, Felix has one hell of a journey into this life ahead of him.

“Actually for great practice, we actually summoned a demon” Paige tells them, everyone looks over at her.

“You did what??” her husband asks her, “You summoned a demon?? When we have our toddler and infant kids in the house?!?”.

“Yeah but it’s fine. I have him trapped in the bunker. In the torture chamber” she tells them.

Kenneth was always strict when it came to summon monsters in the house for training, or for getting information.

They go down to the bunker, into the chamber where they keep monsters and interrogate them.

“Before I open the door Felix” Paige turns to him, “No, you can’t fuck it because its an evil entity”.

He gives her a bummed out expression, “Then what has all this training been about??”.

“Killing monsters” Kenneth answers. Patting his shoulder.

She opens the loud metal door, and they see a man tied to a chair, inside a devil’s trap.

He lifts his head, with a smug smile on his face. “Well hello there red” he says to Paige with a teasing and cocky tone in his voice.

“Shut up demon trash” she responds, throwing holy water in his face, making it burn.

He growls in pain and also in annoyance. “Stupid human!”.

“She said shut up!!” Kenneth orders him, throwing holy water in his face again.

Paige gets into the killing demons lesson. “Okay, so this thing on the floor is a devil’s trap. If the trap is broken, then this fucker right here will smite all of us”.

“I will boil your flesh!” the demon growls at her, his eyes going black.

“Anyway!” she says loudly, ignoring him and his threats, “There are many ways to torture demons. Like for example throwing holy water in their faces. It burns them, and they can’t cross a salt line”.

Kenneth goes to a table on the other side of the chamber, and brings over a variety of weapons, setting them down on a table next to his wife.

“Demons also hate iron. Like holy water it burns them” she continues.

Kenneth hands Felix a knife that can kill demons. A knife with a wooden handle, and a sharp blade. It looks like an ordinary hunting knife, but it can do great damage to demons.

The blade can’t kill all demons, it can’t kill Knights of Hell, and Princes of Hell. Like Abaddon, Alistair, Samhain and Lilith.

“Now what you’re holding is an Ancient Demon-Killing Knife of the Kurds” Kenneth tells Felix.

“Or, you can just call it a demon killing knife” Paige corrects him, taking less time on saying the name, "Or just simply a demon knife".

“Ohh I see. He’s the new trainee!” the demon mutters, “How cute!!”.

“Demons are cocky little bastards” Kate tells them, leaning against the chamber's doorway.

“Oh Katie how ya doing?!” he asks, eyes blackened “I heard about your little boy toy Johnny Seed getting possessed by Saleos”.

She scoffs, rolling her eyes “Yeah and what happened to Saleos afterwards?? He got casted out and sent back to Hell. He knew he fucked up when Lucifer punished his ass".

“So you all do this for a living??” Felix asks them, "Do you ever tell people about this sort of stuff??"

“Yep! And nope because people tend to freak out if they were to ever find out about this stuff” Paige answers, “And now we’re showing you how to kill evil sons of bitches”.

“So take the knife and stab douchebag” Ken tells him, “Stab him right in the chest, or stomach. Wherever you’d like”.

The demon starts to laugh, “He doesn’t have the guts to kill me!. He doesn’t-”. Getting cut off by Felix without hesitating, stabs the demon in his abdomen, doing a knife trick before stabbing him. Making the redish orange light come out of his eyes, mouth and the stab wound. They all look at him like proud parents.

“Well shit” Paige chuckles, with a smile on her face.

“I didn’t think you were gonna stab him” Ken tells him.

“I think he’s ready for a real hunt” Kate tells them.

#my writings #oc: paige winchester #oc: kate winchester #oc: kenneth smith #oc: mandy winchester #oc: adrian wray #oc: mark massie #oc: nate massie #oc: cody reynolds #oc: martin quinn #oc: felix miller #writers on tumblr

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oknerd3 · 5 years

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Princes and Balls- Logince

Warnings: Misgendering. Rivals to lovers.

It started, well it seemed to start the moment they were born, as that was the time they were told of the arrangement. In hushed whispers as they were rocked to sleep, they listened to their fathers and mothers explain to them that they would be married to another and join their kingdoms together in harmony and love and passion and things they did not comprehend yet. Perhaps, it was out of spite of being told such alien things that they resented the decision they were to marry before they even met. Well, that or the rude comments they sent to each other through letters until they met, on one of their fifteenth birthdays.

Roman dreaded the day to high hell like no other day. He even insisted to his father that he was incredibly ill to get out of the occasion, then his father told him he was to stay the night with his arranged partner for doing such a thing. Roman dropped attempting to run from his problems at that point and resolved to suck it up and continue. He went through the motions of getting dressed for such an event as to the one he was addressing, putting on his white royal attire with his red sash to represent his kingdom. Roman packed a bag since he was being punished by being forced to stay at the witch’s home, then got in the carriage and set upon his destination, the kingdom of Lovell, where his arranged partner ruled as a princess.

Roman arrived to the kingdom of Lovell with loud trumpets that made himself, and someone else he could barely see outside of the carriage, grip their heads and close their eyes from the incredibly loud and painful sound. He stumbled out the carriage while the barrage of loud loud trumpets continued to flutter with wings and cries of a falcon. He stepped to the front steps where two men and one woman stood, all smiling so brightly and fakely, except for one of the men, dressed in a suit of lapis and ebony, while the kingdom was of cornflower and paper, but the man was the youngest of the three, possibly the princess’s brother, if his luck would have it.

Perhaps they would run off together, using the magic of the kingdom the other prince was born in, they could escape all of their responsibilities and run far far from this horrible patch of land called the two kingdoms they were born to. They could leave and never return again, free to choose who to love and who to marry, not to have it chosen for them, but Roman was stuck here, having to marry this witch of a princess, who was not even batting on the same team, so he was cursed to simply gaze at this beautiful prince while being married to a witch who wrote him so many demonizing letters that Roman had snuck into the fire pit. He just wished this dashing prince in front of him would be the man to marry him, not the witch he was to marry.

“Dear, prince Roman.” The fellow prince spoke, bowing with a tight frown on his lips that ever suited his features, “I would like to meet your acquaintance as Lo Lovell, pr-”

The queen, as Roman now realized by her age and shimmering crown, cleared her throat in an attempt to stop her son, “Miranda Lovell, the princess,” she spoke like she was reminding a young child, making Roman’s stomach churn at the disrespect and with the realization of who this dashing prince was, his fiance. The man who called him the lowest of names and never hesitated to do so, was standing before him, still beautiful, but that beauty was far too tainted to give reason to fantasize.

Lo glared at the ground, continuing from where he was interrupted, “prince of the Lovell kingdom.” He stood up and folded his arms behind his back, “I hope for you to enjoy your stay tonight.” Then, he turned and walked all too gracefully up the stairs.

Roman scowled at the brief interaction, then sighed in relief at the fact he didn’t have to talk to such a vile man for so long. He smiled just as fake as the king and queen, introducing himself and making their acquaintance. He made certain to refer to Lo as his pronouns, which upset the king and queen slightly, but it was worth it to put doubt into their minds about if this was the right boy to marry theirs while also rebelling against his father through acts of respect.

Roman was rushed to a guest room, which was across from Lo’s.

Lo’s and Roman’s eyes met on the way to their rooms. Lo glared in that elegant but cold method that let Roman’s heart almost burn with disbelief.

In retort, Roman stuck his tongue out at Lo and made it clear he did not care for dancing around the subject of despisal.

Lo sighed, “go back home and play with the other knights.” He rolled his eyes, then went into his own room, slamming the door.

Roman was left, staring at the door, his tongue still out, trying to think of a reason to what just happened. At least he knew one thing: the hatred was very mutual.

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astral-space-dragon · 4 years

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HAHAHAAAA! After having this character on the back burner for a bout a month, I’m ready to share her with the world!

After chatting it up with @harlot-of-oblivion yesterday, I got the courage to flesh out this character and I’ve gotten really invested.

She’s a character from a crossover AU that I’ve been playing with for a while and I hope you like her as much as I do. A DC Universe and Devil May Cry corssover. I’m calling the series “Of Bats and Devils”.

Under the cut cuz is a really long fuckin post lol

Name: Viviane “Viv” Mercer-Wayne

Age: 25

Immediate Family:

Bruce Wayne (adoptive father)

Richard “Dick” Grayson (adoptive brother)

Jason Todd (adoptive brother)

Tim Drake (adoptive brother)

Damian Wayne (adoptive brother, Bruce’s bio-son)

Cassandra Cain (adoptive sister)

Alfred Pennyworth (considered a grandfather)

Misc. Family:

Duke Thomas (honorary brother)

Barbara Gordon (honorary sister)

Stephanie Brown (honorary sister)

Kate Kane (technically cousin, but everyone just calls her Aunt Kate)

Clark Kent, Hal Jordan, Diana Prince, Arthur Curry, Barry Allen, Dinah Lance, Oliver Queen, Carter Hall, J’onn J’onzz, and the rest of the supers (honorary aunts and uncles)

Friends:

[Friends through her siblings]

Rachel Roth (Raven)

Kyle Rayner

Kon-El

[Friends from school days]

Greg Mackaye

Rudy Forester

Kristy Ving

[Current friends]

Dante

Vergil

Nero

Lady

Trish

Nicoletta “Nico” Goldstein

Kyrie

Base of Operations:

Red Grave City

Physical Description:

Height: 5’3

Hair color: Brown, cut short, usually an undercut. Either way, kept very short for convenience.

Eye color: “Vale Green”

Personality: Punkish, blunt at times, serves sarcasm with a side of a middle finger, dark humor, underneath brutish exterior: a heart of gold, will fight for what’s right, even if it means breaking some rules, inquisitive, a bit of a sentimentalist, prefers to not stand out but will raise hell if necessary/wanted, bit of a history nerd

Skills and who trained her:

Skills for the field:

Top-notch detective skills (courtesy of the Bat)

High martial arts skills (the Bat and her brothers)

Misc. Athletic skills (i.e. climbing, running speed, etc) (trained by Bat, honed by Trish and Lady)

Computer skills (the Bat and her brother, Tim)

Marksman skills (trained by her brother Jason, skills were honed by Dante)

Swords/Blade skills (Dante and Vergil)

Survival skills (again, the Bat)

Misc Skills:

Cooking/baking (Alfred)

Bass guitar (self-taught)

Intimidation (the Bat)

Some hair cutting skill (the Bat and her brothers)

Battle Theme (y’know as devil hunters have): “Demon’s Are A Girl’s Best Friend” - Powerwolf

Backstory: Viviane “Viv” Mercer was born on a rainy November 5th to two parents who were into the punk and occult scene in Gotham in their youth. For the few years of her life, she lived in a small apartment in the Old Gotham district. Her father, Tristan worked as an employee at the Botanical Gardens (courtesy of his old friend Bruce) and her mother, Mina worked as a manager at an “occult shop” that specialized in selling occult books, crystals, oils, and other products for the then emerging “witch scene” in Gotham.

Growing up in Old Gotham, there was the constant threat of Two-Face and his men as the district was, and still is, his territory. Still, the small family made the best of a tense life. Then one night, during a standoff between Batman and Two-Face, Two-Face had two hostages held at gunpoint, Tristan and Mira. With a flip of his coin, Two-Face ordered his men to execute them. In that moment, Batman watched his old friends die.

After taking care of Two-Face and his men, Batman watched as a coroner placed Tristan and Mina’s corpses in body bags. He overheard Commissioner Gordon talk about placing the now orphaned, Viviane into a home. Wrought with the guilt of not saving the two, Batman took it upon himself to take the young girl in. After filling out some paperwork (and a couple of friendly donations), 6 year old Viviane was adopted by the billionaire.

From then on, she lived in Wayne Manor with Bruce Wayne, her new big brother Dick Grayson, and Alfred Pennyworth. It wasn’t long after when she found the Batcave by complete accident. She had no desire to be a vigilante but she DID have the desire to as the small child said, “Kick some ass!”, causing poor Alfred to nearly faint.

So throughout her childhood, she learned how to defend herself and was taught a variety of detective skills from Bruce. She was also eager to learn what she lovingly dubbed his “Batglare”. Despite the training, she still carried on her life as normal. She’d attended galas (though she and Dick would run off to hide and eat pastries), went to school,made a couple of friends at school, made friends through her brother, and met her honorary aunts and uncles of the JLA. Along the way, she got more siblings: Jason Todd, Cassandra Cain, Tim Drake, and Damian Wayne.

During her senior year of high school, she was waiting for a cab to take her home when she heard a noise from the alley behind her. Growing up in Gotham made her hyper-aware of danger, so upon hearing the noise she immediately went into a defensive position. A goat-looking demon charged out and got a taste of an aluminum baseball bat. Two more demons came skulking from the alley. Thanks to her training, she managed to hold her own before the fight started to wear her down. A demon was about to blindsight her when gunshots rang out and all the demons were shot down and killed. Viviane looked around until her eyes landed on a man with white hair in a red coat(his DMC4 outfit) on top of a fire escape. That’s when she met Devil Hunter Dante. She didn’t know at the time, but he would be her boss years later.

Dante took her home and before leaving, he gave her his business card. On the card was the name: Devil May Cry. He told her to consider it a job offer and he disappeared into the night. She pocketed the card and went inside.

Years later when she had turned 24, she got into a nasty spat with Bruce. While this wasn’t the first one, this particular argument was a very nasty one. Harsh words were said by both and this fight was the straw that broke the camel’s back. While the family was out for patrol, Viviane was packing her belongings. She had gotten sick of Gotham and “Bruce’s shit”. For a quick moment she wasn’t sure where she would go. Then while clearing her desk, she spotted the business card, Dante gave her all those years ago.

Red Grave City. She had made her decision. After packing a suitcase of clothes, toiletries, and such, she removed the tracker from her phone, got on her bike and rode at top speed for Red Grave. When she arrived at Red Grave, it was 3am the next day. She decided to book a quick and cheap hotel room for the night. Upon arriving at the hotel, she spotted demons in the parking lot; this time, they were nasty bug-looking ones. Just like last time, she held her own for a good while until a flash of blue and red swooped in and they took down the demons together.

Viviane eyed her two rescuers and immediately recognized the one in red, Dante. And that was the start of her new job and life.

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I know the backstory may be somewhat vague, but I’m already working on fics for just about everything. From the early life, the death of her parents, adjusting to life as a Wayne, meeting her siblings throughout her life, meeting Dante, the fight that between Viv and Bruce, all of it.

I will be posting them here but, I will also be posting them under the series “Of Bats and Devils” since Tumblr’s navigation is fuckin abysmal.

Anyways here a pretty good idea of what my little shitlord looks like:

(Y’know with that last one, if you put a knife in the pic like that one meme, it’s be perfect)

Also here’s a pretty good idea of what her character

Anyways, I hope you grow to like Viviane as much as I do. I’ve grown so attached to her, honest to god, I’m happy.

#shut up chrome #my oc #of bats and devils

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siixwith2eyes · 4 years

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Hail to the King Chapter II

After my uncle told me about my father I felt burning pain consume me. I groaned and stumbled into an alleyway where I hunched over. I coughed up blood as I felt my back begin to strain.

“U-uncle, what is happening to me?” I asked, my voice growing progressively deeper, much like a growl.

“Your lineage is making itself known, my prince.”

I let out a growling groan in response. Suddenly, my back tore open at the shoulder blades as I felt an extra weight on my back. I felt the pressure on my skull lessen as I felt three new attachments stretch out of my head.

I looked down at my hands to see my nails fall off and black, razor-sharp claws replace them. I felt another burning pain all over as black, shining scales started to grow in place of my skin.

I raised my head to the sky and let out a deafening roar. I looked to my back to see massive black bat wings. The scales covered my body and I felt my face. They were there too. I ran my hand over my mouth and felt two new attachments. My bottom and top canines had grown and now stuck out of my mouth. I felt my head and felt three horns poking through.

“What the hell did you do to me?” I demanded, slightly shocked at my new voice.

“Nothing that wasn’t destined to happen, nephew.” My uncle replied.

“How do I change back, Astaroth?”

“Just think of your mortal form.”

I closed my eyes and thought back to how I looked before my transformation. I felt everything shrink back inside me as I shrunk in size. I hadn’t even noticed that I had gone from 5’10 to nearly 7’0.

I groaned and took a seat, leaning against the wall. Somehow, my clothes remained intact, not that I was complaining.

I reached for my bag and pulled out a water bottle before chugging it. I looked around and noticed a shard of glass on the floor. I grabbed it and examined my reflection. I had changed back to my usual tan skin and raven black hair. I did notice some lasting changed though. My usual hazel eyes were now entirely black except for the red iris and my canines were more pronounced than before.

“I gotta say,” I said to my uncle. “I kinda dig the new look.”

I heard a rumbling chuckle in my head. “You’re definitely your father's son, Ezekiel.”

I chuckled before standing and emerging from the alleyway. I got a few odd looks but I shrugged them off and continued towards my destination.

“Where exactly am I going?” I asked. I knew I was heading towards Arizona but I didn’t know where in Arizona.

“We are headed to the Mojave.” My uncle replied. “Preferably the center where it’s hottest.”

“Then shouldn’t I have headed towards Pahrump?” I asked him.

“...dammit.”

I chuckled when I heard him grumble. “What should I do?”

“Head into another alley and summon your wings.” He told me. “You’re going to fly, it’s much faster and you need the practice.”

“Aye aye, Captain”

I walked into a new alley before making sure it was deserted. I thought about my wings and felt the pain in my shoulder blades as the shot out.

“How do I use them?”

“Think of them flapping.” He told me. “They’re basically another pair of arms.”

I nodded and thought about them flapping as I slowly rose into the air. I single beat of my wings shot me into the sky faster than I thought possible.

“Holy shit!” I yelled as I hovered in place. I looked over the land and redirected myself towards the desert.

I angled myself and my wings flapped, shooting my forward. I could feel the strength with each beat as they sliced through the warm air.

I was making good progress towards my destination when I felt something slam into my side. As I flew towards the ground I encased myself in my scales in an attempt to protect myself.

I hit the hot sand hard and dug a trench in the earth. I sat up and rubbed my head.

“Use the flames to heal yourself, young prince.” My uncle told me. I nodded and engulfed myself in the black fire. I felt rejuvenated as I summoned the rest of my new form.

I heard the sound of wings beating as I whipped around and grabbed the arm of whatever was about to attack me.

I threw them to the ground and I was surprised to see a person. She had blinding white wings, white hair, fair skin, and light blue eyes. She was also holding a sword that seemed to be covered in white flames.

“Who are you?” I asked her.

“That’s none of your business, Hell Spawn!”

I growled at the jab and instinctively reached a hand out. The ground erupted and a red sword covered in black flames shot into my hand. On the blade, there was an inscription in Latin. Angeli Mortem or Angels Death.

I could see my adversary’s eyes widen and she looked a little less confident. “What’s the matter, oh holy one? Scared?”

She clenched her jaw before summoning blinding white and gold armor that hugged her figure. She flapped her white wings and flew towards me.

She raised her sword to bring it down on my head. I raised my sword and blocked before punching her in the stomach. She groaned and I brought a knee into her face.

She stumbled back and wiped the black blood that was leaking from her nose. She snarled at me before flying forward again.

This time, I met her in her charge. We slammed into each other as our blades crossed. We pushed against each other before she rested her head back and slammed it into mine.

I stumbled back at the force of the head butt and dropped my sword. I fell on my ass and felt a point under my chin.

“Stand down, Hell Spawn.”

I tried to stand, only to feel the blade slide closer to my throat. I raised my arms only to blast fire from them and making her stumble backward.

I shot to my feet and rammed a fist into her face. As I pulled my arm back I felt it get pulled and I was thrown into a cactus.

“Dammit, Aaron.” I heard the girl speak. “I had him.”

“Sure you did, Abbey.” I heard the new voice speak. “I don’t want my beautiful wife to get beat up before our wedding day.”

I stood from the ground to face my new opponent. They continued to argue as I looked at them in confusion. Aaron looked like a male version of Abbey. It was obvious that they weren’t siblings, they were talking about marriage for Leviathan's sake!

Abbey snapped at Aaron and he raised his hand, making her flinch. While she had just attacked me, he had just done something unforgivable. He started to bring his hand down as I flapped my wings and slammed into his back.

Abbey looked stunned that I had protected her and Aaron looked pissed. “What the Hell do you think you’re doing, Satan Scum!” He roared. “You’ll pay for attacking an angel of the Lord!”

I only laughed harshly. “You call yourself an angel of the Lord?” I asked. “Attacking and innocent is very holy of you.”

He growled before unsheathing his sword and running at me. I grinned before summoning my sword to my hand and meeting his charge.

He swung wildly at me and I kept batting his attacks away. The more attacks I deflected, the angrier he got. The angrier he got, the wilder his swings were.

Eventually, he overextended an attack and I used the opportunity to bring my sword down on his exposed arm. He creamed as Angeli Mortem sliced through his arm like a hot knife through butter.

The black flames cauterized the wound and started to crawl up his arm. He looked at me in fear as he started to back away. I reached out my hand and stopped the flames from spreading any further.

“I’m letting you off with a message, Angelus,” I told him. “She is under my protection, any and all who wish to oppose that will go through me.”

He nodded before stretching his wings and flying towards the sky as fast as possible. I turned towards the shell shocked angel that was looking at me with tears in her eyes.

“Are you ok?” I asked her while kneeling down to her level.

“Y-yeah, thank you.”

“Don’t worry about it,” I said while standing and willing away my demon form. “Do you need help healing?”

“N-no, I can get it.” She said while concentrating. I could see her strain as a bead of sweat ran down her brow.

Suddenly, she burst into tears, and the armor that was covering slowly disappeared. She slowly lost her white glow and I noticed that her shoulders sagged.

“Abbey? What happened?” I asked her, concerned.

She looked up at me, tears streaming down her cheeks. “H-he took my powers.” She said in between sobs. “I’m not an angel anymore.”

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stroni-bomb · 5 years

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Son of Satan, Prince of Hell

Warnings: mentions of blood, death and a lot of angst

Being the Prince of Hell and Son of Satan meant Yuta had to be untrue to himself since the day he was born. He watched others fall around him, wanting to save them, forced to stand by and laugh. When he realised what he was bound to inherit he couldn't take the pain any longer- leaving his home and Father behind for good.

Demon!Yuta - Backstory ~Stroni~

26th October 1995 - The Prince is Born

Fallen angels blew their trumpets. Hell hounds howled and other demons cheered. Slaves, although unwillingly, celebrated their future leader. Yuta, the Son of Satan.

His mother, bless her soul, was instantly killed as soon as she gave birth. Her crying child ripped from her arms, a spear instantly stabbing into her skull. She was successful, test subject number 203, in finally bearing the Son of Satan, the Prince of Hell.

Others before hadn't been so lucky, the baby too strong and killing her and themselves in the process. A few had managed to survive to this stage, only to give birth to a beautiful baby girl. Pathetic is all their father would say as he personally took the baby from the subject and thrown her into a fire pit. The subject was killed soon after.

Yuta wasn't aware what his life had become, what exactly was expected from him or the pressure he'd receive. At this point he didn't care, he was just a little baby demon blissfully unaware of the monster which was his father.

26th October 2000 - The Prince's 5th birthday

Yuta laid patiently in bed not having gotten any sleep since the excitement brewing in his stomach was far too much. He was still innocent at this point... far too innocent.

He was waiting for his maids to come in, the ones who usually took care of him. On past birthdays they'd come with bags full of presents, the concept of presents were fairly new to Hell, a slave from the living world gave them the idea. Yuta had no idea that he was a slave, nor that every morning he gets tortured just like the other millions of slaves that live here.

No one came. It was approaching midday but Yuta wouldn't know that, he was definitely aware that they were arriving much later than usual though. Cautiously, he jumped out of bed and tip toed to the door, ever so quietly opening it just a crack. He couldn't see anyone but he heard a booming voice down the hall.

He was only five....you couldn't blame him for wanting to explore.

Quietly following the voice of what he thought was the King (he had no idea if was his father) he noticed there were smaller voices too, voices that he knew belonged to his carers. Running now he found the room they were in and took a peek inside, the poor boy had no idea what he was going to end up finding.

"I told you to stop with such childish things," the King boomed, slapping the eldest carer across the face with such an impact that a bruise was already forming.

"We're sorry your highness but the look on his face when he gets these gifts is too precious," the woman dropped to her knees and bowed her head to show her sincerity.

"Sir if you saw his face you'd-" the King grabbed the younger carer, secretly Yuta's favourite, by the throat and squeezed. He didn't let go, not until her body laid limp, no sign of life left in her. The King let go and her body fell, where his hand was previously gripped were now just blisters and burns.

"Anyone else want to tell me what to do with my own son?" He roared at the women who were crouched by the youngest's limp body.

"N-no sir."

Terrified of being caught, Yuta sobbed silently as he ran back to his room, the sight of his favourite carer being murdered in mere seconds staining his pure memories. A little piece of his heart turned black and a thin protective shell started to form around the young boy.

1st January 2011 - Initiating Ceremony

At 15 he was deemed a full fledged demon, something humans would call an adult. His heart had become completely blackened and his thoughts were tainted. Witnessing death after death, his loved ones and friends being ripped from him one by one, all of it was a sick joke from his Father to toughen him into a strong leader. Yuta was unaware of this though too, unaware how every time his best friend would suddenly cough up blood and die in his arms was actually his father's doing, blissfully unaware that his mother was killed on his Father's orders.

Today he was called to his Father's quarters, he wasn't told why but only to come in his best attire and be prepared. Again, no one told him what to be prepared for, only to expect the unexpected.

His had never seen his father without his demon form, such a form that only the King, known as Satan, was able to change into. It was probably a pride thing, Yuta concluded, something that made his father think he was intimidating to others. His son just saw him as a coward.

Politely he bowed,"You called, father?"

Satan smiled broadly, lifting himself out of his throne and casually walking down the steps towards his son.

"Yes my dear boy," he stopped a few metres in front of Yuta, an almost menacing smile etched on his features. The very look of him made Yuta uncomfortable. "Today is the day you officially become Prince my son. Do you know the requirements for such a title?"

Yuta nodded his head with a hesitant gulp. Dzina, a bloodhound and Yuta's only best friend, told him what he must do in order to please his father. He would have to kill one of the slaves, something Yuta sworn that he'd never do.

A click of a door behind his father caught his attention, the unsuspecting slave came in and placed the King's meal on a table. His father gave him a pointed look, a cue for Yuta to commit the murder. He could have easily said no, but if he had then he'd be a "failed experiment", his blood would stain palace walls and anyone he knew would have the same fate. Plus... He really wanted his demon powers.

He lunged at the slave, taking her throat so easily in his hands, his grip instantly tight. He tried to look cocky, to have a smirk written on his lips and forced a laugh out of his throat, his eyes though were pained with sorrow as he kept squeezing the young girls neck.

He was only fifteen.

18th May 2013 - Escape while you can my Prince

"Yuta you should go," Dzina continued to plead, her eyes tearing up. She had found a way out of this hell, literally, and was trying to convince Yuta to be the one that leaves.

“I’m the Prince Dzina,” he shook his head at his best friend, “father would kill us both if he found out.”

She pouted using her abilities as a Hellhound to do her best puppy dog eyes, “Yuta I don’t want to be around and watch my best friend turn into the same monster as his father I-”

“Enough Dzina!” He screamed, his eyes going a dark shade of purple, fists clenched by his side. “I’m not going! I need to protect Hell and everyone in it, if I run away that won’t solve anything.”

She slumped in defeat, beady red eyes glaring into his purple ones, “at this rate it’ll be you they need protecting from Prince, Son of Satan.” She bowed, something she would never usually do, and shifted into her Hound form leaving Yuta alone dumbfounded.

It was his turn to feel defeated. Should he had gone?

3rd July 2013 - Where do I go?

It was the last straw. Yuta couldn’t do this anymore.

As he let go of the limp body of a young slave a lone tear rolled down his cold cheek. He crouched down to examine the body in front of him. He looked no older than twenty, who knows what he did in his past life to end up in Hell but Yuta was sure it wasn’t enough to earn complete death- to never have the chance to reform, to never live any kind of life again. The Prince was sick of being able to make these decisions, being able to kill whoever he wanted to just because he felt like it, this wasn’t who he was deep down. This is who his Father wanted him to be.

Not anymore.

“Yuta...” The Prince quickly stood up, wiping the tears from his cheek before turning to see his former best friend standing there.

“I want to go Dzina,” he whispered. “Take me away. Far away.”

Dzina gave the troubled prince a heartfelt smile, “I’ll sort it out straight away Yuta.”

He tried to smile, he really did, instead it turned out to be a faint quiver of his lips. “But where do I go?”

Dzina gently shook her head, “there’ll be someone on the other side waiting for you my Prince, my Yuta.”

6th July 2013 - D Day

If someone had told Yuta beforehand that angels really did exist then he would have refused to escaping in the first place. Every story he was told as a child seemed to be a lie, Hell wasn’t for the good and not every angel had become a fallen one. All his suspicions of his life being built on one big lie were confirmed to be true as an angel who looked no older than him stood in front of him at the gates to his kingdom.

“Yuta this is Taeyong, he has a kingdom on the Land Of The Living. You’ll be safe there, we struck a deal with heaven that only you will be permitted to leave Hell and accompany Taeyong,” Dzina informed the very lost demon, he still hadn’t picked up his jaw as he gawked at the angel, his natural sworn enemy.

“I won’t have to kill anyone on Earth right...” was all that he managed to say and Taeyong simply shook his head and held out his hand.

“Come,” he said softly as he gestured for Yuta to take his hand. “It won’t take long for your father to realise I’m here.”

It was Yuta who shook his head now. “If I touch you for more than five seconds you’ll die.”

“Angels are immune to a demon’s touch. Please hurry all of us will be killed if we’re caught,” Taeyong sounded desperate so Yuta just shrugged and complied, not completely assured that the angel would be okay.

“Dzina...thank you. Be okay, please? For me,” the bloodhound simply nodded, she didn’t want to break in front of her best friend, crying would only make him stay.

“Bye Dzina I lov-” the demon’s words were cut off. A bright flash of light left him disorientated and the familiar heat of his homeland was replaced with a cool breeze which caused the hair on his skin to raise.

Once his vision was cleared he was met with a big building, one much like his father’s, which was surrounded with blankets of greenery. Looking up he saw blue and white, colours which were much different to the red and purple he was so used to seeing. There was no fire in sight. No screams to be heard. No smoke to be smelt. It was beautiful, it was safe to say Yuta was purely in awe.

“This is N City. There’s only me, you and a Siren called Taeil here right now. I can show you your room if you’d like?” Taeyong pointed to the door of the home but Yuta stayed immersed in the nature surrounding him.

“I- I’d like to take a walk,” he didn’t wait for a reply but instead went forward towards the forest which bordered the homes and plains of grass. His thoughts were dazed and unclear but the pain in his heart could be easily identified. He was hurt, by his past but also the decision to leave Dzina behind. Maybe this would become his biggest regret but he just hopes that she’s okay.

He does love her after all.

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illkickyourbass · 5 years

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I really, really don’t like Ranmaru’s original Shining Quest outfit (it’s too anachronistic, and the trilby/necktie/untucked button-down made the whole thing feel like an ill-fitting Spirit of Halloween costume). But I do really like Ranmaru, and the challenge of keeping the original idea as much intact but making it mesh better with high fantasy sounded fun! (I mean, there are elements I like about the original design...the color palette is great, and I like the general idea of using glitzy Vegas trappings to integrate Ranmaru’s image color, etc...)

Here’s a big big bonus: an accompanying fic under the cut! (SFW, reader-ran meet cute, non-gendered protag, not explicitly romantic, mild cw for violence and arranged marriages!)

You traveled down the alley, uncomfortable in your disguise and your predicament. You never liked plans that made anyone a sitting duck, and you didn’t like wearing a stupid outfit that absolutely yelled you were ripe for the mugging.

It’s only a matter of time before the small-time bandits start to trail, and then even less until one tries to mug you. He’s an idiot, average in size and easy to overpower, and he panics and begs as you pin him against the wall.

“I need you to bring me to someone.”

The other bandits scatter, inevitably relaying the message.

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He’s a weird someone. A swindler who’s not big on honeyed words or grand schemes. He’s notoriously rude and straightforward, relying on sheer guts and intuition (and punching) to move mountains of money and curate the back alleys the way he’d like. Your own gut tells you he’s the man you need, but finding him by yourself went nowhere. You needed someone who knew the pulse of the underground better than you -- which really meant you needed any dumb fuck who could read the thieves’ cant left all over town and you could throw around a little.

“Here!” Your bandit reads the chalked marks on streetcorners, eventually leading you to an unmarked back alley. Two cats sit on a crate, and you see a figure dressed in white, black, and red, leaning against a wall in the dull light of a lamppost.

“Beat it,” you murmur, and push the bandit away. He takes the memo quickly and splits.

The man is still far off from you, but you can still make out his mismatched eyes as he speaks loudly, clearly, and harshly.

“What the fuck does a royal guard want from me?”

Secretly, you’re relieved you don’t have to keep up disguises anymore. “It’s not that weird for me to approach the son of a noble,” you say, barely hiding the anticipation bubbling in your chest.

“Tch.” He glowers at you from under his hat, and he shows his hand, three small dice between each finger. You already know this is him baring his teeth. You’re not sure if he knows you know the kind of ruin he can make with those dice, but he’s not backing down. “Answer my question.”

Your feet move before you can think, and so do your hands. You’re dashing at him, drawing your blade, startling the cats as they noisily leap off the crate. For a split second, you notice he’s distracted -- he even seems to bark after them, but you’re too much of a threat for him to give chase. He steps away from your charge and throws his dice, landing with a clatter before they erupt into flame. You leave yourself open as you escape the heat, and he barrels into you. Gods, he really is strong.

Soon you’re pinned to the ground, but you’ve drawn a knife to his neck, glinting orange as the fire dies down. You lock eyes with him, thoughts wheeling faster than you can process and adrenaline firing even faster than that. He is frowning and looking just as intense and wild as you feel. This is him, you think. I’ve finally found him. Ranmaru, the son of a disgraced Kurosaki nobles, who disappeared from the court to pay family debts and spare them the same fate. And instead of being swallowed whole, he rose up. Not just as the new prince of the underworld, but as the sort of man who’ll swindle only the ruthless of their money and bully those who line their pockets by haranguing the helpless.

It takes some time for you to notice you can feel his pulse, traveling from his neck, through your blade, and softly beating in your hand.

“I need your help,” you blurt out.

Ranmaru makes a confused an exasperated sound.

“The princess has disappeared and that’s not an accident and --”

“Slow down!” he growls. “I already knew that, jackass, that’s old news--”

“NO! Shut up, listen to me! I made her disappear! Nobody announced it but she was gonna get married off to some demon king to serve some creepy old prophecy and I thought that was a stupid solution so I stashed her with her girlfriend --”

“Do you ever stop to breathe!?”

You clap your free hand over his mouth. “-- but now the rest of the guard is onto me and now I need to disappear but still keep an eye on the princess but also still be able to keep up enough with everything so I can figure out some kind of way to fix all this!”

Ranmaru, frowning even harder than before, tears your hand off his mouth. “Are you done?” You nod. “Can you take your damn knife off my neck now?” You oblige. Almost reluctantly, between not wanting to lose the advantage and that odd, intimate grasp on how fragile his heartbeat is. But Ranmaru releases you from the pin, grabs his now-extinguished dice, and offers you a hand up. You hesitate to take it, and he looks annoyed for a moment.

“Listen, you’ve got an honest look to you. You’d be a shitty mark and I don’t want to pull any horseshit on you. C’mon, stop wasting our time.”

So you do. His grip is firm, strong, and warm, even through his runed gloves. Worryingly, he also doesn’t let go and grips aggressively hard.

“If you wanted my help in the first place, why the hell did you come at me like that?”

“.....I panicked,” you answer honestly.

Ranmaru snorts. “Some royal guard you are.”

“Hey, dingbat, what do you expect?!” you reply indignantly, now squeezing back just as aggressively. “I’m on the lam, I’m dressed so I look like sharkbait to any nutsack who wants a quick buck, I’m a couple of goof-ups away from being charged with treason, and I was staring down someone I’ve admired for a super long time now --”

“Admired?” Of all the things to catch him off-guard, you don’t expect it to be that. (You also didn’t expect to say that to begin with -- but with desperate times come desperate confessions, you suppose.) Ranmaru breaks eye contact and grits his teeth, hiding his awkwardness by intently stuffing his dice into a bag on his belt.

“...yeah.” You decide it isn’t worth walking it back. “...I’ve admired how you rose from ash and protected people along the way. That’s the biggest reason I sought you out instead of anyone else.”

He clearly has no idea with what to do with that. You can feel the wheels turning in his head as he tries and process such an idea.

“Mm. Ah, well. I’m hungry,” he says, looking away and straightening his hat that wasn’t in any sort of disarray. He starts to walk to a nondescript door along the alley before turning to look back at you, once more scowling. “....Are you coming or what?” he says, sounding irritated. You just give him a quizzical look. “Well, we clearly have a lot to discuss, and it’d be stupid to do it hungry,” he returns. He knocks in a specific cadence before throwing open the door, the warm smell of spiced spirits and roasting meat blasting out like the heat from an oven.

And hope swells in your chest, intoxicated by this future unfolding for you besides the gambler prince.

(P.S. VERY IMPORTANT NOTE: THE PRINCESS AND HER GF ARE HARU AND TOMO)

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Dark Caress.

It all started when I was ten years old. The night of my tenth birthday, to be exact.

I remember going to bed with a smile on my lips, my new puppy cuddling at my side, happy after a day of wonders and fulfilled dreams.

“Good night, princess.” My father kissed my hair; eyes full of adoration.

“Good night, daddy.” I giggled. “Kiss Lady too?”

My father laughed, bending again to press his lips over my puppy´s furry head. “Good night, Lady.”

I hummed happily, closing my eyes without the smile leaving my lips.

An instant afterwards, I opened them again.

What greeted me was a familiar face: My mother´s face. She has been softly shaking me so I would wake up, the solemnity on her face made me feel like I had a bunch of butterflies revolting inside my stomach. She didn´t need to tell me anything, for I knew it already: Today was my tenth birthday.

“Sojiro.” My mother´s purple eyes are incredible sad, which I can´t understand…

“Mom, is something wrong?” I asked innocently, tilting slightly my head so my cheek can rest inside the palm of her hand.

“Nothing is wrong, son.” My father intercedes, a big smile on his lips. “Are you ready for today?”

I nod enthusiastically. This is the first step to become a true Fumma. The first step to truly belong to our Clan. To finally have a place inside our family.

“Aki, let him up.” My father orders, voice soft but his eyes were sharp and cold. My mother closes her eyes for a moment, she nods, and pulls me so I can stand. She gently push me towards my father.

“Be careful, snowflake.” She told me, showing me the last smile I would see directed at me.

“I will make you proud,” I promised, chest heavy with determination.

“Sojiro.” My father calls, reclaiming my attention. “Come on. We need to go now if we wish to arrive to the Sacred Temple before the night falls.”

I know he´s right, so I quickly go towards him, taking his hand and smiling up at him. He chuckles and brushes my black hair. “I will return soon, Aki. Take care of Ichiru.” My father told my mother, before guiding me towards the exit of the cave I had been living during the last week.

Ichiru was my little brother. He was sick; having fallen prisoner of a cold. That´s why our parents had separated us.

I wish to say that I was worried about him, but I wasn´t. Not really. I knew he would get better, I could felt it inside my bones. I was sure he would be alright when I came back, ready to receive me with a happy smile and a childish emotion for my achievements.

My father was an easy-going man. He made the long-day journey a pleasant endeavour and it almost felt like a reward instead of the preamble of what would be the most difficult experience of my short life.

But I was too young to realize that in that moment.

We arrived to the Sacred Temple before the sunset.

“This is it, my little prince.” My father took me by the shoulders, having kneeling in front of me so we could see right into each other eyes. “I know you are aware that what you need to do. But repeat the steps one more time for me, ok, son?”

I huffed (I had been preparing myself for this during the last three months, of course I knew what was I supposed to do.) but ended up accepting with easy for I knew that he was just showing his concern about my safety.

“The moment the night falls I will start walking towards Yebisu Three. There I have to climb to the top, so I can take the bag that is hidden inside the three trunk. Then, I must find a secure place to spend the rest of the night. If it´s good enough, I will keep it for the rest of the winter. But if it´s not, I must look for a better refuge…And when winter is over, I can go back home.”

My father smiles at me. “Exactly.” He press a kiss over my forehead. “We will be waiting for you when the spring comes. I have no doubt you will make our Master proud.”

I remembered that I puffed my chest out, so happy to hear my father´s words. Because that´s what I wanted the most: To be a source of pride to my parents. To my Clan. To our God.

My father´s back loss in the distance as the sun fell, painting the sky in shades of red and orange, marking the start of the first test.

I left a shaking sigh and turned, glancing towards the dense forest in front of me. The place was known for the impossibility of crossing it alone, less alone to survive in it for long periods of time. It was a place of demons and shadows.

But I was a Fumma.

I, myself, was a creature of the Darkness.

This forest was my Clan´s property. Our home. My birthplace.

My legs were shaking when I started walking. I was tired. I was hungry. I was thirsty. And soon enough, feeling the coldness of the night gripping my heart and soul. Thus, because my clothes were not thought for the winter.

I could not stop to start a fire, though. I must keep walking until I reach the Yebisu Three. Otherwise, I would not survive ´till spring.

It was the longest hours of my life. Climbing the three should not be a difficult task, there were marking on the three that I could use, but whit my shaking limbs and frozen fingers it was a titanic test not to fall towards my death.

It was well into the morning when I allowed myself to close my eyes and try to sleep, curling myself towards the humid trunk of a three, and a kunai firmly hold inside my hand.

And again, a moment after, I opened my eyes.

I was back in my room, my pink and soft looking room, whit my puppy licking my nose and doing her best to get my attention.

I was back to being Katherine Moore, only daughter of a rich family in New Orleans. But just a moment ago, I had been Fumma Sojiro, older son and big brother.

That was the beginning of it. My new reality.

As for that night, it would happen every time I went to sleep. I would change from being a person to another, from Katherine to Sojiro and backwards.

Chapter 1

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thetravelerwrites · 6 years

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The Bargain: Prologue

Rating: Teen Relationships: Female Human x Male Demon/Elf Additional Tags: Arranged Marriage, Marriage, Demons, Elves, Princes, Princesses, Monster Boyfriend, Monster Husband Content Warnings: Blood Mention, Pregnancy, Babies Words: 5193

Based on "The Princes" series of shorts written by tumblr user @your-monster-romance, with her permission.

Read the Original Shorts Here: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4 The Following Chapters: Pallidus, Viribus, Genus, Gale (NSFW), Fawn (NSFW), Tyria (NSFW), Epilogue

Of the mistakes King Rodai had made during his reign, getting involved in another country’s war had proven to be the worst.

He had done it with noble intentions; he sought only to aid the neighboring king, who had been his close friend since childhood. He thought that his assistance would be limited to offering shelter to the refugees and sending weapons and food to the soldiers, but in time, more was asked of him. More food, more weapons. Soon it was money and resources. And then soldiers. By the end of the first year of his involvement, he had sent half of his wealth and most of his army, none of which had returned.

Five years on, and he had gone from a man rich in sons, power, and the love of his people, to a broken, despised widower king with only a small boy, Coll, to inherit a country crumbling beneath his feet. Rodai’s wife, after having lost four of her five sons to war, died herself of grief, and it was this loss that had finally pushed Rodai to act.

His childhood friend, the king he had sought to help, had been deposed and sent into exile mere weeks ago, and the conqueror who now sat in his throne had his sights set on Rodai’s kingdom, Suida. And it would fall. Gods knew, it would fall.

The only hope Rodai now had was to make a deal with the devil.

The vast Empire of Cavernae was said to be a fairy tale, something fit only as a campfire legend or bedtime story. No one really believed it even existed. It wasn’t even mentioned in history books anymore. Perhaps that was best.

But Rodai’s father, the previous king, had been a superstitious man of the Old Ways and taught his son in secret how to find this elusive kingdom. It would be difficult, he had said, since the entrance moved rather frequently to prevent unwanted visitors. Even then, finding it would cost you something. Blood, a year of your life, an eye, maybe.

It was worth it, Rodai believed. For his people, for his last living son, Rodai swore he would pay any price. An oath he would come to regret.

He had left his castle alone one night, slipping past his guards disguised as a horseman, and made his way into the forest at the foot of the Great Mountain with nothing but the clothes on his back and a bag with a few essentials. He did not bring jewels or money, since he no longer had either in his coffers. He could only hope that he might still possess something worth bartering, even if it was his own life.

After two days of sleepless searching, he found himself in a clearing. The winter woods around them were dark and cold and full of dead, lifeless trees, but this circle of meadow was lush and green under his boots, as though spring existed here in perpetuity.

This must be it, Rodai thought. It has to be.

Taking a knife from his bag, he put the point of it to his wrist and dug in, not deep enough to kill him but enough that a steady trickle of blood fell to the meadow floor, painting the green grass red at his feet.

“Hear me,” He said, hissing at the pain. “I seek an audience with the Demon King of Cavernae. I offer my blood, and whatever else he might wish, as a show of good faith. Open the way and let me pass.”

Vines snaked between his legs and around, creating a doorway behind him. He could still see the forest and meadow beyond it, but it wavered as though looking through imperfect glass. After wrapping his wrist with a spare sock from his bag, he stepped toward the gateway. Reaching out a cautious hand, he saw that his fingers disappeared as they crossed the threshold. Taking a long, slow breath, he stepped forward and into the barrier.

He did naught but close his eyes, but in the span it took him to blink, he had left the clearing and was standing at one end of a grand hallway.

Before him, walking toward him quickly, came two… men? No, these creatures he saw couldn’t possibly have been mortal men. They were demons, rightly enough. One had dark red skin like brick, the other bright red, like holly berries, both standing head and shoulders above him. They must have been guards; it was their stance that gave it away. They walked up to him and stopped, their eyes bore down at him quizzically.

“State your business,” One of the guards said, his voice was like two stones being rubbed together.

“I…” Rodai began. “I am King Rodai of Suida. I seek to parlay with your king. I apologize that I arrived unannounced, but the matter is urgent.”

“He has been expecting you,” The other replied, his voice much the same as his companion. “You’ve come very late. He is otherwise occupied at the moment. You must wait.”

“I will,” Rodai said. “I will wait as long as it takes.”

“Very well,” They turned and began to walk the hallway. “Follow.”

Rodai obeyed, and followed them to a very large sitting area just off the main hall. It was lavish and extravagant. The chairs and couches and footstools were made of fabrics and furs and leathers he’d never encountered before. He picked up and examined a wine decanter so fragile and delicate that he thought it may have been made of dragonfly wings.

“Why is it men wait so long to reach out for help?” He heard a voice ask. He spun on his heel and saw a woman standing at the doorway, holding a moving bundle in her arms.

She was unlike anything he’d yet seen, and he’d seen plenty at his age. She was blue, all varieties of blue. Her skin was pale celeste, her long hair crested scarab blue and faded down to white at the tips. Her eyes were a solid lapis hue all the way across. He was unable to discern where the irises and pupils were from where the white part should have been; it was all just one color. Even the thin dress she wore was sapphire in color, over which she wore a sheer white dressing gown of lace that seemed to have been woven from the dew on a spider’s web and trailed far behind her. She looked like a moving sculpture carved of glacier ice, dusted with snow. She even had a smattering of white freckles on her nose, as if she had indeed been standing outside in the snowfall.

Rodai collected himself and bowed, realizing this must be the dark emperor's queen. As he rose, he looked again at the bundle in her arms, and a small, waving grey fist popped out from between the cloth, grasping for her fingers. He felt a stab of pain at the sight, remembering a time not so long ago when his last son had been born, a time when he was still happy, his wife still lived, and his land was still whole.

“My Lady,” He said. “Thank you for allowing me passage into your land. I was not certain I would be accepted.”

“We’ve been waiting for you, Rodai of Suida,” She replied, her voice like the crack of a whip. “I must say, I’m surprised you waited so long to ask for our help. Would it not have been wiser to come sooner? Before your sons and wife were lost?”

Her words were like another knife through his heart. “Her Majesty is blunt.”

“This is not the time for tact,” She said shrewdly. “I am not without sympathy, King Rodai, but you have waited far too long. What you seek may no longer be within reach.”

“It has to be!” Rodai replied emphatically. “I’ll do anything, I’ll give anything. I just want my people and my son to be safe and well. I know it is much to ask, but your husband is a man of great power. Surely he can accomplish such a feat.”

“That is for him to decide,” She said. Her eyes darted and her head turned slightly, as though she were listening to something. “Come. You have been summoned.”

He followed her out of the receiving room and into an absolutely enormous great hall made entirely of black marble. At the other end was a long, wide stairway, and at the top was a throne sitting on a gold dais.

Sitting there was a man, straight-backed and imposing, peering down at Rodai. His eyes similar to that of his wife’s, but instead of solid blue, his were solid white. His skin was the color of the smoke from an oil fire, and he wore garments of black, red, and gold. From the nest of black curls on his head rose horns, long and twisting, shiny black near his head and fading to red near the points. He sat with his legs crossed, regarding Rodai thoughtfully, his hands resting on his knee. His demeanor was not arrogant or proud, but it was nonetheless commanding. Intimidating.

The Queen took the steps carefully and went to stand at her husband’s elbow, handing him the bundle as she did so. The Demon King cradled his child with one arm and rubbed his chin with the other, waiting.

Rodai bowed. “My Lord--” He began.

“Kneel,” The Demon King said, his deep voice reverberating around the massive chamber.

Rodai looked up. “Pardon?”

“I am Zinzo, King of the Dark Creatures, Lord over all Magic, and Emperor of the Night Sky Above and the Dark Cavern Below. You will kneel.”

Rodai hesitated. Kings did not kneel to other kings. Bowing was customary as a sign of equal power and mutual respect, but kneeling was a sign of inferiority, of weakness. To kneel before someone was to surrender to that person, and a king did not surrender to anyone. It was simply unheard of.

Well, Rodai thought. I may not be a king before long, as it stands.

Slowly, as he had never done this before and it felt most unnatural, Rodai took a knee before King Zinzo.

Zinzo smiled. It wasn’t comforting.

“You may rise,” He said. His voice reminded Rodai of a stone falling down a hill, rumbling and terror-inducing to anyone in its path. “I know of your plight, King of Suida. However, you have nothing now that is of any use to me. Therefore, it would not benefit me to help you.”

“I will give you anything, anything at all,” Rodai pleaded. “There must be something you need. Something I could do. I’ll work it off, if I have to. I’ll be your servant, I’ve give you every coin that comes into my hands, I will give you my life, if that’s what you want. Anything to save my people.” His eyes looked down and the sleeping baby in King Zinzo’s arms. “For my son, I will do anything. I would give anything. I swear to you.”

“Anything, you say?” Zinzo said in a curiously soft, slow voice. His smile widened, revealing very white, very sharp teeth. “Interesting.” He rose from his throne, keeping a tight grip of his infant, and walked slowly down the stairs. “I think I might just be able to work something out for you.”

“Thank you,” Rodai breathed in relief. “Thank you, my Lord. What recompense would you have from me?”

“Oh, nothing you have at the moment is of any interest to me. Perhaps one day, though, you may be able to repay me.”

“Yes, anything, just name it,” Rodai said.

Zinzo stopped in front of him. “Children.”

The blood drained from Rodai’s face in horror. “I’m sorry, My Lord, I don’t understand.

“I want children. Specifically, your children,” Zinzo clarified.

Rodai’s heart began to hammer in his chest. “Please, Your Majesty, please, my son is all I have left.”

Zinzo waved his hand impatiently. “Not the son, I have plenty of those.” He bounced the infant a little to emphasize his point. “I want daughters. My sons will need brides when they become men. It’s becoming harder to find women of nobility among the elves and fae that are not already interbred. I was fortunate to find Yuana,” Zinzo motioned his head to the blue lady standing beside the throne. “But there are few of our women left to which my sons are not already related. Seems the logical option is to begin marrying them off to humans, as inferior a species in magic as they may be. It would not be my first choice, but we are desperate men, are we not?”

Rodai was confused. “But I have no daughters.”

“Not yet,” Zinzo said with a sly grin. “But you are not an old man by any measure. Still young enough to find another wife and father more children. I only need three, though. Should you have any addition children, they will be yours to keep.”

Rodai blinked and watched Zinzo warily.

“Do we have a deal?” Zinzo asked him.

Three daughters? How would he achieve that? What if he didn’t? What if he never remarried or had a mistress? He had dearly loved his late wife and had no interest in remarrying. What if the daughters Zinzo requested never came to be? What would Zinzo do?

“Y…Yes,” Rodai said.

Zinzo stuck out a hand with abnormally long fingers, the tips of which were red, like his horns. “Very well,” He said. “Take my hand and the contract will be sealed.”

Slowly, carefully, as though expecting an attack, Rodai reached out his hand and clasped Zinzo’s.

All at once, there was a flash and he felt a push against his chest, which knocked him breathless and to the ground, and when he opened his eyes again, he was sitting on the ground of his bedroom back at his castle, wearing his evening clothes as though the trip through the forest had never taken place. Had he dreamed the whole thing? He hoped not. What of the deal he had made?

A banging on his bedroom door interrupted his spiraling thoughts and made him jump.

“My lord?” A guard called through the door. “Are you all right? It is midday and you have not come out. Shall I call a doctor?”

“No,” Rodai called weakly, looking out the window. It was indeed midday. “I’m fine, I will be out in a few moments.”

A fortnight later, an ambassador sent from the Conqueror King arrived at the castle to speak with King Rodai. Rodai was reluctant to receive him, but did so under heavy guard.

Once seated in Rodai’s private office, he said, “What business does the Conqueror King have, Ambassador Rook?”

The ambassador, an elderly man with a crown of wispy white hair, said, “My lord sends me with a message of peace.”

Rodai snorted. “I highly doubt that.”

“He has decided not to invade your country. In fact, he’s offering a trade deal with you. You would benefit greatly from this offer. Should you refuse, however, he will attack.”

Rodai was disgusted. Trade with the man that had killed his men and usurped his friend’s throne? Madness. But if he didn’t, the cost would be high.

“What are the conditions?” Rodai asked in exasperation. “I know there are conditions. He wouldn’t just decide to offer me a peace accord if there was nothing in it for him.”

“There is only one condition,” The ambassador said. “You must wed his daughter, Aralie.”

A chill shot up his spine and over his shoulders. “What?”

“You will wed Princess Aralie, and your progeny will rule both kingdoms, uniting them without conquering them.”

Zinzo’s unnerving smile crept into Rodai’s thoughts. “If I refuse?”

The ambassador shrugged. “Then you will be destroyed.”

The wedding took place nearly three months later. He met with the Conqueror King several times begrudgingly so that the contracts could be drawn up and signed. Never in all that time did Rodai ever meet his would-be bride. It seemed that would have to wait for the wedding day. Perhaps she was unattractive or deformed, something that made the king nervous about her future, which is why this was the only condition upon which he had insisted. It would make sense.

The day dawned, and Rodai dreaded every second that passed. It would be a morning ceremony so that all of the Conqueror’s ilk could party like maniacs for the remainder of the day. Disgustingly.

He stood at the altar with the Conqueror at his side, as if to make sure he stayed put. The princess was led in by her mother, wearing a simple gown of pale rose silk. Her features were neat but rather plain, not dowdy or deformed like he was expecting. Her hair was a pretty honey color and her eyes were steely grey, like her father’s. She also wasn’t as young as he expected, perhaps in her mid-to-late 20’s. He was grateful for that. He didn’t much like the idea of a child-bride.

She wasn’t the beauty his late wife had been, nor did she possess the strange etherealness of the Zinzo’s tall elven queen, but Rodai had to admit she was charming.

She smiled at him in an almost apologetic way as she approached. When she came to stand next to him at the altar in front of the priest, her father, the Conqueror, left them to stand with his wife. As he did so, Aralie leaned toward Rodai and said in a side-whisper: “Sorry.”

Rodai smiled a little and whispered back, “Me, too.”

It seemed his new wife had brought with her light and prosperity when he took her back to his land. The crops flourished, and with them came new wealth and livelihood for his subjects. Life was returning, and Rodai was grateful.

He found Aralie surprisingly easy to talk to. She was well-read and quite intelligent, and they had many interests in common. He confessed he was rather astonished that she was not already married at her age, and she admitted that her father had done a good enough job of scaring every available young man in all neighboring countries away from asking for her hand since she was old enough to marry, so it wasn’t so much a choice as it was lack of backbone on the gentlemens’ part. Rodai had to laugh at that.

They became friends very quickly, and though Rodai had committed himself to the two of them staying friends out of respect for his late wife, he couldn’t help thinking about Aralie more and more. He looked forward to talking to her each day, and he missed her company on any day when he didn’t see her. It wasn’t until nearly a year later, when she had gone to visit her father for a few weeks and he was left to pine for her, he realized he had come to love her.

He was still wary of getting too close. The promise he had made to Zinzo was at the back of his mind at all times. So he kept his distance and tried to ignore his feelings. What he didn’t count on was her feelings or her willingness to act on them.

One night, he heard the door to his sleeping quarters open and shut. Blinking groggily, he looked up to see Aralie in her sleep shift approaching with a candle.

“Aralie?” He asked, rubbing his eyes. “Are you all right? Is something the matter?”

She didn’t answer right away, instead putting the candlestick down on his bedside table and sitting on the edge of the bed, not looking at him. Her breathing was uneven and she appeared to be shaking.

“Aralie?” He reached for her shoulder, concerned. At his touch, she looked around at him.

“Rodai,” She began softly. “We’ve been married for some time now, and you’ve been a true gentleman, but I must ask: how do you feel towards me?”

Rodai was unable to answer her. He looked at her with sympathy and affection, but kept his jaw clenched shut.

At his silence, she lowered her eyes and looked away. “I know that our marriage was arranged for political reasons and that you may not feel anything for me beyond friendship, but I must confess I… I’ve become rather fond of you. I feel more than just friendship for you. So much more.”

Rodai’s heart rate hitched up. “Aralie…”

She stood before he could say more and pulled the shift she had been wearing over her head, revealing her body underneath. She let the garment fall to the floor and made to sit on her knees next to him on the bed, close but not touching. She was breathing rather fast. So was he. His hands twitched, longing to touch her, but he forced them still.

“If this is not what you want, if it’s a mistake, you need only say, and I will leave you in peace,” Aralie said, not meeting his eye. “But I… I had to know… if you wanted me as much as I want you.”

All he could do was look at her. The way her neck curved into her shoulder, the way her hair looked as it cascaded down her back, strands escaping to hang in front of her face. The pout of her lips, the shape of her eyes. The dusting of freckles across her breast. His hand moved to stroke her collarbone, and she looked at him with those wide, beautiful silvery eyes in surprise, lovely and excited and just a little bit terrified. How could he have ever thought her plain? She was perfect.

He couldn’t fight it anymore. More to the point, he didn’t want to fight it. He took her face in his hands and kissed her hard enough to wipe out any doubts she might have had about his feelings for her. He touched every inch of her body with every inch of his. He wanted her so much and he proved it. He proved it over and over again that night, and many nights after.

Happiness with her felt as natural as taking breath. It was effortless, easy. She could make him forget any trouble, any worry. And in time, he did forget. He forgot all the hardships he had faced during the war, and so did his people. She had breathed new life into him, and he in turn breathed new life into his land. With her, everything was good, and right, and just. The world was exactly as it should be.

And he forgot.

Their first child was born on a cool, clear day in spring; a perfect little baby girl. Rodai had only sons with his previous wife and never a little girl, so he hadn’t known how to handle one at first. With his son, now twelve and growing quickly, starting to train with his generals to be the next leader of the land, Rodai had much time to spoil and coddle this new little lamb, and he was more than pleased to do it. Aralie told him he had to be firm or she’d never obey him, but he couldn’t help but melt when his little girl looked at him with those sweet eyes. How could he not?

They named her Tyria after a spring blossom that collected near her nursery window that was native to his land alone. She would be tall, like her father, and nearly as tan, but her every other feature was a mirror of her mother.

Two years later, the second one came on the first day of autumn, with maple-colored hair like her father and freckles like her mother, and eyes as brown as a doe. She was a petite little thing, sweet and caring, and had an affinity for all living creatures. They named her Fawn.

She was a cuddly girl and loved nothing more than to sit in her father’s lap as he read and dictated, whereas Tyria was very independent and could often be found watching her brother’s training with interest. Coll, now fifteen, ruffled his sister’s hair with a fond laugh and told her he might teach her a few things once she got older.

Rodai had been happy before the war, but the sorrow he had experienced during and afterward made him treasure his newfound happiness all the more. Knowing what loss felt like made every moment with his family precious and irreplaceable. Priceless.

If only that odd nagging feeling would go away…

Their third daughter was born during a summer storm that threatened to blow the castle over. They named her Gale after the winds that howled to harmonize with her newborn cries of outrage. After the birth, Aralie took a well-deserved nap while Rodai held his new baby in his arms, smiling down at her. She was strong already, gripping his finger like a vice. Her curls were a mix of his brown coloring with a little of the honey of Aralie, and he thought her eyes might be blue, like his. His smile widened.

A cracking sound made him jump as a bolt of lightning hit a parapet outside the window. With that flash, a memory he had buried for the last six years re-entered his mind, one that made his heart drop like a stone.

I want daughters.

Aralie woke from her sleep to find Rodai sitting on the bed next to her, looking down at their daughter with tears streaming down his face. She could tell from his expression that these were not tears of joy.

“Rodai?” She asked him softly, pulling herself into a sitting position.

He shut his eyes tight, more tears falling, one landing on the cheek of the sleeping infant.

“Forgive me,” He said in a pained whisper. “I’m so sorry.”

“What? Why?” Aralie carefully adjusted herself so that she could see him better. Taking his cheek in her hand, she force him to look at her. “What are you sorry for?”

He took a very large breath, and said, “Before we met, after your father invaded the neighboring kingdom, I was desperate to save my people and Coll, my only remaining son and family. I would have done anything to spare him from death or worse, so I sought out help.”

“From who?”

“Zinzo, the Demon King,” He admitted to her fearfully.

A very worried look came over her face. “What did he want?”

“Something I didn’t have.” He stared down at his daughters sleeping face, his lip trembling. “Not at the time, at least.”

“Which was?”

“Brides,” Rodai said sorrowfully. “For his three sons.”

Aralie’s jaw dropped in horror. “Rodai, what did you do?”

He squeezed his eyes shut tight, holding his little girl up and pressing her forehead against his. “I made a deal.”

Aralie’s eyes filled with tears, and she covered her mouth with her hands in shock. “Rodai, how could you do such a thing?”

“How could I have known?” He asked her desperately. “How could I have ever known? Back then, I had no intention of marrying again or having any more children. After losing my wife and sons, I couldn’t face that kind of loss. Not again. I was so desperate to save my home and people, I would have promised everything, even my own life.” He reached out to touch her face, tears falling unimpeded. “How could I have known how much I would love you? How could I have known you’d have given me these three beautiful gifts? I couldn’t. I thought I had already lost everything. I could never have imagined how much more I’d stand to lose.”

She clutched his hand to her cheek, her face falling.

“What can we do?” She sobbed.

“I don’t know,” Rodai said, resting his forehead on hers. “He is a powerful man. I don’t know if there’s anything we can do.”

“But this nation is rich again,” She said, grasping desperately for some solution. “We can give him gold, resources, anything he wants. There must be something else he would be willing to take instead.”

“There isn’t,” A voice said in the shadow of their room. Rodai shot to his feet, clutching his child to him and flinging out a hand to shield Aralie.

The Demon King stepped into the light, looking the same as he did six years ago, down to the garments he wore.

“We have a deal,” Zinzo said, with a hint of menace in his voice. “I do not suffer broken oaths, King of Suida. Not at all.”

“Is there nothing else we could offer?” Aralie cried. “There must be something else.”

“There isn’t,” He repeated. “However, I am not a cruel man. My sons are not yet grown, and your children are still babes yet. There’s no reason to take them with me now. I will wait until the time is right. You will have them until then.”

He stepped toward Rodai, who held Gale to him tightly. Aralie gripped Rodai’s shirt.

“A deal is a deal, Rodai,” Zinzo said, his strange eyes narrowing. “You will honor it, or you will find exactly how much you can lose.”

“Don’t threaten me,” Rodai said with far more confidence than he felt.

Zinzo smiled. “It’s not a threat,” he said. “It’s simply a fact. I would think your losses would make you more mindful of that.”

Rodai’s face contorted in fury. “Leave.”

Zinzo stepped back into the shadows. “I will return,” He said as he disappeared into the darkness. “Be ready.”

When they could no longer feel his presence, Aralie dissolved into weeping. Rodai could do nothing but hold her and weep himself.

“What do we do?” Aralie asked quietly. “Should we tell them?”

“I supposed we’ll have to, at some point.”

“When will that be?”

Rodai sighed. “When the time is right.”

She shook her head at him, exasperated. “And when will that be?”

Rodai looked at her, his heart heavy with guilt and grief. “I’m so sorry, my love. More sorry than I can ever say. I hope one day you can forgive me, but if not, I understand.”

She grabbed him and held him, burying her face in his neck. “I’m very angry with you.”

He used his free arm to press her closer to him, holding Gale so she wouldn't be crushed between them. “I know,” He said into her hair.

There was a knock at the door. It was seventeen year old Coll, leading his little sisters, five and three, in to meet the new member of the family. The girls hopped happily on the bed and cooed over the little one. Coll bear-hugged his father and put a comforting hand on his step-mother’s shoulder, smiling widely and congratulating them.

Rodai and Aralie shared a look, wiping their tears, and silently agreeing to keep their shame a secret for now and let this family moment play out. They didn’t know how many they would have left.

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