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#which is why he still can’t leave him alone centuries and centuries later
pearblossommina · 1 year
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Tumblr bringing me back to my roots and making me ship Tamsand in 2023
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jnkgrnde · 5 months
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— closer, clarisse la rue, pjo
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summary — in which, clarisse la rue can’t get enough of you, no matter how much you set her off. loosely based off of closer by RM. (media from princemick !)
pairings — clarisse la rue x black!fem!reader (daughter of poseidon)
authors note — first pjo fic.. kinda nervous 🫣 here’s my new years gift for the lack of posting 😭
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clarisse la rue.
whether you feared her, hated her, were intimidated by her, you knew her name if you resided in camp half-blood. she was the infamous daughter of ares, god of war. if she didn’t scare you by her demeanor alone, then she had that status and her electric spear to back it up.
and then there was you.
you were a poseidon kid, claimed early, then got thrown into the poseidon cabin to fend for yourself. it felt lonesome at times, but getting along with people like luke and annabeth helped. it was also nice having a cabin to yourself, free to decorate it however you liked!
people thought you were pretty chill, a little scary with how you come along with your powers and whatnot, but overall you were a fun person to be around.
except when you were around clarisse. you definitely got under her skin, whether she liked it or not (she was starting to).
you were quick with your comebacks whenever she had something to say, which got snickers from her siblings around her, you were good with a blade, good in war games, good in almost everything she was.
did it get to her? yes. but did she find it attractive? also yes.
you could hold your own and your friends if it came down to it, and as a daughter of ares, she found that attractive.
that was all up until percy jackson came.
did you know you had siblings somewhere? yes, but you didn’t expect one to actually make it here, much less alive, but here we were. you were a couple years older than percy you found out. his mom had died on his way here with grover, another friend of yours. all he really wanted to do was find out who his father was and why all this was happening.
you felt protective of him, and that meant feeling protective of him against clarisse.
he didn’t know but you could tell he was a son of poseidon, your brother. you felt inclined to guide him until he found his way around and got used to what his life was now.
flash forward to the day after he arrived. he was already gaining some popularity around camp because of his encounter with the minotaur. in the morning you met up with him and luke, telling him about how the day after was capture the flag day.
you were walking until a familiar brunette came into view, knocking into percy. you snapped your head towards her just as she pushed him into the dirt. “hey, clarisse, back up.” you stepped closer to her. she looked at you, and for a moment your heart skipped a beat.
when had she been so pretty?
you two ‘glared’ (admired) at eachother for a moment before she turned to percy. “so this is the kid who killed the minotaur?” you looked at percy and he locked eyes for a quick second before looking back at clarisse. he looked scared but used to it, like he’d been bullied all his life.
“you want attention around here, dummy? you better be ready for it when it comes.” she jumped at him to scare him, then left laughing, not before making eye contact with you once more.
“well, she seems nice.” percy commented. “don’t worry about her. she just has this image to keep up. she’ll leave you alone soon, i’m sure.” you told him.
did you know that? no, but you didn’t want him to have to deal with anything yet.
“why don’t people mess with you?” percy asked you and luke. “they know better. best swordsman in over a century and she can drown people if she wanted.” luke explained with a smirk.
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it was later in the day. the sun was still up, it was warm out, and the smell of the strawberry fields graced you. you were practing with your main weapon of choice. grunts rang in the air as you practiced on your dummy.
it was empty, which was just what you needed to blow off some steam. at least, it was empty until clarisse walked over. “you’re doing it wrong.” you didn’t face her, choosing to ignore her. you continued until a hand gripped your wrist.
“you ignoring me now?” just you ignoring her started her off wrong. she wanted you to pay attention to her. “do you need something?” you hissed at her. “i was talking to you. your forms off.” “mkay. thanks.” you went to go back to the dummy before she placed a hand on your waist to turn you back around. “you realize that could get you killed right?” she scolded. you stared at each other until she realized where her hand was and took it off like you were a hot pan burning her.
you mulled over the interaction; your waist felt tingly- you felt tingly. she was just so pretty and she was starting to make you nervous, but you had to do something.
“you willing to correct it then? since you feel like you need to comment on it.” you remarked.
this is what got her going.
you always having something quick to say, getting under her skin but in the right way.
she smirked, canines showing a little. it had your heart racing.
she went over to the dummy with a dagger that was on standby, and showed you a technique she used. “like that.” she moved to go behind you and gripped your waist again. “what are you doing?”
“relax, i’m moving you into a stance.” she told you.
was she half lying? well, sorta kinda. she was moving you, but she just wanted to be closer to you.
she adjusted your stance, then moved back and allowed you to practice. “just like that.” she told you.
“why are you helping me?” clarisse shrugged. “got bored.” “you sure you just didn’t wanna be near me?” you jokingly asked.
“maybe i did, maybe i didn’t.”
she did. she just wanted to be closer to you.
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Cupids Arrow❣︎
Yandere cupid Hanako x reader
Warnings: Yandere themes, stalking, hard core manipulation, talk about murder, slightly sadistic tendencies, forced love, idk if the skunk part is zoophelia but whatever
A/n: hello and happy Valentine’s Day!! This is a rather long fic and thos is why i been inactive-
This and school has been kicking my ass
But i hope to write more fics!!
I hope you enjoy and have a great day or night!!
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Hey hey! Have you heard of cupid? You haven’t? He’s all everyone’s talking about, especially so close to Valentine’s Day! You can wish to cupid about a person you love and he will answer it! He will bless your relationship so you two love each other even in death! He can even heal a broken heart and help you move on! He always comes through in the end when you go to him for help!
“I love you too!” She hugged him tightly, trying to hold back tears. He was taken aback by her words. He opened his mouth to say something but he couldn’t. He only hugged her back just as tight, wanting to show her he loves her with body language rather then words. The flowers in the garden only amplified the beauty, creating a perfect picture.
Hanako smiled, his work here not being done. He was about to fly away when he noticed you standing from the sidelines and watching the two. Did you perhaps like one of them? He felt himself getting angered by the thought. He looked closer at your face. You didn’t have a look of sadness but a look of curiosity. This only confused him.
He sighed and flew around the corner where he was alone. He turned into his human form, letting himself become visibility to other people who weren’t supernaturals. His angel wings were now gone and his wisps took his arrows back to his boundary. He stepped out from behind the corner, now wearing an older looking school uniform.
“Hey Y/n!” He placed his hands on your shoulders from behind, pulling you out of your thoughts.
“Oh, hey Amane!” You smiled seeing him.
“What are you looking at?” He tried to look over your shoulder.
“Oh, those two just had a small confession and they are probably going to go off on a date” You groaned in annoyance and Amane raised a brow.
“Do you like one of them?” He asked seriously but you only started laughing.
“Oh trust me, I don’t like them!”
“Well is there someone else you have feelings for?”
That question caught you off guard. Your cheeks flushed as you looked away from him.
“Well they don’t like me back” You frowned. Amane felt jealousy and disappointment fill his veins. He didn’t want you to like anyone else. He couldn’t have it. He was hoping that if he came to you in his human form then you would fall for him. Cupids can’t make people fall in love with anything dead. He’s been dead for centuries now.
He needed this person out of the picture.
“Who is this guy??” He asked. His voice still held playfulness.
“I can’t tell you that! You will tell them!” You smacked his shoulder lightly.
“I don’t even go to the same school you do, I doubt I would be able to tell him!” He pouted and looked to the side. You sighed and cupped his cheeks with your hands. His cheeks heated up which he knew you were able to tell.
“I need to go now, Amane. I’ll see you later tho, okay?” He nodded softly and you let go of him. You waved to him before you walked out of the gate, leaving him by himself. He felt his heart sink as you left. He couldn’t stand the thought of you dating someone else. He wouldn’t press on any longer. You said he didn’t like you so he has nothing to worry about. It was just a small inconvenience. Nothing to worry about.
He flew around in his boundary, smiling at the ceiling. Fake stars glistened across the top filling him with joy. He always loved the stars. He jolted slightly when he heard his phone ring. Someone was wishing to him. When someone calls to him, he gets a ring on the phone to listen in to what they are saying. It’s a funny sort of magic.
He flew over to the phone, placing it on his ear. He didn’t say a word. He was about to place the phone back and let it go to voicemail until he finally heard a voice. A voice he hoped not to hear on his phone.
“Cupid” You said firmly but there was still nervousness in your voice “There is this boy I’m interested in…” Hanako’s eyes widened, his hand shaking as he held the phone. The phone seemed heavier now. It took a lot of self control to not put the phone back on the stand.
“He’s in my class. He can be rather cold but he’s pretty popular… We don’t talk that much but it’s close to Valentine’s Day and, well, I don’t have a date” His shock started to turn into anger as you continued talking about this boy. He’s cupid. He has to fulfill you wish and help you get the happy ending you deserve. But something inside of him was telling him not to.
Something inside of him was telling him to rip this guys head off.
“Ah… what am I doing…” You took a deep breath in “I just need to confess to him.” The line cut out. The call was over. Hanako placed the phone back down on the stand, his hand still shaking. He couldn’t answer this request. He refused to answer it. He spent so long sneaking around people just to spend time with you. Just so you would love him. You caught his attention when you felt your first heartbreak and he had to help you move on. He would visit you, making sure you have fully healed. He fell in love with you. It took him a long time before he could come out to you as Amane. He planned to eventually tell you he was cupid but he couldn’t do that. Not yet, it wasn’t the right time. He needed you to love him first. But this guy was coming in between you. Oh, he couldn’t have that. He didn’t deserve to be with someone as lovely as you. He could never allow you to date someone as filthy as him. He couldn’t allow it.
He watched the guy closely as he entered the school yard. He was holding a letter in his hand. You asked him to meet you here. He watched as you put the letter in his locker. He had a big bad in his hand, something squirming inside it. He opened the bag and dumped the skunk out of it.
He knew death was too good for this guy. He wanted him to suffer, wanted him to be rejected by society for even daring to interrupted his plans.
Then you finally showed, walking over to him. Your cheeks were red as you fidgeted with your hands. It made Hanako sick to know you weren’t blushing for him.
“Is this letter from you?” He said duel. He clearly wasn’t interested in you and Hanako could tell that. He couldn’t take it anymore. He held up his arrow, shooting one at the boy. Once it hit him, it turned into pink dust and fell to the ground. The boy stumbled back and placed a hand on his head. He grabbed the arrows partner, pulling it back on the string. He shot it at the skunk. Hanako grinned. This was worse then death. He wanted the boy to fall in love with an equal. A lower life form. A skunk.
“Yeah it is… hey, are you okay?” You asked as you noticed the boy you liked stumble back.
“Yeah, I’m fine…” He stood up again but he didn’t look fine. He looked off into the distance at something. You followed his eyes but you couldn’t see anything.
“Are you sure?” You looked at him but he didn’t bother to make eye contact with you. He didn’t even bother to respond. He soon laid eyes on the skunk, wanting away from you and towards it. His cheeks were pink. He looked in love with the damn animal.
“where are you going-“ you noticed the creature and backed away. You didn’t want to get anywhere near it unless you get sprayed. “I came out here to confess my feels for you!” You grabbed his arm, now angry with his unusual behavior.
“Well I don’t care! Just leave me alone!” He smacked your hand away. Hanako was rather satisfied with the scene.
Tears filled your eyes as you but your lip trying to hold them back. You were a doll for even thinking that he could love you back. If love didn’t work out for you the first time, why would it now? Is it because you believed the rumors the other girls in class told you? You were foolish to believe such a tail as cupid could be real.
You tried to hold yourself together as you quickly ran back into the school. Hanako noticed you leave and his grin turned into a frown. His focus went off the guy who was now hopelessly in love with a skunk, to you. He flew into the school, looking around for where you might have been. He heard the sound of crying from one of the classrooms and looked in to see you crying.
The sound of your sobs was like music to his ears.
“Y/n…?” He called your name. His expression had worry in it as he looked at your small form.
“A-Amane… what are you doing here?” You quickly dried your tears, trying to fake a smile.
“I left my bag here yesterday… what happened?” He entered the classroom and kneeled down to you.
“I confessed to the guy I like” You’re voice hitched inside your throat, trying not to let anymore tears fall out of your eyes “But he doesn’t feel the same…”
“Oh, I’m so sorry…” Amane hugs you tightly, stroking your back. He had to admit you did look cute when crying.
“I thought that if i wished to cupid we would be together it would work… I’m such a fool, Amane…!” You squeezed him tightly, crying into his shoulder.
“You aren’t a fool… That guy was no good for you anyways. Besides, there is someone for you…” He cups your cheeks, wiping your tears away and making you look at him.
“Cupid has you in mind, after all~”
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boypussydilf · 8 months
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various rambling and working out a vague picture of the timeline bc sabertoothwalrus has me thinking about The Fucking Thing With The Empress again
in the past i’ve assumed vampires didn’t really start coming out (of hiding i guess?? where were they?? what were they doing in all those centuries before the war when people did not believe magic was real so it’s not like they were aware vampires existed and were still around but . maybe they hibernated who knows whatever it doesn’t matter it’s just funny)
ANYWAY i kind of had assumed vampires didn’t really Come Back Out Into The World until marcy’s teen years/10-ish years after the mushroom bomb but vampworld VK finding marceline when she was like 6-7 indicates they were Out And Walkin’ Around pretty much right after the apocalypse hit
i guess as far as i remember there’s never any indication whether or not simon & marcy ran into any Vampire Problems while they were still together. i’ve assumed not but there’s no actual evidence for that. we basically know like 2 things that happened to them we don’t have a lot to go off of for what they Did or Did Not run into together
but for now i’m assuming not. it seems like vampires prefer to be Where Groups Of Humans Are, for obvious reasons, and it seems like simon & marceline never ran into any humans together (or at least not any friendly ones.) simon’s notes from i remember you indicate he thought they might have been the only people still alive & let’s be real if they ever found other people who were Not Hostile and had resources to survive simon would’ve immediately gone Oh boy!!! Someone who can take care of marcy and not fuck up!!!! and made her go with them while he fucked off into the woods to be sad and alone or whatever the hell he did after leaving her aside from getting hypnotized by a vampire.
i just got distracted bc its so funny Why did the empress choose this guy ??????????? like . insert “a thousand years later and you still can’t get anything right” girl if he’s always sucked at this why is he your Emotional Support Thrall. how did he not get killed
anyway i don’t think we have any indication whether he ever ran into any vampires while he was still with marceline but one way or another he sure does remember when there were vampires around and has a dedicated set of Vampire Survival Skills. skills is maybe the wrong word. he tries so fucking hard but he can’t stake a completely nonmoving target. did he always suck at this too
we know from the empress’s dialogue that simon had still not lost his mind all the way by the time she decided to make him her Favorite Little Human Servant - still remembered his name, still sane enough to Get Hypnotized, her surrounding dialogue when she calls ice king “this pathetic clown character” implies she remembers him acting More Like Simon and Less Like Ice King which is really fucking impressive, actually, he’s extremely Not Holding It Together when he leaves marceline and he still managed to hold on to his identity and some of his usual behavior for 5+ years after that without her jesus christ man
simon in the star talks about marceline becoming A Great Vampire Hunter kind of like it’s something he saw. she could’ve just told him about that part of her life sometime after CAWM, but,
the way marceline talks to the empress in empress eyes sounds kind of like she saw simon interacting with the empress. (“that’s the last time you toy with his heart”)
did they see each other again there? while marceline was hunting vampires? while simon still remembered who Simon Petrikov was?
who left who?
In conclusion fucked up right. Like huh. The entire situation raises so many questions. Why did they never bring this up again
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tar-maitime · 4 months
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not a victory march
Rating: G Characters: Maglor | Makalaure, Maedhros | Maitimo, Turgon | Turukano, Fingon | Findekano Relationships: Maedhros & Maglor, Fingon & Turgon, Maedhros/Fingon, fem!Maedhros/Fingon Additional: post-Nirnaeth, Grieving, Siblings WC: 1k
This is very definitely inspired by this cover of Hallelujah specifically.
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The usual songs aren’t working.
Maglor has known Maedhros - Maedhros, the harder, stronger, and yet more damaged version of his sister, not golden Maitimë - for centuries. He took on the greater part of her care during those hard years between her reaching the strength to come away east and her truly reaching a manner of stability. He knows how to help her, or he should.
And yet Maedhros seems to have retreated somewhere he can’t reach. She still goes through all the usual motions, performing her duties and running this fortress they’ve retreated to and sparring more viciously than ever. But there’s an emptiness behind her eyes that shakes Maglor to the core, that he’s not seen before.
He’s not a fool. He knows why this is happening. He was there when, in the thick of battle, Maedhros’ knees buckled and she let out an awful, broken cry, and he knew at once that Fingon had died somewhere out there. He knows what that means to Maedhros, what it’s doing to her. He just doesn’t know how to fix it.
“It’s not your job to fix Nelyë,” Caranthir tells him bluntly, the one time Maglor lets his thoughts slip out in words. “Who knows if anyone can, at this point? Which isn’t your fault.”
It doesn’t matter what is or isn’t his fault. He needs to fix this for Maedhros, as much as he can.
So he hums the old songs from Mithrim and the early days at Himring, and slips into Maedhros’ room late at night to sit beside her as she lies awake and sing to her. Once upon a time, after all, Fingon’s song - ordinary and without power as it was - had reached Maedhros amidst her torment and she had sung back. Perhaps Maglor’s songs can reach her in the torment she’s in now.
It hasn’t helped yet, but it has to, soon. Something has to.
- - - 
Turgon knew this would happen eventually. That doesn’t make it any better.
He’s back in his city now, the one meant to keep at least a remnant of their people safe. It’s kept his daughter and nephew safe, and himself, and his sister for a while. But there was never anything it could’ve done for his older brother, and the knowlegde aches hollowly in Turgon’s chest.
He knows exactly when it all went wrong. There was a festival to Nessa in Tirion, and Turgon had looked over had his brother and seen him watching the Fëanoriel, who was dancing with two of her own brothers a little ways away. It had been clear, right then, tha Fingon was trapped and doomed, although the full extent of said doom hadn’t even been imaginable until much later.
It hadn’t been enough for the Fëanoriel to ensnare Fingon and marry him and drag him to this Valar-forsaken land and keep him wrapped around her finger. She’d had to drag him into her hopeless Union, right on the front lines, then leave him to die alone in the mud.
Turgon had tried everything, the last time he saw his brother, to get him to abandon the line and the whole doomed venture and retreat back to Gondolin. Fingon had refused. He’d believed even then that his precious Fëanoriel would break through and come to him. When Turgon, in desperation, screamed terrible things at him, he’d screamed right back as bad as he got.
Those were the last things they ever said to each other, and Turgon can’t decide if he hates the Fëanoriel, or Fingon, or himself the most for it.
- - -
Maglor doesn’t realize at first that anything is different. He’s sitting on Maedhros’ bed as usual, this time singing bits of a lament he’s been working on for the Nirnaeth since he can’t think of anything else, and resigned to Maedhros ignoring him entirely again.
Then she shifts, and rolls over to look at him. “Káno?” she says quietly.
He nearly startles, but suppresses it in favor of reaching out to grip her hand. “Nelyë. I’m here.”
“You’re here,” she echoes, and squeezes his hand. “He’s not. But I can try to be. Thank you for waiting.”
“Of course,” Maglor vows.
When he starts singing again, Maedhros falls asleep within a few minutes.
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Turgon takes a slow first look around the Halls of Mandos. They are much as he expected, dim and a thousand shades of gray and casually infinite. 
The brush against his spirit that feels like a hand on his arm is unexpected. He turns, and sees Fingon there, gleaming faintly silver and regarding him with a rueful half-smile.
“I did actually want to see you again,” he says, “but I was hoping you’d be patient enough to wait for me to get out of here.”
“Finno,” Turgon says, out of all other words, and does his best to pull his brother into a hug. It seems to work mostly on the principle of very firmly ignoring any possibility that they couldn’t, but Turgon can work with that.
“I wanted you to not be here in the first place,” he chokes out. Then, after a moment, he decides to let it drop. He doesn’t want to have the whole ugly fight all over again for even less point.
Instead, before Fingon can say anything, Turgon pulls back and says, “Have you found Irisse and Atar in here? Do you know where they are?”
Fingon looks at him for a moment, then seems to take this as the flag of truce that it is. “Yes - I can take you to them both. They’ll be - well, not glad to see you as such. But we’ll all be together.”
Turgon nods, even as he suppresses a wince at having to tell Aredhel what became of her son. “Let’s go to them, then,” he says, “brother.”
They’ll still probably need to apologize to each other at some point, and Turgon is even less happy with the Fëanoriel than he ever was, after Doriath. But that can all wait. If Námo’s proclamation was any indication, they’ll have plenty of time to get to it.
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ruinedsam · 17 hours
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If we still get the nephilum arc, after Jack is born, Lucifer heads to the bunker, where there is currently a gathering of Sam and Dean and however many of their friends are still alive at this point/perhaps didn’t die as a result of Sam having an archangel whispering in his ear, and proudly announces that his and Sam’s son is named Jack, when does everyone wish to meet him? “After all, Dean, it’s not every day you become an uncle.” Sam, who has stopped thinking it’s weird that Lucifer is like this about Sam due to how long he’s been dealing with Lucifer and the fact that he absolutely cannot think about this when there is nothing he can do to change it, asks how exactly Sam is the child’s parent while everyone else makes a cacophony of noise, most of which are expletives. Lucifer only addresses Sam, as is typical of him here because at any given moment it is entirely possible Lucifer only registers Sam’s presence and others in the room are window dressing, and informs Sam that due to Vessel Reasons, the child is also Sam’s. Sam visibly shuts down, he can handle a lot but this is a stretch even for him. Castiel decides to set that aside for a later time and asks how Lucifer even got in, the warding should keep out every angel but Castiel; Castiel is the only one other than Sam capable of speech because he is very very aware of how Lucifer is about Sam* and isn’t all that surprised by this. Lucifer scoffs and says that his true vessel is around, no ward can keep him out of a place Sam is in now; this would be because the body Sam is currently in was resurrected while possessed and had Lucifer latch on so tightly he can never be removed. Sam must now contend with the fact that he can never ever escape Lucifer; this is an added layer of tension between him and Castiel because Castiel freed him from the Cage and Cas is someone it’s safe to get angry at but Lucifer is not. Cas visibly blanches when Lucifer explains just why he can get around wards after Sam asks for an explanation, again due to Cas knowing Lucifer’s stance on his vessel. So Sam found out he was a father just minutes before learning Lucifer would never leave him alone; I think there should also be a layer of concern for Sam that Lucifer is not going to let him die or like age, that Lucifer will just freeze him in time because vessels appear to be frozen at the age of possession (Cain’s didn’t age and Castiel told Jimmy he wouldn’t age so ignore that the actor of course aged over the show) and Lucifer told Sam that he’d just bring him back if Sam died. So not only can Lucifer find Sam anywhere in the world, but Sam is growing increasingly worried that Lucifer will not let him go, not even for death. But back to Jack, Jack also considers Sam to be a parent, but for the life of him he can’t figure out why; Lucifer refers to Jack as “their” son all the time. For years, Sam has been trying to differentiate himself from Lucifer and establish that they are separate entities, for all that Sam has found himself needed less and less sleep over the years as he spends more time with an archangel’s grace entwined in his DNA so it looks like soullessness was not the entire reason for the lack of sleep, and then there’s the kid looking at Sam and calling him a father because he feels like Lucifer and maybe Sam will never be able to determine where he ends and Lucifer begins because that point is nonexistent.
Btw, I read this really good fic about what led to Sam saying yes in End-verse, featuring Lucifer telling Sam he would not allow Sam to age or die so Sam could very well live for centuries, and that’s part of the basis. If you’re interested, it’s called “Meteor” by Capsherlocked, you need an account.
*A key thing is that for all Lucifer doesn’t hide that he’s obsessed with Sam, what others see does not begin to let on the full scale of it. Castiel only knows the truth due to the possession, yet even he doesn’t see all of it. 4/4
Lucifer only addresses Sam, as is typical of him here because at any given moment it is entirely possible Lucifer only registers Sam’s presence and others in the room are window dressing
YES YES YES YES YES THIS IS HOW IT SHOULD BE
The Sam & Jack & Lucifer relationship is so fascinating to me and the great thing about it is that it's really fucked up in any scenario. There is something to be said for the way it is in canon, with Sam becoming a parent of choice to Lucifer's son, and I also really like Jack as Sam's biological son (either via possession or rape & mpreg horror), but Sam as Jack's parent due to true vesselism is also really interesting. It's about how Sam is inextricably bound to Lucifer and can't do anything against that. Jack is the living proof of how deeply, irreversibly enmeshed Sam and Lucifer are (insert sicko laugh here).
Ohh that fic sounds interesting 👀 I marked it for later (though later may be much, much later with the way I currently are about spn fanfic lol), thanks for the rec <3
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mymoodwriting · 2 years
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Request for Anon (second installment of this) 4.5k, blood, fangs, smut, penetration, gang bang, fingering, hickeys, magic, transformation, overstimulation, kidnapping, collars
“Kitty… wake up.”
    A voice whispered in the dark, slowly pulling you into the light. You opened your eyes, staring up at the ceiling of your dorm room. A sense of relief washed over you, finding yourself somewhere familiar, somewhere you were supposed to be. You sighed, the last few days feeling more like a bad dream then anything real, and hopefully that was the case, but as you sat up the truth became apparent. You found a little black cat on your chest, looking up at you curiously. You screamed and wound up shoving it off your bed.
“No, no, no, that wasn’t real! None of that-”
“Ya!” San jumped up from the floor. “You can’t just throw me off you like that!”
You screamed again. “Get away from me!”
“Come here!”
    San got back on the bed, now as a human he could easily pin your hands above your head and keep you still. You quickly shut your eyes though, having vague flashes of red which you knew would not be good.
“If you’re gonna be this feisty I might as well relax you… and get something out of it.”
    You bit your lip in anticipation, but nothing ever happened. You felt San get off of you, and you peeked your eyes open. You saw Seonghwa with a hand around the others throat, holding him up on his toes, glaring.
“Hongjoong said not to touch her.”
“I wasn’t going to do anything, hyung, I swear.”
“Then why are your fangs present?”
“We’re all hungry… we haven’t eaten in centuries…”
    Seonghwa sighed and dropped the boy, fixing himself up before turning his attention to you. Without thinking you hid under the covers, as if he wouldn’t see you. He chuckled and approached the bed, gently tugging down the blanket until he could see your face. You would have shut your eyes, but the second you saw him red tinted your vision, and you felt calm.
“Deep breaths, no one’s gonna hurt you.”
“Hm…”
    Your eyes wandered, taking in the fact the others were present in your room, all except for Hongjoong. Although you quickly remembered you didn’t have this place to yourself. Your eyes went wide but Seonghwa seemed to know what the issue was.
“Your roommate is fine. She’s in class right now, and we haven’t laid a finger on her, promise.”
“Okay…”
“So what are we going to do now?” Wooyoung asked. “Are we gonna enroll in classes?”
“I do not want to be a student.” Yeosang countered. “Let alone in a place like this.”
“It’s a good feeding ground though.” Jongho said. “Plenty of fresh blood all around.”
“Still.”
“I’m just saying it’s convenient to stick around.”
“Seonghwa?” Yunho questioned. “What’s the verdict?”
“We are waiting on Hongjoong to return.”
“What’s he doing?”
“Tying up loose ends.”
    As they were speaking of him, that’s when Hongjoong returned. He was happy to see that you were awake, making his way over to you.
“Hello, did you sleep well?”
“No…”
“How come?”
“You’re here…”
“I see. We’re not gonna hurt you.”
“I… I broke your curse right…”
“Yes. Thank you for that.”
“Then you’ll leave me alone now…”
“I wouldn’t say that.”
“Can we play with her now?” San asked. “We-”
“We’re not doing anything.”
“But hyung.”
“She’s still recovering, and needs rest.”
“You can go first.”
“No. Besides, we’re done here.”
“What do you mean?” Mingi said. “We’re leaving? But what about y/n? And-”
“We can talk about that later. Now let’s go.”
    The others started clearing out, Jongho telling you to keep the bow you had on, Seonghwa getting them all out although you were left with Hongjoong. He gave you a smile.
“We took care of everything, so you can just go back to class. No harm in taking a week off cause you were sick.” He kissed your head. “Get some rest. We’ll come back for you when the time comes.”
♥♥♥♥♥
    You were about to say something when your vision flashed red and then faded to black. You don’t know how much time passed but you woke up later to your roommate checking on you. When you got up the first thing you did was take off the bow, seeing the weird look you were getting, not even bothering to try for an explanation.
“I’m glad you’re alive.”
“Huh?”
“Missed you so much last week. You could have left a note before disappearing.”
“Sorry…” You vaguely remembered what Hongjoong had told you was your story. “… it was so… sudden.”
“Clearly, but you’re better now. Right?”
“Yup. All better.”
“Good. I can help you catch up with class.”
“Thanks.”
    You hadn’t missed too much, but you did have to turn in a few assignments late. Your roommate helped you catch up with classes where you needed, and it wasn’t long before everything was back to normal. Everyone thought you had gotten sick and stayed off campus to recover, and the fact that was just widely accepted by your peers terrified you. Those creatures had powers beyond your understanding, but you tried to put that behind you. They were gone, and hopefully they wouldn’t come back. Besides you had other things to worry about, like finals.
“I still can’t believe you disappeared like that without telling me.”
“For the thousandth time, I’m sorry.”
“It was a dumb idea.”
“Kevin!”
“I’m just saying.”
“If I told you I was sick, you would have wanted to baby me or something.”
“Who else was gonna take care of you.”
“My, myself, and I.”
“Funny. You didn’t need me so clearly it wasn’t that bad. You just wanted to ditch class for a week.”
“I pay for those classes, so I can do what I want.”
“But you can’t let your friends know you're taking a mini vacation before finals?” Kevin teased. “I went out into the woods looking for you in an abandoned church!”
“You psycho, you could have died!”
“I thought you were missing! I was about to file a report too.”
“Thanks though, I appreciate the concern.”
“Just don’t disappear like that again or I will find you.”
“You better.”
    The two of you shared a laugh before someone nearby shushed you. The library was a place of silent study, so you had to respect that. And everyone else was cramming for finals, which is what you should be doing too. Once that was over you could relax, looking forward to summer break. Especially to get away from the nightmare you had endured.
“You better come visit.”
“I will.” You assured Kevin. “We can go to all those places you mentioned.”
“Awesome. Looking forward to it.”
“Me too.”
“So, when will you be leaving?”
“I still need to pack, but I plan to head out in the next day or two. Gotta set up proper accommodations.”
“Gotcha, get back home safe.”
“I will.”
“See ya later.”
“Bye, have a safe trip home.”
    You saw Kevin off, feeling a bit jealous that he got to leave campus already. You had to wait a bit to catch a bus to take you back to your hometown. It was alright, the school wasn’t kicking you out, but you knew you were more or less alone on campus. There were still other students around, but you didn’t know any of them. You went to the cafeteria to get some dessert and then returned to your dorm room. At least the place was all yours for the time being. You collapsed in bed, staring up at the ceiling.
“Meow…”
    You jumped up, looking around for the source, thinking you had just heard something. Then a black cat, no longer a kitty, stalked up to your bed, jumping up. You stared at it, shaking your head.
“No, no, no… go away… please.”
“Where’s your bow?”
“Huh?”
“Jongho asked you to keep it.”
    Hongjoong got off the bed, looking through the boxes and luggage you had. Without much thinking you got up and grabbed his hands, not wanting him going through your things.
“He’s gonna be upset if you lost it.”
“Please… just leave me alone.”
“We’re not gonna do that kitten.” Hongjoong reached over to caress your face. “You’re ours.”
“I’m not. You kidnapped me and held me against my will!”
“You’re the one who came to our place.”
“I was manipulated!”
“Perhaps, but that doesn’t change the outcome here. We owe you a debt, and we should repay your kindness.”
“If you really want to do that, you can leave me alone.”
“Hm… I have a better idea.”
    Like before a flash of red filled your vision, but instead of black you found yourself elsewhere. You stood outside the main entrance of what you could only describe as a small mansion. It had been day a moment ago, but now it was dark, and you were surrounded by trees. You were still processing the sudden change in scenery when you noticed Mingi carrying a box of your things up the stairs. You rushed inside and grabbed him.
“What are you doing!”
“Taking your things up to your room.”
“My what? Where am I? What’s going on?”
“You’re home.”
“What!”
    You ran down the stairs, intending to leave and figure out just where you were when the doors suddenly slammed shut. It startled you enough to make you fall back.
“And where do you think you’re going?” Yunho questioned, coming into your line of sight. “It’s past curfew.”
“What… what is this?”
“Home.”
“I said we’d return for you when the time was right.” Hongjoong said, helping you back on your feet. “You’re all finished up for the semester, and we’ve finished the remodel.”
“Remodel?”
“Yes. This place has always been our home, and now that we’re free it felt appropriate to modernize.”
“But… how…”
“We have quite a fortune. So I assure you that you will live comfortably.”
“No… no… I don’t want this…”
Hongjoong sighed. “Kitten, you are-”
“Just leave me alone! I set you free! The least you can do is set me free from you!”
“That’s not gonna happen.” 
    You were suddenly flipped around, staring down Seonghwa. You quickly shut your eyes before anything could happen, but he just chuckled. He wrapped a hand around your throat, squeezing ever so gently.
“Kitty, let me explain something to you so you can understand why you’re here, and why you won’t be leaving.”
“I-”
“Sh, just listen. You broke our curse, and for that we are grateful, but we can’t just let you go. Your essence runs through our veins, meaning we are bonded in a way no one else is. What’s to stop another witch from taking advantage of that to lock us up again, or worse, kill us. You’re our weak point now, so it’s best we keep you close, and keep you safe. Don’t you agree?”
“…”
“Now I don’t want to hear anything else about you wanting to leave, okay? You’re ours now, understand.”
“…”
“Understand?” He squeezed a bit and you nodded frantically. “Good. Now, shall we show you around your new home?”
“She’ll have plenty of time to adjust.” Hongjoong said. “I’d much rather break in her new room.”
“Ah, gonna indulge the little ones?”
“Despite the trouble they have been patient, as have I.”
“Lead the way then. I’m sure they’ll find us soon enough.”
    You felt Seonghwa let you go, only for your hand to be grabbed, pulling you forward. You stumbled on the steps, still not wanting to open your eyes, starting to shake in fear. You managed to pull your hand away.
“Please…”
“We’re not gonna hurt you.” Hongjoong assured. “We’re gonna do quite the opposite.”
    This time you felt someone pick you up in their arms, carrying you up. You thought to fight, but you’d wind up hurt. When you were put down you felt the sheets beneath you, starting to get an idea about what was gonna happen. You felt the bed dip, grabbing onto the sheets, keeping your eyes shut tight.
“Any preference?” Hongjoong questioned. “Or is this all new for you.”
“…”
“I haven’t had the joy of another body in centuries.” You felt a hand caressing your leg. “I might be out of practice, but I promise we’ll be good.”
“… don’t…”
“If it was just us we could indulge in something more fun, but I’ll just get you started.”
    You didn’t know what to expect, but in hindsight it should have been obvious. You felt Hongjoong sink his fangs into your neck, your eyes shooting open at the sudden rush of pleasure. That’s all there was though, he didn’t drink from you, merely wanting to get you in a mood, and it certainly worked. You instinctively pulled up your legs, only for Hongjoong to shove them apart, pushing you back.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk, we’ll take care of everything.”
    A hand grabbed your crotch and you shivered, your head swimming from the bite. You felt someone grab your chin, seeing an out of focus Seonghwa smiling at you, your vision becoming red tinted.
“Just enjoy yourself, kitten.”
“Hm…”
    A lazy smile appeared on your face, which was rewarded with a kiss. Hongjoong stripped off his shirt, helping you get out of yours. His mouth was immediately on one of your breasts, making you moan. Out of the corner of your eye you could vaguely see Seonghwa and Yunho also undressing, the idea of them joining in just making you shiver in pleasure. It wasn’t long before the hand between your legs started moving around, building a fire inside you. A whine escaped your lips, frustrated over your own clothes getting in the way. Someone helped you strip down completely, feeling relieved by the skin on skin contact.
    Everything started blurring together from there. Someone was kissing you, multiple hands caressing your body while one worked between your folds, another playing around with your clit. You were on fire with pleasure you had never experienced before. You didn’t even know who bit you to add fuel to the flames. You couldn’t even register all the new voices, unaware that your scent and noises had attracted the other residents of the house. All of them wanting their turn to play with you. Although they still had to be patient.
“I think she’s ready now.”
    Hongjoong had the others move away for a moment, wanting you all to himself. He peppered you with kisses, pushing your legs apart, rubbing the tip of his cock against your core. You whimpered, gently moving your hips, wanting him to stop teasing and just fuck you. He was more than happy to indulge, using your neediness as an excuse to just go all in with one thrust. You swear your eyes rolled into the back of your head from that, feeling so full and happy, your mouth hanging open in silent ecstasy. 
    He didn’t give you much time to adjust before he started moving, assaulting you with his speed and strength, sending one wave after another of pleasure throughout your body. It only got better as others began giving you more attention. Some lips around your nipples, sucking and tugging, keeping them hard and at attention. Another hand abusing your clit in time with the thrusts, a pair of fingers swirling around your mouth, starting to get yourself covered in your own saliva. It was messy but it felt so good.
    You weren’t entirely sure what drove you over the edge. If it was Hongjoong’s cock, or the sneaky brat who bit into you. Either way you climaxed with your own orgasmic pleasure mixing with pheromones, achieving something your mind couldn’t possibly comprehend. You might have blacked out for a moment there, but you wouldn’t really know as the pleasure never truly subsided. You knew when Hongjoong climaxed, as he kissed you hard, holding you tight enough to leave bruises, but you had no idea when he switched. 
    All you really knew was that you blinked and suddenly Seonghwa was on top of you, a delicious smile on his lips as he looked down on you, shaking your body with all new energy. He took your hands in his, holding them tight, deciding to mark up your neck in another way, leaving behind his own stamp on your body. Now there was way more attention on you. More hands around caressing you, more stimulation to your already exhausted body. Still, Seonghwa wasn’t going to stop, none of them were. This was only the beginning of a long night, with a few unexpected surprises.
    Seonghwa definitely gave you much attention, wanting your glassy eyes looking into his eyes as you climaxed together. He peppered your face with kisses as you came down, well aware that you’d probably lose consciousness soon, so it might be best to let you rest. Of course the others whined, but they’d get their turn eventually. Although Yunho demanded he get to cuddle with you while you rested. Mingi snuggled up to your other side before anyone else could take that spot. You were still floating on cloud nine, given a break to calm down, and then you started purring as you rubbed your head against Yunho’s chest.
“Awe, such a cute little kitty.” Yunho cooed. “You’re adorable.”
    Maybe you actually took a quick nap, but you weren’t fully conscious as the next rounds began. Yunho was certainly happy to have his turn, kissing up your chest, following in Seonghwa’s footsteps and leaving his own marks. It felt like electricity was continuously coursing through your veins, a new jolt frying your brain with every thrust. You still had some strength, just enough to grab Yunho’s head and pull him into a kiss.
“Feels good…”
“I’m happy to hear.”
    At this point any orgasm you had just blurred into the next and the next, as if you never actually stopped cumming. You felt sore but eager as Yeosang began his own assault, giving some attention to your swollen nub. A different feeling traveled down your spine as you felt his fangs dancing around your throat. You knew what he wanted to do, he wanted it to, but the others told him not to, you could only handle so much. And that became very apparent as some of the noises you made were meows.
“Hyung…”
    San had been nibbling on your ear, well aware his turn was next, getting himself hard and keeping his shaft stiff when he noticed something odd.
“Hyung…”
“What?”
“She has ears.”
“What?”
    Everyone looked over to you, immediately seeing what San meant. You had little cat ears on your head. Hongjoong reached over, feeling how soft they were, and gently tugging on them, getting a whimper out of you. They were very real.
“How the hell does she have cat ears all of a sudden?”
“It’s the magic.” Seonghwa said. “We’re bonded.”
“How does that make sense?” Wooyoung questioned.
“The bond does technically go both ways, and given our current activities with her… it’s possible we’re making it stronger…”
“And how does that explain the cat ears?”
“She was purring earlier.” Mingi added. “Like a real cat…”
“With the bond becoming stronger… it seems she’s manifesting some of our abilities. Our non-vampire qualities to be specific.”
“But we can control our transformation.” Jongho said. “She can’t, can she?”
“Highly unlikely. I doubt the ears will go away when we’re done.”
“Will she get a tail?” San asked. “That’d be really cute too.”
“Maybe…”
“Awesome.”
    San nuzzled your neck. The others already playing around with your new ears and making you feel a different type of fuzzy feeling. You kept meowing and purring, swatting at their hands playfully in your drunken state, when you weren’t completely overwhelmed. Despite the rules, Mingi couldn’t help himself, sinking his fangs into you, getting a little taste for himself to add to the experience. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, a recharge of energy flowing through you to keep you conscious to enjoy every bit of his actions.
“Mingi!”
“What? The kitty likes it.”
    Another break was certainly needed, but your new ears definitely didn’t get any rest. San and Wooyoung loved seeing how you reacted, curious as to how you would be once you were back to your old self, assuming the ears stuff around. While messing around Wooyoung was the one who found your tail, entranced by it at first before playing with it as well.
“She’s gonna need new clothes.” Jongho commented. “Especially pants.”
“We can just cut a hole in them.” Yunho suggested. “Easy enough.”
“She still needs a new wardrobe anyway.” Yeosang added. “She didn’t have that much in her dorm.”
“Speaking of, what about her family?”
“I’ll deal with it.” Hongjoong said. “Mingi, you’ll come with me.”
“Awe, do I have to go? Can’t I just stay here with y/n?”
“Two days at most. You can pick someone else to come with.”
“Yunho.”
“Asshole.”
    While they were chatting you were lazily rolling around in bed, nearly falling off before Jongho noticed, getting you back on the bed. You giggled, feeling up his bare chest, resting your head against it and purring.
“I believe Wooyoung gets to play with you first kitty.”
“Meow…”
“Wooyoung.”
“I’m coming.”
    Wooyoung pulled you away from Jongho, peppering your face with kisses. You giggled, loving the attention regardless of who it came from. Wooyoung kissed at your neck, sucking on one of your breasts, a hand trailing down to your core. By now you were a sloppy mess down there, but that just made him all the more eager to add his own juices there. To say you were overstimulated would certainly be an understatement, but with the occasional boost of pheromones you kept going. You happily accepted Wooyoung’s length when he laid you down, a bit of drool slipping past your lips.
    You didn’t have much energy, but he made it up for the both of you. He had patiently waited, and you were still enjoying everything, which is what really mattered in the end. He resisted temptation to bite you, instead sucking on your neck until he left a dark hickey. He loved it so much he kept kissing at it, it was like a little button to make you squirm. It kept you distracted until Wooyoung got more aggressive as he reached his high, making you go cross-eyed for a moment.
“Well that was hot.”
“Hm…”
    Even the slightest of touch would ignite a fire in you, so there was no being gentle anymore. Jongho seemed to be well aware of this as his fingers danced around your body, giving special attention to your new ears. You were going to need days to recover, but he was going to get his fun out of you. He played with your clit, making you whimper and beg for attention elsewhere. He found you far too adorable, wanting to keep this up for quite a while. Eventually he did give you what you really wanted, finally able to know what each and everyone of them felt like.
    Jongho was strong and gentle, wanting to drink in every noise and reaction you made. He kept strong eye contact with you, occasionally playing with something else to keep you on your toes. You held his hands with whatever strength you had left, mumbling his name in such a bliss filled voice. When he reached his high he kissed you, lovingly and hard, wanting to share these feelings with you as much as possible. Of course you weren’t all there, but just enough to appreciate him and everything you felt.
“Good kitty.”
♥♥♥♥♥
    Opening your eyes took so much energy out of you. It was easier to just stay still and sleep, there wasn’t much else to do. Because of that you were in and out of consciousness for who knows how long. You vaguely remembered a bath, being dressed, getting tucked into bed. Sometimes you’d open your eyes to see sunlight peeking into the room, other times it was moonlight. There was no doubt days went by before you were strong enough to get out of bed. You were still shaky on your feet, but at least you were up. You somehow made it out of your room, taking your time down the stairs, but you were bound to draw attention to yourself.
“Where are you going?”
    You were suddenly pulled into Yeosang’s arms, instinctively snuggling against him. You felt him pet your head, and it felt really nice too. Then you noticed you were purring, and snapped out of your daze. You pulled away and nearly fell over but Yeosang held you up.
“Easy there, you should still be in bed.”
“How… how long has it…”
“Almost a week now, but you still need rest.”
“No… no… I…”
“Sh, sh, it’s okay, you’re gonna be okay. Let’s get you back to your room.”
“No!”
    This time you got free from his grasp, but the others had heard you were up, coming to see what was going on. You moved away though, trying to get to the door and stumbling outside. You immediately fell to your knees though, falling into a puddle. The first thing you noticed was your reflection, seeing the ears, and the recovering hickeys on your exposed skin. Your eyes were wide in disbelief as you reached up to your new ears, feeling them and coming to discover they were very real. Then you caught sight of your tail.
“How… what…”
    Wooyoung and San grabbed you and pulled you back into the house while you were distracted. Before you could even come to your senses, Jongho placed a collar around your neck.
“There, now you won’t get lost.”
“What?”
“It’s not like the ribbon, but it’s red with a cute bow on it.”
“No, no, get this off.”
    You were let go, making an attempt to take the collar off, but you couldn’t. Instead you made another run for it only to get stuck. You could reach outside, but the collar wouldn’t allow you to pass through the front doors threshold.
“Bad kitty, it’s dangerous out there.” Hongjoong said, taking your hand. “Come back inside.”
“What did you do!”
“Just a precaution.”
“Let me go!”
“We’ve been over this.” Yunho reminded. “Not gonna happen.”
“Besides.” Hongjoong played with your ears, making you pur. “You’re our pet kitty.”
    You snapped out of it again and stumbled back, looking around at all of them, and once again trying to get the collar off.
“Don’t bother, kitten.” Seonghwa said. “I dabbled in some old magic for that collar. You won’t be taking it off anytime soon. And I love its secondary function.”
“What?”
    In the blink of an eye everything suddenly changed. Your surroundings got bigger, including the boys, appearing like giants to you. Mingi knelt down a bit, such a pleasant look on his face.
“Oh my gosh, she’s so adorable.”
“Indeed.”
    Seonghwa reached down and picked you up, that’s when you realized what this secondary function was. You took in your appearance, your paws and fur, realizing you were no longer human. Seonghwa held you close, all the others petting you, and cooing, and you hated your pleasant response to all of this. Although it was quick to drown out any rational though, making you purr and meow at them in hopes of more love and affection.
“That’s our good little kitty.”
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Yet Were Its Making Good, For This- Tidings Of Life
“Ai my friends, is not life sweet today?” Galadhon asked of his companions, letting himself fall onto his back amidst the soft grass. The stars were twinkling overhead, and the general atmosphere among the captains of Eglador was cheerful. It had become custom over the centuries to meet from time to time for some merrymaking, to discuss matters that had nothing to do with their duties, and more often then not to share some wine or cider or other treats among them. Today it was Beleg who had brought a small sack filled with various nuts, and Galadhon had braved a bee-hive for some honey. 
“And what has you so happy? Apart from the fact that you got the honey again without being stung. You never get stung. How do you do it? I went honey-hunting already when your father was a babe in arms, and still I never manage unscathed.”
They all laughed at Beleg’s mild indignation, but also at his boasting. A tiny elfling climbing up a tree to prod the bees for a dare hardly counted as a serious attempt to collect honey, Mablung thought.
“I talk to them, Beleg. They give it freely.” 
Galadhon’s tone was one he might adopt to explain to a small child something very obvious. 
“Aye, I talk to them, too. But all they ever answer is psssssswwwwwwww”
Beleg made a noise as if of angry bees, which had all his companions double over with laughter. After a while Galadhon sat up again, idly dipping a nut in the honey and popping it into his mouth.
“There is going to be a feast, did you know that?” he asked in response to the question what made him so happy, acting as if the discussion of bees had never been.
“What do you know that we do not?” one of his fellow captains asked suspiciously. Galadhon grinned broadly.
“Many things. But this one, this one is very glad tidings indeed.”
Mablung frowned a little. Thusly announced tidings were always ones of new life, though Mablung felt fairly sure that Galadhon himself was not the one who would welcome a new child into this word, given that his firstborn was still so little. But whatever it was, Galadhon’s joy by itself was a beautiful thing to behold, even if he tried to play over it with his jesting. 
“Say on!” the others urged him, and Mablung inwardly groaned, sure that now Galadhon would make this announcement as lengthy as earthly possible just for the fun of leaving them groping in the dark.
“Have a guess.” Galadhon replied with a smirk, instantly proving Mablung right. 
But only a moment later, he laughed again, saying: “Nay, you cannot guess. Should I tell you, then? Or let you all be surprised tonight at the feast?”
Mablung saw Beleg smirk, and he, too, had to suppress a grin- as if Galadhon could ever have kept silent.
“Oh, go on then. What is this news?”
Galadhon beamed from one ear to the other.
“Before you, my friends, sits no longer the heir to the crown of Eglador, as my dear aunt, our beloved Queen, is expecting her first child.”
There was a heartbeat of utter silence following that announcement, then everyone seemed to be talking at once.
“What?”
“I didn’t think that was even possible! Oh this is wonderful, wonderful news.”
“How did they do that?”
“Well, how do you think they did it? Need we explain to you how elflings are made, little one?” Beleg teased, and the young captain who had asked the question blushed crimson while he endured the others renewed laughter.
“Oh, you know what I mean. It’s not like the Queen is an elf, is she?”
“Elf enough, apparently.” Galadhon answered earnestly. “But they were both quite surprised that it really worked, too. That’s why they kept quiet for so long. But Melian can’t possibly keep the secret any longer now.”
Alone among them, Mablung had kept silent the entire time. He felt both exhilarated and gutted at the same time, unable to explain his feelings even before himself. He had no reason, no right to feel anything but joy, and yet… 
Beleg’s hand on his shoulder tore him out of his musings.
“Are you alright?” he asked in a low whisper. 
“Of course I am. Why wouldn’t I? This is wonderful news.”
Beleg smiled gently, and Mablung knew instantly that he could not fool Beleg anymore than he could fool himself.
“Verily. But you know what I meant.”
Mablung kept quiet for a while, then, suddenly, he burst out laughing.  
“Help me, Beleg…” he wheezed, trying to whisper while still laughing hysterically. Beleg, perplexed, stood beside him, patting his arm somewhat helplessly.
“Can we… can we talk somewhere? Alone?” Mablung managed to say at long last, noticing with horror that the tears that were running down his cheeks were not solely of mirth. Beleg nodded, leading him away into the woods and to the bank of a little brook that ran burbling between rocks. Mablung splashed his face with the cool water, feeling his usual clam returning to him now.
“I’m sorry…”
“Don’t apologise, Mablung. Those news hit you hard, hm?”
Mablung nodded.
“I thought I had outgrown that. I thought I had come to terms with… well, with Elu and Melian and everything.” “And so you have.” Beleg said sternly “You did marvellously, if you would allow me to say so. I am so proud of you, Mablung.”
Mablung was silent for a moment. He truly had thought he had come to terms with it once and for all. His mind was firmly set on the matter, and the gradual change in language had greatly helped him, for he then could use a name to speak to and about his King that he had not uttered in husky whispers while sheathed in him. And yet, being around Elu was still somewhat uncomfortable for Mablung, and being parted from him even more so.
“Please don’t judge me by what I’m going to say now, but… I think that what got to me so much there was… well, to get Melian pregnant, he must have come.” 
Mablung screwed up his face even as he said it, knowing perfectly well how stupid that sounded. “And I see him still, Beleg, I know his expression, I know how he feels… Will that never go away? I so, so want to let the past rest, to let him be happy with Melian and their little one, to…”
Beleg gripped his arm firmly.
“Talk to him. Really. You suffer and he suffers just because you’re too embarrassed to admit to what you had. I know that there’s this silent agreement of what happened on the journey stays on the journey, but you cannot deny the bond of friendship you once had? You know Elu probably better than anyone safe Melian, of course that would come to your mind?” Beleg bend over to him, and pressed a tender kiss to his temple. “I’m here. I’ll always be here. It was I who got you into this mess in the first place after all.”
Mablung wrapped his arms around Beleg’s neck, holding him tight. What ever would he do without him by his side?
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Revelation
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“Isn’t it a bit too soon to come to that conclusion? We should at least look for any clues in this building. If you're right, then we should find some reports from the 10th century in perfect condition.” He didn’t believe his twin to be wrong but, he didn’t want to commit to any conclusion yet. If they did that, they could easily deny any other possibility, even if the truth of the matter was right in front of them. 
“Maybe. This place might be connected to that lab we were in earlier. It was just as old after all.” She pointed out.
The two then nodded before walking down the hallway. It would’ve been easier to split now and cover more ground, then come to one another about their findings later. To do that of course means they would be alone for a time, and neither were keen on that idea. So much so that it wasn’t even a passing thought. To separate from one another was just unthinkable.
Once again, they tried to light the touches on the wall with magic. Once again, it didn’t work. If it wasn’t for the fact they could still conjure their own light, they would’ve assumed their magic was cut off in this place. At least now there was no more fog in this building. Only near the door was there the slightest bit as it crept in through the cracks but, nowhere near as dense as it was outside.
With their hands still entwined, they investigated as much of the first floor as they could. A long echoing hallway, fogged up windows, and empty rooms was all there was to explore. They did their best to explore each room they came across to the best of their ability. The first couple of rooms they came across were not much help. Audience chambers, balls rooms, sun rooms. 
All this did was tell them this castle surely did belong to a king once. Eventually they came across the kitchens. They weren’t hungry, but it was the first room worthy of searching in detail. Still, they didn’t have much hope, as the room held no smell. No smells of fresh food or that of decaying were to be found. In the end, there was no food to be found. Not even a crumb. Which would make sense if the whole town had to leave but, somehow, they doubted the case. 
They found old mouse holes, so it wasn’t like this place shouldn’t hold any rodents yet, not even dropping were to be found. With nothing more to note other than all tools still being there and no dust to be found, they moved on. The next room was the library. Even now, they walked side by side as they browse the shelves, trying to see if anything stood out.
After a moment, Jennifer suddenly came to a stop, nearly tripping her twin in the process.
“What is it?” He couldn’t hold back the equal parts of annoyance for being suddenly pulled and hope that she had found a clue. 
Her attention was solely focused on a book as she then slightly grazed the spine with her finger. 
“I… can’t read.” She whispers.
In any other situation, he would probably slap her for being an idiot. He already knew that. Neither one of them were ever properly taught well anything. That was why he spent most of his free time learning what he could while she relied on… that’s when it hit him what she really meant.
“You… really can’t read it.”
She shook her head. “No matter how hard I try… I can’t. I can’t tap into that power. Not only that but… I can’t hear her.” Jennifer ignored the God inside her as often as she breathed. It was to little surprise it took her this long to really notice. No matter how hard she ignored Leal’s whispers, she could still tap into her powers and do small things. Yet, somehow, for some reason, she couldn’t hear her anymore. She couldn’t read.
Aléx then closed his eyes as he reached out to Em. Unlike his twin, his relationship with his half was more cordial. He didn’t have to constantly hear her whispers, tempting him to act on her will instead of his own. They had already come to an agreement of sorts that allowed him to have more power without having to ask or sacrifice like his twin. Yet, when he reached out to her… he felt nothing. If she was truly gone, then there was no way they two could use magic to conjure light of their own. 
The two were not trained or skilled in magic. Any magic they used required no spills, just will, as they used the God’s magic as if it were their own. The only time they used magic was when they asked their God or any other for magic or power.  In the end, all of their power is burrowed. Still hovering beside them is a ball of light. Proof they could use magic. So they weren’t gone. They were still with them yet, they couldn’t feel them. 
“What the hell is going on?” He said, in slight terror. 
“Aléx… I can’t feel anyone. No matter who I reach out to. I can’t feel their bond.” 
A deep terror was embedded in them. Wherever they were, not only held more power than them but, had stripped them of their connections to everyone. Their familiars. Their Boss. Even themselves. The people they gave a piece of their soul too… they couldn’t feel them now. Even though before, despite carving a piece of their very being out of their body, they could always feel that piece and were connected to whoever held it.
The two then reached for the piece of their friend's soul they always kept on them. Even when holding it in their hands. Even when closing their eyes and reaching out, they felt… Nothing. How was this even possible? Even when holding a soul in their hand, they couldn’t communicate with it. Almost as if it was just an object.
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Chapter Three
A letter had come a couple days later. Rowan sat in his study, pouring over the writing, nose almost touching the paper— he'd lost his glasses again.
The letter read:
Dear Rowan,
I'm afraid I am going to have to ask a large task of you.
See, neither me or Elysia were at the Infernia coronation for a very good reason; a drakon has become wild.
It is as far as it can get from the main cities of Immanis, but our people are worried. No monster has been this enraged without cause before, and we cannot find a reason for its fury.
We ask of you to help us— we cannot tame this beast alone. Though we have many powers, none of them have been useful in this situation, which why we need you.
If you could encase the drakon in either vines or water, we could tame it without being injured. Of course, I understand if you can't— a drakon is one of the most powerful creatures— but I hope we can count on you.
Yours sincerely,
Lavina
That wasn't exactly the way he expected to spend the day, but he was hardly about to deny his help to the people that practically raised him after-
Well, he wasn't about to say no.
Elliott, being the punctual asshole it was, appeared next to him as he was hurrying towards the weapon room, so fast that the demigod had to jog to keep up.
"What's going on?" It asked.
"I don't have time to explain." Rowan said, increasing his speed. "Here." He handed Elliott the letter.
"Oh shit." It muttered. "So, what, you're just gonna go now?"
"Well, what else am I supposed to do?" Rowan asked, turning so swiftly down a corridor that Elliott almost ran into a wall.
"I mean, I know you're powerful enough to trap it but-" Elliott panted. "But we're talking about a drakon here."
"I am aware." Rowan stopped at a pair of particularly grand double doors.
"Yes." Elliott followed as Rowan opened them and walked inside. "However, if the drakon is so out of control that Lavina can't tame it without your help-"
"I will be fine." Rowan said, turning to Elliott. "I've handled worse."
"I know, but." Elliott fiddled with something on its sleeve. "I'm not sure about this. If there's something wrong with the drakon that the queen of monsters or the literal goddess of death doesn't understand, I don't think I want you to tangle in it."
"I don't have much of a choice." Rowan said, searching for one very specific artefact. "They're practically my adoptive parents. I can't leave them."
Elliott's expression softened. "Rowan, I know how you feel about them. But I'm still worried about the drakon."
"You can come with me if that makes you feel better." Rowan looked up.
Elliott gave them a grin. "And cause it'll make you feel better?"
"Perhaps." Rowan resumed his search, an embarrassed blush on his face.
"What are you looking for anyway?" Elliott asked.
"The staff I- um." Rowan's voice was quieter. "The one I.. inherited."
Elliott knew what they were talking about.
"You think that'll help?" Rowan asked, and suddenly, they looked 14 again in their worry, reminding Elliott what it had known from the start— Rowan trusted it more than they trusted anyone else in the 4 realms.
"I do." Elliott said.
Rowan nodded, more to himself than Elliott, moving to the opposite side of the room to continue looking.
"Wasn't it on display?" Elliott asked. "I'm sure I saw it on the wall last time I was here."
"You're immortal." Rowan reminded it. "Since- y'know, it's been moved."
"Ah." Elliott said. "My memories get a little confused after a few centuries."
"I can imagine." Rowan opened an oddly grand cupboard. "Aha!" He took out a staff— the one he'd been looking for— and stood up. "We are leaving now."
—-
They arrived at Immanis to find Elysia and Lavina looking very stressed.
Elysia spotted them first and hurried over to them. "Thank the gods you're here. Rowan, we were hoping you could encase it in something whilst we try to figure out what's wrong with it."
Rowan nodded. "Where is it?" They asked.
"We have it caged for now, but it isn't lasting long." Lavina had joined them. "Elliott, do you have any clue what might have happened to it? We've never had anything like this happen before."
"I don't know." Elliott admitted. "When we can get close to it, I'll try to figure it out."
"Come, we have to hurry." Elysia said, directing them towards a very large metal cage, shaking so violently it looked like it was about to fall over.
As Rowan got closer, a knot of worry tightened in his chest. That drakon was one of the biggest he'd ever seen and would need a lot of restraining, He wasn't sure he had that kind of power, but he had to try.
Rowan raised their staff, concentrating all their strength into it. Vines began to wrap around the cage's bars, thick and strong. They focused further and the vines seemed to solidify, thickening even more.
"Ready?" Elysia called.
Rowan gave a nod and the cage vanished.
They gave a grunt as the weight of the drakon pushed against the vines. It was certainly strong, but the vines were stronger. It wasn't an easy task, however.
The drakon thrashed and reared up. It look all Rowan's strength to hold the cage of vines steady as it did so. It tried to spread its wings, pushing against the vines and Rowan himself was almost knocked backwards with the force. He exclaimed in shock and the drakon whipped around to face him, apparently only just realising that he was the one trapping it.
"Oh shit." Rowan muttered.
It blew a jet of flame towards him, and he sent a water bubble to consume it, narrowly missing his face.
"Do you- do you guys think you could-" He cut himself off to extinguish another spurt of flame directed towards him. "Hurry up?"
Elliott turned in time to see the drakon's fire barely miss Rowan's chest.
"Oh-" It was cut off by the drakon's tail almost decapitating it. "Gods, are you okay?!" It called.
"For now, yes." Rowan grunted with effort. "But soon I may be a scorch mark."
The drakon decided to prove their point by shooting another jet of flame at them, this time aimed at their face.
Before Rowan had time to react, the flame altered course— as though bouncing off an invisible barrier— and was sent right back to the drakon.
It gave a howl of outrage, but was unhurt— drakon hide was fireproof.
"Need a little help?" A familiarly cocky voice asked.
Cyrus.
Rowan glanced around briefly, seeing Cyrus' hair tied into a ponytail and a smirk on his face.
They sighed. "I was managing perfectly, but I appreciate the assistance." Rowan tightened the vines as the drakon folded its wings.
"Keep it like that for as long as you can, Rowan." Elliott called. "I need to see what's up with it!"
"Will do." Rowan nodded.
The drakon was writhing in the cage, spewing fire in every direction. Cyrus was deflecting as many as he could, but some were flying off and hitting the ground.
"I think I have to flood the ground." Rowan decided. "Otherwise we may cause fires."
"You can't." Cyrus said immediately.
"What?" Rowan turned towards Cyrus.
"You can't." He repeated.
"What do you mean, I can't?" Rowan asked. Was Cyrus questioning his abilities?
"I mean- do you not already know?" Cyrus looked embarrassed.
"Just-" Rowan dodged another spurt of flame. "Just tell me before I get incinerated."
"I- look, it doesn't matter, just- just don't flood the place." Cyrus said.
"Alright, but you're gonna need to start deflecting more of these." Rowan ducked.
"Rowan!" Elliott called, looking slightly panicked. "Rowan, there's something wrong with this drakon."
"You're telling me."
"No, I mean it's like it's been.. tampered with." It said.
"What do you mean?" Rowan frowned, becoming worried.
"I mean," Elliott looked equally concerned. "I think someone has done this on purpose."
Now, Rowan was never entirely sure what happened next. Most of it was blurred together, but they remembered a few things.
They remembered feeling a weird cold creeping up the back of his neck. They remembered how it felt like the ground was heaving beneath them. And they remembered hearing echoey shouts as everything went black.
Ah, this part already? Time really does fly.
I've always wondered why Cyrus wouldn't tell Rowan then.
Might have saved him a lot of pain.
-Elliott
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Mc falling asleep next to them
Lucifer:
he had been working nonstop for hours now and the pile of yet to be read and signed documents wasn't getting any smaller
you had been sitting in his study silently working on your own assignments, that was until you've finished them about an hour ago
pacing his room in boredom and looking at the stuff he keeps in his closets (mostly books, records and demonus)
"Could you stop wandering around, you're irritating me!" Lucifer is stressed, annoyed, etc and your sighs, constant footsteps and opening and closing of closet doors, didn't help him to concentrate
you could have left the room and found something else to do, but you were determined to spend some time with him, as the evening work hours are quite literally the only hours where you can be alone with him
so instead you seeked permission for putting on a record to have at least some entertainment, which was both a good and a bad choice at the same time
yes you had something to enjoy and relax to, but the relaxing part worked a little bit too well
after a good ten minutes you were sleeping peacefully, stretched out all over his sofa with no care in the world
"I'm going to take a small break and get some coffee. Do you want something as well?" Lucifer asked only to be met with silence, which he didn't appreciate
he was about scold you for being rude, when his gaze fell on your sleeping form and the words seemed stuck in his throat
how could you sleep so peacefully right next to one of the strongest demons of hell, he honestly didn't know if he was pleased you found comfort in his presence or if he should be annoyed that you don't take him serious enough
nonetheless you seemed to have a good sleep and as this is often near impossible in the House of Lamentation, he decided to let you sleep
he got himself his coffee and once back in his study he moved his workplace to the small coffee table and took a seat next to you on the sofa
he adjusted your form so you weren't hanging half of the edge and put his coat over your sleeping form for some warmth
"Foolish little lamb, letting your guard down in a house of wolves, good thing I'm here to protect you..."
Mammon:
"And then I, the Great Mammon, made an action movie worthy escape and totally didn't run away in a panic, because Lucifer was chasing me..."
he had been telling you how exactly he got into the situation of hanging from the ceiling once again, as you've tried as careful as possible to cut him free, which was harder then expected with the way he kept moving around
once finally free, he dropped onto the ground, whining about the rope burns he got basically all over his body, though demons heal quicker, it still wasn't a nice feeling
with a sigh you offered him your hand and pulled him up and away to your room to give him some of the salve Satan had made you the last time you had accidentally cut yourself while cooking
you sat a flustered Mammon onto your bed while you went ahead and searched through your bathroom cabinets that were filled with products Asmo had gifted you, when you finally found it you asked Mammon to hold still while you put some salve onto his burned skin
"W-what?! N-no way! I don't need your help, I can do that on my own!" and with that Mammon stormed away with your salve and locked himself into your bathroom
you knew better then to argue at this point, Mammon would do what Mammon wants to do...until he fails and seeks protection behind your back...
be it because he is embarrassed, doesn't know how to open the salve tube, or because there were so many rope burns...but Mammon took quite long to apply the crème, leaving you to wait for him for at least half an hour now
helping out Mammon can become quite tiring, not that you mind helping him or don't like being around him, but a nap sounds nice right now
and so you lay down in your bed, it is after all your room, and just because Mammon is currently camping out in your bathroom, doesn't mean that you can't take a nap
Mammon comes out of the bathroom a few minutes later, he probably needed a few more minutes to build up courage to face and thank you, but he is met with the sight of you sleeping on your bed
Mammons brain is working overdrive, trying to figure out if he should leave the room quietly, wake you up or stay and watch over you...then again he doesn't want to be seen as a creep by you, but he can't deny that he would like to stay with you
he carefully climbs into bed and pushes you a bit further in so you sleep on the wall side and don't fall off in case you move, it takes five more minutes until Mammon risks putting his arm around you all while holding his breath in anticipation of your rejection, when none comes he settles a little closer to you and falls asleep as well
"Don't worry my human, the Great Mammon is gonna keep you warm and protected in your sleep!"
Bonus: even though you two fall asleep next to each other with only Mammons arm wrapped around you, expect him to wake up on top of you holding you like your his pillow
Leviathan:
it was 5am and Levi and you were currently waiting in line in front of a shop to get your hands on a new limited edition Ruri-Chan figurine
surprisingly enough even though you turned up quite early, there were a good amount of people in front of you
the shop would only open a 9am so you still had a long time to queue in the coldness of the devildom morning
"Ah that is not fair! We planned everything so carefully, it was the perfect timing, why aren't we first in line?" Levi complained while standing on his tiptoes to be able to see and count the demons in front of him, coming to the conclusion that if everyone were to buy one figurine he'd still be able to buy one for himself...and whatever you might want
you weren't the happiest when he told you about his plan a few weeks prior and getting woken up this early you might have been a little slower than usual in getting yourself ready, now that you were here you couldn't help but feel a little guilty
you tried to cheer Levi up with the argument that if you were longer in line that also meant you could spend more time together, which resulted in Levi turning into a blushing but happy mess
you put down the blanket you've brought and made yourself comfortable on it, Levi joining you but looking a bit stiff from the closeness
you ate a breakfast consisting out of sandwiches made with whatever was left after Beels midnight snack, which wasn't much but better than nothing
afterwards as there was still a lot of time to pass you started to play some games on his Switch, trying to stay awake
the emphasis lies on 'trying', because after 2 hours or so you start to fall asleep, eyelids and limbs heavy, you don't have the energy left in you to fight the sleep and so you nod off, your head falling onto Levis shoulder who had been inching closer over the period of time...to be able to better see the Switch display not to be closer to you...
Levi.exe has stopped working
there he sits red as a tomato with Mc sleeping on his shoulder, the queue in front of him starts to pack up and move as the shop gets ready to open up, his Switch display is showing the game over screen, his mind feels fogged over and he has no idea how to react now
Mc just fell asleep and Levi feels guilty to wake them...but they have to move...
"H-hey Mc? T-the line i-is moving? Wake up....please..." his attempts are way to quiet for you to hear and even as he gently shakes your shoulder you do not wake, leaving Levi quiet in a dilemma
"N-no other choice..." he says as he packs up the stuff alone, leaving only you sitting on the cold floor...he can't just leave you here..
Levi turns into his demon form, his hands shaking and eyes flitting across your from and over the crowd of other demons, before he carefully lifts you into his arm, his tail wrapping around you as well for more stabilization, so he has one hand free to carry his shopping bag later
he never bought something faster than that day, he got his figurine and even bought you some anime merch he knew you had stated to like, all while feeling like he was running the worst fever of his life and receiving stares, giggles and smug smiles from way too may people, that was enough attention for at least a century for Levi...but he did like holding you in his arms
"This is not fair! I have to deal with all the embarrassment while you sleep...but I guess it's okay if it's for you..."
Satan:
Satans last anger fit had caused way more damage than usually, it had taken place in the library when Mammon had tried to steal a very rare book about spells, to sell it after he found out how rare it actually is...now that lead to Satan throwing down and emptying almost all bookshelves and kicking Mammon through the room
While Mammon was strung upside down from the ceiling, Satan was forced to clean up the library alone, but you had pity on him as there were quite a lot to clean up, if Lucifer doesn't find out you helped there will be no consequences
Satans opinion about you helping was split, first of all he was really thankful for the help even though he was at fault for the chaos, having to clean up all alone was a bit much, but on second thought Satan was worried that you tried to go against Lucifers orders, he's proud of you for defying his eldest brother but also feels like it's a stupid idea
but you have made your mind up and so while Satan repairs and stands up the shelves, you begin to put the books in, you might not know the exact way they stood like Satan, but for now getting them off the floor is the priority
there aren't many words spoken as you silently work away, only once in a while you point out a book which got a bit more damage, the cover hanging off loosely or a few pages ripped out, you two decide depending on the damage if it can be fixed or not
every now and then Satan asks you to hold a piece of a shelf together while he fixes it, he is surprisingly fast and knows exactly how to repair it...just as if he had to do it more than once in a while...
"Oh Mc? Can you give me the screwdriver? No no that one, the one with the cross head is what I need..." you had no idea there were so many different tools, and wouldn't be the slotted one sufficient if you just angled it right? Satan just laughs and let's you try it for yourself, only for you to fail, he then shows you how to do it correctly guiding you through fixing your first shelf
"The last shelf is standing again, I'll help you with the book now." Satan pointed out, a small ray of hope now that only the books were left, you didn't reply, which honestly wasn't really necessary, but a small affirming noise would have been nice, so Satan tries to keep the 'conversation' going, while he works on the books with his back turned to you
"...you're still ignoring me? Are you angry at me for making such a mess? You know you didn't have to help...you can go, no need to act like all high and mighty!" he was getting angry again, yes he did make a mess, but he didn't do anything to you! Had he? He couldn't remember, but humans might interpret actions and words differently…he didn't want you to be mad at him, and neither did he want to get angry at you, but with you ignoring him it became quite difficult to keep his voice low
having enough and wanting to make up before it gets worse, he makes his way over to you, who was leaning against a shelf with a book in your hand
as he sits down next to you and turns your body to him through a guiding hand on your shoulder, he startles, you fell asleep in a sitting position? That sounds more like something Belphie would do...Isn't that uncomfortable?
You must have been exhausted after filling up three shelves of books and fell asleep midway on your fourth shelf, Satan chuckles amused and relieved you aren't mad at him but simply sleeping
He picks you up and brings you to your room where he lies you down in your bed, covering you with the blanket and hesitantly stroking your hair before going back to cleaning up the library
"Thank you for being so patient with me and helping me! You can rest now and I'll make it up to you later!"
Bonus: he will most definitely take you out on a date of your choice, even if he doesn't enjoy the idea as much as you
Asmodeus:
Asmo had taken you out shopping, as he claimed his wardrobe was not having the right clothes anymore so he had to get new ones fast
he had dragged you through town for the whole day and you two only returned home late in the afternoon, you completely exhausted and ready to drop in your bed, while Asmo while being slightly tired, still insisted on putting on all the clothes and showing them off to you and his followers on Devilgram
he entrusted you with his D.D.D to take some nice amazing shots of him to gain even more followers, though that seemed impossible as it already felt as if the whole population of hell was already subscribed to his account
but as long as all you had to do was hold the D.D.D up and click the screen for a picture, you were fine, you sat down on Asmos bed trying not to disturb the bags of clothes that lay there as well
Asmos screen lit up nearly every few seconds with a new message, how did this man not get crazy with all the message?! And he must check them all, because whenever you write him, he is on and writing back instantly...maybe you should steal his D.D.D from time to time to get him away from it...
While Asmo was changing into new clothes in the bathroom, you could hear him humming a happy tune, clearly in his element and enjoying his time, which made you happy as well, but the exhaustion was still plaguing you and the bed felt unbelievably comfy and on top of that the humming of Asmo was slowly lulling you into sleep
"Oooh Mc~ I especially like this top! Just look how nicely it fits, it shows of my best parts, which are all of me haha...hey Mc?~ Look at me!" Asmo pouted as you stayed put on his bed, and climbed over your form, already expecting you to start pushing him off, only to get concerned when you don't
then he sees your eyes are closed and you seem to be peacefully asleep, he instantly coos at your sweet sleeping expression, the back of his hand caresses you cheeks softly, but you don't react much besides moving a bit into am ore comfy position
Asmo backs off and begins to put down his bags, then he tucks you under his covers and climbs right in with you, pulling you close so that you lie on his chest, his arms encircling you to keep you put
the pictures for Devilgram are forgotten for now, they're not running away anyway, you two can continue another time, but for a beauty nap sounds good
"Oh Mc! You look so cute when you're sleeping...next time tell me you need a break, I'm happy to cuddle you while you're recovering!"
Beelzebub:
you had decided to stay a bit longer at RAD today, because you still had something to discuss with one of the teacher, as well as doing some research for an essay that was due next week
most of the brothers had already left for home or different work related activities, except Beel who had Fangol practice today after school, and as you were not allowed to walk around the Devildom without someone accompanying you for protection, all that was left for you was to wait for Beel to finish his practice, which usually took place for about two hours
you sat down on one of the benches at the side of the field, waving to Beel so he knew you where you were and could keep an eye on you
you worked away on your homework and checked you D.D.D from time to time replying to all the messages you got
the practice seemed to be still not finished even after two hours had passed and you were getting a bit tired from sitting around, but you also couldn't just wander off, Beel might start worry...plus the risk of running into a less friendly demon was still a thing
so you shifted from one position into another not really being able to get comfortable on the hard wooden bench
the ground seemed to be comfier with every minute passing, and so you lay down ignoring the weird looks of the team and trainers, you're body simply wasn't made to sit on this bench longer than necessary
"Here you can wrap yourself in this...it's getting cold. Training is almost over, just hold out a few more minutes!" Beel came over and gave you his jacket and you quickly put it on revelling in his warmth
but here is the problem the jacket made you feel so comfortable that you fell asleep, right on the floor next to a few dozen demons
"We're finished! I'm hungry, let's go get something to eat, any wishes what you want?" Beel was packing his stuff and rambling on about how he could eat at least one year worth of food, training having starved him quite a lot
but when you didn't respond he grew worried and kneeled down next to you, gently resting his hand on your side, he simply laughed when he saw you fell asleep, he is used to it due to Belphie, so he carefully picks you up and carries you home, deciding to order food once there
just Beel giving you a piggy back home, softly smiling to himself and being happy you've come to be so at ease around demons..still at bit worried, but he'll protect you, no worries
"I'll stay by your side until you wake up...and then we can eat lots of good food...please just don't sleep too long or I might have to eat before you wake up."
Belphegor:
so there he was, sleeping, on your bed, in your room, without an invitation...and honestly it wasn't even a surprise anymore, coming home after a work shift at Hell's Kitchen and just wanting to sleep, but no there was no space for you on the bed
I have no idea how, but he manages to occupy the whole bed, and hog blanket and pillows to himself as well
if only he was easy to wake, just to tell him to move over, but no he wouldn't wake up unless you pulled the big guns and nobody wants to face the consequences after one dumped water bottle on his head, it would be a hundred times easier and less dangerous to wake Satan
but you were really tired and just wanted to cuddle into your bed, maybe you could maneuver him with a bit strength..actually forget that...you could always call Beel for help to carry him to his own bed, but by the way he was clinging to your blanket and pillows, that would only end in a empty mattress to sleep on and then you would get cold...
honestly it was his own fault at this point you had threatened him to do it, but he had just laughed it off...
and so you climbed into bed and lay down on top of him, wrapping your arms around him so that you would get at least his body warmth if not the blanket
to your surprise he didn't wake up and he was really comfy, his rhythmic breathing was really relaxing and it didn't take you long to fall asleep
after some time Belphie wakes up with you wrapped around him, he quickly realises that you're asleep, but is stunned nonetheless that you would actually have the guts to sleep on top of him with the risk of waking him up in a bad mood
"That's quite bold of you! You didn't think I will let that slip though, right?" he chuckles amused but shifts nonetheless to make room for you, his embrace is tight, and he hopes just a little bit that you wake up, so he can tease you, but you stay asleep looking content with your new position
"I suppose I could go for another nap...now that I have my favourite pillow with me, sleeping will be even better!" he cuddles you, just like the blanket and pillows...which you don't get any of by the way, but you get Belphie so that's even better, he's gonna keep you warm, don't worry
"You're such a odd human...no idea why I like you...anyway just stay here in my arms and sleep!"
Diavolo:
yesterday was amazing, Dia had taken you to a trip in the human world and you had showed him around, visiting as many places as you two could
what you didn't know was that he had actually sneaked out of the castle to spend time with you
well you didn't know until a very angry Barbatos opened a portal right in front of you two and started lecturing Dia for at least one hour
you felt a bit guilty that you were the indirect cause of this and quickly apologised to him promising to make it up
so here you were in Dias office, overseeing him to do his work so he couldn't sneak out again and Barb didn't have to find him
after all if the reason for sneaking out was right in his room then he had no reason to go, besides the intimidating amount of work left on his desk after yesterdays excurse
Dia worked concentrated for most of the time, only now and then staring out of the window or talking to you
"Isn't it boring to watch me work? I can work alone, I promise to run away...or else Barbatos might get a heart attack from shock of seeing me gone again" he chuckled while signing another document
you reassured you didn't mind sitting next to him in silence, you had a good book borrowed from Satan, tea and cookies from Barbatos and you could stare at Diavolo all day long
your last statement made Dia flush red quite quickly and he tried to distract himself with his work, he slouched over in his chair trying to escape your gaze, but you were having none of it
your arms snaked around his waist and your head came to lean on his shoulder, Dia stiffened not sure how to react he liked the feeling of you hugging him, but now he was scared to move too much as not to disturb you or accidentally hit you with his elbow while trying to write
after a few more documents his eyes flit over to your face, cheek squished against his shoulder, eyes closed and breathing calmly
"Mc? Are.. are you sleeping?" he is whispering trying not to be too loud in case you are truly sleeping, and that you are! A soft smile graces his lips, nobody was ever this relaxed around him, he is proud and wants you to stay asleep as long as possible
he keeps working until Barbatos knocks on the door, coming in and announcing to have brought more tea, only to stop when he sees the sight in front him, Mc holding onto Dia, head resting on his shoulder and sleeping, while Dia put his finger to his lips to tell him not to be too loud
you sleep for an hour or so until Dia really has to move, apologising multiple times for having to wake you
"I'm glad you're able to relax around me, please continue to be yourself! My shoulder is always there for you to nap!"
Barbatos:
"You liked the cake that much? I'm flattered! I could teach you how to make it if you'd like?"
you had been over for tea at the castle and the chocolate cake with black-as-hell cherries was the best cake you've ever ate, it was bittersweet in taste not too much sweetness and not too much bitterness, paired with the melting chocolate, you could have eaten the whole cake on your own
you doubt you'd be able to get the same ingredients in the human realm but maybe you could find similar ones, so you were more than willing to learn with Barbatos
and so you arranged to meet the next Sunday afternoon for a baking session
Barb let you into the castle already awaiting you at the door even though you were early
you two worked on the cake, Barb explaining each step carefully, even for the easiest steps he takes his time to explain and help you, being very patient with you no matter how much you screw up
"Next we have to melt the chocolate in a pot. Wait a minute I turn on the stove for you" while you put the chocolate pieces into a pot, Barb moves behind you and turns on the stove, his arms brushing your sides, yet he stays fully focused, what can't be said for you
the cake is put together quickly with you two working together and while it bakes in the oven and the chocolate is meting, you two go ahead and start cutting and coring the rest of the cherries to decorate the cake later
"Here have a taste, they're bitter at first but the aftertaste is nicely sweet!" He holds out a cored cherry for you to taste and eats one himself, smiling gently at you while you sniff at the fruit first, which smells exactly like a normal human world cherry
the only thing left to do is wait for the cake so you two sit down for some tea at a small table in the kitchen, talking about the week, when Diavolo calls for Barb and he quickly excuses himself to help the prince out
the sweet aroma of the baking cake, the warmth of the tea and the very comfy chair you're sitting in, are a dangerous combination making you fall asleep
as Barb returns he sees you with your head lying on your folded arms on the table, clearly asleep, Barb decides to eave you there while cleans the kitchen and checks on the cake half an hour later
"Mc? The cake is ready to be decorated do you want sleep or do you want to help me?" somewhat embarrassed you stand up and help him with the decorations , Barb acts if nothing happened but he can't help but think about your gentle expression while you slept
"Next time I'll let you sleep longer... I wouldn't mind if you visited me for your naps if that meant I could see you more often."
Solomon:
learning magic was many things: exciting, frustrating, dangerous, fun...but sometimes it also was unbelievable boring
like when you think about magic, you think about casting charms, curses, making potions and all that stuff, but nobody told you that beforehand you have to learn everything about the new spell or etc in theory!
so here you were sitting with Solomon as he rambled on about how while the shrinking charm could have really bad side effects if casted wrong, sure it was important to know how to cast it correctly but did you really have to listen on to everything that might go wrong?
listening to all this just make you feel less confident, I mean technically you were practicing with a tea cup to shrink, so shrinking only a part of it wouldn't be too bad of a side effect, but what if you used too much pressure and made the cup explode and you'd hurt Solomon in the process?!
You took a deep breath, which made Solomon stop talking as he looked at you questioningly
"Anything wrong? Already giving up? Is it toom much?" his light teasing was meant to make you relax, but all you could do was give a small, stiff smile, signalling for him to continue and he did, after messing up your hair with his hand giving you a huge grin, but he talked slower now giving you more glances to make sure you were still alright
"How about a small break? I'll make us some tea..." he stood up and made some tea...in a beaker over a Bunsen burner..this weirdo..
the tea didn't taste weird though, it was just normal tea, even though the preparation would have made Barbatos get a stroke
after the break he was back to full tutor mode and your concentration slipped with each new word, until your head falls down, your chin resting on your chest comfortably, you had fallen asleep right before him
Solomon notices instantly that you're asleep and starts laughing so loud that you wake up again, he is crying and gasping for breath at your flustered state and you hit for good measurement on the arm
"Am I that boring? Fine if you're tired you can rest on my bed. I'll read you a bedtime spell book..." he doesn't stop laughing and teases you endlessly, you better be on your toes around him, you won't be hearing the end of this
"Hey sleepyhead? Do you want me to read you into boredom? I won't take pictures of your sleeping and drooling self...No promises made though..."
Simeon:
He was staring blankly at his manuscript, writers block had been plaguing him for quite some while now, but the new chapter had to be sent to the company until next week
you had offered to help him out maybe you could give him some ideas, so he invited you over and let you read the latest chapter so you'd know what had happened
you sat in his room brainstorming ideas on a small extra sheet trying your best to help Simeon out who looked quite lost
"Do you think that would work? Doesn't if feel a bit too rushed? But maybe if we combined these two ideas together..." he seemed to had found something and began to roughly write up a plan for his further writings
he continuously asked you questions about the smallest details, it was kind of cute that he relied so much on you, he probably could have done the rest himself as well, yet he kept involving you into the whole process
while his one hand scribbled like a madman, his other rested on your arm occasionally lightly squeezing it, reminding you that he didn't forget about you
you slowly fell asleep, the sounds of each others breathing, the pen scratching over paper and the ticking of the clock hanging on the wall, the inly sounds to be heard
"What about this part? How do you think it could go from here?...Mc?" he wasted no time in making sure you were lying comfortably, putting his cloak over your form and still squeezing your arm from time to time while he continued to write late into the night
only then did he notice, the brothers might worry about your absence, should he wake and bring you home? or should he let you sleep here and inform Lucifer about your safety? but the sofa you were currently sitting on, would make your back hurt if you continued to sleep here
it took him some time debating with himself, but came to the conclusion to carry you to his bed and tuck you in, giving you a forehead kiss like he was used to with Luke, only to realise what he'd done and quickly scrambling away in embarrassment to give Lucifer a quick call about the situation
"Have sweet dreams my lamb! I'll be guarding you in any realm, even the dream realm!"
Luke:
Luke, Simeon and you were having a small movie evening, watching some old Disney movies
Simeon didn't allow you to watch something else to protect Luke, but you didn't mind too much
you were having some freshly made desserts by Luke who had worked on them the whole day, as he was very excited for your meetup
you watched a few movies, talking, laughing and joking together, just having fun
"Huh? They called the mean cat Lucifer? Hahah how fitting, he kind of even looks like the real Lucifer! Ah, don't tell him that though!" Luke really liked to compare the different characters to the people he knows, but when there actually were a cat called Lucifer he was quite surprised...who would want their cute pet to be called like a demon? Why not call them angel names? Michael is a pretty cool name...
over the time you became more and more tired and Simeon seemed to notice, suggesting on stopping for today and continuing another time, but Luke convinced you two of one more movie
unfortunately you didn't last the final movie and fell asleep cuddled underneath the blanket between Simeon and Luke
Luke took some time to notice, only seeing it when he turned to you wanting to tell you his opinion about the last scene
"Oh! Simeon... Mc fell asleep..." Simeon already knew, as you had fallen onto his shoulder, not that he minded, he just told Luke to stay quiet and watch the rest of the movie
Luke cuddled up to you to keep you warm and occasionally glanced at you to make sure you were okay, and there cuddled next to you he as well fell asleep...trapping Simeon underneath your combined weight, making it impossible for Simeon to get out of the bed, so you three just slept together that night
"Don't worry Mc! I'll keep all demons away from you while you sleep!"
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yn-ymn-yln · 3 years
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Hey there! Hope you're doing well! I'd like to request a Kol Mikaelson X reader where the reader is a child psychic (12-15) that Kol low-key adopts. Like the Mikaelsons find about this kid with "gifts" and try to locate her but when they do they find out that her parents are physically abusive and trying to repress her abilities. So, the Mikaelsons gang saves her and she lives with them and at first Lol only really cares to study her abilities but he eventually realizes she's kinda a mischievous little whack-job of a human and he's like: "This is my child now." You can choose what sort of psychic power the reader has. (Ex. Empathic, telepathic, telekinetic, foresight...) Thank you!!!!
*Thank you for the request and your patience love! I hope you like it!*
Black Sheep
Kol had been watching you for a few days now. He had gotten wind of your abilities from the witches in the quarter, but was determined to see if you were worth his time himself.
From distant observation alone he could tell you were an empath, though he wasn’t sure just how far your abilities could go.
Could you control other people’s emotions?
Had you even scratched the surface of what your powers could actually do?
Listening intently from the corner of your street he hears the disturbing sound of your pleading.
“I won’t do it again! I promise! PLEASE DON’T LOCK ME IN HERE!”
“You’ve left us no choice Y/f/n, you’re a danger to everyone around you, there are consequences to your actions.” Kol’s head lifts at those words, he had heard a rendition of that more than once, listening to you endure the same treatment cracks his inhuman exterior slightly. It didn’t take a genius to see that you weren’t dangerous, just different… A black sheep, like him. Without much thought Kol makes a decision, one that could very well leave him daggered, in a box for the next century.
“I’m sorry, you what?” Staring into the eyes of Klaus, Kol doesn’t back down from the choice he’s made, whether or not it was a mistake was still up for debate.
“They’re an empath, I figured they could be of use to us.” Without another word and before things could get heated, Elijah shows you to one of the many spare rooms that litter the compound.
“Did he kill them?” Your voice is soft and unsure, your age shining through despite your predicament. Although you were looking for reassurance Elijah was quite finished with Kol’s antics.
“Sleep. We can discuss things further in the morning.” He turns away at that, leaving you with the uncertainty of your parent’s survival and the unsettling feeling of a strange bed.
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As the months progressed so did your abilities, under Freya’s watchful eye you had learned more about your powers than you thought possible, which got you into trouble. A lot.
Running up the stairs of the compound you desperately attempt to reach your room before Klaus got wind of your little prank, though the vampire in your path did little to aid you in that endeavor.
“And where are you off to?”
“No time to explain, HIDE ME.” Jumping into the arms of your rescuer, your eyes widen at the vicious yell from the living room.
“Y/N!!” Glancing from you to the end of the stairs Kol immediately releases you, laughing loudly at your unceremonious landing. Within a second Klaus is in front of the two of you, eyes blazing with fury.
“You little brat.” Before things could escalate further you dulled the emotions raging through the hybrid’s mind, lulling him into a false sense of security.
“I’m sorry Klaus, I promise it won’t happen again.” Your smile to others would seem apologetic but to Kol was as mischievous as they came.
“It’s alright love, no worries.” Glancing at Kol you can’t help the small giggle that bubbles from within you.
“Your abilities seem to be coming along well.”
“Yeah… Freya’s really helped a lot.” It was awkward, Kol hadn’t spoken to you much since saving you, though you had spotted him watching from the door while you and Freya practiced on occasion.
“Better hide before he realizes what you’ve done.”
“Done again, you should say.” As if on cue Klaus’ booming voice rips through the compound for the second time.
“WHERE IS THAT LITTLE MONGREL!!!”
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Try as he might to keep his distance, Kol couldn’t help but feel a kinship towards you. You were a trouble maker. From playing pranks on Elijah, to dulling Klaus’ rage in the presence of his enemies, you were the culprit to some of Kol’s favorite crimes. Of course, a case could be made that you were certifiably insane, but what was the world without a little chaos?
“DON’T TOUCH THAT!” Jumping a mile Freya whips around to face you, eyes wide.
“Why?! It’s just a rock?!”
“My socks keep going missing, so I’m leaving an offering to the house troll.” Mouth agape, Freya isn’t quite sure if you were serious or not.
“Y/n there is no such thing as a house tro-”
“SHHHHHHHH! He’s always listening.” In true twelve-year-old fashion you bolt behind the couch, eyes constantly watching the rock perched on the window.
“KOL! COME GET YOUR CHILD PLEASE!” With a furrowed brow Kol enters the living room, eyes landing on your squinting form from your semi hidden position.
“Uhh…” Sighing loudly you go through the explanation again, never once looking away from your trap.
“That’s why I’m waiting here.”
“So the house trolls will leave you alone?” Kol’s confusion bleeds into his question.
“No! So I can get my socks back from the greedy bastards. They messed with the wrong kid.” Shaking his head Kol kneels next to you in your makeshift trenches.
“How long do you intend to wait?”
“As long as it takes.”
When Rebekah enters the war zone twenty minutes later, she’s greeted with a sight that melts her heart. You were fast asleep on Kol’s lap, mouth wide open, face pointed towards the ceiling. Kol wasn’t much better, head resting against yours with his eyes closed.
“So much for hunting trolls.” She can’t help the smile that forms as the words leave her mouth. Her brother truly was a child. Good thing he had you to play with.
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Your thirteenth birthday was something Kol was admittedly not prepared for, not because of the balloons or the obvious sugar rush you were sporting, no those things he could handle. What he couldn’t handle was the effects of time already taking their toll. You were a year older now than when he had saved you, features slowly morphing and changing.
How long did he truly have left with you?
That thought alone turned the cheery celebration into something much more debilitating. Somewhere in the back of Kol’s mind he’d thought about changing you, turning you in the middle of the night like his parents had done to him. Could he do it? Rip away everything you have ever known for his own selfish want to have you around forever? Watching the joy break out across your face as you open presents, he doesn’t think he could.
As the night winds down Kol goes in search of you, fully prepared to compel you to sleep off your sugar high. When he finds you fast asleep on the couch, stuffed bear he had bought you gripped tightly in your grasp, he lets out a quiet chuckle.
“Dad?” With your groggy whisper Kol’s freezes in place. You had never called him that, refusing to emotionally attach yourself to any one after what your parents had done, though your tired state didn’t seem to mind all that much.
“What’s wrong?” He doesn’t acknowledge your slip up, too concerned with the moisture building in the corners of your eyes.
“Bad dream.” Lifting you into his arms, he shushes you gently.
“It’s alright little one, I’m here. I won’t let anyone hurt you.”
“Promise?”
“Promise.”
Watching you sniffle quietly and burrow into his embrace, Kol knows no matter how much it hurts, or how little time he had left with you, he would never let himself be the source of your sadness.
After all black sheep had to stick together.
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Brothers React to a Demigod MC 
So, I've gotten some interest to do a Brothers follow-up to a previous request of mine (Undateables React to a Cute, Badass MC), however, I've thus far refused to write one. Honestly, this HC actually plays on a trope I personally dislike and had it not been a request I would have never done it to start with. I just can't see any reasonable way a non-magic human can beat a bunch of demons, I just can't, and that hinders my imagination quite a bit. …But someone who’s not so human? That I can get behind. Fair warning, I grew up with the Percy Jackson series so that’s going to paint quite a bit of how I see modern demigods. Ready for things to get super-ultra fanfic-y for a bit?
Intro:
The day to kidnap bring the exchange students to the Devildom has finally come and the demons have all gathered in the Council Room to open their portal to the human world. Really, things started without a hitch - the portal opened with and their future student dropped down out of it and landed on the floor… before they suddenly leapt up, pulled out a weapon, and lunged at them!
… This isn’t your normal human, it is?
Lucifer
Oh Devil, this couldn’t have been any farther than what they wanted… They were looking for a human and they managed to pull out a halfling! A divine halfling no less!! Why wasn’t this in their file?!
Look, Lucifer might not be on good terms with his father, but even he knows he had it better than any children of the pagan gods… The levels of petty vindictiveness that run through that bunch are literally the stuff of legends...
After he and Barbatos were able to restrain the MC before they hurt themselves or anyone else, Diavolo explained everything to them and gave them a pardon for attacking the Demon Prince on sight… After they identified themselves and their parentage, Lucifer knew they were in for some shit…
He and Diavolo had to iron out an apology letter to their godly parent for days just to keep from saying anything that could accidentally cause a second Troy or worse... It was a mess...
But on the bright side, the “human” came pre-prepared for fighting monsters and demons, which honestly took a bit of a load off his shoulders. That’s less responsibility for Mammon - and in his experience, the less responsibility Mammon has, the better things usually turn out.
… Though their ability to actually hold their own in a fight did make things complicated sometimes - like whenever he was their perceived opponent... 
He wasn’t expecting to have to manage a being that was actually capable of meeting him toe-to-toe on the battlefield and it did hinder his intimidation factor to some degree…It was hard to be threatening to someone who’s likely faced worse than you could ever offer.
In the end it probably worked out for the best, as a live exchange student is better for Diavolo than a dead one - but man did it get on his nerves until they made their pact together… Be scared of him, dammit!
Mammon
The first time he tried to threaten the human, they straight up pulled out a weapon and looked like they were ready to whip his ass!! Didn’t they know he wasn’t being serious?? 😫
He really didn’t know why he had to be on babysitting duty, anymore... This huma-er demigod could handle themselves just fine!
When he first ditched them with Levi, he later found out they managed to cleanly toss his brother over their head and make a break for it all by themselves! And Levi’s no pushover either!!
Later, he saw them getting ambushed on their way back from school and they soundly knocked out about five demons before he even caught up to them… and he’s, like, fast and stuff… 
Their strength is kind of unreal at times, but he could tell they were still far from a mindless killing machine. They were more or less a normal person, they had wants and dreams like anybody else, but they just happened to be a long stronger than the average mortals around them. 🤷‍♀️
After he eventually got to know them and a bit about how their life worked, he felt a little bad for them... Who wants to be hunted down just for being born?
After learning about their struggles, Mammon ended up resolving to help keep them safe (even if a part of him knew they didn’t need him that much).
I mean, if the whole world’s against you, then you can use all the help you can get... right?
Leviathan 
Levi found out exactly one thing about them within the first two minutes of meeting them… their reflexes were killer.
After Mammon ditched them on Day One, he tried to drag the human to his room to tell them his genius plan but they broke out of his grip and threw him flat on his back like was just second nature! 
He was stuck on the ground for a full minute, trying to process what just happened, while they ran off into the House all alone…
Did he just get tossed around… by a human?? Was he really that pathetic!?!
Finding out later that they were actually half-god certainly helped out his self-esteem because, man, if he had lost so easily to a human of all things... He might have just never left his room again…
Levi pretty much kept his distance from them until they finally made a pact together and then he discovered that the MC wasn’t so scary after all. If he’s being honest, being in the same house as a demigod was actually kind of cool...! 
Like, it was almost exactly the plot of the show: “Wait, I Thought I Was the Son of a Pagan God So What Am I Doing in a Christian Hell??” but their MC seemed to know a lot more about fighting than the protagonist of that show ever did…
Plus, because he never had to worry about their safety, he had even more excuse to never leave his room. Win-win!
Satan
A demigod, eh…? He had done plenty of research into human world mythologies in his spare time, frankly he thought the old gods had died out - but it seems they were still up and kicking… and making babies for whatever reason? Horny bastards...
Satan's original interest in the MC was purely academic. It’s not everyday that you get to meet someone of such a unique heritage and he fully intended to learn if all the legends about their greatness were true… and well...
He could say that the MC was certainly different than how he pictured humans being. He’d never met very many before, but from what he could gather they were a weak race that really got by on wit and persistence… However, nothing about the MC was weak.
Their aptitude for combat was surprisingly sharp, both in skill and reflexes. He had once blown up at them in anger and not only did they dodge his swipes but they got in a good few hits themselves with a nearby lamp… He never once thought a mortal could give him a black-eye but, somehow, they pulled it off. 🤷‍♀️
Combine their physical skill with what magical gifts were granted to them by their godly-half and they were a force to be reckoned with… Even Solomon seemed to hesitate and think more about his actions around them (which is saying something for a sorcerer of his strength).
It’d be fair to say a part of him grew to respect the MC long before they ever made their pact and that respect only grew afterwards. If he had to be bound to any master, human or otherwise, he’d rather it be one that he could right about consider an equal not only as a friend, but in strength as well.
Asmodeus 
A demigod…? Oooo, he hadn’t come across one of those since he bedded Aeneas all those centuries ago… Such a gorgeous man, got all his looks from his mother~! 🤭
Asmo was probably the most interested in their godly heritage, but it felt like he was treating them like a zoo exhibit for a while… Something pretty and new to look at, but not exactly someone he wanted to know personally...
He openly and readily admitted that watching their little demigod in action got him hot and bothered (or well, more hot and bothered than usual ) but it didn’t take him to see they weren’t interested at the time…
He decided that he just had to have a pact with them after they saved him from Henry 1.0! It was before he noticed the giant snake and he was lurching back to strike, but the human swept in to knock him out of the way. They probably could have made mince meat of the creature themselves if Levi weren’t begging for them to spare his former pet...
Post-pact Asmo treated them with a lot more respect… but also still fanboyed over their fighting skills hardcore. 
Like, their body had to be fit to keep up with all those monsters, right?? What was their training routine? Could he watch?? Oh please say he can watch!! He just can’t get enough of that fighter’s physique…! 😍
Beelzebub 
So… the human isn’t a human but only part human? And the other part is a god? Does that make them any sturdier than normal humans…? Call him curious…
Beel was probably one of the few brothers who was legitimately weary of the MC from the beginning… He can get a certain feel for a person pretty quickly and something about them just felt…frankly, kind of dangerous.
But they also intrigued him a little… Beel’s used to being one of the strongest demons in any room he walks into (not a boast, just a fact) so for him to get that feel from a mortal was pretty impressive. A part of him just wanted to test them… you know?
So. He did. He asked them to help him train his martial arts one day and even with his awareness, he was not expecting the results that he got.
The MC was strong. Very strong. They were not only able to keep up with him and dodge his blows, but they were able to predict his moves and counterattack in kind. They didn’t even need to tell him that they had actually been fighting for their life for years, he could tell. They had a skill you don’t get from practice matches...
After that point, the two would go to each other to train and keep their skills sharp… but also just to spar for fun. Their fighting styles made a pretty good match and they bonded pretty damn quick because of it. 
If anime tells us anything, when you find a good fight buddy, you stick with them. Even if one’s part god and the other is a demon. 🤷‍♀️ 
Belphegor 
A demigod is still human enough to hate, sorry MC. Not that he knew about their godly heritage at first…
Really, he should have been a little more suspicious of how easily they seemed to take to life in the Devildom... Weren’t demons supposed to scare humans? Why did they seem so comfortable down here...?
His confirmation only came when he tried to enact the final part of “Use the MC to Escape the Attic!” plan and take their life to seal the deal… but oh boy, was he outclassed real quick… 
The MC had already socked him in the jaw by the time he got his full demon form out and then they threw him across the room by the tail… the TAIL!! And it hurt like a bitch, too!! Even during the full blown fight that followed, he could tell they were holding back and it pissed him off something fierce...!
Why was the MC so strong?!? Humans weren’t supposed to be strong!!!
His brothers heard all the commotion and the Lilith confrontation ended up happening up in the attic between a somewhat beat-up Belphie and a barely-scratched MC. Had Beel not come to his defense on instinct, it might have turned out worse for him in all honesty… Something about that human just wasn’t right…
He only found out about their god-half after everything settled down and he promised not to try killing them again (not that anyone thought he could...) and that put some things into perspective. So the Lastborn Ruler of Hell isn’t as strong as one mortal demigod…? Ouch. Okay, fine then... Whatever...
He does think it’s too bad he missed them beating the crap out of the rest of his brothers, though (minus Beel)... That would have been fun to see. 😔
So I tried to keep this one God-parent neutral, but I’ve upgraded this to its own series! Check it out if you’re interested! 😊
Demigod MC Series: Intro, Aphrodite, Hermes
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Pairing: Gojo x Roality/Sorcerer!Reader
Summary: Yuji was told by his sensei that someone very special was coming to evaluate his new cursed energy.
Warning: fem pronouns, slightly suggestive, hickeys, established relationship.
a/n: naruto's anbu uniform is what i based reader's outfit off, so keep that in mind i guess? i apologize if i forgot some tag in the warnings, feel free to point anything out to me. thank u and enjoy <3
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“How pontual” Gojo smiled when he felt your presence on the top of the building he was standing along with Yuji.
“Huh?” Yuji looked around confused till he saw a black silhouette behind him.
“Hope you don’t mind Yuji-kun, I wanted a professional opinion and called a friend”.
“Are you sure this is the best place to do this Gojo?” You asked going around the boy with pink hair staring at his figure and sensing his cursed energy.
The building you agreed to meet him was one of the tallest in Tokyo, you could barely see the people on the streets from here.
“Sensei, is your friend a ninja?” Yuji asked, staring back at your figure, your black outfit left no skin to be shown while the kitsune mask covered your whole face and two swords remained crossed at your back.
“You worry too much Princess, don’t you believe I am the strongest?” You frown upon the use of the pet name. Yuji tilted his head to the side.
“I just don’t want things to go out of control” you moved your hands to remove the kitsune mask, your identity would still be protected by the mask that covered your nose and mouth beneath it, but Gojo stopped your hands as soon as you approached him.
“Keep it on until we finish okay?” He smiled, although he did not say anything else this was enough for you to understand he did not want the curse inside Yuji to cross eyes with you. “I’ll explain later, Yuji, now can you give us ten seconds with Sukuna?” Gojo stretched his arms preparing for a quick battle.
You moved to the corner of the building to give him space but still keeping an eye on the pink haired kid.
He was so young...
Black marks soon appeared on the kid’s body and the new cursed energy overwhelmed you making a shiver run up your spine.
As the heir of a clan that for centuries has the ability to control cursed energy, this scared you.
Sukuna’s energy was enough to destroy a big city like Tokyo as easily as a snap of a finger. In the past your clan helped Sukuna by increasing his cursed energy during battles but in the end, your clan also helped destroy Sukuna by suppressing his cursed energy as much as they could. Gojo asked you to come watch a quick demonstration, if the plan succeeded and Yuji managed to live long enough to eat all Sukuna’s fingers, it would be just a matter of time until the king of curses took control of the vessel and attempted some kind of mass destruction. If the time comes you wanted to be able to perform the same act that your clan did in the past.
Although, since Sukuna’s downfall your clan did not act as sorcerers anymore, instead they turned into rulers and politicians, living in big cities as Tokyo and controlling cursed energy just by existing there, a natural balance to the modern world, they would tell you, but none of this changed your mind when you decided to break the chain and become a sorcerer almost ten years ago.
The fight started when Sukuna ran towards Gojo murmuring something about seeing him again. Gojo controlled the situation fast by immobilizing Sukuna on the floor, far enough to not harm you.
“So?” Gojo asked, looking at your direction.
“You asked me to not do anything so I can’t say for sure, but I think it’s possible” you answered the white haired man.
Sukuna’s attention now was brought to you, he tried to read your cursed energy, you sensed that, but with the kitsune mask covering your face and eyes you doubt he recognized you as part of the clan that caused his downfall one thousand years ago.
Gojo again smiled at you, proud of you being able to take such a fast reading without messing with Sukuna’s energy, which he asked you to not do.
It would be better for everyone if Sukuna doesn’t make a target of you so soon.
“Alright, guess we are done for now” Gojo raised as soon as Yuji took back control of his body. You watched amazed as the cursed energy came back to a normal level.
Gojo asked Ijichi to drive Yuji back to the school and promised to talk to Yuji in the morning.
“I don’t know, Satoru. There’s only so much I can do alone, and I’m sure the rest of my clan won’t get involved with Sukuna if he returns. This is a huge responsibility for me...” you stopped talking, not even wanting to consider the possibility of such a powerful curse having complete control to do whatever he pleases and you not being able to do much by yourself.
“I won’t put you in danger, but for now it would be good if you could stick around Yuji, just to observe... I can put a good word for you with Yaga” Gojo dropped his arm around your shoulder playfully.
“You really want me to stay at jujutsu tech Tokyo just to keep an eye on him?” You removed the kitsune mask, now allowing Gojo to see your teasing eyes.
“I have my own selfish reasons too”.
The next morning Yuji crossed his path with Nanami around the school, having worked together once Yuji felt comfortable with asking Nanami about his sensei’s friend.
“Oi Nanami, do you know Gojo-sensei’s ninja friend? I met them last night but still don’t know what happened”.
Nanami stared at Yuji like he was speaking some foreign language “...Ninja?”
The elder was about to ask him to elaborate when the said sensei turned around the corner with you by his side.
“Gojo-san, Ojou-sama” Nanami bowed low when he noticed you coming closer.
“Ojou-sama?” Yuji looked at the person walking to them alongside Gojo. He did not recognize you at first, you now were using a colored Yukata and nothing covering your face.
“Nanami please, you know me long enough to drop this title” you smiled at your friend.
Yuji quickly made the connection between Nanami using the princess title and Gojo calling you Princess yesterday.
“Oh sensei, I didn’t know you had a girlfriend. You two make a beautiful couple” Yuji smiled.
“Itadori, show respect, Y/n-sama is an actual royal” Nanami whispered to Yuji.
After the downfall of Sukuna your clan reigned for a while, being the heir of the main clan branch and if your clan was still reigning that would technically make you a princess. Nanami insisted on referring to you as Ojou-sama in public even though you two attended school together years ago and long passed the formal titles.
“Sorry” Yuji bowed, still confused.
“It’s okay Itadori-kun, we will have enough time to get to know each other” you assured the pink haired boy.
“You are moving here?” Nanami asked.
“Isn’t it great?” Gojo smiled widely, now placing his arms on your shoulders and Nanami’s. “It will be like old times again”.
“Yaga accepted my request to stay on the campus and assist the kids,” you explained Nanami. Of course he knew that by ‘the kids’ you mean Itadori and his new found cursed energy.
“What a great set of teachers you will have Yuji-kun” Gojo tight his grip around you and Nanami “Why don’t you go find Fushiguro and Kugusaki while I show y/n her room?”.
“Yes, sensei!” Yuji smiled and bowed again before leaving to find his team mates.
“Let’s keep y/n secret between us, okay Nanami?” Gojo asked now that the three of you were alone. “Sukuna might not find out about y/n’s origins if she doesn’t mess with his or Itadori’s energy, the elders agreed to keep her around for now as protection”.
“I see… Well let me know if you need anything, Ojou-sama” Namami replied and fixed his tie.
“I need you to stop using that title, Kento” you smiled again at your stubborn friend and dropped Gojo’s arm from your shoulder going back to the path that led to your dorm.
“Always so polite, Nanamin” Gojo teased “Just don’t forget I’m the only one allowed to get on my knees for her” he released Nanami’s shoulder leaving his fellow sorcerer flushed.
“What did you tell him?” you asked Gojo when he got back to your side.
“Nothing he doesn’t know already” his large palm touched your lower back.
Your arrangements with Gojo were something known only by the heads of your clan, the two of you and few close friends. A promise made almost ten years ago allowed you to attend jujutsu tech and become a sorcerer if the only descendant of the Gojo clan married you by the time both of you got to your thirties. There was nothing in it for Satoru, but he agreed even though he barely left his teenage years.
“Satoru, What are we gonna do now?” you asked looking at your feet.
“We can start by getting you a pretty uniform, maybe a short skirt and a v-line” the hand that wasn’t at your back moved to the collar of your Yukata exposing more of your neck and collar bones and all the purple and blue marks painted there “A masterpiece like that has to be shown”.
“You are shameless” you slapped his hand away and adjusted your Yukata back. His flirty personality taking your mind away from the new responsibility of being Yuji’s guardian. “You know, we are two years away from the arrangements and I still wonder why you accepted it” you confessed, stopping in your tracks.
“Oh Princess, I’ll always be taking the side of rebel soul and you so happened to be the one that stole my heart from day one, you are not getting cold feet now, are ya?” he leaned and placed his arm on the wall behind you, an old habit that made you flushed when you two were younger, but now you can only bite your lips and raise a hand to lower his blindfold and meet his shining eyes full of admiration.
“Marrying the prince that saved me and the strongest jujutsu sorcerer? How could I get scared of that?”.
“Prince huh? I can get used to it”.
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snailsgoingdowntown · 3 years
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Safer without | yan! Eula
Yandere! Eula x gender neutral! Reader
Warnings: general yandere themes, technically captive reader, implied blackmail, and threats, forced ‘relationship’, Eula being an outcast (I can’t remember the word for being shunned by society), toxic relationship, toxic behavior, unhealthy mindset, obsessive behavior.
Disclaimer: I do NOT condone any of the actions or behaviors that take place in this piece of fiction. None of this should be considered romantic or even normal as it is extremely toxic and dangerous. This is NOT a healthy relationship.
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 Eula was beautiful and unique, just like a snowflake on a snowy day. With hair as blue as the sky and personality as icy as a snowstorm, she is beautiful. Beautiful and experienced in things she should not be but is regardless because of society is to those who stand out. Despite Mondstat being called “The City of Freedom,” they do not tolerate anyone from the Lawance family. Because in their eyes, simply being born into it is a sin itself.
Which is why you felt sorry for her, if you’re being honest. You saw how the citizens treated her, like an outcast despite how hard she tired to get rid of that title. She was always so lonely, being cast aside by her family after joining the knights, and the citizens giving her hateful looks and words once she stepped foot into the city. They blame her for something that took places centuries ago, for something that she could not control even if she wanted to. How can one control what happened before they were even born?
It would only make sense that sooner or later, she would lose sight of herself in some way – or maybe, she was always like this?
Whatever it was, you would grow to despise her.
You were not the first to be kind towards her, far from it. Amber and her grandfather where there for her when she was younger. Jean was there to accept her as knight, and so was Varka. Diluc…he admires how far she has come, to an extent, but despises the fact she joined the knights. And given his past with them, it makes sense, but in a way, that makes him like every other citizen out there.
And you wish that you were like them as well back then, ignoring her every time she accidentally made eye contact. And maybe then you would not be in this situation, held captive and unable to escape her clutches. Sure, she would let you walk around the city and such, but with… restrictions. Restrictions that required the eyes and ears of those who feared her enough to listen.
“I should have listened to everyone who warned me of you. You are just as icy as the cryo element that you wield.”
Your voice is firm, fingers flipping pages in a book you were barely paying attention to. The window lets the sunshine through, and Eula takes another sip of her tea. The reports she was writing suddenly seems to turn into a mush of words she doesn’t understand. Your sudden comment shakes her internally, but you know she’ll try to shake it off. She was used to doing that.
“Is that so? I am very aware of how others perceive me, and I should have expected you would come to see me in the same light as them. It is not a surprise but is still rather heartbreaking.”
“You have a heart?”
You try to hold in your snort, her reaction what you expected it to be. Her body freezes and she drop her pen. But as quickly as she loses her composer, she regains it. “Why yes, I do. Otherwise, I would have not confessed that night. Although, it is understandable as to why you would think that – “
“Considering what you have done to me?” you interrupt. You flip the page, sighing. You gave up on trying to convince her to leave you alone, much less actually let you go. She would just find you, anyway, hunting you down like a bloodhound. And even if you managed to tell others of her cruel actions towards you, she has people like Amber and Jean on her side. Two people that everyone likes.
That everyone would listen to.
And you know for a fact that they would not believe you.
“It is all for your safety,” she replies, and with that said, picks up her pen and resumes writing her report. All is silent, for a while. Flipping another page, you think of ways to get your own revenge, but cannot think of a solid plan. While you can ignore her, reject her advances and love, it will not change the fact that she has you physically, locked up in this cage that’s called Mondstat. Even if your words are as sharp as swords, she won’t let you go.
“I would be safer without you.”
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3rdgymbros · 3 years
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— title; it’s nice to have a friend.
— pairing; zhongli x reader  
— summary; in which a lonely archon seeks out rex lapis to make a contract with him
— notes; this is my first time writing for genshin (i don’t play the game) so i hope it’s not too ooc !! special thanks to @degenerate-yandere and @hanniejji​ for their support !!
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You've heard stories of Rex Lapis, of course. The parcel of land you rule over is tiny, but stories of his prowess in battle have reached even you and your people. Rex Lapis, the God of War, who understands battle and weaponry, strategy and bloodshed far more than you ever will, whose hands and weapons have drawn more than their fair share of blood.
And yet, your first impression of him is that his eyes are beautiful.
They're the first things that you're drawn to; those intense amber eyes, the deep gold reminding you of honey. Then, later, when you manage to tear your gaze away from his, you stare at the dark chocolate hair framing a breathtaking face. His eyes narrow slightly, but his features are otherwise schooled into impassivity as he takes you in, your body language stiff and prim, betraying the tension your body feels.
"The God of Flowers, I presume." His voice is cultured and smooth, with a rasp that makes your stomach flutter. A frown line mars the space between arrogantly slashed brows. "You wished to meet with me?"
You hide your hands in the folds of your robes, embroidered with thousands of handstitched pearls meant to resemble the flowers you so dearly love. You have to struggle to keep your scrambled, panicked thoughts from showing on your face, but still, real fear seeps into your voice when you say, "Yes."
You have to pause to take a breath, to steady yourself. "I'm – They call me the God of Flowers. And I want to make a contract with you. Please."
"Oh?" The intense magnetism he exudes grows in strength, becoming a near tangible impression of vibrant and unrelenting power. His white cloak ripples and lifts in the breeze to show the hard muscles of his stomach. Very studiously, you keep your eyes trained on his face. "And what would you ask of me?"
Your cheeks warm. This is a conversation you've played over in your head before coming to seek out Rex Lapis, but that doesn't make it any less daunting. Especially since your reasons for seeking him out aren't particularly profound. In fact, it's almost something that a child might ask. You have no desire for money, or gold, or precious gems. You have enough of those in your temple, with its maze of lavishly furnished hallways. His liquid topaz eyes are penetrating – trying futilely, you assume, to lift the truth straight from your mind. But now you can't look at him. You keep your gaze trained on the gold silk tablecloth, and it takes all your self-control to keep your hands motionless in your lap, not to smooth it down, to tug at the corners so that it lies flat.
Finally, when the silence becomes unbearable, you sigh, and your exhale of air brings with it the heavy scent of roses, mingling with a strange briny scent: waves crashing on rocky shores, dolphins diving. "Pinky promise you won't laugh?"
Your cheeks feel hotter than ever as you press your lips together, now all too aware of how naïve and child-like you must seem to him. Rex Lapis watches you closely, and you think that he might almost be on the verge of smiling. Almost. The ghost of a smile on his lips heightens your awareness of him to a physically painful degree. His earthy amusement makes him less of a god and more human. Flesh and blood. Real.
Your embarrassment eases briefly, but still, you hasten to explain, almost tripping over your words in the process. "Oh – It's what the children in my village do when they make promises, it just slipped out –"
"Ah. Another contract." Rex Lapis nods, sounding almost intrigued. When you dare to peek at him through your lashes, he's watching you with a peculiar expression that sets your stomach fluttering. "How is it done?"
"It's simple. You just link your pinky fingers together, and make a promise. And that's that."
"And that's that." Rex Lapis echoes. "Very well. Give me your hand."
Still uncomprehending, you do as he asks. You watch, entranced, as he twines his pinky with yours. Your pulse leaps when his grip tightens. His touch is electric, sending a shock up your arm that raises the hairs on your nape. "On this pinky promise, I give you my word. I will not laugh."
You soften, a small smile tugging at your lips, though your next words are anything but happy. "I'm lonely."
You can't remember who you were before the world made a ruin out of you. So many people you've loved have been wrenched from your grasp, your fingers still scouring claw marks into their skin as you'd clung to them with all your might. You have watched as the life has left their eyes. You have mourned them and you have envied them and you have missed them at every moment.
"I'm lonely." You say again, the words colored purple with your anguish. You open the palm of your hand, watching as an iris blossoms to life upon your palm. It seems to you ironic that while plants flourish to life around you, the same can't be said for the humans in your care, who are fragile and loveable, and rife with the stink of mortality. "I thought – It would be nice to have a friend. That's why I sought you out."
I'm weak. I'm scared of being alone.
Silence falls like a foot of fresh snow. Then something shifts in the air. As he stares at you, it's as if a shield slides away from his eyes, revealing a scorching force of will that sucks the air from your lungs.
And then Rex Lapis nods. "I accept."
"Oh." You say, all your breath leaving you. You smile, big and bright as relief spreads through you. As if conjured by your smile, the temperature rises, warmth raining over the space, as if sunbeams are falling from the force of your smile alone, like warm honey slowly pouring. "Oh – Yes. Um, how does a contract with you work? Do I need to sign anything?"
Again, there's that almost ghost of a smile on his lips, but the intensity of his gaze is searing. It feels as if his entire focus is on you. "Another pinky promise would suffice."
"Oh –" Why is that the only word in your vocabulary at this very moment? "Alright."
"In exchange for my friendship, I ask that you loan me your power whenever I have need of it."
"I accept the terms of your contract." Your throat is tight when you speak again, but you manage to get the words out. "Stay with me. Until the end – whenever that may be."
"I give you my word."
And again, you link your pinky with his, and as you do, power burns in the air, binding the two of you to what you've agreed.
It seems to you a funny thing, that right at the end of your life, you should remember your first meeting with Rex Lapis like this.
With much effort, you finally manage to open your eyes. It's excruciating. Your eyelids feel as though they're made of lead. At first, you can only perceive one thing: light. And with this slight stirring of consciousness, your body erupts into joint-wrenching pain. Nothing exists outside of your body, outside of all this pain that you know will consume you.
"It isn't his fault." You say on a choked whisper, feeling tears well in your eyes. You aren't sure if it's a plea or a prayer – the latter of which is ironic. An Archon praying? You'll do it a thousand times over, as long as life still burns in your body, if it only means that Rex Lapis will escape punishment for breaking his end of the deal. "Don't –"
Stay with me, until the very end, you'd told him.
Rex Lapis isn't here, but still you cling to him, holding him close in your final moments; the intensity of his burning gold eyes, the ghost of a smile on his lips, how his presence had made you feel safe for the first time in a century, the way he'd looked at you, as if he'd understood you.
You smile. And it is a fragile, broken thing. "It was a good life. Thank you."
And it's with a last exhale that your body melts into the dirt beneath it, covering the land in summer roses, the afternoon bringing their fragrance to full bloom.
It's the first and the last time that Rex Lapis ever breaks a contract.
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