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Oh nooooo~ What’s this? My legs are suddenly giving out after 1 second of running?! Pwease Master Mr. Hunt, go easy on this poor, delicate, helpless cat maid— won’t you? How can I possibly have the energy to indulge you in a hunt after a long day’s worth of chores?! 🥺🥺
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Hi! May I request some headcanons for the yandere emperor & a fire mage? Maybe a fire mage that works for him/the empire?
yandere!emperor x fire mage!reader
authors note: I would like to make this gender neutral if you don't mind :> I added some spicy scenes but not full on smut!
content warning ⚠️: dark content, yandere, murder, noncon/dubcon, kidnapping
let's set the scenario shall we? you first met the newly crowned emperor as the new fire mage of his empire
when he first laid his eyes on you, he thought you were the most loveliest being he has ever seen
he kept his eyes on you so intensely that he never looked at anyone inside that room besides you
his eyes tell a dangerous story, so you look away trying to focus on the words of your master introducing you and a few other mages to serve the empire
the emperor immediately approves and makes a request for his servants to escort all of you to your rooms
a week in the palace, the emperor always took time to visit the mages' chamber to check the latest updates on everyone's work but actually he's there just for you
he's always behind you, following almost breathing down your neck
he keeps asking so many questions you try to keep up with him as he is the emperor
everyday, despite his duties he always manages to find time to see you even during your times of relaxation
he's very possessive and obsessive, he found out your schedule through his spies and every person you interact with your daily life
if someone ever gave a hint of interest with you small or big, it doesn't matter because that person will be declared dead the next day
it worries you what has been happening around you, you later confided with the emperor who has now become a sort of companion to you despite his presence by your side making you isolate yourself from everyone else
his eyes had a glint but his words were full of reassurance that no harm will ever come in your way, just continue being his little mage and he will secure you for life
you did as you were told so, you were often called to be by his side to the point you couldn't even work properly due to the amount of time spent with him
he loves to see you perform your magic infront of him, always watching with a fascinated grin
he indulges you and your fixation towards your experiments and he always gave you the latest gadgets and things that would help you improve
he also moved your chambers right next to his without your permission, despite your protests he says it's for your safety and so you will no longer walk far from his own
he makes it very clear for everyone that you are untouchable
as your relationship progresses his actions became a little more... Intimate
you found his hand lingering with whatever skin he could find or brush his hands on it
he also has a thing with pressing your back to his chest
you would not resist fearing for his anger when he gets too close for your comfort then he breathes you in like a drug
he took a liking to showing you as you were his spouse by making you stand beside him at balls earning the stink eyes of the nobles and whispers
it would definitely reach to him and immediately that person is either dead or fallen from nobility
one of the mages bitterly expressed the obvious favoritism towards you and the next day they were found dead
you grew cold when you found out, it's no denying who's the cause behind the deaths that has been circulating
however you are not a fool and you kept your mouth shut despite the urgency to run away because you no longer felt safe
the emperor could sense your anxiety and he knew it's only a matter of time he has to make extreme actions to keep you by his side
despite your magic he is still smarter than you
you thoroughly made a plan on how to escape the capital and yet to no avail you found yourself cornered by his men
you used your magic against all of them defeating some but they did not relent and still decided to pursue you
you felt something hit you and you fell unconscious
when you wake up, you are in a extremely dark place only wearing a thin robe with shackles around your wrists and ankles making you immobilized
your struggle echos and soon the door opens with the emperor coming in with a dim expression on his face he sits infront of you and tries to brush your face but you turn away
you beg him to let you go and stop the madness but your begging only spurned him on
"you think you could run away from me my love? I am not the emperor for nothing dear. you should never underestimate me. ever. again." he says with a growl his expression almost looks manic
it scares you what he has turned into
he gets on top of you and you try to kick him away
"tsk tsk, stop being defiant now obey your emperor and submit. I will guarantee you everything you want if you obey me."
he places his hand around your throat to stop the flow of oxygen and slowly your movement ceased then he let go
he gets closer to your face and licks the tears streaming down your eyes, his hands untying the thin robe covering your body
your nakedness makes your vulnerability even worse as your stomach fills with dread with what is about to come
his hands rub and grope your skin making you nauseous with his actions
he breathes raggedly almost salivating at the thought of consuming you whole
you cry out more
"If you don't stop from being naughty, I guess I have to go with the rough way."
okay this is kinda meh I'm sorry 😞
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*shakes you* yandere Cael… yandere… Cael… Cael yandere… (combusts)
Knight in Shining Armour
𝚈𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 ! 𝙲𝚊𝚎𝚕 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Whilst traversing across Godheim, the Little Painter befell upon many problems. Many disputes left her poor mind tainted, and she was on the brink of collapsing – then, the person she opposed held out a helping hand.
Little painter opened her eyes and greeted a new, peaceful day as the soft streams of light seeping through the curtains hit her face. Letting out a soft grumble, she rubbed her eyes and sat upon the soft mattress of the bed, sliding the quilt off her side. Yet another day rolled by in her life – a continous and mundane circle she could barely escape from.
Her mornings usually proceeded with getting ready, going downstairs to have breakfast, greeting her guardian Cael’s familiar face– wait, speaking of Cael: she vaguely recalled seeing him in her dreams the previous night
Cael, and his magnificent commander-like attire glowing under the moonlight. He was taking her away from a group of powerful mages, who were trying to hunt her down, and Cael saved her – or so she thought. “Don't trust them,” Cael said. “I'll protect you.”
The painter girl snapped back to reality upon realising that it was only a dream. Cael was simply her guardian, appointed to take care of her and help her grow into a successful individual.
Not to mention, he was appointed by the little painter’s mother herself – therefore, Cael was someone trustable and suitable for the given role. She shouldn't be having such frivolous fantasies regarding him; they sound ridiculous, amd Cael wouldn't perhaps approve of them either.
Little painter only proceeded to brush it off with a shrug and went downstairs. Surprisingly enough, she only noticed Beanie on the couch – curled up and sleeping without a worry in the world with no Cael in sight. Little painter let out a sigh, walking towards the couch to at least find some company from her cat. If Cael was there, he would've greeted little painter followed with a slight scolding of how she woke up without even taking proper care of her hair and appearance – but that remained undone, at least, without his presence.
“Where could he be?” Little painter mumbled, slumping down near Beanie and running her hand through its soft fur. She did remember Cael saying he had important “business” to handle, but surely whatever task he had related to the academy wouldn't take this long.
“Oh, well…” A gentle smile came upon the painter’s lips when Beanie began to purr gently in its sleep. “I hope he's safe.”
***
The endless winter prevailed across the continent of Godheim, haunting each and every part like a cruel disaster – looting the land of its heartfelt vitality and vigor. Reports from the Magi Tower read that the numbers of Glacial Butterflies had increased, and so had the casualties as well. Numerous mages defected; the statistics of loyal soldiers plummeted in a night – and it was all because of the otherwordly Goddess. The Silver Knight had won; he took her away – rightfully snatched the Emperor’s bride away from right under their watch. Thus, the people knew they were doomed – Godheim would be no more than a blizzard, covered in cold, bone-shivering snow.
And Cael watched as the final futile attempt of a Daphnephoria ritual happened – where the people, who urged to live a life, struggled against their inevitable fate of doom; quite a sight to behold, honestly.
Cael watched them with a smirk; knowing that he was the one with an upper-hand. The land of Godheim would fall into despair – the inhabitants’ emotions eradicated and the land cleared off all sorts of threat against his mission. Their emotions harvested without mercy.
He also managed to protect his beloved little painter. Cael felt the edges of his mouth twitch upwards at the thought of her – for some reason, it seemed to him that, it didn't matter whether or not he lost or won his mission; he was happy, only because he took her away from their dirty hands.
Was that the right thing to do?
Of course, it was. They only wanted the painter dead; subdued for their own selfish desires, and Cael couldn't allow that. He only watched as the little painter befell upon many traps and burdens. She was either sacrificed, left to bleed on the bleak fields of snow, even brutally murdered, or even worse – and Cael could only watch, inspect the scene as his beloved one suffered, a pitiful scene to behold.
And, he finally was able to protect her, he managed to stir her away from giving away her precious life. Cael only smiled to himself as he witnessed the world around him slowly turn into a blur, and soon enough, static covered his surroundings – time and space manages to block his path; standing between him and the outcome he wished; perhaps fate didn't want that. Fate never worked in favour, it never did. The continent of Godheim would survive to see a happy ending, but not Cael. Perhaps he should try harder, or maybe in another parallel journey – where he'd continue to live on as the protector; the knight in shining armour for his beloved his little painter.
A/N: here you go, cressie, enjoy!! Sorry if it's a bit short and not to your liking. I kind of went on braindumping mode and just... Sadistic Cael ✨ /hj. Anyway, thank you for the request, love ya 🫶
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Shadows
Yandere Jade x mage reader
Tw: Yandere, death
Clothes on a line, swaying in the breeze. Cloth fluttering like the ends of a kite, rippling in the wind. Golden rays of light shimmer, warmth flowing from the heavens above.
Despite all of this, he was cold.
Stone cold.
Same as back then.
You guess he really hasn’t changed at all. The memory was still clear in your mind. You replayed it every day now. Wondering if you made the right choice.
Scales shone on his skin, various shades of azure rippling in the light. His eyes, one the ebony black of the night, the other ember yellow, a cat’s eye in the dark.
He glares at you, lips pressed into a thin line. Perhaps resisting the urge to snarl? You set down your basket, letting the grass rustle under your feet. Holding up your hands, you slowly crouch down.
Hopefully a disarming gesture, and not a declaration of war. You wouldn’t know. Not many dared to venture in this forest nowadays. Something about a dark mage living in the woods. You never paid too much notice.
You’ve been here for ages, and nothing seemed too dangerous… so far.
“Hello.” You whispered, taking another step forward. The boy shook slightly, shivering. He took a step back.
“I’m not here to hurt you. Can you believe that?”
His clothes were in tatters, sleeves ripped, haggard ends fluttering with every shiver. A metallic scent wafted from him, dark red stains on his arms, flaking off like dried skin.
“I’m… I live in the woods. No one else ever comes in here. If you’re looking for a place to hide…my door is open.”
He considers your words, humming to himself. A bittersweet tune. It made you think of walks on the beach, the sunset shrouding the edges of the horizon with darkness, much like a veil of mourning.
Slowly, he helps himself up to his feet, and limps towards you. A gasp escaped your mouth. His right foot was barely holding on to his leg, strands of red raw muscle yanked taunt, much like a broken doll.
The boy notices your horrified stare, before shrugging.
“Hunters. Traps.”
Rushing forward, you scoop him in your arms, before breaking into a run. How many days did he stagger around, dragging his weary body through the woods? You’ve lived here long enough to know that these woods weren’t too friendly. Gnarled tree roots jutting out at the most inconvenient places. Moist soil that gave way with a single step, and the scuttling of creepy crawlers under the foliage.
You practically flew back to your cottage, slammed open the door. Setting him down carefully on your couch, you got to work. Hands flying across your table, fingers darting from jar to jar. Smashing herbs together was second nature to you by now. He wasn’t the first invalid you had.
You felt a piercing stare burning into your back. The intensity wasn’t much like a boy’s. But then again, he’s been through more than what a normal boy should.
Your guess? He’s being hunted for who he is. A terrible curse for one so young.
“Rest now, my weary soul,”
You muttered, pressing a cool cloth to his wounds, “you’re safe now.”
That was… how many years ago? Long enough for the boy to mature into a man.
Jade.
Jade was his name. The stone of healing. Sure enough, his wounds healed at surprisingly quick rate.
Within a few weeks, he was back on his feet again. Trailing after you like a puppy, Jade wanted to be involved in everything you did. He was willing to get onto his knees with you, scavenging for herbs. Jade seemed fond of mushrooms, pestering you for information.
What did that mushroom do, or what kind of growth conditions they needed, or how to identify poisonous ones…
He absorbed information like a sponge. Soon, he was creating concoctions, every one of them so effective that they glowed with excellence. His cooking skills weren’t too shabby either. Although his hobby of creating… less then conventional dishes was disturbing.
Not as much as the alarming rate he was learning everything. Soon, he did everything around the house. Cooking, household chores, gathering…. Jade completed all these tasks with the efficiency of a vengeful knight. You had nothing else to do but to engage him in conversation.
Talk to him. Interact with him.
Give it to him.
More, and more.
Everything. Everything of yours.
Your smile, your laugh, your pain.
All his.
His,
His,
His.
You’re his little mage in a cottage. His dream, wrapped in the darkness of the woods and the warmth of your cottage.
Let him be your dream. He’ll do everything for you, you’ll never have to lift a single finger. Jade’s no stranger to being useful. Anything that threatens your smile, eliminated.
The town that whispered about the dark mage? Razed into the ground. He kicked the ashes, stepped on the remains. Crushed them underfoot with a sickening crack.
You were just a mage. His mage.
He’ll be the darkness, if it meant having you all to himself.
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— ღ Yandere Vaati ღ —
"Welcome to my palace, my dear."
"Vaati—!"
"You know my name? My reputation must proceed me."
"Why did you bring me to such an accursed place?"
"You are the fairest maiden in all the lands. I had to have you all for myself."
"No."
"Excuse me? 'No'. You don't get to 'no' me. I have watched you for years. I waited for you to accept my advances. Yet every time I left a gift on your bed or a note in your pocket, you always rejected me. You didn't even like to be gifted with the heads of those who wronged you! I could wait no longer."
"No! I am not loving some creepy, perverted fuck who likes to kidnap virgins."
"Did you just... insult your husband? That is quite rude of you."
"I'll do it again."
"It seems I may have to break you in. Prepare to feel the greatest pain and pleasure from Vaati the Wind Mage!"
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Precious: Yandere Ancano x NonDB!Fem!Apprentice Mage! Reader
Yandere Ancano x Non-DB! Fem!Apprentice Mage! Reader Part One
From the moment he laid eyes on you,you were trapped. There was no way to escape or run away,your fate had been sealed. He watched you in your classes and during your break times,he rarely didn't know where you were. During his time observing you,Ancano noticed that you weren't very good at taking care of yourself. You often forgot to eat and sleep,there were even occasions where you fainted during class due to exhaustion.
Obviously you don't know how to take care of yourself so he has to take care of you himself. You'll thank him one day and until then he can easily handle you.
It was easy setting up a secret place not even his superiors knew about. He made sure everything was perfect for the both of you. You had your own room of course,he knew you'd need your own space and would be quite fussy in the beginning. He had made sure your bed was made of the best materials money could buy,your sheets were of good linen and your pillows and comforters stuffed with feathers. Your second blanket,as you often slept with two on the rare occasion you did sleep in your dorm room,was made of a soft blue velvet and would keep you nice and snug. On the floor of the room were two soft black rugs made from the pelt of two cave bears,the floor itself made of gray stone. The walls were made of cobblestone and beautiful tapestries depicting love stories decorated the walls. A fireplace kept the room warm,two chairs and a table facing it,and a bookshelf full of many different books sat against the wall to the left of it. All that needed to be done to it was to put some candles in it.
The night Ancano finally captured you,you had agreed to aid him in testing a tea he had made. He had told you he was trying to make the perfect tea for his father back in the Summerset Isles. He'd taste it himself but he had been trying for so long all the flavors tasted the same. You were so sweet as you drank the tea,complimenting him on its subtle notes of Jasmine,and you became even cuter when you fell asleep in his chair,completely left to his mercy.
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Nothing Left to Pay
*** Here we are! The third and final installment in the Dark Mage Solomon series! Thank you guys for the crazy amount of love you've been giving this. I absolutely adored writing it and it has been so so touching to have you guys by my side for this! Without further ado, let's do this! -B***
Summary: MC has been returned, brought back to safety, and Solomon has been left behind. The world moves on, but MC and everyone else is learning just how hard "moving on" can really be.
Part 1, Part 2
CW: Panic Attack
Throbbing
Ceaseless, agonizing, throbbing.
Solomon groaned as he slowly blinked open his eyes and rolled onto his back. He tried to lift his head, but groaned as the ringing in his ears only grew louder.
"Fuck," he cursed as his head thudded against his hard wood floors. "What happened?" He mumbled to himself — His arm draped over his forehead as he turned his head to look in one of the many mirrors that were scattered around his house.
Silver eyes locked onto one another,
and the bubble keeping him blissfully ignorant burst.
Solomon gasped as he shot up. "MC! Oh no. No, no, no. Shit!" he tripped on his long, spindly legs as he scrambled to his feed, running desperately towards your room. He barely recognized the stairs or the direction he was fleeing as his mind drowned from the memories of the past two months flooding his brain.
He skidded to a stop as he slammed open your bedroom door and found not a soul in sight. His chest heaved, up and down, as his heart ran circles within his ribs.
You were gone.
They had taken you. The angels had taken you from him.
He shook his head as he blindly began to tear apart the room, searching desperately for any sign of you or of where you could've been taken. He ripped a drawer from your dresser. He swore under his breath as nothing but clothes and splinters of wood scattered across the floor.
Why? Why would they do this?
You were safe! You were with him, after all, and he was the strongest mage there had ever been and ever will be. He could make a hundred demons bow before him with a snap of his fingers. He-
He froze as his eyes fell to an empty glass you had left on your bedside table.
He had nearly killed you.
A hand clasped around his mouth as he weakly stumbled back. Somewhere, in all his overwhelming desire, his obsession, to protect you and keep you safe, he had done what he swore to never do, and he hurt you.
His hands trembled as his breath caught in his throat. Images of you, your face scrunched up in fear and disgust flashed behind his eyes. The sounds of your screams wailed in his ears.
He did this. He caused all of this.
He needed to find you and apologize.
Solomon quickly tried to shake off his panic and raised a hand to summon a portal.
The room sat still.
The wizard frowned and tried again, squinting his eyes this time. Once more, nothing happened. Solomon growled in frustration and rolled up his sleeves. "WORK! You stupid spell! Of all times why choose now to ... to ..." he trailed off as his eyes dragged over the skin on his arms — the clean, barren skin.
He swallowed thickly as tears welled in his eyes. "No," he breathed. "Please, fuck, no. This ... This is a nightmare. I'm dreaming this isn't," he pinched his arm. "Wake up." He pinched harder. "Wake up!" He slapped himself across the face. "WAKE UP DAMMIT!"
There was nothing left.
His magic. You. His pacts. It was all gone.
Solomon curled on himself, his body shaking fiercely as a hundred different emotions took over him.
A screech, with all the power and grief of the even the most tragic of Banshees, spilled out from the manors windows and painted the skies with the wizard's pain.
***
"When I went to stand up, I noticed I was feeling week, a-and that's when I realized he had done something to my drink. I passed out not too long after that," you whispered as you felt Asmodeus's arms tighten around you.
It had taken hours to get everyone to calm down, and even longer to explain everything that had happened.
You were now in the living room, seated in Asmo's lap as the demon nestled as closely to you as possible — his tears silently soaking the back of your shirt. The other brothers were surrounding you at every angle, giving you just enough room to look at contemplative Diavolo and Barbatos.
Diavolo frowned deeply as you told your story, his hands clenching and unclenching as you reached certain climaxes. His shoulders slumped with a heavy sigh as you finished explaining your side of things. "I am so sorry you had go through that, MC. I never would've thought ..."
"None of us did," Luke mumbled from where he and Simeon stood behind the prince. The young angel was clinging tightly onto his superior, showing his true youth more than ever before. "He ... He was supposed to be our friend."
A heavy, mournful silence filled the room at the admission. It was true. Solomon or at least the Solomon they had all once known as a friend. He'd help them whenever they found themselves stuck in some kind of magical mischief. He'd offered to make dinner for them countless times. He tutored Mammon during exams and would bring back anime merch for Levi from the human world. He was one of the few people that Asmodeus would allow himself to relax with, and who never once judged the brothers on their sins. Sure, they had always been skeptical of his intentions, but never once did any of them imagine he was capable of this.
Asmodeus scoffed as he lifted his face from your shoulder. "He's a monster. I don't care what that man says or tries, he will never ever be considered anything close to friend again," you gently squeezed his hand as the demon's voice grew tight.
Barbatos nodded sympathetically. "And we don't expect you to," his face grew solemn once more as he turned back to the angels. "I believe that the two of you can fill in the gap in MC's story?"
Luke's face paled at the suggestion — his ears still ringing from the sounds of Solomon's screams that he had caused. He opened and closed his mouth several times before Simeon placed a hand on his shoulder and stepped forward. "Solomon sent out a prayer."
Belphegor's nose scrunched in disgust as he crossed his arms over his chest. "He doesn't look like the praying type."
A sad smile climbed onto Simeon's expression as he locked eyes with the demon. "Any person desperate enough will cry out just to be heard. Solomon, for all his power and immortality, is still a person," his eyes slid back over to Barbatos. "When we arrived, he was ..." He hesitated as he glanced back over at you, and pursed his lips. "Is it, perhaps, not the best idea to recount this with MC still present?"
Everyone paused as they looked back at you. You continued to stare straight at Simeon, your eyes void of any emotion, lips a thin straight line, as you nodded. "Say it. I want to know."
Hesitance still clouded Simeon's judgment as he turned to Lucifer with a questioning gaze. The eldest huffed, "I'd rather they not leave our sight at the moment anyways. If they say they can handle it, let them stay."
The angel pursed his lips once more before continuing. "He was hunched over their unconscious body, mumbling to himself and trembling as he sobbed. I'd never seen him look so distraught before,"
You hated how easily you could picture that. As much as part of you hated Solomon for everything that he did, you still couldn't escape the flicker of sympathy and fondness that still yearned for the friend you once had in him. Part of you knew that everything that Solomon did, he did out of some demented, twisted version of love. You remembered how in the early weeks of your captivity he had gently walked you through the numerous panic attacks that you'd frequently endure, all while maintaining a comfortable distance. You remembered how he'd sit down across from you during every meal and give you his undivided attention as he softly told you about his day and described any of the beautiful sights or discoveries that he had stumbled upon.
It hurt to admit. It hurt to remember.
And regardless of the bitter resentment that darkened your view of him, it hurt to imagine that tender, love-sick man broken — crumbling to pieces at the consequences of his actions.
"I tried to demand answers from him, but only made him defensive, which in turn made Luke angry. He tried to attack Luke. As much as I hate that it happened, it gave me the chance to finally swoop in and take MC from him."
You inhaled sharply as your eyes snapped over to Luke, taking in his unblemished form.
Another person had almost gotten hurt — Another friend. Your hands fisted in your lap.
"He finally explained what the charm he applied to them was supposed to do," Simeon clenched his jaw as his eyes hardened. "As I said earlier. It's a potion that puts MC into a state where they can feel safe," his face scrunched up in distaste, as though just saying the words left a horrible taste on his tongue. "When I explained to him that it was exactly that, and the fact that MC couldn't feel safe around him that put them into their comatose state, he began to spiral even more," Luke tensed beside Simeon knowing what came next and clenched his eyes shut as he held his head down in guilt. " We knew action needed to be taken. Luke stripped Solomon of his pacts and magical abilities, promptly knocking him unconscious, while I tended to MC."
Your breath caught in your throat as the words acted like Medusa's gaze on your heart. "Y-You," you breathed as tears collected in the corners of your eyes. "Y-You got rid of his pacts? He ca-can't cast spells anymore?"
Luke nodded as he finally opened his eyes once more. "H-He won't be able to hurt you anymore," there was a certain confidence in his tone even as his voice trembled alongside his hands. "I made sure of it."
Mammon growled from your right, "He deserves a hell of a lot worse for what he put you and Asmo through,"
Diavolo tilted his head at the statement, "Yes. He did break a number of the agreements listed in the exchange contract," you flinched as Diavolo's golden eyes — all too similar to the golden eyes that had stalked your every movement — lit up like an inferno. "A personal offence such as this deserves a much more personal punishment."
Simeon's eyes narrowed at the statement. "As upset as I'm sure we all are about what has transpired, Solomon has already received his just awards," he stood taller as Luke cowered behind him with large, panicking eyes. "To let Solomon live the immortal life he's already subjected himself to, free of any and all of his powers, is more than punishment enough!"
Lucifer snarled as he rose to his feet, "And as I said earlier, you are not the one who gets to be the judge of that! It was our pacts that were lost because of him! It was our brother who was manipulated and taken advantage of! It was us who experienced every ounce of pain that he subject MC to in just the first day!" His lips curled back to bare his pointed teeth as he stood nose to nose with the angel. "Do not tell me what is and is not good enough for that worthless swine."
Barbatos, ever the all-knowing-peacekeeper was between the two of them in an instant. "Stand down, Lucfier. Your fight isn't with the angels."
You blinked as you tried to process the words Lucifer had shouted. Your mind slowly began to drift from your body as your breathing came out in shaky pants. Your distant eyes fixed on Beelzebub's concerned ones. "L-Lost?" you whimpered, causing the room to fall silent. "What does he mean lost? W-We can just make new ones, right? This ... There's no way that they're ..."
Asmodeus's grip around you tightened as Beel looked at you, both lost for an explanation and too afraid of the truth in the words that needed to be said.
You jumped as Satan placed a hand on your shoulder and carefully met your eyes. "We ... Demons can only make a pact with the same human once," you couldn't recognize yourself shaking your head at the words as denial filled your mind. "It's i-impossible for us to make another pact with you ... not after what he did." he rumbled as his expression slipped into momentary wrath.
"We should've fought harder against him," Leviathan whimpered as he clung onto your arm. "W-We could feel our connections slowly tightening, a-a-and we were just helpless! I've never felt so useless in my life. We didn't know where you were, and in that moment, i-it felt like we never would again."
Their words did nothing to comfort you. If anything, it only added to the building, all-consuming panic that was beginning to pulse through your veins.
"This is exactly what I was talking about," Lucifer spat, his eyes not moving from Simeon. "I'm not asking for your permission, or any of yours. I am telling you that Solomon will not be allow to breathe another breath in peace once I find him."
Your pacts were gone. Even if you had the brothers beside you ... Even if you were here in the Devildom ... You had no power anymore. You were just as weak as Solomon wanted you.
"Why is it always the same with you demons?! You always jump to mauling or death as punishment! Not everything has to end in violence! He's already going to be miserable enough!" Simeon finally snapped, his celestial origin shining brighter than ever before.
What if someone else came after you? You knew it was inevitable. How many brushes with death had you encountered in the last year alone? It was only by the grace of your pacts and your connection with the demons, and Solomon, that you survived. What would happen now?
Was Solomon right? Were you never safe here?
"Why are you taking this so lightly?!" Belphie piped in as he joined Lucifer's side. "You talk about us demons as though it wasn't you angels who started a war against us for something as innocent as loving a human! And now you dare to defend one for their crimes?"
The voices grew louder and louder around you as your heart pounded wildly within your ribs and stole the breath from your lungs.
You wanted to go back. You wanted things to be the way they were before. You couldn't stay like this. You can't.
"Fuck," Asmodeus swore behind you as he finally caught on to your panicked state. "MC?" he questioned as he lightly turned you to face him. He frowned at the sight of your unregistering eyes and wheezing breaths. "MC, can you hear me?" He cupped your face as your wide eyes continued to stare right past him. He cursed under his breath and pulled you close to cover your ears as he looked at the others. " HEY! We have more important matters to deal with at the moment than all you digging up the past if you could shut the fuck up and clue in, we have a situation!" In an instant, all eyes were on you as Asmo pulled you back to look at you once more.
Your lips were moving but no sound left them as your eyes darted around the room. "MC, please," Asmo begged as he squeezed your hands. "Focus on me. It's Asmo. You're okay. You're safe."
"No," everyone's hearts clenched at the fractured word. "Never. Not. C-Can't," your chest heaved as tears began to drip down your cheeks. "I c-can't. Can't."
Asmo flinched back at your words, hurt filling his expression as Mammon quickly moved to take his place. "None of that human," he gently cooed as he cradled your face, you winced at his word choice. "It's alright. We're here. We ain't going anywhere. We've got you. We're gonna protect ya, alright?"
You whimpered as you shook your head frantically and struggled out of Mammon's hold. "You can't! It doesn't work. Never worked. Not safe. Not safe!" You squeezed your eyes shut as you hands made their way to your hair.
Satan cursed from beside you and shoved Mammon back. "Give them space. They're spiraling. We need to get them to breathe and ground them."
Mammon slapped the hand away and glared at his brother. "So we just let them continue freaking themself out?!" He shouted as he gestured angrily over to you.
"I believe now is not the time for family bickering," Barbatos snapped sharply as he approached the group. "It was fighting that triggered this in the first place. They-"
You couldn't make out anything else as the sound of your blood thrumming through your skull pulsed behind your ears. You wheezed as you tugged at you hair and calmped your arms down tightly over your ears.
It was too much. You needed this stop. Go back.
Please just go back.
Suddenly your breath hitched as your body stilled. Everyone took an anxious step toward you as a faint shimmer washed over your body and you suddenly became relaxed.
You blinked slowly at Asmodeus as the concerned demon frantically looked you over in confusion. "Um ... Asmo? Is everything okay?"
It was Asmodeus's turn to blink at you in shock as his perfectly-plucked eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Is everything- MC are you serious?"
A cold feeling settled into all of their stomachs as they saw nothing but pure genuine bewilderment on your expression and realized that you were, in fact, serious.
"MC," Satan began softly as he moved to sit beside you and the others. "We were all discussing what happened with Solomon and you ... Well things got out of hand and you had an panic attack."
To everyone's surprise your disoriented frown only grew deeper. "Who's Solomon?"
No one moved.
"What?" Luke whispered in disbelief.
"Who's Solomon? Why are you guys looking at me like that?" You repeated as you squirmed under the heavy tension of everyone's stare.
No one breathed.
Leviathan turned to Lucifer with all the desperation of a child seeking their parent. "Wha- What's happening? Is this some kind of sick joke?"
Diavolo pushed his way forward, his face more serious than you had ever seen it, as he looked at you. "What does the name Solomon mean to you?"
You frowned at the concern that was practically dripping from his strangely firm voice. "I think there was something about him in the Bible? I don't know."
No one even blinked
Diavolo nodded in slow consideration. "Alright. And what about pacts? Do you remember anything at all about what we just told you about your pacts? Or what you went through throughout the past two months?"
You looked at the others like they were crazy. "What do you mean? What's wrong with my pacts?"
The prince opened his mouth to speak once more but was interrupted as Lucifer stumbled over to you and quickly took your face into his hands. You yelped as he tilted your chin up, obsidian eyes scanning your face desperately. "Ah- Luci? Y-You're a little close."
The demon just ignored as he brushed your hair away from your forehead. His breath hitched, eyes growing in pure disbelief as he suddenly and desperately began to pull up your shirt sleeves, yank down the collar of your shirt, and glance down your back.
You squeaked as you harshly shoved Lucifer away and glared at him. "Oi! Peeping tom! Keep your hands to yourself and tell me what is going on!"
"They're back," Lucifer uttered, no longer addressing you, but the others. "A-All of their pacts. I don't know how, b-but."
Leviathan tsked as he shook his head, pointedly not looking at you — refusing to allow himself to get his hopes up. "That's impossible. Once the pact is gone, it doesn't come back."
Barbatos let out a hum of contemplation as he peered over at you, and the colorful pact marks, once more in their rightful place, that Lucifer had revealed. "A charm that puts them in a state where they feel safe." Everyone's heads whipped over to the butler. "MC didn't feel safe without their pacts so ..."
"It brought them back," Simeon finished in shock.
Just like that, you suddenly found yourself tackled by the twins, and a bawling Asmodeus.
As confused as you were, it didn't take a genuis to see that whatever was happening had taken a huge toll on your boys. You slowly wrapped your arms around them and looked desperately at Diavolo as they clung to the spot where their mark resided and soaked in the comforting thrum of their magic in your veins.
You had no idea what was going on. One minute you were panicking about something, though you couldn't for the life of you remember what, the next you were as you are now: relaxed and lost in the emotional chaos happening around you. It was strange. You felt like you should be more worried, or worked up, or anything to match the high levels of concern, grief and now relief pouring off the supernatural entities in the room, but you couldn't. Your thoughts remained stubbornly at ease with everything happening around you.
"Obviously I'm missing something," you stated plainly as Asmo sniffled against your neck. "Can someone please explain?"
"Not now," Beel whispered against you as he held you tightly. "Just ... We'll explain everything in a bit."
Belphie hummed in agreement as he nuzzled against his mark. "Let us be selfish and just hold you for a minute."
Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan and Satan watched the group from a distance with the others. Their brows furrowed as you reluctantly let the topic drop — the, what would've been, adorably bewildered expression not once leaving your face.
"I don't like this," Mammon mumbled to them, hands gripping tightly onto his own arms from where they crossed over his chest. "I mean, yeah, it's amazin' that the pacts are back and I'm thankful as fuck, but ..."
Satan nodded, "The implications of that and what just happened aren't nearly as nice. If that charm could put them into a coma, erase the memory of an extremely traumatic event and person, and do the impossible by bringing back their pacts, there's no saying what else it could do if MC was ever put in a life-threatening situation again."
Luke frowned and glanced over at you as he fidgeted with his hands. "D-Do you ... Do you think it could kill them?"
Barbatos gently placed a hand on the younger angel's shoulder. As he looked down at Luke, his gaze wasn't soft or comforting as it perhaps should've been, but rather serious and remorseful. Luke's breath caught in his throat at just the sight. "We don't know enough about it yet to say. Assumably, as the charm is meant to keep them safe, it shouldn't but ..."
"It's already been proven that this 'safety' is by MC's definition." Lucifer huffed. "We'll have to keep a close eye on them until we can break it."
Simeon cocked an eyebrow at the statement, peering over at the demon. "And do you think that's possible? Breaking the charm, I mean. Solomon is a powerful wizard on his own, but with those pacts," he let out a shaky breath as he shook his head. "He was unlike any creature I've ever seen."
Diavolo took in the angel's words. He stood strong and stern, his mouth fixed in a strange frown as his soft eyes carefully kept watch over you and the younger brothers. "Solomon may have been powerful, but he would've had all the pacts in the world and still be alone with the way that he chose to live his life. MC has something he will never have," The prince smiled as looked over to Lucifer. "They have a family."
His smile grew slightly more solemn as he turned to Simeon. "I trust you, Simeon. You may not always be the perfect angel, but you are a good person," The angel's eyes widened as his lips parted for inaudible words. " I trust you. If you say that Solomon is taken care of, I trust that he is no longer a threat to MC or anyone else."
"But-" Levi tried to cut in, only to get stopped by Diavolo raising a hand.
"However," he continued, his voice dropping dangerously as his golden eyes hardened. "If I hear a single word about him causing any kind of trouble or interacting with my people again-"
"Then I'll bring him here myself," Simeon finished, his voice equally as cold. "And you and the others will be free to do whatever you please."
Diavolo hummed, his smile returning, revealing his deadly canines. "Then we have an agreement. As for the charm, we have nine of the most powerful demons in the Devildom and two extremely talented angels on our side. I imagine there isn't much we aren't able to do when we work together, wouldn't you agree Lucifer?"
Without taking his eyes away from your sheepishly smiling self, his mark practically sparkling in its proper place as you were smothered in the arms of his family, Lucifer couldn't help but smile. "Yes. I suppose you're right."
It was hard to say what the future held. The charm held a number of threats and worries that none of them could ever predict. Solomon was still out there somewhere and though he may not have power now, it was only a matter of time before he found an alternate solution. The brothers' were all healing from an event that you had no memory whatsoever about. Things were a mess.
But,
You were home. At least for now, you were safe. And most importantly, you were all together again.
And the brothers' supposed that for now that would be enough.
***Thank you all so so much for coming on this crazy journey! I do hope you all enjoyed it! This was both frustrating, sad, and so beautiful to write, but I hope you all love it as much as I do. Thank you all for the love and support that you constantly amaze me with. Remember to keep loving and supporting each other! -B***
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yandere arch mage X reader
A/N : uuh... it's kinda yandere if you squint hard enough?but honestly I just wrote this cuz of the song I was listening
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so imagine this world is set in a fantasy world with magic and mythical creatures,in the middle of this chaotic world is Callisto the feared arch mage,someone who goes beyond the word prodigy and genius he alone reinvent magic into something more useful,powerful,destructive and dangerous than ever
And then there's you,the fifth royal Princess who's said to be neglected by your own father and is unloved by your own mother
being born to a sickly body,you couldn't walk properly often needing a cane or a help from a servant to steady yourself,and because of your body you couldn't even do basic magic,in a simpler terms the world decides that you'll be it's most hated creature even worse than those 'beasts' in the forest
but as Callisto looked Infront of him,a confident girl staring back at him,despite your sickness your eyes held no such miserable thoughts for yourself,he often wondered how did such a weak girl became so powerful at the same time?
"I'd like to propose a deal with you" you said extending the contract papers you'd meticulously created in the past weeks,it covers all the basics and ground rules even the ones that most scholars even smartest ones didn't think about
Callisto stared at it,then averted his eyes back at you,he let's out a cheeky smile his body leaning over towards you as he rest his head on his palm "how amusing"
that was the first meetings you've ever had with him,a dangerous man akin to a devil but you're willing do deal with even the devil if it meant your survival
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now fast forwarding two years later,Callisto finds himself subconsciously extending his arm towards you whenever you needed help walking,he finds himself giving you piggy back rides to carriages and he finds himself often worrying about your every little movements,he treated you like a fragile glass that'll disappear if he were ever careless,yet he never overstep his boundaries
He remained uninvolved when he thinks you can take care of it,he often just observed and finds himself admiring how even with your sickness and challenges you never made it an obstacle
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It was midnight,no carriages was available and you were planning on walking home,but you find yourself hanging onto Callisto's neck as he gave you a piggy back ride
"heh,look at you giving a weak girl piggy back rides in the middle of the night no less" you said hugging him tighter,he would be lying to say your actions didn't made his heart flutter
"what? you're my client, it's only natural I made sure you get the utmost care" he reasoned a cheeky grin appeared on his face,oh that cute little grin of his,it never fails to make you feel flustered
"hm?so you're telling me if it were any other person you'd give them the same treatment too?" You questioned,somehow a tint of jealously appeared in your heart
you'd hoped he didn't notice the slight difference in your tone,but oh he noticed it he noticed everything about you,your cute laugh,your eyes,how brightly they shined everytime you saw him,that beautiful grin of yours, seeing you half asleep as he carried you across town back to your mansion he couldn't help but wished this would last forever
"ofcourse not, don't be so jealous now little dove" he said,'little dove' one of his many nicknames he gave you,yet no matter how many times you've heard it,it never fails to made you feel special
You wondered if it were any other guy,would you feel the same?,is it just him?is he special?did you like him?oh god are you inlove?!
The realisation struck you like lightning striking the ground,your heart hammered between your ribcage as everything about him became more and more...noticeable
His shining black hair,his beautiful purple eyes,and his cute little smile,wait..cute? it's never cute before sure he's annoying...and....well...oh god...
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If we go back three years prior to say you fell in love with Callisto the man you're planning on using and leaving behind as soon as possible, you'd be laughing until your coughed up blood,but here you were having a nice warm tea party in the winter somehow Callisto had casted a spell causing the parameter of your mansion to feel warm and breezy
A perfect temperature
"say have anything interesting happens this evening?" Callisto asked,hmm ofcourse it's that exact reason you invited him for a tea today,you assume he already knew about it too, considering his smile is no longer visible he looked like he's thirsty for blood, your father's blood to be exact
"my father-"
"yes the emperor"
"well, he'd decided to forward my wedding with the viscount"
you sighed sipping your tea,you thought you'd have more time but it seems like always the world isn't on your side
"when?" He asked,you couldn't help but notice how incredibly dark his voice had gotten,looking at your surroundings you could tell he was ..... Angry maybe it's because this will be putting the plan back for months,any wrong words will get you killed
Afterall the only reason he'd ever put up with you is because you're his 'client' which meant you're useful to him,but if you were to ever be the Viscount's wife.....
"tommorow." You answered truthfully suddenly strands of your hair flewed back you felt an incredible mana surge,the plants withered as if winter had finally caught onto your mansion yet you've never felt cold, it's still warm
"w-well I'm sure I can work something out so yo-you don't have to worry about anyt-"
as you rambled on,you hadn't realised how Callisto had changed his position,no longer was he sitting infront of you,he instead stood behind you,with your cane at hand,he leaned forward his long hair perfectly fall onto your shoulder,as your back was pressed onto his chest
his arm slithered around your waist...hes...hugging you...his face was pressed against your head,he took a deep breath smelling your scent,slowly he starts calming down but his hugs became tighter he felt as if once he let go he'll lose you forever
No...he can't have that,from that moment you sighed that contract you're his,how dare that bastard Viscount decide to take HIS future wife and without realising it Callisto had made the plants completely withered
you noticed how rigged he's becoming,but you never once complained about how tight he's hugging you,because frankly even at this state he's still gentle as ever he made sure to held you so softly you almost fell for him all over again
"I'll handle it" he whispered,this time he burried his face on your neck leaving butterfly kisses all over it,"wa-wait calisto you can't-"
"please" he begged
ah....that face of his is truly dangerous...anything he wants if he just asked you'd give him your life no questions asked,sighing you smiled softly leaning your head againts his "go ahead" you whispered
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if someone were to say to another that the weak and sickly fifth princess will one day rule the kingdom they'll surely laughed and say the other person was crazy
if someone were to say the arch mage would willingly kneel for someone they'd also laughed
But here, Infront of everyone in the kingdom,Callisto and everyone else witnessed the fifth princess sat ontop of the golden throne overlooking everyone
Callisto stepped forward,you smiled at him as he did at you,a soft and loving gaze in his eyes he kneeled willingly and proudly at his now wife "her majesty the Queen of thalisiam empire" Callisto said he couldn't help but felt proud of you,oh how far you've come
"raise your head,my love" you said
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if his old self were to be in his position he'd be writling with rage,how could they be subdued by a royal dog?!no less the weakest one?!
yet as calisto watched you snuggling up onto him,your cheeky smile plastered on your face "hello my lovely" you whispered,he stared at you his stare remained unreadable
if he wanted too,he could've killed you here and now he could execute his original plan,seize the throne and made sure his blood line stay dominating the world for years and generations to come,afterall you're just a weak queen who couldn't even walk properly without needing a help from servants or a cane yet he find himself at his weakest around you
honestly if you asked him too he'd gladly took his own life,"what did you do to me women?" He said,hearing this you raised an eyebrow,"weirdo" you said sticking your tongue out with that same firery look in your eyes
The one's he fell for in the first place
"we should have children" he whispered
"all of a sudden?"
"yeah,I would love a little daughter or a son,with your stubborn heart or even your temper,give them your beautiful sparkling eyes or your enchanted smile,so that when we're gone,the world will find all the reasons i loved you within them" he declared
you couldn't help but laughed "you're such a romantic you know that?"
"I'm not hearing a no,for the children part" he said as his arm held onto your waist,you rolled your eyes flicking his forehead
"I'm tired idiot"
"but you're not rejecting it right?"
".... no maybe one day,but for now this queen need some sleep,will you remove the lights for me"
"I'll remove anything and anyone for you"
#oc x reader#yandere x willing reader#Yandere mage X reader#x y/n#female reader#yandere oc imagine#Soft yandere#fantasy fiction
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Solielin MorningStar
"The world is very peaceful when you don't care about anyone anymore..."
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#navi⌗oc⌗writes#meet the wife of Belphegor and Beelzebub#Solielin is also a very good harp player!#and she's the daughter of a mage#my favorite oc#yandere oc art#yandere oc#tw yandere#ocs#yandere oc x reader#yandere oc x y/n#yandere oc x you#yandere male
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LOOK AT THIS TWINK ASS MOTHERFUCKER
just look at him. that is all
#why do i always fall for the white haired psychopaths…….#male yandere#66666 years advent of the dark mage#the dark magician transmigrates after 66666 years
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A Loving Homage To “Dark Mage Solomon”
“All Magic Comes With A Price” is the first title in an amazing 3-part series for “Dark Mage Solomon” written by @beels-burger-babe, where she wrote about Solomon under the influence of the magic of his pacts, losing his soul and abusing the main character (You, in place of the reader) as a result. It’s a graphic and heart-wrenching story. Absolutely amazing. I’ve linked it, and I cannot recommend reading it enough. She’s one of my favorite “Obey Me!” fanfic authors. 10/10, highly recommend perusing her goods if you’re a fan of the series.
She finished the Dark Mage Solomon series today and I found myself wanting more, so I ended up writing my own blurb to continue off of the story pieces she left to the reader’s imagination. This is a fan-made piece that’s designed to pick up where she left off in her three-part collection for her Dark Mage Solomon series.
WARNINGS:
- MAJOR SPOILERS for @beels-burger-babe‘s “Dark Mage Solomon” series.
- Mentions of physical and emotional abuse
- Ya’ll this is so much darker than my usual works. Hahahaha.
- Obsessive and addictive behaviors from Solomon
- Semi-mind-control/influence?
- Asmodeus cries a lot
- THIS IS NOT A STAND-ALONE PIECE. It’s meant to be read after you read the entirety of the Dark Mage Solomon series written by @beels-burger-babe
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Resolutions In Broken Memories
It's been some time since your pacts returned, but the brothers haven't stopped fawning over them. They'd long-since mourned their losses. The moments they felt the burn of your separation, they thought this connection to you was lost forever. To see the gift of having them returned was something out of a fantasy, and none of them can seem to fully believe that they still get to have this special connection to you.
Oftentimes, you find them caressing their marks absent-mindedly while cuddling you. At first, it seemed really cute, but once the haze of the spell's initial 'fix' wore down, you began to realize it was a bit strange how fixated on your marks they were.
You began to ask questions.
The brothers, Diavolo and Barbatos, Simeon and Luke had all discussed your condition thoroughly before you really came out of your stupor. They came to the unified conclusion that if you wanted to know what happened, it'd be in your best interest to walk you through it again. After all, the fear that caused you to break down, the fear that caused the spell to activate, was the fear of having permanently lost your connections to the brothers. Now that you had those back, conversations surrounding what happened to you previously would be easier, or, at least less dangerous to have.
Still, they can’t help but be afraid of what will happen to you if you’re pushed into a place of panic again.
They still don't understand how strong this spell is, and all attempts to break it have ended poorly. Solomon's power may be gone from him, but the footsteps of his actions in the past echo forward, marking you with the sorcerer's influence.
The charm stands as one last glimpse of the immense power he wielded before he got caught.
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Asmodeus in particular has been struggling to leave your side. He gently caresses his mark on your skin, eyes listless when he thinks you can't see. You gently caress his head, holding him close, letting him take all the time he needs.
You, after all, don't know what's happened to you.
"Asmodeus?" Your voice saying his name is a blessing for him to hear. His eyes look to yours as he glances away from your mark. "Can I ask.. why is it you guys keep caressing my marks? I feel like.. Well I feel like something strange happened. Something bad. But I don't remember anything happening."
Asmodeus' fingers stop against your skin, and his expression darkens. He averts his gaze and you feel your stomach drop. Whatever it was that happened, it was so painful to him that he couldn't even find the words to express everything. You gently stroke your fingers through his hair, your thumb softly rubbing along his cheek. You gently murmur to him; "I'm here. You can talk to me about it. I promise."
".. Something.. happened to you. But, because of what happened to you, there's a spell on you." He begins slowly. He'd worked through this in his head a thousand times since you'd lost your memories, in case he'd have to be the one to tell you. "... Because.. of.. ah.." You can see his eyes welling with tears as he speaks. "Because of the spell.. if you feel unsafe... the spell will do things to make you feel safe again.. But.." You gently caress his head, cooing gentle praises to him for being so brave in telling you about this, and it gives him just enough strength to continue. "... We don't know what it'll do. ... Something did happen to you, but.. Until the spell is gone, there's a powerful and unknowable influence that reacts to your emotions."
"And such a spell would be incredibly dangerous if I was upset while under its influence." You finish and he nods. You gently tug him in closer, massaging into his back. "... Thank you. Knowing that much at least gives me a sense of what's happened. ... If it really is that powerful and dangerous, then, it's okay if I'm in the dark a little longer. I'm happy right now. I feel safe." Asmodeus clings to you and you hold him close. He begins crying quietly into your shoulder, and you warmly massage into his back.
Whatever it is, you're okay being there for him right now. It could be the spell and how it calms you, but, you're content here. You're content to just experience this moment with him, knowing just a fraction of the whole story.
Asmodeus just sobs as he remembers what he did to you. Every caress from you when he knows you can’t remember his actions.. just feels like a burning singe to his skin. The nightmares have lessened, but knowing that they weren't just nightmares- Rather memories of him hurting you- has been killing him. Every reassuring and comforting murmur from your lips makes him feel selfish in a way he can't put to words right now.
All he can say is repeated apologies. Begging you for forgiveness with every quiet sob. You gently massage into his back, affectionately telling him it's okay. You'll be okay.
And in every sense of the word, you truly believe that you're safe.
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Solomon has been searching, scrounging, trying to find any source of power he can scrape together. Something, anything to let him feel in control again.
He hasn't felt this helpless in a very long time.
The brothers took care to shut down any networks of magic users from accepting or helping him. Diavolo made it clear to all of Devildom that any demons found consorting with the once-powerful sorcerer would find themselves answering to him directly.
No matter how far he went, what realm he consorted with, he was unable to find anyone willing to make a pact or allow him to borrow their power.
The sorcerer finds himself leaning on the oldest of magics he ever learned - The ones that first allowed him to connect with demons. Spells forged of candles and written words, chalk marks and sacrifices. Spells cast through loss. Through spilt blood.
Without the pacts, without his connection to any demons, he finds that no stretch of the of his sacrifices are able to generate even remotely enough power to communicate with beings outside the three realms.
It's been months of scraping through to find a way to recover even an ounce of his old power, and in that time, his mind has begun to change once again. Now no longer under the influence of his pacts, he finds himself having more vivid memories of his time with you.
With much less of a rose-tinted glass to peer through.
There's many a night he spends curled up as your screams ring through his core and fill him with a sense of dread. As he's forced to quit his magic cold-turkey, he's also forced to come to terms with what he did to you while he's at his most powerless.
And his most sober.
He begins to realize what a monster he made of himself. For the first time in his life, he realizes just how dangerous greed can be.
Because ultimately, this was the fruits of his own greed.
His greed for power, his greed for you, his greed for control..
He’s still trying to establish definition where the lines blurred. Did he want power to help you? Or was it to control you? Did he want you because you were powerful? How much of his actions were for you?
And how much of this was for himself?
He'd deluded himself in the thick of it that he'd been doing this all for you, for your benefit.. But, with the clarity of his senses so barren of outside influences.... He finds that he's struggling to come to terms with those same excuses.
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The brothers don't leave you alone for too long. You sleep in the arms of someone who loves you every night. Tonight, it's Mammon's turn. He likes to sleep in your room, because it was the way that he felt closest to you. He gently tugs you into his arms, hand warmly caressing the back of your head, cradling you close. You sleepily wrap your arms around the demon and moment by moment, you drift deeper into sleep.
But Mammon can't sleep.
Ever since you were taken, he'd been struggling with coming to terms with having failed you as much as he did. Lucifer had caught onto his feelings of guilt and tried to alleviate them for him, but..
He was your protector.
He gently breathes, holding your body like a delicate memory. A memory of when he's felt his best. A memory of when he's been his best.
Your body begins to tremble. The spell was strong, but it was common for your unconscious mind to grieve in your sleep. He surrounds you with warmth, tugging the blankets up to keep you comfy, resting his head atop yours. Your body soon relaxes into his touch, but not without that damned glow.
The glow of the spell.
Every time he saw it, it only made him angrier.
The brothers have watched as Solomon's spell has continued to soothe you. Forcing you into a comfortable state. It infuriates Mammon to think of what Solomon would have put you through if he hadn't fucked up as royally as he did. The demon's anger bubbles and festers as he securely holds you.
In truth, he’s terrified that you may never be able to experience fear again. Will you ever be able to make your own choices regarding your safety again?
It's common for the brothers who stay with you at night to wake up exhausted the next morning. You're always worried about them, but they promise you they'd be worse off if you slept alone.
The exhaustion is from the emotional labor of their fears.
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The day started off like any other - The only difference was that little notification you found on your phone.
A notification from someone you didn't recognize.
Opening your messages, you see that you'd spoken with them a lot. Your last message to them was something about telling them that you'd arrived at their house.
You start flitting through your texts with this person. You're confused. Why don't you remember them? Why can't you remember this person at all? Who were they? Who were they to you? As you read through your old texts, you begin to see the picture being painted; They were your friend. For over a year, in fact. You had messages going back to when you first arrived in Devildom. You had messages about things happening with the brothers. Messages where you lamented over homesickness. Messages where he told you about experiments. Every time he offered you food that he made, you always declined. You two would go out together alone. He helped you with injuries and healed you. You helped him with magic and testing things. He cared about you, and you cared about him. Your texts make it evident enough to you.
You begin to look through your call history. The last time you'd ever gotten a call from this number was months ago, and his call correlated with the chunk of memories of time that you knew you didn't have.
Whatever this person was to you, they were connected to whatever was going on with you in the now.
Solomon's message to you this morning is just;
[Can we talk?]
You pause, staring at the screen. You're not really sure what to say. On one hand, you'd finally get answers, but... On the other hand, were they worth it?
The brothers kept mentioning that you were under an incredibly difficult to remove spell, and that while under its influence, your emotional state and well-being was a trigger-point for the spell. This person might have something to do with that. You could ask one of the brothers about this person, but with how protective they've been lately, would they let you pursue these answers?
You take your time to think about it. You don't respond right away.
---
Classes went smoothly, and for the majority of the day, you almost forgot about the message from your mystery person. That is, until you're checking your messages on the walk home and you see another notification from him.
[I noticed you didn't respond for a lot of hours, so I figure you don't want to talk. That’s fair. I just wanted to apologize. I know that's probably really empty, considering what I did to you, but.. I'm sorry. The magic is gone, and it's been.. sobering.]
You decide to text him back. [I'm gonna be real, I don't know who you are or what it is you're apologizing for. It sounds like you sucked.]
[You.. don't know who I am?]
[No. Are you the reason there's a spell on me that everyone's been freaking out about?]
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It takes Solomon a moment to respond. You don't know, but he's panicking on the other end. You don't know him. It hurts so much, but he's also elated. You don't know him! For a moment, he has a brief rush of relief that you don't remember what he did to you.
But that's quickly replaced by a flood of guilt as he realizes, you don't remember what he did to you.
Solomon stares at his D.D.D. You're responding, you don't know who he is, but he's already been so selfish with you to this point. His breath hitches in his throat as he knows what he has to do, and he hisses in frustration as he begins to carefully force himself to type.
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[If you don't know who I am, then, I don't think we should be talking. I hurt you. Badly. I think I probably know what it is you're referring to about the spell. ... In which case, yes, I think I was the cause. I'm sorry.]
[If you cast it, can you remove it?]
[... No. I can't. Not anymore.]
[What's preventing you from removing it?]
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Solomon stares at his screen. He's spent the last month trying to find a way to get the power to undo his mistakes, only to find a full power embargo in every direction.
The clarity of the distance from that power allowed him to see how he'd been changed by the magic. How he'd allowed himself to obsess over getting what he wanted, whatever the cost. The man that was left when the magic was gone was just a husk of who he once was. A husk that realized just how much he used you.
In the quiet, he came to understand just how much he'd wanted you for himself. For the acclaim. For the love. For your power. He'd gotten so used to making pacts to get what he wanted. To control those he admired. When he saw you, his rising star, growing and learning and coming into your own... He admired that in you.
He admired you so much, that he wanted your power and your strength and your acclaim all for himself.
But he couldn't make a pact with you. You weren't a demon.
He'd dealt with demons for so long, collecting and borrowing their power... So meeting someone like you, who was so powerful and strong, only to know that he couldn't take that power for himself?
The greed he had was so immeasurable that it permeated and rotted every facet of his soul.
He got hungry, to outmatch you. Collect more and more pacts. If he couldn't have your power, he would match it. Exceed it! He might not have wielded the power of the seven, but he would wield an army that could swallow them if he must.
It was because of this that he had become so obsessed with collecting power. He saw you achieve what he couldn't, and he couldn't stand it. Envy. His desire to have that power only for you to be able to achieve it within a year..? You'd even been able to bring Lucifer under your control.
Solomon was convinced he was the greatest sorcerer that ever lived, until you got the one pact he'd lusted for since he began his pursuit of magic. Lucifer Morningstar. The blow to Solomon's pride ran deep. Deeper than the rot of his greed. His wounded pride was what really drove his actions.
He needed to feel important again.
You were already more accomplished than him in gathering power. And who were you? Just some random person plucked from the human realm. A nobody. The wrath bubbling under the surface of his senses sickened him. He wanted to lash out. He wanted to hurt you. He wanted to put you in your place.
And that initially scared him.
It's why he had to make a promise to himself that he wouldn't.
He was never satiated. A glutton for that which fed his desire to be admired. No matter the cost.
When he couldn't have your power, and he refused to hurt you, he had to find another option to soothe his burning hunger. All it took was you coming to him with that broken wrist for him to remember how fragile you were, despite your success.
So fragile. Unlike him, you couldn't live forever.
His pride mended itself as he convinced himself that you needed him. It was so easy to believe too. A sweet comfort of a lie that tugged at the edges of his mind. Of course he was still important. Of course he was still amazing. He was your protector. He was the one who would keep you safe. Your mentor. Your friend. Your confidant.
He told himself that you wanted his protection. But.. The driving force at the very core of his actions was his desire to possess that which he admired.
His desire to possess your magic. And when he couldn’t possess it, he decided to destroy it.
He hated how his veins itched for the magic. For the control. For the strength. Every pang of craving for that power just wracking his senses with the guilt.
Even now, his mind runs a mile a minute to try to use you, and he finds himself disgusted. Even now, he's still hungry to possess you. He keeps finding his mind trying to find a way to get you to meet him alone. A thought he repeatedly shoves out of his mind to the best of his ability.
He's fighting so hard against it. Against the cravings. Just that alone is taking so much energy. He stares at his screen, helpless. Sloth tugging at his soul, begging him to give in, to take the easy way out.
It'd be so easy to isolate you again.. And this time he could do it right..
Solomon drops his D.D.D to the ground between his legs as he clutches his skull. He's a mess. His eyes, grey without a single speck of their old golden hue, stare at the device.
You deserved an answer.
Could he give you one without losing control again?
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[My magic was removed. For good reason. I no longer can practice it. I'm.. I'm sorry. I can't undo the damage I've caused.]
[What damage did you cause?]
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How does he answer THAT? Do you remember NONE of it? What of your pacts? Is this.. Is this the work of his charm? His stomach drops.
Did he doom you to live in a passive stupor for the rest of your life?
They're calm again. Happy. We could get them alone and this time try it right. This could be good for us! The thoughts swirl against his chest as he grips his head.
The desire to be close with you again soaks into his core, and he has to let it wash over him like a bad headache.
He can't use you again.
He forces himself to remember your body, limp and almost lifeless in his arms. He did that to you.
He can't trust himself with you.
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You watch your screen as Solomon types and then stops repeatedly.
This goes on for a while. So long, in fact, that you put your D.D.D away and just enjoy the company of the brothers for a movie night. It isn't until you're heading to the kitchen to grab some snacks that you feel your D.D.D buzz.
You lean against the kitchen island as you read it.
[I.. used you. To soothe my own insecurity. In doing so, I destroyed your pacts with the 7 brothers. I isolated you from the outside world for months. I lied about your whereabouts to our friends. I cast a charm on you to try to force you to feel safe again, so you'd finally be happy.. ... I don't know the extent of what that charm has done to you, but I think that might be the spell that the others are so worried about.]
Your mind fuzzes over as you try to remember. Why can't you remember? And what's more, you're not even.. scared. You're not even scared that you don't remember.
The longer this charm has sunk into your senses, its passively calming effects have taken root.
[... I can't remember any of this. Why can't I remember any of this?]
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Why CAN'T you remember any of this? Solomon feels his stomach flip-flop as he clutches his device.
[I'm.. not sure. It's possible it's connected to the charm.]
[My pacts are fine though. So, if you did something to them, it didn't stick.]
His eyes widen.
Your pacts were... fine?
You'd been able to recover the unrecoverable?
Could he.....?
He shakes his head. He needs to know more. No- You need to know more. He doesn't need closure. You do.
“This isn't about you. You can’t make this about you.” He utters this to himself, hissing the words like a curse against his own weakness as he takes up your chat again.
[Ask the brothers about your pacts. They should know more.]
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"Hey, everything alright in here?"
You look up to see Belphegor standing in the doorway. His expression is warm as he found you safe and sound. But when he sees you looking to your D.D.D instead of gathering snacks, he does feel nervous.
You set the device aside and look lost in thought. "... Belphie, can I ask you something?"
"Yeah, of course." He comes alongside you and leans against the island with you.
"Did something happen to my pacts with you guys?"
His heart drops. Why are you asking about that? He reflexively begins looking you over as he panics visibly, looking for his and his brother's marks.
They were all still there.
He breathes a sigh of relief, resting his forehead against your shoulder, but his reaction alone is quite the answer to your question.
".. I think I'm ready to hear about what happened to me. Can you please tell me?"
"... C'mon. We should go talk to the others about it."
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The movie paused, the brothers gently ease you into it, telling you about what Solomon had done to you. How he'd ripped you from your pacts. The immense physical and emotional abuse you endured. How he abused his control over Asmodeus, and the violent nightmares the demon endured as a result. How Asmodeus felt so helpless as he was forced to do Solomon's bidding.. How, even now, the charm he cast on you is preventing you from being able to remember any of it. They explain that they don't even know the scope of the charm's strength, but that it's already shown to shift the reality of your body and mind to make you feel safe, so it's very dangerous.
So much begins to make sense.
Belphegor sees you thumbing your D.D.D as you listen, and it clicks to him that there was probably a cause to this conversation.
"... Did someone bring it up to you? Is that why you're asking about it?"
"... Someone with the username 'MonSOLO' has been texting me today-" But before you can finish your sentence, several of the brothers have shifted into their demon forms.
Just the man's username is enough to put them on high guard for yours and Asmodeus' safety.
And, knowing the story now, it makes complete sense.
Mammon is the first to blurt out "HE'S GOT NO RIGHT" followed by Asmodeus going fetal, hugged and caressed by Beelzebub. Belphegor is silent, but his expression is visibly pissed. Satan's smiling, but you can feel the murderous intent behind it as he begins to speak up.
"No no, this is perfect. Now we can tear him limb from limb ourselves. Right? This has to breach something. Right??"
Asmodeus didn't realize that hearing that Solomon had re-entered your lives would hurt him as much as it did. He's in shock.
Lucifer is deep in thought as Satan continues ranting vividly on how he's going to gut Solomon. Mammon angrily griping, unsure of who to direct his frustrations at. Beelzebub is tending to Asmodeus. Belphegor is just stuck between rage and fear.
Leviathan is actually the one who focuses in on you.
You're... eerily calm.
Even though you’ve just heard some of the worst possible news, you’re, for the most part, unreactive. They're all panicking and in a flurry of intense emotions, you're just sat as normal as ever.
So he cuts through the noise to ask you a question that makes everyone freeze as they wait for your answer. "___, did you text him back?"
...
".. Yeah. We got to talking." You're slow to respond. The brothers begin to move to listen, each watching you carefully. All of their thoughts and fears and anger put on the backburner. "... I didn't know who he was, but it looked like we had an extensive conversational history in our chat. He apologized, and I didn't really know what to do with that, so I told him I didn't know who he was or what he did. He was actually the one who told me to ask you guys about what he did to my pacts."
"I don't trust it! I don't trust him! He lied to our FACES for months! JUST LOOK AT WHAT HE DID TO ASMODEUS!" Mammon is quick to make his opinions well-known. "HIS APOLOGY MEANS NOTHING."
"You're not going to accept his apology, are you?" Beelzebub speaks up, looking to you with concern.
"... I don't know. I feel like, I need this spell to be gone before I can choose how to handle this."
The brothers are quiet in your conclusion. They'd had you ripped away from them once before, and were scared of the damage Solomon could still do to you. Lucifer speaks up, breaking the silence. "You won't be seeing him without one of us with you as protection. Is that understood?" His words are harsh and commanding, but his tone is gentle. He's worried about you. This is the best way he can give you the freedom to make your own choices, without losing you again.
The last thing you need is seven controlling demons after what you’ve been through.
"I understand. It sounds like there's a lot I don't know about him. I'd feel safer with one of you guys around anyway."
"I can't do it." Asmodeus croaks, his eyes listless as he stares at the ground. "I can't be around him." Belphegor reaches over to gently massage into his brother's back. He knows especially how hard this has been on Asmodeus.
Watching Asmodeus, you wonder to yourself if you'll feel similarly when the charm is taken off.
It's so hard to imagine yourself that scared.
The brothers agree that Solomon will be kept away from Asmodeus. None of them would ever force him to see that man again. Asmodeus seeks the comfort of your arms, and you caress him and gently coo comforts to him, forgiving him for everything he did when he was under Solomon's control. His tears flow hotly as he cries, clutching you close, sobbing as the grief washes over him. He can't stop apologizing, to which you gently massage into his back and reassure him that he's already been forgiven.
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After a long and lengthy discussion, you're able to plan for a meeting with Solomon. A meeting in which, under the care and watch of both Luke and Simeon, as well as the protection of Lucifer, Satan and Belphegor, and the oversight of Barbatos, you'll be able to have a discussion with the sorcerer about the charm he put on you. He's expected to bring every article and paper and note he has on the charm, so it may be dissected by Satan and Belphegor.
If there's a chance to undo this charm, they will find it.
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i must say….
Normal azul is pathetic(affectionate) and easily flustered tako is cute ❤️
but Yandere azul? 😳 BOLD TAKO MAKE ME BLUSH HARDER!!! (≧∀≦)
it’s obvious i am a hardcore simp for azul-
- 🐙 anon
Look look look, it is a scientific fact (proven and backed by me) that when a character is yandere, they’re a million times hotter.
Soft Azul who’s rather awkward in expressing his love for you? All trembling fingers, as his hand reaches for yours. Full of bluster to distract you from his cheeks flushing a deep, crimson red.
That’s good.
Yandere Azul who plays you like a fiddle. He’s slowly but surely twisting your impressions of everyone around you. He’s the only one who’s by your side, prefect. Don’t you see that? Azul truly cares for you. He’s always there, one step ahead in everything you do. Too busy to drop by Mostro Lounge to see him? It’s alright, he’ll send the Leeches to… watch over your well-being. You’ll have eyes on you at all times. Students whispering, staring at you. A silent pressure that makes your knees buckle, trembling underneath you.
Just come to him. Azul will make it all go away with a simple wave of his arm. You’ll be happy, all thanks to him.
Why don’t you show him the gratitude he so rightfully deserves?
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Despite not even wanting to hurt her own enemies, people seem to want to think Ana is a Yandere.
So I'll indulge them.
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He's on his way
👀👀
Gentle Yandere Solomon, my dearest, your time has come
#the hive#b talks#🐝 talks#obey me#obey me shall we date#obey me fic#obey me solomon#obey me solomon x reader#obey me solomon x mc#yandere solomon#omswd solomon#dark solomon#dark mage solomon
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Thinking about a Yandere Demon Lord. This is Part 1.
Yandere Head Canons:
Defying Destiny
Yandere Demon Lord x Isekai Saintess Reader x Yandere Hero
TW: Voyeurism, stalking, Somniaphilia, dacryphillia, dark content, etc
Part 2
You were surprised to be alive after your cold fiancé pushed you into oncoming traffic when you got into an argument with him… all you had wanted was for him to show you that he loved you, but instead he killed you. Yet your life didn’t end… no. Far from it.
Rather than waking up in the supposed after life, you woke up in the Rerenth Kingdom. A fantasy kingdom in a magical world plagued with problems written in fiction novels. And the emperor explained to you, no, demanded that you to take on your role as Saintess to save them from the Demon King.
The demon king was now your enemy. Defeating him was the only way for you to go home… but did you even want to do that? In your last life and in this one, you were merely another unhappy pawn. The silk robes and dazzling abilities did nothing to shield you from the harsh reality of what your life has become once more… would you ever truly be free? Would you ever truly be happy?
The servants often spoke of the monstrous Demon King who controlled the forces of darkness that sought to destroy the light. A demonic entity none of the people in this kingdom had ever truly seen with their own eyes, but they believed him to be out there… how else were they to explain the supernatural happenings that plagued their kingdom? This entire ordeal made little sense to you since you hadn’t seen many disputes between humans and demons unless they were over territory. Vast majority of the time, it was humans that ventured into the demonic lands anyways. Was this perhaps some propaganda tactic? You didn’t know and you didn’t question it, you simply wanted to retire to a peaceful life.
It took a few weeks for you to be able to control your new holy power, but you were able to now harness it for barriers and for healing. Abilities that would be useless without a hero… a fact that the citizens soon realized so they began to devise another plan. To summon a hero!
Another few weeks passed by and they successfully summoned a valiant hero by the name of Reinhardt. His chiseled face was constantly covered by the taxidermied lion mask that adorned his face. The man was massive and intimidating, yet you couldn’t help but feel there was something familiar about him. You couldn’t place a finger on who he could possibly be since you didn’t know anyone else with an imposing stature like his but that gut feeling never left you.
Reinhardt would often glance you up and down when he thought you weren’t looking. His green eyes would bore into yours until you felt as if you’d be set ablaze. He was terrifying to you. Especially now that you were on a journey with him to defeat the demon king… along with a fox beastwoman fighter and an elven mage who had joined your party due to the emperor’s order. The Emperor didn’t see you to be enough aid to the hero on this important quest.
Both adventurers were quite rude to you at first since you had no offensive abilities. They often fawned over the hero who blatantly ignored their affections to instead watch over you like a hawk. A fact the two women didn’t really enjoy, but they accepted it as the weeks melted into months. And you still didn’t know their names since they never told you (and Reinhardt never spoke).
The three of them often fought and killed monsters and demons while you protected the supplies and healed their injuries. It upset you that your party ambushed them since the enemies usually were unarmed. Majority of the time, it was a one-sided slaughter. An endless bloodbath that you had no power to stop.
You often lied to your peers about monsters hiding, unaware that your small act of kindness would lead to a snowball effect in the future. You had now caught the eye of an entity much stronger than you and the hero’s party… all because you were merciful. You were kind and sweet. A true saintess.
Your softness had made your peers joke about you being a cry baby. The elven mage and beastwoman often jabbed their elbows into your side to joke about the tears you’d cry because they thought you were scared. The dense women never realized your tears were for the innocent monsters they slaughtered on a day to day basis too. You were never scared of the demons or monsters, you were scared of them.
Yet Reinhardt nipped the subtle bullying in the bud by shoving the other two adventures away from you with his strong arms. He always made sure you were safe before he offered his body for healing… which he’d just make gesture at you with his hands rather than speak. It seemed he was fond of you, a fondness you didn’t understand since he never spoke to you.
Reinhardt would often pick you up without asking you and tuck you into the crook of his large arm. It bothered you that he never took off his mask, but he had quite an attractive jawline with the slightest bit of stubble. There was not a doubt in your mind that Reinhardt was likely an attractive man, but that didn’t matter. Since he was creepy.
Reinhardt never uttered a word to you but would always dutifully stand by your side (or carry you like some sort of damsel). He often reminded you of your ex fiancé with his stoic demeanor and his bewitching green eyes. And the staring. You swore you felt bare under his gaze even if you had multiple layers on.
And it wasn’t just his eyes you felt on you, you swore there was someone else watching you in the shadows and the possibility of you having another stalker made your skin crawl. Had you finally gone insane from having Reinhardt be around you 24/7? Or was there something sinister amiss?
Maybe that’s why Reinhardt so dutifully clung to you? Whether his protection was out of obligation or simply because he lusted for you, his presence did little to ease the extra set of eyes. In fact, he made it worse.
Wherever you were, Reinhardt was never far. He was with you when you bathed to stand guard. He was carrying you if you couldn’t keep up with him and the rest of the hero’s party. Reinhardt even began to stay in your tent with you…
He didn’t utter a word when he watched over you whenever you had nightmares. Reinhardt never woke you up from the horrific dreams of the man with pitch black hair and sharp talons pulling you into his lap and having his way with you. No, Reinhardt instead dragged his tongue down your tear stricken face in delight.
Reinhardt knew his actions were wrong, but he couldn’t help but fawn over your helpless form. You were so weak without his protection… you were a lamb sent to a slaughter that luckily had a herding dog with you. You should be grateful Reinhardt had such an intense interest in you, otherwise you could have perished earlier on at the goblin camps. Or those other two party members would have likely broken a few of your bones from rough housing. You were a frail bird that needed to be locked up at all times and Reinhardt was willing to be the one to do that! He would keep you safe, even if it took you years to understand even an ounce of his magnitude of feelings for you. He was a patient man!
It wasn’t uncommon for you to wake up in your tent with Reindhart’s imposing form standing over you ominously. You’d cry every single time, but he’d make no move to comfort you. Only stare.
Over the last four weeks, you begin to receive little trinkets in your tent on the daily. Delicacies that Reinhardt would immediately pitch once he saw them, but it filled you with anxiety that he was not the one slipping you those gifts… who on earth could be gifting you such pretty rocks and wild flowers?
You were flattered, just the tiniest bit, by the small, temporary gifts. They were much more welcomed than the iron grip of Reinhardt’s arms. Even though the sender made you anxious, it was nice to know that someone took you into consideration. It was a small action that filled you with hope. Perhaps you would be saved from this fate?
Shame you didn’t understand just how much those tiny gifts upset the hero. Your eyes should only be on him. Your entire purpose should revolve around him. Reinhardt wanted to find the individual who sent you these gifts so he could rip them limb from limb. You belonged to him and he would show you that you had no way of escaping him. You were going to be his bride! Whether you liked it or not, the hero had chosen you as his destined one!
Recently, you’d wake up to him laying beside you in your tent with his large arms wrapped around you. His Roman nose buried into the crook of your neck. This was far worse than him lingering in your tent since he had become so physical.
And your peers did nothing about his harassment of you. To them, it was cute that the hero was so ‘enamored’ with the Saintess! You’ve even heard whispers of how the emperor will no doubt arrange a marriage between the two of you once the four of you eliminated the demon king. It terrified you even more because you knew you’d have little say in the matter… your life was spiraling out of your own control once more. This time, into the arms of some brute with attachment issues. You didn’t want to marry another emotionally constipated man! You wanted to have freedom!
You often cried yourself to sleep which only made Reinhardt even more overbearing. He now would press kisses to your cheeks and cuddle his body into yours. Even in your dreams, you couldn’t escape this massive man. If only you could be saved…
And when you drifted off into an unnaturally heavy sleep, your barriers deactivated. An action that allowed the Demon King to finally slip into your party’s camp and take what he wanted. You.
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Between A Rock And A Hard Place
Male Yandere Human-like Golem x Gender Neutral Human Reader
(CW: Noncon, huge dick, golem man, magic, fatal violence towards bandits, spit used as lube, general yandere behavior)
Word Count: 1.8k
(Sorry this took forever, was originally going to be a drabble and then kinda got away from me, hope you all enjoy huge dick golem man.)
The small town that you lived in, Somnheim, had been victim to a swathe of horrible luck. Raided by bandits, packs of beasts killing livestock, and enemy soldiers scavenging what they could. Finally the town had enough and sent for a practitioner of the magic arts to aid them in the defense of their village.
This was you.
They didn’t have much but they offered a home and food for your services. You figured you could help them and have a quiet place to conduct your research away from the prying eyes of the council, who liked to hold newer mages under their thumb. It would also just be something nice you could do for your fellow humans, and these folks clearly needed the help.
You didn’t want to stay in this place forever though, so your solution would have to be one that would last long after you were gone.
Given your expertise in summoning and animating the logical choice was a good, old fashioned, golem.
A pentagram, some select incense, clay flesh molded to a slate skeleton and imbued with an amethyst heart carrying an artificial soul, some runes carved in, and a scroll inserted that would have him follow his purpose and give him personality.
Then just add in a spell that turned the humanoid clay man into something more human so as not to frighten the villagers too badly and make him able to experience a near human existence.
The ritual was a complete success. Of course it was. You were you after all, young but talented and more importantly utterly dedicated to your craft.
Somnheim now had a mighty protector. An artificial man over 9 feet tall, with huge bulging muscles, shaggy brown hair, stoic brown eyes that gave nothing away, and glowing green runes on his arms and legs. The spell that made him human-like was more than just visual, it gave him nearly all the functions of a human male, he’d be as durable and strong as the hardest metal, never age, and of course he was certainly infertile.
Not one for creative names, you named him Slate.
Eventually bandits came by and decided they would stock up in Somnheim before going on to bigger and better loot.
They did not live to regret that decision.
Slate simply rolled a massive boulder down the hill they approached from and flattened all but a couple. Those he took care of quickly with magically precise throws of average sized stones.
Over the months any threat he couldn’t flatten with a boulder or smack with a stone he would pop open with his mighty fists.
By the end of his first year as the village’s guardian he was beloved by every single townsperson. Even the tiny children, who would climb on him and put flowers in his shaggy hair as he smiled and watched, had no fear of him.
You had enjoyed your time there, but eventually it was time for a change of scenery. You wanted to do more field research and you had saved enough money up with side projects to be able to fund a trip to the other side of the country near The Great Forest.
The villagers were grateful and sad to see you go, but they were much more interested in Slate than you.
But when you packed your bags to leave behind your wattle and daub dwelling once and for all you found yourself blocked by Slate.
He uttered one word in that deep, almost monotone, voice of his.
“No.”
“What do you mean no? I have to leave.” You tried to squeeze past him but he was not having it.
“I must protect the village… Your presence here makes the village safer… I might need repairs… or reinforcements… And you also tasked me with keeping you safe…”
You fudged the wording. You, breather of life into stone, weaver of clay, and creator of souls, messed up the wording.
He picked you up like a box of luggage and sat you on a chair in your makeshift study before going over to the heaviest bookshelf, picking it up, and placing it in front of the only door so you couldn’t escape.
“I’ll move it when I need to leave… then I will put a rock outside to keep you here…”
And that became your life. A literal prisoner in your own home.
Your magical abilities were useless in this situation, you were not a battlemage that could explode a wall, you couldn’t teleport, you bent earth.
Of course you tried to tunnel your way out by making a hole under your bed, but Slate had walked in and caught you red handed. He had confiscated and locked away all your magical supplies and texts unless you needed them to repair him you were not getting them back.
Slate was tentative enough of your physical needs, bringing you food and water and taking you outside like some sort of pet for sunlight, fresh air, and exercise. You had tried to run away but of course he had inhuman speed. And the villagers refused to help. What if Slate refused to save them if they did that?
It was a fair concern, he was made to protect the village and not villagers, he may even see them as a threat if they assisted you. You were on your own.
Though you were healthy enough physically your mental condition was deteriorating rapidly. How could you not be? Being trapped in the same building, even with trips outside, was awful. The villagers only looked at you with pity if they looked at you at all, and no one would even talk to you anymore.
It got to the point where you barely eat, refused to go outside, and spent all your time laying in bed.
Slate was failing the magical directives that governed his personality and behavior. You were clearly not safe, he was convinced that you would die if this continued, and honestly you likely would… eventually…
But the golem was not incapable of learning. He observed the other humans to find out what he could add to your life to bring you back to your usual self.
One night, when he was sitting in front of the house watching the humans passing by and holding hands, he came to the conclusion that humans had families, they lived together in their dwellings and they loved each other. They coupled together and mated.
Up until this point Slate had only been directed by simple emotion and the unyielding parchment that had imbued him with his goals. But now his task demanded something more of him, it demanded a much more complex emotion. The magic in him allowed this evolution, and now he was much more dangerous because he loved you. But it wasn’t just love he felt for the first time, it was lust.
Slate’s expression became one of someone thinking about the one who they adored infinitely, an expression of a man thinking about the person he wanted to have writhing in pleasure beneath him, even his normally green runes and brown eyes took on an amorous pink glow.
When you heard the boulder blocking the door shift and then heard the bookshelf take its place as what was blocking your way out as Slate came lumbering in with his heavy steps you didn’t even glance up.
Not until he stood in front of you and you noticed his strange pink glow replacing his green one did you stir.
You sat up in bed and when you saw the strange way his normally near emotionless eyes were staring at you, and glowing, you scooted away.
“I know what you need now! I am so sorry for not realizing sooner…” He said in a surprisingly soothing tone, a stark departure from his normally deep monotone.
“What do yo-”
Your words were forgotten as he took off his shirt and pants revealing a sweaty body and a frighteningly large cock.
“You need a partner to be happy, like the other humans, and you need to mate!”
He sounded very eager.
“No! Uh… I don’t need to… mate. I need to lea-” he put a large finger over your lips and shushed you before gripping your pants and peeling them and your underwear away from you carefully.
There was no dissuading him from his chosen course of action, he would make you happy and keep you safe no matter what!
It’s what you needed.
Slate leaned forward and spit all over your hole, thoroughly lubing it with his spit, before pressing his big cock into your hole.
It was so large that you let out a whimper of pain at first, but he was somehow knowledgeable enough about sex to know he needed to let you adjust to the size rather than just ramming himself in.
You gasped and writhed but he held you still with his massive hands running up and down your sides as he slowly pulled you down on his prick.
Slate was in complete heaven, he had never really known much pleasure of any kind, let alone the type that came with burying his cock in someone he was now completely obsessed with.
He had no idea his dick could be used for this at all, but now that he did he would certainly be doing this everyday, maybe even a couple times a day! The perfect blend of heat and softness was amazing.
As he began to thrust slowly, with a blissed out expression as he stared up at nothing with drool coming out of his mouth, you couldn’t help but moan in pleasure as his cock caressed your depths perfectly.
Hearing your breathy moans snapped him back to reality. You were finally happy again~
The treatment was working! That settled it, he would do this every single day no matter what!
Carefully gripping your sides a bit more firmly he moved your entire body back and forth on his cock. You couldn’t help it, your whole body twitched with the force of a massive orgasm. The sensation of your body spasming around his previously virgin dick caused him to slam in deep and cum hard.
He pulled you close, holding your head into his muscular chest as he panted, his dick still firmly impaling your limp body. You hadn’t been eating much and this serious fucking had taken a lot out of you.
Slate cleaned the two of you up, bathing you gently before taking advantage of your compliant state by spoon feeding you some dinner he had brought from a town person.
Mating with you made you so pleasured and too tired to resist him when he took care of you, he almost couldn’t wait until you had enough energy to do it again, his cock strained in his pants with anticipation.
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