#(the amount of lessers swarming the place wasn’t great though)

[library-whale]

dude thinks he’s a mothership

[down-in-devildom]

Idk if you’d be interested in running with this concept, but I’ve always kind of liked the idea of Lesser Demons (or at least other demons) trying to get to the brothers through MC. How would the brothers (whichever you wanted to do ig) react to seeing that MC is being used? Originally I thought it would be extra angsty if the MC had a crush on the other demon, but you can take the idea wherever you want to if you’re interested!

First off, I am very sorry for taking so long with this prompt. My brain went on vacation and it was hard to get in contact with it. These turned out super long because I wouldn't shut up so I'm splitting these 3 and 3. Next part can be found here: Part 2 Anyways, thank you for your patience and enjoy!

MC being Used by Lesser Demons (Lucifer, Mammon, and Satan)

CW: Violence, Torture, Manipulation, Murder...general demonic behavior

Lucifer

Lucifer was used to demons wanting something from him. He was one of the most powerful demons in the Devildom and he did not make mistakes in his opinion. With power and prestige going hand to hand in the social hierarchy, it was in almost everybody’s best interest to try to get in a higher demon’s favor

To say Lucifer was hard to get close to was a severe understatement. He had built so many walls around himself after the fall and only Lord Diavolo was brazen enough to crash through them, until MC came along, that is. They were just so foolheartedly friendly and open to anybody that approached them. They demanded his attention, rather he wanted to grant it or not.  

It was hard not to notice the Lesser Demons that swarmed the MC like flies all of a sudden when he started to walk MC down the hallways at RAD from time to time. The other demons looked absolutely pathetic with how much they scrambled trying to impress the MC and do little favors for them. They would collect notes for them or conveniently find the pen MC had lost in their shared Spellcasting Class. It was all harmless to him at first until Lucifer started to notice one Lesser Demon in particular kept popping up almost like clock-work.

Lucifer brushed it off as a fragile budding friendship until MC started to look at the other demon with bright smiles and their eyes would shift to the demon in fleeting glances. No reason to get bent up by MC having a crush but the Lesser Demon appeared to have started to notice and was getting a bit too cocksure about their advantage. They would soon be found hanging around MC more than Mammon.

Usually MC would wait outside the student council office for him to get out when his workload wasn’t too hectic but soon it became both MC and the Lesser Demon. After a few times of Lucifer’s alone time with the human being interrupted by the other demon trying to lay on some thinly veiled praises to his hard work, Lucifer was getting irritated. The Lesser Demon would walk between Lucifer and MC and would sometimes not even give MC enough space in the hallways to walk side by side with them, leaving them to lag behind. MC would always hang on the Lesser Demon’s every word and wild gestures but not once did the demon look in their direction or give them time to speak.

One day, when Lucifer walked out of the student council room, it was only the Lesser Demon waiting for him. He asked where MC was and the other demon had the gall to say that the MC suddenly had an errand to run and could not make it. The Lesser Demon then started to commend Lucifer on putting up with such a weak human and how much self-control he had not to just consume them with how blindly trusting they were. Rather or not MC genuinely had errands to run that day or they were sent away to get something this demon wanted in an attempt to get Lucifer alone, the Avatar of Pride was not going to let this opportunity pass to get rid of some of the more annoying pest that have clung to him recently.

“You are correct. It is quite hard to hold back. You may understand more than anybody how irritating it is when you are being bombarded by demons that do not know their place trying to take advantage of Lord Diavolo’s exchange student. Or rather, I’m I speaking more from a personal experience?”

Lucifer takes a sickly amount of pleasure from watching the color drain from the Lesser Demon’s face as they try to stammer out excuses about having to find the MC to help them with their errands. The Lesser Demon does not get very far at all before being strangled by Lucifer in his full demon form and teleported to the dungeons where their screams echoed off the walls but nobody outside could hear.

The next day, Lucifer informed the MC about their little demon friend having to go to the countryside to take care of some family business and had to drop out of RAD. Rather or not MC knows enough about the Lesser Demon to know that would be a lie, Lucifer did not care. MC can heal from a little broken heart but the Lesser Demon will have a hard time healing from being torn limb from limb. It is so much easier to concentrate with one less fly buzzing around and it would seem like the other Lesser Demons picked up on the warning without him having to hang the corpse up from the rafters.

Mammon

Mammon was used to people and demons alike wanting things from him. He was The Great Mammon and despite his attitude, he was really strong. There is a reason why so many witches want to do things for him or let him “borrow” something from them. They want to be repaid tenfold but too bad because Mammon owes nobody nothing!

Now, one thing that Mammon will have to begrudgingly admit is that he likes hanging out with MC almost as much as he likes getting expensive items and Grimm. So it comes to no surprise when a Lesser Demon first tried to spend time with the MC when they were already going to spend the whole day with him, although he didn’t tell them that, he was throwing a mini tantrum. The dumb demon had approached you both while at the cafeteria and asked to sit with you all. MC was way too nice sometimes and readily agreed and so now Mammon had to share.

Mammon’s tune quickly changed when the Lesser Demon nonchalantly gave both him and the MC some gold earrings that they claimed they bought on accident and couldn’t return. Ah, well, who was Mammon but a generous demon for taking these off their hands. And the gifts didn’t stop. Each day, Mammon was slowly losing his precious alone time with the MC but he was gaining so many luxury gifts and trinkets that he didn’t notice anything amiss right away.

The Lesser Demon was always around whenever Mammon and the MC were together and they all started to get closer. Soon enough, when MC and Mammon were hanging out in his room one day after pretending to study and just laughing at videos on DevilTube, MC said they may actually like the Lesser Demon. Like, like like the demon?!

The two actually agreed to hang out that coming weekend and MC was super excited. This was the first demon outside of the student council that they have really interacted with and they were a bit nervous to see how things panned out. MC asked Mammon to kindly not try to tag along so that maybe they can move the relationship forward into something a little more than just friends.

Mammon was trying to act like he didn’t really care that the MC had a date but then he started to fidget around and couldn’t focus on the funny videos. Why would they decide spending time with the Lesser Demon was better than spending time with him? Sure, they gave some really awesome stuff away but he is pretty sure he can get more Grimm in a night at the casino than the Lesser Demon could earn in a year!....Maybe it wasn’t about the money though.

The day of the date, Mammon followed MC, ya know, to make sure that they were safe. Mammon peaked at the Lesser Demon and MC from his spot in the bushes at the public park and watched. MC walked up to the waiting demon and looked to be pretty excited judging from the large smile on their face. The Lesser Demon doesn’t really acknowledge them at first and keeps looking around searching for something. When the MC appear to speak again, the Lesser Demon’s face seems to contort out of its friendly façade and into one of irritation before they push a wrapped gift into the MC’s chest rather hard and walk away.

Mammon was rightly mad about the Lesser Demon just leaving the MC and decides to swoop in and save the day. He casually walks by the meeting place and “happens” to run into the MC. MC appears like they aren’t that surprised to see him but hands him the wrapped gift that Lesser Demon gave them with slightly watery eyes and says it was actually a gift for him. Mammon is too mad and busy sorting out his feelings about the MC possibly being ditched in hopes that he would show up, that he had to quickly remove himself with the excuse that he was going to run to catch up with the Lesser Demon and thank them for the present.

Mammon was unnaturally quick with how fast he ran after the other demon. He was sure the MC was out of sight before grabbing the demon and forcefully shoving the small, palm sized wrapped box into the Lesser Demon’s mouth, as far down the throat as he could get it while the other demon struggled against the assault and for air. When Mammon was satisfied about not even being able to see the present from the entrance of the demon’s mouth and the throat was expanded unnaturally, he rushed back to the MC’s side and offered to get them some ice cream, his treat...this time. If the MC wonders why the Lesser Demon suddenly stopped showing up at school, Mammon just said their luck ran out at the casino or something and they were too embarrassed to come back to RAD.

Satan

Satan is not very approachable to the average demon. He was polite, smart, snarky, and an unabashed animal lover, but not approachable. Maybe it had to do with him being the Avatar of Wrath or it can be because he would sometimes treat the demons around him more like lab rats than individuals. He was a gentleman though and it was fairly easy to build up some sort of rapport with him if a demon had a great thirst for knowledge and knew how to stay out of the way when his patience thinned. 

MC was one of those rare instances where he did not seem to expect for them to understand the finer workings of a particular particle spell to get his respect and it would seem other demons have taken notice. Satan enjoyed the quiet moments where he and the MC would spend hours reading their respective books in the royal library or when they would visit one of the local cat cafes and have laps full of lazy little kittens. The tranquility did not last forever it would seem because a few demons suddenly appear to think that they have what it takes to approach him.

Things were innocent enough. MC had texted Stan ahead of time that some Lesser Demon in their Potions class was really struggling and had begged to study with them to ace the next exam. It would come to no surprise that MC’s grades improved thanks to Satan’s meticulous note taking so the MC thought that he could help the Lesser Demon as well. Plus, the MC seemed a bit desperate to make some friends outside of the circle they found themselves forced into. Satan begrudgingly agreed. It was only an hour or two and he can still get some time in with MC away from his brothers afterwards.

The. Demon. Will. Not. Leave. Satan is practically grinding his teeth with how close the Lesser Demon decided to sit to him at the study table, spouting nonsense about having poor vision. Demons don’t even need eye corrective measures! MC bought the flimsy excuse though and was trying their best to quiz the Lesser Demon on material they went over in class. The other demon was doing suspiciously well answering the questions for a demon worried about their grades. When it was the MC’s turn to answer the questions on the cue cards, the Lesser Demon was being unnecessarily harsh. They wouldn’t give the MC enough time to reply before blurting out the answer or would snidely elaborate on certain topics well past the scope of the exam needed when the MC was able to speak in time.

Satan was trying to not cause a scene in the library but he could feel his resolve cracking. What made matters worse were the little glances the Lesser Demon would give him out of the corners of their eyes whenever they found themselves able to spew out more information about subjects. The more the Lesser Demon talked, the more MC seemed to shrink in on themselves and the Lesser Demon appeared to be getting some sort of pleasure out of it. Could this dimwit of a demon not feel the temperature of the room start to plummet?

Satan had to excuse himself from the library to catch his breath and walked down the halls for a bit to calm his nerves. He was on high alert so he wasn’t all that surprised when he heard footsteps try to quickly catch up with him before someone gently grabbed his elbow. He didn’t lash out because he recognized the sound of the MC approaching well before they caught up to him. He turned around to face them just to see the MC looking off to the side looking a bit embarrassed. They quietly explain that they were trying to impress the Lesser Demon with their knowledge of Potions but it did not appear to be going all that well.

Satan gave off a bit of an irritated snort but it wasn’t directed at the MC. Of course he could tell that the MC was trying to show off but the Lesser Demon seemed set on trying to make an idiot out of them. MC is way too kind and trusting to know when some demon was blatantly being malicious and trying to use them to make themselves look good. So Satan decided against fighting his sin and was going to release some steam. He told the MC he was going to get their stuff from the library really quick and they can head to the cat café to help unwind after a productive study session. “Wait just a moment, please, MC”.

When Satan stormed back into the library, his demon form was on full display. Not that it would serve as much of a warning to the Lesser Demon when Satan immediately captures them and uses his claws to gouge their eyes. While the other demon was wailing and crying about their eyes, he got fed up and threw them out one of the giant stained glass windows. The other demon should’ve known better than to cause such a ruckus in the library. When Satan met the MC in the hallway with both their stuff and without the Lesser Demon, he said that the other demon decided to drop out of RAD suddenly because they could not keep up with the studies. Suspicious? Yes. Does he care? Not particularly...

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Did I need to describe the violence? No. But these guys are demons so I feel like making them not so friendly sometimes. Please keep an eye out for part 2-Leo

Part 2 found here

[starsheild]

AU August 2nd- Marriage of Convenience

AU August 2nd 2021- Marriage of Convenience

It was almost as though his time tied on the wagon was the calm in the eye of the storm for Prowl. The cycle had started in a whirl of activity and ended much the same way, and Prowl had only been swept helplessly along by it all. 

His processor had skipped a little when he had finally come face to face with the speaker and discovered that the Monsters of Mountains were just mecha. Strange looking mecha to be sure, but beings whose fields he could teek, his optics could observe, and his audios could hear even if his processor could not process the glyphs being spoken for the most part.

The visored mech had lifted his chin forcing Prowls helm one way and then the other as he studied him. When he spoke again it was in heavily accented but perfectly fluent Praxian. “Just ya keep quiet and we’ll get ya mov’d outta here.”

Prowl simply nodded in agreement. It was not as though he had much choice. There was no point in calling for help, for there was no one to rescue him. While his tired processor was sluggishly generating questions as it tried to process his surprise and confusion, in the moment it was so much easier to just obey.

The bindings that had secured him on the wagon were cut away and Prowl swayed as their support fell away, the stiffness of his frame after being restrained for so long catching up with him.

“Easy there.” The stranger murmured, catching Prowl quickly yet gently. He supported Prowl easily until he found his pedes again, then helped Prowl to the edge of the wagon, passing him down to others waiting on the ground, issuing orders in a dialect Prowl couldn’t follow.

Those on the ground handled him just as gently, helping him to the edge of the clearing where Prowl was met with a new sight starting enough to force his processor to focus once more. He had seen images of zap-ponies, of course, but he had never actually thought that he would see a real one, much less ride one. But that was clearly what his helpers intended as they lifted him and placed him on the small beast, guiding his servos to the stiff upright mane that ran the length of the creature's crest pointedly.

One of them spoke quickly, stopping only when Prowl blinked at him stupidly. After a nanoklks consideration and a brief consultation with his companion he squeezed Prowl’s fingers in to the mane. “Hold. Strong. Hold strong?”

That at least Prowl was able to process, and he grabbed hold and nodded. Relieved, the one that had spoken stepped away, leaving Prowl with the single mech to hold the pony. After a few vents to process the strangeness Prowl looked around, watching in silence as the mecha swarmed over the clearing, gathering up everything and loading on an entire herd of zap-ponies like the one he currently sat upon. Even the wagons were quickly broken down and loaded on the beast until there was nothing left in the clearing.

It was then that the first mech that had spoken, the leader, Prowl decided, had appeared at his side and taken command of Prowl’s mount. At his motion the entire company set out, and Prowl had resigned himself to holding on for the ride. The canopy of the crystal forest hid the stars in the sky above, leaving in darkness that his optics could not penetrate and input from his sensor wings that his processor could not interpret.

He wasn’t entirely sure how he reached their destination. The next time he really processed anything he realized he was inside some sort of building and being helped from the zap-pony. A short, dark mech appeared, taking him from the leader and guiding him away.

He led Prowl into a small room, directing him to the berth within, and for the first time Prowl balked.

The mech stopped, then chuckled softly. “Easy mech. Yer not fer me. Not fer no one at the moment. Ya hungry, jus’ wanna charge?”

Prowl started to nod, then caught himself. That was not a yes or no question, and he was suddenly at a loss.

“Ah, ya can speak now, much as ya want. Yer safe here.” There was a hint of sympathy in the dark mech’s tone and field.

“Fuel would be appreciated.” Prowl said, more relieved than he liked at being allowed to speak again. He settled on the edge of the berth, automatically evaluating it as it gave beneath him. Firm, but not so bad. As tired as he was at the moment, Prowl suspected that he could have recharged on the hard floor beneath his pedes with little difficulty. “And, maybe also, your designation?” 

The mech laughed. “Sorry mech. Meh manners are slippin’. Ori’ll prolly whap me when ‘e hears. ‘M Ricochet. Rico, if ya prefer.” He fetched a cube of energon from a side table that Prowl had not noticed at first, taking a small sip before offering it to Prowl. “Here.”

“Thank-you.” Prowl accepted the energon and the gesture of goodwill, even if he had not felt anything of the sort necessary. He was a captive, was he not? His first question had gone over well enough, so after a few sips of the energon he dared another.

“May I know what my fate is to be?”

The dark mech, Rico, shook his helm. “That’s for Ori ta tell. He’ll be by, once ya’ve had a chance to fuel and charge a bit. From what ‘ave heard, they don’ make this easy on ya’ll.”

“Those that have been sent before?” A bit of hope crept in to Prowl’s spark. While he still had no idea what was to happen to him, he doubted that they would go through the trouble of fueling and allowing a mech that they were planning to end for whatever reason to rest.

“Yup.” Ricochet nodded in agreement, watching as Prowl finished off the energon. He held out his servo for the empty cube. “Want more?”

“I am not full.” Prowl said as he handed it over. “But I am no longer empty, and I fear that much more will not set well with my tank right now.”

“Smart mech.” Ricochet observed. “I’ll leave ya to charge then. Yer safe in here. Don’ leave the room though.”

“I will not.” Prowl promised.

“Good. Ya need anything, jus’ holler for me or call fer Punch. He’s my ori.”

“He was the one that brought me back?”

“Yup.” Rico smiled, the single glyph answer full of pride and affection. “‘Need anything ‘fore I go?”

Prowl shook his helm, then caught himself as he optics landed on the glowing crystal on the table with the pitcher. “Will you leave the light?”

Ricochet followed his gaze, and actually seemed a bit surprised at the request. “‘Course. Ya can cover it if want it darker, or I can bring another if ya want more.”

“One will suffice. Thank you.”

Prowl back on the berth as the door closed behind Ricochet. He did not hear any sort of lock engage, which surprised him a little. With a soft vent he let his optics go dim and his processor wander. As recharge overtook him his last conscious thoughts were of his brother, and a silent prayer to whoever might be listening that the Priest had kept his word and delivered the message.

***

The creak of the opening door pulled Prowl from recharge. He struggled to sit up, groaning as his processor slowly booted. When his optics finally focused they revealed the other mech he could clearly recall from the dark cycle.

Punch, Ricochet had named him when the dark mech had claimed him as his originator.

“Feelin’ better?” Punch asked as he came closer, offering Prowl a full cube of energon after taking a sip, just as Rico had done before.

Prowl’s optics swept over the mech curiously as he accepted the cube. The bright yellow and blue of his armor was a sharp contrast to Ricochets, though as his processor continued to clear Prowl could see the resemblance in frame and manner. “I am, thank you. Ricochet was very considerate.”

“Not enough ta ask ya yer name.” Punch grumbled. “Since ‘e couldn’t tell meh when asked.”

“My designation is Prowl.” Prowl offered with the appropriate cant of tilt of his helm and doorwings as well as the intonation of his designation that added layers of meaning beyond the mere glyph.

“Well then Prowl, welcome ta Polyhex.” Punch smiled, the expression if not warm, at least as welcoming as the glyphs. “Rico said ya had questions.”

“Many.” Prowl admitted, debating between what he desperately weighed as the most important, and lesser weighted ones that were not as frightening in their potential answers posed by his processor. Finally he settled on the latter. “I must confess I am surprised at hearing Praxian spoken.”

Punch’s expression softened a touch, his frame settling into an even more relaxed posture as he answered. “There’s a good number ‘o us that know it. Ya seem like a smart one, though. Bet ‘cha pick up in Poly quick enough.”

“Then I am to continue functioning,” Prowl sighed, the words slipping from him before his processor could catch the escaping thought.

“‘Course ya are. Don’ know what they tell ya happens ta the mecha they leave any more. Don’t really care, honestly.”

“They tell us nothing of what supposedly happens to the Offerings.” Prowl admitted. “All I know, all I know that anyone knows for sure, is that they are never seen from again.”

“Well, there is that.” Punch nodded in agreement. “Seein’ as how we can’t have ya goin’ back. But we’ve never off’d anyone they’ve offered without cause. So long as ya agree ta stay, ya live here jus’ like one ‘o us.”

“Like one of you? As a… Polyhexian?” Prowl stumbled over the glyph, his stutter the result of a great deal of surprise, and no small amount of anxiety

“Free ta live and enjoy functioning.” Punch confirmed. “Soon as one little detail’s taken care of.”

“And what is that?”

“Yer bondin.”

[icecreamsundayonajulyafternoon]

Alcina Dimitrescu/f reader

+some well meaning Chris

I also posted this on my ao3 account Homoeroticmicrowave as a part of my resident evil oneshots book the link to which is : https://archiveofourown.org/works/32351686/chapters/80202100

For context in this the reader works with Chris but got kidnapped by Alcina and ended up bonding with her

Anyway behold My dignified shit post:

Alcina tilted your head up by your chin with one of her claws with a gentle sort of care “I might just be enamoured by you my little maiden” her voice had a certain air to it as the power she carried held strong though the coldness it had been coddled by withered away.

“And I am just glad to have met someone as truly brilliant as you are you make my heart feel like it’s faltering” Alcina’s tensed muscles and rigid posture seemed to deflate as her claws retracted.

“My little human girl you truly are one of a kind you are too good for this world and it’s cruelty that it afflicts you with”

Her hands incased yours as she held them so lightly ”Stay with me” Alcina’s eyes steadily gazed into your own “I want you to stay with me in this castle forever with me. I want you to marry me and be mine and let me be yours”

You almost thought she was joking but Alcina Dimitrescu would never make such a joke and to claim that she had would be ludicrous it was simply not in her nature to be so brash with her humour. However, declarations received a treatment that was a far cry to how her delicate words of amusement were handled

“I can give you a life worthy of living for you. I’ll have you adorned in whatever clothes you would see fit to clad your body and express your beauty in all of its forms, I’ll have you living a luxurious life that would make a deity envious, your every desire would be fulfilled if you only ask and I promise you I will give you everything if only to see you relish the world you live in” there was a certain warmth to her tone that she never previously expressed to you.

”It’s a pitiful world full of devastation and tyranny and I will not have it harm you from hence forth”

You released one of your hands from her gentle grasp so that your hands could reach out

“You make me feel pink and small and like I’m fluttering like my feet could rise from the ground and I’d float in the air like some sort of silly, little cartoon character when they’re smitten by someone” you felt overheated and uncomfortable as you spoke but you continued

“I would stay with you whether or not you had riches to offer me. Castles and gowns and jewellery is all very lovely but it’s not what keeps me yearning. I want you Alcina, I want you and I want to spend every moment that I can with you” you smiled despite your inability to even glimpse her face. A coward you were and yet a lovesick fool you were all the same.

“I found a home with you Alcina.” Your eyes finally reunited with hers and as she looked at you, you had never felt more loved than in that moment. “Let me be your home too….let me marry you” the words caressed her heart and she moved your arms so that they fell around her neck and she lifted you up by your waist. “I treasure every moment I have with you my love” she whispered. “Let this world we’ll build last forever”

When you had a moment alone while getting ready you radioed into whatever members of your team were still alive and had their radios still working and on them “So I’m not gonna be able to go back with you guys but everything’s pretty good so uh yeah I don’t really know how to explain the predicament- no that’s too negative a word- situation- no, no this is not a situation that makes it sound like there’s some kind of situation- what I meant to say the events that preceded my current happenings can be perceived as a little odd however everything is fine, goodbye forever”

You threw your radio out of the window and into the snow and presumed it had broke. Chances were your teammates would not have heard your message but it was still polite to let them know you were alive and well and would simply just not be joining them on their way home or anything at all again ever because you were about to be married to a giant, homocidal lady. They could be angered by your supposed ‘disrespectful’ tone concerning how you address everyone and didn’t go over formalities but you were gifted with this thing known as manner which influenced your decision to inform them of your lack of presence on the return journey before hand.

You were just considerate like that.

You gushed over the dress you had been so graciously gifted. It truly was a work of art tailored just for you. Each detail of it was made with a passionate precision that had you gawking with glee as you admired every segment of material woven into the fabric.

It was a true marvel and you felt like a piece of artwork yourself that would be displayed with great care in an art museum. You looked like a glamorous painting that was created with such integral beauty that the expertise of the artist could not be measured by any title or prideful words.

A sense of pride ghosted your senses and you found your fingertips brushing the mirror with such a light touch that you couldn’t br sure your skin had made contact with the mirror at all. You were so subconsciously convinced what you were looking into was glazed with deceit and if you touched the mirror you would break the illusion of beauty and your true form of much lesser looks would be restored. But that didn’t happen and for a moment you could sympathise with narcissus as much like them you found yourself fawning over the being of beauty that you weren’t entirely sure was yourself.

You were truly a bride who’s beauty was beyond befitting of any title that could be bestowed upon you and you thought yourself to be belonging with angels of artwork, your place was dancing with the muses who were worth more than simple adoration and worship.

You weren’t a god but you were blessed by Aphrodite’s touch and you were sure simple folk could not help but be too mesmerised to experience jealousy at your envious appearance.

If it were a sin to be enraptured in revelling in your own appearance than you would relish the hellfire that rained down to scorch your flesh and soul. You’d paint such a pretty picture dancing in the misery of hell gifted by sins. Lucifer had treated you well and you thanked them for gracing you with what God couldn’t.

Alcina’s voice rang out like a dove from behind the door and lulled you away from the mirror your attention had been stolen by. “Perhaps you could be so gracious as to adorn me with your presence”

You turned to face the direction of her voice “of course anytime my love” you said earnestly.

“I won’t look at you now nor do I want you to see me just yet but I couldn’t help but to speak to you just for a moment beforehand…I want it to be special my dear and I won’t want for it to be any less special than either of us want for it to be because you deserve everything you want and yet lover I find myself needing to be selfish and needing to hear your voice”

”Alcina it’s okay” you couldn’t help but to let a giggle escape you “I can’t help but feel nervous to see you and yet I can’t wait to I love you and tonight is special because it’s our night it’s special because it marks the first day I get to be with you forever”

You head Alcina let out a small laugh tainted by an agitating anxiousness. “So do I”

You felt breathless as you stepped out into the night. Donna your apparent personal seamstress and now flower girl guided you to where it would take place.

Alcina stared as though she had witnessed something that couldn’t be explained by any science or rationality. While she herself was a sight to take in when she saw you she felt as though her childhood dreams were coming true as you seemed mythical.

When your eyes met her you felt like you were falling and you didn’t want to stop. Not for a moment. She was gorgeous. A wedding dress perfectly fit for her graced her elegant features. She looked ethereal and you wanted to reach out to touch her. Each step you took seemed so slow. Far too slow for your liking. You wanted to be in her arms and soon.

When you did finally meet her while tradition forbid you to kiss her just yet you at least reached out to hold her hands. Your eyes glistened with joy all of the love you had barely fit in your body as it threatened to burst out of you in bounds of laughter and tears. You felt so much and you wanted to feel like that forever. You wanted for this moment to last forever. You wanted to be held by her forever.

Your hair seemed so gorgeous and lustrous in the glowing moonlight. Fairy lights decorated the trees surrounding you and fireflies twirled in the breeze. To think you would see such beauty and wonder in what had once been a placed that had brought you such terror and havoc.

Alcina held you tenderly as though she couldn’t quite believe this was happening. She wouldn’t be isolated in that feeling as you were swarmed by disbelief, you didn’t shun all of the conflicting emotions you were feeling. Not for a moment. You welcomed them and you couldn’t help but tingle with the relief of any negative thoughts or surprise being overwhelmed with ecstatic delight. You had thought of marriage in the general sense before when considering where the events of your life might lead you and while it wasn’t conventional not anything close to what you could have ever expected you would gladly spend the rest of your days residing in Dimitrescu castle with Alcina. She really was one marvellous woman.

You had insisted on certain songs being played at your wedding from fun songs you had once joked about being played at your wedding to irresistibly romantic guilty pleasures that you would have been teased mercilessly for an infinite amount of times had you ever admitted you would want played. But that was in another lifetime and while Alcina may not always understand certain aspects of your interests she was always glad to watch you indulge in them.

You two danced, chests pounding with a romantic joy you had never thought existed in the way you felt it. As your arms wrapped around her neck as she lifted you up you couldn’t help but think how a much younger version of yourself would feel giddy at knowing how in love you were. Though knowing your child self the word ‘gross’ would also most likely make an appearance as the topic of love.

You admired every detail of her face and when you kissed her you thought about how you couldn’t wait to spend the rest of your life with her. However long you had would be amazing as long as it was spent by your side whether it be one day or one hundred years you wanted to spend it all with her. You had been bewitched by her and you couldn’t be happier.

Then your moment was interrupted by the sounds of gunfire. Violence and stubborn hatred truly had a way of ruining even the most kindest and beautiful of moments.

Alcina scooped you up and ran, throwing you over her shoulder and quickly moving so that you may escape the presence of aggression and be safe in the sanctuary she made for you.

Over her shoulder you saw Chris running, bullets blazing as he ran with a determined rage. You thought he would have been long gone by now. You had convinced Alcina to give up her part in aiding Miranda’s plan. Surely you could convince her to let these people leaves unscathed.

You moved in front of Alcina, attempting to quell her anger and bitter bloodlust with promises of trust and hope. You begged her to at least let you try to form some kind of truce so that you would not have to live knowing people you cared about destroyed each other. Hesitantly she let you go. Though her reluctance was apparent and she looked so eager to snatch you up and lock you far from those who put your life at risk.

You left the castle and approached the direction you were adamant Chris and probably his team would soon be.

Geez he really went to the effort to risk his life searching for your and stealing you back with him all so he could lecture you on your lack of formality and far too casual tone when you had radioed in as well as your blatant disrespect, poor execution of the mission and your inconsideration of the expense of the property you had been given. Sounds about right. It was a mistake to attempt some kind of means of communication really. And now look what happened your wedding was ruined.

You raised your hands up to show you meant no harm when Chris and found and approached you.

There was a moment between Chris properly processing you were there and him first catching sight of you where it felt like everything had been put on pause. He eyed you suspiciously as though you were some sort of distraction, a part of a malicious scheme Alcina had made in order to proficiently destroy any hope of Chris’s rescue attempt and mission succeeding.

”Hey” you waved awkwardly in a hopeless attempt to break through  the immense pressure and tension of the situation “nice to see you’re still alive and stuff that’s cool” your voice rang out through the silence. “I’m alive too which is fun looks like we have that in common”at that point you were just throwing dumb words at him in a blatant attempt to get him to respond in a way that wouldn’t suck.

Chris grabbed you and pulled you into a vice-like hug. You felt him lift you up “It’s good to see you….Where is that thing? What did that bitch do to you?” He seethed.

”Nothing she actually had a pretty good sense of hospitality-did you come here on your own without anyone-“

He had you back on the ground but his grasp never left you as he shifted his grip so that he now had a steady hold on your shoulders. “This isn’t the time to act like nothings wrong if you’re injured or you’ve been drugged with something you need to tell me” his hold on you was just as secure as it was when he hugged you even if he no longer had you squished against him.

“I’ve not been hurt really I’m not lying to you Chris” you looked him in the eyes and tried to communicate with your facial expressions that you were telling the truth.

Chris sighed slightly but nodded “good, we need to leave we can continue this conversation when we’re safe-“

You put a hand on his chest to put some distance between you both “look Chris I’m- I’m not leaving. I’m staying here” Chris looked a mixture of perplexed and horrified.

He stepped closer to you so he was practically leering over you “what are you talking about! We’re going. Now.”

“No Chris I’m not. I love Alcina and I’m not leaving her. I won’t. You can leave I’ll make sure she won’t come after you just as I made sure she no longer interfered with Ethan finding Rose but I won’t go with you”You stared defiantly at him as you stood as tall as you could despite him towering over you.

”Alcina? Is that what that bitch got you to call her!You think you love that thing! Jesus Christ what did she do to you!” Chris looked disgusted at your words.

“Hey man I don’t ruin your weddings do I the least you could do is let me go back to her-“ Chris held your arm tightly preventing you from leaving as he radioed into someone.

”I’ve acquired S/n. Clearly they’re under some kind of influence- they must have been brainwashed or put in some form of hypnotic state!” Chris hypothesised to the person on the other end of the radio upon your immediate reluctance to leave. The moment you suggested you had no interest in leaving he stopped talking directly to you. “We’ll meet you there soon we’ll need a medic and possibly some means of restraint for them” he tucked the radio back into his pocket and turned his attention back on you.

“I’m all here I’m just genuinely okay to stay here” you implored him to recognise that you were in fact all there.

Chris ignored your attempts to defend your sanity and slung you over you shoulder. “Fuck are you doing!” You yelped at his sudden action.

“I don’t know what that freak did to you but I won’t let you suffer! I won’t leave you in this hell hole! We can fix this I promise!” He seemed so genuinely concerned and you understood why but you just needed him to listen. You knew how ugly this was going to end up if he didn’t.

”Stop calling her that! You know nothing of her! There’s nothing to fix! She’s been nothing but kind to me! Please just put me down and leave!” Your pleads were wasted as he stopped responding to you.

Panicking you thrashed in his stone like grip even going so far as to try to bite and scratch him. He grunted in response to your little attack and repositioned you so that you couldn’t easily hurt him and if you did you wouldn’t do much damage.

Your fears were ignited when you heard Alcina’s voice rampaging through the wind. Chris cursed and you began begging you to put him down and leave you. Unfortunately, he interpreted your words as an attempt to sacrifice yourself for his sake, which he refused to go along with.

He didn’t let go of you as he began running and quickly grabbing a gun which he fired at Alcina with a precision you wish he lacked. You started screaming begging for them not to fight but your words crumbled as your weeping shouts were overpowered by the insatiable violence that inevitably occurred due to both parties refusal to attempt any form of reason.

While you understood the motivation both of them had and if you heard one perspective by itself you could easily side with it if the other one remained unknown to you.

Chris set you down by a tree after tying you to it. You blubbered through your messy tears that he needed to stop and listen to you for just a moment. You were desperate for them to stop before it was too late but just as always you were ignored as Chris left you to fight Alcina.

Your thoughts flurried as paranoia and fear truly sunk in and you were sure one or both of them would die. As you were sure you would lose everything to the cruelty of bloodshed. Time seemed to drag on and you struggled to release yourself from the rope that held you securely. You were so sure that one of them were dead as horrific sounds seeped into the cold night air.

Your fears proved true when you heard Alcina’s screams rattle throughout the air. Your breath hitched. What just happened-

Your head snapped at the sound of footsteps and your whole body felt like it was burning as you saw Chris’s weathered face.

He untied you and lifted you up into his arms that seemed to tremble ever so slightly. “What-what just” you could barely get the words out of your mouth. It couldn’t have possibly meant what-no there had to be some other explanation. Any other explanation.

”She won’t hurt you anymore” with those words you fell a part.

Chris remained silent as you sobbed. He just kept walking. He was sure you were just experiencing some kind of false mourning as the result of whatever Alcina had done to you. And yet guilt threatened to creep at the doubt that teased the back of his mind. He held back his thoughts and focused on getting you home.

[unfortunatelysirius]

Everything is Blue [Draco Malfoy – Golden Trio]

♥ PROMPT ♥ [Requested] With Lord Voldemort’s defeat comes the sudden detestation of Slytherins, and Draco Malfoy is the biggest target of them all. However, Y/N L/N holds no ill feelings towards him, and he comes to appreciate her kindness. ♥ A/N ♥ This… is going to get hectic and angsty really quick. Have a lovely day, anon, and I hope you enjoyed it! As a side note, I’m starting to have my own explanation of the prompt as I find it redundant to continually copy and paste requests into said section. Love you, my darlings! ♥ WARNINGS ♥ Swearing, Angst, Eventual Romance ♥ WORD COUNT ♥ 1881

Y/N KNEW, THAT IF THIS WERE MEDIEVAL TIMES, and Draco became a target for prosecution and shame, then there would be tomatoes and rubbish being thrown at him from all directions. And that was a sad thought, as half the time the prosecuted became hermits just to avoid the humiliation.

Y/N could sympathize with Draco Malfoy. He didn’t deserve the jeers and taunts when he had already realized his own mistakes, had already overcome his need to please his father. His friends had deserted him after the final battle—Blaise Zabini, Pansy Parkinson, Gregory Goyle. As the Malfoy name was spat on and shat on, again and again, the Slytherin House began to shy away from him, not wanting to be associated with someone that had a target painted on his back. While the Slytherins were still detested, it was to a lesser extent than it was for Draco Malfoy.

It made Y/N wonder what on Earth gave him a reason to come back. Why hadn’t he merely went on without completing his seventh year? Was it his parents? Had they forced his attendance? Y/N didn’t know why, but Draco Malfoy was slowly consuming her thoughts. She’d known him since she was but a child, and she’d watched as he made mistakes all due to his upbringing. Things would have been different, she knew, if Lucius and Narcissa hadn’t put so much emphasis on teaching him the ways of a prestigious Pureblood family. And now, he was paying the price for something that was his family’s fault, and Y/N couldn’t help but wish for him a better life.

-

On October 31st, there was a feast to be held in the Great Hall to celebrate Halloween. While Y/N would love to have a couple pieces of kidney steak and a bit of pumpkin juice, as that was a standard protocol of Halloween feasting and a must for Y/N’s tummy, but today was a day she needed to have for homework. After all, she still hadn’t quite finished that research pamphlet on wolfsbane potion.

She was lounging in the corridor leading into the dungeons, knees propped beneath her and her hand shaking as she went scrawling across the parchment. Occasionally she would tap her quill against the parchment, just to get herself into the feel of contemplation on werewolf trivia. She wasn’t really paying attention to much else, as she was thinking about a distant cousin of hers that had none of the wild tendencies usually seen of a werewolf—and she wondered whether or not he bothered with a wolfsbane potion. The bloke was rather sophisticated for someone that turned into a raging beast every full moon, so it wouldn’t have surprised her.

“Leave me the bloody hell alone, Malfoy!” came a voice, and Y/N slowly raised her head to see Blaise Zabini tromping down the hall with a puppy-like Draco following behind. Y/N’s eyebrows rose with curiosity at the hurt look that flickered across Draco’s face like flames in the dark.

“But Blaise—you’re the only one I have left,” Draco said, his voice hardly even over a whisper. “I’ve—I’ve lost everyone else: Pansy, Goyle, Ben, Arthur—”

Blaise whirled around, his steeled expression emitting steam, ashes, and flames. “Well, count me, too, Malfoy,” he said coldly. As he muttered, “Pureblood,” and pushed open the door leading to the Slytherin common-room, he spared Draco one last sneer. “Bloody Death-Eater.”

Draco was heartbroken, and it looked like his muscles were strained—like he wished to cry, but the part of him still stuck in a mindset of Pureblood traditions denied him that ability. Y/N hated seeing his soft, handsome features so crestfallen.

Y/N quickly turned her attention back to the parchment in her hands when Draco turned from the common-room entrance. A breath of disappointment left him, and a pang in Y/N’s heart gave her the temptation to go over and hug him.

Rather than give him physical contact that would most probably result in a verbal sparring neither wanted, Y/N decided to talk to him. She forced herself to look up and to meet the bagged-eyed Slytherin’s gaze. He was already staring at her with a blank expression—one she couldn’t read even the slightest bit.

“Are you alright, Draco?” she asked him softly, knowing it a stupid decision. It was a spur-of-the-moment—dumb, ignorant words that came out from her mouth without her honest consent. She gave a small smile to emphasize that she wasn’t showing him pity, knowing him to be too stubborn to accept anything of the sort.

Draco blinked at her. She knew he was unaccustomed to any sort of kindness. Ever since the war, people had viewed him as an insignificant waste of breath—someone that looked and felt like scum, like rubbish between the toes. And it hurt Y/N to see a person—a human-being—suffer through such hardship that he’d come to believe himself as waste.

If this were earlier in their years at Hogwarts, Y/N knew he would have sneered at her for thinking she could ask for knowledge on his well-being. But this Draco was broken, and broken people didn’t have the energy to make others feel the way they themselves felt.

“I’m fine,” he said softly. “Sorry… sorry you had to see that.” He rubbed a hand over the back of his neck, looking embarrassed.

Y/N shrugged at him. “Don’t let it get you down,” she told him seriously. She knew the feeling very well, but she didn’t want to elaborate. So she merely bit her lip at him, unreadable emotions flickering down past her brow and cheeks. “Sometimes, people are cowards. That’s how you realize when someone doesn’t deserve you.”

She widened her eyes the tiniest bit with surprise when Draco suddenly walked up to her and slide down the wall. His proximity gave her chills, ones she couldn’t understand no matter how hard she tried. She turned her head to meet his gaze.

“I’ve.. I’ve made mistakes in my life,” Draco said. His lips were turned downward into an obvious scowl as he relived the memories of his immaturity and sheer ignorance. “I’ve done things—horrible things—that have turned the world against me. I-I can’t blame them, but now, people who understand what I’m going through… the people suffering the same damn things…” He swallowed hard. “They want nothing to do with me.” There was a silent addition that both knew was the greatest point of information of all. And that’s what hurts the most.

Hesitantly, Y/N lifted a hand and placed it on Draco’s shoulder. The instant tension nearly made her jerk back and stammer out an apology, but she could feel his muscles rippling with a sudden break for ease. It made her slowly close down, giving his shoulder a gentle squeeze. “I’ve lost friends as well, Draco,” she whispered. “All because of dumb mistakes… ones I could have easily avoided if I’d just owned up to myself. Just because you think you’re alone doesn’t mean you truly are. I wish I’d learned that sooner, but I… I’m here for you, Draco.”

Draco looked like he wanted to flinch, or cry, or run away. Maybe he wished to do all three. His eyes were watering just the slightest bit, and he was on the verge of losing himself completely. Y/N was well-acquainted with that look. She could read the boy like the back of her hand, and she didn’t know whether to be frightened by her keen eye or curious of it. Sometimes she felt both, but other times… it was a freight-train of fear that swarmed her veins like a tsunami.

Instead of breaking down, Draco did something that shocked Y/N to the point of losing concentration on the steeling of her expression. He had reached over and grappled Y/N into a hug, his hands digging into her back as though he were afraid to let go. He was shaking, silent sobs wracking their way down his back. The way he clutched to her made her think of an abandoned child—the way they latched onto the first adult they seen, crying from the trauma of losing who they loved.

It was something that felt all too real, and no one could deny the warmth that flooded her heart at feeling needed.

-

Several weeks passed, and though it was strange for all of Hogwarts to see someone willingly walking and talking with Draco Malfoy, no one dared approach the two with inquisition on whether or not they were planning something malicious. In particular, the Slytherins were just relieved to finally have Draco off their backs. The Gryffindors were suspicious, thinking it to be a sign of something malevolent—but the Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws shed themselves of their curious looks after the first week, having no interest in either of the two.

Draco found a solace in Y/N’s presence, and Y/N discovered that Draco was more than someone she sympathized with. He was someone she could talk to with no fear of judgment and reproach. For him, it was the same; Y/N was a kind, generous soul, and she was quick to always comfort him when he stressed over his family problems and copious amounts of homework.

One day, they were in the library studying over common potions terminology when Y/N felt the heat of someone’s stare. She was curious not to glance upward at the strange feeling, and a soft smile lit her mouth when she saw it was merely Draco. A quick warmth spread throughout her stomach at the sight of him. “Hi,” Y/N said teasingly, quirking an eyebrow at him.

He swallowed, looking at her with an expression of utter nervousness. A knot of feelings erupted inside of Y/N. “Can I try something?” he asked her, much quicker than she’d imagined for him in a conversation. Y/N nodded, a bit perplexed by his behavior.

“Of course,” she reiterated aloud, biting her lip—a bad habit of hers. A look plastered itself onto Draco’s face.

He leaned forward. He had his eyes open, but his cheeks were sucked in. Bated breath, nervous eyes, clenched muscles—all signs of anticipation, of anxiety. And slowly, Y/N began to lean in too, eager to know—

All she felt was shock when his lips met hers. A hand came to wrap around her hair, clenching it with utter ferocity—the lips growing intense and hungry as she began to kiss back, slowly loosening with the need to savor his lips. She closed her eyes, desperation snugly fitted into her pores like beads of hair—and she wanted to lose herself completely, never knowing true passion until Draco kissed her.

She leaned back a centimeter, breathlessly needing to ask him something. “What… what was that?” she asked him.

Draco blinked his eyes open, his jawline saturated in a sort of adoring tension that made her know she wasn’t the only one that felt need balling up inside of her. “I just… I needed to see.”

Y/N knew what he meant without having to hear his words. And she buried her head into his chest, feeling the exact same thing and not needing to have it said aloud for them to both feel their hearts become one.

[evolutionsvoid]

Between the Black Kingdom and White kingdom wages a never ending war. A constant battle that seeks to exterminate one of these ruling lands. While each kingdom has a single king or queen(?), they have many soldiers who march onto the field of battle, fighting for their rulers and bringing destruction to the kingdom that threatens them. These warriors fight for the Black Kingdom, seeking to topple the White King and end His opposing reign. Pawns - Pawns are small, stitched creatures that do most of the manual labor in the kingdom. They serve as butlers, workers and practically anything simple and minor, as they are the most plentiful. Though they have hooks for hands, they are quite dexterous and can do a wide variety of tasks. Small and a bit shy, they usually move in short dashes and darts, rushing forward and abruptly stopping to view their surroundings. They are used in the field of battle as well, but they are not great attackers. Their main method of attack is lunging at a nearby enemy with their hooks, and that is about it. Though weak, their strength comes from their numbers, as they can swarm an entire battlefield. Large amounts of them can surround foes and can be used to block off areas. Sometimes they are used for bait, luring in an attacker so another stronger soldier can take them out. While simple and weak, Pawns have an insidious design built into them. While living in their own kingdoms, Pawns do not seem like much, just meager butlers and servants. One could easily ignore them and see them as worthless, which is what they count on. Certain Pawns have a secret goal programmed into them, and that is to sneak into the opposing kingdom. Their small stature and minor threat allows them to slip by defenses and notice, and they use that to reach their target. If a Pawn is successful at invading the opposing kingdom, the energy of the land will trigger a bizarre transformation. Their heads will swell and split, birthing another soldier from their stitched skulls. The fetus that emerges will quickly grow into a certain class warrior, and will begin its attack on the kingdom from within. With this, it is advised that all kingdoms keep an eye on these diminutive creatures, as they can cause real havoc if ignored. Especially if one of them births Her...   Knights - Swift and deadly creatures, Knights are guards and protectors of the kingdom. Though their bodies appear thin and lanky, they are extremely fast and agile. Their speed allows them to zip past obstacles and carve through foes who are not keeping a close eye on them. Their scythe limbs are used to hook victims and gut them with a single swipe. While some may try to pin them down on the battlefield, Knights are not easily stopped, as they vault over attackers or evade incoming attacks to slip past foes. Though they are one of many soldiers who fight in the never ending war, Knights seem to be obsessed with being proper and showing respect. Knights are the always to first to bow to their royalty, and practically scramble to do so the second they spot their King or Queen. When fighting, they follow some unknown "code" or "rules of combat" that dictate their actions. Not many are sure what all the rules are, but they are essential for preserving their "honor." Not many pay mind to these "rules" as they do not stop the Knights from being efficient killers, but one can easily notice their disgust and disapproval when they witness a Rook trample an enemy.

Rooks - Rooks are enormous slab-headed engines of destruction, smashing every obstacle that stands in their path. They are the demolitionists and muscle of the kingdom, using their heads as hammers and rams. In normal life, they act as powerful workers who aid in building great structures and walls, or knocking them down. In battle, Rooks barrel straight towards a foe, plowing through anything in its way. It can charge on two legs or run on all fours, ramming through entire battalions and clearing a path for fellow warriors. Its clawed arms can be used for combat, but Rooks prefer swinging their rock heads and bashing foes to death. In its bloodlust, a Rook will furiously pound its chest before charging, or when celebrating a kill. When idle, Rooks have a tendency to scratch their stony heads, eagerly waiting for a new opponent to crush. Bishops - Bizarrely elegant and strangely proper, Bishops hold a crucial role in their kingdoms. Though the King and Queen rule over all, there are only one of each of them. They cannot be in two places at once, and they cannot truly oversee everything that occurs in their kingdoms. The Bishops aid them with this by acting as superior officers and leaders whenever the King or Queen are not present. They direct the others in tasks, projects and strategy, making sure everything is following the rulings of the royalty. Though they command many workers, Bishops rarely ever do any manual labor themselves. When not giving orders, Bishops seem to just stand around and do nothing. They just hold their tendrils together and wait. Even during work projects, once a Bishop has given its commands, it will just stand there idle. On the battlefield, though, Bishops are not so inactive. Boneless and quick, Bishops practically teleport across the battlefield, slithering through soldiers to position themselves for a crucial strike. While they do not possess the great weaponry of a Knight or Rook, Bishops are no lesser. Their venomous barbs can quickly strike down a foe with a single thrust, and they often zip in and out of danger to cut down a target. They are also capable of psionic blasts that can cripple enemies from afar, usually used on Rooks, as they are too large and armored to be affected by their meager blades. While all other warriors in the war are coordinated, Bishops take such strategy to another level. They often communicate with their kind in order to organize strikes and keep certain territories in control. This is almost to the point of obsession, as Bishops will designate what areas and territories each will keep an eye over, and they will never stray from this. No one and no thing will cause them to overstep their boundaries and enter the area of another Bishop. Even if an enemy is standing inches away from their realm, a Bishop will never take them out. They are convinced that such a violation of strategy and agreement will overturn everything that they have organized. If one Bishop were to ignore all of this, even for a moment, then anarchy and chaos would surely follow. Everyone has their place and position, and none should deviate from such a course. If there wasn't such rules, then why shouldn't Knights just run where ever they want? Why shouldn't Rooks just throw Pawns across the battlefields? Why shouldn't they all just drop everything and run around in circles like a pack of heathens? Just because they are in a war doesn't mean they should throw away logic and decency. If so, then what are they even fighting for?