#Angels of death x reader

[marble-anime]

Toxic Fan Culture

Pairing: Isaac Foster x Reader

Summary: The infamous serial killer, Isaac Foster, meets someone akin to a fan that would love nothing more than to please their idol.

Disclaimer: Minors DNI

Warnings: mentions of violence, cursing, blowjob, unprotected sex, rough sex, creampie

Word Count: 2.4k

You’ve been down here for days. Weeks? Maybe even months. You weren’t sure. Not getting a beam of sunlight or a breath of fresh air made the days blur together. You didn’t mind though. As long as you were with him it didn’t bother you. You’d heard of him before, everyone had. The rumors of the laughing reaper spread like wildfire. The infamous Isaac Foster. It came as a shock to everyone when the killings ceased, it seemed like he had just up and vanished. Who would’ve thought that all this time he was hiding in the basement of a chapel?

You always wondered what happened to him. You’d walk down dark sketchy alleyways just to see if he’d pop out and grab you. Ever since you were a child you knew to keep your morbid fascinations to yourself. Having been on the receiving end of many distasteful stares as you shared your analyses about different serial killers and what went on in their minds. That paired with your constant, abnormal, state of arousal branded you as a ‘freak’.

Personally, you thought you were completely normal. After all, you’d been this way for as long as you could remember. What else were you supposed to think? Perhaps you watched one too many horror movies as a kid. Or maybe you were just born with a few screws loose. The only downside was that he found you as off-putting and disturbing as everyone else did.

Zack thought you were insane. Normally the sacrifices were terrified from the moment they stepped a foot onto his floor. And rightfully so, being abducted and waking up in an elevator lowering down to a basement that looked like an escape room brought to life.

You were the one exception. Either you were good at hiding your terror or you truly weren’t afraid in the slightest, waltzing out of the elevator as calm and collected as you could be. But that was about to change.

Unbeknownst to you he’d been stalking you as you made your way through his killing grounds, waiting for the right moment to reveal himself. He quickly grew bored of your blank face and hid inside a boarded-up alleyway, listening to the sound of your footsteps getting louder the closer you got. When he heard you on the other side he swung his scythe. Cutting through the boards and almost killing you right then and there.

Your eyes were wide, mouth agape, as you watched the bandaged monster step out of the alley, wooden shards crunching beneath his boots. It was the way he psychotically laughed at your shocked expression that tipped you off.

In your starstruck daze, you reached out to touch him, asking, “You’re Isaac Foster right?”

He pushed you away, suddenly being reminded of an encounter he had similar to this one. A woman reaching out a shaky hand, trying to seduce him into letting her go. Her facade crumbled to dust immediately when he rejected her advances. Although being lied to left a sour taste in his mouth, he couldn’t deny how gratifying it was to cut her up into pieces. And soon your body would be sliced open as you cry and scream for him to stop just like she did.

“I’ll give you till the count of three to run,” he started his usual spiel, holding up three fingers for emphasis. “One.” You just stared at him. Poor thing, he thought sadistically, you must be frozen in fear. “Two.” He raised his scythe. “Three.” You were hit by a gust of wind as the blade cut through the air, stopping only millimeters away from your neck.

“Huh?” His excitement vanished, replaced by confusion. “Why the hell aren’t you runnin’?”

“Hey.” Your fingers grazed the blade, lowering it from your neck as you stared at the man in front of you in awe, “How long have you been hiding down here? And what exactly is this place? Are there more serial killers in this building or just you?”

Frustrated by your curiosity, he threatened to hurt you. Unfortunately for him, it didn’t deter you from asking him anything and everything you could think of. His first instinct was to kill you, especially with that giddy look on your face, but the way you looked at him gave him the creeps.

So he ended up letting you live. It was the same old song and dance every day since then. He would distance himself from you while you constantly pursued him, sometimes even romantically. God, the thought made him want to vomit. How sick in the head were you to want to have a fling with a literal serial killer? Regardless, he had to get rid of you soon or he was gonna lose his mind even more than he already had.

He was lounging on the couch in his room, trying to get some rest when he heard the door open. He groaned, “What now?”

When you didn’t answer he turned his head to look at you. His body went stiff at the sight of you. You hid behind the doorway as you peeked inside the room. Your body was trembling, short breaths escaping your parted lips. You looked terrified. You gasped as your eyes met his and you took off. Almost as if he was possessed, he quickly grabbed his scythe and ran after you.

Adrenaline pumping through his veins, his laugh bouncing off the walls, as he chased you through his floor. You disappeared into the room at the end of the hall and closed the door behind you. Zack slammed his shoulder into the door, nearly knocking it off the hinges. He paused as he entered the room. You didn’t try to run or hide. You just stood there with that fearful expression, batting your eyelashes as you spoke, “Please don’t kill me, sir. I’ll do anything.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” As his head cleared, he realized what you were doing. He gripped the handle of his scythe in anger. “You were faking it?”

“It was the only way to get you to pay attention to me,” you said.

He was seething as you approached him. You shoved him, catching him off guard as his back hit the wall. “Hey!”

“You have a scythe,” you pointed out, pressing your body up against his. “You can stop me if you really want to.”

Zack’s eyes never left you as you leaned in to kiss his lips. He watched you for a moment, not moving a muscle. He didn’t know why he was letting this happen, anyone else would be a red splatter on the pavement. If it weren’t for his pride he might’ve been able to entertain the idea that maybe he enjoyed the way you looked at him. Your eyes filled with adoration like he was your idol, desperate for his attention. Even now, when you touched him you were as gentle as could be, not wanting to hurt him.

Lids fluttering shut, he began to move his lips against yours. Butterflies erupted in your stomach as he kissed back. You hummed in contentment and stood on your toes. The kiss heated up quickly with both of you releasing your pent-up tension. He craned his neck, trying to keep up with you. His hood fell to his shoulders as you ran your hands through his hair. You gasped into each other's mouths for oxygen. He flinched away when he felt your tongue graze his lips.

Looking up at him, you could see the hint of arousal in his heterochromia eyes. Being desired by him made you feel like you were on top of the world. You dropped to your knees and began undoing his pants.

“What are you doing?” he asked, not bothering to stop you.

“Sucking your dick.” You pulled his pants down just enough for his hard cock to spring out. You teased, “Are you always hard when you kill or is this just for me?”

“Shut up,” he spat through gritted teeth as he anxiously awaited your next move.

You kissed from the base of his cock to the tip before taking it into your mouth. “Shit!” The loud clang of the scythe hitting the ground echoed through the room. He fought off a moan, your mouth felt so good. Hollowing your cheeks, you bobbed your head, stroking what you couldn’t fit in your mouth with your hand.

You felt him brush his fingers against your shoulder, not sure where to put his hands. You halted your movements and swirled your tongue around the tip as you grabbed his wrist. You placed his hand on the back of your head, helping him nudge you forward. He quickly picked up on what you were trying to tell him and pushed your head down his cock. He tried to get your lips all the way down to the base, relishing in the sound of you gagging on his dick.

“Fuck.” The tears pooling in your eyes as he violated your throat was doing more for him than it should have. You held eye contact with him as tears ran down your cheeks. You reached a hand up to grab his hip, trying to pull him towards you. He thrusted into your mouth, tangling his bandaged fingers in your hair to get better control of your head. You allowed him to go as fast as he wanted, taking all he had to give. Of course, with Zack being Zack, he set a brutal pace.

Saliva ran down your chin as he violently fucked your face, aggressive grunts and groans leaving his mouth. You gripped his thigh when he shoved his entire cock down your throat, breathing through your nose so you didn’t suffocate. You went to touch his balls but it wasn’t needed, the vibrations from you choking on his cock was enough. Both of his hands held you in place as his salty cum flooded your mouth.

You slurped it down and pulled off his cock, noticing that it was still hard. When you got back on your feet he beat you to the punch. With his hand cradling your face, he pulled you into a deep kiss that had your knees going weak. He lifted you by your thighs and you wrapped your legs around his waist. Without breaking the kiss he walked back to his room and threw you down on the couch.

As you both quickly undressed he warned, “I’ve never really…”

“It’s fine.” You threw your clothes on the ground and stood up. “Just lay down and I’ll guide you through it.”

Zack laid on the couch, completely bare except for the bandages wrapped around his body, and you climbed on top of him. You grabbed his cock, rubbing the tip against your slick pussy. “Ready?”

“Yeah,” he nodded.

You slowly sunk down on his cock until every inch of his was inside you. The air left Zack’s lungs, his jaw dropping at the sensation of your pussy sucking him in. A stunned expression adorning his face, you asked, “You okay?”

He squirmed beneath you, adjusting to the new feeling. “It’s so warm.”

You smiled, placing your hands on his chest and rolling your hips. Zack tried to hold back from cumming right then. In an attempt to distract himself from your velvety walls massaging him, he teased you just as you had done to him, “Do you fuck all serial killers you come across or is it just me?”

Knowing what he was doing, you answered, “Just you,” and began to bounce on his cock. “Damn it.” He knew he wasn't going to last long. Throwing his head back, he tried not to watch your boobs bounce as you fucked yourself on his cock. But you weren’t gonna make it easy for him. “You wanna feel ‘em?” You placed his hand on your breast and, unable to resist, he groped and kneaded your boob. His other hand traced up your voluptuous curves, taking note of how soft your skin was compared to his burned flesh.

“Ah, Zack!” you moaned, reaching down to rub your clit. Your walls clenched around him as his hips bucked into you, hitting your sweet spot. “Keep doing that.”

His hands found their way to your waist, helping you rock back and form as he thrusted up into your warm, wet, cunt. “Just like that.” Feeling his cock twitch inside you and the growls that left his throat, you knew he was close. So you raced to get yourself to the edge before he reached it himself. But honestly, it wasn’t all that hard. As inexperienced as he was, he was still so fucking sexy. And the way he manhandled you earlier left your skin burning with desire.

“Harder.” His nails dug into your flesh, bracing you for what was to come. He pounded his cock into you, leaving you breathless as he used you for his own pleasure. Your moans became irregular and choked up at the feel of his erratic thrust hitting deep inside you. You gasped, body convulsing as your orgasm rippled through you. He gave you one last powerful thrust before emptying his balls deep inside you.

As he lowered his hips, you kept yourself steady by leaning your hands on his torso. “That was amazing.” Zack hummed in response, trying to catch his breath. He was shocked by your next words, “You wanna go another round?”

“You can’t wait five minutes before your tryin’ to bang me again?!” he asked, his cock was still sensitive from your previous activities.

“I just love sex,” you shrugged. “If you could kill people all day then wouldn’t you?”

“Duh,” he said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Well that's what it's like with me,” you explained, “just with sex instead of murder.”

He frowned at your flushed face as he contemplated it in his head. Damn you, he thought, you were still looking at him with that loving expression. Sighing, he said, “Give me ten minutes and we can go again.”

“Yay!” you cheered.

You grabbed a blanket that was hanging off of the armrest and used it to cover you both. Zack grimaced when you placed sweet kisses on his chest. “The hell are you doing that for?”

“I’m giving you affection.” You cuddled into him, looking up at him with big doe eyes.

“Gross.” He closed his eyes, letting you hold him close as you both rested. Maybe keeping you around for a while wouldn’t be such a bad idea. “Do it again.”

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WELCOME SMALL FANDOM ENJOYERS!

Gonna be writing for my less talked about anime and manga babes maybe even cartoons and other media think of this of a master list of sorts. I will have characters from well known media in here but l it will just be about those characters because we don't get much exclusive material about our boys and possibly girls, they them's as well won't be excluded.

Characters/Shows/ Games/ Media etc... like:

- Shino Aburame - Naruto

- Jack the Ripper - Black Clover

- Characters in General - Hajime no Ippo

- Decim - Death Parade

- Garry - Ib

- Micah Yujin - ERROR143

- Cove - Our Life

- Sal - Sally face

Don't be shy to make a request I do prefer that you don’t it anonymous so that I can tag you maybe even become friends!

I’m not saying that I will exclusively make content for that purpose, but I will make a lot of my content based off of that since I cannot find that type of content!

I’m almost willing to write for every fandom and every character. If I’ve not watched the show or consumed the media, I’ll try my best to do research on it! Or even watch the show or consume media. Who knows I just might find my new hyper fixation!

Updates: I ALSO WRITE FOR POC PEOPLE & I WANTED EVERYONE TO KNOW THAT AS ONE SO DON’T BE SHY.

My english isn’t good so there might be a lot of typos.

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could you do an yandere alphabet with zack foster? thanks <3

Author's Note: Thank you so much Anon for the request! I actually finished both the manga, the game, and the anime not too long ago, so I hope I do a good job here! Zack is one of my favorite anime characters so I hope I do him justice or else this will be embarrassing 😅 And lastly, go ahead and check out my masterlist if you like what you just read and if you want to request anything yourself, thank you and enjoy! ❤

Issac "Zack" Foster -> Yandere Alphabet

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Zack has never felt the urge to show affection to anyone, nor did he ever receive it. The subject is foreign to him so he never even thought about it, that is until he met you. Surprisingly affection from Zack is delicate at first, viewing you as some fragile object that he can easily break, making him gentle with you at first. As your relationship grows he will become more desperate and intense, no longer holding you as gently as before. He'll press you hard against his chest as he entangles you in his limbs, hiding you away from the world, enjoying having you all to himself.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Is that even a question nobody knows the answer to? He obviously will, before he met you he was always bloody, and during a relationship with you he will continue to get messy if he wants/needs to. Especially now that Zack has you he might even seek it out more, wanting to eliminate the competition immediately.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

Maybe, the most Zack will do is whine about you being too loud for him and to "shut up". However, the more you keep your act up the more irritated he gets and besides raising his voice at you he might start mocking you just to enforce the point that if you don't settle down, things will only get worse.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

Depends. If it's NSFW stuff, then that's a no. Everything else is essentially fair game though. Zack's gonna force you to do a lot of things if it's for the sake of your health even if you don't want to out of rebellion. You will be forced to eat, wash, clothe yourself, etc. Zack doesn't want you dying on him, so you ain't getting out of this one unwillingly. The same can be said with affection, there is no way you're strong enough to push him away so if Zack wants to hold you or kiss you, he will. Doesn't matter how hard you manage to fight back, you're his and he will eventually get his way.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

Never, Zack won't dare to show you even a lick of weakness to you. Maybe while he's sleeping you'll catch him mumbling about something in his past, but that's all you're gonna get because you'll never hear or witness being vulnerable willingly.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

He'd find it slightly amusing at first, before quickly changing his mind seeing that you're being serious and telling you to knock it off. Even though Zack is a big strong guy, he would never use his strength to hurt you. Instead, if you continue to dismiss his orders he'll either lock you somewhere to come down and keep you there until you do or physically hold you down or against something until your tantrum is over, all the while telling you to calm down.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

No. Zack only plays games with his victims, but you're not prey to him, you are much more than that. Nothing makes Zack angrier than you getting away from him, he'll instantly go berserk, destroying everything in his path just to get you back, and he won't stop until that happens. Once he has you back he'd lock you up somewhere for as long as it takes him to calm down, which we all know will take hours if not days for Zack to do so. Making you rethink each time if escape is really worth it cause even after calming down he'll be harsher to you than usual, and that won't be fun either. Though that will pass with time too.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

Witnessing him slaughter people. Zack doesn't really care if you see him commit the crime or not, he doesn't think it's that big of a deal, at least for him. Zack would be so confused upon witnessing your horror over the situation, he doesn't get it and then is massively insensitive about it, making you even more terrified of him and his lack of human compassion and morality.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

Definitely not marriage or kids, because let's face it, with him being a killer and his immaturity, none of those things are logically happening, he won't even consider them. All Zack wants is to just have you with him by his side forever, that's all he needs.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

Indeed he does. When Zack is jealous he lashes out at the person who made him feel this way. You're his and he won't let anybody take you away from him. Zack somehow becomes even more angry and violent when jealous, how dare someone try to take you away from him he will make sure their death will be as painful as possible. Once he is done with his tantrum, Zack will act cold but possessive with you. He'd barely speak to you and only curse under his breath as he holds you in any way possible, reminding himself and you about who you actually belong to.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

Honestly, Zack would act as his normal usual self around you. The only difference is his lack of urge to harm you in any way, instead wanting to keep you safe and sheltered from the world. There's also his overprotectiveness of you, you come first in any situation so Zack will go overboard for you every time just to keep you safe. You can argue he'd be the same as with Rachel, the difference being that anything involving you is taken by Zack 100% even more seriously. Heck, he'd even try his hand at being nicer and gentler with you because of how much you matter to him. Other than everything that involves you, he's still the same old Zack.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

Zack doesn't even think of a plan about how to approach you, he'd approach you like any other victim of his, but with the lack of trying to kill you of course. Even if you try to run Zack will catch up and try one last time to be "nice" and "patient" with you, wanting you to come with him willingly as that would be easier for him. If you still refuse, understandably so, Zack will either knock you out or forcefully drag you to his hiding spot/where he lives and no amount of screaming or protesting will get you out of this one.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

Not at all. Like I said before, outside of a few differences, especially with the ones involving you, Zack acts exactly the same. He's just more gentler and caring towards you compared to other people. But like I said, there's barely any difference between his normal self and his yandere self.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

The only punishment you'd ever get is isolation or more rights being taken away. Zack would never physically harm you, so he'd use other methods to reinforce the point that you are punished. As mentioned before, Zack will lock you away inside an empty room for as long as it takes for him to calm down or feel like you've learned your lesson. When it comes to rights, Zack will just limit the amount of freedom you had before or will take stuff away from you for a period of time that keeps you entertained. He'd discipline you as if you were a child, and even though that may feel dehumanizing, it's not Zack's outright intent to make you feel that way. It's just his only way of punishing you without actually laying his hands/weapon on you.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

Only the ones that personally threaten, Zack. For example, never go anywhere without him near you. No weapons near you are allowed, for your safety and his. The only human contact as well as interaction is with him only, nobody is allowed to be as close to you as he is, the only exception is Rachel. Basically, the only rights that are taken away from you or are at least limited are the ones where you would have a chance of escaping or hurting Zack, other than that Zack doesn't care how you spend your time. As long as you aren't going against his rules he's fine.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

Zack is not a patient person, at all, I think we all know that. That being said, when it comes to you he tries his best to be more patient. Sure at some point he will snap and throw a little tantrum, but he'll be far more careful about it than with anyone else, always keeping in mind not to accidentally hurt you. He'd try to be gentle with his yelling at you, trying not to be as harsh as he usually would be with everyone else, but even that's hard for him. Only for you does he try to be somewhat nicer even when he's being mean.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

Not sure, it depends on the scenario. If you somehow escaped him then be prepared to be forever on the run cause he is coming. You have been claimed by Zack as his and that means no matter where you go he's right behind you. Zack would never give up in trying to find you, he'd destroy everything and everyone in his path if he had to, anything to have you by his side again. But if you die, Zack would completely shut himself out emotionally, he'd be a sad shell of his former self. Forever angry and miserable, he would not be able to move on from that, only becoming even worse and more violent of a killer, wanting the world to feel his anger by slaughtering people because that's all Zack would have left. He'd add couples to his list of people he would kill, the sight of happy couples too much for him to handle after losing you. After all, if he can't have you, then nobody else can have that form of happiness that was taken away from him.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

Nope! Guilt and Zack? Never! There is no guilt or even a thought of ever letting you go in his head, ever. It's not like Zack thinks he's justified or that he's doing the right thing, but there's no way in hell that will stop him from having you if that's what he wants. As far as Zack's concerned your place belongs with him and that alone is enough for him to not think twice about taking you.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

Curiosity is definitely a part of it. At first, you were supposed to be another one of his victims, but as he stalked you, observed your actions, and got to see your personality and how attractive you were. Zack didn't even mind your smile, heck, you could even say he liked it! It all frustrated him so much, that he could not understand this feeling! The longer he followed you the less he found himself wanting to kill you, but to keep you. So every day he would find you by chance just to watch you, to understand why you gave him this annoying sting in his chest. Zack was so scared and angry for feeling this way for you at first, it made him feel so weak. All he could think about was having you, and that's what ultimately pushed him into making you his whether you wanted to or not.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

Seeing and hearing you so vulnerable gives Zack an unwanted sting in his chest. He feels both irritated and worried, just wanting you to stop and calm down. At first, Zack would ignore you, thinking you'll get it out of your system without his help, but the longer you go on the more he feels does annoying emotions. He'd finally snap and tell you to stop, his tone and words harsh but his actions the absolute opposite, gentle and sweet. Pulling you into his arms as he continues to tell you to shut it as he pats your head and runs his other arm up and down your back, in an attempt to soothe you. He'll stay like that with you as long as it takes for you to calm down, absolutely giving you mixed signals unintentionally with his opposite intentions of helping you.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

Zack will still happily kill people even if they're not in his way in regards to you. Whereas most other yandere's kill out of necessity for their darling, Zack doesn't need that type of excuse and just kills whenever he pleases, even if it doesn't involve you in the slightest.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

His immense anger. When Zack enters his temper tantrum, he always makes sure not to be in your vicinity to not accidentally hurt you. You can use that time to escape, but like I said before, Zack will eventually catch on that you're gone and will immediately run after you. No matter how far or long you run, he will always catch up to you and bring you back.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

Not on purpose. Zack would never hurt you physically, but even though he never intends to hurt you emotionally, he does it sometimes without even realizing it. He may raise his voice at you and use harsh words a lot, this man has no filter and is still learning what isn't offensive or is sensitive for you so he may make you cry or angry sometimes without meaning to.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

I don't think there would be any worship in the relationship. He's not that obsessed with you to actually worship you. Zack loves you on a yandere level, sure, but he won't kiss the ground you walk on, he'd just treat you with more care than a normal person, is all.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

As established before, Zack is not a patient man by any means and will at most take him a few days to a week before he snaps and just takes you. The fact he just doesn't take you immediately says something because it means he wanted to study you first to understand this strange feeling you make him feel. Wanting to figure out first if it's just him wanting to kill you, or a new unknown feeling entirely.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

Not on purpose. Zack would never intend to actually do that, but I can see that happening, depending on how well your mental health will handle the situation of being, loved by an obsessive killer that kills on the regular while having him and maybe Rachel as the only human contact you can get with a poor living situation. So it depends on the person, but I feel like most people would not be able to handle something like this after a while if not immediately, and break.

[bakugokemkatsuki]

Zack Foster (Angels of Death) X Reader

~Warning:Dark Topics (ie murder/attempted), cussing

~NOT FLUFF

His manic laughter echoed through your head. The look of pure insanity in his eyes, as he’s running toward you scythe out ready to cut you. You jolted up right in your bed as sweat beaded down your face. Your heart was beating what felt like a million miles a second and you were breathing heavily, panting out of breath. You quickly flip the light on next to you and look around the room. Of course, it’s safe. Your home. You made it out of that hell hole but the trauma  it caused you life long affects. You had almost been killed by Zack while you were in there. This left you to jump at the slightest noises and become so scared of sharp objects and the color brown that it made life very difficult at times. You could hardly leave the house without having a break down. You swear you saw him everywhere, and yet at the same time you didn’t. You kept trying to convince yourself it was your mind playing tricks on you. That’s all. You cuddled up dimming the light but not turning it off as you calmed yourself. You were almost asleep when you heard it the door shut on its own. You shot up and immediately looked only to see him staring at you. You were so scared you couldn’t move you couldn’t scream, nothing. You were completely frozen in fear. “I told you I’d find you doll. Time for me to cut you open”…

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[universallychaoticpan]

Hey! Can I request some comfort/fluff with Isaac foster and a transmale reader going through a PTSD episode related to a fire? If not just some issac and transmale reader fluff please -🐍

I'm sorry if this isn't entirely what you were expecting, but I hope you enjoy this attempt to get back into writing- and thank you always for your patience and support.

Issac was not comforting by nature.

It simply wasn't who he was. Any reasonable person could see why- abused, left alone in the world, seen as a monster...well, there was not short list of reasons why he was the way he was.

But that didn't mean he didn't care.

Actually, despite how much it enraged him at times, despite how annoying it was, he cared about you.

You were...tolerable. Yeah. Tolerable. Between you, the creepy doctor, and the little necrophiliac, he'd pick you every time. He liked you- you could make him laugh, you went along with and stoked his 'creative flare' (which most of the time meant being creepy little shits together.) But he liked you a lot; as much as he might like too, he couldn't deny that.

He knew you better than anyone. Given the limited company you both kept, the competition wasn't exactly stiff, but hey, it had to count for something. It had taken him months to remember things like your favorite color or foods, but one thing he never forgot was that you were like him:

Fire was the one thing that could stop you cold in your tracks.

Now, he never asked too many questions about it. It was another thing he appreciated about you: the two of you had an odd understanding that stories were hard. The past was painful enough without dredging it up all the time, so the two of you never felt the need or desire to dig too deep. He didn't know why you hated fire- he didn't need to know.

All he knew was that the one person in the world he could admit to caring for was staring off into space with glassy eyes so far away, you could've been in another universe entirely.

Isaac Foster was not comforting by nature, but sometimes he wished he was, if only for your sake.

He didn't have the words to comfort you; there was nothing he could say that would bring you back to earth. But he stayed with you as you sat in the grimy hallways of the nightmarish complex you called home, stayed close, scythe nearby in a constant promise of protection. He would protect you- he had your back. You knew that just like you knew your name, your real name, or that the sky was blue the last day you'd seen it. He stayed with you and you were grateful- it really was simple as that at times. He brushed soot and ash from your cropped hair, muttering about needing to cut your hair again soon. He talked to himself, filling the silence, never once forcing you to pick up the silences. Issac did what no one in your life did before him- he stayed.

Issac Foster was not a comforting person by nature. But when he looked at your sleeping face, finally peaceful, he wondered if he could ever be something different.

He wondered if he could change if it was for you.

[hail-ey-m]

є∂ωαя∂ мαѕση--ℓєƒт συт

Relationship: Romantic

!!TW: None!!

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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Y/n

Hi! I've been meaning to send you at least one letter a day so we can keep in close contact but I was very busy yesterday so sorry about that!

Anyways, I thought a lot about what you wrote in your last letter, and I'm glad to know you trust me enough to confide in me with your troubles.

From what I understand, you feel as if you are being left out? I'm very sorry to hear that, and I want you to know that no matter what, you will always have me.

Even if it feels like nobody else in the world wants to include you, that's their loss! I can speak from experience, you are an amazing person and I'm so glad to have met you.

I also want you to know that in no way are you alone. I know when things get rough it's easy to feel that way, but I will always be here for you.

I think I count as someone, right?

I understand how it feels, being afraid to lose someone. I know it all too well actually. Because the person I am afraid of losing is you. 

So just... keep that in mind for future reference, k? :)

Love,

Eddie ♡

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© 2023 Shiggy | All Rights Reserved | No portion of this work may be used or adapted in any way without the author's explicit consent.

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ೃ࿐ fandom list ೃ࿐

༊*·˚anime

: ̗̀➛ Demon Slayer

: ̗̀➛ Fruits Basket

: ̗̀➛ Howl’s Moving Castle

: ̗̀➛ JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure

: ̗̀➛ Ouran High School Host Club

: ̗̀➛ Spy x Family

: ̗̀➛ The Case Study of Vanitas

༊*·˚ games

: ̗̀➛ Call of Duty (MW2)

: ̗̀➛ Dead by Daylight

: ̗̀➛ Genshin Impact

: ̗̀➛ Mystic Messenger

: ̗̀➛ Obey Me! (+Nightbringer!)

: ̗̀➛ Resident Evil (all original/remake games)

: ̗̀➛ Red Dead Redemption 2

: ̗̀➛ The Wolf Among Us

: ̗̀➛ Love&Deepspace

༊*·˚movies

: ̗̀➛ Kpop Demon Hunters

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[daemontargaryennn]

DOES ANYONE WRITE FOR ANGELS OF DEATH???

[theorphicangel]

guardian angel!sukuna who hates being called your guardian angel.

he pops up at the most inconvenient time for you, probably when you're showering or something. he has this bored and mean look in his eye as if he hates you for taking up his time.

it's not your fault that he was assigned to you but he will take it out on you.

you question if he is a guardian angel at all with all the dark markings all over his face and body, not to mention his black wings which don't represent what you thought an angel should look like.

"what? you thought angels should look all pure and white right? well you have to fucking deal with it then."

but you're not complaining. he's rather....handsome.

mean but handsome.

and when you nearly get yourself killed because you didn't look both ways or because you nearly put your knife in the toaster without thinking he will scold you for days.

"such a fucking idiot, what kind of people raised you?"

"you're making my job harder than it needs to be, fucking think next time will you?"

"pull some shit like that again and I'll let you die."

yeah. he also provides no comfort when you cry, claiming that you'll have to get used to the real world sooner or later.

and when you ask if there's a chance that you could swap guardian angels he laughs in your face and tells you to suck it up.

"you're stuck with me. period."

[daylighted]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ━ㅤ ㅤ dean winchester.

the tale of the king of hell and the sweet angel with flowers in her hair.

a hades & persephone retelling through the veiled, handcrafted lens of demon!dean and angel!reader, addressed as persephone, fem pronouns.

content warnings. sexual implications and elusions. that's it lol it's relatively tame!

word count. 6.1k

the woods were always a safe space for him. they existed in every location on the mortal plane; some big, some small, some haunting, some inviting. it brought him great comfort that something could be so vast and sometimes vitriolic and still be loved and adorned by someone by the likes of her.

she was the manifestations of everything innocent. she was a daydream; wisps of wind carrying flower petals of creams and teals, of pinks and violets. all of which stemmed from the plucked flowers tangled and vined in her hair.

she was always alone, this girl of flowers. dropped down from heaven itself, he knew ━ in the same way that he knew her woods were the big, inviting kind. inviting to everyone but himself.

the underworld was dark and icy, so cold sometimes that blue flames licked upon skin and burned it raw, frostbite staining each orifice blue in its wake. but here, with her, it was always so warm. he did not understand the phrase burn in hell when all he wanted, really, was to burn with her.

he watched her for a long time. every day, the same spot, all by her lonesome. he could see her wings even as they were tucked beneath the skin of her shoulder blades, her entire being painted in an innocence that longed to be scorned.

in the end, it was not him that approached her, but rather her that approached him. cream colored fabric caught in the pollen-scented air that wafted through the branches and got caught in the leaves. strands of her hair tangled in front of her eyes, petals dancing behind her like a trail of pure magic.

"what is it that you long for?" she asked him, and it was such a strange question, such a strange scenario. a creature made of darkness and corruption and everything vile did not often get asked what it was that they longed for, and it was even less often that such things that they wanted were women with buried themselves in flower fields and made friends with the bees.

as such, he did not answer her. he chose to bypass her question entirely and take it upon himself to ask her something. his hand reaches out to grasp a stray petal from the silky hive that was her hair. "it is not smart to approach strangers in secluded places."

"it is hardly secluded," she said as fast, her lips forming a soft 'o' as she blew the delicate magenta petal from his two fingers. "no part of the woods is ever solitary."

she is naive, he thinks, and the naive ones are always the most fun. but there is a part of him that does not long to break her spirit, so long as he can instead nurture it and make it grow. if he was capable of such things. "i suppose you mean the creatures that lurk in the bushes?"

"the wind," she corrects, her head tilting up to absorb the impact of it. again, it tosses her hair, knocks the flower petals woven in the strands loose. her silken dress is one with the wind itself, the fabric catching the gusts and bottling them as it dances in its fingers. "it carries secrets, if you listen close enough to hear them."

and he could not help himself. "what does the wind tell you of me?"

her head tilts to the side. his world, spun on its axis, watching him right back. "that we are alike."

she could not be more wrong. she was made of clouds and goodness, constructed in the very nature of virtue. he was of sin and shadows, dark and broken, feasting off of the innocence that she radiated like a pheromone. he opens his mouth to say so, but she does not let him.

"i know you are not of this world," she continues, slowly, as if she's convinced that this is information that should frighten him that she knows; not something that intrigues him greatly. "like i imagine you know that of me, too."

he does not give a solid answer, but the slightest quirk of his lips is enough to bring a flicker of mischief into her eyes. "what is it like?"

what a peculiar question from a girl made of stardust and glitter, drawing every bit of light toward her like a beacon. he could not play naive to this, or act innocent in the terms of her question, because she had already taken those roles and embodied them perfectly.

"dark," he says, leaning ever-so-slightly closer with each word, "foreboding. lifeless."

he expects that word to drown her spirits. he expects to see the hope floating away in the river's stream, swallowed whole as it glittered beneath the water's surface. instead, she sparkles brighter, her smile wider. "do you believe in fate?"

he balks. "i believe in nothing at all."

"perhaps you should take me there," she says, tugging the loose petals from her hair and letting them rain on the grass. she still looks as wild and free as ever, perhaps even more so, without the reins of life and nature holding her back. "and i will give you something to believe in."

try as she might, it was all for naught. he believed in her so desperately already that he might as well be the drowning thing in the river. perhaps that was why it did not glitter at all.

she called herself persephone, and she called him dean, though that was not what the servants of the underworld and the demons beneath him called him. they called him hades ━ master of cruelty, harbinger of the dead.

it meant justice, where she was from, high above in the clouds with the other things crafted from perfection and innocence. it was not a name out of love, but one out of duty. he told himself this, because there was no chance that someone like her could ever reach into his heart and cradle it between her palms.

persephone had a room, closest to his, and he hated to admit that he considered locking it with a chain every night, lest she realize her mistake and want to go back to her life of oak trees and soft-petaled flowers.

but the heavy door never nudged in the days that she stayed alongside him, and the darkness seemed to hold its breath around her.

"does it not get dreary?" persephone asks upon waking up, her eyes glittering so brightly in the bleak underworld that she stood out like the beacon he believed her to be. always calling him to her.

dean's eyebrows raise a fraction. her mind formulates thoughts that she does not share, until her mouth splits open to speak questions he does not know the context of. "is death not supposed to be dreary?"

he is very good at giving her the answers she does not want. her lips contort into a blatant frown, puffed in a pout of rose petals, and her eyebrows furrow like aggravated caterpillars on her face. "it is a necessity in the life cycle. all things necessary are beautiful."

"you are a dreamer, persephone," he says dismissively, because there's an odd feeling warming his cheeks and the back of his neck. warmth. how odd it was to feel warmth that didn't scald or burn, but soothed. "i await the day that your dreams shatter to pieces."

the pout deepens. angry pink petals curled downward enough to wrinkle her smooth skin. "that is an awful thing to say."

"i would pick up every shard," dean interrupts, their eyes finally locking, "and i would put them back together, no matter how long it takes."

"i have many dreams, dean."

dean does not back down, still. "and i have many centuries."

their stares do not falter. they hold and they hold, like hands tightly woven together in secret, clutching like they might be ripped apart at any point. dean was certain nothing could take persephone from him now, what with how desperate he was for the life she brought.

"your world is cold," she says simply after what feels like eternities in of itself, "and incapable of fostering life."

an astute observation. the words fell from her lips with icy breaths punctuating between them. "i did warn you," he speaks slowly, like this time it is she that needs to have it explained to her, "that this was not a place for angels like you."

he did not warn her of such directly, no. but is scaring off someone and warning someone not the same?

"i am not the life that needs fostered," she waves her hand, her eyes dancing around her surroundings mindlessly. the blackstone countertops of his housing chambers, the metal chairs that did nothing but breed discomfort. all of it was dysfunctional ━ display pieces, in a way, so that he may feel an ounce of humanity again in his dead soul.

her finger reaches out to poke his chest. firm in her movements and her judgements. "it is you." persephone's chin tilts up in her defiant arrogance. "and how lucky you are to have me to guide you."

dean forgot, in his haste to keep persephone, that other people were capable of loving her just as vehemently as he did. it was only a matter of time before something went awry in your absence, and people began to wonder where the angel dusted in pollen and petals had floated away to.

he just did not expect it to be so soon.

a month passes, and suddenly his home is littered in gold. she is a radiant light, everything she touches bursts into life ━ and so the dark home that he'd come to know, with its dim sconces and brooding towers, has become one with light through the gaps of the windows. fresh candles that smell like daisies and lavender are placed in the caged sconces.

maybe he should be angry that she is turning his kingdom of darkness into something so alive. but all dean has ever wanted was a touch of life, and not so much death. it was something that he only began to crave when he spotted her in the woods, surrounded by living things that responded to her touch.

there is an angel at his door, and it is not the one he wishes for.

he senses it like a sixth sense; something amiss in his territory. the wind before a storm, twisting and twisting and setting everything off balance. and the silence is unlike anything he's heard before, in a place as damnable as his home.

dean exits his room with his spine rigid, booted steps heavy on the hollow stone. acts like this are not taken lightly. acts so disrespectful are met with wings hung over his throne, bloodied muscle still attached to their delicate bones.

"persephone," the angel says from the center of his throne room, without turning over their shoulder to look at him. another act of disrespect. "is... where?"

dean's steps echo in the empty room as he circles the angel. predator and prey. neither of which give any indication on who they believe the other to be, in that manner. "is none of your concern."

"you have taken an angel from a place of life and virtue and thrown her into a dungeon of death and decay," the angel snaps back at him, their teeth bared in a harsh snarl. their true form threatens beneath the surface of the vessel they wear. down here, it is much harder to keep up appearances. "it is obvious that it is our concern."

the idea of persephone being locked away sent his stomach churning. how dare anyone think that he would ever try and stifle her light? not when she is cultivating her craft and turning his home into something that is alive.

dean drops into the throne in the center of the room. flames lick to life at the first contact between him and the granite. the angel does not falter at the sight, and dean's jaw ticks because of it. "if you think she is unsafe, find her."

the angel's eyes narrow. "is this a game to you?"

"i guarantee it is not." how could he ever imagine this situation as a game, when the very root of his life is being threatened to be stolen back from him? "find her."

dean knows where she is. in her room, across the narrow hallway from his. her door is shut, but he could smell the flickering flames smelting in her fireplace, warming her from the underworld's pitch black coldness. dean knows she is safe, writing on the parchment he'd gotten for her, detailing her days and thoughts into permanence.

the angel flickers away, out of his sight. dean is left alone with his own thoughts. his, he does not want to memorialize. his stay in the creeping corners of his mind, tucked away to keep his persephone safe. not that he did not believe she could handle a little darkness; she was the one that asked him to come here, after all.

it feels like an eternity that the angel is gone. dean fears, in the very depths of his soul, that they have taken her without a warning or a trace. he'd burn them. all of them. he'd take their wings and decorate the halls of his kingdom with their feathers. he'd . . .

flickering into view is the angel, with persephone clutched between their grip. her face is contorted into that fiery expression he'd come to expect from her, defiance born in her very blood.

it was no wonder that the angels wanted to leash her. she was not like them. she was composed of flame and fury, and radiated it like she was the sun itself. dean was always so captivated by her, but it was times like this when he could not look away.

"what have you done to her?" the angel tosses the accusation dean's way like the words sicken them. again, their true form flickers just behind their eyes. at least dean was a beast that wore his skin without the skin of a lamb atop of it.

dean's fingers steeple beneath his chin. "explain."

"she does not want to come back." the angel's eyes narrow onto him, unspoken allegations swimming in their expression. "there is no reason that someone so full of life would want to bury their feet into the death and darkness of your home."

it is selfish that his heart swells at those words. does not want to leave his home. his initial worries that he would have to say goodbye to her melt away like the ice frosting over his stone walls.

"that is not true," persephone interjects, and dean stills. waits for the clarification on what wasn't true. "i do want to go home."

they say that if you love something, you must let it go. dean did not understand it. never before had he loved anything, and the prospect of releasing this precious jewel to the real world has him feeling like he's about to burst from his skin. how was he supposed to let her go? how was he supposed to . . .

panic flares the fire surrounding his throne, his fists curled into tight balls against his palms. "then you may leave."

persephone's expression shifts, her eyes flicking over to dean. hurt mares that beautiful face, her eyebrows furrow deeply, valleys between them, lines burnt into the stone. "you do not listen."

"you have made it clear," dean cannot keep the hurt from his own voice, either, "that is what you want."

it was foolish for someone like him to be irate that someone like her did not want to be around him. persephone were gold and he was ash; she were fire and he was stone.

but perhaps he'd grown used to having someone lively around amongst all of this death. perhaps the prospect of her being in his space had begun to feel less like an invasion and more like laws of nature.

death could not exist without life. life could not continue without death. it was as natural for him to crave persephone like the moon longed for the sun.

"i want choice," persephone says loudly, her voice carrying throughout the hollow throne room. "i want to not be contained."

dean straightens in his seat. "and have you felt that i've been containing you, persephone?"

she holds his gaze for a long while. so long that he sees the fire in her eyes, watches it dwindle to ash in the shore of her irises. "you have never done anything awful to me."

"i do not believe such words," the angel interrupts, their lips curled into a sneer. "manipulation is part of who he is, persephone, and you are caught right in his snare."

dean is about to lunge. his nails bite into his skin, blood pools in four glossy red crescents on his palms, with the effort it takes to not bury his fists into the cheekbones of the angel's face.

it is her eyes that keep him steady. persephone's eyes, always so open and honest. he'd mistaken her for naive when what he really saw, initially, strength. warm, like a hug. burning, like passion.

he slumps back into the throne again, his curled fists breaking open and shattering like they'd never been built for violence at all.

"he has no snare," persephone's voice is soft. flower petals brushing across his calloused knuckles, a lover's caress. "he is a product of the underworld, an image crafted to maintain his reputation. you do not know him like i have come to."

dean did not believe a lot of what she said, himself. he was not just an image of violence and cruelty; it was who he was, still, with everyone but her. his persephone.

"your mistake is that you think i am vulnerable enough to get caught in any trap," she continues, and those eyes reignite and burn as they land on the angel that clasps her wrist. "i am not a damsel, or a lamb. i am a fire burning, and you are in my way."

persephone was a fire burning. those were the two words that she'd picked for herself, when she began to acclimate to the life below the surface. she burnt trees and flowers, singed them to ash and blew them away like the seeds of a dandelion.

she had it all, up above. life burst from her fingers, the sun beat down on her and made her burst. flowers wove themselves into her hair, stems tangled in the strands, her fingertips always smelled of pollen, and she could taste the season changes on her tongue with how familiar their flavors were.

but someone that was made of life was never truly alive. she only saw things grow, cultivated them, and where was the satisfaction in it, if she never got to see them die? what was the point of life if it never ended?

the god of death had been watching her for a long while. she felt the decay long before she ever saw him, her flowers wilting and the grass turning wheat brown and crunchy beneath her green-stained knees.

life was always intrigued by death. death always craved life. she found herself drifting up to him without an ounce of fear, even as his eyes swirled with a darkness beyond her knowledge. angels were naturally contemptuous of demons like he was, but she was no typical angel, and he was no typical demon.

it'd been her plan, really, from the moment that she first sensed the burn of his gaze upon her, threatening to drain her life source from its very core, to get him to steal her away. she was exhausted with giving life to everything around her, and not ever getting to feel that thrill of something new and exciting herself.

the god did not put up much of a fight to her troublesome idea, and that was the moment that persephone realized that she had chosen right. it took nothing for him to be convinced of her purpose and her potential, whereas there was not a soul that paid her any mind unless her efforts began to slip.

she'd never felt as alive as she did walking amongst the dead, and not only because of the obvious, but because it was new. a purpose. the souls that were trapped beneath the mortal grounds did not need to live like they were entombed in eternal winter.

persephone was a fire burning in the icy pits of hell, daring to melt away its harsh exterior and warm it, starting with the man that believed her capable of such.

"what is this?" she asks upon entering into his throne room, her eyes bursting open like blooming flowers at the sight. his throne, a towering mass of obsidian once in the center of the room, was now shifted. and next to it was... "for me?"

a granite throne of smaller stature, engraved with vines and thorned flowers. lesser demons worked on it without stirring at her arrival, though their rigid backs gave way that they sensed her. she was the sole thing with a heartbeat in this kingdom, it was impossible not to.

her beloved dean sat on the big arm of his own throne, eyes narrowed and scrutinizing on the working demons, lips curled in utter focus. but the moment her voice rang out, the black depths of his eyes melted into the green she'd gotten to familiarize herself with. the green just for her. "if you wish it to be," he says nonchalantly, as if having a throne built just for her was some idle task.

"you do not have to go to such lengths for me," persephone insists, "i am merely a guest in your home."

his eyes narrow. not long ago had that angel invaded the underworld and tried to drag her away. spouting nonsense about the god's manipulation of her, turning her vision rose-tinted and blind. the angels did not know that she had manipulated the god into bending to her will. "you are not merely a guest if you wish to be more."

"that is a bold offer," and she almost calls him dean, but she refrains in front of his subjects. that name is reserved for them and them only. his vulnerability is hers to cherish.

dean's head nods once. "and you are a bold girl."

her heart swells. the hollow thud of tools on stone echoes throughout the room for endless moments while she watches him, stares into those eyes that only deepen for her.

"leave at once," he commands, his voice cold and crafted of ice. dean's eyes, though, do not freeze over into black as they stay locked with hers.

the subjects scramble to their feet and disappear into the open archway of the throne room, out of sight. in a blink, it is just persephone and the devil, his gaze crafted of marble and as warm as a hearth.

no, he is not capable of manipulating her or breaking her. but she is capable of shattering him. he is lucky she would never want to hurt him. she is lucky that his heart thaws just for her.

"i will tell them to dispose of it if you do not want it," dean says, his voice like warm honey compared to the frosty interior. "i only thought that it would be nice. to have you around when i am not available to keep you company."

persephone shakes her head. "i love it," she answers, her eyes falling back onto it. it is everything she loves at once. the harshest flowers, the cruelest thorns ━ blackstone carvings of the balance between life and death.

dean can read her like a book. his eyes stay locked onto hers for any flicker of change in them. "there is something else." his jaw ticks. "say it."

"i am afraid."

the words come so easily that she does not feel the need to sugarcoat them, or to bury the truth beneath flowery words. though his reaction is unexpected. a flinch mars his expression.

she feels guilty at once.

"oh," is all he says, and the soft utter of the one syllable alone has her reeling to make this right.

"not of you," she says quickly, desperate to get the hurt out of his beautiful eyes. "never of you." dean stays looking unconvinced. "i am afraid," she starts again, backtracking on her words so that they might sound better this time, "of how a throne for me will be perceived."

dean's expression hardens and tightens. it takes seconds for him to become a man of marble ━ harsh lines deepen the contours of his face, expression unyielding and unmoving. he is the god hades, then, and not her dean.

instead of responding, his head jerks in gesture to the throne. not hers, but his. the one that he sits on the arm of, and not in. the one that does not belong to her, and that has probably never felt the presence besides its god's.

persephone's feet carry her to it, anyways, as if her body has not realized, yet, the implications of it all. her fingers dance along the glossy stone of the empty arm, expecting it to be icy and finding it warm.

she sits upon it, and it bursts into flame.

dean does not flinch away from the wisps of fire, though. they do not touch him. as she thought, the fire adheres to him, the throne answers to him ━ and it appears to answer to her, too.

"you are as much of a queen," he mutters as his head dips down, lips brushing on the curve of her ear, "as i am a king."

persephone cannot move, stuck in the trance that was the burning in his eyes. dean leans closer, and she does not move. his breath is warm and full of life on her skin. "it is yours if you want it to be. all of this is yours."

she has never wanted something more than to mean something. to have a place amongst death as life always should. her lips part to say so, but three words interrupt her, stopping her heart in between her ribs. "i am yours."

it is incredible, persephone thinks, to be loved. to not feel too inadequate to deserve it. to be herself, and to be enough.

his hand falls on her cheek, and hers lifts to trap it there, caging his love before it can run out of her like sand in an hourglass. and before she knows it, she's leaned up enough to kiss him.

his mouth tastes like frosted pomegranate and sin. his tongue breaks through the barrier of her lips like he's craved her for so long that he knows exactly what to do now that she is here.

life unto death. life undoes death.

he keeps her face between his palms like she is something precious as he makes the moves to stand. he is between her legs, then, his fingers trailing up the dress she wears, tucking beneath its hem.

she does not stop him. his fingers land on her inner thighs. she does not stop him. he sinks to his knees in front of her, a king bowing at his own throne, surrendering.

persephone's mouth parts in blooming anticipation. his hands push her knees apart, the thin fabric of her dress's skirt pooling in between the open space. and there dean is, her dean, as warm as he is frozen, thawing at the touch of her.

"i know you do not fear fire, my beauty," he whispers, his voice as rough as gravel as he looks up at her through his eyelashes, "so burn for me."

and then he buries his face between her legs, and she bursts into flames.

"i had this made for you," dean says upon entering their shared space. she is sprawled underneath silken burgundy sheets, completely bare, still, from the previous night. and the one before that. she has not left his bed or made any attempt to.

all he wears is a wrap of black cloth around his waist, hair damp from a shower, the smell of soap billowing around the room like smoke. and in his hands is a crown.

ruby red roses wrap around the base. the sharp points are thorns. deep green vines wrap around it in its entirety. it is sharp, deadly, and it is beautiful.

the sheets pool at her lap as she sits up, her lips parted in her awe. it is beautiful. it is everything he views her as, she knows, because he does not let her forget that she is as fierce as she is soft. she is thorns and she is roses.

dean crosses the space to nestle the crown into her hair. his knuckles trail down her cheek, a soft caress, softness that stays reserved for them.

"you look beautiful wearing your power atop your head," he mumbles mindlessly, his eyes searching her expression for any sort of reaction. but she is struck wordless. there is no magic in a crown made of thorns and bloody petals, but there is magic within her now that she wears it. an irrevocable strength that does not waver.

she reaches up to touch it, fingertips dancing along the jagged points of the thorns. her finger pricks, the sting making her blink in her surprise. how long had it been since she'd dealt with pain? since she'd seen it in her very eyes?

"when you are presented tonight, to my court," dean continues, his knuckle locking beneath her chin and tilting it up higher so she may meet his eyes, "you will wear it."

the fear of being rejected by his people and his subjects is now nothing but a wobbly line pretending to be a towering wall. she had broken past those worries, shattered them into rubble and dust, the moment that he'd kissed her.

like he knows that such an act will solidify her and her feelings, he presses his mouth to hers. warm, as always. everything in the underworld, now, is becoming warm and hearty.

persephone grabs at the cloth wrapped around his waist to drag him in closer. her hands slide around the expanse of his thighs and pull, pull until his knees meet the feathery soft mattress and he is atop her.

"i will never take it off," she vows on his lips, letting him swallow their truth.

dean's lips quirk into the kiss. "already fitting perfectly into your role."

━

persephone's throne is collecting dust, now, from the disuse. dean has insisted that she sit in his lap on his throne from the very moment that they'd first gotten together, and persephone was never one to argue with what he wanted when it was what she, too, did.

his people do not like her. it is evident in their sneers and their irritation. but it is not her job to make them accept her. it is theirs to come to terms with, when she stays.

dean's hand trails up her thigh, his palm leaving shivers with each pass, raising higher beneath the hem of her black satin dress. thorned vines wrap around her legs, thorns blossoming down the center path of the room from each step she took.

she is life and she is death. and most importantly, to her, she has found a purpose within his courts.

"you must not falter if they speak ill to you," he whispers into her ear, peppering the words along her skin in between kisses, "you must show them the queen that i know you to be."

it was reassurances that persephone did not need. she was not afraid of the dead. she craved death like it starved for her.

every harsh stare toward her was met with her own sneer. it was hard to fear her above, when flowers bloomed beneath her feet and branches curled toward her, wishing to listen in on what she had to say, and the wind whispered its secrets into her ears.

here, she was fire. here, she'd never felt so alive.

persephone could feel dean's eyes on her. when she turns to meet his gaze, there is pride in his green eyes. green, just for her. green, like the leaves and the grass. she lifts her hand to smudge the wrinkles in the corners of them, the gesture a silent question and an act of affection.

"you do not have to hide from me," she promises under her breath, the pad of her thumb massaging the age lines over his stubbled face. "show me how dark you can burn."

and when his eyes blacken, she is certain that love can conquer all. it certainly has brought a king to his knees.

the warm months were dawning. persephone knew, because her veins ached with the need to be above again. spring was upon them. it was time for her to return. just as dean had his duties, she had her own. it would not be fair to throw them to the wind just because she'd found a home, now, and was no longer wandering mindlessly through the woods.

dean stands before her, a grim expression on his face. in his hands is a pomegranate, torn in two. the juice runs down his hands like blood.

from his face, she knows that he must feel, too, like he is bleeding out.

persephone steps forward to press her forehead against his, on the tips of her toes to reach him. his arms wrap tightly around her, staining the white of her flowing gown pink with the blood on his hands.

she does not make any move to pull from him, though. she has waited as long as she possibly could already, but she does not want to abandon him again to his kingdom of cold isolation. does not want to see how much he falls apart without her; not when she will shatter just as violently.

"i will be back when the wind begins to chill," she promises, slipping from his arms just enough to steal a pomegranate half from his hands. she plucks a seed from its pieces, popping it between her lips. "i will be back at the very first reddening of the leaves, i swear it."

it does not loosen his clenched jaw. dean has never doubted any of her promises, but he does doubt himself, falling into a pit of his own destruction. she does not want to leave him and see how many shards she will have to pick up upon her return.

dean's fingers reach out to steal one of her seeds. "i would never take away your ability to choose," he says softly, placing the seed on his tongue as she had, like an unspoken vow between them in the shared gestures, "but i wish that you will continue to choose me."

"always."

her eyes close, and it's like she can already hear the crying of the birds in the sky, the nymphs in the trees crying for her to return, her mother wailing. it overwhelms her. she opens her eyes again to find solace in the black swirls of his.

"i will count the days until you come," he swears, his stained fingers brushing streaks of red along her cheekbone as he cups her face against his palm. "and i will burn the world if you are kept away from me."

persephone knew he would, too. just as she would tear through it all to get back to him.

it is with great effort that she crosses the gate between the underworld and the real world. her strength crumbles the moment her feet touch the grass, tears streaming down her face, the first signification of spring being the pouring rain that starts the moment her tears do.

but she was strong, and now much stronger, now that she holds place in someone's heart and she has found solace in a home that welcomes her just as she wants to be. as a queen, not just an angel, as a girl who wants to burn as much as she wants to light.

and true to his word, the depths of hell are aflame the moment the gate closes. the ice melted and thawed, in its place, flames and fire and heat, grieving the angel of death until she makes her way home to its king again.

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Masterlist <33

A Date with Death

Casper SFW Alphabet (Part 1) Casper SFW Alphabet (Part 2) Casper SFW Alphabet (Part 3) Casper SFW Alphabet (Part 4) Casper SFW Alphabet (Part 5) The Last Day (Part 1) The Last Day (Good End) The Last Day (Bad End) !Messy!MC x Casper !TV/Actress!MC x Casper Scythe Practice Casper x !Thanatophobia!Reader !Human!Casper !Jealous!Casper Casper x !Clumsy!Reader Casper x !Nightowl!Reader Casper x !Breakdown!Reader Casper x !Period!MC Casper x !Forgetful!M Casper helping !Wife!MC with a headache Casper x Reader having a mental breakdown Casper helping Reader with cramps Casper x !Playful!Reader Double Date with Casper Don't Fear the Reaper Casper x !Clingy!Reader Accidental Kill A Helping Hand (Casper x Blind!Reader)

Ongoing fics for A Date With Death

Starry Nights

Mushroom Oasis

Comforting Mychael Holidays with Mychael Cooking with Mychael Sick Mychael Mychaal trying candy Mychael x !AvidReader!MC !Monster!Mychael x Reader A Birthday with Mychael Yandere Mychael Drabble Mychael x Reader who doesn't want to leave Mychael x Musical-loving Reader Don't Touch Those Mychael using his powers on MC

Killer Chat

Ronin x !Sick!Reader Angel with an Insomniac Partner Ronin x Reader with a fear of blood Ronin with an Insomniac Partner Ronin x !Nurse!Reader V has a nightmare Angel x !Protective!Darling Don't Leave Me (Ronin x !Dying!Reader) You Didn't Leave Me (Ronin x !Dying!Reader) Stop laughing! (Ronin x Reader) Ronin x !Streamer!Reader Dating Ronin headcanons Angel x !Manager!Reader Gaming Night Dying Reader Drabble (Ronin) Don't worry, Darlin' (Ronin) What They Wanted (Misaki) Keep Your Hand in Mine (Ronin) Bound (Yandere Ronin) Yandere Ronin Headcanons Goodbye Angel (Ronin x Reader, reader commits suicide) Ronin Angst Alphabet (p. 1) My Head... (Ronin x Reader / Angel x Reader) Ronin x Clingy!Reader I'm Here (Angel x Reader) Ronin getting arrested drabble

Demon Slayer

Tanjiro x !Child!Reader

My Hero Academia

Sweet Dreams (Shigaraki x Reader)

Jujutsu Kaisen

Satoru with a shy reader Yandere Satoru drabble

Bloodlust Masterlist (JJK x Reader)

[bakugokemkatsuki]

Zack (Isaac) Foster X Reader

**Warning(s): mentions of night terrors and bad pasts

**Reader GN/F/M

**Genre: Comfort/Fluff

The manic laughter echoed through your head. The look of insanity on his face the emotionless look in his eyes. He’s running toward you scythe out ready to cut you. You jolted up right in your bed. Sweat beading down your face. Your heart was beating what felt like a million miles a second. The light on the nightstand turned on as your boyfriend sat up in bed. He pulled you in close and held you. “Another night terror? It’s okay. We’re out of that place now and I’m here. I love you. You’re safe.” You and your boyfriend had escaped from that place but not without a lot of trials. One included watching your boyfriend almost ascend into madness, the madness you’d worked to overcome together. You knew he loved you, you knew the man you saw that day wasn’t your boyfriend but the nightmares still remained. After a few minutes more of him holding you whispering sweet nothing to you, you both curled up and went back to sleep.

**Might make a horror version of this as well.** sorry for errors I wrote this at midnight. NOT proofread**

[hevexns-realm]

Roses and feathers

Black sapphire cookie x angel! Fem! Reader

Graphics by @dreamyfalls (once purrtsticly)and @wwwshirzxoo (pls go check them out!!)

Warnings?: you nearly drown in the start, and TW: mentions of abandonment, talks of death, and a slight mention of abuse, but otherwise it’s just shadow milk antics and stuff!

Welp, you’ve done it now. You’re stuck in the spire alongside gingerbrave and the others. Away from your home, soaked in yogurt as you wait to be cleaned and given a new outfit. You tripped and fell in while shadow milk and black sapphire were urging pure vanill- uh, the ruthless recluse, to fall into the yogurt river.. and well, you did it for him on accident.

————

The river was cold, freezing even. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t seem to get up a centimeter. Your wings felt like they were frozen, and you were beginning to run out of air.. that is until a thought echoed into your mind.

“All you have to do is…embrace deceit..”

Embrace deceit.. it’s all you had for you to live, because you knew full well shadow milk wouldn’t allow anyone to save you. So you think.. then a lightbulb. Black sapphire cookie said to “embrace deceit”… but he never confirmed how much you have to embrace in order to live…! So, you began to think about all the white lies that you told throughout your lifespan. Accepting them, but not fully embracing them..

Then, you slowly feel yourself floating. You open your eyes and see yourself floating! It’s working!! It’s working!! Then you feel a pair of warm eyes grabbing a hold of you and yanked you out of the river. You cough up whatever yogurt got in your mouth and throat and you begin to shiver as the cold leaves your body.

“(Name) cookie!! Are you hurt?!”

Gingerbrave calls to you as the others rush to your side, obviously concerned as to what happened. While shadow milk stares at the scene in shock. An angel, one of the most truthful beings on earthbread, floating?! Impossible!

“I’m fine, I just feel bad for tripping and falling in.. I’m very sorry everyone…I didn’t mean it, I’m most honest in my guilt..”

You look up to see a soaked black sapphire cookie, taking off his tailcoat and wringing as much yogurt out as he could. He turns to you, his face showing annoyance, but his eyes show concern. He’s rather confused as to how you floated, being an angel and all, but yet his eyes show that spark of worry, as if he made a close call before something bad happened.

“Are you unharmed? No injuries or yogurt spouting out of your throat?”

You shake your head before he helps you up with his free hand.

“Good. Let’s get you dried up and changed.”

———

You now stand by a fire place, freshly washed and cleaned by the servants in the spire. You wait with the long towel around your body, giving you a touch of warmth in the cold spire. You look out the window, shadow milk causing chaos with candy apple as you wait for black sapphire cookie. Soon you hear a door open, black sapphire cookie holds a dress and undergarments in his arms as he walks in a black tailcoat, tailored to his shape. He gives you a quick look of amusement before handing you the clothes.

“Here you are! Apologies for the wait, we’re usually more prepared for guests, but it’s been so long since we’ve had guests.. it was a bit difficult to find something for you that wasn’t covered in dust or too small for you. Thankfully, this syrup came out too big for candy apple cookie!”

He smirks in his own charming self, you and him both know he was lying through his damn teeth with no shame hidden in his tone. You sigh as you carefully walk towards him, trying to not drop the towel and cause an embarrassing scene..

“You don’t have to lie to me, you know..”

You tenderly take the clothes from his gloved hands, the delicate leather grazing against your skin. A shiver runs down your spine.. is it the cold, or is it his touch..?

“True, it’s hard to lie to an angel.. especially one such as you.. I wanted to make sure it suited you. After all, even as an enemy, we expect all of our guests to look their best for the cameras!”

You smile softly and thank him as you head to the bedroom that was set aside for you. The room was dark. Deep violets and obsidian black shades drape the walls. The room smelled of lavender and some kind of decadent scent. You glance to the clothes as you prepare to change.

After a few moments, you had gotten the dress on. A simple amethyst colored dress made of velvet, with droopy and lacy bell sleeves. The undergarments were simple, but they held up just fine. Your wings fluttered through the holes made for them to slip through, and the shoes were simple small heels with a strap on the ankle to hold it into place. You spin around and admire yourself in the mirror before you walk out of the changing room, your clothes marked with the scent of lavender. The taps of your new shoes echo through the halls as you begin to explore. You see a few servants in need of assistance. They’re stumbling and fumbling over some boxes full of rumor weaver silk. In a moment, you take some of boxes and gently lift them, letting the servant steady themselves.

“Here, let me help..!”

“Eh?! Aren’t you on the side of the heroes?!” The servant exclaimed, obviously confused and worried about what is going on.

“I am, but I do not wish for you to struggle and get into trouble. Allow me to carry some of the boxes..!”

You smile softly at the little clowns and rabbits. They look at each other, then at you..

“Alright, follow us!”

You smile brighter as you take some more boxes and walk with the servants to the sewing room. You set a few of the boxes down and help with setting up fabric, needles, and thread. The servants stare in awe as you fix the spools of thread in place of the sewing machines. You aren’t aware this is where rumors are weaved. You simply just wanted to help!

After you say your goodbyes to the servants, you continue to wander around the spire. Watching everything twist and turn in the oddest of ways, hear whispers from afar, see deceit wander in every inch of these halls.. but you knew better. Everyone has skeletons in their closets, shadow milk and his minions especially.

You can hear the jealousy and fear in the whispers, the chipped paintings of them eons ago, and the anxiety creeping through every crack in this spire.. your halo bounces over your head with each step, leaving a glow to help you navigate in the dark spire. You can tell that they’re not doing this just for entertainment, but to keep themselves safe…

You wander to a balcony and begin to watch the chest game from below, watching the game become almost one-sided. You listen to the ruthless recluse’s words, feeling their pain and anger in his monotone voice. The game ends not much later, with truthless recluse as the winner. Black sapphire cookie is in utter shock as he hears shadow milk laughing his frosting off.

“It’s true.” you whisper, your voice echoing.

“Given the context, rules can be made to be broken. When the ones under the rules can no longer make them feel safe in their existence or environment. Most governments that end up falling apart have that one fatal flaw…”

You drape your arms and lean on the balcony before you see the others turn back to cookies, your gaze locks onto black sapphire cookie, who is still recovering from the shock.. until he notices you on the balcony. It’s about time you showed up, he just wishes that you came when his master was winning..

“Ah, there you are! I was about to come up and check in to make sure you weren’t having any… complications..!”

Gingerbrave and the others look up to you in your velvety gown. The material glowing in the pale moonlight you’ve grown to love over the years. You give a soft smile and wave to the others before looking to black sapphire cookie.

“Apologies everyone. I was helping some of the little rabbit servants carry boxes to a sewing room. The poor things looked like they were about to drop everything, so I aided them.. I hope that’s not too much trouble…”

You give that same gentle smile as you watch them form confused looks on their faces. What do you mean by helping the rabbit servants? Gingerbrave and the others thought you and the villains were the only ones here. Black sapphire is confused as to how you found them. Was it sheer luck? Or did you actively seek them out? You can’t help but let out a small giggle as you watch them grow into confusion. It’s rather cute watching them try to scratch their heads over it. You step back from the balcony railing, your gloved hand tracing the edge of the marble rail.

“I will be down in a moment, I just need to find a suitable landing spot!”

You turn around to try and find a lower place to jump and float down, but a voice stops you before you walk much further.

“That won’t be necessary!”

You turn to black sapphire cookie, him now standing on the rail. This leads a gasp out of you, as you do not wish for him to fall. This surprises black sapphire cookie, as he’s not used to cookies being actively concerned for his safety. You are certainly a first as you run to him and carefully get him off the railing.

“Please don’t stand on the railings, you could fall and hurt yourself…!!”

Your warm hands clasp his cold, dead hand. The sensation feels new to black sapphire cookie, but not negatively… it feels, soft, gentle, loving even. The warmth encases his hand and it travels slowly through his body, making him shiver slightly as it fades. He smiles with his usual smirk and carefully rubs his thumb against the knuckles of your hand.

“I am fine, truly, I rarely fall off railings here. Even on the occasions I do fall, I have my mic to catch me. Although…I do find it quite endearing that my enemy is concerned for my health and safety… is this just something you do for every cookie you meet, or am I more than just an enemy to you, hm?”

He winks at you as he puts his hand under your chin and lifts your head to make you look at him, making you gasp a little bit and blush as he lets out a small chuckle as he caresses your jaw for a moment before he lets go of your face.

“You’re even more angelic when you blush, dear guest. Now then, allow me to carry you down and let you join the others!”

You carefully wrap your arms around him as he gets you secured on his mic, and then he floats you both down to floor. You keep your arms around his waist as you two take your time to make it to the floor. Shadow milk is watching with his brows up in amusement. He knows black sapphire cookie had an aesthetic appreciation for you, but now it looks like he’s actively developing more of a crush than either of than expected. Then again, he could just be manipulating you to bring you to their side!

Meanwhile, gingerbrave and the others were obviously freaking out. You’re usually so peppy and bubbly, what did black sapphire do to take away your bubbly self? Is it the heavy emotional distress in the spire? The interaction with the servants? Did black sapphire put a love spell on you or something?!

Black sapphire is the first one to get off, offering you his hand as leverage to settle yourself onto the ground. Gingerbrave and the others begin to rush towards you, but not before black sapphire gets in the way.

“Hold on there, let her take a moment to stand and balance herself. Then you can talk to her.”

You carefully grab his hand, the gentle warmth flowing into him once more, leading him to shiver slightly and gaze at you as you settle itself. Your face is soft and delicate, your eyes gentle, yet still glowing with a hope in them he lost long ago.. when you thank him for his assistance, he feels his face heat up slightly, his expression unfaltering otherwise.

“Of course, wouldn’t want you to sprain your ankles now, would we?”

He winks before gingerbrave and wizard shove him aside and usher you to where the truthless recluse stands before black sapphire tries anything else with you. The last thing they want is for someone like black sapphire to corrupt you and make you fall. You’re too sweet for that, and black sapphire knows it. But that doesn’t mean they get to shove him around and push him away from you when he gets too close!

“Tch, rude!”

He stands up as he dusts his suit off and picks up his mic. Staring at you as you giggle while getting ushered away. Shadow milk approaches him and smacks black sapphire on the back.

“Let em’ go, they’ll get their just deserts eventuallyyy!”

Black sapphire sighs and nods, rubbing his neck as he hears his master sing a little bit.

“I’m aware sir, but don’t expect me to be playing nice if the twerps decide to push me around because of their little winged friend.”

Black sapphire stares at you after his little statement, watching you play with strawberry cookie with the playing cards you brought along in your bag. Your tender smile stirring something in his stomach that makes him queasy and flushed. Is this disgust? A cookie so ethereal that you make him sick? Or is this another feeling, one he hasn’t experienced since his mortal days? He can’t tell, but he can’t exactly stand around and figure it out. After all more games are in need to be made, and he doesn’t get paid standing around and doing nothing!

He walks off as shadow milk stares at him. A knowing smirk forms on his face before turning to you, then back to the gate he left in, and he couldn’t help but let out a small giggle before he disappears into a cloud of dark blue smoke. You stare at the puff of smoke before you sigh softly. He’s got something planned for you, you just don’t know what, and you don’t know when he’ll pull out that plan. All you can do is hope that you can talk them out of this…

Night falls deeper into darkness here at the spire, the toll of the emotional distress is taking its toll on you, causing you to yawn as you wander the halls for that dressing room. Your wings flutter with unrest as you search through each corridor, crumbling slowly due to poor upkeep and age. You find yourself in a small room, full of skincare, hair care, and makeup. You look around at the soft lilac drapes and white roses in silver vases, and a small daybed snuck into the corner, just begging you to lie in it. You shake your head, as it’s possible it’s candy apple’s day-room.

“No. No… it’d be rude to intrude and rest on another’s bed.. especially since it isn’t a guest room..”

You whisper to yourself before you slowly begin to turn around and let out a small yawn before bumping into something, well, someone.

“Ah-!”

You start to tumble before you get caught by your arm and hoisted up. A suave chuckle echoes in the room as you slowly open your exhausted eyes to black sapphire cookie.

“Look at you, so exhausted you end up wandering into places you shouldn’t be in, and running into cookies you shouldn’t be bumping into!”

Your eyes widen slightly as you realize that you ran right into black sapphire cookie. Your face reddens slightly as you glance away from the embarrassment you are feeling. To think that you’re letting your guard down so easily, in a dangerous place in the spire of deceit no less? You can hear him chuckle as he carefully guides you closer to him.

“You know, it’s not wise to be wandering around in such an exhaustive state..~ whatever shall you do now? Will you scream in fear, try to run from me? or maybe you’ll swoon into my arms instead..? The choices are unbearable…~”

You squeak a little bit as your blush burns brighter, your wings fluttering about as you thought of yourself letting him hold you close to him, potentially… no! No no no no no! You can’t be thinking about such unholy things!! You can’t just fall into the arms of the enemy without thinking it through first! Would he even be a good choice? Yeah, he’s got looks and wealth. I mean, have you seen candy apple’s syrups? However, looks fade, and money can only cover up so much!

Would he be willing to be with you through Heaven and hell? To be loyal through sickness and health? Even if you possibly cannot bear children for him if he wants them? Would he still want you after the lustful feelings are gone? The questions race in your head, until you feel him gently pull you out of the dressing room and into the hall.

“Hm? Where are you taking me?”

“To a bedroom, it’s clear you’re exhausted. I’d hate for you to not be your best when the final battle arrives between my master and your.. “friends”..”

The halls remain quiet before you look up to him, his dough shining in the moonlight as if he were made of silk instead of ingredients. You stare for a moment before he looks down to you.

“Is something wrong?”

“No, I just noticed that your dough looks akin to silk.. how do you get it to be like that..?”

You stay quiet for a moment as he explains his skincare routine. Your wings flutter with excitement as he speaks. He lets out a light chuckle as he sees your reaction, as if you had no idea that stuff like skincare and makeup existed in such a way. After a few moments of silence, black sapphire cookie walks you to a bedroom that is nicely cleaned and dusted free of all the icky dust from centuries past. A vase full of white roses stand at the glass windowsill, thorns carefully picked off with utmost care, and a soft nightgown ready, just for you.

You gasp softly before you look up at him with awe. Then you feel your heart begin to flutter in your chest. He’s smirking like he just accomplished spreading a perfect scandal. He looks down to you and he sees the blush on your face still. It’s so adorable when you look like this… wait, what? No no, he can’t go falling for his enemy now, he barely even knows your name! Wait….

His eyes widen in slight shock before he clears his throat.

“Oh dear me, I almost forgot to introduce myself. As you probably know by now, I am the black sapphire cookie! Although, I don’t think I caught your name yet.. May I have the pleasure of knowing yours~?”

He carefully holds your hand, rubbing his thumb on your gloved knuckles, savoring the warmth you give him. You smile softly before letting out a small, tired giggle. Even after all that happened, you forgot to properly introduce yourself. Although, it is cute that it’s happening in a way where it’s more.. peaceful, or at least as peaceful as it can get here in the spire.

“My name is (name) cookie. It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance, black sapphire cookie.”

He lifts your hand carefully to his lips, leaving a small kiss on your hand before he gazes to you.

“The pleasure is all mine..~ Now then, go on ahead and rest. I’ll have servants come by to wake you up when it’s near time for the next game to begin!”

You smile softly and nod before he lets go of your hand and you enter your newfound room. You close the door behind you before leaning on the door, your heart pounding in your chest. You look to your hand, the glove now stained with what appears to be a black lipstick stain from where he kissed your hand. Your eyes widen as you feel your wings flutter faster, making you feel your feet float off the ground a little bit before you grab onto a door handle to hold yourself steady. You haven’t felt like this before, not since the last one who tried to court you, some 50 years before today. Any and all who tried either failed to successfully court you, or passed on before completion. Your family thought of you as cursed, to never be able to find a proper mate. Well, all except your dear mother. She told you centuries ago that she could see your red string of fate, that while untied then, you’ll eventually find your forever companion. Whether it’s a friend, a partner, or even just a pet.

“You’ll find it one day, just let it rest while you enjoy your life given by the witches. After all, an angel’s life ,while long living, can be as short as a mortal cookie’s life, if not shorter. We do not know when our time is up, so it is only wise to enjoy ourselves while we are here. So my little one, enjoy yourself today and every day after, and soon fate will show itself to you. All I hope is a fate that is good, for my dearest daughter..”

The thought carries through your mind as you slip out of the velvet dress and set it on the chair. You take off your heels and slip on the silky nightgown. It’s a pale lilac color with lace trim, the scent of lavender imprinted onto it. A yawn escapes your lips as the exhaustion sinks in once more. You look at the gloves now on the dresser, still stained with hints of black lipstick. You feel your face heat up before you turn away and walk to the bed, your wings fluttering still. It’s honestly a miracle you didn’t pull a muscle in your wings yet. You settle into bed as you remember what your mother said about fate.

You knew from the start that you were destined for something more than the average angel, but you never expected to meet the ancients and battle their arch nemesis along side them. Not to mention you never thought about becoming a hero.. but you still don’t get what she meant by the red string. You haven’t seen it, nor have you felt that thing tug at you in over a century.. yet this black sapphire cookie.. the mere thought of him makes you feel flustered and wanting nothing more than to hide under the pillows you were given to sleep on. Cooling, soft, and comforting, you lie your head down on them as you let out a little yawn. You grab the covers and bundle yourself in their warm embrace, the small amount of warmth that you felt since you got here. Maybe it’s just the scent of lavender easing your nerves, or maybe it’s the exhaustion. You can’t tell at this point in time, perhaps some sleep will do you good.

Black sapphire cookie inspects his dressing room, making sure nothing is stolen that he knows candy apple cookie won’t use. He knows that angels usually don’t steal out of their own desire, but he can’t be taking any chances. After all, you’re with that group of whining brats. They probably want to use you to defeat him and his master, shadow milk cookie, and he can’t afford having any screw ups now!

He gazes at his skincare drawer, checking for any missing items that you might’ve taken. He peeks to the blemish patches, noticing a package missing. He picks up the small cabinet full of patches, and a sticky note falls to the floor.

“Pimples are forming, had to snag one of these packs! Sorry black sapphire! ;p” -candy apple

He sighs before he sets it back down and grabs the sticky note. He chuckles slightly before setting the sticky note down and writing on a separate sticky note.

“At least ask first. Let me know when you start to need pads or tampons, I’ll get them on my next trip out.” - black sapphire

He floats over to candy apple’s room and smacks the sticky note onto her door before he heads back to his dressing room. In the mirror, he notices that his lipstick is fading, probably from smudging or just wearing down from sipping on his berry juice glass backstage. He grabs his tube of lipstick and begins to carefully swatch the inky substance onto a brush, then onto his lips for precision and control. He grabs a tissue and carefully bites down onto it before looking at the tissue. He tosses it into the trash before he checks his teeth, sharp and pearly white as always. Once he’s done freshening himself up, he begins to grab his cologne and spritz it on him before he steps out and closes the door behind him. He looks around for a moment and begins to wander the spire once more, waiting for his master to call upon him. Until he hears his iconic giggle.

“Soo, what’s the deal between you and your new feathered friend, hmm~?”

Black sapphire cookie looks up to see shadow milk, all smug and confident as usual. However, there’s something else in his face, a face of knowing. Shadow milk is well aware of the newfound tension that is happening between his right hand man and the little angel who wanders his halls. And if he plays his hand right, he can use this to his advantage!

“I noticed that you two seem to be getting close! A little too close for my comfort..care to explain as to why this is happening?”

Black sapphire’s throat begins to tighten slightly, just enough to get the adrenaline going. His face is dusted with a light blush as he realizes that his master may be suggesting that he may be trying to court you behind his back. Granted, he knows better than to do that. Because witches forbid you end up becoming a fallen angel because of him, that would probably alert the witches; that wouldn’t be good at all.

“Master, I’m simply keeping her docile and away from the majority of the conflict, just as you asked. After all, we both know what can happen if that girl falls…why take such a risk when I just need to distract her enough to let you get to pure vanilla’s soul jam?”

He smirks slightly as he leans on his mic as he gives a proper explanation. He’s not wrong, but if his master is noticing that you’re slowly catching feelings, he’ll either have to make sure you’re distracted by your feelings for him, or find a way to distance himself from you. Granted, the latter is more likely to corrupt you from grief. But if he gets caught tricking you…?

“I get that, but your little friend is still an enemy. A threat. Flirt around with her and toy with her as much as you want, but remember that she’s not on our side. She could be using her angelic charms to trick you into joining her!”

Shadow milk summons a plush of you and black sapphire, showing puppet strings on black sapphire’s back, and you controlling him. Black sapphire shudders slightly before the plushies disappear. Shadow milk appears behind black sapphire with a knowing glare, he’s getting to him.

“Trust me master, this is only to keep her away from the others and influencing pure vanilla cookie. Besides, she doesn’t seem too much of a threat outside of her fragile virtue. As long as we don’t give her a reason to fall, we should be fine.”

Shadow milk glares at him for a moment, knowing full well this cookie is susceptible to falling for pretty women and men, and respectfully, you’re prettiest of the bunch. He sighs, knowing there’s not much he can do except wait for the heartbreak to settle in. He then makes the plushies disappear and then smirks teasingly.

“Alright, if you say so! Just don’t get in over your head about it, you know how you get when you do, lover boyyy~!”

Shadow milk slaps the back of black sapphire cookie, causing him to hiss in a breath like an irate cat at a dog. Shadow milk starts to laugh as Black sapphire cookie rubs his back, slowly massaging anything sore as he leans on his mic.

“You really need to figure out how to not break my spine in half when you joke around like this…”

He mutters to himself before shadow milk cookie dissipates into the air. He then slowly begins to float around before he notices your door open. Odd, didn’t you go to sleep a few hours ago? Why is your door suddenly open..?

He floats up to the hall of your room and peeks into the door. Inside he can see you placing a bandaid on candy apple’s knee, rubbing alcohol next to you, and some kind of sewing materials next to the rubbing alcohol. It isn’t long before you take the sewing materials and begin to fix a rip on candy apple’s dress. His eyes widen slightly before he quietly floats into your room, watching you sew the ripped lacy seam with precision and care. Candy apple cookie lets her legs fly around a little bit before she looks down at the seam of the dress, watching the rip disappear before her very eyes. Her eyes widen and sparkle with something he’s never seen her have before, well, except with master shadow milk cookie.

“Where did you learn to do this?!”

“Where I learned how to sew and make clothes…?”

You ask in a whisper. Your sewing position is put on pause as the memories fly back to when your mother sewed your clothes together after they got torn or broken, and when she eventually began to teach you how to sew.. a smile draws onto your face before you give an answer.

“My mother was the one who taught me how to sew clothes and mend them, she told me it would be a skill to create bonds bound by time. If you want, if I’m able to come and visit after all of this is over, I can teach you how to sew too!”

“YES. PLEASEEEE, I WANT TO CREATE MY OWN CLOTHES!!”

You giggle softly before you complete the mending project, tying it into a perfect small knot and using the flame of the candle to seal the seam up. You stand up and gather your things as candy apple stands up and spins around, the dress is as bouncy as ever! She squeals before she runs up to you and gives you a tight hug.

“THANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOU THANK YOU!”

You giggle once more as you place a hand on her head, petting it softly before you see the shine of black sapphire’s boots. You look up to see him staring, but not menacingly, more so surprised of the whole ordeal. You’re their enemy, why are you helping candy apple cookie with her dress?

“You’re welcome candy apple cookie. Now run along, I’m sure black sapphire cookie is looking for you..!”

Candy apple smiles brightly before she scurries off giggling, probably about to set a prank of some kind on him. He steps forward from the dark corner of your room, his gaze soft yet surprised as he approaches.

“You…you did that?…without her causing a fuss?”

“I’ve been told that I allow children to feel calm in my presence, that there’s no danger or need to run. It happens to more than just children, but apparently they seem to feel most safe with me..”

Black sapphire’s eyes remain wide for a moment before his gaze relaxes slightly with a chuckle.

“I have to admit, you’re one of the few cookies I’ve met who can tame a brat like candy apple cookie. Not even I could get her to behave like that!”

You smile softly and giggle a little bit as you set down your materials from sewing candy apple’s dress. Your wings flutter softly as you grab the hairbrush, ready to see what the next game has in store.

“Well, I’m glad I could help! I’ll be downstairs in a moment, I just need to get ready and I’ll be down in a few moments!”

He nods and begins to walk off, but he looks back and gazes at you in the moonlight. With it always night-time here, it creates this ethereal glow to you that delicately casts over your soft hair, the silky nightgown, and your dough. They say that the moon makes cookiekind do rather stupid things at night, and well, he can’t help but think about something rather ridiculous. If given his master’s permission, maybe he can actually court you? He feels his face burn at the thought of it. You in his arms, a crown of white roses that accentuates your halo, dancing in the pale moonlight as gentle piano plays in the background. He shakes his head before he walks out to where his master and candy apple cookie resides, his face still flushed from the thought of it…

After some teasing from candy apple, you step down in the same silky nightgown, just covered in a lacy cardigan and paired with the pearls you found in the jewelry box of your room. Gingerbrave and the others eventually come around and it’s time for the next event, the tarot cards.

Getting turned into a card is not something that you were expecting in your lifetime, let alone be a card in black sapphire’s coat pocket. You are the queen of cups, representing love, psychic abilities/intuition, and tenderheartedness. You hold a cup in your hands with a white rose crown over your head, every once in a while he pulls you out of his suit jacket and stares at you, his pupils appearing to dialate slightly as he stares at you, admiring your beauty in the card. If only he knew the spell to reverse the card affect… maybe he could keep you to himself for a short while, just getting all your deepest secrets and thoughts.

“…why are you working for him?”

“Hm? What was that?”

He pulls you out of his suit jacket, still walking around to gods know where. He raises an eyebrow as you seem to stare at him face to face, your heart beginning to flutter. He’s a lot more cute than you could have imagined up close, why you think that now is beyond you, but you clear your throat and speak.

“I wish to know why you work for him? Do you have some kind of family relation with him, or are you just working for him for your own benefit?”

He stays quiet for a moment, not sure as to what he’d say about this, as nobody has ever asked him why he works for shadow milk cookie.

“And why would you like to know that, little dove~?”

“Just simple curiosity is all, you don’t have to answer me if it’s an unsavory question..!”

He stays quiet for a moment, then he smirks before bringing your card closer.

“And what makes you think that I’d say the truth of that question? How will you know that I’m not lying to you in every word I say?”

You smile and set down the cup in your hands as you reach out to touch the laminated barrier between you and him. Your actions always surprise him, always trying to erase any barrier between you and your enemy, to blur them just enough to hear them speak of their stories, and possibly help them.

“Angels can tell of liars and their intentions of lying. While you don’t have to answer anything, you also don’t have to lie to me… I promise to keep my mouth shut!”

He remains quiet for another moment or so, then he sighs.

“Back before we became who we were, candy apple and I lost our parents in a car accident. We were put into the foster system, but due to our demonic DNA, nobody planned on adopting us.. Whenever I heard they were going to start a “cleanse” on all demonic beings in our hometown, I packed whatever I could for both me and candy apple cookie, and I left. I didn’t care if it was a rumor or a fact, I couldn’t risk her life by staying..”

You listen intently, hearing every word hit hard in your chest as you listen to his story.

“I learned the ability to lie and bargain for food and water. Being a kid, you had to eat to live, or else you’ll starve after a growth spurt. I gained many debts, and twice as many enemies who wished me crumbled, or worse. After being on the run for about a year or so, we come across the spire of deceit, when the master was freshly corrupted. He took me and candy apple cookie in, and I thought I’d stay overnight and be on my way. I was 14 at the time, fully expecting to have to leave the next morning. Yet after getting caught stealing and trying to lie my way out, he handed me this mic. It was obviously smaller at the time, but since then he’s been paying me to spread lies and rumors. I now own hundreds of thousands of dollars worth in gold, but I don’t waste it all. I simply just transfer how much money I need into the currency in the area I’m in and I’m set.”

You look up with a smile on your face as you begin to realize his intentions. He’s working so he and candy apple never have to go hungry again, and it appears that he means it as well..

“One day, when the world drowns in chaos and deceit, I’m planning on buying a home with the money I save, and let her live out the life she’s always dreamed of having… to be a happy, spoiled teenager, because I never got that chance…”

You stay quiet for a moment, taking in what he says… he’s really doing this to take care of his sister, and is willing to fall from the witches’ grace in order to help her, even if he doesn’t show it. It kind of reminds you of when you were young, when your mother passed due to a terminal illness.

“…my mother passed when I was young too, I was about 16 when she passed to some kind of terminal illness… I was kicked out of my family home by her sisters and my grandmother for the home. They said “a sinner shouldn’t own the family home”.. since I was so close to 18, and wasn’t aware of most laws regarding the issue, I knew it wouldn’t be long before I ended up on the streets. So I began to work, a simple job as a librarian’s aide. In turn for my help, I was able to live up in the small apartments above the library for better costs. It wasn’t the luxury I once had, but it was enough for me to start saving money for a home of my own. That is until I ran into gingerbrave and the others. After helping them with dark enchantress cookie, they gifted me a large manor, built by the sugar gnomes to call my own… yet it doesn’t feel like home, no matter how much I try to make it feel like home… do you understand what I’m saying…?”

Black sapphire’s hands trace over the surface of your card, his eyebrows raised at the fact you were abandoned so quickly after your mother’s death, and yet you persisted. You wanted a home, just like him. Once you were gifted one however, you felt isolated and alone. If it wasn’t for the fact you were an angel, he’d use that as puppet strings to manipulate you with… granted, from what you’ve told him, you already experienced plenty of suffering and manipulation by your own family. I mean, who calls their own grand-daughter a sinner? She’s probably the sweetest thing he’s met in a long time.

“Heh, if they viewed you as a sinner, then I wonder what they’d think of me if I were to have approached?”

You smile softly as he lets out a small chuckle, but what surprises you is when he leaves a gentle kiss on the top of your card. It’s quick, gentle, and a little feverish.

“You and I aren’t so different after all, are we…?”

You blush heavily as you tuck some hair behind your ear, not used to such an open display of affection from your enemy.

“I suppose we are…”

He smirks at your flustered face, it’s honestly adorable how you get so flustered by the simplest affections. He can only imagine how cute you’d be if you were in some kind of relationship with him. His gaze remains on you longingly, before a familiar squeal forms in the background.

“Black sapphire cookie! Black sapphire cookie..! BLACK SAPPHIRE COOKIE!”

He sighs before sliding your card back into his coat pocket, turning to face candy apple cookie. After a short while of bickering and tugging, the card bag rips open, and black sapphire falls backwards, making you slide out of his coat pocket and fly off to a different location. You scream as you fly off while black sapphire tries to get up and go after you, but candy apple releases gingerbrave and the others to cause a distraction. You can hear black sapphire and candy apple fighting throughout the halls as you get carried away by the wind, holding onto the edges of your card to see if you can control it and try to land where gingerbrave and the others are, but the wind gusts become too strong and fly off outside, where you begin to fall into the middle of the gardens. After yelling and flipping yourself over, you land on some sidewalk with you facing the moon.

A fountain weeps in the background as the wind quiets down. No more do you hear the sounds of screaming or fighting, but the sound of bugs chirping and water flowing. This is probably the only “public” area of the spire that you haven’t managed to explore, as black sapphire seemed to have mentioned a garden to some of the servants in passing. You stare at the moon as you let go of the edges of your card and hold onto the chalice, ever still full of never ending water. You take a moment to collect yourself and sip on the water in the chalice, it’s clear and soft taste calms your nerves as you stare up at the moon, ever the same since your youth. Outside of sleeping, this is probably your most peaceful moment in the spire of deceit.

Time seems to tick by slowly, the soft sounds and the gentle water keeping you calm. If it weren’t for you still being in a card, you’d close your eyes and take a nap as you wait for everything to settle down.. but one thing continues to nag at you..

If you were given the opportunity to talk to shadow milk cookie, would you be able to understand him? To reason with him? Potentially be friends..? You sigh as you stare at the moon. If only if you didn’t get exhausted, maybe you’d have a chance, or if you got turned back into a cookie..

Black sapphire cookie leans against a Column, breathing heavily as he regains his strength. He still can’t believe a bunch of gnats were able to beat someone as amazing as him. While his master is off to get to pure vanilla cookie’s chambers, he uses this time to check for injuries when he realizes something.. His coat pocket is empty… Black sapphire’s stomach drops as he realizes that you flew out of his coat pocket, and that the wind carried you to somewhere in the spire. Panic begins to fill him as he begins to frantically look around for a queen of cups card.

“Shit, shit, SHIT! Where did she go?!”

Black sapphire rushes off to check all the halls that you could’ve flew down earlier. Eventually, he runs into the rumor weaver, who’s clearly concerned about her boss.

“Sir, is everything alright? You never panic like this!”

“I’m looking for a tarot card that flew off somewhere, have you seen it??”

“A tarot card..? Mm.. I saw somethin’ akin to a tarot card flying towards the library, don’t know if it’s still there, but that’s your best bet to look.”

Black sapphire thinks for a moment, as he just passed the library, and there wasn’t a card in sight with the Queen of cups, but it’s possible you flew to his gardens. He nods and rushes past the rumor weaver to get to the gardens.

“Heh, he’s gettin’ better about my tricks, smart boy!”

He stops by the garden, the white roses glowing in the pale moonlight as the fountain continues to weep its purified waters. There in the middle of the garden sidewalk, remains a singular tarot card, unmoved by the abnormally gentle breeze of the sacred garden. Black sapphire cookie carefully steps forward, you feel the ground shaking as he steps closer. The clicking of his heeled boots sound of echoes in a ballroom in the perimeters of your card-prison. His silhouette begins to form in the moonlight, carefully picking you up as if he’s holding glass or crystal in his hands. He stares at you, a sigh of relief leaving his chest as he holds you in his arms.

“You really know how to scare the daylights out of someone, don’t you?”

You smile softly and let out a soft giggle, fully relaxed from the scenery around you. A soft blush dusts his cheeks as he sees you smile, a genuine smile that makes men’s hearts melt in your presence. Is this the feeling of being blessed? Is this what the older men in the creme republic felt when they claimed to have been blessed by angels?

“I’m sorry that I worried you, black sapphire cookie. I tried getting to gingerbrave and the others, that way I could help them with pure vanilla, but the winds were too strong…!”

“You still wish to help them, even after practically being abandoned by them? If I were in their position, I’d go straight after you first. I mean, why leave such a precious cookie like you in such a dreaded state, hm~?”

“They’re only children still.. besides, I feel like I owe pure vanilla cookie a favor after he helped me with my wings when I met him.. he took the time of his precious life to help me unmat my wings and get them nice and clean.. I won’t let his kindness go unwarranted, not after what he’s done for me, and what happened in my past..”

You respond with a gentle smile, lessening as you look at your wings. Once matted, dull, and littered with infected feathers. Now pristine and gem-like in the light of the moon, lighter than you’ve ever felt. Once a heavy burden of being seen as a sinner, carefully being taken off your shoulders, by one of the few who went out of their way to genuinely help you. You look to black sapphire cookie, his eyebrow raised as he begins to realize at what you meant.. his gaze softens and he carefully pulls out a small page from a spellbook he ripped out. After a few moments, he puts you back on the ground and uses the spell to reverse you back to your cookie form. You sit up carefully, the chalice in your hands no longer there. You reach up for the flower crown, and you sigh in disappointment as you feel nothing but your hair. You look around and you gasp in disbelief as the scenery unfolds around you.

White roses can be seen for what appears to be for miles, a gentle fountain of spring water flowing through the small rivets of the decorated sidewalk. Your eyes sparkle as you begin to realize where you are, and how long you’ve waited to see this place.

“This is-!”

“Yep, the sacred garden of eternity.. My greatest pride and joy!”

You look up to him, your eyes still sparkling as he looks down to you with a smug smirk.

“You created this garden?!”

He laughs for a second before clearing his throat.

“Oh no, I wish I could pull something like this off by myself! It was planted by a group of devout followers of my master, some 1,000 years ago, when he was still known as the fount of knowledge. From what I’ve learned, it was a special offering, a testament of love and loyalty to the one that knew all.”

He leans closer and begins to whisper to you.

“I heard that he was planning on marrying the original cookie who came up with the idea, but she perished from some kind of food poisoning. Jealousy runs deep in devotion apparently, but you didn’t hear this from me!”

You gasp softly as you hear what he says before he leans back and smirks. You have no idea if it’s true or not, but it’s not like he’ll let you go up and ask his master for any information. After recollecting your thoughts, you slowly stand up and begin to step towards the flowers, tears poking in the corners of your eyes as you stare in awe.. This is it, the garden your mother spoke so fondly of. After all this time, you get to gaze upon its beauty for the first time. Is this how your mother felt when she was first brought down here, all those years ago..?

“I..I’m actually here…I can’t believe it.. after so long of only hearing stories of this sacred garden, I’m actually here..!”

Black sapphire steps closer to you as he sees the tears poking in your eyes, he leans closer and uses a hand to wipe away your tears, only for you to stiffen up and flinch away, holding your cheek as if you were harshly slapped across the face. His gaze softens for a moment, it appears that your family didn’t take very kindly to your existence, just how his debtors were to him… he stands back up and looks to the roses.

“So, you heard of this garden?”

You nod softly, your gaze soft and reminiscing. Black sapphire tilts his head as he waits for you to speak.

“Yes. From what my mother told me, there’s a family legend on my father’s side of the family, as one of his ancestors was one of the original gardeners for these gardens. It said that “when one is gifted a white rose of eternity, their bond with the gift giver is blessed to last forever in harmony and peace.”… My father brought my mother here when the spire was considered abandoned after the fount of knowledge became corrupted, yet his family still tried to care for it when they could. He gifted her one of these roses, promising her that once he returned from war, they’d finally be able to live in peace, without her mother’s influence… but he never came home..”

You stare at the roses, remembering the soft white rose in a glass casket on your mother’s bookshelf, next to the last love letters your father ever sent to your mother. You close your eyes, tears streaming from your face as you remember your mother reading the letter when he found she was pregnant with you, 5 months along, he’d been gone for 5 months, and never knew that he was a father until then…. That was the last letter he’d sent..

“He was killed in action, he tried to save civilians from getting hit with missiles, but he only got himself crumbled. The white rose and his wedding band were the only things on his corpse that wasn’t stained in jam or blown off his body…”

Black sapphire cookie’s eyes widen as you explain your story. Seeing the light in your eyes dim as tears rolled down your face. You mourn for a man you’ve never met, yet loved you regardless in the time of him knowing you existed. You remember how the letter had tear stains on the paper, tears of joy you can only assume. To think that your father perished, most likely because of Black sapphire’s master’s antics, and caused so much suffering for someone so pure and gentle with everything she’s come across. You look up to black sapphire cookie, who is seemingly off in space to you, but he’s thinking... Thinking about you and how you seem to feel so much, yet your facial expressions show so little.. always an ever gentle look in your eyes with a soft smile, as if it were a near permanent mask. It makes you hard to read for most, and he’s no exception. Yet the moments you reveal details like this that let him see past the gentle demeanor, even if only for a second, only makes him want you all the more. You’re a delicate puzzle decorated in feathers and moonlight, one he desperately wishes to solve.

“I see… your life was filled with turmoil and heartbreak, even before your birth.. There’s a saying I heard while in parfaitdea. It goes “Some are just born with tragedy in their veins.”.. it’s a shame that your heart has been broken so much…”

He stares at you, carefully wiping your tears as your wings twitch a little. You look up to the moon, the same gentle moonlight you’ve had watching over since your childhood. Your expression turns to its gentle state once more, just without your precious smile…

Black sapphire stares at each rose, prim, proper, and white. One stands out from the rest, its petals perfectly intact and in a methodical shape. It appears as if it were blessed, just for you. He carefully kneels and gently picks the rose, taking off each thorn with thorough effort and precision that could put some surgeons to shame. He looks to you as he hesitates slightly, not sure if he should take such a risk. His heart is pounding in his chest, his fingers messing with the end of the stem as his mic stares in shock.

“But that doesn’t mean that all tragedies end in sorrow. I’ve seen quite a few plays where the hero, while originally tragic, ends up living happily ever after. Just like how you don’t have to continue the story you were given..~”

You turn to him, your eyes widen slightly as a soft blush forms on your face. His magic carefully makes the rose float in his hand, as if it were floating in its own. He holds his hand out to you as the white rose floats over to you. You carefully hold your hands out as the rose carefully lands in your hands, the petals out as if they’re trying to get to your face. It’s the most gorgeous rose you’ve ever seen, and it’s for you…?

You stare at the rose in a gentle awe before you look up to black sapphire, his face flushed as he notices your reaction.

“Why..? Why did-?”

“Like I said, dear. You don’t have to keep the story you were given. And I think that it’s time for a more.. sweet chapter in your eternal life.”

He carefully cups your hands with his. A cold, gentle, almost endearing touch. The nickname “dear” makes your face flush red as you begin to realize what he is hinting at.

“Wouldn’t you agree..~?”

He leans in closer with a smile on his face. Sly, cunning, a hint of lust in his words. Yet his touch is gentle, sweet, loving even. You lean in slightly a shy smile on your face before the wind blows through a gust of cold in the air. You gasp and shudder as black sapphire cookie looks up at the night sky, the moonlight now gone as shadow milk cookie’s voice echoes throughout the spire.

“COME TO PAPA!!!”

You gasp in shock and horror as you realize what is happening, pure vanilla’s soul jam.. it’s been corrupted…!!

You turn to black sapphire cookie, your gaze full of guilt as you stare at him. You take your hands from his, holding the rose close to you. He is also shocked, he honestly expected his master to just take the soul jam, not corrupt it. He turns to you as you look up at the spire, your eyes filled glazing over with tears before you try to stop a sob from leaving your throat..

“I’m so sorry.. I can’t lose my friend…!”

You whisper before he steps closer, you close your eyes and flinch before you feel his hands cup your face. You open your eyes slightly as you can see him, his eyes show a tinge of heartbreak in his soul, causing your guilt to deepen as he smiles softly.. he nods softly, understanding why you’re so willing to save pure vanilla. You hiccup a sob before you hug him tightly, the rose in your grasp as he gasps in shock. After a moment, he carefully wraps his arms around you and returns your hug, gently rubbing your back as he feels the warmth encase him, as if he’s wrapped around in a thick, fluffy blanket. You are the first to let go, his hands remain on your shoulders, lingering as the warmth leaves him.

“Thank you, black sapphire, for everything….”

You get on your toes and lean in to leave a gentle kiss on his cheek before you run down the sidewalk, the wind gusting your hair around you as you place the rose in your hair before you jump and use the wind currents to fly to the spire, your white wings still shining in the moonless sky.

Black sapphire cookie places a hand on his cheek before he stares up at you flying towards the spire. He really should be going after you, for you may ruin his master’s plan.. yet his mind is racing, his heart is beating out of his chest as his face burns with a blush. A delicate, holy being such as you, willing to bless someone like him with a delicate kiss. The kiss burns on his face, yet the feeling is just wonderful. He sighs softly, his gaze softening as he watches you fly to the spire.

The battle is horrendous, it appears to never end.. until it does. Shadow milk is defeated, starting to crumble. You try to reach him and try to stop him bleeding, but you’re stopped by not only your own injuries, but by gingerbrave and wizard cookie. A portal opens behind shadow milk cookie, black sapphire and candy apple cookie call out to shadow milk cookie. Then he sees you… broken, battered, crumbling. A surge of pain and a hot feeling going over the back of his neck and over his chest, his eyes wide as he sees you struggling to move.

Shadow milk and candy apple transfer through the portal, black sapphire turns around before he hears you. A meek cry of his name in pain, a last attempt to make amends before you potentially never see each other again.

You hiccup a sob from the pain coursing through you. He turns to you, tears forming in the corners of his eyes. You see him move his mouth, barely making out two words.

“I’m sorry..”

He turns around and enters the portal, closing it behind him before you collapse and faint from the pain.

When you awake, you’re in your manor. The soft silky sheets that smell of peonies and sugar, not the lavender and decadent smells you have grown accustomed to. You sit up slowly and see pure vanilla cookie in his awakened form. His eyes are open, gentle and waiting. He turns to you and smiles softly.

“Good.. you’re awake..!”

Soon after you wake up, pure vanilla is cleaning your wings again, as he did when you first met him. You sigh and feel… empty, as if something ripped a part of your soul from your body. You turn to the moon, thinking about black sapphire cookie. The rose is on the nightstand, still as perfect and prim as the moment he gave it to you… you sigh as you turn to pure vanilla cookie…

“I miss him…”

“Hm?”

“….do you remember black sapphire cookie..?”

He nods carefully with a smile as he sets the hairbrush down.

“Of course I do, I remember him being quite gentle towards you. Why do you ask, (name) cookie?”

You sigh as you turn to face him, your face riddled with guilt as you admit your truth.

“I miss him… dearly… he showed me that my story shouldn’t have to remain in tragedy, that it’s okay to want to have some sweetness in life… is it wrong to miss someone, even if they are an enemy..?”

He remains quiet for a moment, thinking of his words carefully. He then smiles softly as he carefully holds your hand, warmth encasing your hand as tears form in your eyes from the shame. He feels a part of him stinging with pain as he sees the thoughts in your eyes, thoughts of shame, thoughts of being a sinner.. yet love isn’t a sinful thing, you were just conditioned into believing so by a family who never cared…

“Love tends to form in many different places, for a multitude of reasons. It is not a bad thing to miss someone who makes you feel better about yourself, nor do I consider it shameful to miss someone who treated you well. In the end, it’s clear he cared about you to some extent, and I’m certain those feelings will grow with time…”

He pats your head softly as tears fall from your face, once again a burden feels lightened, as if he’s lifting it from your shoulders. You thought he’d be scolding you, like how some other cookies were, but yet he’s here, telling you that your feelings and pain shouldn’t be ashamed of, but to be a reminder of what you’ve overcome, or what you yet to face.

“In the end, if he truly is in love you, then I’m certain he’ll find his way to you. Give it some time, let the flames of battle fade before you get yourself burnt. When the smoke clears and embers smolder, that’s when he’ll come running…”

You sigh as you lean onto pure vanilla, tears streaming down your gentle face. You genuinely hope he is right, for this feeling is unbearable to you. To finally feel like you fit in, only for it to be ripped away all over again. A normal cookie couldn’t imagine such a feeling, yet you feel it so intensely, so harshly.. you can’t cry, nor can you scream, you can’t even move. All you can do is let the tears fall as pure vanilla cookie does his absolute best to comfort you in any way he can. You are no sinner, he knows that as much as everyone else. Yet cookies are naturally judgmental, especially towards beings such as you. The burden of the virtues gifted with your wings and halo is heavy, but he won’t let you suffer alone, it’s the least he can do for you, after all that you’ve suffered.

The moonlight encases you in a soft glow, the same one when black sapphire cookie gifted you the rose. Does he even remember you now? Does he feel guilty? Will he actually come and find you..? You’re too injured to try and search for him now, you took a lot of damage from shadow milk cookie to protect pure vanilla, and now you’re practically on house arrest. All you can do now is try to rest your body. Take time to recover… your pain will soon fade. You don’t know if he’ll ever try and find you, but you will be here…

Waiting…

ALRIGHTY. THE PREQUEL IS DONE! Hopefully it lines up with the descendant-

For those who requested black sapphire cookie x reader fics and/or art, don’t worry, I’m working on them slowly! I just got done with hs graduation, and recovering from sunburns, so I haven’t had a lot of time to finish them! ;v; however, I should have at least one of them done soon, so keep an eye out for that! ^^

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I'M DYING BECAUSE THIS IS LITERALLY HIM LOL

Adrian on date app 😭🤏🧜‍♂️

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Everyone always talks about getting their back blown out during multiple orgasm sex by a primarch the first time but what about the opposite?

It turns out that primarch or not certain things were universal. Primarchs having sex for the first time and coming prematurely? Be that embarrassingly early, right as the clothes came off or in their pants.

- The likes of Mortarion or Konrad Curze being so unused to affectionate loving touch, let alone affectionate touch involving praising them, that they blow at damn near nothing. Bonus point if it is that they are used to violence but it's the very fact that the touch is gentle that breaks them

- Lorgars years of (fanon) religious repression making it so that as soon as he sees his partner naked he can't hold it back and finishes on the spot

- Someone like Rogal Dorn not at all being stoic and self contained

- Sanguinius litterally puffing up with his feathers (lol) and going the equivalent of "Oh my goodness" apologizing (he just seems like someone who would say "oh my goodness")

No matter who the primarch is embarrassed beyond belief and their partner not only doesn't mind but, if a baseline human, gets the mother of all ego boosts. They may either comfort or tease them or both. Likely both. Don't worry this is not to say their partner won't get pleasure either, oh they will. There's practice and taking off the edge for that, but that first time....