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the-fiction-witch · 3 months ago

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The Former Princess

Media - Rings Of Power Character - Elrond Couple - Elrond X Reader (Many Great Neice x Uncle) Reader - Y/n (Former Princess Of Numenor) Rating - 12+ Word Count - 1303

Writers notes - I have had this planned legit since watching the series for the first time, becuase I have no clue why! this isn't what they did. Why didn't Elrond go to Numenor, you know a place he has a large connection too! Given the first king of Nuemnor was his mortal twin brother! don't get me wrong I adore Elrond in Khazad Dum with Durin and Disa, it's actually the best part of Season one in my opinion, But thinking of what we could have had! Elrond seeing the artwork of Him and Elros, Elrond getting to speak to the line of King's and Queen's direct descendant of his twin brother, getting to see the island his brother poured a mortal life into grow and break away from the elves! Just... Come on! this is what remakes and expanded lore is made for! I can come up with so many beautiful, powerful scenes for this! And on the flip side Galadreil will later have such a connection or Moria and Khazad Dum, moving briefly with her daughter later on, having such a relationship towards Gimli in the books, and you know the fact she and her family live right Next Door for many thousands of years! am I just being salty.... yes. But still I have ranted so continue with your day.

The small boat sailed softly into Numenor’s Port, A gentle breeze fluttering the sails. Elrond stood on the deck of the ship looking out across the Island. He felt a deep pride to see the island so busy, the tower’s grown tall, and the port large. It had been so long since he had seen the shores of Numenor, that he had almost forgotten them. But the faded old elven architecture proved to him beyond doubt that the time of unified Numenor and Lindon was long behind them.

Once the ship docked, guards led Elrond through the city.

They stared at him, Workers glared at him, and children ran to their mothers like he was some hellish beast. But he supposed to the long stewing people of Numenor, he likely was.

“You will remain here. And await your audience.” a guard demanded,

“I thank you,” Elrond nodded to them,

They slammed the door closed leaving Elrond alone in the grand throne room,

It had changed so much from when he last saw it, pillars lined with gold and stary banners, A large balcony out to the city below. The ceiling painted with the vast celestial skies with the Island of Numenor as a map painted on the floor. His steps echoed as he paced the grand room, his eyes fell to the throne of Numenor and for a moment he saw his brother Elros sitting there.

He remembered him, as the young man he always hoped to keep close to his heart. Even if for a moment he was forced to recall the withered, frail body he last saw his brother occupy. But even so, he smiled and briefly bowed to the throne, as if his brother still sat it.

“You see him?” A voice asked,

Elrond turned, to see the stairwell where a girl stood.

For a moment, Elrond could have sworn to all the Valar… that he saw his mother Elwing.

She stood at the top of the stairs, skin as pale as a seabird’s wings, with long curls of hair as black as coal, she wore a long gown of Numenor blue with embroidered silver and gold stars and a small tiara of sunrays in her hair.

He could only stare for a moment, before he swallowed hard and spoke, “Fo-forgive me, I didn’t hear you arrive.”

“You’d be surprised how often I hear that,” she chuckled,

“I have my doubts a lady like you could be ignored.”

She smiled sadly, “How long has it been? Since you came to Numenor Herald Elrond?”

“I last came in 442, to wish farewell one final time to my brother Elros.”

“Quite some time ago,” she slowly made her way down the steps,

“I admit, the island is not as I remember. But I am glad for it, that his kingdom and line has had such success.” he smiled, “Forgive me, but you know my name already? Yet I do not know yours.”

“Y/n.”

“A princess of Nuemnor?” he asked as he glanced at her tiara,

“I was.” She said sadly,

“Forgive me-”

“You had no Ill will,” She nodded,

“Regardless, it is my pleasure to meet with you.” He smiled as he offered his hand,

Y/n smiled and slid her hand into his own,

Elrond brought her hand to his lips and pressed a tender kiss against her skin,

“But you see him? Don’t you?”

“I do.” He nodded, “It was so long ago, and yet I see him as if it were yesterday he sat on the throne.”

She nodded, “As do I.”

“Yo- you do?” he choked,

She turned to face the throne, “Sometimes I fear, he linger’s watching over us. I fear it is because he is angry, or perhaps disappointed in what has become of us.”

“I do not believe my brother would hold such a grudge, barely believe he was capable of it in life let alone in death.” Elrond explained, “I am sure if he lingers, he lingers only out of love, for his family and his city.”

She nodded, “Forgive me, I needn't burden you with such fears,”

“Please,” he said as he took her hand once more, “You may burden me as much as you desire, believe me, an elf’s shoulders are strong and if it lightens your load I am more than honoured to take it.”

“That is very kind of you Herald Elrond,” She smiled, “but you needn’t be so kind to me, few in Numenor are.”

He scoffed, “Y/n, you are a lady of the line of kings. A niece of mine no doubt far removed by now.” he chuckled, “We are family, so? Tell me of what bothers you.”

“... I fear, this city, this island will fall. Under the hands that now rule it.”

“You are not ruling it?”

She shook her head, “We have been cast out, for another to reign, still family… but I fear their reign.”

“It is only natural to have such fears, of unknown change.” He nodded, “Do you fear for yourself? Or just for your people?”

“I fear for both.” She nodded, “For different reasons.”

He nodded once more, “Would it bring you some peace? If I was to tell you, that you would always be welcome in Lindon?”

“The elves would not want to host to us.”

“The elves, hold far fewer grudges than you’d imagine.” he laughed, “And regardless, You and your kin are always welcome in Lindon so long as I linger there. And wherever I am to later go you will be welcome there to,” he explained,

“You truly mean that?”

“I do.” he said, “These long years I have desired to be far closer to our family,”

“Thank you Herald Elrond,” she nodded with a smile,

“... Y/n?” He asked quietly, “Do you fear your fate if you linger here?”

“...yes,” she whispered,

“Do you wish to leave Numenor?” he asked in a hushed tone,

She nodded,

“I am more than happy, to take you with me when I leave.”

“I do not wish to leave my people,” she wept,

“And what then of yourself?” he asked as he brushed a tear from her cheek,

“I do not know,”

He nodded and swallowed hard, “If ever you are fearful, I am only a single message away. And you will always be welcome in my home, at my harth and in my heart Y/n.”

“Thank you, Elrond.” She nodded,

Before another word could be spoken, the large doors were forced open.

Y/n separated herself from Elrond and put a large space between them, as Ar-Pharazôn marched himself in.

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criticallyinneedofadar · 1 month ago

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The Rock and the Vine

Here it is ya'll. The Final Chapter. If you are interested- I would definitely be willing to write the letters between these two that happened between chapters and then some of Elrond's letters from the ending! Let me know in the comments!

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The journey back to Khazad-dûm passed beneath a sky the color of pale steel, clouds trailing like silken banners above the mountains. The tension that had weighed so heavily on your shoulders during your departure from Eregion had lightened since Elrond’s arrival, though not vanished entirely. It clung at the edges, like a storm on the horizon—one you could feel but not yet see.

Elrond rode beside you now, his expression calmer than when he’d burst through the underbrush in a panic, but still distant in quiet thought. Occasionally, your eyes would meet, and in those moments, there was a depth of understanding between you that needed no words. He had come looking for you. He had feared you lost. And now he remained, choosing to accompany you back.

At the fork in the road, Elrond raised his hand to his company. “Ride ahead to Eregion,” he said. “Tell Lord Celebrimbor I will follow within the week.”

There was no protest. The elves bowed, wheels of their horses turning toward the horizon while you and Elrond continued alone.

Khazad-dûm rose from the stone like a mountain crowned with iron and fire. The gates stood open, as they always did to friends of the dwarves, but even from a distance, something felt... off.

The air hung thicker. The forges were quieter.

Elrond seemed to sense it too. “It is different,” he murmured. “Even the stone feels subdued.”

You both dismounted in silence. As you crossed through the great threshold into the mountain, you barely made it ten steps before a familiar voice rang down the corridor.

“Well, look who finally decided to come back!”

Disa rounded the corner, hands on her hips, robes flowing around her like a stormcloud given form. “You disappear without a word, not a note, not a whisper—not even a beard-hair’s worth of warning—and then waltz back with an elf in tow?”

You opened your mouth, then closed it again as she swept forward and crushed you in a hug that made your ribs creak.

“I’m sorry,” you murmured into her shoulder. “I had to go. I didn’t want to offend you—”

“Offend me?” she pulled back just far enough to glare at you, tears shining faintly in her eyes. “You scared me half to death, girl.” She smacked your arm lightly. “Don’t ever do that again.”

You nodded, heart tight, only for her gaze to shift to Elrond.

“And you,” she growled. “Don’t think you’re off the hook just because you’re tall and tragic. You’re supposed to be the wise one, remember?”

Elrond raised a brow, managing a perfectly measured bow. “I stand thoroughly chastised, Lady Disa.”

Her eyes narrowed, but her mouth twitched. “You’d better.”

Later, in the royal quarters, you stood beside Elrond as Prince Durin met with you both privately. His face was weary, ash streaking his hands and cheeks as though he’d come directly from the forge.

“Something’s wrong with my father,” Durin said quietly, his voice heavy. “He’s still got the ring, and he barely eats. Barely speaks. He mutters to himself, stares at nothing for hours. He won’t let me or Disa near the mithril anymore.” He paused, glancing toward Elrond. “You were right. I didn’t want to believe it, but... I think the ring is changing him.”

Elrond nodded, his expression grim. “The rings were forged with Annatar’s help. We believed them to be gifts. But I fear now that some of them were poisoned with his will.”

“And you think...” Durin trailed off, eyes shadowed.

“I think the longer your father wears it, the harder it will be to bring him back,” Elrond said. “And I think time is running out.”

There was a long silence. The weight of their words sank into the stone walls, too vast to be immediately answered.

Durin looked to you, his voice softer. “You came back just in time.”

“I only wish I’d come back sooner,” you murmured.

Elrond followed you in silence through the familiar corridors until you reached the door to your chambers. You paused there, hand on the handle, realizing you’d never imagined bringing him here—not like this.

He didn’t wait for you to invite him in, nor did he presume. He simply stood beside you, quiet, waiting.

You turned the handle.

The door creaked open.

And the two of you stepped inside.

Your room was quiet when you entered, the familiar scent of ink, metal, and earth grounding you in the space that had so long been your sanctuary. It was a modest room by dwarven standards, though crafted with immense care—warm stone walls carved with patterns of leaves and runes, a polished desk tucked into the corner, and shelves lined with books, tools, and bits of half-finished projects.

You watched Elrond quietly as he stepped inside behind you. He didn’t speak at first. Instead, he moved slowly, his hands behind his back, eyes drifting across the collection of items that made up your world. He paused at your worktable, where small lengths of wire and metal had been twisted into attempts at jewelry. A few were elegant, shaped with the precision the dwarves had taught you. Others... far less so.

He picked up a crooked silver pendant with a bent clasp, the corner of his mouth quirking in faint amusement. “A design from before your morning tea, I suspect?”

You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t hide the soft smile tugging at your lips. “I was trying something new. It didn’t like being new.”

His eyes lingered on your books next, then the shelf of small stone carvings you’d bartered from the children of the miners in exchange for sweets. You could see it on his face—the bemused fondness, the curiosity he always tried so hard to keep dignified.

Then he turned slightly, glancing toward the adjoining space where your bedchamber lay. He hesitated, not crossing the threshold, only peering in with the air of someone who did not wish to offend.

But something inside caught his eye.

He stepped forward, slowly, until the edge of the bedchamber light touched his face. And then his expression shifted entirely.

There, in the corner of the room, where a long shaft of golden light poured down from a mirrored channel high above, flourished the elwinglir. The delicate star-bloom shimmered faintly in the beam, its petals gently unfurled as if basking in the light of a summer’s afternoon. It was vibrant, thriving—alive in a place of stone.

Elrond moved closer, kneeling beside it. His hand hovered before gently brushing the soft edge of a petal. “It lives,” he whispered, as though the words themselves might frighten it away.

You stepped beside him, folding your hands in front of you. “The sunlight beam was already here when Durin gifted me the room,” you said. “But I adjusted the mirror channels, added a few more lenses. I thought... maybe it would be enough. I wasn’t sure it would survive.”

Elrond looked up at you, something unreadable flickering in his eyes.

You smiled faintly, though your voice dropped with the weight of quieter thoughts. “I started caring for it after I wrote your letters. It became a habit. Water, prune, write... and wait.”

You hesitated. “I thought maybe you weren’t getting them. Or maybe you just didn’t want to answer.”

He stood slowly, the movement quiet. And then, without a word, he reached into the folds of his cloak and withdrew a bundle. A stack of letters, carefully bound with a strip of blue silk.

“I answered every single one,” he said, voice low. “Every time I tried to send them, I was called away. Gil-galad, Celebrimbor, Galadriel... they always needed something. Someone. And still, I wrote. On horseback, beside campfires, between councils. I never stopped.”

He held the bundle out to you.

“These are yours,” he said. “To read, to keep… to burn in the forge if you like. I wouldn’t blame you.”

You didn’t move. Not yet. The weight of the letters seemed too much to hold just yet. But your eyes never left his.

And neither did he move away.

“I would never burn them,” you said softly, your fingers finally closing around the bundle Elrond had offered. “Your words… your thoughts… they’re precious to me.”

Elrond’s breath caught, barely audible, but you saw the way his jaw tensed and his eyes softened. He stood close—so very close—and you could feel the energy between you humming like the air before a thunderstorm, electric and heavy with things unsaid.

You turned the letters over in your hands, careful, reverent. Then you looked up.

And he was watching you with that same quiet intensity—the kind that had once unnerved you, but now left you aching. There was longing in it, barely restrained. But still, he didn’t move. Elrond Peredhel, noble and reserved, forever patient.

Always waiting for someone else to make the first move.

Well. You’d waited long enough.

You stepped into the space between you, your hand sliding up to the back of his neck. His skin was warm beneath your fingers, and his breath hitched as you leaned in.

And then you kissed him.

There was no hesitation, no slow beginning—it was a kiss born of months of silence, of letters left unread, of words unspoken and tension unrelieved. His arms wrapped around you as though they had always meant to, pulling you into him as your lips met, deep and desperate and real.

When you broke apart, both of you were breathing heavily, your foreheads pressed together, your hands still tangled in his hair.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered breathlessly. “I—I shouldn’t have—but if one of us didn’t do something, I was afraid it would be years before anything happened.”

Elrond let out a low, delighted laugh, one you felt in the very center of your chest. He cupped your face, brushing his nose gently against yours.

“You’re right,” he murmured. “It probably would’ve taken me decades. I’ve always been absurdly slow when it matters most.”

You giggled, and the sound seemed to ease something between you both. You drifted together toward the little seating nook beside your bookshelves, letters still in hand, and settled together on the cushions, close—closer than you’d ever dared before.

Elrond’s arm curled around your waist, his cheek resting briefly against the crown of your head as you nestled into him, letting the firelight dance across the stone walls. For a time, neither of you spoke. The silence was no longer heavy. It was warm, full of understanding.

Still, the thoughts crept in.

“The world’s changing,” you murmured. “The rings. King Durin. The unrest. I feel like we’re standing at the edge of something vast and dangerous.”

Elrond didn’t respond right away, only tightened his hold around you. Then his voice came, soft and sure.

“We are,” he said. “But you won’t stand at the edge alone. Whatever comes, we will face it together.”

You closed your eyes, the comfort of his words wrapping around you like a blanket.

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Just outside your chambers, the heavy stone corridors were mostly empty, save for two familiar figures.

Disa slowed her steps as she and Prince Durin passed by your door. The sounds inside were faint—barely audible—but unmistakable.

A quiet giggle. A soft laugh. The gentle murmur of two people, finally finding their place beside one another.

Disa stopped and grinned.

“Well,” she said with a huff of satisfaction, “I’m so relieved they worked it out themselves. My next plan involved locking them in an abandoned mineshaft until one of them finally kissed the other.”

Durin gave her a sidelong look. “That was the next plan?”

“Oh please,” she said, linking her arm through his. “You don’t want to know the one after that.”

They continued down the hall, the sounds of quiet laughter fading behind them.

And within the stone-warmed chamber, the elwinglir glowed gently in its shaft of light—flourishing, still.

#elrond x reader #elrond rings of power #elrond peredhel #the rings of power #fanfiction #elrond

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scifi-they-wrote · 3 months ago

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Please do a Women of RoP event! I love Galadriel soooo much, AND, there are other incredible women to celebrate in this story

Hello all! I was thinking of hosting an appreciation week, but I couldn't pick who it was going to be about. So the choice is yours, help me decide! 😊

Please reblog/boost if you can, so it reaches more people. Thanks!

#rings of power #miriel and disa are overlooked yes #wonder whyyyyyyy #rop ladies

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incorrectdisa · 7 months ago

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Agnet: I'm back! Did you miss me? Chlodwig: With every bullet so far.

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signedeclipse · 2 years ago

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Requests open! Yay! I'd like to request a oneshot with Hantengu: reader, a human, ends up somehow protecting/saving the scared little guy (from the sun, perhaps?) and he is now Attached and kinda crushing, living in their house, and tries to make a move but is just way too scared. So he does what any good demon would do: gets bashful and rips his head off so his clones can make a move for him. Surprise now there's four guys with a Big Crush and they're not quite so cute about it anymore (not that reader complains). Hope this request finds you well and thanks for being super rad! ❤️

All For You [Hantengu X Reader]

Reader is Human Female | Romance | Part 2 HERE Final HERE

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In such a terrifying battle, he hadn't realised that despite killing the hashira, they had stranded him in a field with no shade and the sun was just moments away. He could run, but he didn't have much power remaining, so all he could do was try.

Even as he cried and wailed, he could hear what he could only assume was another member of the corps catching up to him, taking advantage of how little he had left in him.

If he needed to, he could surely muster just one more strike-

He could feel a burning heat on his back, causing a squeal, before it all stopped, and two arms fell in front of him, which he ran into and fell back into the grass.

Whimpering, the upper-rank shielded his face, waiting for some kind of attack, only to hear the rigorous panting of the being that had caught him.

Shakily, his hands moved from his face, gazing up to see that someone was on their elbows and knees, shielding him from the sun.

"Aren't you supposed to be hidden from the sun?" A head dipped down, looking curiously at the small being. You were just going for a stroll since you hadn't been able to sleep, and after hearing a loud commotion all you found was a weak, stranded demon.

The being shakily waited to see your movements, taking the chance to replenish itself. Hantengu had nowhere to run, unless he wanted to try digging.

"Well, I'm sure we can work this out." When your hand reached to him, he crouched and moved his hands to protect his head, which didn't stop you from hiding him in the thick cloth of your woollen cloak, which you had used to protect yourself from the cold spring air.

What was this human thinking? Hantengu pondered the implications, though realised if you were so certain about taking him in, he could always kill you when you got to shelter and he would be free once more. Besides, doing so now would be a waste with the sun around, and since the fabric surrounding him was so soft, warm, and smelt so, so enticing.

With the distraction hidden in your coat and your rushed jog back to your hidden home beyond the forest line and up a hill, you never looked back to catch a glimpse at the body left behind.

Before daring to remove him, you had shut all your blinds so little to no light peaked in, and turned on the light in your home yourself.

When he finally crawled out of your cloak of his own accord, which you had laid on the table and waited for him, his eyes scattered and landed on objects he deemed of importance.

One, a nichirin blade hung on the wall.

Two, a demon slayer corps uniform hanging beside your other garments on a rack.

And three, a portrait of a blue spider lily, one he recognized from one of Muzan's books.

Clearly, you were no normal human, you were a part of the corps. So then why weren't you dressed up and killing him? Perhaps you were going to try to reason with him, like many idiots had tried.

"Ah, you're finally awake."

Of course, he also noticed you sitting in a chair leant up against a wall, just a gust of wind away from it slipping and you falling. But you remained balanced for now.

"You don't have to worry, I won't harm you. I'm just trying to figure out why you haven't harmed me, is all!" In your hands was a cup of tea, which, when you sipped, left a line of green matcha on your lips. It disappeared when you took yet another sip, and set the cup down beside him.

"To be honest, chasing after you really exhausted me, so I think I better head to bed now. You can leave if you'd like should you find a way, but feel free to stay as long as you like."

With that, you left the cowering demon in the nest of a cloak, closing the sliding door to the other half of the cabin where your futon was. Hantengu watched as the lights in the room went out.

You awake early in the afternoon, having achieved a quarter of a day's rest.

Unfortunately serenity was not in the picture, for the moment you opened the sliding door you nearly fell back on your ass upon seeing a fully grown man sitting on one of two cushions by the low table, his hands neatly folded in his lap.

He looked to be asleep sitting, but you knew from experience that it was less akin to sleep, and more of a hibernation tactic demons had during the day.

Only now did a shiver run sharp down your spine, the intense energy surrounding the being only now just hitting you. You must have been so exhausted yesterday that none of it registered.

Limping towards your food prepping station, you picked up a wooden bucket, getting ready to retrieve water for your breakfast. Your leg was acting up again, perhaps you shouldn't have overexerted yourself hours prior.

Once you made movement towards the door, the being sat up semi-straight, red eyes glowing similar to the lanterns scattering the room. He looked to be moving away from you, but stopped when he analysed you as familiar.

You, on the other hand, nearly dropped the bucket upon reading the kanji in his eyes.

When he was small last night, you hadn't noticed. I mean, you were also tired and, god, what have you gotten yourself into?

Not even a low rank, he was upper rank four, god, your heart quickened to a point where you knew he'd notice. Sure, you were a member of the corps, but you'd been on leave for months now since you almost lost your leg, and you were still recovering!

Not only that, but you could count the number of demons you'd killed on one hand, being only a Mizunoe.

Despite these facts, he seemed to be more afraid of you than you had been of him, and you were never that good at hating demons, so you just meekly pointed to the pail.

"I'm going to fetch some water, but I'll be back soon."

Closing the door behind you, your hand met with the cloth over your heart, gripping it as if your life depended on it, trying to slow your heart rate and push forwards.

'What the fuck, what the hell do I even do?' With every heavy step, a lighter one followed as you tried not to put too much pressure on it, approaching the water pump and putting your bucket under it.

Sucking in a breath, you grabbed onto the lever and pushed down, letting it slowly inch up before repeating the process, letting the sputtering first gushes of muddy water spray out until a steady stream formed, which you kicked the bucket under to collect.

Your crow wouldn't be back for a week since it was retrieving medicine, if you could stall and keep him trapped here then maybe your crow could eventually get help! But you'd have to make it for, at the very least, a week.

Removing your calloused hands from the pump handle, you picked up the bucket with far more care than before, assuring yourself you wouldn't spill.

You'd just have to do it, because there was no fighting in your condition, and if he was that much of a threat he surely would have lunged at you while you slept, right?

"So, what's your name?" Your hearth had a burning fire below it, water boiling away as you added sugar and rice, covering it entirely and setting the pot aside so it could cook. The entire time, his eyes had been trained on you, flinching at every loud sound such as a ladle hitting the cast iron of your pot.

"M...me?" His voice broke as he spoke, though when you nodded he cleared it, "Hantengu."

"Han-teng-ou...!" You played the syllables out, as if testing how the name would taste, before pointing to yourself.

"Well, I'm y/n, but you can call me anything you want really. I have a feeling you won't be leaving anytime soon, so try to keep it non demeaning." You joked, though he seemed to take it seriously, nodding vigorously.

When your rice pudding was complete, you scooped a ball of it into a separate spoon, offering it to the demon. You knew they didn't eat human food often, but you figured you should act as clueless as you could.

Much to your surprise, Hantengu ate it, though you could tell he didn't like it by how harshly he swallowed. You giggled, taking the kindness of the demon into consideration, he must have done it not to hurt your feelings, which was relatively cute!

Even as the sun dipped below the horizon, Hantengu never left, instead enjoying your company, and as nights came and went, you found that every morning he'd be there, already preparing the hearth or with water ready for you. You'd become so used to the schedule, you never noticed that your crow hadn't returned, only interested in getting along with the demon.

On one summer evening, as the leaves had fully grown on the trees and the summer heat began to settle in, you'd been cleaning up the home while Hantengu came back in with firewood, stretching his legs now that the sun had gone down.

All the windows were wide, allowing any breeze in to help with the head, and you fanned yourself off with your hand.

"I'm really glad I picked you up, I never realised how lonely it was out here." You spoke up the moment he entered as if it had been on your mind for some time.

Hantengu always listened closely, having long forgotten his plan of ever so much as laying a scratch on you. You'd been nothing but kind to him, and had always treated him better than anyone he had met in his life. It would suffice to say the demon adored you, but he would never say it.

Your words stunned him entirely, which made him gaze down at the floor, hiding the expression of endearment on his face.

"I built this place far from any villages with the help of a few other corps members, but after that I never saw them again. I just didn't want to be anywhere demons would be, because if I was home I wanted to feel safe. But it's pure solitude. You've made it so much better."

Your head had begun to droop, moments from leaning on his shoulder, before the demon squealed and tumbled to the other side of the room, panting. You had become fully alert now, holding your hands out in a panic.

"Sorry! I didn't mean to startle you--!"

Despite your apologies, the being shook, seemingly muttering to himself with both hands clawing at his heads, before in one swift motion he tore his head from his body, blood splashing along the walls and quickly disintegrating.

Mouth agape, you stared in horror as a transformation began, carefully inching towards the blade on your wall. The head rolled on the floor, before regenerating a new body that resembled a much younger demon, entirely shirtless. He caught himself easily, and sprung up on his feet in mere seconds.

The body, on the other hand, changed heavily in appearance until a head popped from the torso, similar red eyes glowing, though they were a more saturated cherry red compared to the Hantengu you knew.

"Ahah! Finally~ A vessel of my own..." Snapping your head back to the other, he was now crouched down, green eyes staring at you with a shimmer of interest.

Despite this, the other one walked behind his duplicate, barely giving you enough time to react to the fact that your companion was entirely renewed, and tore his head off once more, much to the dissatisfaction of the green eyed being, which the green eyed one reacted by ripping the others arm off.

They replenished themselves in seconds, though the two loose limbs quickly multiplied once more, introducing a sulking blue eyed demon, and what looked like a man-bird-thing.

"It never gets any easier..." A soft voice came from the blue eyed individual, of which you caught a kanji on his tongue which read 'sorrow'.

Shivering in the corner, the four seemed to bicker with each other for what you wished was much longer, before their full attention was on your cowering form in the corner.

Oh, how ironic it was, you and Hantengu had entirely switched places, if you could call these beings such a title.

You just hoped they liked you as much as he had.

"Don't you have better things to do than stare?" The red-eyed one hissed, though with malice or anticipation you couldn't entirely pick out. Despite his near-hostility, the showy one crawled forwards, reaching out a clawed hand to hold your chin, pushing it up to meet his eyes.

'Uppermoon Four' It was the same as Hantengu, but they acted so differently, or perhaps to his extremes?

While you were lost in your thoughts, the demon hissed a laugh, enjoying the empty look beyond your curious eyes that scanned him over.

"Before you call me anything I'm not, how about we start with Karaku, unless you prefer 'man of your dreams' better?" The tips of his nails pushed into your skin, but not nearly close enough to damage you. Oh no, he wouldn't dare do such a thing to his doll.

Karaku was promptly pulled back by the claws of a bird foot, which led to the tumbling forward of a very, very strange being, whose wings quickly blocked your view of all others and forced your eyes to gaze into his yellow ones, though he only grinned.

"Look what you've done, making big bad demons go falling for your stupidity, you're lucky you're so damned pretty!" Once he got his word in, he backed off as the other called him by his name strictly, allowing the two remainders to stand before you, gazing down.

You caught the name Urogi, and hoped you caught right, being hoisted to your feet by the hands of a very rough being, the one most similar to Hantengu, though the blue-eyed one placed his hand on your back, keeping you from moving back and providing little comfort.

"You poor thing, you must have no idea what’s going on..." Pity seeped from the sorrow demon, though he muttered his name to you shortly after.

'Aizetsu.' You repeat to yourself mentally, almost leaning into his hand, which moved slowly up and down as if he was giving a futile attempt at comforting you. The one holding your wrist in a vice-like grip only grumbled, seemingly irritated at nothing.

"Sekido."

"S...sekido...?" He only huffed in annoyance at your confirmation, as if it was stupid that you'd even thought of his name in the first place. You hadn't noticed how badly you were shaking until the tremors of the table met your ears, and your heart was skipping beats left and right.

"I- I don't," your voice paused, daring to reach forward, cupping Sekido's cheek, "aren't you?"

The loss of words seemed to amuse Karaku and Urogi, who erupted in giggles and grinned respectively. You were adorable, all your confidence sapped as if anything had changed.

"Yes, and no~" Urogi piped up, tilting his head to get a better look at you from where he was sitting, since Sekido's arm was in the way.

As Sekido dragged you back to your room, you watched Aizetsu carefully close your front door and lock it, each pair of eyes staring at you from the darkness of your living room, shining with light.

Looks like you'd have to make room for four more.

Author Note - Okay this is the longest oneshot I have every written on here, and I couldn't even fully finish it!! So kind of a cliff hanger but I got to every point so win! I hope you enjoy, and thank you so much for requesting! This req inspired me sm <3

Shoutout to @mister-gooday1 who actually beta reads all of my oneshots I post because I would die if I had to do it myself xoxo

Word Count - 2,669

Art Credit - Hira_Daphne (twitter)

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