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myreygn · 2 years ago

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HELLO I SAW WHAT U SAID ABOUT DEMON SLAYER (THAT YOULL KISS ME LMFAO) BUT I WANTED TO ASK FOR MAYBE LEE ENMU??? YEAH IK HE JUST IS SO UNDERRATED IN THE TK COMMUNITY- idk why I’m yelling sorry but I need Lee or ler enmu anything pls 😭 my love for that man is indescribable and HE HAS LIKE NO TK CONTENT and that makes me sad awawaw but anyway have a good day or night or whatever time it is for u <333

Unhand me!

summary: Akaza allows himself to take a day off from the mission he was assigned and decides to stay at Mugen train - surely he and Enmu can avoid each other for the time being. Only that Enmu seemingly has no interest in avoiding Akaza and Upper Moon Three isn't one to turn down a challenge.

an: HI I'M SORRY THIS TOOK ME SO LONG ALSO PLEASE YELL AS MUCH AS YOU WANT WE SUPPORT YELLING ON THIS BLOG- okay good news is i finally finished it and i had a lot of fun with it, i also learned to appreciate enmu more during the time i had this in my inbox and finished the manga so i feel like i was able to write for them a lot better than i would have been three months ago! thank you for the request - i went with akaza's pov for this one because i find his easier to write than enmu's, i hope that's okay ^^ it's set somewhere between s1 and s2, enjoy!

wordcount: 1765

tagging: @giggly-squiggily because i stole your rui/akaza-dynamic and @duckymcdoorknob because it's your husband <3

warnings: it's an akaza pov so lots of swearing!

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Akaza was exhausted. Which was ridiculous, considering that demons, let alone Upper Moons, shouldn’t even be able to feel something as mundane as exhaustion. Yet this stupid mission managed to- no, it wasn’t a stupid mission, there was no way he could even think that when there was so much as a chance of Muzan-sama listening in on his thoughts at that very moment.

A noticeable shiver ran through Akaza’s body and he jumped through the opening in the train’s roof (whatever purpose a damn skylight on a train had but alright). It would probably be best to just not think about this mission at all for a few hours. He had worked hard these past few weeks, he could take a day off. And while the company of Lower Moon One certainly wouldn’t be his first choice in any other situation (except maybe if it was between them and fucking Douma) the train they had brought under their control would do as lodging for now. Especially because it was in the engine shed which meant that there were no people around to disturb him and enough space to get away from Enmu in case they got too annoying.

Akaza slouched down in one of the seats, not bothering to open his eyes when he felt a poorly covered presence approaching. “I’m just crushing here for today, don’t make a fuss about it.”

No answer, but the presence was still there. Okay, weird, but it was undoubtedly exactly who he thought it was and he wasn’t gonna open his eyes for Enmu of all people. A little voice in the back of his head started squeaking about how disrespectful the lower ranked demon was being but honestly, Akaza didn’t have the energy to scold them right now. Who cared anyway, it was just the two of them and Enmu knew very well that Akaza could obliterate their ass within two seconds, so whatever.

He crossed his arms behind his head, leaning back and enjoying the silence. Well, while it lasted.

Tap.

Nope. Absolutely not.

Tap.

He was not gonna sacrifice his peace of mind for whatever bullshit Enmu was up to.

Tap tap. Taptaptaptaptap-

“GAH!” Akaza felt his eyes fly wide open and his foot crashed into the floor next to his seat at something squeezing his knee. A few quick tapping noises and a soft snicker that seemed to come from the walls rather than from the hand that sat patiently in the middle of the gangway, an aura of fake innocence and smugness to it that would’ve driven Akaza up the wall on any other day.

Today though? Maybe it was really only because he was so fed up with this not at all stupid, so much fun mission that he had been trying to complete for weeks now but he had to admit, he felt rather… playful. Daki and Gyutaro had plenty of playfights whenever they all came together and although he’d rather walk straight into the sun than admit it out loud, there was always a sting of jealousy in his chest watching them. He had no one he could do that with - these days he hardly ever came across anyone who a) matched his strength enough for them to actually do something like that, b) had the guts to challenge him and c) didn’t make him want to rip his own head off whenever they opened their mouth. Fucking Douma, honestly.

And sure, Enmu was only a lower moon but they still matched two out of the three necessary criteria, so maybe it was gonna be fun. The hand tapped the floor with its index finger and a mouth appeared on it, stretched into a wide grin. Fuck it, why shouldn’t he play along.

“You have balls, I’ll give you that.” He lunged forward, missing the hand only by a mere inch or so. Hm. Surprising enough. Of course he hadn’t used his full speed but he still had planned on catching the hand. Little fucker was quick - that, or he was more exhausted than he had thought. Maybe both. Probably both.

“That was a good one, Akaza-sama!”

Heavens, he didn’t need this creepy thing giving him compliments- “Hey!” In the brief second he had been busy thinking about how weird it was to literally talk to the hand (he had seen Enmu pull the talk to the hand move on one of the other lower moons once and begrudgingly admitted to himself that that had been pretty cool), said hand had lunged forward to squeeze his knee once more. That brave move brought an end to its attempt at a reign of terror though.

“Gotcha!” Akaza held the hand up by the fingers, pressing them together in a way he hoped wasn’t too painful - he was still having fun and didn’t really want that ruined by Enmu getting hurt and inevitably becoming horny over it - and smirked at the struggling limb. “What do you think you’re doing, huh?”

“Oh, I thought we were playing a little game,” Enmu chirped through the hand’s mouth (hands shouldn’t have mouths, jeez, Enmu was so weird), “Akaza-sama seemed so down on the bench, I thought I might as well try to cheer him up.”

“By sending your creepy hand to squeeze my knee?”

“Yes!” The thumb wriggled excitedly and Akaza was glad he was holding the other fingers hostage so he didn’t have to see them do it as well. “Douma-sama told me about Akaza-sama’s knees being quite, hum, sensitive, I wanted to see for myself!”

“He said that, huh?” Akaza felt heat boiling in his stomach but he couldn’t really tell whether it was anger or horror at the prospect of Douma spreading this particular weakness of his around like hot gossip - not that a vast majority of demons could manage to utilize it against him if he didn’t want them to. Still. Fucking Douma. “Did he tell you what would happen if you got busted by me?”

The hand seemed to stiffen a little at that and Akaza couldn’t help but let out a low chuckle. “That’s what I thought. Tell you what, if you show yourself right now I might go easy on you.”

Silence. He lifted the hand to eye level. “Alright. You brought this upon yourself.”

A shriek echoed from the train’s walls and Akaza felt the corners of his mouth pull up in amazement. All he had done was gently scratch at the soft skin right where regular humans had their artery. “If your wrists are this bad, what about the rest of your hand?”

“Wahait, wait, Akahaza-samahahahaaa!”

Akaza snickered to himself, relentlessly dragging his blunt nails over Enmu’s wrist. (Enmu’s hand’s wrist? This was Enmu’s hand, right? He wondered whether they carried substitute hands in their pockets.) “I am waiting, waiting for you to come out so I can look at your face while I annihilate you.”

There was no real bite to his words and he was sure Enmu could tell - otherwise they would’ve probably thrown themselves in the dirt in front of Akaza already, begging to be left alive. Not that Akaza had the authority to kill the last remaining lower moon just like that but Enmu probably didn’t know that, and honestly, they didn’t need to. He was allowed to keep at least a little bit of his threatening exterior.

Although how threatening could he seem, standing in an empty train and tickling a detached hand? Probably not very, but whatever, looking threatening wasn’t the top priority right now. The top priority remained getting that little weasel Enmu to leave their hiding spot and if he had to bring out the big guns for that, then fine, he’d bring out the big guns.

“AIEEE! Ahahahakazaha-sahahama! Nohot thahahahat!”

Enmu was losing it now and the whole train vibrated as if shaken by their high and shrieky cackles. Akaza allowed himself an evil chuckle. There was something very satisfying about hearing that normally melodic and breathy voice brought to such loud and, dare he say it, ridiculous noises. Especially considering that he wasn’t really doing much aside from gently scribbling over the palm of the hand - as he knew all too well from countless humiliating interactions with Douma, a light touch was often enough to really get someone screaming and Enmu didn’t seem to be the exception to that.

“Ahakazahaha-sahahamaha, unhahand mehehe!”

“Oh, you think you’re really funny, huh?!”

“NAHAHAT THEHE PAHAHALM!”

Growing more hysterical by the second.

“PLEHEHEHEASE!”

Hilarious.

“You know what to do if you want me to stop.” Akaza smirked to himself when a low thud behind him notified him of Enmu’s long overdue surrender and he stopped his attack on the hand to turn around to an absolutely demolished looking lower moon. As soon as he took his fingers off, the limb went limp (Ha ha.) and he gave himself a moment to relish in the sound of Enmu desperately gasping for air. “There you are, you little freak. So I guess that means I win.”

“Ehe, indeed you do. Well played, Akaza-sama.” Enmu got on their knees and grinned up at him, cheeks flushed and lips stretched into a pleased smile; a smile Akaza found himself returning, much to his surprise. “May I have a turn now?”

The upper moon hesitated for a moment. Pausing and really thinking about it, this was beyond inappropriate, but then again… it wasn’t like Muzan-sama didn’t already know about the tickle fights amongst his Kizuki. And even if Enmu went on to tattle about this to Douma, well, it wasn’t like Douma didn’t know about Akaza’s tendency to goof off with the lower moons as well. Or at least his tendency to goof off with a former lower moon.

Akaza felt the ever so slight hint of a sting in his chest; he knew he shouldn’t, but damn, he missed Rui. He remembered their tickle fights, their games of hide and seek, Rui demanding piggyback rides. And grief was such an embarrassingly human feeling to experience, but to call it anything else would be a lie. For a moment he wondered whether Rui missed him too, watched him even - wouldn’t Rui want him to do this? He could almost sense the kid nudging him from the afterlife - Do it! I haven’t seen you laugh in a while! And Enmu was still there, still looking up at him so expectantly and fuck it, why the hell not!

“Bring it on, sleeping beauty.”

Maybe it was okay to feel a little human every now and then.

#rey writes #tword fic #demon slayer #demon slayer fic #kimetsu no yaiba #12 kizuki #enmu #akaza #ticklish!enmu #lee!enmu #ler!akaza

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giggly-squiggily · 2 years ago

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hi, i saw your demon slayer hc’s and fics and was wondering if you know of anyone else who wrote fics or hc’s for any of the 12 kizuki. i was hoping to find some with gyutaro, daki and akaza but i’m new to tumblr so idk who writes for them

Heyo anon! Welcome to Tumblr! :D

I do have some immediate names that come to mind for you! :)

@myreygn has a really cute fanfic called "Unhand Me" that features Akaza and Enmu

@ticklish-n-stuff also has a super cute fic called "Smile" with Akaza and Douma!

@nataliewritez has a darling fic called "Upper 1 and 2's Secret" With the Upper Moons! :D

They aren't fics, but @helloitsghost has glorious art of the uppermoons (especially Koku and Douma) being tickled! This one here's my personal favorite :D

And of course, there's me and all the chaotic tickles I bring our demonic moon boys and girls :D I hope this helps!

TICKLE COMMUNITY CALL OF ACTION: If you're a writing/Headcanon blog with 12 kizuki works/willing to write for them, reblog this! I'll add your blog to this post! :)

#squiggily speaks #ask #anon #fic recs #lots of Akaza to be seen! :D #Not much found for Gyutaro and Daki though #But I'm sure that'll change in time :)#I have a few things with them myself #and defintiely will be writing more!#Shoutout to some of my fave creators here on the platform :)

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kafkaoftherubble · 11 months ago

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MY IDIOTIC, EMBARRASSED ASS REBLOGGED THIS WITHOUT EVEN WRITING A SINGLE THING IN THE TEXT! MY IDIOCY KNOWS NO BOUNDS!

Can't believe I have to delete it and reblog again.

Counter-ramble below the cut.

We're having a R A M B L E O F F

Bruh. This? Was the huggiest text I have ever read!!!

I know I said your words always feel like a hug, but this was the huggiest! It was pretty damn tangible to me! Enough to make my innate Hug Response actually pop up—

Artistic interpretation:

That aside, I was actually... really overjoyed!

I didn't expect you to be THIS over the moon about my funky sorry-I-shattered-the-window-I-pasted-it-back-with-glue art for you. Your enthusiasm, among other things, was SO infectious that even I started to think, hey, yea, I mean... It was pretty good!

So thank you! For the compliment... and for being one of the people helping me appreciate my own work a bit better, hee hee! I'm not very good with compliments, so ya know, even if I look like I'm brushing it off and/or flustered and pushing it back and/or hiding inside walls, I'm secretly delighted to hear them Oh what was that? Nothing. Right! Point-form responses!

Stained glass window! Huh! Now that you mentioned it... wouldn't it turn your whole room into a psychedelic zone-out room as soon as the light hits it? Will it cause a worsening of eyesight? Gasp, no! DON'T NOVA DON'T—

But! You are totally free to do anything with the art. I made it for you! So you're the owner! You can print it out, make a photo card, make a calendar card, or if you wanna punish yourself, make a quilted blanket with this!

Honestly, I would make a cloth-based recreation of this for you if I were in your physical space for Christmas. Not sure about blankets because... I can't actually sew well enough to make functional things, bwahahahhahah! (Curse my mediocre ass!)

OHHH! CUBISM! YEA, IT KINDA DOES LOOK LIKE IT! However, the search results showed me rather surreal cubist art instead of godly people in bright-ass colors. Pfft!

Ahhhh! Put My Doodly Self down! Unhand me, you gigantic girl!

Also, I'm not the Easter Egg! A bit too easy to be one, I think, ahahah!

I'll give you a hint: their heart. Focus there. The Easter egg is the meaning imbued there (If you still don't see it, then I guess I just didn't convey it well enough in the piece after all. Hahahahah!)

I SURE HOPE MY FRIEND IS PROUD OF HOW DINRAAL TURNED OUT. GEE, I WONDER IF SHE'S SEEING THIS.

I actually finished the ToFu side first PRECISELY because I knew ZeLink and their overt accessories were going to be a huge undertaking, and I had just recovered from a fever and its associated brain fog when I started working on this. I gotta paced myself!

I liked how ToFu side turned out when it was done. It looked peaceful, which was actually surprising to me. I didn't really set out to make it evocative of any actual feeling (because I'm unable to. I'm a crapshoot at emotions ahahahhaha) and the fact that it somehow did was a huge boost to my confidence.

And this is why Tonari being relaxing to draw—and coming out so good—was a huge confidence booster yet again. She was really the Encouragement Phase of the project; before this, I was actually crippled by the "Fuck it's gonna suck IT'S GONNA BE SO UGLY I HATE IT ALREADY!" Demon.

THANKS, TONARI! You turning out well has been a huge help! It was enough to make me tackle Fushi's more challenging (and annoyingly un-diverse) color scheme...

and then the whole fuckery with the ZeLink side later, ahhahaha! (This side was actually the one that made me think "I don't wanna draw triangles for at least 3 weeks.")

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Just in case I didn't convey it enough:

Thank you for your enthusiastic ramble, mai bruzha!

I found it kinda funny that even when I was doing something I rarely dabble in, my traits and thought patterns still ended up going into this novel activity and taking up new forms of expression.

For example, my compulsion to imbue very specific meanings into each choice, like what color to put here and there, or what context to use, or what story it's supposed to mean, etc. It's the same way I approach writing and reading an essay/article and engaging in media like games, books, and the like. It's the way I think and link things together.

Then there's the "I cannot draw something like everyone else can, so I will break them down into pieces and color them in my strange, weird little way and hopefully, I can use it to approximate actual art" idea. It's really just an adaptation of the overall mindset I have in approaching things like social instincts, empathizing with other people's emotions, and understanding other people, isn't it?

So, ya know, to see that you adore it so much? In a way, it seems like an affirmation that you, by extension, adore some of the things that "are" me.

And that's probably the biggest reason why I wanna thank you.

OKAY SEE YA BYE BYE AREN'T YOU EATING GOOD TOFU WITH THE NEW CHAPTER BWAHAHAHHAH.

Oh yea. I need to leave my special stamp:

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, PRESIDENT OF TONARI CLUB!

I, uh, m-made something f-for you.

Know that I'm totally embarrassing my ass over here, so... Don't laugh loud enough that I can hear you from over here!

Aaaaaand now, per Lyndis tradition, I'm gonna overexplain shits and turn a simple Ask into a whole ass Ramble!

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If you're short-sighted, try removing your glasses or contact lenses and look at this picture. I just did and it's suddenly even prettier!

I actually planned to draw your Sonicsona at first. And then I realized I deadass couldn't even draw Base Sonic. Then I thought I should draw a mole. I realized I also couldn't draw a mole. I thought I should just go for the easiest shit and draw ToFu. I realized I could not draw either one of them, too.

Because I cannot draw, I cheat! I mean I turn things into shapes (chiefly triangles, though not all of them) and then color them and hope that something shows up. This is me using this scientific /+ philosophical concept called Emergence.

No, I didn't just say THAT to sound like I have a technique of any kind, trust. It's so totally a technique—my very productive ass told me.

I remember you saying your favorite color is something like pink, blue, and stuff? It was from that tag game from last year. Hence, I decided I should create a context so I could draw an obscene amount of pink and blue.

If I'm being honest, it took me less than a millisecond to come up with the exact context—Breath of the Wild/Tears of the Kingdom is abundantly blue.

And since I always wanted to sneak ToFu in, I thought I would make a purplish-pink dusk. And then I will sneak those stargazing two in.

Come on. Everyone knows those ToFu panels. Even someone like me, who had not seen that part of the manga yet, knows.

Bless Tonari for being so relaxing to color.

HOWEVER! Fushi's limited-ass color presented a big problem for my cheat-drawing. How many combinations of "white" can you even make before you zoom out and see... nothing?! So I basically sabotaged them. That's what you get for being difficult, you mopey, neck-crick-possessing, fragile-enough-to-be-blown-by-the-wind cutie doofus.

I made up the color of their pants. I didn't even refer to their Nameless Boy drip when I decided on the color. I assed that part.

Yes. I admit I put a shit ton of effort into coloring Zelda. This version of Zelda is my kin, you know. Anyway, I like the way her, uh, shirt turned out.

I also like how the Master Sword turned out, but there was so much blue I ended up requiring outlines to distinguish it from Link's shirt and the sky. Told ya I have no technique or skill. I cheat through and through

I was too lazy to draw those sky islands. Besides, the ToTK side is already saturated with details.

What the fuck issa "proportion?" Everyone's head is an orange. The difference, Nova, is whether it's a Mandarin Orange or an Orange.

I don't know if I overdid Dinraal's draconic mane. It looks like she's wearing a wig. At least she is different from how she initially looked—a red tapeworm outfitted with chicken legs.

I admit I put more effort than any Past Me would have into Dinraal because a certain mutual is very, ah, particular about dragons.

Drawing two of your favorite ships for their show of devotion was a completely deliberative choice on my end. Did you also realize that both Link and Fushi had a short, small, low ponytail and that both Zelda and Tonari had similar hair? I believe it's due to me hitting my drawing skill limitation.

There is actually an Easter Egg of some sort in this picture. It's not the ugly doodle thing, no. That thing is me. I'm not an Easter Egg; I'm a ghost.

I'm not telling you what that Easter Egg is. I'm fine with it never being discovered; it'd be like those secret levels in old video games.

But if you DID discover it, come tell me what you think it is!

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I hope you like it enough! Instead of it giving you a migraine, that is. Surely my """art"""... doesn't require a trigger warning... right?

Have a good one, mai bruzha!

---Lyn

A RAMBLE FROM YOU LYN IS THE BEST POSSIBLE BRITHDAY PRESENT I COULD HAVE EVER RECEIVED!!!! COUPLED WITH ART BY YOU????? AND OF MY FAVORITE FELLAS????? What did I deserve to be so blessed ;A; 💕💕💕

I’ll spare us all a little extra scrolling on my part by adding that read more you were fretting about, I have my own ramble upcoming!

I KNOW YOURE ON YOURSELF ABOUT NOT BEING ARTISTIC OR WHATEVER BUT THIS IS ART!!! AND DAMN GOOD ART TOO!!!!!!! This is!!!!!!!!!!! I want this made into stained glass I want to make this the permanent window to me bed roOM LYN THIS IS AMAZING THIS IS ALMOST CERTAINLY GOING DOWN AS ONE OF MY FAVORITE ART STYLES!!!! There’s no such thing as cheating in art, it’s all art!!! “Cheating” is a style, no technique is a style!!! I should know I have none either, hehe -w-‘ your art may be some type of cubism? Hehe idk I’m not an art student :3 Either way this is absolutely gorgeous I’m in LOVE!!!

It’s so creative and well done and I LOVE your eye for detail, the lighting is inspired!!!! Like the way the sun hits the space behind Zelda is so pretty, AND ZELDA IS SO PRETTY!!!!!! EVERYRHING IS SO PRETTY, I CANT FOCUS ON ONE THING BECAUSE I KEEP JUMPING BACK AND FORTH BETWEEN ALL THE THINGS I LOVE ABOUT IT (every thing, every last detail!!! Is that a little you in the middle? Is that the Easter egg???? I could just pick you up and pat your little head!!! 😭 I know you don’t love hugs but that’s how I’ll be standing if you’re ever ready for one!!!)

I should slow down maybe and pick a few things to focus on BUT I JUST CANT I LOVE IT ALL!!!! The two scenes just blend so well into one another that my eyes are just naturally being drawn back and forth between both of the scenery! Dinraal, who turned out AMAZIING BY THE WAY, ABSOLUTELY NOT OVERDONE, if anything I’m so glad you had fun working on her!!! She’s so gorgeous!!!! I bet your friend is so so proud of how well she looks!!! Oh but anyway, Dinraal naturally leads my eyes over to the sun/moon (and the 24, hehe, thank you!!! /)//(\ Your memory is astounding!!), which have their own beautiful rays of light leading down onto the adorable couples 😭 I love love LOVE the moonlight leading down onto Tonari and Fushi, and the fact that she’s pointing at it too like she can almost reach it? Beautiful! Gorgeous!!! And it just leads my eyes down to them too, there’s just such a natural circular flow here, no wonder I keep getting caught in a loop of admiration! 😁

The blues and the pinks, and the stars on the ToFu side!!! I just noticed them and they’re everything to me!!!! Hahaha I’m so glad Tonari was relaxing to color hehe, same for me, something about her is just so lovely and calming when she’s relaxed 🥰 As for Fushi’s colors, I didn’t notice! Even after you pointed it out it looks good to me! ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ this is from someone who never references colors though, I’m so loosey goosey about everything -w- BUT YOUR SOLUTION TO YOUR PROBLEM WAS GREAT, THEIR SHAPE IS VERY VISIBLE AND EASY TO MAKE OUT hehe :3 I love their crossed little legs 🥰

Zelda being your kin is so good to know hehe, I’ve always been drawn to all versions of Link myself! I think we’ve been perfectly set up to “play dolls” with these characters in the future, so to speak! Aaaahh they can’t have been easy to draw, there’s a reason I almost never dabble in drawing those two and their intricate outfits, but you make it look effortless!!! Zelda’s shirt turned out amazing, and I’m stuck looking at her little triangle braids!!!! I don’t know why I’m so fixated on that it’s just adorable!!! 😭💕 What a lovely technique, man, I’m so enchanted! AND THE MASTER SWORD, I know you called it cheating BUT I LOVE THE LINE WORK, it makes the sword stand out, almost like you lined that specific part with some sort of melted gold??? Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhh!!!!!

This is gorgeous and beautiful in every which way and thank you!!!! For everything!!! For this beautiful drawing and for giving me a chance to ramble and giving me something gorgeous to look at for the rest of my day, and for indulging in both of my silly little ships /)//(\ I’m so glad I don’t need glasses because I love every inch of your art, thank you thank you THANK YOU!!!!! Gosh it’s so so so lovely 😭💕 you’re so lovely!!!!

I don’t know how to say goodbye so I guess I’ll just say good night for now! Thank you for thinking of me… I’ll have a wonderful day, so long as you promise me you’ll have a wonderful night along side me 🥰

Goodnight, Mai Bruzha!

- Nova

#I was going to show my Sister my work and she was like ONLY AFTER YOU LET ME RANT ABOUT HOW HOT CHOSO AND GETO BOO BOO AND EVERYONE IS #and then I said OKAY FINE. And though like you she said it was pretty... HER EMPHASIS WAS ON HOW *ACCIDENTALLY* PRETTY IT WAS. *ACCIDENTAL!#I WOULD HAVE NEVARRRR BELIEVE YOU MADE THIS. If it weren't for your Doodly Self I would NEVER. Wait #Did you steal someone's art and add your Doodly Self onto it? SNEAKY MOVE SIS!#GAH she is the same age as you and yet SHE IS SO PUNCHABLE. NOT LIKE YOU GRRRR #sorry this reply took so long. It's because again. BLAMING MY SISTER #she's home since last night and she has been a nonstop DISTRACTION I swear #Lyn the Zelda Kin (I’ll come up with a better tag some day I PROMISE 💕 haha!!!)#<- BRO THIS IS A FINE TAG ALREADY!!!#Being recognized as a Botw Zelda Kin is TIGHT #President of the Tonari Club #Nah I'd cook.#<- this should be the tag for the times when we cook shits that we aren't usually known to cook #I cooked.

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darkdevasofdestruction · 4 years ago

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A Thousand Year Love ~ Ryomen Sukuna x Kitsune!Reader

Okay, I wrote the Reader's name as "Kitsune", but that's mostly because I envisioned a nine tailed fox without an actual name, that everyone would just call her "Fox" as if she wasn't anyone worth naming, despite her rank.

This is a little fic which explored Sukuna's supposed backstory, 1000 years prior to he action of Jujutsu Kaisen - Idk if it's accurate, I didn't yet read the manga, I still have 6 more episodes from the anime, but I had this idea and I couldn't stop myself from writing about it.

Most of it builds up the bond that very slowly grows between Sukuna and Kitsune, then snaps during a scene somewhere around episode 4 of the anime, when Sukuna takes over Yuji's body, and Yuji can't switch for a while, but with enough altercations that it's not exactly the same as in the said episode.

Hope you enjoy this <3

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"What are we doing here...?" Kitsune asked her parents in a voice that was barely audible as she looked left and right at the huge estate's gardens.

Estate? Rather said, palace, since this place was grandiose - Most likely, even more so than the Emperor's own Palace, the girl thought to herself. Everywhere she looked, cherry, plum and pear trees were in blossom, even though it wasn't their time. Statues and little shrines, along with various small pools with flowers, lanterns and lotuses were scattered as much as her vision would allow her to see. Looking up at the estate, she realised just how small she was in comparison to the intimidating and imposing energies radiating all over the place.

"You are going to meet someone very important, dear." her mother spoke, yet her voice wasn't as gentle as usual, rather, it sounded stiff, on the edge...Almost afraid, maybe? It was foreign for young Kitsune, as she has been confined in her little palace her whole life under the pretext of keeping her safe. But it did exactly the opposite, she believed, considering she itched to explore and go on adventures with each second passing. "Who is it?" she asked as soon as they stepped inside the palace...But it was so dark, save for the red, malicious light from the lanterns and candles lit in just the perfect places so it would guide them to the room they had to go to. "...You will find out soon." her father snapped at her, and she could only frown, her fluffy ears flicking as her tails wrapped protectively around herself. She knew something was wrong, and she had half a mind to believe she was brought there as a sacrifice for some War Deity that would allegedly save them from this era of war...Or something along the lines.

After a longer walk than expected, they found themselves in front of two large, red doors, and without any kind of reticence, Kitsune effortlessly slammed the doors open and saw a dimly lit room with a few stairs and a throne where a man with short, kinda spiky pink hair, garbed in a loose, white kimono was smugly sprawled over that royally embellished chair, while tons of gorgeous women dressed in the most luxurious kimonos, their hair done up with intricate headpieces and flowers that would put any living being to shame...

But what is this about? Kitsune was more confused than anything, and she could only step inside the room, slowly and carefully, before turning to look at her parents, who had a pitiful look in their eyes.

"What is going on?" Kitsune demanded an answer, her voice agitated, her body ready to go into a fight or flight mode, her eyes darting rapidly between her parents and the man on the throne whose name she wasn't interested in finding out. "Well, darling...You see...You had to find you a husband. You are old enough to be married, and you can't stay with us forever. You need to have a family and children. You are the princess of the Fox clan, there is nobody more beautiful than you -..." her mother tried to reason, but the young girl wasn't stupid. She understood what was going on. "No. No. If you want to speak - Then speak the truth. Don't lie to me. This guy is strong, isn't he? Some kind of demonic thing that everyone is afraid off. You are giving me away to this guy...To be his...Thousandth concubine in his harem or something, just because you're too weak to take care of our kin. That's the truth, isn't it? Go on, admit it. Stop trying to sugar coat the situation." her nine tails opened from around her in a large, undulating fan, making her aggression obvious, as fire began to immolate the tips of her fur. "SHUT UP, IMPERTINENT, UNRULY CHILD!" her mother slapped her face, not wanting their benefactor to hear his future concubine speaking so foul of him. "You are a woman, and the princess, nonetheless, and your role is to continue our kin and obey your family and husband. Do not speak unless you are allowed to!" but before her mother could grab her face, Kitsune's tail slapped her hand away, and she stepped back. "I am nobody's toy. I will not obey anyone's orders. Not yours, and not his. I will not be just another concubine for some disgusting, good for nothing lecher with no redeeming quality." the girl snarled at them, ready to make her escape out of there, if needed. "If your sister was alive, she would have sacrificed herself for the greater good of this family! You are nothing more than a selfish brat!" it was her father's time to accuse her, which made her ears perk up, while her tails completely deflated. "Yes, of course, how could I forget. It was me who should have died, not my perfect elder sister. Sorry, but you should curse the Gods, not me for that. But, since it seems that my life is meaningless to you, then I will make you a favour! I will end it myself! I'm sure you'll be happy without me, won't you? Ahh...But how will you save our war-ridden? Too bad I won't be alive to witness your demise, huh?" with a dark chuckle, Kitsune's hand went inside her kimono, taking the small kodachi sword and unsheathing it, hearing only the gasps and shrieks of fright from the harem girls. Kitsune could only guess that these girls were all high-born and unfamiliar to the horrible things happening outside of these walls. "What the hell are you doing, you idiotic child?! Cease this madness at once!" her mother shrieked at her, lounging towards her, trying to stop herself from impaling that blade through her body, and yet...

The second the girl launched her hand down to stab herself...She got stopped. The whole place became instantly silent, save for the sound of a blade bouncing down as it fell on the wooden floor. "Enough." a dark, annoyed voice resounded through the place as Kitsune's wrists were grasped by the man's...Front hands? While her body was immobilized in an embrace by his other two arms. "I was promised a beautiful princess as a concubine, and you failed to do as you promised. Leave, before I get bored and kill you." he threatened the two adult fox people who scurried away in a hurry, leaving behind their only daughter without a second thought. "You, however...Will remain here." he chuckled in her ear, but Kitsune wasn't one to be messed with. Her answer came in the form of lighting up her tails on fire an wrapping them around the man, who hissed and unhanded her, allowing her enough time to go into a corner and get in a fleeing stance. "Why did you stop me? I have no intention of being one of your whores. You should have let me end it right there." she scoffed at the man, who dismissed the bottom pair of arms and laughed. It was almost a psychopathic laugh, she thought, and it made the hair on the back of her neck stand up - Unsure if it was from fright or disgust. "You amuse me, little vixen. Very much, you amuse me. Having a little fox wag her tails around this place, all fired up, would give some sense of fun, wouldn't you say?" his voice was grating her, and she only wanted to sock him in the jaw. "Keep on dreaming. I'm not your toy, and I'm not here for anyone's entertainment. You have enough girls in this place to amuse you. I'll be going now, and even if you chain me, you can't stop me from achieving my freedom." Kitsune growled at him, slamming open the sliding door that would lead into the balcony, from where she could jump the hell away from there. "You proved you value your life even less than your parents do, so chaining you would do nothing. I have never seen a woman as fiery as you. All the ones I have are the same. Meek, soft...Afraid. Boring. They all like the same things, and hate the same things." he groaned pitifully, evidently bored out of his mind. "They hate you, don't they? You want women, but you don't bother treating them right. Can you get even more typically terrible? Pitiful and disgusting, that's what you are. You just want to break people for your entertainment. You are nothing more than a selfish megalomaniac. No wonder you are in need of entertaining, you are thoroughly boring." Kitsune's degrading words, however, didn't seem to phase the man at all - In fact - It made him laugh. Never, in this life, has he heard anything this degrading before - Everyone tried their best to appeal to his benevolent and merciful side - To at least spare their lives. He was stronger than anyone alive, so nobody dared speak up in front of him. It was obvious she had no idea who he was - All the better - He thought. "Ryomen Sukuna, missy, but you can call me your Emperor." that confident laugh was enough to drive Kitsune up the wall with anger as she stomped to his side and actually punched his jaw. It was annoying - The height difference - As he towered over her entirely, but at least she managed to reach where needed, little miss firecracker. "Piss off." the fox girl growled in anger at him...And yet...He only...Laughed. And he cupped her face, getting his own so close to hers that they could feel each other's breaths. "You. Are. Mine." his grin was so wide and sociopathic that he might as well have had his face split in two. "I will never be yours. I will never be anyone's. I'm not an object. I will not obey anyone. The second you leave me out of your sight, I will flee, and you will never see me again. And if I can't, I will find a way to kill myself. I have nothing to live for, but everything to die for." Kitsune bared her elongated canines at him, and gosh, was she enticing. "And if I get rid of the harem?" he asked, not bothering with everything she talked before. "You'll be a heartless jerk who'll destroy

the lives of so many women." she refuted just as quickly. "And if I don't fuck anyone but you?" he threw that, wanting to fluster her, but the fire in her eyes only ignited even higher. "As usual, you can only think with the wrong head, can't you? There's nothing to you but your stupid little prick. How pathetic. And you call yourself a man. Go die in the war or something." she grabbed him by the loose neck line of his kimono, only to hear him laughing condescendingly. "But darling, that just couldn't possibly happen. I am simply too strong to get killed. Everybody fears my power, why else do you think your parents were so willing to give you away? They were weak, just like you said, and every weakling needs the help of Ryomen Sukuna, Japan's own God of War." this statement made the girl's gorgeous eyes widen in shock...Only to start laughing, almost hysterically. "Oh, bow down to the self proclaimed God of War! Can you believe that! Your majesty, tone down your arrogance, it's gonna get yourself killed! I knew it, you're absolutely useless! All you can do is bark, no bite, little puppy! The only thing intimidating about you is your height, other than that, you are just a generic man who thinks he's all to powerful. How ridiculous." the fox girl couldn't stop her degrading laughing, which confused the man for a while, only to smirk and pick her up bridal style, carrying her out of that room, not letting her get out of his grasp, no matter how much she tried to wiggle or burn him. "I won't let you go until you acknowledge my infinite strength, cute, little fox. But don't think that just because I favour you, I will let you get away with all the shit you called me." his voice sounded darker, more ominously, but it didn't seem to intimidate the girl. "Not in a million years. Not even in your sweetest dreams. You're pathetic and I'll never acknowledge you as anything else but a disgusting, lecherous pig!" she yelled at his face, to which he responded by letting her roughly fall on a soft futon, then crouching by her side and gripping her face just as her mother did before. "Say that again when you'll end up screaming my name as if your life depends on it." he laughed at her before leaving her new room, which she won't leave for a while.

This annoying girl, Sukuna was intrigued by her, but at the same time, he was very tempted into strangling her or snapping her neck - Despite all that fire she lets out, he was curious if she'd end up groveling in self-pity, begging him for mercy, going back on her previous misguided and foolish courage. Wasn't it bad enough that she had no idea who HE was? He also had to endure such disrespect - And even worse - Enjoy it? That little fox bitch was ready to commit seppuku in front of everyone just to prove a point, what the hell else could be more entertaining? All the women he's had were given away by their families as tributes, and none said a word. He was a jerk to them, he fucked them, he mistreated them - Sukuna didn't give a fuck about any woman, man, child, animal...Or any living being in the world, except for himself. All were beneath him - Unworthy, weak, frail -...

And yet, they still lie to his face, trembling as they say all the fake, sweet nothings - "I love you, My Lord" the women would say, their voice shaky, jumping in fright as he'd touch them. He was a rough man, he never knew gentleness, nor mercy, no love - Through all the words spewed by the firey woman, the part where she declared he had no idea how to treat women properly - Yes, it was true, but did he care? Of course not.

Humans were all puppets with whom he could play as much as he wanted - All instruments for his entertaining in this terribly boring world, he would manipulate everyone like dolls on his strings, and when they've exhausted their means of entertaining him, the string will be cut, and the puppets will fall in an abyss of infernal fire.

For the first two weeks, Sukuna and Kitsune were literally acting like a cat chasing a mouse - And each time, the cat would surprise the mouse just as she was about to survive - He was giving her hope of success, only to pick her up by one of her many tails, or embrace her from behind, pick her up, trip her, show up from behind a tree, play with her hair as he came up from a tree behind her, and sometimes, even going as far as to mock her by pointing her the way out of the place.

But very soon, she gave up, and decided to starve herself to death by not leaving her assigned room, ignoring him entirely whenever she'd get visited by him - But that ended in the worst way possible - With her fainting and unable to wake up, and Sukuna freaking out because he didn't want his little toy to die before she got boring.

He laid next to her on the futon, holding her in his eyes, brushing her hair out of her face, playing with her vivid red hair - She truly looked like a fox in Sukuna's eyes, and he almost felt his heart warm up as he felt up the soft fur on her tails, waiting for his cursed energy to heal her up. After some time, he noticed the little red ball of fur getting smaller and smaller as she cuddled into his chest, resembling a defenseless kit searching for warmth, love and safety from its mother. She was so much smaller than him - So frail, so thin, so soft...So cute? - What was it that he was feeling? Calmness? Protectiveness?

He was furious at her for neglecting her health just so she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of toying with her - But that was also endearing, in its own, messed up way? She would go to such dramatic extremes to prove him wrong...It seemed that no matter what she did, it would still make him enjoy her company.

Whenever he'd fuck one of his harem girls, he wouldn't stay over, not even for a kiss - Hell, he didn't even know most of their names - Why should he? They were all the same to him - But he felt such a strong sense of protectiveness over he - He didn't want to strangle her to death anymore - Maybe just a bit of fun, some teasing, some startling - His hand around her supple neck as she looks up at him with her sparkling eyes, calling out his name - Sukuna, Sukuna - Pleading softly, but desperately to him for her sweet release - Sukuna, Sukuna - And he will be merciful, for once, and give her what she wants.

Just as he was caught in his own, sick fantasy, he felt the girl move and grumble, turning on her back, her small hands flying to rub her eyes awake - And he rolled over her, a playful, teasing smirk on his face as he waited for her to realise the position they were in - And yet, she was still out of it, for her eyes were half-lidded and gleaming, she was still weak from her lack of self-care, and she could only look up at him, dazed..."Sukuna...?" she mumbled in a whispery tone - What is she doing to him?! How dare she entice him so much? He wasn't supposed to be attracted to her in any way, so why...?!

"Relax, sweet-cheeks. I'm here." he spoke in a low voice, not wanting to alert her...Wait, what - "...Thanks." muttering that, she let out a soft sigh as she closed her eyes again, the corners of her mouth slightly turned upright as she allowed herself to fall back asleep and rest, not caring too much that she felt a slight pressure on both of her hands, in the form of the demon man pressing his own hands to hers, intertwining their fingers together as he towered over her, watching her chest rise and fall rhythmically as she breathed, her kissable, pink lips just a tiny bit parted. He couldn't stop himself - She was too irresistible, and he was much too insatiable - And he leaned down, pressing his own lips over hers - Gently - Very gently in fact, almost as if afraid of breaking a porcelain doll, as if afraid to crush a snowdrop he just picked from a glade, one just just barely managed to get out from under the remaining, melting snow of early spring. "You'll be the death of me, cutie." he found himself saying as he licked his lips, taking in the sweetness of the kiss.

Since then on, despite not being exactly friendly with the man, the fox girl didn't hate him that much anymore. It even got well enough for them to eat in the same room, or play shogi - The girl beating him at it more often than not, which left mixed feelings in his heart - And then he showed her the musical instruments that the concubines would sometimes use whenever he'd want a banquet and more sinful indulgences. He didn't ask her to play for him, though. He realised that the more he tried to push the girl, the less likely she'll actually do anything he wants.

Even more, the more time they spent together, the more his concubines would get neglected - So much that he was completely drawn to this fox girl and all the other women were completely wiped from his head. - And he started gifting her a bunch of beautiful kimonos, only to find them in front of his room's door, rejected. She didn't want anything from him, nor did she want his favour, so she continued wearing her simple clothes.

Until...

Until one night - It was a special night, really - For the moon was full, and big, and gleaming with such a beautiful silver light that neither of them saw in the many years they've been alive. And Kitsune dressed in one of her festival yukatas and went to the lotus pond, surrounded by a few wisteria trees, as the mirror of the water reflected the celestial orb like sparkling zircons. The fox gingerly jumped in the middle of the sheen, walking on it like a spirit, only her feminine silhouette being seen, as her long hair was gently blown by the warm spring wind and her tails were dancing around her in perfect sync. As her feet moved to the sound of the melody she played on a vertical flute she was given by the owner of the place, Sukuna found himself unable to move from his place on the palace balcony, his sight fixated on the woman's form as she alternated playing the instrument and dancing with ribbon-fans.

Her moves were fluid and mystifying like those of a priestess leading a will'o'wisp to rest into kakuriyo, the land of the dead - what was he supposed to do now? He was confused and mesmerised. He's seen his fair share of beautiful women playing instruments and dancing for him - Hundreds of them, in fact - But none could match the effect this nine tailed fox girl had on him.

This continued days on end, but he never admitted to her that he was stalking her every night, nor that he was completely enchanted and under her spell, at the point of no return.

"I'm going to war tomorrow." he told her one evening as he poured himself some sake. "...Good for you. Finally, more entertaining for the most powerful man on Earth...Or something. Bring me a souvenir when you return, I guess." the girl merely shrugged her shoulders as she took the tea pot and poured herself some tea, not bothering with any reaction. "You're not worried for me, are you? What if I die tomorrow? Will you weep for me?" he leaned forward, taking her chin between his fingers. " 'Course not. You're the one who keeps boasting about how you're the most powerful man on Earth and The God of War or something. Besides - If you die, I will just steal all your money and get the hell out of this place, so I can finally see the world through my very eyes, not through inked letters on paper. I want to be free and fly. Life here is boring. I've had enough years of being home stuck, don't you think?" she snapped at him as she snatched the now empty sake up and poured herself some alcohol. "And what if I promise to take you out to see the world when I return?" he smirked at her, watching her ears perk up a bit at the proposition. "...I don't believe you." she looked away before she could reveal any real emotion in her eyes. "I promise. But you also have to promise to relax around me. You're always on the edge, even if you've been here for a whole year. I saw you play in the winter, jump to collect autumn leaves taken by the wind, pick up fruit after climbing up the trees, and make flower crowns in spring. I saw you get buried completely in snow, only one of your tails being seen, I saw you make fruit wine in autumn, send paper lanterns into the sky and bathe in the lotus ponds. We're not strangers anymore, and I've never hurt you even once. So, do we have a deal?" his hunter-like eyes carefully watched her every reaction, noticing how her bottom lip quivered ever so slightly, before biting into it softly - She was nervous, that much was obvious - And Sukuna was now a pro at reading her behaviour. "...I'll try. But if you go back on your promise...I promise you, you won't wake up the next morning." she scoffed, threatening him, but it only ended up making him laugh. "The little kitten has claws, how adorable. That's fair, I'll let you have that." the man chuckled at her, petting her hair just between her ears, making her close her eyes and blush just a tiny bit. He was finally able to reach her - Not by much, but even this much was enough for him...For now.

For a whole month, Kitsune was all alone in the palace - Or so she felt, despite the numerous harem girls and the servants - All who had to obey her every order - But she refused any of that. If she wanted to eat, she would make food for herself. If she wanted to drink, she'd get some herself. If she wanted to bathe, she would prepare the bath herself - Just as she's always done. However, all this time, she was never in need of company. She couldn't handle people, nor their fakeness and many other useless emotions that would only make them vulnerable and susceptible of being used and taken for granted.

She's been through that numerous times while living with her family, and she wasn't about to let that happen again.

Thankfully, Kitsune never felt lonely, nor bored - However, she realised that she actually enjoyed Sukuna's annoying presence, and somehow, she found herself awaiting his coming back sooner.

"Master came back, vacation's over. Take care, everyone...I heard he's been injured. Can you believe it? Never thought demons can bleed." the many rumours circulated around the palace, but the fox girl only snapped at the gossipers, glaring at them to shut up. But she didn't go to greet him, like everyone else did. Instead, she waited until night to go to his room, and she found him on the ground, calmly drinking some sake.

"Ah, look at this, a little fox found its way in my humble abode. What ever could you be doing here, I wonder?" he chuckled teasingly, as she only looked down at him, giving him a slight head tilt, yet no expression on her blank face. "Are you wounded?" she muttered in a low voice, almost half-wanting not to have been heard...But she was. "Ha! So you heard those rumours too, haven't you? How ridiculous! Me? Ryomen Sukuna, the God of War, getting injured? Preposterous!" his bark-like laugh echoed through the place, but it didn't move the girl in any way. Instead, slowly crouched next to him, snatching down the already loose kimono top from his torso, letting it fall down to his chest, as her delicate fingers traced his chest, arm and back, analysing each and every fresh wound and scar alike. "I thought you could heal. Cursed energy magic or something. What you did to me when I passed out. Stupid liar. All you know how to do is to boast to everyone, but you can't even admit that you are still capable of making mistakes sometimes." her voice was obviously pissed off, but not enough to sock him in the jaw again. "Anti-regeneration magic. I didn't know something like that existed. Gimme a break." he scoffed, looking away in mild embarrassment. "Lucky you. Now don't move, or you'll really piss me off." she sneered at him as she made blue fire light up her palms and focused on healing him. It was then that she realised how good it felt to feel someone's bare skin, to feel his muscles, sore from fighting so much. He was finally beginning to look more like a man - A warrior - Not like some obnoxious, bratty, entitled casa nova. "I didn't know you could heal people. It tickles." he smirked slightly, turning his head to watch her focused face. "You don't know many things about me, Sukuna. Don't even bother trying, you'll never be able to, anyway." she scowled at him, but this time, it wasn't as aggressive as usual. "I've always loved a challenge, sugar." he chuckled boastfully, only for her to frown and look at him. "Is that all I am for you? A challenge?" she asked in a softer voice, sounding almost disappointed. "Not anymore. You've always been an enigma for me. You were fun, that's why I kept you around. If you weren't, I'd have killed you. I have no regrets about killing anyone, reason or not. But you got under my skin. I don't want to unveil the enigma behind you anymore. I just want to know you." carefully, his hands found their way on her hips, just before pulling her on his lap, only for her to stiffen up completely, her hands quickly taken off of his skin, as she quickly snapped her head away from him, her face covered by the long hair that resembled the blood he spilled on the battlefield. "Aww, are you shy, cutie~?" his seductive voice was back again, one of his hands reaching up to cup her face - But she couldn't bring herself to speak - Instead, she just gulped and jumped away from him, taking a few deep breaths before getting out of the room, and climbing up to the roof, hugging her legs to her chest, leaning her chin on her knees, her bottom lip bitten into to the point of drawing blood.

What the hell was she thinking, letting herself getting touched like that? By someone like Sukuna, nonetheless, who, if given the chance, would have his way with her, then toss her aside like he did with all the other women in his enormous harem. Her heart was beating so hard, so fast against her chest. It was a foreign feeling that scared her so much that for a long while, she couldn't help but avoid him once again, going out of her way to only leave her room when she was sure he wasn't there. It didn't always work out as she wished, but she still tried nonetheless, as succeeded for most of the time.

"Are you scared of me?" Sukuna asked the girl one night, when he found her softly shedding tears up on the roof. "...No." she offered a monotone answer. "Then why are you avoiding me again? Do you hate me?" he asked again, only for her to hang her head and hug herself. "I realised that I shouldn't be alive. All my life I've known only two emotions - Hatred and Rage - All of them masked by a facade of complete neutrality, passiveness and uncaring. But, now...I can feel my heart beating. And it hurts. I was so ready to throw away my life, and I knew I would have no regrets. I lived for nothing. I have no memories of anything good happening in my life. I thought that...I thought that maybe...I would be able to feel, staying here, with you. I wanted to feel something good, for once. What was that called...Happiness? Love? I wanted to feel those too. I guess it's too much to ask from this cruel life. The second you touched me, I started panicking and I got scared. I was afraid. Not of you, but of the idea of possibly getting hurt. I don't know how to feel, and I don't think I'll ever be able to be a proper being...But maybe...Someday...I will be able to look up at the same sky, at this very same moon, and the very same stars...And smile...And my chest won't be hurting anymore. And I won't be afraid anymore. Maybe, in the next life...Or the one after that...I will be lucky. Maybe times will change, and people won't be so cruel anymore. I'm sorry, Sukuna. I didn't end up being who and what you thought I'd be. I will forever be a disappointment to everyone I meet." she wasn't sure if her words were directed to anyone at all, or if she just found the courage to speak for the first time in her life - To acknowledge the existence of feelings altogether - But Sukuna understood her. Except for the thrill of the kill and fleeting quenched lust, he didn't feel any relief. Just like her, anger and hatred, for the entirety of his life. How different and similar the two of them really were, he realised, as he went to hug her from behind, resting his chin on top of her head. "You have never disappointed me, Kitsune. You cannot disappoint me. I understand what you're feeling. It's a cruel world, and we are much crueler to everyone around us, including ourselves. If you ever think you have it in your heart to accept me, I will be waiting. Forever, if needed. And if not, I will be awaiting in the next life. Or in the next one. I won't give up on you." and saying that, he planted a kiss on her temple before leaving her alone to watch the same silver moon they've been looking up at for so long. "...Thank you." she spoke to herself after who knows how long.

And she smiled.

Every day passing, she would look at the pink haired warrior, and every day, she'd want to throw herself in his arms, but every time, she'd start shaking, and she'd turn around and leave the place. This whole ordeal continued for well over three months, until one day, the palace was attacked with burning arrows, and the whole place was lit aflame.

In the mayhem in cause, the fox girl made sure to gather all the civilians in the huge estate and lead them to safety, and by the time she was done, she rushed to search for Sukuna, the person the enemies wanted to bring down, once and for all. However, by the time she found him, the whole place was ablaze, the once blooming garden was now turned into ashes, and the Demon God of War was heavily bleeding, slouched and leaning his back against a wall.

Opposite of him, many meters away, a menacing looking enemy who had spears in his hands was ready to throw them at him...And Sukuna merely smirked, defeated, and closed his eyes, awaiting for the impact of his ultimate death.

"Sukuna...Keep your eyes closed." Kitsune's low, shaking voice called out to him, but instead of doing as he was told, his eyes snapped open, only to widen in terror seeing the girl he grew to love, impaled by numerous spears, acting as a shield for him. "K...Kitsu...Ne...?!" he managed to usher after getting over his shock. "I told you...To keep you eyes closed...Idiot." she shook her head as she curled her fingers on the wall, taking a few deep breaths, despite her legs shaking. "Idiot. Idiot. You are such an idiot." "No...You...You were supposed to run away...I told you to run away...I told you...To...Live..." his voice was desperate, trembling, not believing what he was seeing before his very eyes. "Not without you...We were supposed to...Go...together...And be happy...And look at the moon...And stars...Together..." but as she said that, she heard the air getting split by yet another set of spears that go through her tails and torso, making her lose strength and fall over the man she was shielding. With her last strength, she punched back the spears out of her body and crawled on his lap, cradling his body, wrapping it up protectively with her tails, holding tightly onto him. "I never learnt how to fight...I never had anything to protect...Until I found you. I have no regrets dying, if you live. Close your eyes, Sukuna. I...I love you." and just before all strength left her body, she cupped his face and stole a weak kiss.

She was happy. She finally found her courage to act as she wished - With her heart, not with her fears. She was finally able to expel all the bad things possessing her. She died, and yet, she was finally smiling. She regretted nothing.

She was really happy.

"...Look there, Kitsune. Look at the moon. And the stars. And we are together. In this life. And the next one...And the one after...I will find you. And I will protect you. Don't be afraid anymore...Nothing will hurt you again. Until then...Sleep well, my Princess...Wait for me...Very soon."

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"Don't worry, Yuji! We will find all the victims of this place and rescue them! You'll see!" the cheerful nine-tailed girl wagged her fluff left and right as she dragged her best friend to the ominous place, as their other two team mates followed soon after, both having different reactions, as usual.

As her shikigami fox and Megumi's white wolf were assigned to make sure no cursed spirit would sneak up on them, they tried to make heads or tails of the distorted reality inside the place - They knew they may be dealing with a Special-Grade monster, but to have power of such magnitude seemed...Unreal...And unsettling.

"Guys, calm down. This is the Innate Domain...Cursed energy made this foul play...But I've never seen anything like...This. We have to move fast, and not split up, or we'll get picked one by one." Kitsune gritted her teeth, feeling the fur on her tails stand up. "Where's the door?!" Megumi yelled, turning around, only for everyone to gasp, realising the way they got through completely disappeared. "Th-The door's gone?!" Yuji blinked, incredulous at what he was witnessing. "How?! We just came in through here, didn't we?!" Nobara freaked out, only to make a short, brain dead dance with Yuji. "Calm down. The dog remembers the scent of the entrance." saying that, the two fawned over the two canines as they let them lead the way, only to find three mangled corpses, one of them having a name tag - It was the name of the child of the desperate woman outside of the place, pleading to the police to rescue him.

However, a fight erupted between the two boys who couldn't decide whether they should run away or rescue the corpses, as closure for the woman outside, at least, and while Nobara yelled at them, trying to make them stop...She...Disappeared?! Through a makeshift hole in the floor that wasn't there before.

"B-But...Megumi's demon dog and my fox should have been able to sense the curse...!" Kitsune then quickly turned around, only to gasp, noticing the bloody corpses of the said shikigami protruding from the walls. "NO! CYNDER!" she whimpered, hating to see her lovely companion in such a state. "ITADORI! KITSUNE! WE HAVE TO RUN! WE'LL LOOK FOR KUJISAKI AND -" but before he could finish speaking, Kitsune's whimper, that grew louder, along with the presence of the demon she was pointing at, staring straight at her...Made both boys stop in their tracks, wide eyed and shocked...And very much afraid.

The trio was sweating bullets, trying to move, trying to get the hell away from there - But Yuji moved first, taking out his knife, slashing at the Special-Grade....Only for his hand to go flying far away...From the impact.

"Megumi, run away! Go find Nobara, I'll stay here and create a diversion! Give us a signal when you're out of here! Yuji can get Sukuna and save us!" the fox girl yelled at her brunet friend desperately as she pushed him away, but a mouth on Yuji's cheek, speaking very derogatory, pointed out he doesn't give a fuck about Yuji's body, and that he won't die, even if his vessel does. "Nope~! Even if parts of me inside you die, I've still got 18 other fragments of my soul! Still, irritatingly enough, I don't have control of this body, so go away and switch, if you want! But once you do...I'll kill that brat before the cursed spirit can! Then, I'll go for that woman. She's a lively one. I'll have fuck with her. And then...I'll claim this cute fox girl that you care so much for!" Sukuna kept talking, and it was creating a state of panic in Yuji's heart. "Don't listen to him, Yuji! I know you won't let him take over you completely! You can't hurt us!" Kitsune yelled at her friend, trying to snap him out of the trance Sukuna put him in. "No, no, no, darling, you're wrong. If he's too focused on me, his friends WILL die~!" the demon kept laughing at his vessel, until the Special Grade unleashed a full blast of pure, cursed energy. "Yuji, look out!" she jumped at him, getting him out of the blast's range. "Stop listening to him, and take care of yourself! This isn't Jujutsu, this is pure cursed energy! We have to buy Megumi and Nobara enough time to get the hell out of here! Look at this jerk, he's having fun. I'm sure we can figure something out." the fox girl gritted her teeth in anger, but before either of them could try to attack or dodge - In the blink of an eye, really - She felt herself getting picked up and slammed on the wall before her by yet another blast of cursed energy - Followed by another, that flew her on the bridge in the next room, rendering her barely conscious. "KITSUNE! KITSUNEEEE!" she heard her pink haired friend's desperate wail as he tried to shake her awake. "...Sukuna...?" she asked, her shaking hands trying to rub away the tiredness from her eyes, as she looked up at him with gleaming, half-lidded eyes.

Before he could answer, shocked that she would call him by his demon's name, and even more, his own demon shocked, hearing her say something like that, she managed to cling onto the boy enough to get herself back on her feet, turning towards the attacker, her big, fluffy tails opening like a protective fan for the boy, as she created a blast of blue spirit fire to try to counter the cursed energy blast from the enemy. It made her growl from the pain, but her mind was blank - She had no regrets - No matter what life she was living, she will only get stronger and stronger, until she succeeds and protects the ones dear to her.

But not in this lifetime.

She wasn't strong enough yet. She was nowhere near her mentor, Satoru, in power. She had no way to compete with him, nor could she protect her friends when needed.

How pathethic.

It was her last thought before the cursed energy took over her, burning away some of her skin and creating even more damage after getting slammed and breaking yet another wall. With the last bit of consciousness she was able to hold onto, she saw her pink haired friend still alive and well - By some standards, at least - And she could merely smile and fight back the darkness threatening to take over.

But...Something happened, for the boy now seemed fearless - And he even taunted with the special-grade...And then he healed his own arm, before going to her, looking down at her, shaking his head. The markings on his face...This wasn't Yuji. This was...

"Idiot." a much darker, more masculine voice came from the body of the teenage vessel as he crouched down to the girl. "You never change, no matter what life you reincarnate into, do you? But that's the charm about you, stupid fox. You never really lose your memories of the past, do you?" he gently caressed her face, feeling his heart beating a bit faster as he noticed she was smiling and leaning into his touch. "You said you'll find me...So what is there to fear?" she mused weakly, before she got picked up bridal style, allowing her to cuddle into his chest, finally allowed to rest at ease. "Let's teach this weakling a lesson and get the hell out of here. The moon is up." Sukuna chuckled as he walked up to the demon, effortlessly punching in the head, slamming it into the bridge, only to smash his foot into its head, breaking the bridge altogether. As they fell, the monster grabbed his leg, but the fox-fire burn on his hand was enough to get his to shriek in pain and let go, as Sukuna jumped on one of the falling rubbles, taunting and laughing condescendingly, as he ripped apart the monster limb from limb before impaling it into a wall, as soon as they reached the watery ground. "Honestly, I'm jealous. I could never get to your power with jujutsu alone. Satoru said this thing is 80% born talent. How disheartening." she grumbled, feeling better already. "There's nothing cursed in your heart, sugar. Let the killing to me. I promised I'll protect you, I'm not going back on my word. I'm not going to see you die again." he threw her up a bit to get a better hold on her. "Hang onto me, foxy. Let's show this sucker how we do things." seeing his infamous smirk on his face, she threw her arms around his neck, holding on tightly, seeing as he did a hand seal, calling out his Malevolent Shrine...And they were back home, dressed the same as they were so long ago...A thousand years ago...And the monster got split in 5 slices, before Sukuna dug out another one of his soul-fingers, and he started grinning even laughing even darker, realising that Yuji couldn't switch bodies again, which made villain jump out of the facility, right on top of it. "I guess...No matter what life we live, the sky is going to be forever beautiful." Kitsune sighed as soon as he let her down, but she didn't let go of him. Not this time. Fears won't take over her life anymore. "And yours is even more eternal than the moon's or the stars." he cupped her face, taking in her beauty for the first time in over a thousand years. "It's been to long. I made you wait far too long. I hope you didn't miss me too much." one of his hands found its fingers raking through her hair, and she closed her eyes a bit, taking in the warm, loving feeling that completely took over her. "I'll forgive you. You did take your bloody time...But at least you're here now. And you're not going anywhere. I won't let you." her hands slid down to the neck of his blouse, pulling him to her level, which only made him smirk smugly. "Good. That was my intention." his charming, dark voice spoke, making her heart beating faster, and feeling the hair on the back of her neck and the fluff on her tails stand up from excitement. "Won't it be weird? Being Yuji's body...?" she asked shyly, as he only chuckled, pulling the same Malevolent Shrine trick, so they finally looked as they did when they first met. "Better, sweet cheeks?" he pulled her flushed to his body, as she got on her tippy toes to get closer to his face. "Spectacular."

As the fox girl couldn't stop touching his face, raking her fingers through his hair, feeling his body closer to hers as her whole body felt hotter than ever before - It was just a kiss - His lips so sweet against her own, his arms, so strong, holding her, feeling her, loving her.

It was only them, under the gentle light of the silver moon, guarding them, as the stars softly twinkled, embellishing gold into the dark sky - Just like this love light up the darkness in their hearts.

Her tails wrapped around him instinctively, as they pulled apart, and looked each other in the eyes for the first time since they've known each other. Her eyes were sparkling with happiness, her lips were curled into a kitten-like smile, and she was glowing - It made Sukuna's heart have a pleasant arrhythmia as he saw in front of his very eyes a sight that he's been dreaming about for over a millennium - The woman that captured his heart - Happy, in his own arms, safe, and very kissable.

This feeling and image were worth waiting a thousand years.

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen imagine #ryomen sukuna #ryomen sukuna x reader #ryomen sukuna imagine #sukuna #sukuna x reader #sukuna imagine #yuji itadori #kugisaki nobara #megumi fushiguro #gojo satoru #kitsune #kitsune reader #fox #feudal japan

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revirushifaa · 3 years ago

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Hi! Can I pls get a fluff Lucifer x Female MC that’s getting bullied at RAD and she’s kept it a secret from Lucifer until he finds out

Aww sweet, I need some soft Luci content now, so I'll be so happy to write this!

Warnings: Violence, blood and bullying.

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Silent Until It Breaks

Lucifer knew something was wrong with his girlfriend, seeing her way too quieter and very panicky when being left behind the times he had to tend to the student council's meetings he had with the Diavolo, but he didn't know what exactly the issue was, so he couldn't really intervene until he knew.

One day when they were walking back to a classroom from RAD, he asked her.

"MC, darling? What has been wrong with you? You've been very quiet, like something is happening to you... is there something you wish to tell me?"

MC froze and vigorously shook her head. "No, Lulu, everything is fine!" she lied of course. Lucifer was a busy demon and she didn't want to bother him with her own troubles.

"Are you sure? You know you can tell me anything-"

"I'm fine, my dear, you have another meeting, so go to it. I'll go to my last class! Love you, baby!" After a quick cheek kiss, MC rushed to her classroom to the other direction, leaving a thoughtful Lucifer behind. He frowned in concern.

"I know something is wrong with her... but I do not know what..." He mumbled as he walked away to the meeting room to have the meeting with Diavolo.

MC sighed as she walked over her classroom with her book in hand. The froze when she heard a voice from behind snicker.

"Well, well, obedient like a dog are we, MC?" It was lower ranked demon that had been bullying her during the first months of her year in RAD.

"What do you want? Leave alone for once, you monster!" MC scowled at the demon, her hand balling into a fist as she was clenching it, her book tightly gripped as she backed away from the demon.

The demon snickered and sneered. "You can't escape, little bug." he walked over to her and grabbed her by the wrist, yanking him to then bang her against the wall of the classroom. "You are my dog, my little slave, you will do all my homework during all your stay here."

MC yelped as she was banged harshly against the wall, she wanted to scream so loudly to get someone's attention, but the demon had grabbed her mouth to prevent her from screaming. Tears rolled down her cheeks, she was pretty scared.

"Unhand her now, fiend. Prepeare yourself for the consequences." A familiar deep voice growled behind them both. The demon immediately freezing in the spot.

"L-Lord Lucifer, is not what it looks like? I was only playing with her." The demon said in a little voice, backing away from the scared human. Lucifer growled, grabbing him by the hair and yanking him, throwing him down, earning a cry from the demon.

"Oh and I was born yesterday." The first-born growled and began kicking the demon, breaking bones easily for he had a hell of strength in him. The demon cried and begged for mercy, but the Avatar of Pride gave him none, there was no one to stop him. He would teach the insolent pest a lesson on messing with who he loved the most.

"If you TOUCH her again, I will be even severe with you, scum." Lucifer snarled and grabbed the demon by the ear banging him from wall to wall, his claws became sharper and a lot of blood splashed everywhere. The demon was screaming and crying now, he got thrown against the floor on his back and Lucifer stepped on his throat.

"Are you going to do this again? Are you touching MY human?" He pressed slowly on the demon's throat, his wings and horns looking menacingly down at the now beaten up bloody demon.

"N-No! P-please mercy, I won't touch her again, I-I promise!" He sobbed pathetically, choking as having the mighty demon's foot on his throat was becoming hard to breath, he had blood all over.

"Leave." Lucifer snarl-ordered, letting him up, crossing his arms, his harsh eyes on the demon, seeing him cough harshly and crawling to go out, he kicked him out with a potent kick and close the door. He then sighed and walked over to his girlfriend, who had been coralled against the wall, sniffling softly.

"Why didn't you tell me about this demon bullying you, MC?" He asked her, voice calm and soft, his hand rested on her shoulder.

MC didn't reply to him, she was scared, shocked as to what happened to her. Lucifer frowned and gave her shoulders a light shook.

"Answer me, MC! Why didn't you tell me?"

"B-because you were so busy all the time and I didn't want you to be bothered with my pointless troubles! That was why I kept quiet!" MC said, sobbing harshly for now not only she had been harassed by a demon, but now her boyfriend was mad and upset with her.

"MC, look at me,"

She felt a gloved finger on her chin and she was met with soft, worried red eyes.

"Babe, I would never be too busy when it comes to you. You come first. Always. So never fear telling me, what bothers you, my dear. Never. " And with that, Lucifer pulled her into his warm embrace, to comfort her from the fear she was feeling, all gentle and soft with her, giving her head a lot of kisses as part of the comfort.

MC sobbed for a bit more, hugging back and trying to relax in her demon boyfriend's tender hold, she needed him. She needed to be with him, the demon that bullied her scared her so much. They stood like that for a long while more, until, Lucifer shifted her slightly to look at her.

"Are you feeling better, dear?" His voice was as tender as sheep wool.

"Yes, thank you, sweetie." MC nodded, her tears were dried off by the gentle thumbs from Lucifer who was smiling softly and lovingly at her. Showing his rare loving side to his lover, no one else mattered as much as MC at the moment.

"Come, let's go for a walk, you need it to calm your thoughts and nerves."

And with holding hands, both demon and human walked out of RAD grounds to go relax after the whole fiasco with the demon. The demon responsible for this would be spelled and dealt with severely for his offenses, it won't be too long until Barbatos grabbed him and locked him inside the dungeon he tortures demons that had harmed someone his young master deeply cared for. MC was safe now and forever more. Lucifer was going to make sure of that. Without a doubt.

#obey me #obey me swd #swd obey me #obey me lucifer x female mc #obey me female mc #obey me lucifer #obey me shall we date #female mc x lucifer #x female reader #character x female reader #obey me scenarios

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guqin-and-flute · 4 years ago

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The Soup Incident [Episode 22]

Random Jin Guy: hey u know ur sister

WWX: everyone's mom? best person in the world? beset by terminal heterosexuality? rings a bell

LWJ: i'm sure this is more important than a war

Random Jin Guy: something happened with j

WWX: [overrunning other line] I MUST GO MY MEDDLING IS REQUIRED

Random Nie Guy: oop there he go

LWJ: wow this sounds serious

WWX: what horrors will i find what trauma will this compound what cruelty will i be met with also how did i know exactly where to go

WWX: OH. YOU.

JZX: gross

JYL: oh an audience perfect i'm sure this will de-escalate things

WWX: can we solve this with castration? tell me we can

JYL: no thanks i'd still like the option if it's all the same to u

WWX: it's not let me remove his body parts

JZX: like i'd let u near me u classless hellion

JYL: listen life hasn't been like the greatest lately had a lot of shitty carriage rides i'd like things to chill out and by things i mean namely u in this moment can we go now pls i have an appointment to cry into my pillow that i'm missing

WWX: omg noooo i'll behave i'm here to support u i'll be impartial

JYL: i don't believe that for a single second tho hun

WWX: impartial to how mUCH BLOOD I'M GONNA GET EVERYWHERE HOW IS IT EVERY TIME I SEE UR STUPID FACE I HATE U MORE fuck u u piece o shit

JYL: and there it is

JZX: [angry sleeve flap of disdainful eloquence]

WWX: wtf

JYL: yeah he's good at those

JYL: honey ur not helping urself here he beat the shit out of u BEFORE he marinated in dark energy for 3 months pls use ur words and ur brain

WWX: WAT DID UR SLEEVE SAY TO ME BITCH

JYL: can we just go pls i like to not be reminded of exactly how much stupid i willingly allow into my life

WWX: but shijie M U R D E R

JYL: inexplicably i still want to marry him so no thank u

JZX: oh look mianmian's here

MM: u fuckin bet i am u dipshit

WWX: wtaf is wrong with him

MM: ok listen LISTEN i know i feel u trust me

JZX: time to return to the arrogance corner

WWX: UR YOUNG MASTER'S A BITCH

JYL: a-xian n o

MM: no he totally is u right

JYL: well then he's MY bitch :(

MM: why do i bother to stay up late to practice conversations with u if u don't bother to try all that time wasted am i supposed to cover for u now?

JZX: bold of u to assume u can but go for it still don't know why tf ur all here just wanna eat my soup

WWX: HEY I HAVE A FUN GAME IT'S CALLED HOW MUCH OF CHENQING CAN WE FIT INTO JIN ZIXUAN quick someone pick an orifice

JYL: gross

MM: tempting

LWJ: oh hey i'm here now i walk slow oh shit the nice jiang is crying who would hurt the nice jiang?

MM: ok so u know how ur sister makes soup?

JYL: i never really stop it's a little pathological at this point maybe i should talk to someone...

LWJ: oh more heterosexual antics wei ying's achilles heel best wait outside thank god Xichen is mostly functional and gay as the day is long

MM: so she makes soup right? 2 goes to you chuckleheads and the third goes to emporer perpetual foot-in-mouth over here

JZX: [buffering]

MM: jfc why do i even try

WWX: DID HE INSULT UR S O U P ?!

JYL: sorta i am soup and soup is me

MM: so anyway

JZX: [overrunning previous line] HOLD UP I THOUGHT RANDOM SERVANT NUMBER 62 BROUGHT ME THE SOUP THAT'S NATIVE TO YUNGMENG WHERE MY EX-FIANCE GREW UP

WWX: ur in love with an idiot

JYL: i'm in love with an idiot

MM: I STG UR HEAD IS FILLED WITH JUST HAIRBALLS AND LINT HOW ARE U STILL BREATHING

MM: SHE MAKES SOUP. SHE'S THE SOUP LADY. ASK PEOPLE WHAT THEY THINK OF WHEN U SAY YANLI AND THEY'LL SAY KINDNESS. A N D S O U P . and her murder-brothers but that's not the point rn

JZX: ...u made me soup

MM: i'm so fucking sorry pls marry him i need a competent woman to hang around with i'm getting dumber by the day

WWX: seriously this guy u love this guy?

JYL: xianxian pls romantic idiocy runs in our family it's practically traditional

JYL: i mean...yes i have 2 coping mechanisms; soup and crying neither of them are working rn tho help i don't unlock righteous fury until level 25

JZX: wow she made me soup

WWX: of course she made u soup u human inner-thigh chafe show us the flashback mianmian

MM: [off screen] oh yeah that roll the tape jeeves

[ENTER FLASHBACK]

JYL: i made u soup bb

JZX: ur not servant number 62 go fuck urself

JYL: wut

[END FLASHBACK]

WWX: NO FURTHER QUESTIONS UR HONOR

Random Jin Guy Who Brought Wuxian: perhaps this was a [cursive writing] Mistake™

JZX: ouchie i can twirly fight countless puppets can't dodge a punch of the life of me cultivation jesus that's gonna leave a mark

JYL: GOD I WISH THIS WAS MORE CATHARTIC how does this always happen? who raised this kid? oh right me

Group of Random Jin Guards: we are all well intentioned but ultimately expendable extras fear us

Random Jin Guard: UNHAND HIM FIEND

WWX: cool imma write u a song it's called Don't Care Didn't Ask Gonna Kill Everyone In This Tent Over Soup in b flat tootly toot here comes the murder flute

Random Jin Guards attacked by resentful energy: [keyboard smash]

LWJ: wait hold on that's his shit starting music has shit been started?? wEi YiNg

WWX: are u prepared for the journey i'm about to send u on little man

JZX: i'm actually good here thanks

[unintelligible teenage screaming]

MM: HEY LISTEN U CAN'T DO THAT MURDER IS BAD and i still like him i sympathize but like...u can't

WWX: the semi corporeal black smoke demons that sublet my soul tell me that it's fine sooo

JYL: a-xian if u kill him now i will have put up with so much bs for n o t h i n g

LWJ: take a deep breath us ur words what in the actual hell is going on

WWX: fuck u ur not my therapist

LWJ: u do not have a therapist never has someone so clearly NOT had a therapist except maybe jiang cheng

WWX: SOUP MURDER IS GOING ON

LWJ: wut

JYL: pls understand it's just as dumb as you think

LWJ: ... i refuse to let soup related crimes of passion be something my future husband is known for u stop that

WWX: THEN I'M LEAVING

LWJ: wow

JYL: we're both in love with idiots

JZX: am i still gonna keep getting soup?

[this is a thing i do sometimes so if you would like to see more...]

Scene suggested by @nagisachan1!! (I’m so sorry I forgot to tag/credit you when I posted this!)

#my stuff #cql crack #has the word soup lost its meaning for anyone else yet?#the transcript for this is saved under 'i'm at soup.docx'#brief summary #not so brief #oh well #I swear i'm working on the episode 4 one it's giving me HASSLES #please ignore the fact that I spelled emperor wrong i do that about half the time anyway #my edit

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ultimatetrashyfanfic · 3 years ago

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I’m just gonna say Non-despair AU cause I want everyone to be happy. I freaking LOVE Gundham so much, he’s wonderful and I’ve been wanting to write him for a while (but stalling cause of his DIALOGUE. It’s so hard). Buuuut I decided to finally give it a shot. And to kind of vent a little cause he used to stress me out in his dark coat and scarf in tropical heat. With Kazuichi because I want them to be friends, and because I seem physically incapable of not putting Kazuichi in every fic. COULD be seen as pre-soudam if you prefer, I didn’t write it like that but it could be if that floats your boat. I do like that ship, I just like other ones with Gundham and kazuichi more. Anyway, hope you enjoy - Circle

Also on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33543364

Warning: descriptions of overheating, sickfic. Nothing really bad here.

Kazuichi wasn’t shocked to wake up sprawled across a towel with sand in his hair and a dry mouth, completely alone on the beach. This wasn’t even the first time it had happened. When his insomnia was really bad he’d always doze throughout the next day - for some reason he couldn’t sleep in his warm, comfortable bed at night but could drop off in seconds with his head on the breakfast table or against Hajime’s shoulder. His classmates never bothered to wake Kazuichi if he was somewhere he wouldn’t be in the way, so the beach was a frequent napping spot. They always made sure to leave him in the shade with a water bottle for when he woke, so Kazuichi didn’t mind. It was normal.

What was very much not normal was waking up to Gundham grasping the front of his t-shirt, shaking him violently and yelling some weird gibberish that Kazuichi was still too woolly-headed to understand.

“Wha..?” he muttered, trying to wake up properly. For a second he wondered if he was having a weird lucid dream, because Gundham never usually touched people, especially him - though he was shaking him by the shirt instead of the shoulders.

“You’re gonna stretch out my clothes,” Kazuichi whined, sitting up and scrubbing his eyes.

“As if your tattered garments are a priority right now! Answer me with honesty, lest the demons tear your tongue from your very mouth. Have you encountered the wrath of my Crimson Steel Elephant?” Gundham cried, far too loudly.

“What?” Kazuichi mumbled. “Gundham, I can’t decipher your witchy language when I’ve just woken up.”

“Foolish mortal! This is a dire emergency!”

“Why? What’s happened?”

“I shall repeat myself just once more, so listen well. Have you encountered one of my Dark Devas of Destruction? Maga-Z appears to be missing,” Gundham said. Despite the grandeur and fancy words, Kazuichi could see he did look pretty distressed, holding the three remaining hamsters in his hand as if he was scared they’d dash away too.

“Oooh, okay. You’ve lost a hamster. That’s all you had to say, Gundham. One single sentence and I would’ve understood,” Kazuichi said.

“Do not talk so disparagingly! My Devas are far more powerful than mere hamsters. And Maga-Z has an independent spirit and often attempts to cause chaos alone. I have my concerns for the safety of everyone on this island if Maga-Z wields his destructive power without my guidance.”

Gundham was completely serious, but Kazuichi had to bite his cheeks to stop himself laughing, picturing a hamster storming across the island in a tank, decimating everything. But Gundham was clearly frantic, and Kazuichi was trying to be nicer to him recently, so he sighed.

“Okay, I’ll help you look for him. We should try to get the others to help too.”

“Indeed. You were the first mortal I came across,” Gundham admitted.

“Right, what does Maga-Z look like?” Kazuichi asked, taking a long drink of water. He felt like he’d be running around in the hot sun for a while now and wanted to drink while he had the chance.

“Your memory is abysmal.” Gundham seemed irritated that Kazuichi didn’t know the hamsters by sight.

“Look, I’m not exactly on nodding terms with your ham- Devas, am I? How am I supposed to know which is which? I only recognise the chubby one.” Kazuichi pointed to Cham-P.

Gundham reeled back like he’d been slapped, spluttering in outrage. “How dare you mock his corporeal form! If Cham-P was not so patient, he would obliterate you where you stand for such cheek.”

“Look, I wasn’t trying to body shame your hamster,” Kazuichi said irritably. “I wasn’t mocking. He’s just bigger than the other ones.”

“He is of the Golden variety, of course he is larger in stature. It has nothing to do with his nutritional intake.”

“Are we going to search or not?” Kazuichi snapped. God, talking to Gundham for more than five minutes was exhausting. “Do you know if Maga-Z has favourite places to go or something?”

Kazuichi let Gundham lead and did his very best not to talk to his strange companion as they searched through bushes and inside cupboards, asking any of his classmates they encountered to look too. Gundham muttered to the remaining hamsters, but didn’t try to talk to Kazuichi much either except to order him around - though his grandiose tone was quickly becoming softer and more anxious.

“Maga-Z has never disappeared from my influence for so long,” he mumbled, pulling his scarf to cover his mouth. “I cannot contain this feeling of dread.”

“Hey, don’t worry,” Kazuichi said, surprising himself. “We’ll find him. He’ll be okay.”

Gundham blinked, then stood up straighter. “I assure you, I fear for the inhabitants of the island. Maga-Z will come to no harm.”

But he was worrying, and even Kazuichi could see it. His searching was becoming frantic, his usually careful hands clumsy, so he knocked things off their shelves and forgot to tidy up or close doors behind them. He started running between buildings and bushes, long coat billowing, calling out for his lost hamster.

“Gundham! Hang on a second,” Kazuichi gasped. “I can’t breathe!”

Surprisingly, Gundham did as he was told, leaning against a palm tree in the shade. He wrapped his arms around his chest, pale fists gripping his dark coat. His carefully styled hair was starting to droop in the heat, and his face was very pink. Kazuichi had never seen so much colour in his cheeks before. The three remaining hamsters cowered inside Gundham’s scarf, sensing his anxiety.

Kazuichi went to lean beside him, wiping the sweat off his own forehead. He didn’t know how Gundham managed in his black clothes every day.

“We’ll find him,” Kazuichi said again. “Ibuki and Twogami and Mahiru said they’d look. And Miss Sonia looked like she was going to cry when I told her Maga-Z was missing. She said she wouldn’t rest until he was found.”

“She has a good heart,” Gundham said softly.

“Yeah…” Kazuichi paused. “Hey, you didn’t say anything nice like that about me. I’m the one who’s been running around with you in the baking sun for hours.”

Gundham didn’t respond. He’d been talking a lot less in the past twenty minutes or so, though he’d originally been giving incomprehensible orders to Kazuichi every two minutes. Souda assumed he was just growing more concerned for Maga-Z the longer he was missing - so he was caught off guard when Gundham slumped over and fell limply against him, almost bringing them both to the floor.

“Dude!” Kazuichi managed to catch hold of Gundham. “What are you doing?”

Perhaps Gundham didn’t know what he was doing either, because he had a look of sheer bafflement on his face. He tried to pull himself upright, clinging to the rough bark of the palm tree, but each time he wobbled dangerously and Kazuichi had to grab onto him again.

“What is this..? I appear to be reacting negatively to your mortal world’s atmosphere.” His usually forceful speech came out laboured and slow, and Gundham placed a hand to his lips in surprise.

“What? You’ve been surviving in this atmosphere for ages already,” Kazuichi argued. “What’s up with you? You sound drunk. Can you tell me in plain English?”

“The temperature in this godforsaken land exceeds even the fiery bowels of hell,” Gundham hissed, having to cling to Kazuichi to stay upright.

Kazuichi took a second to disentangle Gundham’s web of fancy words. “Sooo… you’re too hot. I guess that makes sense. Who wears a black coat and a scarf in this heat? And I know you haven’t had any water since we started searching. I’d better take you back to your cabin,” he sighed.

“Unhand me this instant, you fiend!” Gundham growled, though he was the one using Kazuichi like a walking stick. “I could never rest while one of my Dark Devas of Destruction is unguided.”

“Well they’ll all be unguided if you get heatstroke and drop dead,” Kazuichi said. “Half the island is searching for Maga-Z - and I’ll go back out to keep looking as soon as I can, okay?” As much as Gundham might get on Kazuichi’s nerves sometimes, he didn’t want him to get really sick or hurt. He hoped Maga-Z had enough sense not to wander into the sea or something; Gundham would be crushed.

“Hmm.” Gundham didn’t look convinced.

“Your other three ham- I mean Devas probably need to cool down a bit too,” Kazuichi tried.

Another pause. “Very well,” Gundham sighed. “I shall retire to my artificially cooled domain until the effects of this oppressive atmosphere wear off. I trust you to ensure the search continues.” He turned on his heel and tried to walk on his own, staggering alarmingly.

“Hey, careful!” Kazuichi ran to steady him. “I told you I’d help you.”

Gundham slapped his hands away. “Fool! Have you forgotten I am cursed with poison?”

“Oh for God’s sake! Could you just give an inch for once! Why do you make everything so difficult?” Kazuichi cried exasperatedly.

Gundham stuck his chin in the air and started berating Souda again - but before he’d even finished the first sentence his words died away. He blinked several times, looking dazed, swaying where he stood.

“Gundham..?” Kazuichi said nervously.

Gundham didn’t respond. He took another few staggering steps towards his cabin, then crumpled as his knees gave way under him. Kazuichi cried out and hurried to catch him, their foreheads bashing together painfully. Gundham’s skin was clammy and damp, his face looking much more… alive than usual. Kazuichi realised it was because his pale makeup was running.

“Fucking hell, Gundham,” Kazuichi groaned, hauling one of Gundham’s arms around his shoulders. “Just hold onto me, okay? Try not to pass out.”

Surprisingly, Gundham nodded, staring down at his feet like it was taking a huge effort to make them move. It was clear he was trying to be helpful, but Kazuichi had to carry a lot of his weight and they were both breathless by the time they reached Gundham’s cabin. Kazuichi breathed a sigh of relief as the wall of cool air conditioning washed over them.

“Thank God for that,” he mumbled, dumping Gundham onto the bed. It was carefully made, which Kazuichi had never understood; why bother making your bed when you were just going to mess it up every night? The entire room was neat, though the giant cage meant it rather smelled like hamsters. “Right, get your coat and scarf off.”

Gundham glared at him viciously.

“Oh, that’s the thanks I get, is it? Well, no matter how annoying you might be, you’re overheated. No wonder, wearing that stupid dark coat. So get it off.” Kazuichi grabbed Gundham’s arms and yanked the coat sleeves off like he was undressing a sulky toddler. Gundham hissed a series of furious curses at him - one of which sounded like Latin, which was actually pretty impressive - and the three remaining hamsters hopped out onto the bed, startled.

“There. Was that so hard?” Kazuichi said silkily when Gundham was lying on the bed in his shirt and scarf, glaring. Kazuichi tried to take the scarf off too, but Gundham’s hissed threats became more vehement and he gave up. “Fine, keep it on then. Though I don’t think the gothic look is very sustainable in a tropical climate, man. Right, I’m going to get you something to drink.”

Gundham didn’t respond until Kazuichi had returned with a cup full of water from the bathroom. “I shall take advice from one with such abysmal fashion sense as yourself with a grain of salt, fiend,” he said, with as much dignity as he could muster while tomato-red and damp with sweat on his bed.

Kazuichi had to fight very hard not to pour the glass of water directly over Gundham’s head, but he just about managed to help him drink it instead. Then he grabbed the little fan from the bathroom and placed it by Gundham’s bed, dampened a cloth and slapped it rather unceremoniously on his forehead. Gundham yelped and glared again, water trickling down his temples. Good. Serves him right for that earlier comment. “There. Keep your head back or you’ll smudge your eyeliner. And don’t move. I’ll try to find Mikan while I’m looking for Maga-Z, okay?”

Gundham turned his face away, cupping one hand over the Devas protectively. He mumbled something into the material of his scarf.

“What?” Kazuichi asked.

“I said I am grateful for your assistance…”

“Oh.” Kazuichi was surprised. He’d never heard Gundham acknowledge he needed any help before - though maybe that was Kazuichi’s own fault. He’d been the one to start up the whole stupid rivalry thing (which wasn’t ever a rivalry in the first place since the girl wasn’t remotely interested). Maybe this was a step towards a reconciliation.

“I mean, I wasn’t gonna leave you to die,” Kazuichi added awkwardly.

“You are far more tolerable when you do not echo the Dark Queen like a parrot. I once believed you had no real mind of your own,” Gundham said bluntly.

Kazuichi flushed. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You made yourself an extension of the Dark Queen. You never disputed her or challenged her. You agreed with her every word.”

“Well… I wanted her to like me,” Kazuichi mumbled. “Look, you don’t need to lecture me about all this. You know I’ve left Sonia alone.”

“Indeed. But you still wish to befriend her?” Gundham asked. Even weak and overheated as he was, his eyes were burning into Kazuichi’s with such a fierce intensity he had to look away.

“That’s her choice. Why are you asking all this?”

“If you still seek a friendly companionship with the Dark Queen, you should not forget she is a mere powerless mortal,” Gundham said. “She does not wish to be treated like she is extraordinary. She does not wish to be around those who only agree to please her.”

Kazuichi stared at him. Was Gundham really offering advice? Was this a weird way to repay him for helping out? It was pretty embarrassing to be given advice on how to make friends from Gundham, who openly distrusted everyone - but he was friends with Sonia. Maybe even something more, Kazuichi honestly didn’t know. He’d tried to stay away from Sonia as much as possibly, partly because he wanted her to be more comfortable and partly because he was pretty fucking embarrassed by his past behaviour. But he would like to be her friend. Nothing else - he knew that wouldn’t ever happen - but friends was good.

“Now make haste!” Gundham suddenly cried, making Kazuichi jump. “Continue the search! I shall rejoin you as soon as I am able.”

“No, rest. Don’t move and especially don’t put your coat on again. I’ll find Maga-Z,” Kazuichi said quickly. He dashed outside before Gundham could protest, groaning as the sticky heat wrapped around him once more.

He started searching again, after taking a quick detour to Mikan’s cabin to ask if she could go check on Gundham and make sure he hadn’t gone out into the sun again. Almost everyone on the island was searching now, splitting off into little groups to cover more ground. Nagito was one of the last to join in - and Hajime and Kazuichi watched in astonishment as he shifted the very first box he touched in the storage room of the old building and pointed. “There he is.”

“WHY didn’t I ask him first?!” Kazuichi practically screamed.

“Ultimate Luck seems a pretty useful talent,” Hajime murmured to him, not wanting Nagito to hear. It’d only start him off on a long self-deprecating rant. “Go on then, Kazuichi. Get him.”

Kazuichi peered behind the box on his hands and knees. Maga-Z was cowering in the corner, fur dishevelled and standing on end. He didn’t look too friendly. “Why do I have to grab the stupid hamster?” Kazuichi whined. “You grab him, Hajime. I don’t like them. They look like they know too much.”

“What are you on about?” Hajime sighed. “It’s just a hamster. You can’t be scared of a hamster, Kazuichi.”

“They’re Gundham’s hamsters. They probably like… worship the devil or something.”

“Hamsters don’t worship anything. They’re just hamsters.”

“Can I go now?” Nagito asked, looking like he was losing braincells just listening to this conversation.

“Yeah, thanks, Nagito. Unless you fancy grabbing this hamster,” Kazuichi said. He looked hopeful, but Nagito left without another word.

“I’ll do it,” Hajime said, exasperated. He reached behind the box to ease his hand underneath Maga-Z, but as soon as his fingers brushed fur, the hamster made a mad dash forward. Directly towards Souda. He squealed and hastily cupped both hands around Maga-Z, holding him at arm’s length. “Oh my God, oh my God, I got him… Oh God, he’s gonna bite me, I know he is,” Kazuichi whined.

“Hey, good job,” Hajime said, surprised. “I didn’t think you’d catch him.”

“I’m not a baby, Hajime,” Kazuichi huffed. Then he whimpered in a very childish way. “Ugh, he’s wriggling around. Can I… put him somewhere? A bag or something? I don’t trust him.”

“Just shove him in your pocket and let’s go. It’s boiling in here. And Gundham will be stressing about Maga-Z. Do you know where he is?”

“I had to put him to bed because he nearly fainted. He was running around in his black coat all day.”

Hajime rolled his eyes. “Nobody on this island has any self-preservation skills.”

“At least Maga-Z is okay.” Kazuichi studied the little ball of fluff cupped in his hands. Somehow his little ink drop eyes did look menacing. “Hey, he really does look like he wanted to go off and cause chaos on his own, doesn’t he?”

Hajime gave Kazuichi a look. “I think you’ve spent too much time with Gundham today.”

Thankfully, Gundham was still in his room and looking a lot better, though still very visibly agitated. His colour had returned to ghostly pale (he must’ve reapplied his makeup) and his eyes were far more focused - they snapped to the door right away when Hajime opened it. When he saw Kazuichi, his hands still full of wriggling hamster, his brow cleared.

“Take him, quick!” Kazuichi said, hurrying over to the bed. “I’m sure he wants to bite me.”

“You fiend,” Gundham murmured, taking the hamster. For a second Kazuichi was offended, thinking Gundham was calling him names when he and Hajime had been nice enough to bring the hamster back, but then he realised Gundham was talking to Maga-Z. He spoke to them in exactly the same way he spoke to his classmates, no silly mushy voices like most people did with cute animals.

“I can only pray you have not caused too much destruction while unsupervised,” he murmured, smoothing Maga-Z’s fur. The hamster sat up to greet him like a little puppy, and Kazuichi noticed for the first time that Maga-Z’s cheeks were bulging.

“Did he really run off just to steal food?” Kazuichi groaned. “We’ve been so stressed and he was just eating!”

“Ah yes, a feast befitting the magnificent Crimson Steel Elephant,” Gundham said, gently placing Maga-Z with the other hamsters. They circled him joyfully, happy to be reunited too.

Kazuichi threw his hands up exasperatedly. “I give up. You’re all nuts.”

Gundham turned to Kazuichi, his face solemn. “I am deeply indebted to you, as is everybody who resides on this island. I cannot speak of the terrors that may have occurred if Maga-Z was without guidance. I shall spread the story of your triumph to every other mortal here so they can show you due gratitude,” he said.

“Oh… Thanks, man.” Kazuichi could see he meant well, but the thought of Gundham telling everyone Kazuichi saved the island from a hamster’s destruction was pretty embarrassing. He could already see Hajime smirking out of the corner of his eye.

“You should stay inside a bit longer though,” Hajime said. “Just in case. You need to make sure you’re totally cooled down.”

“Indeed. I have had ample excitement for one day,” Gundham said.

“Me too,” Kazuichi mumbled.

“If you’re feeling better, you can tell everyone about Kazuichi saving the island over dinner,” Hajime said, grinning. Kazuichi glared at him.

“Asshole,” he muttered as soon as they were outside Gundham’s cabin.

Hajime burst out laughing. “Maybe he’ll make you sound really gallant and fearless when he tells it.”

“Then everyone will know it’s a lie right away. And anyway, Nagito saw what happened. Even if you don’t give away the real story, he’ll definitely tell.”

“Probably. But you did save his hamster, even if you weren’t that fearless about it. Is there a truce between you two now?”

“I suppose so. He’s not so bad. Crazy and dramatic and difficult… but okay,” Kazuichi admitted. He paused. “I don’t know what half of the words he uses mean though.”

“Yeah,” Hajime agreed. “I don’t either.”

#super danganronpa two #danganronpa 2 #kazuichi souda #gundham tanaka #four dark devas of destruction #overheating #Gundham’s lines were ridiculously hard #mod circle

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OWL HOUSE X CTHULHU MYTHOS: GODS AWAKEN (XIX)

Odalia walked into Emperor Belos’ throne room and prostrated herself before him and Nyarlathotep. “Lord Nyarlathotep, I have retrieved the book.”

Luz and Amity awoke in the original bodies and sprung back to life. “Uh? What happened?”

Amity groaned and fell backward her head throbbing with pain. “Why is my head spinning?” Her cheeks grew green and bloated out of the instinctive urge of retching whatever sour contents were churning in her stomach.

“So that is apple blood,” Luz spoke to herself, “after this, I’m never going to try that stuff again.”

Amity and Luz stared at each other surprised to find that they were back in their own bodies. They waved their hands in front of their faces and squeezed their arms until they took on a bluish hue. Their probing would only strengthen the notion that they were truly back in their bodies. But one thought came to their minds: if they were borrowing the bodies at the time, then what happened to the original host’s souls?

“Welcome back to the Isles, human.”

Belos had gotten off his throne and his large frame towered over the two. Unlike Odalia’s height at around 6 feet, Belos stood at a startling 8 feet. He eclipsed obviously Kikimora, his most trusted servant and right hand, but he was also an imposing figure when it came to the members of his imperial guards. This only accentuated the perceived majesty and authority he encouraged from his worshippers.

Luz stared at the Emperor with contempt manifesting on her face. “Belos.”

“I see that you are still bitter over our last encounter?” Emperor Belos asked. It was more a rhetorical question, really, but one he made out of amusement.

“Where’s Eda?” Luz asked.

Emperor Belos raised his hand. “Unharmed, I assure you, but we must keep her from interfering with our plans.”

He looked at the murals depicting the wild witches. “As you may have guessed I had...taken care of the wild magic practitioners...one by one.”

Luz internally shivered at the implications of what he was entailing. He raised his staff and carefully traced an invisible line through the savage witches on the murals. “The Day of Unity is now upon us.”

“How dare you send your hideous monsters to attack my home?” Luz demanded. Her fists shook and turned red to match the increasing anger in her face.

Belos chuckled. “It was more of a method of ringing you out; I knew that because of your compassionate heart that you would rather give yourself up than allow more of those rats to die in your stead.”

“Well, you got me now,” Luz stated never taking her eyes off Belos’, “so leave the Earth alone.”

Belos tilted his head. “The Titan proclaims that the Earth must be laid to waste before it returns to its full powers. There is no stopping the inevitable. The Earth will bleed a deep, gushing red, before it crumbles away to its slow, miserable, pitiable demise.”

Luz fought the urge of drawing a glyph to cave Belos’ head in. “Mami..”

Belos’ eyes flickered and glowed. “Oh, your mother? She is here.”

Luz’s eyes shot up. “She is.”

The metallic fingers of his gloves came together to create an echoing snap. Warden Wrath walked into the throne room alongside the Owl Spy. Luz’s eyes widened, her mouth hanging agape. A middle-aged woman with dark brown hair and tan skin was brought in with chains. A metal ring was fixed around her waist, and the heavy metal shackles around her ankles echoed on the floor in miserable tune.

She wore glasses topped with a red frame. From what Luz could see, she was a continually tired woman with heavy bags behind her glasses. Her hair was in a disarray as well as her uniform, one of those outfits you would see in hospital settings. Tears were crudely decorated on the woman’s uniform, particularly towards the bottom where the hem of her shirt was.

“Mom?”

The woman looked up to see Luz running towards her. “Luz!?”

Luz jumped and practically tackled her mother. “Is it really you?”

“It is me,” she stated. She tried to hug her daughter back with her limited capabilities. “I have been so worried about you.”

“I’m sorry, Mom,” Luz said, looking down. “I didn’t actually go to that summer camp that you wanted me to.”

“I am just delighted to see that you’re okay,” she replied, “when those letters stopped coming in, I almost had a mental breakdown.”

Luz felt moisture building in her eyes. She hated that she had to put her mother through that, but she had no other option in order to keep Belos from getting to Earth. She knew that at some point, the letters that she would send her Mom would soon drain up, but she was the optimist believing that she could find a way back home before her mother had the chance to worry.

Amity scanned the woman Luz was hugging. “Who is that, Luz?”

Luz looked back at the young witch her smile shining brighter than before. “This is my Mom, Amity.”

Her mother gave a smile, but it was more forced given the circumstances. Amity’s thoughts spiraled out of control. “My future mother-in-law?” she asked.

“What was that?”

Amity quickly caught herself. “Um, your mother and my mother in the same room.”

Luz’s eyebrow peaked. “Why are you here, Mom?”

Emperor Belos interrupted the reunion disgracefully. “Yes, why don’t you tell my grandchild why you are here, Camila?”

The room grew quiet with not even the sound of a pin dropping on the floor could spur any response. Luz eyed Belos sternly. “Grandchild? What are you getting at?”

“My, Camila, you kept this secret about yourself successfully hidden for years?” Belos asked again.

“Mom, please, tell me what is going on.”

Camila sighed. She exhaled sharply now looking at her feet in deep shame. “Luz, you love the Good Witch Azura books, don’t you?”

Luz nodded. “Me and Amity both; we bonded over them.”

“What if I were to tell you that there is some truth to those books?”

Luz couldn’t understand what her mother was saying at first, but it did slowly start to dawn on her. “Are you saying that you’re Azura?”

Camila snickered a bit and shook her head. “No, no; Azura is a fictional character...but I did use creative liberties when it came with writing the books.”

The thought that the events of the books, regardless of whether they came about as fictious stretches of the actual events, crossed Luz’s mind. “Why did Belos call me his grandchild?”

Camila sighed. “When I was around your age, I found myself in the demon realm much like you – I can’t for the life of me remember how if it was through some door or other means – but I was a foreigner in a world that discriminated against humans.”

Luz listened carefully not noticing that Odalia was singling for her daughter to be taken away.

“One day, Emperor Belos discovered me with some old scraps of metal and trash and decided to adopt me for reasons I did not understand at the time. He told me that humans were unable to practice magic on the Boiling Isles because of them lacking the bile sac necessary for it, so he placed a bit of his evil, dark magic into my body and took me as a protégé.”

“So that was why I was able to see those glyphs?” Luz asked.

“After being trained under him for some time, he told me of the Day of Unity. It was some weird, cultish holiday I had initially taken it. But I soon found out what intentions he had for the Earth, and I fought against him. With his own magic surging through my veins, I easily overpowered the Emperor and...I might have caused him to be in his current unhealthy state of being because I can sense now that Belos is slowly dying.”

Luz saw discarded palisman carcasses around Belos’ throne. “Was that why you wanted me to stop being obsessed with fantasy books and magic?”

Camila nodded her head. “It was a selfish thing for me to do, but I wanted to protect you from the knowledge that such a world existed.” She looked at her feet again likely fearful of meeting her daughter’s eyes. “That was why I was hopeful that the trip would remove that desire so you would never come to this world.”

Luz didn’t know what to say after being given such a bombshell. Her mom knew about the Boiling Isles because she had been there at some point only to somehow escape once things got sour. Now she learned that Belos took her mother in and how she was now his granddaughter. She had his malevolent magic flowing through her body. Her heart was pumping his unholy blood into her veins and through her bloodstream. It made considerable sense because, as was explained to her by Eda years ago, humans could not practice magic.

“Luz?” Camila asked.

Luz was still speechless and incapable of reaction. Belos laughed again and tapped Camila’s forehead with the staff. “I was hoping that I could take your daughter in and have her as a protégé to turn her against you, but that plan went awry.”

He glared at Warden Wrath. “Take her to the execution site.”

Warden Wrath shook his head and grabbed a hold of Camila. Camila’s legs shook but were heavily weighed down by the shackles. “Luz!”

Luz tried to run after Warden Wrath, but Odalia shot a blue stream at Luz; it ripped into the floor dividing it in half. “No wrong step, or I will slice you in two as well.”

“Mom!” Luz shouted. She shot daggers from her eyes at Belos. “Unhand her at once!”

Belos shook his head. “The sins of the past must be made to pay for.” He exited the throne room before turning around once he reached the exit behind the beating heart of the Titan. “I’ll have my master take it from here.”

Nyarlathotep, once more in his Black Pharaoh guise, approached the girl. “Hello once again, Luz.”

“It’s you!” Luz shouted and pointing her finger at accusingly. “Was this all your idea!?”

“I’m not a man who has pre-made plans just hanging there collecting dust,” Nyarlathotep said with a half-serious tone. “Odalia, give her the Necronomicon.”

Odalia’s eyes shot up. “Lord Nyarlathotep, why would-”

“That is an order,” Nyarlathotep replied. His voice went down a couple octaves.

Shaking, Odalia handed the Necronomicon to the human girl and made her leave. Luz had a weird feeling about this. “What game is this?”

“When you are literally older than time itself, it’s always best to play a game to take a load off your mind,” Nyarlathotep answered.

Nyarlathotep snapped his fingers. Above him was a column wherein a trap door opened. From there, she could see a large, glass cage descending. She squinted her eyes to make out the figures. Eda, King, and Lilith were inside. At the side of the cage was Hypnos, once more in his youthful appearance, flowers and all. He held the piece of horn in his hand.

“Eda!” Luz proclaimed.

Eda looked up happy to hear her apprentice’s voice. “Kid, you made it!”

King and Lilith also turned their glances to Luz. King jumped up and down much like how a dog does whenever they are happy to see their owner come back. Lilith smiled as well, but it was a small one. Luz slammed against the cage’s walls. “Youch!” Luz rubbed her injured nose with her hands. “You guys are alive?”

“Nyarlathotep took us as prisoners and had us as bargaining chips for you,” Lilith explained.

“Well, don’t worry, I’ll have you out lickety split!”

“Wait, Luz!” Eda screamed.

Luz smashed her fist on the glass only for it to bounce back. Thinking, Luz looked into the bag to find something she could use to break the cage. She scribbled glyphs on paper and activated them, but it only made the magical glass stronger. Luz turned to her bag again this time drawing out the jar containing the shoggoth. She tossed it at the cage, but, like with the other objects she tried to use, it rebounded and skyrocketed off the glass. It shot across the room and exited out the door when Kikimora opened it.

“Luz, you can’t break the glass; we all tried to break it ourselves, but there’s no use,” Eda said at last.

“There has to be something..” Luz lamented.

“Aye, there is a way, my dear,” Nyarlathotep answered.

“Why should I trust you?” Luz asked in a matter-of-fact way.

“The glass can either be broken two ways; either I can use my powers to free the three captives, or an Elder God can destroy it.”

“Well, I want you to free them!” Luz declared.

Nyarlathotep held his finger up. “Quid pro quo, my dear, quid pro quo.”

“Squid pro what?” Luz reiterated.

“I will free them and you will all go on to live happy lives if you gave me the book.”

Luz held the demonic book between her arms. “But I can’t just give the book over to someone like you.”

“Why not?”

“Because you’re evil; I know somehow you were responsible for the attack on the Earth; a lot of people could die if I gave you this book.”

“Are a million lives more important to you than the lives of your mentor; her sister; and your pet?”

“I am not a pet!” King remarked.

Nyarlathotep ignored the demon and kept speaking. “It would be an unfortunate occasion if they were ripped away from you.”

“Nyarlathotep, before you do your business with the three captives, do allow me the opportunity to give this demon his horn back.”

Nyarlathotep looked at the Elder God with suspicion, but flicked his hand. “At least he should be presentable before dying I presume.”

Nyarlathotep snapped his fingers allowing a small hole to form in the wall. Hypnos slipped the horn into the hole and it resealed after he removed his hand. Eda eyed the horn piece with curiosity. “It looks like it’s the size of your horn, King.”

She dropped the horn in King’s lap and he sniffed it. “Feels like it; smells like it to...how did I lose it again?”

He shrugged and dropped it over the crack of his horn. Before he could say anything further, the missing horn piece slipped in like a jigsaw puzzle. A green light glowed around the horn acting as an adhesive glue. In a flash, everything became crystal clear to King as his memories came blasting in at full force. An overtaking sensation. It all came flashing at once: the woman. The large, bat-like monstrosity with the one, three-lobed, bulging eye. The screams. And the smoky vapor – now he could perceive that it materialized together to form the appearance of a man. A tall man wearing a dark cloak. One who was bereft of any strand of hair and his skin darker than the darkest night. The green orb came out from a spell circle the hideous man drew. His mouth was stretched inhumanly widely into a twisted, ghastly grin.

“Well, what do we have here?” he asked.

King sprawled on the floor of the cage sweat beads rolling down his skull head. He retched but nothing came up. Panic was building within him writhing in anguish for release. He looked at Nyarlathotep with complete hatred. “You were the one who killed my Mom, weren’t you?”

Nyarlathotep looked at him with an amused smile. “You have to be more specific than that, child; I may be eternal, but that doesn’t mean I have an internal memory box that catalogues every individual scream.”

Luz gripped the Necronomicon with anger. “So you killed King’s mother and cursed him?” She looked at the despairing demon. “And you decided to take it as a memento to remember your kill?”

Nyarlathotep shrugged. “As I have said, I cannot be held to remember every one of my little endeavors.”

Nyarlathotep snapped his fingers again. This time, the top of the cage opened with a gush of running water dropping down. Eda and the others were not too freaked out in that moment, but they could quickly see that the more water flowing into their cell, it was accumulating quickly and already taking the shape of the cage. They looked at Nyarlathotep who in turn gave them a look of humor. They banged their fists against the cage’s walls, but it only rebounded on them.

“Nyarlathotep! Stop this nonsense!” Luz yelled. “You’ll drown them.”

“I will free them,” Nyarlathotep promised, “but you will have to give me the Necronomicon in return.”

“And how do I know that you won’t go against your promise?” Luz asked reasonably. It made sense for her to doubt the Crawling Chaos’ claims, but in her peripheral vision, she saw that the water was already up Lilith and Eda’s waists. King jumped on top of Eda’s head to keep his body dry, but this had the negative effect of pushing Eda deeper into the rushing water.

“I’m afraid that they don’t have long for this world, Luz.”

Eda and Lilith were up to their necks. “I always thought it would end by some overdose on potion,” Eda lamented.

Concern was in Lilith’s eyes, but she chuckled at the dark joke. “That’s my Edalyn, alright.”

Luz found herself in internal conflict. She truly wanted to save the three roommates she had, but she couldn’t just hand a book of such cosmic power to the bad guy. Nyarlathotep seemed to read her mind when he spoke again.

“I feel that you think that if something were to befall your teacher, you would be lost in the world.”

Luz squinted. “What?”

“If you were to give the book to me, I will make you my personal protégé; you will learn about all the secrets of this world and truly become the most powerful witch on the Boiling Isles. Leagues above your mentor, and even Belos himself. You can reign by my side as I destroy this world and remake it befitting to our image. The universe and the gods themselves will look at you in favor and you would never have the need to want again. Is that a deal?”

Luz could admit that Nyarlathotep’s deal did have a kernel of her interest. Knowledge over everything could come in handy. While she did love Eda dearly, Eda was at a loss now because of her magic being at an all-time low. Maybe with Nyarlathotep’s help, she could learn a way of curing Eda of her curse and subsequently return her back to her previous state. As she thought, she took another glance at the cage now taken aback. The three captives were completely submerged in the water and were desperately hitting the walls of the cage in hopes of breaking them. Liquid was filling their lungs, cutting their oxygen supply sharply. They moved their legs back and forth in a fishy motion. Yet for every strike and punch they could muster, the cage’s walls jiggled back from the brunt force.

Luz turned to Nyarlathotep. “No; I refuse.”

Before Nyarlathotep’s eyes, Luz flipped the Necronomicon over revealing several fire glyphs on the back. Nyarlathotep’s eyes bulged from their sockets. “Mortal, please reconsider!”

Luz took another glance at Eda and the others and saw that their movements were screeching to a halt and they sunk towards the ground of the cage. Luz had made her decision. She slammed her hand on the back of the Necronomicon, and it erupted in flames.

“No!” Nyarlathotep screamed.

The flames licked the ancient, crisp pages of the Necronomicon and exploded. A shrill hiss filled the air to indicate that the malevolent spirit lurking in the pages of the banned book was dying. Dark green, eldritch smoke crawled out of the embers of the fire and ascended skyward. Luz heard the pages crackle and pop reminding her of the sweet smell of fresh popcorn like the kind you could get at movie theaters. With one final death throe, the Necronomicon crumbled into a heap of ashes.

Luz looked at Nyarlathotep spitefully. “You have lost, Nyarlathotep.”

Instead of seeing his hurt, irritated face, Nyarlathotep was once more smiling. He chuckled deeply from the darkest, deepest regions of his stomach. He held his hands over the burning heap that was once the Necronomicon and absorbed a black light that suddenly appeared. He grew larger with his arms and legs becoming more muscular and pronounced. His abdomen became gargantuan as well to accentuate his broad shoulders. No more did he resemble a human, even if a crude mockery of one. He was now a hulking monster with rows upon rows of sharp, jagged teeth.

A wave of dark power rocked Emperor Belos’ throne room and empire. It shattered the glass cage containing Eda, Lilith and King, and they were washed out on the floor. Eda coughed up the water in a wheeze. “That was close.”

Before she said anything else, she saw Nyarlathotep tower before them. Alerted, she looked at Luz. “Kid, did you destroy the book or not?”

“Yes, Eda, I did, but...something came up that I did not anticipate.”

The ceiling shook and debris started to sprinkle down. From the point of origin, the dark wave of evil magic wreaked havoc through the Isles due to its intensity. Many of the imperial guards were caught in the wave and effortlessly disintegrated. Buildings and houses crumbled from their destroyed foundations compelling the denizens to evacuate from their houses lest they were the casualties. Emperor Belos hid away alongside Kikimora.

“Sire, what happened!?” Kikimora asked.

“It is nothing to be concerned about, Kiki,” Emperor Belos replied. He eyed his throne room. “So it did work as planned.”

Nyarlathotep cackled his deep, monotonous voice shaking the floor. “It has been a thousand years, but it was completely worth it!”

Luz couldn’t comprehend what had happened. “But..but I destroyed the Necronomicon; you saw it.”

“I had already overseen the notion that you would refuse to rule by my side, but the good thing about it is that even if you accepted, it wouldn’t have mattered. I would still have reclaimed the powers that I lost. Even if you destroyed the book, that would entail that my powers would be returned to me either way.”

Luz looked down. “Then it is truly hopeless.”

Nyarlathotep raised his large scepter. “Before I lay waste to this world, I did promise Boscha that I would humor her little battle with your friend; may as well set the stage for it.”

“I’ll find a way to stop you,” Luz declared. It was a heat of the moment thing, but she truly did mean it.

Nyarlathotep chuckled. “After Boscha wins, I guess I’ll honor my deal with Belos and destroy the Earth for good measure.”

With that, Nyarlathotep transformed into a black wind and swirled out of the throne room cackling his head off.

#cthulhu #cthulhu mythos #mythos #owl house #the owl house #owlhouse #lovecraft #nyarlathotep #luz noceda #emperor belos

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kosmosguk · 5 years ago

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Deceptively Angelic (Yandere! Angel Taehyung x Reader) [M]

Description: There’s something darker about the strange man that you’ve wondered upon and let into your home. But you’re convinced he’s an angel, a celestial being from heaven, and everyone knows angels can’t sin.

Writing: Smut Fic

Word Count: 2.5K

[Warning: Yandere Themes. Smut. Read at your own disclosure. Literally an excuse for me to throw in that good good stuff tbh. Also,, this is my first time writing smut oop]

Taehyung was the epitome of perfection.

He was gorgeous, beautiful in even the simplest of garments, and each of his features, from the soft slope of his nose to the plush rosiness of his lips, was certainly carved by heaven Itself.

He had told you that he was an angel, sent down here to fight off the demon that had been planning on harassing your village, and he was so ethereal that he must’ve been right. Angels can’t lie after all.

He was ethereal, even when you found him on the damp muddy forest floor, limp and bruised in the bloodiest manner. He had looked at you, a mere village girl clutching onto a woven basked filled with flowers, with those deep pools of rich honey filled with so much pain. Who were you to ever refuse the pain of an angel? You carelessly took him in right then are, resolutely deciding that you would heal him.

After all, he was a man--no an angel for goodness sake--who was so beautiful and kind-looking; what was he going to do to or with a simple, plain orphan who made a profit over selling flower bouquets.

The answer was nothing. Or at least, it should’ve been nothing.

And it was nothing for a long time. You spent your free time tending his wounds in the cramped hut you called a home, and he, in return, kept your home clean and cooked lavishly warm, steaming dishes, ones you’d never even had the privilege of experiencing, with a flick of his long, elegantly-formed fingers. It was a peaceful relationship, a mutual one of respect and quiet compassion for the other’s presence.

You were grateful for his presence, even a little grateful for the damned demonic being that hurt him. You were so lonely, with no family tending after you, and he was warm and kind.

So it should’ve been nothing. And then it became something.

You had been plucking flowers, delicate blooms of peachy pinks and sky blues, for a bouquet you had been wanting to gift Taehyung. Tucking in the soft, delicate petals of a pure white rose, ones that must’ve been the exact shade of his wings, you hummed to yourself in delight. Taehyung would love these.

You heard footsteps crumbling leaves and scuffling stones from behind you as you straightened your back, spinning around dramatically to unhand the suspect.

‘‘Kim Seokjin?!’‘

You exhaled the words out sharply in a gust of disbelief, your eyes blown wide at the presence of the tall broad-shouldered gem of your tiny village.

Kim Seokjin was much too handsome to be the son of an artisan, with his looks straight from the prince in a fairy tale book and his pretty heart-shaped lips, and he was also much too handsome to be talking to you.

He was one of the wealthiest, and he had everything together, not like you who was surviving with each coin you could get.

His cheeks flushed a cute cherry red, his ears blazing the same shade, and averted his eyes almost shyly for a second before returning your gaze with a steady, determined look.

‘‘(Y/N), I’ve always noticed you,’‘ he started slow, his voice almost cracking from his nerves,’‘ Your smile leaves me breathless, and you’re as kind as you are beautiful. And I want to ask you for your hand in marriage.’‘

Your smile froze on your face, paralyzed from the rush of surprise that overcame you.

What? What did he just say?

He let out a nervous laugh, something so unlike the most confident man in the village, before turning around and rushing away.

‘‘Please let me know your answer! I’ll be meeting your here tomorrow, same time!’‘ he called out from behind his shoulder, scurrying away like a boy caught sneaking away a pastry. You couldn’t move, feeling the rush of heat overpowering your cheeks, and you let out a shaky wispy exhale.

You liked Seokjin--he was kind and always bought bouquets from you--and if you married him life would be much easier. You’d get to wear dresses and not have to worry about the next meal ever again.

Also, he was handsome, almost as handsome as the angel you had presiding in your home.

If the actual angel you had at home noticed the high of elation you were on, he didn’t comment it. You had placed the bouquet in his arms, a beaming smile instead of the usual bashful curve of your lips, and even gave him a soft pat on the top of his head. You softly sang under your breath as you took down the laundry, grinning foolishly as you folded the clothes.

It wasn’t until you both had sat down at the small rickety table, dishes filled with still simmering hot spicy stew and steaming bowls of rice between the both of you, that he had said something.

Blowing on a spoon of rice, he pursed his lips and glanced up at you from underneath thick, long lashes,’’ Your mood...It seems better today.’’

Your grin grew even more and you exhaled a wistful dreamy sigh,’’ Taehyung, you know how a few days ago you were worried about how I was going to do after you had to go back to your heavenly duties?’’

Taehyung stayed silent, his eyes steady on you, his knuckles turning white as he clenched the spoon tightly.

You ignored his silence, leaning forward slightly and almost knocking over your bowl of rice with your elbow,’’ Kim Seokjin, the son of the local artisans, asked for my hand in marriage! I was picking flowers nearby and he came up to ask me. Me, especially with all the better girls in the village! I’m going to say yes tomorrow night.’’

Snap!

The metal spoon broke in two pieces, the fragments clanging onto the table loudly.

‘‘Are you okay?’‘ you gasped, leaning forward to grasp at his hand.

He smiled, though something about it seemed off, sinister. You were too happy to focus on the what ifs of it, glued to your thoughts. After all, he was an angel; he couldn’t be sinister.

You spent the night and the next day, right up until the very second, stuck in your blissful state of mind. The sun seemed brighter, the birds’ song more beautiful than ever, and even the dirt that caked your fingers seemed enchanting.

You were so happy that something could’ve gone completely horrible and you would beam. And then something did go completely horrible, and it was almost ironic that you thought that before because your smile, eventually, did fade.

It had been two hours since you were supposed to meet with Seokjin. The warmth of the day faded into a chill, the sky darkening as you huddled by the meeting spot, trying to protect your body from the harsh wind.

You heard footsteps, feet crunching the crisp leaves, from behind you.

‘‘Seokjin? Where have y-?’‘ you began to ask, turning around,’’ Taehyung?’’

Taehyung stood there, his hair wispy and messy but still beautiful nonetheless, but there was something different about him. Maybe his eyes, the way they were hooded and dark and oh so scary. Maybe his clothes, the way that the fabric seemed dark even with the dim lighting of the night. But he was still your Taehyung, right?

‘‘I was worried about where you were, so I remembered what you said yesterday and,’‘ his voice was cut off from you flinging yourself into his arms, sobbing into the fabric of his clothes.

‘‘He didn’t even show up. I must look like a fool right now, waiting for him. He was too good for me anyways and I was foolish and thought maybe-,’‘ you were cut off by the firmness but softness of his lips against yours. It was hot, steamy, and your noses brushed against each other as your hands went into his hair.

‘‘Never say that. He’s a fool for thinking he was even worth you,’‘ Taehyung’s voice was breathless as you both panted, gulping in swallows of the night air.

You sunk into his embrace, the only reply being as you kissed him against, this time even sloppier and more heated.

You don’t exactly remember how you got home, but all you could focus on was pulling off Taehyung’s clothes and your own.

‘‘Taehyung, Taehyung, Taeh-,’‘ your cries were cut off with a lengthy high-pitched moan as he pinned you onto your bed, sucking marks into your soft skin as his hand traveled further down, moving your undergarments aside as he sunk a thick finger inside you.

‘‘You’re so fucking hot. I can’t even resist you,’‘ he breathed, his eyes lidded as he pumped his finger in and out, adding another finger and then another, and watched you thrash on the bed, desperate for his touch.

Taehyung was an angel. Angels weren’t supposed to sin. But you didn’t care, not when he was rubbing his fingers against that rough part in your walls and the way his other hand came to circle your swollen clit over and over until you clenched your eyes shut and came, messy and hot, over his fingers with a mewl.

He sucked on his fingers, enjoying the sweet, musky taste of you, and you swallowed heavily at how sinful he looked savoring your essence.

Your cheeks flushed a pretty red, blooming like the red petals of a rose, as he tugged your undergarments and pulled down his, exposing a length that was certainly, though you had never seen one before, the best on earth.

He looked into your eyes, his hands toying with your clit softly as you whimpered at the overstimulation, your voice coming out in beautiful-sounding pleas,’’ Please, Taehyung, fuck me already. God I want your dick so badly mmh-!’’

Your begs were cut off by him sinking into your wet, hot folds.

He reeled over at the sensation, a loud groan puncturing the air,’’ You’re so wet and tight and fuck- You’re going to make me cum so quickly.’’

You pulled him even closer to you as he let you adjust, your walls nervously fluttering around his dick in such a heavenly way that made it even harder to hold back. You nodded, your eyes shy, as you got used to the uncomfortable, albeit a little painful sensation.

‘’Please, fuck me,’’ your voice was meek, and God did you even know what you were doing to him.

It took him everything to not completely ravage you right then and there. He pulled out until the tip was in you before thrusting back in, testing how much you could handle.

‘‘Faster, faster,’‘ you begged as he continued thrusting. He slammed his length into you faster and faster, going even deeper if that was even possible. His dick kissed your cervix, and the way the burning in your stomach twisted made you tighten around his dick and pull out another heavy groan from his throat. You could only moan, trying to roll your hips up, though it was a bit clumsily, to get him deeper into you.

The coil in your stomach threatened to snap, burning hotter and hotter with each thrust at your womb, and your mewls grew even louder and breathier.

‘‘I’m gonna- I’m gonna cum!’’ you moaned out shakily as you peaked over your release. Your vision was a hot blur, and the fluttering of your hot, wet walls around him was too much to handle. He came with a breathy, deep exhale of your name, biting into the crook of your neck harshly and painting your walls in a burning white.

Feathered wings, the color of pitch black and the night sky instead of the pure white you had been expecting, ripped through the flesh of his back, protruding from his skin and hanging over you. Feathers rippled down around you in a drizzle, and his hair, the color of a soft pale blonde, darkened into an ink-black.

‘‘Taehyung,’‘ you breathed out, twitching around him in the midst of your recover,’‘ You’re- You’re a-.’’

‘‘Demon. I’m not the angel you thought I was,’‘ his eyes, the ones that used to be the shade of honeycombs, were red, crimson like a deep shade of blood.

‘‘Were you the demon that,’‘ you sucked in a breath to calm yourself,’‘ that was planning to come for the village?’’

He pulled out of you, though there was a slow hesitance and he cradled your form that began to tremble, fear gripping your heart in a cold deadlock.

He smiled--Taehyung’s smiles were always so warm, or at least the Taehyung you had believed in smiled like sunshine and crackling fires on cold days--coldly, menacing.

‘‘I was. The angel that was supposed to kill me put up a good fight. But then you came along and you were so pure and kind when you decided to take me in. No one had ever done that for me. Hell, though you believe it to be hot, is cold for the damned. How was I not going to fall for you, the you who was so sweet and soft and not deserved in this scum-filled world?’‘ his hand came up to stroke your cheek and you flinched.

His eyes darkened, and you didn’t know whether it was at your obvious fear or because of what he was going to say next.

‘‘But then that son of a bitch, Seokjin was it, came along and wanted to take you from me. So I did what I was supposed to as your caretaker, as your lover,’‘ his grip tightened around your cheek, his nails slightly digging into your skin,’‘ I killed him. I left you waiting there for a while to show you that you needed me. Not anyone else. Though, I guess it was a bit of a punishment for you thinking another could love you like I.’‘

He nuzzled into the crook of your neck, and the heat that had been blazing in you chilled at the action. He was a demon; what were you going to do against him? You didn’t even have a chance.

‘‘But all is forgiven. I’ll take you back to my home. It gets so lonely there, even with the constant reminder of the damned around me. You’re my mate, I even marked you so,’‘ he traced a finger on the bite mark in your neck, grinning as you winced in pain,’‘ And now that we’re mated, you’ll be my loving wife, won’t you? The warmth in hell that’s all mine. You don’t even have a choice.’’

He pressed a soft kiss against your cheek, his wings wrapped around you loosely as you began to cry, the numbness of shock fading away. Dark hands bursted through the ground, gripping onto both you and him as they pulled and pulled you both right into hell.

As the darkness faded and the coldness sank in, you realized that maybe, maybe there was a reason that angels could fall down from heaven. That maybe angels could sin.

You just never thought you, a simple peasant girl in a small village, would be at the hands of that realization.

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rotten-games · 6 years ago

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Apparently when I’m way too depressed to eat I write smut. So. Have one of the things I promised you ages ago. Just 1500 words of pure filth and some angst. It got too long to actually finish without it turning into 3000 words of smut so...

Next will probably be Spotter or one of the ladies.

Also the nsfw tag will now be ‘sin bin’ because it’s amusing to me.

Arke kisses you like a dragon devours its prey; it’s messy, filled with saliva and perhaps too much tongue, with an intensity like a fire burning eternally on his lips. Maybe your mouths press together a bit too much, but at this point you’re far too involved to care. As you coax gasps from his chapped lips, you find it difficult—and indeed, lack the desire—to stop the grin that pulls at the corners of your mouth.

Your desire for one another is palpable but, between your history and Arke’s penchant for picking the worst possible men for him at any given time, you find your blood cooling in your trousers. You have to tear yourself away before you can fully comprehend the prudence of the situation. You nibble on your cheek as you take in Arke’s form, wide-eyed and confused as he stares back from his position pressed against the wall. He’s beautiful, you think, all flushed and panting as he wills you closer again with tousled russet hair and his previously eagre hands that now trail tentatively up your back.

You so want to continue, you’ve wanted this for so long—perhaps longer than you care to admit—but Arke has been burned before. And the demons that whisper curses through your mind tell you that you could never be worthy.

“Are you sure?” The words spew from your lips before you can stop yourself, leaning against Arke’s collar with chaste kisses pressed to what skin still shows. All you receive is a small whimper, and you tear your mouth away, forcing yourself to look him in the eyes once again. He swallows, hard, and nods his head. But that, surely, can’t be good enough, your mind tries to tell you, how could anyone who’s experienced what Arke has at your behest ever wish to be close to you?

Maybe Arke has known you for so long that he understands just what you’re thinking, or perhaps you never realised you were voicing your concerns, but he pulls you chest-to-chest with him in what he must think is a comforting gesture. It almost is.

“Of course,” He says hoarsely, clearing his throat awkwardly as his blush travels down his neck and under his tunic. He sighs, kissing you on the nose and stroking his fingers through your hair. There is a rumble in his chest and his stubble slides against your cheek as he engulfs you completely in his arms, a strong hug that threatens to lift you off the ground. And by the Gods you need him.

His lips find your neck and kiss and suck and, for but a moment, you’re paralysed. Perhaps by fear, perhaps by your own misgivings, but then you press against Arke and he hisses through his teeth as his back hits the wall again with a little more force than is necessary. But still he melts, and he melts, with each caress, with each kiss pressed to his brow, his mouth, his jaw. And by the time he’s pleading for something more you’re only just finding the courage to hike up his tunic and fumble with his belt.

Arke tugs at his tunic, something you purposely avoided in case… the scratchy piece of cloth is quickly discarded and you’re surprised when he doesn’t hesitate to pull you in close, lips rough against your own. Your hands hover over his shoulders, his chest, his stomach, settling instead at his hips. You don’t miss the whine the bubbles up in his throat, the needy hands that slide up your back and slips your shirt above and off your heated skin.

With increasing ardour, the two of you kiss, breaking off to trail your lips down his neck, gently brushing by the leathery skin, dappled and fused by fire, that covers his chest. Arke’s breath hitches, and you stop. “No?” He shakes his head, his chest quivering with each broken gasp of a breath.

“No.” Arke finally manages, and you quickly move back to his lips, kissing him slowly and entwining your fingers in his own. When he relaxes against you again, completely pliant under your care, you ask if he wants to stop. All you receive is the whine of a hoarse, “No! Gods, no.”

Sliding a hand down into his slacks, the other still occupied by Arke holding tight, he let’s out a stuttering groan, his hips canting forward into your fingers as you stroke him with a torturous slowness that has him keening. Pressing a kiss to his ear, you can’t help but comment. “Just a little bit pent up?”

He grumbles through his moans, but otherwise doesn’t answer, his face nuzzled into your shoulder. With a grunt, you unhand Arke to grapple with his belt, sitting on slim hips too narrow for the clothing. He groans at the sudden lack of touch, and grumpily does your work for you, shoving his trousers down with his underthings. You stop him with a chuckle when he lunges for your own, squeezing his wrists and bringing them back to his side. “Soon,” You promise, kissing down the expanse of Arke’s broad chest, flattening your tongue against his nipple before moving on. He hiccups another whine, callouses pressed to the back of your neck as you suck and nip at his navel. His stomach jumps as you once again take hold of his length, dropping to your knees completely to nose at his thighs.

For a few quiet moments you take your time to suck purple blossoms into his skin, pressing the flat of your tongue against the sensitive marks as they’re made. Arke shudders above you, sucking on his bottom lip as he tries to thrust up into your hand, but he’s far too weak at the knees to fight against your weight forcing him to still. Finally, as he softly pleads for you to do anything, you divert your attention to his straining shaft, begging to be the centre of attention.

You look up at Arke, lips only just ghosting the swollen head, and laugh as he swallows thickly against his hand. He pointedly looks away, shoulders quivering in a half-laugh. Caressing the marks you made in his skin, you snort as the motion of your bodies smears precum over your lips, tongue darting out to taste him in that teasing way he denies he loves. A groan erupts from Arke’s chest, and he covers his own lips, eyes wide and staring at you as you run your tongue all the way up his length. All he can do is whimper in response.

“Relax,” You coax gently, caressing his hips and thighs in vertical motions, pushing him back up against the wall for perhaps the third time now. After a time, Arke finally obeys, resting the back of his head against the cold brick and taking a deep breath. Maybe it’s the pride swelling in your chest, but you can’t help but say, “Good boy.”

Eyeing Arke, who peers at you with half-lidded eyes, you lower your lips to his shaft, encircling the head with a content hum. Arke is warm on your tongue, his fingers rough against your scalp, quivering gasps only just on this side of restrained. He’s but a moment from letting go, from submitting and allowing himself to enjoy it, and when you feel him relax with a happy little sigh, you take him fully into your mouth.

Though you can’t quite reach the base without choking, your hand encircles what is left easily enough. Slowly, you set a pace, bobbing your head in the most torturous way that Arke can’t help but push his fingers harder against your scalp. His thumb digs into the junction where your ear and jaw meet, sucking in through his teeth as you speed up your motions just enough that he’s satisfied, pressing your tongue up against him with each journey back to the tip. You think there must be drool on your chin, but you can’t bring yourself to care, too enraptured by the quivering of Arke’s thighs, the increasingly more vocal moans and nervous praises that spill from your lovers’ lips.

When Arke comes, you’re ready for it. He doesn’t make it subtle when his fingers dig into your shoulder blades and tries to push you off, but he doesn’t seem to mind when you swallow him all down. You pull off him with a wet pop, smirking evilly at him as he crumples into your arms. He pouts, shushing your incoming words with a far-too-heated kiss for a man who’s just spilled down your throat. He doesn’t even seem to mind tasting himself as he pulls away and licks his lips. But still, when you cup his cheeks in your hands, he attempts to pull away.

“’S embarrassing,” Arke says, and you think he thinks he’s telling the truth—you of all people know what it’s like to rationalise and rationalise until you believe your own words—but you can’t be certain it is the truth. But that is not a thought for the now, because right now he’s already palming you through your trousers. Arke flushes and presses his lips to your own again, sighing with content as he whispers, “How can I return the favour?”

And you’re suddenly acutely aware of the precious friction that is the palm pressed to your aching arousal.

“I’m sure I can come up with something.” You say as you promptly drag him into bed.

#sin bin #short #arke #I love my boy okay #which means he has to suffer

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star-crossedfidelity · 6 years ago

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~ Zoya’s story: The Fairest Maiden ~

Mun!Yuki: Okay so this month has been busy so far! But I still needed to finish on last thing before I can actually relax. And that is the story of Zoya as today, May 13, IS HER BIRTHDAY!!!! This actually takes bits and pieces from her past, especially the difficulties she has as a vampire. There is a lot of things while writing this that honestly made me feel bad for Zoya. And that’s saying something because I enjoy writing angst for my characters. But she is the least experienced and the most innocent out of all of the family.

WARNING: THIS CONTAINS A MASSACRE, AN ATTEMPT OF NON-CONSENSUAL SEXUAL INTERCOURSE, MENTIONS OF TORTURE, ETC.

ENJOY!!!

Phoebe Neve.

That is my name.

Or at the very least, it was my name.

I grew up differently from others.

I wasn’t born with warmth.

I was born out of necessity.

In the world I lived in, Warmth was non-existent.

A long time ago, most of my family members were attacked and killed in the Demon world by hunters. As we were pureblooded vampires, we do not die easily; However, it is not uncommon that pureblooded family become targeted. It was just uncommon for the assassination to succeed.

Eventually, the remaining family members left, a pair of cousins that would eventually become my parents, suspected the attack coming from the former Vampire King, Karlheinz, as the Neve family have always been traditionalists and has always strongly opposed to the possibilities of ever co-existing with humans, as well as learning of his connections with a leader of a powerful hunter’s organization.

Thus, the survivors escaped the Demon World into the Human world to go into hiding from Karlheinz and the hunters.

To keep the bloodline alive, they joined together and gave birth to me.

I am now the sole heiress...

My days were all spent with a schedule:

Morning Tea in the sunset.

Ballet and Waltz lessons at dusk.

Afternoon tea at night.

Piano lessons at Midnight

Etiquette Training at early morning

Practicing different languages at dawn

Preparing for bed and sleep at early sunrise.

My father would often be away at his office and check for any trespassers, and my mother would either be in the library or occasionally check up on my studies.

Being from a family of traditionalists, my mother wants nothing more from me that to become a proper lady.

“A lady must be elegant and proper; To accomplish that, you must not err. Confidence is key. Show class, be dignified, and express grace. A lady is a woman of her word.”

Those were the word of advice I always hear from my mother.

Mother was very talented since she was a child; She was said to be the gifted child in the Neve family. She was the perfect lady. So of course, I grew up seeing her as a role model. However, she was never petty or arrogant, but rather cold and distant.

“You do not need to worry yourself with such trivial things. You are a pureblooded vampire. You must focus on your training. A lady must not be distracted. Logic over emotions. I will not listen to any of your excuses for your failures. Do I make myself clear, Phoebe?”

Even when I was a child, I was often taken care of by the maids. Mother was more like a stern teacher than a parental figure. She never holds back on her words.

“Lady Phoebe, your mother is awaits for you in the ballroom..” One of the servants would inform me

“Very well; Thank you.” I would respond.

I grew up with living in a world that lacks warmth...

Words such as “warmth”, “fun”, and “happiness” were non-existent.

I.. never knew what it was like to be a child...

My existence was a necessity...

Even after Karlheinz’s death, My parents refuse to risk going back to the Demon World.. They are quite cynical after hearing from a familiar as of what happened after his death back in the Demon World.. and despite the death of the leader and the organization they run is no more, there are still vampire hunters out there... wanting all vampires dead...

By now, everyone believes that the Neve family was no more... but Mother and Father didn’t want to risk it...

Until it is secure and I am given a partner that will grow strong enough, I am to live a life of solitude..

At least... that is what it was suppose to be..

I remember drinking my afternoon tea when it happened. While looking out the window to watch the snow fall.

‘This is what they call “Winter”... correct?’

There were blood curdling screams from the front of the entrance..

I quickly run to the scream to find masked humans with weapons..

‘Hunters...!’

And the bloody corpse that I recognized on the floor being...

“...!”

‘M... Mother...?’

In shock, I covered my mouth and tears swelled up; Quickly, I run in hopes they do not find me. I try looking for anyone that can help.

“Oi! There’s one!”

Unfortunately, I have failed to remember that hunters, according to my studies, have better hearing and senses than most humans; So of course, the moment they heard my footsteps and sensed my presence, they started to come after me.

“Don’t let that leech get away!”

As I ran, I felt one of the hunter’s bullets shot my arm. “Ah!!!” I screamed in pain.

Immediately, the maids and servants stopped to see what was going on and tried to fight them off, only to get killed on sight.

I immediately make it to the library where I tried to hide in a corner until I felt a tight grip on my wrist. Frantically, I struggled. “Unhand me! Unhand me!!!” I screamed.

“Phoebe, keep quiet!”

Hearing the familiar voice, I look to see it was my father. “F-father..! Mother is..!” I couldn’t finish my sentence as I was choked up by my own tears. “Yes, I am aware. But you need to escape.” He takes me to one of the shelves where there was an air vent on top. “Go through there, it can take you straight to the garden; Run as fast as you can from here until you can get to an area with a high population.”

Without hearing me speak, Father pick me up and shoves me up the shelf. I look down in uncertainty, “But.. what about you, Father?” I questioned, as my voice wavered. “Do not worry about me! Just go and escape from here! You are the last survivor of this family!! Remember what your mother and I have taught you! You must not err! Now flee!”

I could only nod before opening the air vent, crawling inside before closing it up. “Goodbye, Father...” Before turning and beginning to crawl away to make my way to the garden, my ears pick up the door of the library slamming open and the sound of a gunshot that left nothing but silence.

Holding back from letting anymore tears out, I continue crawling. I kept crawling and crawling until I was finally out.

As soon as I made it to the garden, I just ran.

As a vampire, I cannot get sick. So of course, running through even thick snow would not do me any harm.

As I continued to run, a reddish color came to view from the snow. I turn around to see the mansion I’ve spend my entire life living being lit up in flames...

Everything.. was gone...

Shaking my head, I remind myself to task to continue my escape and survive in any means necessary...

What ever the cost...

After some time, I came across what looks to be a city.. from what I remember, a city was an area with high population...

“Perhaps I shall be safe there...”

The wound in my arm healed, so I was alright to move.

However, as soon as I got there, I felt overwhelmed by how high the population was.

There were so many... I couldn’t figure out what to do first...

I look up at the moon... it was full... I felt my throat burning...

Instantly, I tried to look around to find a place to calm myself down. My eyes met with an alley and I quickly move to it. Once I felt a moment of solitude, I sighed in relief. It was dirty. But at least I was finally calm.

I observed my surroundings.

‘What do I do..? I have nowhere else to go.. What if they find me? I still can’t control my abilities yet...’

I look down at my hand with a sad look.

Father and Mother resorted to taking the blood from servant or anyone else that stumbled upon the mansion; However, during the full-moon, I have only ever drink the blood of animals Father hunts. His reason was that I must take small steps at a time. The lust for blood can be a frightening experience, especially on a full-moon.

As for my abilities, I have not been taught how to master them yet. I was told I would in time; However, I must focus on my studies. After many years of hiding, they did not think to teach me sooner. Either it was because I was not ready, or there was no reason to as a pureblood’s strength can easily surpass the strength of others without abilities. Mother did mention that a lady is to be elegant and civilized. I suppose to master my abilities at a young age would be highly barbaric in Mother’s eyes.

“What do I do...?” I could not help but question myself out loud.

That’s when it happened.

“Haaah?? What’s a pretty young lady doin’ here???”

I spotted a strange man, appearing rather feverish from the red hue upon his face, wobbling towards me. I felt very uncomfortable under his gaze as he flashed a lecherous smirk.

“M-May I help you...?” I questioned him. At the time, I couldn’t understand why I was being approached by a man who did not know who I was.

Suddenly, he started getting closer to me, and I have begun scooting away in suspicion. Once I tried to get up to leave, The man’s smirk widen as he grabbed my wrist and pushed me to the wall in a rough manner. “How much?” He asked. I couldn’t help but blink and remain confused and fearful. “E-excuse me?” I questioned once again, after I have managed to find my voice. “You heard me! How much for a night? You’re pretty cute too. I can pay you extra.”

That’s when I felt his hands start to roam around my body. That’s when I knew I had to escape. I struggled and tried to push the man away, “Unhand me! Unhand me!!!” I tried to scream until the hand used to touch me was place upon my mouth to silence me. “So feisty.. If you enjoy playing Hard-To-Get, then...”

I became horrified as soon as he used his hand that help my wrist to captivate both of my wrist and started to place his lips upon my skin. I started to cry in fear as I couldn’t let my voice out once again, permitting him to release his hand from my mouth and resume to place it on my body.

I have never felt so disgusted in my life.

I want to go back to the mansion.

I want to see Mother and Father again.

I hate this... I hate this...

Suddenly, I felt something unlock...

But it became blank to me.

Because, while I remember the non-consensual touches, all I remember in the aftermath was being my face drenched in foreign blood and fragments of ice on the floor. To this day, I only remember fragments of what happened within the blanks in dreams. Such as screams of horror and pain, cries and pleads for mercy, and a body frozen into ice before being shattered into pieces.

And I happen to be somewhere else than where I was before.

Is this how I shall survive now?

...

My actions were barbaric... But until I am secured and safe from those hunters.. I must continue to run...

‘Zoya... Zoya...! Zoya!!!’

My eyes shot open from hearing a voice call for me.

And the person I woke up to was Zion.

“Thank god you’re awake.. You looked like you were having a nightmare.” He looked at me, his eyes mixed with worry and seriousness. I shook my head in response. “I was only reminiscing on the past.” I replied as I slowly got up from my bed.

Silence enveloped us. “... Permission to hug?” Zion asked. I looked at him and slowly nodded. Without another word, Zion wrapped his arms around me and started to cradle me. How could a human’s embrace be so warm? Especially from a human that was short and hot-tempered.

I allowed myself to calm, thanks to Zion. And he decided to speak. “You know, you really came a long way.” He chuckled. “How so?” I asked, curiously. “You would’ve never let anyone, not even me, touch you or let alone hug you like this. But you’re trying to break through. And that’s something you should be proud of.”

I couldn’t help but let out a small smile. “... Thank you for refusing to give up.”

Zion smirked playfully, “Sure thing, Snow White.”

I will admit, if it were not for Zion, I would not have tried to overcome my fears.

If it were not for my new Mother and Father, I would be dead.

I would not have known what warmth truly was if it were not for this family.

I may not trust other humans..

But as Zoya Mukami, I will live my life indebted to this family that took me in regardless of the baggage I haul, and welcomed me as if I was truly family.

This is where I belong now.

This is my new home.

This family is the only human family I will ever care for.

Thank you...

~ END ~

Note: Fun fact, The reason for the title to be “The Fairest Maiden” is because there are some things in Zoya’s story that alludes a bit on Snow White’s story;

For example, her parents and her new family with the Mukami’s are like the Seven Dwarfs that basically protects/save her, keep her safe, and/or lets her live with them with conditions.

( 2 + 5 = 7; Her parents made sure to isolate themselves and keep Zoya indoors all of her life to keep her safe and alive, as well as her Father has her escape so that she may live as the sole survivor; Ruki and Hisoka protects her from the hunters if she agrees to let them adopt her, Juliet and Leon protect her by taking the roles of older siblings to her, that they are human and younger than her), and Zion would be there to protect her with his life since they are very close.)

The Huntsman is basically the hunters that found Zoya and her family; The queen wanted Snow White’s heart, the hunters can only kill a pureblood by the heart or by cutting off their head. While it is actually her father that told her to go into hiding on her own to protect herself, it was still the hunters that lead Zoya to flee.

The drunk man Zoya killed that tried to take advantage of her and her experiences in the city is basically like the Haunted Forest in Snow White; Frightened and alone in a place unknown that seemed hostile; The Haunted Forest in Snow White is also similar to what fogs Zoya’s mind with cynicism.

#yuki’s writing #zoya mukami #zion mukami

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avengerdragoness · 7 years ago

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Day Three: Cocoa & Skates [Damian Wayne x Reader]

Requested by anon: “For the Christmas requests. One where you and older damian are drinking hot cocoa and ice skating and the other boys are like aw?”

A/n: DAY THREE!! Hope you guys love it! I enjoyed writing this one because I love writing damian all happy and cute! (Also sorry if there are any typos, I didn’t have time to proofread it before I have to go to a Christmas party) _____

One thing that shocked Damian’s brothers was when he first said that he couldn’t go on patrol that night because he had a date. All of their jaws dropped as he adjusted his scarf before trying to slip out the front door.

“Whoa whoa hold on” Jason grabbed Damian’s arm. “You have a date?”

He nodded, “Yes now unhand me Todd!” Damian roughly took his arm back before trying to get back out the front door. Only for Dick to stop him then, “Who is she? Do we know her?” He questioned and Damian groaned before pinching his nose, “No! And I am going to be late now thanks to you buffoons.” He growled before turning and rushing out the door, slamming it behind him.

Just then Bruce walked into the foyer to see Tim, Jason, and Dick staring at the closed door. “Did Damian leave for his date already?” He asked, all three boys whipped around. “You knew?!” Dick asked, a bit hurt that Damian never told him until just then. Bruce nodded, “I needed to know his reason for not going on patrol.”

“Do you know who the girl is?” Tim questioned next. Bruce shrugged, “A girl from his class at school.” Saying before he headed to the kitchen to discuss something with Alfred.

Each of the brothers exchanged a look. “We’re following him right?” Dick asked. “Oh yeah” Jason grabbed his jacket before the three of them rushed out the front door.

You had been waiting eagerly on your doorstep. Wrapped warmly in a coat and sweater with your scarf wrapped around your neck, a hat keeping your ears warm, and gloved hands stuffed in your pockets. Sighing and seeing your breath in the cold air. Checking your phone to see the time, he was five minutes late. “Where is that dork?” mumbling to yourself.

Just then a car pulled in your driveway and a smile pulled at your lips. Opening your front door you yelled, “Bye mom! Bye dad! See you when I get home!” before skipping down the stairs to your porch and approaching the car. Damian had gotten out to greet you. “Sorry I’m late, my brothers wouldn’t let me go.”

You shrugged, “It’s okay, I wasn’t waiting too long.” He smiled before opening the passenger door for you to climb in. Thanking him you did so. Unaware of the three brothers watching you both.

The drive was fun, doing a lot of talking and getting to know Damian more. He didn’t talk much in class and despite being a Senior barely anybody in the school knew much about him. But you learned a lot in that car ride, he was surprisingly open with you. Learning about his many adopted brothers and how he didn’t always live in Gotham. Though he wouldn’t tell you where he lived before. But you didn’t press.

When you got to the outdoor ice rink you were basically bouncing with excitement. You loved ice skating and it made the date that much more special and exciting for you. Damian could see the excitement in your features and your attempts to suppress it. He couldn’t help but smile at it.

You both got out and rented skates the moment you got to the booth renting them out. You got yours on far faster than Damian and were ready to go the minute he finished tying his second one. Grabbing his hands you pulled him up and to the rink, “Come on!” Laughing while leading him to the rink.

Damian couldn’t help but grin at your childlike behavior, finding it rather adorable.

The minute your skates hit the ice, you were already a yard ahead of Damian. He laughed while he caught up to you. Noting he was surprisingly good at it and didn’t seem to falter once. “You’ve never skated before?” Asking him as he glided beside you.

“Not once” He shook his head. “Well” You smiled, “Consider me impressed, normally people would’ve fallen about three times by now.” Chuckling to yourself.

“Not to brag but I am quite the impressive person” He teased and you rolled your eyes nudging him with your arm. “Don’t get too cocky on me, I like your sweet side.” Saying while you hugged his arm, making a small blush dust his cheeks. Though, nonetheless, he smiled softly.

Dick, Tim, and Jason were watching from the opposite side of the rink. “Awwww” Dick cooed, watching as you hugged Damian’s arm. “Who knew Demon Spawn could be nice?” Jason crossed his arms watching as well. “I sure didn’t” Tim answered, a bit confused about how Damian of all people could get a girl who seemed so sweet.

After skating you and Damian decided to get some hot chocolate and take a walk through the park the ice rink was at. There were a bunch of Christmas lights that decorated the trees and lamp posts. Along with wreaths and other decorations. It was like a winter wonderland.

You guys walked through the path, talking and laughing the entire time. Even continuing after finishing your hot chocolate.

Damian hadn’t even noticed his brothers following them the entire time. Completely enthralled with you and you alone. And you were just the same with him. During the walk you were slowly building up the courage to do something to show how interested in him you were. After stopping to look at a certain set of lights you got up on your tiptoes and kissed his cheek.

Damian was glad the cold had already made his cheeks rosy, so, you didn’t notice his blushing. But the moment was a bit ruined when a loud ‘Awwww!’ was heard from behind you. Damian immediately recognized the voice and whipped around to see his brothers hiding behind a bunch of bushes and Jason hit Dick on the back of the head for being so loud.

“You have got to be kidding me! You followed me!?” Damian yelled at the three men. You remained standing there confused. “Umm” you looked at Damian from an explanation.

“I am so sorry” He apologized and shook his head. “These are my brothers.”

Dick was the first to step forward. “Sorry Little D, we just wanted to see if you actually had a date.” Jason was the next to speak up, “I’m still shocked.”

Damian groaned and you giggled a little. “I didn’t know your brothers were so sweet.” Telling him and his eyes widened as his gaze shot to you. “What?!”

Dick grinned and smiled at you, “I like her already.” Jason nodded, “If she can put up with Demon Spawn she has all my respect.” Tim chuckled and stuffed his hands in his pockets, “She even got him to smile, are some sort of superhero or something?”

You laughed and Damian rolled his eyes. He was glad you were getting along with his brothers, but did it have to be right now? On your first date. Sensing the bit of annoyance coming off of Damian you tugged on his hand. “Um, it’s getting late.”

Damian nodded and turned to his brothers. “I have to get her home. Bye” He said before beginning to lead you away. Laughing you waved goodbye to them. “It was nice meeting you!”

The rest of the walk you giggled at Damian’s annoyance with his brothers. “They must care a lot to follow you.” That made him chuckle, “They’re annoying.”

Shrugging, you grinned, “I think it’s cute.” Saying before stopping him. “Buuut” You got up on your tiptoes again to kiss his cheek, “I think you’re way cuter.”

Damian allowed a smile and wrapped his arms around you, “Well, I guess if you can put up with them and still like me. Then another date would be something I would really appreciate. One where we don’t get followed.”

Grinning you wrapped your arms around his neck, “That, would be an amazing Christmas gift.

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daikonchild · 4 years ago

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part 2 to the artsy crime au thingy!! read the first part!

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It had only been a few hours since their little fight, along with Ren’s sudden realization that he was in love with Seruni. He couldn’t stop thinking about how addicting his lips were, how amazing he was to be around, everything, it was what made his heart flutter. He didn’t understand it, but he loved it.

“...Hm...” Ren glanced over at the house husband, his small shadow flowing it the room. The noise of his tap shoes or whatever they were, it was pretty recognizable to Ren. The incubus groaned, before grabbing his arm and yanking him down, “Warm~...”

He didn’t know what was coming over him. Maybe it was that he hadn’t hugged Seruni all day, maybe he was just an attention whore for him, either way, it really didn’t matter to him.

“H-Hey! Stupid d-demon! U-Unhand me!” Ren just pulled him in even closer, taking in his warmth and cuddling him. “I-I...”

Ren grabbed his cheek, tilting his chin up and kissing him softly. “Mm...” Seruni trembled within his grasp, but soon his eyes shut, grabbing the incubus’s face. Ren hadn’t expected that, but just held Seruni closer, not a care in the world. It might have been a nasty mortal, but his lips were so soft and Ren wasn’t passing up a chance to make out with someone as attractive as Seruni. Neither of them knew what had washed over them, especially after that fight, but it just, it just felt right.

“R-Re-Mm...” Seruni was trying to speak, but it was clear he didn’t want to ruin the kiss, Ren just kissing him harder. Ren, considering he was a demon, didn’t need to breath too much, forgetting about Seruni.

His tongue flicked at Seruni’s lip, and instantly.

“Fuck-“ Seruni pulled away, trying to catch his breath. “Fuck...” He panted, hands still on Ren’s face. Ren didn’t move his hands from Seruni’s waist either, a bit dazed from the kiss. He had gotten amazing kisses, usually them being heated and horny, but this... That was so much better.

“Can I-Can I do that again?”

For a second, Ren thought it would be the same thing all over again, but at the same time, he was hopeful. “Wh-What? O-Oh uhm... Y-Yeah... G-Go ahead...” Seruni was swiftly pulled down again, Ren way too clingy and needy to let him go.

It slowly evolved into more, and you can guess what happened because Cell doesn’t write NSFW of these two because wholesome comfort ship.

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The soft panting of the two filled the room, Seruni clinging onto the incubus’s body, both of them sweaty and messy. Seruni with hickeys, scratches, bite marks, hand marks, anything you can imagine, all over him, while Ren had scratches from Seruni nails all over him, along with semen.

“Ah...” Both of them didnt say a word, Ren simply pulling Seruni down to the bed to cuddle. He usually didn’t do this, but Seruni seemed to enjoy it. But then.

“Alright... Let’s... I’ll get aftercare ready.”

“...Is that some hideous mortal thing? Is more sex?”

“N-No...” Seruni blinked, before jolting his head back to look at the half lidded eyed incubus. “Wa-Wait. You don’t know what aftercare is?”

“...Uh no..? Is it something I should know..?” The white haired boy blinked, his face tired.

“Yes? You... You’re extremely sad. C’mon. Let me show you.” Seruni got up, his legs trembling. “Fuck-Ow... D-Did you have to go t-that fuck-fucking hard..?”

“Uhm... Yeah.” Ren joked, standing up next to Seruni.

“Just fucking pick me up you stupid demon...” Ren sighed at the nickname, picking him up. He knew there was still a lot of tension left from the morning. Seruni pointed towards the restroom in Ren’s room, walking it. It was a lot more like a mini spa, with the large jet shower-bath-tub thing or whatever Seruni had called it, the cleanness, but he wasn’t complaining.

Ren walked by the bathtub, awkwardly standing there. He sat on the floor, Seruni grabbing a bottle of something, before turning on the tap, water gushing out. Ren watched, having never seen something like this.

“Woah...” He leaned against the edge, watching all the water pour out. Seruni found it cute, leaning against Ren’s shoulder as he watched, stars in his eyes. “It’s so pretty...”

“Mhm...” After a few minutes, Seruni grabbed a few more objects, Ren raising an eyebrow at it, but overall not caring as the tub filled up. Seruni turned off the tap, before tossing in the objects.

Fizzing noises, Ren became even more interested, the objects fizzing into multiple colors, the air smelling almost like berries.

“Daikon Daikon, look~!” He sounded so passionate, Seruni giggling at how happy he was. He sounded like a little kid in a candy store, waiting for his parents to buy him the limited edition treat. “C’mon! Lemme get in-“

“Not yet, stop being so hasty you dumb demon...” Ren whined, poking at the bombs, letting them fizz and prick at his fingers. He watched as Seruni poured the liquid in, staring intently as bubbles started to form. He leaned forward, gently popping them, jolting back.

“There’s... So many...” Ren smiled, Seruni not minding his childish attitude.

“Get in, I’ll sit in your lap since it’s your first time with aftercare.” Seruni vaulted himself over the bath tub, allowing Ren to lean against the side, before Seruni sat on his upper leg area. “Good... Now just relax, focus on whatever you want, space out for a little while.”

Ren was confused, before feeling something in his hair, Seruni’s hands rubbing and scratching. “Oh~... Woah...” He felt the horns being washed off, his hands wrapping around them and just cleaning them off, Ren’s thoughts starting to clear, being replaced with how cute Seruni looked like this.

“So~... Woah...” He smiled, a dorky look at Seruni’s hands moved away. The demon felt so cared for, like he himself was the demon prince and Seruni was his little suitor, treating him like the only man alive. Like his knight and shining armor.

Another head massage, noises of pure joy leaving Ren’s lips. He was so fucking happy like this, trying to think of something besides Seruni, but his mind was just clouded with him.

“Wah~... Is this aftercare~?” Ren felt the soap, or at least he was told was soap, being worked through his hair, feeling a few bubbles around him as he tried to comprehend a sentence.

“Yup. We’re only just getting started though. So get ready.”

Seruni’s hands started cleaning his wings off, getting off any scum or dirt, acting like a little maid. He was so determined to make Ren smile, and there Ren was, knowing this was everything he wanted in like. Even if Seruni wasn’t a the cute little demon boy/hot ass demon dilf, Ren was completely okay with becoming a needy little idiot for him.

Well, he was a mortal, that was a negative trait. But they could get around that. The only issue is that they’d have hybrid kids, and that Ren would have to use magic to mix their DNA to have kids since he was a he. Still, it didn’t bother him that much. Even if he was the only mortal he was going to be able to trust.

...

Wait, wait, what was he even saying? Kids? Ew. He was a mortal, there wasn’t anyway he was having kids with a disgusting mortal, no matter how handsome he was, no matter how good in bed he was- Nope. He wasn’t. He found mortals disgusting.

“Human?” Ren looked at Seruni, his hands wandering around his body. “Lemme try something...”

“Is something-Mm... W-What a-are you...” Ren was quietly kissing any marks he had left, Seruni’s face heating up. He usually didn’t get this kind of treatment when he was doing aftercare. “A-Ah... S-Stupid de-demon...”

Ren quietly chuckled, too busy worshipping Seruni’s neck. Seruni’s hands keep cleaning each part of Ren’s body, making sure he wasn’t in too much pain. He was trying to make sure not of the scratch marks he had left would actually be permanent.

“Daikon pet?” He had finally used the nickname he had originally given him, looking up at him. “What are all these bruises on your body? These... These aren’t the ones I left?”

“Oh uhm... They’re...” Seruni sighed, “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Huh? I-Oh, yeah, of course.” Ren went quiet, looking to the side. He didn’t want to pry too much, worried he’d tick off Seruni.

Ren went back to being dazed, eyes closed as Seruni’s hands worked on his body, washing it off and treating it like it was some sort of treasure. He felt warmth inside, not from the water or anything, but just, in general. He felt warm inside, like something had been burning his heart. His stomach felt like it was doing flips.

He knew he was in love with the mortal, but it was hard. He hadn’t ever experienced this kind of feeling, only being cold to everything and treating them like absolute shit. But this mortal was a bit... Different from the rest. Ren felt safe, like Seruni was some sort of god who was sent to care and tend to him.

“Hey, Daikon.” He glanced up at him. “What... What are we?”

“Huh? The fuck is that supposed to be?”

“Are we lovers?” Instantly Seruni’s entire face heated up. “W-Well, you’re constantly being all, uhm, like this a-and I kinda wanna be lovers..? I mean, I know we fought just this morning, but I feel like I’ve had time to think about how I feel towards you and, yeah!”

“I-I... We’ve barely...” Seruni shakily sighed. “I don’t k-know.”

“Well, uh...” Ren was tense as well, not knowing how to properly ask someone out. He hadn’t ever been on a date himself. “Well uhm... What do you wanna do?”

“I-I...” Seruni looked afraid, his face a bit pale. Ren could tell that he didn’t have a good experience with relationships.

“How about, we try going on a practice date? I mean, I think that would be fun to try? And we can figure out if we work well together? And if we don’t, then... I don’t know.” Ren glanced back at him, Seruni still looking a bit distant. “Is everything alright? We don’t have to if it makes you uncomfortable!” Ren tried to reassure the twink.

“No no it’s... It’s not that.” Seruni took a shaky sigh. “I haven’t been on a good date in a few years, j-just fear. It’s-It’s not related to the fight.”

Ren nodded, before grabbing Seruni’s waist, pulling him close. “Hey... This is just to try it out? You’re a mortal, and I hate mortals but... I think if it’s you, I-I wouldn’t mind giving it a shot.”

“I...” Seruni was staring for a second, before hiding his face in Ren’s neck. “I-I suppose it’s f-fine...”

“Then that’s what we’ll do! We’ll have a little practice date!” Ren grinned, sharp teeth showing a bit. “Will that work?”

“...Pfft...” Seruni wrapped his arms around the demon. “Yeah... I-I’d like t-that...”

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Ren officially knew it, he didn’t know the fuck how dates worked. Seruni had gotten a bunch of servants to help hide his wings, Ren being in an excruciating amount of pain with the corset, having to wear a headband to make it look like his horns were props, the tail being hidden by being taped up to his back and a baggy sweater.

Still, Ren thought he looked nice, the outfit didn’t bother him too much. Tight jeans, baggy jacket, pretty aesthetic sunglasses, he didn’t look half bad. He didn’t know where Seruni was though, the boy saying he would be a bit late.

“Hey.” Ren tensed up at his voice, spinning around almost instantly. He looked ethereal, like some sort of god had blessed with good looks. His glasses were propped above his head, a sweater vest and a white button up shirt on, denim shorts on.

“Hey~! You don’t look half bad human.” Ren snickered, too busy staring at his appearance.

“I-O-Oh shut up. Y-You’re... Y-You’re pretty as well stupid...” Seruni rolled his eyes, acting like a small child with a crush, trying to play it off like he wasn’t in love with him. He still somehow had the local coffee shop boy mixed with cottagecore vibes just like before.

“Thank you~. Now where are we going today Daikon?” Even though he was a demon, he had a dumb smile on his face, sharp teeth pointing out. No one seemed to notice luckily.

“Ah, I didn’t really know where you wanted to go, so I know a place. Come on.” Seruni grasped his possible partner’s hand, before starting to walk.

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It was... Absolutely beautiful. Ren hadn’t ever seen anything like this in the human realm.

They were on the edge of a cliff, a fairly safe one, no one around. There was a forest to their side, but to the other side was a bridge. A large river was in front of them, only a few people there kayaking as a family or as friends or whatever complex dynamic they had. The sunset shone over the water, making the sky different colors.

Seruni had drove them there, at the end pulling out some amazing looking food that he had made, Ren beyond flattered. His heat was fluttering so fucking much, slightly embarrassed that Seruni had planned all of this within a span of two days. He hadn’t ever thought that someone would go through that much effort for him.

And there Ren was, resting on Seruni’s lap, Seruni running his fingers through Ren’s hair, the pair close to the edge, but not close enough to fall off. The white haired simp had been a bit afraid of falling off at first, due to the inability to fly with a corset tied around his waist. It wasn’t too annoying, but it hurt.

“Hey, Ren?” Seruni looked down at the taller. “What kind of demon are you?”

“Oh! Incubus!”

“Wh-Huh!” The human flinched, watching Ren laugh on his lap. “No, wait... That explains a lot...”

“Aw~, did my flirting get to you? Are you madly in love with me and every time you’re around me you wanna cuddle with me?” Ren winked at him, Seruni lightly smacking him. “Hey!”

“Shut it-Mm...” Seruni looked away, before closing his eyes, “Pfft~...”

“What’s so funny?”

“How much of a fucking dork you are at flirting...” Seruni laughed into his palm, trying to play off his amusement. “You’re so confident but you’re such a dork.”

“Ugh, fuck you.” Ren fake pouted, before thinking of a comeback. “Well~, am I cute dork? Do I make you swoon?”

“...U-Uhm...” Seruni sighed shakily, before speaking up. “A-A bit...”

Ren’s eyes lit up, “Aw~! Thank you!” He hugged his waist, not wanting to move from his lap.

“W-Whatever!” Again like a child trying to play off his crush on the other. Ren found it sweet, deciding not to comment on it.

The wind blew a bit harder, the bridge swaying a bit. It was nice, peaceful to say the least. Ren was a bit lost in his mind, a darker place, but he wanted to say it. He didn’t want to say it a lot, mostly due to fear, but he felt like it was important.

“Mmm...” Ren stared off, taking another bite of the sandwich. He wasn’t used to this kind of affection, but did he mind? Hell no. “Hey, Daikon?”

“What’s up?” Seruni had slowly adapted to the nickname.

“Do you hate me because I’m a demon?” Ren asked, looking him directly in the eyes, watching him go quiet, before taking a deep breath.

“Yes.” Ren took that personally, before hearing Seruni continue, “Slightly... I don’t know. I mean, I hate that you’re a demon, but I don’t hate you. You... Is it...” Ren watched the supposedly calm Seruni stumble over his words. “...I... F-Fuck, I-I’m i-in love with you.”

Ren blinked, hearing those words leave Seruni’s lips made his heart quake, it was so fucking nice to hear. That the man you had been pining after loved you back.

“B-But!” Seruni tried to fix his words. “...I-I’m scared about this, b-but I-I think it’s-its worth i-it if you-you’re helping...” He was trying to formulate a sentence, trying to explain simply that he was in undying love with Ren and that each waking second he wanted to grab his stupid face and kiss him.

“I-“ Ren went quiet for a second. It didn’t seem like it was the perfect situation, but at the same time, he liked the thought of being with Seruni. Even so, it wasn’t a bad idea. He thought the same about Seruni’s mortalness. “I’m fine with that then. Would... What would that make us.” He pointed between them, Seruni looking away.

“...P-Partners...”

“-In crime?” Ren spoke up, looking at Seruni.

“...Yeah, if that’s what you want to be.” Seruni softly smiled, it being so much more sincere. “Then... We’re partners in crime.”

Ren might have had the biggest grin on his face, shifting around, before pushing the boy back with a hug, dropping his sandwich to somewhere he didn’t care about.

“Fuck yes...” Ren hugged him a bit tighter, squeezing him like he was some sort of doll. He was already crying of pure joy, so emotionally starved, but it felt better if it was with someone.

Ren spoke up again, looking Seruni directly in the eyes.

“I love you so much Daikon...”

“...I love you too you stupid demon.”

#artsy crime #nblm #mlm #demon/incubus #demon x house husband au #gays

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