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at1nys-blog · 10 months ago

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Thunders leaving hints

Pairing: not much of a pairing to be honest

Summary: something out of the ordinary happens and Percy Jackson is furiously mad

A/N: I know I have WIPS piling up but shhhh. Also this was based on a post by @awesome-shoes-with-wings and I had to write this just for fun so is not as good as my other works but is something. For the requests, I’ll be finish them shortly I hope

They didn’t know where they were going, the only thing they knew was that wherever was safer than what it was supposed to be home.

New York had been chaotic the past couple of weeks both for the mortal world and the…immortal one.

They knew about the monster living among humans, knew about the gods and goddesses watching over them. The deities appeared in their dreams every now and then leaving cryptic messages that only made sense in dreamland.

The last one was the most weird message they received, talking about a camp in Long Island where they could stop by for a while before starting their journey back again.

It took them a couple of days, walking around the forest to finally see the entrance of the so called Camp Half Blood. Before stepping in, they looked around, making sure no monster were after them, if they were they didn’t want for the campers to be in danger.

Something, stroking their leg made them jump out of their skin but when they noticed it was just a cat, once again, they felt relieved.

“Why do you guys keep scaring me like that.” They started saying while getting down on the animal level. “Thank you for keeping me good company.” They added before taking out of their backpack a cookie to give the cat a piece of it. “Okay now…” standing up they took a deep breath. “Let’s do this.” And they stepped foot at camp.

Hestia was minding her business when she saw the kid getting inside, eyes still on the situation she called Zeus over.

“I think you need to claim them as soon as possible before Perseus pays us a visit.” The father of the Gods was caught unprepared for this, choking on his ambrosia.

“I don’t have kids to claim.” He said frenetically, looking around hoping his wife wasn't around, who knows what she might think of this.

“Are you sure?” The Goddess asked, she just wanted to make sure they were not going to get a visit from Percy anytime soon. She loves the kid, dearly, he is a sweet boy but she knows how scary he can be, just like his father’s domain.

“I’m 100% sure THAT is NOT my kid to claim. If anything they look like they could be Hera’s kid if she was anything like me.” Thunder, at the mention of Hera’s name, there were thunders which surprised both Zeus and Hestia.

“Are you so scared of her you can’t control your thunders?” Joked the Goddess but again, it wasn’t Zeus.

The two deities dropped the conversation there, if his brother claimed that wasn’t his kid after mentioning Percy Jackson than Hestia cpuld believe he was telling the truth. That was not his kid.

Percy Jackson was furious, it had been three hours since this kid got at camp at the Gods didn’t say a word yet. He made it clear, they were to claim their kids as soon as possible.

For the son of Poseidon it had been a struggle the first hour with the new camper, but everyone talked some sense into him, wait, maybe their godly parent is busy with something, but Percy was sure it wouldn’t be difficult to just send a little message even while busy. They didn’t had to drop at camp, looking at their kid and saying ‘yep that’s mine’ they just had to send a little glowing little symbol, nothing that would take literally a second.

“I’m going to talk to them. They are coming with me” He couldn’t wait longer.

“Whoah whoah whoah. Hold your horses man, Annabeth and Chiron asked you to wait until tonight. Maybe their parent is busy.” Stopped him Grover.

“Man, I love you, I do but I’m pretty sure is like sending a text message. You can do it everywhere you are, whatever you are doing.” It was a fair point, the satyr agreed.

“Okay, but what if…” the glance that Percy sent him scared his best friend, who just shut up. There was no way he would make him change his mind. “You are scary.” Grover commented under his breath, praying the Gods Percy didn't hear him.

“They only had one job. One hell of a job.” Another set of thunders and lighting rumbled on Earth. “Don’t get mad at me Zeus, fix that or else…” he shouted at the sky. “I’m going to take a shower since I have to wait. Keep them company.” He said pointing at the new kid, who was having something to eat with the Hermes’ kids.

Three hours and yet nothing. Zeus called a meeting 30 minutes after he noticed no one was going to claim the new camper but all the major Gods came with the same answer ‘is not mine’ but how was that even possible?

It wasn’t a kid of the minor deities either and he was going crazy about this.

“Can you guys tell me who is so stupid to go against Perseus?” It came out naturally, everyone looking at Zeus confused. “What? That kid is worst than Poseidon here.” The God of the sea was smirking, proud of his boy being feared by his “all mighty” brother.

“Not to be that Goddess but have you noticed they attract cats like they are catnip? Could that be used to find who between us is their parent?” Said Athena and, as if a lightbulb turned on in their little godly brains, everyone agreed, and the twelve gods turned their head to Artemis.

“You people have to be kidding me. I swore celibacy.” Her words did not affect the deities. “I would give up immortality than laying in bed with a man.” Disgust filled her tone at the use of that word.

“It was worth the shot.” Commented Apollo. “So who else here loves cats.” He added looking deep into Ares’ eyes.

“Stop staring at me.” If anything Apollo’s gaze on him intensified. “Oh for the love of me, just because I had a cat as a partner ONCE now that means every kid that like cats is mine?” The war God had to take a step away from Apollo, not standing the way he was looking at him so close and so deep. “Look if that weakly thing was mine I would send something else to keep them safe.” He added which only made the Sun God coo and teased him for being a softie. “I’ll show you how much of a softie I am…”

“Stop it. If you keep fighting between one another, we will never find out who between you created them. Now…” started Hera, who only wanted this day to be over.

“Maybe is one of the nymphs’ kid?” Suggested Dionysus.

“Man you should really shut your mouth. If that was the case we wouldn’t be here.” Iris interjected before anyone else could. “Listen, that one is not mine okay? Now I need to go.” And she left, just like this but she knew the others would believe in her words, she wasn’t one to lie. On the other hand… The pro liar between them did not say a word yet which Hecate had to point out.

“What if the cats are just a disguise? What do you think about that Hermes?” Oh Gods if she was having the time of her life at this exact moment. Knowing who the demigod belonged to was so much fun, she had to thank Freya for this. “Isn’t it weird that he didn’t say anything? Maybe they are yours? Or do you know something?”

“The only thing I know is that my wings are killing me right now. Good me, I never flew this much in ages.” He said.

“Why are you avoiding my questions? Am I right? Are they yours?” Of course she was mistaken but Gods if she was loving it. Now she understood why Eris loves to create dramas.

“That is not my kid. As Ares here, I take pride in my children’s talent and they are not good enough to be my kids.” Thunders once again. “Zeus you really need to check on your thunders. If the go ballistic once again I might start crying.” cried Hermes. While everyone was trying to figure out who was behind the kid’s creation Hecate was having so much fun, trying her best to not laugh at their faces.

It was at the end of the day, when Percy came to Mt. Olympus looking at the twelve Gods with eyes filled with rage that Hermes had an enlightment.

“Uhm guys, I think I might know why we couldn’t find out who is their parent.” Hestia and Hera rolled their eyes, while everyone else was so ready to jump him. “Is because their godly parent is from another pantheon.” Thunders started rumbling in the background, like a laugh.

“Dad stop this.” Zeus' kids said in unison.

“Is not me.”

“Is not him, that is Thor laughing at us. He had been sending them all day long, how could I not notice that sooner?” At the gods faces turning into a question mark, Hermes just sighed. “Didn't you noticed he would use thunders every time we belittled the kid? No one? Really? Wow.”

“So, you are saying that there are other Gods out there? And they still don’t claim their off spring? Alright, can you tell me where they are? I need to take it out on someone.” And Percy was ready, so ready to knock some good manners into the Gods, he didn't care if they are powerful being that could easily kill him.

The gods had to block him there before he went on doing something stupid.

“Kid, that is so nice of you but they are already claimed, pretty much since birth.” said Hermes, knowing about you from Loki.

“The cats.” The other said in unison.

“This is why Loki called me last week and asked me so many questions about Camp Half Blood.” Oh, that God was in for a good group jump.

Leaving Mt. Olympus Percy was content with the outcome: the new kid was already claimed, the Greek gods had nothing to do with it and another pantheon was revealed to exist. ANOTHER PANTHEON EXISTS?! He wished those Gods didn’t like him very much but with his luck? He was ready to get a quest the second he walked back into camp.

“I just hope it is local and I don’t have to go to Canada once again.” If only he knew what the Fates had in store for him.

#*ೃ༄ at1nys blog˚◞♡ ⃗#fanfiction based on a post on tumblr #percy jackson #percy jackson and the olympians #percy jackson fandom #percy jackson imagine #percy jackson fanfiction #greeks gods #reader insert #percy jackson reader insert #percy jackson platonic fanfiction

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caramel1mochi · 5 months ago

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Do you write ships? May i req chamber x yoru if so? Like brimstone makes chamber and yoru train together Im rly curious to see how you’d write chamber. You made him so scary in your chamber x reader ^^;

Heya, thanks for the req! Agent ships are super new to me but I hope I did this one justice. I also wasn't sure if you wanted them together or not so I kinda guessed hahaㅤ I might've gone overboard with this but I missed Chamber don't blame me please

ㅤ [ Yoru x Chamber ]

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Please don't copy or steal my work and pass it off as your own! If you'd like to use one of my headcanons or something, I'd love it if you tagged or asked.‎ ‎‎ ‎

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If you were to describe eternal torture for a few agents, you'd get varying answers. For example, Kay/O feared losing his closest friends, Breach feared eternal imprisonment, Clove feared their immortality catching up to them...

And Yoru?

Well, Yoru had this unreasonable hatred for a peculiar Frenchman dubbed Chamber. And his biggest fear was to forcefully spend more than a few minutes with him, especially alone... Actually, no, it would be just as bad in front of other people.

Anyway, why did he despise Chamber so much? No reason. Well, okay, no discernible reason.

You see, getting any evidence against Chamber was like drawing blood from a stone. That meant that Yoru’s gut feeling that this man was a horrible malignant tumour who had enough money and ‘love for animals’ to cover up how evil he is would remain just that — a gut feeling.

So, in the meantime, Yoru hated Chamber for his haughty persona and… yeah.

In spite of all of this being public knowledge, this fear came true today, and nobody other than Clove was there to comfort him. Actually, no, he wasn’t even sure why they were in the training range with him to begin with.

But he'd still much rather have Raze set off an explosion right on his face instead.

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"So, yer telling me ya gotta train with Chamber today?"

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Clove reiterated as they leaned on the counter, watching Yoru diligently inspect the Stinger he held.

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"Tch. Yeah. Thanks for reminding me."

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"Oooh, unlucky. Would ya like a wee butterfly? I heard Japanese people see it as good luck."

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Clove held out their hand and allowed a single butterfly to move across it, slowly making its way to Yoru. But he shoved the insect away with his free hand instead.

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"From where, TikTok?"

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"Dinnae knock it, Yoru. It can be useful. Ya know, I learned CPR from it just yesterday!"

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Yoru rolled his eyes.

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“Yeah, that’s reliable.”

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"Wait, wait, if you see the dafty, you'll tell him what I told you, aye? About his outfit, and all."

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"Do it yourself, you coward."

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He retorted nonchalantly, observing the magazine as he slipped it out of the weapon. Clove, however, was greatly taken aback by this.

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"Who're ya calling a coward?! I'll have you know, I jump off of cliffs for fun!"

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"Okay, prove it. Tell him."

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“Alright, I will! Watch me!”

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Just then, an unfamiliarly deep voice popped up from behind them that interrupted their little conversation.

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"Tell me what?"

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To accompany their surprise, a slew of butterflies burst from Clove as the duo turned to meet the gaze of the Frenchman.

Chamber stood before them with one hand in his pocket, looking down on the younglings. Seems like they hadn’t noticed him march down the hallway and finally go through the entrance.

Though Yoru greeted him with a look of pure disdain, Clove simply cracked an awkward smile.

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"Nothing! We were only havering."

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Yoru couldn't help but notice the drastic change in their tone as they spoke. And given how quiet the area is, their voices definitely echoed — that meant that Chamber also caught on to this little shift. However, ignoring the butterflies landing on their shoulders, Chamber simply kept his gaze on Clove without breaking eye contact.

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"You can tell me, Clove.” He inclined his head. “I don't bite."

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More butterflies emerged from them, much to Yoru’s frustration. With an audible click, he forced the magazine back in the weapon and hung it back on the weapon’s rack.

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"Tch. It doesn't take Einstein to know that's not true."

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"Agh, whisht. I was just about to leave."

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Clove pointed at themselves in an attempt to restore their confidence. Yoru, however, knew that they were only leaving because the rate of butterflies they were inadvertently summoning started to get uncontrollable.

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"Text Iso if you need me, aye? I'm off for today!"

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Clove took a few steps back, before taking the nearest turn to disappear as quickly as possible. Yoru knew this wasn't natural for the Scot, and he immediately shot Chamber another glare.

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"You just know how to make people uncomfortable, don't you?"

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In response, Chamber simply gave him a once-over; it was a look that subtly radiated disgust. Then, a sly smile etched itself on his features. He turned on his heel and began moving towards the control panel not too far away. Presumably to start the training.

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“What, are you too good to reply, now?”

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Yoru spat out as he turned back to the weapons rack and grabbed a Vandal.

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"Ah, no, not quite. I'd simply rather make this situation less bothersome. For myself, of course."

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"Yeah. Yourself.” He turned the safety off. “Because the world revolves around you, huh? I know how it works for narcissists."

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"Narcissist? That's quite a big word, Yoru."

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Yoru shot him a glare. But their position meant that he only stared at Chamber’s back.

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"What's that supposed to mean?"

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"I mean that narcissist is a big word."

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"No, you're saying something else. You're saying I'm stupid, aren't you?"

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Chamber lightly laughed, taking out his signature Headhunter and taking a few steps back. It was only when the bots were summoned did he realise that he’d started the training.

One bot appeared, and the Frenchman calmly took aim.

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"I'm impressed at the conclusions you're able to draw, Yoru."

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Just before he could pull the trigger, the bot was shot, falling limp to the ground. There, he noticed that Yoru was now moving towards his general area out of the corner of his eye.

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"Yeah, right. I know what subtext is. It's what cowards like you use to avoid saying what you actually mean."

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"Ah. Of course." Chamber aimed at another, but the Japanese beat him to it again. "I'd be flattered at how much you studied me if you weren't a mere afterthought."

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Yoru sighed and shot the third bot Chamber aimed at, further amusing him.

It felt like he was this close to shooting Chamber instead. But for the love of everything holy, he knew he couldn’t just do that. Killing a fellow co-worker was, you know, not allowed, even though Sage could totally revive them and all that stuff.

He really should've prayed for patience before this.

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"Keep talking, Chamber. Sage won't undo what I'll do to you."

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The Frenchman lightly laughed. Again. But instead, he withdrew his weapon and glanced at Yoru, ignoring the bots as the appeared and disappeared behind them.

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"Okay, go ahead."

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He stopped shooting.

Yoru promptly glanced up at him in confusion.

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“What?”

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“Truthfully, I believe all you do is hide behind empty threats.” He gestured at his Vandal. “So, prove me wrong. Shoot me.”

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By the look in his face, his cocky posture, Yoru inferred that he wasn't riling him up anymore.

For a moment, he was tempted to actually rip his head off, but Yoru knew better than to expect stupidity from Chamber. There’s something going on, isn’t there? There’s no way he’d just do something like that without...

Yoru lifted his gaze. His eyes locked on an awry black circle on the ceiling above them, one with a faint red dot just beneath it. That’s one of Cypher’s cameras… Right, they were being recorded. Of course they bloody were, they’re in the training range.

But that also meant that Chamber did this on purpose.

Yoru opened his mouth to bite back, but he couldn’t really speak. Not with the knowledge that they were actively being watched. He was forced to bite his tongue and keep shooting, only mumbling a silent 'whatever'.

And he minded his own bots this time.

He felt the triumph coming from Chamber as he took out his gun once more and began shooting alongside him, their scores now slowly becoming equal.

And so, they continued training in silence. It was unbearable.

Even when neither of them spoke, Yoru could feel his judgemental aura mock him for everything. The way he held his gun, his posture, heck, even his outfit. Being around him just made the Japanese capable of feeling everything, even the sensation of his gloves as they pressed up against his hands.

This is gonna be a long afternoon.

#valorant #valorant chamber #valorant yoru #yoru #chamber #yomber #valorant fanfiction #help #how did i just find out #about how popular this ship is

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wearelondonhq · 8 months ago

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TWILIGHT SAGA SENTENCE STARTERS. feel free to change pronouns / change the sentence(s) to your liking.

Happy Meme Day!!! If you want to take part all you have to do is reblog this post. Remember if you reblog to send them out to EVERYONE who also does. Meme lasts from today until the next Sunday (the 26th of May).

❛ i’ve got it, i’ve got it! i’m all right! ❜

❛ you fell down two flights of stairs. you went through a window. ❜

❛ i’ll do whatever it takes to make you safe again. ❜

❛ you’re in here because of me. ❜

❛ ( name ), calm down, everything’s alright. ❜

❛ you just can’t say stuff like that to me. ever. ❜

❛ rip him apart and burn the pieces. ❜

❛ where else am i gonna go? ❜

❛ where should i meet you? ❜

❛ i put a new can of pepper spray in your bag. ❜

❛ i’d never given much thought to how i’d die. ❜

❛ c’mon, we gotta talk boys! are you being safe? ❜

❛ dying in the place of someone i love seems like a good way to go. ❜

❛ i have to go home now. you have to take me home. ❜

❛ you were a stubborn child, weren’t you? ❜

❛ when everything’s done, i’m going to come back and get you. ❜

❛ leave me alone! it’s over! get out! ❜

❛ that’s gonna be a home run, right? ❜

❛ i’m gonna make it go away. i’ll make it go away. ❜

❛ what am i gonna say to him? ❜

❛ death is peaceful. easy. life is harder. ❜

❛ i just want to try one thing. stay really still. ❜

❛ i can’t hurt him. ❜

❛ ( name ), you are my life now. ❜

❛ this isn’t real. this kind of stuff doesn’t exist. ❜

❛ we can do more stuff together. ❜

❛ you’re not gonna drive home right now. ❜

❛ ( name ), c’mon. i just— i just got you back. ❜

❛ why don’t you lemme drive? ❜

❛ if i don’t leave now then i’m just gonna be stuck here like _. ❜

❛ what if he kills one of us first? ❜

❛ babe, c’mon, it’s just a game. ❜

❛ is it enough just to have a long and happy life with me? ❜

❛ i’ll keep her safe, ( name ). ❜ ❛ you’re ready right now? ❜

❛ i/we won’t be bothering you anymore. ❜

❛ i dream about being with you forever. ❜

❛ if anything happens, i swear to god. ❜ ❛

❝ I decided as long as I'm going to hell, I might as well do it thoroughly. ❞

❝ I said it would be better if we weren’t friends, not that I didn’t want to be.❞

❝ What if I'm the bad guy/girl/person? ❞

❝ Do I dazzle you? ❞

❝ The right thing isn't always real obvious. ❞

❝ You’re still waiting for the running and the screaming, aren’t you? ❞

❝ I am not really breaking any rules. ❞

❝ You think I regret saving your life? ❞

❝ I always say too much when I'm talking to you. That's one of the problems. ❞

❝ I know love and lust don't always keep the same company. ❞

❝ Do you like scary stories? ❞

❝ No matter how perfect the day is, it always has to end. ❞

❝ I miss you. ❞

❝ Distract me, please. ❞

❝ You really should stay away from me. ❞

❝ It's too easy to be myself with you. ❞

❝ It's not the end. It's the beginning. ❞

❝ Your hair looks like a haystack, but I like it. ❞

❝ I'd rather know what you're thinking - even if what you're thinking is insane. ❞

❝ Can't you just thank me and get over it? ❞

❝ You've got a bit of a temper, don't you? ❞

❝ I don’t like to lie – so there’d better be a good reason why I’m doing it. ❞

❝ Without the dark, we'd never see the stars. ❞

❝ I hate you for making me want you so much. ❞

❝ Immortality must grant endless patience. ❞

❝ I'd rather die than stay away from you. ❞

❝ I love you. It's a poor excuse for what I'm doing, but it's still true. ❞

❝ I wished there was some way to explain how very uninterested I was in a normal human life. ❞

❝ I'm feeling extremely insignificant! ❞

BONUS! UNDER THE CUT, FIND A FEW MORE FROM NEW MOON AND ECLIPSE:

"what part of 'mortal enemies' is too complicated for you to—"

"i don't think you should dump all your other friends for your boyfriend."

"sure, sure. i'll stop by your crypt after school."

"do you really think hurting her is better than protecting her?"

"i thought it would be something faintly realistic."

"look after my heart — i've left it with you."

"if i get hurt, it was because i tripped."

"i'm not going to hide out in the forest while you all take risks for me."

"let's get this stupid party over with."

"i am not really breaking any rules."

"i wondered why i was being so formal. must be the nerves."

"how can we be friends, when we love each other like this?"

“you try very hard to make up for something that was never your fault.”

“you didn’t choose this kind of life, and yet you have to work so hard to be good.”

“you’re the very best part of my life.”

“it was exactly what was to be expected.”

“i’d rather deal with real zombies than watch a romance.”

“can i help you with something? you look lost.”

“your friends are a lot more interesting than mine.”

“five foot four is perfectly average.”

“you’re like a little doll.”

“do i look like i tripped in your garage and hit my head on a hammer?”

“you can be so out of it sometimes.”

“i’m in the mood for action. bring on the blood and guts!”

#meme day

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darkdevasofdestruction · 5 months ago

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Chapter 3 - Sweet Perfume

"Finally, some new, fresh faces around here, and how wonderful it is, seeing something other than demons around. It was seriously beginning to get old and boring." the teacher for this class was a beautiful woman with long, ebony hair, slightly wavy, with blue eyes like a gargoyle, penetrating your soul with a single gaze; and her lips were plump, red and shiny. Her make up was done bold and dark, making that deadly shade of blue-grey stand out even more. "Let's see... You must be Kitsune... And my, what a gorgeous lady we have. I was lucky enough to have Solomon in my class too, and he's quite the excellent student. As to be expected of someone who bonded with none other than Asmo~." the woman giggled lowly, leaning back on the teacher's desk.

"The pleasure is all mine." though having good intentions behind her response, Kitsune didn't realise the implication, or the way demons think, thus, not comprehending the reason behind the woman's devious smirk. "Oh, I'm sure it is~." a low, seductive hum resounded through the place, making some of the lower demons sigh and lean forward on their desk. "Yikes. That's a succubus for ya. She's really scary." Mammon whispered in the fox girl's ear. "What's a... Su-... Bus? Whatever you said." she discreetly eyes the Greed Avatar from the corner of her eyes. "It's a Lust demon. They can charm and seduce anyone. Well - I guess it matters whatever power level they and their victim have, but it's still scary. Ye may be immortal, but you're still an earthling and stand no chance. Careful of Asmo too, he's the most powerful charmer. One look in his eyes and ye'r under his spell!" his agitated warning made Kitsune realise that all demons have their own abilities their are proficient in, and that somehow, she has to understand them all... And learn their undoing. "You see, Mammon... That is just my luck. I have the aid of all of you, yet nobody knows anything about me or my abilities. The way I see it, the advantage is solely mine own." subtly, the Greed demon saw the corner of her mouth turning upwards - If he thought succubi looked stunning and devious, Kitsune looked other-worldly and enigmatic. "Oh, how naughty of you, Kitsune. For a new comer, you have the guts to be whispering in class, thinking I wouldn't be noticing? How adorable. And you, Mammon, though you are attractive, you fail at seducing anyone with that goofiness of yours, yet you dare disturb the class. Should you have been cutipie Asmo, then... That wouldn't have been such a problem. What have you to say, in your defense? Or, perhaps you are ready for a demonstration in front of the class? Do you wish to be seducing the new student?" the teasing from the teacher only made Mammon yelp and blush furiously, trickling down from his chair, and under the table. "Oh, so you're more of a hands-on, tongue-out type, hmm~? How shameless of you, in front of all your classmates, to show such exhibitionism --" the more she talked, Mammon must have jolted up in his skin, for the desk was hit roughly with his head, and it was set up in the air. "So you say, should I be successful in this class, I will be getting certain... Privileges? Then... Asmodeus, would you like to... Teach me... What this class entails?" raising up from her chair, she prowled in front of the Avatar of Lust, who looked up at the girl with the fakest sweet smile there was. "Wait, Kitsune, don't--" Mammon tried to warn the girl, but was silenced by the teacher. "Ohhh, how daring, I already like you, Kitsune! I have to admit, you're rather pretty - Though, not nearly as pretty as me, obviously. So, you want me to teach you? I'd just love to teach you everything there is to be taught about the art of charming." he hummed, raising his hands and slowly reaching towards her face, cupping and caressing her soft cheeks. "Your skins is so delicate, it is as if I am touching Ranunculus flowers. Did you know they are said to have the softest flower petals? I think you're putting even that to shame." the more he spoke his honeyed words, the closer his face got to her own, and his amber eyes that shone like gems were staring deep into her soul.

"What a lovely attempt at trying to charm me. Unfortunately, I am not touched in the least. I wonder if it is because of my age, or because..." eagerly pushing his hands away, Kitsune allowed her spiritual form to take over and she grabbed his face - Her eyes flashed green, and she brought his lips so close to her own, that he could feel the silky plumpness of her rose-like petals.

"You're not my type." from the shock of not only his pristine clean record of seducing being splattered with blots of dirt, but also being rejected and having a tiny bit of his life energy taken away, he jolted away from her, watching as she let out a rather amused laugh. "What is it, Asmo~? Were you shocked? You see... Silly enchantments like seducing and charming will never work on me... For, I am a Fox Spirit." her hand was raised up, hiding that annoyingly attractive taunting giggle of hers.

"You see, Asmo... I think that... You rely on physical beauty far too much, and you fail to realise that there is more to life and beings than their appearance. Or... Mayhaps is that... All you have is your outer beauty, and you cling onto it so desperately? Is it that... You secretly wish to be recognised for more than the pretty face that you are? You want to prove that your inner beauty is just as profound as your exterior one? Do you wish to be praised and exalted for your kindness? Or... Is that beneath you, demons?" though she would brush her fingers over his fringe, just like a ghost, or the tip of her pointer finger nail would leave traces down his face like a phantasm, it only made the demon get angrier and angrier. He started making a fuss, and with a childish stomp of his foot, he stormed out of the classroom furiously.

"I've never seen that cutiepie Asmo get so angry before. I'm not sure whether or not you're a master or a complete failure at Seductive Speechcraft, but at the end of the day, I suppose I can conclude that I am rather impressed... In an odd way." the teacher let out a scoff of disbelief, turning back to her seat and beginning to go over the introductory lesson of the day.

Were all lessons going to be problematic, Kitsune wondered, amused at how immature some demons can be. Though, the easier it is to annoy them, the better - They sure are fun to tease, and Asmodeus was such an easy target, with that awfully fake high self-esteem facade of his. Satan is adorable to fluster, and Mammon... He's an easy victim, and whilst the vixen would like to tease the life out of him... He's already mocked by everyone, so she feels protective over him. Though he tries very hard to be cool, he's just a child looking for praise and validation. What a darling.

Before the class ended, the door to the room was opened, and Diavolo himself stepped inside, a large, cheerful grin on his face. "L-Lord D-D-Diavolo, what are you doing here?" the succubus teacher widened her eyes in surprise upon seeing the Prince. "I was just passing by and I remembered Kitsune has this class now. I wanted to see how she was enjoying her first classes at RAD." just as he explained, the sound that called for the end of the class rang, and the fox girl chuckled. Kitsune was the first to get up, and stepping next to Diavolo, she reached out to grab his chin, pulling him down to her level. "I am enjoying this new environment very much, thank you." with a wink, she walked right past him, and out of the classroom, hearing his mirthful laughter in the background.

The last class before lunch was Magical Potions, luckily enough, it was very close to the other classroom. Unfortunately, Mammon wasn't in the same class that day, and neither were Satan or Asmodeus. By the time she arrived and saw the placard above the door, she entered - There weren't many students present, save for three that were garbed in a completely different kind of uniform, and their silver haired friend - One of them felt like a human that possessed great magical powers, while the others held a warm and kind, white and bright aura around them. They must be the transfer students, the woman concluded, as she made her way towards them.

"Hello. May I deduce that you are the other new students? It is our first class together, I am honoured. You may call me Kitsune." though she bowed to no one, she offered a brief nod of her head and a pleasant smile. "Sound deduction, and I have to say, I am the honoured one. Though I am hundreds of years old, I never met any of your kind. I am Solomon, a wizard, and these are Simeon and Luke - They are Angels from the Celestial Realm." the wizard nodded his head back, all of them greeting her with warmth and friendliness. "Celestial Realm, huh? Well, I'm glad I'm not the only one who doesn't conform to the uniform rules anymore. Is it safe to assume you are more familiar to the subjects? Because I am honestly clueless, though interested." the girl explained, smiling lightly at the trio. "Wow! Are you really a human? I've never seen humans with fluffy ears before!" the little one had wide eyes from shock and surprise. He looked up at those ears as though he wanted desperately to feel them up. "A human? Hm... Am I, now~?" Kitsune hummed, amused at the naivite of the little angel. "I suppose I should say that I, at least, do count as a representative of the human realm - Although I have been born as a kit, and grew as fox-kin. Naturally living for as long as I have, afflicted naught by growing old and wary, nor of the humanly diseases - So, am I really fit to serve as a human standard? Well... I would say that is for everyone to decide for their own."

"...So... You're a non-human living in the human world, yes?" Kitsune nodded. "How did Lord Diavolo manage to choose two immortal non-humans as human representatives, out of the billions of normal humans on Earth?!" the boy gasped in disbelief. "That, little one, is something for you to ask him." Luke looked up at the taller woman and stared in awe at that calm, passive smile of hers - It felt as serene and heavenly as Simeon's. He deduced she must be a good-hearted woman - Yes, she had to be! He feels no ill-will from her either! Thrown in the deepest pits of hell, he must protect her and bring her to the warm, Celestial light! "Now, now, Luke, stop staring at the poor girl, you're going to give her the creeps." Simeon chuckled softly, patting the boy's head. Kitsune took this brief moment of silence to analyse the three. She felt absolutely no malice from the little one, though, she could see the silly innocence, born out of ignorance and indoctrination - Maybe even some prejudice and anger issues. Simeon, on the other hand, was the exact opposite - Devious and easy-going, with a tint of treachery, but good-will overall. Angels were a weird race, Kitsune concluded - From her brief interlude, she picked up that Angels were supposed to be the ultimate good, while Demons were sitting on the exact opposite end of the spectrum, the ultimate evil... Yet it seemed not that way, from what her esper feelings gathered. It was... Peculiar.

And then, there was the sorcerer before her. She could barely read him - It had never happened before. It was almost as though he had put some kind of barrier to keep out any thing that might penetrate his heart and mind. How intriguing, yes, very interesting indeed - For a human turned sorcerer, that is a fantastic feat to accomplish, how impressive.

But the problem was - No matter how intriguing the silver haired man before her eyes seemed to be... There was something about that Demon Lord with that silver tongue and sweet smile, all those which they harbour an endless void of rage. For what reason? What is it that he is suppressing to dearly? Shackled with magical chains, away from even his own knowledge?

The teacher then entered the room, and the four exchange students had to scatter to their desks - Luke, surprisingly, wanted to sit with Kitsune, under the pretext of 'protecting' her from the evil demon, thus, Simeon paired up with Solomon. It was a complete disaster, as they had to brew a potent poison, and Luke would only speak of cooking analogies. Kitsune turned back to her two fellows, staring at them with a pleading look, to get some aid at what the hell they were supposed to do. Stirring clockwise and anti- clockwise, in zig-zag, up and down, left and right, and on each diagonal. At certain intervals, they had to add minced herbs of some kind, crushed powder made by them, and some juice made out of flowers and beans. All these words were completely foreign to Kitsune and all the knowledge that she held paled in comparison to everything that was written on the textbook laying innocently on the desk, almost taunting her.

And the teacher did little to explain the basics of potion-making to the single newbie of the class.

"It's alright, Kitsune, I only know because that is what I've been doing my whole life, after all. Your kin is known for their remedy-making, antidotes and poisons, with a sprinkle of magic - But there are certain peculiarities that only happen with Demon magic." Solomon smiled gracefully at the girl, and the two pair become one. They united the two desks and started working on their potions. First, the sorcerer showed Kitsune how to properly crush the Nightlock berries under the knife, and mix its juice with the Deadly Nightshade fermented wine - The Fox Spirit mimicked his actions with careful movement. "That's very good, Kitsune. Now, let's cut the Angel's Temptation flowers. As you can see, they all are in various shades of the rainbow, and we must add them in the exact order shown in the recipe." as Solomon explained, the red haired woman reached out to pick the flower up, only to have her hand held by the brunet Angel, who looked at her with concern, yet also, a kind of brotherly kindness. "Kitsune, don't touch that flower. It's incredibly poisonous to the touch, even for us, angels, and demons alike. I don't want to imagine what it could do to your delicate hands." he said, caressing it dearly. "A beautiful flower such as this, poisonous to mere touching? How can that be?" her green eyes widened, looking forlorn at the gorgeous plant sitting lonely on the desk. "Everything can be dangerous, one way or another. That's why it's called the Devildom. Even the things you least expect can harm you. That's why you should exercise caution. But don't worry, I'm sure the demon brothers are taking good care of you." contrary to the previous worry, he now seemed almost shady, speaking of the demons, almost as if there was some kind of undertone she wasn't quite picking on. "Then, how are we supposed to cut it and add it to the potion?" Simeon, once again, smiled brightly and after gingerly letting go of her smaller hand, picked up a scalpel and a pair of tweezers, and proceeded to demonstrate with perfect accuracy and delicacy how and where to cut each of the flowers, then guided her own hands to do just as well. "You're doing great, Kitsune. Now, that the flowers are added, we should stir in the cauldron - Five times horizontally, ten times anti-clockwise, 3 clockwise, once vertically and twenty times on each diagonal, starting from top left to bottom right, and vice-versa." "It's easy, just like in cooking! Let's do it together!" Luke's cheerful voice boomed, urging the fox lady to put her hands on the large ladle and stir as instructed - He had such a focused, yet happy expression that Kitsune simply let him do most of the stirring, as she gazed at the beautiful pearl-like sheen of the potion, iridescent - Once they stopped and allowed the liquid to rest, it started glowing powerfully, and changing colours. A glittery, thin thread of smoke was coming up from the potion, and it emanated a sweet perfume, inciting, almost encouraging you to drink it whole, like the most luxurious dessert there was. "I must thank you dearly for all the aid that you have given me for this lesson. Without you, I would have been entirely lost. Is there any way for me to express my gratitude properly? A simple invitation to tea simply cannot do justice for the amount of help that you have offered." her hand was over her heart, nodding her head in thanks. "No need to be so formal with us, Kitsune, it's alright, we're all friends here. Us, exchange students especially, must stick together. How about you come over to the Purgatory Hall when you have the time? It's where we stay." Solomon suggested, and the others were in agreement. "Maybe I can cook something for you!" in an instant, the two angels had alarmed, horrified looks - There must be something wrong with the sorcerer's cooking... But how could such a talented man be so atrocious at something so similar to potion-making?

In the end, they were quite literally saved by the bell, and also, by some kind of sound that her cellphone made, followed by the faint vibration that she felt coming from her sleeve. With the help of Solomon, she realised that she had received a text, from Diavolo himself, asking her to come to his office at RAD once her classes were over. Surely, he must know this was her last subject for the day, otherwise he wouldn't send this text at the exact second that the bell had rung - Yes?

With a mischievous smirk on her face, Kitsune picked up the cauldron, and although heavy, she wanted to show the very curious man what she had been up to. It was already enough that he checked on her barely two hours prior - It was no wonder, with such a child-like curiosity - It was adorable and amusing, and of course, she was going to indulge him.

She minded naught the weird looks she was being given, nor the amount of times she had to ask for directions... Or when she was on the verge of being attacked, under the pretext of attempting to kill the Prince. Ha - As if Diavolo could get himself killed with something as silly as a poison brought in a cauldron. After a long journey through the maze-like Academy - Why was everything a maze in this Realm anyway? - She ended up in front of the large, deep black ebony massive wood door. Though she was unable to properly knock and announce her presence, she summoned one of her tails to reach inside her sleeve and lightly tap the phone on the door frame. Once the Prince allowed her entrance, Kitsune used another tail to open the door. And another. And another. In total, seven tails, and her own back pushing against the door.

"Forgive me, Little Prince - Alas, for my human strength, this door is far too heavy to open by natural means. Could it be that demons naturally possess strength far above that of the average human, then, if you can afford such a continuous workout everywhere you go?" the red haired woman stepped inside, demonstrating her struggles as she pushed herself against the door, this time, to close it. Diavolo, in turn, blinked crestfallen for a few seconds, only to burst into laughter. "My, Kitsune, do forgive me - I, and everyone here, is so used to these things that we didn't realise it took more effort to other races. On a lighter note, it's only my office door that is made of the most massive wood in Devildom - I wanted it to be shiny and black. I always thought it's a beautiful colour, and it helps me relax and think in peace." he rose from his desk, walking from behind it. "I am glad that you could come over on such a short notice - I hope there was no urgency though. I simply wanted to ask your impressions on your first day of school here." he gestured over for her to on the comfortable arm chair, made out of burgundy wine-coloured velvet and it had a black and gold cushion. In front of it, another black, wooden tea table, and its armchair twin just opposite of it. "Prince, you are far too generous, thinking of someone like me. Though it is you who has come up with the scholar-program, your benevolence is above that which most demons have the reputation of having. In fact - I have figured out your intentions, thus why I have gone through the hilarity of this situation, to bring the potion we have made - Myself and the other three exchange students, in fact. I found it to be rather beautiful, though most deadly. Is that not completely fascinating? Its colours, the glow, the glittery twinkle of the fine smoke, and even this scent." she spoke as she comfortably sat down, placing the cauldron on the table and motioning for the Lord to follow. "Oh, I see! To think that you would start with a poison, of all things. I haven't changed the schedule to accommodate the exchange students. I apologise, I didn't realise the curriculum wasn't beginner-friendly. I will have to make adjustments immediately, thank you for bringing that up to my attention --" but the woman raised her hand up, in a motion as to stop him from speaking any further. "Us, 'humans', as you so silly call me, have a saying - When in Rome, do as the Romans do - Which means, of course, that one must adapt to the living conditions of the parent home where you take temporary residence at. It was not my intention to make you feel guilty or reproach you, by any means. Considering that I have had at least one of the brothers, or the other exchange students with me in every class so far, I was guided, very patiently, might I add, on the right path. I have nothing to complain about, thus, there is nothing to be changed." those shining, molten gold eyes of his peered with interest into her own. For a few seconds there, they shared deep looks. "There's no need to be so formal with me, Kitsune. I may be the Prince of this realm, but I'd like for us to have a friendly relationship. And, above all, I wish for you to have a comfortable stay here, but also, learn something new from us. If there is anything I can change to the way this school works to accommodate you and make you feel at home, I would gladly do anything in my power to achieve that. I just hope we can work together for the betterment of this exchange program and all the participants involved." he explained with a serious tone - Determined, but also kind and understanding. "Adaptability is one thing, but you are not alone here. The brothers and the other three exchange students are there to help you... And, of course, you have chosen me as your guide. Let me do my job, please."

Kitsune blinked at him slowly. The Prince could see her pupils dilating just a little bit. She seemed intrigued, but judging by the way the corner of her mouth twitched upwards, exposing one of her elongated canines, it seemed she had some kind of mischievous, playful thought running through her head. "Could it be that you wish to... Tame me, Little Prince~?" the man was taken aback, and he straightened his back instinctually.

"Tame you? Kitsune, you are not an animal to be tamed. I wish to befriend you, not tame you." he immediately defended himself. "Forgive me, there might be some kind of conversational barrier that I cannot understand. I only hope my feelings and intentions are received."

The Fox Spirit smiled, her eyes closed as she looked away, shielding her mouth with her sleeve. "It is you who should forgive my manners, Little Prince - I have come to love teasing you, for whatever reason unknown even to me. I suppose it was a fault in my logic, however, to think that you might have been able to not only acquire, but also, finish reading the book that I have mentioned before." a lightbulb seemed to appear above that red hair of his, and he grinned widely.

"In fact - I have! Barbatos is fantastic when it comes to these things. He was able to get to the Human World and get this book just before the bookstore closed! I tried to have some light reading, but I haven't been able to finish it yet." surprising the vixen, Diavolo rose to his feet and went back to his desk, and from one of the drawers, he revealed the book itself, winking at her playfully.

"I'm supposed to do work here only, but sometimes, a little break, a little reading with some tea, can up the productivity levels. But don't tell Barbatos that, he'll scold me again."

"What a naughty, naughty boy you are, Little Prince." the woman let out an amused hum, leaning forwards and pouring some tea into both their tea cups. "I recommend Chapter 21 especially. It ties well into our conversation. And, to answer your previous concern - There is no misunderstanding - Once again, it is a fault on my part. I have been rude to my host, teasing him too much. You will have to forgive me on that... And, should you wish to... Tame me... I shalt not be opposed to it." the questioning look on his face was answered by a nod of her head towards the book - He needn't any more hints. Now, he understood, and he was even more eager to finish reading said book, just to get into the game she weaved for him. Somehow, he felt caught in the web of a spider, and he didn't want to struggle at all.

"Mind if we have some tea tomorrow as well? Surely, I will be done with the book, and we can discuss it properly." he watched the way she casually nodded her head, that beautifully luscious, crimson hair dancing softly around her with every move. He has seen many females before, so why was she any special? There are plenty of beautiful women with red hair and green eyes... But somehow, none can match her glow. Why? Why was that taunting spark in her eyes so attractive, and why was that hue so out of this world? Why were the features so graceful, and visage, flawless? Every expression was calculated to with perfect accuracy, and each wave of her hand was changing the rhythm of his heart beat.

"Forgive me, Little Prince, it seems that I have cause you a great disservice. Tachycardia is a nuisance, I would know. Allow me to alleviate the damage I have caused." though she apologised, there was no trace of truth on that smile playing on those pink, wet lips. She took the smallest sip of tea. Diavolo's mind was a complete mess - Though he wouldn't allow himself to show weakness so easily, he wondered, how can a being so much younger than himself, thousands of years his junior, be capable such calculated schemes that work even on him?

There were hundreds of witches with far more experience, and even lust demons - Asmodeus's disciples even - And none succeeded in getting his attention quite so easily, like the fox lady before him. Not only that, but she so easily teased him, without fearing any consequence or repercussion.

Does she not know how dangerous demons can be? Monsters, beast - All of them falling prey to sin and temptation. She may have some powers and years of knowledge, above the average human, but she knows nothing of his own kin, or the atrocities he is capable of. Burning the three realms with a flick of his hand is measly.

But then - He realised, what it was that attracted him from the very first second that Kitsune appeared before him - It was her pure soul. No - It wasn't innocent by any means - It was broken, and lonely, and in desperate need of mending and sewing together all the shattered parts. It was in need of protection and analgesic treatments... But underneath all that pain, loss and sorrow that accompanies every being that has roamed the world for so long, there was a certain bright light, desperately flickering through the cracks, begging to be dragged out to the surface. It was calling for him, just like a crash survivor reaching out to the single thread of hope that is nothing more than a spider's web.

"Were you listening, Little Prince~?" by the way he blinked and showed a guilty smile, she needn't an answer. "My, my, have I bored you so already? How awful of me, do forgive me... Allow me to wipe away the sleepiness from your lashes." before he could blink, Kitsune was towering over him, her hands daring to cup his face, as her thumbs traced gently the smooth skin from underneath his eyes. The Prince was breathless, unable to break eye-contact with her. Was this how all victims of Asmodeus felt? "Feeling any better, Little Prince~?"

Oh, how he craved her warm touch on his skin, more and more... And more. "Yes, in fact, I am already feeling refreshed for the day, thank you, Kitsune." he gave her a sweet smile, leaning into her touch and kissing the inside of her wrist so shamelessly. "If I may be so bold, I would also like to request you to continue calling me Your Little Prince. It is quite endearing." though surprised at the way he so easily regained composure, and even retaliated, she couldn't help but grin.

"O, but Diavolo, my dear, you are mistaken - You are not mine, and nor am I yours. For now, you are simply that - A little prince, just like a thousand others little princes that have existed, and will exist, and still exist even to this day." the man frowned at her enigmatic, harsh words. "I have not tamed you, nor have you tamed me. I am, for you, just another human, like a hundred thousand other humans alike - And for me, you are just that, a demon, from a hundred thousand other demons alike. You are not special to me, and nor am I, to you. It is familiarity that makes one special - Thus, once we have tamed each other, the next time I gaze upon a field of wheat, shining in the burning sun like gold, I will be reminded of yours eyes. Do you understand what I am trying to say... Little Prince~?"

"I see walking through my flower garden will be a delight." he grinned, alluding to the beautiful glow of the red flowers growing in intricate flower beds and arches.

"Then, will you be responsible for that single rose that you have tamed? You become responsible forever for the rose that you have tamed." she explained softly, only to feel herself being pulled to sit on his leg, a cheeky grin on his face.

"And if you tame me, will I become unique to you? Will you be responsible for me, as I am for you?" the red haired maiden scoffed in amusement.

"You have grown bold, little lordling. Bold, yet not unwise." the proximity allowed Kitsune to smell the sweet perfume of the Demon Lord - It was strong, yet not unpleasant, and it drunkened your whole senses. She suddenly felt her own heart arrhythmic, and her body was warming up.

What was she feeling? It was a feeling akin to no other. It has been almost five centuries since she last felt her body so tense and hot, yet never from something as mere as sniffing this particular scent. What was it? Something that seemed like an intricate floral mix, with hints of wood fragrance? Diavolo couldn't hide his grin for long, as he felt her own heart beat rising in count, and thanked his heightened senses for that - It was then that Kitsune realised the type of rich perfume the Lord was wearing.

Similar, yet more masculine than the scent she felt from Asmodeus. In stead of roses and vanilla, Diavolo wore more cinnamon and sandalwood, with some Jasmine and chocolate. It was the sweet scent of an aphrodisiac.

"I will change the curses professor and disallow practicing on unwilling participants to the class. I will make sure the seductive speechcraft lesson goes without any rude comments that might lead to misunderstandings... Though, I am impressed with the way you made Asmodeus run away like that. Also, I will make sure that all potions and ingredients are revised beforehand, to reduce the risk of accidents occurring. As well as that, of course, I will make sure to have the freshest human ingredients delivered to the House of Lamentation every morning. Are these solutions to your liking, Kitsune?" her otherwise enticing expression changed to surprise. "Yes, I was listening to you just before, to answer your previous question. I was taking some time to deliberate on the right course of action." that roguish side grin of his only made her chuckle, looking away in amusement.

"Very well, Little Prince, you impress me so. I dearly hope you continue doing so in the near future also." Kitsune jumped to her feet, twirling playfully back to her seat. "Though, I have a curiosity! Do humour me, will you?"

"Why, of course! What is it?" the giddy way in which he responded almost made the fox lady feel a swell of her heart.

"What would happen if the most powerful demon in the realm drinks a sip from this potion?" she asked, taking her own tea cup and crouching besides the table, dipping the small cup carefully into the cauldron. "The sweet smell, the pretty colour, the pearly sheen, the sparkly fumes -- They're so attractive, and I feel like a child once more. I feel compelled to drink a sip of this rainbow coloured potion... But I fear the consequences. I fear the unknown. I was poisoned this morning by a simple salad - I am afraid of pretty things now."

"Do you know what this potion does, Kitsune?" the man asked, stepping next to her.

"I know all ingredients are highly poisonous. Three poisons must make for quite the potent killing liquor, yes?" she guessed, slowly raising up, handing the tea cup over to the man.

"I have to say, I am impressed - This potion is masterfully made. For your first try, you did wonderfully, Kitsune. Well done. Even the scent is sweeter than I remember." he said as he put his large hands over her own and brought the cup to his lips. "If I promise you that it will not harm you, will you drink it with me?"

"Wh-What...?" for the first time, Diavolo saw the playful vixen break her composure from sheer surprise.

"Do you trust me, Little Fox?" his voice was low and alluring, sweet and captivating. Asmodeus cried over being denied yet another conquest, yet he failed to realise that there was one far above him in skill and speech. One single devilish look from those amber eyes, and she felt herself grow faint.

"It is you that I have chosen, Little Prince. If I do not trust you, then who will I trust in this realm?" those attractive plump lips of his stretched into a gorgeous, confident smile as he sipped from the potion, not once breaking eye contact. Then, he slowly brought the cup to her own lips, feeling no fear nor reticence from her decision - And it really smelled sweet. "So... If three poisons do not make a whole poison... Then what are its effects?" the girl asked after a while.

Instead of answering, Diavolo grinned and took out his phone - Then made it so that Kitsune could see herself. She gasped at her reflection, her hands slapping over her mouth. "Wh-What trickery is this?!" she asked, seeing her hair change colours every minute - Then looked up at the man towering over her, and started laughing. "Y-Yours, also!"

The Lord forgot all kind of formalities, the same as the Priestess, and he let out a mirthful guffaw that echoed through the place. "Don't worry, it will only have effect for about two hours at most, it was just a small sip after all." he said, yet he didn't take his hands away from her own.

He remembers the shy way in which she behaved once he asked her for a dance, and expected the same reaction - He had heard a story once from Barbatos, about some marriage rituals which include drinking from the same cup - Surely, she must be aware of that, judging from the soft pink painting her pale cheeks. He wanted to see more of it. Wanted to be the cause of it.

To think that the perfume alone was enough to make her heart beat like that... Like his own, in fact. He wondered what it would be like, what he would do to her - He wanted to see her starstruck expression after he claims those kissable lips of hers, or when he whispers words of hell into her ears, his warm breath on her skin, devoiding her of her own inhaling. "Did you have fun, Kitsune?"

She hummed in approval. "Most fun I have had for the past many centuries, in fact. I must thank you for that." slowly, she looked down and stepped backwards, placing the tea cup back on the table. Diavolo frowned for a split second - His hands felt cold and empty now, without her own to hold onto. "I must take my leave now. I wish to stall you from your work no further. I, also, must prepare for lunch, and a good rest. These new academic endeavours have made be grow weary and tired. It will take a while until I get used to a never-rising Sun, or this educational schedule filled with studying - But it will be quite the interesting journey. Thank you once again, Little Prince. I shall be seeing you again... Soon." though she had some difficulty opening the massive door, she looked no less graceful, lazily wiggling her fingers goodbye at him.

"...What is it that you're hiding, little fox?" Diavolo asked himself in a low voice as soon as the door was closed, and he was left wondering, aimlessly reaching for the enigmatic book, and continuing his lecture. "So lonely, so filled with sorrow... Kitsune, are we more alike than we care to admit? Or is it that an immortal among mortals is doomed to a plagued eternity embellished with misfortune alone? Would you not feel more at home here, among those like you, who would not fall prey to deathly illnesses, nor wither away from the passing of the years? What is the life of a Priestess?" the Lord sighed, hitting his head with the book - How can he concentrate on the simplistic words that hold such complex metaphors, when his own heart is swimming in the dark abyss that Kitsune's void-like feelings succumbed him to.

He remembers when she said good night to him - She avoided his question. Did she know he can smell lies? Even if she did, it didn't take away from the uneasiness that he can sense on her as soon as he approaches. He wanted her to feel good around him - Warm, welcomed, maybe even to the extreme of love, if it made her feel more comfortable - But there was always that uneasiness that plagued her, a reticence akin to... Fear, even. Is he truly that intimidating? If he were, he thinks, why would she be so daring as to tease and taunt him like that? Surely, it cannot be from his royal rank. So... Is it his appearance? Did he not smile enough? Did he frown at her? He felt guilty, yet unless she confesses, there is nothing that he can do to right the wrong that he had done against her.

Perhaps, the little fox that guided the little prince for a whole chapter would be able to also light the path to his own understanding...

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mylungsdontw0rk · 1 year ago

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"Hey, Guqqie," aimsey began, their voice shaking slightly "I have something to tell you."

"Yes," Guqqie replied anxiously, they could tell this wasn't going to be good news

"I kept working on the stronghold stuff, and now I am going to find the answer to becoming mortal. I want to feel human" aimsey said, studying guqqie's face for her reaction

"B- but you promised" guqqie said as her heart dropped "you promised you'd stop working on it, at least until we figured out if I was immortal"

"I know, but I don't think I can live forever, I want to experience getting old and dying, for good" aimsey's voice cracking as they tried not to cry

"Please, please don't , what if you die, and I never get to say goodbye, I never get to see you again" guqqie's voice became higher, as warm tears began to roll down her cheeks

"Guq, please, remember I will always love you, no matter what happens" aimsey said, voice cracking, as his eyes became filled with tears.

"If you love me, why are you trying to die? Am I not enough for you?" Guqqie's sadness turned more to anger.

How could he leave her. They promised they were going to stay. They said guqqie was their reason to stay.

"I do love you, I love you so, so much guq, I just can't do this anymore, I can't live forever, it's so... isolating"

Guqqie began to walk away.

*What a stupid excuse, am I not good enough them?* Guqqie thought to themself, tears still falling down their cheeks.

"Guqqie, guqqie please, come back, I love you so much, I'll miss you when I'm gone, please, never forget I love you" aimsey calls out, as they fell to the floor, sobbing.

Guqqie ran home, sobbing. "They promised they would never leave me, he said I was his reason to stay. And then she said she was leaving. I have no one now. No one to see, no one to talk to, no one to love."

Aimsey began to walk home, sobbing softly to himself. They arrived home, opened a book, and starter writing

-to guq,

I'm sorry. I have to go, I can't live like this, I don't want to live forever. I feel trapped, death may be my only escape. I know it's scary, I'm scared too, but I need to do this, I need to be able to die. Living forever scares me, I'm scared I will lose you, and have to grieve forever, knowing I'll never see you again. I love you so much, never forget that. I will always love you, no matter what happens. Please, if I die, go and see the stars, imagine I'm with you, imagine were together, forever. We will always be together, even I f you can't see me, I will always be in your heart, always watching over you, always living you.

I love you forever and always

aims :) -

Still sobbing, they close the book, and title it 'i love you'. They start wandering over to guqqie's house, contemplating their decision, but they feel no regret. They have to do this, or he will go crazy.

He sees guqqie's house on the horizon, and whispers to himself "these fucking walls, they're so stupid"

She reaches the walls and places a chest down, labelling it 'letterbox'. He smiles to himself, remembering when guq had done the same thing to him, not that long ago. Placing the letter in the chest, they dry their tears and softly whispering "I love so much guq, I really do."

Guqqie wakes up, and heads outside, seeing whether they can catch aimsey before he leaves, possibly forever. They see a chest, and open it. They open the book, and softly read it out loud to themself. She begins to cry again, realising how much they love, and will miss, aimsey. They close the book, and begin to sprint to aimsey's house, wanting to stop him, to get him to stay. They arrive at aimsey's house, and call out "aimsey, aimsey, are there, aimsey please", but it was too late, aimsey had left, they had left forever.

After leaving guqqie's house, aimsey began walking straight to the stronghold. Walking there gave him time to think, time to make sure this is what they want to do, but they felt no regret, he finally felt free. They reach the stronghold and head straight to the portal, almost running towards it.

They step up, to the portal, whispers to himself " this is it, the moment I have worked so hard for", and jumps.

#au!sunshipduo #au!aimsey #au!guqqie #area unknown smp #i cried writing this #au!sunship duo are my babas #i dont want anything bad to hapen to them #aimsey #guqqie #sunshipduo

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theressomethinghappeninginparis · 10 months ago

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It's been a while.

Let me tell you why. I left the Croft Manor and went to Utah.

I know, it's a leap of faith I took, but it was worth it. I have retrieved knowledge and information and shared all I know with Lara Croft as well as with Mister Trent. I needed a day's rest at the Croft Manor and I felt slightly ashamed, but I am no superwoman like Lara, and my knee is still throbbing. I hope I haven't relocated anything, lol.

Transcript of the first, second and third page:

Here's a whole list of things I asked Lara Croft. She was kind enough to sit by me while I was sipping tea, moaning, and trying to recover from *points at everything*. Q: The piece of the Sanglyph I have given you, what do you know about it? A: From what I have gathered: the Sanglyph is a relic created by Eckhardt. You surely crossed paths with this psycho already. It's a disc that can be parted into five pieces. To prevent mortals from using it, he was hiding it inside the five Obscura Paintings. Q: So the paintings were his idea, too? A: He commissioned to get them painted andhid the pieces in there until his glovey-dovey hands could get onto a Nephilim. (me: the Lux Veritatis later seized them, let them be painted over by Brother Obscura, and scattered them). Q: This guy's not normal, right? A: Best actor in history. No, he's neither normal nor human. He was. With a deal he was made immortal, and the cost was reviving the Nephilim race. He's a vessel for over 500 years of evil, alchemy and hatred for humans. And the LV. Q: The Lux Veritatis were a pain in his life? A: You guessed it.They tried anything to stop him, even putting him in a ditch for several hundread years until an Ally bomb hit the castle and he could break free. The Shards were recollected by Heissturm, who gave them to his son. I think you've met him already. Q: If you mean Kurtis- yes, I've read about him. But I haven't had a chance to talk to him yet. A: In case you can offer something, he'll talk. He loves teamwork. (Lara chuckles, is that a smile?) Get the Sanglyph to him and ask him to get it here, at some point. I trust him, he'll do so. (me: I think we all know Lara Croft will not hesitate to track me down and shoot me if I were to disappear with it, so I guess...it'll do.) Q: (...) Thank you, again. What do you know about him? A: He's a tough cookie, a mercenary. Who is out for revenge. All he can think of now is to stuff Eckhardt's and his allies' faces with bullets or sever their heads. He was of great help, although I took care of Eckhardt first...anyway. He was of great help, especially in our escape out of the Louvre. Q: Speaking of Louvre- the killings in Paris and Prague. Was that Eckhardt? A: Not all of them. The murder of Werner was Karel (she looks aside). He's almost weirder than Eckhardt, I don't know much if anything about him. And, he is, you won't believe it, a shapeshifter. These Nephilim guys (she looks at me again) are a whole lot of strange. Q: (...) You mentioned the Shards... A: Kurtis knows way more. All I know is that they're way too scary to Eckhardt. You know, maybe bring him his, the one I have...he surely misses it. Q: Are you sure he wants to talk to me? Kurtis, I mean? A: If you have trouble convincing him with the Periapt Shard, just tell him (she smiles) I'd love to see him again. That'll convince him (she gets up to leave), trust me.

Transcript of the fourth page: This is all I can write in this journal. We talked a bit more, obviously, and she handed me Kurtis' contact information. He should be in Utah now, but I have his number in case I don't find him at home- it's somewhere in dumbfuck nowhere. Lara lets me stay for as long as I want and I can roam the Manor's museums (or "rooms" like Lara calls them") freely. I got a ticket to visit the USA, and am preparing a catalogue of questions for Kurtis Trent. I kind of hope he lets me write down more. In case he gets back to being a ghost he might allow me to publish more. It feels good to not be on edge all the time. Not having a maniac roam the streets is nicer than I ever imagined. I feel relief.

I'll take some rest and gather nerves and strength for the- hopefully- last trip regarding this case. I want it to be over, it's exhausting.

Transcript of the fifth and sixth page: Questions for Mister Trent: 1. What do you know about Eckhardt and what's he to do with the LV? 2. What are the Lux veritatis anyway? Why was it founded and where is everybody? 3. Your father Heissturm, is he involved? 4. How did you cross paths with Lara Croft? 5. The Periapt Shards- what are they made of? Do they really kill immortals? 6. The Nephilim are conected, just like the Sleeper. But what about the guys in the Sanitarium? 7. The guy in cell 42, know him? And the "Nephilim Proto" he mentioned?

I'm on my way to Utah. Lara was on a call fow a few hours with what I think was Kurtis, had a good laugh, and mentioned that I'll hand him something and he should leave me in one piece. Really reassuring...she handed me one of the Shards. Such a weird...thing. It is made of crystal I believe and is purple-ish black-ish depending on the light. The lionhead makes the Shard heavy to carry and I can hold it, but itfeels like it carries a weight, maybe even a metaphorical one, like there's a power stored within. Absolutely supernatural and strange. I'll try to sleep now. Miss Croft has sent me all my luggage and food, along with a return ticket and her direct contacts. She was so happy to have the piece of the Sanglyph or rather the whole thing now, but kinda happier to speak to Kurtis.

Is it her stubbornness that keeps her from visiting him herself?

Transcript of the seventh and eighth page: I literally got a map to Kurtis place. He is in the middle of nowhere. of course. I'm not kidding: Lara printed me a map I found in the folder she put my tickets in. It's more of a guide and she got me a driver to get me there. Why the fuck is Mister trent living in dumbfuck nowhere? Don't ask about the sigils, the driver could read them, but Lara didn't bother explaining.

After several hours of driving in the middle of the fucking desert and taking the wrong way once I found it. I found him. Was greeted with a gun to my face until I mentioned Lara's password-sentence: Move along, mon chère. I am still surprised he didn't shoot me on sight.

The weapons of the Lux Veritatis: Kurtis has given me a detailed description of the tools the LV have used and/or continue to use. It's surely not all of them.

Betyl (training stones) Betyl is an ancient metal that the LV shape to resemble arrowheads. Most of the time there are engravings in them and they're used as training device for the Shirugai. They have some main skills:

guide (compass)

impulse (attack)

crisscross (whatever)

pattern (uhm?)

There are also five stages of control: 1. Aronsäid 2. Gyllais 3. Tuleic 4. Ömsa 5. Veruta

And of course Mister Trent didn't bother elaborating. I guess he's too busy being excited to get the Shard and then bring it to Lara- just out of kindness with no self-interest, of course.

Shirugai Translated as throw-star. The LV have their own invention, it's a disc-like thing with five spikes on the edhe. These blades are retractable. The disk is being held by putting five fingers through the holes in the middle. A shirugai is connected to a single member of the Lux Veritatis and can only be used by them. It's controlled via telepathy and can be used within a radius.

The Betyl stones are not needed if the member has enough skills. I bit my tongue to not imply Kurtis surely needed them. The blades are so sharp they can cut through steel. Although fairly popular the shirugai has seen not much use: there's barely people left that can more than just hover it.

Transcript of the tenth page: The hut is pretty small and Kurtis seems to live here by himself. When I explained to him I was accidentally crossing paths with this whole murder plot he laughed and admired my skill to stay alive. I mentioned Miss Croft cleared the path for me, and he replied that anything that gets in her way dies, and he barely dodged that fate himself. He is a grim dude who listens to Nirvana and fits perfectly to Lara's love for Nine Inch Nails. Depeche Mode anyone? I feel like he never has visitors- his tables are full of books on mysticism and ancient history. And guns. Holy shit guns.

Not too inviting, but he answered all I wanted to know and will fly back with me to London and I will continue further to Paris. Back home. At last.

Forgive me, the rest of the interview is there, but I am so, so tired. Here is the first question: Q: What do you know about Eckhardt and what does that have to do with the LV? Eckhardt is an old-ass dude who is about 600 years old. He made a deal with the Nephilim to help them take over the world - he is a bit insane- and in return, they made him immortal (he takes a smoke). The LV always wanted to prevent evil int his world, and an alchemist that seeks for organs and organ harvest is not the good guy. After being put in chains in a castle pit an Ally bomber freed him (he looks at me and raises a brow), definitely planned, and he plotted revenge.

I will continue my notes tomorrow. It's way past midnight. I nudged a talk on Lara Croft and am listening to Mister Kurtis talk about her in admiration. I wonder. What keeps them from hanging out? Both of them shoot first and ask questions later. Perfect match if you ask me.

#angel of darkness #journal #tomb raider #traod #tomb raider angel of darkness #tomb raider series #aod #classic tr #lara croft #classic tomb raider

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ace-the-fox · 2 years ago

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Based on what I see on your blog, i know you have other jojo oc kids besides Haruka and Momo. Is it alright if I know who they all are?

I WAS SO EXCITED THAT I GOT THIS ASK AND THEN I FORGOT ABOUT IT WHOOPS-

I was gonna maybe do quick sketches to go along with this ask, but I don't have the time rn and I drew them for this dumb meme a while ago anyways. I'm just really talking about my main villain kids here, and also a bonus girlie 👀. Also some of these aspects, especially in later parts, are a little underbaked. I haven't really rewatched Jojo in a while (and I also have yet to finish part 6, let alone even sniff at the manga) so if it contradicts with Jojo canon... don't talk to me lmao /lh

So, let's start off with Ciliegia, my DIO kid. She's also Giorno's twin sister. She seems aggressive and a little scary, but she's actually just a lil chihuahua. She can and will hurt you if deserved, but she's also just a lil guy you know? A lil vampire lady who just wants head scratches and cherry lollipops. She goes with Giorno to join the mafia, but it's kinda just because home and school suck and she wants to help keep him safe. She's got a crush on Fugo, which eventually develops into a real relationship later on (when exactly is a difficult question, because I haven't decided wether I want her to get on the boat or not. I have reasons for either side, but this section is long enough as it is...) She's also kind of "One of the Boys" but not in a Pick Me girl way (she and Trish have a very nice friendship :) ). Her stand, Dresden Doll, can essentially disintegrate anything (or anyone...) into an ash like substance, but she doesn't use it after a... pretty traumatic experience of her accidentally activating it.

Izei is my Kars and Esidisi kid, who was in the care of Santana as an infant during the events of Part 2. He, thus, was adopted by Stroheim without literally anyone else's knowledge... oof. Stroheim kept him to have further insight on Pillar Man development, but kinda had a father/son bond but the experimentations and the fact that Izei was cooped up in the facility all day really hindered that. He does end up in the care of Joseph and Suzi Q somehow as a teen though, and becomes besties with a younger Holly. He also joins the Speedwagon Foundation later, around Part 3, specialising in animals. I like to imagine, in this universe, he drops off Iggy to the crusaders. He doesn't get a stand, because he obviously doesn't really need one with his ultimate being ass dad, but he does inherit Esidisi's nifty heat powers (they are mostly used to reheat Joseph's coffee). He's a good, quiet lad, if a little snarky and rebellious at times.

Livia is my Diavolo kid, the product of a one-night stand. Her mother quickly became a drug addict when she was little, to cope with her young and single motherhood and being kicked out by family due to it. She has, therefore, probably had the worst backstory. Taking care of her mother, dealing with the often sleazy and aggressive boyfriends she brought home, living in poverty etc. And then her mother died of an overdose and Livia, not wanting to end up in foster care, ran away and got donuted by Diavolo in the process... but then her stand kicked in. Nine Inch Nails' ability is literal immortality (and also makes wounds heal faster - she can heal a papercut in under five minutes), but she can still feel the pain of everything, she just can't die, so it's not as fun as you might think.

Miel technically doesn't count, as she has no biological or even legal relation to Pucci, but idc lol. She sees him as a father figure anyways, as their dysfunctional family were very attentive in the church he preached at. I'm not sure exactly what role she plays in Part 6, but she is very much aware and on board with his whole plans, as he's one of the two people they trust. The other being a boy named Peter who they have a crush on, and he does reciprocate those feelings but she turns them down. She claims it's because she wants to be a nun and doesn't want to affect that, but it's really because witnessing her parents' terrible relationship really affected her. Their stand, Oh Klahoma, makes them able to disguise themselves in objects like desks and walls while still being able to see and hear.

Jamie is my Funny Valentine kid (even though I despise that man), originally from a separate universe where his wife can have kids and then brought into Part 7 by D4C. He actually really looked up to his dad until he met Lucy Steel shortly after being brought to this universe, which just so happened to be after the... you know. He didn’t look upon him so favourably after that (mmm... yummy rebellion arc). There's also stuff going on before he switched universes, like his dead boyfriend who was also engaged to someone else at the time... yeah. His stand, Achilles, can also see into the future, meaning he can change the future. It's a little tricky, though, as 1) he can't just choose to see the future, they just come as random prophetic visions and 2) he has no idea when these future visions are meant to be, they could be anything from five minutes to five years away.

Kia is my Tooru fankid. Not sure how exactly it happened, but one day a 17 year-old just popped out of the dirt like nothing. They were immediately taken in by a teenage boy who they almost immediately developed a crush on. Unfortunately, he's taken. Fortunately, Kia's stand, "Breaking Glass", allows him to shapeshift. So, he pretends to be the guy's girlfriend. If you feel bad for their crush, I would also like to say that he had a feeling it was Kia the whole time BTW and let them do it anyways... *sigh* men.

And lastly, as a bonus, Concetta! My Cioccolata/Secco kiddo. They should probably not be allowed anywhere near children, but their aesthetic and relationship is fun and I just had to. Concetta was raised by her dads up until the colleseum fight, which she was present for, and the police found her as a newly made orphan at ten years old. She goes through foster care for a couple of years, and then runs off to get revenge on Giorno. Just teenage girl things, yk? Her stand, Brittle Bones, allows her to take off her own limbs and have them still be fully functional without causing her pain... fun!!

#jjba #jjba ocs #ciliegia giovanna #izei #livia bianci #miel pucci #james valentine #kia #concetta #this is so long and there's still so many things i cut #i could go on about these little shits for hours istg #also sorry for the delay #as i said i forgot about this for a day #felt sick as fuck this morning #then at one point my phone died and half of this didn’t save so i had to rewrite 💀

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changkkk · 9 months ago

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Aging is a train about to arrive at the station

What is aging? When you find that your originally smooth and delicate skin is like rotten fruit skin, dry, colorless, and wrinkled, will you still think about what your future will be like?

When you find that the bright pupils are already cloudy, the skin on your face has already dried up, and you want to say or cry something, but you can’t say or cry anymore.

Perhaps nowadays, I find it difficult to say what aging is, and I cannot understand that loneliness and indifference. It’s just a vague definition for me. I only know that I am still young, my youth is immortal, and I will always be young.

A nursing home not long ago.

The courtyard is nestled in front of a low hill, surrounded by lush greenery, and there is also a small fountain built here. Some elderly people play chess, some play cards, and their faces are mostly yellowish or pale. Their throats seemed to be filled with a rusty net, making the sound so hoarse and powerless. The wrinkles all over their bodies seem to be just a few old pieces of cloth abandoned by time.

The dean is an ordinary looking middle-aged woman. Perhaps she doesn’t have much advantage among her peers, but among this group of elderly people, she is definitely young. There are still some elderly people who don’t want to go out and are watching TV and listening to music in their rooms. She said that work here is not too busy, and there is a button in each room. If there is anything, you can ring the bell. I vaguely agreed, and after she left, I looked at the group of elderly people again.

Their wrinkles are the vines of life, climbing on the edge of the cliff of fate until one day they can no longer climb. The green vines withered and fell into the abyss, their youth decayed, and they also left

. Many people cannot understand their parents, thinking that they are rigid and confused. Blood is a bond that connects them from the riverbank of life, but the heart can never get close. Why is there always a damp smell of plum rain in the old man’s room, because we are still young and young, and who knows what aging is?

After regaining consciousness, it was already sunset. The figure of that group of elderly people, either leaning against the window, leaning on chairs, or lying in bed, is just lonely in the sunset.

Returning to the small fountain, the water continuously gushed out, becoming a brilliant flower under the sunshine. At this moment, I seem to have a little melancholy and insight. Perhaps we will also grow old. At this moment, I wish the water could stop flowing, so that those elderly people could stay in the world for a while longer.

When I got home, I lay exhausted on the bed. All thoughts come to mind. Am I already sixteen years old? Is the time of youth about to pass? Has my mother’s sideburns been getting whiter and whiter? Has my former father’s back been getting more and more curved?

They were all once children, as youthful and bright as I am. But this is true, they have all grown up, even aged and left.

My heart gradually became clear. Life is a train that gradually fades away from youth, and each of us will move towards aging, slowing down until it stops.

Aging is a sieve that filters us transparent, scattering us into the boundless world, leaving only silence. But those beautiful, warm things that only want to look back and see frequently are still there, in that beautiful memory.

Aging is not scary, what’s scary is how we face it. As rulers, we will eventually embark on this path to the earth, just like the disappearing things.

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blxxditout · 1 year ago

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Day 3: Are there any killers in the fog that he fears the most and why?

Day 4: How did he react when he learned her basically immortal (ie dies on hook but wakes up at the campfire)

From your secret Santa who again sorry for the lateness!

DAY THREE

What makes a killer 'scary' is not that they do what they do, why. It's not something that he stops to think about often while being pursued in his trials, but among the many that he's participated in thus far, he has taken notice that some take a lot of pride and joy in the art of killing. It's not an act, because calling it that makes it sound simple. The more complex it is, the more torturous it is, the scarier the killer. Because they are no longer simply a killer, but someone who lives for the continuous torture, someone who thrives off of it.

The Doctor, in his regards, is one of the crueler hunters amongst them in the fog because of this. He will find you, but he won't kill you straight away.

The more prolonged death is, the more he fears for when it will arrive, adding to the building madness already brought from trials spent with Herman. For him, it starts to get really bad when he starts to see the hallucinations, he can't trust what's in front of him or what's beside him. He'll see the electric killer in most cases, but sometimes, there is another amongst the figments of his scattered mind. The image of his late lover appears before him like a ghost, observing him with those kind eyes, and it nearly gets him every time. It's not real, it's not, but he can't help it. He'll go to the apparition, just for her to vanish within his arms. Frustration overflows from the well inside, and he cries out.

Snapping out of it does not cure him of despair, and there isn't any which way to get accustomed or used to it. There is only screaming, and then there is pain. The worst part might be hearing the killer laugh. While this is a job to some, a chore at the very least, to him it is a game. It is something that he is all too enthused to participate in to experiment on the lab rats that the Entity provides. When he is released from the scrutiny of the Doctor, he is neither relieved to be sent back to the campfire or prepared to take him on again. Let alone another trial.

While he will never admit it to any of the others, he is shaken up so terribly bad. The effects of the previous trial still seem to linger, and the static mumbling in his head persists even as he tries to force them to go away. At unrest and unease, he struggles with finding a way to acclimate to his previous state. He can't decide if he wants to be left alone or sit in the company of another until he's settled down. Even when he does, eventually, the bitterness doesn't ever fade.

DAY FOUR

With his first death, he thought that he might finally be able to see Selene again. That he'd go to heaven or to wherever she was to be with her. He'd hoped to find her in their shared bed, awaking to the early morning sunrise as they'd get on with their day or sleep in. He believed that the nightmare was over, but when he found that it was not, he could not have been more distraught. Immortality was what his lady had wanted, what she had killed him over in her sacrifice, but for him to take it in her stead? There was no end to this nightmare. A burning anger filled his veins, curled his fists into balls as he desperately tried to search for a way out.

Either returned to the campfire or set somewhere anew, he ran. He ran until he could not do so any longer, and after that? He cried. He fell to his knees and sobbed besides himself. To be immortal and tortured for as long as time deemed it necessary? That was hell. Hell that he could not fathom that he deserved.

Even while knowing that they'd just be brought back to life, that didn't ease anything for him about the trials, or the blood sport that him and the other survivors were thrust into without a word. If anything, it made him appreciate things more, to take more consideration into the life that he had cultivated over the years and how easy he's had it up until now. It makes him feel even worse about attempting to take that away before he met Selene. At least with knowing that he won't stay dead, he can make it up to the people who's lives end up getting lost during the trials he's in. He doesn't go into them selfishly, but not being able to save them hurts him.

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astaroth1357 · 3 years ago

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How Often They Worry about MC…

For those who don’t know, I have a little dog named Charlie and she is a large portion of my world. There's no need to be alarmed, my dog is fine, but there are days where I hold her and all I can think about is how much I worry about her health down the line… I suppose we often do that for the people we love, particularly the ones who may not last as long as we will. Take that as inspiration if you'd like.

Lucifer

Near constantly.

If you tracked his blood pressure on a grid, you'd see it start to continuously rise about when he decided they were worth having in his life.

Lucifer is the eldest sibling to a whole crew of brothers so he's no stranger to worry. He worried about his brothers when they were young, he worried about them after the Fall, and he still worries about them now (even if he's less open about it).

But a part of him knows that his brothers can handle their own, at least to varying degrees. The MC, though? He's far less sure…

They've proven rather resilient, but also headstrong and reckless. Neither of which are good things to be in a place this dangerous...

If Lucifer isn't careful, he can catch himself staring at a wall or window just wondering where they are and if they're doing alright… If he called them every time he had a passing worry, their inbox would be full by the end each week.

He holds himself back because he doesn't have the time to constantly protect them, but that doesn't stop him from sending a text once or twice a day. They better respond or he'll start (secretly) panicking.

Mammon

He forgets their mortality from time to time, but every time he remembers it hits like a ton of bricks…

Mammon is a pretty "in-the-moment" person. He doesn't spend a lot of time dwelling on the future, but whenever he does the thought of losing MC always comes back to him again and again.

Like. It's gotta happen eventually, right? They're human, humans die, hell they don't even live that long to start with!

The MC can always tell when Mammon's getting worried because he'll get uncharacteristically quiet and pace around or hover by them…

Every little injury or strenuous task will suddenly seem like too much to him as well.

If they need to carry some boxes, he'll carry them all.

If they have to jog to class, he's carrying them.

If they so much as get a papercut, he'll have a heart attack.

It's not very hard to get Mammon out of these funks - he really does want them to reassure him that they're okay - but he's never going to get fully over it…

Not until he can steal whatever top secret immortality formula Solomon must have used anyway… He'll get it off that bastard eventually.

Leviathan

Thinks about it so often he has to actively try not to just to get any peace…

He dodges his fears for MC like a protagonist dodges lasting consequences. Every time he feels one creeping up, he's always got a distraction waiting…

"Hey where's MC at? I hope they didn't fall into the riv-OH HEY CHECK OUT THIS NEW GAME!!"

"What are they doing over there…? That looks hard, what if they bre-WAIT DIDN'T MY FAVORITE VOICE ACTOR JUST RELEASE A NEW PODCAST???"

"What if the MC dies tomorrow and they leave me all alo-DEVIL FIGHT 200! YOU CAN'T BEAT DEVIL FIGHT 200, LET’S BREAK MY HIGH SCORE!!"

Cut him some slack, his psyche cannot handle the idea of losing them on top of everything else he grapples with every day.

If, on the rare occasion, he does let himself fall down that rabbit hole he becomes extra clingy and practically begs MC not to leave his room… like ever. He'd bubble wrap them if he could.

Anytime they get really hurt or really sick he refuses to leave their side even if it means he has to awkwardly sit on the floor. He just needs to be able to glance at them every so often to be sure they're alive… Still breathing?? Phew…

Satan

He worries, preps, rationalizes, then worries again…

For Satan, knowledge is power and every scrap of information he can learn about MC is more power he can use to keep them safe and healthy.

Yes, he will want their medical history. Yes, he's going to need a list of prescriptions. Family members too. And no, you do not get a choice.

He'll read up on as many things as he can - pawn medical journals off of witches and get magical alternatives from Solomon.

The cycle usually goes:

1. He's lying awake at night because he just heard about some terrible bacteria that makes human's skin peel off or something.

2. He does all the research he can on this bacteria, its treatment options, best prevention methods, etc.

3. Gets right about to break out the rubber booties for MC to wear around, then realizes they have a very slim chance of catching said bacteria since it's only native to incredibly remote parts of Indonesia.

4. Feels instant relief that MC will probably not catch flesh-eating bacteria and can finally sleep again…

5. Hears of some other human medical horror from Solomon and starts to worry…

It's a vicious cycle indeed… But at least he's getting a lot of medical training. Soon enough he'll be the Devildom's version of a human vet (which I guess is just a doctor, come to think of it. 🤔)

Asmodeus

Lives so "here-and-now" that he doesn't remember often, but when he does it's always heartbreaking…

Asmo usually tries to worry about things as little as possible. It’s bad for the skin, you know? But when the MC is involved, all of that goes out the window.

Like how a delicate blossom eventually wilts in the snow, the MC is bound to leave them in time… Usually there's supposed to be something beautiful in that kind of tragedy, but perhaps he's just too close to them to find any romance in it.

The thought of their death gives him breakouts and anytime they get hurt or sick he's the first brother to offer them comfort. Every time.

Because he doesn't feel like he's as physically strong as he brothers, he tries to make up for it by minding their health in other ways. Anything to keep his MC strong and beautiful as always!

If Asmo is in a worrying mood, then he may also compensate by trying to take the MC out to a party or some fun event. Why sit around worrying by himself when he could be making memories with them now, right?

Beelzebub

It comes in waves, mostly at night.

When your thoughts throughout the day are mostly, "I wish I wasn't so hungry," it doesn't afford you a lot of time to think about much else.

In a way, it's a good thing since he experiences a lot less stress. But those worries are still there and they mostly plague his dreams…

Beel doesn’t feel hungry when he's sleeping, so a lot of his fears will make themselves known overnight. An injured or dying MC is often in his rotation of nightmares though, of course, he'd rather it not be…

After having one of these dreams, his first instinct is to always make sure the MC is okay. If they're with him, he'll hug them and check their heartbeat. If they're somewhere else, he'll go to them or shoot a text.

He has woken up without realizing his nightmare was all a dream though, and usually it's up to Belphie or MC themselves to console him while he cries… It's so heartbreaking, sweet boy just puts a lot of pressure on himself to be sure they're safe…

When he worries, it's like they're the most beautiful and expensive China set in a room full of bulls and hammers. If he could tape them to his side, he probably would. He gets scared for them that much…

Belphegor

More scared about it than anyone else in the House.

Despite his calm demeanor, Belphie is truly afraid of losing his loved ones beneath the surface… He's already lost one of his most dear siblings before, going through that again may just break him.

Unfortunately, he's also felt just how fragile the MC is firsthand... He's not even the strongest of his brothers, yet he was able to snuff them out so easily… Who's to say someone else won't try?

Like Beel, MC's death is a recurring nightmare for him but he can usually shake off his dreams fairly well, if not change them mid-sleep. More scary is when something is actually wrong with them or they're not feeling well.

Belphie always sets his inner laziness aside for the MC when he can. If they get sick, he'll usually be right along with his family to take care of them - even if he has to skip school to do so (not that he cares about class anyway).

When he's worrying about them, he tries to play it off at first, but soon enough they'll notice him acting overly concerned and losing sleep… Best to calm him down before he starts getting cranky.

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mostlymobilegames · 2 years ago

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HS2 first impressions

(spoilers from both books and complaining)

((This isn't as coherent as I would've liked it to be but I've spend too much time writing it already))

So after getting my ducks in order the beginning of HS2 wasn't really a bad experience, even though I still have a lot to complain about.

First of all, the MC is just not what I would've liked her to be after 10 years and like 2 consecutive wars. She still comes off as hotheaded and stuck in her own ways at times, which isn't what I want from a +30 year old high ranked immortal, especially from one who considers herself a "leader" (c'mon now). It gives off the impression that, even though she was basically Heaven's main weapon some time ago, getting a cozy spot on the Council didn't push her to get better. You can't possibly be in such a high position for such a long time and not get a better and less sensitive attitude (sure, there can be something said about the amount of trauma Vicky suffered in her Academy days which probably had an impact in her growth and is the reason for her nightmares but I'm not a psychologist, I'm just here to complain).

This isn't the worst thing (and my expectations are high because it's Alice and RC keeps creating top tier MCs) but it annoys me how small the development is after such a long time. It's not a good look, it's a look that makes it seem like she literally only got the place on the Council after graduation because she had been useful (which is somehow true, considering your average immortal had to spend years climbing the hierarchy), and that isn't completely bad unless she's not developing any skills afterwards. I do understand that she accepted that she had darkness inside her, she has power yada yada yada, but... why didn't she look into it more? Malbonte always kept talking about getting his power back from her, so why didn't anyone, not even Rebecca, look into this at some point? I don't mean immediately after winning the war, but some time down the line.

I will say that I might be too quick to judge (we started off with solitary confinement and relationship breaking) and that maybe I'm too harsh, too soon, and Vicky will prove herself in the future. I'm sure she will (proving herself is like one of her most redeeming qualities) but for know... she's not impressive. She's literally back to square one, no power, no status. Actually, she's worse now.

Now, returning to the power swap moment done by Plague, I really liked that. Not the part about how the MC became powerless, but that it was really the moment of "omg this is actually the villain". The fact that it was so easy to take away MC's only hope is horrifying but it also leaves her completely vulnerable. There's nothing there for her to use anymore.

Speaking of Plague, she's so annoying. I can't even try to respect the prowess because she's so shit. She is powerful, but the fact that she's an unknown danger and sadistic contributes more to her scary factor than her actual powers. I can't deal with villains like her, their good looks just aren't enough. Not even gonna get into the leashes scene or how creepy she is with the men, she definitely can't take refusals. I dislike that in bad guys. She's also not as bad as she likes to think she is, her power is fuelled (at least partially) by people's desperation. Her presence makes me wanna scratch my skin off.

I don't know what the plan is with characters like Loy and Andy. I only had Andy alive just for him to die immediately in HS2 so...

The rest of the LIs are as I would expect after probably being tortured for at least 3 months. I'd be really surprised if there's any genuine betrayal happening, cause I only see them as being beaten (not necessarily in a literal sense) into reluctant submission. Maybe characters like Fencio and Torendo were willing, but I doubt any of the others wanted or expected this when they went with Plague. I have no explanation for why she saw Dino as not loving the MC anymore but I'm sure there will be one.

Their new looks are superior tho, at least. And I really like how the relationship between the MC and her long time partner is being presented. Regardless of who the player was romancing, their relationship during school ran pretty hot because it was forbidden and dangerous: sneaking around, getting in trouble because of the ban, worrying about death for 3 seasons straight and so on. It's not surprising that after so many years things not only settle down drastically but they see each other more clearly. Being closed off isn't sexy anymore, it causes real tension, working late puts a strain on the relationship, being on different sides isn't exciting, it's exhausting. Real life gets in the way, they aren't college kids (who fight for their lives), they're adults who are responsible for many other people (Mimi for her students, Dino, MC and Luci for the people under them, Andy for his squad not anymore but whatever). Although it is sus how very little opening up happened in 10 years, it's expected and not surprising that the relationship turned out kinda meh.

I am curious if there will be other LIs. Part of me doubts it, there are already established romances, but idk.

The flashback in Mexico is... not that good. It isn't bad in the sense of visuals or writing, it just doesn't make sense, the four of them were never in a close friendship to the point where they'd just chill on earth. When would something like that even had happened? In season 1 of book 1 Lucifer wasn't really part of the team and idk why Dino would've agreed to go on vacation with him anyway, and in seasons 2 and 3 (in 3 more) there was a bunch of drama and wars and breaking people out of jail and being captured and training etc. WHEN did this holiday celebration happen? It couldn't have happened after defeating Malbonte, since they all graduated pretty fast and my Lucifer wasn't even alive (it makes even less sense for it to have happened after the MC sided with Malbonte🗿). It's just such a weird situation, the group was never the kind to have holidays together, even if we were to accept that Lucifer eventually warmed up to Dino enough for them to be buddies (that's not their relationship)

I have very high expectations from Rebecca and Mammon. Idk where Rebecca disappeared in chapter 2, cause I'm pretty sure no one said anything about her, only Mammon is confirmed to have ran away, so they're literally the only ones not captured (who we know exist, I don't know how many characters Plague resurrected).

The visuals in HS2 are great, no complaints there. It does seem like I've had more bad things to say than good things about the book but I am expecting abnormal levels of badassery in the future to make up for the humiliation and pain received so soon. There's just no way MC isn't gonna have her revenge on Plague. I'm really hoping she figures this powerless shit out, but I'm really liking the new partnership with Shephamalum, I'm 100% down to fill the empty vessel with god powers 🤞

#imagine if i wrote this much for my essays oof #romance club #heaven's secret #heaven's secret 2 #rc hs 2 #rc heaven's secret

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anna1306 · 3 years ago

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I LOVE your lost boys writings! I was wondering if I could get one where the reader (female please) is like a really famous rock star and she's finally back from tour to visit her boys (maybe she's been gone for a year or so?). If you could please write something along those lines, that would be amazing!! If not, I totally understand :)

Poly!Lost boys x Rockstar!Reader

To say you were excited - to say nothing. You were away for almost a year, the twelfth month of your trip nearly coming to an end. And it was a big period of time for you. For boys...

You knew about their "situation", but that didn't discourage you at all. You accepted the fact that they hunt people (since most of them were shit - you could live with that). But you made them accept one of your conditions - you weren't ready to turn yet, they had to wait. You wanted to see the world, not only in night, but in day too. You wanted to make your band famous, to live for music. Becoming immortal wasn't in plans for now.

Paul was the most accepting. He went to all of your concerts in Santa-Carla, gave you tons of records of other bands for inspiration and was boasting around that he had such great girlfriend. Marko was near him, only a little bit calmer. He helped you with your outfits and ideas for anything for your performances. Dwayne was a lot calmer than them, he helped you relax after everything, made sure you took some rest after long sleepless nights you spent thinking about lyrics and music.

David was the problem. He didn't want you to leave them. He wanted you to stay with them forever right then and there, not go anywhere or become famous just so you can leave them for anyone else ot attract unwanted attention to them. You had huge fights over it and you made yourself a promise not to eat or drink anything in the cave, knowing David and his stubborness. You had to just throw in his face the fact that you were leaving for the tour for his final explosion of emotions, fit of rage, screaming and growling and final calming down after all. He talked with you for the whole day a lot calmer after his outburst. You promised him you would return and even if you saw in his eyes doubts, you were glad he agreed to this.

Your grip tightened on the wheel. Would he still be mad? Or would he be mad that it took you so long? The thoughts, doubts, fear of his reaction clouded your head.

You breathed heavily, trying to clean your mind from negative thoughts. The tour was cool, you had tons of gifts for the guys, you finally were home! You already imagined Paul's squeals and Marko not letting go of you. How you missed Dwayne's embrace or talks with David, no matter the arguements... You missed them. Yes, you called them regularly, but that wasn't the same as when you practically lived with them. They used the phone in Max's shop, so you heard Paul's endless questions, Marko's cheering in the background, Dwayne's low voice and David's calm words. He mentioned every time how they want you to come back, and you believed that they missed you as much as you missed them.

In your thoughts you didn't even notice that you drove to the cave. Your heart beated so fast you could hear it. Breath in, breath out. And you went out from the car. Nothing scary would happen. So you shouldn't worry. Right?..

You took out the bags with gifts from the car, your own things left in the car. You obviously didn't have enough hands or strengths to carry everything at once. It was only early evening, sun was already down. Their bikes were at the entrance, so they still were in. You slowly and carefully walked down the stairs, remembering your first fall from them and how easy it was to run around after that. The place was filled to the brim with the memories, and your breath hitched in your throat at the thoughts of meeting with them again.

The barrels weren't lit, only one, near the couch, was slowly burning out, so you walked slowly, afraid to step on something in the dark. You wanted to place things down and light another barrel, but the second you put bags on the old couch, you were grabbed and taken in the air. You screamed from the surprise, even got scared for a moment, but familiar laughter made you breath out.

- YOU ARE BACK! - Paul swirled you around in the air, pressing you into him so hard you thought you would have your lungs crushed.

- Hey, dickhead, why the hell are you screaming so loud! - Marko barged into the main area, fuming. "Probably was with his birds," - you thought, trying to calm yourself down and not get sick from the spinning. - Wait a damn minute... - he definitely noticed you, freezing in his tracks.

- Marko, save me, he's gonna choke me up here, or I'll puke all over the place, - you pleaded to him with a laugh, watching as he jumped to both of you, taking you away from Paul.

- You are back! Baby, yes! - he laughed, swirling you around, but on the ground now. Alright, it was better. - Why didn't you tell us?! You called us yesterday! It's a surprise, right?!

- Marko, I called you a week ago, - you giggled, hugging him back. He furrowed his brows, trying to figure out the time. Their perception of time was adorable. They were old, even if they looked like youth and pretty much knew all of the modern stuff, they were at least hundred years old. They refused to give you an exact number, so you were left with your own guesses. Because of their immortality a night for them was more like a minute, even if they (mostly Marko) cried to you, that a month without you is eternity. You smiled at him, counting nights in his mind, watching as Paul was already at your side. But before he could grab you again, strong hands hugged you from the back and you were swapped in familiar smell. You leaned in for a touch and closed your eyes. - Hi, Dwayne.

- Hey, princess... How was the road? - he asked quietly, burying his nose into your neck. You put hands on top of his, gently squeezing his forearms.

- Long and hot, - you sighed. - I would give anything for a swim in a cool ocean... But first - gifts! - you nodded at the bags, noticing smirk of the blondes.

- Sweetie, you are gift on your own, - Paul winked at you and left a passionate kiss on your lips. He was asking for more, definitely. But for now immediately after that he ran to the bags, followed closely by Marko.

- Very unexpected gift, might I add, - you turned your head to see David. He was standing in one of the many pathways to the depths of the cave. He looked at you a little warily, while you smiled at him. Even if he was on guard for some reason (you returned, why was he still so tense?), you just wanted nothing more but to be close to him again. Sensing the mood of David, Dwayne kissed you in the neck and let go of you. You walked to the platinum blonde and put hands on his shoulders.

- You look like you didn't miss me, - you accused him quietly. He scoffed and hugged you, kissing you on the forehead.

- Don't say nonsense, kitten, - he whispered and smiled a little at you, looking you up and down, as if getting to know you all over again. - I hope now you stay forever.

- Until the next tour... - you saw the change in his expression and quickly kissed him on the lips, trying to calm him down again. - I promise you that would be the last one. Just one more time, please... And I will never leave your side again and would perform only for you, - you caressed his tensed neck, as he slowly nodded and kissed you more deeply. You smiled in his lips, hugging him tightly. You knew he had to step on his ego to agree with your plan, and for you it was a huge step from him. Even if he didn't say anything, you knew the strength of his feelings. Before you ran out of air, he pulled away.

- We better stop Paul, or he would tear your bags apart, - he whispered, making you gasp.

- Stop that right now, Paul, I brought t-shirts to you, don't tear it! - you turned to him, darting to the bags. David smirked, looking at you and following you with definitely lightened up mood.

The next half an hour you spent in hands of Marko, while giving everything to everyone. Books from different places to Dwayne, different lighters and tabacco to David, bracelets to Paul, drawing sets to Marko and a lot (read - tons) of concert stuff and merch. You finally felt at home with their bickering all around you, hugs and just their presence. You knew now - you won't ever leave them. Especially when they took you to your nest in their cave. When you saw that they kept it warm, filled with different pieces that reminded them of you, you knew you wouldn't have a heart. Maybe you would even consider taking them with you next time, who knows...

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