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Hii omg I already love your work!! Is there maybe a chance you could do a domestic Mael fic, since Estarossa already got one? 👀 Post canon x reader (and with a little bit of angst.. maybe... 👉👈)

Admist The Crash Of Worlds

Summary || Amongst the barren lands and hilltops, the ruins in which the once-dead angel had reformed back to reality, pulling yourself together is a difficulty. It was a long time coming after all.

A/N: HELLLLOOO YES! Happy to write it for you, I hope this is what you imagined. Im also happy to accept any criticism of my writing as well, I feel as if I'm not writing certain scenes or tropes (about anything in general) well enough, so if anon or any other ones reading this have advice to offer, please do so!

"Ow." A pain expression twisted amongst your rested face.

You yanked your hand back after you had felt the splice of pain shoot through your hand, garnering a look of concern from Mael, who was your company. He held your hand immediately, taking a mental note of your injury; "Not too bad, you almost had me worried friend."

The reasoning behind such a small thing, seemed to be embarrassing enough on its own. You had reached for the wall of stone, adorned with great detail and crevices of stories, which had been lined with thorns.

Letting out a sheepish laugh you shook your head, watching as he healed the small injury. The way your flesh had knitted itself back together was almost terrifying, but reassuring as the healing process had been sped up by Mael's healing ability. He sorely was something to behold, even despite past atrocities he had no knowledge of engaging in. The archangel was purely himself now, which was the hugest reassurance in itself. You were rather surprised at how quickly the goddess had adjusted back to reality after the long-time malignant pain of three-thousand years.

But even though you knew beneath such an exterior, he was still largely burdened -- weighed down by the troubles of murdering innocents, nearly killing the ones he holds dear to his heart and about regaining his original identity after so long.

In the past, you had not known of him. You hadn't met him before he became Estarossa, so you had not been affected by the spell which had transformed the memories of all that had known the archangel. Before the New Holy War had ended, you did indeed cross paths with his brother Ludociel, at first impression; he was seemingly rather arrogant and prudent. Yet as time passed, you could tell the leader of Stigma was burdened with great sadness and cared greatly for Mael. Seeing the shock on Ludociel's face had you sympathizing for him, just simply imagining that where your brother was all along, alive after thousands of years, must be painful to know.

Mael let go of your hand with careful caution, watching as you had twisted and adjusted it with peculiarity. Seeing as you looked genuinely happy to feel more okay had lit a fire of happiness in his own chest. He was glad he could be the cause of your expression of happiness.

Your eyes flit to his face, not to his own, just somewhere. "Thanks, Mael." You weren't sure if you could handle looking at his eyes, so that was the next best thing.

In a way, to stare at the sun was to be burned, and you simply couldn't dare to stare at his eyes. To hold eye contact, would sincerely result in you getting very, very embarrassed.

"Of course," He drawled, "Don't want you getting hurt next time, so be careful, will you?"

"Yeah." You muttered, shaking your head in affirmed agreement to Mael's words. Beginning to walk alongside him as you traversed the roadside, lamenting your previous actions before you had come up here with the archangel. Somewhat having a twinge of regret to agreeing to meeting Mael as you had a sparsely dense fear of heights, so you tried your best to keep away from the edges of the island.

After some time, you had decided to break the silence to pass the time. "I never noticed how beautiful the Celestial Realm is, I wished I could've seen it all sooner." You commented, taking the look around.

Mael turned his gaze to see what you were doing, a light chuckle escaping him as he had seen the expression simply lighting up the beautiful colors in your eyes.

"Rarely there had been anyone able to tend to the realm, so it was most likely the best you had not seen it in such a wretched state." He said, shrugging his shoulders with a forlorn expression. You turned back, letting out a sigh; then an idea struck you.

"If anything nature is taking back what was hers." You replied, balling your hand into a fist. Mael listened with inquisitive interest, humming as he heard you speak. "In a way, she was keeping it nice until someone could return to take care of it."

"That's..." He trailed off, then nodded slowly with a small smile, "Truly a good perspective."

You let off an intrepid smile of your own, "You don't have to personally look at it that way, but it can be a thought for reconciliation if you feel down in the dumps again." You lifted your hand, flicking his forehead which caused him to grimace, holding his forehead as he soothed the aching area.

"What was that for?" He winced, then you sighed, your brows furrowing for a brief moment.

Coming to stop, you rested your hands on your hips. "Getting depressed is not like you Mael, have hope." You pronounced, "Otherwise you won't get anything done."

Once he had been done soothing the sore area on his forehead, he chuckled, a genuine up-turning of his lips forming into a smile, something real this time around; "I'll keep that in mind."

"Will you?" You postulated, raised your brow.

"I will, it's my promise." He replied, a more firm tone taking residence.

You sighed, almost deflating as you walked forward once more, putting the two of you back on track to the main building on the island.

Mael sauntered along behind you, almost taking a more protective stance as he watched you. "Forgive my asking," Mael asked, leaving you to nod as a way to encourage him to ask his clearly wanting to know question, "How have you come to know the Seven Sins?"

"Oh those guys?" You repeated, a small smirk curling your lips. "We met a little ways back at the Edinburgh castle ten years ago." You raise your hands as the two of you reached the doorway, pushing it open with a grunt, yet it was immediately heaved open by Mael's efforts. You shook your head with a sigh, walking in as Mael waited for you to continue. "They were sent on a mission to capture Edinburgh, to take it back from the vampires that overran the castle."

"Ah the vampires?" He questioned, watching as you nodded with affirmation.

"I was actually one of the many, but I was just an accomplice of the vampires." You muttered with slight uncertainty, trailing off somewhat as you held your wrist. "Meliodas is truly one terrifying captain when he gets that way." Mael's eyes widened in surprise as he heard that sentence, clicking his jaw as he searched for words to even respond -- fill the silence surely.

"What do you mean?" He murmured, his eyes flitting to your appearance moving about the room, leaving traces of magic behind each of your steps. Each and every sound of your footsteps leaving resounding echoes in the stapes of his ears, "Did he do something to you?"

Your head shot back around, raising your hands and flailing about, "N-no! no..." You sighed, relaxing as you saw him loosen up now. "Sometimes, when someone can prove such power and exertion, it just reminds me of how weak I can be if I really tried to go against them."

He breathlessly murmured your name, leaving your eyes to flit to his eyes for once, "ah well, Meliodas was actually very nice. Reasonable out of the rest of the sins, because of him I was able to become friends with the sins."

"I see," Mael replied, almost relieved. "Meliodas truly is something else, I'll admit." He added with a forlorn smile, almost envious of the demon. The archangel sincerely wished he could be half as good or something even closer, to be a voice of reason and pure genuine connection. Mael knew though, that perhaps one day he'd be at that point, someone undeniably pure and a pinnacle of strength for those who know him.

"Don't doubt yourself." You snapped him out of his deepened thoughts, "Are you doing that again?"

He chuckled warmly, "No, just thinking."

"Okay."

You said, "How've you been with, uh," You tilted your head, "Ludociel and all?" You asked after a few moments of silent awkwardness.

Mael seemed to sincerely think about his answer, leaving you to snigger as you walked around, checking out the tapestry that told stories and the worn out walkways lighted by goddess magic stones. Then the ceiling, which was adorned with great chandeliers,

"Okay, I think." He verbalized with a slight hint of finality. Watching as you admired the gait of the environment once forgotten. "I must ask you to forgive me, I haven't been able to tend to this area just yet."

It was indeed true however, as he had begun watching over the realm — as there were no other living goddesses in existence at the moment — it was all sorts of trials and tribulations in order to clean up the isles, to reorganize and regain what was once lost. In due part to the former supreme deity that he had gained the authority to do so, to restore the celestial realm back to its former glory. All in itself was proving to be quite the difficulty, but Mael knew without a shadow of a doubt that the rewards would be worth it.

Yet the one thing he really wanted, was you.

No, no, no, he couldn't just spring that on you. Not then and especially not now.

Mael formed attachments too easily sometimes, loved too easily even.

But for now, he was content watching the gleaming life in your eyes. The boundless energy you exuded in such a way that had may as well already bring the less than tidy environment back to life. Which was in a way, refreshing, invigorating.

"Oh what's this?" You brought your hand to a wall, desolate, without decoration. Yet there were lines, indent to show an outline of a hidden doorway.

Mael traversed the space in careful steps, coming to your side as he tried to figure out the mystery. Then it struck him as he chuckled, "It leads to a deck, mostly purposed for watching the sky."

"So say if you wanted to watch the sun rise..." You trailed off with a knowing smile, your gaze moving to his, then the archangel immediately understood as he shook his head with a grin. Stepping forward, he reached his large hand to the uppermost middle of the door, ushering it open with one quick incantation. The door shuddered, and dust fell out as the door slid to the right, allowing light to peek in and fully light the way.

Mael gestured for you to go first, and so you did, not wanting to waste any time as you jogged forward. He was albeit surprised at your speed, but he decided to respond in kind, his feet leaving the ground as he flew behind you.

The sky seemingly stretched for endless dominations, centuries and centuries of memories the ethereal eyes had watched. Tears and love, rage and war, had all resided right on the surface of the earth. Seemingly every litle thing told stories, which had proven true to for as long as one can remember. You were in awe, gasping as the wisps of clouds traveling by. The sun shone brightly, a lamp light to show the way for travelers and kindreds alike.

You slowed to a stop, feeling the breeze cross on by and tickling the nape of your neck. It is all there it was, and all it ever will be.

Mael watched as you slowed, stopping to gaze at the breath of Lady Luck. He slowed down himself, his feet hitting the stone cobble of ground and the four wings furling in on themselves. He stepped forward, once then twice.

"It's..." You murmured, feeling the coldness of the breeze bite at your nose and cheeks.

"Beautiful?" He added for you, watching as you nodded in agreement. You clearly seemed to be rather in awe of the view, but he doesn't fully understand why. Mael always saw this particular type of viewing anywhere he went when he flew, so he was rather desensitized to the concept.

"Not something I see everyday, even the beauty of the sun gets better up here." You commented, "How wonderful."

"I suppose it is." He laughed faintly, coming up to your side as you watched him, "Goddesses who feel at loss, or want to be alone come here. Though there was few who knew of this spot."

"I can see why," You interjected, returning your gaze to the vast expanse of the ever eternal sky.

You walked toward the opening of the railing, and sat down. He hummed questioningly, following you once more and copying your movements. Mael had hoped you didn't mind he did so, "I am glad you decided to come here."

"Me too." You responded immediately, smiling upon him as you briefly glance at him. Mael's lips were agape, yet his jaw stilled. The immense beauty, handsome or beautiful, was rather distinct of your features.

The colors shone brightly again, it was again that the colors radiated, leaving him with a sense of fulfillment he had never felt before.

In the rays of the sun, he would be there, as you would be there for them.

To the once demon, to Mael, the archangel whom once held the Grace of the sun.

It was always enough.

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bunji-enthusiast · 2 months ago

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I Am Flesh and I Am Bone (Like Glitter & Gold)

Summary || You and Estarossa live together, but in the last few days from within the comfort of your own home, the demon has figured out he is more human than he think he is. A/N: once in a blue moon, I'm motivated enough to write something decent out of my own brain. Yes this is domestic, sue me.

His bed head was both feasible and, quite frankly, hilarious to you. The demon let out a low groan as he sat at the table, eyes flickering with darkness.

He lets out another groan, yet this one seemed to resemble a pleased one.

"You gonna keep staring, my love?"

You let out a short laugh, lips almost puffing out. Leading your own way to the wooden and round table, you pat his head full of silver hair once you reach him, feeling the warmth radiating from his being. Hearing a content hum rumble from his throat. Then your hand cradled his jawline, the patch of stubble that added so dearly to his charm. You wished you could keep staring, for forever.

Or to put it more adequately; for eternity. You weren't sure of the potential lifespan that demons had, royal or not.

"You just looked a little more handsome," You commented with an almost snide grin. "-Is all." You added with a short nod. His eyebrows quirked, both amused and curious.

"Is that so?" He replied, leaning forward, his height yet towering yours. Lips almost close enough to kiss.

"Maybe I should mess up my hair a little more often." Estarossa postulates, his lips tugged into that familiar smile, even in battle or out of it - he always was amused with the rarity of things.

Especially now, that is what it was.

"Maybe." Your head lifted in a stout energy outburst, meeting his lips with your own. Captured in a kiss, yet not long, the two of you pulled back. You watched as Estarossa sat back down, rolling his right shoulder, the clavicle and scapula beneath his tanned skin and stretched, unwelcome as you watched his face cross with pain.

Your features contort in slight worry, "That wound of yours isn't getting any better... is it?"

He lets out a hum, lifting his head, Estarossa doesn't really like keeping things from you. The man's facial features seemed to soften, impossibly. Albeit he knows well enough not to lie about it either, so he simply nods in a manner, 'no'

You sigh, scrambling over over to a row of cabins, and opening a door that holds the supply of bandages and the like.

Normally, Estarossa was capable of healing all his wounds and injuries, but one of his latest and unintentional bouts, keyword; unintentional — Had left him with a wound that was hard to heal, and had to deal with it at the pace of the average human healing process.

His eyes watched your movements, seeing you take out a fresh wrap of bandages. He sighs wistfully, knowing what came next.

You nod your head, gesturing for him to take off his sweater, which was so perfectly rolled up at his elbows. The muscles straining against the band of the rolled up sleeves, you were gonna miss that for a time.

Estarossa could do nothing else but comply with your order, taking off his sweater. He folded it up, setting it down on the wooden round table. His tired eyes flit carefully to yours as you come straight to him, each step on pilot.

His skin was perfectly adorned, the sun adored his body, letting it grow into the utmost importance. Yet it was right there, sitting at the top of his sternum and crawling right back into the blade of his collarbone, then ended back at the end of his shoulder blade. The blood had dried up for the most part, but it was still raw enough that if touched, it would elicit quite a pained shock.

You sighed a quiet breath of relief, that he had listened to you and not disobeyed your, at the time -- meek orders when you had first seen the wound at the time.

"Goddamn." You murmured, tentatively breaking the silence. Unwrapping the fresh bandages, you began getting to work.

The sun rose sky high, yet the mist rose true to shrouding you both from any unwanted eyes, it was at your request that you had preferred not to be found. So he complied, summoning one of the best spells he knew to keep the two of you hidden.

Estarossa let out a chuckle in response, "That bad darling?" You shook your head, almost stammering, then pursed your lips as you fell into thought. You needed to focus, first and foremost so that you wouldn't mess up your work.

His brow raised, almost amused at your stammering. A characteristic which was rare in the few, but unique enough to understand it was you alone, that had made it so adorable to Estarossa.

You ushered him to raise his right arm, to which he complied once more without argument. Then, you wrapped around the bandages, the amount of space that his large wound had taken up on his arm, then you pushed it back down somewhat. You tapped his neck once, "Is it okay?-"

"No need to ask," He uttered, the demon's eyes flitted to yours for a brief moment, then back straight ahead into the space before him as he closed his eyes.

So you took the invitation, carefully going around his neck, taking the wrapping off of a decency that he still had room to breathe. Then wrap it around a few times before you have finally cut off the wrapping. Giving it a once over, you patted his shoulder - "It's not the best, but it should hold up for, uh, now." You gave utterance too, watching as he lifted up his head, a large hand raised and rested, resting his head against the posted stand of his hand.

"You're too sweet for me." He drawled, opening his eyes with a small grin, you scoffed with a shake of your head at his comment. Now taking your own seat, and crossing your arms.

"In any case, it seems to be healing up okay enough." You affirmed with a coarse but firm expression, raising your hand as you spoke.

Estarossa lets out a low laugh, "Yeah, it ought to."

Truth be told, he wanted to get hurt a thousand more times like this if it meant that he would get this side from you. To be closer with you, and it was such a wonderful feeling, something he hadn't often felt in his long life.

He blinked for a few moments, to think of a subject, but then it finally came to mind as the light-bulb had brightened.

"Any new personal projects?" He asked, his voice seemed to carry a baritone of tiredness, but equal in curiosity about you specifically. You shrugged your shoulders, trying to truly craft a half-way decent answer to his question. Which in truth, had nearly short-circuited your brain, as you had been staying up so far late into the night in the last few days.

You rested your head against your hand, then sat back straight up, "Well not really, but, I did start a new book." His brows lifted, a more gentle expression of curiosity, a way to encourage you to continue talking about the subject.

So you delved further, "It's basically a lot about our world, Britannia."

The summary of the book of which you had spoken about, mostly consisted of conspiring and wars, to take down an evil tyrant king. But you had more so delved into the characterization of each of the characters themselves, which he had come to recognize as you being extremely analytical and nitpick any piece of information that you had been given.

With each word spilling about your mouth, he simply was content, even in the past if he had been so used to garnering allies for stupendous results and nefarious purposes; Estarossa always had a habit of taking his time, and watching things play out. It seemed he didn't really completely suppress that habit, because you seemed to be so happy about spilling things of your new object of interest. He couldn't find it in himself to interrupt, though, he only interrupted if he asked a question about one piece of information or the other.

Otherwise it was quite interesting, and rather nice to hear you talk. Against the reality of such a dark world, truly a bright spot he could find conceivable in the dark was you alone. Estarossa wondered how long he could live this life with you in peace.

Even way back to his youth he had yearned for something more beyond just being a war killing machine, with each passing moment however, he had only one derelict goal. That was to prove himself to Meliodas, the former leader of the once existing Ten Commandments. He was once quite the crybaby as many would often call him, barely able to even kill a little bug.

But sure enough, he didn't find the need to kill. Well, within time he had been stopped and proven that he didn't even need to kill, unless deemed necessary to do so.

It was odd really, he wasn't as monstrous or dangerous as he made himself out to be. Deemed to be a strange man, that he knew, but he never really was a true demon.

He was just merely a figment of one whole identity, someone who should've never existed in the first place. Especially his own name, that wasn't real either. But here he was now, defying the fates of existence against all odds. Estarossa was still here, with you, and there was nowhere else he wanted to be. In which case, was the very best thing, because everything about you: was an absolute treasure he'll forever cherish for the rest of his eternal existence. Depending on how long he is meant to live for the matter.

Estarossa was a man garnered from flesh and bone, stealing one body and walking amongst the valley of kings. Shadow of men who stake their lives on dreams, and once had pondered his life. For what he was, but it was there, a fire glimmering in the depths of what was once his cold-misted soul, a forest snowed on and covered, strayed in the dark.

It was an internal state of pondering, his mind had always strayed to that valley of golden fields, seated deeply in the isles of the Celestial Realms.

Then he met you, one day out in the sticks of the old lands of Britannia. Way over 3,000 years ago, which admittedly was quite a long time in retrospect when he thought about it. However, it seemed you took him by the horns and threw around his life for the better. Even if he wasn't completely there at the time due to... other matters, he deeply appreciates the notion.

"Rossa?"

He blinked for a few moments, then let a small smile take his lips. "Sorry doll; I was lost in thought."

A look of contempt crosses your face, almost in disbelief, but up-endedly, you sighed. You couldn't really stay angry at Estarossa for long, "If we didn't know each other as long as we did, I would've punched you for not listening."

He feigns a look of hurt, pressing a tanned hand against his chest. "I am offended, who would want to hurt this handsome ol' face?" Estarossa said, but then a small brief expression of hilarity cracks against his feigned-hurt demeanor.

You shook your head at his antics, a small smile spreading on your face. Estarossa notices this, mumbling a quick reassurance of success of getting you to crack once again.

"Hm," You mumble, resting your head on the wooden surface of the round table. He tilts his head in stout curiosity, opting to rest his hand over yours, which had been strewn and laid out against the length of the table.

Your eyes shot to his when you had felt the warmth pressing into the cold centers of your nerves, sensing the worry that he had for you. Which you had duly appreciated, "I'm fine, Estarossa."

"Have you been getting any sleep?" He shot back, leaning forward almost to gain eye level with you. The demon, once fearless and quite the killer, was showing concern for you, of all people.

Sure, you've known him since way back. But this was different, like he had adapted a completely new personality, but not so completely different. As if he had been changing, there was a process of change, and you were so busy with; integration, the sleepless nights, and among other things — that you didn't notice it at all.

There wasn't a crack of impatience on his face either, "I-"

But you caved, you were sure, that he would see through your weak facade of awakeness. So you just simply gave him a weak nod, "No, not really."

That settled things then, Estarossa tentatively removed your hand from his own, and stood up, the chair groaning as it had been freed from the weight (it still stood so mighty and strong, how surprising). Your weary eyes lifted as you watched him take only a mere two steps toward you, hooking his hands right onto your waist.

"Mind standin' up for me darl?" He asked, you wondered why, but you couldn't find it in yourself to protest. So you went along with it, standing up as you found your back hitting his chest.

Then with a grunt, he heaved you into a bridal carry, and yet again your head hit against the threshold of his chest. He was startlingly warm for someone who seemed to appear cold at times; in battle or outside of it.

"Where are you taking me?" You asked, though you most likely knew the answer to the already insipid question. He shoots you a small smile, something akin to that of a cat.

as if it were his way of saying, 'You'll know.'

Estarossa didn't stop walking until he reached all the way to your bedroom, the comforting odd air smacking your nose as he opened the door. Then walked right on over to your bed, plopping you down right on it which elicited a pavlovian response from you; laughing as he had done so.

The mattress was soft, and rather comforting. Like a hug, to cherish and shield you from the world.

Then Estarossa takes his place on the top of you, like a straight log. You let out a breathless giggle as he kissed your face all over, but once he stopped, he just flopped down again.

"Try to fall asleep doll," He mumbled, "Otherwise you'll never escape me." He announced in a small voice, an even smaller grin on his face.

You shook your head at his antics, same as usual, but...

Truly, Estarossa was showing concern for you.

He would always hear you.

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