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bunji-enthusiast · 7 months ago

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• Sypnosis || In which the friendship eventually turns into a triangle of ineffable feelings for one another.

• CW || none worth to be noted (somewhat rushed, I’m kinda lazy though).

• word count || 1,187

• pairing(s) || platonic Derieri/Reader at first, eventual romantic Derieri/Monspeet/Reader

• Note || I can’t just like them individually, my bisexual ass…

♥︎ Derieri, whom you’ve befriended long before the 3,000 year sealing of the demon race – is someone you hold very dear to your own seven hearts. You two are best friends of course, but you never viewed her in the romantic sense, it was always Monspeet you were rooting for to capture her own seven hearts eternally and live a life together. However long it may be.

♥︎The other commandments would always cast incredulous expressions whenever the two of you had conversed, somehow always seeing it as malicious conversation just on the surface level. However that never was the case, between just these two higher ranked demons, it was always playful teasing from your end and half-hearted responses from hers. You were always albeit tired on this aspect, but it certainly brought you precious memories to shower you in the warmth that the coldness brought on by the earth casted upon you.

♥︎ Monspeet was always pleasantly surprised at how well the two of you get along, he was rather glad in the sense Derieri had taken a liking to other beings beside himself. Even though her demeaned personality made it seem worse for wear, it was always steady in your little friend group of three. You always had teased the two altogether sometimes, but it was light and soft-hearted, Derieri had always casted you that accursed glare of annoyance – which meant to back off. You couldn’t help it though, but you always kept silent and to yourself, having a tired look about you and somewhat just about done with the existence of everything in life.

♥︎ You yourself were a stand-in as a part of the Ten commandments, usually only stepping in if a current commandment had; died, gave it back, or gave up the title as a whole. So it was only a rare occurrence, but you were on orders from the Demon King himself to accompany the Ten Commandments as you were very useful along with the rest. So it has given you more opportunities to spend time with your best friend Derieri, you find her comments very endearing at times. You could usually find yourself agreeing with her blatant honesty, cause it was as if she was saying things for you that you couldn’t. As you were reserved and quiet for the most part, just partly acting as a servant to the rest of the Ten Commandments.

♥︎ Between Derieri and yourself, your personalities would seem to clash. But your friendship stood strong against the testament of time. It was in due part that you had figured she would’ve been done with you by now. All fair really, you both had played a part in the protection of one another. She was like your verbal attack dog, and you were her second pair of eyes in combat – a decent trade and the usual banter. To you, you were always content with this. Even if you disliked the current life you led, you always thought about both Monspeet and Derieri, you wanted to keep living to see the day those two had confessed their feelings for one another.

♥︎ The romantic tension was obvious, subtle but it was there. You could easily sense it between the two, even if on the offhand that Derieri was the denser one when it came to this aspect. You were in the sense envious of both of them, but you suppressed those kinds of emotions and went on with your duties. As a demon and as her friend, you always found yourself in the peaceful tides even in the enraging plate raptures of the earth.

♥︎ Unbeknownst, two of your most precious loved ones had their eyes on you. Finding you as someone a rarity to ever find in a lifetime for a demon. They simply couldn’t let you slip away, all those memories had their hearts opening a spot for you. Even in their most fondest times, they always thought back to you. It was in a weak moment that Derieri had admitted to Monspeet that whenever she thought about you, warmth had enveloped in her chest, safely tucked away but it was there. In those eyes of his, he had held agreement, silently holding Derieri closer.

♥︎ You wondered, if there had ever been a time of peace that you could truly drink in the rarities of life, the songs of birds and the dances of the people. Such thoughts were taboo, especially even in the midst of the war to take over Britannia for the demon race. You couldn’t help but hold out an ounce of hope that the other races would prevail against the demon race, and not let themselves be taken over. That was something you always hoped throughout the course of every single impacting event you had experienced.

♥︎ It evidently became clearer to the two, the farther you strayed from them mentally – the worse their chances of hoping to have a peaceful and calm life with you were diminishing. You were becoming more quiet and reserved, it was as if your usual personality had become ten times worse, through the roof. Simply as you were, mute. You no longer held any reason to actually talk, and opted to just focus on performing your demonic duties.

♥︎ Still, as much as it took a mental blow to the two, Monspeet had just decided to respect your time and space and asked Derieri to do the same – To not strain your already dwindling relationship. The orange-haired woman was upset nonetheless, but she obliged Monspeet’s request to not push about anything with you in question. She just wished she could’ve done or said something sooner, in passing, as recent events had her questioning her previous loyalty to the demon clan and her hatred toward the goddess race.

Collecting the commandments was the current mission, a mission of importance to gather them and ensure that Meliodas bears the authority of becoming the new Demon King. You had held some confusion about the initial turn of events, but you had no one else to turn to but just yourself. So you compressed your emotional decision-making, and went out quicker than the rest the moment the issue was ordered to gather all the commandments from the ones who held them. It was Zeldris who had the feeling why you were so quick to be abrasive, casting yourself from the demon habitat.

He knew the feeling all too well, holding an ounce of sympathy toward you in his seven hearts. You had been close with Monspeet and Derieri, the thought of finding out they had possibly betrayed the order of demon knights was a kindred of fate too much to bear.

You could finally be yourself, alone in your thoughts, ‘Why would they turn to these circumstances? I am fairly unsure.’ The sudden burst of anger had surprised even yourself, propelling your wings to move you faster to any one of the closest locations that a commandment could possibly emit.

One could only hope, you could cross paths with them in better circumstances.

But even then, the thought of the future won’t allow you that peace.

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bunji-enthusiast · 27 days ago

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The commandments, specifically Melascula, Derieri, Zeldris, Drole, Gloxinia, Monspeet and Estarossa, reacting to meeting their old friend/love interest. Except what if you made it like a memory? Or like (y/n) is dead, and the commandments are about to die or smth? but then similar to what happened to Derieri when she died, they get a flashback to seeing (y/n)? Angst/fluff please🙏

Way Down We Go

Sypnosis [The once-fearsome commandment, turns out to not be all that fearsome, leaving them with a comforting memory of you.]

Characters [Estarossa, Monspeet, Melascula, Derieri. I've decided to cut out the other three, my apologies, I wasn't very motived for their parts.]

Note || hello hello, hope what I provided was fufilling. I tried to make sure they each adhered to the individual complexities of their character (nakaba I will forever hate you for making them so interesting and then throwing them away). It's up to you how you interpret your relationship with any of the characters.

Estarossa

Maybe he was still left at the fields, the loneliness vast and ever-expanding in the pits of his heart. Estarossa wasn't sure what to make of it, beyond his usual displays of confidence. Perhaps he was the least bit out of it, trapped in that dark cocoon of memories, and even worser ones. Estarossa was at all odds, within himself especially. Because within his memories, he found something brightening his sullied mindset, the darkness of his soul; you. Like the pathways filled with pillars of light, and he could find himself taking the time to admire each and every single one of them.

Even if he were to be stuck between a rock and a hard place, he could find the longevity of his stay far easier when he thought of you. Particularly in the now, where he laid, healing from the injuries he sustained in his battle with Escanor -- he had proven to be more then the average human, in all of his long centuries he's lived, the sin of pride had proven to be quite the formidable fighter amongst the seven sins. Which in a way, he found himself with some understanding as how and why you found yourself befriending them following that exchange of heavy other-worldly blows.

He wasn't completely sure why the only thing he could currently perceive was the darkness (and the occasional change of enviroment), yet one thing remained a constant variable. Which once again was you, however, he soon had been left to figure out that he was only dreaming.

Estarossa could not truly feel, smell and hold you in his arms.

But it was enough to see you infront of him, even if only the trepidation brought on by the mists of his ever-clouded mind.

"Rossa?" The soft-familiar dialect brought him from his pits of his profound thinking. The call of his nickname, of which you only seemed to defer to him as, elicited a pavlovian response from the would-be demon; Estarossa craned his head, his gaze inset upon your very being, however blurred or perhaps vivid it may be. Though the expression he found on your face was what had surprised the man. You weren't at all feeling emotional, you were only soft, and gentle for the most part.

Breezes swayed throughout, interrupting the way your hair sat so neatly upon your head. He couldn't have any regard for his own disheveled appearance, but the way nature seemed to work so hard, and in the beauty of the landscape made you seem so majestic in comparison to it's own. He was left to wonder, truly, if he deserved to so as much even lay eyes on you beyond these coincidental meetings.

You were something else, a fresh breath of air against all that he was far too used to. A sight of which he could drink in every time until he was impassably drunk for demon standards, there was no matter in which he would want to stop talking to you.

Consequences be damned.

The onset of the silence, as oddly comforting, seemed to discern his strings of concern regardless. "Well, something wrong?" Estarossa snickers, his lips thinly forming into an bemused smile. He leans back somewhat, to gain a proper view of you. When you merely laughed in response, his seven hearts seemed to soar.

Monspeet

Flames licked at every inch of his being, angry, flames. Yet within the fervor of the enraged, indignant spirits of which cowled his sight and all five senses---he was, strangely, at peace.

For which a reason, or multiple, he wasn't truly able to ascertain. Come up with an answer that would be possibly far-fetched sure, but nothing he could actually be able to understand. That what was his surefire sense of reality had felt, peace. Even beyond the depths of the anger, hands crawled around, perhaps pulling him one direction or the other, it wasn't able to decide. Yet in the confusion, there was one decision, he was safe.

Maybe for all that he was, all that he was worth, he was still Monspeet. One of the greatest Hellblaze users to live in the vast history of the demon race, so perhaps, the flames were scolding him for his great mistake. Letting up in combat when he shouldn't have, that one transitory second where everything had flipped the pieces on the table that had quickly become the battlefield. Marred by scorches of past memories, a memoir dependent on a walking, living relic.

"Hey! The hell's with that moping face of yours?"

And there it was, at the reaches of disdain and clashing of weapons, he was at the safe house of your inviting warmth. For what had happened so far, he certainly didn't expect someone like you to approach someone like him, not now and not even ever. However, maybe he could allow himself a degree of selfishness. He could allow himself to indulge in something, where death wasn’t the only thing staining his hands.

“No need to be bothered about me.” He simply responds, everytime he uses that same set of words in similarity throughout the use of the phrase. He need only to keep you at an arms length, just to be sure.

Though at first he was hesitant to even consider conversing with you, despite the good intentions you clearly present, his thousands of thoughts circulated throughout his mind. And he was therefore not afraid to kill you at a moments notice. Yet the more he had come to know you, the more he realized you were simply being genuine. Monspeet found himself drawn to you, and he wasn’t sure why. The words he’s held in his heart, continued to pile on. It was inconceivable. He was good at playing the part, playing the villain. But he simply had come to learn more about himself through your good, but nevertheless incessant and stubborn actions.

Even with every breath he took, to take his orders with perfect stride, he found himself faltering. Having to pull himself together silently, to not draw any attention to himself. Though with you, he was more than okay with being perceived—differently. Despite not being used to it initially, Monspeet was genuinely at ease with the thought.

Though it seemed fate struck a different note on the very concept of just simply living, without the noise of fear and rampant destruction.

He was going to have to offer one of the longest apologies of his life, Monspeet was going to his grave right here in and now, even with the words in his heart; He hadn't dared to let them slip past his lips, being a warrior whom held the Commandment of Reticence. It seemed even in the now, obstacles would intrude on the very ending he wished for.

Monspeet heard a saying once; 'Eyes are the window to the soul.' So he wondered if you, had indeed knew what those eyes of his own were saying to you. One final time in this life of his.

Melascula

Even within all her long years of living, she always deemed herself a pitiful demon despite her status as an elite of the race. The times where she had the mask as the demon of faith, it seldom broke in the presence of others who Melascula knew she'd never form bonds with. Betrayal seemed to be the constant variable for someone like her, an inevitability that she soon found herself growing comfortable with.

Melascula was without a doubt, just a footstep in the name of others to improve their skill. For as strong as she was, there was always a bigger fish she found in the face of her battles within combat. Another omen constantly omitted.

Yet, she stayed faithful.

She was faithful, and even then that wasn't enough. Then, even one opponent after the other, she one day encountered you one of the many pools of demon miasma within the realm. You too were a demon, yet only a foot soldier, however the things she had sensed about you --- she was proven considerably otherwise. You were far more capable than she expected, Melascula's interest was thoroughly piqued. An elite demon's interest is hard to capture, and you had noticed that, so you were to say the least; worried.

But then she was more of a humble comrade, despite the way she spoke and behaved, to you, she was far more friendly then you've seen toward any other demon. You had no real confirmation of her true intentions, so initially, you kept your distance until you truly were sure of her most genuine intentions.

With time, your initial alarm had waned. No longer putting up a guard, Melascula was at most, pleased. She had found a bona-fide associate, someone whom she could share her implicit trust in.

It had sincerely brought forth a fickle dam of emotions she hadn't felt before, and that alone, in her moment of her final few breaths that she was truly comfortable and free of pain. Maybe she wasn't going anywhere good, with all damning destruction she's caused, but the memory of you alone was like aloe to her burning skin.

Melascula was content, enough to know that she could put her faith in you as a long-time associate and comrade and you would put your faith in her as well, irregardless of all that has transpired.

Irregardless of those eyes locking all those years later.

Derieri

Even to those who deigned the battlefield, your ability to communicate with each other---especially with a single glance was like none other. It transcended the physicality of true restraint, the ability to communicate verbally and through action. As if above all else, you were each other's missing piece. Even if you were pushed between the cross of no man's land and the edge of the world, Derieri perceived, then persevered. Which had imbued you with a sense of formality to continue pushing through as well, despite lacking the ability to communicate perfectly well due to what had happened so long ago, you were the only other being in existence to perfectly formulate her thoughts.

Despite the brashness in certain actions which her emotions had led too, she truly had appreciated you far more than you knew of. Derieri is aware there are not many who are willing to put up with someone like her, even if she seldom gives acknowledgement to the idea.

Though, even with all that she tries to do, to persist in order to protect the people she cares about. Derieri finds herself failing, another one, lost to the four winds.

To her, you were a pillar of strength. Standing tall, and hard as the best material impossibly found in the farthest depths of mountain caves. She truly had been far more motivated because of you, and the likes of few others. Derieri found the sense of strength she holds even in the now, thanks to you.

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