#oc – worthless sorrow

[pmpwbrrs]

playing with colours

[saturnville]

better to have loved, II.

pairing: michael rainey jr inspired male oc (kordell) x coco jones inspired fem oc (akia) summary: kordell and akia have a complicated relationship. he is all into her, and she’s confused as to what she wants due to a recent heartache. throughout their ups and downs, he’s convinced that it’s still better to love her than to not love her at all. warning: angst. old plot revived. eventual fluff. heartache. unrequited love. songs: better to have loved, keke palmer. love, need, and want you, patti labelle. if only you knew, patti labelle. relationship, anthony ramos. tags: @neeville @zayswriting @dulcewrites

Later that day, Akia had left Kordell’s home after they spent a few more hours together, only to return what seemed to be moments after she'd left.

She knocked on the front door multiple times. Her fist pounded against the door so heavily that one would've thought it was the police dying to alert the homeowner of an emergency. To her though, the situation she had found herself was nothing short of an emergency. One that would leave her heart desolate and lacking what it needed most--love.

Kordell opened the door with a confused look etched upon his features. His thick eyebrows were scrunched together, the shape almost resembling a frown, and his lips were pursed together. The hard look softened when he saw her face.

She was no longer glowing. A large cumulonimbus cloud sulked above her crown as it drenched her in sadness and sorrow. Her lips were down turned to a deep frown and her once glistening eyes were almost as dark as the sky above them. There was no joy or happiness swarming in her normally soft pools of honey. They'd crusted over.

Kordell said nothing, rather he opened the door further for her to enter. She muttered a small thank you, kicked off her shoes, then trudged up the stairs to his room. She heard his footsteps behind her, but didn't acknowledge his presence until he closed the door and called her name.

Akia slowly peeled off her jacket and placed it on his nightstand. She rotated her body so she was facing him. His soft eyes met hers, and the look of concern, the look of tenderness that grazed over his innocent features made her tear up. She was all over the place.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Kordell was quick to step to her, engulfing her in a warm hug. Akia sighed deeply and dug her face into his neck. He almost shivered when her cool nose grazed his heated skin.

She muttered a name, a name he knew all too well. It was the name of her ex. His name was Damien, and God, did he make her life hell. They had one of those relationships where one person is so in love that they don't realize how toxic their partner is until they're too deep into the relationship. Damien wasn't as good as everyone thought he was, as good as Akia thought he was. She stayed with him for a little over a year, but it was the worst year of her life, and Kordell’s, too.

He was the one she ran to every time her former lover drove a stake into her heart without a care. Not that he minded, because that was apart of being her friend, but it got exhausting seeing another guy treat her like trash when he knew he could treat her like the treasure she was.

Kordell pulled away from Akia and asked her to tell him what happened, just because he knew she needed to release all the things she was withholding. Once she started, she couldn't stop.

She told him about how he sent her a surplus of text messages, all begging her to return to him like a dog who'd ran away from their owner. She told him that when she declined and implored him to stop texting her phone from random numbers, he called her out of her name, stomped on her dignity, and left her to dry.

Retelling the story was a struggle, as she had to pause a few times to recollect herself. Kordell’s blood boiled as he listened to her retell the story. He'd never understand how a person could treat her as a "worthless human being," as Damien addressed her as.

"Kia." His voice was gentle. Akia lifted her head and dabbed her tears away with her fingers. "Please," he started. "don't let a boy, dictate your worth. You're precious, worth more than rubies and diamonds, and anything else the world can offer. He's an idiot, and he's been one ever since he let you go. He had no clue what he was missing, and still don’t. But, don't let yourself fall apart of over him, over anybody. Love yourself. Please... The trauma ain’t worth it, mama.”

Kordell’s touch was gentle as he caressed her hip softly in comfort. A small breath fell from Akia’s lips and she found herself falling shy underneath his gaze. Her lips twitched as she tried to fight the smile that was desperate to crawl unto her face.

"Okay," she said with a soft nod. "Thank you..." Her voice was barely above a whisper, but he still heard it. Their eyes stayed locked on one another. No words were exchanged between the two, as neither one of them had anything to say. Kordell’s eyes fell to her lips, which were coated in a thin layer of chapstick. He could smell the strawberry scented wax.

He found himself leaning in, and soon his lips ghosted hers ever so slightly. In the back of his mind, he was having a battle. Part of him was scolding himself for kissing her without her permission, but the other half couldn't resist. The angel on his right shoulder spoke louder than the devil on his left, so he pulled away. But, when he saw her inspecting his lips, he tried again.

His insides jolted with excitement when her soft lips brushed against his. She fell into the kiss momentarily, then retracted. "I shouldn't have done that." Her warm breath fanned his lips.

Akia brought her hands to her forehead and huffed. She moved away from him just slightly. The confidence that surged through his body drained just as quickly as it filled his body. His hand dropped from his waist.

"What?” his breath was caught in his throat.

"We're just friends, Dell,” she said. "I-I hi shouldn't have--I've got to go."

She jumped up from the bed and grabbed her sweatshirt from his nightstand. She slid it over her body. Kordell’s shoulder's fell and he could feel his head begin to get heavier and heavier. He didn't understand why she had to go. When she came, he was almost excited. Not because she was upset, but because the opportunity to bring her comfort was present.

Even if he couldn't have her as his lover, he wanted her as a friend. He wanted to shower her with the love, support, and warmth she deserved. Even if it mean holding her as she cried over another guy for hours on end. Anything to be close to her, it was all he desired.

Kordell didn't fight her. He simply said okay and allowed her to walk out of the door. There was nothing else for him to say, unless he wanted t announce that she'd just shattered his heart for the millionth time. But, part of it was his fault. He allowed it to happen. He saw it as it was better to love someone else even if it meant getting no love in return.

Kordell heard the revving of her engine as she started the car and pulled off into the night. It seemed that now she was no longer around, he could finally let out all the emotions he kept bottled away. And for the first time in months, he cried. He cried because he loved a girl who only saw him as a friend. He cried because he invested so much into her just to not receive what he was giving her in returned. He cried because even though she was unintentionally causing him pain, he could never let her go.

[ouroborosorder]

hello! i've been lurking on your blog for a while and i like your posts so if you ever decide to post about your leithanien oc i'm happy to (albeit shittily) attempt to draw them

Oh!! Well, since you offered so kindly, I may have to go ahead and do it!!

Monochrome is a 5 star Decel Binder. She was born a poor citizen of Leithania, whose family struggled to find the ability to make enough money to keep themselves afloat. After her father died due to being unable to afford to treat a workplace injury, she made up her mind that she had had enough, and decided that she wanted to become a musician, so that she and her mother no longer need to live in squalor.

She took up composing on her father's old viola, composing somber and tragic songs that conveyed her sorrow at her father's passing, performing it on the street in effort to raise money. it never worked, and she grew more and more desperate, eventually, pouring everything she had into the performance, her desperation quietly infusing her song with her Arts, causing a strong emotional reaction in listeners. A passing noble took notice, asking for her to audition to potentially be a patron of his.

She went to the performance, but was unable to perform with the same fervor, eventually causing the nobleman to grow bored, and ask her to leave. In desperation to not blow her chance, she begged for one more performance, then cut herself with Originium, Infecting herself in an effort to draw her Arts to the surface, an effort that was effective, and with her patronage, she eventually found an audience and a moderate success, enough to care for herself and her mother. However, her Oripathy went untreated, and her condition deteriorated slowly in secret. Eventually, it significantly worsened as a result of being in Urtica during the time of the false recovery incident, and she was taken into Rhodes Island for treatment, where she was enrolled as an Operator at her request as payment for the care.

Her unique Arts were found to demoralize the spirits of those who hear her music, slowing their movements and eventually causing them to lose heart entirely. Monochrome's Arts are something she cannot control, always infusing her music when she performs it, no matter what. As a result, any song she performs evokes simply a hollow melancholy, regardless of the song. She has managed to make nuance of melancholy, however, and has developed a dedicated following as a result.

Her name, Monochrome, was taken from a particularly scathing review of her body of work, saying that every song she writes fades into the same melancholic monochrome, after which, she decided to lean in by dressing exclusively in grey, black, and white suits. It is clear that she is still irritated by this review years later.

Upon Monochrome’s arrival, many operators excitedly told her that Czerny was onboard as well, believing them to be comrades. Monochrome immediately sought out Czerny and engaged in an hour long shouting match with him. During which, he denounced her music, saying that “any musician who can’t evoke an emotion is worthless,” and her retorting by calling his music “overtly melancholic saccharine garbage.” Operator Ebenholz was reportedly laughing. It is recommended to keep these two apart for the time being.

She has short, light grey hair, with large ibex horns sprouting from her head. She wears a formal tuxedo, entirely in shades of dark grey, white, and black, with small accessories in blue to break up the monotony here and there. To be quite honest I am quite bad at visualizing a character design, so that's the most I have.

[ari-cuno]

I posted 346 times in 2022

195 posts created (56%)

151 posts reblogged (44%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@zu-is-here

@shinechermont

@help-im-a-gay-fish

@dreemurr-skelememer

@dragon-tamer-1

I tagged 205 of my posts in 2022

Only 41% of my posts had no tags

#utmv - 74 posts

#undertale au - 69 posts

#ask - 68 posts

#doodle - 52 posts

#sanscest - 35 posts

#oc - 32 posts

#ink sans - 32 posts

#ari is happy - 29 posts

#errorink ship child - 28 posts

#ari talks - 27 posts

Longest Tag: 134 characters

#and they play there videos at 5 in the morning when everyone is sleeping but everyone respects their sleep and they dont respect ours-

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Jakei delivered the masterpiece of the year <3 Figured I draw a silly lil doodle of the bozos-

215 notes - Posted December 21, 2022

#4

Dark Cream Week Day 5- Illusion.

Your dirty little secret is revealed now, Dream. No more illusions.

Mirage as a kid meets his true parents. Shattered is unhappy, Cross is confused, and Nightmare is carrying a souling-

Cross isn't very happy with Dream after this, after knowing he abandoned their then daughter.

Killer will do anything to protect his lover and adopted kiddo.

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Dark Cream by @zu-is-here

Original Dream and Nightmare by @jokublog

Shattered Dream by @shattereddreamsau

Original Cross by @jakei95

Mirage belongs to me

232 notes - Posted March 14, 2022

#3

Dark Cream Week Day 1- On Edge.

It's like reverse cream! W a i t-

It has begun-

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Dark Cream by @zu-is-here

Cross by @jakei95

Shattered!Dream by @shattereddreamsau

Original Dream by @jokublog

245 notes - Posted March 9, 2022

#2

Taking a lil break from working on Commissions to bring u a lil brainstorming idea~

Out of all my lil ship kiddos, I believe these two could have a nice lil friendship and shenanigans- I also just really wanted to draw Aim again-

Also.

See the full post

310 notes - Posted August 27, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

What if...?

They broke you, made you feel worthless, but even then you found joy in your deepest sorrows...

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"You can have it."

"It's broken...I'll fix it for you."

"It's not the only thing that's broken..."

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Mirage belongs to me

Aim and Dark Cream Comic belong to @zu-is-here

353 notes - Posted June 17, 2022

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[hazbinwhateverthehell]

That new OC has lore now.

They were at one point, the top dog, the biggest, baddest overlord there was. Vodoe was their name.

But, eventually, they realized that because they were at the top, there was no point anymore. They had everything they could ever want. Power. Fame. Respect.

Upon further reflection, they realized that the fame and respect they thought they had was of three kinds, all equally worthless.

Those who pretended to respect them to avoid being killed,

Those who pretended to respect them to elevate their own status,

And those who pretended to respect them to eventually betray them.

Upon further self reflection, Vodoe realized that all their friends were in the same boat. None of the affection was real.

And it was at that moment that Vodoe realized that they were completely and utterly alone. Those who cared cared out of fear.

And their bloodlust and anger was simply them lashing out because of emotions they didn’t understand, loneliness and sorrow

So, Vodoe decided to step down, and allowed themself to be horribly injured so they could fake their death, melting into the shadows leaving a pool of purple blood behind.

Now, stripped of their status, Vodoe is the happiest they’ve ever been. All the stress of holding the position is gone, and people seem to actually like them now.

They wander throughout the pride ring, passing in and out of shadows like a stray cat, showing affection the only way it knows how. Gifts, like the ones their so-called friends gave them to appease them.

The wound from the faked death is still there, which is why Vodoe chooses to appear as a shadow. Harder to see it in the dark.

so yeah. Vodoe everybody. I love them already.

[deathandthesoul]

Lukas

💥 COLLISON - what emotions do they have trouble dealing with?

🍃 FALLING LEAF - do they enjoy being in nature? what is their favourite outdoor activity?

🙊 SPEAK-NO-EVIL - what is something your oc will refuse to stay quiet about?

🌌 MILKY WAY - what was the inspiration behind your oc? what was the first thing you decided about them?

💥 COLLISON - what emotions do they have trouble dealing with? The total displacement of self after losing everything he's worked for. The heavy sorrow and emptiness from harsh judgement and insults from key figures in his life. He's not nothing, worthless, or a slacker, but it stings and it sends him to a bad place mentally. His father made sure he's a piece of work

🍃 FALLING LEAF - do they enjoy being in nature? what is their favourite outdoor activity? Listen I know it says leaf but put him anywhere near the ocean and he is happy. He loves swimming, sailing, hijacking other boats, collecting shells, and family fishing trips in either saltwater or freshwater

🙊 SPEAK-NO-EVIL - what is something your oc will refuse to stay quiet about? He just doesn't shut up period. But more to the question- if someone's being snippy with his husband he'll remind them that he's there as a bodyguard/enforcer and not just arm candy

🌌 MILKY WAY - what was the inspiration behind your oc? what was the first thing you decided about them? That one white/gold/blue Toreador outfit in Bloodhunt that looks like something a glamorous yacht fuckboy would wear that made me say "I need a glamorous yacht fuckboy" and so I decided to make him

[goddesslunaris]

The lonely puppet of clockwork (oc backstory)

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hey people! thought i'd try my hand at writing again! i'm rusty, so sorry if it's bad!

TRIGGER WARNING: heavy abuse, degradation, death, implied alcoholism.

this is a work of fiction and has no connection to any person, character, or franchise. she is an original character that i'm gonna name Alma. if people like her enough, i might write more about her. anyways, enjoy!

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Cold is the wind that blows the shining gems of freshly formed snowflakes, twirling and spinning, as if in a dance. a trance, if you will. gentle pattering of falling snow onto a dirty, cracked window, the frame dilapidated and rotted, much like the house it's attached too. odd creaking comes from the weak structure as the wood groans, a broken sound with the eventual promise of falling apart.

Inside the desolate house stands an old doll, a curious amalgamation of different mediums to form the shape of a humanoid girl, couldn't be older than twelve, with short and fluffy dirty white hair that looks as soft as a downy pillow made of peacock plumage.

Wide, sewn on eyes made of porcelain, a vivid shade of reddish-pink that glistened with a sad sheen when the sun reflects at the right angle. Tattered clothing consisting of a burnt shirt covered in holes, moth bitten pants that allows a chilly draft to flow inside the cracks of the girl's body, scuffed and weather worn boots barely holding together at the seams protect her delicate feet from the dangers around her.

Her firm, dewy, and artificial skin mottled with cracks, missing pieces, and holes of all shapes shows no reaction to the sub-zero temperatures roaring just outside the desolate shelter. A rusted and damaged wind up key protruding out of her back was bent at an odd angle, making it impossible for it to turn, and in turn, make the girl unable to move.

Echoing weeping floods the house with its heartbreaking symphony, a cacophony of whimpers, wails, and the banging of several objects meeting their untimely demise could be heard throughout the place. The poor girl only being able to listen with apt attention, her fractured mind finding the noises comforting, a distraction from her inner turmoil of being a useless decoration. A centerpiece. A broken product of times long past.

thunderous footsteps storm down old and weathered stairs, threatening to give way. Her body twitches, already knowing what's coming next.

"you're still here?! worthless garbage! GET OUT ALREADY!"

A glass bottle is thrown, the man's rage propelling the object with considerable speed, nailing the immobilized girl in the side of her head. Her frail body falling over from the impact, a single, oily tear streaming down her expressionless face, her glass eyes holding such sorrow. the kind that seeps into the very depths of your soul.

"if you're still here by the time i get back, i will dispose of you myself! GOT THAT?!"

No response, just the soft whisper of a tiny voice, gentle as a falling feather, calls out towards the imposing filth that dares to seize control of her home, her happiness before everything went terrible. The man's footsteps were fading away as he went to a different room. A soft voice calling out in response to the searing vitriol spat at her.

"Forgive me, sir...but i cannot move, for my key...is required to be fixed if you wish...for me to leave. i'm sorry, sir..."

Another round of yelling and sobbing permeated the air, both voices mixing together to create the hellish rhapsody of a shattered family. cracked picture frames barely clung to the peeling walls, a woman's face smudged with blood and dirt, features impossible to make out. The booming voice of the man ringing out,

"USELESS BITCH! THAT DAMN WHORE SHOULD'VE NEVER CREATED YOU! a frail, weak little thing like you WILL NEVER REPLACE MY DAUGHTER! YOU ARE NOTHING BUT A PUPPET! A BROKEN PUPPET WHO SERVES NO PURPOSE! JUST DIE ALREADY!"

More oil tears join the first one that stain the rotting wood underneath her damaged face, face unfeeling, body unmoving, mechanical heart rusting from her inner agony, a shell of the soul she once used to be when she was still alive. when they were still happy. Even now, she lays motionless, awaiting the finishing blow.

A sick thrill filled her being as she finally accepted her fate, her death, and used the last of her strength to close her eyes. finally being able to rest for the first time in 30 years. thudding footsteps storm closer, the gears of her heart slowly stopping as she hears the sound of an axe being hefted above her.

"i love you..father"

the final echo of the lonely puppet rang as the blade came down. and everything...went dark.

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@takottai @thelighttasteslikelasagna @eridanromantic @madmedicmax @yourlocalkrankenpflegerin

[foxy-pawsy]

🎶I'm addicted to the mayhem

My fury grows from where my pain stems

And at this point tomorrow

There'll be a new dose

Of venom to fuel my sorrow

I'm addicted, I deserve this.

Looking stunning, feeling worthless.

Even if there's not the slightest chance in hell

I might as well take a chance on this damned Hotel

I'm addicted to the joyride

Livin' like every breath might be my last

There's another impulse to try and have fun

But I'm left crashing down when the day is done

I'm addicted, I'm despondent

Looking charming, feeling hopeless

And I know I've brought this all down on myself

Maybe I can figure out why within this hotel🎶

Lyrical rewrite of the song Addict, by Silva Hound for my OCs Glitz and Glam,

[merge-conflict]

I already reblogged a version of this with the song that I stole lyrics from for the title, but thought I'd also add on a note with lyrics from goro & valentine's ship song Twin Human Highway Flares:

On the day that I become so forgetful That all of this melts away I will burn all the calendars that counted the years down To such a worthless day

And of course the very ending:

On the day that I forget you I hope my heart explodes

And then of course because this is my blog and I love to ramble:

The sliver of this idea came about talking about some other folks with their OCs, and what their "ending" is, whether happy or otherwise. A surprising percentage of us (maybe not so surprising) had kind of bittersweet or sorrowful endings for their V's, whether following the canon game ending or not. But I realized that I had never really thought about Valentine past a certain point, maybe 2-3 years after game events. In my head she just sort of vanished into the mist: living her life with Goro (hopefully more quietly), and in the spirit of the story I'm telling, specifically living her life with more autonomy than she's ever had before or knows what to do with.

If there's one theme that persists in every Cyberpunk quest and character and random news story on the street, it's that bittersweet is the best you can hope for or else a bright flash and the end. Valentine is a lingerer– holding on through stuff that should have killed her or broken her: not that she comes out unscathed from any of it. So her story ends with that bittersweet twist: she's free, she learns to be more independent, she has what she wants out of life and has to make of that what she can.

But in the end it all catches up with her. She dies not long after she turns fifty– physically fit but with her brain slowly giving up the ghost. The relic still in her head kept her alive, but her chrome component gives her up just as much as the organic part, having long outlived its intended lifespan as a damaged prototype.

What she feared most was losing herself, and she still does– and yet there's a silver lining. She might die getting confused and angry and occasionally paranoid, but there are bright spots because her memories around the time the Relic was implanted are stronger than the rest and she can still recognize the two people who are with her the most at the end: Goro and Johnny. A temporary truce, just for her.

I like the idea that in the end, even when she doesn't know much, she can tell she's loved and cared for even when she's no longer useful or helpful to anyone. She's loved for who she was and what remains that she still is. That's how it ends: she's loved. Not a bad way to go.

bear in mind

(written for the prompt "amnesia" for @silverv-week)

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Excerpt:

“What the hell are you doing here?” he asks while he lights up, one hip propped against the railing.

The only response he gets is silence, and he looks up to see V’s bleak expression, her lips twisted in that way that means she’s chewing on the inside of her cheek. Even after two decades outside her skin his own nerves twang in sympathy at the sight.

He pushes away from the railing and places the cigarette in her mouth before lighting up another. They smoke in silence. V is unnaturally still, jaw tight even when she takes a drag, sucking in smoke between clenched teeth.

“Sorry,” she says finally, voice hoarse. “Think that got away from me.”

“Well don’t get so goddamn emotional,” he deadpans, and her face cracks into a smile, her laugh turning into a coughing fit that takes her a while to get under control.

“Fuck you,” she says, when she's caught her breath. She grabs his shoulder, balling the fabric of his shirt in her hand and yanking him closer. He moves instinctively in sync with her, heads bowed, foreheads pressed together, like kids exchanging secrets. The place they’re trying to go isn’t imaginary, but it’s still impossible. “When did we get old?”

[minamoroz]

Trick or Treat? 🦇🎃🪄

Ahhh, Ari! <3 I'm so sorry this took me a while to answer! I've been a tad busy so it sat in my ask box for a few days. As an apology for the late response, I'm gonna go with a treat so I can share a little tidbit of writing from the chapter of Shards of Ice and Sorrow I've been working on!

🍬 Treat — If the recipient chooses treat, they share something with us as a treat. This could be a snippet, a line, OC trivia, or what have you!

Treat is below the cut c: Please note that this snippet is unedited so there may be mistakes, etc.

It’s become a habit not to go out before sunset, to deprive myself of the sun's warmth against my face out of fear someone may recognize it. Unwanted, yet wanted. Worthless, yet prized. Such contradictions become commonplace when one has a bounty on their head. ‘I hate you, but I need you'. I see her in everything here. I see her face in the frost climbing up the side of the trading company's dingy outer walls, I hear her bitter laugh in the muffled noise that shakes the tavern’s walls as if it were ready to burst from the clamor any moment, I feel her grasp in the icy wind as it bites at my skin, its cold pinch flushing my skin pink at each point of contact. It is because of all these parallels that I cannot help but sigh in relief when the familiar scent of cool pine and bergamot fills my senses. Roderic shuffles around the pile of sacks and barrels I have been using like a cloak to shield myself from prying eyes. He is much bigger than I am, his arms like the thick boughs of the old oak tree in the palace courtyard I played in as a child. He looks uncomfortable, like the wall at the dead end of an alleyway, jammed into too small a space. Roderic shoots me a look that practically screams ‘don’t even’ as I open my mouth to comment, doing my best to fight the urge to smirk.

Excerpt from Shards of Ice and Sorrow by Mina Moroz, 2022

[pmpwbrrs]

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[monsoonblooms12]

The Scarlet Minute (Bryce Lahela x f!OC)

Summary: One has taken the last breaths of life, leaving behind a devastated soul with a broken heart and unfinished dreams💔

A/N: I am sorry I was in an Angsty mood today. I hurt myself bad when I was writing this, so advance apologies for the pain😭

If you enjoyed the story, please like it, leave a comment or reblog. Your feedback keeps me going💕

Pairing: Bryce Lahela X f!OC (Dr. Lydia Archambeau)

Word Count: around 1.1 K

Rating: General

Category: Angst

Triggers: Suicide, Major Character Death

Don't give up on that breath, they say.

This too shall pass, they say.

But when the burden of circumstances falls like a boulder on the little vermin, does it survive?

No, it doesn't.

She thought, hoped, implored, for a ray of hope, for a smile that could carry away the gloom of her distressed heart.

Yet, every morning, she rose to a soaked pillow and a strained heart.

People asked her to let go of the past, to live in the present.

But her antiquity, her present, and her eternity were stricken black with more tears and heartbreak, so she knew.

It's not that she didn't try to smile. She pushed herself to do it.

But the weights of episodes fastened to the edge of her lips didn't let them go up.

Those around her said she was too egocentric to open up to them. They never tried to look at her side of the tale. They did not bother.

But he did. More than he should.

Why did a guy like him try to make an insignificant girl like her, smile?

Why did he hold her hand when she grieved?

Why did he come speeding that day when the floor swayed underneath her, and she collapsed?

Was he too trying to fool her, deceive her?

Her mind urged her not to love someone again. Not after what she saw in her past. Not after the knife of deceit ripped her apart.

But she did fall before she could even realize, for that golden-eyed boy whose vicinity was like the hue of the golden sun at sunrise, who made her heart glow even if for a beat.

Yes, Lydia Archambeau fell for Bryce Lahela.

She loved him.

That kind of love which let her know of his presence before her senses.

That kind of love which was an anchor to her estranged soul in the riotous sea.

And hence she wanted to stop.

Stop and back up to the warmth of his arms, to the softness of his kisses, to the gentleness of his words and to the gold of his heart.

But the black hole of heartbreak, agony engulfed her, and there was no way to come back.

His kisses of one day, the day he held her in her arms, only if he realized that it was her last day.

The day they both tore the strands that pulled them apart and ran into their arms, that day when they finally put words to their emotions, was the only day of happiness their prayers had awarded them.

As she took one step and the other, he dozed soundly in his bed, dreaming of her in his arms, how he would tell her the next day how much he loved her.

If only there was a next day.

With each step, her tears blurred her vision. Her barren foot struck with nails and thorns, but her body couldn't feel the pain.

When the ultimate breath is seized, how does one feel? When the last straw is drawn, how does one feel?

That's how she felt.

One would ask, why did you give him one day of bliss, of empty hope, of an illusion of togetherness?

She knew what she would say.

Before her heart was shredded apart, she did not know what sorrow was. After her heart was ripped apart, she forgot what laughter was.

She lived in a contradiction, in a void of gloominess she had got so used to, that his golden beams of joy, optimism and love, burned her heart, made it painful to look at.

And she let herself burn.

Burn in his sunshine. In his chastity. In his love. And with her burnt her feelings, her emotions, the chains that held her.

She basked in his serenity, and now all that was left were the ashes and her blackness.

A corner of her mind knew she was wrong. It beckoned her to come back to his arms.

But it was too late. Too late.

As the frigid air of Boston's November blew the strands of her locks, as her eyes took in the climactic scene, Her heart beat for the last few times and her body took its last few breaths.

And then she fell.

Like her heart spiralled down the void of pain, her body sank into the ends of her worthless life.

The only word that escaped her dry, thin lips were to him.

Sorry.

The way he ran the next morning to her, like someone had snatched his life from him, and he had to get it back.

What was the use of living on without being able to hide in the shade of her hair, to drown in the fragrance of her presence, to get drunk in the harmony of her laughter?

They held him, stopped him.

How dare they?

Who were they to stop him from holding his life? Who were they to stop him from bringing her back to him? From scolding her not to kill him like that again? From kissing her until her distress had passed away?

He knew his eyes would give up on him. He wouldn't be able to hold the sight of her, drenched in scarlet. He felt that his life would give up on him before he could look at her like that.

He blasphemed himself, shouted, screamed, the tears falling like waterfalls of despair. His heart beat, but he couldn't sense life in him.

He was an inanimate corpse without her love.

Why didn't he stop her that day? Hold her through the twilight and keep her near to him? Hold her hand forever so that she could never go apart from him?

Why?

And as now she lay in the glass case, lifeless, his mind, his heart thought of nothing but her. That last day when they drowned in each other.

Why did he not understand? Why did he not hold her hand and kiss her until she would forget her heartbreak? Until the pain that took away her breath was defeated by the golden of his love?

Why did his life not come to a finish before having to see her like that today?

Why?

And as they place her down in the earth, all he can ask her, all he has to say,

Why did you go away? Was the power of my love not strong enough to hold you? Was the golden of my soul not enough to replace the black of your misery?

And suddenly, his soul was enveloped by the sensation of her presence, the perfume of her soul overwhelming his reasoning as gentle words her spirit spoke,

Your love is a seashell baby, and it will stay, for eternities to come by, crossing all the boundaries of the mortal life.

You and I are bound by a thread so powerful before which death withers.

You and I are meant to be for all times and ages.

We're meant to be.

PS: I am sorry if this makes no sense. My emotions were overwhelming me and I needed a way out. Anyway, thank you for reading and hope you have a great day ahead! Lots of Love💕

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[liannyeong]

Crimson (Chapter 14)

Summary: A sacrifice must be made.

Word count: 4703

Pairing: Jaebeom X OC

Warning(s): angst, mentions of blood, character death

Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16

A/N: Just one more chapter to go before this fic comes to an end! Do let me know your thoughts! Show your support for my works by buying me a coffee! Follow me on Twitter for random updates.

It's been days since Yujin was brought to the Ancient Cave. It's a mystical place -- the walls are carved with symbols that Yujin can't recognize, each of them glowing a bright green. She guesses they are magic runes, perhaps to protect the sanctity of the place. The cave itself is lit up with torches of green flames that never seem to burn out.

Yena had left her here after their encounter in the forest, telling her to prepare herself for the ritual. But Yujin can barely wait. She's all ready to give her heart up. She's all ready to move on and forget this cruel life.

“The ritual can only be performed when the fae and his human love are present together,” Yena had explained, much to Yujin’s disappointment. She had hoped she wouldn’t see Jaebeom anymore. But at the same time, she does want to see the look upon his face as the ritual is conducted. Would he look regretful at least? Or would he look at her with indifference? 

What does it matter? Yujin scolds herself. It's not like she can back out anymore. And she’ll definitely not be coaxed out of it. Perhaps, it's just her heart yearning to see his face for the last time.

Yujin is broken from her thoughts when she hears an echo of voices. Her ears automatically tune in to the one voice that her heart has been wanting to hear. She feels the swell in her heart as it gets louder and closer. Why does her heart feel this way? While her mind is determined to end this, why is her heart reluctant? Why is her heart and mind at war?

"-- Why did you bring me here?" Jaebeom's voice booms in the cave. The moment he steps in, the moment he lays his eyes on Yujin, he freezes. His eyes go wide. Perhaps he didn’t anticipate her in this cave.

“Y-Yujin…?” he calls out weakly, as if he doesn’t believe that she’s real.

He shuffles forward slowly, cautiously. There’s ample time for Yujin to back away from him, but she remains rooted to the ground. Jaebeom holds out a hand, raising it to her face. His fingers are inches away from her face, almost touching her cheek--

Then Yujin blinks, snapped out of a trance. She backs away, repelling from his touch. She sees the way Jaebeom's face falls, the look of dismay scribbled all over his face.

“Shall we begin?” Yena suggests, curling an innocent smile on her lips.

Yujin promptly nods, diverting her attention to the Air fae instead. Out of the corner of her eye, she notices the slump of the male’s broad shoulders as he shifts to the other corner.

Yena circles an arm in a fluid motion before thrusting her hand forward. A gust of wind blew from her hand, so strong that it nearly extinguished the torches. Dust has been cleared away, revealing a circular rune on the ground that Yujin didn’t notice before. There are symbols lined along the circumference of the inner circle, caged by the outer ring. The inner circle itself contains geometric shapes -- squares, circles, straight lines -- with two semicircles at the core.

“Step into the center, and we can begin,” Yena says, gesturing at the two.

Yujin easily obeys, standing on one semicircle. Jaebeom, on the other hand, stays where he is. He bears a frown on his face, as if he’s having second thoughts.

“Yujin,” he says her name so gently, it could have made her go weak in her knees, “You don’t have to do this...”

Yujin wants to laugh. He’s just one step away from getting what he wants, and yet he’s hesitating? What a fool.

She tips her chin up, determined, "Let's get this done and over with."

Jaebeom moves a moment later, still reluctant. He stands on the other semicircle. She would prefer to look at anywhere else but his face, but in this position, he's directly in her line of vision.

“You may begin the ritual,” Yena announces, backing away into the wall.

“We don't have to do this, Yujin," Jaebeom mutters, "We can still work things out--”

“It’s too late for that, don’t you think?” Yujin interjects, glaring at him.

“Yujin, please..." he whispers, sadness in his voice. Even though he's just calling her name, it strikes a chord in her heart. But Yujin has to shake it all away. This is the best that she decides for herself, and for him.

Ultimately, Yujin knows he'll be happy in the long run, with his newly gained powers. He has spent most of his life -- if not all -- being an outcast and looked down upon by the entire faefolk. Yujin reckons it’s time he claims the honor and respect that he deserves. Besides, she's sure the sorrow that Jaebeom feels -- if any at all -- will be short-lived. There is another love waiting for him after this. She’s sure he’ll be healed by it.

"I'm doing this for you, after all," Yujin admits quietly. 

An expression passes over Jaebeom's face, his eyes glistening, his lips trembling slightly. If he's feeling remorseful now, it is of no use. 

Jaebeom tentatively raises his hand, reaching out for Yujin's face. She lets him. She lets the male cup her cheek and brush the skin there. She closes her eyes, revelling in the warmth of his palm for the last time.

A beat passes before Yujin opens her eyes again.

"Perform the ritual, Jaebeom," she says. "Please."

He nods slowly, still reluctant, before shifting his palm to Yujin's chest, right where her heart is. Then, he recites the same spell he once shared with Yunho:

Here I bring

A mortal heart.

Its love so pure;

It strengthens me.

Let the magic come

And give me strength.

In the next moment, Yujin feels warmth blossoming from her chest, spreading to the rest of her body. She feels the ground beneath her start to shake. The rune below starts to glow a bright turquoise. A force beam emerges from the ground, engulfing both Yujin and Jaebeom, its rays of light illuminating the cave. The warmth that she feels starts to burn through her skin, as if she's doused in oil, set aflame, and left to burn. She screams, the pain searing, her back arching. She doesn't notice the way Jaebeom's crimson eyes go wide, his face stricken with horror. And she definitely doesn't notice the huge grin on Yena's face.

Everything disappears and then, Yujin's vision goes white.

---

All she sees is white. The purity of the color is so blinding to her eyes, that Yujin can't help but wince. It takes her some time before she can adjust to the room, if it's even one. It's an endless space of white, nothing else in view.

"Hello, Shin Yujin," a voice calls out from behind, startling her.

A woman stands behind her, almost blending in with the background due to her pale skin, her white gown. Her hair is silver, her eyes bear a grayish tint. She wears a silver-plated circlet with a clear quartz at its centre.

Yujin swallows her throat, her heart pounding in her ears. Will this woman gouge her heart out?

"Don't be afraid," she says, coming closer, "I'm Sowon, a White fae."

Yujin blinks up at her, lost.

The woman starts to circle around her, as she continues, "All the faes that you have encountered in the physical realm are elemental faes. White faes, however, exist in the spirit realm. We are the guardians of the spirits, guiding them as they travel between realms."

Sowon stops right in front of Yujin. She raises her arms, gesturing at the white space. "This is the Transitional State,” she states, then looks at Yujin directly in the eye. "You are a spirit."

"What?" Yujin lets out weakly, confused.

The White fae snaps her fingers and the same magic rune in the Ancient Cave is projected in the air.

"You chose to sacrifice for a halfling called Im Jaebeom," Sowon says.

Yujin nods. "But-- But why am I a spirit? Doesn’t the ritual only require a mortal love?”

Sowon stares at her for a moment, as if expecting her to continue. When Yujin doesn’t, the White fae lets out a sigh, shaking her head slightly.

"You don’t know," she realizes. She proceeds to explain, "What the ritual requires is a mortal’s heart -- a physical heart -- that possesses a pure love for the fae. Thus, you’re sacrificing your physical heart and that will render you dead."

She holds out a hand, uncurling her fingers, revealing a small cube suspended just above her palm. It looks empty, worthless. "Your entire heart will be transferred here, converting itself into an endless flow of energy -- and power."

Realization dawns on Yujin. Not only will she lose all her feelings for Jaebeom, she will have to give up her life for him. In exchange for the power that he craves for. Yujin clenches her fists. Is the restoration of Jaebeom's power really worth her life? Or should she back out now, and leave him to suffer as a powerless fae in the woods?

"How tragic," Sowon utters, shaking her head in disapproval. "It’s already a forbidden spell, yet they were so wicked to lie to you about its requirement.”

Did Jaebeom know the true requirement? Or did he keep it a secret from her too? Yujin feels a tear trickle down her cheek.

"Tell me, dear Yujin, do you wish to proceed with this sacrifice?” Sowon asks, sounding genuinely concerned as she brushes the teardrop away. 

Yujin exhales deeply. What does it matter anyway? Whether the ritual requires her heart or her life, it doesn’t change the fact that at the end of the day, it’s Jaebeom who will reap the benefits. He’ll possess greater power, greater influence, and he’ll be able to take Yena as his true bride. It would no longer matter if she's dead or alive. He won't need her afterwards. He’ll proceed to live on as if nothing happened. She will just be another heart he has crushed, just another mortal that passed on. 

Yujin reaches out to take the cube, but Sowon retracts her hand just a little. She has her head cocked to the side, finding it odd.

“Why?” she asks, blinking at Yujin with curious eyes.

Why? Yujin questions herself. The answer is simple: love. Despite having her heart trampled on, be used and abused, the love she harbors for the Fire fae overpowers. Yes, he may have utter sweet words and promises as a tool to manipulate her. But she was the one who let herself believe in them. She was the one who let her heart be swayed by him. She has fallen so deeply in love with him that she's willing to do anything. Even if it means giving up her life for him to be with someone else. Even if it means removing herself from the picture.

“Because I love him,” Yujin answers simply, much to Sowon’s surprise.

“Truly, your love for the fae is of the purest form,” Sowon acknowledges, with a nod.

The woman offers the cube on her palm. Yujin takes a deep breath before grasping it.

"We shall meet again, Shin Yujin," Sowon bids goodbye, disappearing into the whiteness of the place.

A moment later, Yujin feels something being ignited from deep within. Her body temperature starts to rise. Energy surges in her, coursing through her veins. Then, she feels a kind of current in her. The energy from the crown of her head to the tip of her feet flows to her chest, her heart pounding hard. There's a crack, and then, her chest is ripped open. Yujin screams in pain, her pitch high and deafening. Tears stream down her face, and despite the blurry vision, she catches a glimpse of wisps of mist -- stained a deep red -- coming out from her heart. The vapors diffuse into the cube in her hand.

When the last speck is absorbed, Yujin drops to the floor, barely able to open her eyes.

---

When Jaebeom blinks, he’s greeted by the sight of Yujin being suspended in the air. Previously, he was in the cave, standing on the magic rune that gleams after he uttered the spell. He last remembers hearing Yujin’s shrill screams. Now, in this vast space of white, there’s only the two of them. Crimson clouds shroud Yujin’s body, drifting towards an object in her hand. She doesn't notice his presence even though her eyes are wide open. Her face is contorted in pain, her back arching that he swears it could snap into two.

Just what is going on?

"Y-Yujin?" Jaebeom calls out, but receives no response at all.

He takes a step forward, coming closer to the female. He sees how Yujin's eyes are filled black in its entirety, how her skin turns pale. Nausea hits him, because beneath all that mist, her chest is split open. It’s a grotesque sight: her heart peeks through, still alive and beating albeit weakly. Strangely, there is no blood oozing out, only vapors. Observing the trail, Jaebeom realizes, to his horror, that the red mist is actually drawn out from her heart! The red fumes are actually vaporized blood!

Jaebeom rushes forward frantically, repeatedly yelling her name. He hopes her eyes would open, that she would regain consciousness. But nothing happens. So he tries to grab her wrist through the smoke. There seems to be an invisible force that cocoons her, because Jaebeom feels a spark at his fingertips before he is sent flying.

He lands on his back, hard. He groans. Still, it doesn't deter him from attempting to stop the process. Jaebeom sprints toward her, once more trying to pull her out. Again, the same force flings his body backward.

In his desperation, Jaebeom tries to come up with a different strategy. One particular method stands out in his mind, and he doesn’t waste any time. He shuts his eyes, and takes a deep breath to steady himself. He searches for Yujin’s unconscious mind. The Lover's bond that they share makes it easier for him to locate her, but he can’t seem to tap into her mind at all. It’s like he’s barred from entering it. It’s like there is a protective shield that holds him off. No matter how much he tries, he cannot break through.

Jaebeom hears a thud. He snaps his eyes open, hoping that somehow it worked. That somehow, the process is halted. But no, it’s already too late. He sees the last speck of vapor in the air, travelling to the object that was in Yujin’s hand. Her body is almost lifeless, eerily still.

The fae rushes to her side, pulling her body into his arms. Her clothing has a spatter of red at the front, the material ripped down to her ribcage. She’s breathing faintly, so Jaebeom presses his palm into the open wound, hoping it'll stop the bleeding.

"Yujin, please--" he cries out. "Respond to my voice, please--"

The female shifts slightly, her eyes slowly fluttering open just a little bit. She must have realized who he is, for she shoots him a weak smile.

"It’s all yours now," she mutters, voice raspy and weak. Her hand twitches by her side, slowly uncurling to reveal a cube. It whirs loudly, a striking red light pulsing in the grooves.

Soon after, her body starts to disintegrate into dust. Jaebeom envelops her into a tight hug, desperately trying to hold onto the remains of her body. He hopes it’ll make her stay longer. But no, there is no effect at all. Her body continues to turn into ashes.

"No! No, no, no!" Jaebeom screams out, hysterical. Tears are streaming down his face. With the last bit of time he has, he holds her just a little closer, pressing his lips to her forehead.

"Goodbye, Jaebeom," is the last thing he hears before the last bit of her existence slips through his fingertips, carried away by an invisible force, then fading away.

---

Jaebeom returns to the Ancient Cave alone, kneeling on the rune. Yujin is nowhere to be seen. Just a few moments ago, he was holding her in his arms, hugging her tight.

He belatedly notices the cube on the ground, left behind by Yujin herself. With shaking hands, he picks it up. Jaebeom feels its weight on his palm despite it being small, and he feels it pulse against his skin. In the next moment, the object melts becoming liquid, before seeping into the ridges of his skin.

Jaebeom feels stronger; the power making its way to him. The veins in his hand start to glow red. He watches as the energy flows through his body, illuminating his veins as it travels. His core feels a tad warmer, and he's sure any flames he produces will be fiercer than ever before.

“Jaebeom, you did it! You got the power!” Yena rejoices, coming forward excitedly, “This calls for a celebration! You’re invincible now!””

Despite that, Jaebeom can’t comprehend what happened. Yes, he has gained the powers he desired so much, but... Yujin is now gone. He feels a void in his chest, and he just knows it cannot be patched up.

“But Yujin...” he trails off, teary-eyed. “I lost her…”

“No, Jaebeom, she gave her life for you. She was willing to do it. Don't blame yourself for the decisions she made--"

But Jaebeom can't believe it. How did it end up like this? It was a rapid turn of events, that his mind still can't process it yet. Days ago, they were so in love, so happy together. Ever since they returned from the autumn celebration hosted by the Air court, Yujin seemed a little off -- more distant, in fact. She reasoned that she wasn't feeling good, so Jaebeom left her to rest. But the next thing he knew, Han, the Earth fae servant tasked to monitor the Garden, informed him that Yujin had ventured into the area. How surprised he was to find Yujin at the fountain, fully regaining the memories that he took away.

Jaebeom couldn't help the anger he felt towards himself then. He couldn't help the regret he felt from keeping the memories. He should have destroyed the fountain when he had the chance to. He shouldn't have ordered an Earth fae to construct the Garden in order to protect the fountain. He was so reluctant to destroy Yujin’s memories because revisiting them was the only way he could experience being close to her again. It helped him live. It made him happy. 

But how was he to know that Yunho actually implanted his own memories into the fountain after his death? He was so preoccupied with having the real Yujin by his side that he overlooked the fountain. Despite Yujin asking about the Garden multiple times, Jaebeom thought he could get away with it. He thought Yujin's curiosity would die down as time passed by. Oh, how foolish he was! He should have just wiped away Yujin’s memories mercilessly without keeping it in any form at all. Even so, how can he? He cherished Yujin so much, he couldn’t bear to eradicate their childhood memories.

Still, Jaebeom doesn’t have anyone but himself to blame. Seeing Yujin so determined in performing the ritual, it is enough evidence of the pain he has inflicted upon her. Just how much pain has he put her through, for her to be so willing to throw the memories they have, the love they share? Perhaps he will never know now.

Despite his reluctance, he ended up proceeding with the ritual. Yena was the one who informed him of it years ago, when Yujin was still oblivious about the faefolk. They theorized that the sacrifice is merely the emotion of love, leaving the person unscathed.

Now, it proved to be false. Jaebeom didn't expect Yujin to be put through excruciating pain. He had thought the spell required just a mortal love. He didn't understand why she had to go through such a painful process. Why did she turn into dust if all they needed was her feelings?

"-- You finally have the power you have long sought for! Why does it matter if she's alive or not? If anything, you should be grateful that she'll no longer be a distraction to our mission!"

Something about Yena's comment snaps Jaebeom from his thoughts. Something about it brings about a flare of anger in him. Impulsively, he blasts a ball of fire towards the Air fae. His flames used to be orange, but now, it possesses a beautiful blue. Out of reflex, Yena crosses her arms, projecting a protective barrier that disperses the flames.

"What are you doing?!” Yena yells, startled by Jaebeom's sudden attack.

The Fire fae ignites both his hands into flames, bringing them together before pulling them apart. A whip of fire is conjured, without any tangible rope holding the flames. Jaebeom lashes the makeshift weapon toward Yena, successfully grabbing her by the ankle. She cries out, her ankle scorched by the fire. Jaebeom yanks her towards him, and she falls to the ground. He seizes her by the neck, holding her up in the air.

“You knew?" Jaebeom bellows, fury written all over his face. "You knew the ritual would kill her?”

“Of course I knew--” the Air fae chokes out, clutching at his wrist. Her nails scratch against his skin, but he pays it no mind.

“And you hid it from me?”

“If I didn't, you wouldn’t have done it--!”

Jaebeom hurls the female to the side, her body hitting the rough rocks of the cave. He hears her whimper in pain, but he doesn't care. He stomps over, and with his foot, he kicks her body to lay flat on her back. He presses his heel on her chest, ruthless, even as her face is flushed with a deep red, her lungs constricted.

"Why?" he spits.

"J-Jaebeom, p-please--" she chokes out, trying to relieve the pressure from his foot. “I can’t breathe--”

Jaebeom removes his foot, much to the relief of the Air fae. She gasps for air.

“If I had told you, that mortal will only hamper our progress. She's nothing but a distraction to you. I did what is right, to keep you focused on our plan!”

Jaebeom stares her down. "Perhaps I would have married you if you hadn't lied to me."

Confusion passes over Yena's face. “J-Jaebeom…?” she croaks out, unsure.

"Perhaps I would have married you if I loved you more. I regard you as a sister, nothing more," he continues. “This is too late but... I have led you on for so long, only to realize that I can never love you the same way I love Yujin.”

"You can't do this to me! You can't betray me like this!" she shrieks, grabbing Jaebeom’s legs. Tears start to stream down her face. Yena is out of her wits, totally deranged. "You promised me you would-- You can't--! I have been waiting so long for you! I stayed by your side for so long! You can't do this to me-- Jaebeom, please. You can't leave me--"

Jaebeom tugs her away so that he can crouch down comfortably.

"I'm sorry, Yena, but I can't do it," he mutters. "I hope you'll stay by my side as a loyal friend."

Yena's face darkens. She rises, albeit a little wobbly on her legs. Her fists are clenched tight by her sides.

"No, no, no! No, you can’t do this to me-- What do you take me for? A fool?" she growls. "Whether you love me or not, it no longer matters. Yujin is now dead, and you have to marry me, else you can never have the army you need to conquer all the fae courts!"

Jaebeom stands on his feet. He brings up a hand, and blue flames immediately envelop his skin, up to his wrist. He turns his palm over, mesmerized by the intensity of it.

“I’m sure I can still conquer the fae courts without marrying you,” he says simply.

"If I can't have you, then no one can!" Yena spits before rapidly circling her hands. A sphere of air is created around Jaebeom's head, taking away the oxygen he needs. It’s suffocating, the air from his lungs is also drawn out.

Jaebeom struggles to think straight, but he ignites his entire body with fire. The heat prickles his skin but it's only a slight discomfort. Then, it sets off an explosion, scattering the flames in all directions. The air sphere dissipates and Jaebeom can breathe again. He catches his breath for a moment before he points his fist at Yena, set ablaze, ready to strike.

But there is a stench of burning flesh, the fire has already engulfed the Air fae. Her skin starts to peel off like strips. Puffs of heavy black smoke fill the air, her deafening screams ringing in the cave. Then, Yena drops to the ground, moving only ever slightly, before she goes completely still.

Just like that, the Princess of the Air court is dead.

---

"Shin Yujin has passed on."

The words taste bitter on Jaebeom’s tongue, its weight heavy. He is not ready to accept the fact that Yujin is gone. He desperately wishes that it's all a dream, and that he’s just waiting to wake up. But his enhanced powers are clear evidence that it’s real. That he felt Yujin’s body disintegrating in his arms, that he heard her last goodbye.

Even though he’s still in denial, the only thing he can do for Yujin is to properly send her off. He decided to hold the procession at the Garden. The fountain is now gone, its water dried when Jaebeom returned. The Earth faes in the house help to erect a tombstone to honor Yujin. Everyone mourns for her, their heads down. Yeri herself is bawling her eyes out.

Jaebeom stays still, silently gazing at the tombstone. Only when the crowd disperses did the fae let his emotions flow. The sorrow floods his entire being, and he can’t help the tears from falling. He thinks of her, recalling all the memories they created together. 

Initially, he was planning on making Yujin fall for him. He wanted her to trust him entirely. But the more he spent time with her, the more sincere he was. He genuinely enjoyed her company. It was as if he was the same youth Jaebeom who didn’t frown at the world. Momentarily, Jaebeom had forgotten about his original intention. Unbeknownst to him, Yujin had planted the seed of love in his heart. It sprouted through his chest, and bloomed flowers of love.

Now, it’s all too late. He underestimated how dear Yujin is to him. In the end, it wasn’t Yujin who was foolish. It’s Jaebeom himself. Yunho was right; he was blinded by his lust for power to see what truly matters most to him.

Jaebeom senses another presence nearby. He breathes before addressing him, “Scold me if you wish. Mock me for my foolishness. I deserve it.”

He hears a deep sigh from behind. Muffled footsteps, and then a hand on his shoulder, squeezing it lightly. 

“You didn’t know,” Jinyoung responds. “Don’t blame yourself for it.”

"But I should have looked into it. I should have checked the facts for myself. Why didn’t I delve deeper?"

“That’s enough, brother,” Jinyoung placates, sliding an arm around his broad shoulders. “What’s done is done. We cannot turn back time.”

“If only I could…” the Fire fae mumbles. "What am I supposed to do now? I'm so lost. And the Air court--” He sighs. “I have incurred the wrath of the Air court.”

“First, live for her," Jinyoung says, nodding at the tombstone. "After everything, Yujin still willingly gave up her life for you, so that you can proceed with your cause. The least you can do is make sure that her sacrifice wasn’t futile. So live on for her sake."

There’s a pause.

“Next, we shall overthrow the fae courts, one by one, starting with the Air court.”

[waywardnewcomer]

Built-in Best Friends Part Eight

A/N: So, it’s like 1am where I live and technically my hiatus has started but I wanted to leave you with one last fic. I will be back writing 1st July. Enjoy!

Summary: Y/N is broken, Tom is the only one who can fix her. But does he do more harm than good?

Warnings: descriptive depression, descriptive anxiety, descriptive panic attack, lots of sadness

Pairings: Reader x Tom Padalecki, Tom x OC, Reader x OC, Jensen x Daughter!Reader, Danneel x Daughter!Reader

Word Count: 1.9k

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You hadn’t left your room since that night almost 3 weeks ago. Your parents had been collecting your work, but you hadn’t done any of it. You barely had enough energy to get out of bed on a morning and it was an achievement if you ate that day. You had slipped back into a deep hole and you could barely get a moment to breathe let alone dig yourself out. You tried baby steps, a shower one day, looking at your work the next, joining your family for a meal a couple days later and you were getting there, but it was a hard journey. Your heart had been broken by the most important person to you in the world, and more importantly he had physically hurt you.

You looked in the mirror at your dull face, void of any life and hair greasy and messy as it hadn’t been washed in days. You placed your fingers over the skin which used to be black and blue and now a faded yellow colour and eyed your window out of the corner of your eye. Your Dad had been so pissed when he saw the bruise, he almost stormed next door to punch Tom himself. Your Mom had to restrain him while you cried into JJ’s arms. You had barely spoken to any of them since.

Every day you heard your Mom come check on you in the morning, kissing you on the head softly as you pretended to sleep. At lunch time one of your parents brought some food and left it on your desk, pleading for you eat, giving you a hug and leaving you to it. Around 4pm Arrow and Zep climbed into your bed and cuddled up to you, making you watch a movie until dinner time. Dinner time was spent with JJ watching your every move from the chair in the corner of your room. At night your Dad laid in bed with you, rubbing circles on your back as you cried for the umpteenth time that day and played with your hair, just holding you to his chest and pleading for you to feel better. You knew they were worried, you worried yourself, but you couldn’t bring yourself to reassure them. How can you tell them you’ll be fine when you didn’t even know that yourself? Everyday was a mystery and you had never felt so low in your life.

You knew Tom had been trying to come see you. You heard the shouting and hushed whispering from down the stairs, JJ telling you about the letters and presents he had left for you to say sorry. A couple times he had tried knocking on your window until your Dad boarded it up with cardboard whenever he was home. You and Tom had never argued this bad. You had spats here and there but never a big blow out. It was the longest you had not spoken to him.

As bad as it sounded you knew the only thing that would bring you out of this funk was him. He could always ground you. That’s why you didn’t surprise yourself when you took down the cardboard on the window, put the window on the latch and knocked on the wall. You needed your best friend no matter what he had done to you. He was your lifeline.

Tom crawled through your window with a lot of hesitation, just looking at you with a very sorrowful and questioning glance as you looked at him from your bed, tears already accumulating in your eyes.

“Hi,” He whispered, finally coming into the threshold and standing opposite you.

“Tom,” You breathed, tears already running down your face and he rushed to your side just like old times and just held you in his chest as you let it out.

You could hear him join in crying with you and whispering ‘I’m sorry’ over and over. You took comfort in his warm chest, his heartbeat bringing your brain back to a level of reality you had been unable to reach. You slowly felt yourself crawling your way back to the surface, just from seeing his face again. You pulled away and put some distance between you and avoided looking him in the eyes. 

“Y/N look at me.”

“I want to be able to look at you and not feel so hurt by you but I can’t forgive you yet Tom, you hurt me in more ways than one.” You whispered, voice cracking slightly with emotion.

“I know, and I swear I will make it up to you. I’m so sorry Peach. I never wanted to hurt you.” He smiled sadly at you and rubbed your arm. He grabbed your hand and rubbed circles on the back of your hand softy, calming your hitching breath and slowing your tears.

“I just needed you to bring me back, I was slipping too far,” You mumbled guiltily. “I’m sorry.”

“You never have to be sorry for that. I will always be here for you, no matter if you decide to not forgive me or you do. I love you Peach. I care about you. I want to look after you.” He spoke earnestly looking into your eyes making you nod tearfully.

“I know and I love you for it Tommy, I just need to heal a little.”

“I know. I don’t expect forgiveness that easily, I haven’t even forgiven myself yet. I don’t think my parents have either. Take all the time you need, and I’ll be here waiting.” He spoke softly making you smile a little for the first time in weeks. “Does this mean you’ll come back to school?”

“Yes, but please keep your distance. Just for a little while.” You pleaded making him nod sadly.

“If that’s what you want,” He sniffed, trying not to start crying again. “I better go.”

You nodded and gave him a quick hug, pulling your hand away from his and watching as he crawled back out of your window. Your chest finally had the weights lifted off it and you felt a thousand times lighter.

That night was the first night you didn’t cry yourself to sleep. You and your Dad had a conversation about your futures, and you felt at peace. You had even eaten breakfast with your family the next morning and allowed your Mom to drive you to school. She promised she would pick you up if it felt too much which you were thankful for, but you were determined to get back to normal.

You were met by Penny and Lily waiting for you at the gates. Zach and Josh were lingering behind a little, knowing you may need space but ready to step in at any moment. You gave them both a quick hug and word of thanks for asking about you throughout your time off and immediately felt more at ease around your friends. You gave Josh a little side glance and nodded to the girls. They took Zach across the campus while Josh edged towards you.

“I’m sorry.” He spoke immediately. “If I knew you didn’t like it, I would’ve stopped. I didn’t want to fight with Tom, I know he’s your best friend. I’ve missed you Y/N. Fuck, I can barely explain the hell these few weeks have felt without seeing your face, but I know I deserve it. I will do anything for your forgiveness.”

“Josh.” You chuckled at his fast paced voice hitching with his breathing. “I forgive you. You didn’t do anything wrong I just needed some space.”

“Thank god.” He whispered going to kiss you, but you turned your head causing him to kiss your cheek. The look he gave you saddened your soul, but you knew it wasn’t fair to keep leading him on. You saw Tom with Sasha out the corner of your eye and saw his hurt look but couldn’t bring yourself to maintain eye contact.

“I can’t be with you. I’m in love with Tom. I thought I could get over it, but I can’t. I like you. I really do. But you’re not him, you know?” You spoke making him nod with understanding, the kicked puppy look not leaving his face.

“Friends?”

“Always.” You smiled and pulled him in for a hug tightly, kissing his cheek softly. You felt multiple arms wrap around the two of you and laughed as you were engulfed in a group hug.

“There’s a school talent show this lunch Y/N please come! It will be fun, a lot of crappy singers and rubbish comedians for us to laugh at.” Zach smiled nudging you slightly as you had pulled away from the huddle.

“How can I resist that?” You laughed softly giving him a side hug and allowing him to wrap his arm around your waist as you walked to class. You couldn’t be gladder you had found friends like these.

When lunch rolled around you couldn’t shake this odd feeling in the pit of your stomach. It was like a precursor to a panic attack which you really did not want to happen in front of the whole school. You persuaded your friends to let you sit on the end of the row for easy leaving access and tried to calm down, seeing Sasha a few rows ahead keep giving you dirty looks. What the hell was her problem?

After a couple of crappy singers and a surprisingly funny comedian you started to relax a little, the feeling never really leaving but you forced it back down to the deepest pit. Until you heard Tom’s name over the announcer. You knew he could sing but never thought he would do it in front of the school, it wasn’t his style.

“I want to dedicate this song to the only one I’ll ever love, my person. This is before you go.”

As he started strumming his guitar and noticed him lock eye contact with you, you felt your friends eyes all immediately turn to you. Surely, he was looking at Sasha a couple rows ahead of you, but she turned to give you a sneer, so it seemed unlikely. But surely, he couldn’t be talking about you, could he?

“When you hurt under the surface, like troubled water running cold. Well, time can heal, but this won't,”

You felt your eyes prickle with tears, your breath hitch in your throat as it started to dry out and close. You looked at him, looking at you and tilted your head softly, barely flinching when Penny gripped your had from beside you.

“Was there something I could've said to make it all stop hurting? It kills me how your mind can make you feel so worthless.”

He gave you a sad smiled from the stage as he sang the song making your body clench up and your grip onto Penny’s hand suddenly tightened as your hands went clammy.

“Our every moment, I start to replay, but all I can think about is seeing that look on your face.”

You looked down as the tears started to fall, the world beginning to feel as if it was swimming around you. You were losing touch with reality and you knew you were only seconds from starting to hyperventilate with a full blown panic attack.

“Would we be better off by now if I'd have let my walls come down? Maybe, I guess we'll never know, you know, you know.”

You could barely hear the lyrics anymore as the feeling of your heartbeat and breathing filled your ears like a drum. You let the tears flow freely and your grip slackened on Penny’s hand as your vision slipped away from you, making your path a blurry mess. You barely trusted your legs as you hurtled yourself out of that hall but all you could think was that you had to leave. You needed to get out of there.

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Warning mentions of past trauma, PTSD, OOC Lulu, OC and AU............(mammon aganst) ..........( some guessing and non cannon ships).....( OH AND SPOILERS ABOUT LILITH!) .......This chapter is dedicated to ShadowsLurk! Happy Birthday!

'Are You Ready?'

You stare out onto the vast horizon, everything was so shiny and bright. You can't say you didn't enjoy it, it was heaven after all. She sighed as an old friend slid into your lap, the touch of their furry body and warmth was just the comfort you needed to soothe your not so mortal soul. Heaven you realized without a heart was really hell. You missed his strong arms wrapped around you, his scent of ink and paperwork after a long day that even after a shower never seemed to leave him. You missed his cologne, a light musty scent that filled your nostrils whenever he leaned down to kiss you, or when  he enveloped you in his arms. The night of your first date was forever running through your mind as you preformed your celestial duties, when you baked with Luke, or studied with Simeon. Only your Star, your prideful demon was ever present in your mind during meetings or interrogations with Micheal.

The angel was a lot like Asmo you realized, he loved the sound of his own voice. Leaning in on the table trying to buy you with Luke's baked goods or offers to look down into the Devildom for quick glances at your beloved and all you had to do was tell him what had happened that morning.

The morning that Diavolo ordered Barbatos to kill you. Poison you with your own weapon.

Your body was there, but your mind was with Lucifer in a empty field with Devildom rainbow flowers all around you. You marveled at how something so beautiful could come from such darkness.

Lucifer bent over kissing you with fire and  passion and longing. A wave of shock and pleasure ran down your spine. The sound of wind rustling through your body and running in time with your thumping pulse. Your shoes dropped from your hands as you reached over and wrapped your arms around his neck, you sank against his chest, grateful for his support as his arms wrapped around your waist and back, locking you against him with ease.

When his mouth left yours a trill of disappointment and confusion meant to clash in your eyes. Lucifer looked just as pained.

You let your forehead drop to his shoulder. The smooth silk and wool of his signature black and red suit absorbed the cool chill of the night, you listened to the thump of his heart beating. You felt the rise and fall of his chest with every breath.

" I'll never be able to forget you. Forget this" she heard him say. He sounded far from pleased his voice was coated with worry  and fear.

"I'll have to live the rest of my eternity with you lurking in my head."

I serve somebody else was left hanging between you. Even absent Diavolo lurked everywhere like a unpleaent, unwanted shadow.

" You'll find somebody else" you said but you voice didn't sound like your own. The unspoken Diavolo will take you was unneeded.

"Yes, but he's not you." pure longing and sorrow coated his voice. He looked so vunerable,so rare and perfect.

Then he stared into your shining eyes and captured your lips with his own once more.

" What do you think sweeting?"

Is heaven heaven without-

Then a bang sounded from the other side of town, you rushed over to see a angry demon girl launching unqunchable fire at angel's left and right. You stopped at the side. A sick angry side of you was telling her to burn the place down and never look back.

"MC?" she smirked and threw a rose at your face before falling back through the clouds you tried to grab her hand.

"Take me with you!" You screamed until your throat was raw and your eyes brurned from crying. You want him and you want him now. A feeling of desperation and anger latched in your heart. You dropped to your knees and slammed your hands into the "ground".

You suddenly paused.

Red.

Red.

Lucifer's nails are red. His color is red.

You grabbed for the rose the golden tag the only thing you had of him besides his memory. You yanked it free and shoved it down your shirt and hugged the rose tight as heaven burned hotter than hell. You held onto the rose like you once held Lucifer's hand as chaos surrounded you.

"Yes"

"Your insane" Mammon paced the carpet. Satan and Belpie looked shocked to say the least. Asmo was huddled in a corner somewhere.

"This is what happens when you spend your night crying and your days walking aimlessely in the gardens. You hire psychopath asassins to bring love notes to your girlfriend." Asmo chided sharping his nails to prepare for the second bloodest battle in their history.

" We're revolting aganist Lord Diavolo?" asked Beel just to clarify. " Is it really worth the risk?"

Lucifer snarled snapping his fingers about to open his mouth when Evelyn landed right in their living room.

" Why not? A little blood will be just what he need to brighten the place up! Beel honestly where are you going to go? DOUBLE HELL?" she laughed a laugh that belonged to a girl in a mental asylm. She had dark circles rimmed under her eyes from no sleep and to much work and stress. Her one eye was covered with a white rose eye patch and her ripped jeans showed an expanse of smooth milky white skin. Her hair looked soft and pliatable as it framed her face.

"Job complete" she smirked " Whoever that was looked like one miserable human"

She sighed in content remembering the tortured faces of the people who caused her unbarable agony as a child. Who sent her down this path of lonilness and despair. Numbing her pain with black out drinking at night and coffee in the day just to stay functioning, sleep only bringing nigthmares from her past.

"I will ask you to refrain from calling him 'Lord'." Satan said "According to Lucifer were revolting." Satan wore a chesire cat smile as he thought of all the ways he could kill Diavlo. Drench himself in his blood-

"Glitched Angel. Will you be joining us?" he smirked

" If it means no more paperwork and a battle count me in." she smirked and it left a chill through every other demon in the room. Lucifer chuckled and they ran.

"Now how are we doing this." Evelyn pulled out a list of plans and weapons from a holographic watch.

"I have axes, swords, scythes-"

"Poison, the most painful, slow acting one avaible." he snarled.

"That's how will steal his strength.-"

The two demons talked stradegy late into the night.

Meanwhile Mammon looked around your room. Your scent still hovered in the air, he saw you sleeping on the bed, laying on your side nose in a book you borrowed from Satan, or a manga from Levi. Laying on the floor with him binging TSL to compete in that stuipd competition.

"I'm your first man you hear me"

You laughed a tinkling sound that made his heart sing. He ached to pull you into his lap and hold onto you until you both became one with the carpet. Nobody could steal you when your wrapped in his embrace.

"You The Great Mammon are my first demon."

HE didn't, he watch you stretch and leave. HE watches as you leave, his feeling unspoken.

He whispers them to the back of your door as you prod down the hall.

His heart broken. As he thinks of you in the arms of his brother.

Since you died he whispered his feeling into ramen, he wrote them on grimm bills and receipts. He left your favorite flowers all around your room. He bought glass versions so unlike you they would never fade, never die.

He whispered his love into candy wrappers and left them around his room. He wrote you dead friend letters and hid them under your bed, under your still half full bottle of shampoo. He bought the same brand and uses it to wash his hair, so now his sheets smell like you. But when he opens his eyes your not there. It's just him and when he reaches for you in the middle of the night he is greeted with the cold sheets instead of your warmth.  When he cries into his pillow he pretends its your shoulder and your holding him. Your voice choked with unshed tears telling him that it's okay, the bruises will fade and he'll always have you. You'll always he his friend.

Which probably hurt him more than the lashes ever did.

'Friend' hurt more than the constant name calling and teasing. HE may be a worthless greedy scumabag, but with you, he felt like a prince. When you hugged him he felt invincible, when you laughed his heart soared. He felt for the first time in his miserable life like somebody wanted him. No matter how mean he was, how selfish, how nasty to you- you, you always came back. You held him and he let his walls fall because you saw that he was only laughing to brush off the pain. You saw that he pushed you away so you couldn't hurt him.

Your only sin in his eyes, was loving another man, it was his fault you died. HE should have watched you, taken better care of you and now your gone. Your trapped in a world of blinding light and darkness that was there, but always kept out of sight. Father hurt Lilith and he wouldn't hesitate to kill you, to wipe you from existence like a lesser being would squish a bug.

Mammon leaned aganist the doorway his head only jerking up when he saw Evelyn stride towards him. She wordlessely handed him a bottle of Demonus and walked off. Reconigizing his pain, because she felt it everyday.

Evelyn  knew what it was to have everything taken away from you, to not trust anybody, to live in the darkness because nobody ever bothered to show her the light. Nobody reached out a hand to pull her up while she caused her whole family to fall. Her guilt squeezed at her heart steadily like a snake, but she masked it well. If there was anything she learned in her long miserable life it was how to mask pain.

She walked back down the hall and grabbed her coat.

"Are you ready to start the revolution of the century?"

Lucifer smirked and placed one gloved hand on his chest.

"I'm a master at it."

"Whatever just don't have another child while your at it."

Together they walked out the door ready to collect the strongest poison known to any demon, from Micheal.

"I need to know what happened MC" Micheal sounded calm but you could hear the strain on his voice. "What happened that day." It was a question that sounded like an order.

You stayed silent. He knew what happened to you. You got to close to the fallen star and then you got burned. Your hand squeezed the rose. You won't let go of it.

" Lucifer summoned me today." He said causally. Your ears perked up as he walked across the table and took the seat next to you.

" According to him Simeon told him what you said. He denied having any part and-" he looked into your eyes "Wants to over throw the demon prince." He took in your shocked face. He placed his warm hand over your own.

" Barbatos told us your secret." He smiled but it didn't reach his sky blue eyes." Lilith even a descendant of her is still making him revolt."

" She was the most beautiful angel I've ever seen. When she fell in love with the human I feel into a despair unlike any other. I know of your pain, at least some of it. I thought I'd never see her again. Now your here, still out of my reach." He looked pained as of he never shared his feelings, as if she died not knowing his love for her.

"I know what your feeling, but I also know what Diavolo's feeling...I know how strong love can be. Which is why I want

to help you. Let me help you. " he looked into your eyes and you saw the unwashed tears pooling into his eyes, you watched as they slid down his perfect marbled cheeks.

" Okay" you managed to choke out that one word before Micheal became cloudy in your vision. He held you and you both cried for lost loves and maybe for the possibility of justice.

The sun shone bright that morning as you made your way across the lawn. Your sprinklers made rainbows in the sky. You bent over plucking a weed from the lawn, that's when you heard the gate. The creaky metal one that you always said that you'd fix but never did.

" Hello MC." You recognized his voice immediately.

" Barbatos!" You called turning around to face him,  his constant smiling face looking directly at you.

" I brought some tea. Lucifer has been raving about your beloved garden and I would love to see it. "

You brightened. You loved showing off your work. So you lead him into the garden. You talked about poison and side effects pointing out the different kinds of families. You laughed and joked. He told stories about Diavolo being Diavolo and how Lucifer was miserable without you. 

Then he smacked you over the head with his tea tray. He feed you berry after berry from your Belladonna Bush. You couldn't move, he must have put something in the tea. Then slowly you slipped away. You hot all over your throat was so dry and you kept fading in and out. He could have chosen the oleander, its faster. You were begging for him to kill you,  everything was so painful. You tried to tell him to stop, but your tounge was to swollen to move.

Then mercifully he left you. He grabbed the tea and smashed some berries, then got heard the metal of your water system close.

" I am very sorry MC, but this had to be done. If it's any consolation I didn't want to kill you."

His footsteps echoed on the brick walkway as he left you.  The world tilted and you couldn't see. Your head was pounding.

As you lay there you thought of Lucifer. Did he know? Even if he did you'd still want him here, with you,  you'd even settle for Barbatos, you just didn't want to end like this. Alone surrounded by chirping birds in what was supposed to be your mini paradise. You tried to move but your arms wouldn't move, you couldn't scream. The unspoken word made your throat raw and tight. Why was this happening, how long has it been? Where am I? You were so confused, then you started to cool down, starting with your fingers and toes, the cool felt nice so nice. Then you feel asleep laying in your garden,  it was so warm and everything smelled so good.

You felt heavenly then slipping between two worlds, and then the pain in your head stopped.

You saw a black gloved hand reaching towards you and you slowly reached up-"

" Belladonna is also called beautiful death but it felt so awful." You sobbed into Michael's shoulder his arms felt so nice around you. He didn't speak, he just held you and stroked your hair. When you looked up at him he handed you a soft handkerchief.

" That crummy demon!" You recognized the voice and turned to look at the small angel. He looked betrayed, Barbatos taught him endless recipies. He taught him so much, he had endless patience and was never short with him even when he made mistakes or when he dropped things.  Simeon never told Luke how you died, or who killed you. He knew what happened but...it was so awful, how you described it. You must have been terrified.

Simeon had never truly felt anger until that moment. He never wanted to watch as blood pooled around him during the war. He scoffed at violence, it was unnecessary.

Now? Now he wanted to rip Diavolo apart and watch his blood make little streams on his throne.

How dare he? He never kept his feelings for you a secret, but to do that? Using one of the most painful posions?

You were always nice to everybody, you let out trapped bugs instead of squashing them, you fed stray animals and volunteered at a church on Sunday.

You played good human got grades to keep his exchange program running and he killed you.

" Since MC is a descendent of Lilith, doesn't that make her celestial royalty?" Simeon  looked at Micheal.

" Yes it does." The two men smiled at each other.

" Yes which is an act of war."

You looked at Luke you didn't want to start a war, you just wanted Lucifer, you needed him.

You shouldn't, this is why this is happening. You knew how Diavolo felt, he never hid it.

This is what happens when you mess with demons. You dont get burned, you die.  Micheal wiped away a stray tear from your eye.

He could see why Lucifer loved you,  you looked exactly like her. He fought all his instincts to kiss you,  to hold you and tell you he was sorry for letting her brother's fall.

But he didn't because you weren't her. She was dead. She will always be dead. He would never be able to fix that, to tell her of his love and pretend it would have changed their history.

But, but he could change this fix this.

" So we agree to help Lucifer revolt?"

You stayed silent. Was this a trick? Would the angels really work with the embodiment of sins?

Simeon clutched your free hadn while Luke hugged your leg.

"He killed you. we're going to get him."

For the first time since you arrived you felt happy and loved.

Heaven felt like heaven.

"My Lord." Evelyn made a shallow bow. Diavolo smiled and beckoned her closer.

" Your ears Evelyn." he smiled at her like a child on Christmas Morning. Evelyn sighed and cute little wolf ears sprouted from her head.

She let him take pictures and distracted her exactly as she was asked to by the first born. She almost lost her mind when he started to scratch behind them. A blush coated her cheeks and her tail swished from side to side.

She distracted him so well that he didn't notice Lucifer, oh so ever loyal lucifer slip holy water into his demonus.

He didn't notice Barbatos lace his food with Glycol.

He didn't notice his perfectly balanced card house come undone around him.

He did however notice when Evelyn pulled a scythe aganist his throat.

When Lucifer pushed him agansit his throne.

"My Lord. I found out something very intresting the other night. When I was crying over my loved ones grave a little bird told me that you, my best friend, my confident, had MC murdered." He smiled a macilious smile at his former Lord.

"I'm not asking if you did it, I'm asking you because if its true......."

"If its true then I want to be your king. You love me so purely, look at everything you've one for me." Lucifer slid into Diavolo's lap. He smiked at Evelyn and looked toward's Barbatos, like all his dreams were coming true.

"You gave me a job, shelter, and a purpose. I don't know what I'd do without you."

Lucifer reached up and fed him some of the cake. His pupils dialated.

"That is so sweet Lucifer. I must admit I love having you here, with me. Like this."

"Told you they'd get together eventually" said Satan, Belphie looked at him and they rolled their eyes.

Diavolo ate the rest of his cake, then Lucifer took the cup and slid some of the tea down Diavolo's throat.

His throat burned off

"Oh so you don't like being mute? What about MC? Who lay paralyzed and dying slowly as poison burned her insides? It doesn't feel so good does it?"

Lucifer moved over to give Evelyn a good look at the dying Lord. HE gave her a look of utteral betrayal.

"Don't give me that look. You see these dark circles? Thee are Lord Diavolo designer paperwork special. Giving me pile after pile of paperwork and then letting you pet me like a DOG!" she snapped and black tendrils circled around his wrists and ankles.

"Let's see how like not sleeping for a month. " Then one tendril circled around his body and neck and squeezed his charring flesh. Then ashes rained from the ceiling where Diavolo once lay. Only his RAD medal left in the ashes.

Evelyn picked it up and handed it to Lucifer.

He looked like he was rethinking his entire life once more.

Slowly he ascended the stairs to where Diavolo's on throne lay.

He sat down and Barbatos placed a golden crown with embedded rubies onto his head.

"My Lord." said Barbatos.

Lucifer looked at Evelyn and smiled.

She gave him a small smile back.

Things just got a whole lot more intrestng around here.

Okay guys I'm going to do a part three but I wanted to finish this before Midnight!

Happy birthday LurkingMonsters!

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Congrats!💕💕💕 Y'all, follow this amazing writer already!💕 Okay, so Tanahashi Marizo (16) is outgoing, and admires people who are willing to protect others with their lives! She's smol, slim, has long, dark brown hair, honey brown eyes, and has pale skin (poor kid is anemic). She's talkative around the people she's comfortable with and worries about them real quick, and is overall a nice person. (Also she likes sweets and can't use Breaths XD) She secretly likes (loves!) Shinazugawa Genya! 💕

Thanks for those words, Space! >w<

Now the moment I have been waiting for, writing for Genya!

Oh my gosh, do I love Marizo already? She’s very neat! Great match for Genya bb :D

Now onto the small drabble:

OC belongs to the wonderful @space-------kid

PS: I high-key wanted something soft, so after the confrontation with Sanemi, Genya of course is sad and feeling like he values nothing, so fluffy hurt/comfort, I’m a sucker for it!

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Shinazugawa Genya was, to put it simply not okay. After finally locating his Nii-chan, all he wanted was to see him again, to apologize to him for calling murderer when he had to kill their mother, but it all ended in disaster. Tanjirou had to intervened and got in trouble, he couldn’t approach the Wind Hashira and Genya also couldn’t, he felt worthless. Sighing, he looked down, forming tears silently.

At that moment, Marizo was walking nearbing, minding her own business when all of a sudden her eyes caught sight of the sorrowful Genya. She began to really worry now, what was going on with Genya? She didn’t like it when he was sad or upset.

“Genya! Are you okay?” She trotted over to him, and widened her eyes in shock, seeing he had tears rushing down his bruised cheeks, from the fight.

Genya slowly looked up to her, he felt a bit happy, there was someone he consider a great friend, like Tanjirou to tell all his concerns. He sighed softly, but managed a sad smile

“It’s nothing important... I don’t want to dump my own problems onto you..”

Marizo took a seat next to him. “Genya please, you know you can tell anything. I want to help you... what is bothering you?”

Seeing she was being honest and only wishing to help him felt better, Genya sighed and relented. “I finally found my Nii-chan, but he was not the single bit happy to see me, he didn’t believe I was his brother... and it all ended up into a mess... I had someone else defend me, but he and I were forbidden to approach him...” his voice trembled and it cracked a little, his tears continued flowing.

“Genya..” Marizo frowned listening to him, looking sad when he started to cry more, she wrapped her arms around him, hugging him.

“I-I know I called him a murderer when I thought he killed our mother purposedly..but turned out our mother turned into a demon and killed out younger brothers and sisters...he did it in order to protect me...and all I have wanted to do is apologize... but that seems impossible now...” Genya sniffled up, there was so much sorrow in his heart

“Shh, it’s okay. I don’t think your Nii-chan hates you,” Marizo said with a soothing voice. “Was most likely troubled at that time, and it’s not your fault.”

Genya looked at her, his eyes filled with tears. “You think so?”

“I know so,” She reached and dabbed away his tears, offering him an encouraging smile. “I’m sure he’ll get over it and ask for you to see him again. A big brother never really abandons his little sibling,” She said softly.

Genya smiled back, having Marizo there was all he needed to stop feeling worthless. “Thank you for listening, Marizo, I wouldn’t know what to do if you hadn’t come and give some courage...”

Marizo kind of froze in place, seeing the smile that Genya gave her. She had a crush on him, that was certain, but Genya didn’t know, so for her it was fine. She wouldn’t know what to do if he found out she liked him. Then she shook her head, smiling back.

“Anytime, Genya-kun,” She nodded.

“Anytime,”