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tanoraqui · 5 months ago

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Dungeon Meshi Liveblog: Let's Eat!

(That is, let's live, want, connect... oh, you know what I mean by now)

I like how Yaad and the other living villagers can casually talk with the ghosts, because for all intents and purposes they were also ghosts... In fact, those who stayed and spent centuries going through the patterns of life even though all true meaning had been lost long ago were MORE "ghosts" than those who lost their corporeal forms because they wanted to escape so badly that they went wandering... That's so fuckin' good. I wanna eat this writing.

Kabru just randomly walking out of the bushes the second Laios starts considering politics...love him. He was summoned. His PR spidey senses were going off.

look at my boy, establishing his own authority.

Lol this was me when we moved house last month, and my job was to just stand in the new living room and tell people where to put which box or piece of furniture. It's an important job in a task with a lot of people!

FUCK YEAH, THAT'S MY MAN! HE LOOKS GREAT!

fucking love the trope of "one savvy friend in the crowd who deliberately gets a supportive chant going." Of course it's Kabru.

Though it's important to note that the first thing someone called was, "The demon-eater's here!", and there was muttering while no one was entirely sure if that was a good thing or not... Kabru didn't start the rumble of the crowd; the rumble of the crowd is unavoidable, and you have to be aware of that. Laios has always been aware of that, he's just never known what to do about it, and so tried to avoid it. But he's not avoiding it anymore - so Kabru started the hype of the crowd.

They're both right! In order to eat, you need to kill! A memento of a meal IS a spoil of war!

They're unhappy bros... /laughing

Shown: man desperately reassuring himself, and psyching himself up to eat this stupid dragon meat

DADCHUCK. Istg my father has said the same thing to me.

p.s. oh thank god he's fully dressed again. it was indecent.

Marcille is so resigned to this, and so...determined to see it as her own choice. "We all agreed", "I've got to go" - and I'm sure she does see it as her own choice, in a way, because this is how the world has always worked and she knows that. She knew that going in. Those who do ancient magic are arrested by the Elves of the West, that's just the "natural" consequence. She might've gotten away with it if she'd gone undiscovered, or if she'd stayed in the dungeon forever, but she didn't - she chose to pursue her craft, to save Falin, and to do everything after that, too, and so she implicitly chose the consequence with it. If it's unfair, well, thinking that changes nothing, so it's better not to think it.

Until Laios is like, "Actually, I might have political power now? And I'm SO goddamn tired of myself and people I love being punished just for being different, and interested in unconventional things. Let's try something."

WELL-FUCKING-PLAYED! GET THEIR ASSES, LAIOS! It's especially great because I'm pretty sure he knows the answers to all of this by now? Power move!

Is she sitting there completely nude except for jewelry and a short robe. Icons only, honestly. Though "we have the luxury of time" feels like so much of a threat from an elf.

Hey, you did objectively defeat him! Okay arguably the Lion did but Laios did it first, he just also then talked to him, and got grabbed by friendly vine-tentacles. You didn't kill him, but that's not what Delgal asked for anyway!

thinking about that post that observed that Thistle's driving madness was specifically getting Delgal home for dinner, to eat all together as a family again, and he wakes up to the sound of the people of the Golden Kingdom eagerly inviting the (new) king to eat, and him responding...crying... What is lost is lost, but life will go on.

The moment when a character decides to lie to another character for their own good is always so compelling. The little moral quandary microcosm.

So Yaad did know something of what passed between Delgal and Thistle, that drove Thistle down the path to dark magic. He know what it was his grandfather blamed himself for.

This is SUCH A GOOD AND QUIET-SAD DEATH SCENE, but as a consummate fan of 'actually, living is much much harder than dying, and much more interesting too', I do like to think Thistle lives and has to...figure out what to do with his life. And that 'what to do with his life' ends up including ancient magic mad science with Marcille.

...But honestly, even though that'd be fun for me, it seems almost cruel to Thistle. He's been alive for so long. Those he loved most are gone. He held the demon back from the surface, trapped in those books, for so long, even if it was in no way whatsoever with the good of the world in mind. If anyone deserves this peaceful death in (what he thinks are) his brother's forgiving arms, it's him.

Unfortunately, my love, as has been ceaselessly proven in this story: that's life.

Marcille has caught onto one of the major themes! However, this story still isn't in favor of afternoon special Moral of the Story - not of letting the characters wrap things up with a bow, at least. You just go on living and wanting and learning about and connecting with and killing new things, forever! That's how it goes! You never know everything and you're always a little bit starving!

I really love this grumpy old man, and I want him to stick around and be one of Laios's advisors. He's an old gnome, he'll die as soon as an average tallman would anyway.

This is a) very touching coming from Mithrun, who is only just regaining his own will to live, and b) almost tautalogical in this story EXCEPT that it is also clear that merely "wanting" doesn't mean you get to continue to live, it only means that you're alive in this moment - you also need to want to live MORE than whatever's trying to kill you wants to live.

GREAT VISUALS!

And then it's so small, so small that she could leave it behind entirely but Falin is still so kind that she picks it up anyway! Falin who looks at everyone and everything - ghosts and brothers and mad mages and dead dragons, the latter of whom were both violently oppressing her soul - and thinkgs "I gotta help." She's so good!

I'm really going to need to write a like 2k post-canon character study about how Falin has part of the spirit of a dragon in her chest which unfurls while she travels abroad and curls up again and hides when she's home with Marcille and especially with Laios, and how it's a metaphor for her own independence but also literally there is the spirit of a dragon. At the end of it she figures out how to nurture and commune with the dragon enough to have her own flight-capable wings.

THIS IS SO FUCKING COOL-LOOKING. AUTOPHAGIC SELF-CREATION FOR THE FUCKING WIN!!

YYEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

fuck it, have a collage, because this bitch-ass website is about to cut off my photos-per-post. It can't HANDLE the sheet joy of Falin resurrection reunion hugs!!

so many people love her, or at least are really emotionally invested in this now!! /sobs

Lmaoooo

Laios: wracked with food poisoning because he ate raw walking mushroom Falin: great distress! Marcille: trying very hard to help, also thinking sooo hard that He Is An Idiot. [btw I love how it looks like she takes up holding her hair back with a band] Kabru: having his weekly moment, as he has for the past many years and will continue to have until he dies, of wondering if he shouldn't really have just killed this guy rather than let him become king

Kabru definitely wrote this whole ending narration btw. This is his press release from like 40 years in the future. And those kids! An orc kid and a kobold kid, and zooming out to show kids of other races, all playing together and going to lunch together!!

And then they all lived, and hungered and ate and killed and wanted and sought understanding and connected with one another and were part of the great circle of life, as happily ever after as one can get.

This story truly was delicious...in dungeon!

#dm lb #dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon #btw FUN FACT: today was very much a self-care day after a Stressful week #in which i slept 11 hours then ate a large meal of chicken and potatos and green beans #10/10 senshi would've been proud i think #dungeon meshi spoilers

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simp-ly-writes · 9 months ago

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Chapter Two: Trust

Can be read as a standalone: Personal Hell Series (pt.3)

Pairing: (Hazbin Hotel) Lucifer Morningstar x demon overlord!Reader

Summary: As the days pass-by with your stay in Hazbin Hotel, your relationships with the guests only grow. New faces beside old from histories past as you navigate the options that this new chance at living provides you.

Warnings: 5002 words, mentions of violence Nonconsensual touching and mental health, possible gore and death.

A/N: this one is action packed people, buckle your socks on and turn your crocks to athletic mode- we are moving this plot forwards!

Masterlist | Taglist | edited.

Hazbin Hotel Masterlist

When you wake up the next day and sit at the bar, half-listening to the new set Angel Dust is performing later tonight as you swirl you fresh cup of tea, dipping your biscuit ever so gently and watching the ripples that your actions create. Becoming lost in the small pattern you summon forth your blade, standing on the bar top as Husk voices his complaints while grabbing the cloth once more to clean up your mess.

Charlie comes running from underneath the stairs screaming, your blade is pointed to the direction just behind her, teeth bared as you growl in wait. “Woah, woah, woah, there hotstuff- what has you so turned on?” Angel Dust comments, stopping their vivid descriptions for the moment to observe your attacking stance.

“Everyone! My dad just called and I have a meeting with heaven-or well Adam!” Charlie announces as your shoulders fall, blade dipping and eyes going wide. You shake your head furiously annoyed at the King's decision- she was going to be torn to shreds if she went to that meeting. “Princess, what exactly did your father say?” You question, now sitting on top of the bar as your legs swing slightly back and forth.

In that next moment Charlie ignores your question and breaks out into song as Vaggie chases after her, “I can do this! This will be a happy day in hell~” “Charlie, this is only a meeting,” her girlfriend resorts but the princess is unlistening as she runs out the front of the door, dancing her heart out, twirling around lamp posts and before you know it, she is out of sight.

You place your elbows to your knees, head in your palms as you grip out the remainders of your hair. “Husk- I am going to need a glass of wine” “coming right up.”

Lucifer had locked himself away in your study once again, a remaining staff member placed a tea set in the small living room before exiting. The King sat with his back to the door, tinkering away with his latest installment of duck- this one would read out the first chapter to your history book. Tinkering with the voice box and animating the feet to walk in circles, the King rested his head against one of his hands, eyes turning closed, “Chapter One: The Fall…”

The King did not know he had fallen asleep soon afterwards, day and night mixing together as every waking moment appeared as dull as sleep. But at least when he rested, in his dreams he saw you, waiting there for him, wanting to hear about his latest inventions and revolutions. You never bowed nor kneeled for him, only sitting beside him with bright features and not a speck of stress.

Yet this latest dream world he found himself slipping into while sitting at your desk, the duck all long forgotten to the shiver that ran down his spine. Ghostly finger tips trickled lightly down his shoulders and spine, coaxing it to relax as he hummed out- stretching to receive more like a needy cat. He relished these touches, it was as if these hands knew of every vein in that area- sparking them to light as he practically buzzed with content. Yet the touches got lighter and lighter before becoming only a drifting thought, an illusion that had the King shivering cold when he awakened once again.

You did not know how this video camera had been placed in your hands but you followed every command that Vaggie ushered, from angle to the zoom, you were practically a breathing tripod as you filmed each section to the new commercial in production.

The camera shook as you did your best not to laugh at the dead-panned look that Husk was giving you down the lens, rolling his eyes as Vaggie yelled “action!” once again as you listened to the tape roll. Alastor leaned down beside you, watching the small screen with a humm, “I still think radio is better- don’t you?”

“Cut! What the fuck, Alastor. I already told you- no talking while filming!” Vaggie outbursts while crossing her arms and tapping her foot rapidly against the carpeted floors. “Ah well all the more reasons that show how useless this technology is,” the Radio Demon responds before turning around and slipping into the shadows without a trace. “Action!” is yelled to the set once more as you stand still, awaiting the princesses return.

Charlie comes back through the Hotel doors, turning around to shut it softly behind herself as tears slip silently down her cheeks in frustration. She knocks her head against the wood before groaning and turning away, jumping up slightly in shock as Vaggie pulls her into a hug. “How did it go? Did they listen?’” Vaggie questions while pulling away and grabbing her hand, walking them both over to the sitting room where the rest of the hotel's inhabitants wait.

As the Princess tries to come up with lighthearted words to convey the utter disappointment she faced during the meeting, her stumbling of words is overshadowed by Vaggies excitement as she pulls them down to a couch in front of the television. “Alastor pulled some strings and it is about to air.”

“I pulled a few limbs too” Alator teases out with a dry laugh, you stand beside his chair and pluck a hair from his head as he whips his head around, a smile growing in menacing size as your’s mirror his own. A joy fills you to the brim watching as it falls and he faces straight once more.

“You guys made a new commercial?- thats, that's amazing!” Charlie states, tears welling behind her yellow eyes as your own crinkle at the edges. But just as the commercial begins to air, the news channel flickers over top with a screeching woman yelling, “BREAKING NEWS” over the still image. “Extermination day is coming sooner than expected as the hour glass falls faster than ever-seen before, be prepared because death is coming to us all in the new year!” the announcer comments before the screen fades to black.

Everyone looks around at one another before Angel Dust lets out a singular, “Well fuck.” That leaves the whole room laughing, partially at the blunt tone and the other for the impending doom that haunts every minute that ticks by.

After some much needed sleep on the recent news, Charlie calls every down for a team meeting back in the sitting room. “Well… we are just going to have to work faster and try harder- team!” Charlie states while standing up in front of the group, clapping her hands together in order to hide the trembles knocking around her skin. She bites her lip, a small drop of gold falling and burning the run below as Vaggie wipes the rest away.

“Charlie, you are a great friend you know but all of hell is losing their complete shit after the broadcast- even my boss,” Angel Dust comments as his phone blows up. You watch as the Spiders head fluff furrowing into itself, their fingers quickly moving across the screen to reply.

“Well sinners are desperate… desperate enough to try anything just like this hotel!” Vaggie adds. “That is an amazing~ idea!” Charlie replies, now jumping on the heels of her feet as you rub your face tiredly, sipping your tea as you observe the scene playing out before you. Angel Dust pats a seat beside them, sticking up their leg as you cringe back in disgust.

But just as you are about to take that next sip, the wall behind you blows out, pieces flying around your head as your cup shatter and you swear out, “fucking Hell. Can’t even drink warm water without someone pissing in it.”

Your angelic spear appears in your hand without a second thought as Alastor teleports beside you, a sinister smile dictates the static electricity ringing through the air as every hair on your body stands at attention. You call for the Princess to retreat with Vaggie and Angel Dust as the Radio Demon rises with his coffee in hand, pissed to see the stain left on his tailored jacket.

Sir. Pretentious commands the vessel, hissing violently as he points in your direction, “Your powers have grown since last time Alastor, animating the dead I see? Well those powers are no match for me and my egg army- you’ll see!”

“Who are they?” you yell out to Alastor, snapping your fingers for a tentacle to appear from the ground, bursting through the ships window and casting forth the snake's body as they become pinned down by the point of your spear. Alastor hums out, extending his hands forth as a put emerges and engulfs the ship hole.

“No-one important, deer. Such miniscule names only take up valuable space in our minds,” Alastor states before spinning on his heel and heading back inside the Hotel, humming a tune. He only pauses as you state back in a blunt tone, “You did not answer my question, or have you forgotten who I am, Radio Demon? I need the name for records.”

“I did not know you were still working for the King, General. Thought you were dead-no?” the Overlord resorts while inspecting the cuffs of his suit. “What can I say, I live to serve just as much as I die.”

“Sir. Pretentious, is that all?”

“Yes. Thank you,” you finish the conversation with as Charlie yells for you to let the attacker go. With one small cut against the serpent's neck, you watch as he slivers down the hill and back to the city core.

To say you were surprised would be an understatement when you opened the door, mere hours later to find Sir. Pretentious waiting for entrance, his hat in his hands and a few straggling eggs in tow. You roll your eyes, not bothering for a weapon as the man holds up peace signs to make your eyes roll. Charlie allows the former attacker inside as you keep a close watch from behind, taking a place just outside the room by leaning against the main staircase, listening in.

“I didn’t come looking for a fight, when I heard that you were helping people on the picture box- I came straight away!” He hisses out while taking a seat. Charlie lights up like a holiday display as she moves right into bonding exercise while Angel Dust voices his complaints against the entire situation at hand. In doing so, you retreat slowly back to your room.

You awaken to the sounds of hurried slivers dashing down the hall and closing a door to Alastor’s study just a bit too heavily. The Radio Demon was out hunting tonight, what- you did not bother to know, only nodding as he left.

Sir. Pretentious stood with his back turned to the door, a camera he was setting up between the various books that littered the shelf had you growling out in displeasure. “And what do you think you are doing, you absolute snake?”

The door clicks open behind you once more as Angel Dust’s eyes go wide to the scene and the sight of you in night clothing as your skin only slightly peaks out, glowing in the moonlight. “You slippery little shit, working for the ‘V’s’ are you?” the Spider questions out, slamming the door closed behind himself.

Angel Dust throws a punch as you stand back, letting them fight before various footsteps can be heard approaching from down the hall. You pull the pornstar back, locking their arms in your own, “if you wanted to hold me so closely, you only had to ask baby~” Angel Dust purrs out to you as you old fast, face unmoving as Charlie analyzes the damage.

The Serpent cries out, knowing himself to be a failure as he drops the watch from his wright and slams the camera broken by the spine of a book. He sits on the floor defeated as you let go of the Spider- the room now in a still. “Make it quick,” Sir Pretentious states, tipping their head in your direction as you look to Charlie for confirmation.

She holds up her hand as you make no moves to summon forth a weapon. Vaggie and Angel Dust begin their protests as your mind begins to drift off into another memory, fading away from the current as Charlie begins to sing a song of forgiveness- it falls dead on your ears.

You find yourself in the dark void once more, the ground before you ripples, matching the patterns found in your teacup from mornings before. The dripping of water can be heard, growing in volume before becoming that of a waterfall pouring over your head. You gasp from the cold drench it covers you in, clothes sticking to your form as you shiver and grasp to conceal warmth.

You venture forth, as each step you make disturbs the pattern underneath your feet, hundreds of mini ripples how overpower the larger steady ones as a flicker of white in the corner of your eyes has you gasping and turning to meet it. But just before you can it blinks out of existence and reality comes crashing back as the waterfall catches up with you, basking you in its frigid waters once more.

“But sorry is where it begins~” the Snake and the Princess sing out together in harmony as your berings return to form. You stumble slightly, grasping the bookshelf behind you for support as Angel Dust looks over their shoulder, gun falling to their side as they cock their head- a silent asking if you were alright. You only nod once before making a wobbled stand and exit the study back to your room to take shelter underneath the covers. Under their warmth, sleep cannot find you as your eyes stare upwards, glossing over the intricate lace designs covering the canopy bed.

Time had become a blur as a week has already slipped by from that restless night that joined many others. You were fading in and out more as the days went by. Now you were found nearly asleep on the bartop as you listened to Husks baritone grumblings that soothed your ears.

Sir. Pretentious was giving a presentation on his latest invention, the lack of attacks getting on his nerves as he anxiously invented weapon after weapon in his hotel room. Vaggie spoke out against these actions as Charlie was visibly struggling to come up with a learning opportunity from this outburst. “People are being nice because they want you to feel welcomed,” the x-eyed woman states with crossed arms as the Snake hisses out in contemplation to these words.

He looks around the room to find Husk cleaning a glass beside your head as he flips the bird and Angel Dust follows suit. Nifty only mocks his lack of aggressiveness, proving her point by stabbing a nearby bug that has the reptile rears back in fear. “I have my doubts about that…” he finally answers back. Yet these would be the least of his worries when it is announced that Charlie would be taking away his weapons stashes and eggs as Alastor would find a way to house them temporarily once back from his break.

A glass being slammed against the bartop has you standing for attention before glaring at the cat-man when no danger is in sight. “Sleep in a bed, not at my bar,” he simply states before taking in the new boxes of alcohol from the door and unpacking them against the back display shelf.

As you make your way back up to your room, using the elevator as your powers flicker from the lack of rest or sustenance once more. Alastor is there to greet you with a wide, yellow smile when the door chimes open. “You arrived just on time- we are leaving for a meeting,” the overlord sign-songs to you before entering the elevator and clicking the first floor.

You stand beside one another without making any glances, “And why would I do that?” you question.

“I feel as if history is repeating itself- haha!” your eyes roll at this statement before crossing your arms, looking upwards as the numbers tick down.

“You are my new Right-Hand, are you not?” Alastor questions out with a crackle in his voice.

“When did you become royalty? Never thought you to be the type to like being-”

“A-A-Aah!” Alastor tuts out with the wave of a finger, as if mocking a child. You move to bite that finger before feigning innocence with wide eyes fluttering like nothing happens, rejoicing at the terrified shutter that makes its way down his spine.

“So… who are we meeting exactly?”

Alastor provided no further explanation as you followed beside him,a few shock gasps coursed through the street before the Radio Demon silenced the crowd with the raise of a hand. Your back arched forwards slightly, anxious off all the attention in such close proximity- it felt suffocating. A body nears behind your own as your finger curl together in a fist, turning around sharply you see Zestial tilting his head down towards you, his lips curl upwards as he offers a kiss to the back of your hand.

“How art thou, peacekeeper? Thy return could not hast came at a better time.” You smile up at the ancient overlord, your friend older than that of the King and Queen as you unravel your fist. Alastor leans on his microphone, as a light buzz appears in the air, his smile softens only the slightest bit as he leans forward to ask, “Doing well, old friend?”

Yet Zestial pays no attention to the man, attention solemnly on you and your answer. “As best as I can during times like these, you comment on how my timing is good- how so?” You fix the cuffs to your coat as you speak, flicking off small bits of flesh that have been offered to your group as you near a large modern tower.

“An answer yet to be discovered,” Zestial finishes before opening the door for you and Alastor with a small bow as you voice your thanks in return. When entering the lobby, various elevators zoom past you, carrying overlords from far and wide as your palms begin to sweat. You lean towards Alastor, harshly whispering in his ear, “Why the fuck have you brought me here, Alastor. All of these demons would gladly hand me in for favour.”

“And that is where you are wrong, deer. You see that your presence is the least of the group's concerns when extermination is on the horizon. We have souls to keep and screams to feed our ears,” Alastor speaks aloud while pointing to a chair near the top of the table for you to sit at.

Various eyes cast their way over your form, taking in your appearance with greedy eyes and cash-grabbing smiles. They know of your price dead or alive, for nobody was present at your royal funeral. But other than their looks, no actions rose out from the crowd, glued to their seats in wait. You take this as your cue to investigate the room, raking through your mind each of their atrocities throughout history and the tallied souls they keep.

These numbers you count serve as comfort in your head, leveling back on the facts you pride yourself on creating and upholding. Yet the more you find yourself dwelling in the past, the greater your heart aches to return to all its known. All those court hearings you attended way back when that happened in a similar fashion. Just this time you got forced into a seat at the table rather than standing at the judges side, whispering in his ear your opinions to be voiced.

Oh the simpler times, you think to yourself. Those starting moments before you would go on to take over those meetings in his place as Lilith’s pregnancy continued. A slam of the door has your attention swerving back as you grip the table for reassurance.

“Welcome Hell's sovereign overlords. I have invited you all here because you represent millions of souls tied to your very name. Souls that will be taken by the extermination in only a few months time rather than by our own claws,” Carmilla Carmine states, hands casting over the table to point at each individual in the room, her finger swirls overtop your head before she continues.

“We need to minimize the impact and on that matter, Alastor and… General. Welcome back,” she states in a thoughtful tone until the door slams itself open once again as you wince at the holes forming from the impact. A short, pony-tailed woman stands on top of the table, walking over to an extra seat with a phone glued to her ear. You wince at the obnoxious accent she carries, “yes I know Vox-darling, they are ALL a joke. Kisses, see you soon!”

“Nice of you to be joining us, Velvet- will your colleagues be joining us?” Carmilla asks with annoyance coating every word. Velvet rolls her eyes, throwing her phone on the table while leaning forward to cast a series of insults as you look to Alastor and question out, “I apologise for sounding like a broken record in advance, but who are they exactly?”

Alastor’s laugh is projected throughout the room as a head-grinding ring echoes in everyone's mind until the room is silent once more. But just as the deer-man is about to speak, an Angels head gets casted on the table, hopping animatedly before stopping just in front of your hands. Gold pours out from its slashed neck as you wince, going to grasp your own.

“If these holy rollers can be killed, well the game has changed,” Velvet announces, seemingly taking over the meeting as your head cat's back and forth between the two women like a tennis match.

“We not know how this perished. May it be not by a demon's hand after all. If we rush to war- they purge all of Hell,” Zestial retorts while sipping his tea loudly, he casts his eyes between you and Carmilla worriedly of your reactions just as the table erupts to their own smaller conversations on the matter at hand. But just as Velvet shoves a finger his way, Carmilla's chair scratches against the tiles, grating your ears once again as Alastor’s twitches in displeasure. “You have no respect…” Carmilla starts with before entering a lecturning display against the smaller woman's apparent arrogance to the room's guests.

You applauded Carmine’s performance as she casts you a split second smile before Alastor adds on, “That was a productive meeting, now we really must get going, who knows what Hell has spawned at the Hotels door this time-hm?” You nod once in reply, going through the room to shake hands with everyone, even Velvet who wipes her hand on her shirt afterwards, looking you up and down for a second as your eyes begin to flicker red for the faintest second until Alastor throws you both through a door back to the Hotel’s lobby.

You were not surprised in the slightest to find the Hotels events room staged with a BDSM act. Blinking twice before entering the room, a tall feline figure wrapped their tail around your waist, purring in your ear as you stood still, glaring at Angel Dust. Alastor had left you in his dust the split second after seeing into the room but you were glad to see Vaggie pulling Charlie away from a pervy succubus- hell bent on having the royals attention.

The feline’s eyes narrowed sensually in your face as they curved around your figure tighter, a claw of theirs drifted its way up your arm and towards your neck. Elbowing them in the gut, their groan of pain was the only pleasure you had found in that room before Vaggie announced another way for the Hotel to build trust in one another. You looked towards the Princess at the mention of this, catching her eye for a moment before stepping through yet another door way- this one led you to a burning battle ground.

Screams emerged from every crack and crevice as your hand twitches, readying yourself for an attack. Vaggie appeared to hold no qualms while an arrow just skimmed by her head, Charlie yelled out in horror- eyes flashing red before the demon that ceased to exist behind the group. “This is where I learned to build my trust, and I will see to it that you ALL find the same,” Vaggie announced while pointing her spear to each and every one of you.

In the next moment, hotel guests were being thrown over the wall and dispersed into the war zone below. You sat on the ledge, waiting to step in as an anxious Charlie sat beside you, swinging her feet back and forth as she winced at Angel Dust’s apparent enthusiasm to gutting a man. Vaggie was a prominent force on the field, you smiled watching someone command such strength- helping others and with these thoughts in mind, your head tilted towards the Princesses and you spoke.

“Thank you,” you start with as Charlie’s eyes meet your own, narrowing the slightest bit to show her confusion. “What are you thankful for?” She asks, her feet still kicking as she searches your eyes for an answer.

“For being the person your mom would respect and the person I wished to be if only I held more strength. Thank you, Princess…” you trail off with as tears spark in your eyes, Charlies feet still, falling against the brick wall as she looks away from you, her eyes squeeze shut as her own tears mirror your own.

“What were they like?” Charlie timidly asks, “What were they like before me? I read your journals and books, yet they never brought me any closer to understanding- they feel like such different people now…” She trails off, the wind picking up her golden strands as a few stragglers hit your face.

You lean forwards, trying to catch her eyes once more as you state, “Both your mother and father were wonders to behold- time will never change that…” your voice trails off, trying to choose the right words and describe the correct moments for a time like this. “I did not truly know them for my first century in hell but on that day when a raven that would soon become my own descended from the red skies above- ushering me forwards- I allowed them to. They were spirited even with their dreams taken away. The Queen held onto enough hope for the population of Hell as your father sculpted her every word, it was the only beautiful sight to be held in Hell and the first demons could only respect them for it. Without their leadership, their sacrifices…”

You struggle to continue as Charlie's eyes dart around, trying to come up with a new topic of conversation. “Why did you call my parents by their titles, why do you address me as such? You all were friends- were you not?” Charlie asks while playing with her hair, she is shy about this question before hurriedly speaking up once again, “It is is personal-erm, private! It’s okay, you don’t have to tell me!”

You laugh at her cuteness before holding up a hand to stop her rambles, “I was still a servant to them-'' Charlie bursts out into laughter, she grips her chest as tears form around her eyes again, “Now THAT is a lie,” she states while wagging her finger in your face as your face falls to one of confusion.

“My parents LOVED you, they just loved you- simply put. Not as a servant, not as a child or friend. They fell in love with you… and it was when you died, that love they shared died too…” Charlie takes a deep breath as you are at a loss for words, eyes wide in processing the information. “...you may not know this but my mom began to hate you, hate that even with you gone, you were somehow a consistent presence. She-she told me one day that even I made her remember you along with some other words and a week after that she left… a-and I haven’t seen her since.” Charlie cries out, falling into her lap as her breathing becomes staggered.

You rub up and down her back, humming out to soothe the girl as she grabs your white jacket, knuckles turning white. In muffled tones, she still speaks, “my dad loves you- still does I am sure of it, even when we do not speak he always shows it. You were the last topic we talked to each other before I left… the last time we hugged…”

You lean your head down, pressing a gentle kiss to her hair before pulling it out of her eyes, “I am sorry, Princess Charlie…”

“I am sorry too…” Charlie picks herself off, her smile flickering at the edges as she fixes her hair, “next time my father is around, whenever that will be… promise that you will at least look at him even if he does not notice. You deserve to see yourself loved, I am sorry for what I made you blame yourself on and sorry that you ever thought to be only admired for your work- I am ever guilty of it among many others.”

You nod your head, agreeing to her words without being able to find your own. The battle gradually slows from underneath your feet as Alastor comes to greet you all- a feast he has prepared back in the Kitchens as the group cheers, dropping their weapons and hugs emerge. Everyone chats, celebrating their victory as glasses chime in tune. You raise your own towards Charlie as she tips her to do the same.

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summoned pt2

Read Part 1 here! See my full list of works here!

Part of the 500 Follower Celebration Requested by: Anonymous

Summary: Now that your wish has been fulfilled, Loki has no choice but to leave as he is no longer bound to you.

Pairing: Incubus!Loki x Reader

Word Count: 6.4k [grab your drinks, grab your snacks, you're gonna be here a while]

Warnings: 18+ | smut (minors & pearl clutchers you should know the drill by now); vaginal fingering; unprotected p in v; light cussing; angst

Things to be aware of: Loki is a sex demon, not a god, in this one

"Loki it's time to return. Your duty with this mortal woman is fulfilled."

Lilith's voice floated into Loki's ears in the otherwise quiet of your bedroom. As soon as you'd said the words he knew it was only a matter of time before he was either summoned to another's bed or recalled back to her domain to await his next assignment.

He was just feebly hoping that it wouldn't come so soon. That perhaps he could just have one more night like this.

Just a few more hours to hold you.

"At least let me stay until she wakes," he grumbled, the agitated tone causing you to stir in your sleep. "Let me say goodbye to her."

"Could you do it?" her melodic snake-like voice taunted in his ear. "Could you say goodbye to her and bear to see the sadness in her eyes? Could you say it without kissing her? Touching her? Showing her that you've fallen in love with her?"

"If I leave now and she wakes up to nothing I will hurt her," he argued through gritted teeth. "She's been hurt enough times. I refuse to add to that pain."

"Better she be hurting but alive," she countered. "If you stay longer, if you say goodbye to her, you will want to have one last kiss. One last embrace. You'll wish to make love to her. And once you do, because of how strong your emotional bond with her is, you will deplete her of her life force. Completely. You won't just drive her mad, Loki. You'll kill her."

He ground his teeth together, tears stinging his eyes as if they were made of acid. "So my choices are to hurt her or to kill her? We're doomed regardless?"

"Come back, child." The gentle tone behind her words had him taken aback. "We have much to discuss. And I think you care for her enough that you would rather the outcome where she may still walk among her world and live another day."

When moments passed that he could no longer feel Lilith's presence in his mind, he gently laid your sleeping form flat on your bed, his heart already aching as you began to let out small whimpers in protest, your hand clinging desperately to his shirt as if you knew he was about to leave you forever. "I'm sorry, darling," he whispered as he pressed a kiss to your cheek.

Once he'd coaxed your hand to let him go, he stared at you for a moment, desperately committing each delicate feature on your face to memory, before turning back and disappearing from your life forever.

"Welcome home, my child. It's so good to finally see your face once more."

Loki arrived back at Lilith's domain with a sullen look coloring his expression, the thought of you waking up to find him gone looming over him with an ominous persistence. Just imagining your face as you opened your eyes to an empty bed had him physically aching to return to you, to hold you and apologize profusely for even leaving you for a few short hours. The image of the hurt in your eyes akin to poison eating away at him from the inside out.

"You wish to be with her, don't you? The human girl?"

"Gee, Lilith, what gave me away?" he hissed, earning what seemed like a compassionate stare from the superior succubus. A look akin to a mother staring upon a petulant child throwing a slight tantrum. "I love her. And you called me away from her just as she began to feel as if she finally had a constant in her life. How insidious are we that the moment a wish as pure as hers is granted, we take it away once she realizes what she had? It sickens me, Lilith. To my core."

"Loki what if I told you there is a way? That there are certain…arrangements in place for our kind in the event that a situation such as yours ever arose?" The treacherous feeling of hope bloomed in his chest at her words, at even the remotest prospect of being able to return to you. To come home.

Home.

Not once did the demon ever think that there would be any place in any plane of existence that he could ever truly call that. Not even Lilith's domain if he was being truly honest with himself. Only to come to the realization that made his now beating heart swell as it dawned on him.

Home wasn't a place. It was a person. You.

His beautiful little mortal.

"What must I do?"

"Just like that?" She seemed to do away with hiding how confounded she was at his lack of hesitation. "Not even a moment of pause to think about what could be at stake--"

"Lilith please," he spat out, already growing exasperated of her nature of teasing out a conversation to longer than it absolutely needed to be. "You tell me there's a way for me to be with her again, yes or no?"

"Yes but--"

"Then tell me what I must do. Do I need to tell her to make another wish? Must I make a wish myself?"

"You need to relinquish your immortality," she blurted out, the concern now rife on her features as the words echoed around the caverns of her domain. "The arrangement is that one must surrender their immortal life in exchange for one mortal lifetime. What happens after that one lifetime is over is…unknown to me."

"Because I lack a soul?"

She gave him a pitying smile. "Yes, my child. There is no guarantee that when your time with her is over that you would rejoin her in her afterlife; however, miracles have been known to happen. Perhaps you'll be the exception."

"Have there been others with a similar plight? That took the same decision? What happened to them?"

"Truthfully, other than the knowledge that they did not return home, there is nothing I can tell you. Perhaps their existence simply ceased to be and there was nothing waiting for them on the other side. Perhaps they did move forward to the next stage of their lives and they found their loves again in the next life. As I said, there is no guarantee.

"Now I can understand if you will have your hesitations, so I can offer you to think it over while you're fulfilling your next--"

"I'll take it," Loki cut her off. He didn't need time to think things through; the only option he was interested in rang as clear as your voice breaking through the buzzing busy noises of other mortals drudging through their own existence back in your home. The one that would lead him back to you. "A single, finite lifetime with her is worth more than an eternity bereft of her. I'll take my chances."

The smile that Lilith gave him now was more akin to how he saw good-hearted mothers smiling at their children whenever the realization hit them that just because that person would always be their child, that child had already grown to become an adult ready to make their own decisions. It was a bittersweet smile rife with the mixture of excitement for what they would make of their lives and the stinging question of when they would see each other again.

"I wish you all the happiness with your mortal, Loki. Come with me. We shall begin the ritual. Your final ritual." She held a deceptively unaged hand toward him, silently instructing him to take it. "And then you can go home. Start your new life with your…?" she trailed off, prompting him to say your name.

"Y/N," he finished. "Her name is Y/N." Even merely saying your name had him helpless against the smile that crept up on his face.

My Darling Y/N,

When you wake I suspect you will be disoriented, confused, perhaps even angry. I would not blame you. You will wake on this morning to an empty bed, and for that I must apologize. Never did I wish to leave in such haste and without even a proper goodbye; you deserve much better than that. Better than me.

While you slept, I was summoned back to Lilith's domain, which is where you can safely suspect I am now. She's…she's complicated to describe, but I suppose in your realm she is to me something akin to a boss and a mother all at once. As much as I would rather not be sent to my next assignment, it would also be safe to suspect that if I am not already there, that I am on my way. Believe me when I say this: With all my heart, or at least whatever I may have that resembles a heart, I would rather be holding you right this moment.

But it seems that when you verbally acknowledged that your wish had been fulfilled, then my obligational tether to you was severed. There was no longer a force that bound me to you, and I was susceptible to being summoned by another once more.

Chances are you will never see me again, and I feel hollow even saying this. But know that even if you may not perceive me, that whenever I am there, in your realm, I will always make time to check in on you. I may have been forced to leave you, but you, my beautiful little mortal, will never leave me. You are my favorite. I fear you will always be.

Y/N, all I wish for you now is that you would live your life no longer feeling alone. That even if it seems that way, you would remember that there will always be someone that would care for you and only wish happiness for you for the rest of your days. Even if I can no longer hold you, if ever you should feel a stray breeze on a motionless day, or a presence in a seemingly empty room, know that that would be me. Doing what I can to let you know that I am still with you.

Yours,

Loki

By the time you left for work that morning, you'd memorized every word in the letter that Loki had left laying on the pillow where you expected him to be, the paper seeming to apologize that instead of a kiss on the forehead as you woke, its detached nature with the emotionally charged words were all you had to keep you warm.

You'd never been so cold.

Today you were thankful for the neglectful nature of your employers and your coworkers; nobody seemed to notice that along with your red-rimmed eyes, everything in your expression screamed "hollow". All it would take was one look your way and anyone would see that you within moments of waking up your heart had been irredeemably shattered, every nerve in your body on high alert for a stray breeze or an invisible presence, stubbornly searching for something you knew you wouldn't find.

His time with you always had an expiration date. You'd known that since the first night; part of you had even been convinced that you would've woken up to an empty bed after that first night, if you were being completely honest with yourself. And much as you always dreadfully expected that day every time you went off to sleep, a part of you still felt sucker punched when it was actually glaringly staring you in the face.

The way of the Incubi was cruel, you were sure. The moment that you finally had what your soul yearned for, it was yanked out right from under your feet and leaving you in a state as bad as you were before you even blew out that candle. You were even willing to argue that you were in worse shape now. Because at least back then you were simply alone.

Now you were alone and heartbroken. Now you weren't just yearning for a concept, you were aching for someone.

And that ache hit you the hardest coming home from work and finally being faced with the cold emptiness of your apartment. No arms to pull you into an embrace as you walked through the door. No velvety voice that welcomed you home as you felt the tension of the day leave your body.

There was just…nothing. Not even a stray breeze.

A desperation began to course through you as you marched over to the kitchen counter, fishing out a thin candle and the lighter, your heart thundering in your ears as the tears began to well in your eyes. The temperature felt as if it were rising rapidly as you felt your face heating in anger. "What's the point?" you hissed into the darkness. "They'd bring him back to me just to take him away again."

You couldn't manage anything other than silent sobs as you sank to the floor, the harsh, cruel reality forcing you to let it sink in. Loki was gone. And you would never see him again.

It felt like time had began to slow into a snail's pace as you stayed in your spot, slumped over with your head resting on your knees, arms wrapped around your legs in a desperate attempt to hold yourself together while the sobs kept coming. Still no breeze. Still no presence.

Still nothing. Still alone.

Goodbye, Loki, you said inwardly. The words hurt too much to voice out loud at the moment, so thinking them would have to do. I love you.

As your breathing began to take on a less labored pace, you pulled yourself up to your feet and walked over to your bedroom, making the split-second decision to put on one of the long-sleeved shirts that the demon had left behind and wear it to bed. He'd have no use for them anymore.

His words from that first night echoed hauntingly in your head, almost mocking you for somehow finding yourself in a worse state than you were in before he appeared in your life. To sleep alone when one yearns for companionship maybe one of the most cripplingly lonely feelings you can experience.

Apparently it was even worse when one yearned for love.

The sound of a loud thud out in the hall had you shooting up out of bed, reaching over in your nightstand and fumbling for your letter opener before you approached your front door, where whoever had crashed outside still remained, their audible heavy breathing permeating through the dark silence of your apartment. Chills spread throughout your whole body as a soft knocking at your front door followed a few moments later.

Gripping the letter opener tightly and holding it up in front of you to defend yourself, you threw the door open to see who dared to show up at your front door at this late hour. What you saw on the other side had you dropping your feeble excuse for a weapon the second your eyes met.

"Loki?" You inwardly winced at the hoarse sound of your voice as you said his name. This wasn't real. This couldn't be. You were losing your sanity, imagining him here with you.

There was no one there.

He breathed your name in what sounded like relief, taking a step toward you with his arms outstretched as if you pull you towards him. "Stop," you cried out holding your hand out as if it had the power to make him stay exactly where he was. "Don't. You're not here. You can't be. You said I was never going to see you again, you left--"

Any words you had left died on your tongue the second he closed the distance between you and wrapped you in his arms. "I know. I know. I'm so sorry, my darling." You found yourself breaking into more sobs as you felt yourself leaning in to his hold, an arm wrapping around you to hold you up, his other hand gently stroking your hair as you felt him press a kiss to the top of your head. "I tried to make it back to you as fast as I could."

"Why are you here?" you mumbled against his chest, your hands tightly clenching into fists holding on to the fabric of his shirt, as if you could hold him there if you did so. "And since when do you knock?"

"Since today, sweet girl. I no longer hold my powers. What held me back from returning to you was not another assignment, but rather a ritual. My final ritual." He tucked his fingers under your chin, tilting your head gently so you could look up at him. "I am no longer a member of the Incubi, darling."

"What are you now, then?" Tears kept escaping your eyes with every blink, most of you still refusing to believe that this was real. Even as you placed your hands tentatively on his shoulders, giving a slight squeeze and still finding yourself surprised that you even grasping solid matter to begin with. "Because I'm still not convinced you're real."

Your heart sputtered in your chest as he pressed his lips to your forehead. "I'm here, precious mortal. I'm real and I'm here." He took a look around the apartment, a broken sigh escaping his lips as he saw the kitchen counter, the lone candle and lighter still laying on top. "Were you going to make another wish?"

"I wanted to." You kept your eyes trained to the floor now, afraid that if you looked at him a moment longer you would either burst into more tears or blurt out how you felt about him.

"What stopped you?"

"What was the point?" you scoffed. "I wish for them to bring you back only for you to leave again?" You let out a mirthless chuckle, the ache in your heart worsening as you felt him pull you into a tighter embrace. "I already went through the pain of losing you I wasn't exactly keen on doing it again." He cradled your head against his chest, giving yourself permission to relish in the feeling even for just a few short moments and finding yourself a touch startled when you could hear his own heart beating rapidly; you hadn't been able to before.

"You don't need a wish to bring me back to you anymore," he murmured against the top of your head. "To answer your question of what I am now…I can't be too sure. All I know is I am no longer immortal. I have but one mortal lifetime to spend how I desire. There is no longer a will in this world stronger than my own that determines who I am tethered to. Starting tonight I am free to choose my own path and…that would answer your final question. Why I am here." You let out a shuddering breath as you felt his fingers weaving through your hair, his lips pressing kisses to your temple, down your cheek, and stopping at the corner of your mouth. "Y/N, I'm here for you. I'm here because I have chosen who to tether myself to for this mortal lifetime and what ever may come after, and I've chosen you."

Words began to fail you at his admission, at this potential new reality of him getting to stay with you. With no more fear of someone or something taking him away because he was summoned elsewhere. Of him surrendering an infinite number of days for a finite lifetime with you.

It painted a beautiful picture. A life that felt so perfect that it couldn't have possibly been crafted for you. A dream masquerading itself as reality so that you could wake up and fixate on what was possible instead of what already was. All you could do as the words refused to form was to let out a near incoherent utterance of the final question that burned in your soul with every word that slipped through his unfairly perfect lips.

Why would he do such a thing?

"Why?" He guided your gaze back to him, his eyes shining with tears of his own. "Are you truly asking that, sweet girl?" More tears rolled down your cheeks as your eyes squeezed shut when he leaned in, pressing his lips to yours in a tender kiss, much like he did the previous night.

Like he did the previous night.

The hissing thought made you recoil against him, the motion making him immediately release you, a panicked and apologetic look in his eyes, the pain in them apparent as he watched you step back from him. "I'm sorry," he breathed out, arms still reaching out toward you, fingers twitching as if there was an ache in him similar to the one you'd felt all day.

"Last night you kissed me and then you disappeared." The words rushed out of you, nearly garbling together with how fast you were trying to talk, every part of you on high alert, afraid that he would vanish again. "I don't want you to kiss me if it means you'll leave again."

A large part of you felt pathetic hearing your own words ringing in your ears, desperation lacing every sound that escaped your mouth. For so long you'd convinced yourself that you needed nothing and no one, and now here you were practically telling the former demon that if he left you again it would rip you apart.

Any other words that may have been lingering at the tip of your tongue died when he walked over to you, lifting you into his arms and walking you both further into your apartment, setting you down onto the kitchen counter so that your faces were level with one another. A shudder ran through your body as you felt his fingers lightly touching the backs of your knees, thumbs stroking the bare skin of your legs as he stepped between them.

A faint whimper pierced the silence of your apartment when he pressed his lips to yours again in a soft, fleeting kiss. "I'm not going anywhere," he murmured against your skin, kissing a trail down to your neck. "I'll never leave you again." You let out a broken moan as his fingers moved aside the neckline of your shirt, tracing his lips along your collarbone, whispering into your skin, "I love you."

You finally felt the cold that cruelly kept you company all day withering away at his words, relief flooding you as a smile pulled at the corners of your mouth. "You're staying?" His whispered yes may as well have been etched into your skin, your heart swelling as you felt him smiling against you when you wrapped your arms and legs around him, pulling him to you as close as you could manage. "Good. The next time someone tries to take you away from me I demand a fighting chance. Because I love you, too."

The air left your lungs in a little squeak as Loki lifted you into his arms once more and off the counter, capturing your lips in a frantic kiss that had you moaning into each other's mouths as he walked the familiar path back to your bedroom. "I was told last night that if I'd tried to love you the way I ached to while I was still a demon that I would have killed you. Depleted you of your life force."

You shouldn't have felt intrigued by the prospect; in fact, fear should have entered your system right about now at the mere thought of being alone with someone who could have ended you in such a carnal manner.

Yet somehow you'd never felt safer than you did at this moment, as he laid you down gently on your bed, his larger frame hovering just above yours as he resumed kissing along your collarbone. "While we need not worry about that any longer, I think it best we still take precautions." You could feel your pulse thundering in your ears as he kissed a path down your clothed torso, stopping above your heart as his roaming hands gave the sides of your hips a light squeeze. "We'll go slow, darling. For now."

The only response you could manage was a mute nod, your breaths coming out in jagged exhales as he pressed his lips to yours once again, fingers working their way to the hem of your shirt and lifting the fabric above your hips. He made quick work to slide your panties down your legs before gliding his hand up your inner thigh, the light touch already causing you to whimper against his mouth. "Loki please--"

Any words that would have followed were overtaken with a piercing moan that echoed in the darkness of your bedroom as long dexterous fingers met your slicked folds, easily working themselves into your entrance and coating his digits in your arousal in slow, sensuous strokes. "If you knew how I've longed to have you like this, my love," he whispered, repeatedly pressing his lips to your cheek and temple in soft kisses. "How I've fought against the urge to seduce you for months."

"Why -- oh f-fuck -- why didn't you?" Your question came out in breathy sighs as his fingers curled up and began to stroke against that soft spot inside you that had only been found prior by your own hand. With the aid of toys that had been locked away and unused for months since the night he came into your life. "I wouldn't have said no."

"Fear, my love." He let out a groan as your hips arched against his touch, driving his fingers deeper into you. "I've driven others I did not even care for to utter madness. I dared not think what I would do to the woman I love."

The mixture of his candid words and the way his fingers never faltered in their movements inside of you made a thrill run down your spine, making your body shake and push you closer to the peak of your climax. Words had all but completely failed you, the only utterance that even held a modicum of coherence being a whimpered 'I love you' as a heat consumed you, his pace becoming unrelenting as he chased toward the peak of your pleasure and shuddered whispers of your name and his mirrored sentiments were murmured into your skin.

"Let go, my darling," he groaned against your neck, proceeding to suck a bruise onto your collarbone and making your hips shoot off the bed as he placed this thumb against your clit and rubbed in slow, tight circles. "Let me feel you come undone."

It was like you felt flames licking along your body as you came with a trebling scream of his name, feeling your walls clenching and fluttering around his digits as he eased you off of your high with unhurried strokes against that same soft spot. You didn't bother holding back the whimper that escaped you when he withdrew his fingers from inside you, the sound of his zipper being undone sending another thrill up your spine in anticipation for what you knew would come next.

Once you felt the head of his length at your entrance, the only sound that came out of you was a whiny moan of his name, repeatedly pleading for more. "If anything feels amiss tell me right away and we'll stop," he warned, letting out a sinful groan as he inched deeper inside of you. "Promise me, Y/N."

You could only manage to nod your head as you made a weak attempt to wrap your legs around him and pull him closer to you, your hands clawing to his back and your lips kissing any spot within your reach. "I promise." The sounds of your moans filled the room as he finally brought his hips flush against yours, completely sheathing himself inside you. "You won't break me," you tried to reassure him in panted breaths. "I trust you."

You hadn't lost your sanity that night like he'd feared. No matter how many times he made love to you as the hours passed. The only thing that had been "lost" had already been his for a good long while.

Your heart.

Six months later

"Hey Y/N. You could take off early today if you feel like it. I personally wouldn't want to spend my birthday at work if I can help it."

You looked up from your desk in your office to see your new boss, Susan, poking her head in through the open doorway. Somehow no matter the mood that the day had taken on, she always found a way to lighten it even by a touch. And in truth, you owed the woman a great deal; she'd been the one to notice that you'd been working yourself nearly bone dry at your previous station and being horribly under compensated for your efforts because your former supervisor had been conveniently 'forgetting' to include your name when sharing the rewards that your team was reaping from your outputs.

So she took matters into her own hands and gave you his job. And his office. And even a little bit more than his salary.

"Thanks, Susan. I'm just gonna send over these reports to you for the month and then I'll head out." A couple of keystrokes later and the reports in question were now in her inbox. "Aaaaand sent." The sound of your office phone ringing made you start in your chair, the caller ID reading 'Reception' and making you give your superior a gesture as if to say 'excuse me' before picking up the receiver. "Hey Janice. What's up?"

"Miss Y/L/N, you have a visitor here," she stammered, her breathy tone evident even through the phone line.

"Tell him I'm on my way out, Janice. Thanks." You chuckled at the schoolgirl giggle that escaped the young woman before you could hang up the receiver, facing your boss with a beaming grin as you turned off your computer for the weekend. "Looks like that's my cue."

She snuck a quick peek at the man waiting for you by the door. "Alright Y/L/N, you gotta throw me a bone here. Where did you find him and does he have a brother? Or a best friend? Or a single dad?"

Without fail, her sentiment had you letting out a hearty laugh, knowing full well that every time she asked these questions, you'd always only answered her with the truth. "I told you, Susan. I made a wish and he just poofed into my life. Like magic."

"Okay but where did you make the wish? Maybe I'll luck out and bump into my own dream boat, I just have to walk around the same part of town."

As you walked out of your office, you placed a hand on her shoulder. "Would you believe me if I told you my bedroom?" you answered with a saucy wink.

Her jaw dropped at the answer she most likely interpreted as anything other than what really happened. "Ohh fuck me running, he's your neighbor? You really won the lottery didn't you?" That had you laughing a touch louder than usual, coming to accept that no matter how truthful your words would be, she would likely never see it as anything other than comical euphemisms and a form of evasion.

When you were close enough to get a good look at the former demon that was waiting for you at the end of the hall, you could feel your heart sputtering in your chest. No wonder Janice was a flustered wreck, you thought to yourself, eyeing Loki's towering frame clad in a phthalo green dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up, tucked into onyx slacks, his raven hair pulled back in a half bun with a few tendrils loose and seamlessly framing his devastatingly handsome face.

"There you are, darling," he spoke with an unmistakable adoration in his tone, his arm already outstretched towards you as you began to approach him faster so you could step into his embrace.

"Guess I'll see you on Monday," Susan spoke from beside you, slowing her pace and waving as she watched you walk off to your boyfriend. You could only manage to throw her a half-hearted glance and a wave back before you were pulled into a warm embrace.

"Here I am," you answered his words playfully as you looked up at him, your chin snugly resting against his chest. "Hi."

Glaringly envious eyes seemed to follow you as you walked home with him hand in hand, never once breaking stride as he asked you questions about your day, a smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth when you stated that this birthday was leagues better than your last.

"Would that be because your mother finally remembered on the right day?" he prodded with an audibly amused lilt in his voice, quickly switching sides with you before crossing the street so he would be on the side of oncoming traffic.

"Please, she probably started actively forgetting after the way I chewed her out last time we spoke," you snorted, beginning to slow your stride as you reached the final stretch toward your apartment building. "My sister called, though. Still doesn't believe you're real. Then again…probably my fault because I keep telling her the truth of how we met and let's be honest, if anyone told me that same story I'd ask them what they were on and if they could give me some."

As you walked down the hallway leading to your apartment, he slowed his steps to a halt and took you by the waist, maneuvering you until your back was flush against the wall and he was staring down at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Then what was it exactly that made this day leagues better than last year, my love?"

"You really wanna hear me say it, huh?" Your smile threatened to split your face in two as he leaned in closer to you, your lips mere inches apart.

"I do."

"I have you," you breathed out, your whimper muffled as he captured your lips in a tender kiss that threatened to steal your breath away. You let out a squeal and giggled against his lips when he wrapped his arm around you and lifted you off the ground, walking you the remaining distance to your apartment and opening the door with his free hand.

"Keep your eyes closed for me, darling," he whispered, pressing one final tender kiss to your lips before setting you back down on your feet and taking your hands in his. "Do you trust me?"

"With my life."

His hands squeezed yours lightly, thumbs stroking the backs of your hands as he guided you through your home with careful steps. A smile once again stretched across your face when he placed one of your hands flat on the cold granite countertop of your kitchen. "One year ago you made a wish at this very spot that changed the course of our lives. The wish that brought me to you and made me realize that centuries of merely existing in this plane in small doses was not tantamount to a life lived.

"Y/N coming into your life started my own. The time I have spent with you had me living through the uniquely wondrous experience of yearning for someone even if you were mere feet away. Of waiting for the moment you walked through the door so I could hold you again. Of falling in love and getting to know the extraordinary feeling of being loved in return." You let out a contented sigh as he pressed a tender kiss to your lips once again, freeing his hold on you to place his hands at your side and turn you to face the counter when he pulled away.

You heard the sound of the lighter click and the warmth of its fire, the light crackling of a candle wick faintly registering in your ears. His hand took yours once more and placed a small piece of paper inside, your breath hitching in anxious curiosity on what exactly it was he was doing.

"This is my wish. My plea," he said softly, sighing against your skin as he pressed his lips to your temple. "When I tell you to, I want you to open your eyes, blow out your candle, and then read the paper. This is all I want." Your heart was pounding in your chest as he echoed your words from last year, the urge to open your eyes becoming stronger by the seconds that ticked by agonizingly slow. "Open them," he finally said, the hesitance in his tone louder than the words themselves.

When you opened your eyes, you were met with a cupcake not unlike the one you bought for yourself that fateful day, a striped green candle burning at the center. You took a breath and blew out the flame, unfolding the scrap of paper in your hand, your pulse thundering in your ears as you read the words he'd written out: Please say yes.

The sight that greeted you when you turned to face him stole the air from your lungs: Loki down on one knee, holding up a ring box that housed a gold ring with two emeralds and a diamond in between. "Becoming bound to you the first time was the single best thing to happen in my years of existence," he began, his tone unwavering even as tears shone in his eyes. "It would be my honor and privilege to be bound to you again for the rest of our lives. As your husband. Your partner. Y/N…" His voice broke as he spoke your name. "Will you marry me?"

Tears began to roll down your cheeks as you tried to blink them away frantically, trying to clear your vision as you nodded your answer, finding yourself unable to speak without breaking into sobs as you repeatedly whispered, "Yes."

The world around you faded into nothing but noise in the background as he placed the ring on your finger before lifting you into his arms and pulling you in for a kiss that had your heart swelling, a warmth and a calm washing over you as you felt that you could finally put into words what you felt when you were with him. Home.

Best. Birthday. Ever.

A/N: Aaaaaaaand that's another request off the list 😮‍💨🫡 I hope y'all liked my take on Incubus!Loki and the light sprinkling of smut I put in there (because of course I would he was a sex demon after all), and where I took their story in the end 🥹 Honestly I was planning on ending it with the smut and then I got the idea of what they would do for her next birthday and the proposal just followed 😅

'everything' taglist: @sailorholly @loopsisloops @unlucky-number-13 @imalovernotahater @coldnique @loz-3 @huntress-artemiss @salempoe @vickie5446 @athalialaufeyson @lokiprompts @sarahscribbles @kats72 @kikster606 @evelyn-kingsley @lokixryss @thomase1 @mischief2sarawr @peaches1958 @lovingchoices14 @goblingirlsarah @iamlokisgloriouspurpose @creationsbyme @maple-seed @mjsthrillernp @ladyofthestayingpower @mygfloki @sititran @glitterylokislut @ozymdias @fictive-sl0th @lovelysizzlingbluebird @lokidbadguy @mochie85 @silverfire475 @joyful-enchantress @dangertoozmanykids101 @elizabethmidnight2017

Loki taglist: @calumance @severuslovebot @moonlightreader649 @i-stand-with-loki @nixymarvelkins @cheekyscamp @lokisgoodgirl @purplegrrl27 @thedistractedagglomeration

'summoned pt2' taglist: @undertalegirl14 @yukio369 @vanana03 @lokisgoodboy

#loki smut #loki x reader #loki x reader smut #loki x female reader #loki fanfiction #loki imagine #loki fanfic #muddyorbs writes #fic requests

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cathedralofaudra · 2 months ago

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A Gift to my lovely Raishura shippers

Dancing With A Wolf (Or A Fox)

1/3 of Tragedy Comes In Threes

Warnings: Graphic Violence

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Raidou wakes with a start, jostling Gouto off his shoulder.

"Hey! Woah!"

Gouto's cries fall upon deaf ears. With his usual stony demeanor, Raidou assesses his surroundings. Vast sandy dunes and buildings in ruin grace his vision. He sighs heavily, closing his eyes for a moment.

Placing a paw on his leg, Gouto stares up at him worriedly, "Hey... You alright?'

He receives a nod in response, but it doesn't quell his worries. His student is non-expressive, but having accompanied him for so long, he can decrypt the little changes that give him away.

The desert wind snaps Raidou out of his thoughts and onto his feet. Gouto climbs onto his shoulder, tapping his cheek with his paw. Raidou nods, placing his hand on the hilt of his katana. The two head out to find their target.

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Kilometers across the desert, a fiend opens his eyes. He feels a small weight on his chest. Looking down, Naoki finds Pixie curled into herself between his ribs. He smiles, placing his hand under her to catch her as he sits up. Pixie had been the first to accept Naoki and help him when he woke up in the hospital.

He remembers that instance vividly. He had woken in a daze, feeling everything through a thick fog. Seeing Hijiri hadn't helped, leaving him to continue stumbling through the halls until he made his way towards the annex. The demons and spirits he'd encountered were rude and confusing, somehow expecting him to be more knowledgeable then themselves.

By the time Naoki had found the annex, he was on the verge of a panic attack. Seeing what had happened outside the hospital set him off. He'd crouched into himself, sobbing violently as he mourned his world. Pixie had approached him and consoled him as he wept. She curled up in the curve of his neck and offered comforting words. By the time he had calmed, she had already decided to take it upon herself to stick by his side.

Pixie had picked him as her companion and he had no choice in the matter. She stayed no matter what he said or did. She saw how fragile his mental state had been and her 'motherly instinct' made it her life's purpose to help him in any way possible. Although Naoki wouldn't admit it aloud, he was eternally grateful for her. He would have died alone in the Vortex World, without knowing what happened to his friends.

Watching her sleeping form in his hand, feeling her tiny breaths against his chest, it made him feel safe. Naoki was ready to do anything to protect her, Pixie saved his life and he was indebted to her for it.

He slowly stands, extra careful not to jostle the precious being in his hand. Naoki maneuvers carefully, making his way out of the destroyed shop they'd deemed safe enough to rest in. Once Kagutsuchi veiled him in it's light, Pixie stirs. She stretches, yawning. She slowly lowers her arms, opening her eyes to look at him.

"Morning, Pixie," Naoki remarks softly.

"Morning!" She calls, her voice light like a bell's chime. She flutters her wings, warming them up. She does a little dance to wake her body up, wings increasing in speed the more feeling she awakens in her limbs. Pixie makes a little noise as she jumps, wings back to functioning. She flitters over to her place on Naoki's shoulder. She pokes his cheek in greeting and sits on the thick black line of his Magatama markings. "What's on the agenda today?"

"Today, we're headed back to Ikebukuro." Naoki states, heading off towards the aforementioned city.

Pixie claps, rising to grip onto his hair, "Yay! Ikebukuro! I've been needing to go shopping."

Naoki shakes his head with a chuckle, "Hold on tight!" He calls, starting off in jog, gaining speed.

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Trekking across the desert on land that is always curved upward no matter which way you walk, while wearing all black with a leather harness and hip holster is no easy task. Even the great Devil Summoner Raidou Kuzunoha XIV struggles to keep his vision from swimming. The cat on his shoulder doesn't help.

When prompted, Gouto argued, "My paws aren't made for the desert, it'll burn my claws off!"

Raidou had just sighed and continued walking. Thankfully, they reached Ikebukuro without incident. They made sure to visit the Lady of the Fountain briefly before making their way to the Mantra Headquarters.

Right outside the entrance, Raidou sends Mokoi as a distraction while he and Gouto step up behind their target- the Demi-Fiend.

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Naoki sighs, trudging up the staircase to the Mantra Headquarters, he'd been sent on a wild string of fights until Pixie had to drag him out by his hair before he got himself killed. Now, she rests on his shoulder, pouting.

"Seriously, Naoki! You can't keep running into everything that looks at you funny!" She reprimands, hitting her fists against his collarbone.

He huffs, shaking his head, "I'm sorry. I'm trying, it's just so difficult."

Pixie's face softens, she presses her cheek into his, "I know, but I can't help worrying," she sighs, "I don't want you to pick a fight you can't win."

"I'm sorry, I don't know how else to survive anymore," he slumps, downtrodden.

Turning her head, she peppers motherly kisses to his cheek, "You'll find out soon, I know it. You've grown so much since we met."

Naoki nods, reaching the top of the staircase, "Thanks, Pixie. I'd probably be dead if you hadn't decided to help me."

She smiles, wings buzzing to lift her over to look him in the eyes. She grabs his cheeks, pressing her nose to his. "I know," she teases, "I'm glad."

He smiles at her, bringing his hand up for her to sit on. Naoki's smile drops suddenly, his ears catching the sound of footsteps. He brings Pixie closer to his chest, eyes darting to his right. His eyes narrow at the sight of a green tree-like head poking around the corner.

The head disappears for a moment, before revealing itself to be a Mokoi. It does a somersault, wielding it's boomerang and striking a pose once it's back on it's feet.

The Mokoi does a little shimmy before balancing on one leg, "Ta-daaaah! It's my Vortex World debut! ...Is it dark out or is it just me?"

Naoki holds Pixie closer to his chest, who pokes her head out from his fingers to stare in confusion.

The Mokoi continues, doing yet another little shimmy, "Heehee. Anyway, it's time for Devil Summoner: Raidou Kuzunoha versus the Demi-fiend!" It sways on it's feet before continuing, "Does that sound cool or what!?"

Following the Mokoi's gaze, Naoki glares down the stairs he had just ascended. There stand two beings, a human, presumably this 'Raidou Kuzunoha' the Mokoi mentioned, and a cat. What shouldn't, but still surprises Naoki, is the cat talking in place of the human.

"...And there we have our Demi-fiend." The cat starts, voice oddly echoey, "First order of business: let's see what he's really made of!"

Naoki changes his stance, knuckles white where they press against his chest to keep Pixie protected. 'Raidou' darts forward, racing up the stairs at a speed that makes him envious of his legs. Naoki bares his teeth as his opponent draws his sword and slashes at him.

He jumps back, releasing Pixie from his grasp and shouting, "Pixie, stay back!"

Pixie halts, eyes flickering from Naoki to 'Raidou' and back. She nods, flying back towards the doors to the Mantra HQ and hiding high up on a pillar.

Keeping his eyes trained on this 'Raidou' guy, Naoki charges. He crouches low, thrusting his arms forward in attempt to strike the Summoner's hip. 'Raidou' dodges, slashing vertically towards him, clipping his side. His Magatama markings flash orange, before returning to blue. Naoki swipes his clawed hands to his legs, managing to catch his ankle as he rolls away.

Having gained a bit of distance, he circles his opponent.

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Raidou is pleasantly matched in combat. His footwork is nearly matched by the fiend's nearly animalistic fighting style. However, the Demi-fiend's instinctual attack patterns are no match for his training as a Summoner of the Kuzunoha clan.

"Go easy on the opening salvo, Raidou." Gouto chides, "Wouldn't want to bump him off on accident."

They circle, and Raidou draws his revolver. He shoots three quick-shots to the fiend's legs, one catching his thigh and the others skinning his shins. Holstering his gun and drawing his sword with practiced efficiency, the Summoner lunges forward, closing in on him with his blade thrusted out.

To his chagrin, the fiend dodges, swiping at his face. Raidou surges backward, landing in a low offensive position.

"Hey, Raidou. Maybe it's time you started using the sharp end of your sword," Gouto remarks, receiving a side glare from his student. "Seems like our Demi-fiend's no pushover."

Gritting his teeth, Raidou spins his blade from his right hand to his left, launching a combo of slashes on his opponent's torso. As the last hit makes contact, Raidou launches a tube at the ground beneath the fiend, summoning Yoshitsune to attack as well.

In return, the Demi-fiend lands a deep slash across his chest, sending him recoiling a couple steps. Raidou pulls his revolver. He aims at the fiend, then sweeps his arm up, shooting at the top of the pillar where he saw the Demi-fiend's Pixie hide. This action sends the fiend into a rage, lunging at Raidou and tackling him. The force behind his attack sends them tumbling down the steps, past Gouto.

Crashing to the ground, Raidou finds himself pinned under the fiend, his weapons clattered out of his reach. Raidou's lip curls in distaste, sending fists flying to hit him. The fiend catches his arms, pinning them beside his head.

His voice is low, dangerous, as he growls at the summoner pinned beneath him, "Don't you ever fucking touch her."

Raidou's eyes widen, the only sign of acknowledgement. Naoki tightens his grip on his arms, making him wince.

"Understand?" He enforces, leaning closer to his face.

Raidou turns his head to the side, rotating and bucking his hips and lifting his leg over the fiend's, flipping their positions. Raidou punches Naoki hard, right in the jaw, before twisting off of him and gathering his weapons. He keeps his blade pointed at him as he rises, gaze sharper than his blade. His brow is drawn tense, his stance rigid.

Naoki bares his fangs as he rises, keeping his stance low and animalistic. He dashes toward Raidou, swiping low and fast. The summoner dodges, dancing out of range before delivering a swift kick to the side of the Demi-fiend's head. The hit barely stalls him, Naoki being far too enraged to register pain. He dives at Raidou, clawed fingers aimed for the throat.

His attack is halted by Raidou's blade through his shoulder. From her perch, Pixie gasps. Disregarding her safety, she zooms across the hall, crashing into Raidou's hand with a high screech. Her velocity pushes his hand from the hilt of his katana, giving Naoki time to stagger backwards.

He falls to his knees, hands wrapped around the blade. With a pained roar, he drags the sword up out of his shoulder. The muscle and flesh tear horrifically, spraying blood. Dark red floods his shoulder, gushing down his side and staining his shorts. Splintered bone stands out among the burgundy gore of meat. His shoulder hangs, the blade having split far enough to sever the tendons holding it in place.

Pixie rushes towards him, her strongest healing spell tearing from her chest. She holds his face, keeping his attention on her.

"Naoki, come on. You're okay. I'm here. You're alright." She repeats, speaking it into truth. She looks over to his wound, gritting her teeth at the sight of it. "I need to push it back together so I can heal it, okay? Focus on my voice. You're not passing out on me."

Raidou stands, shocked at the Pixie's immediate reaction. His eyes flicker to Gouto, who looks just as shocked as he is. His mentor approaches, eyes glued to the sight before them.

Pixie keeps talking as she slowly pushes his shoulder back into his body. "C'mon Naoki, I've got you. It's almost there, I know it hurts but you'll be back in one piece in no time, I swear." She grunts as she finally presses his detached shoulder back to his chest. She repeatedly murmurs healing spells, until she hears his breathing calm and his muscles relax. Once the muscles reattach, she floats up to his face, rubbing the crease from his brow. "There we go, you're back in one piece," She leans to glance at his shoulder, grimacing at the gnarly scar. His Magatama markings had already adapted to the scar tissue, filling the dip with black, outlining it with blue.

Off to the side, Gouto glances up at his student, noting the intrigue in his eyes as he gathers his fallen katana. He turns to the pair, "Not bad, kid. You've gotta be one tough customer to get his seal of approval," he sweeps his gaze over the fiend and his Pixie, "A guy who's not human, yet not quite demon... Yeah, I'd say the Demi-fiend moniker fits. Anyway, the one you just sparred with is Raidou. And I'm Gouto. We're simply a pair of detectives."

Raidou looks up, meeting Naoki's gaze. Gouto continues, "Now, an elderly gentleman had asked us to keep an eye on you..." He looks over to his companion, "And Raidou, you were right on the money. I think it's high time we dug a little deeper... Find out what the old man's playing at." Gouto returns his gaze to the fiend, "Depending on how that goes, you two might get a rematch. Now wouldn't that be amusing? Until that happens, if it happens... Don't bite the big one."

With that, they turn and head off. Gouto addresses his pupil, "Okay, Raidou. It seems that the plot has thickened. Ready to crank this investigation up a few notches?" Raidou nods.

"Excuse me!?" Pixie screeches, "No apology!?"

She prepares to chase after them, but is stopped by Naoki's voice. "I won't lose next time!" He calls, rising to his feet. Turning, Pixie finds determination in her fiend's eyes.

"We'll see about that." Gouto returns from Raidou's shoulder.

Pixie sighs, dropping her face into her hands. She floats toward Naoki, pinching his nose. "Next time!? You almost lost your arm! If there ever is a next time, you'd better let me get some hits in, too! Nobody hurts my Demi-fiend and gets away alive!"

Her Demi-fiend chuckles, gently pulling her away from his now-red nose. "Yeah, yeah."

"I'm serious!"

"I know you are! That just means that you have to get stronger, too."

In the midst of their arguing, they miss the glance Raidou sends them from over his shoulder. Gouto taps his cheek with his paw, silently reprimanding him as they turn out of sight.

#raishura #demifiend #raidou #raidou kuzunoha #raidou kuzunoha xiv #shin megami tensei #smt #smt nocturne #raidou x demifiend #devil summoner #megaten #atlus #fanfic #cross posted on ao3

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littledollll · 2 years ago

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hiii! i love your writing so much!! can i request a luci x human!reader where luci is on earth and they run into r who is a golden retriever in human form. they introduce themselves like in a dramatic way to scare r away (just cos luci can be a drama queen) r is just like “oh cool a cosplayer. though youre too cute to be a believable lucifer.” and luci is taken aback but intrigued so they come to earth a few more times after that encounter because they have business there (they say to themself) and they keep “running into” r. (what a coincidence that they go to the same coffee shop and the same park!). they get really close but one day something happens and r finds out that lucifer wasn’t lying when they told r who they were but they still accept them and tells luci they love them no matter what.

(i didnt really think this idea through but i just wanted a fluffy fic with a loving reader giving gwendoline’s luci all the love they deserve. and gwen really is so freaking cute even when she’s being tall scary devil 🥺 you don’t have to write it if you dont want to! but thanks!!)

Think you could scare me away?

Lucifer Morningstar x human!reader

A/n: this is lowkey so cute, took me a lil to figure out how I was gonna reveal it but I like it, I hope you do too!

Warnings: none

It wasn’t unusual for Lucifer to visit the waking world, there was many business to take care of there. Sometimes just a change of scenery was needed. Others it was rouge demons, summonings, a meeting ground between realms, all things considered normal for the ruler of hell. This was one of those cases. Here they met you, after a meeting they decided to stay around a little longer, just to see what the humans were up to.

That’s when they met you, walking out of a coffee shop, you bumped into them, not really looking to the people infront of you as a cute dog walked past. “Jesus- I’m sorry I wasn’t paying attention!” You looked up to see this stunning person looking down at you with an expression you couldn’t read.

They looked towards the direction the dog went in and nodded at you. “It’s quite alright, who wouldn’t get distracted with that passing by?” Giggling you nodded. “Right! So cute!! Are you alright though? I didn’t spill anything did I?” They tilted their head. “You ask like I don’t tower over you, I should be the one asking. But no you did not, I’m unscathed.”

“Hey! no need to point me that out. I’m quite aware how tall you are.” Really, your neck was starting to hurt from looking up at them, but they were simply stunning. “I didn’t catch your name?” “I didn’t give it. Lucifer Morningstar, Ruler of hell and the underworld.”

You chucked and introduced yourself. “Sure I’ll go with that, you really do look like that one painting! A little too cute to be the ruler of hell though.” Lucifer gave you an amused smile. You were unintentionally quite the charming character.

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After that, Lucifer started visiting the waking more often, in hopes to run into you, a little stalker-ish but they learned your routine and would intentionally show up a little early in places at times they know you’d be around, you always had a friendly conversation or spend a few hours together if you had time.

The two of you grew rapidly closer yet you never really asked for their “real name” as much as they wished to tell you, Lucifer was afraid that you’d no longer want to see them, which surprised even them when they noticed that they actually cared what you thought of them.

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“You know, I had never seen you around here before I bumped into you!” “You’ve never been quite good at paying attention, sweet girl.” Turning red in the face you looked to the floor and continued talking. “I don’t think it’s possible to just miss you! you are quite the sight, I must say, Lucifer.”

The way you said their name simply didn’t sit right with Lucifer, there was nothing wrong, it just sounded like you didn’t believe them, if they were going to continue coming to see you they had to be true about who they were.

“I believe we should talk.” You looked at them confused. “Sure? about what?” In an instant you were back in your apartment. “How the hell-“ you looked around the room convinced you were some how imagining this. “Yes exactly, I wasn’t joking when I introduced myself, darling.” Your eyes snapped back to them and you nodded slowly, so they continued. “I’m not playing dress up, or cosplaying like you said.”

“You know, actually that would’ve been quite concerning- also how’d you do that! Do you have any idea how many times I’ve forgotten something here and had to walk back? Can you go anywhere-“ you started rambling, so much new information you wanted answers for every question. “Stay with me, sunshine, I’ll answer everything soon enough.” you blushed and nodded.

“You do have it clear that I am The devil. The actual fallen angel, Lucifer ruler of hell itself.” You nodded again. “And you don’t seem to care.” You tilted your head at them. “Why would I care? I’ve known you for weeks as this really nice person who I like- like a lot, you keep me company and listen to me ramble- why would I care about anything other than that, did you think you could scare me away?”

“I feel as if you’re the only being who would ever say that.” They stated plainly, a smile growing on their face as they realized you really didn’t mind, you simply saw their person, how they behaved and treated you and that was all that mattered.

“hm, tell me Lucifer Morningstar, what made you come clean?” That was a lot better. The way their name rolled off your tongue, no longer with a teasing tone or imaginary air quotes, but with playfulness and pride, like it was an honor to know their true self. “I suppose I owed it to you if I was hoping to continue meeting you, no?”

#the sandman #sandman lucifer #gwendoline christie #lucifer sandman #sandman lucifer x reader #lucifer morningstar the sandman #the sandman lucifer morningstar x reader #the sandman lucifer morningstar

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cassioppenny · 1 year ago

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DAWN KURUSU‼️‼️‼️‼️

infodumping below >:3c

dawn is twinleaf's local spooky things expert. she has a special interest in ghosts, creepypastas, and everything horror related. she gets her scary stories from anywhere she can including a girl from kanto she met online that also likes horror stuff.

dawn was thought of as a "weird kid" when she was little and didn't have many friends. she was quiet and reserved and didn't like talking to anyone other than her mom.

this changed when she met fellow "weird kid" barry and they became friends. his silliness rubbed off on her and dawn became more outgoing and cheerful as a result.

during dppt she is 12 and the story opens with dawn recording herself doing a "summoning ritual" she learned about online. apparently it was supposed to summon a "demon from the mirror world". to do the ritual she had to go into a bathroom at 3am with the lights off and chant "volo ergo sum" six times while facing the mirror.

she was interrupted by her mom opening the bathroom door and turning on the lights in the middle of her sixth chant. her mom tells her not to stay up too late and tells her to go to sleep immediately. dawn was disappointed that she wasn't able to befriend the mirror demon, but unknown to her she actually got the attention of none other than giratina.

the next morning dawn wakes up to watch cartoons. however when she turns on the tv the red gyarados news story was on. she watches the report and then she gets called downstairs because her friend barry was at the house.

he saw the news report and dashed over to dawn's house to get her to check for any red gyaradoses at lake acuity with him. she gladly accepts and they run off to the lake to look for one. blah blah rowan and lucas leave the pokeballs at the lake, they get attacked by starly, dawn grabs piplup, barry grabs turtwig, they fight the birds.

however during the fight a starly knocks dawn into the lake causing her to sink underneath. as she drowns she hears a voice that promises to save her if she helps them "stop the man who wants to end the world". dawn accepts and boom she's possessed by giratina now. giratina swims her up to shore and gives dawn (now soaking wet) control.

giratina basically is like a voice in her head from now on that sometimes influences what she does but is mostly hands off. sometimes they show up as like an illusion only dawn can see in mirrors and reflective surfaces where they look like dawn but with red eyes and a black rose pin.

dawn doesn't realized that this voice she's hearing isn't actually just her inner voice or whatever until giratina takes over to banish cyrus to the shadow realm and the distortion world stuff happens lmao.

anyway that's the dawn lore for now i could talk about her role in pla but this is getting long lol scarfshipping sweep or whatever

#milesverse #also the man who wants to end the world giratina wants her to stop is volo not cyrus #cyrus was just kind of a coincidence #though giratina was gladly willing to beat his ass #anyway dawn and her bestie satan go on silly adventures <3 #she is my meow meow #also also green is dawn's online friend #my art

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kat-is-laem-oa · 3 months ago

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Chapter 4: Velvet Couches and Demon Summoning

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From afar, an assailant slashed a man down the back, resulting in his tumble to the warehouse floor. Valentine had found the lair.

“Oh, God! Valentine found Magnus!” Clary yelled. She ran forward behind the group and Eljah stayed behind her. He was sure now that she was new to the shadow world. It was uncommon to learn about your angelic lineage this late in life, but if Eljah could exist, then Clary could be a late bloomer.

Clary and Eljah fell back from the group naturally, hiding behind metal horizontal poles at the sound of a child in distress. She was shaking her deceased warlock father, telling him to wake up.

Eljah stopped dead in his tracks.

“Papá! Papá!” echoed in his head. “Papá, por favor, despierta. ¡Tengo miedo, se acercan las sombras! Papá, te amo, despierta y mantente fuerte, ¡no puedo hacerlo!” The shadows. The shadows are coming. Wake up and stand strong. I can’t do it.

Clary found her confidence creeping forward, but something else was creeping in the shadows as well. As she yelled, "Watch out!” and marched forward to defend the little girl, Eljah turned to face the growing black void from the corner. His heart thumped hard enough it shook his body, but he still couldn’t move. The girl was safe thanks to Clary pushing away one of Valentine’s men, Eljah useless as a trance state took over. The fight echoed in the background.

“Clary Fairchild. Valentine will be so pleased to meet you.”

“Thank you!”

“Any time.”

“Eljah, what happened?”

“Eljah?”

“Just keep moving,” Eljah harshly responded, stumbling up and away from his spot. He held the metal previously behind him so hard it was indented and, wiping his hands, shook off tiny bits of its coating.

Isabelle wrapped her whip up, sure to investigate later when she had time. “Stick close. It’s safest if we stay together.”

Clary affirmed to the young warlock that she wouldn’t leave her alone. It soured Eljah’s mood more. How he wished he had someone like that growing up. When things got bad, he could only turn to himself… and maybe the street cats and dogs.

The entire group convened in Magnus’ now-destroyed living room. The velvet chairs and dark furniture tipped over or split in half. Said room had filled with splayed warlock bodies, and Jace respectfully closed their eyes one by one. Alec had come across Eljah taking a breather and the two walked in together, the last of everyone living.

Magnus was busy praising Clary for her bravery and heart and Eljah slid himself between some fallen furniture. He flexed his fingers, popping them again as an unconscious comfort technique.

Magnus stepped to the middle of the room, announcing, “Hold tight, everyone. We’re about to move.” He made eye contact with Eljah for the first time since crossing paths again. He looked concerned at the younger man's body language, nodding for permission to move ahead. Eljah took a deep breath and conceded.

This time, Magnus’ magic glowed blue. He moved them in the prettiest way Eljah had seen a warlock move whilst using magic. Eljah was straight to the point, but Magnus had flair just like his closet. The energy pulsated and then passed over every corner of the room, transporting them.

“Ah, much better.” Magnus sounded relieved, but after turning around, his face changed to disgust. “Ugh! It’s inevitable. After each move, I get the itch to redecorate.” He turned to Alec and Eljah, who were next to each other, pointedly telling them, “normally, I love a dirty lair, but this one is just sloppy,” emphasizing with a stomp to the broken table in front of him. Alec’s expression turned confused and slightly worried, while Eljah found amusement in the situation. Alec abandoned station and crossed the room as if he wasn’t attracted to Magnus.

Magnus moved on rather quickly. “I believe in payment for services rendered. Thank you for defending the warlocks.” He sweetly offered the necklace they’d returned earlier, telling Isabelle some of the history of their own family and the jewelry. He joked it would look silly on her brother and Alec physically reacted, telling Eljah these were siblings. Lightwoods, to be exact.

Eljah felt a twinge of jealousy at the obvious flirting, but especially at Magnus asking if Alec was more into flowers or cologne. Eljah’s answer, personally, would have been flowers.

He couldn’t tell who he wanted to be more…

“Okay, so how do we summon the memory demon?” Clary redirected. Eljah brushed off his butt, regretting it when he realized he brushed dirt onto freshly clean flooring, checking to see if Magnus noticed.

“Are you certain?” Magnus confirmed. “Summoning such a powerful demon could be lethal.”

“I’ll do anything to save my mother. Where is the demon?” Clary doubled down.

“Okay. Pretty boys! Get your team ready!” pointing in Jace and Alec’s general direction.

Jace spoke up, “you all know what to do.” But Magnus stopped him in his place.

“Alec, yes… but I’m not talking to you. I’m talking to you,” he pointed to both Eljah and Alec. Alec got real cheesy at that revelation and Eljah got shy. If the others could see his aura, it was consumed by a teal color that screamed “shy.”

Magnus beckoned Clary forward, saying, “come with me.”

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Magnus led Clary off into a side room, and the others stayed outside. Eljah continued popping various parts of his body, stretching like a cat.

“Where are you from?” The voice of Alec startled Eljah, which made the taller man put his hands up in surrender, mumbling sorry.

“I’m from San Juan.”

“San Juan? Puerto Rico, wow,” awkward silence made an appearance, “uh, what institute did you train at?”

“Mexico City. It was the closest.”

“Was it… pretty?” Alec, for such a big and tough-looking guy, was incredibly awkward and shy. He cutely smiled, his energy gray with muddy, dark purple. Further proof of his anxiety.

“It was one of the prettiest places I’ve ever been. Overlooked the city and you could see everything. Tomas, the… previous head of the Institute,” he paused as he remembered his late father-figure, “used to take me to visit the city markets. I miss it a lot,” Eljah admitted.

“Why’d you leave?” Eljah felt like a Seelie out of water, tempted to shrug his shoulders despite knowing Alec is smarter than that.

“Shadowhunters, gather!” Magnus summoned. Relief flowed through Eljah, secured from extra questioning.

Magnus, in more comfortable albeit still flamboyant clothing, headed the group upon entry, but remained to acknowledge Eljah with an arm around his shoulders. The height difference made Eljah shrink, but he couldn’t deny physical touch and affection was rare for him. Especially from such an attractive group of people.

“Jocelyn was right, your artistry is beyond compare,” walking himself and Eljah next to Clary. She chuckled but denied the claims. Eljah, despite knowing summoning circles, always enjoyed the deep-rooted artistic nature of them, which the redhead tuned into with a rune activation. Although he was sure she was a natural either way.

“Oh, the only other person I’ve known who could draw as well was Michelangelo… who was excellent in bed, might I add?” Looking straight at Alec. Eljah could’ve howled at the shared reactions, familiar with some historical figures himself and their… deeds.

Upon viewing this specific circle, he realized everyone had a spot except for him. Magnus caught on quickly. “Don’t worry, little dove. You are my extra protection—you can stand by me, okay?” Everyone shuffled to their places, Eljah awkward behind Magnus.

“Okay, we’re ready.” Rolling up his sleeves, he told everyone to, “take your rightful place on the pentagram.” Eljah choked back a giggle at Clary’s confusion on where to step, considering it was a foot in front of her.

“We must initiate a bond. Once this bond is sealed, it cannot be broken until the demon retreats.” Magnus became more serious. “No matter what happens, we must not let go of each other’s hands.” He outreached his jewelry-clad hand to Alec. The two jolted as a low, booming sound built the connection.

One by one, the group magnetized together with wistful looks and gasps. Eljah could feel the shadows reach its oily hand up from deep within the Earth, the energy building and suffocating the air. He constantly wanted to turn around, senses on high alert for the incoming danger.

“I will lead the ceremony, and you all must do exactly as I say. The demon’s name is Valak. And at some point, he will ask for payment in exchange for Clary’s memories.”

This worried Jace, who asked, “what do you mean? What kind of payment?”

“Unfortunately, you won’t know until he is summoned,” Eljah responded. “Just keep your hands together and take a deep breath.” After a beat of confirmation between everyone, Magnus announced they’d begin.

He strongly chanted in Chthonian, summoning Valak. Everyone looked panicked, Eljah included.

“The necklace!” Izzy called out, “it’s pulsing.” A rush of wind came through soon after, everyone looking up as thick black shadows came down upon the room. Valak growled and Eljah watched the group struggle to hold on.

“Valak is among us! Do not break the bond!” Magnus reminded. Jace called out to Clary to hold on, who affirmed she was trying. While Magnus focused ahead of him, Eljah activated the luck rune on his chest. He circled the group, making sure the lines were strong and nothing had been ruined.

“We must each relinquish a beloved memory of the one we love the most,” Magnus rushed through the hectic noise. Isabelle naturally went first. An image of her brother appeared within the smoke before harshly dispersing. Clary and Alec followed, but when Alec’s memory surfaced, his emotions shifted.

Panic. Eljah saw straight panic. He couldn’t understand why the Parabatais were confused. Parabatais often, if not always, love each other, but Alec was shouting betrayal and deception into the wind.

“It’s not true! The demon deceived me!”

“Do not break the bond!” Magnus warned.

“Alec, It’s okay!” Isabelle insisted. But the damage was done, and Alec ripped his hands away, throwing himself back. Chaos erupted as the others shouted. The black smoke dispersed and everything in the room was thrown back. Eljah, instead of rocketing into the wall, smoothly slid across the floor.

Valak’s wrath was unmatched by their fear as they saw him in full. The wind became more like a tornado and the air was scarcely fresh.

“I cannot contain the demon much longer!” Eljah felt the same level of panic as the others, uncertain whether he should assist Magnus and risk exposing himself or try to kill the greater demon.

Alec dumbly stood and made his way in front of the demon. Jace sought to push him out of the way, but in doing so, offered himself up to the demon’s grip. Clary screamed in shock and Alec huddled in the corner.

It felt like too long had passed before someone grabbed onto Jace.

“Grab him!”

“The demon is growing stronger!”

“He’s slipping!”

“Clary, Eljah, help us!” The man ran to Magnus’ side, concealed by the veil of smoke from the others, and snapped his fingers like a match. It lit up the fiery red and purple radiance of Eljah’s magic and he took a deep breath, expelling air as he pushed with all his energy to contain Valak. Keeping up his opposing facades wasn’t worth the release of a greater demon in New York.

“Clary! If you kill the demon, your memories will be lost forever!” With the last call for help by Isabelle, Clary bravely stomped her way up to Valak with her seraph blade in hand, impaling the demon still grasping Jace.

Eljah fell next to Magnus, and the others rushed to check on their blonde shadowhunter. Magnus gently raised Eljah from the ground. “It’s alright,” he whispered, “Shadowhunter business usually ends like this.” Eljah was too tired to laugh.

“Is he gonna be alright!?” Clary cried out.

“I don’t know. Does he normally just lay like that without moving?”

No one else was laughing.

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#shadowhunters #alec lightwood #magnus bane #alec lightwood x reader #magnus bane x reader #malec x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #arkosios #kat is laem oa #male reader

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sea-side-scribbles · 9 months ago

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Solas wakes up in the strange new world of his own making and it terrifies him. Frail and confused, he has to learn everything from scratch again. The more he learns, the more the world looks like a nightmare.

When he joins the Inquisition, he figures he's still not strong enough to withstand everything this world throws at him.

In the end, he made too many promises and he can't keep them all.

But who said the Din'anshiral would be easy?

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Part 1 | Chapter 1- ? | Right after uthenera, Solas is found by a Dalish clan. This goes well until it doesn't.

(Basically my excuse for world building and hilarious misunderstandings.)

Chapter 13

As the days went by, Solas couldn't help but feel like he reached another dead end. Now after discovering the wonders of “magic”, he only swapped hunting, crafting and cooking for Keeper training. His “magic” stayed stubborn, especially since the tingle grew quieter every day. Every effort to stir the veil only resulted in the Keepers calming it down again. The only achievement so far were the reading hours with Temalas and Leaman. They took turns teaching him what they called “the ancient language” and he took it all in to decipher what he called “tuast'elvhen'av”.

What annoyed him to no end was that the Dalish weren't willing to learn anything from him in return. A long, exhausting discussion with Leaman about spirits ended with her calling him teldirthalelan and telling him if he'd ever summon a demon again, she'd happily let it end him.

Also, he was fed up with them describing the veil as an unpassable barrier. Any suggestions to think otherwise were rejected more fiercely than his questions about demons.

He felt compelled to remove all their vallaslin as soon as he could without explanation. To just get it over with. They wouldn't see reason anyway. But this moment was still far away.

Keeper Avishalan acted most patiently with him, but supposedly only because she believed he'd see glory in the creators one day, as all the good Dalish did. Her year-long experience told her so and Solas couldn't stand that either. That and the illegible face she gave him. And the fact that Sylaise had told her something about him, so it was just a matter of time until she'd understand the meaning. It was an understatement to say that he was nervous around her.

One thought became stronger over time. A chance to quicken his recovery. However, it was a great risk and perhaps not worth taking. But he knew he shouldn't underestimate this clan's work. Their life seemed primitive with only a minor influence on the world around them, but their connection to the Evanuris remained a fact to consider. As faint as it was, it worked.

The thought took roots in his head until it shaped his dreams, blocking every other realm in the beyond. That was when he decided to act.

He knew the Keepers' routine now, he knew when he had enough time to sneak away while he was supposed to sleep in his aravel. For good measure, he crumpled his blanket to make it look like he was sleeping curled up under it. Then he went out into the cold, silent night. He knew the way. And the accident with Miadahl had taught him to use his eyes and ears properly. They were his only working senses here.

Soon, he vanished behind the trees and followed the narrow path the Dalish had created in their routine. For once, he was thankful for their rituals. Keeping his distance to eventual worshippers, he quietly skittered from tree to tree. Days ago, this path had felt endless, now he was much lighter on his feet. A few minutes and this would be over, he told himself.

Near the end of the path, he knelt behind a tree to examine the place. There was only emptiness and silence. The eerie sensation he had learned to tolerate. Carefully, he approached the statue, as if it knew what he was about to do. Could it know? Would it even allow it? His chances were low, he was certain. But otherwise he'd never find out and his dreams would be haunted forever.

He extended a hand, but then thought twice. Picking up a branch instead, he used it to poke the statue. Nothing happened. Slowly, he walked around it, until he looked into the wolf's gaping maw. It's stone eyes stared at him, indifferently. Poking it again, he noticed a problem. This statue felt sturdy while he was reduced to his bodily strength. He possibly took all that risk for nothing. The realization spread in him, turned into heat that pulsed through his body, making his blood boil. For salvation, he rammed his foot against a tree - and immediately regretted it.

For a moment, nothing happened but Solas gritting his teeth. No sound escaped him. Then he turned to the statue. Lost all caution and threw himself against it, using both hands, pushing it with all his lacking body weight, burying his feet into the dirt. His throbbing toes didn't help. After an eternity of torture, he had the wolf eye the opposite direction as he knelt behind it, panting and sweating, feeling way too filthy for his taste. Otherwise, he felt nothing.

He squinted at the camp, listening closely. Nothing. Wiping sweat off his forehead, he waited for a sign. Still nothing.

So that was it then? All his efforts in vain? He did have to turn the statue back, didn't he? He couldn't leave it like this. The Dalish would find it and lose their minds. He couldn't wait here either. They would notice he was gone and eventually find him. And he needed to go back. He had wasted so much time.

Cursing blasphemously, he fought again, the unholy stone being even heavier than before. It's gaping maw now seemed to laugh at him. When it was just about standing at the right spot, he noticed he had to hide his traces as well. Hide the obvious mess he made. Frantically, he threw the dirt around. Now, it looked as if a boar had wallowed on the ground right behind the Dread Wolf. Solas grimaced at the result. Maybe the rain would wash this out? Running out of time, he fled the scene, or rather hobbled away, glad he had the trees for support.

Back in the camp, he saw the Keepers looking around and whispering to each other. Inwardly cursing himself, he leaned against a tree to consider his next steps, but Temalas caught him there. He approached with furious steps. “Where have you been?” “I just...went for a walk...”, Solas gasped, forcing an innocent smile. “I...couldn't...sleep.” “Why? Demons again?” The First's expression was inches away from sympathy, but Solas wouldn't let him blame it on spirits. “No...Just too many thoughts in my head right now...” Sadly, Temalas' attention then went to the path behind him. “Did you go into the forest?” His voice pitched dangerously. “Er...not far...” “Are you trying to kill yourself?”, he flared up. “You're unguided and without weapons!” “I was careful.”

Leaman who had overheard their conversation came into view, rolling her eyes. “Felasil...”, she sighed once more. “If you must insult me, at least use a word I understand”, Solas snapped at her. He was so done with these ignorant Dalish! And he had to endure them even longer since the statue was a failure. “I'm sure you understood this one.” “Oh, really? Now you think I'm able to learn? Would you make up your mind please?” But Temalas, instead of interrupting their quarrel, went right into the woods. Solas' heart almost stopped. He would see it. He would know.

“Temalas, where are you going?” Now even Leaman went after him. Keeper Avishalan arrived in time to take her place in front of Solas. “Went for an early morning walk, Revanas?” Again that unreadable face. “You sure know how to keep us busy.” Solas said as calm as he could, with a trace of disappointment: “You didn't tell me I'm not allowed to leave. I guess it was something else I had to find out on my own?” “You're allowed to go wherever you like in the camp. It's just that we don't expect people to go for a stroll in the woods without protection. You were lucky to make it back.” “It was a short walk, close to camp.” “One might assume so. I don't take you for the careless type.” “...I suppose that is a compliment.” Her smile was only lopsided. “Although, one might wonder what could make you take the risk.” Solas was sweating, but not because of exhaustion. “A golden halla perhaps?” She huffed. “That would be typically Dalish.” She glanced into the direction of the path. “Huh, whatever my apprentices will find there, we better wait for it back in the tent, shall we?”

They went back and Avishalan made it clear she wanted him to wait in his aravel. There, he sat cross-legged, pretending to read a book and praying to the highest sky for Temalas and Leaman to miss the signs. After a painful eternity, he heard voices emerge from outside. The apprentices spoke to Avishalan, quickly and urgently. Solas was wondering whether or not it would be a good idea to leave when Avishalan grabbed her staff. For a second, he sensed her magic behind his ear. Then he heard wood crack and splinter and fabric tear as roots burst into the aravel, too quickly for him to dodge. They wrapped around his limbs and pinned him against the wall. Then all three Keepers approached the makeshift prison.

Temalas fumed the most. Leaman instead was pale, with her eyes red and looking like she'd end him herself. Avishalan, as always, had no expression. She let Temalas speak. “You brought the gaze of the Dread Wolf upon us! Do you mean to kill us all?” His voice boomed through the aravel. Solas concluded denial would be no use. But in fact, they had nothing against him. “Temalas, think!”, he urged him. “It's just a statue! A symbol! Not the Dread Wolf himself!” “So you admit you moved it!” Temalas triumphed, pointing at him. “Thank you, this makes this easier!”

“Makes what easier? Look around, nothing happened!” “Oh, don't you sound disappointed!” He turned to Avishalan. “Keeper, this is simple. We have to leave this place immediately. He cursed it, perhaps even cursed the whole clan.” “Do you sense any curses?”, Solas interrupted him. “Will you shut up already?”, Leaman flared up. “We gave you everything! And you...” Solas took a deep breath. “I merely moved a stone. I could've moved any other stone in this forest, it wouldn't have made a difference.”

Leaman silenced with her mouth open and Temalas pointed at Solas again, giving Avishalan a look. “I demand to know why”, the Keeper finally spoke. “Why did you turn this stone and not another?” Solas still pondered his answer when Temalas guessed: “Because a demon told you so?” Solas gave him a look, tilting his head. “Alright.” The First planted himself in front of him. “Tell us then. You mean to kill us at your own free will.” “You don't look dead to me.” “It could happen any moment and you know that. And you're avoiding the question. Are you afraid to tell us the truth?”

“I don't know that”, he insisted. “Listen to yourself! You're afraid of a stone! Don't you notice it has nothing on you? It's only a superstition!” The room went cold. “I can't believe this....” Now Temalas staggered. “Nobody can be so stupid...” “Did you ever encounter the Dread Wolf?” Solas couldn't believe they never questioned it. “He's not strolling around and saying 'hello' like that, shaking your hand with his paw! Haven't we been clear about him? About how malicious and unpredictable he is? You cursed us! It will happen! Perhaps not today or tomorrow, the Dread Wolf likes to toy with his prey. He'll be in the shadows. A curse, a disease, a shemlen raid...Keeper, we need to tell the others.” She gave him a nod. To both apprentices, she said: “Yes. Please, go arrange it.”

When they left, her mysterious expression stared Solas down. “You endangered all of us just to prove your foolish point. You may think you succeeded, but you are mistaken. If you needed evidence for the Dread Wolf's existence, you should've asked me.” Solas squinted his eyes, now regretting that he indeed never asked. “What evidence do you have?” “I'm afraid now is not the time for tales anymore. There's nothing left I can do for you. May the creators have mercy on your soul.” She turned to leave. “Keeper!” The call left him before he could stop himself. She turned around, lifting an eyebrow. He meant to tell her the truth. But what would that change? If she believed him, she'd probably end him right there. Sylaise be blessed. And if not, she'd believe he was insane and perhaps end him for that. “Pray”, she said before she left for good. He huffed. Such optimism! But indeed, his only chance lay in the beyond, so he closed his eyes.

Without the obnoxious recurring dream, the beyond opened to him again. He floated though it quickly, crossing realms of familiar places. Shards of ice followed where he went, distorting his vision. But he resisted, searching, making his way until splinters came back together and walls gave in to his touch. A distant sensation grew, it's noise swelled. Suddenly, he heard a calling. A heavy, aching heart. A lonely, glowing moon in a starless night. The loss. It sang to him and he sang with it. Wings spread, burning like fire. Little sparks on the tips became stars. He sensed the heat. Two minds connected. Two foreheads touching each other.

Solas' eyes shot up. His heart pounded in his chest. He found him.

He felt him when he stumbled out of the aravel with his hands bound by roots. He felt him when he knelt between the apprentices at the gathering. He barely listened to their discussion. When he was told to speak, he said merely one word, with his eyes closed and lips curled in bliss: “Falon.”

When Temalas heard him, it was already too late. The galloping of giant paws came from the forest. All heads turned to see a dark-furred monster the size of a dragon dash into their direction. Cries emerged, hunters drew their weapons, parents fled with their children. The gathering had dissolved when the creature took a leap and crashed into the ground directly in front of Revanas. Temalas got lost in the many eyes of the creature. His hand cramped around his staff. The monster seemed to focus only on Revanas. So the Dread Wolf knew fairness after all!

He didn't notice that he laughed madly, tears welling in his eyes. He drew his staff one last time, one last attempt to save this fool from himself. But it happened too quickly. The wolf took Revanas between it's teeth, hauled him on it's back and ran away, spreading it's wings. When it took off into the sky, he knew it was over.

Notes:

“tuast'elvhen'av”: new Elvhen tongue “teldirthalelan”: stupid person, one who will not learn “felasil”: idiot, slow mind “falon”: friend, guide

#dragon age #dragon age inquisition #dragon age fanfiction #solas/dorian #dragon age solas #dragon age dorian #maker preserve #dalish elves

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bluewren · 1 year ago

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WIP Wednesday

Thanks for the tag!! @effelants and @theluckywizard🥰

This has been a fic that I've been slowly poking at in between a bunch of other fics. LOL

This is post-Trespasser, Taliesen still talks to Solas in the Fade, unfortunately this time it's about the Regret Demon.🥲 -----

She closes her eyes, the last thing that enters is the cool light from the twin moons of Thedas. It did not take long for Taliesen to drift away, she was ensnared by a force unseen and tugging her on a road of soft cotton to another plane. The first hint that she has arrived is the warm morning light rubbing on her eyes and the swaying of a tree branch’s shadow.

“You always knew the best places to take me to.” Tali yawns, tossing and turning her head on Solas’s thigh.

She wrestles a chuckle out from Solas, in return Solas runs his bare hands through the gold strands of her hair. Gentle as he combs through the individual strands, something that’s done long ago during her doubly tiring days.

“Wake up. There is much that we should discuss.” Taliesen groans and scrunches her eyes further shut. Solas continues to coo. “Please Vh… Lethallan.”

“It’s your fault for giving me back my tree.” Tali digs her head deeper into Solas’s thighs. “I can’t even describe what it’s like to nap beneath that shade again.” She lets out another yawn. “Do you believe me when I say that this is the one thing I miss from Skyhold?”

“There are a great many things that I wish can stay as they are.” Solas tucks his arms under her’s and closer to Tali, just as much wanting this moment to stay longer. “But we will not be allowed to have that.”

“Sera’s right.” Taliesen continues to rub her head. “Elves are bony. I miss your lap.”

“It’s remarkable, you’ve summoned the urge to sleep right after entering the Fade.” Solas isn’t mad, simply stroking the ends of her hair as she rested.

“You sleep to enter the Fade, I just rather return to sleeping.”

“That is correct.” Solas chuckles, her eyes are closed but Taliesen can still tell he’s smiling. “Although there isn’t a further realm beyond the Fade to be reached by simple resting further.”

Taliesen suddenly built a overwhelming urge to correct him on that, technically it is possible to find places only possible to reach if they knew ways to how to reach it, archives that spirits kept for themselves. Sera has told her of one trip, she herself has done something similar previously with Solas.

She swallows that urge, not wanting to break the fragile serenity that have now.

Taliesen breaths out a subdued sigh. “I don’t need to, this is perfect.”

“As much as I wish for that, it is something that will be within our reach.” His voice slowly lowers to a whisper as though choking back a lump in his dried coarse throat.

Their world changes once more, she can feel the cotton leggings that her head rested against melt away, flexing into soft linen for her to fall into. A tingling itch runs down her left shoulder to hand as the individual points of the grassfield are felt.

Taliesen makes a disappointing frown when she sees her hand return, the sensation feels so real to her. Every tug to ball her fist, she can feel the contractions of her muscles. For a moment, the phantom pain she still felt was a distant memory. Her body feels whole, but somehow she feels weaker than the days when the Inquisition was still in power. As fervent as she struggled to keep grounded, the Fade will still always be clay molded by a dreamer.

“What is it that you wanted to talk about?”

#wip wednesday

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future--ghost · 1 year ago

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I HAD THIS WEIRD ASS MULTI-FANDOM DREAM LAST NIHHT EXCEPT IT WAS MAINLT ABOUT BATIM??? HELPP??

I had this weird ass dream about a batim themed movie and it was about the Ink Curse??? So it started out with Hunter from the Owl House getting put in time out and then he fell asleep, so Lilth drew one of those two swiggly lines on his face.

Then it cut to the bendy movie??? That was only part one and 3 and a half hours long??? So basically the MC who was a girl, I think she was a brunette caucasian teenager and her best friend who was the stereotypical pretty popular girl looks (blonde hair, blue eyes etc, lets call her Brittany) but she was really nice. One day, MC (im gonna call her autumn) falls asleep, and her face gets those squiggly lines like Hunter got in the prolouge. She wakes up and looks in the mirror, and now there are two circles of her skin coming a little outward, like she got two small warts on her face, but she didn't? Then she goes to the library and meets this nice guy named Aaron, who's got 4c curls and a nice fade. They start talking and hit it off immediately. Then Autumn gets these really unnerving flashes of images that sort of decay and stuff. Like the eyes with move in an unnatural way and start to grow, and some will be of people in the ocean, then slowly getting dragged in by a black murky substance that overtakes their body as the person's figure melts and deforms beyond recognition. I was super freaked out by these in the dream. Anyways, it stopped, and Autumn started describing these symptoms to Aaron, who apparently knew what she was going through was easily a curse, so he found a book on something called "The Ink Curse" (creative, I know -_-). They start researching it and blah blah blah, the two fall deep in love. They can't find a way to cure it, so Aaron goes onto the stage they have set up in front of several people for some reason, and Aaron pulls out the accursed ink that he somehow obtained and infects himself with it. Autumn gets a flash of the Ink world, which is really just some sort of teaser screenshot showcasing a bunch of different characters. (The Ink Demon looks hella deformed here. I thought that was funny.) That's where Act 1 ended.

Act 2 started out with a bunch of those weird flashing images I mentioned before (now that I'm writing this, I don't think that hallucination scene really happened). Blah blah blah, we're introduced to Autumn's best friend Brittany, who looks and sounds like your stereotypical mean girl but actually really cares for Autumn and would do anything to protect her. Brittany finds a way to cure Autumn's curse, so she summons Beezelbub and asks him to curse Autumn's curse and also whatever ailments she might have as well? This is done with a simple notion that I can not for the life of me remember. Autumn is cured, and Brittany is happy, so it feels like a happy ending. Except, Aaron hasn't been seen in a while. He was in for the past month, and he slowly became more sickly looking until he looked like he had been bleached. His skin looked almost grey, with a small hint of tan. Black, drippy marks started to appear on his skin or come from his skin, let bits of Ink seeping down his eye, until he eventually vanished. Despite the sudden disappearance of Aaron, everyone moved on after a few months. Autumn, on the other hand, was mildly worried. She tried to stay optimistic by hoping he had transferred to another school, but no matter what she said to calm herself, it didn't work. There was a ring at the door. Autumn left her room to go see who was there, she found that the hallway looked dingy and decaying, with bits of black liquid seeping through the walls. The door opened and a black murky figure, that was heavily deformed and had messed up features, despite still having the appearance of something almost human. It wandered through the halls looking for Autumn, it could not see its surriundings , but it could hear. Autumn eventually said something that caused the creature to come over to her location. The creature had told Autumn everything. The Inky figure turned out to be Aaron. Autumn attempted to speak to him, telling him that she knew a way to cure him, but Aaron seemed pissed off by that. He told her that he was not cursed but enlightened. That he could not go back to living blindly, as he did before. He told Autumn about his plan to drag everyone at school into the Ink, to save this godforsaken world and bring them all to a new, better place. Autumn knew she had to escape, so she left. She ran away and left him there. Hoping that she could buy herself some time to run away, get to school, and warn everyone.

She got to her school and found Brittany, she told her everything, and Brittany agreed to help sabotage his plans. It cut to what I assume was gym class because everyone was rallied up in an activity of sorts. For some odd reason, people were sitting down in metal foldable chairs. Brittany looked up and saw that there were buckets of ink, so she made sure the seats were arranged in an order so they'd be safe from the splash. When the Ink came down, it covered this one kid who never showed up again, so he was probably fine. I can't remember what happened in between here, but there was a confrontation between Aaron and Brittany. Aaron was enraged, asking if Autumn even missed him or if she even cared. Brittany yelled back and brought us to a cutscene with the two girls by the ocean on an empty part of a beach. The light waves moved back and forth against Autumn, who was crying. She missed Aaron dearly and didn't know how to go on without him. She felt incredibly guilty and let her things be taken away by the sea, slowly and gently. Brittany comforted her, telling her that it's not her fault and that there was nothing she could've done to help him. The two girls stood in the sea. Autumn let her heart out, and Brittany stood with her and made sure she felt safe. It went back to Aaron and Brittany, and she pulled out a spray bottle. Aaron taunted her, and Brittany sprayed him with bleach. He melted, and then Brittany found Autumn, and they went into town looking for a place to hide. They found a small area saying that only people of high status could enter. They bullshitted their way in and stayed until the night was over.

Prom. The cliche end of any high school movie, and this shit show is no acception. We see kidd dancing until we see an invisible man in a suit dancing on his own. For some reason, the prom looked like a ballroom for a gala. A jock went up and confronted the man, poking fun at him. The man revealed himself to be a creature of Ink (no idea if it's Aaron or not). They change into a fancy jester outfit and go on causing chaos throughout the dance. We get another look at the teaser flash thing, in which we clearly see a character from an entirely different fandom altogether... JEVIL FROM DELTARUNE?? yeah, I'm just as confused as you are man. The two cause mayhem and panic, and it ends with a scene if the two floating far above the ballroom that is in complete disarray. Then I woke up and couldn't go back to sleep, hope you enjoyed my dream.

Bonus: I remember hoping that Autumn was Allison for some reason idk

#yes #real #silly #true #im dead 💀💀#the owl house #hunter toh #lilth toh #BATIM #ink demon??#the ink??#allison #Jevil #jevil deltarune #dream #weird shit #so fucking cinfused rn

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journey-to-the-attic · 2 years ago

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*comes crashing through your window*

Hi.

I haven't been here for 2 months.

YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS

*AGRESSIVELY WORD DUMPS ALL MY THOUGHTS ABOUT IK* (Mostly my twisted wonderland x IK au i thought of)

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IK, first waking up at the Entrance Ceremony : Diavolo, are you trying a new way of surprise summoning me to Devildom because I don't coffins are the best idea,,,, wait a minute you're not Diavolo.

Crowley : No??????

IK : *looks around the Mirror Room*

IK : *eyes land on the housewardens*

IK, dead eyes : Am I going to have to solve the problems and traumas of those boys right there because absolutely none of them look like they coped well with their traumas. The white haired boy looks alright tho.

Houswardens : ....

IK : Don't worry about it, I'm experienced with this. As much as I'd love to stay here with all the funky coffins, I have to meet up with Lucifer and Satan in like two days. The last time I was late they thought I got lost and ran around the block for like 20 minutes straight.

Crowley : Satan???? LUCIFER???? I'm sorry Miss but what in the world are you taking about???? This is Night Raven College, a school for mages in training. And you Young Miss, have been called by the Dark Mirror to take part as a student.

IK, blank faced : *remembering Solomon saying that there was a hidden school for training mages and sorcerers*

IK : *seeing how the housewardens looked absolutely traumatized and mentally unwell*

IK :

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(Here's the wiki for a more clear explanation : Link )

So,,, Twisted Wonderland takes place in a school dedicated to train mages and sorcerers, called Night Raven College. The entire school is split up into seven dormitories, each one based of a Disney villian. For example, Heartslaybul is based of the Queen of Hearts from Alice in Wonderland, Savanaclaw is based of Scar from the Lion King, so on and so forth. Each dorm has their own leaders, called either Housewardens or Dorm Leaders. Twst has both an English and a Japanese translation, the former for the english, and the latter for the japanese.

And as you can guess,, each dorm leader has ✨TRAUMA✨,, (except for Kalim, the white haired boy) so as the story progresses, we learn about their traumas,,,, and we basically beat love into their brains,,, affectionately of course.

Considering that magic is also in Obey me,, I made NRC a secret institution,, just for mages and sorcerers. I don't know how to fit in Devildom and the brothers,, so we just pretend the lore isnt there.

As for how IK got into NRC without any magic? Well, hanging around the strongest demons in existence, the demon prince and his butler, two celestial angels and the most powerful sorcerer in the world, you're gonna get quite a bit or residual magic, especially having pacts with said powerful demons.

But IK has nothing to fear, because she has experience with seven emotionally constipated demon brothers who never spoke about anything for centuries on end. Also a baseball bat because of all the BS that happened in her transfer year at RAD. She has the hot chocolate and blankets ready, now all she needs is a notepad and paper because now shes playing the therapist role once again!

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All right thats all from my brain,,,, gn

i don't know enough about crowley to know if it'd be in-character, but i imagine that once ik gives him a summary of How Much drama and plot stuff she accidentally summons, he gives her the baseball bat like "magic bullshit happens to you too much for a magic item to be useful, take this instead"

it'd be funny if this happens some time after the exchange program, so when the demons finally find out what happened they're like "wtf that's OUR thing"

#answering asks #sunlightocean #jtta aus #twisted wonderland #idk anything about them but just looking at the list of characters.... ik's gonna have her work cut out for her #i imagine she takes it similarly to how she does being summoned to the devildom at first #just kind of goes 'i'll just go along with it... what's the worst that can happen'#the funniest thing about ik being such a force for character development is that she is entirely unaware of it #all she registers is 'goddammit why does so much stuff happen to me'#so while SHE wouldn't immediately register how much therapy the dudes around here need #they would feel her 'be at peace with yourself or IT WILL HAPPEN BY FORCE' aura #and are like '.........maybe i should talk to someone'

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inquisitorismone · 11 months ago

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lucy's canon world state - da2 codex entries

these got longer than the dao ones but there was more i had to say!

my hawke sided with the mages (obvs) and ran off with anders post-game. also can't stop thinking about how everyone talked shit about merrill and how Stupid she was the entire game even though she literally (and i mean literally) did nothing wrong

tied very closely into my dao worldstate (fergus cousland and queen anora political marriage)

The Reluctant Apostate He was a troublemaker, that’s how I remember him. Always found reason to defy the templars, in big ways and small. He was famous for sneaking out of his quarters at night, and admired by many of the young girls and boys for it. He was apprenticed under a fellow Healer, and I had to admit, he had a talent for it. Births were few but not uncommon in the Circle; I saw him assist on his first when he was just fifteen years old. Many of the Healers had given up on the mother, who bled too much after the baby came, but he worked through the night. She lived. But she did not wake in time to meet her son before he was taken from her by the templars. Anders threw a fit. A tantrum! It was before he’d taken his Harrowing. I remember thinking he would summon a demon of Rage and condemn us all. Needless to say I did not vote for Fiona as our Grand Enchanter. I was perfectly happy in Kinloch Hold. Things were finally getting back to normal after Uldred, and now this. The only reason I left the Tower at all (Greagoir, bless him, he said he would stay with any mage who wished to remain loyal) is because I knew this merry band of rebels will desperately need Healers in the days to come. When Anders and the Champion passed through camp, you’d think it was Andraste herself. The young ones cheered for him. (I remember that too: the look of shock on the templars’ faces as he jumped off the dock, the cheering from the children as the fool swam across the lake.) He remembered me. Said he was surprised I came with the rebels. I told him I was surprised the templars hadn’t caught him and strung him up on the walls of the Grand Cathedral yet. He laughed and told me he’d missed me. I worked through the night with him, but this time we couldn’t save the young mother. He’s been carrying the newborn through camp, looking for other young children and nursing mothers. He was a troublemaker. But I remember that boy who refused to give up on a dying woman. I remember the children cheering him on as the sunlight glittered off Lake Calenhad, laughter as he chased his freedom in the water. I don’t know anymore. Maybe rebellion isn’t so bad, after all. -from the diary of an elderly mage, formerly of the Ferelden Circle

A Rumor in Denerim Wife, I have said this before. I will say it again until you listen. The Champion and his apostate associate are citizens of Ferelden. Like all refugees in the Free Marches, they have been endlessly mistreated, distrusted, abused, and beaten down under the militant heel of Kirkwall’s elite. They deserve to be welcomed back into the country in which they were born. I understand Grand Cleric Elemena’s objections. Yes, the Maker’s word is truth, but the Chantry is an institution built by man. It is fallible. When we fail to protect our people, we invite our own destruction, Anora. Your father understood that. The Circle has elected rebellion. It is too late to stop this. I propose that we stop waiting for the world to go back to the way it was and accept it as it is now. Offer the mages protection. Arl Teagan has agreed to provide refuge in Redcliffe, but only you can declare that the throne of Ferelden will show mercy to men, women, and children thrown into war by the actions of their leaders. I am sure you can understand the terror they must feel in their hearts. There is one more thing. Travelers passing through rebel camps report that the Champion and the apostate are doing good where they can, offering healing and morale. There are reports they carry an infant with them, a boy: born of mages, orphaned by the war. I will not see a child deserted, Anora. I am your husband and I have a right to rule with your consent. This is the only demand I have ever given you. We shall permit no more children to die under our reign. I will return to Denerim by the end of the month. I pray to the Maker that the baby is not born before I arrive and that he comes in good health. Stay off your feet and listen to the healers; you’re not as young as you once were. -letter from Prince Consort Fergus Cousland to his wife, dated 9:40

Theory on the Metastatic Abomination Dalish tradition does not separate the notion of the spirit and the demon. The danger that they present is no different than the danger of an inexperienced mage burning herself by conjuring fire without practice. A corrupted mage is not inherently of weak mind, she is simply untrained. How can we expect mages to resist the possession of a spirit - of a demon - if we refuse to teach how to safely interact with such creatures? Arcane warriors and Fade specialists come the closest, but their skills are rare and considered dangerous. We must learn to touch the spirits that reach for us when we draw on the power of the Fade; to manipulate them as they manipulate us. Brushing the hand of a demon will not corrupt the experienced mage, but it may provide inoculation against future possession. We must learn to recognize the touch. Possession is like a cancer, a tumor which grows if fed. But a tumor can be removed, excised from the body. Stories of abominations are told to frighten mages, to keep them away from the wonderful things they could learn if they were not afraid of their true power. I ask you this: mightn’t we think of abominations as lepers, rather than boogeymen? -a letter found discarded in the desk of Grand Enchanter Fiona, sent by a Dalish apostate

#canon #codex

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thedeadthree · 2 years ago

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PETRA (the sandman) // ANYA (vendetta)

HATI (defiled hearts) // CINDRA (starfield)

LÍADÁIN (a mage reborn) // ELISAVET (vtm)

tagged by the darlings @roofgeese, @confidentandgood, @marivenah, @leviiackrman, @risingsh0t to make the girls in this cutest picrew! ty so much dears!

TAGGING: @griffin-wood, @blackreaches, @dihardys, @florbelles, @chuckhansen, @queennymeria, @jackiesarch, @aartyom, @swordcoasts, @belorage, @adelaidedrubman, @celticwoman, @hoesephseed, @saintsilver, @loriane-elmuerto, @shellibisshe, @sunsetseasons, @trinnaeste, @rosebarsoap and you!

#only if you want to of course! 🖤#oc: petra dvorak #oc: annushka zima #oc: caitrìona hati #oc: cindra zoë #oc: líadáin talovaire #oc: elisavet drakos #lasombra and swords my beloved 🗡🖤😌#also i got my 4th dose of the c*vid v*ccine and im not feeling to great (darn effects) so if my sick brain forgot someone u are tagged! 🖤#okay i was gonna join the party and add the other picrew but i wasn’t fond of the layout ✨🤧#so that’ll be a separate post 🖤🖤#ad campaign is starting now to force leon and the holy kingdom of param to APOLOGIZE ✨😠🖤😖#(he already plans on it but like.. ITLL HAPPEN AND HE BETTER im so excited to read their reunion in an update or in book 3 AH ✨🤧)#look at u anya look at you THRIVING ✨😌🖤 as she should! being evil is fun and cute! U DESERVE IT MY DEAR..!#petra at the prospect of traveling to hell with dream and totally not daydreaming of absorbing the powers of the nine lords of hell ✨🥴#and also petra when dream was like.. ‘would u like to stay here with me in the dreaming ✨🥺’ WEDDING BELLSSSS #she was like.. ‘stay in the waking world and summon more demons.#BUT ALSO QUEEN OF THE DREAMING and u can summon demons there too..? yea ill take it! 💞😌’ love that for u sweetie!#local demon summoner marries the endless of dreams and nightmares and WITHIN REASON continues her work in demonology more @ 11 #HI someone stop me from making more clowns my brain is PLEADING ✨🥴 but she’s more of a reintroduction? it’s cindra!#im like THINKING of putting her in the outer worlds? i think she would have fun! her main verse is s*tar w*ars though 💞#MY TOTALLY RESPONSIBLE CAPTAIN/CRIME LORD/SMUGGLER AND FORMER SPOILED BRAT (was born rich..! she was disowned!)#she was disowned for stealing from other rich people and giving the items to bosses in the underworld for profit skzjzjzj #YOU KNOW WHAT ME TOO HATI ME TOO skzjxjjx an icon..!#she’s looking @ markus ✨😌 it’s how they flirt okay! ‘i hate u ill k*ll u im in love with u.. WHAT’ it’s their thing!#leg.ocs #leg.tagged #t: picrews #TY MY DEARS this is for sure one of my fav picrews i loved getting to make more dears with it! 🖤

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theminecraftbee · 2 years ago

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random rundown of fic ideas I have on the docket for at some point in the future, if anyone is curious (or wants to take from these concepts to use themselves because these are Long Bois so I’m probably saving them for november):

in a timeline where ren’s kingship immediately goes horrible dictatorship, joe hills accidentally discovers he has the superpower of Time Loop, and sets out to figure out what went wrong, fix it, and save his friends. the trick with this fic, however, is that it would be a single king oneshot taking place entirely over one of the loops, at least a dozen attempts in, and ending with the end of another failed loop. it’s all about the middle bits here.

pearl wakes up as a horrible monster in an unknown laboratory with no idea how she’s gotten there, what she is, how to talk, or what to do from here. fic is about her escaping, piecing together what happened to get her into the situation she wakes up in, and getting back home again, somehow.

xisuma tries to deal with his emotions about season eight. bluntly this one would be about abuse, and reconciling that is the word that describes what happened to you. I’ve wanted to write this for months. we’ll see.

double life cast is mysteriously swapped with their hermitcraft selves, as told from cleo’s perspective as she’s suddenly in a world with a person who claims to be her best friend that she doesn’t remember, on this massive ocean base that she doesn’t understand, trying to just… deal with that. this would be a very focused on “joe and cleo as friends” fic, but with the angle of “cleo wakes up suddenly not knowing who joe is and joe is faced with a cleo who doesn’t have a decade of history with him”. really want to write this in some ways.

vague “something about helsknight because I have ideas about what helsknight is but I have since ditched the fic concept I originally had for the helsknight interpretation I wanted to use so I need to figure out where else I can get it to work and also NOT have him be too much like the man in the striped suit in my recent fic”

rare new techno/sort of sbi fic from me, recycling aspects of a VERY old bedrock bros concept I never wrote. set in a world where people have various minor magical gifts/superpowers, old war god/demon technoblade is retired, thank you very much, and largely haunts a farmer’s market where he’s in a totally normal competition with the other local potato salesman and is maybe friends with the farmer’s market gang (featuring niki and sophie and probably connor along with obviously squid, amongst others). one day however one of his regular customers, out of desperation, summons techno to make a pact, a thing techno hasn’t done in decades. this person is tommy. wilbur is missing. he wants techno to help save him. cue adventure. at some point in my head this was supposed to be a superhero sbi fic send-up so there MAY be superheroes in the background but this has turned way more into the magical realism wheelhouse I reside in over time so you know. maybe not. anyway this is a BIG maybe since I largely sit in hermitcraft these days but I am still fondly attached to “old god techno and tommy, desperate regular human, end up bonding” because I came up with the basics back in november 2020 and have just never have successfully written it and also it’s morphed actual plots and basically every beat but that part like twelve times so we’ll see.

false ends up back in her homeworld, but fwhip and I think maybe shelby also end up there accidentally with her and also it turns out that false’s old world kind of sucks so they have to try to get fwhip and shelby home while false faces internal conflict over whether she stays in her homeworld or goes back to empires. this one relies on knowing a BIT more about false before I’m comfortable writing it though.

anyway I think those are all the main docket ideas for “next big thing second tries to write” but this guarantees none of them because, like, you never know if a new idea will take over my brain between now and november or anything else,

#and as always y’all are allowed to riff off of these yourselves. i haven’t actually written them. lol #just sorta talking into the void #also sometimes interest makes me more likely to write a thing. not always tho.

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unabashednightmarepizza · 2 years ago

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𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐹𝑜𝑟𝑏𝑖𝑑𝑑𝑒𝑛 𝐴𝑝𝑝𝑙𝑒 | Stranger Things Series x DemonQueen!Reader

Stranger Things Masterlist , Part 1, series masterlist

Tagging: @preciousbabypeter @mosf13

"No more arguing kid! I stay and you go back to your school. Your mom would kill me if she sees you still here..."

Walking around nervously with some damp towels to make both Hopper and his mom wake up, Will gave you a sassy look which screamed that he wasn't going to do that. Rolling your eyes at him, you carried Hopper bridal style to his bed while Joyce was laying down on the couch. You were amused by humans, and their reactions to many situations were immaculate.

"I'm not gonna leave my mom like that! Besides-"

Will only sighed when he came face to face with school again. Looking around himself to see a glimpse of you, he just screamed at you and your stupid magic.

"I DON'T LIKE THIS AND YOU'RE MAKING FUN OF IT, GOD DAMN IT!" Giggling at his stressed voice calling out to you, you just popped another candy into your mouth gleefully while waiting for both adults to wake up.

"I love making humans angry, they almost look like an angry chihuahua!"

You hummed and plomped back on the armchair Jim had in his house and summoned your book that contained info about all of the creatures in your world and how to stop, contain or train them. Whatever was happening to this town wasn't normal, and it didn't just have anything to do with the monsters popping out randomly.

On the Earth, there were some points, points that have energy circles around them, a high aura of supernatural magic much like the magnetic field of this planet, that attracted many who practice witchery, summoning rituals and so on. Throughout the history, many people tried to learn the exact locations of those points to have the absolute control over the whole world but, they weren't left alone. Every single one of them was protected by an angel and a demon which later erased the memory of the people who got themselves into it so that no one would dare to do the same shits...

But obviously, someone didn't do a great job with this one gate and now you got to protect a bunch of humans.

Seeing that Joyce was stirring on the couch, you straightened up and let the book disappear before waiting on the chair for her to sober up from her slumber. When she finally opened her eyes and looked at you, you could see the hesitation on her face with a tint of... blush?

"If you are wondering whether I did something to you or not, I just read my book and watched you... I-I mean not creepily of course more like 'to-make-sure-you're-okay' kinda way!" Looking at your suspicious rambling with a side eye, she was mesmerized by how... human you acted. She didn't think a demon, as you told them, could be like a shy girl but it was... cute.

You blushed at what she thought and tried to act cool by getting up and pacing around the room. "You know you're right, right? About some shit happening I mean... We need to go and check that place as soon as Hopper wakes up."

Startled at the way you knew what she was worried about, she paced after your form who barged in Jim's room and slapped him awake.

"But how do you know about it? Do you know something we don't?"

"I know a lot of things that you don't... I'll tell you more on the road but here is the summary: there are gates all around the world that opens up to different worlds and one is about to be open again."

*****

"Let me get this straight: You're the DEVIL'S daughter who is trying to protect humanity? Bullshit, I say that's bullshit!"

"Hopper!"

Rolling your eyes at the man on the driver's seat, you wiggled on your seat at the back while Joyce was scolding him for being rude. Getting your cuffed hands in front of you, you leaned towards his ear threatiningly.

"Watch your tounge, boy... Don't think that just because you cuffed me, I can't do something about it..."

Snapping the cuffs which made a scared look settle on his face, you looked at Joyce cheerfuly. "Thank you for defending me, Joyce but I believe he learnt his lesson!"

Sitting back on the seat, you looked at the scenery passing by in wonder. "I told you that I could just teleport us there, this's taking so long!"

But your whining fell to deaf ears since they didn't give a single fuck about you. Sighing out, you questioned whether it was a good idea to reveal yourself to these humans. It was taking too much time and you didn't want your dad's hot breath on your shoulder.

You looked ahead when the car stopped and got out, not waiting for them. Hopper came while grunting and they both tried to open the door which they failed. You came close to the door and inspected it while they were looking at you suspiciously. Again.

"There is some locking spell on this door, I can easily-"

"Oh please, you red horns! Not everything is about magic, now get away so that I can kick it open." With a dead stare, you stepped away and pulled Joyce with you while she was looking at you with curious eyes. Leaning down until your faces were close, you didn't realize how her heart sped up a bit.

"Trust me, his ass is going to be handed to his hands in silver plate and I wouldn't want you to stuck under him and crush-" And that's exactly what happened with a shocked Jim looking at you upside down.

"That's exactly what I said... Now, move your ass so that I can open it!"

Making some hand movements and clicking the lock open when a purple smoke came out of the door, you looked inside sharply, looking around to see some movements. "Purple? Purple isn't good..."

"Why do you look worried, Y/N? Does that mean something bad?"

Shaking your head no to not to worry them, you let your thoughts linger inside your mind. Purple magic meant that it was someone who used to experience the bad side of the magic but either turned good or was at the grey part of the Moon. Neither good nor bad...

Someone else was playing with them like a mouse and that person was probably still here.

Raising your hand and summoning your whip which started to shine a bright red, they flinched at the sight of it which made you raise a brow. "What? I need something to protect myself!"

Shaking their heads, you three went inside while your other copies were with the problematic kids to save their asses.

*****

"Hi, cute sailor! You are pretty smart for finaly decoding it!"

Letting out a silent scream at the voice coming from right behind her, Robin looked at you with wide eyes which turned into a calm blue. Steve staggered back and fixed his hair which made you pout and seeing that a third person was with them, you tilted your head at the kid with a soft smile.

"Hello, Dustin. I see that you also joined the mission now, huh?"

I can finally go to heaven, thought Dustin who was looking at the most beautiful creature he had seen. It felt like rose petals were thrown around you two while you were giving him your number kinda cliche romantic setting... Which made you cringe at his dream and how hard the puberty was hitting him.

"Anywayyys... Since you're getting yourselves in trouble, I need to protect you guys so that you wouldn't get killed-"

"WE'RE GONNA GET KILLED!?"

" How do you even know about the mission?"

You rolled your eyes at their stupid remarks and just took both Steve's and Robin's hands into yours while Dustin was running behind you three. Your touch seemed cold even for a human and it felt like holding a rock. And there was something like a strong supernatural thing around you that made Steve shiver, after learning what was happening in Hawkins, he just knew that you weren't human.

"You aren't what you told you to be, are you?"

Grinning at him and the fact that he wasn't that stupid, you let your red eyes snap which left both of them star-strucked with both awe and fear. "You aren't as stupid as I thought you to be, Steve Harrington... I liked that~"

Running to the backroom of their work place, you started to tell them everything about you. They didn't believe you though, you expected that after all. No one would believe someone when they told them such thing so, with a sigh, your fire engulfed your form and your true form( at least the one that could be seen by humans) appeared which Robin tried to touch your wings and Steve let out a long whistle.

"Oh hush, boys! There are more important things to do right now, and Robin? Please close your mouth, sweetie."

Robin slapped a hand on her face and looked at you with flustered, wide eyes. She couldn't believe that she almost gawked at your gorgeous form, revealing her secret that she kept hidden for so long. But by the glint in your eyes, she knew that you know it by the seductive wink which she blushed even more nervously.

"Hey, Robin! Are you coming or something?"

She shook her head and ran after you three while you changed your form again which Dustin whined at why you changed something so cool.

"Do you want to be caught, sweet boy? If so, then I can change again..."

That shut his mouth pretty quick, you noted.

******

"Why are you so mad at me Hopper? What did I do to you?"

Joyce looked at you upon your question and saw that you were really sad, with the frowning that looked like a toddler's and the downcasted eyes. She didn't know it, but when you touched her shoulder as soon as you guys entered, you saw her memories. Memories of a man dying in front of her by one of the creatures of Hell which was also the reason for your sadness. You knew that if someone was killed by one of them, no matter they were good or bad, they would go to Hell, a cruel rule God has put.

"I don't know, maybe the fact that you're a demon? The reason of sin?"

"Hopper, don't be like that..." Joyce mumbled. Maybe she was being so soft but you trully didn't deserve this.

"... We were never the kne who told you guys to kill, steal or sin. You were given a free will and some of you chose to abuse it. I think it's not my fault..."

Stopping in his track, Hopper turned to you with a serious look Joyce knew, which meant nothing good.

"It's not your fault? Your father was the one who did all of this! He is the Devil! You want me to believe that he's good or something!?"

"No, I don't but this where you're wrong: Just because my father is the Devil, it doesn't mean I'm just as bad... You don't know anything about me Hopper and if you're gonna trauma dumb at me, please know that I had nothing to do with any of these... " You knew things were hard for him, especially after his daughter's death and you didn't want to hurt him so you just kept your silence.

Hopper was intrigued, to put it simply. Your eyes looked like hell, someone who faced with many things and in a way, it was true. God knows how old you were, you were like a walking history teacher.

And you looked... kinda sweet. With your big eyes, caring nature--even though it irritated him-- your sassiness... He wasn't going to admit any of these though.

Grumbling to himself while inspecting, he suddenly told a few things that made Joyce fidget. Something about her moving away...

"You're gonna leave the town? To be honest, I can understand..."

Rolling his eyes at what you said while he was trying to convince her to stay but he looked in astonishment at what you said after, heart picking its rate faster at how you voiced his thoughts with big eyes. " I know it's hard, you know? Loosing your child, almost loosing your son... I know how it feels like but you have people that cares about you. I mean, you can guess the amount of times I was bullied at downstairs for my traumas..."

Giggling to ease the tension, you were relieved to see that they both smiled at you. Even Jim, who was still adamant on not trusting you was smiling softly at you with those twinkling eyes. Feeling Joyce's soft hands on yours made your heart beat faster and you scolded yourself for feeling like this. It was obvious that Jim loved her and you weren't about to get in the way and make him hate you even more.

It was when a sound echoed around that you all parted your eyes away from each other. Looking behind himself with a hand in front of both of you, Jim took his gun out and walked deeper inside the facility. Ordering you to stay back and protect Joyce while he went to look around, you couldn't reach him in time and stomped your foot in the ground angrily, messing with your hair.

"You humans, and your tendencies of acting like a hero!"

You cursed the shit out of Jim when you found him laying on the ground even more but grabbed your head in pain at the ringing in your ears.

Your superiors were ordering you to come back to the Heaven Grounds.

******

"How the hell did I get here..."

Getting the painkiller and water for him, Joyce sat next to Jim who chunked it down hastily. "It was Y/N... I'm telling you she's so strong that she carried both you and me here, I mean she technically teleported us here but she took care of you..."

Grumbling under his breath, Jim made a note to thank you later while changing his clothes. But upon seeing you nowhere, he looked at Joyce with a raised brow.

"Where is the two horns? Did she run away or something?"

"No... After dropping us here, she said she had to go and came back later but then went away again... Said something about praying... I guess?"

And it was true, not that they knew it. You had a talk with the Heaven, not a pleasant one and stomped away from them. They thought that you weren't doing your job when they were the ones who sat back and watched as shit went down.

" Don't get yourself attached to humans, sister... Who knows what woul happen to them, like what happened to the last human you cared about~"

You wouldn't let anyone get in your way to protect humans, protect Will... your perfect vessel...

But it seemed that, the Mind Flayer and whoever was behind controlling it, weren't stopping any time soon when Will prayed to you hastily.

Please come Y/N, I need you to help us... It's urgent...

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