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beels-burger-babe · 2 years ago

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For Forever With You pt. 2

***This. Took. So. Much. Longer. Than. I. Wanted. It. Too. BUT IT'S DONE! Thank you all so much for being patient while I finished school and took a break, but I am BACK and I am so so glad to be. I hope you all enjoy this lovely little fic! -B***

Summary: A mortal human and an immortal wizard dating is great until something bigger than the world shakes them. War starts in the human world, and the supernatural worlds around them and Solomon can only watch as everything he has carefully nurtured for the past few years begins to crumble.

Part 1

Late 1930s

It turned out that life with you was riveting.

Solomon could hardly remember the last time he had felt so young and free.

With you, he took time to stop and smell the roses. With you, a decade that would usually be an insignificant droplet in his life has become a vibrant waterfall. With you, he is aware of every second, of every step, of every breath that he takes and just how valuable and rare they are to be shared with you.

He treasured you in a way that he hadn't treasured anything since he last sat on a throne in the days of old.

But just as his crown was eventually taken from him, so were the days of peace, joy, and love that he shared with you.

Lightning cracked outside your apartment windows as rain rattled the glass panes. He stood there, gaping at you as you walked around your apartment, packing your things.

"No," he whispered. "MC, please, you can't do this."

You glanced back at him in sympathy as you shook your head. "I'm sorry, Solomon. But you've heard the news; war is on our door step. I can't just sit back and watch, not when I have skills that help."

He gritted his teeth as he clenched onto the enlistment papers you had handed him to read — the very papers with your name written all over them. "If war is really coming, then we can go somewhere away from the war. Away from all of this."

You frowned as you blinked at your partner. "Wait, what?"

Solomon shoved a hand into his suit pocket, quickly magicking a wad of cash into existence before pulling it out in front of you. Your eyes bulged at the sight. "We run. We leave this damned country together. Somewhere the war will never find us. Somewhere safe."

You sighed as you put your hand over his and gently pushed the money back towards him. "I can't. These are my people. My friends. My co-workers. I can't just abandon everything when there's something I can do about it." Keeping your hands on his, Solomon's breath caught in his throat as you pulled him closer to you. "I'm sorry. I understand that you're concerned. But think of it this way, I'm drafted as a telegrapher. I won't even be on the front lines-"

"The front lines don't matter when there are bombs involved," He couldn't help but hiss back, his hands twisting around the money to grip tightly onto yours. "Hospitals were targeted last time. Camps obliterated. What if you're there when- Please, love. I ... I don't want to lose you."

He couldn't lose you. Not yet. Not this soon. He thought he still had decades left with you, not hours.

Your expression softened as you leaned forward and gently pecked Solomon's lips. He savored the sensation of your soft touch like as though it was his final breath of air before death. He clung to every second of your attention and affection that you gifted him with grasping, never-satisfied, hands.

He leaned into your delicate touch, as you cupped his cheek and pulled away. "Solomon, I will do everything in my power to come back to you. Just ... Promise that you'll be here for me when I return."

He closed his eyes, putting of his weight against you as he pulled his lips into a thin line. He wanted to make that promise, but there was more than one reason why he was asking you to run away with him.

You weren't the only one being called to fight — only his was with greater powers that he had been hiding from you.

"I'll do my best," he whispered instead. His heart clenched as he squeezed tightly onto you. "And ... When all this is all done, when we find each other again ..." his heart ached as he met your confused stare, "We never leave each other again. We ... We become forever."

He watched as your breathing halted and realization slowly lit behind your eyes. "A-Are ... Solomon, are you saying that you want to-"

He gathered your lips with his, suffocating the words before they dared enter the world. "Don't say it. Not yet. When all this is over."

You shakily nodded, new tears lining your eyes as you stared at him. "O-Okay. When this is over."

It turns out that was all easier said than done.

The war wasn't quick — Solomon didn't know why he expected it to be. It dragged on for a torturous amount of time filled with seemingly endless evolutions of ways to tear each other apart. Not a day went by that he didn't think of you and yet ...

He hadn't dared to send you a letter, or contact you in anyway.

Solomon didn't doubt that you had attempted to reach him, but he wasn't anywhere close to his normal address. He was traveling across realms, taking part in the supernatural side of the war. He was constantly surrounded by beings who had the ability to snuff out mortal lives with the snap of his fingers — he couldn't let them know about you.

So he went silent. He never spoke of you to anyone. He kept an eye on you and where he knew you were drafted from a distance and ensured that you were safe.

He hated it. God, he hadn't known that being apart from someone could hurt so badly. But he knew it was for the best.

Years passed. Victory was finally earned. The violence and blood shed began to settle, and the world became still once more.

So now he stood outside of the apartment that he hoped you still called home, a bouquet of blue hyacinths in hand and fear stewing in his gut.

With a deep breath, he raised a hand, and knocked on the door.

"Just a moment!"

Several locks clicked and suddenly you were there, looking just as captivating as the day you left.

Your eyes widened as they met his, your butter-soft, kissable lips parting shock. "Solomon," God, he missed the sound of his name dripping from your tongue.

"Hello," he whispered in adoration.

Hearing his voice seemingly shook you out of whatever stupor you had been in, as the beautifully stunned expression on your face melted into fierce furociousness and you began to slam the door.

The wizard quickly stepped forward and caught it. "MC, please! Just a moment!"

"No!" You shouted from behind the door. "You do not get to skip back into my life after abandoning me during a literal war!"

Solomon winced as the heavy oak door rammed against the side of his foot. "My love-"

"You don't get to call me that," you snapped, the door ripping back open. He nearly choked on his own spit at the heat behind the glare you were pointing at him. "I wrote to you daily. I called. And not once did I receive word back. I tried to visit you in the middle of all this mess, you know," you stepped out from your doorway and was now standing nose-to-nose with Solomon. "You weren't home. I asked about you, and even our closest neighbors somehow didn't know who you were. I thought you were dead, Solomon!" His chest ached at the utter grief in your voice as you screamed at him. Your lip quivered as a broken gasp bubbled up them. "Where were you? I- I needed you, and you left me after everything! After you- You had hinted that-"

He moved closer to you, regret pooling in his stomach regardless of how he knew his actions were for the best. Although you may not have wanted to be anywhere near him at this exact moment, he couldn't stand there and watch you fall apart. Without another word, he gathered you tightly into his arms, pulling you as impossibly close as he could and curling himself around you.

For the first time since he first saw your name on your enlistment papers, he could breathe.

"I'm sorry," he whispered as you sobbed into his chest, your balled fists punching against him. "I'm so sorry for leaving you alone. I ... I thought I was protecting you."

Your movements stilled at his explanation. "What do you mean? Are you a spy?"

There was no stopping the snort that ripped out of him. "Oh definitely not. Just ..." he let out a shaky breath and smiled at you. "Let's take this inside. I think it's finally time that I explained a few things."

You stared at him, and for a moment he feared this was the end, that he was about to lose the only mortal that he had truly cared about for centuries. But then you sighed, and you dropped your beautiful eyes to the ground as you stepped back and pushed open the door. "Fine," you breathed and simultaneously breathed hope back into his soul. "Fine. Come in, just ... Talk."

He nearly fell to the ground in relief, but quickly walked in, whispering thank yous under his breath as he did.

After an awkward silence as you made tea (complete with a splash of rum) and some cold sweets you tossed onto a plate, you met him back in the living room and sat sternly across from him. "You have one and only one chance," your words blew over him like the tundra's wind. "Speak."

He swallowed thickly, wiping his unusually calmy palms on his pant legs before taking a deep breath. "This ... This is going to sound insane. You might not believe me, but please, trust that I am telling the truth," your eyes narrowed suspiciously on him as you took a sip of your tea. He nodded in acknowledgment of your attention. "I'm a wizard, an immortal one at that. I was called by the powers of Heaven and Hell to fight the supernatural elements of the war and, as I do every time I leave a location, I wiped the memories of our peers before departing." You looked at him, face remaining neutral, before you slowly set down your drink. "Get out," you hissed, the venomous anger that lay barely restrained under your skin, finally beginning to break loose.

Solomon's heart plummeted. "Love, please. I promise, I'm telling the truth!" You laugh, your expression morphing into one of pure disbelief. "Are you kidding me?! Wizards? Supernatural? Do you even hear yourself?" You choked on your words as you shook your head at him. "If you wanted to lie, you could've done so without mocking my intelligence. Get out."

"I can prove it!" He shouted desperately, rising to his feet. "I can show you!" Without waiting for a response, he began moving his hands in familiar semantics, whispering incantations under his breath as glyphs float in the air for a moment before suddenly a large tome apparated into existence and dropped into his hands. He rushed towards you, flipping open the book and showing you the contents. "This is my spell book. Every spell I've ever created and/or mastered is in here. Look for yourself."

Your eyes widened, jaw dropping a little as you took in the display and the book now being thrust into your hands. You shakily flipped through the fragile pages and sure enough there was page after page of strange symbols and words written in a language you didn't understand. There was a tingling presence to the book that ran through your fingertips up your arms and caused you to shiver.

Solomon slowly comes to stand beside you, watching you take in the precious artifact in your hands. "I wasn't lying," he whispered softly. "I didn't want to go. They didn't give me a choice. Then it was too dangerous for me to stay in contact. I didn't want to risk you getting pulled into an ever greater war than you were already fighting."

At that moment, he wished he could read your mind. Your lips pursed as you continued flipping through the pages. His stomach twisted in knots the longer you perused. There was always the chance that you still wouldn't believe him and would brush him off. There was always the possibility you would believe him, but would be disgusted and would turn him away regardless.

It had all happened before. He didn't want it to happen again. Not with you. But he had no say in the matter.

The snap of the books pages slapping shut pulls his attention back to you as you look up at him. You silently hand it back to him and then you stare. Your eyes dig deep into his soul, they crawl under clothes and beneath his skin, they bury themselves into every mark on his flesh, until they close and you let out a tired sigh, falling against your chair. "That's- It's a lot to take in Solomon," you breathe.

He nods, shifting on his feet and trying to get some grasp on your body language, but the mask you've built for yourself is carefully locked in place and no longer budges for him. "I know," he whispers. "I know it is. But that's the truth, dearest. That's why I left. It's why no one remembers me, but you. Please believe me." You sigh, and run a hand through your hair. "I do, I just-" you cut yourself off, troubled eyes looking into the distance but not truly seeing anything. "This brings out so many more questions. How many other lies did you tell me? If you really are this immortal powerful being, what are you doing here? Why-" Your voice cracks and you finally look at him again — tears, that he has always hated but is now the cause of, lining your eyes. "Why did you chose to haunt me?" He can't handle it. He moves closer, getting down on his knees before you as he takes your hands into his own. "I don't haunt you. I don't have that ability," he lightly jokes before getting serious once more and coming just a little bit closer until your legs brush against each other. "I love you. It's true that I have told you lies before to protect my identity and keep you safe, but that has always been true. I stayed here because I love you. You enchant me, MC. In ways that, even with hundreds of lifetime's of knowledge, I cannot begin to understand," your breath hitches as he runs his thumbs across your knuckles. He leans in and ever so delicately presses a kiss to them.

"Please," he begs with the voice of a broken man whose only thing he had to lose was sitting before him. "I don't want to lose you. Not when we still have time. Let me prove myself to you again. No more lies. Just you. Just me." You hands slip out of his, and a single finger comes under his chin, tilting it up until he was looking at you. For the first time that evening there was something different glimmering in your eyes — a willingness and acceptance. "Alright," you say. "You get one more chance," your other hand swoops around to caress his hair, brushing it up and back away from his face lovingly. "Show me your strange funky world, magic man. All of it this time. Show me the real, Solomon." His body slumps in relief, silver eyes overflowing with the love for you that he has been floating in without you being there to share it with. "I will," he nearly whines. "I will. I promise." And he did. It wasn't easy, but he spent the next year showing you all that he had always fought so hard to keep secret. He introduced you to magic, to other strange and greedy witches. He showed you his demon pact symbols that are burned into his skin, and brought back delicacies from the other realms and taught you about their existance. Slowly, you were introduced to a whole other layer of the man you were already enamoured with. A man who wasn't sketchy or mysterious as people so often thought him to be — but who was curious, childlike in his wonder, and hungry for the knowledge of everything around him.

This Solomon was lighter, even happier than the one you loved before.

And after a year of magic and witches and spells and demons and angels, you approched Solomon as he worked on a potion in your kitchen and pulled out a ring.

You asked to marry this strange wonderful man, and Solomon felt the worlds around him still. You asked to stay by his side, not just for this life time, but to aid you in doing so forever, and Solomon felt the air escape his lungs.

You asked to swear yourself to him and him to you in a pact that no magic could ever comprehend, and Solomon's heart nearly exploded alongside the potion on the stove.

With shaking hands, and trillion reassurances, he said yes. And with a single potion, a piece of paper, and beautifully personal ceremony the two of you were bound together, until the ends of time. It took another month after your marriage and consumption of your immortality potion for him to realize that this was real.

He would never be alone again. ***Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah, I've been trying to write this for so so so long and I'm so happy I finally got it done! Thank you all so much for your patience and hanging around while I worked on these two! I love them so much. I hope you guys do too! Thanks! -B***

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tsukii0002 · 6 months ago

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Mc: Aagh- damn Agonizing ivy.

Mammon: What happen?

Mc: I got hives and burning from the ivy….

Mammon: Oh, leave me just- *proceeds to grab Mc by the wrist and lick the wounded spot*

Mc: *it heals immediately* ??????

Mammon: What? We demons have salivary glands with various effects, including healing.

Mc: *clearly confused* ??????!!!!!!

Mammon: What? We are demons remember? *quietly walks away*

Mc: ????? *still not processing it*

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kiame-sama · 18 days ago

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Humans Are Extinct Yandere TWST x Fem Reader Monster AU pt 40

(Trein is a Sphinx and as a Sphinx he loves riddles, knowledge, and history. He has already heard most riddles in Twisted Wonderland, so the Human sharing riddles with him is rather welcome and entertaining to him. He walks with a permanent limp on one of his back legs, as it was maimed by the Undying Ursus Major- ancestor to all Ursus Minor and nigh unkillable giant bear- while protecting his students. He almost lost the leg- and probably should have had it amputated- but now he walks with a permanent limp and is permanently lame on that leg. He does not regret saving his students.)

Warnings: inky issues, yandere, yandere behavior, obsessive behavior, possessive behavior, manipulative behavior, two mature platonic yanderes having a chat, blot potion, injury, jealousy/envy, MC needs a nap/break, gross imagery, the needs of the many vs the needs of the few, perceived violence, abuse (not towards reader), blood,

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A solemn Shinigami stood, looking out over the sleeping dorm that held his greatest weakness and his greatest strength within. Even is own descendants were resting- for once- and he had tucked them in himself so their night would not be disturbed. Centuries spent in blinding agony, suffering the full weight of his withdrawal and certain he would die in that pain as well.

Having the source of his agony and the source of his drug of choice so close by was soothing to the great and ancient man. The veil of agony lifted and the soft voice of that Human- trusting and kind- acted as a balm for the ragged pain that consumed him so deeply. He would be lying if he said he didn't wish to permanently move into the run-down dorm to keep that Human safe and protected by his own strength.

Still, he was curious to why the Human was so resistant to blot and part of him wanted to see how a full Overblot could be soothed by the Human in question. He didn't wish to put the Human in harms way, nor did he wish to put any of the students through something as damaging as an Overblot just to soothe his curiosity. Perhaps the continued research and studying would prove fruitful.

"You sure are up late."

The elder was somewhat startled by the sudden voice, turning quickly to see the Human-esque shape of the Yeti that had been hired to aid the Human. Though his role was to teach all the students on paper, his role as a protector and teacher to the Human came first. Still, it spoke volumes to his ability to sneak up on the old Shinigami without being noticed.

"Shinigami don't sleep often, and sleep less the older we get."

"Guess that explains it."

The Yeti stood next to the Shinigami, looking at the quiet and still dorm that seemed to loom in the darkness. With the blanket of night came the threat of ill-intended poachers and all manner of beast drawn to the soft Human everyone craved on a primal level. Perhaps it was the Shinigami's mind dulling with his ancient age, but the Yeti was a comfort as a second pair of eyes watching the dorm and protecting the treasure within.

"I had assumed Yeti to be diurnal, is that not the case with you?"

"My sleep schedule has been messed up for a while. Most Ferals and Poachers prefer to mobilize at night, but I needed the information of those awake during the day to find the wretched hives they claimed as home."

"Your reputation precedes you. I hear you have brought down many a Feral in your time."

"I've heard the same about you. I've even heard that you've gone against the Beast more than a handful of times. Most can't even face it once without it costing their lives."

The elder frowned at this, knowing the ancient and cataclysmic threat he spoke of. A beast twisted into the form of a bear that slept deep in the bowels of Sage Island's mines, fathering equally cursed young that wandered deathless through the land. It was a creature that destroyed everything in its endless search for death.

"Yes, that beast is best to remain unbothered. Even one such as yourself would fall before it."

"I don't doubt that. If you struggled against it, I have no chance."

A comfortable silence passed between the two as the dorm seemed to remain quiet and those within continued to slumber. Though the Shinigami knew more than he would ever let on, it was nice to speak with someone that descended from the same branch as Humans. For the Yeti, he was humbled to speak so casually with the ancient being that had seen ages in his long and storied life.

"I have a question of sorts for you, Lord Hades."

"Yes, child?"

"Humans aren't as magicless as we believe, are they?"

"They cannot wield magic, so are considered magicless."

"But they impact others in a different- almost magical- way, correct?"

"... That is correct. In my studies of their kind, Humans are... Addictive. Being around them even for a short time forms an addiction. Depending on how that addiction is 'fed' determines how it takes hold of a magical being's mind."

"So, for argument's sake, touching them makes an addiction to their touch?"

"Yes. Touching them is addictive. Looking at them is addictive. Tasting their skin is addictive. It was not the full fault of the species that consumed them. One taste of a Human's flesh was enough to sink anyone into obsession, needing and craving more until it drove them mad."

Clay frowned at this, thinking back to the odd behavior of the old Bat Fae that had thrown himself into the arms of the Human. The red crimson that the Bat drank down so greedily, filling his stomach with ambrosia. It can't have been coincidence.

"... So the Bat is harming himself on purpose."

"What?"

"That Bat Fae, the impish one that follows the footsteps of the Dragon, he begged (Y/n) for her blood, starving himself until he could get another taste."

This concerned the Shinigami deeply, having already known Lilia was keen to drown himself in his addiction, but not knowing how far it had already gone. If he has gotten a taste of her blood, how long until he wanted more than just blood from the soft Human they all adored?

"He needs to be watched, and needs to be limited if he has already decided to partake after starving himself. It does no good for one of her guards to crave her in such a way-"

The Shinigami fell silent as movement caught his eye. Both fixating on the dark shapes emerging from the dorm and setting the pair on high alert. None should be awake at this time and the fact that such an indeterminate sized group was awake was no small cause for concern.

"Something's wrong."

Clay said, immediately setting after the scurrying group without another glance back at the Shinigami. Something was certainly wrong or would be soon, and that was enough to prompt the Shinigami to follow suit.

~•§•~

You clung to Rook as he scuttled quickly to the school, his Spider legs giving him a speed that had Sebek and Silver struggling to keep up. The events prior to this panicked 'flight' replaying in your head. Rook had been so desperate to seek your aid that it made it difficult for you to deny the Drider despite the protests from your ever faithful Dragon.

It made it even more difficult to demand he stay behind.

"Absolutely not! If he is planning to Overblot, you should be nowhere near him!"

The Dragon had snarled and was clearly concerned for you, trying everything he could to keep you safe in the dorm. He didn't want to face yet another situation where he failed to protect you from harm. He couldn't endure such a thing yet again.

"I can't just let Vil do this! If he is acting this way because of me, then I need to do something to stop him!"

"No, (Y/n), it isn't safe!"

"I don't care if it is safe or not! This is Vil we are talking about! If he Overblots, what happens to his life, to his future?"

You had yelled back at the Dragon who tried to keep you from going anywhere near the begging Drider that continued to plead for help. Time was short and arguing was only pissing that time away when there was little to waste. Even if you knew it was Vil responding to his own addiction to you, the weight of what could happen to him was suffocating you.

Vil was an actor and model who loved his many colors and prided himself on his control. If he Overblots, all of that cultivated beauty and effort he has dedicated his life to may as well be meaningless. His feathers would dull, his pristine face would tear, his life- as he knew it- would end.

All because of you.

You didn't ask for this. You didn't want this. You wanted to go home where the world wasn't addicted to you and vicious because you simply existed. But you couldn't just ignore a genuine plea for help.

You needed to help him, or at least try.

"Malleus, please. I need you to stay here and watch Grim-"

"Absolute not! I-"

"MALLEUS!"

The Dragon flinched at your tone, everyone wincing and curling in on themselves from your intensity. If they valued your happiness as much as they claimed to, he would have no choice but to listen.

"I need you to stay here and look out for Grim. If we all storm Vil, he will feel trapped and may Overblot on his own. I just need to get to him before that happens. If we can stop Vil, I will bring him back and I will be sharing the nest with him to make sure he doesn't tip over that edge until he can get himself under control again."

"The nest is not for outsiders-"

"I don't care if you don't want it, this is my nest now and I choose who gets to be in it. I understand you made this nest, but it is still mine. Tsuno, I need you to be here for Grim and I need to go to Vil. I would do the same for you if you were on the verge of Overblotting. Let me be there for those that need me."

There was a clear worry and stress in the Dragon's eyes as he stared in silence at you, the tension high in the room. Your mentioning of doing the same for him made that tough outer shell break, his eyes full of worry as he stared at you. Just another thing for him to adore you for, your kind heart wanting to keep himself and the others safe, even if it meant stopping them from self destructing.

"... Very well, but you will be taking Silver and Sebek with you. Understood?"

Now Rook scuttled through the school, almost losing your duo of knights in the many twists and turns. Part of you was interested in how Rook could scurry along the walls so seamlessly as he never lost speed in his frantic pace. You had little time to dwell on such things given the situation at hand, but it was something to keep in mind for when you next had a chance.

As the Drider rounded the corner towards the Potions classroom, a sickening glow could be seen from beneath the door. Rook was quick to throw the door open and you both were stunned as the Harpy came into view.

He was laying collapsed on the floor by a dark inky cauldron that was mostly full, bubbling thickly with a potion of liquid shadows. Next to him was what remained of a lovely crystal vial, shattered and in pieces with more of that viscous potion clinging to the remnants. The potion itself was crawling out of the cauldron, leeching and spreading across the floor before up into the open mouth of the Harpy who lay with a deathly stillness.

You didn't wait for Rook to respond as you slid from his back, running to the collapsed Harpy. Seeing him up close was even more disturbing.

Vil's body had the slightest of tremors to it, as if trying to fight the potion that willingly poured itself into his mouth. His eyes were rolled back, the veins slowly darkening with black as his body weakly shook, unable to fight the aggressive bile. His chest did not rise or fall, stuck and choking on the viscous liquid that forced it's way into his mouth, his nose, his eyes, and anywhere else it could find entrance.

Tears rolled from the suffering eyes of the Harpy as the potion choked and suffocated him, almost whimpering sounds fighting to escape his chest. Who knows how long the potion had been choking Vil as he lay unable to fight back against the liquid taking residence in his body. Given the cauldron was mostly full and slowly moving, he must have been suffocating for only a few moments before you and Rook arrived.

"Vil!" You screamed out as you collapsed to your knees next to him, the black inky substance beginning to slide towards you instead, "Vil, please!"

The Harpy either didn't hear you, or he couldn't respond, too engulfed in the potion that sought refuge in his body. More footsteps let you know that Sebek and Silver had caught up, but you refused to take your eyes off of Vil. The thick potion was at your thighs now, sliding up your skin to seek entrance into your body as more began to gurgle from the cauldron.

"Little one, get back! That potion will take you too!"

A familiar voice you couldn't place at the moment screamed out in stress to you, but you didn't care. If you could take blot from those around you, perhaps you could stop this dark sacrifice from taking over Vil. The blot needed a host, and though it was trying to consume the lovely Harpy, it seemed more drawn to you.

You only had seconds to choose, and you hoped you would choose right.

Lifting the Harpy's body into your arms, you gave the blot the fastest way to be absorbed into you and crashed your lips into his. The potion responded immediately.

That inky darkness drew itself out of the Harpy and shoved back into your throat, the tendrils clawing into your nose and eyes as it abandoned the previous prize of the weakened Harpy and instead chose a new host. It was suffocating and despite how your body convulsed in an effort to stop the liquid, it pushed further. You couldn't stop the gagging as your body filled with the globulous ink that choked you. Still, you refused to drop the Harpy, your arms locking up as the potion eagerly abandoned its previous host.

Darkness swirled in your eyes and consumed your vision, leaving you tumbling down deep into shadows.

~•§•~

The Cervitaur and Raiju attempted to rush forward, to stop or lend aid however possible, but the large Shinigami stopped them. It would do no good to let the other younglings fall to the same potion that now covered and coated their beloved Human. Both screamed and writhed against the firm hold of the Shinigami who refused to let them closer. He couldn't let them throw themselves away so easily, even if it was for the Human.

Rook was able to escape the hold of the Yeti, his legs and flexibly helping him as he grabbed whoever he could to pull them out of the writhing mass of ink. The body he tugged on came loose easily and from it he pulled a shaking and convulsing Vil. Even as he wrenched the Harpy free from the hold of the blot, any trace left on him squealed and rolled back into the larger blob that still held the cherished Human captive.

Any attempt to sink his arms back into the blob were ineffective as it shoved both Drider and Harpy back, refusing to give up its quarry held within. The potion almost seemed alive in how it writhed, slowly losing size and shrinking down as more forced its way into the Human. Clay had to drag a frantic Rook and limp Vil to stop them from being consumed or trying to reach the Human.

"Non! Release me! Mon Trickster-!"

As they fought to free themselves, the collapsed Harpy slowly began to come around. His head was spinning and his very being ached in pain as he slowly lifted himself from the stone floors of the classroom. He looked up to see the inky abomination he created trying to consume the one he longed for.

He did this.

In his desperation to be noticed and finally acknowledged by the soft Human everyone seemed to love, he created a monster. A monster that tried to consume him and choked him so agonizingly slowly he had longed for death before it was being ripped back out of him. That cold pain from the blot was nothing he had experienced before and now he had thrust that suffering onto the very one he loved.

Clay was too busy and too focused on Rook to realize the Harpy had regained himself, unable to stop the feathered student from rushing forward, slamming a heavy lid down onto the cauldron and forcing it to sever the connection between the tendrils of ink and the deep pools of blot inside the cauldron. Successfully severing the link from the source, the remaining free blot screeched and scurried faster into the form of the Human, trying to escape into the limp body.

The potion still inside of the cauldron fought to escape, but a swift binding spell from the elder Shinigami kept it contained as Vil tried unsuccessfully to get that remaining blot away from the choking Human. Escaping through his fingers like smoke, it sank into the skin of his beloved.

"No!"

The Harpy cried and tried to fight the inky shadows that faded from view, settling inside the slightly convulsing body. He couldn't let his own blinded and misguided plans take the Human away from him so easily. To think, the one he refused to harm and longed for the attention of was the one who suffered his arrogant folly.

He had been so consumed by his jealousy that he had willingly sent his own faithful Hunter away on a fool's errand to get components he didn't need, completing his potion without witnesses. The intent was to only have a small bit of that potion, just enough to trigger an Overblot, but instead it latched itself to his face. Vil didn't even have the chance to scream as it flowed into him and choked him, agonizingly slow and bringing all of that negative thought to the surface of his mind.

What a fool he had been!

~•§•~

You felt lost, tumbling through shadows and left adrift in a sea of ink that smothered out all light. Only darkness seemed to remain inside and outside of your body, leaving you wandering the shadows of pain and suffering. Voices murmured and babbled mindlessly around you, the feeling of hands grabbing at you and tearing your soft flesh as if each hand could take a chunk from you for themselves.

Despite how you tried to flail and fight back against the hands, your limbs hit nothing and you felt as if you were thrashing uselessly. Drowning in the darkness that sought to consume you. No hands were touching you, yet you felt like you were being torn to pieces by unforgiving claws.

Eventually the loud wailing of a child came to the front of your mind and you were shoved from the shadows into an unusual scene. Around you were the opulent walls of what had to be someone's home, expensive looking furniture strewn about as if a fight had taken place. Intricate carpets were shoved to the side and lay as haphazardly as the furniture.

"Disgusting little whelp! You should have never been born!"

The screeching voice of a woman compelled you forward, exiting the room you were in to see a truly heartbreaking sight in the next. What looked like a young and downy feather covered Harpy child was sobbing, trying to seek shelter beneath a heavy metal and stone table. His rounded face was almost unfamiliar to you, but the blond and purple ombre hair gave you a good idea who this child was.

Above the table- clawing with hands and taloned feet- was a lovely Harpy woman with vivid purple and blue feathers. She was hissing and seemed to want to attack the poor child that was screaming for help as he hid beneath the table. Though she could not reach him, and did not seem to have the strength to get through the table to get to him, that didn't stop her from trying.

"Mommy, please-!"

The child cut off with a crying yelp as the Woman's talons caught his shoulder, leaving a deep and bleeding cut. His soft downy feathers became sticky with the red blood as he sobbed and screamed. The woman screaming back.

"Do not call me that! Never accuse me of mothering such a wretched and hideous Feral brat like you! You took everything from me!"

"Please, stop, mommy! Please, I'm sorry-!"

"Silence, you wretch!"

You couldn't stop yourself from running forward, trying to shove the female Harpy away as she attacked the child again. As you reached her, your hands and body went right through her and you realized this must have been the same as when you saw Alistair's haunted memories. Instead, an adult hand gripped the Harpy female and threw her backwards, away from the weeping child.

The man who had thrown her looked eerily similar to Vil, only his strong jawline made him more masculine appearing compared to the lovely Harpy you knew. If you had to guess, the two adult Harpies were Vil's parents, and his mother was the one attacking him.

"Don't you dare stop me, Erik, that hideous brat deserves death for what he did to me!"

"Get away from him, Calliope! Vil did nothing to you-"

"That Feral is why I can't have any more eggs! He ruined my life!"

"He is a child! He did nothing to you-!"

The female screeched, this time turning her violence against the Harpy male that stopped her. The two Harpies fought viciously, tumbling out of the room in a flurry of hisses and wings as they battled. Before you could follow, the sudden feeling of something wrapping around your leg made you look down in surprise.

Large violet eyes filled with tears looked up at you, seeking comfort after the painful experience he had at the hands of his own mother. His shoulder above his left wing bled and it was clear the child version of Vil was barely holding himself together. A lost child seeking comfort from the only place he felt he could receive it.

"Vil..."

You couldn't help but fall to one knee, pulling the sobbing Harpy boy close as he whimpered into your shoulder, gripping your shirt tightly in his little fists. He shook and flinched every time another loud bang was heard from the room adjacent where the adults continued to brawl. He couldn't have been a day older than five.

"Please don't ye-yell at me... I'm sorry..! I-" the chick hiccupped and sobbed, his little face flushed with red as he squeezed his eyes shut and held tighter to your leg, "I'll be- be a good boy, I s-swear!"

"He deserves death!"

"How can you say that about our chick? He's just a boy! Where did all of that love go when we incubated his egg?"

"How could I ever love such a wretched little beast? That monster took everything from me! And if you can't see that, then maybe neither of you are worth loving!"

A loud bang followed the hissed argument and the house fell into silence. Young Vil shivered and sobbed into you, slowly fading away from your view and back into the darkness you had been adrift in before. Your time spent in the shadows was shorter, but no less suffocating as you where thrown into yet another scene.

A young teen Vil stood with his back against a wall, his wings wrapped around him to protect himself as other kids of various species threw stones at him. They were jeering and laughing any time Vil yelped from another lobbed stone as they continued to pelt the Harpy.

"We don't want villains like you here!"

"Go back to your tree, Harpy!"

"Get out of here, freak!"

Again you tried to intervene, and again you phased through them unseen and unheard. Part of you wanted to scream in frustration and pain, but even if you did, no one would hear it. Instead, help came in the form of a fluffy white furred boy with an elongated muzzle and bright yellow eyes.

"Leave him alone!"

The other children ran when they saw the Wolf charging at them, scrambling and tripping over their legs as they fled from the other boy. That same boy who stopped once the rest of the kids had run and turned back to Vil, who had slumped to the ground with his face in his hands.

"Hey... Are you okay? Did they hurt you?"

"Go away! I don't need your help!"

The teen grabbed one of the stones that had been thrown at him, halfheartedly trying to hit the Wolf that had helped him. That Wolf refused to leave though, approaching and sitting next to the curled up Harpy who eventually leaned against the furred teen, seeking comfort from the one who stood up for him.

"It isn't fair they treat you like that."

"Haven't you heard? I'm Vil the villain... Of course they hate me."

"They shouldn't! You just pretend to be a villain for movies and stuff, I've seen your work and you are so good at it."

"It takes a villain to play a villain."

"I don't think you're a villain."

"You might be the only one..."

The scene shifted once more, this time going straight into the next scene instead of casting you back into the darkness. This scene was a more familiar one, as you recognized the general layout of a Pomefiore dorm room. It was decorated and even the curtains were embellished in golden designs that gave an air of opulence.

"Why is it never me..?"

The soft voice of Vil as you knew him now almost whimpered out behind you. Turning to see the Harpy, a kind of pity pulled at your heart. His mascara had run down his cheeks as he was clearly crying, glaring into the mirror before him with a deep hiss.

"Why can I never be the first choice for anyone? Why do I always have to be the villain..?"

He gripped the frame of the mirror and rest his forehead against it, his nails digging into the wood of the frame. The Harpy let out a sad sigh, looking back up at his face with a wince.

"My own mother could not love me... Why would (Y/n)? I am unlovable... Hideous, disgusting, worthless Harpy. Completely and wholly unlovable... I do not deserve her affection... I do not deserve any of it..."

~•§•~

Coming back into awareness was painful and sudden, your body responding for you as you flipped from your back onto your front. The convulsions were the first thing you registered, hacking and spitting out mouthfuls of the black ichor. It seemed to try and reach back out to you, wanting to return to the host it had chosen, but blue flames ignited it and burned the squealing blobs. Each mouthful squealed and tried to run from the flames, taking refuge inside of the empty cauldrons the others fled to.

As you finally could take a breath, one more sudden rush of mucus covered ink ran screaming from your throat. This one felt like it took all of your strength just to eject it from your body, the hissing of the blob only louder as the blue flames forced it back and into the cauldron with the rest. A sudden lid came down on the cauldron, chains wrapping around it and sealing the squealing beast inside.

Your arms shook, collapsing beneath you as you fell to the ground, panting down the crisp and clean air around you. Each breath was exhilarating as if you had been starving for oxygen while the blot come to life smothered you. A large hand rest against your back, rubbing soothing circles and lifting you from the cold ground.

The figure slowly rolled you into their arms and you noticed the concerned expression of Papa Hades gazing down at you. His worry sparked a stressed feeling in your mind as you vaguely tried to recall what could have upset him so much. Over his shoulder, Silver, Sebek, and Rook let out heavy weeping sobs, trying to console one another and hold themselves together.

You turned your head away from the group, looking for the Harpy whose darkest memories had played across your vision in some macabre video of sorrow. Vil kneeled next to you, weeping just as heavily as the others. One of your hands weakly reached out, brushing against the cheek of the Harpy who startled from the touch.

"... Vil..?"

"(Y/n)!"

The Harpy almost tried to wrench you out if the hold of the elder Shinigami, pulling you close to him with loud sobs of relief. Despite seeming hesitant of the Harpy, Papa Hades allowed the Harpy to hold you. Slowly you felt like you could move again. Certainly worse for wear, but conscious enough to understand the sobbed words of the Harpy.

"I- I am..! I am so sorry, (Y/n)! I will leave Night Raven College, I will leave Sage Island! I refuse to stay where I could harm you again-!"

"Vil."

"I don't want you to leave."

"... Please..." the Harpy whimpered, "... Please don't yell at me... I'll be good and leave you alone... I swear..."

"... What?"

"Vil, do you really think I would come all the way here in the middle of the night if I wanted you gone?"

"... No."

"You made a bad choice, Vil. Did you even stop to think how Overblotting would ruin everything you've worked to achieve? Have you seen Alistair? Riddle? What would it do to you?"

"... It would make me as ugly outside as I am inside."

You winced slightly, having seen the pain in his heart and the weight he carried. The world saw flawless and immaculate Vil Schoenheit, but you saw a weeping child scorned by his mother for simply existing. An adult with a wounded child hidden away in his heart, longing for someone to finally love him when his mother could not.

"Vil..."

You sighed and pulled the Harpy close, kissing his forehead as he tensed in your arms. He eventually melted into it and curled close, cooing at you affectionately and resting his head against your shoulder. His wings lay over you body and you let the Harpy collect himself. It was obvious that though you had absorbed almost all of that vile concoction from Vil's system, he was still drained physically and emotionally.

"Come on."

"... What?"

"We're going to my nest in Ramshackle. It's not as fancy or put together as your dorm, but I really don't think you should be alone right now."

The Harpy smiled gently and genuinely at this, grateful you were not screaming at him as his heart wouldn't be able to take it. The weight of his actions was crushing him and he felt properly miserable, making it hard to even enjoy the fact you wanted him in your nest. It wouldn't have been worth it and he sees that now.

You noticed only the slightest difference in the appearance of the Harpy, the faintest of deep blacks at the edges of his tail and wing feathers, adding a kind of faint striping pattern down the outer flight feathers. Nothing too outwardly destructive, but a subtle sign of the blot altering his appearance if you looked closely enough.

"It seems yet another data point will have to be added to this study."

#kiame-sama #yandere #humans are extinct twst au #tw yandere #yandere x reader

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Since this is ts year I’ve been wanting to get back into writing hcs for the cast! >:] this was the first idea that came to mind I hope you enjoyyy !!

How The Ts Cast would comfort You After A Nightmare

Warnings: uhhh ?? Probably ooc ?? Mentions of smoking since—Ais- a lil suggestive in vere’s but i think that’s it!!

Notes: Gn mc, fluff, somewhat of established relationships??

Leander:

Leander notices your unease before you’re even fully awake. He doesn’t usually sleep, even with your head on his chest. (Or vice versa) He relaxes in your presence, yes, but he can’t force his eyes to shut.

He feels you shift, sees your brows furrow, and knows something isn’t right.

He loves nothing more than being the first person you see after a nightmare. The first person that gets to comfort you.

He will use the fact he can touch your hands to its full advantage.

Takes them and puts his cheeks in your palms. Leaning slightly over you so you can fiddle with his hair.

Will definitely bring your hand to his chest too, “Listen to my heartbeat. I’m here. You’re here. We’re safe. You’re safe with me.”

Hm hm so sweet

Still don’t trust anything he says

Further into your relationship, you can convince him to sing to you.

His deep voice (which I’m still processing btw he did NOT give me deep voice vibes) lulls you into a peaceful rhythm. You can -feel- every note leave his chest, his hands tracing circles on your spine.

If he can get you to talk about what you dreamt about, he’d tell you that he’ll protect you from whatever is bothering you.

You can trust him to be stronger than what or who you’re frightened of. You just have to trust him.

Ais

Ahhh, comfort is not his thing. Or he doesn’t think it is.

But he understands, at least.

He knows what it’s like struggle with nightmares. I’m imagining having dreams in a hive mind is the absolute WORST

He’ll most likely tell you to get up and walk around. Probably come out and have a smoke with him. Get the night air on your face, get your mind grounded.

He’s the opposite of Leander in the sense he won’t ask what you had a nightmare about. He knows to give you space.

He will listen if you do want to talk about it though.

He’s there for you, a steady presence that is just comforting to be around. And he’ll listen for as long as you need. Or just stand by you until you’re ready for sleep again.

Will make you tea once you’re back inside, to warm you up.

“Calms the brain down.” He says as he hands you a cup.

You know he’s talking from experience.

Princess doesn’t leave your side when she notices you’re upset. She’ll put her head on your lap as you drink your tea, offering—not exactly *fur* therapy (idk what…soulless have?) but comfort nonetheless.

If you stay up the rest of the night, Ais is up with you. By the end of the night you have a blanket over your shoulders, an empty cup of tea and a small sense of ease.

Kuras

Still unsure if he sleeps? But if you’re together he won’t argue against sleeping in bed with you.

Similar in a way to Ais, in how he’ll give you a cup of tea and advise things that helps you ground yourself.

Helps you mediate, or just simply clear your mind.

He’ll hold your bandaged hands, and you can feel the warmth despite the barrier.

Soft voice telling you to find five things you can see if the nightmare sent you into a panic attack.

If you’re restless after you wake up, he’ll propose you take a night-time stroll with him.

Will ask you once what you dreamt about, with the intent of knowing how to help you, but if you don’t want to talk about it he won’t pry.

His presence is an anchor, and after just a short amount of time you’re feeling peaceful.

He will try to help you get back to sleep, as a full rest is important. And it’s surprisingly easy to slip back into unconsciousness when you lay next to him. A protective arm around you, the smell of his hair .

You know the comforting feeling of warm water on your hands when you wake up super early? Thst kinda makes you wanna dose off again? That’s the same vibe his aura gives.

Your dreams are full of light when you manage to shut your eyes again.

Mhin

Don’t have anything for this one because if I was sleeping next to Mhin nightmares aren’t what I’m having okay okay

Just kidding I have quite a few ideas 😇

Like Ais, Mhin doesn’t really know how to comfort. At least not anymore.

In fact, taking in Mhin’s character I’ll say you weren’t at the stage yet where you were sleeping together (😖💔)

My vision is this

You awake from your nightmare, panting, sweat rolling down your skin, and you just need to get out.

You go wherever your feet take you, desperately needing fresh air. The walls are too tight, the presence of strangers in the same building as you is suddenly nauseating. (Real.)

You don’t even really know where you’re going, and don’t get snapped out of your haze till you hear a familiar scolding voice. (Baby ur my angggggellll)

“I thought I told you to stay off the streets at night.”

Now whether you tell them you had a nightmare or not, Mhin still notices something’s up.

And though you aren’t at the ‘sleeping together’ stage, you are still steadily trusting each other.

Mhin takes you to the one place they know is a comfort. The alley with most of Eridia’s stray cats.

Fur therapy babyyyy !

After you spend some time with the cats, possibly opening up to Mhin, they then follow you back just to make sure ur stupid butt gets home safely.

But but hhhh

Okay okay listen, you know how Mhin knows anatomy ??

Well they also know the exact pressure points on your body that can calm down your mind.

Their… THEIR hands showing you where to PrESs hhhhr (sorry the beast is winning, I can’t control it)

A pleasant coldness against your skin, the barest touch on your neck when they show you the point under your collarbone.

Before they leave, they slip your covers over your shoulders. And when they think you’re asleep, they leave you with a gentle kiss on the forehead. ☹️

Vere

Ahhh vere vere vere…my arch nemesis…

Now okay- YOU’RE GONNA HAVE TO HEAR ME OUT ON THIS ONE

Soft vere 🥺

Maybe you’re at the point in your relationship when he only sleeps well when he can smell your scent, feel you near. Hear your heartbeat merging with his.

Sleeping with vere is very secure, perhaps a bit possessive, his most gentle also his most violent.

His grip is tight around you, claws sometimes digging uncomfortably into your back. Like he expects someone to come pry you out of his hands.

But his tail is also a comforting weight, gentle as he wraps it around you.

Like leander, he knows instantly when you’re having the nightmare. He lets out a growl as you shift, but it’s not at you specifically (well- maybe a LITTLE because ur kinda throwing off his beauty sleep) but more at whatever must be scaring you.

When he wakes up, notices it’s a nightmare, he feels annoyed he can’t actually fight anyone.

I’m noticing a pattern in the fact not many of the cast knows how to comfort lmaohshshsh

He may make a few flirty remarks “We could always do something to distract you, my dear.”

And hey if that works that works but I’m scared of that close of intimacy so I have a different thought in mind

Side note do you think vere is the type to use ‘my dear?’ I really can’t tell if he’s the type to use that or ‘darling’ for some reason it doesn’t fit in my eyes

ANYWAY

I do think either way he uses something to distract you. He tells you stories about his day, about his life—you honestly can’t tell if the tales are real or not.

But some of them get you laughing

…you also get to pet his ears <333

Idk if foxes purr but he does get so cozy he makes whatever the fox equivalent is.

Holds you somehow closer when you’re back asleep. And it may be silly but he can’t go back to sleep because of how angry he is that isn’t at full power.

You should have nothing to fear when you’re with him. Well, other than him himself.

If your nightmare was a product of someone who hurt you, they are now on his ‘will eat once free’ list.

Annnd there we have it !!! I hope you enjoyed !! <3 I’m still pretty rusty but hopefully I’ll get back into a small groove ! (Ignore HOW MHIN’S WAS A LIL LONGER THAN THE OTHERS.)

I hope you eat your favorite treat, see a really cool bug, (unless ur scared of them) and spot a heart somewhere in nature!

#touchstarved headcanons #touchstarved x reader #leander x reader #ais x reader #kuras x reader #mhin x reader #vere x reader #touchstarved leander #Touchstarved Ais #Touchstarved Kuras #touchstarved Mhin #touchstarved Vere #Touchstarved game

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