#the sunflower jewel fanfic

[barbstail]

The Sunflower Jewel (A Michael X MC fanfic) part 1

(After Devildom falls under a mysterious non-stop snow storm, MC is borrowed by the celestial realm in exchange for a stone that can temporarily save Devildom.)

(MC goes by gender neutral pronouns.)

Mc arrived followed by their usual seven demons who all took their respective seats along the large table. Diavolo and Barbatos were already in their seats. It wasn’t long before Diavolo, with a stern and grim expression, spoke up. “You all know why you are here.”

“Who can I blame for this!” Asmodeus demanded, his hair had clearly fallen victim to the storm’s winds.

“Ya! Who ruined my money makin'! I was going to be rich!” Mammon protested.

“All the restaurants are closed…” Beelzebub groaned.

Before the rest could lay out their complaints they were stopped by Lucifer’s deadly glare. Silence fell onto the meeting room. Lucifer coughed, before meeting his attention back to Diavolo. Taking the small cue from Lucifer, the prince began to speak. “I’m sure all of you are aware of just how serious of an issue this is and just how important it is to find both the solution and source of this issue,” He went on “We have found no leads on where this storm might have come from and if we leave this storm as it is then-.” He was interrupted by a knock at the doors.

Barbatos answered the door and out came a group of familiar faces. There was Raphael, Simeon, Luke, and Solomon. Solomon with his typical smile spoke “Pardon, we can as soon as we heard.”. After being welcomed in by Dia they all took the rest of the empty seats, leaving only one chair left. Lucifer, taking note of this spoke up “Are we expecting company?”.

Diavolo looked over to Lucifer and did a subtle nod. “With this kind of matter, I asked for assistance from the celestial realm.” He answered before adding “He should be here shortly.”. Lucifer raised a brow “Who-?” but his question was already answered when there was a bright golden light outside the door followed by the meeting door being opened and out came a both familiar and unfamiliar face.

Mc gave the newcomer a curious look. It was so odd to see someone who shared so many characteristics of Lucifer but not at the same time. If it weren’t for the man’s white longer hair, blue eyes, tan skin, and outfit then it would be hard to tell Lucifer and the newcomer apart.

“Welcome, Michael. I’m so glad you come and join us.” Diavolo greeted.

“Archangel Michael!” Luke beamed, giving a smile that could practically warm up this entire cold room.

The rest of the crowd gave either a more positive or a more natural reaction to the reveal.

Michael gave a soft smile to the people around him, giving a small wave of the hand. “Hello again, I hope you’re all in good condition despite the situation.” His tone was professional but gentle at the same time. He walked over and took the empty seat beside Luke and Ralphael.

“Long time no see.” Solomon acknowledged. Michael gave a look of agreement. “We simply must meet up again sometime.” He responded but before any more familiar greetings could occur Diavolo cut to the chase. “Arch Michael, has the celestial realm agreed to assist the Devildom?”. The two gazes meet, and Michael is taken aback by the bluntness. “I do not blame you for being on edge, lord Diavolo. I know I would be too,” The Angel started “The celestial realm has agreed to help the Devildom in exchange for agreeing to our conditions.” After Michael finished his sentence there was a wave of annoyance from the demons in the room.

“Of course there are conditions,” Mammon muttered.

“Classic celestial realm,” Leviathan commented.

“What conditions?” Lucifer spoke up. The two shared eye contact before Michael reached into his bag and pulled out something that was clearly wrapped with care. With a careful hand, the angel began to unwrap it to show a beautiful jewel. “If you place this sun jewel in this castle’s tower it should create magic powerful enough to fight off the storm that has taken over the Devildom. We offer this as a temporary solution as I’m sure the answer to this storm will be found eventually.” He explained.

“That is…” Lucifer muttered under his breath.

Michael nodded. “The jewel from all those years ago, you could imagine how long it took to find it again.” The angel had a nostalgic look in his eyes as he looked down at the jewel. “As you can imagine, this artifact is incredibly precious to both the Celestial Realm and to me, which is why I cannot just let the Devildom just borrow the sunflower jewel.” He explained. “In exchange for this artifact, the celestial realm with borrow something or someone of equal value to Devildom.”.

Diavolo spoke up “We have plenty of artifacts to give.”

“I’m afraid it’s not that simple.” Michael frowned.

“Of course.” Lucifer scoffed.

The archangel coughed into his fist, getting Raphael's attention. “Raphael, could you please show them how we will ensure that we are getting something of equal value?” He asked to which Raphael stood up from his seat. Pulling out an oddly shaped stone, he began to whisper an incantation. The stone floated in Raphael’s hand, spinning round and round before suddenly bolting in MC’s direction.

MC flinched in response to the incoming rock, mammon being quick to shield them from the incoming blow. But just as the stone was about to hit, it stopped in place in mid-air. Mammon peaks over his shoulder to see the stone floating in mid-air. “Hey, what gives?!” He exclaimed in an irritated tone of voice. He still kept his arms wrapped around MC, not taking the chance.

“The judgment stone has found something of equal value,” Michael explained.

Mammon perked up. “Heh! I know I’m awesome and all but there’s no way I’m going to the celestial realm.” He said, looking ever so egotistical. He finally let go of MC, moving away from them but the stone didn’t move.

“It doesn’t want you, Mammon.” After Raphael said that, one by one it began to click to the crowd what this meant. MC would be the one that would be borrowed by the celestial realm.

“There's no way they’re going!” Mammon exclaimed, turning to look at his dear human. “Right, MC? Ya ain’t gonna agree to this are ya? Who knows how long they’ll keep ya!” MC furrowed their brow at their first man’s words, clearing thinking.

Diavolo, with his arms crossed, looked over to Michael. “Just how long will you be borrowing MC?” The prince asked the archangel. “For as long as you keep the sunflower jewel we will keep MC. Once the jewel is returned so will the exchange student.” With Michael’s words, Diavolo seemed to ponder the idea in his head. “Will MC be cared for?” He questioned. The angel nodded. “Of course, MC will be our guest after all. They’ll be treated like royalty, I presume you’ll treat our jewel with the same respect as well?”.

“I will do it.”

Everyone’s heads turned to MC. “I agree to the deal,” MC reassured with their typical look of determination in their eyes. Some of the demon brothers were about to protest but were quickly silenced by the celestial prince “Does this mean we have a deal?” He said, his blue eyes peering straight through the demon prince. Diavolo narrowed his eyes, before finally breaking his temporary silence “It’s a deal.”.

Next part

[moshpitgamma]

My Sunflower|| John Dory x Fiancé!Reader

Warnings:Angst+Fluff

(This is my first real fanfic so Plss don’t be TOO harsh)

YALL ITS LONG OK😭

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“John! I’m home!” Said the exhausted troll walking through the door of their shared apartment. “Huh? Damn it’s 9pm.” Y/n said checking the time. “Hun, You here?” They screamed again wondering why their fiancé wasn’t answering. When they didn’t get a response they started to get anxious, but convinced themselves he went to either the studio or to hang out with his brothers.

The clock finally hits 11:03pm and still there isn’t a sign of JD. “Why isn’t he answering his phone?” You said with worry laced in your voice. His brothers also didn’t answer their phones for god knows what. Now you’re in full panic mode pacing back and forth in the dining room blowing UP his phone with messages and calls. After your many failed attempts of contacting him you finally decided to call the only person you KNEW that was gonna pick up. So you called his grandma.

Once she answered you tried to hide your anxiousness and your panicked voice, but she caught on to it quickly. “Hi Mrs. Rosie, do you know where John is? I haven’t spoke to him since this morning before I went to work.” You asked frantically hoping that she would cure the pulsating adrenaline going through your body. When you finished your nauseating questions the silence you both held was fueling it like you were going to burst. When the never ending silence finally came to an end a sigh was heard. "Hun Bun….JD left hours ago after their embarrassing show fail." she told you with reassurance and empathy. She then continued to tell you how and what happened between the brothers. The last thing you ever heard from her was “Sweetie just give it time.” So you waited…

And waited….

And waited….

Until 20 years have passed and still no sign of John. You were invited to the royal wedding of King Grisel and Bridget and was currently trying to find a dress. While rampaging you closet like a mad woman you come across and unfamiliar bagged dress. When you took it out you stared at it with tears welling up in your eyes. It was your dress he proposed to you in. It was admired in jewels and yellow sunflower like petals and soft like satin and silk. It was one of a kind. Your debating stopped instantly and you proceeded to put on the dress.

FAST FORWARD TO WEDDING :>

“We are gathered here today t-.” “STOP THE WEDDING!” A random voice yelled…

You felt like your heart was going to jump out your chest from all the adrenaline rushing. Trying to force your tears down you finally built enough courage to turn around and look to where everyone else was looking. When you finally saw who it was your tears finally escaped their haunted and sorrowful chamber. He was there……

Standing in front of Branch?

Trying to pick him up?

You didn’t wanna get noticed in this state so you turned to leave but you felt a hand grab your flushed smaller ones. It was Branch..”Are you ok?”he asked knowing you weren’t. “I’m ok.” You said quickly dismissing his attempts of comfort. Before you could leave you heard a nickname you never knew you would hear again. “My sunflower?” He must’ve felt the tension he created so he hurried to you and begged you too listen to his explanations and excuses. You couldn’t do nothing, BUT listen so you gave him 3 minutes. “The reason I left was because Brozone was turning into a disaster and I needed to just space myself away for a while!”

You didn’t know whether to be mad or sad or HELL even glad but you knew he was trying to get you to understand. “But did you have to go?” Tears welling up..

Silence…….

“Did you have to leave me alone without telling me ANYTHING?!!?”

“I-“ you didn’t let him finish before you started walking off letting the emotions and realization sink in. He knew he fucked up… He couldn’t let you leave…. He needed his flower…He ran up to you and hugged you as hard as he could to prevent you from leaving and cried like hell was dragging him away from the heaven he created with you. “Sunflower PLEASE, I promise I’ll never leave you again!!” He repeated like his life depended on it. You slowly started to give in and soothed him. “Please Hun, I promise I’ll pro-“ He couldn’t even get done with his sentence before feeling the feeling he oh so missed….

Your lips…

“Please Don’t leave me again.” You said barely above a whisper and your teary E/C eyes looked at him.

He smiled warmly and responded with nothing but sincerity..”Of course not my sunflower.”

THE ENDDDDDDD☺️🫶🏿

[liz-allyn]

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[omoiintensifies]

Posting chapter 1 of Tsuki fanfic. 18 chapters are already out in case you want to read more.

Tsuki 🌙

 Anime » Naruto Rated: M, English, Hurt/Comfort & Angst, Sasuke U., Hinata Hyuuga

Chapter 1

Artist credit (follow them on twitter): https://mobile.twitter.com/dhjs_0010

A/N: This story is post-war, canon-divergent. Angst and trauma are major themes but if you'd stick around, you'd get a whiff of love as well. [SasuHina]

Hinata sat in the back garden with her eyes on the ground. The sun was lifting his head over her horizon but she chose to concentrate at the dew-covered ground under which rare saplings slept in the soil, twinkling like stars under her Byakugan.

After war, even when Naruto was safe, she didn't let go of her training. She might have started out with a purpose, but training came naturally to her now. The idea of purpose did not matter and even though, the purpose was the jewel of her heart, her training transcended beyond thoughts and emotions. With some more time and effort, her Byakagun sharpened to realize that even trees had souls. Is this how her ancestor felt? The ill-fated Kaguya.

But these trees were nothing like the husk of ten-tails. They had no violence. By looking at their nature energy, the bare minuscule that she could muster to visualize, she felt that she belonged. A little less alien on the planet, she found amidst war, which was never originally hers. Her thoughts had turned less chaotic the day she had found out about this truth. It felt like uncovering a forgotten memory...deep down, she always felt that the planet was not her original home. But she easily suppressed such thoughts. What good would come out of them?

She got up, straightened her gardening skirt, and lifted her head to look at the sun--the effect was immediate. Her face bloomed like sunflowers would bloom against the sunshine. In that moment, she felt grateful to be alive--filled with humility, root of her essence.

At the cottage's entrance, she took off her slippers and noiselessly slipped into the kitchen. For Kurenai, it was as difficult as an upper rank mission to fall asleep these days, and it made Hinata worry. With little Mirai on Kurenai's hands, it was already a struggle to set a sleeping schedule to begin with. Having a child as a shinobi was not an easy business, Hinata noted to herself. But being a shinobi does grant mental and physical agility against the challenges of of parenthood (single parenthood in this case).

Hinata took a steaming cup of tea to Kurenai's bedroom and stole a minute to admire the heart-warming scene. Mirai slept peacefully in her mother's arms. Her mother, asleep as herself, cradled Mirai's head to restrain restless movements brought on by unknown dreams that the child was incapable of articulating just yet. Observing this scene in secrecy, something tugged at Hinata's heart and like a child, she too found herself incapable of articulating the feeling that filled her with gratitude. Warmth climbed up her face and she felt her heart burst with joy.

After moving to a secluded cottage, two weeks away from Konoha, Hinata had never felt so free. But more so, she felt that she belonged. Of course, it was not a vacation for any of them. They would not have left behind Konoha if they could help it. But Naruto, who was now the Hokage, had decreed all genjutsu masters to go into hiding. For Kurenai, one of the elite shinobis of the village, the summons were personal. She was advised to take a squad of jonin along but Kurenai being Kurenai, refused such indulgence. Yet since it was Hokage's order, she couldn't shun it altogether and requested Hinata's able company for guardianship.

Shikamaru didn't want to hear the end of it. He would accompany Mirai and her mother to the end of the world. That was his promise. But on Naruto's compliance to Kurenai's suggestion, he had to give in.

Hinata felt a tinge of pride in her sensei's choice but also took the responsibility very seriously. The danger to Kurenai's life was no joke. In the fourth shinobi war, for the first time, all hidden villages and capitals, even the commoners, encountered the chakra-art, and not just any chakra-art, a Tsukuyomi: the most powerful genjutsu in existence. It was potent and addictive, not just for commoners but also for the surviving shinobis. Especially for the surviving shinobis. Those who were dealing with the very grief of surviving against the sea of the dead. After Madara's Tsukuyomi was lifted, a rude awakening had immediately followed.

As people fell off trees like fruits, there were cries across the planet as if millions of toddlers were broken from their sleep. The wailing was gut-wrenching. While the elite shinobis of higher ranks managed to withstand the genjutsu's after-effects, they were barely a minority. The rest of the masses wanted to return to the dream where their dead loved ones waited for them for an embrace.

Different villages took different approaches to solve this dream-hunger. In Hidden Cloud Village, as moon effigies popped up in the corners of the village, the Raikage ordered imprisonment for anyone carrying such contrabands and symbols of delusions. He would literally destroy the moon if he had to, he had confessed to his brother. In the Hidden Mist Village, on the other hand, they would produce confusion tactics to quiten the rebels from propagating their ideology. But when that didn't last, ANBU level ninjas hunted these moon rebels and attacked their underground tunnels with a fog filled with numbing agents, quite literally smoking the rats out. Even the peace-loving Sand, under the benevolent guardianship of Gaara, understood the violence of such moves with sorrow. Grief tugged at Gaara's heart when he had to entomb the rebels to cease the spread of madness, he himself grew up with. In a strange reversed situation, Gaara recognized the familiar madness in the villager's eyes, a madness that had been his friend since childhood. He knew, if left uncontrolled, it will infect everyone. Madara's dream might just posthumously come true.

But the situation plummeted after Konoha's move. In a meeting with the Konoha council, Kakashi found himself staring blankly in the fire. Daimyo's strange suggestion of re-installing a small-scale genjutsu for Konoha. His reasoning came at a striking period of time when Kakashi was about to transfer his power to Naruto, and so neither Kakashi nor Naruto had enough political power to counter Daimyo's suggestion. Daimyo's reasoning had been: "If we give people what they want, it will help them wean off better. Like little babes with mother's milk."

For this purpose, Kurenai was brought to the center stage. Kurenai warned about the consequences of such a plan. A genjutsu erases lines between dualities. Reality and unreality. But given the political pressure, she decided to install a day long genjutsu for Konoha's shinobi and villagers. Those who wanted to sit out, could, and even those who partook in it, should have a safe window to return from their dreams. But just as the clock was about to strike the day over, Kurenai found Damiyo's own bodyguard, mercilessly killing off her fellow genjutsu users who had helped her cast a village-wide genjutsu. The plan had been to kill the genjutsu-casters so that the key is lost with the lock. Reading the mad logic that lead to such a disastrous situation, Kurenai knocked the bodyguard down and immediately released the genjutsu, albeit faster than she had intended. After which, she requested Kakashi to send ANBU to settle the situation in the village. She knew that the waking would bring a terrible uproar because of sudden unwinding of the jutsu.

But now that the genjutsu was released, the rebels wanted her alive. Or anyone like her. The news soon spread like fire to the other villages and as a result, many genjutsu users had to go into hiding. The whole incidence had left a sour taste in Kurenai's mouth, and as much as she hated for Mirai to grow up in a place which was not Konoha, she was relieved to be free of prying eyes.

And Hinata was an angel. She put down the cup of tea on Kurenai's bedside table and found her Sensei's sharp shinobi senses stir to her noiseless movements.

"Good morning...how was your sleep?"

"It was much better", Kurenai smiled in assurance. But Hinata could always read between the lines.

It was time for their morning training, and so, Hinata gave Kurenai some space to freshen up and meet her in the garden. Hinata missed training with Neji. But she knew he had bigger responsibilities-duties, she had once envisioned for herself. But with time, she had realized that she was never cut out for it. The compound full of men did nothing to ease her own self-expectations and self-hatred. Perhaps, underneath it all, she still wanted to prove something to them. With these thoughts, chaos returned to her and she gave a solid palm to the heavily bruised bark that took beating from her every day.

It had been two months since they fled Konoha and found a refuge in a cottage uphill. The weather was cooler at this side and soothed her senses. Since leaving, they had not encountered any danger. Hinata found it jarring. She was afraid that she would fall victim to this long-standing peace which was addictive in its own sense. Like a knife, ironic to her own gentle nature, she sharpened herself every day to prevent a mishap that may result from an addiction to comfort.

Donning her own training gear, Kurenai slowly walked near Hinata's side and admired her taijutsu command. Realizing the presence behind her, Hinata looked back at the shimmering pools of ruby eyes and clenched her fist. A solid blow knocked the woman straight into the fence.

"You are not Kurenai," Hinata awakened her Byakugan.

Ch 1 of 18 Next » Tsuki

[extremelyblackandwhite]

the unseen one - 30

Pairing: Hades!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: none

A/N: i’ve been foreshadowing this ending since like mid fic and i’m proud for not giving up on this ending which i almost did but thankfully i did (yay plot consistency). i’m rly emotional about finishing another fanfic, it’s been such a joyful ride and i wanna thank everyone who commented and liked/reblogged my work for these past months, you guys are fantastic. enjoy xx 

A kaleidoscope. A kaleidoscope was the first thing that broke through the darkness in various shades of pink, white, and grey. The images were blurry and the colours vibrant as it spun through the darkness, soon enough becoming the only thing occupying what once was a sea of darkness. The once silence that wrapped itself around like a tight hug gave way to the sound of stream water, sounds of nature and spring slightly blooming in her ear drums. What once was nothing was blooming and alive. 

A warm feeling settled over her chest and in a harsh move she opened her eyes, raising her chest and gasping up for air. The first sight was bloom, the perfect utopia of what spring sounded like in every song and every fairytale with various different flowers and tones of various colours. She looked down at her hands, noticing how warm they were, almost too warm and as she was about to snap her head back, petals started falling onto her palms. 

She should be scared, but she somehow wasn’t and as if it had been a taught movement, her hands moved up to her hair, feeling more white petals falling on her palms and legs. Y/N looked around, not understanding where she was standing or where she was for that matter. She was surrounded by a blooming environment, blooming so slowly yet so fast she could see the flower buttons open. 

Slowly but surely her senses started to recover to her, noticing the cold marbled stone she was sat on and the warm sun hit her skin. Bucky. Was Bucky alright? Where was Bucky? Her mind couldn’t wrap itself around her last memory of Bucky’s terrified face. Was he okay? Where was he? She was removed of her line of thinking by a shattering sound. Y/N immediately turned her head towards the sound seeing Hecate mouth wide open as if she had seen something fantastic.

     - Where’s Bucky? - her voice came rather raspy but the goddess of witchcraft was still standing there wondering if Gaia was playing tricks on her. Dead mortals don’t come back to life. Dear gods, dead mortals who gain the hatred of half the pantheon don’t come back to to life as part of the pantheon itself. - Where’s Bucky?!

She questioned again, turning around and placing her bare feet on the grass patch yet unlike normal, the grass did not turn dark green, instead blooming from her steps as if she herself controlled nature. Hecate stopped her by putting herself in front of Y/N. She knew better not to annoy a newly born goddess specially because she didn’t seem to know what she was and therefore had little to no grip with what she could do.

    - I’ll get someone to get him, you need to sit down. - she motioned for Y/N to sit down as carefully as someone handling a bomb. Hecate quickly send a equally confused nymph to go grab the incredibly depressed god of the Underworld.

Y/N sat down against the bark of a cherry blossom, looking at Hecate who had a very confused yet careful look in her eyes. The goddess of witchcraft sat next to Y/N as more petals started to fall on her hands. She had forgotten how it was to be next to a very nervous goddess of spring.

    - Where are these coming from? - Y/N threw the bunch of petals onto the ground, noticing they kept falling onto her hands.

    - They’re coming from you. You need to stop stressing or they’ll keep showing up. No harsh emotions, just breathe. 

    - Why are you talking to me as if I were going into labor? - more petals fell off making her huff, throwing another bunch on the ground. - What’s going on? 

    - In the easiest ways of putting it in ... I would say you’re ... well, the goddess of Spring. - she pointed out at the once dead grooves which were now blooming like the rest of the Elysium. Damn, it was better than the rest of the Elysium with his beautiful tall blossom and fruit trees with a substantial amount of flower bushes and other grass weeds. 

   - The goddess of Spring no longer exists, Bucky told me so. - she replied, very overprotective over the answer she had gotten from her beloved. Like an expression of her huffing, more flower petals fell over on top of her hands. 

   - Goddesses doesn’t cease to exist, specially a goddess responsible for a whole season. They are ... chosen if they cease to exist. The titans seem to have chosen ... well ... I guess you. 

   - That is not funny. - she got up from her sitting position, once again smoothing over the petals that had stuck to the fabric of her gown. Hecate surely was not her biggest fan but she knew what she was and she definitely was not a goddess. At least she didn’t felt like one. How did goddesses even feel? Did they fell any different from mortals? She was about to question Hecate about that fact when two nymphs entered the grooves pulling a very unwilling God of the Underworld with them.

Y/N turned to face him, the first thing calling her attention was the stubble turned beard and the dark bags under his now very wide awake blue eyes almost as if he wasn’t expecting her to be there. Y/N rushed over to him, wrapping her arms around his neck, burying her nose in the space between his neck and neck. Bucky stood still wondering if he was dreaming again or if he had finally managed to overdose himself with ambrosia but no, she was there, she was there with her arms wrapped around him and flowers blooming from the top of her head and dropping onto him. His eyes settled on Hecate who had the same surprised eyes yet slightly less than him. 

Y/N pushed back, noticing something wrong in Bucky’s aura but he was still staring at her. He caressed her jaw with his knuckles, thumb caressing the soft part of her cheek. Noticing its warmth and her soft smile he didn’t know if he wanted to raise her up or kiss her. He settled on kissing her, noticing the newly added honey like taste to her lips and more flowers falling onto their hands.

   - I’m not sure if I adore this. - she caressed his beard, making him chuckle as he kissed her again. - Stop, when was the last time you slept?

   - Long enough, this might be some hallucination of you.

   - No, I’m here. 

>>>>>

The Underworld was a mess and that was something that came rather lightly from Y/N’s point of view as it normally used to be constantly messy full of dead souls and unruly nymphs. However, today, it seemed like everything had broke loose and every single god, goddess, demigods, oracles and every single thing that could be considered mythical and gone down to the underworld for her coronation. Was she happy about it? No. Was James happy about it? Also no. They’d rather be in their secluded little spot of the underworld without anyone around. However, protocol demanded the new goddess of Spring to have a public coronation if she became Queen of the Underworld. Besides, Y/N was a bit way too cheerful to see those who had wanted that spot see her gain the crown to the Underworld. 

      - I’m going to catch you, sunflower. - Bucky chuckled lowly as he briefly saw the grass she had stepped on bloom with white roses. He heard her giggling in the distance and then it stopped, rendering him alone and somewhat lost and because he wasn’t used to the newly found sunlight, the fresh air and fauna that surrounded him in the Groves, he asked for help from one of the nymphs who were taking care of the flora.

An annoyed nymph turned to be face to face with her King, pointed towards a direction. He was aware that this was supposed to be a fair game, something fun that his beloved had come up with in the moment bored of coronation preparations, but he would rather be done with it quickly so that they could enjoy each other’s companies and bring her back to a very pissed and very stressed Hecate.

He walked and walked, listening always for the river that the undead and nymphs had spoken up and asking ever so often for directions for other servants. They would whisper a “Over there” and point or a “Go North”, and Bucky would believe their words because they had been nothing but loyal to him. In fact, much more loyal to them than others had ever been to him - he found that, in the afterlife, people - or what was left of them - were much calmer and kinder than those who were still alive. 

Soon enough, he found his beautiful Y/N humming by the river. Her delicate feet were dangling and lightly touching the water that ran on the stream and her eyes were shut, head moving to the rhythm of the chirping birds and a small smile played on her lips. Quietly, he inched closer to her and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her to him and burying his face in her hair; it smelled of everything good about spring, from freshness to wild flowers and ripe fruit. 

She giggled and kicked her legs up in the air, clearly enjoying the attention she was receiving but also no liking that her little game had come to an end which meant she had to return to the very much annoying job of preparing for the ceremony.

     - Seems like I found you. - the God of the Underworld grinned against her hair, setting her on the ground but holding onto her hips, admiring her figure; her newly found position led to her being constantly adorned with luxurious fabrics, veils with beautiful patterns and so many jewels, mostly gifts from Demeter from all people, but somehow it was when she wore something as simple as a white dress enveloping her form and golden sandals that he found her the most mesmerising. The simplicity and purity that he had fallen so hard for that he moved heaven and earth to have, regardless of what everyone else said, regardless of how lowly they found Gaia to have named a mortal Goddess of Spring. She was always a goddess in his eyes but the actual title did suit her better than anyone else. - Did you have fun escaping your responsibilities?

    - Would have been funner if you didn’t cheat, Bucky. - she raised her eyebrows at the man and crossed her arms, knowing fully well he had. How else would he know his way through the newly found Groves if he barely entered them. Sighing, she kissed his lips lightly and then grabbed his hand to take him to the nearest shade. - I’m sure Hecate sent you after me. 

     - Yes, she says you’re being quite impossible but personally, I was hoping we could have some personal fun. - he smirked, pressing a kiss to the shell of her ear, then to her neck and collarbone, making her shiver and push him to the side lightly. - Such a harsh no. 

     - I don’t need my nymphs to see that. - she blushed and fidgeted with her hands and wedding ring, sitting down and resting her back against the bark of a tree. The God of the Underworld chuckled and sat beside her, wrapping an arm around her waist. - But I can be swayed if you cancel the whole ordeal.

     - You know I can’t. - he kissed her shoulder. - They’re already very upset over your decision of giving the souls of the Elysium their memories. 

     - They are much more happy and you can’t deny it. - she pointed out. Y/N had technically been a ruling consort ever since she got wedded to Bucky in a very small ceremony where no one but them were included. As such, Y/N had put forward a motion to give the Elysium’s residents their mortal memories back, something that of course had been passed as she was fiercely backed by Demeter who could put the fear in any god by just looking at them. It had made the residents much happier and Bucky much happier considering he could now speak to his friends, family, and most importantly Steve. She on the other hand had managed to reunite with her parents and introduce them to Bucky which managed to be their version of normality. This had however created a stir with Zeus who was still very much upset a mortal was now a goddess he could no longer order around. - This is ridiculous, why do they need to see it?

     - It’ll just be for a few hours. Besides, I wanna see you become my Queen. 

     - Okay. - she shrugged. - Only because I love you.

     - I know. - he smiled, lovingly. - I just hope you don’t change your mind, we’re sort of in this forever. 

     - What does Steve say? Til the end of the line?

    - Til the end of the line, sunflower. 

THE END

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[ikeromantic]

Not Cold Enough

An Ikevamp Leonardo daVinci fanfic, approx 1200 words. Pretty fluffy stuff. This is a continuation of the scene in Change - that’s mid to end of Ch. 9 

That boat ride was the moment I actually started to like Leo ^_^ 

First: That First Night

Previous: Change

Leonardo took a deep breath. He found these kind of direct conversations difficult.  “Ah, I wanted to say. What you’re going through, it’s not strange.  This anxiousness you feel won’t last. Things will resolve themselves in time. You’ll see.”

His compagna took a sharp breath, clearly not expecting that turn in the conversation. “I’m anxious?”

He settled a hand on her shoulder, glad for the glove that separated his skin from hers. It was one more thing he didn’t need to feel right now. Not if he wanted to . . . maintain. Leo steadied himself and looked at her again. “I know you’re afraid you won’t be able to go home.”

“No! You’re wrong. I - I never thought that!” Her sudden stiffness gave the lie to her protest.

“Mmm, cara mia, you’re a terrible liar.” Leonardo leaned closer to her, though it made the boat rock to move. “I saw you that day, in le Comte’s study. You were looking at the hourglass and thinking you were all alone.”

She blinked at him with those wide, guileless eyes. He thought he saw the beginnings of tears behind them, but he had not brought her here to see a goddess cry. 

“You said a smile would make it better. And then you smiled.” He stroked a thumb along the side of her face. “You were so courageous, cara mia.”

His compagna let her cheek rest against his hand. 

Leonardo shook his head. “I know you did it for us - to keep everyone from worrying about you. But I can’t stand by and watch my compagna do that to herself.”

Her little face scrunched up in thought and then she said his name.

“Yes?”

“All the things we did this last week - you did all of that on purpose? To cheer me up?”

Leo sniffed as if offended. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, cara.”

She stopped leaning against his hand and frowned. “No. It was a plan! You’re plan. It’s all too spontaneous, even for you.”

He wondered briefly what she meant by that. How could she know what was impetuous for him? He would have to ask Sebas if he’d been sharing certain written works. But her next comment derailed him.

“It’s fine - don’t answer. You don’t have to tell me anything.” His compagna didn’t say it angrily. She sounded apathetic, as if she’d given up on talking to him about it despite her animation a moment ago.

“Ah, so disheartened. That wasn’t my intent at all.” Leonardo hated that she saw through him so easily. Admitting it was like - like losing a game to Arthur. You might know it was coming but it still stung. He fished a cigarillo from his pocket and lit it. After a long, slow drag, he nodded. “I confess, cara mia. I decided if you were going to force yourself to smile even when you were alone, I’d make sure you weren’t alone.”

“Why?”

“Mmm, because when we are all alone, we belong only to ourselves. Trust me, cara. That’s not always a good thing. And,” he paused, “By happy chance, you started opening up to the others in the mansion. Making friends.” 

His compagna smiled, a real smile. “Did I?”

“You did. And you started smiling your true smile. Just as you are right now. Beautiful.”

She laughed softly. “And that was your plan all along.”

“Just so. But I will apologize for ruining whatever you wanted to do this week with my selfish desires.” He was glad she believed just that far - that he wanted to cheer her. Not the rest. That he wanted to spend this time with her. To enjoy her. 

The girl looked abashed. “I, I’m sorry too, Leonardo. I shouldn’t have -”

Leo shushed her by brushing the hair back from her face. “Don’t apologize, cara.” He toyed with the loose piece of hair. It was hard not to touch her, even in these little ways. “Would it be alright if I kept helping you smile? I am your compagno, afterall. Even if only provisorio.”

His cara mia shut her eyes tight. Then a tear squeezed past her lashes, and another. A torrent of them, sliding down her cheeks like little jewels of sadness. 

“Cara, why are you crying?”

“I’m not crying!” She turned her face away from him.

“Heh, yes you are. Why do you cry when I asked you to smile?” His voice was a mixture of self-deprecating laughter and his own deep well of sorrow. 

“You’re crazy! I’m not crying! I’m - I’m fine.”

“Then let me see your face.”

She refused to look at him, so Leonardo did what he had to. He leaned forward, trying to turn her toward him again. His cara mia lurched back, rocking the boat precariously. Leonardo tried to offset the sudden movement, but it was too little too late. The boat tipped and they both fell into the water.

Leonardo was the first to surface and he reached for his compagna’s hand. Her head broke the water’s surface and she spluttered for a moment. He helped steady her by pulling her close. Her body was warm in the cold, dark water. 

“I didn’t expect this evening to end with a swim.” She looked up at Leo, her expression wry. “I don’t guess this was part of Operation Cheer?”

“Afraid not, cara. To be honest, bringing you out in the boat was spur of the moment. I didn’t think we would be in the lake - just on it.”

She grinned suddenly. “Then I guess I managed to surprise you!”

“Oh? So you planned to tip the boat?”

His compagna turned herself to face him. Leonardo tried not to think about her warm breasts pressing into his chest, or the way her legs kept sliding against his in the water. Just look at her face, he told himself. Ignore the parts below the water. 

“I didn’t plan it but it was my fault. Sorry about that.”

She didn’t look sorry. Not in the least. 

“Should I help you back into the boat, cara? Or will you begin your life as a mermaid tonight?”

“A mermaid?”

He grinned. “Of course! You are beautiful enough to lure men to their death. Even with your hair plastered to your head.” He lifted up a wet, tangled strand. 

She batted his hand away, but it was playful more than outraged. “You don’t look so hot yourself. Your hair is wet too, and your coat is never going to be the same after this soaking.” 

“Ah! My cigarillos!” He patted his pocket and felt their soggy remains. “Now I am truly sad, cara. This is disaster.”

“Can’t have that, can we? Not after all you’ve done to cheer me up today.” She leaned close and before he knew what was happening, placed a light kiss on his lips. 

Leonardo was too shocked to move. His compagna took advantage of the moment to scramble back into the boat. He could not help but note her flushed cheeks and the guilty smile she wore. He stayed in the water a moment longer to calm himself. His galloping heart was one thing, but the reaction below . . . that she could not be allowed to notice.

He tried to think of calming things. Pancakes. Sunflowers. Violins. 

“Are you getting back in?”

Her breasts taunted him beneath the thin, white fabric of her top. It clung wetly to her skin, showing her curves and pert, hard nipples. He felt suddenly thirsty. 

“Leonardo?”

“In a moment, cara.” The water just wasn’t cold enough tonight.

Next: A Little Heat

[crazyplantmae]

“Somewhere in the lost forest of PopTopia”

Based on the art purpose for “Welcome to PopTopia” fanfic made by @ykksw2531 on Twitter. However, in her PopCap fan-fiction is focused on Vector’s perspective.

Looks like, I made mine here is Crazy Dave’s perspective.

After Sunny complained about Dave’s smell during their accidental journey to PopTopia, Dave need a wash in the clean lake at the middle of the forest. (But, he doesn’t like it, because he doesn’t want to commit another ‘public indecency’ like the last time.) Then, He told Sunny that he needs some privacy and watch out if there’s somebody will watch him or the monsters coming. (Fun fact: “Monsters are actually mythical creatures from PopTopia. The ones who were trying to find one of Magical jewels. Looks like Sunny and Davey has one which how it ended up in Suburbia.) I made him more matured personality than insane.

Some facts: I made Sunflower called him "Cray” instead of “Crazy Dave”. It’s now my headcannon name, “Cray Zoet Davidson”. Looks like Crazy Dave wants to bring back his original name. *some spoilers*

[foxglove-the-never-fairy]

Fairy Names

Fly with you! Do you have a fairy character you wish you could name? Maybe you’re writing a Disney Fairy fanfic and need names? Maybe you miss the name generator from Pixie Hollow online. Or maybe you just want some names.

Well you’re in luck. I’ve pulled all the names available from “Tinker Bell and the Great Fairy Rescue” in the create-a-fairy section of the game. I’m pretty sure these were the exact names available on Pixie Hollow online as well since players were able to upload their fairies into the game.

Now I did get rid of names that are already in use from canon characters (that includes characters from The Never Girls series) and I got rid of repeat names with different spellings and only picked one(like Ashleigh and Ashley). They are arranged in alphabetical order from first name, middle name, and last name.

I hope you enjoy!!!!!!!

~🧚🏻‍♀️🔥 Foxglove

(First)

Abigail

Acorn

Alexa

Alexia

Ali

Alina

Amber

Amethyst

Amy

Anastasia

Apricot

April

Aria

Arianna

Ash

Ashley

Autumn

Barbara

Bayberry

Bellflower

Bethany

Betsy

Bim

Bonnie

Breezy

Buttercup

Camellia

Camille

Carnation

Carrie

Carrot

Cecile

Celeste

Charity

Charlotte

Chestnut

Chickadee

Chipmunk

Chocolate

Cinnamon

Clover

Cobweb

Coconut

Coriander

Cornflower

Crabapple

Cranberry

Cricket

Crystal

Cupcake

Cypress

Daffodil

Dahlia

Dandelion

Daphne

Dawn

Daybreak

Daylily

Dew

Dewdrop

Ebony

Echo

Ella

Elma

Elva

Emerald

Emily

Emma

Eve

Faith

Fantasia

Fauna

Fiery

Flax

Flix

Flora

Foxglove

Frances

Gardenia

Ginkgo

Gloria

Gloriosa

Happy

Harmony

Hazel

Heather

Heidi

Helen

Hickory

Holly

Honey

Hope

Hurricane

Hyacinth

Indigo

Infinity

Iris

Isabelle

Jade

Jamie

Jayla

Jeanie

Jenny

Jessamine

Jillian

Joy

Julie

Juniper

Karina

Karma

Kate

Kelly

Kenzie

Kiki

Kiwi

Kobi

Koko

Kylee

Kyra

Labyrinth

Lala

Lark

Laurel

Lauren

Lavender

Layla

Lemony

Lenora

Libby

Lila

Lilac

Liri

Lizzy

Lorella

Lori

Lucia

Lucky

Lucy

Lulu

Lynn

Maddie

Magenta

Magpie

Mahogany

Margo

Marigold

May

Melanie

Melody

Mia

Milkweed

Minerva

Miranda

Misty

Moptop

Mudpie

Mulberry

Muriel

Nectarine

Newt

Nightfall

Nightshade

Nissa

Nutmeg

Octavia

Olive

Olivia

Onyx

Opal

Orchid

Oregano

Oriole

Pandora

Paprika

Parsley

Patchwork

Peachy

Peanut

Pearl

Pecan

Penelope

Persimmon

Petunia

Pineapple

Pistachio

Pluma

Poplar

Posy

Primrose

Prinna

Prudence

Pumpkin

Quicksilver

Quinn

Rachel

Raven

Rhodie

Rhonda

Rhubarb

Rill

River

Robin

Rosa

Rose

Rosemary

Ruby

Saffron

Sahara

Sally

Sapphire

Sarah

Sassafras

Savannah

Seaweed

Serendipity

Shanna

Sienna

Silver

Skyler

Sneezy

Snowflake

Sophie

Sprinkles

Stargazer

Stella

Stormy

Strawberry

Sundew

Sunflower

Sunrise

Sunset

Sunshine

Tamara

Tangy

Tansy

Tessa

Tiger

Tiny

Toadstool

Topaz

Tori

Trinity

Tulip

Turnip

Twilight

Tyra

Valorie

Vanessa

Vicki

Victoria

Wallflower

Walnut

Winnie

Wispa

Xenops

Yasmine

(Middle)

Air

Almond

Apple

Aspen

Beauty

Bitter

Bright

Broom

Bubble

Bumble

Candle

Chilly

Citrus

Cloud

Cloudy

Cocoa

Cotton

Cozy

Dapple

Day

Dazzle

Diamond

Drift

Elm

Evening

Fancy

Fig

Fire

Flicker

Foggy

Fox

Frost

Frosty

Frozen

Funny

Garlic

Giggle

Glitter

Grape

Grassy

Green

Ice

Island

Jelly

Jumpy

Lemon

Light

Lightning

Lime

Little

Lotus

Lovely

Magic

Mango

Maple

Merry

Moon

Morning

Moss

Mossy

Mountain

Muddy

Never

Night

Oak

Orange

Peach

Pear

Pepper

Pine

Plum

Pollen

Pretty

Purple

Quick

Rainbow

Rainy

Sandy

Sea

Shiny

Silk

Snow

Sour

Speedy

Spider

Star

Sugar

Sun

Sweet

Tangle

Thunder

Tulip

Tumlbe

Twisty

Vanilla

Water

Whiffle

Wild

Winter

Wonder

Wrinkle

Yarrow

(Last)

Bead

Beam

Bee

Belle

Berry

Bloom

Blossom

Boots

Breath

Bug

Butter

Button

Cliff

Clove

Cup

Curl

Dance

Drop

Dust

Ear

Eye

Feather

Field

Flame

Flash

Fleck

Flight

Flip

Flower

Fluff

Fly

Foam

Fog

Foot

Forest

Freeze

Froth

Fruit

Garden

Gem

Glade

Glimmer

Glow

Gourd

Grass

Griddle

Gust

Heart

Hopper

Horn

Jewel

Lace

Lake

Lashes

Leaf

Locks

Loop

Meadow

Mello

Mint

Muddle

Muse

Noodle

Peal

Pebbles

Petal

Plume

Pond

Pool

Puff

Ray

Ripple

Root

Sage

Sand

Shadow

Shimmer

Shine

Socks

Song

Spark

Speck

Spirit

Splash

Spring

Sprite

Sprout

Stem

Storm

Stream

Stripe

Swamp

Swirls

Thorn

Toad

Toes

Tree

Twill

Twinkle

Twirl

Twist

Vale

Valley

Vine

Wax

Weather

Web

Whirl

Whisk

Whisper

Wind

Wings

Wink

Wish

Wit

[barbstail]

The Sunflower Jewel (A Michael x Mc fanfic) Part 2

(Mc spends their first day getting adjusted in the celestial realm.)

First part

Day 1

Mc’s skin was finally met with the warm summer air of Devildom as they stepped out of the house of lamination, luggage in hand. Their gaze turned over their shoulder to look at the small crowd behind them waving. The brothers all gave their goodbyes.

“Make sure you wear the sunscreen I got you! That sun can be so bad for your skin.” Asmodeus called out.

“Be careful with those angels, ya just never know what they’re thinking!” Mammon warned.

“Make sure you eat plenty of celestial food!” Beelzebub suggested.

After a round of the brothers shouting warnings, suggestions, and advice as their goodbye, MC brought their gaze back to the beautiful carriage that was being dragged along by two pegasus. It was truly a wonderful sight to see such gorgeous creatures. Mc would enjoy it more if the situation at hand wasn’t so bittersweet.

Before the coachman could come down and open the carriage door for the human guest, the door already swung open and Michael stepped out with an odd air of grace he always seemed to have around him. He offered out a hand to Mc to which Mc looked down at his hand in confusion.

“Have you ridden a carriage like this before?” The archangel asked, his hand still outstretched. The human looked at the carriage more closely, it was rather unique looking compared to Devildom or human world carriages. It’s a unique shape. “I can’t say I rode one like this before,” Mc admitted. “It’s easy to slip if you’re not used to getting on, allow me.” And with that, Michael took Mc’s hand. He carefully guided them up and into the carriage, putting a hand on their back to ensure they didn’t just drop out.

“Oi, watch it will ya! Don’t ya get all handsy with Mc!” The pale-haired demon growled in protest. Michael looked over to Mammon and was tempted to roll his eyes in response. He turned to face the small crowd of his former brothers. “You know, if you’re all so worried you could come visit us. I would sure love to see you all in the celestial realm.” The silver-haired angel pointed out. Though he could clearly see some of the disproval in some of his ex-brother’s eyes.

Mc’s eyes could not help but explore the luxurious inside. It’s been a while since the exchange student had seen such brighter and softer colors. Taking a seat, they heard a big thump of what presumably was their luggage being stored in the carriage’s storage.

Soon, Michael’s face showed up again as he climbed up inside. The coachman helped him close the door as the heavenly prince took his seat in front of his guest. “We’re finally having a proper face-to-face meeting, I have to say you pique my curiosity. Just how did you capture so many hearts in Devildom?” He asked, offering a smile. “It’s a long story,” Mc answered before suddenly feeling a jolt of force before being secured by a hand.

Looking up, they saw Michael putting a hand on their shoulder. “Take-off can be rough if you’re not used to it.” He reassured. Mc had an embarrassed expression for nearly falling on Michael. Sitting up straight in their seat again they muttered a small ‘thank you’ as they felt the carriage slowly go into the air.

MC’s eyes stared out into the window. It felt similar to flying on an airplane, except there was the complete lack of sea belt. They could only help they weren’t about to get nauseous from the ride.

Michael, as if sensing his guest’s distress, offered a sympathetic expression. “Do you not like flights?” He asked. Mc shook their head. “I see…next time we can use a portal then.” The angel reassured.

Soon, light began to shine from the window. It took the human a second to realize that it was sunlight. They leaned over, trying to take in more of the incoming view.

“Beautiful isn’t it? I couldn’t imagine living in darkness for so long. Just how did you do it?” Michael asked, looking out the same window that his guest was. “Vitamins and warm clothes,” Mc replied to which Michael frowned. “You didn’t just pack warm clothes now, did you? Devildom clothing isn’t suited for life in the celestial realm” Mc looked like a deer in the headlights at the question to which Michael chuckled “If not your words then your expressions talk for you.”. Mc gave a disapproving look.

The carriage suddenly began to shake as it suddenly landed on the ground. The ride slowed down as the sound of the distant pitter-patter of hooves could be heard outside. At least Mc’s plane sickness was giving some release.

Michael’s blue eyes stared out to the grassy and flowery fields of the celestial realm. He glanced over at the human in front of him. “Have you seen views like this in the human realm?” He inquired, giving off a curious expression. The exchange student shifted in their seat and looked outside the window for the second time. “Yes, I have.” They answered him.

“I’ve heard that the human realm has many different views that even we angels don’t get to see here.”

“Really?”

“Yes, such as winter. Our winters are too mild-mannered for us to get the same views that humans get in their realm. Tell me, do you enjoy winter there?”

“It’s pretty but too cold for me.”

The conversation continued until the carriage finally halted in place. The coachman opened the carriage door, revealing the elegant view of the blue crystal palace. Mc had seen the palace before but even so, the feeling of looking up at something so otherworldly made them wide-eyed.

They didn’t even notice the hand that was being offered by the coachman. Suddenly snapping out of their trance, they took the hand and slowly began to get down before nearly slipping from their foot missing the step. Fortunately, Michael had grabbed the back of their shirt fast enough before they could hit their head on the ground.

“This carriage really isn’t designed for humans,” Michael muttered, shaking his head. Mc raised a brow “What’s that supposed to mean?”. Michael allowed them to get off properly before following right after with far more ease. “Human legs are just…shorter.” He answered to which Mc nearly rolled their eyes. “Humans aren’t that much shorter.” They argued.

With luggage in hand, Mc and Michael made their way into the palace. Once inside, Mc couldn’t help but take a look at their surroundings. The inside of the palace was warmly decorated with tasteful cozy colors and rich gold to complement the surroundings. Colorful fresh flowers, paintings, and curtains served as excellent decorations on the walls of the place.

Michael had led the two of them over to a large mirror. Mc, looking confused, gave the angel an odd look. “The stairs take forever, so we added these mirrors,” Michael explained before demonstrating what he meant by stepping through the mirror. Mc gave one glance to the reflective surface before suddenly putting their foot into the mirror to test it out. Mc’s foot went through the mirror and hit something. Figuring it was safe enough, they hopped inside with their luggage being dragged along.

Once they were on the other side of the mirror, they were met with a very unhappy Michael who was glaring at them. “Please do tell me why you thought it was a good idea to kick me, Mc?” He said in a stern tone to which Mc could only give an apologetic expression “Sorry…”. Michael sighed “Don’t make me regret teaching you about our mirror portals.”.

The two continued on their journey down the decorated hallway. Occasionally, the archangel would stop and explain the history of a few of their paintings that hung on the walls. It wasn’t too long until the two of them stopped at a rather fancy-looking door that had a note taped onto it.

Michael picked up the note and read it quietly before sighing. “And here I thought I was going to introduce you to the others.”. Mc glanced over at the note, trying to catch some of the details. “Others?” They muttered to which he nodded. “Yes, my brothers. Apparently they’re all going to be far too busy with their duties in other places… I guess that means you’re stuck with just me for a while,” Michael explained before he began walking again.

Mc let out a huff as their arms got tired from hauling their luggage around. They continued to follow after the silver-haired man until reaching yet another mirror that looked very similar to the mirror from before. Michael gave Mc a wary look. Don’t even think about it.” He warned before going through. Although Mc would be lying if they said they weren’t tempted to repeat the same incident from before, they decided out of the kindness of their heart not to and just walked inside.

Finally, after who knows how long, they seemed to be down the hallway that had the guest rooms. Michael led Mc over to a certain door, opening it to reveal a room that was similarly decorated as the rest of the palace. It had a canopy bed that was pink with a pile of fluffy pillows and a nightstand that sat beside the bed with a flower vase that lacked flowers. There was a white rug and white curtain to compliment. Overall, a very pleasant room to be staying in.

Mc didn’t miss a beat as they went ahead and threw themselves onto the large canopy bed. “I take it that you like the room?” Michael chuckled to which the human only gave a small nod in response, clearly tired from the trip. “I’ll let you rest then. The servants will tell you when it���s time for dinner.” He said before finally closing the bedroom door and letting his guest sleep.

Mc slept and slept before suddenly jolting awake at the sound of knocking. “Dinner…” a meek feminine voice spoke through the door followed by the sounds of footsteps hastily walking away. Mc let out a groan, not being so happy from waking up from their slumber. They wiped the drool from their face before shuffling themselves off the bed.

They caught a glimpse of themselves in the mirror on top of their drawer. Looking over, they were met with a disheveled and sleepy-looking version of themself. A look of dismay was written on their face. They couldn’t possibly go to dinner looking like this.

Hastily, they made their way to the bathroom. They washed their face, tidied up their outfit, and went to brush their hair only to realize their hairbrush was still packed in their suitcase.

Mc groaned but forced themself regardless to go and open their suitcase. Their mood was lifted when they noticed a little Ruri-chan stuffed beside their clothes along with some of the items that Mc didn’t remember packing in there. Seems like the brothers left Mc little presents to remember them by when Mc had their back turned. How sweet of them.

No wonder their luggage was heavier than expected….

Mc, now fixed up, left their guest room and headed down the hallway. They jumped through one of the portal mirrors from before and went to jump through the second one but stopped when they heard the faint sound of jingling. Looking over, they saw another mirror down a dark hallway.

The mirror had a strange colorful shine to it that made swirls in the glass of the mirror. There was just something so…tempting about it. Some gut feeling telling Mc to go inside.

Mc let out a scream as they suddenly felt a hand grabbing them. Jolting their head over their eyes were met with blue ones. They both looked at each other startled. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.” The archangel admitted before his eyes met over to the mirror in the distance.

“Don’t use that mirror, it’s broken,” Michael explained as he looked back at Mc. Mc being as curious as ever couldn’t help themself and asked “What happens if you use it?”. Michael was silent for a moment, seemingly debating whether or not he should even tell the human. “It’ll just teleport you to a random location.” He admitted, though something felt off to Mc when the angel said that. But Mc was given much time to ponder to themselves as they were quickly being guided away from the broken mirror and over to working one.

“The food is going to get cold.” Was what Michael said as he shuffled his little lost lamb away from potential trouble. Knowing the reputation of this human exchange student, he knew he was going to have to deal with that mirror later. That was for another time though, as it was time for them to eat.

The two soon arrived at a large room where multiple white-clothed tables were set up. The two weren’t alone, there was a small gathering of angels there that were seated and eating. None of them which Mc recognized.

“I thought your brothers were away?” Mc spoke out loud to which Michael shook his head. “These are my guests. Though, I suppose you could consider them my siblings through The Father.” He stated as he walked ahead of Mc into the dining hall. A few of the angels were quick to stop what they were doing and greet the archangel. Michael gave a greeting of his own but before Mc could even try to follow the silver-haired angel they were being met with their greetings.

“Heya there! You come here often?”

“Salutations, you must be new here.”

“I’m lovin’ the hair!”

Mc stuttered their words as they were quickly overwhelmed by three strangers who suddenly just approached them. They glanced around for Michael for help but saw him nowhere. It was as if the angel somehow managed to disappear into thin air. “E-excuse me!” Mc managed out, quickly scrambling away from the group of friendly and curious angels that had managed to form around them.

They let out a sigh of relief when they made their way over to a more excluded part of the dining hall. That is where they spotted the table that was hosting the food. Mc’s stomach grumbled at the sight and so they made their way over to the table, hoping and praying that they weren’t going to get any more surprised greetings.

Fortunately, the universe had heard Mc’s pleas as they were able to begin making a plate of food without their social anxiety spiking.

While making their plate, they spotted it. A single slice supreme sparkle cake. Mc could feel their mouth water at the sight of it. They hadn’t had this cake in so long as it was the perfect thing for the stressful day they had.

They reached for the piece but were stopped when met with another hand. Looking up, Mc met eyes with their new competitor…it was Michael. As they stared at each other, they both made an expression that only two fellow sweet enjoyers could understand. They will fight to the death for this cake…

“Rock…paper…scissors…” Mc hissed out to which Michael only smiled. “Do you really think you can defeat me?” He asked. Though he was smiling, his eyes were telling a completely different story. Mc just gave him a determined as they outstretched their hands, ready for battle.

“Fine…I’ll play your human games.”

Rock.

Rock.

Rock again.

Damn, why won’t the two pick something else other than rock?

Finally, Mc chose scissors just as Michael chose paper. But just because Mc won the battle doesn’t mean they won the war and the harsh battle continued between human and angel. So they kept going.

Hand gestures upon hand gestures. It kept going until finally! There was a victor.

Mc threw their fists up in joy. The victory was theirs. They had managed to beat the archangel Michael in special hand-to-hand combat others known as Rock Papers Scissors.

Michael looked at Mc before a faint smile grew on his lips. He gave a faint bow of his head in a respectful manner. “You have bested me, the cake is yours.” He said before taking his plate and walking away, leaving the slice to Mc.

Mc gladly took the slice onto their plate with absolute glee only to see what was presumably one of the cooks. The cook held a brand new cake and sat it down where the premium sparkle cake used to be. Taking the dirty tray, they looked over at Mc.

“I see you and Arch Michael are getting along.” The friendly cook spoke, flashing a smile to which Mc could only feel slightly embarrassed. “I didn’t think anyone was watching us,” Mc admitted, giving a sheepish grin. The cook laughed in response before gesturing outside. “Please do tell him we brought more cake.” The stranger said before making their leave.

Mc glanced over to the outside patio that the cook had pointed to. They glanced over at the small crowd of people and not wanting a repeat of that awkward account from before, decided to bring Michael a slice of cake. Hopefully, this could convince the angel not to leave them alone with random strangers.

Walking outside, Mc could see Michael sitting alone at a table. He seemed at ease as he sat alone with his meal. As if sensing a presence, Michael looked up from his dinner and over at his new company. He quickly noticed the extra slice in Mc’s grasp and began eyeing the piece with little to no shame.

“They brought out more cake.” The human stated as they walked over. They sat the plate down by the seraphim angel which brought a small smile to his face. He was quick to use his fork to take a bite out of the desert and let out a small hum of delight. “So that challenge was done for nothing, hm?” Michael purred out, his mood quickly perking up from just one bite of sweets.

“What are doing alone?” Mc asked as they sat at the table. Michael pondered that question in his head as he helped himself to yet another bite of cake. “I find people…overwhelming at times.” He stated honestly as he sat his fork down. “You must relate, how odd,” Michael added.

“Why is it odd?” Mc asked.

“You have a crowd of people in Devildom who care for you, I figured it would take a very social person to be able to pull so many people in,” Michael answered.

“Do you have people who care for you?”

“Hm, of course! You don’t think I could run an entire realm all by myself, now do you?”

“Can you tell me about them?”

Oh boy, did Michael tell them. The archangel was all too happy to indulge Mc in his habit of rambling about things he cares about. He talked about his brothers, He talked about Luke, and he even talked about Simeon. It was interesting for Mc to learn about little details about some of their friends that they otherwise wouldn’t have learned about if it wasn’t for Michael.

“But enough about me, you must want to tell me about your loved ones. Tell me, how are my former brothers doing?” Michael finally asked, interrupting Mc eating their meal. Mc swallowed the piece of food in their mouth before beginning to speak. “They were doing well before that snowstorm hit us. I was even planning to go the an anime convention with Levi.” They admitted.

“Anime huh and here I remember when Leviathan used to be our fierce navy general.” The silver-haired angel chuckled to himself, seemingly relieving some of the memories in his head. “People really do change…tell me, does Lucifer still have the habit of dragging his wings when wet?” Michael asked, looking over at Mc who had just finished their meal. Mc looked up at Michael and nodded.

“Was Mammon always a troublemaker?” Mc asked as they began eating the rest of their desert. Michael couldn't help but smile at that. “Mammon…where to even begin. That angel was a troublemaker before he even learned to walk properly. Always getting into things, bolting off, and being loud. Me and the others simply had no idea what do to with little Mammon. Fortunately, Lucifer was willing to take him under his wing.” The seraphim explained before glancing over at the sky.

The sky was fading from its beautiful blue to a pale orange. Michael let out a small yawn at the sight, clearly tired from the long day. “It’s getting late.” He said, looking back over to Mc. Mc was looking at the sun curiously. “The sun can set here?” They asked the angel to which he answered. “Yes, the sun does change position here but it never actually turns into night like it does in your realm. A little unfortunate if you ask me, I would’ve loved to see the sky be filled with stars.”.

Michael stood from the table and picked up his empty dishes and silverware. He peered over at his guest. “It’s getting late, little lamb. Let’s continue our conversation tomorrow.” He stated before beginning to walk away. “Good night, Mc.” That was what he said before leaving.

Mc stood up and gathered their own silverware and dishes. They followed after the archangel only to not see him anywhere. Mc could only hope that Michael disappearing into thin air wasn’t going to end up like a bad habit of his.

Giving the dishes to the servants, Mc headed to bed so they would be well rested for what the next day would have in store for them.

Next part

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The sunflower Jewel (A Michael X Mc fanfic) Part 3

(Mc gets to see the Lucifer shrine and gets to go on a trip with their new angelic friend.)

First part - second part -

Day 2

A bright light shined through the stained windows of the palace, the sweet songs of morning birds filled the silence and the delicious smell of breakfast filled the palace.

Mc slowly opened their eyes, letting out a soft groan as they woke from their slumber. They had to squint their eyes when they were met with sunlight coming out of the window. Mc still wasn’t used to having the sun around all the time. Oh, how they missed the dark mornings.

The sun was just another reminder of just how far away they were from home. Mc missed their home. It hasn’t even been more than two days and they already miss their found family they had with the brothers and the others.

Mc kinda regretted going as they didn’t know how long it would be to see them again but it was worth it in the long run to keep Devildom safe.

Forcing themselves out of bed, they forced themselves into the bathroom and forced their very sleepy self to get ready for the day.

When the human began picking out clothes from their suitcase they noticed a black feather that was stuffed in with all the other small little gifts they were given by the others. Mc knew exactly who the black feather belonged to. It felt comforting to have a piece of one of the brother’s with them.

Mc guessed it was the second best thing to having their loved ones actually beside them, other than phone calls that is.

Mc soon got an idea. What if they carried around one gift item per day? Surely that would help their feeling of loneliness, right?

Once dressed, they gently tucked the black feather into the inner pocket of their jacket before heading out of the room for breakfast.

The dining room had a small group of angels sitting at the table. It was a much smaller group than compared to the previous group at last night’s dinner.

As Mc approached the table, a particular dark-haired angel spotted them and approached them with a plate in hand. It was one of the same angels that had greeted Mc last night at dinner.

“Wassup, man. You’re that new human guest from last night. Sorry for freaking ya out last night. I know me and the gang can be seen as kinda freaky at first glance.” The angel said in what Mc could only describe as a slowed chilled-out voice. “Who might you be?” Mc asked. The stranger gave a big grin. “Heh, the name is Azrael.“ Was what he said as he continued to grin before holding out a plate of what Mc could only assume was the celestial realm version of breakfast. “Not to be a total dweeb but can ya hand this over to Mike? He can get real moody and decide to skip eating.” Azreal stated as Mc awkwardly took the plate from him.

“Moody?” Mc questioned.

“Ah, yeah. Ya mention his former bros even once and he turns into a storm cloud. I would do it but I gotta go…like right now.”

“Go where?”

“Big ol’ angel business. Anyways, thanks for the fav’ I owe ya one!” Was all Azrael said as he quickly scurried off down the hallway to who knows what?

The human stood there, not exactly sure what to make of that. Shrugging their shoulders, they figured they might as well visit Michael. But before they did that, they were quick to go and make a plate for themselves to bring along with them.

Exploring the halls of the palace, Mc was met with a fancy-looking door that some sort of writing on it. The writing wasn’t in a language that Mc could decipher but a gut feeling was telling them that they were in the right location so they decided to knock. The door must’ve not been shut properly because as soon as they knocked it only slid more open to reveal more of the room.

The human’s eyes scanned the room. It looked like an old room with most of the furniture being draped over with white cloths and decorated with presumably outdated stylistic choices that Mc had not seen anywhere else around the palace. Entering the said room, gave Mc an odd nostalgic feeling.

Amongst the old decor and furniture, a cluttered table stood out like a sore thumb. Variety of items, flowers, and photos. Beside the table stood a familiar figure with their back facing Mc. It wasn’t long before said figure would notice the new presence.

“Hm? What are you doing here?” Michael questioned as his gaze turned to the intruder. Mc's eyes were quick to move from the mass collection of items and over to the archangel. “Your breakfast.” They answered, holding one of the plates out for him to take. Instead of taking the plate, Michael simply muttered a small thank you before he waved his hand at one of the unused clothed tables.

Mc sat the plate down to where Michael gestured to, taking the opportunity to get a closer look at the tables. Now that they were looking closer. they could get a proper look at all the items that were on the cluttered table in question. It all had a common theme. It is all related to Lucifer.

“The Lucifer shrine?” Was what they muttered, absently. Mc didn’t even realize they said that out loud until Michael responded to them. “You knew about this? Who else knows of this?” He didn’t seem happy at the implications of others knowing of his Lucifer shrine. “Who told you of this?” He asked or rather demanded to know. “Solomon,” Mc answered to which Michael sighed.

“Whatever…it does not matter if others know of my admiration towards my former twin.” Michael frowned.

“Twin?” Mc acquired.

“Did Lucifer really not bother to mention that? Hmph! He really knows how to send a message. To think such a cruel demon could come from the same diamond as I!”

“Diamond…?”

“Well, more specifically diamond dust. At least that’s what Father says we were created with. To think that Father had made us to be the two leaders of the celestial realm only for it to end-.” Michael paused in his ramblings as heard grumbling coming from behind him. He looked over to see Mc standing there still. “Sorry…please do go eat.” He frowned, looking back over at the pictures of his former brother.

He heard a chair being moved. He looked over and saw that Mc took a seat at one of the tables and began to eat. “You don’t have to stay.” Michael pointed out, expecting the human to leave him alone. Instead, the human just shook their head and said “I want to know more about Lucifer.”. That answer made him raise a brow. “But didn’t I already, last night?” He questioned.

“I want to know more.”

Michael paused for a moment before grabbing his own chair and pulling up to the table. He grabbed his own plate of breakfast that Mc had previously delivered and took a bite. “I take it you’re a fan of Lucifer?” Michael inquired. “You could say that.” That was all that Mc said before Michael continued back onto his ramblings, occasionally pointing at things around the room.

“You see that necklace there? Lucifer got that as a gift from Asmodeus for his birthday. Oh, and that painting! That’s a painting of me and Lucifer when we were children! Did you know he used to suck on his baby blanket when he was little? It was so difficult for him to finally let go of that blanket. Even then I found it still under his bed when he was an adult.”

“Do you think he was still sucking on it?” Mc asked.

“Lucifer is full of surprises.” He laughed, snickering to himself. “Don’t tell him I said that…or do, it would be about time he would spend some time with me, even if most of that time spent is him scolding me.” Michael joked. His broad shoulders bounced as he laughed along with his newfound company.

Mc got curious. “Did you make a shrine for Lucifer because you admired him?” They spoke. Michael stopped his laughing and seemingly pondered the question for a moment. “That’s part of the reason…” he stated before looking at Mc’s curious expression. “You’re certainly are nosy.” He chuckled to which Mc took offense.

With the crossing of their arms, Mc scoffed. “I am not nosy.” They protested. Michael gave a mildly amused expression at this reaction. “Oh? And what about that time you went up that att-,” Michael suddenly coughed mid-sentence “Excuse me, I mean that time you went up to that one mirror at the palace.” He corrected. But before Mc could say anything about the suspicious behavior, Michael was quick to change the subject.

“About why I made this shrine.” The archangel started before turning his eyes over to his collection of former Lucifer memorabilia. His eyes scanned over the items as if to admire them for the millionth time. “…after the celestial war, my realm and its people were quick to rid themselves of the memory of my former brothers. Statues, paintings, and everything else were all either destroyed or put into museums.” He explained with a monotone expression on his face. “But I wasn’t so willing to so easily part with my memories of former Lucifer so I made this.” He finished, gesturing over to his collection.

Mc furrowed their brows. They had a strange feeling about what Michael was really trying to say just moments ago. They decided to shrug it off for now. It wasn’t like the archangel actually knew anything he shouldn’t, right?

“It’s a memorial then.” Mc chimed in.

“Yes, I suppose memorial would be the correct term for it.” Michael agreed.

“So you made this for when Lucifer was an angel?” The human questioned to which Michael simply nodded. “How do you feel about him now that he’s a demon?” Mc asked Michael who pondered that question for a second. “I’m disappointed. I don’t approve of his sinful way of life, I miss the way he used to shine.” He said honestly, his expression was solemn as he spoke.

He leaned his head against the palm of his hand and stared down at his now empty plate. Michael glanced up at Mc. “Tell me, what do you think of Lucifer, Mc?” He asked.

Old memories flashed through Mc’s mind as they thought of Lucifer. Their first meeting, how they became friends, how they formed their pact, and so on. The memories reminded them of a special item they had with them.

“Lucifer still shines, he just shines differently now,” Mc explained as they reached into their inner coat to grab something. “Perhaps, you could learn to love this new shine of his.” They pulled out the black feather from their pocket.

Michael stared down at the feather in shock. He knew his former well enough to know just how sacred each other of Lucifer’s feathers was to him. It was why it was so hard to even find just one white feather of the former angel. But here he was looking down at one of Lucifer’s now black feathers.

“How did you-?” Michael muttered.

“He gave it to me,” Mc answered.

The two shared eye contact. A moment of silence was held between the two. Mc spoke the silence “You look like you needed it.”.

Michael was touched by this gesture. A bright smile crept up his face, brightening his entire expression. “I think…I can see what the others saw in you.” He said in glee.

The silver-haired man was quick to move from his seat and find a new spot for his new prized possession amongst items on the shrine. His eyes darted around the collection. “Hmmm, no perhaps I should get a case for it.” He muttered under his breath, clearly very excited.

Mc watched this go down in amusement, they certainly were getting used to this new seraphim.

The moment was soon interrupted by the sound of a ringtone. Michael stopped what he was doing to pick up his D.D.D. Looking down at his device, he seems unimpressed. “Ah…so that was today.” He frowned.

Michael turned to Mc. “It was a pleasure to meet someone who also treasures Lucifer but I must be leaving. I hope we can talk again over dinner tonight.” He explained before picking up the call on his phone. He then walked his way out of the room and down the hall, leaving Mc alone.

(Time skip)

After Michael's departure, Mc had brought themselves back over to their guest room.

They laid across their queen-sized bed, their eyes peering holes into their D.D.D. Why on earth has their D.D.D. been so quiet? Where are all the brothers? Mc’s friends would have filled up their notifications at this point.

Suddenly, the screen changed to Mammon’s face. It buzzed within Mc’s grip as it let out a small tune. With a small press of a button, Mc could hear Mammon’s voice.

“Oi, what you have been up to?” The demon exclaimed from the phone.

It was reliving for Mc to hear Mammon’s voice finally but there was just something off about his tone. It had a slight hint of nervousness to you,

Something Mammon always does when he is trying to hide something. It gave Mc a gut feeling that something was wrong.

“Are you alright?” Mc asked with concern.

“Wha- psh! Everything’s fine. Don’t ignore my question like that.” Mammon complained but the small attempt to reassure his friend only seemed to worry them more.

Mc sat up on their bed with their phone now up against their ear. They scooted themselves over to the edge of the bed as they continued the conversation. “It’s been alright here. Nothing too major happened.” They said, kicking their feet.

“Michael hasn’t been a weirdo to ya, has he?” Mammon asked.

“No, but I did get to see the Lucifer shrine.”

Mammon practically groaned as he heard the mention of ‘The Lucifer Shrine’. “That weird thing?” He muttered on the phone. “I can’t believe he still has that!”.

“I found it kinda sweet.”

“Sweet? Don’t tell me ya turning into a weirdo like him.” The demon complained.

Mc could just imagine Mammon’s expression through the screen. The thought made them laugh aloud. “Besides that, how’s the sunflower jewel doing?” They asked, absentmindedly.

They were met with silence from the phone.

“Mammon?” Mc called out, furrowing their brows. They were quickly answered by Mammon's stuttering voice. “It’s fine! Just peachy!” He managed out.

“Mammmoonn?”

“Eh- you know I think I hear Lucifer calling for me! I’ll call ya later!”

Before Mc could even say another word, Mammon hung up. This kinda of odd behavior really worried Mc. Did something happen to the jewel? What’s going to happen if something did happen?

Their thoughts were interrupted when they heard a knock at the door. Mc was uncertain as to who could be knocking at their door so they decided to sit up from the bed and go over to the door. “Who is it?” They called out.

“It’s Azzie!”

Azzie? Whose that? Mc pondered to themselves before opening the door and seeing a familiar face. It was Azrael from last morning.

“Heeeeyyy, dude! Guess who got put on babysitting duty for ya.” Azrael greeted with a bright smile, flicking his head back to move the bangs from his face. He was all too happy to barge right into the room and help himself to sit on Mc’s bed. “I waaasss going to go to this cool show at the Coliseum but Mike said I had to come here instead, which is lllaaammeee! Not to say you are lame, nah. But I really wanted to see that radical show!” He proceeded to explain, kicking his feet.

“Guess we gonna have to hang instead.” Azrael grinned with confidence.

Mc stared at the angel for a second, not expecting the angel to just come barging into their room like this while throwing some big explanation at them. “Uh, sure?” They muttered with uncertainty. They weren’t exactly sure what to make of this man.

“Soooo…watcha do in here?” Azrael asked. His curious eyes wandered around the guest room. His eyes soon settled on the nice view outside the window.

Mc scratched the back of their neck. “Nothing really, I just got here yesterday.” They sheepishly admitted. Mc wasn’t exactly sure what to say.

It was clear from Azrael’s expression that he was already getting bored. “We totally could- nah, Mike would get mad.” The Angel frowned. This only made Mc curious.

“Do what?” Mc asked.

Azrael blinked before leaning forward. “Rumor has it, you’re a real troublemaker. Is that true?” He asked. His expression had a mixture of curiosity and mischievous as he asked the question.

“I guess? Just how many rumors are there of me?” They asked with their brow raised.

The angel’s face brightened up at that. “In that case, we should totally sneak out and go to that coliseum!” He suggested with glee. With a hopeful look, he waited for Mc’s answer.

“Sneak out?” Mc questioned.

“Ya, dude! I got like’ the perfect secret passage and everything. We should totally go!”

“What happens at the coliseum?”

“Only the coolest most radical sports! I heard today is going to be aquatic sports.”

Mc went quiet, seemingly pondering the proposal. On one hand, this trip could be dangerous. On the other, Mc could just stay here and become bored. Isn’t being bored the real danger here? Besides, they have their own ‘babysitter’ now. What could go wrong?

With newfound confidence and a spark for trouble, Mc nodded their head in agreement. This made Azreal throw his fist into the air before offering his fist. Mc took the offer and promptly fist-bumped Azrael.

And with that, Azrael and Mc set foot onto their journey to the coliseum. Or in this case, ‘set wing onto their journey’ as Azrael flew most of the way with Mc on his back, much to Mc's dismay. Fortunately, the two finished the flight without Mc vomiting.

Once the two landed, Mc could see the giant structure in the distance amongst the large crowd that had gathered around the building. The weather seemed perfect for the event, sunny with not many clouds. It really complimented the coliseum with the sun giving it a little shine.

As Mc admired the structure from afar, they felt their wrist suddenly being grabbed. The next thing they knew, they were being dragged away by Azreal. Mc was a little taken aback by this, but judging by the angel’s determined expression, Mc assumed that Azrael knew where he was going.

Their assumption would be proven right as they traveled away from the crowd and over to the side of the building where no one was. After a few glances, Azreal began thumping his fist against the wall in a rhythmic pattern. Suddenly, the wall that Azreal was thumping on moved and revealed a secret passage.

The Angel was quick to duct down and hurry along inside before quickly waving Mc in. Mc followed after, allowing the stone wall to close behind them. The two then made their way down the passage over to another moveable wall.

Azrael opened the wall as if it was a door, letting Mc go through first before following after. The two were met with a staircase and a hallway.

“Awesome, we totally made it!” Azreal said before he made his way upstairs.

Once upstairs, Mc was met with bright sunlight. When their eyes adjusted to the bright light, they were met with a large crowd of angels who were all beginning to take their seats before the sports began. They all seemed so excited for what was about to happen.

“Woah,” Mc muttered.

“Not used to being at a coliseum?” Azrael remarked.

Azreal leads Mc over to an empty spot in the front row. They both took their seats before the two heard the announcer begin to speak over the crowd. The announcer’s voice was hard for Mc to make out with the rowdy crowd around them.

“Today, we have the honor to watch brand new competitors compete in our water trails!” Was all Mc could make out from the booming voice.

They sat and watched as four giant walls lifted and began to pour more and more water into the arena until it was a lake. The four walls then close back into place, appearing as if they had never moved at all. This was followed by two wooden docks appearing from the water.

Two groups of angels walk onto the wooden decks. The two groups all wore the same uniform with the main difference being the color of the uniform that indicated which angel belonged to which team. The colors on the uniforms were Red and Yellow.

Mc couldn’t help but lean forward in their seat. The show had just begun and they were already filled with such curiosity. They couldn’t help but wonder what will happen next.

Their curiosity was sparked more when they saw shadows underneath the water begin to appear. The shadows soon began to poke their head out of the water to reveal an aquatic horse-like creature. If Mc had to describe it, the creatures looked like a mix of a seahorse and an actual horse.

“Awesome, they’re bringing out the hippocamps!” Azreal chimes in before standing from his seat. He walked over and leaned down onto the stone fence that helped ensure that no one would fall into the arena. Mc decided to join him, leaning on the stone fence with him.

Now with a much clearer view of what was happening in the arena, Mc could see the race happening much more clearly. It was a fascinating sight to see such beautiful creatures swimming around the arena. Occasionally, the riders would let the hippocamps do flips and tricks for the audience.

“Azzie!” A voice called out.

Azreal whips his head around to see Michael now approaching him. “I thought I told you to watch over Mc while I was away.” Michael scolded. Despite wearing a smile, his expression still came off as stern and serious.

“Don’t worry, man. I got Mc right here.” Azreal reassured. He moved his hand and pointed at Mc who was right next to him. “Turns out they wanted to see the show too, they’re lovin’ it! Right, Mc?” He asked, looking over at Mc.

Mc just nodded their head, clearly still quite distracted by the show.

Michael’s facial expression relented a little when he saw that Mc’s was enjoying the show. “Just don’t let them out of your sight, there will be hell to pay if you do.” The seraphim warned, with stern eyes. The look alone was enough to make most angels straighten up their behavior around the archangel.

As Michael and Azreal talk back and forth to each other, they fail to notice the cracks slowly forming on the fence that Mc was leaning on. By the time anyone noticed, it was already too late. The stone fence has given way, letting Mc drop.

Mc and Michael made eye contact before-

S P L A S H!

Mc desperately tried to swim up to the surface for air. They could hear the sound of distant panicked voices. As soon as their head could pop out of the way, they were met with a hippocamp that was swimming straight at them.

That was all Mc remembered before everything went black.