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silvernightabyss · 4 months ago

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At the dawn of the world

Yandere angel x Creator gn!reader

Your dear friend has decided that you could use a companion while you are busy creating your world. Would you be willing to accept his gift of a young angel?

It's just fluff.

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In the beginning was a void, viscous and black, but nevertheless soothing in its absence. No thoughts, emotions or feelings. At that moment he didn't even know such concepts, just existing. Or was he not existing at that moment? It was too hard to say, and it was even harder to capture the moment of his birth and self-awareness. One thing he remembered for sure was that a voice, which he would later learn was his Creator, had told him about their dear friend. They were still a very young Creator, recently beginning to create a world of their own. There were no living and intelligent beings in it yet, and his Creator decided to be concerned and give them a companion. So that they would not get bored and someone could take care of them. That was the meaning and purpose behind him. What he, at that moment still non-existent and nameless, had to be created for.

Gradually the world began to form a clearer picture around him, the knowledge itself appearing in his head. The names of colors he had never seen, the taste of dishes he had never eaten. Brick by brick, the house of his mind was being built slowly but surely. The emptiness was receding, taking with it a sense of weightlessness.

The waves came and receded, leaving pieces on the shore of his mind, from which he began to actively assemble himself. If he did not like a color, an opinion, a thought that was contained in a shard, he ruthlessly threw it away so that the sea could take it back. The most beautiful and suitable ones he put into a mosaic that would become his future self. During the whole process, his Creator watched carefully, sometimes gently suggesting how best to arrange the pieces. Finally, the last fragment took its place and he felt complete. It was a pleasant feeling.

The first physical sensation he realized was the wind playing with the feathers of his wings behind his back. Then the cool floor beneath the toes of his bare feet, the soft fabric of the toga slung over his left shoulder. Tentatively, he squeezed his hand and his short fingernails pressed into his palm. His eyelids felt unclimbable, but he was eager to see his surroundings and began to make more of an effort. He wondered if the colors he knew were as beautiful. After an eternity, and really only a few seconds, he succeeded. At first startled by the bright light he blinked quickly getting used to the illumination and immediately afterwards froze in admiration. Azure, aquamarine, sapphire, and many other colors filled his eyes.

“It would be wrong of me to give you a name, so wait a while. Now we'll reach the teleportation hall between worlds and you can meet them.”

He nods back, still unsure of how to speak; the pink muscle in his mouth felt more like a strange appendage than an actual body part, but he's getting more used to it by the seconds. His hair lay heavy on his back, and he ran his hand through it slowly, savoring the silky feel of it under his fingers. He hoped that the Creator for whom he had been created would like it as much as he did. The wings on the sides of his head moved on their own without him having any control over them. No matter how hard he tried, they just refused to obey. To summarize, everything was strange and almost a little too much; especially the amount of conscious effort he had to put into each step as he followed his Creator.

As soon as they passed through the portal, for a second it seemed to him that he was in the middle of a yellow sea. The tall flowers reaching to his hips stretched to the horizon in every direction. In the distance stood a two-story cottage surrounded by a white fence, its roof painted bright green. It looked like a place from a good fairy tale where everyone lived happily ever after. Looking up, he saw large fluffy clouds floating leisurely under the control of playful wind currents. The sight before his eyes was breathtaking, and goosebumps immediately appeared on his arms.

“Wait here a minute I'll get them, I want you to be the surprise.”

He obediently stood still. He could not find a name for the surrounding flowers in his library of knowledge, no matter how hard he tried. Was it your own personal design for your world? The petals of the flowers tapered at the tip to spread apart like a small snake's tongue. He squatted down and touched one of the stamens, and it was soft and fuzzy. The pollen sticking to the pads of his fingers made him curious to explore, and without thinking he licked it. The sweet flavor filled his mouth, there was some tartness to it, but it only added another level of yumminess.

With his keen senses, he heard footsteps approaching and jumped up immediately, but he tripped and almost fell face down into the ground, but managed to catch his balance. The wave of shame that swept over him could have washed a medium-sized city off the map. You hadn't even been introduced to each other yet, and he'd already made himself look like a clumsy angel who couldn't even handle his own limbs. And if you refuse to accept him? He shuddered at the thought, a cold sensation settling firmly in the bottom of his stomach.

As you approached, he began to devour your form in front of him with the greed of a man dying of thirst. His heart beat frantically in his chest, wanting to jump into your arms to stay with you forever. He nervously interlocked his hands in front of him and waited for any words you might say. He was sure that your voice would be more beautiful than the trills of any bird.

“Ta da. I know how busy you are with creating the world, so I made an angel especially for you so you'd have a helper and not be lonely.” Your friend winked playfully at you. “You can call him whatever you want. He doesn't have a name yet.”

You looked him from head to toe, and he had a hard time suppressing the urge to make sure his clothes and hair were all right. He was touching flowers. What if the pollen was still on him and lurking somewhere on his face? How careless of him, he should have known better and not touched it at all. You'll definitely reject him now. He bit his lip, trying to hold back his feelings and not burst into tears in front of you. He didn't want to make himself look like an even more incompetent fool in front of you for not even being able to contain his feelings.

“He's cute. I like him. But you know how bad I am with naming.” You sighed. “Okay, I'll think of something.”

Relief so intense pierced him that he almost fainted. You called him sweet! A blush spread across his cheeks and even reached his ears. Now you were going to give him a name. He was sure to remember this day for the rest of his eternity. He tried desperately not to squirm in spot under your gaze. His snow-white wings were folded slightly behind his back. The ones on his head were pressed tightly against his ears, showing his nervousness.

Your lips moved silently mouthing the possible options, until finally loud and clear you said:

“Irin.”

You gave him a name. That meant you were willing to accept him, right? Didn't it? Irin promised himself that he would cherish the name you gave him like the apple of his eye. Irin. How lovely and sweet it sounded; it was as if you'd captured his essence in four simple letters. With metaphorical stars in his eyes, he looked at you with his hands clasped tightly to his chest.

“Okay I realize I'm the third wheel here, I'll come back later. Bye bye.” Your friend smirked and shook his head, then quickly disappeared into the vortex of the portal.

Now it was just the two of you in the middle of the flower field. Irin opened his dry lips with difficulty, and allowed himself to speak to you.

“I… I am honored to have been created to serve you. You are more beautiful and magnificent than I ever dared to imagine. If there is anything about me that you do not like, I will gladly change it until it satisfies your tastes. The purpose of my existence is to serve you. Please use me as you wish.” Irin spat out his entire monologue in one breath and immediately bowed, waiting for your reaction.

I wasn't too furious, was I? Should I have spoken slower? I definitely should have. Another mistake. I would never be able to look them in the eye again. Reacting to his feelings, the wings near his head fluttered, making small flapping motions. Your fingers on his chin came as a big surprise. Gently but insistently, you lifted his face upwards. Irin felt like a boiled crawfish, so red he managed to become by the feel of it. His face was burning, and the heat spread even to his chest.

“Stop being so nervous, handsome. I promise I won't bite. Unless you ask me to.” You winked at him. “What do you say we walk over to that pretty cottage not far away now? I'll make you a cup of tea and we can discuss all the matters that concern you and me.”

'Handsome' echoed in his ears as he nodded silently in response. Bite? Your teeth press against his flesh, increasing the pressure with each passing second. The marks that appear afterward on his skin. Irin exhaled slightly dreamily. You could bite him as many times as you wanted. In fact, he'd want you to do it. Take him and squeeze him as tightly as you need to. He would gladly put his flesh under the sharp tips of your fangs.

The idea that he was worthy of drinking tea personally made by you left his eyes moist. What a good god you were to put so much effort into it for him. Irin promised himself that he would savor every drop, making sure to savor the taste in his mouth. Questions? Yes, perhaps he did have a few.

You wrapped your arm around his wrist and pulled him toward the cottage. The yellow sea parted obediently in front of you both, making steps light and carefree. Irin stared at your back in front of him, happiness like champagne bubbles rising from the soles of his feet to his heart. The sun's rays warmed his top and the surface of his wings and he felt as if he was covered in a soft, fluffy blanket. At that moment, he made a wish to be with you forever. After all, today was his birthday, and everyone knows that wishes made on such a day always come true. Nothing he could have wished for more.

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