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Mammon's Second

Mammon/Reader, 6.5k words

Summary: NSFW, 18+ (Part Two sequel for Mammon's First, because some asked for it and I ended up thinkin' too hard about what it could be)

Felt good.

Mammon stared at the door, still replaying the sensations in his head while… trying to figure out what exactly’d just happened.

‘I admire so much of you, in fact.’

Admire him, huh? He chuckled quietly, letting his hand slowly roam up his body. Admire him so much you’d made him feel…

Really good.

“NO! NO NO NO! GET AWAY FROM MY DOOR YOU… YOU… PERVERT!”

“Name calling? Don’t be mean, Levi, I just wanted to talk about—”

“NOOO! DON’T YOU DARE!”

Ah, right. He really should go feed Cerberus.

Mammon stepped out and peered down the hall to find you grinning to yourself at Levi’s door. You looked up when you heard him and he quickly averted his gaze, feeling… warm again.

He sighed and slipped out, choosing the long way down the hall toward the stairs. If Levi wasn’t willing to listen to you, he might have to… ah… well, he probably wasn’t the best one to do that. Hopefully Levi’d listen. Otherwise…

Eh, he could probably figure out how to explain it. Maybe.

After he figured out what to make of it himself. Until then it was probably his best bet to avoid his brothers, lest he slip up and say something he shouldn’t and send them all screaming and running like Levi.

After he’d made his way to the kitchen and snuck down the halls, he went out the back to look for Cerberus, that big overgrown hellhound that’d nearly scared him out of his skin only to turn puppy when Lucifer’d showed up. It’d been… terrifying, but in a different way, to see Lucifer come to their rescue, his eyes fierce and tongue sharp.

“Alright, c’mon ya big goof,” he said, dropping the hunk of meat onto the platter outside the beast’s hovel. Apparently, magical beasts in this realm could be tamed within pocket dimensions, allowing for quick summons once a caster knew how to pull them through but for now Barbatos had had a small group of Little D’s help put up some makeshift shelter in the back.

This place was so weird.

First the snuffles, then a big black snout poked out, followed by another, then another all sniffing and curious before Cerberus emerged, its heads all peering at him questioningly before the one furthest on the left noticed the meat. It bowed its head and nudged the meat with its nose, then snapped at it with massive, sharp teeth. The head on the right took notice and growled, turning its head to pull the meat away for itself only to have the center bite down and lift it high.

Mammon chuckled and sat down on the ground to watch, shaking his head. “Doesn’t it all go in the same place? Why do you guys gotta all fight over it?”

The beast flopped down to the ground with a heavy thump, both eating and fighting over its meal while Mammon held his chin in his hand and closed his eyes. Not his favorite chore so far, but not the worst either, all he really had to do was make sure they didn’t fight each other.

“It must be exhausting having three heads, don’t you think?”

“Mm… yeah,” he nodded, eyes still closed. “Even if we give ‘em multiple pieces, they still keep fighting so I figure one big piece is easier.”

Asmo tittered, his footsteps growing closer. “Sounds like an excuse to be lazy to me~”

He shrugged, “You can feed ‘em how you want when it’s your turn.”

“Ugh, please, I don’t want to go anywhere near what he eats,” Asmo said, taking a seat beside him.

Cerberus made short work of the meat, two of the heads gnawing at the bone while the third sniffed Asmo’s outstretched hand.

“It’s crazy to think we were almost eaten by him, huh?” Asmo said, eyes softening a little as he scratched at the muzzle, its tail thumping against the dirt. “Now he’s such a softie~”

“Yeah…” It was… still a bit of a sore spot.

“I’m just glad everyone’s okay,” he said quietly.

Asmo chuckled and leaned over to nudge him. “You think too much, you know? I mean look at us! We’re the Seven Rulers of the Underworld now!”

Mammon laughed in turn, “Yeah… but I don’t really know what that means.”

“Neither do I, but who cares?” Asmo cupped Cerberus’ cheeks in both hands, giving them affectionate scritches. “Soon enough everyone will know about me here, just like before and I’ll have even more titles to use~”

Cerberus barked, tail wagging faster while Mammon couldn’t help but snort and shake his head.

“Don’t you laugh!”Asmo quipped, turning to him again. “Demons like titles and status! I got so many free samples for makeup and creams today because of it!”

“Wait, they give you stuff for free?”

“Mhm~ though, I wouldn’t get any ideas, it could be entirely because it was me you know.”

“Eh… I’m still worried I might get eaten by a giant snake or somethin’ if I buy the wrong kinda toothpaste.”

Asmo snickered, “Yeah… good point. I’m not entirely sure why anyone would even want a prize like that.”

“Beats me,” he muttered, his brother taking a seat beside him again.

The two let the conversation dwindle, both lost in their own thoughts with nothing but the sounds of Cerberus’ movements to break the silence. Even in the moonlight, its appearance was sinister but… softer too. Not anything nearly as cuddly or soft as anything he’d seen in the Celestial Realm but… sort of cute, in its own way.

“I do think this place is getting to Levi a bit though,” Asmo added quietly, “he started freaking out and won’t come out of his room now.”

“Oh that’s just ‘cause he walked in on me and—”

He sat up straighter, realizing he probably shouldn’t have but it was too late. Asmo’s eyes lit up and he turned to him.

“Walked in on you and what? What’d you do?”

“I didn’t do anything,” he said, turning up his chin. “Why you gotta assume I did?”

“Mammon, you just led a mission to go find some mythical creature. You always do something.”

“Oi, I—” Well, he was sort of right. Kinda.

He slouched again, feeling his face start to warm the more he thought about just what happened and rubbed his neck.

“Oo~ something definitely happened.” Asmo scooted closer, nudging him again, “Come on, don’t tease! Spill!”

“I-I uh…” he blushed further, looking up at the stars. “I um… well he kinda… walked in on me havin’ sex.”

“Oh.”

He closed his eyes, about to breathe a sigh of relief when—

“Wait, WHAT?! When?!”

“A bit ago, just before—”

Asmo was on his feet so fast and grabbed the belts across his chest, yanking him up with him.

“WHEN?” He demanded, shaking him. “When did you- How.. How did you even-?!”

“I- Quit shakin’ me and I’ll tell ya-!”

Asmo dropped him and he landed in the dirt, scowling up at his mystified face.

“What was it like?” He asked, amber eyes starry.

What was it like…

“Um…” he leaned back on his hands, considering his words carefully. “I dunno it felt… good.”

Asmo’s expression grew a touch more annoyed. “Well of course it felt good, everyone knows that, but what was it like?”

He laughed and shrugged, “I dunno, it’s kinda hard to explain.”

Asmo’s eyes narrowed and he shifted his weight to one leg. “I can’t believe you would lie to me about something like that.”

“What?! I ain’t lyin’!”

“Oh please,” Asmo flipped his bangs from his face with a sigh, “There’s no way you’ve had sex and can’t even describe it. You probably just discovered some new fetish and freaked Levi out or something.”

“H-Hey, no that ain’t true!” He got up and threw up his hands. “I just dunno how to describe it, okay? I mean it was sex, but it wasn’t like sex sex, y’know?”

Asmo stared at him blankly. “How do you have sex that isn’t sex sex?”

“I don’t know!”

Asmo sighed and crossed his arms loosely, shaking his head. “Mammon… what even happened?”

“I… well,” He cleared his throat and put his hands on his hips. “They uh… they used their mouth on me.”

“They…” Asmo’s eyes flicked down to his waist, then up to his eyes. “Their mouth?”

“Yeah, but not like the whole time?” He said, face feeling warmer.

“Ew… why would you…? Hm…” Asmo cupped his chin in thought.

“It felt great,” he said, laughing a little. “But uh… then I um…”

“You what? Made an ass of yourself?” Asmo teased.

“Maybe,” he admitted, shifting his weight. “‘Cause y’know… their mouth was on me a lot so…”

“So…?” Asmo echoed, waiting for him to finish before realization kicked in. “Wait- did you?”

He closed his eyes and nodded, earning a smack on his arm.

“Mammon, that’s so gross!”

“I know, that’s what I thought too! But then—” he clapped a hand over his mouth. No. Shouldn’t say that.

“But then what?” Asmo pressed, ever eager for gossip. “What? What happened? Did you make them sick?”

“N-No, they ah…” He looked away again, watching Cerberus retreat into its shelter. “…swallowed it….”

“They…” Asmo went quiet, processing what he’d just said. He’d expected more teasing, or a scolding, but when Asmo failed to say anything more he stole a glance at his brother.

Asmo was staring at the ground, eyes flicking back and forth as if trying to calculate just how exactly to respond.

“Ew that’s so hot!” He finally cried, stepping back to fan himself while shifting his weight from foot to foot. “Ewww why would someone do that and how do I find someone to do that with me??”

“Huh?”

Asmo’s eyes focused on him again, a new motive shining through. “Did they say? Did they say why they’d do that?”

“Oh… uh…” he looked up again, reflecting on the conversation you’d had. “They said they… admired me….”

Asmo’s nose wrinkled and he hugged himself, still squirming. “Oh it’s so icky but so sweet I kind of want to try it but ugh oh dear it’s so… so naughty!”

He laughed, and Asmo smacked his arm again.

“Don’t you laugh! Ugh, I can’t believe you found someone first it’s so unfair!”

“Found- what? Whaddya mean unfair? I’m great!”

Asmo rolled his eyes. “Sure, maybe if you say that enough times it’ll be true.”

“Hey!”

He tittered again and sighed fondly, posing himself to be illuminated by the moonlight as he spoke to the stars. “I just can’t imagine you’d charm someone so quickly… especially with me around.”

“At least you’re gettin’ your confidence back,” he muttered under his breath, and Asmo’s fierceness returned so quick it threw him off guard.

“You just watch yourself, mm? You might’ve had first touch, but I’m going to be the Avatar of Lust you know. I can’t have my brothers showing me up.”

“S’that right?” He said with a grin, “What? So you tellin’ me to back off or something? It ain’t my fault I got admirers.”

Asmo raised a brow and poked him in the chest. “Admirer. Just one. One that you haven’t had ‘sex sex’ with yet.”

“Y-Yet? Whaddya mean, ‘yet’? I don’t even know if I’d—” Wait. He coughed and leered back at Asmo. “I mean, you can say you’re Lust all you want, all I know is I kinda want more~”

Asmo gasped. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothin’,” he said innocently, “It ain’t my fault if you can’t find someone to do the same before I do.”

“You… You wouldn’t!”

“Wouldn’t what?” He crossed his arms, “You’re my little brother, you can’t stop me.”

Asmo’s face turned pink and he sputtered a bit.

It was almost funny, but then he felt a little bad.

“Look, don’t worry about it. I’m just t—”

“Let’s make a bet.”

Bet?

He tilted his head slightly, intrigued.

“What kinda bet?”

Asmo smiled. “Nothing too drastic, just a little bet. Let’s say… whoever gets it first wins and the loser has to… mm…” He pursed his lips and looked back at the house in thought. “Oh! Loser has to do the winner’s chores for a month.”

Not having to do chores for a month? Not a bad outcome.

“Sure,” he said, “why not?”

“Perfect~” Asmo hummed, turning to saunter back inside. “Oh, but one thing to keep it fair.”

“Okay, what’s that?”

“Well~ my charms are rather something, but I’m still figuring them out…” he admitted, “And you with your… admirer… how about we can’t charm or ask, it has to be offered?”

He considered that, reflecting on the way you…

He swallowed.

“Y-Yeah, that’s fine.”

Asmo clapped his hands. “Oh yay! I can’t wait to have a whole month free to myself!”

“Yeah, keep dreamin’,” he teased, following after him.

————

Over the next few days all was quiet and simple, nothing too exciting. More exploration of the village nearby while Lucifer’d wander off with Diavolo to discuss thoughts about establishing RAD and what it could mean for the future. Lots of big ideas without a lot of direction or history to go off of, but whenever Mammon overheard or Lucifer shared some of the discussions with him, he couldn’t help feeling a little more… hopeful.

Maybe becoming a demon really wouldn’t be so bad.

Especially since some demons seemed to be kinda sorta fun.

He did try his best to create space whenever you were called by one of his brothers. Somehow even Satan seemed to have taken a liking to you, and your visits had an impact on how often he’d throw his fits. Levi had been growing fond too, but after… that he didn’t seem as keen to seek your guidance.

Mammon couldn’t help feeling a little bad about that, but when he saw you reaching out to the twins too it was easier to let it go. He’d figure out how to make it up to Levi some day, at least once he quit bolting out of the room whenever you and he were present.

It was… nice. Real nice. Experiencing yet another demon in this world, not quite like Diavolo or Barbatos where decorum was expected to some degree. You were sassy. You were funny. You were sometimes a little bit scary when you’d scold, but you were always… so kind after. Willing to explain, to understand.

Which made it all the more frustrating too.

Whether Asmo had put two and two together or not, your charms even enticed the fifth born to try and sway your fancy. Once you’d offered to show him around to your favorite shops it was like you were joined at the hip. He’d even painted your nails and excitedly told you why he enjoyed it so much.

It was nice to see his brothers making friends, but… this feeling inside…

‘We can’t charm or ask, it has to be offered.’

“Yeah, but I wanna ask so bad…” he muttered under his breath, scrolling through his D.D.D. and trying to figure out how to use it to find recipes. It was his turn to make dinner this time, but he’d never been that good at cooking even in the Celestial Realm. Stuff just wasn’t… none of these ingredients looked familiar, and a whole lot of things seemed poisonous or deadly. How’d anyone even figure out how to eat this stuff without dying?

He could… maybe ask you for help. You were their attendant after all, right? Wasn’t it your job to help him figure this stuff out?

He chewed his lip, swiping across to the Demmunication app and lingering on your contact name. Technically, he could figure out how to make dinner on his own but…

But…

Why… not ask you to…

“Whatcha lookin’ at so hard?”

“Ack!” He jumped, startled by your voice and nearly dropping his D.D.D. “What the- Where’d you come from?”

“Cocytus Hall?” You said blankly, walking into the kitchen with your hands behind your back. “Duh, that’s where I live.”

He tsked and put his D.D.D. in his back pocket, “That’s not what I meant.”

“Mm… is it not?” You teased, sidling up to the counter and looking over the various vegetables and whatever the fuck he found at the market that looked… good? Was it good? He had no clue. Some of it was cool colors though so that had to mean it’d taste good, right? “Beel asked me to come over, he said it was an emergency.”

“An emergency? Is he okay?”

You laughed and met his eyes, “Oh yeah, he’s fine, he just got worried.”

“Worried? About what?”

You leaned on the table and gave him a sly grin. “You cooking dinner.”

“I- what!” His face heated, “That ain’t an emergency!”

You laughed and shrugged, “Hey don’t get mad at me, I’m just the messenger.”

He scowled and considered asking Beel just what exactly was wrong with him cooking dinner, but…

“Well uh… if you’re here anyway….” He said, glancing at you through the corner of his eye and gesturing to the spread. “What’s somethin’ I can make with all this?”

“Mm…” you hummed in thought, picking up a few things and putting them down again. “Well… I’ve never seen all these things used together in a single dish, but…” A light flickered in your eyes and you held up a devionion. “Could you dice this for me? We could make a few dishes to serve together.”

“Sure but they’re not gonna all be the same size,” he said, making you laugh again.

“That’s fine, just do your best,” you said, picking up a carton of hellshrooms and walking over to the sink to wash them. “The closer they are in size, the better they’ll cook.”

“Yeah, okay,” he muttered, picking back the papery skin, its deep purple peeling back to expose a bright violet red. He set the devionion down on the board and picked up a knife, then cut it in half. Easy so far. He put one half down in the middle of the board and bit the tip of his tongue, trying to copy how he’d seen others do it before… just a few cuts here… and then there… and a few more…

“Ugh- Why’s everything-” He tipped his head back, blinking back tears as his eyes began to sting. “Seriously, why’s everything gotta be dangerous here?”

You snorted. “Is the devionion too much of a challenge for you?”

“I didn’t say that!” He snapped, but a new wave hit and he reached up to rub his eyes with the back of his hand.

“Aw…” Your voice was light with thinly veiled laughter. “It’s okay, sometimes they still make me cry too.”

“I ain’t cryin’, my eyes hurt,” he grumbled, leaning against the counter.

“Here, let me take that,” you said, reaching around him to pick up the board. He couldn’t see it, but the sizzles and pops testified the accursed vegetable was frying inside.

“Not bad, honestly,” you said, stirring in with a pinch of salt. “A little chunky, but mostly even.”

He blinked again, quickly wiping away a stray tear. “Yeah? Well chopping stuff isn’t so hard it’s all the other stuff that is.”

You chuckled and nodded to the pile of hellshrooms, “Would you mind chopping those up too for me?”

He squinted, your smile mischievous. “Are they gonna hurt too?”

“No,” you laughed, “Sure some of the stuff here is a hassle to work with but I promise the hellshrooms are fine.”

“Okay…” He picked up the knife again while you set the board in front of him. “How am I supposed to chop ‘em?”

“Just in chunks,” you said, placing the hellshrooms down beside him. “About the same size as the devionion.”

“Okay…” he said again a little skeptically, picking up one hellshroom and cutting it up. “This seems weird, what’s it for?”

You hummed and walked around him again, picking through the pantry for a few items before returning to his side and mixing them in a small bowl.

“We’re making sandwiches,” you said, sprinkling in some seasonings and stirring the sauce.

“These’re gonna be some real weird sandwiches,” he muttered, grabbing another handful of hellshrooms to chop.

“What~?” you teased, leaning into him with a nudge. “You don’t trust me?”

“I didn’t say that,” he said, feeling his face start to warm again. “Just… never made sandwiches like this before.”

You hummed softly, “I think that’s enough, can you add them to the pan?”

“Oh, really? I still had some left, but okay,” he said, turning to dump them into the pan. Should he… stir it too? He glanced at you, but you were still mixing something so he shrugged and picked up the spoon, nudging the veg around a bit. Yeah, that seemed about right.

“Mammon, do you want a taste?” You asked, and he turned only to nearly bump into you.

“W-When’d you get so close?” He asked, stepping back and catching himself on the counter while you stepped closer, a dab of sauce dripping down your finger.

“Hm?” You tilted your head, stepping so close any closer and he might feel you against him. “I’m just offering you a taste~” you cooed, holding your finger up. “Don’t you want to try what we’re making?”

“I-I…” He glanced from your finger to your lips, tempted. “I-isn’t that kinda…?”

“Kinda what?” You murmured, reaching up to touch his chest. “Weird~?”

He swallowed, the sauce running further down your finger and making him… want…

“You’re so cute,” you mused, meeting his eyes as you brought your finger to your lips, soft tongue peeking out to glide up and lick it clean. “So very cute~”

“Oh… fuck…” he whispered.

You smiled and leaned in closer, pressing your chest against him. “What? No sassy comeback?”

So close.

His wings began to curve around you, his heart rate picking up.

“Comeback for what?” he asked, eyes drifting down to your lips again.

And oh the way his heart leapt when you smiled.

“I missed you,” You cooed, leaning against the counter with your hands at either side of his waist, trapping him despite your shorter stature. “You haven’t been avoiding me, have you?”

“Avoiding you? What? No,” he laughed and turned his gaze up, the heat he’d felt before starting to return. “Don’t be silly, I ain’t avoidin’ ya, I just figure you’re busy.”

“Mm…” You lifted yourself up on your toes, resting your cheek against his shoulder and sighing fondly into his neck. “It has been a lot of work lately…”

He swallowed, flapping his wings in short little bursts.

“I don’t think I’ve really been able to… unwind… in a while either…”

“Well then-” He gripped the counter’s edge, your lips so soft on his neck. “Th-Then why don’t you take the day off? I can fi-hi—”

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pinching him with a sharp little bite.

“Are you really asking me to go?” You pouted, stepping between his legs and rubbing yours up his thigh. “Mammon, can’t I stay?”

“Y-You can do whatever you want,” he said, staring up at the ceiling.

You giggled and stepped back, “Mammon, look at me~”

He hesitated and you giggled again, letting your hands slip from his neck and down his chest.

“So cute~”

“Would ya quit callin’ me cute?” He said, finally meeting the mischief in your eyes. “I am a demon too y’know.”

“Right,” you tilted your head slightly, a spark in your eyes. “But aren’t demons a little… weird?”

The look on his face must’ve been amusing, because you stepped back and covered a more genuine laugh. “Oh it’s fine~ everyone’s a little weird, you know? Besides,” you reached out to touch just above his navel, drawing a slow circle around it. “I used to think the Celestial Realm was pretty weird… until I met you.”

A subtle shiver ran through his body, but if he was being honest it was the way it made you smile that really tickled. That seductive, sinful smile…

He swallowed again, his grip on the countertop relaxing.

“What’s so… weird about the Celestial Realm?”

“Oh lots of things,” you said, drawing idle shapes without a care while the tickling began pulsing the further down your touch flirted. “It’s a place I’ve never been, even just thinking about a place where the sun always shines is strange, don’t you think?”

“I mean… it’s always dark here,” he muttered, and you laughed. Ugh, was laughter supposed to tickle too?

“True~ but you know one thing I thought was interesting?” You asked, turning your palm to rest on his stomach and gazing at him with such sweet eyes. “I had no idea angels could fuck,” you said, amusement glittering. “I thought they were all just… prudish or oblivious.”

“I- well-” He blushed and turned his face aside. “It ain’t like we don’t know how stuff works, it’s just not… we- I mean they- they ah, uh…”

“Hey, Mammon?” Your fingers slipped under the hemline of his pants. “Would you… help me unwind a little?”

His grip tightened on the countertop again, the tightness down below even more aggravating when he felt your fingers ghost just shy of his cock.

“H-How would I… help ya with that?” he asked, trying but failing to keep cool.

“Mm…” Your thumb caressed him so lovingly it felt dirty wanting it lower. “Maybe… let me admire you again? I had so much fun last time~”

He wheezed out a laugh, glancing at you through the corner of his eye. “Again? Really?”

“I mean… only if you want me to,” you said with a shrug, “we don’t have to.”

“No, I want to,” he said a little too quick. “B-But ah, y-yeah, we don’t have to.”

You smirked and stepped away to give the hellshrooms a stir. “You’re so cute.”

“Would you quit—” He held his tongue when you glanced over your shoulder, that smirk still plain as day on your face. He looked away. “Never mind.”

You merely shrugged and began to busy yourself with the rest of dinner prep, humming an idle tune all the while. The way you moved around the kitchen was so confident and self assured, picking through the items he’d picked up and separating them into different piles. Maybe Beel was right and this was an emergency, he’d had no idea how to put anything together and you made it look so easy.

And…

There was something about…

It didn’t happen every time, but after a bit he realized it wasn’t some trick of the light or something in his eyes. Every now and then he’d see a flicker of light, like a subtle glow was housed just under your skin. Sometimes it’d shine in your eyes too, and those flickers made him feel real funny. But other times it appeared lower in your chest, and it felt… different when he saw it there.

What did it mean? Was he seeing things?

“Whatcha thinking about so hard?” you teased, cutting a few devispuds into wedges. “Do you not like fries?”

“Huh?” He blinked and shook his head. “No I was just… uh, is it… normal for demons to glow sometimes?”

“Glow?” You repeated, looking up at him. “Oh, you mean the Eyes of Greed?”

“The… what?”

You smirked and set the knife down, then pointed to your chest. “Demons of Greed can sometimes see the essence of the soul. It’s part of your charm.”

“Part of my… charm?”

You nodded and lined the devispud wedges onto the pan, “Yep. You’ll have to learn how to read it of course, but the sparkles can give you ideas of what a person values so you can… well… use it to negotiate and things.”

He watched you open the oven door and place the pan inside. “That doesn’t sound fair.”

“Doesn’t it?” You asked, shutting the door but still bent over, smirking at him as you swayed your hips to the side. “I think it is~ it’s a gift among curses, all demons have them.”

He felt himself warming again, the way you were leaning…

He closed his eyes and crossed his arms, folding his wings more inward around his hips.

“Is that why you can mess with me? You can see?”

“Mm… no, I’m actually unspecialized right now. I do like Greed, but…”

Your steps approached him again, the familiarity of sensing you nearby made his heart skip half a beat. He opened his eyes again to see you grinning up at him coyly, hands behind your back.

“I do really enjoy Lust too~”

“O-Oh you do, huh?”

“Mhm~” You tilted your head slightly. “It’s flattering to know I’m desired, you know?” You reached out to touch his arm, focusing your attention on it while you caressed his sleeve. “It’s nice to indulge.”

“Yeah… that makes sense,” he said, relaxing a bit.

You chuckled, “‘That makes sense’, you’re so cute.”

“I’m not—”

“You know what else is fun about Greed though?” You asked, taking another step closer just shy of pressing against him again. “Greed has its own… thrill,” you murmured, lightly trailing your fingertips up his side. “A risk of loss or reward.”

He shivered and you took the opportunity to reach behind in your back pocket.

“Would you want to play a little game with me, Mammon?”

“A… sure? What kinda game?”

You smiled and took a step back, revealing a single Grimm coin in your hand. “I’d love to make you feel good again, but you seem awfully shy—”

“Oi, I ain’t shy!”

You laughed, “Right. Anyway, why don’t we turn it into a game? If you call the coin toss right I’ll make you feel real good, and if you don’t,” you shrugged, “I’ll just finish up dinner and be on my way.”

“I…” That actually sounded… kinda good. “But shouldn’t I do something for you too?”

Your eyes glittered with mischief, and you reached out to touch his inner thigh, massaging deep into the muscle making his cock ache.

“I like to be desired first~” you purred, “It’s more fun that way.”

“You…” His face heated and he crossed his arms, knowing damn well what you were doing but refusing to admit he’d caught on. “Fine, yeah. Coin toss sounds good.”

You grinned and flipped the coin high into the air, caught it, then slapped it on the back of your hand. “Alright,” You shifted closer and placed your knee between his legs, rubbing his thigh with your own. “Call it~”

“Tails,” he said, not wanting to overthink it.

Or overthink how badly he wanted to be right.

“Tails,” you repeated, rubbing your thigh higher up his leg. “Mm~ let’s see if you’ll get lucky.”

“Oi, c’mon don’t do that unless I won—”

Your eyes flicked to his again, alight with glee. “Why? Do you want to win?”

“I—” He blushed, this heat inside made it so hard to think straight. “Quit teasing and just tell me if I won or not!”

You giggled and sidled closer, your hip pressed right against his groin as they swayed with a gentle stroke. “Oh dear~ what happens if you lost? Will you be upset?”

“Of course not! Just show me the coin.”

“Mm…” your tail wound around his leg as you leaned back against his chest, gazing up at him innocently. “Promise you won’t be mad if you lose?”

Flustered, he couldn’t think of what to say, your tail stroking his calf so affectionately.

“I-I ain’t gonna get mad over some game.”

You beamed, tail giving his leg a little squeeze. “You’re so cute~”

“Would you quit—”

“It really is such a shame,” you continued, turning in to face him. “I wanted so badly for you to win, but…” You revealed the coin, showing it was heads up. “Too bad, huh?”

Too bad.

Too…

“Damn,” he said, wings falling slack. He’d wanted to win too, but it was almost a relief to not—

You grabbed the hem of his pants and pulled him forward, startling him.

“H-Hey wait, what’re you—”

You dropped the coin down his pants, the cold of the metal ice on his skin.

“Well, I don’t need it anymore so you can have it,” you said with an idle shrug, turning on your heel as your tail unwound from his leg. “Consider it a consolation prize.”

“A consol- Oi! The hell was that for?! It was cold!”

You stopped with your back to him, tilting your head to the side.

“… Chopped nuts…”

He clapped his hands over himself, “Wh-What?!”

You looked over your shoulder with amusement, pointing at a bowl. “I said, could you pass me the chopped nuts?”

He scowled and reached over to grab the bowl, handing it to you before walking off. “I’m gonna go take a shower.”

“Yeah, you do that,” you teased, “I’ll finish up dinner.”

——

Mammon couldn’t make it to the bathroom soon enough, the ache almost starting to feel… sore. Luckily no one else was in it, and he locked the door behind him before stripping down then turned on the water and just.

“Fuck.”

He stepped into the shower, letting the hot water roll down his back. His cock didn’t… hurt but it felt…

He tsked, noticing an imprint of the coin on his thigh.

“Cheeky demon,” he muttered, staring at his cock and watching it twitch. Why wouldn’t it go down? It felt so swollen, so sore, so…

He touched two wet fingers to the bottom side, stroking up his length while fantasizing about your tongue. That delicious, luscious, sinful tongue… so soft and wet…

“So… warm…” he murmured, wrapping his fingers around his cock and starting to stroke. This body… wasn’t like the body he used to have… everything felt… more.

He groaned, leaning forward against the wall and closing his eyes.

More.

The way your eyes lit up whenever he’d fall for your teasing.

The subtle purse of your lips as you blew on the spoon before tasting for seasoning.

The way your moans tickled his cock as you swallowed it down your throat.

“Fuck,” he grit his teeth, chasing that high.

More.

Seeing you nestled between his legs, nuzzling him with—

His lower abdomen clenched, the swelling ache rising.

Cumming so hard only to watch you swallow it down, suckling him clean before you’d raised your head…

Why…

Had that been…

So…

“Fuhhhck…” he moaned, stroking himself faster. Almost. Just a little—

All he wanted was—

“Hh… hahhh…” He breathed out before his eyes rolled back, pumping his cock until he came, the euphoria of relief erasing all thought from his mind.

Just…

Bliss.

Bliss…

The water continued to rain down, and he leaned his cheek against the cool tile, reveling in the feeling. Hot and cold. Raw and numb.

Cumming had never felt anything like this before…

And…

He shivered, glancing down at himself and unable to help imagining you kneeling there, even rolling hips a few times for good measure.

Cumming could feel… even better…

He chuckled to himself, feeling a little clearer headed while he finished cleaning up. Maybe being a demon really wouldn’t be so bad.

The shower helped too, and once he’d dried off he began to redress, pulling up his pants while a golden glint caught his eye.

The coin.

That damn coin.

He’d had a fifty-fifty shot and that stupid coin!

He picked it up, flipping it over in his hand.

Well, at least they let him…

Wait a second.

He threw open the door and ran down to the kitchen, unable to find you there before he checked the dining hall where you, Asmo, Beel, and Belphie were sitting down to eat. You were giving Belphie a plate to send up to Levi.

“Could you bring this up to him for me? He won’t answer the door when I go up there?”

“Ugh, do I have to? I’m so tired…”

“Please, Belphie?”

Belphie sighed and picked up the plate, “Fine… I’ll be back.”

“Thank you~” you cooed, giving him a little hug while plating up a pile of sandwiches for Beel, “Now Beel, you’ll have to tell me what you think so I can—”

“Oi!” He strode in, holding up the coin. “What’s this?!”

“Well hello there, Mammon.” Asmo teased, holding his chin in his hand. “Did you forget to finish getting dressed?”

“Shaddup,” he said, stopping in front of you.

You looked from the coin to him, your smile giving away what your voice did not.

“Why, it’s a single Grimm coin, Mammon.”

“No it ain’t,” he said, holding it up in front of you. “It’s got two faces!”

“Oh wow would you look at that.”

“Would y-” He growled, holding the coin in his fist. “That means you cheated! There was no way it was gonna be tails!”

Asmo gasped and looked between the two of you, “Wait, what happened?”

You merely shrugged and turned to pull out a chair. “Nothing really, just teaching Mammon some demon games.”

“It ain’t a game if I have no chance to win!” he protested, and you looked up at him with a smirk.

“Nonsense~ you had equal chance to say heads.”

Asmo laughed, “Oh~ that’s clever! Do you know any other demon games?”

“I know plenty,” you said, giving Asmo a wink. “I’d love to show you some time.”

“R… Really?” Asmo asked, his face turning a little pink.

“Now wait just a sec—”

“Sit down, Mammon,” you said, patting the open seat beside you. “Come have dinner before it gets cold.”

“I- but—”

You raised a brow, that mischievous light shining in your eyes yet again.

“Ugh…” He sat down heavily, trying to not sulk too much.

He should’ve said heads.

Dammit, he should’ve said heads.

“Let me know what you think,” you said, reaching out to pinch his knee. “I worked really hard on it~”

“Mammon, are you getting sick? Your face is looking rather flush~”

“Shaddup Asmo, yours is too!”

“It is not!”

You snickered and refilled your glass of Demonus, lounging back in your seat while demons bickered around you. He tried to not look too much. Tried to not think too much. Tried to not ache too much as your throat flexed, swallowing the Demonus down, wishing it’d been…

“Is that enough or do you want more?”

“Huh?”

You smirked, gesturing to his plate. “If you want more you might want to hurry,” you said, nodding to Beel who was four sandwiches in.

“It’s sh’o good,” Beel said happily, sauce smeared on his face. “What’s in it? There’s a spiciness I really like.”

“I’ll write the recipe down for you, Beel,” you said cheerfully, either unaware or expert at playing coy.

Asmo, though, seemed to catch on more than he would’ve liked, leaning back to smirk at him out of your line of sight.

He scowled at him and picked up a sandwich, pointedly ignoring all of them as he took a bite.

Damn.

Who would’ve guessed hellshrooms could taste so good?

#obey me smut #obey me mammon #obey me shall we date #reader insert #gender neutral reader #fanfic

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leupagus · 9 days

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Selyse is not a "who's this bitch" kind of person but honestly, she should be forgiven for meeting Sansa like this and going "who's this bitch"

Just then there was a call from outside the tent, asking for the king. Davos opened the flap and a young solder ducked inside, bowing low to the king first, then to Lady Melisandre, then to Selyse. "Your Grace," he said, "riders were just spotted on the pass below, making their way up to our camp."

"Spotted on the pass?" snorted Davos. "Are they riding snow bears? Or elks?"

As though in answer, an horn sounded in the distance. The king started, his expression as queer as any Selyse had seen on his face in their near twenty years of marriage. It seemed almost...hopeful. "That call," he said, as though to himself.

Davos shook his head. "I don't recognize it, Your Grace. Do you?"

"Oh, yes," said Stannis softly. "I remember it very well."

The party climbing up the pass was small — a hundred men at most — in two long rows, the banners of all of Stark's promised houses unfurled. They were mounted on the great lumbering beasts that passed for horses in the North. In the pearl-grey of dawn, Selyse could see the front pair dragging behind them a curious leather-and plate device. It was shaped for all the world like the prow of a ship and it cut through the snow with ease. The party moved only slightly slower than a full canter; even as she watched, the two horses affixed to the contraption slowed and stopped, their riders giving them full rein to blow out great puffs of air into the snow. The whole party halted in an orderly queue behind them, and the two mounted soldiers directly behind circled round to unhook the lead pair (without bothering to dismount) and attaching their own horses. The party then resumed its swift pace up the mountain pass. The two who had been in the lead rejoined smoothly at the end, where the snow been packed down to a tidy path.

"Ingenious," remarked Davos. Lady Melisandre said nothing, only quirked an eyebrow. Shireen asked some imbecilic question about something, and the king made a patient response.

"Perhaps these men of the North will bring you the miracle you seek, Your Grace," said Lady Melisandre, as the riders at last drew level.

"Certainly they seem to have performed the miracle of moving in this snow," Stannis observed.

Most of the riders remained at the foot of the camp, but a small group began to make their way toward them, their behemoth horses even more ridiculous as they drew closer, with their hoofs near as wide as platters and their tails cut short as a broomstick. As they halted before their king, the riders dismounted. Despite the bitter cold, not one of them showed any sign of discomfort, their thick boots and cloaks making them appear almost as outsized as their horses.

The king took a breath, as if to ask for their leader, when a hooded figure on a great chestnut beast came out from the midst of them. Her cloak and skirts were dirty from the road and snows, her copper-bright hair in a simple peasant's braid as she pushed back her hood. A half-dozen young men surged forward to hand her from her horse, but it was a giantess in armor who helped her down and followed closely behind as she approached them.

It took Selyse a long moment to realize who the girl was: Sansa, Catelyn's eldest daughter. (Eldest child, now that the usurper Robb Stark was dead — and Catelyn too, and Lord Stark before them.) She had more of her mother's look to her than her father's, which must have pleased the Imp when he married her; Tyrion had always liked his whores pretty and clever. There was something in the way that she carried herself, however, that made Selyse suspect Sansa might be rather too clever.

The girl made no move to bow to the king, merely drew within a length as her retinue fanned out behind her. "Your Grace," she greeted Stannis. At least she had the good sense to recognize her rightful king. "I am Lady Sansa, of House Stark."

"Lady Stark," the king replied, or began to, because at that moment the damned direwolf, that unnatural creature the Lord Commander had foisted upon them, came hurtling in from wherever the devils he'd been and lunged for the girl, sending her sprawling to the ground with a scream more chilling than Shireen's, horrifyingly cut off as she—

As she laughed, the creature licking frantically at her face with its great tail wagging. The girl brought her arms around its monstrous neck and hugged it closer to her, burying her face in its fur, unconcerned entirely by the spectacle. Her Northern lords looked well pleased, in fact, nodding and smiling at one another in shared understanding. He'll recognize her, Jon had told Shireen when she'd asked how Ghost would know who Sansa was. The pack knows its own. It seemed the whole of the North knew.

The king's people were nearly as susceptible. Davos was smiling like a dolt and Shireen looked as though she wanted nothing more than to join in the undignified affair. Lady Melisandre, at least, showed little sign of being moved; she was watching with an air of interest but no warmth. Only the king was truly inscrutable, as he stared down at the tangle of girl and dog with another expression she had never seen before. This time, she could not guess as to what it meant.

At long last, the beast allowed Sansa Stark to rise, once again accepting help only from her giantess. "My apologies, Your Grace," she said. Her smile was broad and bright even as she wiped at a streak of mud across her nose. "But as you might guess, Stark reunions are rare these days."

#if anybody in Stannis's retinue is thinking 'who's this bitch'#let's be real: it's probably Stannis #I'm just saying #also did I spend way too much time researching into how people got through the snow in ye oldene dayes? MAYBE #and for anyone worried: Shireen's scream is from a nightmare she had SHE IS FINE #in fact spoiler alert: none of the kids die in this fic #that's right I looked at Shireen and Tommen and Myrcella and Ned Umber and Lyanna Mormont and were like: u lived bitch #game of thrones motherfuckers #got: bitches get stuff done

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yousaucygirl · 24 days

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Moomin rant part 2: Snufkin's tail

Hi again! So something I've seen a lot on here and on other apps is fanart of Snufkin with a tail. Personally, I LOVE IT! One, I think it's just cute. Like, look at this little guy with a little tail! And the artists who draw him with a tail always have such nice art styles (part of why I spend all of my free time looking at fanart is because you're all so freaking talented). I also think it connects him more with how I've seen Mumriks described as cat-like. I'm pretty sure it even says that on the Moomin Wiki page, but don't quote me. It also has a nice tie to All Small Beasts Should Have Bows In Their Tails (or they'll find themselves locked in Hemulen jails). The song is most closely associated with Snufkin and Little My, which SIBLINGS! But it could also be a tie to Joxter. Maybe it was a song that they learned before Joxter left/Snufkin was turned into Moses. Also sad side note, maybe if there is an invisible arc, Snufkin's tail is constantly invisible. It's sad, but also kind of funny because I imagine everyone being like "you have a tail?!" Anyway, thanks for reading my rant! These funky little Finnish creatures are the sole thing in my brain.

#moomin #moominvalley #moominvalley 2019 #snufkin #the moomins #snufkin with a tail #i have so many problems #these little guys are the only thing i think about

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fallenclan · 2 months

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sky

TW: depicted gore, blood, violence

The grass glistened with morning dew as the sun rose over FallenClan territory, a peaceful sight to behold. Sunlight shimmered in the dewdrops like it was a mirror, the grass bending over with the weight. The trees stood still, only their leaves trembling ever so slightly in the gentle breeze.

The serenity was shattered by a white and grey blur of a cat shooting through the grass, cyan eyes wide with adrenaline. The cat let out a howl, a mix of fear and excitement. Because behind the cat was a huge dog, its short black and tan fur a startling contrast against the peaceful green of the morning. Drool dripped from the beast’s jaws as it barked loudly, the sound rippling through the mountainous terrain.

Sky leaped longer as he ran, his heart thumping in his chest as his ears roared with blood. The initial adrenaline induced excitement had worn away to deep, primal fear. He raced faster, harder, pushing his muscles to the limit as he yowled for help.

The cat darted through the grass, swerving wildly and turning quickly in a feeble attempt to escape. But Sky was soon saved, as a brown tabby cat leaped into his sight. He internally let out a sigh of relief as he scurried to hide behind the cat whilst he caught his breath.

Sky turned and let out a thankful purr when he noticed a black and white cat barrelling into the dog, and a tortoiseshell cat attacking its other side. Once he’d caught his breath, Sky lunged forward and raked his claws down the dog’s snout, satisfaction flooding him when the beast howled and yelped and fled, its blood staining his claws.

“Thank you,” he panted to the four cats, a grey and white cat helping him to his paws. “Thank you so much.”

“It’s no problem,” the tortoiseshell cat chirped, examining him for wounds. “I don’t think we did much though, you really scared it off, we were just there for intimidation.”

“Nonsense!” Sky purred, relaxing enough to sit down. “Without you guys I’d be crowfood!”

“Perhaps we should have our medicine cat check you over for injuries,” the grey and white cat murmured. “Just in case.”

Sky wondered what a ‘medicine cat’ was, but decided it sounded alright so he nodded. Together, the five headed back to what the strange cats claimed to be their Clan’s camp. Sky had heard of the cats of Clans, but he’d never met any of them.

When he did arrive in their camp, Sky was entranced by the strange cats all around him.

There was one young she-cat with silver and white fur and a bushy red tail. She was listening to a small black and white kit chatter about… slugs? Sky looked around further, taking in all the cats. Some had flowers or herbs or even collars, and they were all different!

He instantly loved this place.

“Goldenstar!” The tortoiseshell cat by his side called and a golden tabby cat turned around from talking to a black and red tom. Goldenstar - as Sky presumed - trotted over to them, greeting Sky with a simple bowed head.

“Who have you brought back?” The golden tabby asked, a teasing tint laced in his voice. The brown tabby cat beside Sky purred with laughter for a moment.

“We never did ask for your name!” The cat exclaimed, shaking her head. “I’m Hawkwish! This is Poppyfeather, Flyspots and Willowsplash.” Each of the cats Sky had met bowed their heads slightly in acknowledgement.

“I’m Sky,” he told them confidently. “I love your camp.”

Goldenstar erupted with purring and Sky instantly knew that these cats took great pride in their… Clan. For a moment he lingered on a thought. Could he possibly be one of those cats?

“Would you like to join us?” Goldenstar asked, glancing around at the camp as other cats perked up. “Join FallenClan?”

Sky looked around, hesitation creeping up on him. He’d never really had a permanent home, not for many moons at least. His eyes lingered on the brown tabby and tortoiseshell on either side of him, who’d been overwhelmingly welcoming. Doubt faded away to excitement as he nodded. “I would be honoured.”

And so, that night after being named Skyfrost, the grey and white cat sat by the Clan’s entrance, keeping vigil. Something about the quiet night in FallenClan’s camp felt different compared to the nights he usually spent hiding somewhere.

It felt like home.

A/N: HEY BEETLE! Is this the second fic I’ve submitted in one day? ………… yes. I hope you enjoyed!!! This new wheel of names is my saviour. Oh and I don’t think I ever mentioned this, because I’m Australian, some words may be spelt different as I use British-English not American-English or what ever we call it. Have a good day/night!!! :D

(beetle notes: THIS IS SO GOOD YESSSSS,,, i love seeing Skyfrost get the attention he deserves)

#submission #fallenfic #fionajames

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niqhtlord01 · 2 years

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Humans are weird: The man who bested gods

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From the memoir of Yen Valir

“For over six thousand years the people of Gan’da had been ruled by the god themselves.

The seven suns of our world would rise and fall at their leisure, the oceans would be bountiful or scant on their whim, and life of every citizen was their gift to us; though one they were more than willing to take back should we anger them.

High atop their palace in the Crimson Teeth Mountains they lived in luxury beyond measure. Food from across the entire planet was brought before them to feast on, the most desirable males and females were brought before them to serve as servants and courtesans when the desire arose, furnishings of gold so bright it hurt one’s eyes if looked upon too long and furs so soft that you would never want to get up from them.

One could be mistaken to believe that from this grandeur that the people of our world lived in peace and harmony. They would be mistaken, for just as the gods were beneficial they were even more vengeful.

Disputes between gods would spoil into outright bloodshed as their followers were commanded to exact their revenge. Compelled by their faith, the average citizens would turn on each other like rabid beasts, drenching the streets of their cities in the blood of their rival god’s followers. There was no concept of denying the orders of their gods for no one had ever done so. They slaughtered each in the belief that what they did was in service for a higher purpose.

What was even more astounding than the fickle nature of our gods was not only how quickly these bloodbaths could begin, but how quickly they could be resolved by the gods and forgotten. Thousands would die in a matter of days, but when the quarreling gods came to a compromise they ordered their subjects to cease and return to their normal lives as if nothing happened.

The gods laughed at their feuds while the people buried their dead in mass graves.

This way of life would have gone on for generations had it not been for the sudden and unexpected intervention of one who fell from the heavens and was themselves mistaken for a new god, until we came to know them by their true name.

Anthony Benson, the bester of gods.

In the year 2929.07 a flash of light cut across the sky like a burning blade through butter. Its tail grew across five continents before impacting atop the Crimson Teeth Mountains.

The people of the lands took it as a sign that a new god had come from the heavens to rule alongside their fellows and bring about a new era of wonder. The gods on the other hand, had a less optimistic viewpoint.

They ordered their guards and servants to the site of the impact and there they discovered a metal sphere. It was scorched black as coal and pieces had been torn off from the impact revealing a series of strange tubes and rope like colored threads inside. A small glass circle was on one side of the sphere that was no doubt a window of some sort, but the heat of the fallen sphere was so hot that none could get near it without burning flesh from bone.

Water was brought to the impact crater and for a full day and night they poured the precious liquid into the area to cool the heat until finally the temperature had dropped enough to allow them to approach. No sooner had they begun to walk towards the sphere did the windowed side crack open like the beak of a great bird.

From the new opening a lone figure emerged out on to the now cooled stone. They were adorned in clothing that enveloped them entirely and wore a helm of polished metal that reflected back the faces of all that looked upon it.

Those that were gathered bent to their knees and bowed their heads. They were convinced that they were in the presence of a new god and that to show disrespect was to invite their doom. To their surprise the new god walked towards them and bade them to rise.

Tapping a strange symbol on their chest they spoke. It was a tongue that no one had ever heard of and to this day no one still has understood. When those gathered gave no response they tapped the same symbol several more times before speaking again.

“Take me to your leader.”

The voice was cold and metallic sounding which further unnerved the people. No doubt sensing this, the new god tapped the symbol again and said. “Sorry, it was something I’ve always wanted to say.”

Put at ease the citizens brought the new god to the palace to join their fellow gods in eternal bliss. Yet when they arrived the new god was surrounded by guards the moment they set foot upon the hollowed grounds and taken directly to the ethereal chamber.

Inside the chamber sat all of the gods in a great circle looking down on a lower platform. It was on this platform that the new god was placed and spoke directly to the gods. The palace servants and guards sat beneath the gods on lower rings and watched the discussion with great interest.

They said their name was Anthony Benson and that they were not a god but a lost traveler searching for a way home. This Anthony asked the gods if they could help him return to the stars and resume his journey.

The gods deliberated amongst themselves for some time before they made their decision.

They would assist this wayward traveler to the fullest of their ability, but only if they knelt before them and offered his faith to them.

Upon hearing this Anthony was confused. He said that though he was grateful for their generosity he would not bow before them in worship for he was an atheist.

The gods were confused at this, as there was no translation in their tongue of such a word and demanded Anthony elaborate. He told them that an atheist was someone that believed gods do not exist, and therefore he would not worship in that which he did not believe.

The chamber erupted at this with gasps from the commoners and servants while the gods shouted and demanded this Anthony’s head for his blasphemy.

Behind Anthony two guards approached with their swords drawn ready to cut this skyward traveler down when Anthony spoke.

“Oh noble beings, I wish to make a wager with you.”

“What possibly makes you think that we would accept any arrangements with a heretic like you?” retorted the gods.

“I wager my life for my freedom.” Anthony said.

Intrigued, the gods held up their hands and the guards stopped their advance as the traveler continued.

“I challenge each of you to a game, and should I win you will let me live and do all that you can you assist me.”

“And if you should lose?” one of the gods countered. “What then?”

“Then I shall convert to your faith and allow you to kill me, so I will be forgotten for my crimes against you.”

With such a tempting offer the gods discussed amongst themselves once more. Some were for the wager having been lacking in entertainment for some time, while other’s demanded this travelers head for his affronts to their faith. The gathered crowds of servants and guards looked on in wonder, for no one in their history had ever been so bold as to challenge a god. This traveler, this Anthony, became just as much of an interest to them as he was to the gods.

As the gods debated Anthony spoke once more, raising his voice so all in the chamber could hear.

“Surely you who claim to be gods are not afraid of a mortal of flesh and blood.” At this the gods stopped their discussions, several now on the verge of ordering his execution but stopped as Anthony continued.

“To you, who claim to raise the sun and banish the night, I would have thought a simple game mere child’s play; unless of course you are afraid to lose.”

Goaded by the traveler’s words before those who worshipped them, the gods accepted the wager but demanded that for them to aide him, Anthony must defeat every god present to obtain his prize.

All six hundred of them…..

Without a moment’s hesitation Anthony accepted the terms and said the game would be something from his own world called “Chess”. He turned to one of the guards behind him and asked if they could return to his sphere and remove from inside a small brown box that contained the board.

When the gods protested and demanded that they play a game of their world Anthony said “For ones who claim to have knowledge of the universe I would have thought you would know of this game; do you mean to tell me that you do not know how to play it?”

The crowd watched in silence as the gods did not respond.

“Surely gods who weave the fates of millions would know the rules of a simple game.” they thought.

With bluster the gods admitted to knowing of the game and having played it well for generations beyond counting. At this Anthony said “Then such a game is perfect for our wager for masters such as you.”

It took some time before the guard returned with the requested box and handed it to Anthony. Setting up a table on the platform and two chairs, the traveler laid out a board and several carven figures. Two towers of stone, two beasts, two sharpened spears, a pointed crown, a barer of a cross, and ten guardians. As the pieces were set together Anthony bade the first god to join him.

The god who first came down demanded the guards fetch a more fitting chair for themselves so the game was delayed until they found a more elaborate chair for the god to sit upon.

Anthony took the white pieces and the god took the black pieces. When Anthony made to make the first move the god demanded he stop.

“A god will always go first, mortal.”

The voice was deep and booming and several servants cowered in fear. They had heard it often whenever one of them had displeased a god and a punishment was swiftly coming. The traveler however was unphased by this and merely spun the board around so that the god had the white pieces.

“Then you should have asked for the white pieces.” Anthony said, his polished helm reflecting the confused look of the god. “Have you forgotten that white moves first?”

Enraged, the god made to say something but stopped themselves. The eyes of everyone present watched with baited breath as the strange traveler and theirs gods began to play.

It was astounding when the first god had been defeated, but the rest of the gods had laughed and mocked that they were the simplest of their number and sent another. This process repeated itself over and over and over for three days and nights.

The traveler Anthony and the gods played their games and for three days and nights the traveler won each and every game. With each win the number of spectators from the palace increased further and further until every living soul on the Crimson Teeth Mountains was in attendance and watching. So enthralled had they become by this moment that many slept where they sat rather than risk losing their spot.

At the dawn of the fourth day the final god had been bested.

A task so monumental in scope many had thought it not possible and yet the traveler, this Anthony, had defeated each of the gods in turn.

“You were worthy opponents,” Anthony said as he stood from the table, “but I have won the wager and shall now hold you to your word.”

In anger the final god who had been bested flipped the table and scattered the contents.

“No one makes demands of the gods!” they bellowed. “Savior your victory for it shall be your last!”

With that the gods called upon their gods to kill Anthony. When several made to follow the command Anthony shouted “So this is who you call gods!? Oath breakers!?”

The guards continued advancing on Anthony but slowed their pace slightly and Anthony continued.

“All heard them give their word they would assist me should I win, I trusted that promise and wagered my life in respect; yet now that they lay defeated they break their word like common vagabonds!”

At this the god nearest him lunged at him, the intent to kill painted across their face.

Before they could lay a hand on Anthony a blinding light surrounded the skyward traveler. The light burned so bright all those present covered their eyes but only for a moment. As quickly as the light had arrived it vanished, taking with it the Traveler Anthony Benson.

Enraged, the gods ordered all present to scour the mountains and find them, yet for all there searching no trace remained of the traveler.

The gods ordered that no one would speak of what had transpired in those four days on pain of death and eternal damnation to the dark, but by then the cracks had already begun to appear.

Those that had witnessed the events spoke in hushed tones in their quarters amongst themselves, then amongst the guards, and then even the traders who came to provide tribute. Some had even begun to carve similar game pieces the traveler had brought with them and begun to play the game themselves.

The traders, interested in such gossip, took those stories and even some of the pieces and shared them with the rest of the world. The legend of the Anthony Benson grew and grew with each passing rotation. A mortal who bested gods? Why, the populace could not but day dream of what a being must have been like; and as their legend spread so too did the true nature of their gods.

Those who gave promises with one hand, then offered the dagger with the other, soon cast a dark shadow of the god’s portrayal to the public. How could they claim to be noble if their word meant nothing?

When the gods learned that the game that had bested them was now being played across the world they ordered that anyone found with those “heretical” pieces would be put to death. At first the authorities followed the god’s orders, and many hundreds were put to the axe. That changed when even the children were not sparred and they too were cut from the neck; their lifeless bodies strung from the gates of every city.

The disquiet grew into anger, then the anger to rage, and from the rage came vengeance.

Within two generations the people of Gan’da finally had enough of their “gods” and stormed the Crimson Teeth Mountains in their millions. The gates of the golden palace were torn asunder and the gods who had played with the lives of millions were dragged from their decadence and cast from the mountain side.

It is said that if one is go to the very same spot today and listen closely, you can still hear their terrified screams as they plummeted to their demise.

There was chaos afterwards, as all great change brings. Some say that the way of the gods was harsh, but it was stable. Yet those today would say that to follow those filled with deceit are unworthy of such reverence.

Now as our people finally reach out to the stars we carry not just the hopes of our people, but each a small children’s game and the pieces that changed a world for the better.

We hope one day we will find this Anthony Benson and thank him for the freedom we had denied ourselves for so long.

And then, we would ask if he would play a game with us."

#HUMANS ARE WEIRD #humans are insane #humans are space orcs #humans are space oddities #scifi #science fiction #story #writing #original writing #writer #long post #chess

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oh, to be a little witch of the woods 🦋✨️ with a garden of nightshade and moonflower and henbane 🌿🌺 a cluttered hut with tomes and oddly-shapen vials of glittering potions and ghastly elixirs ⚗️🕯 nestled secretly in the midst of the forest, between an ancient god-tree and a snaking river 🌙🔮

until !! a little wild boy tries to steal from your fish trap !! and has the nerve to threaten you !!

"i'm not a boy!" he warbles, all impish and stubborn. in his hands is a cherry-stained bow, small and fit for him, carved with runes that read foreign. "i'm a dragon!"

"oh, yes, of course," you muse, suppressing a wicked grin at the untamed of sight of his blonde hair as he huffs it out of his baby-face. "how could i overlook your long and scaly tail or your forked tongue?" when you hiss, his nose scrunches up, surrendering a giggle. "tell me, little drake, what exactly are you going to be killing me for?"

the confidence in his big, brown eyes falters and they dart away, down to the overgrown herb garden near your feet. silence trickles by as his shoulders rise, shy suddenly.

"is this your home? or your fish?" you're answered by the drop of his hands, bowstring going lax as he frowns at the grass; a scolded little beast. "ah ha, i didn't think so." dirt clings to his round, pink cheeks, and you lean close enough to swipe it away, turning his chin up. "though it would seem i have no choice but to offer something else in exchange for the safety of my trout."

you're bestowed a toothy smile.

without fear, the little drake stomps into your home, beastly with his manners as he begins to peer into jars and poke at your literature. dust makes him sneeze when he wanders too close to your bookshelf, and he wipes his nose on the front of his tunic.

"come, come, hatchling," you wave a still-warm loaf of bread around like a jewel, beckoning him away from the prick of your thorned roses. "i hope you'll find sweet apple jam a suitable replacement."

his blonde eyebrows shoot up, sitting on his knees at your small round table. precariously, he leans over flickering candles and fares too close to a bubbling cauldron, attention stuck to the green jar you pull from the cupboard; a clumsy little boy, in all manner of the term.

near drooling as you slather down two thick slices of oat bread, digging into them without so much as a thanks as you give him — and his forthcoming mess — all the space he should need. out of reach, you make quick work of stowing away spells that eyes as young as his should never see.

"does your mother know where you are, little drake?"

he gives a small shrug and wipes the back of one hand across his messy face, jelly sticking between his little fingers. "she's gone."

your attention is his instantly, watching from across the hut as a chill runs down your spine; so nonchalant, for such a revelation. "and where has she gone?"

"i don't know," big brown eyes drift to the crows that chatter in your window, watching them as his grip tightens on his delight. "father says she and my sister were taken by bad men."

despite his initial approach, you realize then just how kind he looks: chubby cheeks and a round face, slow-blinking lids and a wild mess of silky, ashen hair. small, for how intelligent he seems, and too trusting.

this would not be the first time you've known such heart-wrenching news, but still — yours breaks for him.

the war still rages to the north, though it hasn't touched this realm in years; regardless, greed among men poisons all, an illness that festers and spreads as spores on a summer wind. there's a very good chance a boy as young as he never even knew his missing family, and, quietly, you thank your gods for such a mercy.

you clear your throat of its itch. "and where is your father, then?"

the little drake pauses, biting at his lip as he thinks — before taking another massive chomp. "at home."

one parent, at least, that hopefully has been strong enough for the both of them, though you doubt the little boy's presence in your home is doing well on a poor father's nerves. a treasure is what you've found in the heart of these woods, one you must return.

"come then," you sink a hand into his tousled hair, which earns you a frightful little glare. "you've been away long enough."

whatever directionless path brought him to your neck of the woods is as clear as day, little feet obvious in their trample of weeds and broken branches. the little drake leads, unafraid and talking loud of all the goblins he's killed in your forest, how good he is with his bow and the tiny knife he keeps strapped to his quiver.

you don't mention the barrier you've set up, to keep the evil in its place, and instead listen to the wild flames of his imagination. it's amusing, at least, and reveals him in slow, secret ways; it's clear the measure of strength he's set is in the shape of his father, and that he thinks being able to defend oneself is the highest skill one can have. they're important things, good things, and you tell him so — but you can smell the fear bleeding through.

it paints a small picture of the man rearing him, one that must be desperate not to lose what little he has left. you think of your own grief and your stomach churns, eager to return him to safety.

"shall we take a shortcut?" at the edge of the river, you pause, calling on thick roots to curl up from under their trees and span across the the rushing water. they creak as they grow, unending, bringing about new sprouts of life as they bend to your will.

"woah!" the wild boy shouts, jumping up and down in place before darting forward. you hardly catch him by the back of his tunic, holding him in place as the bridge evens out. "how did you do that?"

"should you live to see your sixteenth year, i will show you!" you snap, frowning down at his impatience. his cheeks pink, offering small apologies as he vows to stick by your side.

still leading, though he's true to his word and dares not to run ahead any further. the only time his impatience sparks anew is when a cottage breaks your line of sight, surrounded, too, by a swath of thick trees. glee marks his face and you return it in full force, allowing him to take you by the arm as he starts to shout out for his father.

—but at the feel of eyes on the back of your neck, you freeze, hands going up in surrender as a sharp tang of fear sours in your mouth; it's been a long time since anyone has gotten the jump on you. "daddy drake, i presume?"

"huh?" the little boy turns to make a silly face at you, mouth wide open like you've just spoken a foreign language — but the looming beast steals all his attention. something digs too deep into the skin of your neck, and the boy erupts. "father!" he cries, eyes going impossiblely wider. "stop!"

at your throat, the blade hesitates but never recedes. the low voice tickles the shell of your ear, and you repress a shiver. "you've got until he closes his eyes to get the fuck outta here, or i'll skin you myself."

you hum, hiding a burst of adrenaline at the threat, and it earns you a impatient tch. "well, that's not very kind, is it, for the woman that's found your hatchling?"

before you have a chance to even consider a countermeasure, you're shoved roughly against the base of a tree, a hand fisted in the front of your robes. the man before you is — big, and you have to look up to see the expanse of his furious, unshaven face. in him somewhere, you see his son; hair bleached and untamed, a shared sharp nose, even their brows turn down to the same degree.

it would make you laugh, if a singular red eye was not tearing through your very being. if you did not know at once who stands before you.

"dragon, indeed."

"i'll fucking kill—"

"father!" the boy tries again, hurrying to beat his little fists into his father's thigh. "stop! stop!"

it takes the man back a step, though he still keeps you in close range. with an all-encompassing hand, he grabs both of the boys' and tugs him until he's hidden behind the wall of his back.

"stop! she's my friend!"

"she's a witch, boy!" the beast snarls, temper flared like wings. "and you've brought her straight here!"

"she helped me!" he shouts, digging little heels into the ground to steady himself as he tries to yank free. "and fed me! and—"

"fed you?" all at once, his hand drops and in a single swift movement, he's on his knees in front of the boy, gripping his cheeks as if to stop him from swallowing something long gone. "what did she feed you? the hell did you take from her?"

you scoff, offended, though the father continues searching his son's throat. "i do not delight in poisoning children, your grace."

both of their eyes snap to you, wide and full, and the little one murmurs "father?" quietly as the man rises to his feet. when he tries again, he's silenced with a low, guttural grunt. the curved blade in his hand gleams crimson in the light of the setting evening, reflecting nearly the same shade as the thick, crude jewels in his earlobes and peeking out from the collar of his tunic. with nearly the same intensity as his eye.

rumors have taken flight, of an exiled king that lost a war his arrogance began: bonded dragon slain in battle, an eye taken, long braid cut. family torn. the scar eating up the right sight of his body and face speak to his loss; an unending reminder of what pride made of him.

"go inside, hasaru."

bakugou katsuki: fire housed in human form.

the little boy — bakugou hasaru — is quick to take advantage of his father's surprise, darting to stand in front of you, like a small, wooden shield. you can't help but to smile at his bravery, his flickering defiance. "only if you promise not to hurt her."

"boy—"

"no, promise!"

"little drake," you let out a chime of laughter and crouch to his height, cupping his cheeks when he turns to you. "all the valor you have shown today gives me great courage, and i think—" you glance up at his father, smiling wistfully at his flared nostrils. "—i might be able to handle myself. it's not my wish to trouble you any further." the little frown you receive has your own lips turning down, and you pinch at his chin once, serious. "but should you ever encounter danger in these woods, do not hesitate to find me, hasaru."

"enough." the once-king grits, lips pulling back over his teeth. "get. inside."

you watch the little boy scurry off, shoulders slumped as he eyes his father distrustfully. as he reaches the top step, he looks back once over his shoulder, cheeks round and full with the pout he wears, and fat tears well in his eyes as he waves a final goodbye.

as soon as the door closes, you're digging your nails into the tree bark, passing back and fully through it to avoid katsuki's deadly swing. it catches in the wood, but he makes no move to free it, stepping out so that his singular gaze can burn into your cheeks.

"if y'know what's good for you, you won't come back here."

"i only mean to warn you, daddy drake," you sing, far out of reach and smiling at how bright his glare becomes. "that the next person to find your hatchling in the woods might not be so kind."

his left hand raises and you feel the sorcery before you see it, though it airs differently; heavy and yet smooth, like the calm lap of waves against a shore. innate is his fire, not something he's had to study, like you.

embers pop at his fingertips, smoke swirling. "that a threat?"

"not at all," you try to mimic him, thinking hard on the handful of kinetic spells stored in the tome of your mind. "just—he's a chatty little thing, you know? might want to watch out for that."

"i don't need advice from you, witch," he spits, "now leave us."

your attempts at softening his steel are fruitless and so you drop the smile, stepping as close to him as he'll allow before rearing his defenses. "i should hope they never find you or your boy, your grace—"

"don't ever—

"—but if they do," you continue, "know that i am not far."

he weighs your words, their honesty, searching your face as he considers; whatever kindness he finds is deemed untrustworthy, though you can't say you blame him. "why the hell would i believe you? because you want to help?" he snorts, turning his face so that the scar of his pride is on full display. "i'd have burned these fucking woods to the ground, had i the chance."

"oh, i don't doubt that," you murmur, retreating a step when he huffs. "but i lost the ones i love, too, once, and i would have ripped the world to pieces just the same, if it meant they would be returned to me."

the steel warms, giving away the true shape of his grief for only a moment before hardening again; the once-king says nothing, only grunts before turning with his own retreat.

"not far," you repeat, light, when he pauses on the steps of his house. "over the river and near the god-tree. the little drake will know the way."

his arrogant eye meets you over his shoulder, now weary, clouded, and he nods. wordless is an understanding such as this.

as soon as he reaches for the door, it swings open and hasaru is sticking out his little head before his father can finish gritting out his name. a toothy smile reaches you, and then katsuki as he turns to him, relieved that you are not kindling for their hearth. at the sight, the once-king warms again, offering a small tug of his lips before pressing a firm hand on his son's head and steering him back inside.

katsuki looks out one last time, as you let the wind take the petals of you away.

generally i find it so difficult to imagine katsuki with a beard, but quirkred's art is just. woof.

#i've been replaying god of war to gear up for the second one #and that’s where this came from #bakugou drabble #cw children #✿ willow writes #✿ thoughts: bakugou

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Snoofkin/Snufkin in some of the different outfits

#The top right (not middle) is the way I usually draw him #all small beasts should have bows in their tails #Moomins #Snufkin #Snoofkin #Snoofkin because I drew the comet one #The November one is not exactly canon but that was the outfit I drew him in in another November Snufkin thingy I drew #And I liked how that looked so #magenta?/crimson? Scarf with dark fuzzy shawl and roses and little twigs or so in his hat #My art #Idk why I bothered to put the little floral details in the background but there they are #without symbolism for once huh #UNLESS #if you consider that there is willow which symbolizes grief near November Snufkin which was not intentional-#Woww I’m just subconsciously putting in plant symbolism at this point #another thing is the lily of valley-esque plants near Comet Snoofkin which that plant symbolizes return of happiness #Like When The Sea Came Back #yet another inadvertent floriography thing #Also fern-type plants in the right bottom corner which ferns symbolize magic #and Moomins is pretty magical #so…. Yet again?#I’m going to put in the floriography tag even though it again was not intentional lol #floriography #sort of kind of ??#Anyway #if you’ve read all of these tags I applaud you

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...And a lot of demons would look at the pilgrim group like; "Are those monks? Sweet Yama! How many baby demons are there? They def aren't good monks in any case. Ain't worth my time." XD...

At least fewer kidnappings for Reborn!Tripitaka? Yay?

Although it would be funny just to see an army of demons try only to get curb stomp by infants and toddlers. Plus it's hard to get mad at them for using violence since the cubs seem to genuinely thought they were playing a game (a very destructive game).

Like baba, like cubs, I guess.

Reborn!Tripitaka gets kidnapped successfully like once or twice, but then Little Peach just picks up the kidnapper and starts smashing them on the ground like squeaky hammer. By the end of if Tripitaka is begging the baby not to finish the job, while the kidnapper is just like a pokemon on 1 HP once the rest of the pilgrims show up.

Monkey is super proud of his kids. Esp since they all seem to agree to protect Tripitaka from harm. Uncle Sandy and Ao Lie too sometimes. Pigsy in danger gets a non-commital side-glance.

Enemy: *refuses peaceful option* Smokey, with a manic grin: "Unfortunate." *unleashes the kids* "Get 'em." Enemy: *gets pounced on by 8 super-powered babies and toddlers* "AHH! GET THEM OFF ME!! GET 'EM OFF!!" Liang: "You should have let us pass without issue then." ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

People who knew SWK and LEM back in the day see the all kids and have a webpage-buffering moment like: "Gotdang. I knew you two were crushing hard all those years ago."

And the fruitiedads are still flustered trying to explain that they're not together together.

Reborn!Bull King: "What about the kids?" Smokey: "Blessings from Guanyin." Reborn!Bull King: "Aww, isn't every child?" Smokey: >:X

The song "All Small Beasts Should Have Bows in Their Tails" from Moominvalley perfectly describes this little pilgrim group.

#monkey king reborn #mk reborn au #jttw inspo fan children #jttw inspo character ideas #jttw au #sun wukong #liu er mihou #six eared macaque #qi energy #reborn xuanzang

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Chapter 2 - Mila’s Restoration Army

Part 3 - The Necrodragon's Trial

"Necrodragon Shrine" was just a name, or so Celica thought. The land of Zofia was under Mila's divine protection. Meaning it should have been unthinkable that one of Duma's guardian beasts could step foot in this country.

However, that was all her wishful thinking. As Saber maneuvered the ship through the strait, still locked up in the helm room with Genny as his hostage; the waves were gradually becoming so high and violent that it felt as if the calm waters before now were all a lie, and dark clouds even moved in and covered the skies. Yet the ship moved straight ahead as if it was being pulled forward.

Celica and the others all stood at the bow of the ship to confirm the path before them. They saw a small but tall black island, which appeared to be only the top of a steep mountain peeking out from the sea.

The island, shaped like the horn of a unicorn, was at the very center of the high waves and dark clouds. It was as if the island pierced through the skies and opened a hole from which the dark clouds and storm poured forth.

The ship reached land, and when Saber emerged from the helm room with Genny, hands tied behind her back, everyone else had no choice but to follow him. There was no flat land on the island for him to land the boat on. His only option was a steep cliff that rubbed against the side of the ship, which led to a single cave at the exact height of the deck.

They did as Saber ordered, and crossed the deck towards the cave, then gingerly followed each other one after the other across the rickety bridge leading to the cave, jostled by the violent seas. Celica took the lead, followed by Valbar holding his lance out at his hip, then Leo, Kamui, Boey, and Mae. Last was Genny and Saber, holding his knife against her back.

Then, Celica saw it. It appeared all too suddenly. It blocked her path, as if to say, 'Your fear is not caused by the power I will exert over you. Just standing here before you is enough to send you into pure terror.'

'It' was a massive necrodragon. Its body was like that of a lizard, its wings a bat, its tail a poisonous serpent, and its head a dragon. The rock wall of the mountain had been smashed in a way that allowed its body to fit perfectly inside the cave, meaning that this cave was its birthplace. The sacred light that radiated from within it was as bright as a burning fire.

A necrodragon was here. In Zofia. When she realized exactly what that meant, Celica was petrified in horror. Earth Mother Mila had lost all power over Zofia. And its presence also meant that Duma, the violent god of war, had to be the one who stole it from her.

The first lesson drilled into the heads of the clergy was that of the Divine Accord between Mila and Duma. Until now, it has been as essential to their world as the air they breathed.

'This means that the Divine Accord is no more. Duma has broken it.'

Celica thought. That was the one certain truth at this moment. Yet knowing the truth did not mean she knew what would come of it. What would become of a world where the Divine Accord was broken? Not being able to guess made her feel pure terror.

'We must restore Mila to her rightful place, and reinstate the Divine Accord!' Her determination to go to the Mila Shrine was greater than ever, as if she had dropped an anchor in the seas of her heart.

"You go to the rear, Celica. Assume white swan formation!" Valbar shouted before the necrodragon's might.

Valbar was the vanguard, with Leo nocking an arrow behind him, and Kamui standing at a slight diagonal behind them, ready to support either the front or rear lines. The slightly curved line they created looked like the soft neck of a white swan. Boey and Mae stood next to each other, making up the wings, and protecting Celica in the back.

Now was not the time for them to feel threatened by Saber and make their moves based on that. Their current reality was nowhere near that soft.

The fierce gust of wind the necrodragon blew in their direction was so great that it made even the fully armored Valbar shake.

He thrust his iron lance, twice as long as he was tall, into the wind, but it did not cause the necrodragon to flinch as it bared its fangs at him, fangs that bit through even his steel armor.

The beast flicked Valbar's body backwards, and he crashed to the ground. Genny tried to run up and heal him, but Saber strengthened his grip around the rope he was keeping her tied up with, preventing her from doing so.

Leo shot his nocked steel arrow. The arrow flew in vain past the necrodragon's neck, and smashed the rock behind it to pieces. The necrodragon immediately turned in the direction of the bow and stretched out its tail, which it swayed to unleash an attack in front of Leo.

Leo was knocked back and rolled across the ground until he stopped at Saber's feet. Genny tried to bend down to assess his wounds, but Saber would not allow even that.

"Thunder! Cut down my enemy!" Boey and Mae both cast thunder spells at the same time.

Two bolts of lightning came crashing down from the heavens, through a hole that formed in the cave ceiling, scattering the light surrounding the necrodragon everywhere.

Amid the light and stormy winds, only one person stood, swaying with it.

It was Kamui. With both Valbar and Leo injured, it was clear to him what he must do.

Prepared for battle, Kamui shouted, "Saber, can you hear me?!"

Even in the great gusts of wind around them, Saber heard Kamui's voice loud and clear.

"I don't care if you can hear me or not. But I can't die until I say just one thing!" Kamui readied his sword at his torso, and the two ends of the fabric wrapped around his neck fluttered straight sideways in the wind. He always had it wrapped around his neck, anticipating that his arms may be injured. It was a sad custom among mercenaries. "I was no great mercenary. I just did what was my duty, and I have no memory of ever losing to anyone. I entrusted my life to Valbar. The money he paid me was enough to pay for my funeral. I can die in peace any time."

Kamui judged the distance between him and the necrodragon, then slowly stepped his worn out combat boots forward, one after the other.

It was only for a brief moment, but the memory of their fight against Darth's men, standing back to back, flashed through Saber's mind. He remembered Kamui's behavior then.

"The odds are not in our favor!" He'd said.

"You got that right!" Kamui answered.

The memory made Saber feel that he'd found someone just like him.

"But us mercenaries don't have to act just out of our sense of duty! The deeper our sense of duty, the stronger our human emotions are. Saber! I can't truly say that I don't understand at all how you feel. I just can't say that I understand all too well, either. But I'm going to defeat this monster for you! I don't know where the Blessed Sword is, but you can search its corpse and find it."

The necrodragon twisted its long neck and looked down at Kamui. "How dare you laugh at me, monster!" He grumbled. "Saber! It is the one wish of all mercenaries that Rudolf would bow before them! You be that mercenary, or else I'll come back and haunt your ass!"

Those were Kamui's last words before it happened all too quickly. He swung his sword, and headwind to the great gusts of wind, he jumped into its chest. His body disappeared in the raging light emanating from the dragon.

"Kamui!"

Everyone heard a howl so loud it echoed through the shrine, even over the howling of the storm. Celica, Boey, and Mae all turned to see that it was Saber.

It was then that Saber realized it. Kamui was a true Mercenary. He was a true unit that faced the fate decided for him when he was born, and tried his hardest to fulfill that role.

His contracts were an afterthought. Dying for another was what it truly meant to be a Mercenary. It was the reason why Mercenaries were so proud of their freedom.

And what about the person Kamui sacrificed his own life for in the very end?

"Why would you do this for the likes of me?!" Saber released his grip on Genny and leapt forward.

The necrodragon spit Kamui's corpse out at his feet.

Saber screamed so hard the blood flowing around his feet may have very well come from his own throat. "I killed Kamui! I killed my only friend with my own hands!"

His chest felt like it was about to burst with feelings that would never again be reciprocated, and he lost all his strength in his sword hand.

"You beast!" Saber shouted and challenged the necrodragon, already without even a chance at victory. He wished only for death.

The dragon flapped its wings, and Saber's body danced around in the wind. Then suddenly, the dragon became quiet, as if time inside the shrine had stopped completely.

A miraculous scene began to unfold. A red light like that of a newly ignited fire floated downwards, as if it were chasing after Saber.

This was not from the light the necrodragon emitted. Perhaps it was the light of Saber's soul as it exited his body? Or maybe a sign of Saber's divine punishment for his wicked plot?

It was neither. The red light lightly grazed Saber's body as it slammed to the ground, then flew past him, before finally moving in towards its true target, Celica.

For a brief moment, Celica saw a figure within the light. It had several sets of small wings that shined brightly. Then, a split second later, it disappeared.

"It's an angel!" Genny cried from beside Celica, clasped her hands together, and bent down on her knees. She had seen the true form of the figure within the red light that entered Celica's body.

"Heavens, cut down my enemies!' Celica shouted, the words coming out of her subconsciously from the very center of her mind. In her desperate mental state facing death, she had mastered Seraphim, the powerful magic spell that could defeat the necrodragon.

The spell conjured up countless rings that surrounded the necrodragon. Within each of those rings was an angel just like the one that had appeared before Celica.

The necrodragon split into a million pieces that vanished.

Seraphim. Celica mastering this spell was certain proof that even now as Earth Mother Milia was trembling under Duma's threat to her power, she was still everywhere in Zofia, and continuing to protect Celica.

Peace returned to the shrine. The dark clouds parted, and it was not the mystical glow emanating from the necrodragon, but now the sun's rays illuminating the shrine, returning it to its rightful state.

Saber was grieving. The only words he could manage to utter were those that expressed his remorse and how sorry he felt.

As he was crying with his face against the ground, someone walked up to him and put a hand on his shoulder.

It was Genny.

With her left hand still on his shoulder, she raised her left hand towards the heavens and said, "This man is Saber. Judging by his current will and strength, he does not know if he is worthy of Mila and Duma's blessing to complete the transcendence ritual to become a Myrmidon."

Saber looked up. His face, covered in Kamui's blood and the dirt kicked up during the battle, twisted in pain, even more so than it already was from wrongfully taking the life of his friend.

'Me, a Myrmidon? I allowed my friend to be killed. I have been stained forever as divine punishment for my wicked deeds. Why me? I should not be forgiven. No… for Kamui's tragic death, I know I will never be forgiven.'

"No, stop!" Saber wailed, but when he tried to squirm out of Genny's grasp and run away, she put all of her strength into her left hand, and kept his shoulder down.

As Genny prayed, the white light that fell over the quiet shrine looked like a single strand dangling from the web of a spider living on the rock ceiling above. The light moved until it finally enveloped Saber and created a cocoon. When it vanished, Saber had transcended to become a Myrmidon, the unit class above Mercenary.

Mila had forgiven him.

They found the Blessed Sword lodged deep in the necrodragon's throat. Saber knew there was only one thing he could do with it. He gave it to Celica, and vowed his eternal loyalty to her.

The group arranged a heartwarming funeral service for Kamui. Saber requested everyone that he be allowed to remove the cloth Kamui wore around his neck in a moment of silence, and wrap it around his own neck. When Boey and Mae saw what he was doing, they allowed it. Leo did not speak a word, but slapped his hand on Saber's shoulder, and Genny prayed for Kamui's soul to find peace.

Zofia Harbor was in their sights. Still unable to shed a single tear, the Myrmidon Saber stared not at the waves, but beyond the undulating seas. He focused all his energy on maneuvering the rudder.

Their cargo ship had now officially become the warship for Mila's restoration army. On its bow stood Valbar and Celica, so different in size they looked like a parent and child pair.

"That's strange." Valbar said something concerning. "I can see a light coming from the southern fort. It has fallen to Desaix, and he is already no longer using it. It should be locked up tight."

The southern fort Valbar referenced, atop the Zofian shore's cliff wall that had finally come into sight, soared high into the sky. Celica also saw with her own eyes that there was indeed a light lit on its steeple.

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Can Arranged Courtship Work?

Kiri x f!Na’vi Reader

Part Two

Italics means words are spoken in English

I don't know if Kiri’s ikran has a name so I just give her one, Mayie

-------------------------------------------------------------- Turning back to his eldest daughter Jake saw Kiri lagging behind, a scowl plastered on her face, “oi quite sulking you agreed to this!” shouting over the rushing air Jake caught the attention of his daughter, grumbling to herself the young girl laxed the slight pull she had on her ikran, “I just don’t understand why must I do this, Neteyam’s the oldest,”

“Like I told you, this clan wants a Tsahik for their future olo’eykte and Neteyam isn’t connected to Eywa like you are,”

“...wait, she’s a girl?”

“Of course, did you think we were setting you up with a guy?”

“Well it’s not like I’ve said anything concerning that,”

“Kiri please you’re not that sneaky,” ducking her head away from her father’s eyes Jake simply chuckling at her.

Brought out of her embarrassment by the screeching of multiple ikrans, Kiri looked up to see larger ikrans flying above her, seeing that instead of the cooler colours of her people’s ikrans these were warmer in colouration, the sky filled with browns, reds, oranges and yellows with bits of purple spread between.

“Come on baby girl, this way,” continuing to watch the ikrans above her Kiri subconsciously followed her father, only looking down when her ikran began to land on one of the many flat surfaces that littered the mountain, dismounting the beast she kept close to her ikran, holding Mayie’s head in her hands, soothing her as she admired the woven bridges and buildings surrounding her, getting a small glimpse at the village that was built into the mountain.

As she looked around the slightly snowy terrain, she found her eyes were captured by the brightly coloured cloak like clothing that covered your people. Watching the foreign na’vi she couldn't help by list each difference she could see that made your people look even more alien then humans. A light greyish purplish skin that was covered in dark rosettes instead of stripes, a much broader and thicker yet shorter body that held an extra set of arms, a short tswin that was k, encased by a thick looking layer of skin instead of hair and a much thicker and longer tail that was covered in a dense layer of short hairs that matched the colour your people’s skin.

Dressed in his finest and most colourful fabrics your father marched towards the two awaited omatikayas, a tray of fruits in his upper hands and two plain ruanas in his lower hands, when your father reached the two he radiated so much confidence that the two didn’t even realise he stood just below Jake’s chest, “oel ngati kameie Toruk Makto,” your father happily handed over the ruanas, the two relived they had some protection from the cold “oel ngati kameie olo'eyktan Melkyal, it’s an honour to finally meet you,”

“The honour is mine, is this your daughter?” nudging her shoulder Jake pushed Kiri closer to the shorter man, the younger na’vi rolled her eyes at her father before greeting the olo’eyktan with a half hearted bow, “Oel ngati kameie, I am Kiri, daughter of Grace Augustine, Jake Sully and Neytiri te Tskaha Mo'at'ite,”

“Oel ngati kameie Kiri, my daughter should be here soon, she was so excited to meet you she forgot to grab her gift,” as Jake took one of the fruits he placed his larger hand on Kiri’s head, “ha reminds me of someone who kept forgetting her gift all day yesterday,”

“Oh mind if I have a quick look, I’ve heard you Omaticayas are great crafters,” with a huff Kiri reached into her bag, pulling out a large collar that was made up out of bones, seeds, nuts, wood and stones, each one carved and some painted to create a beautiful neckpiece that had a bit too much effort put into it, “I hope it fits, I don’t wish to reshape it,”

As you bounced along the woven bridge you searched for your father, seeing him standing next to two strange looking Na’vi, peering over at the two you spied on who you assumed was Kiri, the sight of the girl causing your ears flutter, but that good feeling your were feeling dissipated when you saw the gift she was holding, even from a distance you saw how intricate and well made it was.

Placing a hand on your side bag you thought about how ‘lacking’ yours was compared to her’s, yes you knew you were far from a crafter, your upbringing focusing on hunting, building and leading, but that didn’t stop insecurity from coming over you, your mind going back to the times suitors refused your gift on the basis that it wasn’t good enough. As your ears flattened against your head and your tail curled by your side, your feet began to move backwards, everything inside of you screaming at you to run, to hide, to just forget about this entire situation, until your father’s voice broke through, “(Y/N) there you are, come on Toruk Makto is here,” swallowing the lump in your throat you straighten your spine, stiffy making your way over to the three, Kiri rushing to place the collar back into her bag when she saw you, the girl slightly confused at her haste.

As you approached the three Kiri noticed your ankle length ruana, it was only attached around your top shoulders and it had a split running right down the middle that revealed your clothed body, your ruana was covered in simple patterns that were made up out of a mixture of bright and deep reds, yellows, oranges, and a simple royal blue, the colouration being a much simpler version of your father’s. Reaching the group you bowed your head at the two forest na’vi, the two of them mimicking your action, “Kiri, this is my daughter (Y/N), darling this is the daughter of Toruk Makto, Kiri,” with her arms crossed Kiri lifted her hand in a wave, you returning it with a simple bend of an elbow. The four of you stood there in an awkward silence, Jake and Melkyal staring down at their daughters, shrugging to one another as the two of you did your best to not look at the other, “well I’m guessing Kiri didn’t have a decent meal last night, darling why don’t you take Kiri out and find yourselves some dinner,”

“Oh, Mayie is very tired, plus I have a bunch of stuff to unpack,”

“Oh I don’t mind carrying you down on my inkah,”

“And while you’re away your inkah can rest here until (Y/N) makes you a shelter,”

“Go on Kiri they’re offering to help, don’t be rude,” blowing air out of her nose Kiri stepped away from Mayie and her father, standing right in front of you, “well come on then let’s go,”

“Oh right,” turning your head towards the open air, you let out a series of deep guttural calls, Kiri likening it to the call her mother used for her inkah and children, each yip lasting longer, being deeper in tone and more guttural. Looking up at the sky full of inkahs, a dark red inkah called back, the large beast swooping down next to you, inquisitively staring at Kiri before shoving her head under your ruana and in between your arms, nuzzling her massive head into your side.

Running your hands over the beast’s head and down to her neck you lifted yourself up onto the back of the inkah, easily connecting your shorter tswin to her longer tswin, smiling down at Kiri as you offering your lower hand to her, “wait a minute young lady give me a hug before you go,” before Kiri could move Jake hooked his hand under Kiri’s arms, lifting her up into his arms and nuzzling his face into her cheek, “no dad don’t,” kicking her heels into his hips Jake laughed at her, pressing a kiss to her cheek before putting her down, “you are so gross,” using your arm to pull herself up, Kiri sat right behind you, her hands attached to the shoulders of your lower arms.

Turning Txo around you moved her to the edge of the ledge, giving your father a wave before falling over the edge, Txo’s large wings carrying you back up and around the mountain side, as you glided around the mountain Kiri was able to see the many structures and cave entrances that littered that mountain side, each one connected by woven bridges and possible cave systems hidden in the mountain. Breaking away from the mountain you descended down to the forest that surrounded your home, pushing against your shoulders Kiri lifted herself up to peer over your top shoulder, relaxing as she saw the lush forest, “so why are we going to the forest, I thought we were gonna stay in the mountains?”

“Oh I just thought because you’re a forest person it would make you more comfortable to be there, plus the snow storms are coming soon and they don’t reach the forest,”

“That’s really nice, thank you,”

“Of course, you didn’t choose to be here, the least I could do is make sure you’re comfortable,” descending down to the canopy of the forest, Txo made her way to the clearing your people created, as she landed her wings created large gusts of wind that gained the negative attention of many na’vi surrounding you. Dismounting Txo you held your arms out for Kiri, the girl dramatically feigning thanks as she leaned down into your arms, her hands lingering on your shoulders when you placed her down on solid ground. Unbeknownst to you a few of the village teenagers were approaching you, muttering to one another about Kiri’s appearance, “oi (Y/N) is this the new girl you’re being forced to date,”

“Guys this is Kiri, and yes she’s my newest suitor,” through gritted teeth you introduced Kiri to the group of teens, standing slightly in front of her to create a barrier between her and the teens, “I know you get some, ‘different’ looking suitors but I’ve never seen someone so, strange before,” turning to Kiri you looked her over with Kiri looking right back down at you with her pupils blown wide and her ears standing tall, “you mean her nose?”

“It’s so small, and look, she has hair on her face,” as Kiri brushed her fingers over her eyebrows the group gasped, “she even has dreamwalker fingers,” looking back to her face, you scanned over Kiri’s fingers, seeing that she did indeed have four fingers on each hand, “huh, well this has been great but we have a bunch of stuff to do, so I’ll talk to you guys later ok,” forcing a smile you herded Kiri away from the group and towards to tree line, your smile turning into a grimace when you were far enough away from the group, “yeah if you can, do not talk to them,” reaching the edge of the forest Kiri began scaling the flora, easily slinking up and around the plant life, following behind her you tried to mimic her actions, yet your large hands were unable to properly grip the small divots and grooves, your weight even causing some vines to break.

Jumping off the large trunk you were attached to you landed against the thin branch below with a thud, your tail violently swaying to save you from slipping off the moss covered branch, “you good there olo’eyktan,” seeing Kiri standing further along the branch you made your way over to her, the tip of your tail flicking as you did your best to balance on the thin branch, “yep, just, a little rusty,”

“When was the last you climbed a tree?”

“Not that long ago, I remember climbing in this forest about… two years ago,” as you mumbled the last bit under your breath Kiri bent down to your height, her head cocked at your hunched form, “what was that?”

“Oh shut up,” with a grin on her lips Kiri turned from you, confidently running along and jumping off the branch, easily swinging on a branch hidden in the foliage and gracefully landing on the massive branch that sat across from the branch you were still on, “just go with your movements, don’t fight against the flow,” blowing out all of the air in your lungs you ran after Kiri, almost succeeding in copying her actions, your only mistake being you let go of the branch too early, causing the top half of your torso to be slammed against the branch. As your chest made contact with the solid piece of wood you felt all of the air be forced out of your lungs and a great amount of pain below your ribs, burying your fingers into the flesh you clung onto the edge of the branch, trying to suck the air back into your lungs as your lower limbs flailed around to grip onto something. Seeing the genuine pain on your face Kiri kneeled next to you, reaching down and grabbing a hold of your failing hand, pulling it up until you were able to attach your third hand to the branch, the extra help making it easier to pull yourself up.

Making it fulling over the edge you flopping against the branch, this sudden lack of tension causing Kiri to fall over, sitting right back up Kiri moved to your side, her hand resting on your back, feeling your shallow and quick breaths, “what’s wrong?”

“Can’t… breath,” after struggling to roll you over, Kiri fought to push you up into a sitting position, holding you against her chest with a hand under your ruana and on your stomach, “you’re gonna have to relax and breathe deep through your gut,” as Kiri felt the shaky rise and fall of your stomach she also felt how the roughness of your skin contrasted with the softness of your belly, something she thought was unique to her father due to his human side, “that’s it, just keep breathing,” slowly your breath came back to you, the pain in your belly dissipating as your mind relaxed, “you good?” after letting a few coughs out you found how easily you could lift your chest, rocking your head Kiri slowly stood, her hands still attached to you as she helped you up onto your feet, “thank you,”

“No problem, just it easy for bit ok,” as you nodded Kiri moved away from you, walking on the edge of the branch while still facing you, “so what did your dad mean by, until you make me a shelter?”

“Oh right, well due to ancient customs you cannot receive food or shelter from anyone but me,”

“What?”

“Yeah it’s kinda a shitty thing to do but it’s just to show that I will be able to provide for you and impress you with my incredible skills,” you said as you puffed out your chest in exaggerated pride, “oh well why don’t you show me your skills and make me that shelter,”

“uh well you see I am fully capable in building a solid structure it’s just... I don’t know where to build it,” humming Kiri looked around the trees surrounding her, her tail flicking side to side as she turned until her eyes landed on the tree you were standing on, the top of the trunk had split into three, creating a slight divot in the middle that was surrounded by large branches growing off the trunks, “that seems like a good spot, can you work with that?” making the short climb up the trunk you found the branchless area, almost being the perfect base for a structure, “yeah this looks good, ah so I’m gonna have to go to the village to get some materials and focus on building this, there shouldn’t be any predators nearby so if you want, you can explore, just don’t go too far, ok?” with a simple nod Kiri watched as you easily made your way though the foliage, starting with you easily crossing the gap you just failed with a simple leap.

Taking a deep breath Kiri was able to take in the forest, noticing the constant chill in the air that caused her face to flush and her skin to prickle, slinking down to the forest floor she found some familiar looking plants surrounding her, their familiarity giving her a sense of calmness in this new and cold world. With her knife in hand Kiri scoured the forest, cutting and picking fruits and herbs, placing them in a brand new crudely made bag, stitched together from the fabric of the plain rauna. Each step she took her eyes were caught by the random objects surrounding her, collecting flowers, small rocks, chunks of dried sap, bones, talons, and other random items from this new forest.

During the entire time Kiri explored the forest there was the faint sound of chopping ringing out, the noise coming and going until the eclipse began when the sound completely ceased, with a decent amount of food and knick-knacks collected and the possibility you made some type of shelter she returned to the tree, easily finding it as there were neat piles of sticks, rocks and rope on the branch the two of you once stood on, and a ladder leading from the branch to the top of the trunk.

Climbing up the newly made ladder she found you rolling out a thick matt over a large patch of ash, looking down at it with great satisfaction before littering it with soft greens. Drawn back to the structure around her, the sight brought = her back to the many human fantasy and romance books she has read, remembering the many gazebos that were littered through out the literatures, “this actually looks really nice,” hearing her voice you were drawn away from your scattering of plants, your eyes landing on the bag of fruits, your gut rumbling at the sight, “oh you’re back, did you enjoy yourself?” giving a ‘mhmm’ Kiri walked deeper into the structure, finding a ‘circle’ of mats, taking a seat on one and placing the basket in middle of the circle. Rising from your knees you walked over to the girl, licking your lips as you starred at the fruit, seeing Kiri pat the mat opposite to her you happily obeyed, your mouth watering from the pile of fruits in front of you, plucking a small berry from the pile you brought it up to your face, examining the rock hard skin for any bruising, “did you get this from the ground?” looking up at you Kiri’s eye brow cocked, concerned at the hungry look you were giving to the rock she found, “yeah?”

“Were any bugs near it?” with the slight shaking of her head you unsheathed your knife, “perfect,” gripping the ends of the fruits with a top and bottom hand you lifted your top arm up, slamming your knife into the fruit, with the blade implanted into the skin you gave it a simple roll, cutting around the fruit’s circumference, re-sheathing your knife you gripped the middle of the fruit, squeezing and pulling at it until it pealed open, revealing the sweet white fruit inside, plucking one of the segmented pieces of fruit out you held it out to Kiri who just stared at it, “do you not want it?” taking the piece from you she held it to her face, her expression unchanging, “I didn’t even know it was a fruit,” with a snort you pulled out another piece, smiling at the confused girl as you chewed on the fruit.

As the number of fruits in the pile decreased, the night grew darker and ever colder, something that went completely unnoticed by you, every bit of fat and cloth covering you keeping you protected. Kiri on the other hand felt every decreasing degree, cursing herself for greatly shortening the ruana that would’ve protected her slim body. Seeing the tiny, uncontrollable shivers overtaking Kiri’s body you felt a pang of pity, “guess you really needed that ruana huh,” hearing a grunt and seeing her shiver grow, your pity turning into guilt, she wasn’t built for this environment and you didn’t even think about building walls to keep out the cold, or grabbing extra blankets for her.

You watched as she stood from her spot, her arms and tail wrapped around her as she walked over to the bed, trying to manoeuvre her now hip lengthened ruana into being a suitable blanket.

“Here,” as you stood over Kiri you pulled your ruana over your head, holding it out to the girl who leaned up on her elbows to look up at you, hesitantly taking it from your grasp she gave you a questioning look, “you need it more than me, I’m built for the cold,” as she pulled the short ruana over her head, the first thing she noticed was the strange lining, made up out of short, soft hairs that tickled her skin, as you watched the ruana encase Kiri’s slender body your eyes lingered on her legs, your ruana only reaching the middle of her thighs making you realise just how much height she had on you, “sorry it’s short,”

“As long as it keeps me warm then I don’t care,” lifting the collar up she snuggled into the fake fur, gaining relief from the radiating warmth, “but what’s this on the inside,”

“Oh that’s called faux fur, humans make it to mimic the fur their animals had,” as Kiri gave you a surprised look, you made your way to the other side of the bed, just being able to sit down before she interrupted you, “you know English?”

“Yep, my dad taught me, didn’t your dad tell you that humans used to live with my people,” rolling over in your seat you laid your stomach against the soft greenery, your tail creeping up your back and curling under your head as a makeshift pillow, following after you Kiri laid on her side, “so he got this fabric from them,” turning your head to her you found Kiri facing you, her eyes glowing in anticipation, “ah yeah he did,” Kiri didn’t stop staring, nodding her head and flicking her fingers in a way that silently begged you to keep going, “so um, as you may know, we also practice iknimaya, and when my father completed his, he was ready to choose his mate, and there just happened to be this beautiful na’vi woman he fancied, but she had this fascination with humans to the point she didn’t accept any of the normal na’vi courting gifts, telling each man who approached her to, get her something truly human,”

“So he got the fax for fabric humans make to mimic animal for?” breathlessly laughing at her pronunciation you slightly rolled onto your side, facing her better while not putting your arm into an uncomfortable position, “nah, he took it too literally and ah, tried ripping out a human’s skull,” after nodding your head in agreement with her gasp you continued on, “yah it wasn’t his best move, especially seeing how that was her best human friend,” Kiri again gasped, this time sounding more dramatic and fake, “in his victim’s frenzy to escape, he chucked a soft, pink and fuzzy blanket at my father, the blanket completely capturing my dad’s full attention,” pulling the collar back Kiri looked down at the pink, hairy fabric lining the inside, her grip becoming more gentle, “something so fake, so human, the perfect gift for his love,”

“So he got the girl?”

“Nope, the next day she disappeared, never to be seen again, they say she ran off with a human, who was reportedly almost killed the previous night,”

“So what happened with the blanket?”

“Well my dad eventually met my mum and not long after, I was born, my parents told me that I had this habit of constantly crying when I didn’t have a hold of my parent’s hair,” your sentence was broken by a chuckle, thinking back to the stories your father told you, “after a month of torture my dad finally remembered, the blanket that had a hair like texture, after hours of searching he finally found it, and he threw it on top of me,”

“And?” with her breath held in her lung and her tail held high, she shuffled closer to you, “I stopped crying, that blanket turned into my favourite thing, I tried dragging it around every where, I refused to sleep unless I had it, I even punched someone up because they made fun of me having it, but their words got to me eventually and I thought I had to grow out of it to be an adult,” reaching out you brushed your fingers over the colourful ruana, a sad smile coming over your lips, “when I completed my iknimaya, my father gifted me this ruana, he told me ‘so you can drag your comfort around everywhere you go and still look like a mature... adult’,” with a yawn cutting through your sentence you pressed her head deeper into your tail, your eyes forcing themselves close, “you warm enough?”

“A little chilly but this ruana is doing wonders,” it took you a few seconds to rely, having to force yourself awake enough to mumble out a reply, “I’ll make sure put some walls up tomorrow after an early hunt, ok,”

“Ok,” gently pushing your head back into your furry pillow, Kiri watched as you almost immediately passed out with soft rumblings coming from your chest, feeling as if she was actually ok with this arrangement.

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@nin3kyuu great artist, I got some inspiration for this by her mountain na’vi, especially by the beautiful ruanas they designed

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