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imnotsimpingyouare · 1 year

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UPPERMOONS' ROLE IN THE BEDROOM

NSFW Headcannons - Minors DNI

For Gyutaro, Daki, and Kaigaku

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Gyutaro

KINKY

All I have to say

He's put in a sub space easily because bro has no clue what he's doing

He's never been touched this way, nor has he ever thought of touching someone this way

(Until you came along)

Huuuuge praise kink

Like he just wants to be your pretty boy 😢

He will do anything to please you just to hear you call him that

Begging, whining, the whole shebang

He feels like no one would ever touch an ugly demon like him this way, why you? He's very insecure

I feel like he may go feral and just use you one day when he comes home

Probably after a really bad day, or Muzan scolding him for letting Daki hold him back

Like he just comes home and completely defiles you

He wants to witness your little fall from grace, wants to bring you down to his level and punish you for 'messing with him'

Literally just you loving him but go off I guess 😭

He wouldn't stop until you're absolutely wrecked, his cum leaking from everywhere his dick will fit

(Or won't fit)

Even after he'd tell you he's so sorry, so sorry for destroying darling

-> softer sex with lots of praising and reassurance that you truly do love him 😢

Daki

Such a brat 😭😭

Like she can keep up with her customers, but she doesn't have to keep up the facade around you

Cute, sweet, docile little lady -> GONE

She does not want to be dominated AT ALL

In fact, she hates you trying to assert power over her

She degrades you like nobody's business 🥺

It gets her wet knowing you accept that she's better than you, and more powerful

She's only doing this 'to get herself off'

It is my opinion she has LOTS of toys to mess you up with.

Like a whole collection BDSM shit

Step on me

She will do that btw

Does not hesitate to put you in your place

You're below her, and that's final

Need to cum? You better ask permission

You BETTER ask permission

Her punishments are brutal

She likes to edge you, and having infinite stamina she can do that all night if she so desires

Better not cross her 🤫

What really gets her going is when you compliment her. She lovesssss that food for her ego, someone as cute as you begging and praising her while she's destroying you

will peg you any day of the week

In reality, her and her brother have it in common that they really just love to be loved for who they are hot demons instead of what they look like

Daki will cuddle with you after your sessions, showering eachother in love and praise 🥺

Kaigaku

Bitch boy 😤

Acts all tough, but he likes it when you fight back and take what's yours

No joke though if you piss him off, he will annihilate you

He secretly wants to get caught balls deep in you (as long as it's not Koku)

It boosts his confidence to take you, wrap his hand around your neck and wreck you until you can't handle it anymore

When he does submit to you though, he's always challenging your authority

(He likes to be punished by you, he thinks it's so hot when you're upset with him)

His moans are 😩✋️

He knows it too, this bitch will moan in your ear on purpose, saying things like "my peach, you feel so fucking good on my cock, do you like that?"

He doesn't give two fucks how loud he is

cannot wait to see this mf animated 💀

He'll tease and bully you until the very end, telling you "you better not fucking cum"

On the other hand, his bratty demeanor will dissolve when he gets close, and you like to make him taste his own medicine

He HATES it (loves it) when you tease him back

It turns him on beyond belief

Like you two can just be talking but the moment you've got something sassy to say, you better be ready to face HORNY KAIGAKU.

He loves to degrade and be degraded

His aftercare is usually very half-assed, bro just falls asleep 💀

He'll clean you up a little if you're really fucked out

He prefers you to clean eachother up and talk a little bit after, like a mutal thing

Funny thing is demons don't even sleep 💀 like he just does it because he's addicted to the feeling of sleeping after fucking

His favorite thing 😭

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #kny smut #kny x reader #kny headcanons #kny gyutaro #gyuutarou #gyutaro #kny daki #gyutaro and daki #kaigaku #kny kaigaku #minors fuck off

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666writingcafe · 3 months

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The Bathroom

Asmo

"There you are, MC!" I exclaim, wrapping my arms around them in a hug. "I was wondering where you went."

"Well, I didn't want to get in the middle of your argument with Belphie, so I decided to explore the house a little," they reply. "It really is quite nice."

While I believe that MC initially intended on exploring the house, the fairly strong metallic smell on them tells me that they ended up doing something else.

With a certain brother of mine.

In the grand scheme of things, it doesn't even matter. After all, I was the one to pick them up, meaning that I was the first to see them. I just wish I was also the first to kiss them.

But that's neither here nor there. They're with me now, so it's not like I can't still do something with them, if they so choose.

"Wanna see something really cool?" I ask. MC shrugs.

"Sure." I grab their hand and guide them upstairs.

"So, part of why it's taken us so long to connect with you is because Barbatos was working on creating portals to our rooms at the House of Lamentation. One's difficult enough, let alone seven."

"Not to mention the other rooms you guys like," MC adds. "Like the observatory, or the library."

"Exactly." We stop in front of one of my doors, and I wrap my free hand around the knob. Opening it reveals my private bathroom. "In my case, I still wanted to visit this particular room so that I didn't have to fight with everyone else."

"Makes sense." We step inside the bathroom, and I close the door behind me. "Nothing appears to be out of place, I don't think. Then again, it has been a while since I've been in here, so perhaps things have changed while I was gone."

"Other than me getting more products, everything's stayed pretty much the same." I walk over to one of the benches near the bathtub and sit down, gesturing for MC to join me. "So, do you mind if I ask you a couple questions?"

"About...?"

"You." I briefly pause. "Well, regarding you, anyway. What's the deal with you and Solomon? I know you're his apprentice, but he seemed a bit too comfortable around you for him to just be your teacher. Does that make sense?" MC nods their head.

"He's also my roommate." Well, I didn't expect that response. I figured MC would say that they're dating Solomon--or at least, sleeping with him. Never in a million years would I imagine the two of them living together.

"How long has that been a thing?"

"Ever since we returned to the human world after our last visit to the Devildom. I basically made him move in with me." They look a little sheepish saying that. Was there more involved to that than a simple request?

"You do know about his...curse, don't you?"

"Which one? His immortality, or his cooking?" Well, then. That answers that question. I wonder who told MC about that particular little quirk of his. The immortality, I mean. Everyone knows about his cursed cooking.

"I guess..." MC trails off. "I didn't want Solomon to feel lonely. I know that he'll probably outlive me by a long shot, but I figured that I'd at least try to form a connection with him before I died. I know he has you and the other seventy-odd demons he has a pact with, but it's not the same thing as having another human in your inner circle. Not that your relationship with him isn't meaningless or invalid or anything like that--"

"I understand, MC." I gently pat their knee. "I'm glad he has you. You're one of the sweetest people I've ever known."

There it is again.

The scent from earlier.

It was pretty faint the first time, but now that I'm closer to MC, I can pick up on it more.

And it's familiar. Real familiar. Not nearly as intense as the last time, but there's no denying it.

"What was your second question, Asmo?"

"It's a bit more...personal." I don't want to make them uncomfortable, but at the same time, I have to know how to proceed.

"O-Okay." Good. I wish they were less nervous, but at least I have their permission to continue.

"When I ask this, I am not trying to be arrogant or narcissistic or anything like that. Rather, it's so that I can understand exactly how you're feeling so that I can help you." MC merely nods their head in response.

Here goes nothing.

"Am I turning you on as Azzy?" Their eyes widen, and they quickly cover their face with their hands.

"MC." I place a hand on their shoulder. "Breathe. It's okay." A few moments later, they sigh as they reveal their face again.

"Is it wrong for me to say yes?" they quietly ask. I kinda figured they did based on the way they were looking at me earlier, but I just needed them to confirm it.

What I didn't expect is for them to have reservations about it. They never let who or what they were attracted to stop them before. Is it a human world thing? Given the headlines I've seen, that's definitely a possibility.

"Why would it be wrong?"

"Because...this might sound a bit weird, but..." They pause, taking a deep breath. "I don't want to hurt your feelings."

Okay, now I'm confused. How would them liking me in drag hurt my feelings? I spent a lot of time putting this together, making sure I looked good in all the right places. If they hated me like this, it'd be a different story, but that's not what this is.

So, what is it?

Wait.

I wonder...

"Are you scared that I'm going to be upset because you happen to find this a bit more attractive than how I normally present myself?"

Nod.

Ah. I see.

Humans are weird sometimes. Particularly this one.

"MC, as the Avatar of Lust, part of my job is to figure out how best to charm people. That's resulted in me wearing a lot of different costumes, as not everyone is going to like the same things. But those costumes are all based on who I am as a person. Some may be closer to reality than others, but that doesn't mean they're not me. So, it's totally cool if you like one version of me over another, because at the end of the day, you still like me, and that's all that matters."

"But I know how hard it was for you to get your powers to affect me in any way, and I didn't want you to feel like all that work was for nothing."

"It's not for nothing." I gently grab their hand. "I enjoy learning new things about you, MC. You're a really interesting individual, and I'm grateful that I've gotten the opportunity to get to know you."

They have a weird look on their face. I can't exactly pin down what they're trying to communicate, but whatever it is, it's a little intense.

"There's something that I've wanted to do since you arrived, but I didn't want to do it in front of prying eyes," MC murmurs.

Oh.

Just to make sure I'm not mistaken, I lean in slightly. They don't move back.

But they don't remain still, either.

Instead, they close the gap between us by kissing me on the lips.

"I can barely contain myself right now," they whisper.

"Then don't."

Unfortunately, right as we get into the rhythm of our make-out session, there's a rather loud knock on the door.

Of course. It's Satan. He always does this whenever he thinks I'm taking too long in here.

#obey me shall we date #obey me mc #obey me asmo #obey me asmodeus

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 10 months

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Part 6 Of Female Tanjiro Reader, a few months after recovering from her injuries (And thanks to the highly advanced medical treatment, she healed a lot faster and can move her arm without feeling pain) they’re now 1 month away before their wedding, with (Love), Reader, and with Nezuko, Zerofuku, God and Human family members, they began to start preparations for their wedding

From color theme, food selection, the wedding cake flavor, decorations and where the ceremony will be held, but now (Love) is going to partake in the most dangerous mission in his entire life… receive a blessing from Reader’s father Tanjuro (This is all just 1 week from their wedding)

Despite his frail and sickly frame, it’s (Love) who’s nervous), but he accepts (Love) but warns him that if he harms his daughters’ in any way he won’t hesitate to take (Love)‘s head as he’s believes in showing mercy and kindness to others, unless they try to harm his family, then he won’t hesitate to fight (This was when (Love) understood that Reader got her moral’s and ideology to protect others was from her father and comes to respect him)

Zerofuku was save from Tanjuro’s threats, as he instantly accepted him as part of his family

-It was different, not having to worry about living in fear all the time, as the demons were dealt with the other gods of Valhalla respected your power and your sacrifice.

-Thanks to the highly advanced medicine in Valhalla your injuries healed much faster, including your arm, at least partially. Your arm still was dark in color, but you could feel it and move it without pain, but using your hand was something you weren’t able to do, not able to grip anything.

-It was also difficult, only having one arm, there were a lot of things you had to reteach yourself, as well as things you could no longer do because you needed two working hands.

-Thankfully Nezuko, Zerofuku, and (Love) were all there for you, helping you out wherever they could and playfully scolding you not to do something as there was a risk of you getting hurt, but it was hard for you to just sit around and do nothing, especially since you were planning your wedding!

-(Love) was definitely your rock, doing everything with you about the wedding, picking decorations and flowers, going cake testing, which definitely the most fun to Nezuko and Zerofuk, getting to try so many different flavors.

-As the wedding day grew closer, you had gotten special permission to have your family brought to Valhalla for the wedding, just for the ceremony, and you and Nezuko were both overwhelmed with tears, ugly crying as you were buried under your other siblings.

-Your mother had her turn next, hugging you both before you saw your father, your eyes instantly widening before you both ran him down. He was frail looking but (Love) could tell that he was strong as the two of you bawled in your father’s arms as he teased you both that this was a happy time, not a time for tears.

-Tanjuro loved Zerofuku, immediately adopting him into the family which caused cheers all around as you helped where you could, bringing dishes over to the kitchen table.

-You looked around, confused before you asked (Love) and your father was and mom gave you a weak grin, “They went to go have a little chat.” You weren’t bothered, knowing the two wouldn’t fight, at least to the part of physically fighting.

-(Love) had told you that he wanted to ask your father for his blessing for the wedding and you supported his decision to ask your father.

-Tanjuro and (Love) shared a drink together on the quiet porch, looking up at the moon together. Your father nodded softly, hearing (Love’s) request, “I will give my blessing on one condition. Keep them both safe, I know they are both strong and can take care of themselves, but if you ever hurt them…” he trailed off and (Love) felt the threat.

-Tanjuro inhaled deeply before exhaling slowly as the two conversed quietly for a few long moments before (Love) smiled over at your father, “She’s a lot like you, her morals to protect the ones she cares about, fighting and willing to give her life to do so. I can see where she gets it.”

-Your father chuckled softly, taking another drink and the two came to have a mutual respect for each other, especially the following morning when you teased them both for having hangovers.

-The wedding was simple and beautiful, full of flowers, something you had both agreed on, having a simple ceremony but a big party with a huge cake, something Nezuko and Zerofuku wanted which made you laugh warmly.

-Your whole family was in tears, except for you and Nezuko, who were both smiling so brightly, so happy, as you finally tied the knot. (Love) couldn’t believe that it was real, that you were finally his wife.

-The party definitely provided a lot of blackmail material for others as it was fun and full of drunken shenanigans, but you wouldn’t have it any other way, seeing everyone you cared about having fun, dancing, eating, and just enjoying the time.

-You squeezed (Love’s) hand gently and he smiled down at you, pressing a kiss to your cheek, making you smile as you now had all of eternity to spend together. You couldn’t wait to get started!

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #tanjiro reader

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fictional-world777 · 10 months

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♡Happy birthday teddy bear♡

fandom » &team

pairing » Fuma x f!reader

rating » 18+ (minors dni!)

genre » smut, established relationship.

word count » ± 2100

(Caution - English is my third language.)

29th June is very important date in your calendar. It is one and only Fuma-kuns' birthday, although he told that he does not wanted to celebrate it , you had another plan. Together with other 8 boys , you calculated most undercover party ever. Your plan contained to lie about some injury. His heart might skip a beat and he would run to you as fast as possible. Jo the king of innocence was against it. In his opinion it was too cruel to do that , but yet he is still with others buying some food for the party. After the birthday live, EJ must had distracted him away from you. Fuma few times checked his phone but there was no any notification from his significant other. He was upset but had not showing it much. After the live Ej was trying to occupy all of his attention. With the help of boys you have decorated all dorms' living room. Finally, the most important moment came, you send message that on the way to the dorm some bicyclist hit you and run away. You assured him that you were okay. To make it more dramatic Nicholas messaged him too, that he saw the accident from the window and helped her to reach the apartment. Fuma was furious someone hurt his angel and just run away. He immediately grabbed his backpack without telling Ej sprinted out. In matter of minutes he was in front of the dorm. EJ run out from his taxi nearly hitting his head on the ground, because his shoelaces were untied.

EJ : What's wrong?

Fuma : Some scum hit Y/n on the bicycle and run away.

Fuma really really rarely used bad wards. EJ knew it wouldn’t end well when he'll find out that it was just a prank. He nearly flew to the third floor of a building. Suddenly saw near the door one, just one, sparkly gold confetti. Fuma snapped, pushed the door with all force and it made the loudest sound, which creeped everyone out who were inside the dorm.

He was out of breath and looking at each of you with full of anger gaze.

Fuma : First of all I asked no to do anything for my b day, second who’s idea was to lie to me about the injury?

He ran to Nicholas and pushed him to the wall. Nicho looked really scared, he never seen Fuma like this. You ran to them, to stop the fight before it could start.

y/n : It was me, it was my idea ! Leave him alone !

Fuma : You little demon…

He strongly grabs your wrist and pulls you out from dorm.

Fuma : Do not you think come after us.

Fuma takes you out of building accompanied, with members scared face expressions.

He catches taxi and pushes you inside, but not like that taxi driver could thought of calling the police.

y/n : Where are we going?

Fuma : At your place.

y/n : But I do not have the keys . It's in my bag, which actually is at your dorm…

Fuma : I have spare key .

y/n : You have what? I do not remember giving you permission to make it .

Fuma : I do not need permission to protect you.

y/n : Protect from who? What?

Fuma : From everything. Why you lied to me?

y/n : It was not a lie, it was a prank, you have not had to react like that

Fuma : And how I had to react? You know how much you mean to me...

y/n : I know and you just could enjoyed my gift to you and left your pride behind the dorm door!

Fuma : It is not my pride, I asked not to do it and you still did it. Lied to me, you better apologize properly.

y/n : For what? For loving you?

He was client after this words which you shouted at him , even taxi driver jumped.

Fuma : Get out of the car

You obey. His voice is husky, but now it is even dipper as usual, it makes you feel week in your knees . At elevator he was piercing you with his gaze. Finally you are in front of your apartment door, you do not know what to do nor what will happen next. He opens door with his spare key and waits you to come inside. Fuma shuts it and looks it with every possible way. Then he throws his backpack somewhere, does not bother to turn lights on and goes to the couch in center of the living room. He set down. Now Fuma seems really calm, but again commands with low voice.

Fuma : Come closer.

With wobbly legs you approach him.

Fuma : Sit near me.

You set down but not too close to him.

Fuma : You know that you deserve a punishment?

y/n : A punishment?

He grabs you and pushes you with your stomach down on his firm thighs.

y/n : Fuma are you serious? Are you gonna spank me ?

Fuma : Yes. Your brat behavior needs to be stopped.

You try to run from this embarrassment and move as much as you can, but Fuma is stronger. He pulls up your skirt and sees your red sexy lingerie.

Fuma : What is this?

y/n : It was part of my gift, but I changed my mind. I am not giving you anyth……

Before you finish the the sentence you feel sharp pain on you butt, with high tone slap sound. You yelped.

Fuma : Well then I will take it by force.

He pulls your panties to your knees, at this point you have already gave up on trying to run away. But showing your pain to him was not in the plan. Fuma slapped again and waited for your reaction. Silence. Slapping sounds continuous to echoing in the room. You try your best to keep mouth shut and do not make any sound. Pain grows immensely. Tear drops forming in the corners of your eyes. Suddenly Fuma stops, flips you on your back and pushes you down on the couch. He tries not to crush you with weight of his body. You close your face with hands.

Fuma : Look at me.

He pushes both of your hands away and puts them on top of your head secures with his one hand. You do not have other choice and look at him. His eyes were dark nearly black.

Fuma : Are not you going to apologize?

Y/n : No.

Fuma hides his head in the crook of your neck, then traces on it with his nose, suddenly you feel his teeth grazing your soft flesh. It was so unexpected that you screamed.

Fuma : Now I want you to start making noises baby. Stop being a fucking brat.

He let goes of your hands. You try to push your legs as close as possible. It will be so miserable, if he'll found that you are already dripping wet. But again Fuma is so strong. He pulls apart your legs and nests between them.

Fuma : What we have here.

Your pants are already on the floor, because of earlier spanking session.

The sight of you wet pink cunt makes him hard in a second. You see his bulge grow in his sweatpants.

y/n : I think it is unfair that only I am half naked.

Fuma : You are right.

With one swipe he pulls your dress all the way up and off your body. Fuma nearly ripped your lace bra. Then he takes of his green hoodie and throws it on the floor.

Fuma : Every time I see your naked body ,it feels the same as it is my first time seeing you like that. You are magnificent.

His words make your body temperature rise impossible high. Fuma touches your collar bone and traces his fingers down on your chest. He grabs your left breast and starts massaging it. You let out small moan.

Fuma : Yes like that baby. It is my birthday and I'm still waiting for your gift.

Suddenly you feel guilty that you ruined his b day, but your pride was so hard to swallow.

Fuma lowers his head down to you throbbing core and kisses it. You let out longer moan. He smirked and started his kitten licking. Your legs can’t stay on place and try to buck up for more friction, but Fumas hand stops you to do it.

Fuma : Stay still baby girl.

Than starts open mouth kissing your pulsing heat. You try not to move but buck your hips again. Fuma slaps your cunt.

Fuma : Again, you behave yourself like a little, dumb brat. Luckily I know haw to tame you.

He starts harshly sucking your clit. Knot in your stomach starts to tighten in a seconds. As Fuma harasses your body he bucks his clothed member in to the couch. Both of you just can not control your needs anymore. You were soo close to the release.

y/n : Fuma I'm so close please …

He stopped all together.

Fuma : So now you are a good girl? Than like a good girl you must apologize for what you did.

As he speaks Fuma is trying to stop his have breathing.

y/n : Fuma I am so sorry for lying to you and ruining this day.

You looked guilty and sexy at the same time.

He smiles for the first time after the incident.

Fuma : The day is not over yet.

He pushes his two fingers inside of your pussy and attacks you clit like a hungry animal. The tight knot came back in a lightning speed.

y/n : Fuma please do not stop…

Your moans and his slurping sound echoes in the room. Your fingers find Fumas messy hair and pushes his head closer to you core. You do not want him to stop again at the very important moment.

y/n : I am coming…

You scream as you come all over his face. And maybe even squirt on him. Your sight is blurry, but still you try to take a look of him. Fuma looks like bird which fell from the nest. Your gaze stops on his bulge which is covered with huge dark spot on the crotch area. The thought that he humped the couch while going down on you made your head go dizzy.

Fuma : As I said day is not over yet.

With this words he flips you again on your stomach, you hear sound of his belt and zipper. Fumas' weight disappeared from the couch just for a split second. He pulls your lower body upwards and closer.

Fuma : I am sorry I can not wait anymore. I want to be inside of you so badly.

He goes inside with one trust and freezes. It was painful but not as much as spanking. The size difference is still here.

Fuma : Oh baby you are still so tight even after all that times I have ruined you.

y/n : Fuma please move.

You try to move yourself.

Fuma : My needy little girl, if you'll continue moving like that I am gone come right now. I do not want to disappoint you.

y/n : Fuma you could never disappoint me.

You find his hand on the couch and interlock your fingers with his. He breathes heavily in you neck.

Fuma : I think I am ready.

He starts with slow trusts. But even his patience has limits. His movements got faster, stronger, deeper. Your moans make him go crazy.

y/n : Please Fuma, I want to see you and hear you sounds too.

He turns you to face him, without leaving your burning heath. You put your hands and legs on his beck and lock them.

y/n : I will never ever let you go. I promise.

Your words make him smile again. He taps your thigh.

Fuma : Hold on me tight.

He leaves your body and enters with such force you scream again. He is not holding his voice anymore , this low grunts and moans right in your ear makes your mind go blank.

Fuma feels that soon he will come and slides his hand between your wet bodies to reach your clit. Immediately starts to circle it with his thumb.

y/n : Fuma I am so close please kiss me.

He kisses you like there is no tomorrow, it swallows your and his moans. Both come at the same time. Have breathing fills the room. You are not letting him go as you promised. Fuma crushed you with his body, but it is okay. After all he is your sweet teddy bear. You remembered that you have not wished him happy birthday yet.

y/n : Happy birthday teddy bear.

You look at him and see that he has fallen asleep on you.

Mission successful completed.

It is my debut on tumblr authors world. Hope you will like it. 🌹🌹🌹

Constructive criticism is welcomed.

I know I am really late for Fumas' birthday (sob)

#&team #&team fuma #&audition #&team hard hours #&team smut #&team x reader #&team scenarios #&team fanfic

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jonathanvik · 16 days

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Luyten V - Chapter 5

“You must understand, your daughter is the world’s only defense against the Altair,” Director Shapley said, his tone measured.

“I don’t care!” Her mom’s voice raised to a fevered pitch. “You’re not making my Rose a soldier! Besides, it makes no sense. Why is my daughter the only one that can pilot that demonic monstrosity?”

The two adults continued to argue, neither giving an inch. As usual, nobody seemed to care what Rose thought. At least her father was more understanding about the reality of the situation. He tried to intercede on her behalf, trying to calm down his wife. Still, getting thrust into a war didn’t thrill her, either.

“Thanks, future me! Thanks a lot!” Rose scowled. Still, if she didn’t have a choice, she’d fight. She could do this. After all, she destroyed those Altair without issue. An entire invasion? Piece of cake! She hoped.

“I’m going to the lady’s room.” Without seeking permission from the adults, Rose abandoned the room and its tiring conversation. She wandered the government facility, curious about its workings.

“Wow,” Rose stared wide-eyed at the facility they used to conduct Luyten V’s maintenance. Despite its flat, implacable features, the robot seemed to watch her with interest as she entered. The tech was bleeding edge, far beyond anything she’d ever seen in her dinky little town. Some scientists eyed her with curiosity, but continued with their work.

“Fascinating, right?” A nearby scientist at a workstation said, interrupting her gawking. He was tall but well-built, with a bushy mustache fluttering as he spoke with a thick Russian accent. He smiled at her and waved for her to come closer.

On the man’s terminal were computations that boggled the mind, Rose having difficulty absorbing it all. “Wow.”

“I heard you have quite a knack for the mechanical,” the scientist gestured to the project he was working on. “What do you think?”

Rose peered closer. It appeared to be Luyten V’s mechanical skeleton. “It’s masterful. The legs are thick and strong to support the Luyten V’s weight, yet light and delicate enough to move like a human. I’m amazed anything that size can even stand. Wouldn’t the square-cube law work against it?” The larger an object gets, the greater the strain on the structure because of its increased mass.

“Clever observation,” the scientist replied, pleased. He extended a hand. “Doctor Vasiliy Idelson.”

“Rose Brahe,” she grabbed the older man’s hand and shook it. “What is the Luyten V made from? Steel couldn’t hold that much weight.”

“That’s still a mystery,” Idelson admitted sheepishly. “An alloy of unknown composition. Very unusual.”

Rose nodded and asked other technical questions. Much to her satisfaction, Doctor Idelson was happy to supply the answers. While the advanced scientific principles were difficult to understand, Rose gained a vague understanding of how the robot worked.

“There you are,” an annoyed Sandage said, walking up to them.

“Just exploring,” Rose said without shame. If she designed this stupid thing, she deserved to know its inner workings.

“I’m showing her how the Luyten V works,” Idelson said.

“Doctor Idelson, that confidential information,” Sandage scowled. He eyed the Russian scientist with a guarded, suspicious expression. Old prejudices died hard, she supposed. They were at war with aliens. Shouldn’t they all be friends as fellow humans?

But like Rose, Idelson held no shame. “Ms. Brahe is a talented young lady. We should recruit her to the research team. Her input would be highly valuable.”

“Funny,” Sandage said, unamused. “Come, Rose. Your parents are ready to leave.”

“Fine.” But she smiled as Idelson gave her a conspiratorial wink. If she returned, she’d love to speak more with him. It was rare to meet someone with a similar love for the unknown. She burned with the desire to tear apart the Luyten V and see how it all worked.

“You’ll be happy to know your mom ok’d you to pilot the Luyten V,” Sandage said without preamble as they walked down the halls.

“Really? How’d they convince her?”

“Director Shapley can be quite persuasive.” Yet, Rose detected this development didn’t please Sandage.

“Is something wrong?” Was he convinced she couldn’t do it? It was an odd change, considering his encouragement when she fought with the Altair scout. Was something going on?

“I argued against it, but they went ahead anyway,” Sandage fought back the bitterness in his voice. Rose pressed the point, but the government agent refused to elaborate as they walked down the halls.

“Okay.” An awkward silence hung between them as they walked. It broke as Sandage said something else.

“Just know this, Rose,” Sandage hardened his jaw, his face filling with determination. “We will do whatever it takes to protect you. We have your back, always.”

“Sure.” Rose blinked in confusion. Wasn’t he against her a second ago? Whatever. Adults were weird and often contradictory. Still, the encouragement heartened her. With this awesome team behind her, how could she lose?

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“I’m fine, Georges. You don’t need to worry about me.” Rose stuck her head further into her book.

“I’m just worried about you, Rose. Apparently, they’ve recruited you to mold you into their personal soldier, brainwashed to do whatever they want!” her friend said, scowling.

“That’s not true!” Rose snapped back. It wasn’t like she wanted this.

“Just leave her alone, Georges,” Vera said, rolling her eyes. “Stop being so pushy.”

“So, it doesn’t bug you that the government has a jack-booted thug trailing Rose wherever she goes?” Georges whispered, pointing to the black-suited man in the corner of their study hall.

“Mr. Brown? He’s cool,” Rose waved towards her bodyguard, who responded with a slight nod. While on duty, the granite-faced man seemed more like a stone carved statue. While alone, however, she found him friendly and easy to talk to. They shared similar interests and enjoyed bouncing ideas off him.

“It’s like Grandpa says, they’re always tracking us.” Georges took on a conspiratorial tone. “Did you hear about the secret chips they install in microwaves? Totally a way to spy on us.”

“How would that even work? Why would you even spy on someone from their kitchen?” Rose said, exasperated.

“I’m just saying,” Georges replied. “Trust me. Things are going to get bad soon. They’re already talking about a world government!”

That particular conversation had recently gained some major steam, trending on many social media sites. With people scared about the Altair, some proposed that a single world government would better pool humanity’s resources to fight them. Politicians were throwing their weight around to strengthen ties with their allies and once-rivals. While Rose didn’t give it much credence, it was an interesting thought experiment.

“It’s awfully convenient that the Altair showed up when our relationship with the Russians was at an all-time low. Grandpa says we’re way too friendly with the Russians now. It isn’t natural!” Georges continued.

“Georges, stop parroting whatever your grandfather says,” Rose said, annoyed. Since Georges’ parents died when he was three, he’d lived alone with his grandfather almost his entire life. While a nice enough man most of the time, he seemed somewhat unhinged sometimes.

Georges opened his mouth to continue his rant, but Hans stopped him in his usual curt way. “Shut up, Georges. No one cares about your ridiculous theories.”

Thank you. Rose sighed in relief. For once, they were in total agreement. Georges grumbled to himself, chastened.

“Anyway, I’m surprised they’re still allowing you to go to school here,” Vera said, changing the topic. “You’d think they’d lock in some lab somewhere.”

“Eh, they want some stability in my life. They said the normality would keep my spirits up.”

“Are they having you train?” Hans suddenly asked. “Piloting the Luyten V can’t be easy on your body.”

“Don’t remind me. They have me up three hours early every morning for physical training.” Rose’s muscles ached from being pushed far past their natural limits. Worse, they promised to amp up the difficulty. She really wanted to complain to her future self for putting her through this nonsense.

Much to Rose’s surprise, Hans’ expression softened. “Keep with it.”

“Huh?” Rose blinked, surprised by the sudden kindness. Before she could comment, Hans had disappeared. She only shook her head. The world was getting crazy lately. It seemed like anything could happen. For reasons that ashamed Rose somewhat, she wished they remained that way. Despite the ever-present dangers, it was exciting,

“Hello, class,” Ms. Sagan said as they entered math class. They each took their seats, but their teacher didn’t start the class as expected. Instead, a girl Rose had never seen before entered their classroom. The first thing that struck her was the newcomer’s unusual size. Rose almost assumed the newcomer was a high schooler, the girl reaching almost her father’s height.

“Hello. My name is Cecilia Burbidge. It is nice to meet you,” the tall girl gave the class a bow.

“What’s with the formality?” Vera whispered to her. How the girl spoke was odd, stilled. The newcomer’s clothes were simple, baggy pants and a pink sweatshirt. It was an unusual contrast to the prim and proper way she spoke. She didn’t seem like someone from high society.

“I wonder if she was homeschooled,” Rose wondered. The newcomer seemed oddly wide-eyed as she entered the classroom, like she’d never seen one before. While everyone was whispering about how strange their newest classmate was, Rose’s heart warmed to the girl. The poor thing seemed lost as class began, having trouble concentrating with so many strangers around. Rose swore to lend Cecilia her notes later.

“Is this seat taken?” Rose said, sitting next to their newest classmate. The lunchroom bustled with activity, each student rushing to their usual click or friend group. Rose, however, chose a different option.

“Oh, Brahe. Um, hi!” Cecilia said awkwardly. “Sure, why not!”

“Good. Are you adjusting well to Dee Middle?” Rose asked, biting into her garlic bread. While the lasagna wasn’t anything special, garlic bread was impossible to mess up.

“Perfectly,” the other girl replied. “Shouldn’t you join your other friends?” The other girl pointed to her pair of friends waving her over. But Rose only dismissed them with a shake of her head.

“Nonsense. I’m more interested in you. You’re attending a new school. It can’t be easy. Were you homeschooled before this?”

“Yes, you could say that, Brahe.”

But Rose only laughed. “No need to be formal. We’re all friends here.”

“Friends, but we’ve just met?” The other girl looked down, blushing. Had this girl never had friends before? From her stilted position, Rose supposed Cecilia didn’t hang out often with others her age.

“Nonsense. We’ve talked, so we’re friends now.”

“I’ve read it takes years to develop a deep connection to someone. Yet, you’ve only known me for seconds before calling me a friend?”

“Like I said, don’t worry about it.”

The girl looked down, fidgeting somewhat. “Thanks. Everyone’s been staring at me. They think I’m some oddball.”

“They’re just not used to you. Give it a few weeks. You’ll just be another part of the furniture.”

Cecilia stared at her hands before replying. “You’re not what I expected. You’re upbeat, considering the scary stuff that’s happened to you.”

“That?” Rose snorted. “I’m not worried about the Altair. Luyten V and I are becoming a great team. We’ll smash them like the others.”

This comment made Cecilia go quiet, her face going pale. She started quaking.

“Is something the matter?”

“Aren’t you worried that you’re in over your head?”

Rose saw the worry and sensitivity in the other girl’s eyes. “Look, I’m just trying to make sure everyone’s safe. With the Altair threat hanging over us like a noose, people need to know I’m standing firm, that I’m invincible.”

This comment made Cecilia speechless. She stared down at her hands, troubled. Rose wanted to reassure the girl everything was okay, but Vera had lost patience and butted onto their table. Vera introduced herself and asked hundreds of probing questions that Cecilia had trouble answering. After the rather grim nature of their conversation, it was a comedic and welcome relief.

“And who dressed you?” Vera said, picking at the shoulder of Cecilia’s plain sweatshirt. As usual, the girl liked to speak her mind and forgot about tact. “They have no fashion sense.”

“Really?” Cecilia looked down at her outfit. “I suppose so. The doctor thinks that function takes precedence over appearance.”

“Doctor?” Vera asked, perking up with interest.

“I don’t really have parents, so Doctor Burbidge raised me,” Cecilia replied. It explained the girl’s remarkable intelligence. While socially awkward, she’d answered every question the teachers had asked her with perfect accuracy.

“I’m sorry to hear that.” Though it must be nice not having parents muck everything about. While she loved her parents, Rose had to admit they were often difficult. In their rush to attend to her other siblings, she’d regularly get missed in the rush.

Vera clicked her tongue. “Yes, this won’t do. After school, we’re having an emergency shopping session.”

“Fine,” Rose said, rolling her eyes. While she enjoyed shopping, she didn’t share her friend’s passion for fashion. “Then we can watch Stella afterward.”

It was her friend’s turn to roll her eyes. “Must we?”

“Stella?” Cecilia asked.

“She’s an indie vTuber.” When the new girl responded with a blank stare, Rose clarified. “Basically a streaming celebrity, but with more anime.”

“Oh, it’s an internet thing,” Cecilia replied. “I’ve never really used the internet growing up. I was more interested in reading and drawing.”

“What?” Both Vera and Rose stared at the girl like she’d grown a second head. Did Cecilia live in a cave before today?

“Then you must watch Stella’s stream with me,” Rose said, declaring this like it was a holy decree. “She’s doing karaoke tonight.”

“Oh.” Cecilia showed little enthusiasm to this pronouncement. She sighed as her new friends rambled at her excitedly, ignoring her meek protestations.

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Ever consuming nothing pressed against them as they traveled through the void. Nothing existed here, not even time. Even to the implacable Altair, the void was oppressive and lonely. To less single-minded and focused beings, they would’ve long broken their sanity. But to the Altair, it only heightened their appetite when they arrived at something. There, they’d gorge themselves on reality. This newest universe seemed the most appetizing, full of life and vigor. They’d feed well. All they needed to do was wait for the scout’s report.

The odd, unknown scout had led them to a world brimming with intelligent, industrial beings. While their technology seemed primitive and non-threatening, the Altair wanted all their children to enjoy the fest. It won’t throw away its numbers for only minimal gain. So it’d sent the scout to soften up their defenses, filling the planet with despair, as they failed to fight even a single of their number.

In the void, the Altair slept, conserving their energy for the feast. Only the Grand Intelligence stayed awake, planning and scheming until the Altair scout returned with news of its success.

“Impossible!” A jolt slashed through the Grand Intelligence’s mind as its child died, consumed by fire. It wailed in pain and grief over the loss of its child. It’d bravely thrown itself into an unknown world to gauge its strength. Rage filled the Grand Intelligence, lashing out in fury at the outrage. How did these tiny beings kill such a formidable foe as the scout?

As the Grand Intelligence’s outrage subsided, icy, frigid logic replaced it. Clearly, this planet has sharper teeth than it’d first suspected. They would need to handle this Earth with delicate care to avoid senseless Altair loss. It read the flashes of insight the brave scout had sent through the void before its death. While fragmentary, the images of the Red Demon were clear to the Grand Intelligence.

The countenance of this terrible foe was quite fearsome, its power mighty. But its readings were odd, of an almost familiar color. The demon didn’t belong, somehow alien to this reality.

Grand Intelligence projected a command to one of the mightiest of its three generals. And Okab the Terminator answered the call. Green floated before the Grand Intelligence, subordinate to its wishes. It nodded its understanding, compiling in perfect obedience. This child won’t fail. It’d destroy this new enemy through cunning instead of brute force.

The Altair shifted in the void, waking from their slumber. They hungered after their lost voyage, eager to hunt. The Grand Intelligence coxed them, working them up into a frenzy. Once Okab’s mission was complete, they’d feed.

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fandom-nursery · 2 months

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Barbatos agere headcanons

Regresses around ages 0-2

His regression is Incredibly rare. He has a very hard time taking breaks and hates to be unable to do his job so he doesnt allow himself time to be little very often

He never was a child himself and regressed initially out of curiosity. After the first few times he realized that he did genuinely enjoy the feeling of being little and privately he knows that the break from being the perfect servant to Diavolo is good for him

He is generally pretty quiet when little and even occasionally nonverbal when he’s feeling really small. He usually gives one to three word answers to questions

Very curious and unsure about things since he’s really seeing everything from the eyes of a child for the first time

He does nap however he’s usually a bit fussy about it since part of him is still fighting against relaxing and take a break but once he’s down it tends to be some of his most restful sleep

He likes to be carried however it does make him blush and he will hide his face in your shoulder

His demon form is a sea creature and he does genuinely love water so it’s no real suppose to you when you learn that bathtime is one of his favorite activities

He loves to be out in the gardens when the weather is nice

Barbatos loves it when you read to him. Curling up in your arms and listening to your voice soothes him

A surprisingly picky eater when little and tends not to have much of an appetite. He would always rather be bottle fed than eat a solid meal

He has a rattle that fascinates him as well as a music box, bubble wand and one or two stuffed animals all of which he keeps very organized

He made himself one or two outfits that are specifically for when he’s regressed since he doesn't want to mess up any of his work clothes

Has a lot of paci’s and will admit that he may have gone slightly overboard with his collection

Barbatos can’t/won’t keep anything from Diavolo and tells the demon lord about his plans to try regression before he even goes through with it for the first time. He still asks Diavolo’s permission before he ever regresses despite being told multiple times that he doesn’t need to ask

He won’t let Diavolo be the one watching over him while he’s little. Instead he will trust either you or Lucifer to care for him

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dinosaurgreasestain · 3 months

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He couldn't remember the last time he felt like he was distinctly wading through dangerous waters filled with venomous snakes. Like the last prime cut of steak at a Southwestern buffet. Or any other assortment of analogies he could have come up with in that moment if his thoughts were not sufficiently occupied with the thought that this might be more... difficult than the last few rebellions had been.

His domain was constantly changing and shifting. Power balances were hard fought and hard won. His lesser demons constantly battled for status in the Pride hierarchy; for their right to consume more Souls for themselves. They were all vestiges of himself - prone to that kind of misbehavior. It was the norm. Which meant that any little tip of the scales in the wrong direction would garner another fight, another war. And while very few demons had ever managed to give either Drannun or Balmoth, his two elite generals, a run for their money, Pride knew that it was not impossible. Luckily, Drannun was still running errands for Vox. Which meant that Balmoth had been left below to manage things in Pride's absence.

But he was realizing it may have been a mistake.

As he traversed the long, rocky walkways up to his fortress and his throne, the cavernous, vast expanses of spiky crag and stone were absolutely swarmed with his lesser demons. Black, inky creatures that looked somewhat like earthly predators and yet not at all. Too many limbs and red eyes that watched him judgmentally as he stepped with confidence and power. He would not let any of these morons see him behave any other way. But Balmoth was not here. Not until he got up to the fortress and the path up to his dangerous-looking throne did he realize that a particularly large horde of his demons stood encircling a Balmoth that had one of his eyes missing and bits of his tarry body had been torn away.

Pride tensed - Balmoth was the strength of his Left Hand. Not many of his lesser demons would have been able to take him on and win... But it seemed like this was a collective effort, judging by the demons that had him trapped in their little predatory circle of teeth and claws. Pride did not have to guess, for very long, as to who was leading them.

The throne was not how he left it.

Sitting pretty in what he was furiously internally acknowledging as HIS FUCKING CHAIR was one of his lesser demons, a weasely looking son a bitch who had seemingly taken on the form of a large, if VERY long big cat. But he had quite a few more eyes than was strictly necessary, four in his head and more that lined his body from neck down to stomach and onto the long, thick reptilian tail. Pride knew he might be flattered at some of the similarities between them, if he wasn't so FUCKING BOTHERED that this JACKASS thought he could take his place.

"Ahhhh!!! Our DEFILED LEADER has returned!" The cat proclaimed, lifting his weird paws with too-many-toes into the air as if asking the other demons around him to cheer - but all any of them did was cackle, laugh, and bark as they often did. The sound was incredibly loud, echoing jeering bouncing around the stone walls. "Got SIDE-TRACKED when giving that angelic weapon back to the ENEMY, DID YOU?" The cat's words were filled with venom and vitriol. And truthfully, Pride did not blame him.

It had been a terrible idea for him to take that lance back and drop it on Lucifer's desk. Not after it had been won and they had celebrated the spoils. He knew what it would lead to. At least, in a grand scheme sort of way. What he didn't know was that one of his demons would have enough balls to take it as an opportunity.

"If you think I've ever needed permission from you degenerates to do anything, you're sorely mistaken," Pride said in return, his red teeth bared in a sneer, but otherwise, he was trying to remain calm and in control. Wouldn't do to lose his cool here. He knew when he was being challenged. Normally, it was a collective of demons who had haphazardly decided to do so - not one specific one who had found enough support to put himself on the damn throne.

But whatever. He could handle this.

"HAHA, SO YOU DID give it back! YOU SEE?" The cat screeched, pointing accusingly at the Sin. "HE ADMITS IT. I was RIGHT. And THIS is the CRETIN YOU WANT LEADING US?!?"

Pride rolled his fucking eyes. Okay, he could see why he himself could be a bit much now. The cat was only drawing from what he knew of his creator. And maybe Stan. Lots of yelling and screaming.

"NO! This time I MAKE THE RULES. It's about time that this domain has had a NEW LEADER. One that doesn't MAKE FRIENDS and get himself an ANGELIC WOUND because he's too STUPID to KNOW BETTER. YOU-" The cat continued to point. Pride restrained a growl. "Should take your PET-" The cat pointed at Balmoth who was thrust forward by the group of demons and fell at Pride's feet. "AND GO!"

Balmoth let out a wheeze before glancing up at Pride with his good eye.

"I'm sorry, Sir... I couldn't get control of them."

Pride frowned down at Balmoth, but didn't stoop to help him. Much as he was attached to his general, it wouldn't do to let himself show any amount of weakness. Not right now. For the better of both of them. Instead, he glanced up at the usurper and gave a bit of a manic grin.

"So you want the throne. You want the power and the status," he said, gesturing to the fortress around them. "You want the responsibility. The curse. The knowledge that you will be brought to heel like every one of the Sins. You want the title. The role. The fucking crown?"

The cat stared at him, venom in his gaze as Pride worked his way up the steps with each word, his own red eyes growing darker as he approached and until he and the usurper were nose to nose.

That was his chair.

"Then-

Take. It. From. Me."

The cat let out a ferocious scream before lunging at Pride and knocking him back to the floor. All at once, the entirety of the fortress and the domain around them was buzzing like a hive full of furious wasps, teeth and eyes and claws and screeching as Pride was swarmed by the usurper's forces. Red shafts of lightning crackled up near the high ceiling as the war raged, though Pride knew he wasn't entirely alone. There were a few demons who rose up against some of the others and began to defend him. It wasn't enough, he thought. But it was something.

His focus was on the cat as it furiously worked to bite and claw and pierce his tarry flesh. Many humans could not harm him or his legion, but demons pitted against demons... the damage was real. Doubly so when he felt claws in the remnants of that angelic wound that the cat clung onto and began to rip and tear at, pulling a pained yell from Pride that was not heard above the din of the battle that raged viciously around them.

If the rest of Hell had not been aware of something going on in his kingdom, they would be soon. The noise and fury was enough to cause a considerable ruckus. Pride was not worried about that.

More worried about reclaiming his throne.

As the cat continued to dig claws into the gaping hole in his chest that he'd hoped would be healed by now (now it certainly would not be), Pride shut his eyes.

And thought.

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I find it so funny that I’m like “I’m not a good witch, I barely even meditate, nothing spiritual going on here” meanwhile I have supernatural things happen to me constantly but I still don’t think anything of it. I’m like if Shane Madej was a witch 🤦‍♀️

Like seriously, here’s a list of all the supernatural shit that’s happened to me so far:

I once started sobbing with worry because it was November and there wasn’t any snow yet, and not 5 minutes later did a blizzard begin. There was no snow on the forecast (hence the crying). My siblings still call me “the snow witch” after this incident

I was joking about Satan at school one day and my nose immediately started bleeding. I told my history teacher and he absolutely freaked out and accused me of being a demon

My sister’s Godmother’s prayer rope (basically an Orthodox Rosary) exploded for no reason. It was just hanging on a hook, nothing touched it, and then I heard a “POP” and beads went around the room as the prayer rope lay in pieces on my desk. I cannot stress enough how literally nothing was touching it or anything. I just said “wow I must be haunted” and carried on with my day

I once had a dream where I actually hit the ground after falling. Apparently old wives tales say that if you hit the ground during a falling dream you actually die. Who knows, maybe I am dead and Purgatory is just Earth but worse?

I asked the Universe for a sign on what to do while walking home, disgruntled after a day of doing nothing, and immediately a Dove erupted out of a nearby tree fighting off a Crow. That’s an omen if I’ve ever seen one

I’m a pagan witch who works with Apollo, Thor and Odin. I once had a very important dream where I was speaking with Odin and Thor, but unfortunately I can’t remember what they said to me. I’m just so amazed that I actually had a dream about them

Also, on the note about working with Apollo, there are TONS of crows and ravens in my neighborhood and I always say "Hi Apollo" whenever I see them. In a tarot reading about which deity to work with, The Sun card flung itself out of the pile and I was like "Okaayyy, Apollo it is!"

I was listening to a Tarot reading once and the reader went “I feel like the name Gigi or Cici is important” and I literally had to stand up and pace because my deceased Great Grandmother’s name was Gigi. A couple days later I was talking about her with my Mom and she mentioned redoing some of Gigi’s old craft projects, and I heard a woman say “Don’t mess with my stuff”.. So apparently Gigi is some sort of ghost or spirit guide

I frequently see shadowy humanoid figures in my peripheral vision, but when I turn to greet them nobody’s there. While I do wear glasses, I’ve gotten my eyesight checked for anything that could be causing these figures and have gotten nothing. The figures are sometimes very detailed, with clothes and eyes, but once again, one look and nothing was ever there. I sometimes wonder if I’m seeing ghosts or something.

My mother was declared reproductively sterile before giving birth to me and my 3 older siblings. Yet more evidence that I’m secretly a demon

That time a faerie ring popped up in my backyard. Our garden has flourished effortlessly every year since.

As a witch, the first spell I ever performed was a healing spell. My friend was sick with Crohn's Disease and was bed bound at the hospital for a while, so I got his permission to do a healing spell to try and make him feel better. Not 30 minutes after the spell was complete did I get a text from him saying he felt a lot better and that it must've worked. He was also allowed to go home a few days later.

I have a really good sense of Intuition, to the point where I can feel when it’s going to rain or snow before it actually does. I was on a walk with my Mom once, and I told her we shouldn’t go down that path because there would be snakes. She said that’s ridiculous, but not 5 minutes later, she just goes “Damn you, child” as a snake slides past her foot. I still haven’t let her live that down.

Conclusion: I may be the Witch version of a Disney Princess. If I ever randomly stop posting, assume I've been whisked away on a magical adventure, please and thank you.

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Day 12 - Coming Dry

It is three in the morning, Adrien’s had his tongue in her mouth for thirty minutes, and her clit is throbbing. Absolutely throbbing. What the Hell. What the absolute Hell. How’d she even get here? It’s so early. Adrien himself should be asleep, curled up around his only, miserable pillow, dreaming about something regal and princelike— how did the two of them find each other in the middle of the night, pressed up against one another, swapping spit like a couple of teenagers in the middle of Elysium instead? Oh, god. Her panties.

She can’t even hear the music because she’s too busy thinking about how wet her panties are. Wow! Oh, furthermore, she can’t focus on the wetness, because the bass of the music— Nino picked this one on purpose, he must’ve— is making her vibrate in her seat, and her clit— oh, her clit…

No one blame her for wanting to scream.

She’d gotten off of the dancefloor to get some water, because dancing, especially with Adrien, works up a sweat. Adrien had followed, hungry eyes and deadshot shadow, practically swallowing her alive with that look he’d given her when she’d flagged Luka down for a cup of something light. Refreshing. Something that would give her a reason to stop looking at her jittering hands, her wobbly fingers, her singing, stinging skin, because she’s caught him in her web, and instead of fighting it, Adrien had aquieced. He’s hers.

Uh oh.

Her cup is on the counter, left untouched, and instead of her lipstick smearing on the rim of the glass, it’s all over him instead. Red is such a gorgeous color on dark honeyed skin, and wears it like jewels, even as he licks his lips with greed, fangs huge, like he’s the succubus instead, and he’s caught himself a meal for the night.

How did this even happen?

“You okay?” he asks, mouth swollen with bruises.

“Fine!” she chirps. Her mouth must be worse. Adrien kisses like he’s trying to win a competiton, and ever since he found out that she has a gland at the back of her throat that she takes advantage of similar to a G-Spot whenever she gives them a blowjob, it’s been his life purpose to make her buzz in arousal.

Like here.

Like now.

“You sure?”

“Absolutely!”

“You sure?” he asks again, that smirk of his turning salacious when he looks down to her thighs squished and pressed together.

Oh, damn him, he knows. He knows, he knows, he knows. Of course he knows. Why wouldn’t he know? They’ve been dating for years, now. Even before then, he knew that the glimmering blush on her skin was only one thing: sex-brained, ditzy lust, something lethal that hooks her insides and rips through her organs until she can’t even breathe. Right now, the sense of orgasm is right at the pit of her stomache, starting to hurt with how much pressure she puts on herself. It’s so, so good, but just painful enough for her to squeak when Adrien pulls away to drink the glass of water set out for her.

“Everything’s fine,” she huffs.

“Good to know.” He follows it with a wink. “Here I thought you were getting itchy— but you’re a good girl, right? No need to get itchy, because you’re not thinking of anything dirty, right?”

Should she play along? Is this what he wants? Does he want to toy with her? She knows that demons like to play with their prey before eating, but she’s the succubus. She loves edging Adrien until swallowing whole, but— but— but— but this just isn’t fair, not with her sitting her, whimpering for his touch, for release— “Hah—”

“Good girl,” he cooes.

Fine. Fine. She can… she can do this. “I’m a good girl.”

“My perfect girl.”

“Your perfect girl,” she repeats, whimpering at the gentle touch on the collarbones. Can’t he see that her nipples are hard under her dress? Why doesn’t he do anything about that?

Anyway, why is he even talking? Who gave him permission to pull away and start talking? There are many other things he could be doing at the moment, and none of them require this. How about he keeps his hands on her waist? Or better yet, why doesn’t he scoot over, make room on his thighs for her to sit right on them? She needs to borrow a thigh. Just one. He won’t mind the mess she’ll make on his slacks, she knows it, and that rising heartbeat in her cunt is sign that she needs to act fast or else she’s going to left tearing off Elysium’s bathroom wallpaper with sexual tension.

“Adri—hmmnmm—” she cuts herself off when that hand of his, huge and sinful, grabs her waist again and melts her into his skin. She can feel his own arousal under his slacks touching her on the belly, thick and heavy and staining the roof of her mouth into something syrupy and sweet, but it’s an afterthought— and afterthought!— to the teeth against her neck. He bruises her with those fangs, almost daring her to move so he can tear through skin, murmuring against her throat about how much he adores her. Needs her. Breathes for her. Everything she wants to do is abated by him; every move of her hand across the counter is stopped by a giant fist made around her wrist, trapping her in place; every kick of her leg brings her heeled feet over his thighs; every gasp is swallowed by a dark murmur of his own.

This might as well be public sex, the way he’s defiling her.

Oh!

Christ!

The epilectic lights of the club are scattering any thoughts she has— of public decency— of respectable attention to their boyfriend on the other side of the countertop who no doubt is having the time of his life watching her go limp in a demon’s grasp— of even remembering what her name is. All she can think about is that breath. That gasp. That snarl wrapped around her throat like a jewel, one that promises to keep her forever. He finds her lips again and their teeth click and she’s absolutely a gonner with the way she sighs and flutters her eyes. This just can’t be beat.

“Touch me,” she begs, pulling away to grab one of his hands.

“No.”

“Please.”

“No,” he replies, simply and honestly, though the flash of teeth as he smiles shows that he’s teasing her. There’s a thumb on her mouth. Pressing in. She opens her mouth and sucks on his digit, just on instinct, whining against his fingernail. “Why would I do that, Baby? You want to come?”

“Adrien, plea—”

She does when he reaches further with his thumb, bruising the gland all the way at the back of her throat. Bullseye…

Christ.

Her nails dig into his slacks as her poor, neglected clit continues to buzz in anticipation, while her cunt seizes slowly and softly, forced orgasming at out of nowhere. It’s liquidy. It’s intense. It’s so messy that there’s a pitter-patter on the tile in between them as she comes, staining the insides of her thigh glittery and gold from syrup. She could cry. Maybe she already is. Oh, god.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, when her legs are wobbling like bambi, and she can’t stop whining.

#speakizys #demon lovin #i wrote this in the car with no internet access (on purpose so i could focus) so excuse any grammar mistakes (more than usual)

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The Xiang Chronicles: Book Two Chapter 4

Title: The Xiang Chronicles: Book Two

Author: Jay Grayson

Word Count: 98k

Genres: Fantasy, adventure, drama, LGBT+

Available on: my website

Synopsis: With another Xiang in the mix, for the first time in history, Pangu decides to reevaluate his methods and his place in the world. Along with taking his little sister Heidi as his last disciple, he also chooses to take the more political path in his efforts to end the discord throughout the land—particularly within Terra. (And gaining favor from the handsome Lord of Ultimos does not hurt.)

Heidi butts heads with everyone in the group, save Raine, and tensions are higher than ever. There are failed love confessions, in-group fighting, and demons from Kira’s past but that all comes to a head when they meet a servant of Shakti who is more than what she seems.

Could it be that the Mistresses of Shadow are more nuanced than previously believed? Or that the strict dichotomy between light and dark are, perhaps, a touch exaggerated? That and more begin to plague Pangu’s mind and his faith wavers…

Full chapter 4 under the cut

Chapter IV:

Because of the run in with the necromancer, Heidi had quite a few questions. While she had heard bits and pieces about her brother’s journey as she had been following him, there were a lot of details missing.

For the rest of the trip toward Gaias, the capital of Feng, Pangu answered all of her questions. Sometimes, however, he would stop and look back to his disciples. In those instances, the story usually had something to do with one of them—such as the necromancer.

It was no secret that Kira was the first Chaaya but Pangu did not want to just say the words without having expressed permission from the man. After a short lived smile and a little nod, Pangu very briefly touched on the matter.

The same was done around the topic of how Baiya came to be a disciple. Heidi was slightly confused as to how Baiya had turned from being a mercenary after her brother’s head to one of his most trusted companions but she did have a few theories she kept to herself. Although there was a very curious part of her that wanted to ask but not Pangu—she wanted to ask Raine.

While Pangu took the lead in telling the stories and answering her questions, Raine often stepped in to help fill out the details.

He was funny in a very subdued and, often times, unintentional way. Heidi found herself smiling and holding back a chuckle quite a lot. Even more than his subtle humor, he was very kind and sweet. Usually she would find such qualities in a man to be indicative of weakness or them being something of a pushover, unwilling to stand up for anything, but Raine’s kindness was unique. There was no question about where he stood on any given issue but he did not try and impose his opinion on others either.

His presence, as a whole, was refreshing. Certainly more so than the other two who had, together, said no more than two words to her unless it was to complain in some capacity. Heidi had not been blind to the sharp and irritable glances that Kira and Baiya gave her. She knew she was not well liked.

It was nothing new to her. Back home, at the lumber mill, most of her coworkers did not approach her and those who did were short or at least distant. Perhaps it had something to do with her swinging her axe at the last man who tried to flirt with her on the job but she had hoped the men of her town were a little more secure in themselves rather than being thwarted by one little threat.

She bet that Raine would speak to her if they worked together.

The woods cleared up and an open space greeted them. Slopes stretched out, leading to the foothills of the northern mountain range, A’kyama, that stretched from Kyrie all the way to Agni. Gaias was nestled in between some of the smaller peaks and the natural barrier formed an almost impenetrable city.

It was no Ultimos but Gaias could be spotted from a far distance. The peak of the palace sparked against the sunlight first and then, slowly, the rest came into view. Each foundation was made with stone while the flooring and roofs were wood. The colors were muted—even the laundry, strung up on lines between houses, was filled with pale, neutral tones.

Pangu could feel the cloud of miasma nestled in the crook of the mountain but it was not so much that it raised any real concern. They left their horses at the stables near the edge of the city and walked the rest of the way, stirring interest and curiosity on the trek.

Because of how the city was built, there was really only one path up to the palace and it put the group in the midst of heavy foot traffic. Like usual, it was Raine’s Kyrie armor that drew the most attention and whispers of “Xiang” started to echo amongst the crowd.

By the time they made it to the entrance to the palace, it seemed the guards were already expecting them. Two men on either side of the large, wooden, double doors took a bow and stepped to the side. Pangu offered a smile and wave before walking in.

Basins of fire lined the path to the lord’s throne where a man sat, covered in fine fabrics and some furs. Beside him stood a woman and, as the group approached, she was the one who walked closer to meet them.

Heidi watched with interest, curious as to how the process usually unfolded for her brother. The man on the throne barely moved while the woman gave a short bow and a wide smile. “Welcome Xiang and disciples. We have heard a great deal about your triumphs and are happy to treat with you.”

“And we are glad to help in any way we can,” Pangu responded with a much deeper bow.

“Elise, tell them about the situation,” the lord said and leaned back, favoring one side of his seat.

The woman, Elise, they presumed, gave another smile. “Yes. Well, as I am sure you can tell, there has been an influx of miasma in the area. Also, with the tension on the border, we worry about invasion from Agni any day.”

“I appreciate your concerns over Agni, as I am sure you mean to refer to the recent incident in western Huang. However, I have already met with Lord Phay and negotiated a retreat. Unless Phay were to take further, more dramatic action, I do not believe you need to worry for your people’s safety in that regard.” Pangu hoped he was not crossing any boundaries as he still had more to lay on the table.

Elise glanced to the lord with some hesitation. She hurried back to his side where he whispered into her ear and then she rejoined the Xiang’s group.

“Lord Fei Kuta Sim asks how you intend to ensure our safety against Agni attack.”

“First, I will clear your city of miasma as it is my sworn duty,” Pangu stated and then pulled out a letter from Viren. It was sealed so Pangu did not know, exactly, what was written in it but he trusted Viren’s summary had been accurate enough. “Then, in terms of safety and prosperity for all of Terra, I come with a proposal from the lord of Huang, Huan Viren Ai. He asks for your consideration in a more unified Terra and I, as the Xiang, have decided to help him achieve this goal.”

It did feel incredibly awkward to speak in such terms but Pangu did not disagree with the words. He did believe unity under Viren was the best option for Terra going forward and he was prepared to back him up if necessary. Plus, with a second Xiang in the picture, it gave him more of a specified purpose on top of the general one.

Elise took the letter and promptly passed it back to the lord. “We will review the contents and send our answer as soon as we can.”

Fei Kuta Sim peeled at the edges of the letter but did not open it. His eyes remained on Pangu as he said, “Show the Xiang to where he may perform the miasma clearing ceremony and get him his robes.”

Heidi quirked an eyebrow but no one else seemed bothered by the exchange. Was this typical of lords? To boss around who, she assumed, was his wife? Or, perhaps, her brother and his disciples even expected this type of dynamic.

They left the lord in his throne and followed Elise into a separate room where she ran down the basics of when and where the ceremony would be held. It seemed as though they really had been preparing for the Xiang to come to their city for a time now.

As she talked, Heidi could not help the thought that pushed to the front of her mind. After a certain threshold, she had to say it.

“Why aren’t you in charge?”

It was as if she had asked some deeply personal question and all eyes were on her. Baiya, in particular, seemed borderline horrified.

He was kicking himself mentally for not warning everyone before entering the city of what Oli had told him. Really, he had not seen it as a huge deal since, for the most part, none of them would comment on a lord’s mannerisms or methods while in their presence in order to save face for Pangu. But he had neglected to factor in Heidi’s temperament.

Thankfully, she had not spoken her opinion in front of the lord but his wife’s reaction was still undetermined. Her eyes widened and she took a half step back.

“Oh…well, the title of lord passes from father to son in Feng. Besides, I would not make for a very strong leader figure.” Elise visibly gulped and shifted her gaze to the door as if her husband would burst in at any moment, having somehow overheard.

Pangu jumped in to salvage the situation while also folding his robes over his arm. “What my sister means is that she is impressed by your knowledge and skill. It was merely a compliment.”

Elise’s face flushed and she played with a strand of her hair while not making eye contact with anyone and, instead, staring at the floor. “Um…t-thank you. We should really move to the outdoor theater outside of town though…the sooner the better, right?”

The group nodded in agreement but Heidi lagged behind, still wondering why her words needed to be explained away by her brother. She also did not miss the short looks cast her way from her least favorite of the disciples. Really, she refused to believe Kira did not have some similar thought about the lord being a lazy and useless leader who would do better to give his role to someone else. In fact, she was surprised he had not been the one to say it before her. He did not seem to hold his tongue in any other scenario.

When they split up for Pangu to dance and them to watch, Heidi crossed her arms and stayed beside Raine. She trusted the Kyrie disciple to be honest with her so, while the crowd gathered, she asked, “Why are Kira and Baiya so irritated with me? What did I say that was so wrong?”

Raine regarded her with a smile but he did hold onto his answer for a little longer than she was comfortable with. That meant he was probably picking his words carefully. “They are not necessarily irritated with you,” he blatantly lied, frustrating her further, “We try to never speak on the situation in the palace whether we agree with what is going on or not. Creating friction with a lord, even to a small degree, can have negative effects on Pangu’s work. We all do our best to make him look as good as possible.”

So it had nothing to do with preserving the lord’s ego after all and everything to do with continuing to protect Pangu. Heidi almost groaned. While she did understand, in a general sense, she felt they really twisted themselves into knots in order to do “what was best” for her brother.

“You seem dissatisfied with that answer,” Raine pointed out the obvious.

“You are not allowed to have your own opinions?”

The tall man frowned and recoiled slightly. “I do not see it that way. I doubt the other two do either. It has little to do with us and our wants. It is not like Pangu does not put up a front either for the sake of getting the results he needs.”

“So…he manipulates the leaders into doing what he wants?” Heidi cocked her head to the side as the music began to play.

Raine opened and closed his mouth but he decided to drop it in favor of watching Pangu. On the other side of him, Kira grumbled under his breath as he started to pull the miasma into himself. His words were entirely inaudible but Baiya could still guess what he was upset about.

They both overheard pieces of the conversation and, beyond that, Baiya had noticed Heidi’s proclivity toward the first disciple. It had been apparent from when she first met Raine but, as they approached Gaias, it had been especially clear. And, even clearer than that, were Kira’s feelings on it.

“She really is like…everything that pisses you off crammed into one person, huh?” Baiya asked, using the noise from the crowd and stage to mask his words so, ideally, only Kira would hear him.

The man’s red eyes narrowed at him right away. “What do you mean?”

“Heidi, obviously.”

Kira frowned as soon as he heard her name. “She is such an asshole to our Pangu…and now she’s…”

“Flirting with Raine?” Baiya finished for him. His groan was answer enough. “Don’t worry, Raine is too thick-headed to ever realize it anyway. She can throw herself at him all she wants, he will never catch on.”

That was not the problem for Kira. Other than the fact that seeing it all filled him with a rather ugly feeling, he also worried about Raine’s stance on the woman. Whether he realized she was flirting or not was sort of a moot point when the real question was whether he liked her back. And, worse than all of that, was that Kira had absolutely no one to talk to about it. He could not talk to Raine, obviously, and Pangu was off the table too so it really only left Baiya.

As much as it pained him to admit, the man was the only one capable of understanding what he was going through.

“Still,” Kira said, “You need to do something about your sister-in-law before I snap.”

“My what?” Baiya glowered. His desire to talk Kira through his anguish disappeared almost instantly. He should have figured the usual thorn in his side would continue to be a pain.

Of course, Kira just snickered and responded, “You heard me.”

The miasma cleared and Pangu gave one last twirl as the music tapered off. Heidi watched with a skeptic gaze and, at the end of the ceremony, she peered around Raine to see Kira rolling his wrist and stretching his right hand. She had learned he was the one who actually absorbed the miasma under usual circumstances so her brother had really just gotten onto a stage and danced for the show of it, not for any functional purpose.

After the lord and his wife gave their accolades to the Xiang and hinted at an affirmative response to Lord Viren’s message, Heidi was left with another massive question. Only, this time she waited until they were walking back to the stable, away from the palace and any prying ears.

“So…” she trailed off, knowing her next words would possibly start a riot with Kira and Baiya. She did not mean them maliciously and she hoped to let that show when she made eye contact with Pangu. “Is that all you do?”

As she expected, Kira was the first to respond. “What is that supposed to mean?”

“Kira,” both Pangu and Raine said at the same time in an attempt to calm him down.

“No,” he countered and stopped walking, looking down on Heidi with a scowl. “I’ve had enough of you treating your brother like shit.”

“I’m not trying to be mean,” Heidi scoffed before attempting to explain her point further, “You told me you are the one who absorbs the miasma so, really, you’re doing all the work. Yet Pangu gets to dance and be cheered on like he is the hero but he’s not really doing anything.”

“There is far more to being Xiang than what you saw today,” Baiya also, predictably, jumped to his defense.

“Is there?” she questioned. “I heard that he mostly cleared out miasma and he is not even really doing that so…”

Kira saw nothing but red. Under normal circumstances, he would have been quick to defend Pangu, just on principle alone. No one said shit about Pangu unchallenged around him—he would not allow it. But, with the recent upset in the status quo, with the old guys assigning a new Xiang and Pangu, very clearly, losing his drive and spirit, even the smallest of critiques could do pretty severe damage.

And this was coming from his own sister. His own family.

He could see the hurt written all over Pangu’s face. While he was not hanging his head or dramatically sobbing, Kira could all but feel just how deeply Heidi’s words were cutting.

Before he could control it, he was shouting, “Can you shut the fuck up for five minutes?! Huh?”

Heidi’s brow furrowed and her jaw fell slack. She collected herself quickly however and snapped back, “I will speak whenever I want to—I do not need permission from you!”

They stepped toward each other, a possible prelude to an actual, physical confrontation so Pangu slipped in between them. “Stop it,” he did not ask; he told them, “No fighting in the middle of the street—people are watching.”

“Yeah, because heaven forbid anyone thinks badly of you,” Heidi remarked before storming off.

Raine looked between her and Pangu before chasing after her, not wanting to risk her leaving for good while Pangu, Kira, and Baiya stayed put. A storm cloud rolled in overhead and a distant clap of thunder crashed, further cementing in the mood.

#the xiang chronicles #my novel #my writing

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Alike In Sorrow pt. 3

Another piece of whatever this is becoming, this time featuring the LOVE of my LIFE and Kiera's complicated feelings about him.

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Words: 1024

Rating: T for oof ouch themes

Additional Tags: i love him your honor, recognition of the self through the young idealist semi-stranger with way too much responsibility, sad bastard warrior Hawke strikes again

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The Inquisitor asks about Anders. Of course he does. He's a mage—a circle boy, and a Marcher to boot—he has to wonder about the man who started it all. The Inquisitor stands on top of a tower in his pretty little mountain keep where the breeze is always fresh and smells like snow and pine, in his white coat with the silver buttons, with his unscarred skin and his careful words, and his haunted fade-green eyes that she recognizes because the color is wrong but she sees them in the mirror every morning, and asks The Champion of Kirkwall about Anders, the mage revolutionary who blew up the chantry. And Hawke wants to tell him the truth, Maker help her.

She wants to talk about the kind, careful man with the wicked sense of humor who spent years running a clinic out of Darktown, charging nothing not because he could afford to pay for supplies on his own, but because he knew no one down there had coin to spare, even for the life-threatening stuff. She wants to talk about how much fear had flashed across his face when she'd suggested he come along on the Deep Roads expedition, the way he'd frozen to the spot and one hand had reached instinctively for the pocket of a coat that no longer held a cat and he swallowed hard like he was remembering something that tasted bad. She wants to talk about the hours they'd spent in the Hanged Man and on Gamlen's front porch and eventually in her study, going over drafts of his manifesto, arguing about the fine points till his eyes flashed blue and his voice went all strange and echo-y, ending the discussion and usually causing him to flee for Darktown.

She wants to talk about his dry, calloused hands and the way he always smelled like magic, soap, and elfroot, and the days he spent nursing her back to health after the fight with the Arishok. She wants to talk about the weary smile he offered her, and the flimsy excuses about why he'd lost weight or looked like he hadn't slept in days. She wants to talk about how hard he pushed himself, those last few years, always running himself ragged for his cause, anything for the mages still held captive in the Gallows. She wants to talk about how the blue flashing episodes came more frequently after the incident with Ser Alrik, how she could see the his control of his own body growing ever more tenuous, how he fought to keep the spirit or demon or whatever former friend he'd taken on locked down out of sight where it couldn't hurt anyone. She wants to talk about the bullshit story he made up, and how she's not sure whether he actually thought some trumped up nonsense about a Tevinter potion that required drakestone and sela petrae would fool her, or whether he was trying to ask for permission to do what he was going to do anyway.

She wants to talk about how he carried his rage in his shoulders, and his sorrow in the weight of his head, and his happiness sparkled like the sun on snow back home in Ferelden. She wants to talk about losing a friend to his cause, and how she'd known and still let him do it. She wants to talk about the way the manic gleam in his eyes had gone quiet and sad in the aftermath of the explosion, the way all the frenetic energy drained out of him and he collapsed like a puppet with the strings cut after he delivered his speech to Meredith and Orsino, how he'd sat on that crate like he was waiting for the executioner's axe, and how she'd told him to get out of her sight.

She wants to talk about how he came back, stood by her through the orgy of blood and gore that had been the next few hours. She wants to talk about the incredible comfort that was his magic knitting her skin back together every so often during that awful series of battles, and how he'd been violently sick after they finally brought Orsino's blood magic flesh-puppet down. After, always after everyone was tended to. How he took care of himself last, every single time, like he wasn't a priority worth spending two seconds on. She wants to talk about the quiet voyage. She wants to talk about his black-feathered figure shrinking into the fog off the stern of Isabela's ship, all alone on some barren stretch of coastline that Hawke didn't recognize.

But she looks at the Inquisitor, this kid who's been saddled with the weight of the world and she remembers what that feels like, even though for her it was at least half by choice. Hawke thinks about what he needs to hear, and she knows it isn't her churned up feelings about Anders. So she tells him something that sounds pretty, something about the monster Anders tried not to be and the conflict between freedom and security. Varric would be proud of how vague and noncommittal she is. The Inquisitor nods like she's said something profound and wanders off to do whatever he does when he's not sealing rifts or charming the pants off Orlesian nobles. Hawke leans her elbows on the parapet and looks out over the white and gray valley below Skyhold, crossed and criss-crossed by Inquisition army roads, and tries not to think about anything. When that fails, she takes up her sword and goes to find The Iron Bull, who has opinions about the Fereldan Frostback that need correcting. Bull is good people. He understands that sometimes you need to throw yourself at someone stronger just to blow off steam, and it doesn't matter whether or not you win. He's content to trade heavy blows of the padded training swords Inquisitor Trevelyan has started insisting the two of them use, no questions asked. The resulting fight exhausts her enough that when she hauls herself to bed that night, aching in every limb, she drops off to sleep immediately and doesn't dream.

#dragon age #dai #da2 #my writing #hawke #f!hawke #character study #anders #sad bastard warrior hawke #here she is again #Kiera Hawke #look she loves her pirate gf but as an andersmancer #anyways #i love him your honor #recognition of the self through the young idealist semi-stranger with way too much responsibility #sad bastard warrior Hawke strikes again

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i don’t need your help ~ jace herondale;shadowhunters

word count: 2524

request?: yes!

“Alec Lightwood or Jace Herondale (either one works) smut? If you're comfortable with writing for shadowhunters, ofc <3″

description: after a run in with a demon that almost turns bad, a fight between her and one of her fellow shadowhunters turns into something so much more

pairing: jace herondale x female!reader

warnings: swearing, mentions of violence, smut

masterlist (one, two)

Izzy helped me limp into the Institute, my body feeling run down and exhausted already. She laid me down on a bed and it took me a moment to register that it was my own bed. I was aching all over, but I tried to keep a brave face. At least, I thought I was keeping a brave face. For all I knew I was sobbing like a baby.

“I’ll get my stele,” she told me. “Just...just stay awake, okay?”

I tried to respond but it came out as a pained moan instead. Izzy quickly raced from my room to her own. I could hear her in the distance furiously looking for here stele. I tried to stay awake but my eyes were starting to grow heavy and my head was lulling back against the pillow under me. The thought of drifting off into unconsciousness felt like the best idea I had ever had in that moment.

I heard someone at the door and thought it was Izzy coming back. When I looked up, I saw it was Jace standing in my doorway. His face was pale and he was staring at me in horror. I could only imagine how awful I looked.

“(Y/N),” he breathed. He quickly raced to my side and pulled his stele out. “What the hell happened to you?”

“She had a run in with a demon while she was alone,” Izzy responded, appearing at Jace’s side. “I got there just in time. Can you help me draw healing ruins? She’s going to need a few.”

“I’m way ahead of you.”

The slight burn of Jace’s stele touching my arm caused me to let out a yelp of pain. He looked at me with sympathy as he continued to draw the healing Rune. Izzy moved to my other side and started drawing a Rune there too. It hurt as they were drawing them, but I felt a numbness wash over my body as the Rune started to take effect.

Jace started to stroke my hair after drawing another ruin on me. He looked down at me, his face full of concern. “Rest while the ruins do their work, (Y/N).”

Getting Jace’s permission to finally rest felt like a blessing, and within seconds I was passed out.

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I wasn’t sure how long I was out. When I woke up again, my head still felt heavy and my vision was spinning a little. I tried to lift my head to look around, but it felt like someone had poured nails into my head and shaken it. I groaned and laid back down again, raising my hand to put it on my forehead. I realized then that the pain had completely left my body, except for the headache I had, and I felt good as new again.

“How long have I been out?” I asked, turning my head to see who had stayed with me while I was unconscious. I knew either Jace or Izzy had. They weren’t going to leave me when I was in such rough condition.

Through the slight darkness of my room, I could make out the figure sitting down as Jace. I was slightly shocked to see that Jace was the one who had stayed. Despite his caring and concerned nature when Izzy had first brought me home, the two of us weren’t exactly close. We didn’t hate each other or anything, but we were constantly fighting and he irritated the hell out of me. I didn’t think his kindness would extend to staying with me while I was unconscious.

“A few hours,” he responded. “It’s 2am now, you got back around 8 or 9pm I think.”

I groaned. “I definitely feel like I’ve been out for five or six hours.”

“What were you thinking?” Jace questioned, rising from his seat. “Facing a demon alone? You were lucky that Izzy had known where you were or else you definitely wouldn’t have been feeling as good as you do now.”

“Thanks for that, Captain Obvious,” I muttered. “For your information, I didn’t go out with the intentions of facing a demon alone. I was just out and I got cornered by a demon that knew I was a Shadowhunter. I wasn’t expecting it and it got the jump on me.”

“You shouldn’t have gone out on your own at all. You know the dangers of being caught are high, especially when you can be spotted at any time by a demon.”

I braced myself as I sat up, the pounding feeling in my head intensifying for just a moment, before slowly numbing again.

“I can’t stay cooped up here forever, Jace,” I retorted. “I’m more than capable of taking care of myself.”

“Obviously you’re not or else you wouldn’t have been on death’s doorstep when you got back here.”

“I was not on death’s doorstep. Izzy found me in time, but even if she hadn’t I would’ve been fine.”

“You didn’t look fine.”

I groaned and rolled my eyes. “Listen Jace, I appreciate this...concern you have for me, but I’m fine. I don’t need this lecture, I don’t need anyone’s help, especially not yours. You’ve made it very clear that you don’t actually like me all that much, so you don’t need to continue this caring act, or the lecture. I’m fine and I can take care of myself.”

The tension hung in the air. I expected Jace to walk away and to finally leave me alone. You can imagine my shock when he approached me suddenly, putting one hand behind my head and pulling me in for a kiss.

I was shocked. I didn’t know how to respond to it. I thought for a second that Jace had gone insane, that maybe some Downworlder had scrambled his brain or something. There was no way in Hell that Jace Herondale would willingly kiss me. I was just a torn in his side, and he was one in mine.

But something just felt right about the kiss. His rough hands were gentle as one cupped the back of my neck while the other was wrapped around my waist. He pulled me forward to the edge of the bed, nudging my legs open so he could stand between them. My hands were gripping the t-shirt he was wearing, taking in every last bit of him that I could.

I felt myself laying back on my bed against, Jace’s hand still under my head. He moved with me, hovering over me as our lips moved perfectly in sync with one another. His other hand slipped under my shirt, softly trailing up my side until he reached my bra. We broke away from the kiss just long enough for Jace to pull my shirt over my head and unhook my bra in one swift motion.

He looked down at me, his beautiful different colored eyes soft but full of lust. He gently ran his fingers over my cheek before pressing his lips against mine once more, then moving to start kissing cheek, my jaw, my neck. His lips hovered a moment over the fresh Runes that he and Izzy had drawn on my skin. When he pressed a kiss against them, it almost felt like he was soothing the slight burn that was still there. He continued to gently brush his lips over the white scars left behind from other Runes that had been drawn on my skin for years.

My head fell back against the pillow underneath me as Jace’s lips continued to kiss down my chest and stomach, stopping just above the hem of my jeans. He looked up at me, waiting for permission. When I nodded, he made quick work of pulling my jeans and panties off at one time. He pressed another light kiss just above m aching core before diving in with his tongue.

I gasped at the pleasurable feeling. Of course, being a Shadowhunter doesn’t mean you never have sex. Quite the opposite, really. All four of us in the Institution were no strangers to sex. But this...this was a feeling of pleasure beyond what I had ever experienced before. I blamed the fact that I had only ever had sex with Mundane men before now.

I ran a hand through Jace’s hair and grabbed hold of it. The action caused him to moan against me, the vibrations running through my body.

He lifted his head for air, replacing his tongue with his fingers as he lightly played with my clit.

“I can’t describe how long I’ve been waiting for this,” he said, placing gentle kisses against my stomach again.

“You have a weird way of sh - oh - owing it,” I said, trying to tease him through the pleasure he was giving me.

He smiled in response and moved his hand away. I whimpered from the lack of contact, an action I wasn’t too proud of afterwards but in the moment I could care less.

Jace kissed my lips again, the taste of my arousal on his lips and tongue. It turned me on even more and I just wanted to have him inside of me.

I pushed him down onto the bed and climbed onto his lap, straddling him. He looked impressed by my action. I ran my hands down his still clothed chest, reaching the bottom of his shirt.

“I hardly think it’s far that you’re still dressed while I’m completely naked,” I said.

“Well, we can fix that,” he responded.

I made quick work of taking his clothes off, discarding them somewhere on the floor with my own. When I pulled his boxers down, I audibly gasped at his length. He chuckled at my reaction. “Surprised?”

“Surprised that my fantasies were true,” I responded.

Jace raised an eyebrow at me. “You’ve fantasized about me?”

I took him in my hand and started to slowly stroke him. A breathy gasp escaped from his mouth as he fell completely helpless to my touch.

“It’s hard not to sometimes,” I admitted. “When you’re walking around here in your tight clothes, or with no shirt on. You’re so confident and cocky, it’s hard not to imagine what you’d be like in bed.”

“You finally have the real me here,” he said. “Why not make those fantasies a reality?”

He didn’t have to asked twice.

I spit onto the head of his dick, using my hand to spread it all over him before lining him up with my entrance. The moment his tip slipped inside of me, we both moaned in pleasure and relief. So much built up tension between us, sexual and otherwise, finally being released.

I slowly sat myself down on him, taking in every inch. His hands found their way to my hips, his fingers digging in so harshly that I was sure I’d have bruises there. Once I had adjusted to his size, he started rocking my hips against him, the friction starting to build between us.

I placed my hands on his chest, trying to steady myself as I took over rocking my hips. He looked into my eyes, his mouth partially open as moans and whimpers escaped from his lips. Even with these small movements he was hitting a spot inside of me that I had never felt before. I was almost sure I’d orgasm within seconds.

Jace sat up then, wrapping one arm around my waist while planting the other one on the bed behind him. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, holding on tightly as he began to thrust up into me. The motions were rougher and faster, hitting that spot inside of me with a force I hadn’t felt before. I buried my head in Jace’s shoulder, trying to muffle my moans as I remembered there were two other people living in the Institution.

“Does that feel good?” he asked.

“Fuck Jace,” I moaned. “That feels so fucking good. I might...I might...”

“What are you gonna do, princess?”

Fuck! And a pet name, too? I was putty in his hands.

I couldn’t even finish my sentence. My climax built up quick and hit me before I was even ready for it. I moaned Jace’s name against his shoulder as I felt myself clenching around him, a warm sensation running through my body.

“Fuck,” he breathed, his thrusts becoming sloppier. “I’m gonna cum.”

“Cum in me,” I whispered. “Please, Jace.”

He threw his head back and groaned as I felt him finish inside of me. I gasped at the feeling, which was almost enough to make me orgasm again.

Jace fell backwards onto the bed, taking me with him. I giggled as I settled against his chest, still wrapped around his softening member. I could stay like that for hours if Jace wanted to.

“Maybe I should get attacked by demons more often,” I mumbled to myself.

Jace tensed under me. “I would much rather if you didn’t.”

I moved my head to look up at him, raising an eyebrow. “Relax, I was only joking. I meant what I said earlier, Jace, I can handle demons on my own.”

He relaxed again, starting to trace his fingers up and down my back. “I know you can. I shouldn’t have overreacted earlier. I’m sorry.”

Normally I’d make some quip about him apologizing, but some things were starting to add up in my head. “You were always hounding me and shit because you were worried for me.”

It wasn’t a question, but Jace responded anyways. “Yeah. I...I just never wanted you to get hurt.”

“Jace, I’m a Shadowhunter just like you. I’ve faced numerous Downworlders before, both by myself and with you guys. I can take care of myself, you don’t have to worry about me.”

“I’m well aware of that. I’ve always been impressed with your fighting skills. It’s just...I care for you in a way that I’ve never cared for someone before. I always worry when you’re out with Izzy or Alec or anyone who isn’t me because I’m afraid of the day that...maybe you don’t come back. When I saw you earlier today...I was so terrified that I was actually going to lose you.”

I propped myself up a bit to take Jace’s face in my hands. “I appreciate how much you care, but you have to have faith in me, Jace. This is the first time I’ve seriously been injured while fighting a Downworlder, and I promise you it’ll be the last time too.”

Jace nodded. I smiled a little and leaned down to kiss him again. I finally decided to untangle myself from him, although I felt empty without him inside of me. I laid down next to him, feeling sleepy from our earlier activities.

My eyes were starting to close when Jace said, “Hey (Y/N).”

“Yeah?”

“Maybe we should close the door next time we decide to have sex.”

My eyes popped open to see that my bedroom door was wide open. I hadn’t noticed that earlier, what with being...“preoccupied” and all. I groaned and buried my face in Jace’s chest as he laughed.

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etherealluminescence · 3 years

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op, p l e a s e do this one.

gn-mc is a great fighter according to their profile, but everyone severely underestimates them, since they’re kinda short and they’re thinking it’s to human standards. as soon as they come though the three (Diavolo, Barbatos, Lucifer) realise that the number of fights have gone down, and that RAD is a lot more quiet. Apparently mc had fought all the trouble makers or scary students on a whim, and has forced like 30+ scary demons into pacts, and plans to conquer RAD’s bad students. on top of that, they’re just like “one day i’ll beat the shit out of diavolo too fair and square, and conquer him as well.” for the brothers and undateables. bonus if mc said they only started their “conquest” because someone tried to bully Luke, so they decided to just conquer the demons for him like a good? older sibling

Holy shit OP this is what I signed up for when I started doing headcanons. Recently I’ve been working on my actual novel but I am still writing these out! I decided to answer this first because the creativity just HIT me.

The part that killed me is just how they did it for luke, I love him like my own son. Also side note the goth theme on tumblr hits different I really like. WARNING - a little bit of language, and violence.

Everyone reacting to GN!MC “conquering” RAD’s demons

Lucifer

He had chosen you and noticed your profile, thinking that is was almost cute humans would consider a tiny thing like you strong.

He immediately brushed you off when he saw how close you were to the chihuahua, thinking that you too, are just like a tiny chihuahua then.

But he soon hears less and less about fights going around, and even Diavolo investigates with him, and he is beyond shocked. He severely underestimated you.

He finds out because he forced some lesser demons to talk, and they were in tears saying you forced them to make a pact with you each time they lose, and by your order they weren’t allowed to fight students anymore, or else you’d punish them.

Although it was the truth he didn’t quite believe it, so they followed you around for a day before realising it absolutely was, you kicked ass so hard, the demon was crying and unrecognisable, and you forced him into a pact while snot was even coming out his nose.

He then sees you open the door behind you and take Luke’s hand before walking away from the bloody scene you had just caused. He was slightly angry and a bit intimidated, how did you, a tiny human do that?

When he confronted you about it, you just held onto his shoulders tightly, answering with “I’ll conquer you too, I’ll conquer Diavolo, I’ll conquer all of RAD, fucker. I am going to protect this child with my life.”

He was about to argue back, possibly attack you, but according to all the students investigated, you had well over 50 pact marks by now, and Diavolo found it amusing, so you were let off with that.

He swears he won’t submit to you, and has to stay on high defense because even at the HOL you will try to attack him with murderous intent to get the pact. 0/10, wants a new exchange students.

Mammon

He was the first one you made a pact with, and afterwards he started following you around like a dog, despite literally calling Luke a dog.

He knew you were a good fighter since you kept saying so, but he kept telling you demons were another level, and you should be glad to have him.

You and Luke hung around a lot, while Mammon thirdwheeled, and finally came the day of your first fight. Mammon was ready to defend you, but you ordered him to sit as you beat the literal fuck out of the demon.

Mammon couldn’t tell if that was a lesser demon or a dismembered corpse at that point, and covered Luke due to all of their screaming in agony. When you were done, you kicked their head into a wall and demanded a pact, making him slightly pouty but happy he’s alive:

Getting the pact, you left and gave a head pat to both Luke and Mammon, telling them that they’re safe with you. Mammon didn’t like it at first but then he loved it.

It didn’t take Lucifer long to find out, and when you told him with such confidence that you’d “conquer all of RAD, including Diavolo” he was like woah!! You’re going to die for that, but you’re amazing!!

And then you didn’t die, because Diavolo found it funny, and you were only serving justice to those who cause mayhem at the moment, so it was fine. He also accidentally finds out that you rival Lucifer in power, and absolutely won’t let Lucifer punish him, because in your words, “Mammon is my property now, whore.”

You were the only person to protect him, and he absolutely loves you, he may be weaker than you, but he loves staying by your side and saying he’d beat people up for you anyways.

Leviathan

Levi never really talked to you at first, nor found out about the incidents because he didn’t go to school, but when he heard Mammon talking about it he thought he was exaggerating a lot.

Even Lucifer said you were strong, but he refused to believe it at first, even denying the pact marks you had. Until you beat the life out of Levi during the TSL games.

He got angry at you and tried to kill you, so you ripped him apart, quite aggressively. He swore his tail had bite marks in them, and that he couldn’t see out of his left eye for a week. The icing on top was you demanding a pact from him. He finally believed.

After you calmed, he made a pact with you, and was now afraid of you, until you comforted and apologized to him, telling him he did try to kill you first.

When Luke comes over one day, you invite him into Levi’s room, no permission, and start to talk, and when Levi tries to make fun of him, Mammon shuts his mouth.

“Luke is the whole reason they decided to start their conquest, the whole school knows that by now!” Mammon shushed him, and Levi began feeling a little jealous that the chihuahua got more of your attention than him. But when he hears that you ALSO want to conquer Diavolo, he’s just like !?!!??? You’re crazy.

But more than that you’re like some over powered anime protagonist who got sucked into a different world with over powered plot armor, Levi thought, and he really liked it.

Begs you to come with him when he’s trying to buy stuff in lines, so anyone who tries to cut gets the life beat out of them when they do.

Satan

Absolutely member #2 of your fan boy club, Diavolo being the first one in it.

He thinks oh yeah, you can fight sure. But when he witnesses it he absolutely loses his mind. A human shouldn’t be that strong, but the way you force a pact mark from them, and even defended the tiny chihuahua before leaving, while being tiny yourself, he was interested in how your body worked.

But what really excited him and made him like you is when Lucifer entered the room and you sent a flying kick to him, putting up a harsh fight as well, before you break the table when you were knocked into it, calling it a tie.

“I swear one day I’ll conquer you and force you to make a pact with me. I’ll wipe that smug look off your face, fucker. And once I do that, I’ll beat the shit out of your prince, too.” You spat, getting up and holding your back.

So now you went from protecting the chihuahua to devildom domination? Basically asks you to make a pact with him so you can use him to fight Lucifer. When you tell him you want a fair fight, and that you’ll beat Lucifer yourself, he’s just so excited because you held your own for five minutes, and Lucifer can’t even kill you!

Literally tags along each time you decided to fight Lucifer and cheers you on so hard. Will purposely try to make you and Lucifer run into each other at the halls, so you automatically try to hurt him.

Please tell him not to eat so much popcorn, we know the show is good but it’s like he has boxes of them now knowing you’re hating? on Lucifer like him.

Asmodeous

Has absolutely freaked out and began cowering in a corner, shaking, begging you anywhere but the face.

He came to watch the show of you beating up a demon, not realizing it was you at first. When he did, he was so shocked and got closer to make sure.

You mistook him for the demon’s crew who made fun of look and tried to attack, seeing red. He held his own for a minute, before you almost rip off his wing in one swing.

He’s begging for forgiveness like the demons, despite not doing anything wrong at all. When you calm and realize it’s just human, you make the other demons unrecognizable and get your pacts, before making your way to him.

He’s just crying not his face, while you just say “Pact mark.” Pointing out you won fair and square against him, too.

He gives it too you beyond willingly, just not his face, he doesn’t even think twice. Nodding, you take Luke’s hand and leave.

He has to leave too for then next class, but then sees Lucifer, Diavolo, and Barbatos confront you.

Is afraid for you but then you literally punch Lucifer and tell him you’ll conquer him, and then turn to Diavolo and declare his ass as your own, making Asmo secretly swoon but worried.

Actively tried to avoid you while at the HOL for awhile, but noticing your docile nature when you’re not fighting, he felt a little comfortable with you, and right now his only concern is how many callouses your hands are getting from punching thick skulls.

Beelzebub

This man wanted to believe you when you said you were a strong fighter in passing conversation with him, but he just couldn’t. You were the tiniest creature he’d ever seen, and he was so sure you’d crush under one of his hugs.

He heard you were protecting Luke from the whispers of lesser demons, but he didn’t think it was through fighting.

This all changes when on his way to practice, he watches you beat up one of his teammates so hard they’re crying, they’re so huge, and yet lost to you, and the fact you sent him flying and cracked a wall, by one kick.

When you said you wanted a pact mark, he was shocked the rumors were true. On top of that, Luke was near by holding a cake he planned to give Beel as thanks for something he did for him earlier that week.

He watched you wipe the blood off your hand and pat Luke’s head, with a gentle smile. When he came in, Luke ran to him and gave him the cake, and he learned everything.

You were the one subduing the demons around here, big or small, and even protected Luke. He even learned that you challenge three totally strong demons, Lucifer, Barbatos, and Diavolo.

He totally believed you could do it now, with what he just witnessed. He’s seen his fair share of fights with egotistical demons thinking they’re so tough just because they play sports, and he’s seen guys at the gym, you were beyond that.

You had speed, strength, and great perception. Wasn’t even mad that practice was delayed, and began going to the gym with you, and will happily play with Luke too, another older sibling figure for Luke.

Belphegor

When he exited the attic and tried to kill you he watch his brothers grab popcorn from the sidelines, as they said to him enjoy dying.

He was confused at first, but then got the LIVING HELL beat out of him, oh how the turns have tabled. He intended to murder you, but you nearly killed him.

You forced a pact out of him as well, kicking him repeatedly where the sun doesn’t shine until he agreed, understanding why even Lucifer stood back. It’s not because they wanted you dead, it’s because they couldn’t stop you.

When he gains consciousness later, he finds out Lucifer is the only brother you haven’t made a pact with, and that you have over 80 pacts at this rate, and that you even planned to conquer Diavolo.

He thought it was stupid at first but after seeing you fight Lucifer, with no cheats just your normal hands for combat, while Lucifer was in demon form struggling, he understood he really liked you.

“Soooo... when are you beating the shit out of Diavolo?” He asks, and he also nearly makes the mistake of calling Luke a dog before Beel puts a hand over his mouth.

Jaw nearly drops and he loses his mind when he finds out you only started beating the shit out of people to make Luke happy.

Diavolo

This man just fucking cackles, like after watching you fight, he’s just in full tears from laughing. He’s just clapping, and telling you that’s amazing.

When Lucifer asked why you did it, you stood tall despite your short stature, and looked him in the eye with no fear. “I’ll beat each fucker who approached Luke, I’m going to defend him with all my fists got, and if you get in my way, I’ll do the same to you.” You said, before turning to Diavolo.

You walked up to him, and pulled his tie down so he could meet your eyes, and declared, “I’ll even beat the shit out of and conquer you too, one day, prince. I’ll be the ruler of this place one day. Prepare yourself for that day, until then, I won’t stop:”

This makes him laugh, not belittling you, but telling you he can’t wait, and he hopes that day comes soon, because he wants to fight you as well, and he hopes you hold nothing back against him.

He loves how strong you are, he loves how you want to protect Luke, he loves that you only did it to protect, and didn’t even bother to summon a demon, you did it with your own style. That took guts, confidence, and the fact you told him of all people with that confidence you would one day conquer him, his heart fluttered.

He would definitely start watching over you, and probably fan boy over you. The first person to ever force the prince of the Devildom to lower himself; and they even declared they would be the one to make him their’s, by forming a pact mark. It was honestly amazing to him, and he likes it.

Barbatos

He really should of seen this coming, a new fighting student, who was clinging to Luke protectively, and suddenly all the bad demons were being silenced.

Guess there’s no need for his torture chamber anymore, you’re much more feral than whatever he does, he just needs to sick you on them.

Joking aside, he doesn’t really take it too seriously. It’s great you can get a lot of pacts, and defend yourself, and even want to conquer Diavolo by forcing him to give you a pact mark, but he knows you’re still no match for him yet.

To get to Diavolo, you’d need to beat him up, and he’s a bit of a harder fight than Lucifer, by that he means a lot, he won’t even flinch if you bite his tail when he grabs you by it and puts you out the room, with a smile on his face.

It’s become a game at this point for the both of you to try and fight each other, you trying hard to get a pact mark out of him. He even offered it to you at one point, but you told him you wanted to win it fair and square, and he’s just in love with you even more because of that.

He’s pretty much a dad to Luke, so he appreciates how kind you are to him, and appreciates how you have your own set of morals for fighting, making him know that if Diavolo were to ever make a pact mark with you, it would all be fine.

Solomon

“Hey... are you sure you’re not actually the demon?” Solomon asks you, looking at the sheer amount of pact marks on your body, one week after coming to the devildom.

He’s seriously impressed by you, considering how easily you beat up demons without any weapons, magic, or underhanded tactics. You simply use your fists and legs, sometimes your head, but you get the job done scarily.

He’s even more impressed when he finds out the reason, you were visiting purgatory hall and Luke was being rather loud. “I can’t believe that’s the 7th demon this week that fought with you! You’re just so cool, you’re so strong! Thank you for protecting me!”

Probably wants to try to enhance your strength with a potion, and offers it to you when you try to have your epic showdown with Diavolo, claiming he is the boss and Barbatos and Lucifer were his right hand men who dragged Luke into this mess.

You decline though, wanting it to be fair and square. Truly admires yet fears you. But then again, i don’t think you stabbing him would making him afraid of you. I don’t think this man can feel it at all, unless it was you dying.

Anyways, he’s delighted to ask the demons you make pacts with to make pacts with him as well.

Simeon

Nearly loses his mind at first. He’s so concerned if you’re hurt,, but then he’s just like wait what.

Luke had told Simeon all about it when he reached purgatory hall, about how you beat up a demon for him, and even promised to always protect him. Simeon is really distraught you may of been hurt protecting Luke while he was busy.

But then Luke tells him about how you forced a pact mark out of the demon, and you didn’t even break a sweat, and that is was the coolest.

He doesn’t tell Diavolo about this thinking it was just a one time thing, and tries to watch over you two more. But then he sees you and he’s literally just frozen.

Humans aren’t that powerful right? And when Lucifer Diavolo finally confronts you about it, he watches as you just stare him down and declare that you’re going to conquer him as well, to make Luke feel happy and safe in devildom.

Needless to say Simeon is extremely panicked about your well-being, but extremely happy Luke is protected by someone so kind to him. Probably doesn’t approve of the violence, but Luke adores you.

Luke

The first time you met him you told him not to worry about the demons, because if they ever bullied him you would beat the life out of them.

He thought you were just saying that, and he said that he too would protect you, which you found extremely adorable and nearly went “I’m taking this kid home with me and he’s my child now.” not that anyone could physically stop you.

He found out you were actually sincere about it when the two of you were alone in RAD’s hallway, trying to leave for purgatory hall since he invited you over.

You two were stopped by a demon, who tried picking a fight on easy prey, and it was quite frankly, the worst mistake of his life, ever.

You beat the LIVING SHIT out of him, and even told Luke to look away, because this man was beyond recognisable, because you were so small you could easily duck and move fast, so the demon didn’t even land one hit on you.

Just because he’s a demon, doesn’t mean his stamina is forever you figured, and beat him up, forcing him to make a pact with you. You had one with Mammon already, so you knew how it worked, especially knew you could have multiple due to Solomon.

When it was over, you told Luke he could look, and there was zero damage to you and he was just like woah!! You’re so cool! And from then on you stuck close to him, literally demolishing any demon he thought looked scary, or just stared at him for too long.

When Diavolo comforted you about it, you stared him dead in the eyes saying “I would literally beat the shit out of you for Luke, so you better hope he starts liking the devildom soon, fucker.”

Diavolo laughed and Luke insisted you didn’t have to go that far, but you just patted his head and said it was okay.

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mackeydoodledoo · 3 years

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Demon or Human?

Pairing: Bela Dimitrescu x Demon (Fem!)Reader

Summary: A foreign invader comes into Castle Dimitrescu just as you were settling in with your new family. However, how far would you be willing to go to protect your newfound home and your newfound love?

Warning: Game spoilers (I’ll try to keep those at a minimum), Blood, Slight G0R3, uncontrollable demon rage, fluff at the end

A/N: In light of some Resident Evil Village spoilers... Let’s just say I WILL NOT HAVE IT! So, I guess this is another entry to my The Demon Amongst Vampires series! R is My Character: Hydrangea Dragonfold

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1 Year..

You’ve been inhabiting Castle Dimitrescu for one year. Alcina had been able to persuade Mother Miranda to keep you in her care instead of letting you be hunted for sport. You’d probably survive it anyway, with your demon abilities.

“I have to go to a meeting,” Alcina announces to you and her daughters, “Apparently Mother Miranda has found a foreigner man-thing in our village grounds.”

“A man?!” Daniela squeals of excitement

"A new plaything?!” Cassandra asks

“You must bring him here at once mother,” Bela says

She looks at her three children, almost looking like she is tired of their pleas. However, she recomposes herself

“I will have to persuade Mother Miranda as best as I can,” Alcina says, “I appoint Hydrangea on watch. Bela is in charge.”

You leave your mouth agape, hearing your name after while of Bela calling you “micul meu demon” or everyone else calling you demon.

“But mother-” Cassandra interrupts

“Why can’t it be either one of us?” Daniela motions to her and Cassandra

“Because I’m the oldest,” Bela flaunts her ‘eldest sibling title’

“There will be no complaints my daughters,” Alcina says, “Guard the castle well Hydrangea.”

“Of course My lady,” you say out of respect

“You have permission to call me Alcina Hydrangea,” She smiles

Alcina makes her exit.

“I get the first bite on the man thing,” Daniela blurts out

“Not if I catch him first,” Cassandra interrupts

“Enough!” Both you and Bela scream

Your blue flames ignite slightly, almost setting the table on fire. However, you compose yourself. Thus, your flames ‘dieing’.

“We will wait for your mother to return,” You sigh, “Gosh you two are rowdy. No wonder why Bela is in charge.”

You ignite your flames once you stand, heading off towards the staircase. However, Bela follows you. You didn’t notice her presence until she grabs your wrist and pulls you into a room.

“Bela love what are you doing?” You ask

You try to get her to let go of you however, you stop fighting her as she doesn’t reply to you but only snakes her arms around your midsection, taking in your warmth that you were producing. Not only from your natural body heat, but your demon form as well. You were also sure that she was also listening to your racing heartbeat. The one thing you feared was giving too much heat, too much to the point where Bela and possibly everyone else you’ve come to love and care about they turn to ash because of your carelessness of your flames.

“I... Love, I have to leave,” You sigh, placing your hand on her head and the other on her waist

“No you don’t,” She counter argues

“I do my love,” You say, looking down at her, “I have to keep you three safe.”

“And you think we can’t protect ourselves?!” Bela asks

“That is not what I meant love,” You say, “It’s just... It’s just I’m not over what happened last time... If I hadn’t come when I did, you would have died... I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself for that. I’d die if anything happened to you.”

Bela’s grip on you only tightens when you finish your sad ramble. This gets you in tears. You really couldn’t imagine the rest of your life without her.

“You’d die... For me?” She asks

“Of course I would love,” You smile, swooping her into your arms

Fortunately, your blue flames weren’t ignited enough to accidentally burn her. Your foreheads touch as you give her a kiss

“This is so much better,” Bela sighs in relief

“It really is,” You smile, “Thank you Bela.”

She kisses your forehead. You lay your head against her shoulder, hoping you could just stay like that for a little bit longer.

“Bela?” You ask, breaking the silence

“What is it my love?” She asks

“If this man... If this man scurries around the castle and hurts any of you,” You start, “What if I lose control of my demon form and I no longer see the human in me?”

“Simple, I‘ll get you out,” She answers

“What if you can’t?” You ask, worried now, “What if I’m the one who ends up hurting you?”

“Can you promise me one thing then?” She asks

You nod.

“The don’t use your full demon form,” She requests, “If you’re worried about hurting us, don’t use it. Should you though, I will pull you out.”

You had wished you were able to stay like that forever. However, you knew you had to begin your task. You and Bela give each other one last kiss before departing each others’ presence and embrace. Bela goes back down to the foyer to meet her sisters once more.

“You two okay?” Daniela asks, breaking the silence

“We are fine Daniela,” Bela answers

“Then when will the both of you just shut up and get married?!” Cassandra asks, clearly teasing Bela now

“We are not-we don’t plan on that yet,” Bela says, “It’s never come up when we talk and we don’t need to yet.”

“Sure,” Daniela teases

As you were scouting the grounds of the castle, you already see Alcina returning to the castle.

“My lady!” You call out, “I’m assuming it didn’t go well?”

“Mother Miranda gave that man-thing to Heisenberg, of course I’m upset!” She groans in frustration, “I need a drink.”

You follow her back into the castle where her daughters immediately stand to greet her.

“Where’s the male foreigner?” Bela asks

“Mother Miranda gave him to Heisenberg that fool,” She groans

You all watch her walk up the stairs and disappear into the castle. You four seat back down into the couch, Bela leaning into your embrace.

“How was scouting O-great demon king?” Daniela teases

“It was fine Dani,” you chuckle, “Are you just going to continuously make nicknames for me Dani?”

She nods as she leans back into the chair. However, before any of you could converse on, you could hear footsteps. You motion for the girls to stop talking.

“You guys hear that too?” You whisper

You motion for the three of them to follow you and once you get to the grand entrance of the castle, you see a man.

“Looking for Rose?” Daniela calls out to him, taunting him

The three of them begin forming into their fly swarm and move toward him. You make the decision to tell Alcina herself that a man has entered the castle.

“My lady, there is a man in the castle,” You sigh, “Your daughters are on the case. I’m not sure who he is- oh, speak of the devil, here they are.”

You hear the doors burst open along with struggled grunts. You look over and notice Cassandra and Bela dragging him in.

“Mother, I bring you fresh prey,” She says, trying to take the credit

“Oh, you are so kind to me daughters,” Alcina smiles, her daughters letting a slight giggle out of their mouths, “Now, let’s take a look at him.”

She stands up and faces him, “Well, well, Ethan Winters. You’ve escaped my little brothers’ idiot games did you? Let’s see how special you are.”

You watch Bela, Daniela and Alcina taste his blood. You stand next to Cassandra as you watch.

“Hey-Hey you, help me out!” Ethan pleas at you

You turn to look at him for a second. You feel your human willing to help him however, you end up turning your back to him, not willing to help him. If anything, you also hated men.

“Starting to go a little stale,” Alcina says, “But, I must inform Mother Miranda. Later, there will be enough for everyone. Put him up.”

You watch again as Bela and Daniela hook his hands and Cassandra hoists him up. You hear him groan in pain as you all begin making your exit.

“Hey... Hey you!” He again calls for you, “Help me... Please...”

You stop in your tracks and look up at him. You only let out a low chuckle as Bela gently grabs your wrist and pulls you out from the room.

As you were finishing something with Cassandra you suddenly hear Bela’s grunts.

“Hey, I gotta go,” You say out of the blue

You follow Bela’s voice, rushing even further when you could hear her voice getting louder and louder.

“Bela! Bela!” You call out for her

You pass through the kitchen and notice Bela on top of Ethan. However, she doesn’t notice how he’s aiming his gun. Only you had noticed.

“Bela! The windows!” You scream, “He’s gonna shoot the windows!”

Believing that she didn’t hear you, you ignite your flames even more so than earlier. But, it’s concentrated to your palms. You begin melting the bars that had separated from you reaching Bela. However, just before the glass had gave way to the heavy damage, the bars melted enough for you to burst through. You hear Bela’s pained scream as the glass gave way to the heavy damage.

“You- stupid man-thing!” Bela screams

You only pictured how she was the last time she was out in the cold. You let out an ear-piercing roar as you forcefully push Ethan out of the way to get to Bela. Igniting your flames ever so slightly, you pick Bela up and begin warming her up with your flames and your natural body heat. You go back into the dungeons and place her down gently, hoping you had warmed her enough.

“Are you okay?!” You ask, tears welling into your eyes

“I am now love,” She smiles, caressing your cheek

“Go!” You say, “Get your sisters an get somewhere safe! He knows! I’ll come find you.”

You watch Bela disappear into the dungeons, hopefully back into the castle to warn her sisters. You go back to where Ethan had shot the window. He was hoping you’d feel pain with the cold however, when you emerged from the cold wind, you came out, unphased.

“What the HELL ARE YOU?!” Ethan asks

“The one who will kill you,” You growl, taking in the cold, “My blood’s boiling...”

Your blue flame continue to ignite more than usual and you pounce onto him, snarling in his face. He tries to use his shotgun on you and he manages to graze the side of your head. He manages to wriggle himself out of your grip and shoots at you again, this time, in the shoulder.

“Stay down kid,” He says mercilessly and runs into the direction you came

“Get back here you coward!” You scream, trying to stand

As your body began regenerating, you continuously crawled in the direction he was going in, beginning to track his scent. It was difficult as you were in the room where the wines are created. However, it didn’t stop you from continuing on the path. When you fully regenerated your shoulder, you get up nd try to track his scent as best as you could. However, when you only got back into the castle.

“Bela!” you call

You felt a hand on your wrist as you begin getting pulled into a room. A feeling of relief washes over you as you hug Bela tightly. You look over her shoulder and only see Cassandra with her.

“Where’s Daniela?” You ask, in a panicked state

“She ran off, hoping to take down the man herself,” Cassandra sighs

You hear the door burst open and it’s Alcina.

“That man will pay for what he’s done,” She growls, “My daughter are you hurt?”

“I was but- thanks to Hydrangea,” Bela sighs in relief, leaning into your shoulder to warm up some more

“Where’s Daniela?” Alcina asks

“She went to the library to take down the man mother, we tried to stop her,” Cassandra sighs

“You two stay with Hydrangea until I return with his head and Daniela,” Alcina orders before leaving again

She makes her leave. The three of you sit on the couch, Cassandra and Bela huddling against you for warmth. However, Bela practically seating herself into your lap.

“Do you have to be such a hog of the human furnace?” Cassandra looks at her older sister in annoyance

“I’m her girlfriend so buzz off,” Bela says

“She may be your girlfriend but I need some warmth too,” Cassandra growls

You could hear Daniela’s pained grunts and screaming. You stand up and place Bela down onto the couch next to her sister. You flick your finger and a small flame goes into the fire place, igniting the firewood.

“Alcina hasn’t found her yet,” You say, “I’ll go get Daniela the both of you stay here okay?”

Once you left the room you break into a run towards the library. You break through the door just as Ethan begins opening the roof to let in the cold air again.

“STOP!” You scream, grabbing onto Daniela

Sorry Bela... I have to do this... To protect all of you. You four accepted me almost instantly... I have to protect my home. I’m not letting anyone die here! The only one dying is him....

The ground around you became engulfed in blue flames, surrounding both you and Daniela

[A/n: not my gif]

“I got you Dani,” You say, the last time you heard your own voice

You look at Ethan completely deranged, more than Cassandra could ever look deranged at one of her “pets”. Ethan begins to walk backward however, tripping over an object.

“Let’s talk about this kid!” Ethan pleas, “From one human to another-”

“I’m not a human!” You spat, your demon voice overtaking your real voice, “I’m a demon! I protect my home and everyone in it!”

You let go of Daniela and leave her on the floor for Alcina to check on her. You throw Ethan out of the library. Alcina takes Daniela to where her other two daughters were. You throw him down a set of stairs. Coincidentally where Bela had opened the door.

You stand at the top of the stairs, looking down at Ethan, “You’ve overstayed your welcome... Time to say goodnight.”

“No-No please I beg you please I just wanted to find my daughter!” He screams

“All of this? For a child who isn’t even here?!” You mock him, “Your little baby could even be dead for all I care!”

Ethan draws his gun and pulls the trigger as a last resort to get you to stand down. However, you slice his arm off. You could hear his screams of pain as you now stand over him.

From the other room, Bela, Daniela, Alcina and Cassandra watch as you begin devouring his flesh. You stop after two bites out of his flesh you turn to the four women. Unable to feel your human, instead feeling your demon take full control over your body, you charge at Cassandra, Daniela, Alcina, even Bela. Alcina, being the protective mother she is, stands in front of her daughters, ready to slaughter you so if you lay a finger on her daughters like this. However, Bela runs past the three.

“Bela, get back here!” Alcina yells

Before you could lay a finger on them, Bela throws her arms around you, holding onto you tightly. As you flail your arms about, Bela still held onto you

“It’s me,” Bela says, calmly, “It’s okay now... I’m right here. Come back to me...”

You finally stopped flailing, your blue flames dissipating and your demon eye slits turning back into their round pupils.

“Be..la?” You call

You gently place your hand on her head and the other around her. You sink into her touch and fall to your knees, Bela following your movements.

“It’s okay now,” She coos, “I’ve got you love. I’ve got you.”

You choke on your sobs as you hold onto Bela for dear life, sobbing into her shoulder.

“Bela did manage to get you out after all?” Alcina admires her oldest daughter, “And I thought I was going to have to kill her.”

Alcina sips her wine.

“Mother!” Bela growls

“I need to protect my prides and joys,” Alcina states

Bela was sitting in your lap as Daniela is huddled against your side and Cassandra on the floor facing you, Bela and Daniela.

“Do you really have to hog to the human furnace Bela? I’m the one who almost died,” Daniela growls

“She’s my girlfriend,” Bela draws the ‘girlfriend’ card for the millionth time

“How long do you intend on pulling that card against us Bela?” Cassandra asks

“As long as I want,” She smiles down at you

You smile back up at her, “Daniela, I also warmed you up in almost an instant with that amount of flames I emitted earlier. Did that not help?”

“Oh it did,” She smiles

“Then you don’t need to be complaining,” Bela scoffs

“By the way, I am digging the new look on you Hydrangea,” Cassandra says, smiling at you

Black horns with bright blue accents had remained from your blue flame horns or at least under them and a tail remained.

“Do you now Cass?” You smile, “I do too.”

Your tail unconsciously wraps itself around Bela’s waist. You could feel Bela’s fingertips playing with the fluff end of your tail, making your cheeks flush a faint pink.

“Awwww micul meu demon is blushing,” Bela teases

“Ssshut it,” You hiss

You weren’t sure how well you were going to do with that man-thing called Ethan Winters roaming around the castle. However, this was your home. You went to great lengths to protect it. Especially your new family and your girlfriend. Even if you would lose your human, you had Bela. You trust her enough to bring you back, should you lose sight of that human in you.

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