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deafsignifcantother · 8 days

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the baby

♥ summary: almost loosely based off of this by @ukor02. This is really just a small little writing thing I did at 4am. ♥ relationship: no direct romance really, just some cute stuff between Lucifer and reader. ♥ word count: 1.6k ♥ notes: no childbirth mentioning and this is written like just as summaries of the situation tbh, almost like a bullet point format without the bullet points, the entire cast are characters, hospital scene, I made Alastor a main character and her main bestie because of course I did, reader is happy to be a mother

You wanted to give your baby a chance to get into Heaven, even if it meant they'd leave without you. Hell is no place for a child. Both you and Charlie knew that.

"What a pleasant surprise," you sign to Alastor when you see that damn smiling demon right outside your hotel room.

He laughs; aw, you're describing his arrival as pleasant. Did he make a good impression on you when you saw him last when he introduced himself in person in Pride Sign Language? You never seemed to have paid any mind to him, giving one motion signs as responses whenever he tried starting a conversation. But even when you interacted with him like that, he couldn't help but wonder why you always looked at him with your sweet, shy gaze. It's not on purpose, which is the worst part.

Pleasant, you called it a pleasant surprise.

"It's good to see you too, my dear!" He signs, bowing a bit and pushing past you into your room. "What have you been up to?"

What an obnoxious question.

You close the door, squeezing the doorknob tightly. This is going to be a long evening. When you turn back to Alastor, he's in your living room examining the decor, your random art pieces taped to the walls and organized together, though not concisely.

He waves his hands. "I love what you've done with the place."

"I've been bored." You sign with a slight nod to yourself. It's awfully isolating, which is obvious. Still, it has never hit you as hard as it does now as you watch another person walk through your chambers.

"I'm glad I can be in your company then." His smile widens, and the static he emits gets heavier. His ear twitched a bit, which you noticed but tried not to directly look at. Was it a good or bad thing?

"But it's often relieving to be alone," you start and look him up and down.

"You're quite used to being alone, aren't you?"

Your lips tighten, your hands stiff, and you are unable to finish your sentence. Absentmindedly, you rest them on your plump, pregnant belly. Alastor does his best not to let his eyes draw down to analyze it. Still, his head tilts, even just a little. He hates looking at your hands when you touch your stomach. Did his mother hold her belly like that when he was inside of hers?

"Don't you have others to talk to?"

"They're out on their little journeys, you know them."

"Of course."

Alas, he lets his eyes trail down to your stomach. It's not quite full, but it's obvious enough to gain attention from others. Charlie will put her hands on it every day, waiting for the baby to show its presence. She can feel the heartbeat, and so can you and Vaggie, though everybody else can't feel a thing. Alastor refuses to put a hand on your stomach. Life is precious and loud, and the few who were never human understand that differently than the others.

"I wanted to check in on the baby."

A twitch of your eyebrow makes his smile widen.

"Why?"

The day before, Lucifer arrived.

You try on your best clothes, laying them flat against your front, looking at your belly in the mirror. For the king, should you try to hide it or show it proudly? He has a daughter, but does that affect his thoughts about Hellborn pregnancies? Gosh, what do you have to worry about? So stupid.

With the other people, your new friends, you stood with your head proud.

He swirled with the dragons and hugged his daughter as if he hadn't seen her for years. What a kind man, unusually kind. His eyes... Those soft, precious eyes. And when they landed on you, your heart almost stopped. He looked at you as if you were an angel. When his lips started to move, the smile you didn't even know you wore faded.

Charlie put her hand on his shoulder and whispered something to him. And there came Alastor, saving the day.

"The idiotic king was just telling you how happy he is for you." With the signs came the grinding of his teeth.

Lucifer approached, his cheeks flushed pink with embarrassment. He addressed Alastor with aggressive hesitance. 'Tell her...' he said.

Charlie smiled excitedly, Nifty kept nodding, and Sir Pentious's eyes started tearing up.

Alastor grimaced. "He's asking if he could feel your stomach."

As always, you've put a thorn in the flow of interactions.

Still, you put on a smile. "Of course."

And there you stood, the King of Hell's hands gently holding you. You could feel the cold of his touch even through the fabric of your shirt. The heartbeat vibrated through both your body and his. The baby was alive and well; you could tell through the pure glee that spread across his face. Beyond your tiny ounce of worry, you knew he'd find hope within your baby.

Alastor watched with a terribly strained smile.

"Why?" You ask again when he doesn't answer. "What's with the sudden worry?"

"Worry? No, no." Alastor waves you off. "More like..."

You watch with interest as he trails off, a vulnerability you love.

He squints his eyes and clenches his fists, but only for a moment. His lack of vocabulary kills him. "...Intrigue."

You crack a smirk. "Are you finally gonna feel my stomach?"

Another pause. Alastor considers it, but all he can imagine is his claws accidentally drawing blood.

"No."

"That's okay." Again, your hands rest on your stomach.

Alastor has been watching it grow, but so has Lucifer. Charlie's father scarcely visits, and you've convinced yourself it's to see you. Every time he enters the hotel, he asks how you are. He tries to lift his hands to sign but finds no words forming. A language was created in his world, and he has yet to learn how to learn it.

Whenever he presses his hands against your belly, he can feel the liveliness of the soul forming inside you, and he can feel your appreciation at his care.

Begrudgingly, he always has to ask Alastor for advice on communicating with you. Alastor always has a cocky smirk when he teaches.

Charlie has to ask Alastor for help, too, but more willingly. Alastor raises his chin and squares shoulders when people ask him for help. Charlie went to him for help on a conversation you knew she was going to start with you:

"You're not going to stay here for the battle."

"I know." There was no argument on your behalf. Charlie's cheeks still went pink.

"But I have to figure out where it's safest for you. Alastor told me Cannibal Town, but uhh... Maybe not."

"They'll all be here anyway. Maybe they'll distract the angels from going over there."

Her bright eyes widen a bit. "Do you think so?"

"I can stay over there, even if they try to eat me." They won't, and even if they try, they know Alastor would end their lives, don't they?

She fiddles with her fingers before lifting them up again. "I suppose..."

She's so quickly convinced it's cute. You're right, though, of course. Cannibal Town might be the safest place, specifically under the hands of Rosie, who Alastor had previously told you would be more than willing to help you. You can imagine her smile at seeing your belly, twice the size as when Alastor first told you about her. Unbeknownst to Charlie, he's been planning this for a while.

Your stress for their safety irks you more than you expected.

You place a hand on Charlie's, lifting your other one. "I'll be okay."

Before you left for Cannibal Town, you met Lucifer once again, a more loving side of him. He cradled your head and held the back of your neck as he did. His cold body felt like warmth to you. He whispered things to you; you could only tell from how his breath constantly brushed against your ear in sing-songy waves. Was he singing to you? A lullaby? He pulled away and finally signed to you. "You're going to be a great mom."

A moment before, Alastor finally put his hands on your belly. His hands were warm. Like Lucifer, he was whispering to himself, holding silent words from you. In another life, you'd imagine they were prayers. At that moment, only an instinct, you put your hands on his, and he allowed it.

The stress of their safety worsened when they were left alone in Cannibal Town without a word of winning or losing.

The winning of Hell was all you wanted to focus on when you noticed the contractions getting worse, spaced out in purposeful ways. Oh goodness, you found yourself thinking, oh my God.

What if Lucifer dies on the same day your child is born?

But after the battle, he was right there to cradle the baby in his arms, his heavenly grasp relaxing the tiny baby. The rest of the group sat in your room, Sir Pentious absent, tears in their eyes at both the birth and the death.

Beyond Lucifer's cradling, Husk was the only one who touched your child that day. He placed his furry paw against the baby, feeling the body heat that they admitted. Life could be beautiful, he decided.

Vaggie's sense of revenge deepened. She sacrificed Heaven to save a child, and now she's even more than willing to kill her sisters to save yours.

While Charlie stares at your baby with tears, Alastor smiles warmly at you. He knew you could do it: birth something beautiful and worth protecting.

Your eyes are locked on Lucifer. He's an amazing, supportive dad to Charlie, and your heart begins to swell. Your heartbeat increases, and a blush weakly forms on your already flushed face. His rough hands hold a forgiving softness. He's beautiful.

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 11 months

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Oooh! I think I got a fun one. Can I have some headcanons for the lamb? He was walking around one day and encountered a tall human who wears a cloak with lamb horns? He doesn't know their human until they remove their hood (Also the reader is nonbinary because gender gets boring sometimes :]) (Also I headcanon that humans are either nearly extinct or the all of them live underground.)

- Kneecaps Anon

Aw I adore this idea!!

Also this will take place in the early days of Lamb's cult (where they're still getting the hang of managing followers, rituals, etc...definitely long before slaying and indoctrinating all the bishops)

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While Lamb was crusading through an unknown part of the Old Faith, they came across the ruins of a village that looked most peculiar. Much unlike previous ones they've discovered.

The homes, although desecrated, were far bigger than ones Leshy's followers would live in. They could barely reach the doorknob!

So they continued to investigate, before noticing someone emerging from the bushes with a bag and bloody dagger.

It's you, a mysterious tall figure wearing a cloak and sandals. But what intrigued them the most were the horns that poked through your hood.

They were unmistakably a lamb's horns.

At first they were hopeful that another one of their kind survived the slaughter...although when they called out to you, you stopped and stared at them in bewilderment.

"W-Were you talking to me?"

"Of course! Are you a lamb, too?"

"...ah...I'm sorry to say this, but no. I am not." Realizing who this was upon seeing the Red Crown, you uncovered your hood, revealing that you were in fact human. "I can understand why my "horns" led to you to believe that."

"That's too bad.." They frown, before expressing surprise that a human was still living in these lands...believing that they've all gone extinct.

But you politely corrected them on the matter.

"There used to be a lot of us, living in villages just like this. My ancestors had treaties with the Bishops until they were attacked by the One Below. And for whatever reason they chose to take their anger out on us, demanding that we go live in their domains or perish. Obviously we refused and, well...now this little village is the only proof we ever existed here."

"I see.." Lamb grimaced. "I'm sorry to hear that. Are you the only one left?"

"Yeah. This place thrived for generations, invisible to the eyes of the Bishops, but all my friends and family either died off or fled to some other land, unable to cope with the constant feeling of danger all around us. Though I wanted to stay because I didn't want those false gods to scare me away from my home." You end your somber tale with a determined huff, still smiling. "But yeah...it sucks, but I've managed to survive for this long...so.."

Seeing as your views aligned with theirs, Lamb immediately invited you to join their cult, promising you safety and better living conditions in exchange for your devotion.

But unlike the more simple-minded animal followers they've wrapped around their finger, you weren't so easily convinced.

Although you admired lambs, you didn't like how this one was basically giving you the same ultimatum the Bishops once did to your ancestors: Join or perish. It seemed quite hypocritical.

In the end, you request to see the cult first and decide for yourself.

They oblige..but unfortunately for them, that means they can't just warp you there and use omnipresence to return to the temple grounds quickly.

But they knew they'll have to earn your respect and make a good first impression--and dropping you through a demonic portal's not exactly the best way to do that.

When you finally arrived, you were impressed by the architecture and the temple...

As well as all of Lamb's followers who flocked to you, awestruck at a newcomer like yourself. Some were familiar with your species, others have never seen anything like you before.

Regardless, they shook your hands in greeting, being fascinated by your cloak and how your hair looked, asking you so many questions that they nearly overwhelmed you.

You haven't gotten this much attention in years!

Lamb was lowkey jealous and pushed them all back to give you some breathing room.

The adorable creatures won your heart over, and you agreed to follow Lamb's teachings faithfully.

They simply changed the colors and symbol on your cloak to match those of the followers. You still kept the horns, as they found no reason to get rid of them.

Afterwards they showed you around, only to realize that you'll need some major accommodations if you were going to spend the rest of your life here.

You couldn't exactly take the mattress from your village here, and the little beds/shelters were too small for you to comfortably sleep in; and grassy gruel and berry dishes weren't going to sustain your hunger for long.

Nevertheless, they vowed to meet your needs, though they also worried about how well you'll fit in and get along with everyone--considering you're the only human.

Later around sundown, you noticed one follower (the only one who didn't greet you this morning) sitting in front of a makeshift grave with a depressed expression.

Lamb explains they've been stuck that way since their indoctrination several days ago, being the sole survivor of a massacre. The grave was that of their lover, who was murdered right in front of them by one of the Bishops themselves.

The sheep learned what happened via mindreading..but apparently it was so traumatic, they spared you from the details.

However, they expressed frustration in failing to convince this follower to move on and start contributing to the cult.

They've exhausted every possible effort at motivating them: inspiration, random gifts, even a funeral service was conducted (and for someone who wasn't even in the cult)..but nothing worked.

Lamb was starting to get angry, but quickly calms down and just reassures you not to worry, instead trying to show you where you'll be sleeping.

"Wait, do I have permission to approach them, Leader? Maybe I can help them out."

"....I doubt it. It's like talking to a piece of stone....but you have my permission to try." They allow you to go, wondering what you'll do differently.

You just went over to the follower and introduced yourself, sitting beside them for a few minutes in the hopes your presence would comfort them.

At first Lamb thinks you're wasting your time, but somehow....you got that silent follower to actually talk about their lover and all the good memories they had together, getting choked up by the end.

You offered them a hug, which they accepted as they buried their face into your chest, sobbing their little heart out and wailing over the cruelty of the Bishops.

It filled you with both sorrow and anger, wanting nothing more than to see their blasphemous empire crumble because of the grief they brought upon this one follower alone.

Meanwhile, Lamb's standing there just..completely shocked, especially after you calmed down the follower and bring them over to them.

"F-Forgive me, my Leader, if...I was being a nuisance by not listening to you." They apologize. "If you want me to start working right now, then I shall. I feel okay enough to do so. Whatever you need, just say the word."

"Wha...??? But....n-never mind. You're forgiven, [F/n]. For now just get some rest." Lamb dismissed them, and only after they've gone to bed do they turn to you with comically-wide eyes. "By the One Below...how did you do that???"

"Dunno." You shrugged. "I guess all they needed was a hug."

"...then why didn't they just ask me for one???"

"They probably didn't know they needed one until now. But I figured your mindreading powers would've anticipated that."

"...are you insulting the might of the Red Crown!?"

"I mean no offense, Leader." You chuckle, patting their wooly head. "Now, where will I be sleeping?"

Although a little irked, Lamb quickly got over it, relieved that you were able to help that follower...how ever you managed to do it.

You had a selfless heart, and that was a good asset to have in the cult.

Why were they ever worried? You'll fit in just fine.

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stesierra · 6 months

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I'm writing a new book about angels and demons and the humans who have to deal with them because I want to and nobody can stop me. Here's the first chapter, which is pretty short. I have written this just now on my phone so live with any typos. There's no WIP intro. I haven't added to my Writeblr intro. I do what I want.

Let me know if I should write the rest of the book.

The Giant's Gamble

Chapter 1

Kirjath slipped through the ajar side door, contorting like a reed in a hurricane to clear the splintered doorframe. The nightclub music throbbed ahead of him, so loud he felt the vibration in his breastbone. To angelic ears, it was about as melodic as a jackhammer accompanying an angry toddler. But that didn’t matter. He wasn’t here to enjoy himself. Did he ever enjoy himself, really?

In the gloomy light, lovely young humans sauntered out of his way, half of them making cow eyes at him. The other half, mostly young men, did their best to puff themselves up, like offended cats. But the tallest of them didn't reach his shoulder.

He brushed past them all with a weary smile and pushed deeper into the club. Not towards the bar, which lay under a web of pipes that crawled across the unfinished ceiling like tentacles of some cosmic horror. Not towards the dance floor, where people who had, from his perspective, been born yesterday gyrated and swayed. No, his destination was at the back, through a door marked employees only. Locked, of course. As if it mattered.

With a twist of the wrist, he broke the doorknob off. It took only a second to dismantle the whole lock apparatus and squish himself through the too-small space. Nobody noticed, not with the music thumping overtime.

A dank narrow hallway greeted him on the other side, lit only by a bare bulb hanging from a frayed wire. It stank of black mold and piss. But at least he didn't have to look at the humans anymore. Kirjath hated places where humans tried to substitute alcohol for actual courage. And the music hurt his ears.

Down at the end of the hall, he found a crumbling stairwell leading down. Old leaks had scarred the cement with rusty water stains, as ugly as tear-stained mascara. No one had inspected this part of the building for decades. No doubt Camriel had ensured it. Well, he wouldn't be able to, after tonight.

He found his brother in the depth of his lair, sitting on a couch that had half-collapsed under his giant frame. Camriel wasn't actually his brother, for neither of them had ever been born. But the relationship was an appropriate shorthand.

The other grigori was staring up at a ceiling he'd plastered with pinups of anorexic teen girls. He looked almost skeletal himself, with legs so long the hems of his pants fell mid-knee. He stank of wine and too much cologne, the kind that claimed to be full of irresistible pheromones. His eyes were closed, but Kirjath couldn't tell if he was visiting the Intangible or just drunk.

“Camriel,” he said and drew his sword from thin air, which is where he kept it. People looked at you funny if you wore as sword these days. Especially one long enough for a giant.

The other angel opened bloodshot eyes and stared up at him. “Kirjath? Have you come to kill me?”

He nodded. Obviously so.

Camriel sat up, and the couch collapsed the rest of the way with a whump. “Why this time?”

This was obvious, too, but Kirjath answered, because he knew Camriel loved to live in denial. “You've been siring children. Triplets, all so big they had to be cut from their mother's belly. All unnaturally beautiful and strong.”

Camriel scoffed and scrambled to his feet from the ruins of the couch. “C-sections are routine now. Doesn't even kill the mother. What does it matter?”

“Nephilim are never routine,” Kirjath said. “Even if the mother survives.”

“Oh, like the modern world can't use a few more men of renown? They can get basketball scholarships. Life will be a cinch. Really, they should thank me.”

“Who should? The children you abandoned?” His grip tightened on his sword.

Camriel tossed his long hair over his shoulder. If he'd ever tried to comb it, the comb was probably still lost somewhere in there. “Heaven should thank me, for improving the gene pool.”

Kirjath nodded and offered his brother his most disappointed look. And then he stepped forward and rammed his sword through his brother's stomach.

“Ow! Fuck!” Camriel said, curling around the steel that had split his intestines. “What the fuck is your problem?”

Kirjath kicked his feet out from under him and ripped the blade loose, spraying the mildewed carpet with gore. He stood over his dying brother and said, “We were exiled. Because you couldn't stop breeding. Because you couldn't leave the humans alone.”

“It wasn't just me,” Camriel said, his tone utterly offended.

“The grigori,” Kirjath snarled. “Because they wouldn't stop. Because none of you would. And now look what’s become of us. I'm not going to let you keep breaking the law. Not that one. The only one that matters.”

“What are you, heaven’s watchdog?” Camriel spat. “They threw you out too, Kirjath! They threw us all out! So what if I broke their laws? Who the fuck cares?”

“I care,” Kirjath said. He lifted his sword.

Blood ran down Camriel’s lips and pooled in the hollow of his throat. “You think you're better than me?” he gurgled. “Better than the rest of us? Because you never knocked up some girl? You're not. Because you--”

Kirjath swung. And his brother's head rolled away, lips silenced, as the irony stink of blood overwhelmed the little room where his brother had spent his sad little life.

He'd be back, but not right away. And by the time he made his way back to the Tangible, perhaps he would have learned his lesson.

He turned his back on the headless body, dismissing his sword back to nowhere from whence it had come. And came face to face with a young woman. She stood in the doorway with a delighted look on her face, and she wore the sigil of Lilith at her throat.

“You killed him,” she said. “How wonderful.”

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queen-shiba · 11 months

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Chuki's story chapter 1

(A TWST oc backstory)

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The rain fell heavy against the hospital window as the shrill screams of a woman giving birth filled the room.

Hours of labor...

Struggling to give birth to a child that may not even be healthy.

The sound of crying came next.

A baby girl, now in the arms of her dear mother, who did not smile at the sight of her.

Instead, the woman loured at the sight of her own flesh and blood. As if she were a demon... Or a deformed child...

A man entered the room, staring down at the child, "We can't get rid of her..." He said, crossing his arms, "People will speak ill of us.."

"This will be money out of our pockets... Too much money. We can barely afford ourselves!" The mother said seriously, grip tightening on the baby.

This hold was not loving, nor welcoming. Instead it felt... Hateful..

Like gripping an object in anger...

A doctor entered, holding a clipboard and papers, "Have you figured out a name for her?"

The father took a moment to gaze upon the baby who seemed anything but happy to be in her mother's arms now.

"Chuki..."

Born during a time of strife and hate...

What would life have in store for this unfortunate child?

5 years later

The stench of blood filled her nose...

A faint dripping sound rang in her ear.

When Chuki looked down, she saw red falling freely.

All the yelling...

She was mad again..

Her darling mother...

She hit her.

What had Chuki done now?

Chuki was well behaved. She did nothing to deserve being hit like that!

But all she could do was tremble and cover her nose bleed and let the woman yell.

It hurt so much, but she dared not cry, for fear of further irritating the one who gave her life.

"YOU ARE WASTING RECOURSES WE DON'T HAVE!!" Cried the woman, "STAY OUT OF THE KITCHEN!!"

She struck the child again, making her yelp quietly.

Chuki was only hungry... She had not eaten for days...

Sure, they were short on food, but it didn't do any harm for her to enjoy a grape or two.

Surely there was no crime in that...

The woman turned her back, dragging Chuki by her ear.

The pain was too much for her to hold back her screams, and she began to squirm, desperately trying to pull away from her mother, who's claws dug into her ear, "Stop it! You're acting like a child!"

She was a child... This wasn't fair...

How could she be expected to grow up so soon?

"Mama, it hurts!!" Chuki cried, being dragged to her dark and desolate room.

Her mother's grip became far too tight, tearing her ear open.

A shrill cry escaped Chuki's lips and her hands reached for her left ear.

Her mother only watched in disgust as blood trickled down the side of her offspring's head from her ear.

"Go clean yourself up and then go straight to your room! Make sure I don't see that cursed face of yours..." she turned to leave the hallway, leading off to the living room.

Chuki quickly went to the bathroom to wash her wound, wincing at the feeling.

Just get the bleeding to stop and go...

She went back to her cold room, sitting on her tattered mattress, holding tissue to her torn ear while holding back cries of agony and anguish.

Her body trembled.

Don't upset mother...

Though she will surely tell father, and he will beat you harder than she ever could.

Father will leave you outside in the dirt for disobeying an unspoken rule.

That was all she could think about.

That was all she would think about..

And then came the sound she dreaded most...

The front door had opened, and familiar footsteps came with it.

Faint voices could be heard, and then the footsteps sounded again, stopping right in front of her door.

The doorknob jiggled, opening the door wide.

There he was... Her father.

He was very displeased.

Chuki had backed herself up into a corner...

She was shaking.

When he approached, all she could do was brace for impact...

The end

Stay tuned for the next chapter!

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isnovelman · 10 months

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Isn't Being A Wicked Woman Much Better? Side Story Chapter 11

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-Sh*t. Where else I am? Why did this happen again!

I certainly didn't say it out loud, but my thoughts echoed through the space.

-Is it the unconscious world?

As if I did an echo setting, my thoughts echo in the air again.

- Rosary, weren't you on my side? That's a lot of power from my long past life!

While feeling absurd, Lock Visconti came into my sight, and I shut my mouth and held my breath. To see it in a dream and to feel it vividly like a 4D screen is a different feeling.

… He looks just like the real Isidor. Although his personality over there seems a little more sassy.

It also felt like a preview of Isidor's 30s.

-Isn't this the level where you have to pay a fee?

I followed him as he strode down the hallway, as if possessed.

Standing still, Lock Visconti, clutching the doorknob, closed his eyes, took a long deep breath, and slowly opened the door.

He clenched his teeth until his chin bulged out. He seemed to be holding back his tears.

In the room, there was Naila, who was running out of time.

On the day of the decisive battle when the red moon rose, the great demon came down to the ground with his corps, and many people were killed and injured.

Amidst the abyss, Nyla managed to defeat the demon, but it was not a real victory. I used my body full of strong divine power as a vessel to absorb and neutralize the power of the devil.

And as a result of the aftermath, Nyla lived a limited life. She said that the magic that had entered her body began to contaminate her organs as well.

“Come.”

Naila smiles at the man with a pale face. I felt so desperate for how to smile, so if I had tear glands now, I would have cried unintentionally.

“It snowed today. It's cold, it's terribly cold.”

Locke Visconti said bluntly, wiping the snow from my shoulder.

“Still, it was bleeding.”

He held the folded flower in open purple paper in his thin hand.

as if to be strong.

“It’s your favorite lavender.”

“thank you.”

Her fingertips, which were stained black by the magic, trembled finely.

“Don’t say that like a habit. Tell me what starts with 'sa'. It's the best thing you've ever heard To be honest, I can't hear any other words.”

“Hey.”

“Uh, there it is.”

“… I remember?”

“What.”

“The story of the next life.”

Nyla had a firm belief that there would be a next life. It was also a premonition of a saint who was most closely connected with God.

“Remember, you said you were going to be a bad girl next time? good luck I will stick by your side and support you. It would be nice if the flies didn’t get entangled.”

“… Hehe.”

“Even if you laugh like a fool, it's annoying because it's cute.”

“… I love you.”

“me too.”

Lock Visconti's voice settles low.

The two took a deep breath while holding each other's presence.

how much time has passed

The man's breath was rough with sorrow, and thinned like a soft hidden gift of a woman.

And by the end of it, she was so weak that he could no longer feel her presence.

Then came the deep darkness. It was an abyss without a single light.

Even though it was definitely the last in my memory, I was silent for a while, engulfed in deep emotions.

That was then.

- Deborah... .

-Oh, that voice!

The wet voice that flowed from the rosary illuminates the darkness and spreads like ripples. Thump thump, the constriction of the blood vessels and the sensation of the whole body trembling shook the detonator again.

-what is your identity? It doesn't seem like I'm going to teach you anything.

An unidentified voice answered my words.

-I know you well, now you're Deborah, you were once Yoon Do-hee, you used to be Na-ila.

- How the hell do you... ?

- Because I watched.

- Did you watch? Could it be your ancestor?

- anc, your ancestors... !? If I had to define it in human language, I'm a 'body of thought'. Although it does not actually exist, it can be said that it is a form created by the gathering of aspirations.

He didn't like the title of ancestor god, so he hastily started introducing himself.

-desire?

-Yes. You in the past... I put the divine power into a pure white rosary with the desire to share the next life with the person you love.

- I remember that.

-So did Locke Visconti. The white beads hanging from the rosary were made by processing the fangs of the golden dragon that Locke loved.

-Oh My God. It was really precious.

The bones of dragons, which existed only in ancient times, are now very small.

-okay. A man I knew only hand carved the one and only heirloom and presented it to you. With the desire to share the future with you for a long time.

-Then, it means that you are a thought-form created by the meeting of the two's aspirations... ?

-right. It was always nestled in that rosary.

-So your voice sounds familiar.

Although her voice was neutral, there was a similarity to Naila's docile Han Woollim. So, as soon as the rosary was called, I may have stretched out my hand without realizing it.

-Yes. I have a lot to show you.

Once again, the past is vividly unfolding before your eyes.

Against the backdrop of a blood-red full moon, an evil voice resounded through the space, causing a terrifying chill.

- I'm up! House, damn you cheeky bastard, dare!Do you think it will end like this? You won't die pretty! You will suffocate as you struggle in the excruciating pain of rotting your organs! In the abyss, under the bridle of torment, I will struggle forever!

The voice of Lucifer, who has now disappeared.

The devil poured a curse with all his might on Naila, who used her body as a vessel to absorb magic.

- Oh, you bad bastard... . Guess who's not the devil?

The thought body sympathized with my words. a ripple.

- Because of the curse of Lucifer, who is attached to you like a demon, your soul falls into the abyss, out of the reach of the god. After wandering in the deep darkness for a while, he reincarnated in a different dimension, not where he was originally arranged.

“.....”

- Under unhappy circumstances.

- That was Yoon Do-hee.

-yes… .

Thought-form's voice subsided melancholy.

-And the body of Deborah, where your soul was originally supposed to go, will be occupied by an evil spirit.

- That demon, Deborah Seymour, who was doing all kinds of evil before I possessed it, right... ?

-Yes. Being an evil spirit from under Lucifer, he was selfish, violent, and was always vicious in seeing others do better than me.

The thought body spoke in a cold tone.

- And I was attracted to Pilaf, a soul with a color similar to mine.

- Where is the demon now?

-You, the original owner of the body, bounced back as you came back.

-Is she still here?

-The memories of being human were shattered, so she must have lost herself and returned to the form of resentment. Perhaps, when her master, Lucifer, perished, they perished together.

It was fortunate out of misfortune that the evil spirit was thrown away and left behind fragments of memories. Fortunately, it took less time to adjust to when I was possessed.

- You have to be precise! You didn't possess the character in the novel, but you returned to your place. to the place originally assigned to you.

The thought-body made waves in succession.

- Now everything is back in place. The journey has never been smooth, but... hell you did it.

The guy muttered.

-You don't know how much that damn evil spirit choked me when she pretended to be the soul of Mirju's daughter.

In fact, at the time of possession, Deborah was just one step away from the real family register.

-Oh, by the way, Mirju Seymour is the previous life of your father, Georges A Seymour. Mirju was the invitation of the Seymour family, and he was a great wizard who cared for you like his daughter. He is famous for his filthy personality, so if you had any welfare, you wanted to resemble that snake-like human.

-ah. I remember that... .

-Hmm, anyway, it was the worst situation, you destroyed Lucifer with divine magic. That's great.

It's strange to hear that someone has been watching me struggle, even empathizing with me, and telling me that I'm amazing. It wasn't a bad feeling. A little shy though.

- When your wish comes true, I wanted to meet you like this. Because I was a thought-form created by your soul, I was able to keep you up and running.

-Aha. So I pretended there was a problem. To call you back instead of me.

I was worried that the color of the sacred object had changed, but it turned out that this was a ruse devised by this guy.

- Hmmmm! I also mix with Lock's thoughts, so I'm not as kind as you.

The guy said as if making excuses.

- Are you that kind? I liquidated my hogu life. I don't know because I've been watching for a long time.

- That doesn't change the essence of your soul, but... Honestly, it's been an hour.

The thought body seemed to be truly relieved. It's true that it's hard to live in this tough world if you're just too kind.

-By the way, proverbs are great. Remember what Locke Visconti said, Deborah?

“ha. You'll have to be reborn twice to become a bit more toxic.”

To the question of the thought body, I answered yes, recalling what he had said in the past.

-Thanks to that proverb, you did not disappear in the abyss, but were reborn in the dimension that was nearby.

The guy added admiringly.

-I was half serious and half joking, I told you that you will have to be reborn twice to become toxic. I really hoped that you were reborn twice, and your soft personality became so poisonous.

- Yoon Do-hee's life was so spicy that I couldn't help but get excited.

Although Nyla had a harsh fate of being the savior of a dystopian world where demons run rampant, she still had a passionate love affair with the most handsome man in the world.

On the other hand, Yoon Do-hee... .

- It seems that you only studied for your family, a part-time job, an entrance exam, and a job hunting.

-By the way… Aren't you curious?

-What?

-Since Yoon Do-hee, who was born before you, left.

I was startled. This is because, suddenly, the previous life that the thought body was watching began to flow in a fast-forward way before my eyes.

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Haunted From The Past : Chapter 1 , Part 6

Title : Eating Together

It's already night and Hunter doesn't know where else to stay, so he decides to go back to Caleb and Evelyn's place. He takes his time as he thinks about what to say to them once he arrives.

After a little while, Hunter finally reaches the house, which has warm light radiating from its windows. He stands in front of the door for a while, wondering if he has made the right choice.

He goes to knock on the door, but then stops. " What am I doing? Even if I know these guys, they only know me as a stranger, " Hunter mumbles to himself while he's still making a fist positioned to knock on the door.

He continues to stand there for a while until out of nowhere, Hunter hears the doorknob turning and the door opens.

"...Hunter, right? " It's Caleb that opens the door with Flapjack resting on his shoulder.

" Y-yes...bu-." Hunter is startled and confused about how his presence at the front door was known. Before Hunter can say anything else, Caleb interrupts.

" Come in, come in, " Caleb repeats while opening the door for him. " It's probably cold outside. Why don't you warm up by the fire? "

Hunter nods wordlessly and follow Caleb inside, sitting close by the fire, as per Caleb's suggestion. While Hunter warms up, Caleb goes back to the kitchen and helps Evelyn with dinner.

Soon enough, dinner is ready, and Caleb goes into the living room to let Hunter know. " Come on, " Caleb tells him. " You don't want it to get cold. "

Hunter immediately stands up, " Y-yes. Sorry for being a burden, " he lowers his head.

" Nonsense, don't think like that," Caleb replies with a smile.

Before they go into the kitchen, Hunter asks, " h-how did you know that I was standing in front of the door? "

" Thanks to Flapjack. He alerts me whenever someone is waiting outside, " Caleb answers.

" Ohh... Thank you, Flapjack, " Hunter expresses his gratitude with a chuckle.

Flapjack chirps joyfully as he flies around Hunter, eventually coming to a stop above the boy’s shoulder and landing there. Hunter caresses the little bird gleefully.

Hunter joins Evelyn and Caleb for dinner. The food in this era confuses Hunter, as it does not look quite like witch or demon food, but rather like that of humans. The three of them start to eat while having a conversation about the cuisine.

Eventually, Evelyn changes the subject. " Hunter... I hope you don't mind me asking... "

Hunter shakes his head and swallows his food. " No. I don't mind at all. Do ask. "

" Do you have a place to stay? If you don't, why don't you just stay with us for a while? " Evelyn offers kindly.

Hunter thinks of a fast and simple answer. " Thank you, but I can't, " he rejects Evelyn's offer. " I... have a place in town. I just came here to meet with you guys. "

" Hmm... What is the name of the place you're staying at, if you don't mind me asking? " Evelyn puts down her silverware and starts to interrogate Hunter.

" Well..." Hunter racks his brain for a name, but comes up short. He's been quiet for a bit and can hear Caleb chuckle a little.

" Then by all means you should stay here tonight," Evelyn says, then picks her silverware back up and continues eating.

" Wh-..why? I mean, I'm a stranger...I could be dangerous to you! "

" Are you dangerous to us? " Caleb asks.

" We-..well, no- " Hunter replies, but gets interrupted.

" Then there is nothing to be worried about, " Evelyn reassures him.

" You are still a teenager, and it's more dangerous out there than in here. " Caleb adds in a concerned tone.

Hunter simply nods without saying a word.

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After Hunter helps the couple clean the kitchen, he follows them over to the living room. Evelyn and Caleb sit on the sofa while Hunter settles on the floor near the fire.

While they sit comfortably, Evelyn and Caleb can't help themselves from interrogating Hunter some more.

" Hunter... What are you not telling us? What are you hiding? " Caleb asks gently.

Hunter wants to tell the truth, but he's afraid that his hosts won't believe him. He looks at the fire while hugging his knees anxiously.

" What happened to the woman who was with you...? Lilith, right? Where is she? " Evelyn questions out of nowhere.

Hunter does not say anything for a while until he decides to just repeat what Lilith had said to them earlier.

" ...Well, just like Lilith said, she had some matters that needed to be tended to elsewhere. " Hunter answers.

Evelyn raises her eyebrows, not convinced by Hunter's answer.

" And she just...left you here? While she's there right now? " she crosses her arms.

" Hunter..." Caleb asks, concerned. " Are we... dangerous to you? "

"Wh-" Hunter's both confused and startled.

" Do you feel...threatened? " Evelyn adds more fuel to the fire as she asks the question.

" NO!NO!N-..." Hunter shouts as he stands and looks at them with a scared expression on his face. " No..." He tries to calm down and he knows he can't lie or hide the truth anymore. " I- ...I came from the future. "

Hunter then gets down on his knees, and clears his throat. " Let me introduce myself again. My name is Hunter and I'm...a grimwalker. "

Evelyn and Caleb exchange a look but do not say a word and let Hunter finish speaking.

" I came here to find a witch named Caleb, but after seeing you, " Hunter can't help but laugh as his face contorts into an awful mixture of a smile and the tears that continue to roll down his cheeks, " I finally understand why I can't do magic. I'm half human!" He sniffs and wipes his tears before continuing on.

" I don't know much about you, but... I do know... that now that I've found you, I need you. I... want you to help me..." Hunter speak through choked breath as he doesn’t realize the selfishness of his words towards Caleb. He then tears up again.

Caleb rushes to Hunter's side as he kneels down and gives him a hug. He gently rubs the boy's back and does not say a word, as the human can understand what Hunter has gone through in the past. The hug continues for some time.

" Hunter, it's already late. Why don't we continue this conversation tomorrow morning? Alright? " Evelyn suggests.

Hunter tries to calm himself down as he wipes his tears once more. He nods and tries to stand up with Caleb attempts to support him by holding both of his arms. Caleb and Evelyn lead Hunter upstairs to show him where the guest room is.

Evelyn opens the door for Hunter, and he enters the room. " Good night, Hunter. Sleep well. " Evelyn and Caleb say.

" ... Goodnight, Caleb... Evelyn. Thank you for letting me stay here tonight, " Hunter says while holding the door open.

" You're welcome, Hunter, " Evelyn answers as she and Caleb walk away.

Hunter closes the door and heads over to the bed. He curls up on it as he forcefully closes his eyes and tries to fall sleep.

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Hunter wakes up the next morning with a groan. He moves off the bed and walks out of the guest room. As he tries to search for the washroom, he accidentally bumps into Caleb at the corner of the hall and stairs.

"Oops... Sorry, I didn't know you woke up already," Caleb apologizes.

" N-no... it's okay. I'm sorry too because I'm still dazed early in the morning. I just want to find the washroom, " Hunter yawns as he tries to stay awake.

" Oh. It's just straight ahead, " Caleb points helpfully.

" Thank you. "

" You're welcome, and come straight to the kitchen after you wash your face, alright? Evelyn and I are making breakfast, " he says as he is about to walk down the stairs.

" I will, and thank you again, " Hunter approaches the washroom door as Caleb heads down to the kitchen

After Hunter uses the washroom, he goes straight to the kitchen, as instructed.

Upon taking his seat at the table, he looks down at his breakfast and muses, " oh wow, flapjacks. "

Flapjack chirps at Hunter.

" Not you Flapjack, I meant the breakfast. " Hunter giggles.

" You're familiar with flapjacks...? " Caleb is a little surprised.

" Yeah. I've had them in the Human Realm, " he sits down.

" You have been to the Human Realm? " Evelyn asks in disbelief.

" Yes. It's a long story, " Hunter replies as he waits for Evelyn and Caleb to eat together.

" Well, let's finish our breakfast first and then have a long serious conversation in the living room, " Evelyn says as she finishes cooking the flapjacks.

While they enjoy eating the flapjacks, Evelyn observe Hunter, who has the same clothes on from yesterday along with messy hair. She asks, " Hunter, you wouldn't mind wearing Caleb's old clothes, would you? And I know you haven't had a bath yet. "

Hunter chokes as he tries to cough his food out and quickly drink from a cup of water. " Am I that smelly? " he sniffs he own clothes.

" No, You are not. I will bring Caleb's old clothes to the bathroom. After you are done with your flapjacks, take a bath first. " Evelyn orders.

" Y- yes, ma'am. " Hunter can't help himself from calling Evelyn ma'am.

After Evelyn is done eating, she goes straight to her bedroom to fetch Caleb's old clothes.

While she is not in the kitchen, Caleb says to Hunter, "I hope you are not feeling down after what she said. "

" N- no. I'm fine, Caleb, " Hunter assures him as he finishes eating, then goes to the sink and cleans his plate.

Caleb picks up his and Evelyn's plates and cleans them after Hunter is done with his own. " She's just trying to look out for you. You are still a teenager, after all. "

" I'm already 18, " Hunter says as he is done cleaning his plate.

" If you're not 20 yet, then that means you are still a teenager, " Caleb chuckles then he suddenly asks, " do you want to know something, Hunter? "

" Sure, " Hunter returns to his seat.

" Evelyn is pregnant, " Caleb giggles, as he is almost too shy to say it.

The human turns back to cleaning the plates. " She's trying to learn how to be a mother to our child and you're...kinda what she needs to be prepared for, and I really cannot wait to be a father. We'll try to be the best and most responsible parents. " He turns around and looks at Hunter. " As I said, we're trying to look out for you. "

Hunter doesn't know what this feeling is. He fight back the tears welling up in his eyes to avoid coming off as emotional. He just holds this mysterious feeling inside of him.

" Hunter, I already put your clothes in the bathroom, " Evelyn comes down the stairs and stands behind the boy.

Hunter rises from his chair. " Thank you, Evelyn." Before Hunter walks out of the kitchen, he looks back at the couple and says, " I promise, I will tell the truth and everything else you want to know. Everything. " Then he goes straight to the bathroom.

Evelyn helps Caleb in the kitchen with cleaning the dinner table. " What did you say to him? " she asks, then hears Caleb chuckle.

" Just that he's not alone and that we are here for him, " Caleb finishes cleaning the plates as he answers.

He then turns around and walks over to her, hugging her from behind. His hand gently rubs her belly. " I can't wait to meet our child, " he chuckles.

After Hunter finishes taking a bath, Evelyn and Caleb are waiting for him in the living room.

" So, Hunter, how do you want to start? " Evelyn asks.

" What do you want to know? " Hunter comfortably sits on the floor.

" Tell us everything about yourself. " Caleb says.

" Well, I'll start with when I was born, or rather, when I was made. The only memories that I have are of my uncle, Belos. He took care of me and taught me everything he knews about witches, magic and the covens while I'd ride on his shoulders. He was the emperor of the Boiling Isles, and he built the Coven System to bring forth the balance of magic, or at least that's what he led me to believe. I respected and loved him because he was my only family."

Evelyn interrupts. " Hunter, what is the Coven System? "

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He continues to explain that the Coven System is made up of witches who specialize in a specific form of magical abilities. A coven membership is mandatory, for a member can only use one type of magic with a proven coven brand or sigil. Failure to join a coven or misusing magic by mixing it is a high-order criminal offense, potentially resulting in petrification. Those who leave a coven (even by involuntary separation) will receive the same sentence. It is known that people who fail to join a coven have reportedly gone missing.

There are nine covens in total. The Abomination Coven, The Bard Coven, The Beast Keeping Coven, The Construction Coven, The Healing Coven, The Illusion Coven, The Oracle Coven, The Plant Coven, and The Potions Coven.

Each of the nine covens is led by a powerful witch known as a "Coven Head" or "Head Witch" who excelled at one of the nine main types of magic. These respective witches studied at some of the most prestigious magic schools such as Glandus High, St. Epiderm, and Hexside School of Magic and Demonic. Each of the leaders of the main nine covens possesses a medallion of their coven's color with their coven symbol on the front. They are responsible for recruiting new members into their respective covens and play an integral role in Emperor Belos's Day of Unity. The main nine covens each have a respective relic on display in the Relic Room within the castle belonging to Emperor Belos.

Young witches are encouraged to study under one of the nine main magic tracks in preparation for their coven membership. Annually held conventions allow them to explore the various covens before making their choice. There are more than nine covens in total, so if one of the main nine is not to one's liking, there are more covens to choose from. Most witches join a coven when they graduate from school (usually around 17-18 years of age), though exceptionally talented witches can leave school and join a coven early.

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" Your uncle, Emperor Belos, made this law because? " Evelyn asks.

" He said that he had the ability to talk to the Titan, who told him that the witches were misusing magic by mixing it. The only thing that can bring balance and peace to The Boiling Isles is for witches to use only one type of magic. Those who were inducted received a coven sigil that sealed away all magic except for their type of their coven, " Hunter answers, sincerely, as there is no need to hide from or lie to them.

" He had the ability to talk with the Titan? Sounds like a lie, " Evelyn says skeptically.

" It was a lie, " Hunter confirms.

" You knew? " Caleb asks, and Hunter nods

" Thanks to Luz, " he says her name without realizing it.

" Who's this Luz person? " Evelyn asks.

" ...She is a human girl, " Hunter answers with a soft smile on his face as he shyly gazes down at the floor.

The End Of Part 6

To Be Continued.....

Thank You For Reading.

I Hope You Reader Understands The Story.

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Whumptober 2023

Day 24

(@whumptober)

By - B.W

⚠TW⚠

~ Swearing

~ Mentions of Death

~ Mentions of Blood

~ Implied Suicide

~ Slightly Suggestive Themes (If You Squint)

~ Mentions of Possession

Enjoy!

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Opening the front door proved to have been a draining task, but actually seeing the remnants of how Karyme spent her last days in Eris.. it hurt.

Kaiden sighs, shutting the door behind him. He looks out the window, seeing the light snow that covered the neighborhood.

He frowns. Karyme always loved to see the first snowfall.. even though she hated winter.

This was the first she missed.

Along with.. so.. many other things..

Kaiden still can't fathom that she actually.. intended to leave without saying anything to anyone, apart from Violet..

Speaking of Violet, that's why Kaiden was here, instead of by Karyme's bedside in the ICU.

Kaiden couldn't shake the dread of when Violet told him what her and Karyme spoke of..

How Karyme intended to.. end it all.. only to be attacked two days later as she was about to leave..

Kaiden shuts his eyes in a poor attempt to shut out the memories of when he found her..

He could still feel the blood.. her blood on him..

How she was still conscious enough to push him away..

How she cried out in a mix of agony and grief, hallucinating from the intense blood loss..

Kaiden couldn't forget.

Kaiden wouldn't ever forget.

He continues to step deeper into the house. He trails through not finding anything useful to either prove or disprove what Violet said.

Its not that Kaiden didn't believe her.. he wanted to pretend that his actions didn't drive Karyme far enough to try and take her own life..

Kaiden feels himself stop as he reaches a closed door.

Karyme's old room.

If there's any answers, it's in there.

Kaiden grasps the doorknob, seeing his hand tremble. He takes a deep breath and opens the door.

The room is tidy, unlike the rest of the house. The bed is made, papers and books are stacked neatly on the desk, and the closet is organized.

Kaiden's eyes travel over to the bed, where a plush rests. A gray cat, clearly one who's been loved for a long time. The eyes are mismatched buttons hazily sewn on, and the color is faded, but it's still in one piece.

Kaiden frowns. Karyme wouldn't have ever left something of that much value here..

He shifts his attention to the desk, where a familiar old book sits. Kaiden feels his heart speed up at the sight of it.

The Myths of Demonics and Celestials.

The book that tore him and Karyme apart.

He turns his head away, and his eyes finally land on the nightstand.

There's a framed picture of a man and a child. The man has dark hair and light eyes, and the girl looks a bit similar.

Kaiden can't help but smile at it. He recognizes Karyme as the little girl in the picture.

She's smiling big, showing a few missing teeth, and she holds the cat plush in her arms.

Kaiden sets the picture down and draws his attention to the letter sitting next to it.

It firstly read 'To whoever may find this,' but it's scratched out and replaced with, 'To Kaiden, an explanation.'

Kaiden slowly grabs the letter, opening the envelope.

He slowly begins to read it..

Hello, if you’re reading this, then I’m already gone.

I’m sorry this is all you’ll have left of me, but I can’t do this anymore. I’m so fucking tired. I’m tired of Eris. This place is nothing but evil. I can’t spend another minute here.

Everyday is a battle within myself, or it’s a battle against what I thought was good.

People turning their backs on me when all I ever did was protect them. Fight for them.

It’s so hard living like that. But I didn’t have a choice. I have a title to hold up, no matter how weak I become. I’ll be there until I can’t hold it up anymore, and once I’ve been stripped of anything I ever had, I'll be discarded.

Well I say fuck that. I’m done. I won’t be used, or mistreated, all for the sake of people who don’t even care about me.

I never wanted to be your hero, you know. I wanted to be normal. I know what they say about me. I’ll always be the emotionless freak after all, no matter how much I cover it up. They’ll never see me as one of their own. They are not worth fighting for. All of you are not worth fighting for.

And don’t get me started on the “Traitor” bullshit. We all know there was never a traitor. You all went crazy, pointing fingers at everyone to settle the paranoia in your heads.

It’s not surprising that it all came down to this. I was the hero, the one who was a mystery, the one who was dismissed when I tried to warn others of danger. “It’s all in your head.” You would say.. and look at what happened. Leony was attacked.. Kairo was killed.. And I was tormented. All because of you and your goddamn "Hero" bullshit.

There was no one to be untrusting of. Not me, not anyone, and you all know it.

And you Kaiden.. How could I forget about you? You gave me purpose. You gave me reason. You were the main thing I swore to protect. Everything I did was for you. You were the one I thought of first.

When I got ahold of that book.. I was petrified. My first thought was what I would do to ensure your safety.

I was determined to keep you safe. I went to you with my concerns for your life, and what did you do?

You dismissed me.

Out of everyone, I thought at least you would have my back, but you’re just like everyone else. You’re just like Krystal.. just like Jay.. just like Destiny..you’re exactly like them all.

And guess what you all have in fucking common?

You all are against me.

My trust in you died that day. You were the love of my life.. And then you changed.

You became angry.. annoyed.. hateful..

I don’t recognize you anymore. You took everything out on me. Yet, you never laid a hand on me. Sometimes I wish you did, then it would’ve been easier to leave..

I never knew how someone who I once loved so much became one of the people I ached for the most. Even after I left, I yearned for you.

Your touch.. your lips on me.. Your hands on my body.. I miss it. I want you back. The old you.

You never called. Never texted. It was as if I was never anything to you. If you really loved me, you wouldn’t have let me go so easily..

And even after all that, a small part of me still loves you. I would still protect you from harm, even if you don’t care about me anymore. In a way, I get it. You got tired of me. Everyone eventually does.

You don’t know how much you hurt me, or maybe you do and just don’t care. I like to think that the old you is still there somewhere, but it’s just false hope.

And now.. for the first time, I’m putting myself first. I need out. I won’t make it anywhere here. I’m leaving, and going to a better place.

Don’t bother looking for me. I’m not coming home. It’s time for this to end, once and for all. Even when I’m long gone, the world will continue to spin, days will pass, and soon you will realize that this is for the better.

I have no purpose here, not anymore.

And as I leave this cursed place to die, Karyme Estelle Sain-Santos will die along with it. Goodbye.

Kaiden grasps the note tightly. Everything clicks. How he doesn't remember the week things ended between them.. the headaches.. the nausea..

Possession.

That's what happened to him..

Someone was.. trying to get him away from Karyme..

..so they could strike.

Karyme's attack wasn't self-inflicted.. nor an accident.

Someone did that.. and they sure as hell meant to..

..a demon..

Only they can possess..

..but why would a demon go after Karyme..?

Kaiden tales a deep breath, trying to clear his head.

His arm falls to side, and the envelope drops something.

Kaiden immediately looks down, spotting a glint among the carpet.

He kneels down and grabs the necklace, lifting it up to inspect it..

It's a crystal shaped like a star, hanging off a silver chain..

Karyme's necklace..

The one she would never go anywhere without.

Kaiden sighs. Karyme had always said it was like a good luck charm.. it had saved her from so much..

Kaiden clutches the necklace, pushing it into his pocket for safe keeping.

He could bring it to Karyme's room.. it could help her..

Before leaving, he grabs the cat plush plus the book, stuffing both into his bag.

He steps out of the room, closing the door behind him, rubbing his eyes tiredly.

He hadn't gotten much sleep this week..

But Kaiden didn't have time for things like that.

He had a lot of research to do..

For his sake..

..and for Karyme's.

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#whumptober #whumptober day 24 #whump writing #RAHHHHHH #yall ive been waiting for this prompt since i started whumptober.#and it turned out great #it was pretty easy tho considering that the entire letter bit i had sitting in my google docs for months so i just copied and pasted #but i did edit it a littttllleee bit #also ima make up a new hashtag rn for this OC:#saveC!Kaiden #there we go #my dude's traumas finally get recognition even tho he aint the MC #anwaysss i aint tryna bore yall to death with these tags so that's all #and as always #enjoy! :)

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plaindangan · 6 months

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Halloween: Chihiro’s been working on a new program lately with assistance from Himiko , Sonia, Gundham, and Miu to replicate something called a “Demon Summoning Program” from some game series about summoning demons to fight god or something. He didn’t think it would actually work…until it ended up bringing in a ghost that went inside him, resulting in the debut of “Rattlebottom”~

Disclaimer: R18 material! If not to your liking then please do not view!

This was ridiculous.

The last thing Chihiro wanted was to ever make software that dealt with summoning actual demons to use, but when you were hard pressed by four of your most eccentric peers so die-hard on the concept, their wishes won out.

But, it should have been fine. That's what Chihiro thought as he went about finishing the touches to their machine. There was no such thing as actual demons and, even if there were, there's no way his machine could actually make them appear!!

Right? Thoughts like those was swirling about his head as he turned the machine on for a test run...

Five minutes...and nothing was happening. See? All just a my-

Rattle, rattle, rattle...

Chihiro's eyes widened and he turned towards the door. He had expected to see the doorknob shake a bit, but it was clear it hadn't moved.

No, that rattling was from somewhere...closer.

Rattle, rattle, rattle...

Chihiro shivered and was looking around in desperation. Where...was it coming from?! Before he could think more on it, the lights went out. He was in a pitch black room with a demon summoning machine he had just tried to use.

...Yeah, no, time for him to bolt!! Sprinting Chihiro, ran in the general direction of where the door was...only to be paralyzed. Something had gone through him, sending a shiver up his spine that had him stunned.

Rattle, rattle, rattle...

It was right next to him. A raspy, mischievous sounding, voice flown throughout his ear.

"My, my, my! It's been eons since somehow summoned me, and what a cute little summoner you are~ With quite the...appealing backside to boot." Chihiro founding himself squealing a bit as a pair of unnaturally cold hand gripped his bottom under his skirt. Kneading it, squeezing it, even giving it a good slap. Chihiro was always bashful of people gushing about his big, feminine booty, so having some spirit take a liking to it just brought in a whole other layer to things.

"Yes...this will do just nicely~ I don't exactly know why I was brought here, but going through you just now I can feel a sense of...exasperation at a few individuals? Since you managed to me back to the living world, and I am in a good mood, how about I give you the power to get some payback on them! To really shake things up~"

Chihiro didn't quite know what this demon was talking about, but he'd soon feel it as it went into body. Chihiro gasped and shook where he stood, his body now moving uncontrolllably. What was happening!? Was it trying to kill him?! Terror was dominating his mind, alongside a long list of regrets, at his situation, but it wasn't meant to last. Slowly, he began feeling...light. Lighter than air even! It felt like such lightness was melting away his body and even his fear!

...And replacing it with a need to shake~

"What a cursed situation! Our chamber of darkness has been eclipsed with an even grander vantablack than my heart!!"

"Ugh, can't you fuckin' speak normally for once! It's probably just some blown lights. I'll fix 'em up later!

"Though, I do wonder if Chihiro is actually in this room?"

"Nyeeeh, that's what his text said..."

The other four members of the Demon Summoning group walked into the room, one by one. It was a pretty big lab (given that it was one of Miu's), but with the use of their phone lights they walked deeper in, confident at least with these they could see.

"Guys!!! I'm deeper in here! I, ah, may have tripped in the dark and gotten stuck on something. Can you lend me a hand?"

"Hah!! Leave it to the trap to get themselves trapped!!" Cackled Miu, much to Sonia's ire.

"Now, now, it was a simple mistake! Anyone would be loss in such darkness...well, except for Gundham." The breeder smirked at his darling praising him.

"Exactly! I have no more than two thousand methods of seeing in the dark, not counting my own innate ability!!"

"Nyeh, a-and so do I with my mana!" Himiko huffed out, pouting at Sonia not recognizing her abilities.

Still, all four eventually gotten closer to the sound of Chihiro's voice...but couldn't exactly find him. Strange, but that wasn't the worst part!! As soon as they got reasonably deeper in the door slammed shut and, as if one cue, their phones all went dark.

Panic set in as the quartet quickly found themselves encased in darkness. What was going on?! Where was Chihiro?! Who...!!!

Rattle, rattle, rattle...

"N-nyeh!? M-m-m-miu...w-w-was that your t-toolbelt?"

Rattle, rattle, rattle...

"F-fuck no!!! I didn't bring shit w-with me!!"

Rattle, rattle, rattle...

"Sh-show yourself fiend!! Tanaka the Forbidden One falls to n-no spectre!!"

Rattle, rattle, rattle...

"...Ch-chihiro...w-where are you?"

Rattle, rattle, rattle...

"...I'm right here guys~"

Gradually, the room would be illuminated by a pale blue light. That light would take up a rather familiar form. His back was turned away from the others, but they would gain a good look at him in a matching pale blue flamenco dress. They can also clearly see that, while the light itself did have the general shape and look of Chihiro, what contrasted it was that it was transparent enough you could clearly see bones just barely being hidden as well. That's not to mention the other elephant in the room (besides them meeting an actual spirit): the fact that he was surprisingly bottom heavy, with absolute planet for an ass and a pair of titanic thighs to boot. With each careful sway, one could not only see it jiggle ever so teasingly...but hear 'something' rattling underneath!!

The ghost turned around, smiling ever so cutely with his eyes clothes. There was no doubt that it was Chihiro.

"Hi, guys!~ Why so pale? It's just me, Chihiro! Just called you all in to to let you know the demon summoning program really, truly works!! Even though you dragged me into it and made me work long hours to complete it, I really have to thank you! Because of you, I met a new friend and they taught me how to stand up for myself! Now, I'm able to really give you a piece of my mind~" he said wagging his finger in a scolding manner.

It was then that the quartet realized something. Chihiro...wasn't alone. Snickering voices and mischievous giggle's can be heard all around them. Not able to be seen, but definitely heard. And they were getting closer.

"E-except, s-standing up for myself is a bit of an endeavor...so I'll just let my other new friends tell you how I feel, instead~ Go wild guys~" For a split second, the quarter would see Chihiro's eyes open and his mouth warp into a smirk. Instead of eyeballs, his eye sockets were imitating an ethereal blue light. His eyebrows narrowed to complete a look of deviousness.

But the others couldn't react to that in time, as the other four summoned got to bonding with the human of their choice~ Enjoying their panicked screams of fear, panic as they bolted about the room...and eventual calm as they fused with their new 'partner' so to speak. Becoming something more~

Though they might not be the only ones~

It's said that whoever is lured into the dark lab, will undoubtedly be met with the same fate. And the last thing they'll hear?

Rattle, rattle, rattle...

#DRfujisaki-R18 #DRyumeno-R18 #DRiruma-R18 #DRnevermind-R18 #DRtanaka-R18

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really good at dying

For @whumptober day 4: Dead On Your Feet, using the prompts "hidden injury" and "waking up disoriented," and also a kind of unconventional use of "can't pass out."

Continued from Day 3, wherein the angel Vehuel was stabbed by her demon ex, who is doing some work for Famine during an exceptionally cold winter.

Content warning for discussion of cannibalism, an archangel with really terrible bedside manner, and some dead baby jokes that are probably unbecoming of angels.

Vehuel landed in Heaven more than a little dazed. Her spear hadn't had any kind of special power, as far as she knew -- it was human-made and she hadn't bothered to bless it or anything. But maybe Nisroc had done something to it in the brief moments they'd held the spear? She felt weak, and sick, and extremely fucking angry.

A recorporation tech helped her to her feet; it was then that she noticed she was also dizzy as fuck. Which was weird, wasn't it? She'd left her inner ear behind on Earth, so… why was she dizzy? She felt like maybe if she could close her eyes and sleep for a year she'd feel better, which was a pity, because in Heaven no one slept. Just like no one cried, or felt pain. Or felt dizzy, usually.

"Twelve years, two months," said the tech cheerfully. "Is that a record?"

"What?" God, she just wanted to close her eyes. There would be so many questions, though.

"This body lasted you twelve years and two months," said the tech, cheerfully. "And six days, and five and a half minutes. More or less. I was congratulating you," he added, hopefully. "Are -- are you not happy? I thought you beat your record."

"For the past century, yeah," she sighed. The guy meant well but she was not up to being cheered up. Even human life expectancy was longer than that. "Look, is Raphael in the office today?"

"Uh. He is but I think he canceled all his meetings? He's pretty grumpy. Why don't you wait a couple weeks. He'll be less grumpy, maybe."

She couldn't imagine what a couple of weeks of Nisroc, Famine, and… Buddy running rampant would do. A Great Lakes winter was plenty bad without Famine's monster eating people, and it seemed to Vehuel that conditions were ripe for the making of more monsters. Nisroc loved encouraging people into selfishness, and magnifying their desires into desperate needs, and if they were already desperate because of Famine….

"Thanks, I'll think about it," said Vehuel, taking the clipboard with her information from the recorporation tech before he realized what was happening. Because she was sometimes an angel of her word, she held the thought of waiting in her mind for just the four steps it took to exit the discorporation arrival bay, and dismissed it as soon as she was out the door, brandishing her clipboard like a shield that would protect her from social awkwardness. (If only such a shield existed.) She was less dizzy, but she was still nauseous and weak, and that was still very weird. But she was just gonna have to power through; she had to get back to Earth, and to do that she was going to have to present her case to Raphael, and to do that she was going to have to convince him she was fine.

She could tell people were staring as she stumbled down Heaven's gleaming hallways, but she ignored them, and managed to keep herself more or less upright until she got to Raphael's office, whereupon she had to lean on the door a little to open it. Once it swung open, she ended up leaning facefirst into the floor. Fortunately it didn't hurt anything but her pride; there was no pain in Heaven.

"Hashmal, I told you, stop shuffling across carpets before you touch doorknobs if it's bothering you that much. Or bother Michael about it. It really sounds like a Michael problem," said Raphael, not looking up from his paperwork. He had a horrific stack of it and it didn't look like he'd made any progress for centuries.

She reminded herself that she wouldn't be bothering him if human lives weren't at risk. "Not Hashmal, sorry," she said, leaning against the door. She wished she had Hashmal's problems, though, whatever they were.

"Oh! No, you're not," he said, frowning at her. "You look awful. Did that demon get you again?"

"What demon?" Vehuel asked, trying to act casual while she propped herself up against the wall.

"The demon who keeps disemboweling you or whatever," said Raphael, glaring at her. "I don't know why you won't just give me a name."

She didn't want to get Nisroc into trouble in Hell -- because, well, they were probably neglecting their real assignments to fuck with her, and she was uncomfortable with how that line of questioning might go for Nisroc if someone asked. For a moment this thought seemed to reduce her dizziness and nausea, but as soon as she remembered that it would kind of serve Nisroc right to get in trouble, and that the real reason not to say anything was that it might get back to Heaven and Vehuel might get in trouble, the dizziness came back twofold. She had to lean over Raphael's desk just to keep her balance. "No. No, just, uh, just a garden-variety discorporation. Look, I need to get back down there," she said.

"Let me see you," said Raphael. He looked very unhappy with her. To be fair, though, she'd never seen him smile, so it probably wasn't her fault. With difficulty, Vehuel managed to stand up straight without using anything to hold herself up. But exasperatingly, Raphael was not satisfied with this. "No, no," he said, "let me see you, not how you think of yourself. You can change over there if you want some privacy," he said, making a privacy screen appear off to one side of his office, and closing the door with another gesture.

Vehuel saw that it would take three steps to get behind the privacy panel, and that was too far just now, so she didn't bother with it. She wasn't particularly self-conscious about either of her forms, so she wouldn't need it. Closing her eyes, she released her humanoid form, the one that followed her into Heaven even when the meat body it resembled had been incinerated or ripped to shreds or crushed under rocks, and when she opened her eyes again, she had a lot more than two of them.

It was weird, being a glowing swirl of gas and dust and eyes in Raphael's office while he stood there, looking nearly human and entirely annoyed and incongruously small for an archangel. "Turn around," he said, and she did so, unsteadily. "Hmm. How'd you die this time?"

"Spear through the stomach," said Vehuel, the spiral of her curling tighter at the memory of pain.

"Nasty," said Raphael. "Awful lot of nerves there. And acid. It must've taken hours, too. Are you sure you don't want to take some time off?"

"It was pretty much instantaneous," she said.

"Mmm," said Raphael. He did not seem to believe her. "You really should've had time to heal, even if you bled out quickly."

"Well, I didn't. Maybe I'm just really good at dying," she said, irritably.

"You have had a lot of practice," he said disapprovingly, paging through the record on the clipboard she'd brought. "I don't think that's how you died," he said. "Is there anything else you're not telling me?"

"Look, I was there," she said. Now her nausea was manifesting as three very uncomfortable singularities orbiting each other unpredictably in the center of her being, and she hated it. "I guess it was probably just a really good stab or something."

"Who stabbed you?" he asked.

"Just, you know. Just some jagoff with a spear." He was not going to catch her this way.

"Some… jagoff…" he wrote carefully into her record. "I don't think that's a real word?"

"Don't care. Anyway, I need to get back," she said. "So if we could get to that part…"

Raphael sighed. "What exactly can you do that won't be able to wait a few decades?"

She collapsed back into her humanoid form without really meaning to, and she knew she should've waited for Raphael to finish his examination but she just couldn't hold onto her ethereal form when there were humans about to be eaten, or worse, changed. "Famine's down there," she said. "He's ravaging my humans, and -- and corrupting their souls."

"I thought he just made them hungry? Famine's the malnutrition one, right?"

"Okay but it's really hard to be a good person when you're super hungry," said Vehuel, "seriously, it's a whole weird… headachey thing." It was only by the nearness of God's grace that she wasn't getting a headache right now explaining it to him. He'd designed primate physiology, even if he hadn't intended it for use in humans.

"I think official guidelines right now are that it's better if they overcome lots of obstacles to goodness," he said, with a sarcastic little smile. "You need to give me something better than that."

"Okay, how about, uh, I have reason to believe if Famine gets his hooks into some of them they'll turn into giant man-eating monsters," said Vehuel. "They'll eat babies." This was… maybe stretching the truth. Because yeah, according to local stories, eating babies was something these things did, but Nisroc was down there too, and Vehuel fucking hated Nisroc, but they were at least pretty consistent about not wanting to hurt children. Directly, anyway. It would be pretty traumatic for any kid to see their parents turn into giant, ravenous ice-monsters. "Look. Are you saying God thinks I should let a monster eat a bunch of babies?"

Raphael frowned. "Technically," he began, and then he stopped. "Well, I mean, depending on which version of the employee handbook you look at --"

"Eating babies!" she said. This was very annoying. You could make humans do practically anything -- appalling things, even -- by claiming someone was eating babies. But here now she was trying to use this conversational shortcut for maybe the only good use it'd ever had, and it didn't work at all on the guy who designed babies. It was fundamentally unfair.

"I vaguely remember making babies very easy to upset, and very loud about it," he said. "Maybe it's a mercy?"

"It really isn't! Look! Look, okay. Could you just… put something better on the paperwork?" she asked. "You know and I know that it's fucked up to let something eat babies. Can we just agree to tell Heaven whatever they have to hear for me to keep Famine from convincing people to eat babies?"

He sighed. "I really don't see why anyone would eat babies. There's more efficient sources of everything except for horrible smells. But. Yes. You are… not wrong." He frowned. "Could I put something down about premature Apocalyptic Horseperson interference?" He began to page through her records. "Horrible things, but they are a necessary evil, of course."

"Apocalyptic Horsepersons?"

"Oh, I have no idea about them, I meant babies," he said.

She bit back an incoherent growl of frustration. "Look, can I just get down there?" Vehuel asked. "I'll take whatever body you have, I don't even care what it looks like, I'll, I'll just…" Ugh. She should not have to deal with all this nonsense just to do her job. "I'll tell them I stole it."

"Oh, no, don't do that," said Raphael. "Although unfortunately…" He sighed. "You've been going through bodies at an alarming rate, Vehuel. The fact is that if you hadn't forged my name on things and brought yourself to my attention I don't think your last three recorporation requests would have gone through. Because you are clearly experiencing some kind of targeted demonic assault."

"I'm really not," said Vehuel. "North America's just really dangerous. Lots of, um, lakes. And wolves."

"None of your North American fatalities have been due to lakes or wolves," said Raphael, looking over the clipboard she'd brought with her.

"And it's really cold, and, uh, windy, and, --"

"There is one option I can offer you," said Raphael, "but it's very temporary. And it's highly dependent on factors out of my control and yours. Also, if anyone finds out, you'll be in a lot of trouble." He thought about this for a moment. "Actually, so would I. We would both be in… just, so very much trouble. But I think it's the only thing I could keep off the paperwork."

She didn't like the sound of that. "Look, you could just blame me, I'm sure I could pull some strings to --"

"I'm not going to blame you," said Raphael, sounding appalled. "It's my idea. Anyway, I don't think any amount of string-pulling would save either of us from damnation."

"Damnation?" Vehuel asked.

"Unless you have some strings that go very high up," he said.

"You're an archangel," she pointed out.

"On the other hand," said Raphael, as if he hadn't heard her, "I'd really like to see if it actually works. I suspect a handful of people have discovered this little glitch already but nobody's been brave enough to bring it to my attention, and I know you'd be honest with me about this, even if you lie about everything else. Not like Hashmal and his ridiculous stinging doorknob stories. So, if you're ready…"

"Uh..." Somewhere, on the shores of the biggest lake she'd ever laid eyes on, something was stalking through the woods, and it was very hungry. And maybe she could stop it. "Sure, yeah. What am I --"

"Great! Now, remember, it's temporary," he said. "And you'll have to be convincing. I'm sure you can be convincing," he added, "you did talk me into doing this idiotic thing." The momentary flash of pride at that distracted Vehuel from the question she had been about to ask, which was something along the lines of Wait, what?

Then Raphael waved his hand at her and said, "Now get out of my office," and before she could ask for any further clarification, a strange sinking sensation seized her. She was pulled down through the floor, and then she began to fall faster and faster through -- well, she didn't know what, but she could hazard a guess that it was Earth's atmosphere, but only because the gravity felt about right. As she reached terminal velocity without any of her human senses and very few of her angelic ones, she was at least glad she didn't technically have mass, because otherwise, boy would it hurt when she reached the ground.

[continued on day 8]

#whumptober2022 #no.4 #dead on your feet #hidden injury #waking up disoriented #can't pass out #oc #(technically good omens 'verse)#fiction #cannibalism #child death #disaster principality vehuel #I'm not gonna tag this with raphael bc people follow that tag #text

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mykitchenmybitchin · 4 years

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Were you a always sleep with the bedroom door closed so the demons couldn't get in kid or the door is wide open so the demons can't trap me kid.

#door closed #i used to be door open but i dont trust like that anymore #demons can't use doorknobs and i live by that #introspection

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themochiverse · 2 years

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The Book of You & I | 01

➤ PJM: Series

⪧ The Book of You & I ✎✘⛓🗡 (non-idol!au, yandere!au, demon!au, horror!au)

➳Pairing: yandere!demon!jimin X fem!Reader

➳Warnings: Swearing, blood, supernatural occurrences, slight stalking, mentions of a car accident & mentions of death, reader has past trauma, mentions of medication and therapy.

➳Word Count: 3.4K+

➳Disclaimer: This fanfic is purely from my imagination, I do not intend to harm any Idol or person in any way. Nor sexualising them. Please do not steal any ideas from here, this is all of my work and original work. I DO NOT CONDONE THIS BEHAVIOUR.

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➳ A/N: I completed this draft and it was fun to write. I hope the first chapter is good and keeps you all excited. I would love feedback and comments because that continues me to write more. Thank you if you’re reading this ^_^

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You grunt as you drop the last set of boxes in front of your apartment door. After finally getting your needs for moving in, you take a break to catch your unsteady breathing. You took a long set of stairs because the elevator was not working. Scrambling through your jeans pockets, you find the key given to you.

You put the object in the keyhole, hearing a 'click', twisting the doorknob as you push the door open. You sigh as your eyes roam around the place, and it sure did look spacious and very empty. Too bad you didn't have a roommate to help you with moving in, so you had to do everything by yourself. Your eyes land on the clear large windows just near the balcony, you enter the room as you walk on the wooden floor, passing the marble kitchen counter.

You slide open the balcony door, the wind hitting your face. Birds fly in the clear blue sky, cars honking in the little busy street as you smile in peace. At least you got a nice view. And at least you were starting new.

-Flashback-

1 year ago…

“Fuck, that party was legit shit,” Your boyfriend laughs softly as his hand intertwines with yours and the other on the steering wheel of his car.

“Hoseok was going crazy on the dance floor." You giggle, gosh you shouldn't have not drank too much.

"Yeah, the man's got his moves- Jin was literally dying on the couch after Jungkook told him something." You wondered what Jungkook told Jin, but some things can't be revealed.

And then your mind travels to the scene where a couple of girls were staring at your boyfriend. Flirtatious glances and giggles were all sent to him, completely ignoring the fact you were standing by him, also not knowing you were his girlfriend. To make it even worse, the man flashed his dimples and bit his lower lip.

Being pissed at that moment was very right as you stomped on his feet, the wailing was loud and clear as the girls stopped talking and looked at him.

"Namjoon, are you alright?" You question him in 'fake' worry. Namjoon's face scrunches in pain, replying, "Ah, what the hell, you stepped on my foot Y/N!" He exclaims, grabbing his foot.

"Oh my god, I just saw what happened, let me help." A voice said aloud, one of the girls reach their hand towards your boyfriend's shoulder, but no way were you going to let her touch him. You step in front of Namjoon, blocking the girl's way. You cross your arms, taking a step forward, instantly saying, "Sorry, my boyfriend's off limits, he's alright though, you don't need to worry about him." You turn around, grabbing Namjoon by the arm as you purposely flip your hair, smirking as you enter the living room.

"Seriously, all of that for some girls?" Namjoon asks, still grabbing his foot.

"Not just some girls Namjoon, girls who clearly just want you and be yours." You hiss, giving him a look of disappointment. You huff, turning away from him. You suddenly feel a pair of arms pulling you back, holding onto your waist.

"I'm sorry, I really shouldn't have done that Y/N, it was a joke at first, but please forgive me." You hear the soft plea in his voice, instantly giving in. Of course, you were going to forgive him, you just taught him a lesson.

"It's okay Joon, I love you." You hum, pecking his soft lips. “I love you too,” Namjoon looks at your lips before returning the kiss.

"What would you do if some guys did the same thing to me?" You pull back, this time reversing the situation.

“I would have kicked their asses,” his chin rests on your shoulder. Namjoon smiles before speaking again, “More shots?” He hums as you nod in agreement.

“More shots.”

Now you knew how you were effortlessly drunk. “Gosh it’s so quiet today,” Namjoon mumbles. Your eyes trail to the empty streets you were driving by, street lights flashed their bright white lights as the wind was picking up. It sure was quiet for a typical Friday night.

Vrooom

Your ears pick up a nearby noise, clearly loud, gradually getting louder, and louder. Your pupils constrict from the bright light, as you look to see what it is.

You gasp as it’s already too late, shouting, “Joon, watch out!” Another car speeds from the right side, immediately smashing into Namjoon’s car. The impact was brutal as it sent the car hurling in the air before dropping with a sickening thud, tumbling as glass shards were pricking your skin and your forehead bleeding.

The car was upside down as the tumbling stopped, and as you try to open your eyes, they instantly fall on Namjoon’s state. You try to pull yourself closer to him but you were stuck, your hands were only able to cup his face, as you start crying.

Namjoon was bleeding severely, and his eyes were closed.

“Joon, Namjoon.” You wake him up, his eyes fluttering open.

“Y/N…?”

“Oh my god Joon, w-we need to get out of this car, we need to go to a hospital.” You ramble, your hands wiping the blood away from his forehead.

“I love you Y/N.”

“What?” You look in shock as Namjoon’s head hits the steering wheel and his hand drops dead. Your heart thumps loudly as you try waking him up again.

“Joon, Joonie please wake up.” You continue crying, you try to hear a heartbeat by using his wrist but there was no pump, no flow…

No, no, no

You let out an involuntary scream, as your tears start to mix with blood. You can’t believe it at all, you won’t believe it at all. You try to pull yourself out of your seat but something was stopping to do so. You scream again, your throat feeling hoarse already.

The energy drains out of you, sweat dripping as your eyes start to shut down, and your hand falling on Namjoon’s cold ones.

Before falling into blackness, someone yells, “Someone call an ambulance, fucking hell!”

-End of Flashback-

The tears slip from the corner of your eyes. It was a year since that happened, and you're still not over it. You moved out of his apartment because you couldn't take it anymore. Too many memories to handle. You grip onto the black railings, trying to calm down your breathing, wanting to stop thinking about that day every hour.

Thump

You raise your head hearing the sudden clangour, you lean onto the railing using your back as you push yourself to see the floor above you. Curtains were covering the glass doors, but you expected some nice decoration. But there were no small tables or pot plants at all, it all just looked gloomy. That's all you saw before residing back to your normal position, though, you couldn't see much.

Walking back inside, you hear the thumping again.

Thump

You wondered if it were some couple... nope, probably someone doing something. You crouch down as you decide to open the first box as you find your clothes, shoes and some other personal stuff in it. And piled on top of it was a photo in a glass frame. The black colour outlines the shape. You glance at the small photo, protected by a golden frame, chiselled and swirled to make it look like a royal artefact.

Slowly standing up, you took a shaky breath. Your hands barely touched the frame, grazing past the sharp corners, alluring you towards the perfect picture that would stay in your heart forever. Your hands touched the glass that was covering it and the person you loved so much.

It was a snowy day as there were dark oak trees that were naked, shrivelled and covered in frosty snow. Namjoon was grinning happily, hands around each other's backs, the soft fabric you and he wore kept both of you warm during the chilly season, and the faded snowflakes flew in the background.

You hug the photo you loved dearly and then kiss the taken photo.

Your stomach grumbles as you groan. Gosh, you forgot to go to the groceries.

Well, nothing's better than a little takeout.

The evening flew by as you wipe the corner of your lips with a napkin. You were sitting cross-legged on the couch, currently watching a Netflix drama on your iPad. You were getting to the good part until a deafening racket scared you.

Your eyes follow the sound and it was still coming from the floor above you. Whoever was causing this ruckus really started to piss you off. For half the day you barely had any quiet time.

"That's it," you mumble "I'm going."

You leave your apartment room, stopping by the elevator. Your fingers were crossed, hoping they would work this time, and when you heard the ding, you were satisfied.

The doors slide open, as you step in and press the button to go up. The doors shut, feeling the elevator move, going upwards.

With another ding, you trek outside, eyes roving for the right door to knock.

Your apartment room was on the left side of the hallway, the very end, so you assume it should be the same for the person who was causing their racket.

Your sneakers scraped against the smooth tiles, shining in the light. The reflection reflects your steps as you stroll to the end of the hallway. One of the ceiling lights flickers, going on and off, repeating over and over again. It annoys you, sure it was a different colour but the repetitive movements made you feel weak.

It's always the sirens.

Your mind speaks, you put a hand on the wall, steadying yourself as you hang your head low.

It was your fault.

You shake your head, the words consuming you whole.

If you weren't so desperate to go home, you could have avoided the situation.

"No," you whisper, your hands going on your head as you keep shaking your head.

If you weren't so fucking stubborn, he still would have been here.

"NO!" You internally yell, crumbling down into a soft little ball.

They told me it wasn't my fault.

You notify your mind, attempting to convince it.

They told me it was the other driver's fault.

Not me.

Are you sure, Y/N?

Because it doesn't look that way.

The voice disappears, your tears stop trickling down your cheeks as you look up. The bright light finally ceased flashing. You sigh, trying to grasp the situation. Gosh that voice, that fucking voice never shuts up. You've taken medication, gone to therapy, done everything to stop yourself from seeing that day, to stop hearing that voice.

It just loved to pester you so much, it loved it when you lose your mind and become such a fragile mess. The voice loved to test your patience, and it loved you, even more, when you couldn't move on from the past.

You get up, wipe your eyes, and prepare to knock on the dark brown door.

Knock

No answer, of course.

You knock again, bellowing, "Hello?"

You roll your eyes dramatically, ready to leave until a crash made you jump.

Is someone hurt?

Without thinking twice, you seize the handle, thrusting the door wide open. It was completely dark, you step in, finding the main light.

You flicker it on, and your eyes widen. Glass, everywhere.

Weird, however so, there was no blood or blood-curling screams.

That wasn't even the weirdest part, all the broken glass was aligned in one straight line, all pointing to a room at the end of the corridor.

You wondered if anyone was behind that door, and they did all of this... but that wouldn't make sense if it was already dark and no way they could have done that in seconds.

You muster up all your courage, walking straight to the room. You hear a crunch or two, avoiding the glass which was structured so perfectly.

Perfectly to hurt anyone.

Just like you.

The door creaks quietly, presenting you with another dark room. Your search to find another light switch vanishes as sudden moonlight glides in. You gaze at a bookshelf, it looked centuries old. Dust covers the stack of books together until one caught your attention.

Take it

You flinch upon hearing a voice. A voice that was not yours.

You hesitate, but a glimmer grabs you back. You take the book, blowing and dusting the dust away, feeling the material. It was so hard and so rough, that it had to be a hardcover. It was chocolate brown, and the pages were thick and looked stained from the outside. However, there was no title nor a blurb.

What made it even more interesting was how you couldn't open the book at all. No matter how hard you tried, you failed immediately.

The lock.

Open the lock.

The voice whispered again, and you shivered. Your hands delicately traced a silver locket, a crescent moon shape designed on it, that looked like a miniature book. Just like the one you were holding.

As you fiddle with it, you open the lock. But there was a diminutive hole and, you press your thumb in it, not thinking distinctly.

"Agh, shit!" Something protruded a tiny hole on your thumb, the red liquid already springing. You drop the book, bringing your thumb immediately to your lips. The lights suddenly turned on and your heart skipped a beat. It was deadly quiet and for a second you thought you heard faint footsteps. You stand still, almost tripping over your own feet after something warm tickled your neck. You glance around the room, maybe the room itself was just stuffy.

Or maybe you were just imagining things.

“You shouldn’t be here.” You yelp, turning over to find someone.

“Oh sorry! I didn’t mean to frighten you,” a young feminine voice said. You gazed at her, she was conceivably in her twenties. She had fairly smooth skin, and sharp green ebony eyes, perhaps she wore lenses, and her hair was a dark chocolate brown curled just past her shoulders. Her lips were delicate and underneath her eyes were shady circles as if she hasn’t slept for days.

She wore a dark velvet green coat, golden buttons closed and shining in the light, matching the colour of her eyes. Her black pants looked silky and brand new, a golden belt, designed with miniature diamonds coiled around her waist. This person went someplace special or presumably met someone.

“My name is Jia, and um, as far as I know, you aren't allowed to be here- wait how did you get in here without a key?” You look at your surroundings, walking towards Jia until you noticed something.

“The glass... where did the glass go?” You mumble to yourself, eyes plummeting to the spotlessly clean floor.

“What?” You glance up, realising you haven't conversed with the girl at all.

“When I came in here there were shards of glass.” You pointed out.

“Well, when I came in here, there wasn't want any glass.” Jia retorts, this time seriously looking at you.

You shake your head, responding, “Right, um my name’s Y/N, I heard some noises up here so I thought I should talk to the owner but turns out they aren't here.”

Jia looked pissed and tired, tapping her foot impatiently. “So, no one told you that nobody lives here?” She says a matter of fact, scanning you up and down. You peer at yourself, knowing that your hair was messy and not brushed, making yourself look wild and your pants had sauce stained on them from today's early dinner. Now you kind of knew why she was here all looking serious with you. You looked like a nasty person who broke into someone's apartment.

You bite your lip, nodding your head. “Yeah, I’m new so I didn't know.”

Jia signals you to leave, turning off the lights. You both exit the place, the door shutting with a thud, large black numbers presenting ‘101’.

“You didn't answer my question...Y/N, I asked you how you came in here without a key?” Jia waits for your answer, gazing at you with large deep green eyes.

"When I knocked on the door, I heard a crash, thinking that someone was injured. It turned out the door was unlocked."

“I didn't mean to intrude.” You add, finally wanting to leave.

"Okay, maybe next time let a staff member know before entering someone's unoccupied room." Jia mutters quietly as she asks you another question. “Is that book yours?” You glance at the book, then at Jia, not realising that you were taking the object with you.

You didn't like Jia, this attitude of hers was annoying you. Why does she have to know if it's your book or not? Why does she care? This time you attempt a question at her.

"Do you work here?" You query with a raised eyebrow, folding your arms. Jia looked startled when she heard the unexpected question. She opened her mouth as she struggled to find the words to say.

"I got access to this building because my uncle owns it, and he granted me permission to access certain facilities." Jia mimics your step, confidently standing up in front of you. You lift your eyebrows even higher, laughing softly, taking small steps towards her.

“But do you work here?”

“No, I don’t.”

“Then why do you care?”

“Because I can.”

“Then leave me the fuck alone.” You exit, leaving Jia speechless and irritated.

But you didn't notice how she fell, how it looked like someone pushed her.

You didn’t notice the smirking figure behind you.

But he noticed you.

You rub your eyes vigorously from being tired, dropping the book on your bedside table, just right in front of your and Namjoon’s photo. You turn the lights off, almost subsiding into a deep slumber, the fluffy blanket bringing you warmth. That was until you heard pages flipping. You turn the bedside table lamp on, discovering the closed book now wide open.

“What the-.” You grab the book, surprised to see black ink words in the middle of the blank page.

“You offered blood, and he has been released.” You furrow your eyebrows in confusion, repeating the words aloud.

“Whisper his name, and you will be his next feast.”

“Hide me from him, or he will kill you when he sees me.”

“Don’t be a fool, and listen, for the devil has come for you.”

“And its very existence is now in this room Y/N.”

The ink disappears, the book shutting itself. You bury it under your pillow, scared because the book has your name in it. Your eyes travel around the whole room, your own breathing heard and hot. It’s just a silly joke, you tell yourself.

It has to be fake, it’s a dream.

You shut your eyes, scrambling to cover the blanket over your head. The words repeating in your head, “And its very existence is now in this room Y/N.” WHO’s existence? Who is in your room right now? How the fuck does the book know your name?

Just sleep, Y/N, it’s probably a coincidence. Your voice tells you.

You agree to yourself, calming down and thinking about something else. You stop worrying and proceed to sleep, after all, it has to be a dream. You never found the book, you never met Jia, and you never certainly heard noises above you.

Poor you, you would want to wish this to be true.

You’ve fallen asleep in a couple of minutes, deep. The pair of black eyes watch you, his lips curling into a smirk. He feels his pointed tail moving in excitement, oh what fun he was going to have with you.

He wants to talk to you,

He wants to touch you,

He wants to love you,

Because you saved him from falling further into his nightmare. He wants your delicate lips on him, he wants you to repeat his name over and over again because he knows it’ll drive him crazy. He would do anything for you as long as you obeyed him. He just has to make sure you fall in love with him only. The demon is alive and back well, ready for you.

You were his next… victim? No, the demon shakes his head. You were his next lover.

Oh, what fun he was really going to have with you.

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the-scythes-pen · 2 years

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Forget Me Not (Mammon x Reader)

warnings: mention of past depression.

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Mammon ran his fingers through his hair for the umpteenth time that evening, his pacing showing no signs of stopping as he grumbled under his breath about something.

"Mammon, we're all worried about them, but could you stop?" Asmo said with annoyance in his tone, but even his brows were furrowed only in concern.

No matter how hard any of the brothers had tried, they couldn't hear the voices behind the door. And no matter how hard the second oldest had tried to listen, no matter how much the fourth born researched or desperate search for anything to help relieve this grief the third oldest did.... nothing was found.

Beel and Belphie leaned against eachother, the youngest with his head on his twin's shoulder while Beel leaned his head on Belphie's. Mammon had only seen the twins like this once before.

Back then. With Lilith.

His heart pounded in his chest, a steady rythm that had yet to break despite the centuries of his life; but it felt like it was close to stopping now. Like it was close to giving out.

Heads turned and bodies jolted to attention at the creaking of the door, with Mammon immediately pouncing on his older brother expectantly.

....He had only seen his brother look so grim once before.

Back then. With Lilith.

Diavolo and Barbatos left the room, coming out from behind Lucifer to stand a little off to the side of the entryway, the butler closing the door gently behind them.

Cerulean eyes darted between crimson and gold ones, desperately searching for an answer within either of the demon's expressions. But deep down, Mammon had already found his answer long ago. He already knew what was happening. What was going to happen.

Lucifer spoke, his voice lower then usual. Almost as if he was hesitant to speak.

"....It's a hex. A strong one. It looks like it's been rooted in them since they got here...." Lucifer shook his head, looking down to the floor with a sigh.

Mammon's heart thudded in his chest, his palms swiftly growing sweaty from the weight of the truth.

"So... what's gonna happen to 'em...?"

Diavolo was the one to speak, this time.

"They won't.... They won't live if they stay under the influence of the hex. We need to remove it. Solomon is working on that right now, but..." Now it was the prince's turn to look downcast, his voice unbetraying of his true feelings. "....The hex will... remove their memories. Of here. If... If they live."

"T-that isn't too bad, right?! We can always just reintroduce ourselves once they're better! It'll be ok, right?"

Mammon couldn't even bring himself to look at his younger brother. Tears were already slipping down Asmo's cheeks, but he still looked so hopeful.

The second born turned his back to the group, unable to keep himself together.

"No, Asmo... we... If they live- if we can remove the hex in time, they... they can't remember us. It will just trigger the hex again."

White nails dug into a tanned palm.

The hallway was quiet; almost eerie in the dead of night. The lavish stone and intricate patterns of the Demon Lord's Castle did nothing to quell the fears that rose deep within the demon's chest. Yet despite his fear, the avatar of greed stayed sitting beside the closed door, head resting on the wall behind him.

He bolted to his feet as soon as he heard the doorknob being jostled, the door swinging open to reveal the only other human in the Devildom.

"Oh... You're still here?"

"I wanna see 'em."

"Mammon, it's late, and they haven't even woken up-"

"I wanna see 'em."

The sorcerer sighed, stepping aside to let the demon into the room.

The room was warm; too warm. Between him and you stood 3 demons and an angel; all looming over your form. He rushed to the group, pushing himself in between his brother and the prince- and finally, finally he laid his eyes on you.

You were ashen. Sweat clung to your skin and yet you shivered at any small breeze that passed over you.

You looked like you were on your deathbed.

You might as well have been.

"Mammon-"

The prince cut himself off, watching as his friend placed a heavy hand on his brother's shoulder. Both of them had grim looks on their faces, but Mammon.... It was clear he was fighting back tears.

"It truly is quite a feat that such a human could have us all feeling like this." Barbatos spoke softly, his gentle eyes remaining on your face as he spoke. "I will prepare some tea."

And with that, the royal butler had left.

Silence overtook the room, thick with tension and grief. Despite the light that filled the room from the fixture above, it still seemed so dark. So... lonely.

"We can't- we can't just leave 'em.... They...." The second eldest's voice broke, doing his best to hold back sobs.

"They... They told me... They had nothin' back up there. They were sad 'n- 'n lonely and-" Tears fell freely from the demon's eyes, his heart heavy in his chest. Lucifer looked down at his brother with a similarly heavy heart, pulling his younger sibling into his chest.

Mammon sobbed, his cries muffled by Lucifer's jacket. Diavolo's eyes were filled with sympathy; glassy and stinging from his control on his emotions.

"They told me so much... Told me everythin'...!"

The two older demons remained silent, letting the younger one wail.

"We can't just- they were happy here...! We can't just send 'em back into- into-"

A soothing hand rubbed circles over his back as he choked on a sob, his arms wrapped around Lucifer's torso as he clung pathetically to the eldest as if they both were children again.

A groan pulled the attention of the three demons, their heads whipping to the source- you.

Another groan. This time, tangible- a name.

"Mammon..."

The demon quickly wiped his tears, steeling himself as best as he could as he pulled himself from Lucifer and came over to your side.

"Y-Yeah? What is it human?" He tried his damned best to keep his composure- to maintain his usual personality, but the crack in his voice betrayed him, and the tear stains on his cheeks revealed the deepest truths.

You barely opened your eyes, looking at him with a small smile.

"When... I get better... We'll go to that store you... wanted to shop at... My treat... ok?"

Your voice was hoarse. Weak. Mammon wanted to scream.

"Y-Yeah...."

"How about... next Tuesday?"

Fresh tears spilled from blue eyes.

"Yeah... L-Let's make it a date. Goldie will have a field day."

You smiled.

They weren't allowed to say goodbye.

Once Solomon completed the preparations, Diavolo had to be the one to undo the hex. To take your memories. To take you.

The House of Lamentation was quiet. Unusual for the seven demon lords, but none of them had the energy to do much right now.

Lucifer wished there was something to fill the silence. Screaming, crashing, things breaking and voices arguing over the stupidest of things. But instead he sat at his desk, unable to continue filling in his report; his eyes glossed over as he remained lost in thought.

A small knock pulled him out of his head, his hair falling in his face as he looked up to greet his precious brother.

"I wish you'd always knock when you came into a room."

Mammon remained silent as he entered the study, moving to stand before his eldest brother, his eyes expectant and Lucifer already knew the question that had consumed his brother's thoughts.

"...Yes. But you can't... You can't do anything to remind them."

Normally, Lucifer wouldn't entrust such a delicate thing to his beloved brother. But... he knew Mammon wouldn't dare mess this up. Not this time.

The demon nodded grimly, uttering out a small thank you as he left Pride's office.

It had been a while since Mammon had felt the sun on his skin; it's warmth embracing him as if it was a hug from the world.

....Like a hug from you.

He didn't pay much attention to his surroundings; only enough to get his bearings and know where he was going.

The wind swayed the leaves of the oak trees, blowing in the direction he was told he would find you. The hum of the busy street was nothing to him; Mammon barely registering there were humans all around him as he focused solely on his destination.

He stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, eyes darting over the faces of the people passing by, searching for one he loved beyond reason.

His eyes fell on you.

And in an instant he was at your side, bending over to pick up the fallen book, his eyes barely glossing over the cover of it before he straightened himself and held it out to you. His eyes scanned your face, taking in your features as if he hadn't seen you in years- you had colour in your cheeks again. Heavy bags lay under your dull eyes, but you were breathing. You looked at him.

You were alive.

"Thank you." You said, offering a polite smile.

"Don't mention it..." His eyes fell onto the book he had passed you, swiftly reading the cover and recognizing it as a self help book. His eyes met yours once again, and he sucked in a breath and put a smile on his face.

"Hey, I was about to go get some ice cream with a friend, but they never showed up. Wanna come with me instead?" He bellowed as if he hadn't lost all of his energy in the past couple days.

Your smile widened a little bit, but it only accentuated how exhausted you looked. How dark your face was.

Sunlight caressed your skin just as it once had before when the two of you had travelled to the human realm. But it didn't make you glow like it had before.

Mammon's mouth felt dry as his eyes fell onto the bags under your eyes again.

Those weren't from the illness you had just recovered from.

The wind blew gently around the two of you, as if to guide his attention onto you. To keep his focus on you. The sun was warm on his skin, but he was so, so cold.

You placed the book into the bag at your side, looking up at him with a thin smile.

"Sure, I guess..." You spoke so timidly compared to the joyful voice you spoke to him with just a few weeks prior.

"Call me Mamm- Mam. The Great Mam will treat you to whatever ice cream ya want, so pick anythin'! Pick all of it if ya want!" He forced a grin, his face bright and cheery for you.

You nodded, that smile still on your face.

"Alright, Mam... Thank you. It's nice to meet you."

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tacticaldiary · 3 years

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Hiiiii! Can I have headcannons of Dazai with a fem! s/o that rlly likes dogs and even has one of her own (a chihuahua for additional crack lmao) thanksssss ❤❤

Dog Demons

Pairing: Reader x Dazai Osamu

Genre: Fluff / Crack

He can't help that dogs don't like him. The feeling is mutual, actually.

Masterlist

I-...okay so I did a scenario, but then read the prompt and saw that it was supposed to be headcanons-...but I already wrote it so-

"I won't set fire to anything!" Dazai whines into the phone, as he looks for the right key on the keyring. "No, Y/N...yes I promise!" He finds the key and shoves it into the lock, opening the door with a click.

"You wound me, darling! After all theses year, I can't believe I haven't earned your trust!" He kicks the door shut behind him. He had been sent to grab something from Y/N's apartment while she was working. A certain jacket she needed for a meeting later on. She had made it clear to her boyfriend that he was in no way the first person she had asked, instead being somewhat of a last resort.

"The last time you were in my apartment alone, you managed to break a clock and set the couch of fire." Her voice sounds tinny over the speaker and a little muffled. "How did you manage to-"

"You should be used to the unexpected by now." He cuts her off, moving into the living room, where she had apparently draped the clothing over one of the couches.

"That was more than unexpected! It was-...Osamu? Osamu?!"

She doesn't get to finish her sentence, because right then, a scream echoes from the other end of the line.

She tries calling out for him, but there's no answer. That was...mildly concerning.

Dazai meanwhile, has locked himself in Y/N's bedroom, back against the door. From the other side, scratching and barking is heard.

He hadn't expected this. He had missed this. Sure he's known she was always fond of dogs, she cooed at the ones at parks, gushed at cute dog videos...but this...he hadn't predicted this.

She never mentioned she owned a-a mini demon! he debates what to do. On one hand, he could probably win against a fight with the thing, but he doubts Y/N would be happy. He could exit through the window in her room, but then he had no way of grabbing her jacket since the dog was still outside.

Right when he's about to decide to stay put, he hears the doorknob jiggle. Shuffling away from it, he watches as the door opens and Y/N, bless her soul, comes in, looking at him, worried.

"Osamu! What happened?” She says crouching down in front of him.

“You-...There’s a mutt in your house!” Dazai exclaims

“A...mutt?” She asks, still very confused. He seemed okay, unharmed. “What are you-...oh! You mean Daisy?” She tilts her head.

As if on command, Dazai hears footsteps or...well, pawsteps? running towards the room. He barely has time to leap onto the bed, before it enters the room.

The dog, a small chihuahua, looks up at him with it’s beady, evil eyes and barks at him. Y/N chuckles and reaches over, taking the-the demon into her arms and it immediately calms down.

“I adopted her a couple weeks ago...I thought I told you.” She looks at him, petting the dog.

“You didn’t! You very much didn’t let your boyfriend of 4 years know you where harbouring a small demon! You practically sent me to my death!” Dazai exclaims, flopping down onto his back, dramatically huffing.

“That’s a little dramatic. She won’t hurt you.” She lifts the dog up like a baby, “You won’t, right Daisy?” She talks in a high pitched voice, that is admittedly slightly adorable. She giggles as the dog barks and licks cheek affectionally.

Dazai rolls over to his side, back to Y/N. “Warn me next time, maybe!” He sighs. She looked happy, and if she was happy...well, Dazai could get over it. Probably.

(24/07/2021)

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etlunainmorte · 4 years

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“May I have the honor of this dance, my lady?”

"I long to see such things as those you have probably seen. I want to experience everything and I wish to see them with my own eyes. See for myself what these poems of mine describe. But, the idea of doing those things alone,… do not please me, at all.”

“Would I be selfish if I ask you to accompany me, little wanderer?”

“Those scars,… symbolize the true enjoyment and will that you felt doing that special something you adore. Those feet, my Lady,… I would kiss,… over,… and over again,… if I could,… ”

“What matters is that you still have precious people around you, my Lady. You must focus on not losing them, as well.”

“Those feelings you have for me, I’m afraid we do not share them mutually.”

"I do feel obliged to tell you that I’ am not the person you seem to know. I’ am neither a good person, nor a hero you consider. In fact, I’ am the villain of your story. And I, may I add, only helped you because you seem so,… useless. Why would you even take up this massive commission in the first place? You are not as half as strong as the weakest Devil Hunter here to begin with. You are just a weak human who relies on others for survival."

“I choose,… POWER!”

"ENOUGH!"

You woke up to the sound of his frightening voice that seemed to rattle the whole place. Your eyes adjusted to the darkness inside your room as you hysterically felt for the things around you. And when your cold and trembling hands reached what felt like the soft and smooth bed covers you haven't used for what seemed like ages, your heart felt like it would shatter. You know he was there, just outside your dark and suffocating room, and you knew full well that if you get up, walk to that door, and open it, you will see him.

But, at the same time, you knew you can't.

How you've wanted so much to go to him, to throw yourself at him, to embrace him, and tell him that you love him very much but, you know you can't.

"I choose,... POWER!"

Those were the words that he told you after you bore your whole, fragile heart to him. It,... hurt you, and you knew you would be lying if you said it didn't. It hurts, and you could never deny that fact.

Then, darkness. You couldn't remember anything else after that. What happened after that? And how long ago was that? A week? A month? A year?

You tried to move an inch, however, an unbelievable sensation of pain hit your mid - section, your arms, and your legs. You covered your mouth, trying to stifle the scream of horrified pain that tried to escape from it as you heard some more, incomprehensible noises outside. It seemed that he was not alone. There were others,...

... but you didn't have any idea who they were,...

... only that they sounded familiar.

With a huge amount of effort, you carefully sat up as you propped up on your elbows, still feeling the excruciating pain in your body. You carefully swung your right leg off the edge of the bed first, followed by your left one. When you felt the coldness of the floor through your toes, you slowly put your feet down, then tried to stand,...

... only for you to collapse and scramble on the floor. You swiftly covered your mouth once more and closed your eyes as you stopped yourself from screaming and crying.

Everything hurts. Everything.

You remained on the floor curled up like this as your tears fell silently from your face. Your arms on your stomach and your legs folded, you stayed there, embracing the coldness and loneliness and waiting for those ear - shattering sounds to subside. And when they finally did, you took a deep breath and tried to stand once more. It became awfully quiet but, you couldn't care less. At least, they were gone. He was gone.

And that was entirely better compared to him pushing you away and physically and emotionally hurting you yet again.

With a slight limp, you made your way towards the door, and,...

All of a sudden, you heard it - a knock. On your front door.

Your hand abruptly left the doorknob as the knock became more and more impatient. You were about to go back to your own bed, cover yourself with those heavy bed sheets, and pretend that you didn't hear anything, when you heard a familiar voice.

"Hey, V! You forgot something at the shop!"

What,... ?

Despite the pain in your stomach and limbs, you flung open the door and sped towards the front door, ignoring the mess in the living room and even failing to notice your precious antique record on the table. You grabbed the brass doorknob, flung open the door, and,...

"Whoa, Babe! You don't look so good - "

The man was startled when you threw yourself into his arms, and when he felt your body trembling as you let out those tears of agony, he couldn't help but feel even more protective towards you.

You looking so sad and broken and vulnerable,...

... it simply tore his heart apart.

He,... could not bear it!

"I'm sorry, Dante!" He heard your muffled sob. You were making his jacket wet with tears but, he didn't care.

He didn't care.

Because he only cared about you.

"I'm so sorry,..."

Wrapping his arms around your fragile frame, he said, "Why are you saying that?! You did nothing wrong, (Y/N)! You - "

"I'm sorry - !"

The man grabbed your shoulders and looked straight into your red and puffy eyes.

"Alright, babe." He told you straight in the face without so much as a hesitation. "You're coming with me."

***

I See My Future Before Me - Alternate Endings

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To Dante, staying low and quiet for almost three months felt agonizing enough. He could only take small Demon hunting jobs for a while so as not to raise any suspicion. Hell, he even took a different name and went as far as Gaoltown ( where there was little to no demonic activity ) past Swan Lane where no one would recognize him. Not to mention putting Morrison in charge of Devil May Cry during his absence ( he just couldn't trust anyone, even Trish or Lady, for this ).

Well, despite this meager choice of a lifestyle, Dante still miraculously pulled through. He often volunteered for farm work when he has no Demon hunting commissions, helping with the harvest ( people were kind enough to let him take home some fruits and vegetables after a hard day's work ) or taking care of the cattle ( the sheep were all nice to him, so were the cows but, all of the goats seemed to share the same interest of kicking him in the butt for some reason ). His new neighbors, a cute old couple ( who honestly looked like an old couple from a fairy tale ), although a bit suspicious of him at first, came to really like him, often giving him meals so he would not go out of town to procure some. The simple rural days felt so calm and peaceful, and the quiet nights felt so serene and cool, unlike the always busy and chaotic atmosphere of Red Grave.

Over time, the humble rural life of Gaoltown has grown on Dante, and soon enough, he has learned to accept his new life as a simple man with simple pleasures.

And the girl who was living with him? The people came to love her, as well, just like how they've grown to love him.

"You will take long?" You asked as you watched Dante prepare for another Demon hunting commission ( this time, a pair of Hell Judecas bothering the Gaoltown mayor's family ), confused as to the sudden change in his demeanor. Normally, his missions only lasted for a few hours, four to five, tops.

But, now, he said that the mission would take an entire day to do.

And for only a couple of Hell Judeca's? That sounded so suspicious,...

The Legendary Devil Hunter, whose skin has become tan due to many hours outside helping the neighbors with farm work, looked up and gave you that charming boyish smile. "You sound like a worried wife."

You sighed as you shook your head. "I' am worried. There are only two Demons. It shouldn't take you an hour or so." You placed the kitchen towel impatiently on top of the wooden table and stepped closer towards him. "Tell me, why do you need a whole day to do this?"

The man stood up and gently laid his callous hands on your cheeks. "And now, you sound like a jealous wife."

"Stop that, please,..." You uttered as you shook Dante's hands off and turned away from him. You went towards the window and stared at the peaceful scenery, unable to explain the sudden heaviness in your heart upon hearing those words from Dante.

A worried wife? A jealous, worried wife?

Impossible!

"Impossible,..." You whispered.

"What is?" Dante, who had preternatural hearing, being a half - Demon, and all, asked, walking towards you and placing a gentle hand on your shoulder.

"Nothing." You said, facing him and looking straight into his eyes. "You'll be late. Go now."

To this, Dante only scratched his head in confusion. "Alright, then. I'll see you later."

"Yeah." You answered, getting your stitch work from the sofa and picking up where you left off. "Take care."

Dante's words were still ringing quite clear into your head as the hot and lazy day passed. As usual, the grandma from next door visited you once more to bring you lunch but, this time, she also gave you some linens you might find useful later on. That little boy from the farm where Dante often helped came and read books with you again. He even gave you flowers, the adorable little thing. Said he wanted to marry you when he grew old. You even managed to finish the laundry and the rest of your chores a few minutes before twilight.

For three months, your quiet life went like this. At first, you felt uncomfortable with it, being a person who was so used to traveling and doing lots of activities. But now, the silent life felt like a blessing to your tired body and battered mind. You have learned to be content with the things you currently have, you have learned to appreciate nature even more,...

... and most importantly,...

... you now see Dante in a different light. He,... changed. And not for worse. Your three months of stay in Gaoltown has taught the both of you a lot of things, simplicity, hard work, appreciation,...

... your isolation from the rest of the people you knew has taught you how to appreciate Dante even more.

Well, not that the man has been unkind to you, no. Somehow, it felt like you haven't acknowledged the man enough for all of his hard work. He even chose this kind of life for your own well - being despite knowing all of the consequences. He even did his best in fulfilling his promise to you that no one would ever find out that you're here, hence, all that secrecy and staying low away from everyone.

And honestly? He did all that wonderfully and without a hint of the slightest hesitation.

Just for you.

Of course, the pain was still there. After all, it was evident with the scars on your body and the changes you've recently been going through. You don't want Dante to know about this but, you were feeling as though you were getting weaker and weaker as the days passed, like a battery that was getting closer to its limit. Waking up every morning and getting up from bed felt like a huge struggle, and doing simple chores took most of your strength. Hell, even your hair looked different. Most of its strands were still (H/C) but, should one make the effort of taking a closer look at it, one would surely notice the strands of silver - grey here and there.

And just now, just this morning, you felt,... different. Calmer. More at peace,...

You knew you're time was coming. And Dante being gone for a full day? It felt really frightening.

You were so scared to go without Dante by your side.

Did you learn how to love him just like how he loved you? No. Of course, you were still in love with that man, and Dante knew that. He respected that, even though it hurt him too much deep inside. It broke him.

And still, despite knowing all that, he persevered for you. He may not say it to you outright but, he knew what was going on with you. He noticed your difficulty in getting up each morning. He observed how the simplest of chores would take the most out of you. And most importantly, he knew all about your granny hair problem.

Dante knew but, he never spoke up about it.

And now, as the clock struck six in the evening, you sat in front of your door, waiting for Dante to arrive,...

... only for someone else to come.

You looked up, stood, and took a few steps back. And in shock and fright, you turned away and tried to close the door, only for the visitor to take hold of your arm.

"Hon, talk to me, please!"

"Nico, leave me alone,..."

The Artisan only tightened her grip on your arm as she forced you to look her in the eyes.

"Girl, listen to me." Nico pleaded as quietly as she could so no one would notice the two of you in such a situation. "V has been lookin' all over for ya! But, for some reason, he can't see ya! He is worried sick about ya!"

That name,...

"I - i d - don't know who you're talking about,..." You stuttered as you felt your heart being crushed all over again.

The man,... actually looking for you?

Impossible!

Impossible,...

"What?! Aww, come on! I know Dante has been hidin' ya! Morrison is way too suspicious. And I'm right! Ye're here all along!"

"Nico, can you please leave me alone?" You pleaded for the second time, avoiding her eyes so she won't see you crying. But, it was no use. Nico just wouldn't be budged.

"No! V has changed! He loves ya! He still does! And he wants the two of you to start all over again! He,... wants to make it up to ya! Right every mistake he has done,..." And as if in an effort to throw all of her trump cards at the table for her to win this battle, she desperately added, "V,... can't live without you!"

For a moment, you stopped struggling against her. You took a deep breath, and exhaled, dragging the air out of your lungs as long as possible. You wanted to calm down, you do.

Yes, you love him. You still do.

But,...

... it was too late.

"Where is he?" You asked, making your voice softer.

"Babe, I'm home!" Dante greeted you a few hours later as he entered the house.

"Dante, I'm right here!" You called. The man followed your voice and found you sitting on the sofa in the dark living room.

"Eh, it's too dark in here! Why don't we - ?"

"No!" You cut him off as he was about to turn on the lights. "Please."

Dante only raised his eyebrow in confusion. "O - kay?" Shrugging your strange behavior off, he brought what he was carrying to the middle of the room and placed it on the floor near the windows. "I think it's time we liven things up in here! It's getting a bit boring!"

In the darkness of the room with only the moonlight as your guide, you observed how Dante arranged and connected some wires to the thing he just brought, and a few moments later, the thing lit up, brightening the whole room.

It was a television, and connected with it was a decent dvd player that must've cost Dante a huge sum of money.

"Had to go back to Red Grave to purchase these." Dante smugly confessed. "Hey, I'm sorry I wasn't able to buy Titanic and Dracula for you. They're sold out!"

"What did you get?"

"This."

"Here's Charles Muntz piloting his famous,... "

Your eyes widened at the wonderfully colorful sight before you.

" ... is there nothing he cannot do?! Yes! As Muntz himself says,... "

"ADVENTURE IS OUT THERE! Look out, Mount Rushmore!"

"I, ah, hope you like Pixar." Dante asked as he sat on the floor next to your form.

"It's great." He heard your simple answer. "Pixar is great."

With Dante's head on your lap, the two of you watched as the two characters interacted, how they met, and what started their romance.

"I saw where your balloon went. Come on! Let's go get it. My name is Ellie."

"I thought that's a boy!"

"Dante, it's clearly a girl."

"What? I don't get it!"

"Just watch!"

"There it is! Well, go ahead."

"Ah, I wouldn't do that if I were you, kid."

"Agh, Dante, just - !"

"Okay, okay,..."

"Go on!

"AAAGGGHHH!"

"Told ya,..."

"Oh, poor kid,..."

"HEY, KID!"

"AHH! Ouch!"

"Thought you might need a little cheering up! I have something to show ya!"

...

"I' am about to let you see something I have never shown to another human being. EVER! In my life! You'll have to swear you will NOT tell ANYONE! Cross your heart! DO IT!"

"Aww, that's so cute."

"Really? That seems creepy to me."

"You know what's even creepier, Dante?"

"What?"

"Lady and Trish taking over your shop."

"Oh, right,..."

"MY ADVENTURE BOOK! You know him: Charles Muntz, explorer! When I get big, I'm going where he's going: South America! It's like America but, it's South!"

Dante felt a gentle hand caressing his hair, and he fought the urge to take it and kiss it.

But, somehow,...

... it felt weaker.

And you,...

... you sounded different.

"You know, you don't talk much. I LIKE YOU!"

"(Y/N),..."

"Please,..."

Dante felt his breath hitch when you prevented him from seeing your face.

What,... exactly is going on?!

"Babe, you okay?"

"Yes! As fine as I'll ever be."

"(Y/N), tell me the truth, please."

"I'm fine. Don't worry. And, Dante?"

"Hmm?"

"Thank you. For the television. But, really. You should've told me earlier you're gonna be late because of it."

"Ahh, you sound like a jealous wife again."

"Hmm,... maybe?"

"(Y/N)," Dante began, trying his very best to see your face but, you just wouldn't let him.

Not now.

"Babe, please, tell me what's wrong. Are you hurt? Did something happen? Did - ?"

"Dante, listen to me very carefully." With those words, the man felt your caress once more as you tried to calm him down, all the while preventing him from seeing your face. And your voice,... it sounded so,... "Thank you,... for this house."

"(Y/N),...?"

"Thank you,... for this quiet and humble life. Thank you for taking care of me. For your hard work. For accepting me into your life. For,... accepting me as I' am, flaws, quirks, everything. Thank you,... for your unconditional love."

And to those words you just uttered, Dante felt his whole world collapse before him.

He knew what you meant.

He knew.

Ah,...

"T - the screen," Dante stuttered, his voice failing him as he felt that burning sensation in his eyes once more. And he hated it. " ... it's getting blurry! I should have it changed first thing in the morning - "

"STAY." You almost yelled, your cracking voice giving you away. "Please."

And Dante couldn't do anything.

"I - i'm sorry." The man cried. "I,... f - failed you! I'm sorry, (Y/N). I'm so sorry,..."

"No! You didn't! You did,... wonderfully. And you sound like I'm gonna leave you. That hurts."

"Aren't you?"

"Who told you?"

"Well,..."

You hummed as you bent and wrapped the man in your arms. "I'm not gonna leave you, Dante. I,... might be,... going somewhere,... but, my spirit will stay with you. I will continue to watch over you. I will stay with you,... for as long as it takes. I will never,... leave your side."

"Promise?"

"I promise."

The man felt your soft lips ghost the top of his head, and this only made him hold onto the fragile arms wrapped around him even tighter. He would cherish this moment, this very moment, for as long as he lived.

For as long as he breathed.

"Let's watch, Dante Sparda."

"Alright, (Y/N) (L/N)."

***

❤ @la-vita and @clevermentalitybeliever . ❤

***

A few hours earlier,...

"Where is he?" You asked, making your voice softer.

"Somewhere!" Nico answered. "He could see us right now. He could hear us."

You smiled. "If he could hear me, then,..." You cleared your throat and made your voice a bit louder despite your failing lungs. "Listen very carefully, V.

"I,... love you. I still do. And I missed you so much. So much it hurts. I still love you,… despite everything. I tried to get you out of my mind, to forget that I've known you. To forget that I have fallen deeply in love with you for the very short time we've been together. And it hurts,... so much,... to know that I will not be able to see you again, that I will not be able to talk to you again. That I will never hear your voice again as you read to me your favorite poems.

"If I could only go back in time, I would prevent all the pain and suffering from happening. I will tell you to run as far away as you can from that place. I don’t care what happens to Red Grave! I will,... save the both of us from that huge blunder. Maybe then, we could start all over again, to get to know each other again. Maybe we could take another shot at it.

"But, it is too late. I'm,... dying, V. Very soon, I will leave this world, and you will be left devastated. However, you have a wonderful life ahead of you. So,... go. Do everything that I told you: travel the whole world, watch all kinds of movies, eat popcorn and lots of junk food, go fishing and catch a boot, win the stuff tiger. See the world that your poems describe. Go,... and do all of those with the person you will love and cherish,... until the end.

"And I? I will stay with the person who gave me unconditional love. I will stay with the person who didn't give up on me despite everything. I will stay with him,... until my last breath.

"I will stay with Dante, until tonight when I close my eyes and enter eternal slumber.

"I love you, V. Now go,... and live a life you'll be proud of."

***

❤❤❤

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#devil may cry 5 #dante sparda #i see my future before me alternate endings #i see dante before me #dante x reader #dante x you

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Villain I appear to be || Vanya Hargreeves x Reader

Description: You were the eighth member of the infamous Umbrella Academy. Your adopted father, Reginald Hargreeves, had raised you and your seven other siblings to fight crime and stop evil, however, as you grew older you found yourself straining farther and farther away from the life of a hero your father always wanted you to be.

This will be a One-shot series or something? I don’t really know what it’s called. It’s like, same title and concept but different stories and pairings per chapter. If that makes sense. ùwú

Pairing: Vanya x Reader

Word Count: 2194

ONE-SHOT

Vanya unlocked her apartment door with an audible sigh. Her violin was strapped uncomfortably around her left shoulder along with several grocery bags hanging from her fingers. She walked into her comfortable little apartment before shutting the door behind her. Vanya's lids hooded over her tired eyes as she trotted over to her dining table and practically threw three plastic bags on it's surface while she gently propped the violin bag on the chair. As she took off her coat, a loud meow suddenly came from the couch. She looked over to the cushions and saw a cat.

"Mr. Puddles." She was exasperated. "You scared me. Why do you keep coming here? I don't have any food for you." She went over to the feline and hoisted him up on her shoulder, however, as she moved towards the door the weight of the cat on her arms and chest suddenly doubled, alarming the rather petite woman. Before she could let go of Mr. Puddles the cat quickly morphed into a bigger entity with human limbs that wrapped around her body. "(y/n)?" she said, realizing what was happening before you could even shift back to your original form.

"Hey, Vanya." You said pulling away from her as you looked at her with Mr. Puddles' eyes before you blinked and they returned back to your normal orbs of (e/c). "What's up?" Vanya sighed. "Can't you just knock or something. I would've let you in anyway." You laughed. "That's too... Ordinary for my taste." you joked but Vanya only gave you an impatient look. "Yeesh, tough crowd." you scoffed as you jumped on the couch and plopped your bum on its soft cushions. You crossed your legs and turned your head to her. "Getting a bit feisty with me, aren't you, Vanya?" You smirked. "Finally found the courage to actually fight for yourself? I'm impressed." Vanya huffed "What are you even doing here, (y/n)?"

"Can't I visit my favorite sister whenever I so please?" you asked, your smirk showed no sign of disappearing. Vanya shook her head "Last time you came here I caught you stealing my groceries. Not to mention you pawned my favorite white violin. I had to borrow money from Allison just to get it back." You shrugged. "That was a long time ago Vanya. I'm a changed..." you morphed into a small girl, then a fox, then a teenaged boy, before morphing back to yourself "... Whatever I am. Besides, the pay for a world class thief is getting higher by the day. You will not believe how many zeros are in my bank account." You laughed but Vanya's expression showed no amusement. She sighed again, shook her head and walked to her newly bought groceries and started to put them away.

"Hey, Vanya. Think you can fix me up a drink?" You said from the couch. Vanya felt her eyebrows twitch but she complied anyways. She grabbed a glass from her cupboard and poured some gin in it. She gave it to you and you said, "Thanks.". She didn't reply. She went back to cleaning her dining area but not before taking her pills. She put the orange cylinder back in her pocket and proceeded to grab some fresh grapes and placed them in the fridge.

You just watched her silently, the cocky look on your face was gone as you firmly grasped on your red stained left hip. You tried not to groan from the pain but you eventually started to let out quiet heavy breathes. You pulled your hand up and cringed at the amount of blood that was coating it. Not wanting to stain Vanya's couch you stood up and just leaned against the wall.

"You know, you should really get locks for your windows." you suddenly said, breaking the silence. Vanya looked at you and your smirk crawled back to your lips. "I'm just saying, a lot of people could break in and steal something. Exhibit A." you gestured to yourself. Vanya's patience was stretched thin at this point. Her brows furrowed as she turned to you. Her expression made her look like she was going to explode and it took you by surprise. "(y/n) can you please just...." she closed her eyes, turning her head has she breathed deeply.

You looked at her with a raised eye brow. You've never seen Vanya look this frustrated before and it kind of made you feel bad. "...Just.... Go.... I'm pretty sure you already got whatever it is you came for so please just leave me alone." she turned around a perched herself on the counter as she got her pills from her pocket and drank a tablet or two.

You said nothing, not wanting to inconvenience her any longer so you did what you were told. Vanya heard the click on her window and turned around to find no one else there. "Why can't you ever use the door..." she sighed before grabbing her violin case.

A black cat stalked quietly on top of the roof before stopping at the edge. The cat's yellow eyes peered down the dark alleyway before it jumped down the fire escape and slowly made its way down a large garbage bin. You morphed back into your original form and huffed at the pain on your sides. You opened up the garbage bin and threw out a man clad in all black and a bloody face. He groaned as he hit the ground and turned to look at your glowing feline yellow eyes. "... You're a demon..." he sputtered out and you tilted your head as you walked over to him and stepped on his chest making him scream in agony. "I could be worst." you put more pressure on your leg and the man whimpered. "Listen to me you disgusting bag of human flesh. If I ever catch you going inside that apartment again..." your eyes flashed red "I'll make you eat dirt. You catch my drift?" The thief nodded as he stared into your ruby orbs before they went back to yellow. You lifted your foot from his body but before he could sigh in relief you stomped on his nether regions. "That's for ruining my favorite shirt." you said, motioning to your red stained hip. The bloody criminal laid helpless and whining in pain on the cold cement as you walked away from him, eyes shifting back to their normal (f/c) hue.

Sirens and red and blue flashes suddenly came closer to you and you turned yourself back into a cat before scampering away.

Weeks have passed since the incident in Vanya's neighborhood. Apparently a notorious burglar had been found half dead at the side of her apartment building. Police are unsure how that man got his wounds and when asked about it he refused to mention a name. Detectives conducted a door to door interview with the residents near the area including Vanya but they didn't get anything useful. After his recovery he was sent to jail for theft.

One night, as a sleeping Vanya was warmly snuggled inside her blanket a loud crash could be heard from her living room. She instantly became conscious and grabbed her phone. She called 911 as she got out of her bed slowly approached the door. She told the operator about her situation and told them her address. The lady on the other line told her to stay calm and wait for a few minutes as they police were already on their way. Vanya thanked them and hung up as she pressed her body on the door. She listened for a bit but heard complete silence for half a minute. She furrowed her eyebrows as she wrapped her pale fingers on the doorknob she slowly turned it and peaked through the small crack on her door.

There was a large hole on her window, wind blew through the curtains but other than that there was no other movement inside the room. A sudden meow broke the silence as a shadow of a cat jumped on the head of the couch. "(y/n)?" Vanya asked with an 'are you kidding me' tone. She turned on the light switch next to her door frame but she screamed as soon as she saw you. Your fur was coated in thick red liquid and one of your eyes had been scratched and bloodied. You let out one last weak meow before falling onto the couch. Vanya was about to run to the your side but you quickly turned back into a human and told her to stay where she was. Vanya was already next to you and her eyes grew wide when she saw another man laying on the other side of the room with scratch marks all over his body.

"Go back to your room Vanya. He's not completely down yet." You said as best as you could as you looked at her with your one good eye. "I can't just leave you out here." she said. The intruder suddenly twitched making Vanya flinched away when her eyes caught the movement. "Vanya. I'll be fine. I can't exactly stay here when the cops show up." the man started groaning. "I'm not going anywhere without you." she said sternly. You looked into Vanya's eyes and realized there was nothing that could change her mind. You sighed as the man slowly started to get up. "Fine." You turned into a fox and ran into the room with Vanya close behind you before locking the door.

It didn't take long for the police to arrive and luckily the thief wasn't able to get away fast enough so the cops were able to apprehend him as well as his partner that was thrown out the window. You were also arrested on the spot even though Vanya told the police that you had nothing to do with the break in. Sadly, your one good deed wasn't enough to excuse you from the hundreds of sins that you have committed. You plead guilty in the court of law and judge reduces 2 years off of your sentence.

As soon as you were thrown in prison Vanya was the first to visit you. The both of you sat in front of each other, a glass wall dividing you with only a phone to connect with each other. She greeted you and asked how you were doing. You responded with laugh and told her not to worry about it. Vanya kept glancing at your now scarred face but her eyes lingered longer at your sliced eyeball. "Why didn't you get a prosthetic?" she asked. "With all those zeros in your bank account, I would've thought you'd have enough money for glass eyeball.".

You chuckled as you gave her a shrug. "Every cent under my name is dirty money Van. Don't want the coppers sniffing around for all that dough, I'll get bankrupt. Besides, I've grown quite the... Er... attachment to my original eye." it was Vanya's turn to laugh. You smiled, feeling a bit proud to have made her this happy at such an odd time.

"10 years of jail time..." she sighed and shook her head. "You think you can handle it?" your smirk grew wider. "You underestimate me number 7.". Vanya glanced at the calender behind you. "I would never." she said. "Want to watch a movie at my place this tomorrow?" she asked and you shot her a wink. "I don't know, I'm a little busy but I'll try to make it." You both laughed. For the rest of the visit you and Vanya joked around with each other until it was time for her to leave.

The next night, sirens echoed around the prison as armed men frantically ran around as soon as a guard reported the absence of Inmate 19. A reporter stood in front of the prison not an hour later and broadcasted the breaking news all over the city. "(y/n) Hargreeves, a world renown thief has escaped city prison and is on the loose. Police are now on the look out for a (h/c-"

The TV switched to another chanel and Vanya placed the remote back on her coffee table. A Black cat had jumped next to her rubbed itself on her arm. She smiled as she petted the cat between it's ears. "Did you hear that? A big bad criminal is running around the streets. We should be more careful when we go outside." Vanya cooed jokingly. You meowed in return and laid down on her lap. Vanya giggled as she felt you purr and continued to rub your head.

"Maybe you aren't so bad after all."

AN:

I wrote this after apocalypse suite and I may have portrayed Vanya as herself in the comics rather than her Netflix counterpart.

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