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sinnaminsuga · 3 years

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New Royalty

(here's that supernatural cross over fic! i'm still not sure i'm happy with it how it turned out but here it is! 😂)

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Being a crossroads demon, life wasn’t easy. Especially so now, when you’re adjusting to becoming the fresh new King Of Hell. I wanted to continue my job as a crossroads demon because truthfully, I loved the work. But, being the King was a daunting task all on its own, so I let my number one Knight Of Hell, my brother (for all intents and purposes) Sy, handle the crossroads deals. And he had been doing an amazing job, snatching up souls left and right. But I could tell by the look on his face as he stormed into the great hall, that something had gone very very wrong.

“August, I can’t handle this chick anymore! She’s driving me fucking nuts! And she must be a lawyer or somethin’ because she knows her contracts man. But she’s driving me up the wall and I’m gonna gank this bitch with the First Blade if you don’t go talk to her.” Sy shouted through the hall as he approached my throne. The anger was rolling off of him in waves, scaring away the low level demons milling about.

“Sy what are you talking about?” I asked, flipping through pages of paperwork. “Listen, there’s this girl who keeps summoning me right? And there’s no offer I make her that will make her take the deal and eventually I get annoyed and I leave. And EVERY night she does this. She summons me EVERY. NIGHT. And this last time I went topside to see what she wanted and SHE ASKED TO SPEAK TO THE FUCKING MANAGER. Can you believe this shit?!” Sy said, finishing with an exasperated sigh.

“What’s her deal? Like what does she want?” I asked, genuinely curious about this strange woman and what she wanted. “Dude she won’t tell me! I told her whatever she wants is gonna cost her, her soul and I’ll come and collect it in 10 years. No dice. I offered 11 years, ya know an extra year to sweeten the pot but still no. She said the only way she’ll stop summoning me is if I give her a good enough deal or if I send my boss. August I can’t keep dealing with her. I have so much shit to do. You ever been zapped away in the middle of a battle with a leviathan? Because I can now say that I have! And it sucked! Please, I know you’re busy too but can you PLEASE deal with her?” Sy pleaded, kneeling at my feet, his hands clasped together.

“Fine. I’ll go up there just this once. But do not make it a constant thing to come in here asking me to do this. The King does not make it a habit to bend the rules for anyone. Not even his own brother.” I said, casting a glance down at him. I stood up from my throne and stretched out my arms and legs before heading to the crossroads.

When I arrived there was a stunning girl leaning against a shitty blue pick up truck, her head hanging low and her boot drawing patterns in the dirt. “Hey! You wanted to see me?” I called out, her head snapping up to look at me. “Yeah. Yeah I did.” She said. As she made her way closer to me I could sense there was something different about her. I don’t know how Sy couldn’t tell what she was but I definitely could.

“Ah ah ah sweetheart. I don’t trust angels. Drop the blade in the back of your truck or I’ll smoke outta here faster than you can blink alright?” I demanded. She was an angel. And not just in the sense that she was beautiful, no. She was a real angel. Hidden wings, angel blade, grace, and all. She was stunningly beautiful but terrifying at the same time. The blood beneath my skin thrummed with anticipation. What could this gorgeous, heavenly creature want from me?

“Oh! Oh right sorry! I forgot to ditch it because I didn’t know if you would actually come talk to me! I’m Y/N.” She replied with nervous laughter, throwing her sword into her truck. I crossed my arms over my chest and looked at her. “So, what ever could you want to talk to me about? My brother said you’ve exhausted him. I suggest you don't try that with me, I'm far less forgiving.” I grinned.

“Well you see, the thing is, Sy didn’t understand what I wanted and I think it’s because he couldn’t tell what I was. I’m what's considered an archangel. One of the original angels that God created.” She said. “Oh honey I know exactly what you are. I could see it the minute my feet hit the ground up here. Dont waste my time with things I already know. Spit it out. Now.” I grumbled, growing impatient.

“Okay. So you obviously know my brother Lucifer, he used to be like your leader or whatever. But what no one knows is that I was supposed to fall too. Lucifer took the full blame even though everything that happened was half my fault. I believed in him and his cause but he insisted I stayed upstairs with Dad and the rest. When they found out I had conspired against them they locked me up for thousands of years. Can you believe that?! God forbid I’m a free thinker! Pun intended. I’ve finally gotten free and I needed to get the fuck out. I’m so angry and I just can’t stay there anymore!” Y/N growled. Her eyes were glowing with the force of her anger and it made the surrounding air sizzle.

This woman didn’t know it but she was having quite the effect on me. The cogs in my brain were spinning with all the ideas of what she would say next. “Y/N what do you want from me? There’s a reason you keep contacting my brother and I want to know why.”

“I want to strike a deal.” She said. “No shit sweetheart. That’s what everyone wants. I want to know what the deal is since you refuse to speak to Sy.” I huffed, growing tired of this game. Dancing around the point was never my favorite thing.

The beautiful stranger sauntered closer to me and splayed her hand over my chest before slowly lifting her gaze to meet my eyes. I could feel the warmth radiating from her palm and it made my skin tingle and the blood in my groin pulse. “Every king needs a queen right?” She said, grinning up at me. “You take me as your queen, and we all get what we want. I get to take my place in hell where I should have been a long time ago, and in return you get an extra set of hands and eyes to help you run the joint. I can help you August. Truly I can. And you can help me.” Y/N murmured, delicate fingers tracing over my chest.

I mulled it over for a moment, weighing the options and all that. It would be good to have a loyal partner to help me run my empire and she was beautiful and intriguing so I wouldn’t mind her being my wife. Also she had a great deal of power and with her in my arsenal I would never lose, should the opportunity of war arise. The decision was an easy one.

“Well if you know so much about crossroads deals, you know how we seal this contract don’t you?” I smirked, my eyes flashing to black. “Of course I do. I’ve been waiting for this part for weeks.” She said, her hand snaking around the back of my neck and pulling my face towards her. Our lips met in a heated clash and I could feel electricity pulsing from her body. A loud thunder clap sounded in the distance as her tongue slipped into my mouth. The feeling of kissing her was like nothing I’d ever experienced before. My hands began to roam her body and squeeze her flesh. She was so warm but so strong, like velvet covered steel. I couldn’t get enough of her. My lips moved to her neck and I tugged on her sensitive skin with my teeth. The whimper that fell from her lips sounded like paradise. She was clawing at my back and writhing against me and all I had done was kiss her. Her responses to my touch were amazing and I never wanted this to end. I pulled back for a moment to catch my breath and she whined like I’d stabbed her. I pressed my lips to the shell of her ear before whispering, “Sweetheart, if we keep going at it like this I’m going to have no choice but to fuck you on the very ground you stand on.”

“So do it. I want you to. I’m yours now.” She snarled. Before I could register what was happening, she hooked her right leg behind mine and shoved at my chest, effectively bringing me to the ground. Once we landed, I began kissing her again, my snaking my tongue into her mouth. She audibly moaned when I ground my hard length against her clothed center.

“Baby, I’m all about dry-humping but if you don’t hurry up and get inside me I actually might explode. And the last time an archangel exploded, cities were leveled and people were killed.” She giggled. “Keep sweet talking me honey. Death and destruction are a demons favorite things.” I groaned into her neck, a mischievous smile on my lips, before I sank my teeth into her neck. She laughed aloud, the sound like bells, and I never wanted to hear anything else ever again.

She took my face in her small hands, her beautiful eyes scanning my face before whispering “Take me home August. It’s where we belong.”

THE END

#mine #henry cavill #the cavillry #supernatural #august walker #captain syverson

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coreshorts · 6 years

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She wanted to return. She said she would. Therefore, she did. Stealing away into Amdapor, this time, alone, to investigate the ruins of the once-great civilisation. The last time she was here, it was for a matter far more dire, and assisted by the one person whom she trusted most in the world. However, this time, she crept about on her own, silent and attentive, a bit of conjury keeping the wind around her moving, directing mould spores away from her; the few that made their way to her filtered through the mask beneath her hood harmlessly.

As she had before, Hali made her way into the depths of the ruins, sneaking past wildlife that seemed to repopulate far too quickly for her liking - it was already quite crowded again after she and Kaori had cut their way through in search of the Wardstone to protect Dahlia from her possessor - and heading for the place they had come across once before: the inner reaches of the city, still pristine and guarded by its gargoyles and golems.

To her dismay, as she drew closer to that magicked door that they had puzzled open before, she found yet another host of reanimated magi milling about aimlessly, staves clutched tightly. However, amongst them was a different figure: a man that felt... living - ancient, even, his aether mismatched even to his surroundings. It moved so strangely. In his hands was an ornate staff that he seemed to be using to work some manner of magic to bring the bodies - including those Hali and Kel had slain on their last foray into the forbidden ruins - back to an animated state, their expressions slack beneath tattered and worn hoods. In order to stop the bodies, she could just stop him. Her presence was disliked by the elements, and she could feel them warning her not to tamper, as before - she and Kel were barely tolerated for their trespass the last time - but perhaps she could gain some kind of favour by eliminating the man bringing these bodies back, and maybe even learn something in the process... Creeping up and through the legion of undead magi the man had been raising, she got a better look at him from her hidden position: He was an older man - an elezen - with heavy scarring on his hands and a bushy salt-and-pepper beard flecked with dirt. His robes held many different reagents in pockets and loops around them, including dried herbs, pouches, potions, and more. He concentrated heavily as Hali approached. She noted the stab wounds around the neck of the body, instantly recognising her own handiwork with a soft smirk.

Blades drawing silently, she pounced, jamming one blade down into his back, just behind and through his heart. The other drew up and jammed into his throat before tearing a gushing wound in the side. He dropped like a sack of rocks, and, with him, his thralls, as well. However, even as she took in the overwhelmingly joyous feeling of so many creatures' aether, especially that man's, released and dispersing all at once, she was drawn by a continued presence. Not all of the aether around him dispersed. In fact, it began to drain into the strange gem situated atop his staff, still clutched tightly in his hand.

She identified what was happening quickly. The staff had, she felt, some kind of effect to it that gathered a significant portion of his aether - his very soul - and was attempting to automatically resurrect him by returning the aether to him. Even his wounds, she noticed, upon inspection, were very slowly healing from the inside out. It must have been some kind of powerful white magic, she felt, but, if that were the case, would the Elementals not have raged? What stopped them?

She pushed the question aside and began investigating the staff, looking for some method by which she could stop the resurrection process. Her answer, she found, however, was not on the staff, but inside of it. The large purple gem at the top was a focus, but within it was a distinctly different presence that seemed almost to act on its own. Pursing her lips, the Raen began attempting to shatter the focus. First, she attempted to smash it with a rock. Then, she attempted to crack it open with a kunai. Growing frustrated, she attempted to wrest the staff from the dead man's grasp, and was met with a vicegrip. She growled, getting angry, and, drawing her kunai back, back to sever the fingers around the staff, one by one.

No longer able to grip the staff, the digitless hand flopped to the side, some kind of tension relaxing, and the staff was released. With it released, the flow of aether, too, stopped, a massive well of it remaining in the staff's focus, swirling about the secondary focus-like object within. The nature of that second source she felt, however, still remained unclear, only growing worse with the swirling, chaotic aether contained in the focus.

"I say," echoed a deep, masculine voice, "You are an unpleasant young woman, aren't you...?" Hali froze, looking around, then to the staff, then to the man on the ground. Suddenly, as her senses failed to help her locate the voice's source, her heart leapt into her chest. She looked down again into the staff's focus, deeply, squinting.

"Oh, don't tell me you're a mute, as well," the voice in her head said, "Come, now, explain yourself!"

"Wh-what the fuck," Hali hissed, peering around, then dropped the staff.

"Vulgar, as well, I see," she was taunted, "But at least you *can* talk, if not somewhat shakily. Your tongue seems not quite as sharp as those blades. That hurt, you know. Quite a bit."

"Sh-shut up!" the Raen yelled from behind her mask, beginning to panic, "F-fuck! I d-don't... stop! Get out! I-I'm not e-exactly up for possession, arsehole! J-just go back to being dead!"

"Rude," chided the man's ethereal voice, "I wasn't up for dying, you know, but I was not given a choice in that, either. You are, however, mistaken, my dear murderer. This connection is merely superficial, you see. You cut off my transference and managed to link your own aether with mine within this staff. That said, I would very much appreciate it if you might return this staff to my other hand. You know, the one from which you haven’t severed all the fingers. Honestly! Have you no decency, girl?”

“...pass,” the shinobi muttered, picking up the staff and looking it over, “I... what is th-what’s... in this? Who a- ...are you?” She tapped the gem in the head of the staff, finally feeling the tendrils of living aether that wound their way about her, through her, as if connected. It made her very uncomfortable.

“Well, I suppose I’ve naught better to do than play Twenty Questions with my killer, so, very well!” the man said mockingly, “I am Auguste Corsaint, Amdapori survivor and a very powerful mage, if you would imagine! You caught me at a bad time, of course.”

“...y-yeah,I’m sure,” Hali muttered, sighing.

“Well, you do the calculations, young lady! For how long have I lived if I survived the floods? Hmm?” Auguste asked impatiently, “I have acted as caretaker for this place for longer than your greatest great grandmother has been alive! I have survived the reawakening of Diabolos and countless raids on this place by feckless adventurers, as they are so-called!”

“Okay,” she replied, swinging the staff about, bored, “Wh-what’s with the staff focus? I-it feels weird. Th-this... is white magic. Right? B-but the, um, Elementals’ m-magic uses wood a-and... you know. Pretty shite focus.”

“Well, perhaps for untalented stabby-types such as yourself!” the former “caretaker” mocked, “The secrets of white magic are not for your types. So go on, now. Return my to my body. Hurry up!”

“...and... A-amdapor was... made by... all that, I mean,” Hali mused thoughtfully, pointing to the once-again-sealed door, “Was d-done with... white magic?”

“Well of course it was, you dreadfully slow girl,” Auguste said through the staff’s bond to her, “Now go on! As much as this conversation has been a... change, given the last odd centuries, I would rather be alive again, thank you very much.”

Hali looked at the staff, then down at the body, then back at the staff. Walking over toward the body in its massive puddle of blood on the floor, her steps made to avoid it so she didn’t leave too much of a trace (or ruin her poor boots), she twirled the staff once. She then began to walk away, returning to the entrance.

“What? I- now see here! I- you- Help! Hey! I’m being stolen! Someone?” Auguste’s voice called in her head, “Oh, bugger all. I should have invested my time in allowing myself more... freedom in this state. Or at least an actual voice. Young lady, know that I greatly dislike you.”

“J-join the, uh... club,” Hali muttered with a chuckle. She wanted those secrets. Auguste could have his rest. Perhaps she could force his aether out with one of her- She paused, thinking.

“What is it you intend to do, might I ask...?” he asked dangerously.

“W-well, n-not have my mind read, a-apparently,” Hali said with a smug grin, staring forward. Nice timing. Suspicious, but good.

“I- that’s preposterous! What do you take me for?!” Auguste cried, sounding strangely insulted.

“Heheh. N-nevermind,” the shinobi giggled, walking for the entrance, the man in the staff falling conspicuously silent. Hali smirked to herself. This staff was a key, as was Auguste. White magic seemed incredibly powerful, and it was closer to her roots. Even if she couldn’t practice it personally, she would certainly learn more, one way or the other.

She would have these secrets, starting with this strange aethereal bond...

#hali #hali naras #asashio no haruhi #ffxiv #final fantasy xiv #balmung #white mage #whm #ninja #shinobi #nin #hali can be kind of a bitch #oops she IS evil after all #writing prompts

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