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Leviathan Bloodshed story part 1

(I apoligise for spelling mistakes,I been writting this for two days and I can't feel my arms. I forgot how long the prolouge is... Also I think this may go slower than I anticipated,sorry. Also I might take a day off of this,my arm feels like it wants to go on it's own funeral)

(bg inside the castle of Hades)

Mc: It somehow seems like it's loud outside the palace today...

It was unusual for the devils of Hades,who always lived by a strict discipline,to make a ruckus.

Barbatos: That's because it's Halloween today!

Foras: Everyone must be busy preparing for the festival.

Mc: They have Halloween festival in Hell too??

When you asked,the devils around you stared at you as though you were a total hillbilly.

Glasyal La Bolas: Ha ha,how many times do we have to explain to this small human that the things in the human world were made under Hell's effects?

Glasyal spoke pathetically with a bad-tempered smile.

Foras: Don't be impolite to a guest of his Majesty Leviathan,Glasyal La Bolas. It is not a sin to be stupid.

Barbatos: Hmm? His Majesty Leviathan said 'ignorance is a sin.' though.

Foras: ....Mc,let me apoligise. These guys are all fools.

Mc: (Wait,you just said I'm stupid...)

You felt victimized and glared at the three devils,but to no effect whatsoever.

You were sometimes confused if the devils of Hades were kind to you or if they disliked you.

Barbatos: We might as well! The son/daughter of Solomon is curious about the Halloween festival and we have a Halloween festival going on right now!

Barbatos: We might as well go and enjoy it together!

Foras: Barbatos,how many times are you repeating the phrase 'we might as well'?

Glasyal La Bolas: Ahh,a festival. It is such a melodious word. It is a dangerous day where the smallest conflicts can cause a riot.

Glasyal La Bolas: Although it will never happen in Hades.

Glasyal La Bolas spoke with a look of ecstasy,then turned gloomy and muttered in dissatisfaction.

Mc: Is the festival in Hades very diffrent from the festivals in other countries?

Barbatos: There would be no better answear than seeing it for yourself!

Barbatos grabbed your hand with a look of excitment.

Foras: Wait,Barbatos...! You should have fun at the festival after you finish your work...

Barbatos: I see! Foras please take care of my job as well!!

Foras: ?!?!

Glasyal La Bolas: Hahaha! I knewthis would happen. Foras,what are you doing? Go and grab Barbatos by his throat!

Foras: ........Never mind. We needed a devil to guide the son/daughter of Solomon around the festival,so we'll just say Barbatos is in charge of it.

Glasyal La Bolas: Pfft,boring.

You heard the conversation of the remaining two devils while Barbatos positively dragged you through the corridor.

Fortunately it looked like Foras would deal with it.

Mc: (I'm sorry,Foras...!)

Apoligizing for something you didn't do,you headed for the streets with Barbatos.

(bg changes to the streets of Hades)

The faster Barbatos walked,the harder your heart pounded.

A festival in Hell?! It has to be several times as big and fun than festivals on Earth.

Once you and Barbatos left the palace,you headed for the central square where they all gathered.

Mc: (Such flashy street decorations! Mouthwatering street food! Lively people laughing and talking!)

Mc:....Where are they all?

Next to Barbatos who stopped at the square,you tilted your head.

The biggest crowd you have ever seen was gathering in the square,but it had neither the street decorations nor street food.

(bg changes to a giant fire surrounded by devils)

Instead,there was one thing that was diffrent from the norm in the center of the square...

Mc: ( A mega sized camp fire?!)

There was a fire that burned as tall as the palace in the central of the square.

Even while sweating because of the heat,the devils were holding hands with their family or friends around it.

They were not in their normal uniforms or medival clothes,but in the most casual type...so,how humans on Earth dressed.

The devils who looked like humans except for their horns were smiling and greeting each other.

You felt tears welling up in your eyes from the Earthy atmosphere you haven't felt in a long time.

Mc: They're in diffrent clothes from usual.

Barbatos: Hmm! They say the costume for this year is 'human'!

Mc: Haha. The humans on Earth are probably wearing devil costumes.

While you felt amused,Barbatos stayed quiet nect to you. You thought it was strange and looked...

Barbatos: Isn't it hot and splendid and beautiful? Although it's not as beautiful as the sun!!

The flames were dancing in Barbatos' eyes

Mc: Do you mean...that the Halloween festival in Hades is enjoying a mega sized camp fire?

Barbatos: A mega sized camp fire? Ha ha ha! That's a stake!

Mc: A-a stake?! Who committd such a heinous crime that they'll be burnt on a stake this big?!

Barbatos: Ourselfs from last year.

Mc: ....?

Just then a young male approached the flaming fire almost precariously-

And took off the noose around his neck then threw it inside the fire.

YAYY-!!

When the huge flames instantly deveoured the noose,the onlooker devils cheered and clapped.

The noose wasn't so big,but it burnt brightly with a huge purple light when entered the flames.

The devil's bangs were burnt and curly in a funny way,as he backed away and bowed to others.

Barbatos: Those nooses around the necks of the devils in Hades,mean that they dedicate their lives to his Majesty Leviathan.

Mc: What?! Then what's that supposed to be? Treason?

Barbatos: It's determination!

Mc: ???

While you look doubful,the others followed suit of the brave devil and began threwing nooses to the stake.

The devils rushing towards the flames and shimmered backwards so the fire woudn't devour them.

It looked like they were dancing to the wavering flames.

The long shadows streaching out from their feet around the fire looked like petals of a huge flower.

Barbatos: Halloween is the day of the dead. In other words it is a day for the 'dead'.

Barbatos: So we perform this ceramony thinking that we burn our previous deaths and wait for the next ones.

Barbatos: And...we the living devils carry the lives of the devils who protected Hell before but died before us.

Barbatos: By burning our old nooses and hanging new ones around our necks,we are promising to walk along the same paths as we honor their gone lives.

Barbatos: So when we burn the old nooses,we claim new nooses from the person we want to risk our lives for after his Majesty Leviathan

When the nooses of all those in the square went into the fire,a woman approached the young man who burnt his noose first and hung a new,clean noose around his neck.

The woman's cheeks were flushed and she had tears in her eyes.

You could see grannies hanging nooses around young children and middle-aged devils hanging nooses around their best friends.

The same scenes continued here and there and you somehow felt a twingle of emotion in your nose.

Mc: ( This is beautiful)

It wasn't the magnificent or joyful atmosphere you anticipated but the Hallowwen festival of Hades had a coolness to it like that of a sacred ritual.

The devils with new nooses around their necks went to their houses and changed the tall wooden pillars standing before their houses.

The pillars were taller than an average male adult devil and had devices to hang things at the end.

Mc: ...Those pillars standing in front of all those houses...

Barbatos: Ahh,are you talking about the simple hanging devices they prepared to die if anything happens to his Majesty Leviathan?

Mc: ..simple hanging devices..

Barbatos: Hmm! They fix it or place new ones every year on this day!

Barbatos: It's troubling if they need to die but the pillars are weak and break.

Barbatos explained all the savageness with a smile as glorious as the fire in the center of the square.

Mc: The devils of Hades are too extreme...

Barbatos: That's the source of our power!

Mc: Yea,I'm still worried...but think that they're very wonderful at the same time

Barbatos: !!

Barbatos looked a little suprised.

Thanks to his distincts features of his face,the big and small shadows of the fire danced across his face,but his eyes wavered most promitently.

Barbatos: Son/ Daughter of Solomon,I think you...

Small devil: Son/ Daughter of Solomon! Have you not placed a noose around your neck yet?

Almost at the same time Barbatos opened his mouth with an overwhelmed look on his face,a small devil that barely reached your knees tapped your calf and spoke to you.

Failing to realize as the adorable devil who resembled a puppy was asking you with a look of anticipation,you shook your head.

Mc: No I don't normally hang a noose around my neck...

Small devil: In that case,may I place one on you?

Mc: Hmm? On me?

Small devil: I know you're not one of his Majesty Leviathan's subject. Even so,this is a festival!

When the small devil spoke with a beam,you succumbled to his adorable appearance and nodded.

Mc: I won't say no then.

Small devil: I-i-in that case,could you..perhaps put a noose around my neck too?

Mc: Huh? Of course.

Small devil: Wowww!!

When you bend your knees before the small devil who now had tearful eyes and hung your head,he hung a noose he weaved with his small hands around your neck.

Looking up,you saw a blushing devil with his eyes tightly closed,holding the noose to hang around his neck in his hands.

When you took the noose from his shaky hands and put it around his neck.

Mc: All don-

Small devil: I like you too, Son/ Daughter of Solomon!!

Mc: Huh?

Startled by his sudden confession,you finally saw the devils around you.

Devils:...............

Mc: (T-They are looking my way with terrifying eyes!)

You didn't know when they stopped clapping and cheering but they all stared at you.

Mc: B-Barbatos...C-Can you explain what's happening...

Barbatos: Huhu..you hang nooses around the devils' necks on Halloween with your closest friends or lovers!

Devil with a loud voice: Pfft! Had I known,I would have spoken with the Son/ Daughter of Solomon first!

Devil with a loud voice: I thought the son/daughter of Solomon would not participate in this ritual!

Sensitive devil: I'm so upset! So jelaous! If I throw him into the pit of fire and hand over my noose again!!

Small devil: Hehe,hehehehe

Barbatos grinned and spoke lightly

Barbatos: It looks like you're loved in Hades!

Just as the devils burning in envy as hot as the stake grounded their teeth.

Mc: Huh?

With everyone staring in your direction,you saw a familiar face at the back of the crowd

(Levi appears)

Mc: (Leviathan..?)

For some reason,Leviathan was in an unfamiliar suit.

Mc: ( Is Leviathan also dressed as a human like the other devils?)

Already curious about 'What would Leviathan do while the others perform the ritual at the stake?' you furtively ran towards Leviathan while everyone directed their envy and fury at the small devil.

(bg changes to streets of Hades)

He was leaving the square as though he wasn't there on a business but passing by.

Mc: Levia....

Just when you were about to call him to stop out of happines,you closed your mouth before even calling his name.

There were lots of devils talking and laughing not too far away,

Heading somewhere on his own, Leviathan's face had nothing but sadness,let alone a smile.

Mc: ( Can I talk with him...?)

Although all devils,especially the seven deadly sins gave off difficult aura for normal people to approach,Leviathan emitted that aura way more than the others.

Responsibility,emptiness and a deep sadness that surpassed it.

That was what you felt from him.

You somehow felt yourself from difficult times from him

Mc: ( I don't want to leave Leviathan alone!)

You knew the diffrwnce between someone who wanted to be alone and someone who had no choice but to be alone....because you were the latter.

Mc: Levi! Where are you going?!

You pretended to be brighter than usual and gathered the courage to approach Leviathan.

When he turned to your direction,you gasped out loud,because you were overwhelmed by the beauty when you faced him head on.

The transparent eyes under his thick,long eyelashes especially took your breath away!

Mc: ( It's like I can understand why Barbatos who worshipps the sun would be awed by Leviathan)

Leviathan: ....Don't call me like that. I shall kill you.

Leviathan: What are YOU doing here instead of enjoying the festival?

Mc: I was enjoying it! Look,I even got a noose.

Leviathan: (angy jely glare) .......

Leviathan 's eyes momentarily turned vicious,but you were oblivious to the fact as you asked him a question.

Mc: Leviathan,where are you going yourself? Not enjoying the festival.

As you were going to compliment him that he looked good in a suit he normally didn't wear...

Leviathan: I am going to the graveyard of my fallen associoates.

Mc: ...?!

Leviathan: Because Halloween is the day of the dead,I am going there to commemorate them.

Mc: I-I see...I wasn't aware. I was only excited about the festival.

Leviathan: Me going to commemorate the graveyard of Hades,has nothing to do with you..

You felt sheepish at his cold tone

You wanted to talk with him some more but !ou coudn't think of anything to say.

And Leviathan watched you with cold eyes.

Leviathan said no more as he walked past you.

You hung your head,unable to say anything more to him.

You heard the sounds of Leviathan's footsteps receding.

You suddenly felt immensly sad.

And Leviathan's footsteps stopped.

Leviathan: Near where I'm going...

Although his voice was small and from afar you coudn't hear it properly,you turned back to look at him.

Leviathan has also turned his back to look at you.

Mc: What?~ I coudn't hear you!~

You shouted,cupping your hands around your mouth like a trumpet in case Leviathan coudn't hear you.

Leviathan chuckled,it was definettly a cold and spechless laugh but he smiled.

Leviathan: There's a shop near where I'm going that sells jewels.

Leviathan: There are rare jewels that allow people to become closer.

Mc: (If you're going to talk from auch a distance at least raise your voice..nevermind,I'm going to him)

You hurried to Leviathan

Mc: Jewels??? Closer???

Leviathan: I'll buy you one as a present

While you approached,you could hear Leviathan's voice well

Mc: ( If I approach,I don't become estrangled)

You don't know what the source of Leviathan's sadness was but you thought you knew what to do

Normally you sould have asked WHY?? but this time you shouted energeticlly instead.

Mc: Thanks Levi!!! I'll be waiting for you!

Leviathan: Don't call me that. And stop shouting so close to me,it hurts my ears.

Leviathan: I am the one giving you a present. Why are you telling me to go where you are and offer it to you?

Mc: ( Suprisngly he's answearing everything and hes even twlling me to pick him up!)

Mc: ( I think....I get it a little..)

Mc: Until when should I go meet you?

Leviathan: About two hours later,go where I am and accept my present

Leviathan: Barbatos guide him/her well

Mc: Huh? Wheres Barbatos?

Barbatos: Yes,your Majesty!

Mc: What the...! When did you come here?

You jumped up at thw bright and reliable voice behind you which has been quiet until now

Meanwhile Leviathan turned as though he was going to continue and spoke coldly.

Leviathan: Also take off that noose around your neck,it doesn't even suit you!

There was great displeasuee on Leviathan's face as he said those words.

Mc:(Don't tell me you were jelaous this whole time?!)

Mc: Then put a noose on me yourself!

Mc: But I won't take this one off. The devil who put it on me looked really happy

Mc: Still,I'll put your noose on top of it.

Leviathan stared at you as though he wanted to say 'what a loud and dislikable being'

But the harsh words never came and Leviathan turned back on his way.

Barbatos: You're looking happy son/daughter of Solomon!

You smiled and nodded as Barbatos placed a firm arm around your shoulder and led you back to the central square.

But this time you stared at the giant clock tower instead of the stake where devils were dancing

Mc: ( I hope two hours go by quickly...)

Two hours later..

(Bg changed to Hades streets at night)

By the time thwenooses around the devils necks were all changed to new ones and the hanging devices have been fixed

Barbatos: It's nearly the time for us to go!....I bet that's what you were witing for me to say

Barbatos was smiling as he led you through the sqaure

You wanted to meet Leviathan as soon as possible and were ready to run to him...but...

Barbatos didn't even run but laid down a coffin that he was carrying with him-the coffin didn't have any strings but was always floating behind him- he opened the lid

Mc: Barbatos,we don't know where Leviathan could be...but don't you think he's waiting if we don't hurry?

Barbatos: This is the fastest way.

Barbatos winked at you,climbed inside the coffin and layed down

Barbatos: You should come in too!

Opening his arms with a tempting smile,Barbatos urged you. And you lied down next to him since you had nothing else to do.

Lying on his side to make space for you,Barbatos' firm chest pressed against !our shoulder.

Barbatos: I'm closing the lid now.

The lid closed over the jam-packed coffin with you and Barbatos in it.

(Bg changes to darkness)

Creakkkkkk.....

Mc: ( ...I-is this a funeral experience?!)

You shuted your eyes in fear the moment the lid closed and was absorbed in the most coplicated feeling

You evaided an angel swinging a scyte in your face but were now shut in a coffin while you were still breathing.

But the dark fearful feeling you expected never came.

Mc: (In fact it's suprisingly cozy!)

The coffin was full of the scent of the man emating a sweet rosy scent and his arms were soft and warm.

And for some reason it felt like you were liyng on a dark but spacious and cozy lawn!

You were suprised when you furtively opened your eyes.

(Bg changes to a universe)

Mc: Weren't we...inside a coffin?!

Barbatos: We the devils of Hades carry our own universes inside our coffins instead of the dead.

There was a sky full of stars- no a universe spreading before your eyes.

Barbatos: Through this space we can travel whereever we want to go. That's why no one can evade the devils of Hades.

Mc: Oh! So are we going to where Leviathan's coffin is?

Barbatos nodded

Meanwhile stars whipped past loudly and swiftly as though finding their way to Leviathan's coffin

Mc: But why aren't the other devils going to commemorate? Why is Leviathan going on his own?

Barbatos: Because it's a special graveyard that his Majesty Leviathan made himself.

Barbatos: Those buried there are the childhood friens of his Majesty Leviathan,the great king who build Hades.

The look on Barbatos' face darkens as he lays next to you and watched the stars past.

Barbatos: His Majesty Leviathan was kidnapped by angels when he was very young, he was raised and experimented on...and abused by them for a long time in Heaven after which he barely escaped.

Barbatos: Managed it out alive,might be better fitting...because as far as I know the other children all died

Young devils,kidnapped,death. The words should never have been connected in a sentence,hit you over the head in a succession.

Barbatos: At the time,four of the young devils,imprisoned with his Majesty sacrificed themselfs to help his Majesty Leviathan escape.

Barbatos: His Majesty Leviathan said he'll never leave alone but this is what they said to him

Barbatos: You'll become a kig,so cross the rivers of Heaven to return to Hell and build the strongest kingdom that will come save us. That will be fine.

Barbatos: That's what they told him....but they knew they woudn't be able to return. So they gave his Majesty the objects they treasure.

Barbatos: Those objects are said to be buried in the graveyard

It was impossible that young devils kidnapped to Heaven could have anything properly valuable that they could treasure

But whatever the objects were,there was no way that the ones entrusting the objects and the one being entrusted with them woudn't consider precious

Mc: (He visits the place where such things are buried...every year,alone..)

Barbatos saw you darken and smiled with pity.

Barbatos: I once visited the graveyard and saw their names written on the gravestones.

Barbatos: Numbers,1987,1988,1990,1992...

Mc: Numbers?

Barbatos: The angels would never have given proper names to young devils who were test subjects and entertainment!

Mc:...!

Young children who were called by numbers and not even proper names.

Leviathan was one of them.

Feeling like the noose was tightening around your neck,your eyes burned.

Barbatos: They were his Majesty's saviors and heroes of Hades

There was sadness in Barbatos' eyes

Barbatos: But his ordels didn't end there,even after the young heroes sacrificed their lives.

Barbatos: Because of the fact that he escpaed Heaven,his Majesty Leviathan and the devils of Hades had to prove that they were not spies from Heaven

Barbatos: And we had no choice but to determinate the country's rules stricly.

Barbatos: To show actions that do not harm Hell,to show their attitudes that are concerned the most for the safety of Hell

Mc: ( I think I have a vague idea of where Leviathan's sadness,responsibility and weight came from..)

Barbatos: Currently,Hades is the most hellish place in Hell with the strongest devil as king.

Barbatos: Once his Majesty Leviathan became king,he never missed out on visiting them on Halloween.

Barbatos: Even if that day he had the most brutal battle.

Perhaps it was because no matter how many brutal battles Leviathan had fought,he could never get over the horrors of his childhood.

The devils of Hades all said,that Leviathan was the most powerful king in Hell. Because he overcame such a big ordeal when he was young...it's understandable that he's the strongest devil.

You felt solemn and grave when you thought of the tragedy that Leviathan and all those nameless devils have endured

Barbatos: You're sad upon hearing this. You really are devilish.

Barbatos stroked your head softly with a large hand.

Just then you felt a dream-like situation you once experienced flash before your eyes.

(bg changes to Mc and Minhyeok's home at Earth)

Minhyeok: People don't experience bad things because they're bad people or because they have a reason to.

Minhyeok: They're just unlucky.

Minhyeok: At those times...people who don't collapse,resenting the unfairness of such fates are surely great.

Minhyeok: You're such a person.

(bg changes back to the universe)

Mc: ( I remember Minhyeok once said that to me...)

Whenever you felt sad about your parents deaths,Minhyeok consoled you like this.

Mc: ( Was there a devil saying things like this...to Leviathan too?)

Mc: It would have been nice if I was there with Leviathan at that time...oh,of course..I might not have been of help to him much..

Barbatos: I think the same way sometimes too. Because at that time,I also didn't know his Majesty Leviathan.

Barbatos smiles bitterly

Barbatos: And you would have been a great consolation to him,

Mc: How can you be sure?

Barbatos: Because you consoled me just now.

When Barbatos smiled at you brightly like the sun,the stars sprinting gloriously above your head slowly came to a stop.

Barbatos: It looks like we're connected to his Majesty Leviathan's coffin. Shall we get up?

Said Barbatos,moving closer as though embracing you,then covered your eyes with his hand.

(bg to darkness)

Barbatos: You can open your eyes now.

With Barbatos' voice,the hand covering your eyes receded.

At the same time,there was a creak-and the lid on Barbatos' coffin opened.

(bg changes to a graveyard)

When you opened your eyes and sat up,you felt your heart poundind a little.

Mc: ( This is strange..I'm going to face Leviathan's sadness. There's no way I should have butterflies in my stomach!)

And when you finally stood up and extracted yourself from the coffin.

You saw a black stone wall and a stone floor shining black and...

Leviathan on the floor,covered in blood

And not too far from him were scaterred angels who looked way worse

The dozends of angels were dead in a cyrcle around Leviathan

Mc: Leviathan!

Barbatos: Your Majesty!

You and Barbatos shouted in union and rushed towards the fallen Leviathan.

Leviathan was on the cold ground with his eyes closed,the rain pouring on his entire body.

The graves around him were perfectlly fine unlike Leviathan.His scarlet blood rain in puddles through the gaps in the stones.

Big and small wounds ripped his clothes and skin to make red traces on his pretty body.

Blades of light dug brutally in his muscles.

Mc: Leviathan!

Leviathan:....

When you knelt down to check on him,the rain and blood seeped into your knees

Barbatos quickly put his fingers below Leviathan's nose and placed hia ears on his wounded chest.

Then he grabbed your shoulders with a rare dark expression.

Barbatos: It looks like I should go.

Mc: W-Where to?!

Barbatos: Every sceond matters. It looks like his Majesty Leviathan is in critical condition.

Barbatos: I will return immedietlly to thw place and bring back the devil who can heal his Majesty.

Barbatos: Until then please stay by his side...son/daughter of Solomon.

You tried to make an expression that was reliable as possible and nodded to Barbatos.

Mc: I'll be waiting.

Barbatos didn't even reply to you properly as he went back in his coffin and hurriedly closed the lid with a boom!

You stared at the large coffin that swallowed Barbatos and looked back at Leviathan.

Mc: S-still..h-he's still alive...it will be alright...Yeah its going to be alright...

Mc: (because if Leviathan really did die,Barbatos woudn't go looking for a doctor.)

You clutched Leviathan's cold hand and muttered.

Normally he would say 'I will hang you if you don't unhand me' in disgust but right now he was unmoving with his eyes closed.

It began to rain harder,turning the air cold.

Leviathan was laying on the cold floor like he was cold,you felt sorry for him.

Afraid that his body might go completly cold you bend over to resusicate him.

But just then the most feeble white steam curled out od his mouth.

Mc: ( It's weak...but he's breathing properly)

Touched you looked down at his mouth.

Leviathan:....

Mc: (Leviathan...is mumbling something)

Between his light breathing Leviathan was quietly saying something.

Leviathan: Run now...I'll hold...them back...here...

Mc: ...!

Leviathan who was collapsed on the floor started shouting despretlly at someone.

You precipitously stared at the pieces of gravestones that rolled next to him.

Studying a few perfectly intact graves compared to the others who now looked close to ruins.

You could easily guess that Leviathan sacrificed himself to protect them.

Leviathan: This time...don't die..

Leviathan's old sadness creeped out his mouth and scattered into the cold air.

Mc: Leviathan..come back..Your nightmare is over now...please come back from that memory that's colder than here...

You begged Leviathan with a tearful voice,shaking his shoulders and gently slapping his cheeks but he only minutely groaned.

Just when you thought you wanted him to stop saying those pitiful things,you found yourself kissing Leviathan.

When your temperature risen because of your tears touched Leviathan,his lips warmed up as though they were slowly thawing.

Mc: ( Please...if the souls that saved Leviathan before are here...please save him once more!)

Feeling guilty for asking the young souls who met such a merciless end for a favor,tears flowned down your cheeks.

Your hot tears ran down your cheeks and sepped into yours and Leviathan's lips.

Flash!

Just then a clear blue light shone between Leviathan and your lips.

Leviathan: ....

Leviathan's eyelids twiched...and slowly opened.

Leviathan: Solomon...

Leviathan:...his son/daughter.

Mc: Leviathan!

Leviathan momentarily pulled a confused expression as though he coudn't disentangle reality from his dream.

Maybe he was feeling confused between the borders of life and death and not fiction from reality.

He was scrowling because of the pain but watched you with a vague look in his eyes.

Mc: Leviathan,are you awake...?

Leviathan: ...What happened?

Mc: That's what I wanted to ask! What went on here?

Mc: I came because it was the appointed time and you were on the ground in a mess like this!...

Leviathan: Ahh...

Only then did Leviathan scrowl his pretty forehead as though he just remembered what had happened before he collapsed.

Leviathan:It looks like there were spies in Hades. Since angels knew I was alone and attacked this place on time.

Mc: Spies?! In Hades?!

Leviathan: It's not suprising.

Leviathan: But...these angels were crafty. I would have ripped into them if they attacked me from close by,but they threw a chakram made of light from afar...

Leviathan: Urgh...

Mc: Leviathan...!

Leviathan bit his lips and curled up as though he was in pain.

You bit your lips harder than Leviathan and cried in sadness.

Mc: ...I heard from Barbatos. About what is buried here in this graveyard and how important it is to you.

Mc: But still,protecting them at the cost of your own self like this...!

Mc: That's...even they woudn't want that!

You said and closed your eyes tightly.

You did so because you found it hard to see Leviathan in pain,but also because you were afraid of his cold comment that would follow.

However...you thought Leviathan would say 'what does that have to do with you?' as he normally did,but he was only staring at you with a dreamy look in his eyes.

Mc: ...Leviathan?

Leviathan: I cherished this place..out of atonement for them.

Leviathan: What's more,their intact remains aren't even buried under these tombstones. I know that.

Leviathan said,his eyes on you.

Leviathan: I can simply build my broken heart again and make new tombstones to remember them.

Mc: Then why would you go to these lenghts to...

Leviathan: That's not what I was trying to protect.

Leviathan took something out of his pocket with a click of his tongue. It seemed like the slightest movements made the wounds covering him throb.

And handed the thing he took out to you.

Mc: Isn't this...?

Leviathan: You..don't tell me you're going to say you forgot what you came all the way here for?

( They're rare jewels that allow you to get closer to the person you love)

Mc: Don't tell me..this is what you were trying to protect...

Your hands trembled so much that you coudn't take the purple jewel from Leviathan's hands.

Leviathan: It is a rare jewel. But if you say you don't like it now...

Drop...

You almost snatched it out of his hands before Leviathan even finished talking and cried.

Mc: *sobbing* Leviathan,you really are..an idiot!!

Just when you shouted,wiping away the tears from your eyes with the hand holding the jewel.

Flash-!

A tremendous light burst from the jewel that was drenched with your tears.

Leviathan: ...?!

While you and Leviathan were both startled,the light emanating from the jewel surrounded you both.

Then,our body that had been feeling so cold you had,began to heat up and your palm touching Leviathan began to burn.

Just when you were about to let go of Leviathan's hand in suprise,he held on harder so your hand woudn't run away.

Mc: Leviathan..?

Leviathan: (looking flushed af) Ugh...what the...Hell is going on..

Leviathan glared at the jewel in your hand and panted.

You both knew as soon as you saw the other,about what your states were like.

The energy flowing from the jewel had entered Leviathan and your bodies, and was egging your impulse and desires.

Your feverish red eyes took in every part of Leviathan's body.

The scarlet blood oozing out of his wounds looked sweet to the taste and his pale cheeks seemed to be waiting for your hot hands.

Leviathan: *gulp* ...

Like the masterpiece of masterpieces that God made,the delicate color of his hair he alone possesed shone even more myseriously in the rain.

Then,Leviathan's eyes met yours.

Although you coudn't see in yourself in the mirror,you could instinctively feel that you had the same expression as Leviathan.

Mc: ( Leviathan...wants me now too...I can feel it...)

But Leviathan was currently severly wounded. You coudn't act on your desires in a situation like this...

Leviathan: Get over here.

Leviathan reached his hand off the floor and pulled your arm.

There was only one answear you knew in a situation like this.

Mc: Okay...!

You bend over as Leviathan led you.

#whb #what in hell is bad #whb leviathan #whb spoilers #whb glasyalabolas #whb foras #whb barbatos

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fanby-fckry · 1 month

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Remember when I said I stayed up all night writing an entire Alastor version of Poor Unfortunate Souls?

Well, I originally intended to just switch up the lyrics, but now there are a lot more stage directions and some additional dialogue in there too.

It’s in the same format as the song lyric site I got the original lyrics from, because I did not expect to be doing all this, lol. It was just supposed to be a lyric swap.

More actions will probably be added when I translate this into my usual format, as well as better descriptions, but I swear, this was just meant to be lyrics and a little but of dialogue!

[Alastor, spoken]

The only way to get what you want is to become an angel, yourself.

[Charlie, spoken]

And you can do that? Just turn a demon into an angel?

[Alastor, spoken]

Why of course! Provided the demon in question is you.

The transformation would be impossible for a Sinner, but biologically speaking, you’re halfway there already!

[Charlie, spoken]

But… why? Why would you help me?

[Alastor, spoken]

Because, my dear – this is what I do. It’s what I live for.

Well, as much as any Sinner can live, hahaha!

[Alastor turns to Husk and Niffty, Niffty laughs with him while Husk rolls his eyes; Alastor turns his attention back to Charlie]

[Sung]

I admit that in the past I’ve been quite nasty

They weren’t kidding when they called me, well, a witch

But you’ll find that nowadays

I’ve mended all my ways

Repented, seen the light, and made a switch

[Spoken]

True?

[Husk shakes his head in the background; Alastor ignores him]

Yes.

I won’t deny my decades of terrorizing the masses, but my work became mundane, aimless… Who knew death upon death upon death could get so damn boring!

So, here I am! With a new lease on my Afterlife.

Helping unfortunate demons such as yourself in an effort to keep myself from slipping further into the bottomless pit that is boredom.

And truly, it is quite rewarding! Offering hope to those poor Souls with no one else to turn to.

[Sung]

Oh, I fortunately know a little magic

It’s a talent that I always have possessed

And here lately, for a laugh

I use it on behalf

[Alastor conjures up silhouettes representing Husk and Niffty; Husk’s silhouette is of his demon form, with a shadow that looks suspiciously like Alastor’s looming over it; meanwhile Niffty’s is human]

Of the miserable, the lonely, and depressed

[Spoken, as an aside to the real Husk and Niffty]

Pathetic

[Husk narrows his eyes and deepens his frown but says nothing; Niffty seems unbothered]

[Sung]

Poor unfortunate Souls

In pain, in need

[Referencing the silhouette of Husk]

This one needs to be a winner

[Referencing the silhouette of Niffty]

That one wants to get a man

And do I help them?

[Alastor snaps his fingers, and the silhouettes change; Husk’s is surrounded by poker chips and celebrating with other people while Alastor’s shadow lurks in the crowd; Niffty’s is in a wedding dress and veil, standing at the altar with a groom]

Yes, indeed!

Those poor unfortunate Souls

So sad, so true

They come flocking to my tower

Crying, “Spells, Alastor, please!”

And I help them!

Yes I do

Now it's happened once or twice

[Alastor gives the ‘pay up’ gesture to Husk and Niffty’s silhouettes]

Someone couldn't pay the price

[Both silhouettes both shake their heads]

And I'm afraid I had to rake them ‘cross the coals

[The poker chips, party-goers, and Niffty’s husband disappear; Niffty’s silhouette is transformed into her demon form, and both silhouettes are collared with green chains around their necks]

Yes I've had the odd complaint

[Husk flips Alastor off from just offscreen]

[Brief Alastor nun outfit appearance]

But on the whole I've been a saint!

[Alastor returns to his usual outfit]

To those poor unfortunate Souls

[Alastor, spoken]

Now, here’s the Deal. I’ll make you a potion that will turn you into an angel – wings, halo, all that jazz – for three days. Do you hear me?

[Spoken, with increased radio static]

Three days.

[Spoken, normally]

Now listen closely, my dear, because part this is important. Before the sun sets on the third day, you’ve got to get your precious angel to fall in love with you.

That is to say, she has to kiss you.

[Alastor pauses, as if trying to remember something]

That’s an appropriate measurement for romantic love, right?

[Charlie, spoken]

Uh, sort of?

[Angel Dust, spoken]

Not really.

[Husk stifles a laugh; Alastor waves his hand dismissively]

[Alastor, spoken]

Well, I’m sure you two can hash out the details later! For the sake of our Deal, you only need her to kiss you. But she needs to be the one to initiate it! No cheating!

If she does kiss you before the sun sets on the third day, you can keep the halo, permanently.

But! If she doesn’t, then you turn back into a demon, and…

[Spoken, sinisterly with increased radio static]

You belong to me.

[Angel Dust makes an aborted movement as if to grab Charlie and run, but freezes; Sir Pentious raises a hand]

[Sir Pentious, spoken hesitantly]

Um, Princessssss-

[Niffty tackles Sir Pentious; Angel Dust startles at the movement; Husk comes and sits next to Angel Dust]

[Husk, spoken to Angel Dust]

Sorry, kid. It’s up to your friend whether or not she falls for his bleeding heart bullshit.

[Alastor snaps his head 180 degrees to face Husk; his eyes briefly turn to radio dials as he flashes Husk a warning look; Alastor turns his attention back to Charlie, looking only his normal amount of creepy]

[Alastor, spoken]

So, do we have a Deal?

[Charlie, spoken]

If I become an angel… If I stay up in Heaven… I might never see my parents or my friends again.

[Alastor, spoken]

But you will have your lady love. Haha, existence is full of tough decisions, isn’t it? It looks like you’ve got one hell of a choice to make, sweetheart! Ha!

Oh, and there is one more thing.

We have yet to discuss the subject of payment. You can’t get something from nothing, you know.

[Charlie opens her mouth to speak, only to be interrupted by Alastor before she can get a word out]

I’m not asking much, just a token really, a trifle!

[Charlie, spoken]

You... You want my soul?

[Alastor, spoken sinisterly with increased radio static]

Your Soul?

[Alastor, spoken normally]

Heavens, no.

What I want from you, my dear, is…

[Alastor hooks his microphone under Charlie’s chin]

[Spoken darkly with almost no radio static]

Your voice.

[Charlie, spoken confused]

My voice?

[Alastor, spoken]

Yes indeedy, sweetheart!

[Alastor counts out each point on his fingers]

No talking, no singing

[Alastor boops Charlie on the nose]

Not one single peep out of you during your Heavenly courtship.

[Charlie, spoken]

But without my voice, how can I-

[Alastor, sung]

You’ll have your looks.

[Alastor pinches Charlie’s cheeks]

That charming smile!

[Spoken]

And if all else fails…

[Alastor spins Charlie around, reminiscent of the way he did in the pilot during his ‘I want to watch the scum of the Earth struggle’ speech]

You could always try interpretive dance!

[Angel Dust, spoken]

Or you could write shit down.

[Alastor, spoken]

Well, that’s a lot less fun. But sure! Why not?

Just keep in mind…

[Sung]

The folks Upstairs don’t like a lot of blabber

They think a girl who gossips is a bore!

[Alastor starts gathering ingredients for the potion]

Yes, in Heaven it’s preferred for ladies not to say a word

And after all dear, what is idle prattle for?

[Alastor starts throwing bottles over his shoulder and into the cauldron]

Haha! Angels aren’t all that impressed with conversation

[Alastor bends backwards so that his head is upside-down and facing Charlie; for a moment his deathmark is visible]

It passes right between their Holy ears

[Alastor puts himself in a more normal position and his deathmark disappears; he batts his eyes and poses, flicking his ear on the word ‘fawn’]

But they dote and swoon and fawn

[Alastor briefly turns away and rolls his eyes while Charlie can’t see]

On a lady who's withdrawn

[Alastor takes out what appears to be a human tongue and throws it into the cauldron]

It’s she who holds her tongue who perseveres.

Come on you poor unfortunate Soul

Go ahead!

Make your choice!

[Alastor conjures an illusion of Vaggie, staring lovingly at Charlie]

I'm a very busy demon and I haven't got all day

It won't cost much

[Alastor bursts through the illusion, smiling maniacally]

Just your voice!

You poor unfortunate Soul

It's sad but true

[Alastor wraps one arm around Charlie]

Nothing comes without a price, my dear

I’m sure you understand

[Alastor spins Charlie again, this time throwing her off balance and almost causing her to fall into the potion; she braces herself on the edges of the cauldron]

Take a gulp and take a breath

[Alastor offers his hand, which is glowing ominously green; his antlers are grown out]

And go ahead and take my hand

[Alastor watches Charlie’s reflection in the cauldron as she visibly steels herself to accept the Deal]

[Spoken as an aside]

Husker, Niffty, now I've got her, ha!

[Sung]

The boss is on a roll

[Charlie picks herself up, turns to Alastor, and shakes his hand]

This poor unfortunate Soul!

#fanby’s fuckery #the little demon au #fanfic snippet #fanfic sneak peek #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel au #alastor #charlie morningstar #chaggie #husk hazbin hotel #niffty #angel dust #sir pentious

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onceuponastory · 9 months

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a perfect fit - bucky barnes x reader

Plot: After fleeing the Royal Ball, Y/N knew she had no chance of ever seeing the Prince again. But Prince Bucky is determined to find her. Pairing: Prince!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader Warnings: Mentions of abuse and violence, blood, being cut by glass, Y/N’s stepfamily belittling and degrading her, Y/N doubting herself, and her parents dying. Also the cheesy fairytale love at first sight tropes and all that good stuff I love so much, hahaha. As always, if I miss any triggers, please let me know! Notes: This is part two of my Cinderella AU, because I’m a sucker for a happy ending... and writing PrinceCharming!Bucky, as it turns out. You can read part one here if you haven’t already.

Not beta’d, so any mistakes are my own.

When she awakens the next morning, for a moment Y/N thinks the night before was little more than a dream. It’s only when she sees the glass slipper beside her bed, shining in the early morning light, that she remembers how real it all was. The memories come flooding back. She really did dance with Prince Bucky, and spent the whole night with him. Unfortunately, now she has to go back to her regular life. But that doesn’t mean she can’t hold onto the memories a little while longer. After hiding the slipper, she soon busies herself making breakfast for her stepfamily, whilst pretending like nothing happened at all.

Inside, though, she’s so happy that she wants to burst.

“Good morning.” She smiles, placing down each plate and teacup in front of her stepmother and stepsisters. “How was the ball?” She asks, trying to hide her grin. All she can think of is Prince Bucky, and the warmth of his smile. The way he looked at her still makes her heart beat that much faster.

“It was awful.” One of her stepsisters huffs, and Y/N raises a brow.

“Really? How so? You were dressed so beautifully. I thought Prince James would’ve been enthralled by you.” It still feels odd to call him Prince James, rather than Bucky. In the few hours they spent together, the pair really connected, as if they were close friends. But that only reminds Y/N of how she’s never going to see him again.

“Prince James didn’t even look at us! Some other princess caught his attention, and he spent the WHOLE NIGHT WITH HER!” she whines.

“And then she just ran away from him!” The other gasps. “Imagine running away from Prince James! She doesn’t even know how lucky she was!” As her stepsisters continue to wail about how unfair everything is, Y/N nods along, feigning shock. Although, all she wants to do is laugh. Her stepmother and stepsisters have tormented her for so long, yet they couldn’t even remember what she looks like, too ignorant to realise it was her that Prince Bucky wanted. The mystery princess they’re talking about is right under their noses.

“Didn’t you hear? She left one of her shoes behind. The Prince is searching for her now.” When she hears that, Y/N almost drops the plate she’s holding in shock. He’s looking for her. Maybe she has a chance after all. A part of her wants to tell the three of them the truth right there and then and rush out to find Bucky. But she can’t. Not now. She has to wait for the opportunity to present itself. But she can’t stop a little happiness from peeking through. As her stepfamily eats, Y/N refills their tea and fetches more food for them, humming a happy tune to herself.

“You seem rather… happy this morning.” Her stepmother frowns. “More so than usual, anyway.”

“Do I, stepmother? I hadn’t noticed. I suppose it’s just such a wonderful sunny day that I guess I’m in a sunny mood.” She chuckles, paying no mind to her words. Yet, it’s enough to get her stepmother thinking. The tune Y/N is humming seems so familiar, and she’s never seen her so happy before. Something must have happened whilst they were gone.

“How about you? What did you do while we were gone?” For a moment, Y/N’s eyes widen slightly, only adding to her stepmother’s suspicion.

“Well, I finished my chores and then… I read my book for a while before bed. Nothing too exciting.” Y/N replies. Yet, her stepmother remains unconvinced. She knows she’s hiding something, she just doesn’t know how to prove it.

But she’ll find out what it is. One way or another.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

When she finally has a free moment, Y/N rushes back upstairs, ready to think about the night before. She closes the door, finally letting out a small, happy squeal.

“I believe this is yours, isn’t it?” A voice speaks from behind her, the sudden noise making her jump. When Y/N turns, she sees her stepmother standing there. As soon as she sees what she’s holding, Y/N’s stomach drops. Gripped tightly in her stepmother’s hands… is her remaining glass slipper. “Imagine that. A glass slipper. Just like the one belonging to the mystery girl Prince James is so desperately looking for.” She gets up, stalking towards Y/N. “And yet, I found it in my stepdaughter’s bedroom. When she was under explicit instructions not to attend the ball.” The entire time, her voice remains eerily calm and monotone. With each step she takes, getting closer and closer to her each time, Y/N’s heart pounds so strongly it could break through her ribcage. “It is yours, isn’t it?” She hisses, and Y/N nods, deciding it would be best to accept whatever’s coming her way than to lie.

“Yes, it’s mine. And Prince Bucky’s looking for me now.”

“Oh, Prince Bucky, is it?” Her stepmother scoffs. “Searching for you or not, do you really think he’d want you when he realises what you truly are? Just a pitiful, lonely and dirty servant girl with no money or dowry to her name?” Her words register something deep within Y/N. The same shame she felt when she fled the ball. When she ran from the kindest man she ever met, and the best chance she ever had. Y/N’s stomach twists, and she registers tears pricking at her eyes. Yet, she remains strong.

“I cannot trust that he will want me. But that is my slipper, and you said yourself that he’s looking for me. I still deserve the chance to win his hand.”

“Very well. How about a deal?” Her stepmother suggests, and Y/N raises a brow. “When the Prince arrives, we tell him the truth. And I’ll help support you in your new role and life.” Y/N listens intently, waiting for the catch. She’s been living here for long enough that she knows better than to trust her stepmother. “But of course, I’ll need to help your new husband too, no doubt. After all, he’s foolish enough to want you as his wife. So you will make me your royal advisor. All decisions go through me. Deal?”

“No.” The word causes Y/N’s stepmother to blink in surprise for a moment. Quickly, she regains her composure, yet her brows remain furrowed in confusion.

“I’m sorry?”

“No.” Y/N repeats. “I want the Prince to find me more than anything… but not with your ‘help’. He is the most wonderful person I have ever met, and I refuse to let you treat him as cruelly as you treat me. So.” She takes a breath. Despite the courage flowing through her veins, she can already feel the sick taste of regret, and the worry that she’s throwing her last chance away is beginning to build. But she’d rather be stuck here for the rest of her life if it meant Bucky and the others in the kingdom were safe. “My answer is no.”

She expects her stepmother to start sputtering or yelling, to call her all the names she’s accustomed to hearing by this point. Because that’s what she always does. But that’s not what happens. Instead, her stepmother simply stands up straighter and walks towards her, completely silent. With each step she takes, Y/N feels her heart pounding faster and louder. She considers running, but she can’t even take a step. She’s frozen, waiting for what’s coming.

“You ungrateful brat.” Her stepmother hisses, finally reaching her. As she backs Y/N up against the wall, she towers over her. Despite the stones digging into her back, Y/N stands firm, showing her stepmother that she isn't scared of her anymore. “After your fool of a father died and left us with next to nothing, I made sure you still had a home! And when I ask for something in return, for a moment of thanks, you throw it back in my face.”

“Don’t speak about my father like that!” Y/N demands. “He may not have had a lot, but he still loved me. He loved us. All you have done is treat me awfully. I have nothing to thank you for.” A harsh slap suddenly hits her cheek, stunning Y/N into silence for a moment. Her stepmother has only ever called her cruel names, and treated her like a servant. She’s never hit her before.

“How dare you disobey me! What on earth makes you think that a servant girl like you deserves this over my daughters?!” Her stepmother hisses, her breath hot against Y/N’s cheek.

“Because that is my slipper. I am the one who danced with him.” Y/N repeats. Fully aware of the potential consequences, she looks her stepmother right in the face once more. “It proves that I’m the one he is looking for. He wants me.” Suddenly, her stepmother smirks, standing up a little straighter.

“Oh yes. So it is.”

And without another word, she raises the slipper into the air, and then smashes it against the wall. When the slipper hits the wall, it shatters, spraying glass everywhere. Although, the sound of Y/N’s cry blocks most of it out. She sinks to the floor, desperately trying to salvage what pieces she can before her stepmother can crunch them under her heel. Her vision blurred by tears, Y/N registers pieces of glass slicing into her palm and fingers, but she doesn’t care. She has to get these to show Bucky the truth. That it was her he danced with all night. Although she already feels like it’s hopeless. These are simply just smashed pieces of glass… they mean nothing. Especially not that they used to be a glass slipper. As the last shred of her hopes and dreams fade, Y/N sniffles, breaking down in silent tears.

“Clean this up.” Her stepmother orders, her voice back to the scarily calm, monotonous tone from only a few minutes ago. “And do not fill your head with such ridiculous fantasies again.” Then she slams the door shut, the sound ricocheting across the room. Y/N jumps up, ready to run out of the room after her, to fight for her future, her and Bucky’s future.

“Let me out! Please!” She begs, pounding on the door and trying to pull it open. But it doesn’t budge. Her stepmother must have locked it, trapping her inside. Her chance to get out of here is just as shattered as her glass slipper. Breaking down in tears, Y/N sinks to the floor once more, too tired to fight it.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

“Still no luck finding the mystery woman, Your Highness.” The Captain informs Prince Bucky, and he sighs.

“How many houses are left?”

“Just one.” Bucky nods. Although he still has some hope left that they will find his mystery princess, he’s been losing hope with every failed house search there is. He glances down at the slipper.

“Let’s hope the last house gives us some more luck, then.” Mounting his horse once more, they set off.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Sometime later, Y/N sits up, her body aching from laying on the cold and wooden attic floor. Her cheek throbs from where her stepmother slapped her, and her eyes are red and raw from crying. She doesn’t even know how long it’s been since her stepmother locked her in here. Bucky could’ve been and gone already. As the beams from the setting sun fill the room, the shards of her glass slipper sparkle, a cruel reminder of the happy ending she could’ve had. Now, it’s just as shattered as her slipper.

Y/N goes to the window, hoping that the sunset will at least cheer her up. As she gazes out of the window, she suddenly notices something. Men atop horses. She has no idea exactly how many, but there must be at least thirty. And they’re all outside the house. Y/N’s up too high to see everything clearly, but she recognises the deep blue of their uniforms.

It’s the Royal Guard. They’re here. She’s not too late. She still has a chance.

But how is she going to get their attention? Her stepmother locked her in, and she’s not strong enough to pull open the door or to break it down. She could try screaming or stomping her feet to prove someone is upstairs, but her stepmother would probably find her before they did. Y/N paces the room anxiously, muttering to herself, trying to think of a way to get their attention.

And then, something crunches under her foot. Glass. And then, she knows what she has to do. The walls of this attic room have been falling apart for decades, leaving stone pieces scattered around the room. If she breaks the window, she could alert them that way. Quickly, she grabs the biggest piece of stone that she can, rushing back to the window. Of course, hitting a member of the Royal Guard with a stone or raining broken glass down on them is not ideal, but it’s her only hope to get their attention. Bracing herself, Y/N raises her hand… and throws the stone at the window.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

“Thank you again for your time, ma’am.” The Captain nods.

“Of course.” Y/N’s stepmother replies. “I am sorry that your search wasn’t successful.” She smirks. Even if her daughters don’t get to marry the Prince, the fact that Y/N won’t either is more than enough solace for her.

Bucky walks back to his horse, unable to hide his disappointment. Maybe he’s destined never to find his mystery girl again.

“Wait! Stop!” a distant voice calls, stopping him in his tracks. “I’m up here! Wait!” The words send a jolt of hope through his body. Immediately, he turns around, marching back towards the house.

“Ma’am. You said there were no other eligible women in your household aside from your daughters, did you not?” Her eyes widen, and she stammers.

“Well, there’s only my stepdaughter, but it can’t be her, she’s just a servant girl, nobody important.” Bucky hates the way she talks about her stepdaughter, as if she’s not a valid member of this household because she’s not related to her by blood. He remembers the mystery woman’s apprehension, and how afraid she was to let him help. And things suddenly make sense. If someone who speaks so terribly about her is 'taking care' of her, it's no surprise she didn't want him too close. Although, this only spurs on his desire to find and help her.

“Her status does not matter. What matters is you lied to the Royal Guard, and to your Prince.” He states. “Now, let us pass.” He orders.

Upstairs, Y/N nervously wrings her hands. Ever since she broke the window, she’s been waiting for her stepmother to burst into the room and punish her. She’s spent the last few minutes trying to think of an explanation that will save herself, but her brain has turned up empty each time. And that’s why she’s also considering making a break for it. When she registers the sound of the key in the lock turning, she sighs.

“Stepmother, I just wanted-”

“Hello again.” Prince Bucky smiles. Y/N gasps. As the fear leaves her body, she takes an enormous sigh of relief. It feels like an immense weight has just been lifted off her shoulders.

“Am I dreaming?” She asks, and he chuckles.

“I was going to ask you the same thing.” He steps closer, taking in every inch of her. “It is you.” He whispers, still grinning. And something deep in Y/N’s stomach flutters. Suddenly, he notices the mark on her cheek. Immediately, his face hardens. “Who did this to you?”

“It was my stepmother. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you the truth, I was afraid she’d find me, and-” He takes her hand, cutting her off. He grips it tightly and protectively.

“There is no need to apologise, my love. She will never hurt you ever again. She won’t even be allowed near you again. You have my word.” Y/N nods. Even now, when he holds her hand, she can feel the same care and love from the night before. “Now. If you’ll allow me, my lady…” Bucky smiles. He holds out the remaining glass slipper, ready to slip it onto her foot. But first, Y/N knows she has to tell him the truth.

“Prince Bucky, my name is Y/N. I’m not a Princess, or a noblewoman. I’m more of a servant than anything. In fact, that’s why my stepfamily calls me Cinderella. I don’t have any family, or dowry I can offer. Even though I am the person who danced with you at the ball… I still don’t know what will happen once that slipper fits, or if you’ll even want me afterwards.” She can feel tears rolling down her cheeks, but she doesn’t stop. “But I love you. And I hope you will take me as I am.”

Bucky smiles, gazing at her like she hung the moon. “Of course I will. I don’t care about your title or what dowry you can bring. All I care about is the person behind it. And I love you… Y/N.” He whispers her name, almost as if he still cannot believe he finally gets to know it, or that he’s finally found her. Her name leaving his lips sounds so sweet, so loving. It’s been so long since she heard anyone say her name, let alone with no hostility in it. For the first time in a long time, she feels loved. “Now. Despite knowing the truth, every maiden in the kingdom has to try this slipper. Prince’s orders.” He reminds her, and she giggles.

“Of course, Your Highness.”

Y/N slips her boot off, and Bucky slides the slipper onto her foot. “It’s a perfect fit.” He beams. He takes her hand, running his thumb along her knuckles. “My princess.” He whispers.

Slowly, he leans in closer, tilting his head towards hers, and Y/N rises to meet it. The kiss is soft, yet passionate. In fact, it’s everything she could’ve dreamt of. He holds her in his arms again, keeping her safe from everything in the world. Soon, Bucky leads her downstairs, keeping a tight, protective grasp on her hand.

“In a way, I’m going to miss this place. Well, I enjoyed living here when it was just my parents and I.”

“Don’t worry, my love.” His nickname for her makes her smile, light heat settling on her cheeks. It’s a nice change from Cinderella. “We’ll both make sure nothing happens to it, and you can come visit whenever you want. I’m sure your stepfamily won’t be here for much longer.”

“And if they do stay?” Bucky chuckles.

“Trust me. My guards and I will make sure they don’t.” Y/N smiles, squeezing his hand.

“Thank you.”

When they reach the bottom of the stairs, her stepmother stands there, flanked by two guards. Reflexively, Y/N tenses. “It’s alright.” Bucky soothes. “I won’t let her hurt you ever again.” As they pass by her, Y/N can feel her stepmother’s glare burning through. As she begins to panic, Y/N registers Bucky squeezing her hand once more. Keeping her head held high, Y/N and Prince Bucky walk through the door, ready to start their new life.

Together.

The End.

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dreamcorechild · 6 months

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I would like to make a request? It's nearing halloween, and I had an idea. How would the Hantengu clones react to their significant other dressing up as them for Halloween? Like, would they approve or disapprove? (If you're too busy, I understand fully, and you can feel free to ignore my request; ☆)

AIZETSU:

You finished putting on the costume.. You looked in the mirror.. looking absolutely gorgeous.. You were thinking to yourself.. "Aizetsu is totally going to love this..!" Aizetsu is waiting for you to open the door. The silence was killing him. The door to your room was closed shut. And yet, He was dying of curiosity of what was behind that door. In reality, He knew.. But didn't want to acknowledge that you were a very beautiful woman. You had all the curves of a true woman.. And.. He was embarrassed of such things. "Y/N darling.. It's Aizetsu!~" He knocked on the door again..

"Coming, darling~!" You quickly ran to the door and opens it for him. You were indeed a beautiful woman, just as he expected. "Do you like it?" You asked with a flirtatious look that melted his heart. Aizetsu is standing their speechless as his face was covered in red. He was blushing so hard that he had to hide behind his hair to cover himself up. He didn't want you to see what he truly felt.. "Y/N.. Did you.. Did you dress up.. As what I'd normally wear..?" He was shocked, yet so pleased by it.

You giggled as you approached him. "Not only that, I also dyed my hair in your color~!" You wrapped your arms around him and laid your head on his chest. "I dressed up as you to show how much I love you, Aizetsu~!" You leaned in for a kiss. Aizetsu's face was completely red as he was too embarrassed to even say one thing. It was quite obvious what he wanted to say.. He was blushing profusely. He knew that you were going to do something of such.. He didn't have a problem with it at all. He felt as if his heart was beating so fast.. As if it needed to be cooled off with his love, Y/N..

Aizetsu grabbed you… And pulled you in. Closing his eyes, and sharing a long kiss with you. You melted in Aizetsu's embrace. you were truly grateful that you'd has a significant other as caring as him. As they finished their kiss, they looked at eachother and smiled, eyes filled with love and affection. "I love you, Aizetsu~!" you told him, still holding onto him. Aizetsu held You in a tight embrace, as if he was afraid of letting go of you. He was very happy to make you happy, And his feelings were overflowing him like a wave of sadness that he had to control at all times. "I love you too, Y/N.~"

He kissed you again, in a more gentle way. And sighed after..

KARAKU:

You finished putting on her costume. You looked in the mirror and smiled. Your boyfriend, Karaku, had been so sweet and encouraging. You couldn't wait to show off your cosplay to him. "You're taking too long in there.. Come out soon because if you don't.. My love, I'll come in~" You open the door and reveals your cosplay to Karaku. "What do you think, love?" You smiled and twirled in your costume for him.

He gasped.

"Woah, Y/N! You are looking stunning. You know? I'm getting this tingly sensation from seeing you in that cosplay.. Maybe my demonic energy is getting to me. Hahaha!" Karaku was speechless as his face turned red. He just stared at your chest for a while. "Uhhh… Y/N? Your chest is.. Uhm.. A bit.. Open."

"O-Oh! Hehe! Thanks, Karaku. For a moment, I thought you weren't going to like it." You giggled and looked down at her chest. "Oh, right. That's a little embarrassing." You covered your chest with your arms. "Sorry about that, love."

Karaku's smirk caught Your attention. You looked up and gasped as Karaku approached you. His demon-like features made his expression more sinister than usual. You felt a weird sensation in your chest. Could this be… lust? "You look so hot in that costume sweetie~" Karaku whispered in your ear. He put his arms around your waist. "It would be a shame if someone were to…" He smirked and squeezed your hips.

"Touch you~…"

UROGI:

The wings you had bought were truly magnificent. The quality of the feathers was top shelf and the sewing had been done with precision. They looked like they had just come off of a phoenix. The thought brought you joy, as wearing this costume for the cosplay convention would certainly be a memorable experience.. A few minutes passed… No sound… No footsteps… Nothing. But after a few more minutes of silence… A sudden loud Knock on the door was heard…

"Okay babe. I'm coming in." When he opened the door, he was taken aback by the majestic sight of his partner. You were a total cutie patootie in your cosplay outfit. He couldn't help but to let out a whistle as he eyes you up and down. "I know I'm late darling, but I'm so damn proud of you. You look stunning…" You felt a slight tingle of pleasure when your boyfriend complimented you. You decided to be playful with him, so you did a little spin to flaunt your costume, allowing your boyfriend to get a better look at your exposed chest. "Ooo la la! Looks like we're having Devil's food for dinner tonight."

Urogi cat calls with a smug grin. After admiring your appearance, he got an idea and decided to up the 'Spice' factor. He then pinned you on the wall and gave you a passionate kiss against your will, much to your surprise. Your boyfriend's actions took you by surprise, but despite this, you felt a strange sense of pleasure from the 'Spice' factor he added. Your eyes widened as you tried to push him away, but you eventually gave in to his passionate kiss, the both of you continuing to make out in the room.

"Ahahaha! Who's the Devil now? You or Me dear!?~"

Urogi kept his partner held against the wall and their tongues danced passionately in a heated kiss. All of your movements, your breath, your skin, everything becomes a symphony for him. An ecstasy for the senses that you have never felt in your life..

SEKIDO:

Sekido was starting to get annoyed when you haven't came out of your room "Hmmphh. What is taking so long? Does she know how important is this?" This time his voice grew angrier as he tapped his foot at the floor, waiting for you to come out "How long I must wait!" You heard Sekido's loud angry voice. "Hey! Could you stop being so loud?" You sounded annoyed when you told Sekido that.

Sekido was triggered and grew even angrier when you yelled at him, his eyes grew red and he muttered some foul words under his breath. "Why should I be quiet?! You're taking way too long!!" This time his voice was filled with anger and Vexation. "Do you know how important it is that we should be spending our time together?!" You shortly left the room and then revealed your cosplay costume that you just finished making.

"What do you think?" Sekido's expression changed to surprise once he saw that his lover was dressed up as him. "Oh… that is indeed.. a very… interesting look." Sekido tried to hold back his laugh when he saw you attempting to cosplay as him. You looked at Sekido and sighed. "Really? Well, I thought this would be a lovely surprise for you." You sounded disappointed when you saw Sekido laughing. Sekido stopped laughing when he noticed that his lover was disappointed with him from earlier.

"H-hey… I'm… just surprised, that's all." Sekido tried hard to hold back his blushing face when he saw you dressed up as him.. You looked at Sekido for a moment and then smiled. "Well, that is a better reaction. I bet you love it!" You chuckled and smirked at Sekido and then leaned towards him. Sekido, the demon of anger tried hard not to blush when his lover smiled and leaned towards him. "Welll… now that I see and… think about it, it… it's quite an interesting surprise." Sekido couldn't help but look at his lover, his eyes were gazing at you with such interest.

"Aww. Look at you. You are blushing." You chuckled and then went closer to Sekido, you then whispered into his ear.

"This costume isn't just a cosplay. It's you wearing my love for you…"

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happyk44 · 6 months

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The children of Neptune are overly attached to each other, loving each other, ready to kill for each other.

Children of Neptune who often dance together and move in the dance as a whole.

Here are two separate headcannons from the Anonymous post for your consideration.

The first is the attachment and Siblin relationship of the children of Neptune, I personally like the idea that the Children of Neptune are actually very attached to each other and Protective to each other.

something like "Only I have the right to beat my brother!" and "I am the mother figure of my sisters".

The second is the joint dance of the children of Neptune... this is already much more interesting.

Personally, I see it as one of the main parts of the Neptunalia festival — Neptune's children in long white togas call for rain and praising their father rush to hold hands and dance under the downpour.

They do this to please their father and to make him more favorable to the Romans.

I am interested in your opinion.

Once again, I couldn't shut up. Lmao, I actually went onto a lengthy tangent about my interpretation of Poseidon and Amphitrite, and how Neptune and Salacia differ from them. It was supposed to loop into the first part of your ask but it got away from me, sorry!

So to summarize my thoughts, let's start with Neptune's children and their attachment. Funnily I've actually been looking into schizoid personality disorder, and I think it suits how I interpret the kids. While I think having them being overly attached to one another and willing to kill for each other is a great idea, that concept belongs to the Hades/Pluto children for me. Neptune's kids are more reclusive, and don't really see the purpose in people, even in each other.

With the kids dancing together for Neptunalia, that is such a cute idea! And I think it's a really great idea, especially for the fresh water kids. Neptunalia was held on the hottest day of the year. As water babies, I think that heat, especially dry heats, tend to fuck up the kids a lot, so moving around to build up a sweat gives them some sense of relief, even if not by much. They also coax the water from the furthest reaches of sky to come down and quench them in the same rapid wiggly movements that modern day people do when trying to get the motion detection lights to come back on.

And, once again, further details below the read more. I would love to say I'll be able to keep my thoughts concise and not need a read more to save people's dashboards from a long scroll one day but, hahaha, that is super unlikely.

Starting with the Neptunalia dancing tradition, in the heydays when fresh water kids were much more frequent, this used to be a very common thing to see. Villages without a Neptune kid or with only one/mostly stormy seas-type children would call on the fresh water babies from other towns/villages to come over and partake in the festival.

It used to be a hope that their father would take notice of his children enjoying themselves and give them rain for the summer as a "thank you". There was also the thought that the presence of the children themselves would help to bring about rain, if Neptune ignored them. While the heat/drought might not allow rain to occur immediately with the kids alone, their dancing around to coax the clouds to rain would bring a shower shortly following the festival.

While the start of their dancing did begin as more wriggly attempt to bring relief to the heat/lack of water they were suffering from, it did develop into a ceremonial festival dance over time. Music would be typically performed by the locals, but occasionally by the chaotic siblings who would rather beat a drum than dress up and perform for others. While their hands would join at certain points in the dance, they always keep them fully raised to the sky,as though reaching out to coax the rain from the clouds. Their motions are delicate and as smooth as the gentle tides, as a sunshower.

Then they grow more and more intense. Their dancing stays just below a storm or torrential downpour, coaxing for a lot of rain but not destructive rain. There's no formal song, but some of the kids will sing out to their father. The air will feel wetter and wetter as they dance. People observing close by will note the dampness of their skin and clothes as the dancing ends.

As time went on and less fresh water kids were born with the stormy seas kids unwilling to participate in the dance, especially without their fresh water counterparts to pull them into it, the tradition became lost to time. At least in the public eye it did.

Privately the stormy seas kids would sometimes dance in honour of their father. It picked up a little more as the number of fresh water children decreased over the years. Like always, their moves flow like the waves on the seas. Their hands stay outstretched the sky while they speed up, thinking of rain, thinking of their father, thinking of wet cold relief from the heat and the dryness of their mouths.

Even kids born without a half-sibling to teach them the traditions find themselves swaying in silence. Well into the modern day, when respite from heat and thirst is much easier to find, they still dance, although it may look more like the rapid wriggling it did back in the beginning.

They don't know why this day (July 23rd is the presumed date of the festival, btw!) makes them want to drift around in increasing speed but it does. Maybe it's the call of their forgotten history blooming to life on the only day that had ever truly been theirs, maybe it's the connection to their ghostly siblings dancing far below the ground, maybe it's their father inspiring them not to forget their roots.

Going back to the first part, as I said my personal headcanon is that 1) Hades/Pluto's kids are the group that are overtly attached to each other and 2) Poseidon/Neptune's kids have an extremely limited loyalty. And at certain times in certain cases it can feel less like loyalty and friendship, and more like possession.

Think "the ocean loves you so much it drowns you to keep you" kind of vibes. I hint around this with Percy sometimes, given his fatal flaw his loyalty. But where Percy is able to expand his inner circle (which I always consider to be within canon: his mom, Grover, Annabeth, Estelle, and added through my fanon: Nico and Carter), they are much more limited and it requires a far greater effort for outside persons to achieve that.

Lately, I have been looking into schizoid personality disorder and, as I've said, I think it fits my interpretation of Neptune's kids. The stormy seas kids fit the overt traits given by the DSM-5, whereas the fresh water kids would showcase more covert traits rather than overt traits. General consensus I've seen across information and personal accounts given by people living with the disorder is the DSM-5 is more geared to the people who only have overt traits and leans closer to the extreme side of the disorder. It doesn't allow for varied presentations, and the description isn't fully accurate.

But, nonetheless, SzPD is much like an extreme introversion. People with SzPD prefer to live solitarily, and avoid engaging socially, not out of fear or anxiety, but just a general disinterest in social relationships. Many have noted that it's intimacy and emotions they are avoiding, not people. They may isolate from people they feel are engulfing them. Successful friendships are usually made and held online, where distance and space is easier to maintain.

ASD is a differential diagnosis (aka something to be considered and cancelled out before diagnosis is given) as the social difficulties overlap quite a bit. Despite the name, it is not related to schizophrenia, but is considered part of the schizo-spectrum. The reason I've found for this is because of the genetic similarities between the two.

Through Million's subtypes, most of the stormy seas kids would be considered affectless schizoids. Like a lot of schizoids, they do not see anything wrong with their lack of interest in people or forming friendships. The fresh water kids who have the disorder are probably more aware of that something differs between them and other people. Due to their covet traits, they would be considered "secret schizoids". Covert traits can be determined through Akhtar's profile.

So my opinion on the Neptune kids and their relationships with each other and others is the following, broken down for sake of ease.

The stormy seas kids:

Typically all kids who are born favouring the stormy destructive seas have SzPD. They tend to have more overt traits versus covert. They are not close to people and do not desire closeness. They will do whatever they can to avoid social situations. Making social events mandatory does not work. They would rather take punishment in solitude than have to socialize. If they are forced to attend events, they will isolate themselves, and come off as odd when they do have to speak with someone. Because of alexithymia, their typical emotional state would be best categorized as a persistent emptiness, hollowness, or nothingness. They do not express emotion. They are apathetic to need of others, including each other's. As a result, there is no emotional or even familial connection between them, even if they grew up with one another or raised each other. They do their best to be as self-sufficient as possible. Much of the Neptune/Poseidon's kids' knowledge of their powers comes as a "go with the flow, gut instinct" thing, so there's little need to interact there. Additionally, due to their self-sufficiency, asking for help isn't very common. However they will be okay to assist if needed so long as it is one-on-one, and the lesson only persists for a short period. They either have one or no friends. If they have a friend, it is always someone who gives them long periods of solitude in between interactions. This is typically a child/descendant of the Underworld. While I'm sure first assumption is that I'm talking about Pluto, I was actually thinking Nox (night) or Erebus (shadows) - aspects of nature often characterized by silence, coldness, and avoidance from people, especially in the past. The closeness of the friendship depends on the kid in question, and their level of the disorder, i.e. how close to the extreme side they are. Loss of this friendship, even if the friend in question has made it to the "inner circle", generally elicits no emotional reaction. At most they may have a background feeling of loss, without any physical indicators.

The fresh water kids with SzPD:

Some of the fresh water kids have SzPD. These kids would be classified as secret schizoids. Outwardly they present are engaging and sociable. As part of the mask, they may show emotion, but they actually suffer from alexithymia, unable feel or understand their emotions, unless they are at an extreme. If they are not masking, they will likely not express these extremes. Like their stormy seas siblings, they prefer to avoid social situations whenever possible. However, unlike their destructive siblings, they do desire closeness, and often fantasize about relationships.

Despite their desires, they lack the motivation to seek friendships. When they do make friends, it's a very small number - often between one to five. Closeness is often determined by how much space/breathing room these people give them. High attention or emotional needs lead to higher levels of detachment from the relationship. They prefer parallel play as a socializing activity versus direct interaction. Loss of these friendships causes a varied response. Friends within the inner circle will elicit a clear emotional response, although it may fade quickly. Depending on the cause of the loss, they are likely to lash out, whether the emotion remains or not. Those further out will have little to no response. Because of their ability to mask, they appear to be much closer to their siblings than they are. Lack of motivation and anhedonia makes bonding hard. Their own traits limits their ability to make an emotional connection. Most bonding activities are through silent activities, like fishing, or swimming. They like their siblings, but more in a "we are related, I have to like you" kind of way. It's not typically substantial.

The fresh water kids without SzPD:

They are more in tune with their emotions than their siblings with SzPD (obviously), but typically express those emotions at extremes. So vibrant happiness is shown, visceral anger is shown, but base level feelings are less so. However, they don't have the flat affect that their other siblings have. They generally look content, rather than empty, or sad. They are capable of feeling and understanding their own emotions. They have good relationships with other people. They like helping out. Like all their other siblings, they do enjoy alone time, but need less of it to be normal. Like the other fresh water kids, they usually only have a few close friends, about three to five, but are able to be close to all of them. Loss of these friends is very deeply felt and can cause a devastating reaction, either in a directly violent way or in a "I'm turning all your fresh water to salt water and causing a drought, fuck you" kind of way. With each other, they're much more willing to engage and bond. Again, due to the prevalence of the stormy seas kids, this is difficult but these fresh water babies are understanding. They will do silent bonding activities, but also engage more in a social aspect, speaking infrequently or having them help out with something. They keep to interactive activities so that their siblings can focus on the task they're doing and don't have to focus on the bonding aspect.

With the limited loyalty aspect, the stormy seas kids exhibit it close to my thoughts on Neptune and Salacia's relationship, where, as long as that one person is in the inner circle, that is the only person they listen to. The inner circle is significantly harder to reach for people than it is with their fresh water siblings. Like Neptune, they are unwilling to change themselves, but, like Salacia, any person that makes it to their inner circle will be fine with that.

On a possessive note, they usually have the thought of "this person is mine", but the emotion is not felt or expressed. Reactions regarding possessiveness are infrequent but always surprising to others. They never know the reason they reacted in such a way. Luckily, their uncaring attitude makes the "why" of a situation unimportant.

The fresh water kids with SzPD struggle to allow people into their inner circle, as the emotional aspect makes connectivity hard. They are more resistant to changing who or how they are. Even with the inner circle, they will lash out or isolate if they feel pressured to "tame" themselves. Unlike the stormy seas kids, they are capable of removing people from the inner circle.

(Because the requirement to join the inner circle of the stormy seas kids is to accept them as they are, they have no need to remove anyone)

They are also more possessive of their inner circle than their non-SzPD siblings, due to the clash in their desire to have close relationships, and their social anhedonia. It makes them less willing to lose their friends, despite their emotional detachment. Because of alexithymia, they don't recognize feelings of possession until it becomes too glaringly obvious.

The kids without SzPD present closer to a typical child of Poseidon. The inner circle is easier to gain access to for close friends and family than it is for their siblings, but is more limited in space than it may be for a child of Poseidon. Removal from the inner circle requires a massive betrayal. Adapting themselves for the people in their inner circle is not difficult. Possessiveness depends on the situation, and/or the kid. They can recognize it pretty quick.

And there we go! 👍

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peachsayshi · 2 years

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Hello my love and brain rot partner hehhe as requested here is my humble request

May i pretty please have some “The way you love me” Gojo jealous hcs? Hehehe I enjoyed that waaaay too much

NOTE: Thank you, lovely! ❤️ I am so sorry this took me so long but I didn’t want to give away any spoilers just in case! Hahaha Again, I have added the keep reading tab because this turned out longer than expected. This one is for all of you who read The Way You Love Me - some more of Gojo being jealous ;)

Jealous Gojo x Reader

minors and ageless blogs dni

Gojo who met Haru for the first time and didn’t realize just how uncomfortable it would be for him to watch you dote all over your boyfriend.

Gojo who clenches his jaw every time you tease Haru with soft kisses, and wondered to himself what it would feel like to have your pretty lips brush his skin instead.

Gojo who rolled his eyes every time you forgave Haru because he was busy astonishing you with his romantic grand gestures. He can’t help but scoff to himself, because don’t you realize that he would willingly spoil you out of affection, without having to bribe you for your forgiveness? The man would hand you the world on a gold platter if you merely asked him to.

Gojo who picks up on the fact that you’re the only one who keeps the conversation flowing while he and Haru exchange weary glances at each. Your friend doesn’t trust him one bit, and there was something about Haru that always rubbed him the wrong way.

Gojo who found satisfaction in the unspoken truth that Haru was intimidated by him. He’s thought about the many ways he could lure you from under this trance, but your eyes never radiated with such beauty when you looked at him.

Gojo who should be happy for you, but wonders if you can also feel the spark that ignites when you’re alone together. Do you ever think about the possibility of what it would be like to cross these boundaries?

Gojo who made it a habit to fuck strangers as a distraction in order to subdue the jealousy that was starting to drive him crazy.

Gojo who happily accepted the narrative of you thinking he was a playboy because he didn’t want to admit the truth. He let you make your comments, your assumptions, but you had no idea that the only he person he pictured when he came…was you.

Gojo who thought it would get easier after you broke up, but forgetting that his friend was an absolute knock out who always drew the eyes of many men.

Gojo who recognized that you never noticed their stares and would randomly place his arm around your shoulder, or brush his knuckles across your cheek in public to deter the others from admiring you with any suggestive thoughts.

Gojo who always had an excuse ready when you asked him what he was doing. “You’re the perfect arm rest…” / “Sorry, there was something on your face..” - but his subtle actions were enough to paint a more intimate picture between you both.

Gojo who would get frustrated when you sought him out for advice on dating but put aside his own annoyance because he just wanted to see you smile again after your break up.

Gojo who swallowed hard as you nervously checked yourself out in the most sinful dress he’s ever seen you wear, ignoring the way the blood rushed between his legs when you asked him for his opinion.

Gojo who stated: “You look hot, but I think the guy might get the wrong idea…”, and he watches your face fall as your brows scrunch with confusion. “What do you mean?”, you ask.

Gojo who bluntly replies with: “That’s a “fuck me” dress, right?” so casually that he almost relishes in the horrifying look on your face. He nonchalantly shrugs his shoulders, “I’m just being honest here…”

Gojo who exhales happily when you decide to change into a pair of jeans and a loose white blouse instead, but later that night jacks off to the idea of fucking you with the dress still on.

Gojo who spent years coming terms with his own jealousy but did everything in his power to ensure that it never trickled into your friendship.

You meant the world to him, and he wasn’t willing to lose you over his own vices.

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goatakiart · 11 months

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Please don't forget me (Part 3)

(Mirage x Reader)

Art by me 💕

Warning! (Adult themes, triggering topics, blood, alcohol etc.)

A week later

Mc visits the bar with the other legends. Every month, they have a drinking party to celebrate being still alive, and it has become a tradition. Naturally, she never went to a party with Mirage since they partnered up after the last party.

She's dressed to the nines, a black, backless, mid length tight dress with long sleeves and stiletto heels, half her hair tied in a bun with a golden flower accessory. She is not familiar with this kind of clothes, so it's hard to walk or do anything. She waves at everyone and chat about each others adventures, she finds herself joking around with Fuse about Mirage's suicidal tendencies in the battlefield for some time, it's fun being around her friends but she still finds herself eyeing the door from time to to time in case Mirage makes it to the party, she knows he wouldn't miss it even if he had to come crawling. Wattson makes her way to mc, holding two cocktails. She sits and gives her one,"Thank you, Wattson." Mc immediately grabs the drink and gulps it in one sip, still eyeing the door, Wattson pats her shoulder."Is he the reason you dressed so fancy today?" She chuckles teasingly, "You already gulped down 5 cocktails." Mc turns her head to the bar to order a tequila."Yes--I mean no. I just felt like it. Anyway, these cocktails feel like a childish drink. Even if I drank 50, I wouldn't feel a thing." Wattson rests her head on her hand and gives mc a silly expression, wiggling her eyebrows."Then I guess it doesn't matter he's on the door right now." Mc's golden eyes widen, she gulp down the tequila in one go and turn around to check, he wears a navy blue silk suit, a white buttoned top and a black corset vest with velvet flowery patterns, on top of all that, his curls are taken cared of and fluffier than ever, her heart skips a beat at the view, she hastily turns her head to the bar in panic "One more tequila please! I really need a drink right now." Wattson gets up."I think he's coming this way, sis!" she chuckles again, "Wait!" Mc tries to whisper at her in full panic, side eyeing her, trying not to look any other way in embarrassment."Have fuuuun!!" Wattson says as she's ignoring mc's cries for help and leaving her to fend for her own.

She can hear Mirage's voice approaching as he greets everyone, but her eyes are fixed on her drink as she plays dumb.

He sits next to mc on the place Wattson was "Well hello there, beautiful lady!" He greets in a seductive tone. She won't dare to answer or move. She doesn't know if she should be flustered or cringe with his greeting."How is your night at the party? I gave this bar the most exqu-exquisiv-- the best drinks! You know I almost died the other day. Did you watch the show, I assume? Soooo maybe you could care for me today? Have a drink together? haha..." Not being able to contain her disappointment anymore, she her head to face him in desperation."Please shut up...." he suddenly drops the confident man act."HOLY COW! it's yo--- I mean, I knew, haha...hahaha...." He tries to fix his clothes and hair knowing full well he embarrassed himself, she rolls her eyes, turning her head to her drink once more, touching it with her fingertips to raise it and have a sip "Maybe you should go carry that act to someone else and leave me alone hm?" She is annoyed, jealous even - does he just go around saying this stuff to anyone? She tries to ignore these feelings. He laughs awkwardly. "I mean, I fixed my eyes on you first, so that means something,right?... Maybe you're the only one who can match my beauty!" He raises his eyebrows while tilting his head to her side, waiting for a reply, he gives her an expression she can't really ignore, her heart rate is rising but she is still trying to play it cool "I mean, at least my match is good looking..." he forms a satisfied smile on his face, looking more confident than ever, mc tries to smirk, however she still finds herself gulping on tequila, glass after glass, to be able to handle the situation as logically as possible, even tho she can sense her pulse in every bit of her body to the point she feels numb. He drinks with her for some time, sitting really close, none really talks, the tension is too much to take.

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i am unsure of how to mourn for you // k. akaashi

i’ll be right where you left me, come back soon please?

genre: angst

a/n: omg guys this is so haha funny bc actually !! i wrote this a rerally long time ago as well and it’s soooo hahaha funny bc this guy i was dating had actually broken up w me and somehow, in a haha funny not really way, the universe had turned my world upside down and i had uttered the same exact words i had written!!!! I didnt even realize it until i read it again recently but lmaoooo... haha funny.......

The waitress greets you, the same soft smile you’ve grown accustomed to seeing on her face stretching her lips.

“Miss, will you be seated where you always sit?”

You smooth out the white dress on your thighs -it looks really nice on you babe- and nod. “Yes, please”

The waitress hands you a menu as you’re shown to your usual table, the leather bound book laid out in front of you on the table. You think it’s funny they still give you one- you’ve been here so many times, you think you know all the servers working.

Your fingertips drag along the cover of the menu, tracing along the logo. There’s no reason to open it, you already know what you’ll get. Your answer has never changed from the first time he asked you-

“What are you getting?” Akaashi looked up from the menu, long fingers reaching over the table to rest across your hands. You admired the way his finger fit almost perfectly in between the spaces of your own.

You grinned, before returning your gaze back to the selection written out on the menu. Akaashi waited patiently, fingers tapping against yours to a rhythm only you could hear.

“I think I’ll get the-“

“Miss?”

You blink, startled as the waiter’s face came within view. She smiles, strands of hair falling out of a neat bun. Her black pen stands on the small notepad she’s holding, while you stare up at her, dazed.

“The usual for you, is that correct?”

You take a sip from your water glass and let the condensation wet the tips of your fingers.

“Yes, thank you”

The water swirls around in your glass while you gazed at the customers around you. You smile when someone laughs, and twist your lips with distaste when someone leaves a mess on their table for servers to clean up. The waiters dance around each other, giving each other fleeting grins when they can.

You twirl your fork around the pasta, ignoring the pitying stares the waiters cast at you when they can. You can always tell who the new ones are, how they pause at your table half a second longer than the ones used to your presence.

From the corner of your eyes, you can see two waiters in the corners converse, already knowing how their conversation is going.

(Don’t you know? She’s been coming here for almost a year now, every week at the same time

What? Why?

I heard her boyfriend broke up with her here and she can’t get over it

Breakups happen everyday, she doesn’t have to lose it)

I know, you want to yell at them every time they sneak a peek at you, I’m sick of being hung up over him still

Akaashi sighed, but the smile on his face never left even as you pushed your half finished plate of pasta towards him.

“Sorry,” you said sheepishly, “You think you can finish that for me though babe?”

“And if I say no?” Akaashi asked, voice low despite the rather noisy ambiance but it didn’t matter anyways, you already knew what he was going to say. You rested your cheek on the palm of your hand as he took a bite from your pasta, speaking with his mouth full, “what will you do then?”

You laughed, stars dancing in your eyes and Akaashi reached over to stroke a finger over the curve of your cheek. “I don’t think I have anything to worry about”

He twirled another bite of pasta around his fork, bringing it up to his mouth.

I love you, you want to say but you keep your lips pressed together instead. Akaashi glances up at you and smiles through a mouthful of pasta. You think he already knows what you want to say, but then again, he always does.

The waiter brings by a chocolate cake, piled high with whipped cream. You stare at her in confusion and she smiles in response.

“Don’t worry about it,” She answers your unspoken question, setting down a clean fork and taking away your pasta plate that was left unfinished, “It’s on the house tonight”

“Oh,” You pause, staring at the decadent slice. You can almost taste the deep chocolate flavor already. “Thank you,”

The waiter smiles, bright like the moon that hangs in the sky and you wish it didn’t remind you so much of Akaashi. “Do you want this in a to-go box again?”

You pick up the fork and scoop a piece of chocolate into your mouth. The rich flavor coats your tongue, sweet to cushion the fall as you think about how much she reminds you of Akaashi and you miss him, missyoumissyousomuchcomebackplease

“Yes please,” You push another forkful of cake into your mouth and hope she can’t see the way your throat tightens.

It felt like the entire restaurant was listening in to your conversation that night.

“I um-” you blinked, “what?”

“I said,” Akaashi lowered his gaze, “We need to break up”

The ringing in your ear grew louder, the pounding in your head grew stronger, am i breathing? I don’t feel like I’m breathing

“Oh,” You said breathlessly, wincing at your lack of words. Akaashi kept his face trained on the frozen position of your hands, still held in midair before he dropped the news.

“It’s just, I thought our spark was dying out” Akaashi fumbled over his words, “I’ve been really busy with the whole editorial job and you’ve been so worked up about your dissertation that I-”

You held up a hand, finally feeling the strain on your muscles from holding them in the air for so long. “Stop, I’ve heard enough”

You placed the napkin back onto the table, slowly standing up. There’s a barrage of words crowding your head, each one less coherent than the last, but you hold your tongue.

Ihatehimihateyouifuckinghateyou

Don’tbreakupwithmestayhereplease

Iloveyouiloveyouiloveyou

“I’ll return your things when I can. Just leave my stuff outside my door.” You praised yourself for not crying immediately, “Good night and thank you for the meal”

Perhaps it’s rather cruel of the universe to make you remember such a thing in the middle of a public area.

You sniff miserably, shoving another forkful of cake into your mouth. Seeing another couple at this restaurant shouldn’t turn you into a puddle of tears, and yet here you are- crying over a piece of chocolate cake.

You suppose it’s better than crying in front of your ex though. You let yourself smile a little in satisfaction to hide the growing ache in your stomach. Like hell were you going to let Akaashi see your tears.

(Oh, but… the pain’s still here, you know)

(Shut up, you tell your heart, just shut the fuck up)

Someone laughs in the background. You close your eyes and will the tears away so you can enjoy your cake in peace. When you open your eyes again, you freeze.

“A-akaashi?”

He sits in front of you - i’m actually fucking hallucinating - with the same stupid white shirt that he wore when he broke up with you.

You gape, mouth open like a fish searching for water. A waiter stops in front of your table to refill your wine glass, body leaning forward and through Akaashi?

Of fucking course. You laugh out loud, ignoring the strange look the waiter gives you. Of course he wasn’t here. On top of being hung up over a breakup, you were hallucinating too.

Could you just get a fucking-

“Hey,” Akaashi smiles like he never left you and you want to barf. He presses on anyways, voice still the same as you remembered it, “[name]”

You unconsciously hold the stem of the recently filled wine glass, and hate the way your heart still flutters at how his mouth forms the syllables in his mouth.

“[name]”, Akaashi says your name again but you think you already know what he’s going to say.

“You have to let me go,” His smile is sorrowful, “it’s time”

You squeeze your eyes shut and duck your head, “I can’t, I can’t, please, I-”

He shakes his head, his lips still sporting the same sorrowful smile. “You have to let me go,”

It’s time

Let me go

“I’m trying!” Your frustration bleeds into your words, “I’m trying so fucking hard but I can’t just- I can’t just forget the way you did! I loved you, I can’t believe that I still fucking love you. I thought we were doing fine”

Needles crawl up your legs and render them numb, before winding up towards your arms and neck, throat clenching as the words you had put off saying for so long finally see the light.

Your voice breaks, “I thought we were doing great. I thought we were going to be fine, I don’t know what to think anymore”

“You left me no choice but to stay here, you-” The wine glass you’re desperately holding onto breaks, glittering glass shards cutting into the delicate skin of your fingers. Your vision blurs, black streaks of mascara staining your cheeks as you shakily gasp for air.

Someone’s shaking your shoulder, “Miss? Miss!”

You shudder, staring wide eyed and confused at the waiter who was holding napkins along your wrist, where blood dripped down past your elbow. A red puddle stains the pure white tablecloth, forming a maroon stain. Where the cuts begin or end, you’re not sure but the dull ache is nothing compared to the violent turmoil in your heart.

“You’re bleeding so much,” The waiter holds your arm tighter, “Are you hurt anywhere else? Please be careful, there’s glass everywhere” True to her word, glass shards are scattered around the table and the floor, winking as the dim light catches onto them.

You swing your head around, finally taking in the mess around you. “I- I am so sorry,” You stammer, head spinning. Your heart constricts when you realize the chair in front of you was empty, void of Akaashi. “Please, let me pay for everything, are you alright?”

The waiter smiles, “Don’t worry about me, I’m perfectly fine. You’re still bleeding though, I think you should go to the hospital”

You thank her for the suggestion, standing up carefully as the waiter guides you away from the glass shards sparkling on the ground. Someone else rushes over with a dustpan and a broom, and you’re finally aware of all the eyes on you, some confused, others filled with pity.

“I should go,” You mumble awkwardly to the waiter who was still holding up the tissues onto your arm, “Please let me pay and help you clean up”

The waiter shakes her head, “You don’t have to. We know you’ve been having a hard time lately, sometimes these things just happen. Please, just go home and get those cuts looked at” You open your mouth to protest but she’s laughing, a sound that seems almost foreign in your ears. “Go, go! We’re alright here, we’re prepared for this. All of us just want you to be happy”

You’re stunned into silence, looking at the host standing at her podium, but she only smiles and nods her head like the waiter coaxing you out the door. “At least, let me give you this” You fumble with your wallet, bills of all kinds flying out as you dump them into the tip jar, and they all laugh like your mother did when she caught you dancing around the kitchen, too immersed in the song to notice the growing audience.

Luckily for you, they accept what you have given them and then you’re out the door with the cool night air kissing your burning cheeks and drying the salt from your tears.

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