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║The Demon Childhood Friend║║━ Pt. 1 ━║

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(Y/n) - Six years old

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"Hey! Why are you sitting there all alone?"

The movement of your legs stalled on the swing as you peered up through your hair. You hadn't expected two boys to appear in front of you like a flash of lightning.

One of them had leaned down while tilting his head of light bubblegum pink hair. It was long, pulled into a high ponytail with bangs that split in the middle over his pale forehead. He observed your small stature sitting on the swing with otherworldy optics like he held the ocean in his iris.

His eyes were doe-like and hooded, gracing him with a curious, youthful face that probably won over the hearts of young and old women. Lastly, before you diverted your attention away, you observed the golden halo hovering above his head.

The one beside him was a lot shorter and appeared apathetic as if he were annoyed to be here at the park. He had rather dark, woolly blond hair with nice curls that were longer by the back of his head. Even as he kept his small body at an angle, looking off into the distance, you were still able to see the vibrant scarlet colors in his iris'.

Small angled eyes with long dark lashes could have had him mistaken for female if it were not for his facial features or body. Interestingly enough, unlike his counterpart, a pair of crystal-like horns sprouted from the top of his head.

They were small, too, like little baby horns of a goat. It would be blind of you not to mention their set of wings, one a soft fluff of white feathers hidden beneath a long-sleeved shirt. The other, dark, leather in texture and featherless, curled inwards behind his back.

"Mom and Dad were arguing again." You murmur while dropping your small hands that held onto the chain on top of your lap.

The angel boy raised his brow as his small lips formed into an o-shape. "Ah! You're the new girl that just moved in next to mine!" He stuck out his hand and offered it as he grinned boyishly. "I'm Javan, and this is my bestfriend Zagan. He also lives just down the street."

You stared at his rather thin fingers for a moment before reaching for it with a bleak expression. Yet once your skin touched him, your entire stomach became a ball of heated lava, and the cynical emotions running rampant in your young mind became non-existent.

The dark thoughts omitted from your mentality...it all became so clear.

"What's your name?" Javan questioned as he held your hand firmly while that bright grin remained on his face.

You had to swallow thickly before you could answer. "(Y/n)...I'm (Y/n)."

"Nice to meet you!" He beamed before looking over at the demon boy. "Why don't we include (Y/n) into the group!? You know we kids need to stick together!"

Zagan glanced at you for a moment before sighing and crossing his arms over this sweater. He didn't speak; probably didn't want another person to come into their already-established friendship and steal his best friend.

It was understandable.

"Oh, Zagan agrees! Then help me push her!" Before you could reply, Javan and Zagan appeared behind you and began pushing your back on the swing.

It didn't take long for you to start moving. Creaking reverberated around the park as the setting sun painted the sky with molten gold.

The wind rushing past your ear felt exhilarating, your heart skipping a beat as the sensation of your stomach dropping provoked tingling sensations to surge through your body.

You had never gotten so high, so high that you can touch the clouds. It felt like you could finally do it... as if you could finally flutter away on a pair of wings.

Weightless, feather-like, you could fly away anywhere but here.

One of your arms stuck out to the dimming sky. You wanted to grasp that warmness and hold it close to your heart, never to let it go ever again.

And for a moment, it felt like you were doing it. Until the air swooshed past your ear, and your body was descending swiftly.

"(Y/n)!"

The darkness of night took over as the lamps flashed with murky color.

And the chill ate you alive until you were swathed in that same lava-like heat from before. Your eyes drifted from the sky to Javan's face, who held you firmly.

His wings had torn from his clothes to beat in the air as he slowly descended until he kneeled and sat you down on the tire chips.

"Are you okay?" He questioned you, face full of worry, ocean blue eyes filled with dread.

The words felt caught in your throat.

A burning sensation sprouted in your chest, and it took everything in you not to cry. But when Zagan ambled over to kneel on the other side of your figure and lightly touched your shoulder, you felt overwhelmed.

So you cried and bawled and wailed so hard that you were choking on air. Your face burned, the heat on your cheeks and ears hot like the burner on the stove.

Wet tears fell as though they were never-ending, wetting your face and drenching your top. An ache so tense and strained gripped at your heart, squeezing to where you felt lightheaded.

Zagan and Javan hadn't said a word as they kneeled by your side and let you cry your heart out.

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(Y/n) - Ten years old

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A tap resonated from your window as you hid beneath your comforter, reading the superhero comic book with a rather bulky flashlight.

You had ignored it, mouthing the words on printed paper to yourself to practice your pronunciation. Turning the page, your lips parted to speak, and yet another tap at your window startled your movement.

For a moment, you sat in silence, hearing it again before thrusting the blanket overhead. It was hot and stuffy under the covering that once you were out, the chilly breeze of the central air rose goosebumps over your skin.

You nearly tripped, scooting off your bed and running over to your window. Kneeling over the cushioned bench, you forced it open to stick your head out.

Zagan and Javan hovered in the air of your second-story house with their wings. They've grown a lot since you first met them; well, the pink-haired one grew the most.

He grew taller, his limbs longer, and his hair, tied in a high ponytail, reached the small of his back. His halo now pulsated brightly with the pure white aileron's lengthier, far longer than the length of a car.

Zagan, on the other hand, remained the shortest, shorter than you. He still had a lot of baby fat on his cheeks that were framed by his golden curls that grew longer, reaching his shoulders. Though, if something had grown, it had to have been his leathery bat-like wings that extended to such a length that you were surprised it was not getting stuck in the tree branches.

"Baby girl!" The angel boy greeted as he smiled brightly and fluttered his white feathered wings.

That nickname used to be an insult because of how you cried your eyes out when they first met you. But then they both casually referred to you by it since you liked to call them Angel Boy and Demon Boy.

When they call you it, you swear all your worries melt away, and you become a small little jewel that they cherish like a national treasure.

You felt special and valued, adored by people who didn't see fault in your every move.

Instead of responding back joyfully as you usually would, you crossed your arms and turned the other way. "I'm not talking to you two! Not after you guys got me grounded!" Your young adolescent voice expresses out.

The demon boy frowns while he twiddles his fingers behind his back with his batty aileron's twitching.

J had clicked his tongue and shrugged rather nonchalantly in his grey windbreaker. "You can't blame us forever, Baby! You were the one that wanted to fly to the satellite tower-"

You flung your head towards the angel while sneering. "Yeah, but you both were the ones that flew into the camera with the news reporter! When my dad saw it, he flipped and took away all my privileges! That's why I'm still grounded after three months!" Your response only spurs the young boy to rub the back of his neck sheepishly.

He could only grin and hope that bright smile he knew you loved would cheer you up. It was irritable how right he was. Although you were still upset, you wavered without even a fight.

Javan was just someone you couldn't be mad at, and Zagan as well. Not when the demon looked like he would faint when you would ignore him and vice versa for you with the angel.

"You guys are so lucky." You whine while sitting down on your bench and resting one of your arms on the windowsill. "Your parents never ground either of you."

The angel quirks a lopsided grin as he wags one of his fingers. "You can't get in trouble if they don't know~" His teasing remark spurs you to flick his forehead harshly.

He winces slightly while you train your attention to the ends of your hair. "Easy for you to say when your parents don't monitor everything you do like a hawk. They only just recently allowed me to be in my room by myself during the day..."

Zagan's scarlet red eyes flicker upwards to meet your gaze. "Sorry..." He whispers so softly that you almost miss it over the loud wooshing of the wind due to their flapping wings.

You parted your lips to speak, yet it was interrupted by a voice. "(Y/n)! Who are you talking to when you're grounded!?"

It was your father, and you could hear his heavy footsteps already stalking up the stairs.

"Crap!" Javan groans. The angel boy flew over to kiss your forehead before waving goodbye and flying over to his house next door.

You watched him glide so effortlessly away as the warmth on the spot he touched was mind-numbing and addicting.

Z glanced down at the ground for a second before shuffling for something in his pants pocket. Just as the footsteps arrived at your door, he placed something in the palm of your hand and whispered softly against your ear.

"I thought of you."

His soft, boyish voice rose the hair on the back of your neck.

The door squeaked open, and Z was gone like a flash of lightning. "Who said you could have your window open? Close it now." His voice is grating, pungent with authority as the man of the house.

"Yes, Dad." You responded immediately and slammed it shut. Your blood is running cold, a type of chill that burns bitterly.

His presence lingers, staring at the back of your head like you are little prey unable to escape its trap. Then there are his eyes, those cold, lifeless eyes.

You never liked seeing those words in the books. Cold...Lifeless...how can one look like that? But as you grew older, you became aware.

Nothing behind the eyes, empty and void of basic compassion. Or maybe he's only like that with you. Fathers know best for their daughters, right?

"Do you want more privileges to be taken away?" He questioned, which spurred you to immediately shake your head, gaze still situated on the wooden floor. "Should it be your bed or your books next?"

"N-No, please." Your voice was feeble, powerless like an injured animal. "I'm sorry."

His bulky body leans against the door frame while his arms crossed over his chest, and remains in silence. He lets the stillness unnerve you, the unknown of what is to come to scare you into compliance.

So he just stood there while you sat on the bench, cornered and head bowed.

The silence is so deafening. No, it's suffocating. As though quietness manifested into hands to grip your little neck and squeeze-

"Dad, the show's back on!" Your younger brother's voice cuts through the tension and gains the older man's attention.

He huffs audibly and finally speaks. "When I say you're grounded, that means you're being punished for disobeying." The man retorts. "Don't piss me off again." And with that, he grasps the door handle and slams it shut.

A hanging frame on the door tumbles from the force, with the walls of your room rattling. You don't move for a second, remaining stagnant to cease the quivering in your lips.

"I hate you." It seethes from your lips before you rub your eyes free of a burning sensation.

Now that you were alone, you allowed yourself to relax and unclench your fingers over the object Zagan had given you. What you come to see is a silver necklace with a small pendant. It's a pair of wings, silver and shiny, with something engraved on the smooth backside.

'My Favorite Girl'

How gorgeous. It brought a smile to your face as you ran your finger over the present. The metal and jewels felt cool to the touch.

You swiftly ran over to your vanity and chained the necklace around your throat like your life depended on it.

Often, it felt as though Zagan was annoyed with you, rarely ever speaking while looking disinterested. But sometimes...sometimes, he did things that brought a smile to your face.

Just like now.

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(Y/n) - Fourteen years old

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Javan settled down in the seat next to you as he placed one of his arms around the back of your neck. Your gaze rose from the school Chromebook while you smiled at the male.

The more he ages, the more he continues to grow. His limbs became lengthy, his pink bubblegum hair down to his knees, and all the youthful fat in his face graced him with a prominent jawline and hollowed cheekbones.

"Hey, you. I thought Mr. Voitier was going to keep you after class for not paying attention." You tease while reaching for an apple on your tray.

It's lunchtime during eighth grade; you had sat in the courtyard attempting to fix homework you made a mistake on before it was due.

The angel winks while wagging a finger. "Not some good 'ol persuasion couldn't help with." He states before sticking out his tongue.

You scoffed, pinching his tongue before wiping the saliva on a napkin. "Threatening to tell the school that he's being biased because he's a demon isn't going to work forever. Eventually, he's going to lose his patience."

J merely waves a hand, dismissing your words before he leans back in his seat. His ocean eyes peer over to your screen, which provokes a groan.

"Sh*t. I didn't even know that was homework."

"How did you not know? It literally says the due date at the top."

The angel shrugs, and you roll your eyes. "This cannot be a habit, you know." His gaze is burning against the side of your face, provoking little tingles to run up your spine. "Fine...Fine, you can copy." Once you spoke, he beamed so brightly that his halo pulsated almost blindly.

He's like the sun that you could have in your arms.

"You're a lifesaver! Mom would kick my a** if I got anything below an A." He expressed with his white wings fluttering behind his back.

He's so cute.

"Yeah, yeah. If you would just stop being lazy and forgetful, you'd never have to worry." As you return your gaze to the Chromebook, you catch a glimpse of dark wings and light hair.

Blinking, you tilt the screen down as you hone in on the background. It was Zagan, for sure.

You actually have not seen him around for a while now. He's always busy or off doing his own thing. Your parents do not trust you enough to have a phone, so it is not like you can just message him.

Often, you do see him around his house down the street, but in school, it's like he's a ghost.

Matching your sight, Javan stands up while unfortunately removing his arm from your shoulders. "Yo! Z, bud!"

Zagan's movement froze as he removed his earbuds and directed his attention to the wall of windows.

The demon boy was still the same as when he was years ago—chubby cheeks, short height, stick-like limbs, baby crystal horns, with his shaggy curly blond hair reaching his shoulders.

What really changed was his wings, which were just massive, even longer than Javan's. He had to have it folded behind his back and buckled with a binding due to how difficult it was for him to keep the huge ailerons closed.

It must hurt.

The male beside you waves his hand over, and at first, it appears as though the other person in the trio looks hesitant.

But after a moment, he shifted his path and opened the doors to enter the courtyard. His scarlet horns glimmered like a gleaming diamond under the sun.

Javan and Zagan share a quick handshake before he nods over to acknowledge your presence.

"Whatchya been up to, man? We barely see you anymore." The angel starts as he returns to sit down next to you.

His right hand found its place on your thigh, and you swore your heart nearly lurched out of your stomach. The heat of his skin that you could feel through your clothes was swathing you in a bubble of delight.

It was addicting and comforting and had shot tingles all across your abdomen.

The demon boy swallowed rather audibly as he turned his head away. "Just been busy." He states, his voice slightly cracking.

Hmm, why wasn't he telling you two about it? You all shared everything with each other.

"I get it, man. Just don't forget about us. We've been friends for way too long just to grow apart." Javan expressed, and you nodded your head in agreement.

"We are here for you, Z." His scarlet eyes fling down to meet your gaze. "With whatever's going on, we'll listen. We'll support you through anything. That's what friends are for."

He swallows thickly again, his one hand hanging by his side twitching before curling into a fist that he hid in the pocket of his sweatshirt. "Yeah, I know. Thanks for that." His phone abruptly vibrates, and he snatches it swiftly, reading something on the screen with hard eyes before sighing. "I gotta go."

Before either of you can tell him goodbye, he was trekking back into the school with his tied wings beating against the binding.

A scowl laces your lips as you slouch in your seat. "I hope he's okay." You murmur, which prompts the angel to squeeze his hand on your leg.

Your fingers twitch as you train your attention to meet his bright eyes. "He's fine. You know he's just always been moody." The pink-haired being expresses while reaching for his own phone.

Either on instinct or tendency, your dominant hand rose to graze over the winged pendant beneath your blouse.

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Knocking audibly on the door, you could hear courses of children screaming and laughing with objects falling to the ground.

It took a moment for the front door to be opened, and you were welcomed by the sight of Jahi, Zagan's mother.

She's a beautiful woman, blessed with beautiful features, a small mole on her chin, and small, sharp cat-like eyes with long lashes. You could see where Zagan got his hair from, his mother sprouting bright golden curls that reached her hips.

Her wings were something else, still leather-like but marked with swirling scarlet red lines that seemed to glow.

There was a small toddler hanging off her shoulder with one on top of her head and another babbling in her arms.

"Hi, Aunty!" You greet and grip the straps of your backpack. "Is Zagan home?"

"Baby!" She gushes down at you from her tall height while using the childhood nickname the two boys in your trio used. "It's been a while since you've been over. Everything alright?"

For a moment, you feel the inner corner of your eyes tense and burn, but you push it down to smile and nod your head. "Yes, Aunty! Eighth grade is just so busy."

Jahi nods before she catches one of her kids that fell from her head without even looking. "I understand. Don't be afraid to come over more often, even if it's just for dinner. Come in; Zagan's down in his room."

You bowed slightly before entering her large home and immediately removed your shoes. Two other kids covered in paint ran past swiftly while knocking over a vase.

Aunty Jahi practically teleported over and caught the porcelain object with one of her wings. "It looks like the kiddos are rather active today." You jest while helping her to put the vessel back on the stand.

"No kidding." She murmurs while leading you over to the kitchen. Easily, she holds two of the tykes in one arm as she rummages through the refrigerator before pulling out a bowl of fruit. "Have a snack. I'll be making dinner soon."

A lopsided grin forms on your lips from the habit you've always had. Every time you all used to come over, the older demon woman had snacks for you to eat.

Whether it be fruit, candy, or pastries. Carefully, you took the bowl and nodded. "Okay, Aunty. I'll see you in a bit."

She waved you away as you strode through the home like second nature. The residence was big, bigger than all the houses in the neighborhood.

It made sense with all the children in the Lamia household—at least seven children, with Zagan being the oldest. He likes to say that he can't stand his siblings, but he's cared for them like a third parent.

He'll say he hates them, but you've never seen someone who'd go to the ends of the world to find a cure when his brothers and sisters have just a cold.

Yeah, the demon boy goes on and on about wanting to move away, but you both know he'd worry himself sick about the other kids.

Watching your footing, you strolled downstairs to the basement, where you passed one of Z's younger brothers by a year reading on the couch in the common area.

They were rather similar looking, except he was taller, a little more aged in the face, and his horns had grown to curl back over his ears.

If you weren't family friends, you would have guessed the second and third oldest had come before Zagan because of how fast they grow...it's something Zagan's very insecure about.

"Hey, Alastor." You greet him as you pass.

He peers up for a second before returning to his book. "Hey, (Y/n)."

Down the hallway, the last door at the end, you approach unhurriedly before knocking loudly. You wait for a response, and once you get a quiet 'what,' you open it.

Zagan's changed into a pair of sweats with a matching dark sweater. His attention is on the gaming computer as he effortlessly clicks the buttons on his controller without even looking.

Once his gaze flickers over to you for a moment, he's startled and bangs his knee against the desk. "F*ck..." He curses under his breath as he yanks the headphones off his head.

You hold in a giggle and step in fully to close the door behind your figure.

"What are you doing here?" He snaps, practically hissing it out as he slides out from the desk to rub his knees.

"Why else?" You retort, dropping your bag against the wall to settle on his wide bed. "I miss you and came to check in because it feels like you're ignoring us."

Zagan frowns at your words; his gaze focuses on his legs for a second before he returns them to his screen. "You should have just texted-"

"I don't have a phone, remember."

He's silenced as you begin plopping the fruits into your mouth and snacking on them as if you had been starving.

The demon boy returned to his game, placing back on his headphones but keeping one earpad off so he could hear if you spoke.

Indulging in the comfortable ambiance of his button clicking and the muffled screaming of his siblings upstairs, you watched him play silently.

Not long after, you grasped your bag and took out a folder with homework that needed to be completed. You lay on your stomach, kicking your legs back and forth while reaching for fruit in the bowl.

When it came to spending time with Zagan, you both enjoyed doing your own thing in each other's presence. And considering that the demon boy didn't often speak either, you did most of the talking as he either nodded along to what you were saying or grunted in response.

It was comforting and something you've missed. For a while now, there felt to be this distance growing, like he were on the other side of the bridge with the path crumbling apart.

You didn't want to lose him.

"Where's Javan? Thought you'd be with him." He abruptly speaks up, cutting off the neutral silence.

"Javan had something to do with the Angel community." You state while turning over the packet to the next page. "Something about reconnecting with their beliefs or whatever."

Although you do not see, the demon nodded his head while saving his game. He removed his headphones to hang them on his monitor before turning his gaming chair to face your figure lying on his bed.

Feeling his gaze, you peered up while smiling. "Hey, there, Demon Boy. I missed you."

Zagan swallowed thickly at your words, his throat visibly bobbing as he gripped the rest of his seat tightly. You didn't notice earlier, but beneath his vibrant eyes were dark undercircles.

Had he not been sleeping well? He was always the last one to fall asleep and the first one up during sleepovers.

Even Jahi used to take him to the hospital for chronic insomnia, and they thought it was resolved. Guess not.

"Do you-"

"I know that you are in love with Javan."

You choked on a bite of fruit, a stinging sensation sprouting in the back of your throat as you sat up to cough. "W-What?! No! What are you even talkin' about?" Zagan's expression was not pleased. "Was it...Was it really that obvious?"

He scoffed while nodding and leaning back in his seat.

Groaning, you ran a hand through your hair while keeping your eyes down. It felt difficult at that moment to meet his gaze. "I didn't want anyone to know. I don't want anything to ruin our friendship, you know? We're already becoming distant."

The embarrassment was eating you alive.

"Baby Girl..." It's been years since he has called your name, even longer since you've heard him use that nickname. It makes shivers run up your spine as a tingling in your abdomen flutters. "You know that Javan's not really..." He stops himself from speaking anymore as if he couldn't find the words. "Javan's not really who you think he is. Don't you see fast he switches up when you're around?"

Raising a brow, you shook your head. "Actually, no, I don't. What do you mean by that?"

He respired a heavy breath, appearing unsure and doubtful as he shifted in his seat. "F*ckin' A... Listen, you might think you know Javan, but you really don't. He's not...He's not a good person-"

"What are you talking about!" You interjected, feeling heat flush through your body and a wave of vertigo. "I've known him since forever. I know him. Why are you talking down on our friend like that?"

His constrained wings twitched, pushing against the binding that had the straps whine. He attempted to speak, his lips parting, but only wheezes escaped.

Cursing again, his thin, bony fingers gripped tightly onto the armrest as his right leg began to bounce. "Please, if you value our friendship, just listen to me."

Oh, how you wanted to walk away right there, but what he said halted you in your spot. Of course, you valued your friendship with him; he was your best friend.

He was your family.

"Baby, Javan knows you like him. Everyone knows." Your face was burning in embarrassment; it felt so humiliating for some reason. "He doesn't feel the same. H-He's rather ashamed and disgusted-"

"You're lying!" It was practically a scream as you shot to your feet off the bed. "Javan would never say that!" The inner corner of your eyes stung as tears glazed over the conjunctiva. "He's not like that! You're just envious that he's always been better than you!"

Due to your words, the rage boiling your blood had now transferred over to the demon in front of you. Zagan stood up almost dangerously slow, like a predatory. "You think that's why I'm envious..." He nearly snarled while his canines visibly grew longer and sharper. "I don't give a flying f*ck that he's taller, bigger, smarter. He could be better than me in a hundred more ways, but it wouldn't even come close to why I'm envious of that b*stard."

Seething hot tears trailed down your face, seeping down your chin to wetten your throat. You didn't know how to feel, what exactly to feel.

All your emotions were taken for a spin: disoriented, puzzled, dumb-struck. Who is telling the truth? Who is right?

They both are your best friend, the people closest to your heart that makes your days brighter and nights calmer.

But how do you react when the one you're utterly in love with isn't who you thought he was? Or when the other confronts you with what could be the truth...but also a lie?

"Please, Z. Just...just tell me that you didn't mean it, and I'll forget-"

The straps containing his massive wings had snapped from the force as they extended outwards. The dark, leathery ailerons knocked over objects and slashed through metal shelves attached to the walls.

You nearly fell over from the sudden action, intimidated by the spikes that lined the edge at the top. Not only was it long in width, but the height of it was nearly double his stature.

They don't grow their wings like that; they don't get so big they are nearly twice their size. But his had the possibility of rivaling Satan.

"Ever since we were kids, you've let him get away with everything. You've overlooked too many flaws for me to stand here and let you get your heart broken." He reached forward to wipe a tear away, but you couldn't stand the touch of him at the moment.

It can't be true.

"What does it matter to you..." It's a broken cry, whimpering from your lips as your heart shatters inside regardless.

It just can't be true.

"I-" His chest decompresses while his wings descend like a deflating toy. "Baby, I care about you-"

"Then why are you lying to me!?"

Zagan startles you as his hands latch onto your shoulders and squeeze. "I'm not lying! Not to you! Not to my Baby." His already slightly high pre-teen voice squeaked, and he cringed at his tone.

So overwhelmed, filled with grief and disbelief, you stepped backward and spoke to him in a way you never have before. "No, I'm not your Baby. Not anymore."

It was as if you watched his world crumble in his scarlet eyes. "(Y-(Y/n)...please."

You couldn't breathe at all, as if someone had your lungs in their hands and were depriving you of any air. With blurry sight, muddled with tears, you turned away and shoved your things into your bag.

His wings were still in the way; those beautiful things that you loved to play with when he would allow it made the tears all the worse now. "Let me out." You ordered.

The hands that were once holding your shoulder dropped to hang limply by his side, weak, frail, unstable. "If I let you go, then that's it."

You were losing strength in your legs.

"(Y/n), don't leave me...please." He begged while stepping forward, but you turned your head away.

Your grip on the straps of your bag was not enough padding to save your palms from being burrowed into by your nails. "Goodbye, Zagan."

That was it. You both knew that it was final; there was no going back from this. The friendship has been tarnished, and trust broken.

It will never be the same again.

Hesitantly, Zadan curled in his massive wing, and you didn't waste another moment running out of there.

You flung the door open and scurried down the hall.

Alastor was still in the common room on the couch and waved to you without looking away from his book. "Goodbye, (Y/n)."

"Goodbye, Alastor."

You passed the other Lamia siblings who called out to you, and you had to say goodbye, knowing you'd never be back here again.

On your way to the front door, you tried to be silent, holding down a sob, but when you heard Jahi calling out to you from behind, you nearly bawled right then and there.

"I'll see you soon, right, Baby?"

You sniffled, hiding your face as you forcefully shoved your feet into your shoes and half-a**ed-tied them. "Of course, Aunty!" Faking the enthusiasm hurt like a punch to the gut. "I'll see you again soon."

Before she could reply, you left as fast as you could. There's no one left to turn to but him; you need to see him.

Without a phone or any way to contact him, all you could do was return home and wait for him to get back from the event.

At first, you walk as if your legs are broken, but the ardent emotions spur you to bolt down the street back to your house.

You fling the door open and hasten down the hallway to get up the stairs. Your father yells out to you, followed by your younger brother, whose mocking words pierce you like blunt knives.

The sobs raking your body are excruciating, aching as if your entire figure is cold rubber being pulled. It feels even worse here with all the memories.

Pictures of the three of you are everywhere: the unfished projects worked on together, and the clothes still left over from when they used to sneak in for a sleepover.

You cannot stand it; you cannot handle it.

Everything must go.

There is no carefulness or being mindful of how you handle the things in the room; you throw them into plastic bags with the full intent of being rid of everything.

Yet when you collapse to your knees to catch your breath, the necklace he gave you slips out from underneath your shirt.

The sight only provoked your wails to become silent, merely broken, stuttering wheezes as the stress spurred sleep to hold you tightly and close your eyes.

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

A warm touch ran through your hair while the same heat traveled up and down your spine in a soothing manner.

"Hey, it's not good to sleep on the cold wooden ground."

Your awareness was returning, and you groaned audibly while cracking your puffy eyes open. "Mmm, Javan...?"

He hums in acknowledgment, and as your vision focuses, you see that you are moved onto your bed, the angel boy sitting at the edge as he comforts your head in his lap.

"I'm sorry it took me so long to get here, Baby." He cooed softly as the singing of grasshoppers filled your room due to the open window.

His presence, the god-like radiance, was cathartic, like the pounding of raindrops on the roof. Everything had felt so cold, and you felt so alone.

With Javan here, as he holds you, it's like heaven.

You tell him everything, everything that happened when you visited Zagan at his home. Without mentioning your feelings for him, you skidded over that part, but it wasn't needed to explain the event.

It hurts inside as if you swallowed a cluster of needles.

The angel listens silently as he continues to rub your back and send tingles through the muscle. By the time you finished, a new set of tears had befallen your face; however, your throat ached too much to wail audibly.

"I'm so sorry he did that to you. I knew he had always been rude and inconsiderate, but I didn't think he would ever try to smear my name or break your heart." He murmurs while tilting his head. "I really thought our friendship meant something to him."

You could barely nod with exhaustion interwoven in your limbs. "Me too..."

One of Javan's hands lightly grazed over your lips as he trailed it down your neck. "You know how much I care about you, right?"

【"What does it matter to you..." It's a broken cry, whimpering from your lips as your heart breaks inside regardless.

"I-" His chest decompresses while his wings descend like a deflating toy. "Baby, I care about you-"

"Then why are you lying to me!?"】

You do not trust your voice, only nodding your head as you turn over to hide your face against his abdomen.

"I cannot tell you enough about how important you are to me." Javan's hand reached down as he clasped his fingers with yours. "You are my everything, Baby. You are my sun-" He squeezed your conjoined hand. "-my moon-" Leiursurely, he leans down to hover by your ear. "-you are the air I need to breathe-" And finally, you felt the softness of his succulent lips caressing the skin of your neck. "-and the strength that lets me fly. I cannot be without you."

He kisses down your throat until he reaches your shoulder so he can hide his face in the crook of your neck. "Don't let his hurtful lies make you question our friendship, our relationship. We don't need him anyway. Right?"

When you don't reply, he pulls away and lightly swivels your head to look up at him. "Right, Baby girl? We don't need him. Can you say it?"

"W-We..." It feels as though you have no voice even to speak. No one wants to drop a friend, let alone one from childhood that was like family.

Shaking your head, you attempt to pull away; however, you are not permitted to leave. Javan maneuvers your position, with you on your back, as he leans over from above.

The beautiful white feathered wings flap lightly in the air as the moon glimmers behind him, darkening his halo.

"You can do it, Baby. I know you can." The angel boy lightly pressed his open palm on your stomach as he stared down with otherworldly eyes. "Here, I'll even say it with you."

"I-"

His hand on your belly lifts so his fingertips trail up to your neck.

"I-"

He wraps them around your throat, tingles jolting across your skin.

"-Don't-"

The angel leans down just close enough to where your nose barely touches.

"-Don't-"

You feel hot beneath your clothes as if you were lying in a sauna.

"-Need-"

Your heart hurts, filled heavily with the distraughtness of losing your best friend.

"-Need-"

The closeness...the proximity of your bodies were suffocating your lungs.

"-Him-"

It's one word, but the impact of it was greater than an asteroid colliding with the moon.

"-Him-"

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

(Y/n) - Eighteen years old

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

Even early in the morning, the common room of the high school was bustling with activity. You felt heated beneath baggy clothes as you chewed on a piece of gum.

The insides of your stomach ached as though they were eating its self alive.

With your cracked phone in hand, your fingers danced over the keyboard as you debated whether or not to double-text.

Javan has left you on read again without a single response. You've been attempting to get in contact about when you could give him the essay that he needed help with.

During senior year, you know he's busy with Track and Lacrosse, and he doesn't have the time to check in with you like he used to.

It doesn't help that it's hard to get close to him. High school does what high school does.

Angels run with run angels, devils and demons congregate together, and any other monster type sticks with their kind.

There obviously were a few outcasts, but even then, it was hard to be included. Not even mentioning how the small populations of humans weren't a fan of you. The humans said you were too close to the monster, and the monsters didn't like you because you were human.

Lose/lose situation.

Just thinking about it always puts a damper on your mood. The isolation and seclusion were nothing new; it was merely exhausting to have to do everything by yourself.

You threw the broken phone on the round table in the common room and leaned over the AP history textbook that was open. Its cold, plastic-like texture felt pleasant against your warm skin.

Sleep hasn't been gracing you for a while now. There have been just too many things to do. So much homework, more than half, not even yours. Javan already had so much on his plate. As his best friend, it felt only right to help him as much as you could.

Resting the side of your head on your arms, you stared out at the entrance of the school. More students poured into the halls as the time grew closer to the first period.

Hopefully, Javan arrives by himself, so you won't need to deal with the other angels questioning your presence.

For beings that were made to be messengers of god, they were rather concerned about their vanity. Well, that's what happens when they are left to themselves.

They become rather human in their sins.

Your already sour mood became acidic as the one person you wish you didn't have to see walked through the door.

He had to bend down from his 6'6 (198.12cm-1.9812m) height, the grown crystal horns on top of his head only causing more hassle; it nearly scraped against the already lofty door frame.

Zagan used to believe that his horns would never grow, considering his younger siblings had curled and extended way earlier than he ever did.

The demon boy was just a late bloomer.

He used to be this short, scrawny little guy who was never in the slightest popular. Many of your peers picked on him, mocking him for his appearance, calling him a pathetic excuse of a demon.

Now, he was practically the poster child. His muscles grew, making him beefy and bulky. His upper torso was wide, more specifically, his shoulders, with his chest broadening.

Through his tighter clothes, anyone could see the muscle definition of his abbs and v-line. Before, Zagan was never one for such fitted clothes; you knew he was always insecure about his skeletal limbs and hid them beneath sweats and oversized attire.

Similar to his upper body, his legs grew just as muscular and thick. They fitted dark jeans perfectly to where you could see the curves and meat beneath the cloth.

What has also changed is his hair. His blonde curls were less defined, and he cut them so they were just slightly beneath his ear.

His earlobes are now pierced and riddled with embellishments and rings. Those beautifully dangerous batty wings of his had somehow grown even larger; the width was nearly unbelievable, with the height a little past his head.

The spikes were pointier, more ominous.

At first, when he was younger, he needed to bind his abnormally large wings for his size because he didn't have the control to keep them closed or out of the way. Now, he still has to bind them only because they are so oversized that even when he curls them in, it's like he walks with a wall behind him.

Zagan Lamia went from being super nerdy and a loner to a big shot that everyone wanted to be affiliated with...everyone but the angels and you.

Now, your ex-friend ran with the other demon students. He was like a celebrity, someone the girls threw themselves at, and the boys always tried to get into his good gracious with.

Sometimes, when you look at his mature appearance, you wonder if it was you who was holding him back from his potential.

For a moment, it felt as though Zagan's scarlet red gaze rose to meet yours as he swiped his tongue over his plump bottom lip. A small black ring pierced the left side of his lip, and he appeared to fiddle with it as he neared.

Your heart abruptly skipped a beat, and the back of your neck was drenched with sweat.

It's as though he's deadset on making his way to you, but a warm hand on your neck startled you. Your head flew up as you swung your gaze in the other direction.

Javan plopped his body down in the seat beside yours and tilted his head while smiling almost coyly. "What were you looking at, Baby?"

Your stomach coils like two hot wires being twisted around each other. Glancing back swiftly, there doesn't appear to be any trace of Zadan. He's nowhere to be seen, and that's saying something.

"Nothing." You murmur softly and return your attention to the angel. "Just thought I saw something, must be my mind playing tricks on me."

He hummed slowly, staring at your phone tossed aside on the table before glancing at your face. "I can see that you haven't been sleeping. Bad dreams?" His words are laced with honey, so sweet that you devour it like a greedy little kid.

You don't want to seem incompetent by confessing that you feel overwhelmed by your workload, so you attempt to smile and nod your head. "Yeah, bad dreams and Yose's little pranks getting out of hand."

Javan laughs lightly; you're sure that he can easily imagine that annoying little menace of a brother bothering you.

Similar to Zagan, the angel had grown and matured just as much. He didn't get beefy like the demon; his build was more athletic and toned.

His muscular limbs were proportionate to his 6'2ft (188.976cm - 1.8796m) stature, the white feathered wings just as big and as tall as himself. They curled perfectly behind his back; wouldn't be a problem unless he unfurled them outwards.

That long hair of his was no more. He cut it so it was long bangs over his forehead and a mullet of some sort down the back of his neck.

There was just something about the angels and the way they dressed; they were always on trend, stylish, and attired in a manner that always made their bodies look the best.

It was like having supermodels strutting down the halls, not accounting for the succubus' or Incubi.

Realizing why you were upset in the first place, you dig through your heavy backpack to pull out your Chromebook. "Before I forget, let me send the essay to you."

Javan beamed, his ocean eyes practically glimmering as he wrapped a hand around the back of your neck. "I literally forgot. You really are a lifesaver!"

【The angel shrugs, and you roll your eyes. "This cannot be a habit, you know." His gaze is burning against the side of your face, provoking little tingles to run up your spine. "Fine...Fine, you can copy." Once you spoke, he beamed so brightly that his halo pulsated almost blindly.

He's like the sun that you could have in your arms.

"You're a lifesaver! Mom would kick my a** if I got anything below an A." He expressed with his white wings fluttering behind his back.

He's so cute.

"Yeah, yeah. If you would just stop being lazy and forgetful, you'd never have to worry." As you return your gaze to the Chromebook, you catch a glimpse of dark wings and light hair.】

It's been four years, but that memory from the courtyard in middle school suddenly flashed in your mind. So long ago, but the recollection still feels as though it were yesterday.

The loss still feels so fresh.

"Right..." You wheeze out before clearing your throat. "What are your plans today? I've been wanting to get out of the house and go somewhere other than work."

J appears to think intently, his gaze almost out of focus, before he shakes his head and runs a hand through his hair. "I don't think I can. The community is meeting up at the grand church for a ceremony tonight."

The dejection is evident, your shoulders sagging, but it's what you expected. He's ever so busy; you should be more considerate of his schedule.

Humming, you sent over the documents through email as you kept your gaze away from meeting his. "Are you still going to senior formal?" You question just to start a conversation.

It's been weeks since you've actually been able to speak face-to-face with him. You're soaking his attention in as much as you can.

"Yeah, I wasn't gonna go, but the others convinced me."

"Oh~?" Your lips form into a faux smile. "Javan Wyn was peer pressured?"

The hand on the back of your was removed to flick at your forehead. "I don't get peer pressured." He stated, which spurred you to roll your eyes.

"Alright, whatever you say, Angel Boy. Do you have at least a date?"

"No."

The heat beneath your baggy clothes grew worse, and a sudden surge of anxiety flushed through your bloodstream. "Are you going to ask someone?"

You don't know whether you want him to say yes or no. He's so handsome, his appearance nearly a blessing of god. It's astounded you that he isn't in a relationship.

Everyone flocks to him.

And you're still in love with him after twelve years.

"Hmm." He leans over the table and rests his chin in the palm of his hand. "I haven't really put any thought into it."

A breath of air you hadn't realized you were holding in was released as you laughed. What did you expect?

He's never voiced anything about liking any of the girls at the school, and you'd know. Best friends tell each other everything.

"Well, if you come up with someone in mind, won't you tell me first?" You offer while leisurely closing your Chromebook.

"Sure, Baby. You'll be the first to know." Javan laughs under his breath while swiping a loose strand of hair over to behind your ear. Doing so, he was able to see a very small hair clip you had to keep some frays out of your face.

"What's this?" He questions, and you're unable to meet his gaze.

You immediately remove the clip and conceal it within the palm of your hand. "Oh! I-It's nothing. I just forgot to take it out. My hair was just getting in the way."

Whatever the angel says goes a long way for you. If he says a certain color looks good on you, you're altering your whole theme.

When he tells you, 'I really like it when you wear baggy clothes. You don't look good when you wear anything tight.' You change your entire wardrobe, so maybe he'll like you more.

Maybe his eyes would linger on you more when you listen when he says, 'Don't wear make-up, you look so much better bare-faced. Make-up just doesn't fit someone like you.'

Perhaps he'll tell you he likes the way you look when you do your hair just the way he likes it. 'It's ugly when you put those clips in your hair, ya know. I only like girls who keep their hair up in a bun. Yeah, yeah, that suits you much better.'

You would do anything for him.

"Don't forget next time." Javan reprimands and reaches for the colorful metal clip in your hand. "It's ugly when you wear it."

Your throat tightens, constricting with the sensation of sobbing, attempting to force its way through. But you swallow it down and nod your head with a small, frantic smile. "Of course."

His warm fingers graze over your palm to take the clip in his own and leans back to aim and toss it in the garbage can against the wall. "There." He murmurs while turning back to face you with a gleaming smile. "You look so much better when you're like this."

Simple, he likes it when you appear simple and clean. He likes it when you wear ill-fitting clothes, even when it's hot, and you're swathed in sweat. He likes it when you tie your hair up, fringes, and lose hair gelled back.

He likes it when you do nothing more.

The bell rings, which draws his attention as well as that of other students who scatter to get to class on time. The angel stands and pats your face lightly while grazing his thumb over your lip.

Your entire stomach is doing front lips, and you could melt in his angelic touch.

"I'll see you around, Baby." And with that, he departs from the common area to leave you alone just as you were before.

It was nice while it lasted, but all good things must come to an end.

"See you around, Javan." It whispers from your lips as you shift in your seat to collect your things.

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

You hate that sensation, the feeling of chlorine in your hair. Even as you try to scrub and wash it out after aquatic fitness, that awful tacky and dry sensation sticks to every strand.

It sucks, considering how much you enjoyed swimming. Weightless, fluid, as if you're flying away from here. The way your hands split the water, the manner in which your body glides through it so easily, drives all your worries to melt away.

Shutting off the shower in the female locker room, you reach for your towels and wrap them around your body and hair.

There should still be at least ten more minutes before the bell rings for the end of class. You can take a little bit of time to look presentable-ish.

As you enter the lockers, it appears that all the other girls had finished before you, already gone. Not that you minded either; you didn't like their eyes on your body, judging in the way they always do.

You're just a little human in a world of monsters.

Sighing, you undid the code to the lock and opened the locker. Instead of seeing your change of clothes and other items, it was bare.

Not a single object or article of clothing.

Your entire stomach filled with dread, and dropped to your knees.

"Awe, whatever happened to your clothes~?" It's a sickeningly sweet voice that originated behind you. The hairs on the back of your neck stand on end as your heart skips a beat.

Laughing lightly even though you desire to scream, you remove the towel from your hair and slowly turn around. "I just can't seem to keep my things together."

It's suffocating, standing in only thin, short clothes as six other students surround you, four angels and two humans.

Water trickled down your neck while you swallowed thickly.

"Oh, we agree." One of the angels expresses and steps forward. "Which is why you need to learn a lesson~!" She's so pretty; is such a shame her personality is rotten.

You latched onto the front of your towel as you stepped back, only for the locker to shock you with the contrast of heat.

"I-I'm sure I'm innocent." You're losing your voice, becoming guttural like you had been screaming it away. "What did I do?"

A human girl latches her hand on your bicep and tugs you so hard that you nearly slip on the cold concrete ground.

"You need to be reminded of your place."

Before you can attempt to de-escalate the situation, your other arm is latched onto, and you're being dragged away.

There is no grip on your bare feet that you are just sliding on the floor. You can only hold onto that thin towel to keep even a bit of your modesty.

"Stop it! Hey!" They bring you closer to the exit, where loud chattering emanates from. Classmates and other students must fill the large open area where the hallway had opened up for gatherings.

Your elbow slams back, knocking into one of the girl's noses. She gasps, and blood immediately begins to trickle down.

She licks it while a terrifying sneer forms on her plump lips. "You bitch!" Her hand latches onto the back of your knotted, wet hair as two others open the door.

They managed to drag you through the door and thrust you outwards so you fall forward. You're barely able to catch yourself, striking your knees on tile that immediately spurred an onset of blood to stream down your shins.

Laughter...Laughter reverberates outwards, so loud that the vibrations echo beneath the ground.

You feel sick.

The one you had hit grasped onto the back of your hair again. She tugged your head upwards to look at everyone while also grabbing onto the bottom of your jaw.

At least more than half of your grade had congregated in this massive area, and they surrounded you like a school of fish.

"Look, everyone! It's the girl who thinks she's better than us!"

Ice runs through your veins, so cold that it's a burning sensation. The insides of your throat swell up, depriving you of air.

You're scared.

You're humiliated.

They're laughing at you, their giggles and cheers so deafening it's as though they are bursting your eardrums.

"Come on!" A different girl locks onto your wrist and pulls you to your feet with her pure strength. "Where did all that entitlement go!?"

Not even a second after you are standing, were you kicked down and forced to collapse on your bruised and rived knees.

A strangled gasp wheezed from your lips as the inner corner of your eyes stung. Tears clouded your conjunctiva before trickling down your heated face.

"Doesn't she deserve a little humility!?" Courses of 'yes' and cheers echo like the booms of fireworks. They begin chanting...chanting to take everything away.

These people wanted to ruin you.

Your hand holding up the towel was yanked away as another gripped the cloth to tear it off your body.

"No!" Just as you finally release your voice, a vociferous snapping sound overtakes the shouting and replaces it with gasps.

Scarlet red eyes meet your gaze as his wings tear apart the binds and extend outwards, knocking nearly half the crowd to the ground.

He practically teleported in front of your figure to yank you up to your feet by one of your wrists and hold you tight to his body.

The massive size of his wings is not just for show as he flaps them; the force sends everyone tumbling away, skidding across the ground and hitting the walls.

You cannot breathe, even with your lungs expanding and retracting vigorously and your mouth gulping in the air like a fish; lightheadedness only grows more intense.

Zagan's burly arm wraps firmly around your back as he hauls you back into the locker room, the male locker room.

A clamorous cry echoes out from your lips as you grip his shirt, burrowing your nails in his thick, muscled waist. You didn't mean to cry, to wail out and release this visceral wail that rattles through your entire being.

He doesn't say a single word, merely picking your much smaller figure into a bridal position. His body heat contrasted against the chill of your damp person in such a way that you immediately succumb to his warm hold.

To be against his body brings back so many memories, all before the fallout, before the trio became nothing anymore.

You've missed him so much.

Why did it have to be this way?

The strength of your sobs worsens, racking through your bones. Zagan's wings surround the two of you, blocking out the light and muffling the sounds from outside.

It's only the quiet hum of the internal conditioning and your blustering cries. Your face is hidden against his pecs, wetting his shirt, but he doesn't seem to mind.

He only continues to hold you like you're a cracked vase, precious, broken, and needing his undivided attention.

Even though your nose is stuffed, this close proximity and protective surroundings of his wings allow you to smell his scent.

Zagan smells like an early dawning, with fog concealing the world and honeydew drops garnishing the grass.

This is not the smell of heaven, but damn, does it feel like paradise.

Soon, without a single word being spoken, your cries cease to become hiccups and whimpers. Strength has dissipated from your muscles, leaving your entire being exhausted.

You just want to fall asleep and never wake up.

The demon boy leans his head down, and though it is void of light while swathed in his batty wings, you can feel his gaze on your face.

His one arm under your shoulder gingerly pushed up upwards so you were sitting on his lap. He held onto your bare thigh while allowing your head to rest on his shoulder.

There are tingles erupting beneath his fingers that ignite your nerves. You've never been touched like this before.

"Better?" Not the voice of an angel, not the singing of the devil; it's something entirely different. Deeper, coarser, it's manly and rugged.

The sound of it reminds you of a rustic cabin, lost in the woods with a fire burning in a stone pit. Everything, from the foundation to the wiring, was done by hand.

It feels personal.

Slackly, with barely any strength, you nod your head and raise a hand to swipe at your face.

"...You...You still have it."

It is obvious what he's referring to; that cold pendant abruptly feels warm at the mention of the necklace. You hadn't the heart to remove it or to throw it away.

Doing so would be completely removing him from your life, even more than he already was. "Yeah..." You didn't want to tell him anymore.

You can't tell him that sometimes you'd grip that necklace and pray that everything would revert back to the way it used to be. Or that you'd run your fingers on the engraving on the back, remembering when he was always there for you...always there until that event.

Feeling him nod his head, his massive spiked wings part very carefully to let in the light. Zagan stands up to place your body in the spot he was just sitting in and strides over to a wall of lockers.

The way he just manhandles you sends shivers across your stomach and farther down.

He undoes the lock and shuffles through a bag before turning to face your figure. You can't believe the man standing in front of you is Zagan.

This is really the same nerd who had to look up at you; now you have to crane your neck even to meet his gaze.

It's really been four years without even acknowledging one another.

"Here, It's obviously not going to fit, but it's better than nothing." Zagan murmurs as he steps closer to lay a set of clothes on your lap.

That sweater...he still had that same dark red sweater that you bought him once at the mall. You said it went well with his eyes, made them as bright as stars.

It most definitely doesn't fit him now, which means he's kept it even after he had finally developed.

"I'm going to turn around to make sure no one comes in while you change."

His speech breaks you from your thoughts. You peek upwards just as he folds his wings and trekks over to the locker room door.

You feel more self-conscious now with Zagan's back turned than you did in front of the other students. The tips of your ears are burning along with your cheeks.

It's almost like the clothes are made of glass the way you gently handle them and set them on the seat as you stand. Your body has long dried after the shower, yet you keep the towel over your shoulder as you shuffle on his attire.

The sweater was soft, lined with cushiony fabric that felt nice against your skin. Without a bra or support system, you were lucky it was rather oversized and thick to obscure your chest.

Next is the pair of black fleece sweatpants. You end up fitting it well; you're definitely sure that this was from when he was smaller.

Luckily, there's a drawstring that you end up tying to tighten at your waist.

"I'm done." You meant for your voice to be firm, but it's gravelly and coarse, as if you need to clear your throat.

He tilts his head back to look, but he audibly sucks in a breath of air before flinging his head in another direction. One hand covers his mouth as the other holds onto the wall for support

Your brows crease tightly, and your fingers form into fists in the sleeves that are too long for you. "Is something wrong?"

It took a short moment for him to clear his throat. He shook his head as if he were freeing himself from thoughts while extending a large, coarse hand outward. "Grab my hand, and I'll take you home."

It's as though he steals the air right out of your lungs.

After everything? After what you said to him, after dropping him...he's still caring for you.

You want to hit him. If only he didn't accuse Javan of what he said, nothing would have changed.

"I-I can go home on my own." You state, yet it only prompts him to click his tongue and step forward.

He immediately dwarfs your smaller stature by his much larger one. The demon peers down with an unknown expression, one where you can't even tell what he's thinking.

Those gorgeous wings of his softly flutter to gain your attention just as one corner of his succulent lips quirk upwards. "And miss the chance to fly?"

How right he was.

As kids, you begged them to take you flying. One of them would hold you close and raise you to the sky so you could feel utterly weightless.

Nothing mattered while you soared, not your f*cked up family, not your unrequited love, nothing at all but that freedom.

You haven't felt it in four years because Javan was always too busy and Zagan...

"Fine." It whispers from your lips as you shift your gaze away. "Just home, please."

His small, angled eyes squinted as if he knew what you were thinking while he nodded his head. "Let's go." He states and reaches for one of your hands.

That warmth surrounds you again as he holds on tight and departs from the male locker room. It's empty within the common area; seems that everyone knew better to leave than to stick around and face the poster boy's wrath.

It's sunny outside as you both exit through a side door. The sun is high, with a few fluffy white clouds clumped together. You were maneuvered into a new position, one where Zagan held your body in the bridal position again before taking off.

Those massive wings of his are so powerful, so strong that he could probably outfly any fighter jet. He's arrived in the sky in the blink of an eye.

Wind is whipping around your baby hairs and striking against your face, yet you welcome the little stings.

You're light, fluid, and weighed down by nothing in this moment. Zagan's flying through the clouds, allowing your fingers to feel the slight chill and moisture like before.

It earned a laugh from your lips, a genuine one that hasn't graced your face in a long, long time. The demon's grip grew tighter at the sound of laughter and peeked down at your face.

Your eyes met for a second, and his lips parted as though he desired to speak, but they shut upon arriving in your neighborhood.

Not yet; you didn't want to go home just yet.

"We could fly around a little longer." Your eyes fling upwards to meet his as he swallows. "If you want, that is."

No, no, you don't want to go home at all.

You feel an ache in your stomach, a burn in your eyes, and a pressure in your throat.

Doesn't he hate you at all?

"Just...Just take me home, please." You spoke a lie, and god should have struck you down right then and there.

How is it that you both look-feel so dejected?

The scarlet-eyed demon descends from his high place in the sky to your window on the second floor. You manage to crack it open before slipping inside and shifting around to face the dirty blond-haired man.

He hovered in his spot, taking in the view of your bedroom after so long. All the pictures of him are gone; all the gifts he's given you are nowhere in sight.

"I'll uh-" His tongue fiddles with the lip ring as he drops his gaze. "I'll get your bag from school and bring it over."

You want to tell him not to worry about it, but you do not trust your voice, so you merely nod your head.

Zagan mimics your action and lightly taps the windowsill before flying away. Your puffy eyes follow and watch his figure until he's too far to be seen.

Too far gone.

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

When Zagan returned from gathering your things from the school, he lightly tapped on your window to gain your attention.

However, he received no response, none at all. The blinds were pulled together so that he couldn't see inside...nor feel your presence.

The demon knocked again, a little louder this time, with again no response. He reacted without thinking, thrusting up the old window and nearly tearing off the blinds.

It was the same as he saw earlier: slightly messy, books splayed open, clothes folded but not put away, yet there was something different.

On the bench by the window was the folded set of clothes he allowed you to wear...and a note on top. His fingers were shaky for some reason, filled with dread as if he were inches away from death.

Flipping it open displayed just a few words with messy handwriting, like writing in a rush.

《

I'm sorry, I can't do this anymore goodbye

》

The paper tore in his grasp while the pair of fangs in his mouth elongated and sharpened. Every muscle within his body tensed and constricted.

F*ck, f*ck, f*ck!

This can't be happening!

You can't be gone!

He tried to control his breathing, attempting to calm himself just the slightest so he could figure out where the f*ck you had gone.

But your scent is decamped with not a trace of or trail leading anywhere. Even your presence, the very feeling of your soul, is nowhere close.

He can't feel it, he can't feel you.

After years of saying it, knowing you so well, even after four years of disregarding each other, he knows you did it.

You ran away.

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

(Y/n) - Twenty-Two Years Old

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

Continuing on in pt.2

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

Short and dramatic, but it's better than nothing, right? This had been in the drafts for a long time, but I decided to break it up into 2 parts just to get it out. It also allows me to focus on the second act of the story.

This is setting up for pt.2, where all the drama is going to unfold. The reader gets found and realizes the truth, more daddy Zagan screen time (he's gonna be in a gang hehe), and Javan is confronted. There's gonna be fistfights, tears, and a lot of sl*tty demon s*x.

Psst, I'll let you in on a little secret. The Lamia household has lots of siblings, right? Well, certain demons have a little...hmm, how do I say this...have a breeding trait passed down through generations. Jahi has it, which explains the seven children, and well...Zagan's very much like his mother.

Which makes him a 'Breeding Bull'. So that's something to look forward to in pt.2 ;)

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

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꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

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identity-library · 17 hours

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Disability (TV Shows)

Arthur (1996)

Lydia Fox (Paralyzed, Wheelchair User)

Marina Datillo (Blind)

Avatar: Legend of Korra (2012)

Ming Hua (No Arms)

Avatar: The Last Airbender (2005)

Combustion Man (Multi-Limb Amputee)

Teo (Paralyzed, Wheelchair User)

Toph Beifong (Blind)

Big Mouth (2017)

Caleb Linden (Autistic)

Lars (Paralyzed, Wheelchair User)

Breaking Bad (2008)

Walter White Jr. (Cerebral Palsy)

Bluey (2018)

Dougie (Deaf)

Community (2009)

Abed Nadir (Autistic)

Jeremy Simmons (Paralyzed, Wheelchair User)

Craig of the Creek (2018)

Jackie (Deaf)

Daredevil (2015)

Matthew Murdock/Daredevil (Blind)

Dead End: Paranormal Park (2022)

Nora Khan (Autistic)

Zagan (Amputee)

Doc McStuffins (2012)

Wildlife Will (No Legs)

Elena of Avalor (2016)

Cristina (Unspecified Disability, Wheelchair User)

Fear the Walking Dead (2015)

Wendell Rabinowitz (Paralyzed, Wheelchair User)

Fireman Sam (1987)

Hannah Sparkes (Unspecified Walking Disability, Wheelchair User)

Glee (2009)

Artie Abrams (Paralyzed, Wheelchair User)

Becky Jackson (Down Syndrome)

Growing Up Fisher (2015)

Mel Fisher (Blind)

Hazbin Hotel (2024)

Lute (Amputee)

House (2004)

Gregory House (Leg Injury, Cane User)

Kim Possible (2002)

Felix Renton (Paralyzed, Wheelchair User)

Loudermilk (2017)

Roger Frostly (Limb Difference)

My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic (2010)

Kerfuffle (Amputee)

Scootaloo (Underdeveloped Wings)

Stellar Eclipse (Unspecified Disability, Wheelchair User)

Only Murders in the Building (2021)

Theo Dimas (Deaf)

Parenthood (2010)

Max Braverman (Autistic)

Paw Patrol (2013)

Rex (Unspecified Disability, Wheelchair User)

Percy Jackson and the Olympians (2023)

Hephaestus (Unspecified Disability, Cane User)

Phineas and Ferb (2007)

Heinz Doofenshmirtz (Multi-Limb Amputee)

PJ Masks (2015)

Ivan/Ice Cub (Paralyzed, Wheelchair User)

She-Ra and the Princesses of Power (2018)

Tallstar (Amputee)

Spirit Riding Free (2017)

Eleanor Kimble (Unspecified Disability, Wheelchair User)

Supernatural (2005)

Bobby Singer (Paralyzed, Wheelchair User)

Eileen Leahy (Deaf)

Superstore (2015)

Garrett McNeil (Paralyzed, Wheelchair User)

Nicki (Dwarfism, Wheelchair User)

The Big Bang Theory (2007)

Emily (Deaf)

The Owl House (2020)

Eda Clawthorne (Amputee)

Hieronymus Bump (Low Vision)

The Proud Family (2001)

Johnny McBride (Paralyzed, Wheelchair User)

The Walking Dead (2010)

Connie (Deaf)

Hershel Greene (Amputee)

Voltron: Legendary Defender (2016)

Takashi "Shiro" Shirogane (Amputee)

9-1-1 (2018)

Christopher Diaz (Cerebral Palsy)

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king-bee-sting · 3 years

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i see you’re tired of genshin requests, so i bring a magi one ✨ can you do alibaba x sick!reader? i imagine the trio is all traveling and reader doesn’t want to hold anyone back, however it isn’t until they’re deep in a battle (maybe the zagan dungeon?) that reader suddenly collapses with a high fever. how would the trio react?

Format: fic

Pairing(s): Alibaba Saluja x GN! Reader

Warnings: None

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Alibaba x Sick! Reader

Listen honey its been so long since ive seen magi and its like 1 am, im not gonna soft through all the episodes and manga looking for the Zagan Dungeon

So whatever happens in this is based off entirely memory so please excuse and mistakes and plot errors

-mod ein

Your whole body ached.

You had come down with some sickness and you did your best to hide your fever and weak muscles. Everyone is working so hard, you couldn't bring yourself to admit you were extremely under the weather. All you wanted was to collapse into a puddle of your own sick and let it pass, but you managed to steel yourself and help around the ship as the crew made their way to the Torran Village, where the dungeon of Zagan resided.

Prince Hakuryuu seemed to notice your fatigue and voice his worries to you.

"Oh, I'm alright," you dismissed with a smile. "Thank you, your highness."

"Ah, please, call me Hakuryuu!"

Shortly after you had reached your destination and discovered the cursed placed upon the villagers, you wiped your brow of sweat that had beaded. The heat did nothing to help your fever and certainly not your dizziness. A fool you were to enter a dungeon in less than proper circumstances. However, the thought of appearing desirable to a certain blonde drove you forward.

You had gotten separated from the group in the many tunnels of the dungeon, barely scraping by mobs. How you were still alive you never knew. When you managed to reunite with your companions, Alibaba finally took notice of your situation.

"(Y/N)!! Are you okay?" He asked, reaching his hands out in worry.

"Y-yes!" You reassured. "There was just a lot more enemies than I anticipated. I'm ok!"

He and the group sent you doubtful looks but pressed on. After the fake Zagan were taken care of and Morgiana in need of medical attention, you all took off through the streets of the forgotten Alma Torran (?), determined to obtain the Djinn, Zagan.

You almost got yourself killed during the fight against Princess Dunya. Your polearm shook in your grip, barely having the strength to hold it. You made the mistake of charging towards the princess' knight, Issac, who promptly threw you quite a ways away. You heard your name called from your friends, but you couldn't move. Could not lift your arms. Could not bend your legs. Was your head bleeding? You didn't know. You didn't care. The ground was oddly comforting, cool against your burning skin. Perhaps a quick nap will help?

- - - - -

When you awoke, it was dark. Your eyes have yet to adjust but you could smell the sea. Hear the waves. Where were you? Sitting up, you rubbed your eyes, wiping the sleep from them.

You finally took notice of the weight on your leg and gazed down at the one and only blonde prince.

Alibaba.

He was asleep, stretched over your legs and your bed. Your bed? You looked out the window to your right, drinking in the sky of stars and the fire-lit city. How were you back in Sindria?

A groan brought your attention back to Alibaba and you watched him copy your own sleepy actions. When his own eyes adjusted, they widened in shock, an open-mouthed grin spreading across his face. He nearly knocked you back into the mattress with his hug.

"(Y/N)!" He cried. "You're awake! Why didn't you tell us you were sick?!"

"I.." You paused, returning his tight hug. "I didn't want to slow you down or worry you guys."

"What are you talking about?! We're your friends! It's my- our job to worry about you. Make sure you're okay!"

You didn't forget about his little slip-up, but, to be honest, you were too focused on how warm his embrace was to bring it up just yet.

Ahaha i gave up if you couldnt tell

Im not exactly doing that great inspiration/motivation-wise, but hey at least i wrote it amiright

-mod ein

#magi the labyrinth of magic #magi the kingdom of magic #magi imagines #magi x reader #magi #magi alibaba #magi alibaba x reader #magi alibaba saluja #magi alibaba saluja x reader #alibaba #alibaba saluja #alibaba saluja x reader

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beebubb · 3 years

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My creepypasta AU! I really wanted to make my own creepypasta world where i can come up with ideas for the characters as to designing and coming up with their personalities and other stuff!

But before I describe my AU/world here are a few things I want to mention first

1. Some of these ideas are inspired by vivziepop, snuffbomb(I do not support what he did in the past, I just like the characters from the comic Creeps), and pastamonsters

2. There are ships that I will include with my OCs but it DOESN'T mean that I'm one of those fangirls that are like "BEnY iS mInE aNd nO oNe eLsE CaN hAvE him!!" and go after other fans! I respect if you ship yourself or your own characters with the same pasta that I like or if you like someone else! Also I might post some headcanons later on that will be based off of my AU and also I might do those Y/N x *insert your creepypasta love interest here* later on as well! So if you like this and wanna ask something or request something later on you can!

3. You don't have to completely like or agree with every single thing I write or make in my AU! This is just for my entertainment and for others!

4. This is includes demonology so I have like princes/kings/Dukes etc of hell so yes that does mean I include stolas but it is not the same stolas from helluva boss (made by vivziepop)

5. The entities I mention that are part of Demonology, each have their purpose as well.

OK now that I got that out of the way here is a bit of my AU!

The world is divided into 3, which is the earth world, underworld, and hell. What's the difference?

Earth world: this is the normal human world, where people like us exist etc

Underworld: this is where all monsters and killers live and exist (I was inspired by this part by the Creeps comic sense I really liked the concept of having an underworld for killers to live at)

Hell: this is where prince's, queens, kings, princesses, of hell exist. So pretty much rulers of hell.

What happens in the underworld?

(this was also inspired by Creeps) in the underworld it is kind of like the earth world, but of course like I mentioned before, this is where killers exist and all that.

The difference is pretty much what you do, what you can study for, what you do for work, and lifestyle.

What can you study for and work for in the underworld?

Here you can study for careers like morticians, hitman, bounty killers, professional stalkers, and killer apprentices(can also be known as studying to be a proxy), or a demon's apprentice (what you dedicate for is depending the demon you decide to work for)

There are also normal jobs of course, like surgeon, CEO, entrepreneur, and pathologist.

What's the difference between hell and the underworld?

In the underworld it is pretty much normal people that became killers, ghosts, etc.

In hell, only royalty and rulers live there.

Who are in hell?

Queen: lilith

Kings: bael, paimon, asmodeus, purson, belial, viné, balam, zalgo, zagan

Dukes: amduscias, Agares, eligos, astaroth, valefar, barbatos, gusion, zepar, bathin, saleos, aim, buné, berith, focalor, vepar, vual, crocell, allocer, murmur, gremory, vapula, flauros, dantalion.

Princes: vassago, sitri, ipos, gaap, stolas, orobas, seir, beelzebub, lucifer, slenderman (he is zalgo's son here)

Marquises: gamigin, aamon, leraje, naberius, ronové, forneus, marchosias, phenex, sabnock, shax, orias, andras, andrealphus, kimaris, decarabia.

Earls: furfur, malthus, raum, bifrons, andfomalius

Knights: furcas

President: barbas, buer, botis, morax, glasya-labolas, foras, malphas, haagenti, camio, ose, Amy, valac.

How can you get to the underworld?

There are a few ways that you can get to the underworld which are

1. You get brought by a demon from hell or by slenderman himself (very common and popular way). This usually happens once the underworld would be a much better place for you (for example, for Ben drowned he was brought to the underworld by slenderman after he died sense well he's a ghost now and was literally part of a hunted legend of Zelda video game so he was basically a bit of a poltergeist)

2. If you have any background with a killer that already lives in the underworld that was or is still related to you, you can also be brought to the underworld (kind of like when will Grossman was brought to the underworld and Isaac was looking for him (Isaac was his great great great grandpa I think))

3. Once your time has come to be in the underworld, you'll be teleported here, if you are dying then you would just wake up here, and if you are still conscious, you'll black out and get teleported.

What happens once you get to the underworld? Do you change?

Not much is changed, you still have the same personality and physical appearance that you had when you were in the underworld, the only physical change varies depending on how you died or why you came to the underworld (kind of like hazbin hotel and helluva boss, that depending on how you died you get left a mark that shows) or depending on what you did to yourself, a few examples are these:

-Jeff the killer: sense he killed his family and cut a smile on to his face, then when he's in the underworld, that smile does become permanent and a part of him, so it won't heal like a normal cut

-amari (my OC) didn't do anything to herself like Jeff did, but she was just power hungry and thrill seeking out of killing, so sense she has no self inflicted physical marks, once she came to the underworld, she had a skull in the iris of her eye (this kinda came out of the "the eyes are the Window to the soul" thing, and sense she literally wanted the death of others, she had a skull on her eye)

What pastas will I include? (if you are interested in having me do a y/n x creepypasta thing and you wanna know who I am including then this list is for you!)

-Jeff the killer

-Ben drowned

-Jane the killer

-Will grossman

-laughing jack

-nina the killer

-hoodie/Brian (I won't include marble hornets so here hoodie/Brian are the same, same goes for masky/Tim)

-masky/timothy

-sherry(my OC)

-eyeless jack

-slenderman

-ticci toby

-amelie/lady(my OC)

-amari(my OC)

-clockwork

-Damien (my OC)

-hobo heart

-offenderman

-splendor

-puppeteer

-zalgo

Info of the demons

They all have different personalities, morals, and different beliefs. So just because they are demons, it doesn't mean everyone is evil (except for zalgo, he's an evil mf)

-Some of them teach at the institution or schools

-they can make deals with anyone from the earth world and underworld

-sometimes they can take someone under their wing when they see potential in them

-Some of them have businesses, safe houses, proxies, etc just like slenderman

-sometimes they hire hitmen, bounty killers, and stalkers

Well that's it for now! I hope you like this concept I made!and like I said, I this is just for fun! Nothing of this is Canon for the original creators of the pastas or other characters, it's just something I made for my own entertainment and others!

#mine #my post #creepypasta #creepypasta headcanons #creepypasta au

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yandere-romanticaa · 4 years

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Ren Hakuryuu.

yandere! alphabet.

Requested by: Several diffirent people!

A - Attribute: What brought on this side of them? What made them suddenly click?

He's not sure ehen and how it happened, it kind of just did. Hakuryuu has been through so much and just the tought of losing someone so dear to him brings him endless agony. His obsession slowly grows, day by day, with no signs of stopping.

B - Blood: If they're extreme how messy are thry willing to get?

He can vary depending on his mood, but he is generally not very messy. He just wants to get over this, to just eliminate his target and to just focus on his s/o.

C - Cope: Do they try to deal with this jealousy sooner so they don't lash out later?

He'd prefer sooner rather then later. Hakuryuu wants to be soft and sweet to his s/o, but there are times when the line really has been crossed and Hakuryuu can't be calm or composed. He is just a storm that's going to happen and no one can stop it.

D - Death: Do they feel any sorrow for any of their victims at all?

He might feel some guilt at the beginning, but he would just justify it by saying that "he was protecting s/o!" or that the person he killed was evil and desrved it. Over time though, his guilt won't really plague him anymore and that is when he really becomes scary.

E - Earnest: Are they intense?

He really can be instense, even if he doesn't mean to be. At the beginning no one would expect him to be so freaking intense, but he really can be. His proposal is touching but he is just so... needy that s/o can't help but to feel pressured to just say "yes".

F - Fight: How would they feel if you fought back against them?

He would feel so hurt and betrayed. Can't his darling understand that he is doing this for them? That his only goal is to keep them safe, to ensure their innocence?! He will probably even become agressive is his s/o keeps fighting him, and if ever came to that Hakuryuu can become really scary...

G - Game: How much do they enjoy watching you run and have a fearful expression?

He doesn't really like it. He only hurts his s/o when he feels like he "needs" to in order to keep thrm in order. He honestly prefers to see his sweetheart smiling and happy rather thrn to see them in tears.

H - Hell: What would be your worst experience with them?

The first time he locks his s/o up. It just happens so suddenly and Hakuryuu is just so... dark. His grip is tight and his gaze if far more intense then usual. Poor s/o might even end up in tears because of this, and the rattling chains around their arms really don't help them.

I - Iron: How emotionally stable would you be throught the events that unfold?

It all depends for how long his s/o is locked up. There is a good chance that s/o will just end up being totally isolated at the end and that is when they slowly start to crack. Hakuryuu though will not let them fully break, he just won't. He needs his darling to stay intact even if he ends up breaking in the process.

J - Jet: How fast would it happen for them to go yandere?

It takes him a while, it is a slow process. But once it finally happens there is no going back. The dark rukh has consumed him and his obsession is just too deep...

K - Kill: Would they hurt anyone to get to you?

Yes. He might feel a but of guilt with his first victim, but later he just doesn't give a damn. s/o just needs to be his!

L - Lonely: How much loneliness would they feel if you two were apart?

Hakuryuu is going to be so sad if he needs to be separated from s/o, but s/o on the other hand feels so free once the clingy prince leaves. They can finally be at least a little free, and they can finally breathe... Even if it is for a few hours.

M - Might: How agressive would they be towards you?

Once he falls in to depravity his mood switches very quickly and he gets angry far more easily then usual. s/o better be on their best behaviour because Hakuryuu really can get rough when he feels like it.

N - Next: Would they ever move on after you?

No. A huge, firm no. He lost Morgiana, he can't lose s/o too. There is a good chance that if he does end up losing them Hakuryuu will just lose his will to live.

O - Opression: How many rights would they take away from you?

It all depends on s/o's behaviour. If they remain loyal and sweet, Hakuryuu can be pretty lenient. If they keep fighting him though he will only become stricter and stricter.

P - Prize: Would they consider this a game?

No, not really. Hakuryuu is just really motivated to win over his darling but he doesn't really see them as a trophy.

Q - Quality: Would they be secretive or be flashy about what they do?

At first he would be very secretive about everything. Hakuryuu doesn't like to brag, but if given the chance he really will brag about his darling. How perfect and sweet they are, that they are too good to him... He'll blush madly but he truly means every word that leaves his mouth.

R - Rain: Would they keep you inside forever?

Once he is crowned Emperor, he will lock his little darling away where no one will be able to find them. He is just too paranoid that something will happen to them that he just needs to do it. By doing so not only does he secure s/o's safety, he can also be closer to his darling. He might feel bad at the beginning but he would just justify it to himself later.

S - Stalker: Would they stalk you? How intense would it go?

Yes. Hakuryuu is a huge stalker mainly because he is insecure. He wants to knoe as much as he can about his s/o, and stalking is the perfect way to do so. He is always quiet like a mouse and no one can see or hear him...

T - Turmoil: Would they force you to team up with them?

He would perhaps preasure his s/o to become Empress. He just needs them by his side, and Hakuryuu won't be giving them other options any time soon.

U - Usage: Would they use you to get what they desire?

Hakuryuu has two wishes, and that is to become Emperor and to have s/o. He would never use his s/o like a stepping stone, but he would rather climb up towards the top with s/o.

V - Version: Would they do anything diffirent from the classic yandere?

Well, because of his royal status and djinn, he can't exactly be described as a downright classic yandere. Instead of rope, Hakuryuu just uses vines from Zagan and he can always make the plans a bit more wild if it is necessary.

W - Wild card: A random yandere headcanon.

Hakuryuu can be very affectionate and downright needy. The poor boy is touch starved, and nothing brings him greater joy then to just have s/o in his arms. He apso loves to spoil and cook for them. If they eat or actually praise his meal, Hakuryuu might just faint from joy!

X - Xenophobia: How much would they get angry from their jelaousy?

Very angry. I imagine Hakuryuu to be a very jealous and possessive yandere, so his anger would be crystal clear to his s/o. At the beginning he might try to hide it, but the way he speaks through gritted teeth really would be a sign that he will snap right there and then.

Y - Yandere: How many crimes would they commit?

He really doesn't want to admit it, but quite a few. He also needs to be catious about them as well. If word got out that a prince of the Kou Empire killed someone in cold blood, things really wouldn't be well for Hakuryuu....

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ghostgirlluminisa · 7 years

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Yandere Sinbad x Reader: The One That Denines the King: Part 1

When she first arrived to Sindria, well more she appeared out of nowhere, the king saw her wandering around, confused and scared. She was a strange one. Not a sound ever left her lips, not a sound ever left her steps, it was almost as she was ghost. And with the reactions his djiins were giving and told him that the girl had unexplainable knowledge of the world, he made up his mind to have her in his kingdom. One problem....

She avoided him like the plague and it irritated him to the fullest. So he made his quest, to make the girl speak. To hear her voice.

"I've noticed you have your eyes set on certain someone." Ja'far said one days as he brought a stack of papers to his King's office.

Sinbad smiles, pretending not to know.

"I don't know what you're talking about?" Sinbad said back as he signed papers.

Ja'far gave him a blank face and the King sweat drops.

"I know you have your eyes on (Y/n), Sin. She isn't just some conquest you can conquer. And based on the just the few days she stayed here, she doesn't like being around you." Ja'far said straight to his face.

"You think she may be a spy from Kou? Reim perhaps?" The king said, trying to change the subject.

"Sigh.....I don't think so. She's...how do I say it....afraid of people. She looks at people with fear and is mute." He said.

"Wait? What do you mean she's mute?" Sinbad said, confused.

- Garden -

"That's so pretty Miss (Y/n)!! Please teach me!" Kougyoku said as you gently gave her the flower crown you weaved using the flowers and roses you picked.

"Thank you." A water bubble appeared in your hands that smelled the words out.

"No thank you. You make a better teacher than Alibaba." Kougyoku giggled and Alibaba pouted.

Morgiana, Aladdin, and Hakuryuu were also present.

"(Y/n), why won't you talk?" Morgiana suddenly asked and you stiffened.

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to upset you!" She bowed and you shook your hands to make her stop.

You sighs and gave them a sad smile. Once again, you had your words spelled out into the water bubble for them to read.

"Growing up, I was always looked down upon and made fun of. I was bullied and harassed for 20 years. I have no mother or father. And when I would speak, people would ignore me. I was told if I would speak, my voice would sound hideous. I endured mental, physical, and emotional for 20 years. I was always told to be silence so I stayed silent. Since then, I have not spoken for 15 years. Reading books help me run away from my reality, even if it was just for a moment." You spelled out and everyone looked at you shocked.

"I was never shown kindness is receiving it, and speaking to you all, is a....overwhelming." you said and grinned crookedly.

Everyone was silent and you stiffened when you felt Aladdin suddenly hug you, and put his face in your chest.

"It's okay miss (Y/n). We understand. I know being with us can be overwhelming, but can take your time. You don't have to up to us right away. And I'm sure if you ever talk again one day, I'll be the prettiest voice in the world! So, take your time!" Aladdin grins to you.

Tears slowly fell from your eyes and everyone began panicking and you couldn't help but cry. Feeling kindness for this moment and from now on, was the greatest joy in the was the best thing that had ever happened in your life.

"Okay! Seeing as you can create a water bubble, I've decided to make you my apprentice! You will be joining Aladdin when I teach him magic." Yamuraiha said happily as you stared at her.

"Aaaww!! I wanted to teach her how to fly and manage the birds!" Pisti pouted and crossed her arms.

"I wanted to teach her the way of the sword with Alibaba!" Sharrkan glared at Yamuraiha.

The others watched as Yamraiha and Sharrkan began to argue who was going to train you.

You couldn't help but smile a bit. When you told the others that would read, you would read manga and watch anime. So you knew everything that was going to happen in the future in this world. But......

"What's going on?"

You felt someone behind you and turned. It was Sinbad. Fear filled you and you quickly went towards Ja'far.

"I want to teach (Y/n)!!" Pisti, Sharrkan and Yamuraiha yelled and then glared at each other.

Sinbad's eye twitched as he saw you run from him again. Don't get it wrong. When you first read about Sinbad, you liked him. He is a kind man, you've read what he's gone through. But, as the story went by, you saw the actions he did were wrong and made you hate him. It's a love and hate relationship with Sinbad. But now that you are here, with the real thing, flesh and blood, you feared him. If he ever found out you are from another world, you had knowledge of the future, everything about everything and everyone, he wouldn't let you leave Sindria at all. That's why you avoided the man like the plague. But seems you are catching his interest more and more.

"Really?" He said and smiles, "How about I train you personally?" Sinbad said.

"HEY!!" The other three said.

You shook your head. You refuse, you refuse, you refuse!!!

"Oh! She rejected his offer!" Hinahoho laughed at the face Sinbad was making.

"Respect her decision everyone. Alright then, who do you want to train you?" Sinbad said and smiles.

You stayed silent and everyone watched as you walked up to.....and took his hand.

"M-Me?!" Said person said in shock.

"SPARTOS?!" Everyone said in shock.

Hakuryuu smirked.

"That means you'll be training with me also." Hakuryuu said and patted your head.

You liked his warm touched and couldn't help but nuzzle, which made the poor boy turn red with embarrassment. You liked Hakuryuu, the boy is like a little brother to you. You smiled and hugged him to your chest, grinning and the poor boy with a bloody nose. Sinbad felt some sort of rage stir within him and then you pat the boy's head.

- A week Later -

"I think you should get a real spear." Hakuryuu said as both of you were taking a break.

You thought for moment and turned to Spartos, who was also in thought.

"I think it's a good idea. You've been using the practice ones from here, so I believe it might be time to get your own." Spartos smiles and you bowed to thank him.

During dinner, you saw all your favorite spots, that were far from Sinbad, were gone. And the only seat left was the one next to him. Sinbad smiles and you sigh and make yourself to the chair.

"Glad you could join us! How's training?" Sinbad asked as he saw you sit down, but you scooted away from him.

You took a bite of your food and smile. Hakuryuu must have cooked today. You picked up your cup and took a sip and immediately spit it out.

"Are you alright?!" Sinbad went up to you and lightly patted your back.

You coughed and shooed him away. You made a water bubble appear and spelled your words out.

"I hate wine......." it said and everyone stared at you.

"No worries sis! I can't drink wine yet but we can share some orange jucie together!" Aladdin said and you nodded.

So you were poured a glass of orange juice and sat back down.

"Ahem!" Spartos cleared his throat and everyone turned to him, "my king, I was wondering if we could go to the blacksmith's shop tomorrow for (Y/n) to obtain her own spear. She's done an excellent job in training and I believe it is time." Spartos said and you nodded.

Sinbad thought for a moment then then spoke.

"No need for her to go to the blacksmith. I think I have the right spear that may suite her." Sinbad said and you looked at him shocked.

You shook your head, refusing anything that he offered you.

"She says no. (Y/n), do you have something against the king?" Drakon asked and you shook your head.

"Please understand, I do not wish to accept anything out of personal values. I grew up where I must earn my achievements." You wrote.

"You've done well and you have earned it. So please, accept it." Sinbad said as he took your hand but slapped his away.

He was starting to get annoyed by your attitude towards him.

"I REFUSE!" You spelled in bold letters and your face showed anger and you stormed out.

"Rejected once again....5 STRIKES IN A ROW!!" Sharrkan laughed.

You went to your room and slammed the door shut. You flopped onto your bed and hugged your pillow. And about to close your eyes when you suddenly felt a breeze and looked to your window, and your eyes slowly went wide.

"I really am hurt (Y/n)....." Amber eyes looked at you as you sat up and with a smile.

You were frozen then........water suddenly surrounded you and turned to dragons and charged at Sinbad, which completely caught him off guard and bolted. At times like this, he wished he didn't use Zepra. While he was trying to get away from your water dragons, you huffed and shut and lock you window and locked the door to your room.

- The Next Day -

Kougyoku looked at you confused as you made a green gem go into her chest.

"What's this?" She asked as pink sakura blossom appeared on her forehead.

She blushed as she saw herself in your mirror, she looked like a cute shrine maiden.

"I placed a protection spell on you. If anyone uses their djiin powers on you, it is completely nullified and has no effect on you." You spelled out.

"Incredible! Thank you (Y/n)!" Shemsaid and hugged you.

One, you truly care for her, that is why you placed the spell and to stop Sinbad's plan. The two of you left your room and of course, today Kougyoku and Sinbad would battle. A dew hours later, that actually happened. You were glad you were brought when the Zagan arc ended. Hakuryuu has Zagan, and lost his arm....

You watched as Sinbad transformed to Zepra and you made everyone go deaf with your magic to protect them, same with you. As Sinbad used Zepra, the sound hit the entire empire but......

His eyes went wide as he saw Kougyoku smirking at him.

"Sorry to tell you King Sinbad, but djinn magic has no affect on me." She grins.

Everyone else was confused why they didn't fall asleep. You released the spell on them and yourself.

"So you have a djinn that can nullified djiin magic........" Sinbad said as the two landed and undjiin equip.

You inwardly smirked and hugged Kougyoku from behind. Sinbad stared at the two you while the princess was blushing.

Kougyoku is my sister! You are forbidden to touch her!" You spelled out and glared with puff cheeks at Sinbad and hugged Kougyoku tighter.

Sinbad sweat drops then noticed the sakura marking on Kougyoku.

"I don't remember that marking on your forehead princess. What happened?" He asked.

"This is symbol that shrine maidens in Kou wear as a symbolism of peace and prosperity. It's to show that I wish for peace between our countries." Kougyoku smiles.

You smile and look up to Sinbad.

"I see. That is a beautiful way of showing it." He then turned to you, "(Y/n), I would like to make a deal with you." He said and everyone began to get confused.

"Since you rejected the spear I wished to give you, how about this? We will have a match. If you win, you don't have to accept it and I will do whatever you want. But if I win, " he smirked and she narrowed her eyes, "you will accept it and become my second vizier." Sinbad said.

The world around you froze. You clench your fist and walked up to him then....

SLAP!!!

Everyone gasped and couldn't believe what you just did. Sinbad slowly turned back to you and saw you holding in tears.

"I......"

Everyone froze as retracted your hand and glared at him, the ground underneath you frozen solid.

"I am not a conquest." You said in the coldest voice ever and left.

- A Few Hours Later: Your Room -

"(Y/n)....." Kougyoku said as you had your head lying on her lap, and lightly running her fingers in your hair.

You stayed silent and just relaxed in her warmth. Aladdin, Alibaba, Morgiana, and Hakuryuu were present.

"We've wanted to hear your voice but....not like this..." Morgiana said as she patted your head.

"Sis...uncle Sinbad is sorry.....he knows what he's done wrong....will you please accept his apology?" Aladdin said and you shook your head.

You sat up and patted his head. The other day they were discussing their plans for the future. You made your choice. Tomorrow, the ship for everyone's departure leaves. You will leave, making sure none of the generals know, especially Sinbad. You will leave to Kou with Hakuryuu and Kougyoku. You already the trio and Kou siblings and they swore not to say a word. They said goodnight and left your room. You sigh and sat on your bed and opened the window a bit. You hugged your knees and began to sing....

Those days were like dreams

Now you've gone

Left me with a coward smile

and those gentle nails

Just like those boring petals

Let me forget the pain

Gently, behind your back

Cried and smiled

I was filled with such a strange kindness,

Made me recalling those never returning days

Holding back my breath

inside the miniature garden

Seasons have forgotten to pass

They were inside the peaceful time

as if in the bottom of ocean

Freezing petals

Scattering and blooming in the night

How painful,

Just like the white snow

All the deep sorrow

that befell upon you,

I just want to drive them all away

I believe,

I can't forgive

every single creatures

who have hurt you

I want to back

to those gentle days so much

that my tears are falling

Petals of flowers

that we looked together

have withered and fallen

Moon was hiding behind the clouds

You lost your way

Those eyes

were about to burst into tears

If you try to combine those two parts

I believe,

a gentle thing will be born

even from a jagged heart

You've never forgiven

every single creatures who have hurt me

That's all enough for me

I clang hard onto your hands

that you've reached out just for a joke

Finally, a warm ray of hope has lit up

upon this world I gave up

Freezing petals

Cutting off through the night

I gather every plucked lights

into a bouquet

Just like a happiness

I just want to scatter them all

Right above you

You've promised me, right?

That you'll get angry

if I do

something bad

That's why, I believe

that you'll find me once again

I don't need

to be in a lonely place anymore, right?

Petals of flowers

I looked up all alone by myself

have withered and fallen

You sang and let your tears fall.

"I'm sorry......" you suddenly heard and saw Sinbad standing on the window edge.

You glared and closed the window in his face and used magic to turn the glass black, so he wouldn't see inside, Sinbad sighs and knocked on it but no response. You were packing your belongings and put them in your magic closet.

"(Y/n), open the window this instant." Sinbad ordered and you glared at the window.

"You are not my king."

Fury filled him.

"Open this damn window right this instant or so call help me!" He said furiously and you spoke, the voice of a queen.

"You are not my king. I am not a conquest. I belong to no one." And with that, you heard the window shatter, the glass looking like rain around him. He walked up to you and both of you looked dead in the eyes.

"You are no longer the same man you were once. I admire you but I despise you. I serve no one. You are a man that does not take no for an answer. Then I shall continue to be the one that says no." You said and the black rukh surrounded the two of you.

Sinbad glared menacingly then chuckled.

"Very well then. I----!!" He froze the instant he saw a rukh silhouette hug you and glare at him.

Zepra began reacting all of a sudden and Sinbad felt like he was looking at Serendine. You closed your eyes and pointed out the door and spoke.

"Leave."

- The Next Day -

"WHAT?!" Sinbad yelled as all the generals stiffened.

It's been 8 hours since the boat left and you were nowhere to be found.

"We checked her room and all her belongings are gone. But she left a note that she is going with Morgiana." Spartos said.

But he lied on the part of Morgiana. He knows you are heading to Kou and respected your decision. Sinbad gritted his teeth. His plan....ruined! Everything was ruined! His plan to use the Kou princess, his plan to get information out of you....everything! When he woke up this morning.....

"My queen has returned. Forgive me king Sinbad but I shall return to her. For she is my one true King."

Zepra disappeared from his ring and left to who knows where. Most likely with you. He swore he'll get you back and make you his. If you are the spider then he is the one that can kill it.

- With you -

"For my true Queen has return! I shall serve you till the very end!" Zepra said cheerfully and smiled.

The three of you stopped near a village to restock on supplies. You sat down and closed your eyes.

You were transported to a labyrinth of pink spider lilies and there, standing in the center of the labyrinth, was Serendine. You walked up to her and smile.

"I'm you're alright. Sinbad has changed so much. He isn't the same man as before." She said and you nodded.

"It seems I'm on his...to kill list." You cringed.

Serendine chuckled and walked up to you and clasp your hands.

"He won't hurt you. That man has an interest with you. What do you plan to do from now on? You won't see him for an entire year till the war of Magnoshat." She said worried.

You smiled and pointed to your metal vessel.

"I can assure you that I will protect her!" Zepra said.

"I will, stay three months in Kou, then 3 in Reim, 3 in Partevia, and three in Magnoshutatt." You said and she grins.

"Sounds like an adventure to me! I will teach you my countries studies of poisons. I think you will like it." She winked and you giggle.

You opened your eyes and saw Kougyoku speaking to Hakuryuu about the cute bunny sweets that she bought. You smile and looked up to the sky, unknown to you, Sinbad was too looking at the sky from his kingdom. He smiles as he walked back to his room, where he had a shirt that belonged to you on his bed. He picked it up and smelled it. The scent of jasmins and spider lillies, but also cherries. He licked his lips. He can see it. You, squirming underneath him as he ravished you and had you screaming his name at the top of your lungs. He chuckled darkly and already had a room prepared for you. One that only he can enter......

"Soon my sweet spider lily......you will soon be the maiden that I deflower and make mine for all eternity....."

(To be continued......)

So those that have requested for halloween, I may not finish them all by that day, but I will keep working on them and publish them till I am done! Also, I noticed that you guys like my Masrur and Natsumi pair from my story, Change it All, and will release a one shot of them soon!! Till then, enjoy!

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Yandere Sinbad x Reader: The One That Denines the King:Part 1

She avoided him like the plague and it irritated him to the fullest. So he made his quest, to make the girl speak. To hear her voice. "I've noticed you have your eyes set on certain someone." Ja'far said one days as he brought a stack of papers to his King's office. Sinbad smiles, pretending not to know. "I don't know what you're talking about?" Sinbad said back as he signed papers. Ja'far gave him a blank face and the King sweat drops. "I know you have your eyes on (Y/n), Sin. She isn't just some conquest you can conquer. And based on the just the few days she stayed here, she doesn't like being around you." Ja'far said straight to his face. "You think she may be a spy from Kou? Reim perhaps?" The king said, trying to change the subject. "Sigh.....I don't think so. She's...how do I say it....afraid of people. She looks at people with fear and is mute." He said. "Wait? What do you mean she's mute?" Sinbad said, confused.

- Garden -

"That's so pretty Miss (Y/n)!! Please teach me!" Kougyoku said as you gently gave her the flower crown you weaved using the flowers and roses you picked. "Thank you." A water bubble appeared in your hands that smelled the words out. "No thank you. You make a better teacher than Alibaba." Kougyoku giggled and Alibaba pouted. Morgiana, Aladdin, and Hakuryuu were also present. "(Y/n), why won't you talk?" Morgiana suddenly asked and you stiffened. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to upset you!" She bowed and you shook your hands to make her stop. You sighs and gave them a sad smile. Once again, you had your words spelled out into the water bubble for them to read. "Growing up, I was always looked down upon and made fun of. I was bullied and harassed for 20 years. I have no mother or father. And when I would speak, people would ignore me. I was told if I would speak, my voice would sound hideous. I endured mental, physical, and emotional for 20 years. I was always told to be silence so I stayed silent. Since then, I have not spoken for 15 years. Reading books help me run away from my reality, even if it was just for a moment." You spelled out and everyone looked at you shocked. "I was never shown kindness is receiving it, and speaking to you all, is a....overwhelming." you said and grinned crookedly. Everyone was silent and you stiffened when you felt Aladdin suddenly hug you, and put his face in your chest. "It's okay miss (Y/n). We understand. I know being with us can be overwhelming, but can take your time. You don't have to up to us right away. And I'm sure if you ever talk again one day, I'll be the prettiest voice in the world! So, take your time!" Aladdin grins to you. Tears slowly fell from your eyes and everyone began panicking and you couldn't help but cry. Feeling kindness for this moment and from now on, was the greatest joy in the was the best thing that had ever happened in your life.

"Okay! Seeing as you can create a water bubble, I've decided to make you my apprentice! You will be joining Aladdin when I teach him magic." Yamuraiha said happily as you stared at her. "Aaaww!! I wanted to teach her how to fly and manage the birds!" Pisti pouted and crossed her arms. "I wanted to teach her the way of the sword with Alibaba!" Sharrkan glared at Yamuraiha. The others watched as Yamraiha and Sharrkan began to argue who was going to train you. You couldn't help but smile a bit. When you told the others that would read, you would read manga and watch anime. So you knew everything that was going to happen in the future in this world. But......

"What's going on?"

You felt someone behind you and turned. It was Sinbad. Fear filled you and you quickly went towards Ja'far. "I want to teach (Y/n)!!" Pisti, Sharrkan and Yamuraiha yelled and then glared at each other. Sinbad's eye twitched as he saw you run from him again. Don't get it wrong. When you first read about Sinbad, you liked him. He is a kind man, you've read what he's gone through. But, as the story went by, you saw the actions he did were wrong and made you hate him. It's a love and hate relationship with Sinbad. But now that you are here, with the real thing, flesh and blood, you feared him. If he ever found out you are from another world, you had knowledge of the future, everything about everything and everyone, he wouldn't let you leave Sindria at all. That's why you avoided the man like the plague. But seems you are catching his interest more and more. "Really?" He said and smiles, "How about I train you personally?" Sinbad said. "HEY!!" The other three said. You shook your head. You refuse, you refuse, you refuse!!! "Oh! She rejected his offer!" Hinahoho laughed at the face Sinbad was making. "Respect her decision everyone. Alright then, who do you want to train you?" Sinbad said and smiles. You stayed silent and everyone watched as you walked up to.....and took his hand. "M-Me?!" Said person said in shock. "SPARTOS?!" Everyone said in shock. Hakuryuu smirked. "That means you'll be training with me also." Hakuryuu said and patted your head. You liked his warm touched and couldn't help but nuzzle, which made the poor boy turn red with embarrassment. You liked Hakuryuu, the boy is like a little brother to you. You smiled and hugged him to your chest, grinning and the poor boy with a bloody nose. Sinbad felt some sort of rage stir within him and then you pat the boy's head.

- A week Later -

You clashed your spear with Hakuryuu's, both of you using magoi manipulation. Spartos watched and nodded in approval. He was amazed by how quickly you picked up the spear and you combined your skills with water and sound magic, you have been given the name, Lady of The Lake. You sweat drop at the name because that name belongs to Azura from Fire Emblem Fates. "I think you should get a real spear." Hakuryuu said as both of you were taking a break. You thought for moment and turned to Spartos, who was also in thought. "I think it's a good idea. You've been using the practice ones from here, so I believe it might be time to get your own." Spartos smiles and you bowed to thank him.

During dinner, you saw all your favorite spots, that were far from Sinbad, were gone. And the only seat left was the one next to him. Sinbad smiles and you sigh and make yourself to the chair. "Glad you could join us! How's training?" Sinbad asked as he saw you sit down, but you scooted away from him. You took a bite of your food and smile. Hakuryuu must have cooked today. You picked up your cup and took a sip and immediately spit it out. "Are you alright?!" Sinbad went up to you and lightly patted your back. You coughed and shooed him away. You made a water bubble appear and spelled your words out. "I hate wine......." it said and everyone stared at you. "No worries sis! I can't drink wine yet but we can share some orange jucie together!" Aladdin said and you nodded. So you were poured a glass of orange juice and sat back down. "Ahem!" Spartos cleared his throat and everyone turned to him, "my king, I was wondering if we could go to the blacksmith's shop tomorrow for (Y/n) to obtain her own spear. She's done an excellent job in training and I believe it is time." Spartos said and you nodded. Sinbad thought for a moment then then spoke. "No need for her to go to the blacksmith. I think I have the right spear that may suite her." Sinbad said and you looked at him shocked. You shook your head, refusing anything that he offered you. "She says no. (Y/n), do you have something against the king?" Drakon asked and you shook your head. "Please understand, I do not wish to accept anything out of personal values. I grew up where I must earn my achievements." You wrote. "You've done well and you have earned it. So please, accept it." Sinbad said as he took your hand but slapped his away. He was starting to get annoyed by your attitude towards him. "I REFUSE!" You spelled in bold letters and your face showed anger and you stormed out. "Rejected once again....5 STRIKES IN A ROW!!" Sharrkan laughed.

- The Next Day -

Kougyoku looked at you confused as you made a green gem go into her chest. "What's this?" She asked as pink sakura blossom appeared on her forehead. She blushed as she saw herself in your mirror, she looked like a cute shrine maiden. "I placed a protection spell on you. If anyone uses their djiin powers on you, it is completely nullified and has no effect on you." You spelled out. "Incredible! Thank you (Y/n)!" Shemsaid and hugged you. One, you truly care for her, that is why you placed the spell and to stop Sinbad's plan. The two of you left your room and of course, today Kougyoku and Sinbad would battle. A dew hours later, that actually happened. You were glad you were brought when the Zagan arc ended. Hakuryuu has Zagan, and lost his arm.... You watched as Sinbad transformed to Zepra and you made everyone go deaf with your magic to protect them, same with you. As Sinbad used Zepra, the sound hit the entire empire but......

His eyes went wide as he saw Kougyoku smirking at him. "Sorry to tell you King Sinbad, but djinn magic has no affect on me." She grins. Everyone else was confused why they didn't fall asleep. You released the spell on them and yourself. "So you have a djinn that can nullified djiin magic........" Sinbad said as the two landed and undjiin equip. You inwardly smirked and hugged Kougyoku from behind. Sinbad stared at the two you while the princess was blushing. Kougyoku is my sister! You are forbidden to touch her!" You spelled out and glared with puff cheeks at Sinbad and hugged Kougyoku tighter. Sinbad sweat drops then noticed the sakura marking on Kougyoku. "I don't remember that marking on your forehead princess. What happened?" He asked. "This is symbol that shrine maidens in Kou wear as a symbolism of peace and prosperity. It's to show that I wish for peace between our countries." Kougyoku smiles. You smile and look up to Sinbad. "I see. That is a beautiful way of showing it." He then turned to you, "(Y/n), I would like to make a deal with you." He said and everyone began to get confused. "Since you rejected the spear I wished to give you, how about this? We will have a match. If you win, you don't have to accept it and I will do whatever you want. But if I win, " he smirked and she narrowed her eyes, "you will accept it and become my second vizier." Sinbad said. The world around you froze. You clench your fist and walked up to him then....

SLAP!!!

Everyone gasped and couldn't believe what you just did. Sinbad slowly turned back to you and saw you holding in tears.

"I......"

Everyone froze as retracted your hand and glared at him, the ground underneath you frozen solid. "I am not a conquest." You said in the coldest voice ever and left.

- A Few Hours Later: Your Room -

"(Y/n)....." Kougyoku said as you had your head lying on her lap, and lightly running her fingers in your hair. You stayed silent and just relaxed in her warmth. Aladdin, Alibaba, Morgiana, and Hakuryuu were present. "We've wanted to hear your voice but....not like this..." Morgiana said as she patted your head. "Sis...uncle Sinbad is sorry.....he knows what he's done wrong....will you please accept his apology?" Aladdin said and you shook your head. You sat up and patted his head. The other day they were discussing their plans for the future. You made your choice. Tomorrow, the ship for everyone's departure leaves. You will leave, making sure none of the generals know, especially Sinbad. You will leave to Kou with Hakuryuu and Kougyoku. You already the trio and Kou siblings and they swore not to say a word. They said goodnight and left your room. You sigh and sat on your bed and opened the window a bit. You hugged your knees and began to sing....

Those days were like dreams Now you've gone Left me with a coward smile and those gentle nails

Just like those boring petals Let me forget the pain Gently, behind your back Cried and smiled

I was filled with such a strange kindness, Made me recalling those never returning days Holding back my breath inside the miniature garden

Seasons have forgotten to pass They were inside the peaceful time as if in the bottom of ocean

Freezing petals Scattering and blooming in the night How painful, Just like the white snow All the deep sorrow that befell upon you, I just want to drive them all away

I believe, I can't forgive every single creatures who have hurt you I want to back to those gentle days so much that my tears are falling Petals of flowers that we looked together have withered and fallen

Moon was hiding behind the clouds You lost your way Those eyes were about to burst into tears

If you try to combine those two parts I believe, a gentle thing will be born even from a jagged heart

You've never forgiven every single creatures who have hurt me That's all enough for me

I clang hard onto your hands that you've reached out just for a joke Finally, a warm ray of hope has lit up upon this world I gave up

Freezing petals Cutting off through the night I gather every plucked lights into a bouquet Just like a happiness I just want to scatter them all Right above you

You've promised me, right? That you'll get angry if I do something bad That's why, I believe that you'll find me once again I don't need to be in a lonely place anymore, right? Petals of flowers I looked up all alone by myself have withered and fallen

You sang and let your tears fall. "I'm sorry......" you suddenly heard and saw Sinbad standing on the window edge. You glared and closed the window in his face and used magic to turn the glass black, so he wouldn't see inside, Sinbad sighs and knocked on it but no response. You were packing your belongings and put them in your magic closet. "(Y/n), open the window this instant." Sinbad ordered and you glared at the window.

"You are not my king."

Fury filled him. "Open this damn window right this instant or so call help me!" He said furiously and you spoke, the voice of a queen. "You are not my king. I am not a conquest. I belong to no one." And with that, you heard the window shatter, the glass looking like rain around him. He walked up to you and both of you looked dead in the eyes. "You are no longer the same man you were once. I admire you but I despise you. I serve no one. You are a man that does not take no for an answer. Then I shall continue to be the one that says no." You said and the black rukh surrounded the two of you. Sinbad glared menacingly then chuckled. "Very well then. I----!!" He froze the instant he saw a rukh silhouette hug you and glare at him.

Zepra began reacting all of a sudden and Sinbad felt like he was looking at Serendine. You closed your eyes and pointed out the door and spoke.

"Leave."

- The Next Day -

"WHAT?!" Sinbad yelled as all the generals stiffened. It's been 8 hours since the boat left and you were nowhere to be found. "We checked her room and all her belongings are gone. But she left a note that she is going with Morgiana." Spartos said. But he lied on the part of Morgiana. He knows you are heading to Kou and respected your decision. Sinbad gritted his teeth. His plan....ruined! Everything was ruined! His plan to use the Kou princess, his plan to get information out of you....everything! When he woke up this morning.....

"My queen has returned. Forgive me king Sinbad but I shall return to her. For she is my one true King."

Zepra disappeared from his ring and left to who knows where. Most likely with you. He swore he'll get you back and make you his. If you are the spider then he is the one that can kill it.

- With you -

You had Kougyoku come with you and Hakuryuu as the three of you rode your horses to the army base that Hakuei was at. You didn't want Kougyoku to be endanger, that's why you had her come with you and Hakuryuu. You touched the golden and beautiful spear you had secretly made for you, and was now, your metal vessel. "For my true Queen has return! I shall serve you till the very end!" Zepra said cheerfully and smiled. The three of you stopped near a village to restock on supplies. You sat down and closed your eyes.

You were transported to a labyrinth of pink spider lilies and there, standing in the center of the labyrinth, was Serendine. You walked up to her and smile. "I'm you're alright. Sinbad has changed so much. He isn't the same man as before." She said and you nodded. "It seems I'm on his...to kill list." You cringed. Serendine chuckled and walked up to you and clasp your hands. "He won't hurt you. That man has an interest with you. What do you plan to do from now on? You won't see him for an entire year till the war of Magnoshat." She said worried. You smiled and pointed to your metal vessel. "I can assure you that I will protect her!" Zepra said. "I will, stay three months in Kou, then 3 in Reim, 3 in Partevia, and three in Magnoshutatt." You said and she grins. "Sounds like an adventure to me! I will teach you my countries studies of poisons. I think you will like it." She winked and you giggle.

"Soon my sweet spider lily......you will soon be the maiden that I deflower and make mine for all eternity....."

(To be continued......)

Why this popped up in my head, I don't know. Still crying over new Sinbad no Bouken chapter that was released......WHAAAAAAA!!!! MY SMOL BEAN MYSTRAS!!!!😭😭😭 OKTAHA YOU SADIST!! 😡😡😡😠😠 So those that have requested for halloween, I may not finish them all by that day, but I will keep working on them and publish them till I am done! Also, I noticed that you guys like my Masrur and Natsumi pair from my story, Change it All, and will release a one shot of them soon!! Till then, enjoy!

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