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georgiapeach30513 · 1 year

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Rumplestiltskin, Branwen Barber

Summary: Branwen is growing up

Pairings: Branwen/Lance X Chase, Branwen X Dove, Branwen X the Bears

Rating: 🥺🥺

Warnings: none, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 2.4K

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*dividers created by @firefly-graphics

“Oh my little raven,” Lance bounces the baby in his arms, trying to get her to stop crying to no avail. “Branwen, my darling, I don’t understand.”

Chase growls. His head resting in his hand, before he looks up from his thorned throne, slamming the hand on the armrest, and it only makes her cry harder. “Would you get that thing to shut up. I thought she would be an asset to us, but instead she’s giving away our location with her shrill cries. Take her to her mother.”

Branwen’s golden eyes start to get darker and she lifts up out of Lance’s arms and cries directly at the other faerie, “I have told you she’s smart. She won’t take kindly to screaming at her,” she reaches towards the exits. Her fist curling up, making grabby hands. “Is that what you want? You need your mother?”

“Get rid of it. I will have her left in the woods for Geralt to carry her off. Leaving nothing but her scattered bones in the forest,” looking back at Chase her screams reach a high pitch that rattles the walls. Even Andy searching in the forest, stills, listening further.

“You beastly! Lance control the brat.”

“Maybe if you didn’t give her juice made from the golden apples she wouldn’t be acting like this!”

“Maybe if you would have milked the fucking cow she would have something to drink,” Branwen slaps at Lance’s arm, growling at him. “Baah! To you, too.”

Lance looks down to her chubby little arm, pulling at a few black feathers on her. She turns to look at him pouting, “They’re attached. What did you do?”

“Good. She can be our little spy and eyes of the sky. Are you becoming what your name means?”

“Chase, these are raven feathers.”

“So they are.”

“I’m going to Aurelia’s tower. And I’m staying, and will try to figure out how I’m supposed to teach a baby how to use powers. She only crawls and she’s sprouting feathers! You’re the vilest of monsters in the forest,” Chase shrugs his shoulders, and flicks his hand towards the door. “How many apples have you eaten?”

“Are you jealous?”

“I feel sorry for you.”

Chase’s nose curls up in a snarl. Gritting his teeth, he clings tightly to his throne, “You think you’re better than me because your feathers change colors. The demon faerie turning back into an Angel. Why don’t you go live with Castiel, and explain to him what you did. How you took a baby from her father. And how you don’t know how to make deals with humans.”

“Aurelia was born of magic! And you know. You have her mother in a well. It would be near impossible to trick her.”

“The damn mermaid wasn’t cooperating. I need ears and eyes on land, water, and the air. And that little brat will be next,” Lance launches himself into the air to go to you, ignoring his tyrant bother all together. “She will be mine. As soon as the laws that bind me from making deals with children end. She will be mine.”

Lance lands softly into your room, setting Branwen on the bed, and the baby crawls up your body, laying belly down on your stomach, while her head rests on your chest, “Mama.”

“Yes, my beautiful raven. That’s your mama,” walking closer to her, he pets along the feathers on her arm, and she hides her arm from him, pouting and shaking her head no. “I don’t want to hurt you. I’m curious. I think you may be covered in feathers one day. But those only appear when you’re angry. Look.”

She brings her arm back, and they both watch as one dissolves back into her skin. “Your mother relaxes you, huh? I’m sorry, my child,” he regretfully answers. Walking towards your bed, he brushes the hair off your face. “She’s beautiful, isn’t she?”

Branwen’s eyes get heavier, and her hand reaches for her arm. Without thinking, Lance pulls up your arm to lay over her body. It was a pitiful way for her to hold Branwen. “Your mother saw past my corrupt heart. If I had to do it over again, I wouldn’t have done it.”

“Dada.”

“No, darling, your daddy would take you away from me. Men in the forest are not to be trusted. You never know what they are capable of. Now, sleep. And when you wake, you can have your apple juice,” her lips smack as her eyes fully close. This was the best way for her to sleep. She felt most at ease when she was with you.

Lance sits on a chair close by watching the two of you, if he had to do it again, he’d never taken you. He would have left you and Branwen to be found by Andy. Ready to gravel at his feet while he begged for forgiveness. And now he thinks he’s just too far gone. Needing to keep the charade up a bit more.

Branwen walks through the forest, having heard people’s voices. Pushing back branches as she gets closer to a woman with a swollen stomach, holding a toddler over her head smiling. A man rests his hand on her belly, smiling up at the little girl, and they both giggle up at her.

Getting too close, a she steps on a fallen branch, and the crack alert the couple, and she starts to retreat. “Bucky, there’s a little girl.”

He stands up, blocking his wife and daughter, trying to get closer to her, “Are you alone?”

“Don’t eat me,” Branwen cowers away. Her fear making her transformation impossible. “I can’t fly away. Please don’t eat me.”

“I don’t eat children. Are you alone?”

“I’m supposed to be watching the woods for my uncle.”

Bucky turns back to the woman, giving her an odd look before stepping closer to her, “Where’s your mother?”

“Asleep in the tower. You won’t eat me?” She trembles, trying to look around at you, and gives you the most pitiful look.”

“Would you like some food? Water?”

“Dove!”

“Bucky, this is a child. I am a mother, and she’s alone in the forest, if you and the others can not protect me, Orla, and this unborn baby from a child, there is something clearly wrong. Come on, little one. What’s your name?”

Never give them your real name, Lance’s voice is clear in her head. “Raven.”

“That’s a beautiful name. Come on. You’re a bit older than my daughter Orla, but I’m sure you two can play. Do you have brothers and sisters?” Branwen shakes her head reaching out to grab the woman’s hand. “Don’t worry, Bucky is a lot scarier looking that he actually is.”

“If anything should happen to you or the babies, I…”

“Nothing will happen, James. She’s fine.”

——

Artie tries gathering his sisters up from foraging in the forest, “Eden, Calysta, can you quit rolling around, and grab your baskets.”

The twin girls giggle as they continue to spin around until they get dizzy, and falling to the floor. “No wonder daddy and papa have doubts you’ll turn into a bear,” a girl dressed in all black, a several years older than Artie drops to the floor, and both girls scream running behind their brother.

He backs them up slowly, trying to get close enough to the cottage to call out to his fathers. “What do you mean they’ll turn into a bear?”

“We’re werebears,” he whispers, getting ever closer to the cottage.

“So you drink apple juice everyday? Am I a wereraven?”

“What are you talking about?” He looks back at his sister, “Fetch papa and daddy,” looking back at Branwen she lets a few feathers sprout on her arm. “I don’t want to hurt you, bird. My fathers are a grizzly and kodiak. And they’ll eat you.”

“I don’t want to hurt you. I’m curious. I’ve never met anyone that can change into an animal.”

“Artie,” Eden gives her big brother a tug on his arm, and he glances back swishing his head towards the cottage. “She’s pretty. Do you growl?”

“Ravens don’t growl,” she giggles. Sitting down on the ground. “Did you know that the name Eden means blessed bear and Calysta means most beautiful and is in a bear constellation. Artie? Is that short for Arthur?”

“Yes!” Eden says, grabbing her sisters hand to sit in front of the girl. “He’s already turned. He’s a polar bear.”

“Ahh, the white and noble bear. His name literally means bear,” Arthur wants to get his dads. But he couldn’t leave his sisters. “And do you guys turn, too?”

“They haven’t,” Calysta pouts back at her brother, while Eden slaps her hand on the floor. “They probably won’t.”

“Artie only changed because Sadie was threatened,” Calysta giggles. Both girls collapse on each other all giggly again.

“Sadie Barnes?” They both laugh out a yes, and Brawnwen looks up at him. “I know her. And Orla. Are there other bears?”

“Koda!” Eden squeaks. Both girls now giddy and in tears with laughter.

“Koda, little bear,” she smiles, reaching a hand out to the girls.

“Don’t touch them?” Arthur’s skin prickles up, and he shakes his head. “Please, I can’t control the anger just yet.”

“Artie! Eden! Calysta!”

“That’s our mama!” Calysta jumps up, running towards her voice, and grabs a hold of her mother’s legs with Eden shortly behind.

You walk to see your handsome boy, trying to control his urge to change, and you press his head against your side, “Artie, you are a sweet boy. You don’t have to fear the change. You are protective and fierce and…oh! Sy! Ari! Koda, fetch Papa and Daddy,” the chubby cubby boy waddles off to get his dad, and she rubs her hand over her little bump.

“Son, is this why your changing?”

“Yes, mama,” he turns his piercing eyes away from Branwen who starts to back away. Two giant men run to her side, and one scoops up both girls, while the other stands in front of her, bringing his son by his side.

“Who are you?” His voice growls out.

“Raven. I’m just girl.”

“Sy,” her hand holds onto his arm, “She’s shaking. Where did you come from?”

“The tower. I heard him say the girls wouldn’t turn into bears. I’m just curious,” the woman tilts her head to the side looking at her, “I turn into a raven. I don’t mean any harm.”

“Birth or magic?” Sy grunts again.

“I’ve always done this, as long as I can remember. I don’t mean any harm.”

“Daddy, she’s nice,” the woman smiles at her.

“She is,” the twins say in Ari’s arms. “She told us our name meanings.”

“Daddy, Papa I think we can let her come into the cottage. Talk to her about changing. What harm could come of that?”

Ari leans his head back on the wall. Sitting outside his daughters’ room because his wife had insisted to let the girl stay. Her hand grazes under his chin, before she struggles to sit in the hallway with him. “You should get some rest.”

“As should you. She’s just a child.”

“Who came from where? Where are her parents? Who is she? Have you ever heard of someone who could turn into a raven?”

“No,” she answers quickly, grabbing his hands, “But I had never heard of werebears until I came into the forest. And now I can’t get away from them. Why such hatred for the child?”

“It’s not hatred, Goldie,” Sy joins the two of them in the floor. “It’s fear. Our cubs and you are in here. Artie fears he can’t control himself as a bear, because of the stupid faerie, Castiel who makes a point to show up every year, and every cub that’s born,” his hand presses against her stomach, and his clicks his tongue, “Our job is to protect you.”

“And my job is to be a mother. And she needs one.”

“Goldie, I know what you’re doing,” Ari pushes back her baby hairs, and gets closer to her. “She’s a mystery. And she is no child. She’s nearly grown.”

“She acts as if she’s alone. And she has a chain around her neck. What if she’s in trouble?”

“It’s a necklace,” Sy moves to stand up, extending a hand down to her. “You need rest. Let Ari watch over the girls. Koda is asleep in the bed.”

“That is a chain. I don’t care what you say. We need to inform Castiel and…”

“Goldie, bed,” Sy pulls her up, looking down at Ari as she walks into their room. “Do you think this is the girl that Dean was talking about?”

“I thought it was just a necklace,” Sy gives a low growl, and Ari shrugs his shoulders. “I don’t know. I don’t want Goldie to worry about it. She’s carrying our cub. Whoever this is, she won’t be left alone with our giggle boxes that I fear don’t have enough anger to turn into a bear. And I will refuse to let that faerie continue to check on Artie if he makes him feel that amount of fear. He would never hurt his mom or siblings. Didn’t even hurt Sadie.”

“Sadie,” Sy smiles. “Bucky is going to love them when they get older.”

“Go tend to our wife. I’ve got the twins.”

“Koda is in the bed with us. There won’t be any tending.”

“Good. I get jealous when I’m not present. Go. I’m sure she’s harmless. But just need to be on the safe side.”

Branwen blinks her eyes slowly. Hearing every word from the three outside. The only children she had ever met had more than one father, while she didn’t have any. She had been shown immense love from women that didn’t even know her, but her own mother was in an ageless sleep. Her own body now nearly caught up with her mother’s. It wasn’t fair.

Her chain around her neck gives a small tug, but she ignores it. She’ll spend tonight at the bears house, and in the morning she would fly to their cave. Refusing to give any information to Chase before she spends the rest of the day with her Papa. She lets her eyes close softly before letting sleep take over her. Feeling warm and loved in this cottage, even if the men did not trust her. She understood why they didn’t. She wouldn’t either.

Branwen had a fear that the drinking of the apple juice would turn her corrupt just like the faeries, but alas it had not. Instead of scouting the skies, she now spent her days trying to find children to make her feel like her life had a meaning. Growing up alone and with only faeries was no fun. But the forest was full of them. Even though now she was far past her age of playing with children.

She was no longer a child, even if she wanted to be. It only meant that too many years had passed, and didn’t appear that her father was any closer to finding her mother. Not yet anyways. But maybe one day. One day, she knew they would all be reunited again, and she would finally get to hear her mother’s voice. No longer would she have to wrap your arms around her, you would just be able to hold her. One day.

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laurore-stormwitch · 3 years

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The time Zoya saves Nikolai in the Fold. The time Nikolai asks her to be his general. And the times when they had win their battles and they can tell each other of those times.

This is dedicated to @tricewithaz because she specifically requested it and we came up with some nice hc. It’s so fun to explore how they met and how their relationship was built. the times we made a choice - ao3

word count: 10.417

“Do you plan on keeping some order on this desk or do I have to incinerate your work with a gust of fire?”, Zoya grunted, eyeing the absolute mess he had left after working in her sitting room all evening as he waited for her to come back from a private state dinner. She slumped beside him, huffing a tired breath and shutting her eyes. Nikolai closed the novel he had stolen from her nightstand, turning to her with a grin.

“I’m very glad to have your goodnight spite reserved for me, Nazyalensky.”

She turned to him, eyelids fluttering open, and the corner of her mouth quirked up in a smile. A wave of aching affection washed over him at the sight of her. His darkened fingers disappeared in her silky hair, skimming on the skin of her neck. A shiver went through her.

Nazyalensky. The habit of using her name like this had turned from provoking her to scowl to getting himself an annoyed but affectionate look. It possessed a different power, now that he knew it was an identity she had chosen for herself so long ago. Nikolai had waited to see if she would desire to change it, but he had the sense she was attached to it. It was hers, it was the promise of a new life she had made to a little girl long ago, and this made her feel conflicted. She was slowly embracing the parts of her past that could finally complete her, wandering through what she had missed in denying a part of herself; yet, some ghosts were more haunting than others.

“Do you remember the first time I called you that?”, Nikolai asked, if only for the sake of distracting her from another tiresome and tedious day of meetings. Zoya peered at him under her lashes. That was the look she wore when she was pondering whether to indulge his nonsense or just let him ramble her into sleep, with the engulfing solace of his voice frantically telling her about his new invention of the moment or the last thing they made explode at the Fabrikator’s lab. Her hand came to adjust his collar in an unconscious gesture.

“I’m not sure”, she admitted. He traced the soft curve of her lips with his thumb, smirking.

“It was when you saved me. I mean, the first of the many times you did that.”

Zoya looked dubious. “Was it though?”

“You remember something else?”

He was positively sure. When it came to Zoya, his memory rarely failed him. Still, a part of him did want to hear what she remembered. Zoya being willing to talk was a treasured rare occurrence.

“I think it’s when you made me your General”, Zoya asserted, cushioning her head on his forearm.

***

He was flying, and then he was falling.

When the blade went through the Darkling heart and his blood soaked the Fold’s barren sands, Nikolai’s wings disappeared in an inconsistent smoke.

He was fighting, and then he was surrendering.

The world started drowning in darkness, the shadows curling around its outlines and growing like a monstrous tide that devoured every living being on its path. He remembered the clouded sky, the shrieks of the volcras, the stink of fire and gunpowder. If that was how the bastard prince’s fight was going to end, his mind thanked the Saints for giving him that one last moment as himself. The demon retracted, leaving Nikolai on his own as he dove toward his demise. Yet, it would be fine. They would win. And Nikolai would never see what could become of his country.

He was dying. And then, without warning, he was floating.

Or sort of. A sudden gust of wind slammed on his back, slowing his helpless fall on the ground. The prince had only a split moment of consciousness to be glad before crashing onto earth, the blow hard enough that he heard the sound of his ribs cracking, of the air forcefully snatched out his lungs. The world went dark.

He was breathing. A strike of ravaging pain splitted his chest in two. He thought he had opened his eyes, but his vision was blurred as he forced his eyelids not to fall shut. Inhaling felt like a burning flame scorching his throat. He wanted to move, to get up, to take his weapon and resume the fight. He wanted to rest. He wanted.

“Try and be still”, a distant voice murmured beside him.

His vision sharpened, bolts of pain running through his battered body. Nikolai did not know how long he had passed out, if it was hours or mere seconds. Was he seeing the sea again? Was he coming back to the restless waters he loved with woeful neediness? For a brief moment, there was peace. He was home.

Then, another breath tore his lungs, the searing ache canceling the blur. It wasn’t the sea; he found himself lost in a pair of impossible blue eyes, deep and dark as the oceans he had sailed with his wolf of the waves. He grasped at them.

“Don’t move'', the voice whispered, shuddering.

A girl, with raven-black hair and blood smeared on her cheek. Her fingers tightened around his wrist, checking his pulse, while she held the back of his neck with the other arm. Her hold was firm, comforting; yet, Nikolai felt a tremor coming from her, her tone desperate. He knew her, something inside him told him as his consciousness slowly slid back into place. He knew her; he remembered her laugh, in the brief excitement David’s dishes for Alina had brought them before being shattered by the nichevo’ya. He knew her from dimly lit hallways made of rock under a mountain, where they had thought they could hide from the monsters lurking in the shadows. His lashes blinked away the mist and he gripped her arm, steadying himself; the girl startled, shifting her gaze and locking those unearthly eyes back on his again. Were his still black? Was he still the demon, or was he himself again? Another remembrance rushed as his mind finally cleared of the last strands of darkness, restoring all his awareness, all of himself. The squaller, the stubborn one, with that insanely acid tongue. Zoya. The grip on her arm grew stronger, he wanted to part his lips, to speak. He wanted.

“Damn, stop moving. I need to make sure I saved you. No way I’m letting Ravka’s only hope die on me, are we clear?”

Anguish cut through the edge of her tone, cracking it. Zoya, the proud one. The one he had overheard standing up for the Etherealki in the face of every disdain she had earned from them. Zoya, who had fought her way through their reckless warfare strategies with the grace and precision of a hawk diving for a prey. With the snarky words she had sent his way whenever they had crossed paths, her piercing gaze studying everyone around her, always surprising him with a biting response. Zoya Nazyalensky, the impossibly beautiful and equally mysterious summoner who all the other Grisha gossiped about. Kneeling on the dirt beside him right now with an endless well in her sight, full of sorrow and terror. It was the aftermath of the battle, probably. Probably.

Zoya the soldier. Alina’s soldier, Ravka’s soldier, the king’s soldier. His soldier, now.

“Nazyalensky”, he rasped out, mustering all the strength he could find. Relief flooded her face, making her lips quiver. Not too gently, she shook his hand from her arm, her look hardening. Nikolai felt the horrifying moist consistency of blood on his hands; he could not dwell on where it was coming from, either his own wounds, the ones of the girl beside him, or the ones coming from the lives he had snatched with his infernal claws.

“Good. The blow on your head did not shatter your brain.”

Cutting as a blade. As she scanned the ground around, he found her havoc-raging presence weirdly heartening. Nikolai was only dimly aware of the mayhem still breaking out. There was a muffled quiet around them; he realized that it was probably Zoya’s doing, hushing the sounds in the air. An unforgiving wind flowed, kicking up the grey sand; it seemed to reverberate directly from Zoya’s trembling body. The squaller ran a hand through her hair and her face, shoving dirt and red streams on her skin. She was shaken. It would take her a few more battles to get used to this. Maybe she never would. If he wasn’t lying half dead on the ground, he would have felt tempted to reach for her, to comfort her. The wind rose as she swore out, spreading her black mane around her, still frantically searching for help with her gaze. Saints, Nikolai thought, this girl is powerful. She snapped at him.

“For Saints sake are you capable of staying still? I have to fetch you a Healer”, Zoya barked.

Nikolai tried to get himself up, ignoring the excruciating ache in his chest, steadying himself on her shoulder with his right arm. “This would be a perfect moment to indulge in regicide”, he tried, another burst of pain running through him and causing him to cough violently.

“I might consider it if you don’t stop moving”, she murmured in response, scanning him for injuries other than his broken ribs and a likely dislocated shoulder, considering his other arm felt like it was catching on fire when he had tried to lift it. Nikolai caught a movement behind her, tried to gather the strength to get up, to follow the instinct to protect her. Zoya was faster, followed his eyes and threw her fist upward in that direction with a frustrated yell; a violent rush of air hit a soldier aiming at them, sending him toppling to the ground. “I’m trying to keep you alive, you idiot”, she raised her voice, and with it a thunder echoed in the field. Was it being called forth by her? Whatever she was doing, she did not seem aware of it. “You have a country to run. So don’t distract me.”

Someone else was rushing toward them, but this time she looked relieved, which meant whoever they were, they were on their side. That help was coming, that they were almost safe.

“Then you should handle me more gently”, Nikolai spoke again, voice unpleasantly screeching the walls of his throat like nails on a mirror.

What was happening around them? Blinding rays were coming from upward as Alina’s power rumbled into the Fold in whistling sounds, shredding every inch of it into light. He heard muffled voices, Zoya barking commands. Nikolai reached for her again, he clenched his fingers in the folds of her kefta; the hold on her tied him to earth, tied his mind to a world that still felt too unreal and too far away, as it had felt when he had been looking at it with demon eyes. This time, she did not shove him away. A young boy with a red dusted kefta kneeled before him, placing his hands on his chest. Zoya unceremoniously slipped her arm away from below him, lowering him to the ground to let the Healer work. Nikolai hissed when his back hit the sand, shooting her a glare. She shrugged her shoulders, raising her hands in fighting stance to keep them safe, scanning the area for other enemies.

“I hardly am gentle, prince”, Zoya spat out, alert.

"Did we win?"

Now she sent a swift gaze his way, drawing in an unsteady breath. "I think so", she answered with tentative hope. The Healer’s powers were doing their magic, a warmth flooding him and numbing his senses. He fought it, not wanting to lose consciousness again, to fall back into the unknown.

"Then I'm fairly sure I'm going to be crowned. You should go with Your Highness."

Wit was his. Humour, brilliance, the might to find words when voice was failing you, when air was rare, was his. Not the demon. It was Sturmhond’s cocky attitude he had kept when he had been shot and nearly bled out, it was Nikolai’s charming attire when he had rode with Dominik through village fairs and then military encampments, the optimism he had tried to feed since when he had been just a boy. It was what provoked that shadow of an exasperated smile on the squaller’s face, the twitch in her lips promptly straightened again in a thin, severe line.

"You’re a wretch”, she scolded him, turning her attention from their surroundings to the Healer that was sealing his wounds. “There’s little royalty in you right now.”

“Still a king.”

The Grisha boy cleared his throat and nodded to her. “I did the best I could, we need to get him to a tent and someone more trained”, he explained, his remark shaky. “But he is out of danger.”

Zoya exhaled, her eyelids falling shut for a mere instant. The wind slowed down; her hands were still trembling when she ran them again through her hair.

“Do you want me to take care of - “, the boy tried to ask, pointing to her. Her eyes flew open then, firm determination in them.

“We need to get going”, she cut him off. She got up with a swift movement; Nikolai caught the hand she extended to him, letting her help him to a standing position that made all of his muscles and bones howl in protest. He staggered, his knees failing to keep him up. Zoya looped an arm around his back and made him lean on her side; he gripped on her shoulders, hating himself for feeling so weak, for having to rely his weight on her. Her kefta was badly bloodied and ripped, she had a deep cut that ran over her hip and other bruises; it was difficult to assess how injured she was, yet there they were, her will tougher than the hell they had just been through.

“Then you’re a King wretch”, she mumbled from under him. She barely reached up to his chin. What a tiny ball of spite and power she was. They started to make their way toward the outlines where the Fold ended once, when it still existed. “Better? Now let me save you. You have work to do.”

With another pang of relief Nikolai recognized Tolya in the distance, the flash of white of Alina’s hair lifting up from the ground. They were alive. He could not think of much else right now, not until they reached them, until they were safe. And all properly healed, he thought, checking Zoya’s limp and how she pressed on the gash in her flank with the hand that was not supporting him.

“Are you hurt?”, he asked, winded from the effort of putting one foot in front of the other, unable to conceal his worry. Zoya startled and looked up to him, her blue irises wide and exhausted, vulnerable for the span of a flutter.

“I’ll be fine”, she said, somehow softer than before. “Just keep walking.”

Nikolai put all of his remaining energy into subtly pulling away, relieving her from some of the weight. If she noticed his effort, she did not tell. His head emptied of anything but their cautious steps, Zoya’s ragged breathing beside him, her wind running with them, shielding them from harm.

“King wretch. I like it”, he muttered back.

Kings better not take themselves too seriously, after all. It was nice to have someone remind him of that.

***

Nikolai did not mind the paperwork that came with being a ruler. It felt almost comforting to see the slow improvements his country was making under his watch written on paper, sealed with ink and brought to life. He had decided to dedicate himself to the good news today, that maybe he had earned an afternoon of peace inside the quiet of his study. The wheels kept restlessly turning inside his brain, relieving the images of the tour they had taken across torn cities and miserable villages after his coronation, and for a couple of hours he just wanted to forget about them. Contrary to every concern he had held, the people travelling with him had made the grueling trip all the more bearable; they had run against time itself, wearing their horses down and getting little to no sleep at all, resting not more than one night at every stop to be back in Os Alta as soon as possible. He had felt even hopeful, at times. The same kind of jittery expectancy that made him check his time piece for the tenth time in a row and try to stop the rhythmic beating of his foot on the floor, without dwelling too much on the knot of eagerness in his stomach. When the pointer clicked on the chime of the hour, a knock resounded in the room. She was always almost eerily on time.

“Come in”, called Nikolai to the door, folding the letter he was skimming through. A valet entered and cleared his throat.

“Your Highness”, he bowed deeply, “Miss Nazyalensky is here as you requested. Shall I let - “

The squaller marched in the room, surpassing the poor valet as if he was an inconsistent blur of annoyance.

“Miss Nazyalensky”, she hissed under her breath, flicking her hair over her shoulder, ”I am no Miss, and I am perfectly able to let myself in.”

Nikolai arched an amused brow at her, kindly dismissing the servant. A disdainful glare was cast in the direction of the valet’s deferent curtsy as she strode in front of the king’s seat. Zoya never bowed. For anyone. He lounged in his chair, turning all of his focus on the gorgeous harpy that now stood before him, spine straight, chin high and defiant eyes pinned on him. She clasped her hand behind her back with her usual military countenance.

“You called for me, Your Highness?”

“I did”, he confirmed, straightening his legs before him and crossing them at the ankle. There constantly seemed to be a slight mockery in the way she indulged in his title. He folded his hands, still studying her. The vague nuisance with which she was eyeing him was clear enough to make him smirk at her.

“I hear the Triumvirate has done some grand process in these first few weeks”, Nikolai stated, gesturing to the documents on his desk. “I’ve been informed that many Grisha are seeking refuge in the Little Palace. And I also hear you’ve been reconstructing. I do have hope we will be able to put the Second Army back into shape.”

Zoya did not answer, merely kept looking at him with the barest nod of her chin. The king was not used to people being so untouched by his presence, or to be that annoyingly silent around him. He would not admit he had spent part of the last weeks trying to catch her off guard with an astounding lack of results.

“Would you agree with the reports?”

His question seemed to ignite a spark of interest through her immovability. He had noticed that while she had no issue in voicing her opinions strongly, she seemed not equally accustomed to people directly consulting her with a true interest in her point of view. Maybe he was reading too much into things, but he had guessed Zoya liked how he had started to value her input.

“We are indeed making progress”, Zoya said, “but there is a lot of work to be done. We’re only starting.” She paused, seemingly pondering her words. “We need - “

“Before we start making requests”, his interruption earned himself an irritated glare, “I called you in because I have something to ask. To the whole three of you, actually; I asked Genya and David too.” Yet, somehow, her answer was the one he was most curious about. “Alina gave you the Triumvirate. You know what to expect from it now. And you’ve got just a mere taste; what’s to come will be tougher, tiresome. While I assume you have the motivation to keep your position, I do prefer to give people a choice when it comes to demanding tasks. So I’m asking: do you still want it?”

“I do.” There was no hesitation, only urge in the way the answer rolled out of her. She took a step in his direction and cleared her throat. “Not just the Triumvirate. I want to train the new Grisha. And we need to speed up the process on the royal order stating Grisha’s rights. If we are to rally them, they need to feel truly safe here.”

Nikolai kept his expression neutral, although he was pleasantly impressed. He knew she had taken it upon herself to start working with the Grisha finding shelter in the Little Palace, and the kids being taken there. He would not have made her out to be someone who loved teaching; then again, it was hard to make her out for anything. As far as her initiative went, he had quickly understood how his status meant little to her. After all, they were kids themselves. She was a year younger than him, and she had seen him shift between his roles of privateer, prince and what someone might call usurper. Never failing to point the last one out to him, if one had to be precise; Saints forbid he could ever possibly forget he needed to earn a respect that was not freely given. Surely not by Zoya Nazyalensky. He would not expect from her the humble demeanor of a subject in front of a king. Thank the Saints for that, he found himself thinking. Her bracing self was almost soothing, after weeks of dealing with people smarming at his feet, and hers was the company he had found himself searching for more often than others, as wicked as she might be. Zoya never overstepped without a reason, apart from a common snarky energy that was profoundly her. What she did was to call him out on every dumb decision he leaned toward, and constantly remind him how to be worthy of his position and the love of his people.

“We can arrange that”, he decided to answer, satisfied by how her pupils widened at his prompt concession. He got up and opened a bottle of brandy, pouring himself a glass. He glanced back at her, still planted in the middle of the room.

“You were loyal to the Darkling.” Nikolai was sure he had not imagined the flash of anger that darkened the blue of her eyes, nor how her jaw clenched and her posture seemed to tense. “Pardon me for being so forthright, but I do feel like it’s better to deal with the tedious matter first.” Or rather the interesting ones you seem to keep an aura of secrecy around.

When she spoke, her voice was not as firm as before. “We’ve worked together for weeks and known each other for longer. I wonder if you have a suicidal strike or you are really questioning my loyalty now.”

“No suicidal strike, and I’m not questioning anything.” The heartfelt honesty in him seemed to reassure her. Her shoulders eased ever so slightly, yet her features remained strained. “As you dutifully pointed out, the time for that has long passed. However, since we’re getting to know each other, I guess you’ll find I like stories. This seems like a good one.”

“Stories are earned”, Zoya asserted, slitting eyes and matter of factly tone.

“Fine point. You were, though”, Nikolai pressed. Her look never wavered from his. Unconsciously he leaned toward her, rolling his glass between his fingers.

“I was.”

“What changed?”

“Everything.”

Silence stretched on. Nikolai decided he could wait a while, if it meant gaining some other insight. He did know part of the story, the part that was ushered by people when she strode beside them. Stories might need to be earned, but they also needed to be told by the ones who had lived them. Nikolai was not one to listen to gossip anyway. Sure enough, she resumed speaking, catching that he was not going to drop the subject.

“It got personal. I was loyal to him because I craved power, then because I believed he could provide a home for us. Instead, he stripped from me the only one I had and slaughtered my friends. Enough of a reason?”

Zoya proudly lifted her chin even higher, her words back to being stinging as an icy wind, the anger burning in her seeping through the tremor in her hands. She moved closer. A slight breeze swept through the room, rustling the papers, called forth by her emotions in turmoil. He remembered when it happened in the Fold, when her despair had raised the wind around them and a thunder had boomed.

They were no more than two steps apart, now; the gust she summoned carried a scent Nikolai struggled to place as her hair lifted up. It reminded him of the heat of a sunny day, of the field near Dominick's house when spring came, when his little sisters would run back into the kitchen with crowns made of daisies and golden ears of wheat. Was it the pressed corn caught in the evening mist? Was it flowers?

“I won’t beg for trust. Words are empty vessels, actions carry meaning. The choice is yours: either you let me prove myself, or you discard me now.”

She kept her fierce piercing eyes to his, every inch the warrior. Nikolai held her gaze, hazel melting into blue, a small smile tugging at his lips, struck by the force of her nature and her fuming reaction.

“Here I thought I was the dramatic one”, he chuckled, ignoring her scowl and pulling his hands up in surrender. He slipped inside a reassuring attitude. “I was really not questioning you. Alina trusted you, she chose you. You fought for all of us. I’ve seen the way you stood up for your people, I’ve always agreed with Alina. This is your home; you already proved yourself, more than enough.”

The wind ceased to flow; Zoya flexed her fingers, a rage made of guilt and regret still paining her look. Nikolai knew the place from where those feelings came. Maybe picking at that was not a sensible idea after all. He would need to stop outright testing both her patience and his luck like this; the temptation she was brewing of roasting him alive right now was evident. He was still measuring his steps around her, how she seemed to dive into arguments that would make anyone on earth feel at least uncomfortable, or close right off when someone touched seemingly irrelevant nerves.

“Besides”, Nikolai let the smile spread in her direction, “I am in dire need of allies.”

And friends, he thought sourly, yet a king can rarely ask for those.

“Unnerving them sure seems a smart way to ensure your supposed allies’ support”, she clipped out, shaking her cuffs.

“I like to test my chances.” His words were accompanied by a shrug. The urge to take another step toward her pressed in the back of his brain. “You haven’t unleashed a storm on me yet, so I’d say we’re halfway through a steady relationship of trust and mutual forbearance.”

“Mutual, sure.”

Nikolai tapped his finger on the desk. It seemed he could not stay still. “You’ll need to work together”, he advised, “with Genya and David.”

“I do well on my own.”

Like she has not made that abundantly clear in the last couple of months.

“Oh, I have no issue in believing that. Still, it wasn’t a suggestion, I’m afraid.”

Zoya’s mouth curved in an honey smile; she fluttered her lashes, tilting her head in his direction, the dark waves of her hair falling on her shoulders. It could have been an almost convincing smile, if it had reached her eyes. Instead, it stood cold on her face, firm as a statue, a pretense of complacency with the clear intent to taunt. Nikolai had no doubt whatsoever that entire crowds of people had fallen on their knees for that feigned sweetness. To be completely truthful, she did throw him off balance. Now it would surely be a reasonable call to put a bit of distance between them. Not that he resorted to reason that often when making decisions.

“I am well aware kings are not in the habit of making requests, Your Highness.” Her voice rippled like silk, delicate and musing, dripping sarcasm. “I was merely informing you.”

“You’re not particularly easy, are you?”, he asked with a grin, leaning back on the desk and folding his arms. An apparently casual movement meant to regain the use of his lungs. The smile vanished as she adjusted her hair.

“I am not easy, nor kind. And I lack the interest to make people search for these qualities in me.”

Nikolai had begun to understand in these weeks the stories around her, more than he had ever understood them before. He had also begun to nurture a sheer curiosity in her regard, for the complex mind she hid and the way she seemed careless to other people's thoughts on her. He tried not to let himself be distracted now, which always proved to be a strenuous task with this particular girl, when she waved that look at him and played the card of the ridiculously attractive and positively enchanting Grisha summoner she undoubtedly was. He did really need to get a grip, though. If they were to work together as closely as he had his mind set to, he had to find a way to make himself immune to her flair, constructed or natural that it was.

Never seduce anyone prettier than I am, right? Or never even conceive to seduce anyone you’re attracted to if you had planned to offer that specific anyone one of the highest-ranking positions in the whole country. An equally wise rule to live by. If only her look was the only appeal he had found in her. Her edgy personality, which people tended to be almost scared of, had captivated him a great deal more; whatever beauty withered in the face of how capable and strong-spirited she was. Qualities that made her all the more desirable. The privateer in him had screamed at the top of his lungs to take on the improbable quest of conquering someone who seemed impervious to him as she did, someone that out of reach, that captivating. Shameful instinct, to say the least. And leaning on the worst-idea-ever side of things.

Besides, he had a country to take care of now; he was no longer a privateer who could make reckless choices and chase after impossible girls. Nikolai Lantsov was a king, the king of a war-torn, desperate place. The challenge of earning her trust and admiration might turn out to be just as endearing; he could embark on that one, letting her bitter tongue put him back into place.

Resorting to his decision, he got a small box out of a drawer, placing it on the desk beside him.

“There’s something else I mean to offer you.”

Zoya eyed the box, while Nikolai bobbed his chin at it, encouraging her to take it. She stood still, her look shifting back to observe him. Truly exasperating the lack of gratifications she offered.

“Contrary to what you believe, I am no fool.” He decided to dive right into it, pushing through her silence. “As much as I hate to admit it, the Darkling was fairly good at reading people. You rose high in his favour because he considered you extremely resourceful and trustworthy, and valued you as a soldier.” Nikolai unfolded his arms and rested his hands on the wooden brink of the desk, pushing himself to her; he lowered his voice with a smirk. “And I know for a fact the reason for that has nothing to do with your very pleasant appearance, which I have no doubt is another weapon you know how to use.”

He backed up again. Life on the sea had taught him to turn weakness into brass. Thankfully, he had spent years practicing the art of acting. Zoya pursed her lips, biting a comeback and momentarily avoiding his gaze. Not that impervious after all. One had to catch on the details.

“I am not blind. Nor do I have reasons to pretend to be. Still, I’m afraid I am far more interested in your wide arsenal of warfare talents.” He took a sip from his glass and hummed teatrichally, cocking his head to the side to assess her. “I do share the burden of being handsome, though. We can whine together about our fatigues.”

That mocking smile was back on her mouth, sparkling with mischief. She spoke with a casual tone, smoothing her kefta. “As much as you brag about it, your charm seems to fail you. Our Sun Saint did not look particularly impressed by it.”

Ah, clever one. Nikolai mustered his composure to flash another grin at her, thoroughly impressed both by her boldness and by the precision of her strike. All right, that stung. Which to her credit only meant she had no fear to bite people where it hurt and a certain ability to find that spot. Useful skills for a General.

“Luckily for me, she was one of a very few number of exceptions.”

“Charm our way through peace, then.” Zoya cast her eyes heavenward, crossing her arms.

“Can I come back to praise you? I wasn’t finished.”

“By all means, do”, she gestured.

“As I was saying. Sadly for our favorite herald of darkness, he was also a prick. Not to mention manipulator and mass murderer, amongst other remarkable successes. He wholly under-estimated you: you are trustworthy and resourceful, along with a lot of other virtues he did not remotely understand nor properly paid attention to.”

Nikolai paused. He put his glass down, yielding to the temptation at last and letting his feet stride toward her. Had she moved more near too? Now they were definitely closer than needed. He could see the darker slivers in her irises, the curls falling inside the fur collar of her uniform.

The smell in the Grand Palace garden after a rainstorm, he thought of that scent. When he had laid in the grass and soaked his clothes in mud, just for the sake of feeling the earth below him and the water on his skin.

“I’ve watched you, these weeks. You are good. Not just at fighting, I believe that is a given. You are good at leading. Your mind is way sharper than your tongue. I’ve studied you with your Etherealki and the other Grisha, with the First Army representatives.``

He made a show of plucking a peck of invisible dust from his coat. Zoya did not move, keeping her attention on him. A sceptical frown appeared on her face.

“You do love to hear yourself talk.”

“I’ve watched you do that, too. You’re bold, in a good way. You tend to deliver neat blows.”

“Are you in the habit of examining all the people that come to work for you?”

“Just the powerful ones”, he admitted.

She might have looked nothing but unimpressed by the string of praises he had just given, as if they were common known truths, nothing of importance to linger on. Her eyes had grown troubled though, then curious, they had softened in the glowing sunset light. They were assessing him with strong intent now, and Nikolai could only think they held the ocean inside. The ocean he had seen when he had thought he would never be back on the waves again, the one that had felt like hope gained with blood and shattered bones in those grey sands.

“You saved me, in the Fold”, Nikolai abruptly said. The twitch in her breath made him understand just how much his demeanor had changed unconsciously, how much the mask of the ruler had slipped away and his unguarded voice betrayed him.

“Indeed.”

“I haven’t had the occasion to thank you properly.”

“It’s my job”, she briskly answered, almost annoyed. “You’re my king.”

You’re my king. Best to ignore the bolt of confidence and pleasure that spiked through his spine.

“Apart from my gratitude, I kind of had in mind to make it your actual job”, the king considered.

Zoya Nazyalensky. Not kind, and not easy. Zoya shot him a suspicious look, but she held her ground.

“It just so happens that both me and the Second Army are in need of a General”, he declared, never shifting his focus from her face. “Would you care to consider taking the position?”

He caught the box in his hand, opening the lid and extending it to her. A medal was shining in it, the golden Ravka double eagle, wrought in in a pale blue sash. Zoya briefly lowered her gaze to it, turning to look at Nikolai with an intensity that was almost impossible to bear. Her look was unreadable, yet the tension in her stiff muscles unmistakable. Nikolai could hardly hide the painful want for her to accept, the thrill he felt at the chance of having someone to rely on, in time, to share some of the burden with. Someone who was not his father’s advisors, someone he could choose. Someone he felt a strange pull toward, a sort of twisted hidden affinity.

Alina chose you, he had told her. The choice is yours, she had told him.

I made the choice. I am the one choosing you now.

The thumping heart in his chest ached at the possibility of making things right for this cursed country with a person he could trust at his side. To ease the loneliness, even if it had to be a game of pretend to some degree. The moments dripped away, her eyes alight with a flame hard to understand. Nikolai restrained his own will to jump into that blazing chaos, knowing how easily he would have lost himself in it.

“You’re making me your General?”, she said finally. The annoyance had disappeared, replaced with a hesitant falter, something that sounded both like disbelief and a flicker of cautious excitement.

“I’m asking you to be my General, if you wish so. I would not force anything on you. The position comes with a lot of heavy responsibilities and long sleepless nights.” Zoya was still frozen in place. Slowly, her arms uncrossed, coming to rest at her sides. “On the brighter side, you’ll get to enjoy endless hours of my company.”

“I’d say the brighter side is the responsibilities one.”

None of the previous snark was contained in her words. He could see how hard she was trying to keep her attitude on her, her own mask.

“You can decide whether to direct your scowls at me or at people annoying you then.”

“You’re assuming you won’t be among the people annoying me. Bold take.”

“I’d wager that’s what I’m mostly going to do”, Nikolai conceded. Zoya was trying to buy time, to ward off his attention. He just wasn’t sure if she needed it to regain her confident self or if she was considering how to refuse the offer. Nikolai did not like the last option, and it was better to rip the band aid off quickly.

“With the prospect of this gain, would you accept?” She peered at him again. He could not hold back a grin. “Did I just surprise you?”

“Please”, she spat out, but it was a little too marked to not be forced. Nikolai fought the impulse to smile wider. “Who else would you choose? Genya, so she can tailor the enemies away? David, to bore them to death with science talks? I’m the most qualified for the job. It’s reasonable of you to ask me.”

“I am not asking you because it’s reasonable.”

Again, reason was not the prime source fueling his judgment. For Saints sake, would you take this damn medal? Nerve racking girl that she was. It was making him fancy her even more.

“I am asking you because you deserved it. I believe you are the right person for this task, in many different ways.”

The weariness in her was still there; he hoped she could see that was not empty flattery anymore, that he had meant it. Finally, finally Zoya reached for the medal. He heard her draw in a sharp breath, a crease appearing between her brows. Nikolai wondered how it would feel to make it disappear, to see her features smooth down. Zoya moved through the world like a soldier with an armor in place, one she kept up with the pure will of her steel spirit and hardened heart. Despite her stillness, power was radiating off of her, the wind once again carrying that distinctive scent.

That small fishermen port they had docked in when the Volkvolny had arrived on the Wandering Isle, the one that was surrounded by pastures and a wide meadow in which an ocean of colourful wildflowers had just sprouted. Wildflowers.

For once in life, Nikolai had hardly an idea of who the person standing in front of him was. The enigmatic, beautiful, fierce squaller. Was she happy? Excited for this chance to serve her country? Terrified by the prospect of what they still had to face? Considering smacking him for being out of his mind? There was something that lurked inside of her under that armor, something in those blue eyes that seemed too painful to be looked at, too intimate to know. It came in shadows, disappearing, as if she was fighting it to stay down, to get it under control. The same bottomless abyss he had seen when she had saved him.

Nikolai knew what it meant, to lose something, to fight for an ideal and see it broken, to finally have the power in your hands to fix what others had crushed. It felt terrifying and exhilarating, and maybe that was what was running in that head of hers now. Zoya brushed her fingers on the golden pin, pulling it up and wrapping it under her hand. She closed her fist, raising her gaze to him, locking their eyes together. The shadows had gone, replaced by a fearless light.

“I’ll need to meet with the First Army generals”, the tone of a leader. “They won’t like this, and since I am fairly sure you don’t care one bit about it, I’ll need to handle them. And I’ll need that document drafted.”

He nodded, pushing down the towering joy that was flooding his chest. Practical. Ruthless, facing the issues head on, not shying away. He twisted and reached for another glass from the cabinet, turning inside his mind the fact that she had accepted, that he was looking at his General now.

“To a long and fruitful partnership, then”, Nikolai offered her the brandy, “or rather to save this broken country and not getting killed in the meanwhile.”

Zoya gave him a stern look. “I don’t drink on the job.”

Why does that not surprise me? He grinned excitedly and raised the glass to her, downing his drink.

“In time, I may teach you to have a little fun, too.”

Unscathed, she just tossed her hair. “Believe me, Your Highness, I am perfectly able to revel in fun. I am just highly selective of the people I allow to share it with me.”

The seducing part really would never be necessary, after all. He had a hunch they were immensely going to enjoy working together and drive each other crazy. I undoubtedly am.

“You’ll teach me how you select those blessed souls, then.”

Before she could resume their banter, another call at the king’s chambers’ entrance interrupted them, bursting the quiet of this comfortable room. The sound seemed to snap Zoya back to herself, making her realize how close they were standing. Nikolai had already been all too aware of it. She quickly moved away from him, not leaving his eyes. Pride back in her expression, shoulders squared. In her silver threaded kefta, she already appeared like the able respected General she would soon grow into. Her medal was closed in her fist, the knuckles white from the force of the grip.

“I will not fail Ravka”, she said, marking every word. I will not fail you, was the rest of the sentence, the part that hung unspoken between them. “I promise you that.”

Nikolai trusted her, without reservations. The king knew he had made the right choice. Both for the country, and, he selfishly thought, for himself. There was a hidden gratitude in her oath, the emotion she would not speak outright but nevertheless felt.

“Brace yourself, Nazyalensky.” He felt positively giddy and already itching for the challenges that fate would throw their way. “It’s going to be one hell of a ride. Take the rest of the evening for yourself, I’m afraid it’s the last moment of peace you’ll have for a while.”

She exhaled, her eyes moving to the window and Os Alta’s pointed domes in the distance.

“Ravka doesn’t consider rest as possible, that much I know.”

She rang for the servant, ignoring they were in Nikolai’s study and he was the one probably supposed to do that. Already moving like she owned the place, deciding the conversation was over. Zoya gave him a long, deep look.

“Goodnight, Your Highness.”

Nikolai fell back on his chair, watching her go as one of the old king’s advisors was accompanied inside the study. Surely a less pleasurable company for the evening. Both for the eyes and for the soul, he thought, forcing himself to wave a welcoming expression to the white-bearded man and his ridiculously long mustaches.

“Miss Nazyalensky”, the advisor greeted her with a half bow as she passed beside him on her way to the hallway. Zoya simply rolled her eyes, strolling toward the door with a last nod at Nikolai. He was sorry to see her go. Before she got out, Nikolai took the impulse and called to the man before him.

“General”, he corrected him, ignoring his shocked expression, “it’s General Nazyalensky now.”

Nikolai did not miss the slight misstep Zoya took at his words. Her kefta wirled as her gaze snapped to his. A beat passed. Without a sign of acknowledgment, Zoya looked away, that scent he had finally placed disappearing with her. Nikolai thought it best not to tell her that she hadn’t been quick enough to hide; he had seen her lashes lowering as she sighed, a smile tugging at her lips, one that was not feigned neither mocking, one that made her eyes sparkle with delight and was not meant to be noticed. If there was hope to make Zoya Nazyalensky brighten up like that, maybe Nikolai had it in himself to steer this country to safety after all.

Goodnight, General.

***

“I thought we were past these poor attempts at wooing me”, she scoffed, playfully pushing him away. Nikolai chuckled, drawing her back to rest on his chest, circling her in his arms. He rested his chin on her head, listening to the warm huff of her breath on the cotton of his shirt. Deadly Zoya, who let herself curl in his hold almost easily. If someone had told him he would live to the feel of her lashes shutting on his heart, Nikolai would have probably sent the man to get his head checked by a Healer. Or paid him another drink.

“I am positively serious”, Nikolai assured her. Zoya blew a distrustful grunt.

“Nikolai, you do realize you don’t need to flatter me to get me into your bed anymore?”

“I do like you in my bed. Or anywhere else, for that matter”, he considered, humming against her hair. Zoya leaned on his shoulder to prompt herself up, looking him straight in the eyes. He tried to keep a smooth expression.

“So you’re saying I garnered your attention that soon? To me, you seemed a bit - “

She tilted her head to the side, shrugged her shoulders.

“Yes?”

“Distracted”, she pointed out, an overly amused grin perking her lips.

Nikolai knew she was referring both to Alina and to the apparently unscathed attitude he had kept around her in the years they had worked together. No doubt clueless to how quickly other forbidden images had replaced the Sun Summoner’s ones in his dreams or just how much commitment he had been forced to put into appearing unaffected by her presence. He had been distracted, at first, though even in distraction Zoya snatched the attention like a lightning. Then a quake in the ground had struck; Zoya had then made her way into his life like a ferociously fast tidal wave, rippling foam at first, raging and rumbling waters then.

“You distracted me a lot, Zoya. Working with you has been equally comforting and tiring. You distract me even more now”, he leaned closer, sliding one hand on her neck, preventing her from backing away, “that I get to do this”. Nikolai caught her lips with his, kissing away the disbelieving frown from her mouth. When the kiss broke, she looked halfway convinced of his candor.

“You can’t possibly imagine how many dull meetings I have tuned out with you haunting my thoughts. The overactive mind I happen to be cursed with did not help my concentration.”

Zoya rolled her eyes, even though they both knew how truthful the statement was.

“You are diverting.”

“Is it working?”

“A bit”, she casually dismissed, tucking a strand of black curls on her finger. Nikolai sighed happily, slipping away in his thoughts. He wanted to tell her everything, he wanted her to take a stroll right into his mind to see it all. They had so much time now, and he had the constant urge of stocking it without letting a single instant slip, making up for all the years it had taken them to have each other.

“Anyway, it’s nothing special. People are commonly struck by my beauty.”

“I’ll admit you are kind of a breath-taking vision”, he snatched her hand away from her hair to press a kiss on her knuckles. “That’s not what really caught my attention, though.”

Of course he had noticed her. Then again, who did not? The vexing creature was hard not to notice, with dark waves framing a perfect figure, hiding an intricate enigma to solve. Since he was a boy, the prince had loved to unravel the puzzle of a person, he had proud himself of being able to do so with nearly everyone he had encountered. Zoya was another kind of riddle, one that had given him more headaches than victories. She made a point to hide; and Nikolai, well, he had always been an explorer at heart, hadn’t he? So he had noticed, and embarked on the journey drawn by the thrill of adventure. Every bitter word had been a wave to crash, every harsh reply a storm to weather to look under the surface. Every gust of wind, barked command and brisk political comment a sudden turn inside her convoluted mind.

“I’m torn between accusing you of sweet-talking me as usual or just outright lying.”

Nikolai clenched his heart in a mock gesture, and a small laugh bubbled in his chest. Judging from the bright gleam in her eyes and the lightness with which she was messing with him, she had believed him.

“Enough about you then. Am I to truly believe I did not impress you at first sight?”

Zoya glared daggers at him, but did not answer right away, considering his question. He got lucky this evening.

“You did impress me, albeit saying at first sight would be a huge overstatement”, she admitted, then exhaled a long breath and let herself fall on the cushion. “I was so happy when you asked me to be your General”, her eyes were distant, as if she was talking to herself more than him, seeing the rageful and determined girl she had been. “I went back to my room and could not stop smiling. My heart was so full, for the first time since what felt like forever. It never felt like a responsibility, it felt like an opportunity you gave me.”

“Tell me you waltzed alone in your room, please”, he teased, being the one who wanted to improvise a victory dance on the spot.

“I will not.”

“You will not tell me because it did not happen, or just to deprive me of the satisfaction?”

“Your ego does not need more encouragement”, she rested her chin on her hand, forcing her lips to stay pursed and fighting back a smile. So that was a yes, then. Zoya bursting with happiness was a sight he would have probably sold his soul to see, three years ago.

“That was the first time I believed you may not be the overly chatty catastrophe I would have made you out to be.”

“You know, I’m not so sure”, Nikolai grinned at her, beaming with pride. “You were stunned when I shot the Darkling.”

“You remember that?”, she gave him a surprised glance from her place on the cushion. They barely knew each other back then, but he had not forgotten. He pulled her back to him, brushed his mouth on her forehead.

“I paid attention in these years, Zoya. To every inch of you.”

It had taken him a while to notice the other things. The stubborn tilt of her chin when she was being challenged and needed to hold her ground. How she shook the cuffs of her kefta before announcing something, or how it meant the argument was done on her part. The way she marked the first words of a sentence with a harder tone than usual when she was in distress, as if the very fact of lacing a syllable with spite could hold herself together. Her resting her head to the side when she was at ease, narrowing her eyes to the sunlight, allowing herself a surrender. The grief and hurt that peered through only when she was trying too hard to conceal it, only when the exhaustion was overwhelming and keeping this country together too tiring. The gleam she possessed when she was teaching the kids, how her gaze softened with care as soon as they turned their backs on her and she watched them laugh and toss each other around. Her laughter with Genya or Tamar when they had a glass too much in the evening and they gossiped around, basking in the illusion of being normal people with no weight on their shoulders.

Zoya had been a story for Nikolai, one he had wanted to unfold, to slowly walk through the pages of it and discover her mysteries, her secrets, her wants. She had been the puzzle of his lifetime, and he knew he would never stop sorting through it. Whenever he thought he had put some sense in it, she uncovered a dark alley he had brushed past without noticing; her Suli heritage, her family’s past, her garden of sorrows. And then came the agony of sorting her feelings out, a line he had walked balancing his hopeless wishes and the reality of her gestures. Trying to piece together how deliberate or innocent had been the way she kept locking their gazes together through the opposite corner of a room, wondering how carefree when she lingered with her fingers on his skin a moment too long as they brushed their hands. If she was toying with him as he had heard in the stories about her, or if her restraint wavered under a desire he had not known he was hoping for. All the times the inevitable had almost happened, and they had strode past these occurrences with the shared silent pact of not voicing it out loud. Zoya’s look growing calm in the dim light of the countless rooms they had worked in, a warmth they had both longed for.

Nikolai tightened his hold on her. He buried his nose in her hair.

The heat of a sunny day, the spring that came in Dominik’s fields, the crushed daisies under his sisters’ sticky fingers. The Grand Palace garden brought alive by rain around him, droplets running through his golden hair. A meadow near the sea in a foreign magical place where he would take her one day, the marvels he would show her. That damn wildflowers scent he had never been able to carve out of the bottom of his soul.

She had revealed herself in front of him, in irrelevant moments carrying with them a significance he had never been aware of.

“I thought I knew myself”, Zoya started, barely audible over the crackling of the fire, “the rotten parts of me. My strengths.” She paused. “Seeing me through your eyes - you shattered everything I knew and built it back. I did not understand how soon you had started doing that.”

"Soulmates stuff, I guess”, he murmured in a wanton tone, ignoring the prick behind his eyes, startled by the sudden shift in her mood and the heartfelt openness she was displaying.

“I don’t believe in that nonsense”, Zoya huffed dismissively. Nikolai laughed.

“I share your disbelief, actually. Destiny has done nothing but put obstacles in our path, after all. If anything, we have defied it. I believe it’s more a matter of choices”, he said, pensive. Once again, he rested his cheek on her carefully brushed curls, inhaling deeply. “We did not happen to stumble upon each other and miraculously fall in love. We chose each other.”

The choice is yours.

I made the choice. I am the one choosing you now.

I would choose you, Zoya. As my general, as my friend, as my bride.

The first one had gone unbelievably smoothly. The second, it had taken patience and effort and a certain resistance to disappointments. The third one, well - he was working on that. A ring did stand wrapped around her finger. Halfway there.

Zoya must had been thinking of that, too. She seemed to ponder his statement before replying. “You did tell me you would choose me. When I thought no one would.”

“I think I chose you long before I knew I did. Then I hoped against all odds that when you’d make your own choice, you’d choose me in return. That you’d choose to stay.”

Zoya fell silent. He could not see her, but he imagined just as well her biting her lower lip, his words sinking into her heart. With Zoya, the quiet was comfortable, warm as the press of her body on his. The quiet was needed.

“I’m sorry it’s taken me so long”, a whisper at last, as she turned back up to look at him. Nikolai shook his head decisively.

“Don’t be.”

“You have waited for me.” There was just a knowing safety in her tone. It had mattered, for Nikolai, to let her choose. To let her know, and then let her decide. To give her a chance at love and stand by for her to take it, his trust in her never faltering. He gently took her face between his calloused hands, worn by battles and tight salty ropes.

“You were worth every second. Besides, time means nothing for demons and saints, right? We have a lot of it in our hands.”

This time she whole-heartedly smiled, adjusting his perfectly fine collar in that affectionate unaware gesture again.

Being the unsuccessful poet he could have been in another lifetime, sometimes he wondered if the story they had lived would ever go on in ballad and poems, as he had once joked with her. If someone would tell of an open sky split by lightning in which a dragon had spread his wings and roared his heartache, never to be left alone to live in darkness again. If someone would hear of a wayward privateer finding the ocean in a person, tricking fate into conquering everything his battered heart had ever searched for. If there would ever be written the tale of a love waiting on the other side of a door, of the people brave enough to cross it.

He had thought they would have just kept telling that tale to each other, through open mouthed kisses left on bare skin, tangled sheets and hushed confessions traded in the night. Then one day, he had heard the kids play in the Little Palace forest, a girl with golden brown skin splashing water on the others from the lake, calling herself the Suli queen who could turn into a legendary beast. He had seen a Fabrikator in the library draft sketches of pirates and mystical creatures fighting each other on a flying ship. To his amusement, he had watched and eavesdropped as one of his personal guards, a handsome young boy coming from Udova, had tried to woo a noble girl into walking with him to the garden, promising her to tell her the fable of how a king with a demon inside had won the attentions of a beautiful unattainable witch who commanded the storms.

Nikolai liked that. The idea that their struggles might turn into hope. One thing he loved, though, were the details that remained theirs.

Zoya brushed a hand through his golden hair with a yearning look in her eyes, soft as a feather she kissed his jaw, adjusted herself in the space between his arms, played with the ring on her finger as she laced her hand with his. She still called him King wretch at times, he still called her his General. She had still eaten all of his herring that morning, they had still made time to work silently through papers together before dinner. At the end, there had never been a hierarchy between them, swept away in the matter of heartbeats since she had held a broken prince in the safety of her wind and he had given her a medal to cradle in her fingers: they had always fought alongside each other, as they were doing now. These details.

That was the part of their story no one would ever earn to hear. The part they would keep writing in secret.

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marvel-ousnesss · 4 years

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There for you (Valerio Montesinos x reader)

@nervousbailiffpicklecookie's request: 15, 16, 17 w/ Valerio from elite. from this promptlist.

Warning: abusive parent, alcohol, angst

A/N: Thanks so much for reading. Love you all so, so much

Wordcount: 3140

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You stirred the last sip of your drink in circles, blinking a few times before looking at it with a newfound interest. You were normally a gleeful drunk but at the moment you could only think of what awaited at home. All you wanted to do was enjoying the night but things had been going south ever since you had arrived.

Samuel had shown up at the club, making Guzman more bitter than usual; hence, Lu was practically joint by his hip. Carla, her head had been spinning around Christian for a few months now and, even if you repetitively tried to drag her away from him and to the dance floor, she gravitated toward him every time. And Ander, well, you hadn’t seen him for like an hour… which left you out of options.

“What the hell”, you mumbled while you emptied your drink and gracelessly made your way to Nadia and the new girl. They weren’t your usual crowd but you had worked with Nadia for a few projects and she had always been nice to you, so you went for it.

"Nadia, hey! I can’t believe you're here, you look great." You plastered a smile on your face, determined to give having a good time one last try. You waved a barman and, with a gesture of your hand, ordered shots for the three of you.

"Thanks, Y/N, you too". She smiled back at you. "Oh, this is Rebeka."

"Hey, nice to meet you."

She gave you a nod. "Won’t Guzmán kick you out of his little clique if he sees you with us?"

"I’ll take my chances", you shrugged. "But he's all bark, no bite."

At that moment, your drinks arrived.

Rebeka took hold of one of the glasses and so did you.

She raised one. "In that case, listen up.” She looked between the two of you, prompting you to pay attention. "I'd screw that guy after, maybe, four beers. That one, after two" your eyes followed her finger around the room. "And that one, she laughed, oh my god I would do him after a non-alcoholic beer, she pointed at a last one. Shit, I’d fuck him after drinking diet coke, what bout you."

You scanned the club and, with a frown, pretended to consider all the different choices. After a few seconds, you drank your shot and smiled at them.

"Okay, ladies, keep up." Your index finger jumped around the room while you chanted, "Three, five, three, four, and," you paused, then pointed at a guy in the middle of the room. "Maybe seven," you giggled. "All of those being counted in tequila shots."

Nadia rolled her eyes with a smile and Rebeka laughed. "What about you?" she asked Nadia.

"Oh no, I don't drink so I wouldn't really know how to play."

"Your loss," you teased in a sing-song voice.

"Yeah, you're really missing out," Rebeka lifted her glass.

Nadia's eyes drifted between the two of you and she gave in and took hold of Rebeka's drink. However, Valerio bumped into her when she was about to take a sip as he and Guzmán reentered the club animatedly chatting.

"Sorry." He turned towards Nadia with a look of concern. "I'm so sorry about that."

She brushed him off and just laughed, "Now that's definitely a sign from above."

Rebeka snorted, "Well if you ask me, he doesn't really look like an envoy from heaven."

"I can be anything you want," his voice was smoky as he stalked behind her. "A demon, an angel just-" he lifted his gaze and caught yours- "say the word."

He stepped past her and closer to you, then took a small leap and sat on the stool next to you.

"That's a lie," you scoffed. "You're anything but an angel."

"True," his hand traveled to your waist. “But that has never bored you.”

Nadia gave you and Rebeka an awkward smile, "see you guys in a bit."

At least she knew how to read the mood. Rebeka, on the other hand, showed no intention of leaving. Just your luck, Lu appeared behind her with the plastic smile she had perfected over the years.

"Hi, good evening, I believe we haven't been properly introduced." she beamed, "I'm Valerio's sister."

Rebeka forced a smile.

"Half-sister," Valerio taunted, his hand stroking your side softly.

You leaned into his touch, your body began to remind you how much you had missed him.

"Anyway," Lu rolled her eyes, pretending not to notice. " Mind if I steal you off for a second? Later guys", she winked, leaving with Rebeka.

Valerio mouthed a 'thank you' and hopped off the stool, bringing you closer to him. "You avoided me the whole day," he stated. "Why?"

You gulped, trying to find a proper answer.

"My dad's in Valencia, and, well, my mom's been kind of in a mood lately,” you admitted. "But let's not talk about it now,” Your voice was velvety as you leaned toward him slowly.

Before he could argue, you pulled his golden chain for your lips to meet his in a tender kiss and your hands traveled around his neck. However, he saw right through you. Instead of urging to go deeper, like he usually would, he moved away from you and, when your gaze fell, used one of his hands to lift your chin.

"I know it's technically not mine, but if you wanna crash at my place, just say the word."

"Thanks," you smiled and took a deep breath. "But let’s not think about that now, we have some catching up to do.”

Valerio knew exactly what you meant and, to say the least, was happy to oblige. He guided you to the dance floor, this time stepping behind you. Again, his hands found their way to your waist and began toying with the hem of your shirt, later moving to the sides of the waistline of your pants. Your arm snaked around his collar and tucked on his raven curls, prompting him to bury his face in the delicate spot where your shoulder met your neck.

You had missed this deeply, even sometimes it troubled you to think of him. Most people didn’t get to see past the drug loving party boy facade, but he had been there for you in your darkest moments and had proven himself one of the most caring and loyal people anyone could ask for.

That was exactly why you were afraid of losing him. It was one thing to have fun among friends, pretty much what you were doing right now; and a complete other to let any feelings into the mix. Feelings that, you knew, had been haunting you for a long time now.

Although now was not the moment to think of that, so you let yourself enjoy the rest of the party. Having Valerio by your side gave you a significant boost of endorphins; you laughed, danced, and drank your ass off, momentarily forgetting what expected you once you arrived home.

Huge mistake.

A headache woke you up next morning, according to your phone, you still had half an hour before your alarm went off. But there was no use on trying to fall back asleep, your throat was too dry and, for some reason, your room had been invaded by some awfully fruity and cloying smell.

With a groan, you stumbled to the kitchen and dove into the refrigerator. After grabbing a glass of cold water, you closed the door, coming face to face with your mother.

She was in gym clothes, ready to head out for a run, so you prayed for your encounter to be as short-lived as possible. You weren’t in the mood to deal with her right now, and you had to get ready for school if you wanted to head to Ander’s before class.

“Morning,” you greeted.

“Glad you’re awake honey, I wanted to talk to you before you left.”

She asked you to sit with her on the couch for a moment, giving you what she thought was a kind smile.

You forced out a matching one, “what’s up, is everything okay, mom?

She sighed. “Y/N, dear, you know I love you. But you can’t let loose like you did last night.” She grabbed one of your hands and you involuntary stiffened. “Our family has a carefully built name, and we all have to do our part to take care of it.”

There was no point in arguing with her. “It was a mistake, mom, I’m sorry I went a bit over the top.”

“A bit over the top?” She scoffed, “you arrived home at four in the morning, stumbling through the door. God knows where you even drank that much.”

“I just went out with a few friends from school. Ander was there, and so was Nadia. Remember her?”

She let go of your hand and pinched her temples, exasperated. “It’s not about them. You are our daughter and need to begin acting like such.”

“I'm sorry, it won't happen again.”

"you better make sure of it," she foretold.

Grateful it was over, you let yourself relax. Your hands tangled themselves in your hair and you put it into a messy bun.

“Honey, I’m only gonna ask this once,” this time, she took hold of both of your hands and turned around to completely face you. “Where did you get those bruises?”

She sounded disgusted and defeated, but tried to evoke interest and concern. You looked at her, perplexed, and checked your hands and arms. "What bruises?"

her cynical laugh made you gulp.

Without warning, your mother's hand landed on your cheek, leaving a burning sensation behind. “I told you, I'm not gonna ask again.”

You couldn’t bring yourself to speak, not knowing what was she talking about.

Grumbling something under her breath, she grabbed your arm and stood up, guiding you to the guest restroom. Once there, she pushed you toward the mirror. "These bruises, you little slag."

You mentally cursed, flashbacks of the party coming back to you at speed of light. Then you faced her once again, her arms were crossed over her chest as she looked at you with disgust.

You released a breath, thinking of a plausible excuse. “I burnt myself with my flat iron.” Your tone showed no emotion, but your nose wrinkled, giving you away.

“Like hell you did.” She breathed deeply, then looked at you in a much sympathetic way. "Please, don't lie to me."

“I’m not,” you insisted, "I burnt myself getting ready".

“Oh dear, why do you do this to us?” She sighed, pacing back to the living room. “Your father and I are just trying to do what's best for you, honey.” She sat back down burying her head in her hands.

A lake of tears spouted in your eyes. "Do you even think of what's best for me, mom?

Sometimes I feel like you just see me as a vessel for all the label 'Y/L/N' is to you."

As soon as the words left your lips, you realized the mistake you had made. Again, your mother's eyes shot daggers at you.

“You ungrateful brat, after all that your father and I have done, after what we've sacrificed to give you the life you have.” She stood up. “Of course, we see you as a Y/L/N 'cause that's you are. Without us, you're worthless.”

As she advanced toward you, you stepped back.

"Please, don't hit me," your blurted, eyes invaded by fear.

She closed her eyes and huffed, running a hand through her hair. "Just, go get dressed, you're gonna be late."

You quietly got ready for school and exited the house without saying goodbye. As you rode your bike to Ander’s house, which was a few blocks away, you found yourself stopping a minute to call your father, but didn’t say anything aside from the usual, awfully brief ‘good morning’ that was routine.

You opened your front camera and relaxed a bit when you saw the slap hadn’t left any visible marks - yet. What you were going through was still a bit new to you, your mother had hit you for the first time a month after your uncle’s death, two years ago. No one at school knew about it, aside from Ander, and you intended to keep it that way.

You put your phone away and continued pedaling through the familiar streets. Once you arrived at your friend's house, you left your bike on the sidewalk and knocked on the front door. Azucena was the one to answer, making you unconsciously guide your hand to the spot on your arm where your mother's had been.

She greeted you with a sense of warmth that put you at ease and invited you in while Ander finished getting ready. You almost spit your coffee when she nonchalantly asked about the red spots on your cheek but assured it was just an allergic reaction to a new powder.

“Took you long enough,” you sneered.

He rolled his eyes but greeted you with a hug. After kissing Azucena goodbye, the two of you left his house. You arrived at school with a few minutes to spare, even after the small detour to Nadia and Omar's shop. You fixed the folds of your skirt and stepped inside, parting ways with Ander and heading to your locker so you could fetch some books for the day. Staring at yourself through the small mirror hung on the small door, you sighed and used a small green stick concealer to get rid of the redness.

As if on cue, Valerio's frame appeared behind your shoulder as soon as you were done. You smiled at him through the mirror and closed your locker, turning around to face him.

"Just who I wanted to see," he hummed, stretching a hand out for you.

Once you took it he twirled you around, bringing you closer and landing his arm on your shoulder. Looking up at him, you quirked a brow

"Anything, in particular, that's got you this happy?"

"Nope." He popped the 'p' sound. ''Guess it's your doing."

You dismissed him with a hum and a quick peck, then began walking to class. The rest of the day went by uneventful, until the classes ended. You headed straight to the locker room, changed into a tank top and a pair of gym shorts, and made your way to the school gym. That was one of the safest places you could think of, as none of your friends used it.

Popping your earbuds in, you jumped on the treadmill and began warming up. The sweat ran down your forehead as you ran, panting and mouthing the lyrics to the song playing. Right after slowing the pace so you could cool off, you saw someone entering out the corner of your eye but gave it no mind. To get your attention, Valerio stepped onto the treadmill next to yours and began jogging.

You took an earbud off.

"Hello, Jell-O,"

"Hey V," you snorted, patting your face dry. Once done, you placed the towel on your shoulder, covering the plum subtle marks that had began to appear on your arm.

"Wanna bother my sister? Guzman and I are headed to Cayetana's and-."

Your brows frowned as you took a sip of water. "Not really, no."

Any trace of excitement left his face as he turned the treadmill off and stepped behind yours, waiting for you to finish. "Come on, Y/N/N,"he whined. "Just gonna be like- two hours, and I'll personally escort you to the mass."

"I can't." You stepped down, facing him. "Besides, I have to shower and stuff. It's better if I head home."

"Why don't you shower here?" He strode next to you as you exited the gym. "That way, we can make a pits stop at your place and the three of us head over to Cayetana's."

"Sorry V, I can't, I-"

You let your words die when you caught him staring at your face. The blush you got after running was already beginning to wear off, and the concealer you'd been wearing had worn off with all the sweat. Valerio's fingers caressed the crimson bruise that had appeared on your right cheek.

"How long have you been hiding this?" His voice was barely above a whisper.

"It's nothing, really," you tried to disregard the topic, "just an allergy I got from this new powder I'm using."

"Please don't lie to me."

Those words sent a chill down your spine, your eyes tried to widen but you forced yourself to kept a straight face, although it didn't last. Defeated, you looked at him with glassy eyes. You couldn't bring yourself to lie to him anymore, not when he was looking at you with concern and shock radiating from every feature of his face.

"Two years," you disclosed, swallowing hard.

It hurt him to know that you hadn't confided in him when you were at your worst, you could see it. But he knew that, now that he knew, he needed to place those feelings aside and be there for you, like he should have been from the beginning.

"And, you've been dealing with this on your own?"

He moved closer to you and moved to bring you closer, knocking the towel off your shoulder. When he saw the rest of the bruises, he stepped back so he could properly study them. Your head fell to the side in shame. His hand trailed up your arm delicately and traced a feathery touch over the sore skin. When you gathered the courage to look at him, his eyes revealed a glimmer that match your own.

He couldn't stop the question from rolling off his tongue. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I- I," "I'm sorry." Your throat tightened and, after a sharp intake of breath, you pleaded, "I- please, don't be mad."

Tears began to fall down your cheeks and Valerio's heart broke. As a harrowing whimper abandoned you he wrapped his body around yours and rested his head on top of yours, letting you bury yourself in the comforting scent of his Versace cologne and the warmth of his embrace.

"Never," he mumbled against your hair.

You immediately hugged him tighter. Hearing that soothed you, but your crying didn't stop, it had been a long time since you last let yourself go and, right now, this was just what you needed. You focused on the strong heartbeat pounding against your ear and relaxed, allowing yourself some much needed catharsis.

"I love you," you breathed, tilting your head to look at him.

"I love you too." The smile he gave you took your breath away.

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ohgodmyeyes · 3 years

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Of Course You Can Taste The Force

Saw some interest pop up in my feed with regard to period sex with Anakin, so I'm going to share 'Of Course You Can Taste The Force'. Shouldn't need to tell you it's rated with a big, fat E.

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You had just come out of the shower. The room was warm and steamy, and the air was thick with the comforting scent of your favourite soap. You loved the facilities here at your preferred hotel on Coruscant; they were some of the finest in the galaxy— and the owner tended to favour accomplished young Jedi such as yourself...

...Yourself, of course, and your secret companion, Anakin Skywalker. Who, in fact, had just walked into the shower room, apparently having heard you finally turn the water off. He was completely dressed: Dark brown tunic; bold, black leather accents. Your eyes lingered on his boots, because for some reason, you loved his boots. “I have an idea,” he began. You typically loved Anakin’s ‘ideas’; however... “It’s not exactly the best time,” you told him reluctantly. It really wasn’t. In fact, you were in the midst of a bit of a race with nature right at that moment: You’d hoped to make it to the cabinet outside the bathroom door in time to retrieve a product to catch the menstrual blood you knew was about to begin trickling down the inside of your thigh. Before you could begin to get there, however, Ani had walked in. “What do you mean?” he asked. “I haven’t seen you in weeks.” He always missed you when you had to be apart— he tended to miss you a lot, actually. It was endearing. He stepped toward you; placed his right hand on your bare hip. The sensation of his leather glove on your wet, naked skin gave you goosebumps. He squeezed. You smiled, “I mean I don’t think you’ll be especially interested in in me today,” you told him. “I’m always interested in you,” he retorted. You laughed. “What did Master Obi-Wan teach you about biology, Anakin?” You added after a short pause, “Female biology?” He seemed to think for a moment; then, a look of realization washed over his face. “Oh! You mean...” He pulled back from you to look down— and that trickle of blood you’d anticipated was, indeed, just beginning to make its way down your leg. “Yes,” you said. “That’s what I mean... and if you don’t let me go, I’m going to have a bit of a mess on my hands.” He didn’t move, though— he only grinned as he continued to stare at the dribble of blood on your thigh. ”What?” you asked, a bit impatiently. “That’s beautiful,” he remarked, as he gazed. “It’s annoying,” you told him. “Don’t you know what it means?” You scoffed, “Half a lifetime of inconvenience.” He shook his head; pulled you in closely. “It means you have power.” You laughed again. “‘Power’?” “Power,” he confirmed. “Male Jedi can protect life, and if we need to, we can destroy it— but we can never create it. Not the way you can.” He reached down with his bionic hand— still gloved— and gathered some of your dripping blood on his finger. Then, he raised it again, and held it up to the light. You could see yourself glistening on his fingertip; deep red blended with dark leather as it slithered its way down the material. You’d never really considered it that way before, and it surprised you that Anakin apparently had. “It’s still going to be a mess if you don’t let me get to the cabinet,” you reminded him over his wonderment. “I’ve never minded a bit of a mess,” he countered coyly, and then he shocked you again by placing his finger into his mouth and closing his eyes as he eagerly sucked your blood off of his glove. “What are you saying, exactly, Ani?” You were almost certain you knew, but you could hardly believe it. You’d come under the impression over the course of your life that human men were almost invariably put-off by female menstruation. Anakin, though, had always been a bit different... it was why you’d fallen for him in the first place. After he’d finished licking you off of it, he placed his hand on the side of your face and leaned down to whisper into your ear, “I’m saying that right now, you have a power— an expression of the Force— flowing not only through you, but out of you. It’s a power I’ll never truly be able to harness for myself.” You leaned into his touch; nuzzled his hand as you enjoyed his breath on your neck. “So... you want me to share it with you?” you asked him. “Is that what you’re saying?”

He chuckled; a bit darkly, perhaps. You knew that Anakin had a hint of darkness in him: It was something you’d always seen, but that even some Master Jedi could not. You respected it; embraced it— and you didn’t mind keeping it quiet. You weren’t sure that Anakin himself had even fully registered it.

He tightened his grip on your hip; pressed the rough fabric of his tunic and the smooth leather of his belt into your bare flesh.

“I’m saying I want it,” he told you. “Are you going to give it to me?” He kissed your earlobe at that; he loved to tease you. You gasped at the sensation of his lips— they were so soft.”Yes,” you breathed, because you loved the feeling of belonging to Anakin... and he, too, seemed to relish his dominion over you. These feelings (and the actions you often took in response to them) were strictly forbidden, you both knew— however, you could hardly have helped them. ‘Forbidden’ did not mean ‘impossible’.

At your response, he took you around your waist by his hands and lifted you swiftly into the air— Anakin was impossibly strong, even for a Jedi Knight. You wrapped your bare legs around his waist; warned him that you were likely to get blood on his clothes.

His only answer was to make a noise indicating that he was experiencing a particularly ravenous hunger, and carry you out of the shower room. You absolutely loved it when Ani picked you up and carried you.

You also absolutely loved to watch him undress, and so that was what you did once he had brought you to the bedroom and set you down so that you were sitting on the edge of the mattress. First came his belt, with his lightsaber; he set those down gently. Next came his glove, which he peeled off sensuously and dropped beside himself on the floor with significantly less care than he’d afforded his weapon. You loved to study the contrast between his hands: They looked and felt so different from one another, but both of them were undeniably unique to him. You’d have known either of them, anywhere— to see or to feel them.

Finally, his tunic was lifted to reveal his stomach and chest; then, he peeled his pants away right out of and over his boots, and you were left staring at a magnificently strong body: Broad and well-muscled; yet lithe, and utterly smooth to your touch. As if he’d read your mind before, he didn’t touch those boots of his— they contrasted delightfully with his skin, and seemed to emphasize the sheer strength of his legs.

“I hate being away from you, Ani,” you said, because to see him this way always reminded you of how much you pined for him when you were apart.

“I hate it too,” he agreed, “but times like this make it all worth it, don't they?” He asked this as he stepped forward so that he was directly in front of you. His cock was already rock-hard, so you reached out to grasp it. He groaned softly; bucked into your hand.

“They do,” you confirmed, and you leaned forward to take him in your mouth.

He called out, and as if by instinct his hand shot to the hair at the back of your head. You swallowed at the tip of his cock; could taste him as he leaked onto the back of your tongue... which you dragged languidly along his length every time you drew your head away.

He let you do this for a while; finally, he pulled your mouth from him and looked down at you. “Lie back,” he said. “I want to taste the Force.”

“I didn’t know you could taste the Force,” you said, although to hear the concept spoken aloud, it made absolute perfect sense.

“Of course you can taste the Force, my love— I’ve tasted it my whole life.” He grinned widely. “But never, ever like this.”

Then, he dropped to his knees on the floor, and crawled up between your legs on the bed.“Ani!”

“Shhh— quiet,” he said, and he dove into your bloody cunt eagerly; licking, probing, sucking. He thirstily drank up both the substance of your life’s essence, and the slickness of your fresh arousal. You were stunned, but it felt incredible: Muscles which had been sore now throbbed in an infinitely more pleasant fashion, and your clit was as stiff and receptive to his touch as he had ever rendered it.

You felt yourself gush, and heard Anakin make a noise which sounded unabashedly pleased— you wondered which substance, precisely, he was responding to; however, you didn’t ask. You were too busy enjoying his enthusiasm for your ‘power’.

Once he’d made you shudder and buck to his satisfaction, he drew back and began to explore you with his fingers. You could see very clearly the blood around his mouth; on his nose, even.

You had read old legends and fairytales about creatures of darkness who fed exclusively on blood... and the incredible view of Anakin rising from between your legs coated with part of your insides recalled those stories. From the creamy, alabaster beauty of his skin to the honey-coloured tendrils of blonde which had just finished tickling your thighs, he appeared exactly as you might have imagined one of those painfully handsome, blood-sucking demons to have looked.

Anakin, though, had always been an image of stunning elegance.

“You’re beautiful, Ani,” you told him, because you couldn’t keep from saying it any longer.

“It’s you, darling,” he answered, as he traced crimson lines into your legs with both sets of his fingers.

“What does it taste like?” you asked him. “The Force, I mean?”

“I can’t describe it,” he said. He paused; seemed to think. “I’m going to have to show you.”

Once he’d said that, he crawled up the length of your body; you savoured the sturdy, athletic hardness of his muscles as he slipped over you deftly. Once his face was level with your own, he buried his tongue deep inside of your mouth and gifted you a taste of what he’d been so eager to take from you. You placed your arms around his back as he did.

The flavour was like copper, mixed with something which would nearly have tasted sweet, if it weren’t for an underlying, almost citrusy tang.

When he pulled away, he asked you, “It’s exquisite, isn’t it?”

“It’s like nothing I’ve ever tasted before,” you told him, and that was the truth.

“I love you,” he said.

“You can’t love me,” you reminded him. What you didn’t add was that you loved him back— of course you loved him back.

“I have to,” he insisted, and he shifted his body so that he could push himself zealously inside of you. You shouted at the suddenness of the stretch; dug your nails into his flesh, and moaned his name as he began to pillage you in a way you’d come to learn was unique to Anakin— only he ever could have made love to you this way

.As his breathing started to quicken along with his pace, he growled into your ear, “Mine.”

You bucked up into him in return; clenched yourself as tightly as you could around his girth, and answered him with an emphatic, “Yours— all yours, Ani.”

After that, you didn’t speak anymore. You both simply grasped, scratched, pulled, and rutted until Anakin’s cock began to throb and you could tell that he was about to release: Give you something in return for what he’d drawn out of you. You were eager to receive it; grateful that you were the person from whom he wished to take, and happy to give yourself to him, too.

Nobody knew, and nobody needed to know: This was only for the two of you.

He seemed almost to disintegrate after finishing; fall into a heap on your chest. He laid there this way for a long time as you held him; just breathing into you, and gasping half-coherent professions of his love. You could feel the soles of those boots you loved to see him wear all by themselves dig into your calf muscles.

Finally, you couldn’t help yourself anymore. As he slid off of you to lay beside you, you could see your blood smeared on his face and hands and cock; it made it so that you had to say to him, “I love you, too, you know,” because you did... and no matter how forbidden it was, nothing ever could have stopped it. You knew that to look at him right now.

He smiled as he closed his eyes, sidled up to you, and purred into your ear, “I know you love me— I can taste it.”

You laughed quietly at that because you were certain that he was telling the truth. You might have had a power that he could never possess; however, he’d still found a way to harness it; force you to betray yourself, and your feelings. You wondered if Ani wasn’t a bit more aware of that touch of darkness you sensed within him than you had been giving him credit for.

Then, you looked at the angelic tranquility of his features as he slept; thought to yourself that perhaps you had been mistaken about that little shadow you’d always thought you’d seen flitting back and forth behind his eyes. How could something so perfectly beautiful possess even a trace of evil?

That blood, though...That blood which coated his face and fingers: The deep crimson stain that was crusting unceremoniously around the base of his cock now, too, because even to suck it out of you with his mouth had not been enough... that gave him away, you realized.

Whatever it was within him which made him covet the only power you could ever possibly hold over him, though, was also the thing that allowed him to love you in spite of all logic, instruction, threat, or consequence.

You knew that it was worth it to have Anakin love you; worth it to share your essence with him. You let your dreams take you happily that evening, because they took you to a place where you did not have to miss your strange, sweet Jedi; where he woke with you every morning, and fell asleep having taken a new piece of you for himself each night.

Those dreams were not to become realities, of course— not right now; likely not ever. Here in your preferred hotel on Coruscant, though, amongst the heavenly smell of that soap you liked and the rhythmic heartbeat of your most favourite person, coated in your very self...Here, at least, you could pretend for a while.

You were happy you hadn’t made it to the cabinet.

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Demonic Possessions Ch 8: Pizza, Prizes, & Panic

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Warnings: Swearing, NSFW implied, light stuff

Saturday morning arrived and The House of Lamentation was on the quieter side. No arguing nephilim or brotherly squabbles to grate on another’s nerves. Early risers like Lucifer, Satan, and Beelzebub were in the dining room awaiting Lilly’s breakfast. The four of them were always the first ones up, leaving the other half to crawl out at various times.

After giving the typical 30 minute wait, Lilly gave the go-ahead for Beel to dig in. She’d learned long ago not to serve all the food at once on the weekend, preparing for stragglers vs Beelzebub’s appetite. She did find it unusual that Leviathan was missing. He must have pulled an all-nighter waiting for some special or doing a special walk-through for Deviltube.

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Leviathan opened his eyes slowly. He was so exhausted and felt on the heavy side. There was also this nagging feeling that someone was talking about him.

Shuffling around in his bathtub bed, the demon realized that it wasn’t his imagination that made him feel heavy. It was the nephilim snuggling on top of him that was passed out.

The female nephilim just about fell off the bench as she grasped at her own heart. Of course he’d say something extremely otaku in this situation. And after a moment to think on this, she nodded as she stared straight ahead, “I'm not seeking-out multiple relationships intentionally. But I can't deny the temptation of that fantasy either..." she chuckled, "You know what Levi-kun. That’s exactly it. I want a reverse harem life. I spent centuries vying for suffrage right. Letting women take a stand for equality. Voting, working jobs outside the home, and for fucks sake the right to wear some jeans! So why can’t I have a harem on my own when Mr. King Solomon saunters around, leaving a city’s worth of women back home!!!!!!?!”

“Mmmmh…” Lena nuzzled against his chest, making Leviathan’s heart want to explode from all of this contact. He suddenly recalled a lot of sounds like that just now as well.

“Lena...you’re on top of me…” he said a little louder.

Her sky blue eyes slowly peeked open. A view of a blushing demon beneath her slowly became clearer. “Oh, good morning Levi…” Her left hand ran up his firm abs, caressing him sensually as she nuzzled him again. “You’re so comfortable to snuggle with. I think I slept better on top of you than I did in Asmo’s bed the other night.” There was a soft giggle and she closed her eyes again.

Leviathan didn’t know what to make of that statement or the state in which they were in. Pulling his blanket down from them, he realized Lena wasn’t wearing her shirt and neither was he. Images of her stripping him of his signature hoodie and undershirt flashed before his eyes. She kissed his chest and ran her tongue across…and he dared to remove her top! The bra...it was his hair color!

“Aaaagh!” he shouted in a panic.

“What’s the matter!?” Lena raised up, completely straddling him. She looked around the room and everything looked fine. She then looked down at the demon beneath her. “Are you okay? You’re not sick are you?”

“N-nooo….” he murmured, covering his crimson face with his hands.

She looked at him curiously for a moment, then realized what was going on. It was the shock of spending the night with someone. He probably thought he dreamed it all. How adorable could Leviathan get?

Setting-up completely, the nephilim looked down at him, then ran both hands up his torso, feeling that ripped, swimmer’s body of his. Gently, she removed his hands and asked for him to look at her. “Leee-vi kuuun….” His eyes opened. She was so sexy and beautiful; her eyes were hypnotizing.

“Wasn’t last night fun?” she asked. Levi nodded rapidly.

“I-it was fun.A LOT of fun…” he admitted. It made Lena giggle.

She took his hands and brought them up to her waist. “Levi-kun. You know now you can touch my body all that you want right? In fact I really want you to.”

Absent-mindedly, Leviathan felt up and down her sides and even dared to grip the nephilim’s ass. It was so firm, yet soft at the same time. It made her gasp and bite her bottom lip.

Lena lowered herself back down on him, pressing her breasts against his bare chest. “Your hands are so big and strong. You’re so incredibly sexy…”

He doubted that wholeheartedly, and yet there was a half-naked 3D woman, the prettiest he’d ever met on top of him. “L-Lena…” He moaned lightly as she kissed his chest again.

“I’d love to continue where we left off last night, but I probably have morning breath…” she pouted at him, but kissed his chest again. “Want to shower together?”

The question caused the demon to fully sit up and nearly toss the nephilim backwards. The sheer thought of him being naked and wet with her was more than any close-in otaku could take. As a precaution, Levi pinched his nose, knowing blood would gush out.

“No Lena….don’t say things like that!!!!” He whimpered.

She couldn’t help but give an evil little chuckle, “You don’t want to? But last night you dove face-first into my tiddies with an itadakimasu. I thought you’d love to get wet and wild with me today!!”

Truth was, although they did make out a lot and he did carry her to his bed. It took a moment, but Levi mustered up the courage to take off her shirt. He kissed and rubbed his face into her boobs, and then he went for the unhooking of the bra.

It was the saddest struggle she’d ever been involved with. He then cried into her chest after all the failed attempts and passed out. If he couldn’t recall that travesty, Lena wasn’t about to refresh his memory. She’d surprise him and not wear one next time. Or maybe she had a front-opening one for starters?

“Don’t tease me about it…” he whined, “I really went beyond my limits last night…”

“Plus ultra babe…” She couldn’t hold back her smirk.

“Stop it!”

“Never. It’s not my way of the ninja…”

“You’re not funny.”

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After playing around with Leviathan a little while longer, Lena urged him downstairs. They were both ravenous after all the fun they had the night before.

The two of them entered the dining room and felt eyes upon them. ALL eyes.

“WHAT. THE. HELL!!!!?” Asmo squealed at the top of his lungs.

Mammon, on the other hand, was silent. Dead silent. The rest gave the two of them a once over, save for Beelzebub. He did pause, but his dire need for food out-weighed any curiosity he held for the reason that Lena was a disheveled mess in Leviathan’s hoodie.

“Ah-hmm....I take it a congratulations big brother are in order?” Satan asked in a catty manner as he sipped his cup of coffee.

Leviathan was tomato red and his teeth were clenched. He had no idea how to respond to any of this, but somehow he had the urge to fight everyone if they said anything to Lena.

“Maybe so…” Lena said nonchalantly as she led Levi to his seat, holding his hand. She sat in the empty seat beside him, acting completely calm.

“You guys look so cute together, although I’m totally jealous and wish I could’ve joined the fun last night…” Asmo chimed. Lena giggled at him, but Levi gave him a glare. He’d never share her like that.

Finally, Lucifer had something to say on the matter. “Leviathan. Either ask for your jacket back or find another high neck top to put on later. Your love bites are unseemly…”

“My wha?”

Most of the brothers began to chuckle as Levi looked down. Mammon was roaring at his little brother the most.He was in his low neck tank. Lena had given him hickies all over and he never checked himself over for any.

“W-why didn;t you say anything?...” he asked the nephilim.

“Oh, I thought you knew…” she responded nonchalantly, “I mean, did you see the ones you left on me?”

Mammon wrapped his arm over his brother’s shoulder and pulled him over in a brotherly manner, “I’m happy for you lil bro. If you need any advice, just ask The Great Mammon. I’ll help you out!”

“What advice could you possibly give?” Belphegor called out to Mammon.

“What d’ya mean by that you lil brat?!” Mammon responded.

A lot of bickering began around the table. Leviathan was so embarrassed until a firm hand squeeze brought him to look at Lena.

She merely gave Leviathan a wink and continued to eat her breakfast. This made his face glow, but he managed a small smile. It also gave him enough courage to ignore his brothers through the rest of their meal.

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“So did you guys go all of the way?” Asmodeus was the first to ask. He followed the girls to Lilly’s room where they both got ready for the day. And of course they talked about the hottest gossip the house has had in a long time.

“That’s none of your business Mister!” Lena responded as she sorted between outfits.

Lilly lectured the demon for being too nosy, but they both watched a happy Lena decide on her clothes. The two smiled at each other, giving a knowing look.

“I can’t help but to ask,” Lilly finally spoke up, “What was he like?” Asmo perked-up, ready to learn everything.

Lena sighed, but her smile remained, “He was so sweet. Definitely terrified. But the way he kissed was so...gentle…” She gave a little sigh. “I honestly feel both happy and guilty at the same time.”

“How so?” Lilly asked.

Lena furrowed her brows, trying to find a way to describe it. “He was so nervous. But I find him so cute. And I feel guilty that I liked him...squirming around a bit. I’ve seldom been with a submissive male before. Or a nervous one.”

“You like it. So what?” Asmo commented, “There’s nothing wrong with that. No force was there?”

“Of course not. I even bluntly asked for consent and he pulled me into his lap!” Lena’s eyes widened and she covered her hand over her mouth for a moment. ‘You two better not say anything about this to anyone. You hear me!” Her eyes began to glow with killing intent, leaving both the demon and human nodding. “Good.”

Lilly thought about things for a moment, before asking a serious question, “Are the two of you dating now?...are you a couple?”

The nephilim thought about for a moment before responding, “Well, we really didn’t do a lot of talking about it...things just happened…”

“Do you want to be in a relationship with him? You definitely need to be upfront and talk with Levi about it before going forward with anything.” Lilly just wanted her new friend and Levi to remain happy and on the best of terms as possible.

Asmo, for the first time, looked at Lena with a serious expression. “Lilly is right. You need to talk to my brother about this as soon as possible. I’m the last person to be serious about this kind of thing, but Leviathan is the Avatar of Envy; the Admiral of the Devildom’s navy and when he’s mad enough he can summon Lotan to drown and destroy nearly everything in its path. Be careful.”

Lena took their words seriously. She really didn’t think things through before starting things with him. They had valid and, to be honest, horrifying points.

“I believe I’ve mentioned this to the both of you at one point or another. I’m not the type to be held down to one great romance. Not after my last relationship. And NO. I do not want to talk about that. Not ever!” She closed her eyes and sighed, “The best I can do is be honest with him and let him know that. I want an open relationship and I won’t go any further with him if he can’t accept that. I’m not going to make false promises or put effort into something I don’t want.”

Her eyes fell upon Asmodeus. The two of them were rather flirtatious enough. And to be honest, that night she’d have definitely went all the way with him had she not been so intent and excited about the gifts she had for Leviathan. He smiled back at her, although there was a darker look to his eyes. He definitely sensed what was on her mind.

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“Levi-kun, let’s go on a lunch date today.” Lena said when she entered his room. Both he and Mammon were playing Luariogi-cart with Belphie asleep as he waited to play the winner.

The sudden request caused the otaku demon to crash; he was frozen. Of course Mammon shouted and cheered, taking the win and began to gloat about it and tease his little brother. Belphegor yelled at him for waking him up and threw his pillow at him.

“D-d-d...d-d-DATE!?” Leviathan stuttered, sounding like he was being electrocuted.

Lena giggled then picked Belphie’s pillow up and slammed it into Mammon for his laughter at Levi and then puffed it up and gave it back to Belphegor. “Yes, a date. I would like to go out with you today..to get more acquainted and to see where things go. I’ll meet you down in the Foyer in half an hour. Casual dating attire only. I want to go to the arcade for sure!” She winked at the demon and waved at everyone before leaving.

Levi was catatonic again. Mammon and Belphegor exchanged evil grins and let their brother stand there for a few minutes before saying anything.

“Don’t you need to get ready?” Belphegor asked in a knowing tone.

“Yeah, for your d-d-d-date!? Ha ha!” Mammon mocked.

This caused their brother to panic, then yell at them to leave. He had no idea what he should wear, what he was supposed to do or anything. It was an absolute nightmare for the reclusive demon. He never pictured himself in this situation. The closest thing he’d ever been to a date was when he went to themed cafes or idol concerts, admiring his favorites from afar.

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When Leviathan began down the stairs to the foyer, he stopped the moment he laid eyes upon Lena. She was standing there, waiting on him, in a cute black dress that had glowing jellyfish on it. She wore purple stockings and goth boots. She matched her aesthetic to match his. It made him blush.

Lena was looking at her DDD, researching where they could go and what they could do together. She was admittedly nervous after the conversation she’d had with Lilly and Asmo earlier. Who knew dating a demon could be so dangerous?

Feeling eyes upon her, the nephilim looked up to see Leviathan frozen on the stairs, blushing and staring down at her. “Well, hello there gorgeous.” She smiled and winked at him. “You ready to have some fun today?!”

When he only nodded and stood there, Lena ran up the stairs to meet him and took his hand, “well then let’s go cutie!” and pulled him with her.

“C-c-cutie…” he whispered, smiling to himself.

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Lena and Leviathan decided to get Screamin Berry Swirl slushies and hit the arcade first. The nephilim decided to start with things the demon was both familiar and comfortable with. She truly wanted things to work between the two of them and she also didn’t want him to be on edge the whole time they were together.

“Are the top 10 scores on this game all yours?” she asked.

“Of course they are. I’ve dominated the scores since they got this in.” he boasted.

Lena smiled and joined in laughter with him. “My favorite arcade games back home are the Dino Park Disaster games where you have to take down carnivores and outrun stampedes. Pretty much any shooting arcade games. Oh and racing ones. Pinball games as well…”

Listening to her go into a list of favorite arcade games brought a strong sense of joy in Leviathan’s heart. She really knew her stuff. And it seemed she was genuinely interested in hearing about all of the achievements he held in the games at the arcade. It made him feel a connection to someone that he hadn’t before.

“Hey, look!” Lena jumped with excitement after picking-up a massive sci-fi gun to an alien shooter game. “This looks badass! Let’s play two-player!”

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“That was so much fun! Look at our ticket haul!” Lena exclaimed. She was definitely in the moment, having so much fun with Leviathan.

“That was the only game I didn’t have a high score because none of my brothers or anyone could keep up with me.” Levi added.

The two were sitting down at a booth, counting their mega stacks of tickets, eating pizza and cheesy bread. “We make a great team!” she cheered, making Leviathan blush as he slurped his slush. He thought so too.

“If there’s a way for us to play human realm MMORPGs and other games like that here in the Devildom, I have a few that we need to team-up in. I don’t like to play with strangers...can't rely on them too much. I have a couple of friends from school that play and I think you’d get along with them well enough…”

This felt like a dream. He was on a date with a 3D female. One that was enthusiastic about anime, manga, comics, collecting memorabilia, and video games. Leviathan just watched and listened to Lena while in a dreamy-like state of mind.

After a while, the nephilim realized she’d been the only one to talk. “Oh, I’m so sorry. I kinda went off the deep end with excitement there….”

“No, I totally wanted to know what games you play!” Levi chuckled, “It’s so cool to finally have someone that wants to talk about non-normie things! And I’m really curious about these human realm games.”

The two talked shop for a while longer, then cashed their tickets in. Lena got a giant stuffed purple dragon creature that actually puffed smoke from it’s nose and mouth. It had ominous, glowing eyes that was totally something Lena would choose. She also got a matching dragon wing headband.

Leviathan chose some more figurines and a wall scroll of a Devildom anime icon. It was on the more colorful and cute side. It was a funny dynamic to see a demon with cute items and a half angel with scary monster stuff.

“Levi...you’re having a lot of fun today aren’t you?” Lena asked as they exited the arcade. She was looking down at her boots as she walked, not wanting to look at the demon. She had been weary of bringing him out since he’d made it clear that he was a shut-in and hated leaving his room.

There was hesitation, but Levi nodded and looked to the girl at his side. “I am…” There was a split second pause before he panicked and asked, ‘Are you not?! I bet you were bored; just being nice at doing this because I'm just a worthless otaku nerd!” He began huffing and wheezing as Lena stared at him wide-eyed and confused.

“Whoa, whoa, WHOA dude. Chill!” She finally said, pressing her hand against his chest. She was sure he was about to have an actual panic attack and keel over. “Your brain is going into overdrive hun. I’ve had an absolute blast with you today. It’s been fun and refreshing and I’m loving getting to hang out with you.”

She wasn’t able to see his eyes, beyond the indigo bangs covering his face, but she could tell Leviathan was blushing and possibly staring down at her hand. She stepped in close and gave him a hug. “I would’ve been honest with you if I wasn’t having any fun. Trust me on that.” He nodded and hesitantly pressed his hand against her back, returning the hug. Lena couldn’t help but grin to herself at his trembling hand.

Pulling away, the nephilim took his hand and led him away from the Arcade, looking for a bench to sit on and watch a pretty fountain. It was the perfect atmosphere for their date she thought. A great place to talk quietly about their relationship.

“Levi, I want to be honest with you…” Lena began, “I want to talk about us...if you’d like there to be us.”

“Us…” he pondered for a moment and then bit his lip. Leviathan never thought he’d have a conversation like this. He’d never felt more nerve-wracking.

The nephilim gave him a moment to process before continuing, “Before we make any decisions, I want to be forward and honest with you. I think that’s the most important thing about a relationship. Keeping an open dialog with each other and always being honest about our feelings...ok?”

Leviathan was still reeling on the idea that there was a possibility for them to be an ‘us’. After she shook his arm to get his attention, the demon gasped and then nodded, “Uhm...yes. That’s good…”

“The thing I wanted to tell you first and foremost is where I stand on relationships in general.” She was beginning to feel nervous, thinking about Lilly and Asmo’s advice. “I believe in open relationships...especially since we are eternal beings...forever is a long time.”

The demon’s eye widened just enough that Lena could see them. He was still. “So you’re like Asmo….totally into being lots of other people…?”

“Well, comparing myself to the Avatar of Lust is a little extreme, but sorta.” Lena bit her bottom lip and shifted around uncomfortably. She was self-conscious about this part of herself, but nonetheless she wanted to be open with him. “I-I uh understand if it’s not something you’re okay with...it’s why I wanted to say something up front before we established a….deep connection…”

And there went Leviathan’s poor demonic heart again. Ready to yeet from his chest.

“You could totally see anyone you want to...both in reality or otherwise. However, I can’t promise you complete monogamy. It’s just not my nature. And I don’t want you to ever get upset if I choose to flirt and mingle with someone else.”

“So you are telling me...you’re interested in….living your life like…” Leviathan said quietly. Drawing it out made Lena’s eyes widen with anticipation. “Like a….REVERSE HAREM!?!”

The female nephilim just about fell off the bench as she grasped at her own heart. Of course he’d say something extremely otaku in this situation. And after a moment to think on this, she nodded as she stared straight ahead, “I'm not seeking-out multiple relationships intentionally. But I can't deny the temptation of that fantasy either..." she chuckled, "You know what Levi-kun. That’s exactly it. I want a reverse harem life. I spent centuries vying for suffrage right. Letting women take a stand for equality. Voting, working jobs outside the home, and for fucks sakes the right to wear some jeans! So why can’t I have a harem on my own when Mr. King Solomon saunters around, leaving a city’s worth of women back home!!!!!!?!”

Lena shook her fist in anger thinking about it. She could do what the fuck she wanted with whom the fuck she wanted damn it. “But in all seriousness. Levi…” she returned her attention to the demon, “I’m giving you the option of being my first ever demon lover. I will be as committed to you as I possibly can. You can’t even begin to imagine the benefits of that. You just have the right to know what you'd be getting into if you want to be in a relationship with me.”

She let him stew over those bold words for a while, resting her head on his shoulder gently as she watched the dancing waters before them. “I really like you Levi…”

“I...like you too Lena...chan.”

His head gently rested atop hers. The two sat in silence as the imitation sun of Diavolo’s slowly disappeared from the Devildom sky.

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It was dusk by the time Leviathan and Lena returned to The House of Lamentation. The two stood outside the front door like high-schoolers not wanting their date to end. Lena took both of Leviathan’s hands, while their prizes sat on the steps. “Thank you for a lovely date at the arcade today. It was a lot of fun.”

“Your welcome….” Leviathan was looking away from her, completely embarrassed. She was the one that asked him out and planned the whole day. He should thank her for even considering a date with someone like him.

Feeling that he was about to go deep into unsavory thoughts, Lena stood on her tiptoes and kissed the demon. It was soft and sweet. Just like him. “Hey, we can do more of what we did last night if...we can sneak past all of the others…”

Wide eyes stared at the nephilim. If there was something Leviathan wanted, it was definitely more of what they did last night. Just imagining the feeling of her….and the way she….and how they both…

Leviathan in his boldest move of his eternal life, grabbed their loot in one hand and took Lena by the other and raced inside the manor. No man, demon, nephilim, or ghostly was gonna keep this otaku from getting to feel 3D oppas again!

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vapid-slut · 4 years

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A Dove Reborn; Ch.1

Warning[s]: Character death, Mentions of violence, murder, demonic possession [kinda, eh yea]

Word Count: 1.7k

Summary: Reader, a catholic schoolgirl, is brought in as a sacrifice. It isn’t until she’s payed a visit in hell that she’s given a second chance at life and vengeance

A/N: This is my first michael fic so enjoy my shitty excuse for writing I’ve been think about writing this for awhile so I really you like it. Whoever you may be [this blog is a ghost town]. Also there may be some typos because it’s late and a bitch is lazy. xoxo, go piss girl

Darkness.

That's all you saw as your limp body dragged across what felt like wood. You cried out, hoping someone would have the heart to help you. Instead, they laughed at your naiveness. Before you could think any longer, a voice interrupted your thoughts. "This is y/n she has devoted her entire life to being a good little christian. Pathetic." The woman spoke with hatred in her voice as you heard others make noises of disapproval and disdain. Your breath was shaking, you knew there was little hope for you, they didn't care about you or your life, and why should they? After all, you were just a shy little girl whose own family sent her away to a convent to get rid of her.

The skin on your body crawled as you felt the burning stares of everyone gawking at your practically naked form. The woman continued to go on about how silly you were for choosing to believe in a god who couldn't even protect you now, her voice overlapping with your screams and pleas. "Well, let's not waste any more time. The honor of tonight's sacrifice shall go to one of our newest members, Jim." If you were uncertain of your fate before, this solidified it. Tonight was the night you were doing to die.

You pleaded for your life though it was ineffective, your body tensed as you felt a hand across your face remove a few stray hairs. Before you knew it, the blade held along your neck glided with ease, your eyes began to tear as you took what would be your last few breaths. There, on the floor, your once pure body laid lifeless, upper half drenched in your blood.

Eventually, the group of heinous worshippers dispersed, some going off to eat, others making their way home. All of them seemingly unbothered by the presence of your corpse. Having your body on display for everyone to see was truly humiliating. You were to be gawked at, mocked, and then forgotten. The story of your life, no one had ever taken you seriously. Your mother hated you the moment she birthed you. Your father never stayed long enough for you to remember him. With all the time you had spent laying there, your body began releasing a foul odor, making it clear that you had to go.

The blue-eyed boy towered over your figure, his head turning slightly to face the much shorter woman with hair like that of a raven. "What would you like me to do with her, Michael?" The woman named Ms.Mead asked with a calmness to her voice, almost as if she did this often. Michael sighed, letting his shoulders fall slightly. "It's such a shame she would've made a great pet." He paused, taking a breath. "Bury her or throw her in the river for all I care, whichever is easiest." He said sternly as the woman nodded, the blonde turned on his heels to exit the once full room.

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You woke up from felt like an eternal sleep. Rubbing your eyes to look around the room, it all felt familiar. The soft lilac walls and crisply made bed, this was your home. Albeit one you hadn't seen in a long time. It had been almost seven years since your mother dropped you off at a convent. You observed the room with confusion, wondering why you were here.

Suddenly the door opened, revealing your strung-out mother. Your head tilted in confusion. "M-mom?" You reached to touch her, but out of nowhere, she raised the back of her hand to strike you across the face. You brought your hand to your cheek, eyes welling up with tears until suddenly she froze.

Everything was happening so suddenly that you cowered in fear as another woman entered the room, dressed in white, she flashed you a smile. The girl reached to hold your hand, but you immediately flinched. "Don't worry. I'm not going to hurt you." She said, her voice soft and calming. You rubbed the tears away from your eyes and took hold of her warm hand. "Who are you. W-where am I?" The girl helped you to your feet. "My name is Mallory, right now you're in hell. But I'm here to take you back t-" Before she could finish, a dark figure walked in. "Ah, ah, ah. You don't get to break satans rules, my love." The man appeared with strawberry blonde hair and green eyes.

"Asclepius, this isn't any of your concern," Mallory said, letting go of my hand as she inched closer to the man. "It is actually, I too have been tasked with bringing Y/N back to the mortal realm." You watched as the two bickered as if you weren't in their presence, tired of sitting around like a church mouse, you decided to speak up. "Okay, what the fuck are you talking about?!" The two turned to look at you, almost shocked that you had interrupted them. Asclepius sighed before stepping closer to you. "This might seem hard for you to comprehend, but you're dead. Your purity made you a viable sacrifice for satan." He paused for a moment, reading the confusion on your face. "This place is hell."

You scoffed, finding his comment ridiculous. That was until you remembered the darkness, the voice of that wretched woman, and the coldness of the knife. "Holy shit." You said, your head falling as you realize your predicament. "So, what do you two want from me?" Mallory turned on her heels. "Well, I was sent to retrieve your soul and bring it back to your mortal body until he showed up." Asclepius rolled his eyes at the brunette, annoyed by her response. "My boss, satan, has been displeased with his son's work. He thinks you'd be a fine companion, someone to give him a push to bring about the end times."

All of this sounded insane. It was simply too much to process. Mallory could sense the fear coming off of you. "Good thing is that won't happen, so long as I have a say in it." She reached to hold your face as a form of comfort. But before you could react, her body fell limp as the red-haired man retrieved his arm from her back, her heart in his hand as you shrieked in terror. "Shhh Y/N, there is no need to fear me, soon you'll be back to normal soon." His voice overlapped with the hissing of snakes as they slithered towards you.

There was no place to run, so instead you back into one of the four corners of the room, even then, you knew it was useless. Pain pierced through your skin as the vipers sank their teeth into your skin, venom mixing with your blood. You tried to scream, but nothing left your throat, your mind slowly fading in and out of consciousness. The man gave you a half-hearted smile. "Send Michael my regards." And with that, your world faded to black once again.

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The skin on your body began to prune, given the countless days you had spent floating in the river. Suddenly your heart began to beat as blood rushed through your veins, your eyes opened, the water starting to irritate them. You mustered up what little strength you had left and made your way to the surface, gasping for air.

Swimming was never your strong suit, but you noticed that there was land nearby, so used your bit of energy to make sure you got there. Once you reached the dry land, your body fell, your back making contact with the soil. You wanted nothing more than to sleep. But something caught your attention, a scent. One you weren't all that accustomed to, you felt something within, almost as if your body was fighting itself.

Your body acted against you as you stood, drawing closer to the smell. As you crept, the voices become much more vivid. One, in particular, was much too familiar. "This sacrifice is much more special than anyone we've done before." You thought for a moment, and your mind brought you back to the night you lost your life, your cries and pleas ignored just like the unlucky girl they had chosen tonight.

You yearned to do something, but you were no match for them. That was until you watched as your skin went pale, bits of it turned to scales. Part of you was horrified, but part of you relished in this new power. Before you made a move, you heard a much deeper voice speak. "I sense something, someone, a powerful presence." Suddenly your body was completely taken over. Your once [y/e/c] eyes had now turned to a crimson red. Without thought, you suddenly appeared behind one of the cloaked figures, something you weren't aware you could do till now.

All the rage and bloodlust inside of you reached a boil. As your arm plunged into the woman's chest, you retrieved your hand to find her heart in it, and with no hesitation, you took a bite. The look of shock on everyone's face was pure bliss. You stood, wearing nothing but the underwear you had on the night of your death, covered in blood. Many of the cult members attempted to stop you, but it proved useless as you swiftly discarded them.

The few worshippers that remained had fled, hoping to keep their lives. All that was left were the corpses and Michael, along with Ms. Mead. The blonde boy gave a look of astonishment. Before anyone could break the silence, your skin reverted back to its previous form, the red in your eyes fading as your body fell to the ground. Michael approached you, kneeling to be closer to your face, cupping your chin, now drenched in blood.

"Magnificent, my father must have sent you." His face formed a wicked smile. You were far too weak to respond and watched as he removed his cloak and placed it over your cold body. With that, he scooped you into his arms, continuing to burn into you with his gaze.

His voice was smooth and mellow as he whispered into your ear. "Let's get you home." You shook your head in disapproval and tried to push yourself off of him, but there was no point. It was clear who had the upper hand. Slowly your consciousness began to fade once again. It was clear how exhausted you were, and eventually, you drifted into a slumber. Your fate left in the hands of a man who watched you die.

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okay wow can’t believe i actually finished a fic for the first time, this feels great! I hope you enjoyed, let me know if you wanna be tag okay toodles!

#michael langdon #michael langdon x reader #michael langdon imagine #Michael Langdon smut #Michael Langdon blurb #Michael langdon headcanon #michael langdon fanfiction

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glumpiglet · 4 years

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Indulgence (F!ReaderxBeetlejuice)

Alright well in my other fic ‘Reassurance’ I had an idea of Beetlejuice being all hot and bothered by the reader licking a knife. And I explored that a little more… And I did realize I might have a little bit of a food kink… ANYWAYS This is the product of that. Woof, enjoy or like tell me it sucks please, whatever... I’m so nervous posting this. I’m blushing and i know this isn’t even that lewd.

Warning: NSFW! 18+! I am going full smutty smut smut with this. Beware. I’m talking about Oral, Overstimulation. Light BDSM. the works.

You believed people could find satisfaction in any number of things. Food was one for you. From a young age you took your time with meals, savouring the tastes and textures of what you put in your mouth, wanting to know best how to prepare the things that nourished you.

The career you had didn’t consist of being some five star Michelin chef, but you were a good cook. Took care with the food made and was always trying new things in the kitchen. Even spent most of the extra money you had on any appliance or ingredient that caught your fancy.

What you never expected was ever to share the company of a ghost, never mind a demonic, powerful spectre that was Beetlejuice. Or Lawrence as he let you call him.

A dead boyfriend was something you had been taking pretty well all considering. BJ was quirky, to say the least.

Lately you have been trying to give him hobbies other than attempting to scare the living shit out of those around him, and trying to get your attention all the time.

Showing him how to collect bugs from the garden, you had an old aquarium brought out and set up with the ghost, watching with pride as he took to it naturally. Filling it with dirt, sticks; creatures flitted around inside and you saw he was becoming quite the connoisseur.

Loving books was another passion of yours, had a pretty well stocked bookshelf if you did say so yourself. It had taken weeks to get Beetlejuice to confess to being subpar at reading and spelling. You didn’t know what kind of education he had had, but teaching him had been a thrill. It had been slow, arduous work, but he was coming along nicely, reading at an excellent level. You even had a decent Stephen King collection Beetlejuice seemed to enjoy.

Another peculiar thing about Beetlejuice made itself known when you cooked.

Beetlejuice acted strange when you ate. He hardly ever joined in on your meals, had told you once that he didn’t need to eat much, being dead for forever and all.

In all honesty it would have been easier had he had any desire for the food you so enjoyed.

Instead he sat at the table, and watched.

You had to get over your shyness quickly. Beetlejuice was exorbitant, a bundle of energy. Boundaries were something that did not exist to him. Even before you started having sex, he was constantly touching; playing with your hair, marveling at your soft, smooth skin.

He was particularly devilish tonight. You could tell by his sly smile, his whole body practically glowing green. Bolts of pinks shifting through his hair as he caught you up on his trip to the Netherworld. And maybe you were trying to tease him a bit tonight, comfy in a pale nightgown you knew he liked, and could felt your nipples perked with the AC running through the house.

Having to practically push him out of the kitchen as you cooked the pasta however, he kept getting in the way and you were going to burn yourself if he tried to distract one more time.

Once the dish had been cooked and you sat down to eat, watching with amusement as Beetlejuice scraped the nearest chair towards you, he plopped down in immediate proximity to you. In the past, it was common to have to tell him to get his own chair on several occasions, he had a habit of wanting to just sit into your lap.

“.......So I says to him, ‘Buddy, I don’t know where you think you are, but that’s no guppy biting your leg!”

Giggling at his boisterous story, the two of you shared a laugh as you slipped some of the noodles into your mouth. You had begun to grow your own tomatoes and zucchini, and had to say it was a success so far, they were juicy, almost sweet. This might have been the best primavera you made in your life.

Moans were coming out of your mouth before they could be stopped. Your family was always making fun of you about the way you ate, joking they couldn’t take you to restaurants because of it. It couldn’t be helped. Taste was your favourite sense, a thing that activated the happy nerve in the brain, making your body react in a subconscious way.

Beetlejuice went silent.

Taking a few more bites, humming at the flavour and oblivious to BJ’s sudden change. A moment you looked up and took notice of how the air was tense.

BJ didn’t scare you in day to day life. But you knew never to underestimate him, and to not play innocent around him. Beetlejuice was a predator, a veritable horror show of demonic talents that were solely used for scaring breathers.

Still, when Beetlejuice gave that look, golden eyes glittering with savage intent, hair blown a completely different colour; you knew it wasn’t scaring he had in his mind.

BJ pounced. Gripping your shoulders, he kissed desperately. Shoving his tongue into your mouth, you stumbled, dropping a fork as he basically hauled you up. Pinned by his body against the table, you made a noise of discontent at his assault as he pulled back, looking with eyes blown wide with lust.

“Fuck….. Sorry, babes, I need you..” Swept up in his surprise attack, a bolt of pleasure made you quake as he kissed the sweet spot on your neck, latching on and lapping the skin.

Beetlejuice was obsessed with marking, rubbing his facial hair vigorously across sensitive parts, biting and sucking sometimes on the peak of being painful. You knew he wasn’t trying to hurt you, sometimes his eagerness could take over. On the tip of your tongue was a protest, but when it was realized you weren’t going into work tomorrow….. You’d suppose he could have his way.

“Now.” The growl against your cleavage was impatient. You knew if you didn’t stop his rough clench of his fists in your nightgown, he would just rip the thing in two. As he manhandled your body, there was the instinct to submit, allow him to have his wicked way.

You knew the truth.

He missed you.

It was at your encouragement that made him go back from time to time, he mentioned having several friends ‘back home’. You felt bad for him, he had said he had been stuck invisible among the living for a long time, longer than you could comprehend.

Then one day you were being curious about ghostly things and he showed you a book called ‘Handbook for the Recently Deceased.’

“Why do you have this? You’re not recently deceased.”

He looked at you as if you’d grown an extra head, and explained slowly.

“It comes with the tote bag, babes.”

He even opened it, once you realized you couldn’t ‘being a breather and all’. It was the oddest thing you ever saw. Glowing pages filled with ancient looking text. It smelt of old pages and sulfur. A line caught your eyes ‘Proceed directly to the Netherworld…’

“This says in order to get to the Netherworld, you just draw a door.”

“Yeah that’s how it works…. Welp, cupcake, you don’t wanna read that boring thing…..Wanna see a puppet show?”

Trying to take it from you, you held it out of his reach. Beetlejuice could be so deflected sometimes. It became a game, and you were getting really good at knowing which questions to ask.

“Wait, I’m confused. You mean you’ve been able to go back the whole time? Why haven’t you?”

Snatching the book from your hands, he muttered about ‘bad idea’ and ‘stupid’ until you got it out of him.

“I never really….Belonged there. My mom was always telling me….. Demons weren’t like me, I was a failure….”

Juno. That cunt. Oh yes, Beetlejuice had told you about his ‘mother’.

Realizing if you took a trip down, you might be able to give that rotten bitch a good piece of your mind. Sadly, trying to get him to take you to the Netherworld had been a vehement ‘no’.

“Absolutely not, (Y/N). Breathers are not allowed there and…….I don’t need anything to ever happen to you.”

That had been it on that, you couldn’t exactly argue with him. Pushing murderous thoughts to the back of your mind, but the idea was never completely forgotten.

“I think you should still go and visit your friends, BJ. I’ll be here when you come back.”

Assuring him over and over it would be okay, finally he began his vacations. Time apparently moved differently down in the Netherworld, he would be gone for extended periods of time. So once in a while you had to let your little bug fly away, but every time he came back, you remembered that old saying about ‘if you love something, set it free…’

Chuckling into the present, you tried to extract from his hold. “Slow down, I didn’t even finish my dinner.”

His hands greedily twisted in the fabric of your gown, bunching it up to your thighs, you shivered as the cool table was pressed against your ass. Feeling him slipping your panties down your legs, you shifted onto the table, more than willing to help his progress.

“Babes. I’m hungry. Tonight, you gotta feed me.” His intention was immediately clear and you gasped at his vulgar words.

Barely able to stutter out a “B-Beetlejuice!” The demon dove into you.

Intense, sudden stimulation to your clit had you reeling. Gripping his magenta hair, trying to find an anchor, you couldn’t stop from moaning out.

Beetlejuice wasn’t just enthusiastic when he ate you out, he was ravenous. Drooling at your taste, his growls were immediate, low and consistent like a beast. Added vibration from his response made your pussy clench. He just started but already you could already feel the flutters of an impending orgasm,

He certainly wasn’t helping. Face buried deep between your legs you began to hear low murmuring. Deep, rasping praises that you struggled to quiet to hear over his slurping.

“Mmm….Taste so fucking good, babes… That’s right….. Feed me your sweet cum.” You had to cover your glowing face with your hand. You couldn’t take Beetlejuice’s mouth sometimes. What it said, or what it could do to you.

That was it. His voice was enough. Lolling your head back, you surrendered as the convulsions overtook your body, pussy spasming as you came. Hard. Your hips swiveled, chasing the bliss. He slowed down to tender licks, but he didn’t stop completely. Your body continued to writhe, trying to push him away with hands to his forehead. His grip only intensified.

“Ohhh, jesus….. Sweetie. I’m not nearly full yet. You gotta give me more.” His voice was granite. Dark, and tensed through clenched teeth. His face was slick with saliva and cum, trails of the mixture stringing his face to your pussy, glistening his cheeks and your thighs. He was making such a mess of you, and showed no signs of stopping.

“I-I can’t.. I’m too s-sensitive..” Changing his pace, you could go limp as he gently sucked and licked at your entrance, teasing the walls just inside; running his nose over your swollen lips.

“I don’t think so, doll…. Hmm…. I think if I stayed like this for who knows… Another hour, you could come at least 4-5 times for me. That would fill me.”

“BJ, no!” Lifting your upper body off the table, you watched as two hands appeared from under his jacket, gripping your wrists to the surface as his own kept your thighs parted. Continuing your desperate pleas, more hands jutted out. Grabbing at your shoulders, your hips. Pinning you down.

Whining, your treacherous body peaked again, just the idea of being at his mercy heady. You loved when he was like this, as vulgar as it was.

“I know you can do it, babes. Just give me a bit more of you. I need it.” Snarling into your mound, he gave you a small respite and began to nuzzle and nip at your thighs. The hands were also being kind, stroking your skin, running across your nipples teasingly; letting you at least catch your breath before you hyperventilate.

“What's the safe word?”

“Chartreuse…” You considered using it, you seriously didn’t think you could cum anymore, the pleasure was too intense.

“That’s it, baby. You ready?”

Nodding, he began anew and you sighed at his soft, kitten licks. He knew just how to bring you around and soon you were pulsing, working your way to another climax, pushed harder by Beetlejuice’s minstrasions.

“You got it…. Just relax…... Daddy gonna take care of you.”

At some point, you lost track of time. Delirious, all you could do was lay there as he continued.

Beetlejuice alternated between rough, frantic treatment, or tenderly nuzzling into you, playing against your tender inner walls with meaty fingers. Orgasm number three and four reached you at some point, one brought around so softly and sudden you hardly realized you had it at all.

The pleasure started to move into pain. After shivering through one final eruption, you cried out in slight discomfort and Beetlejuice knew immediately.

BJ pulled back, multiple hands caressed down your body, making you shudder as they disappeared back under his jacket. Soon enough, it was just his own hands stroking your trembling thighs, shushing you passionately.

“That’s it...Delicious…. Fucking gorgeous little breather….. You did so good, baby.” His voice was wrecked. Nothing more than deep razor blades cutting in the air, reaching your ears from a distance.

Dazed was an understatement. You were knocked out. Sleeping on your dining room table was a pretty good choice at this very moment, but instead you felt yourself being lifted. He was floating with you in his arms, well you supposed having a demon for a lover had to have its perks.

He laid you down on your bed and you sighed into the cool sheets against your overstimulated body. Staying there comfortably, you couldn’t even gain the strength to open your eyes to see where the devil disappeared to.

You jerked as you felt a cool cloth being run around your privates, glancing up at Beetlejuice, rapt in his attention. The aftercare he was giving you never ceased to make your heart swell. He just treated you so well.

A burst of energy made you intent to return to favour.

As he leaned over you, you grabbed at his lapels, pulling him down onto you with an ‘oof!’ As you began your descent passed his tummy to his cock, deftly unbuttoning and slipping your hand inside. You weren’t prepared for what met you there.

Beetlejuice was flaccid. The idea that something was terribly wrong with him flashed through your mind before you realized something else. He felt sticky. Heaving out a choked, sensitive sound, he grabbed at your hand to still it. You put two and two together.

“Did you-?”

“Uh, yeah…….I came like three times during that… I guess I better get these off.” Giggling at his honesty, you watched as he snapped his fingers, transforming from big bad ghost with the most to the snugly little bug you hunkered down with nightly.

Pajamas you had provided for him when you found out he only owned the one suit…. Yikes. You’d have to ask him for that in the morning to wash.

Snuggling into your bed, once again thankful for his cooled body against your hotness. You ran your hand through the thick fuzz on his tummy, murmuring words of adoration to each other, you felt safe enough to drift off. Knowing that Beetlejuice would be right where you left him.

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zebraslovescupcakestoo · 3 years

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My BLUSH BLUSH wish list.

For those who likes the game, fan of the game or anything in between, I wanted to share my thoughts and what I wanted from the game in future updates.

Of course this is just MY thoughts, MY imaginations and just MY wish list so if you disagree, that’s OK! You can just leave what you wanted instead in the comments or in my ask box. I am open to what you have to say. So let’s go right into it:

1. Ugly Christmas Sweaters

Yes, I know I’ve posted this here after I made a screen shots of my conversations in the Steam community, but after the debut and full release of the game, we got up to date 2 DLC characters, voice audios, and a Halloween costume bundles. So if they came up with a special Christmas costume bundle, it would make me up for 2020!

In their older sister game predecessor, Crush Crush, all of their dateable girls have the Santa suit options after you max out their lover levels. (10 diamonds each.) Even though they’ve alternated each of their red Santa style suits, they’re pretty much the same.

Don’t get me wrong! They’re beautiful, but almost the same!

So that’s why if we get UGLY CHRISTMAS SWEATERS instead, it would be more festive and think of how some would match their characteristics like for example: Imagine Nihm with a cute pastel colored sweater or Ichiban with a horror reference video parody. (Or imagine a certain guy with a Grinch vibe with a ‘Merry go f#k yourself’ ugly sweater.)

2. A new Diamond Boy bundle!

If you have an account with Crush Crush and you played long enough, you already know that there’s the Darya DLC bundle that gives you diamonds on the first run. (The bundle was 15 US dollars.)

So for this, I hope that the Sad Panda team studio would do the same in this game.

I have a few good ideas about what animal forms it could be before you un-curse them:

-A Pokémon knock off of Cloyster and probably friends with that Narcissistic mermaid on the phone fling. They have pearls that looks fabs!

-A dolphin if an Oyster isn’t ‘Shelling’ enough for you nor the others. Think about a treasure hunting dolphin like Ariel who’s collecting human treasures.

-A raccoon thief inspired by the Sly Cooper video games series. This was on PS2 series and had a remake later but this would be an interesting Easter egg reference. (Maybe add some Arsene Lupin reference to ‘compliment’ the detective phone boy fling.) *Wink wink!*

-I found this interesting when I search this topic but an Owl, specifically white barn owls, with ties of Hindu myth symbol of Wealth and Fortune. I’ll leave the link here if you’re interested, but this is like if Sascha was looking for him before scamming...

-A peacock! Think how back in time when you in one of the banquet Henry the 8th hosted and this was served. This was a symbol of pride and luxury so only rich people can have these.

If you have any alternatives references, please let me know in the comments or ask box if you have an ideal diamond bundle manimal and what’s their story. I would love to know and share!

3. Ideal Animal!!!

We all know how a basic Blush Blush dating game is by now: You found their animal forms, you un-cursed them by dates and they’re back to humans again. (For a good humping DLC d!k pic.) We all see that it can be either a real or a fantasy animal like a rabbit to a dragon. So here’s MY idea of the next animal:

-Marine Manimal options!

I’ve said this previously, but all of the guys so far are land animals. I would understand if it’s a bit hard to do, especially with dating scenes, but if it works, I’ll sing Part Of Your World whenever I want!

My personal options are a Dolphin, Shark, Orcas AKA sea pandas, Octopus, Lobster, Crab and Oyster.

-Bird Manimal!

The only bird species we have there at the time is Kelby as a Rooster.

So for the feathered fans of the bird community, MY personal options would be an Owl, Peacock, Hawk, Eagle, Seagal, Ostridge, a Kiwi (bird) (Yes, they’re called like that in New Zealand.) Duck, Parrot, Toucan, Pidgeon or Dove, Crane or any domestic pet birds.

I would like an honorable mention of a crow or raven but since the first phone fling boy winner is the college student goth Poe, there’s a high chances that’s gonna be our second bird at high predictions. But I could be wrong so we’ll see how this would turn out.

-Insect Manimal!

I know that there will be some that would disagree that ‘ThAT’s Not An ANImal CataGory!’ which I could agree. HOWEVER! Since the game creators broke that rule with fantasy creatures like a Pegasus and a Dragon, I thought maybe we can bend that rule a bit.

MY personal insect options would be a Scorpion, a Spider, a Bee, Butterfly, a ‘manly’ Ladybug inspired by Pixar’s A Bug’s life, Praying Mantis, Cricket inspired by Jiminy Cricket and a Beetle.

Imagine the last one inspired by either the rock band ‘The Beatles’ or ‘Beetlejuice.’

-Land Manimals!

So going back to land animals, here’s MY personal options that hasn’t been done yet.

A Raccoon, Squirrel, Elephant, Barn Pig, Zebra, Bat, Mice, Fox, Monkey, Turtle (Which COULD have been in the marine instead, but they’re are some in land forms too!) Koala, Kangaroo, Bear, Frog, Donkey, Buck (Adult Bambi) and Lizard.

I would add an honorable mentions or a domesticated Dog or a Cat breed, but we already have a Wolf and 2 Big Cat Boys on the team with DLC. (A Lion would be a nice option, but only if it’s the magical 3 times the charm!)

-Fantasy Manimal.

I’m not entirely sure cause Pegasus and Dragons are already taken, but would think that maybe just a Horned Unicorn, a Loch Nest creature inspired ‘Animal’ or maybe the Eastern version of the Dragon.

Imagine the last one being true and Scales got a rival!

If you have other suggestions, please share if you want.

4. Ideal Manimal characteristics that hasn’t been done yet.

We have some that has characteristic that defines themselves. Nihm’s a shy, cute guy. Eli’s a Bi pride boy. Dmitri is a Smooth talker adult. Anon’s technology attributes.

So for this category, here’s MY personal ones that hasn’t been done yet.

-A Boxing or Kung Fu fighter type.

-Italian Mafia/Gangster or a Yakuza

-Chef or a Baker

-Artist

-Demon (Unless we get Seth or a different guy.)

-Business men or CEO.

-Soldier or Army Officers.

-Car/Motor/Boat Racer.

-Thief. (Arene Lupin, Sly the thief raccoon or Joker from P5 references.)

If there’s something else that hasn’t been done or that I haven’t posted it, please share with me what you think.

5. Outfit ideas!

I know this would be like a continuation from point numero uno, but here’s a couple of more.

-Swimming trunks.

-Winter apparels.

-Onesies Animal wear. (Cuz if we don’t get the Animal Options asides resets...)

-Summer apparels.

-Masquerade attire or wedding tuxedo.

-Pajamas.

If there’s more you wanted, again, please share.

6. MORE INCLUSIVITY IN EVERY FORMS!!!

The reason being is when I saw the reviews on the selected winner from Phone vote fling in Blush Blush.

On one hand, there were people who were happy while the rest... aren’t.

I know we all have different taste of either ‘I like cute boys’ or ‘I want a REAL man!’ but that got me thinking... and maybe if we can see guys in different skin tones or different cultures, that could be a nice inclusivity.

Imagine a Native from Southern America with a poncho or a real buff African who’s passionate with animals.

But what would you think? Let me know if this is a good idea or needs to rethink.

7. New dating places.

Like their counter part, they only have 4 date spots. So here’s a few more that would help change the scenery:

-The Beach.

-Theatre (But only showing the front, not the silhouettes.)

-Revisiting the same zoo and meet their counter parts.

-Ice cream shop or cart near the park.

-Their bedrooms. (plausible having the uncensored DLC alternate versions too...)

If you have a separate dating options, share that with me too!

8. Daily spin the wheel prizes.

Hear me out on this one! You probably seen these on numerous Gaming apps in any form, but if you think about it, this could be a nice change of pace!

In each chances, you can either get a boosters from Jobs or hobbies, Diamonds, exclusive outfits, or time skips.

What’s more, you’d get 1 free spin by daily and maybe get an extra 4 more for like 5 diamonds each. (like phone votes.)

9. Decorate your virtual room.

This is only an optional and unrelated to the game. (much..)

If you’d get the option to decorate your in-game room like plushies, posters, BF jackets that was ‘lend’ to you, you’d wanted IT in RL too!!! Also, it would also boost your intimacy's with your manimal such as love hearts intakes or ‘spend less on items with this!’

And this is all I have suggested for now.

If you have other suggestions on what you wanted in that game or update it, please let me know and we can share it here!

Thank you for taking your time to read this and have a wonderful day!

#blush blush #wish #list #opinions #bucket list #ideas #just for fun

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beyondthetemples-ooc · 3 years

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The Owl House s2e5

No spoons for Individual Posts (because that’s a lot of copying, pasting, and tagging my notes, okay), but here’s commentary on Through the Looking Glass Ruins!

"What's the point of being good AT this if I can't do anything good WITH this?"

Oof.

OOF.

Big 14-year-old-me question right there.

The Get Well Soon Illusions going "Noooo" as he blew them away? Are they.... sentient?

Is that a function of how good Gus is at illusions, or how illusion magic ALWAYS works?

"You know I'm all about provin' jerks wrong."

And that's why I love you, Luz.

"After he accidentally texted a poem to their MOM!"

THEIR. I've heard about Raine (haven't seen the episode they're in yet), but that's a CASUAL NONBINARY PRONOUN DROP. 8O

God, the gayness at the LIBRARY in this episode is feeding my heart so well.

"Deadwardian Era 1600s"

Soooo how long has The Boiling Isles been around? Do we know? Because apparently it's been at least 1600 centuries.

Apparently I'm not as semi-fluent in Spanish as I thought. (Though to be fair, this is the first time I can only pick out Certain Sounds in Luz's Spanish, and Low Spoons = Audio Processing Disorder's really bad right now.)

What did she say? "Nada funtionara, amino que hago functionar?"

"Maybe we can sell the small ones ot the Emperor's Coven, and keep the large ones all to ourselves!"

Okay, first of all, if these KIDS could get them, what on Earth (or rather, what on The Boiling Isles) makes them think the Emperor's Most Powerful People couldn't get them if they REALLY wanted them?

And even if they couldn't, evne if they would buy these things off kids: What makes them think the Emperor wouldn't find out about the ones they kept and demand those too? Take them by force?

Maybe I just don't trust authority and maybe these kids just don't know what that Coven really DOES, but even at age TWELVE I knew it wouldn't be A Good Idea to give all-powerful people even more power. 8P

Oh, that illusion scene was HORRIFIC.

Fantastic!

I LOVED IT.

It’s EXACTLY the kind of thing I imagine Dove’s dark side would’ve done to her in DDD, or adult!Dove would do to subdue (or at the bare minimum, disorient) an enemy! Like, Dove isn‘t SADISTIC so she wouldn’t START with statues bleeding, and she’d build up to a demonic bloody copy of them grabbing their leg a LOT more slowly, but THAT is what her telepathic abilities can do! Cast Illusions by warping their perception! She can’t make people feel fear the way Raven and Phobia can, but she can CONVINCE them to feel it through telepathy.

I love that kind of horror so much. Psychological. Haunting. Beautiful.

But also, statues bleeding from their eyes made my eyebrows raise, because isn’t this show marketed to like, the 10-12ish age demographic? I’m impressed Disney let them put that out there. I loved it, and I would’ve loved it as a kid too, but WOW has the censorship backed off a little since I was 10.

"What if we came back on the weekends?"

With all the hellish trials they had to endure to get there? Do those things seem smaller now that they've been able to make it?

Even the Blight hairbrushes are modeled after abominations?

Wait wait wait, so was Eda's suitcase Phillip Wittebane's way of getting back to the human realm? Was that his work?

KISS SHE KISSE DHER SHE KISSED HER.

I'm so proud of you, Amity!

#the owl house #through the looking glass ruins #rhs the owl house #toh s2e5

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ho4bakugou · 4 years

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Wafture- waving

Ft. Demon Sugawara and angel reader for my “Life’s Joy” milestone event

Warnings: symbols of religion and some flower language. loosely based off of my religious trauma so. open ending possibly??

notes from k: i have a problem with putting flower symbolism in my writing im sorry lol. no dialogue for a change, just my weird diction. as for me not posting the denki one- i read it back last night and it was so badly written that i decided to forgo posting it

Angels and demons don’t need sleep, but it is nice to allow yourself to slip into unconscious peace, if only for a couple days of the month. Plus, he thinks, waking up to your face in the light of the morning sun is something he will never get tired of.

Not to mention how your beautiful wings seem to glimmer in the sun, and while you’re asleep he can run his hands through the feathers without you nagging that it tickled.

He was not lucky enough to have the feeling of having your wings pet, as being a demon caused the feathers to fall off and almost decay, so he settles with playing with yours whenever he can.

It’s almost ironic, an angel and a demon falling in love and enjoying as much domestic bliss that time will allow. You were made to be mortal enemies, though some twist of fate caused you to fall into a deep and passionate romance.

While there is always the need to look over your shoulders, he wouldn’t trade this for anything the human world, or hell, for that matter, could offer. You kept out of your respective afterlives, and made a comfortable living here on earth, where you could get some semblance of peace.

When he fell, Sugawara never thought he would get to have something like this. It is common for demons to have partners, but they are kept between other demons, and are usually the kinds of relationships you would expect from creatures who are supposed to be the embodiment of evil.

Angels, too, could date, though it was hardly what you could call romantic. Many of them were too “pure” to do things like kiss or even hug one another. Being with each other allowed for Suawara to have a loving relationship, and for you to be able to feel like you’re acrually dating him.

He broke out of his thoughts as you shifted to bury your face in his chest, and he noted that your wings seemed to have started molting last night. Oh well, you can deal with that later. For right now he wants to spend as much time as possible in bed with you.

❊❋❊❋

Your boyfriends sleeping face is ethereal, no pun intended. It’s one of the only times you can see him truly relaxed, without the lines of worry that come with fearing Heaven of Hell finding you.

He doesn’t allow himself to let his guard down like this often, so when he does, you make sure to cherish it as much as you can. On multiple occasions you’ve awoken to him watching you sleep, sighing his need to watch over you for his staying awake.

You knew it was risky, being in love with a demon. No boubt if Heaven found out, you would be seen as a traitor of the highest meaning of the word, and there is no telling what they would do to your boyfriend.

But in the late hours of the night, when the crickets were the only nose besides the occasional movement from Sugawara, you let yourself stop thinking about all of the what-ifs.

His wings twitch, and the leathery feathers catch your attention wuickly. He always said he hated his wings, that they were a symbol of that he lost when he fell, but you thought differently. The black feathers were very soft, and if anything, they showed the true difference between you two.

Sugawara is night, darkness. He is a raven. You are day, purity. You are a dove. According to all accounts, the two of you should not even be friends, but you seem to bring out the best in each other.

❊❋❊❋

A sweet smell of pancakes wafted trough the small apartment, and that combined with the coldness on Sugawara’s side of the bed coaxed you from a peaceful slumber.

Your lovely boyfriend was busy in the kitchen making breakfast, and barely reacted when you wrapped your arms around him from behind.

The rest of the morning was spent clumsily feeding each other pancakes, and watching reruns on the tv to procrastinate going to the store for much needed groceries.

❊❋❊❋

While caught up in one another, neither of you notced the small bundle of wolfsbane and black roses being placed on the windowsill next to the bed.

#sugawara x you #sugawara x reader #sugawara x y/n #sugawara fluff #sugawara fanfiction #sugawara fic #haikyū!!#haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!! fic #haikyuu!! fanfiction #haikyuu!! fluff #haikyuu fic #haikyuu fluff

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chibimyumi · 4 years

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Hey. I know that in the Kuro anime (and a lot of fanarts) there are many parallels drawn between Sebastian and crows (or ravens. No one seems to be able to agree). I was wondering if these parallels feature as predominantly in the manga (I know O!Ciel refers to him as a "crow" once or twice, and Sebs plays into the whole "nevermore" thing but that is really just two scenes)? I was wondering if you could do an analysis on these comparisons? Thank you in advance 😊

Dear November-solarstorms,

First of all, my apology for taking so long to get to you! Now hoping this post finds you in good health, let us dive into the connection between Sebas and this black bird.

Lasting First Impression

Indeed! It is mostly the anime that makes blatant references of Sebas being a crow/raven. As this reference is the first thing we see of Sebas in the anime, it is also the most lasting image. It is therefore also no wonder that many fan-artists make raven/crow references to Sebas, because the majority of Kurofans for a long time used to be anime (only)-watchers.

Symbolism and Association

As for the manga... to the best of my knowledge the only alluding in the manga towards Sebastian being a raven or a crow is in chapter 14.

This only reference of raven/crow to Sebas happened in the fragment of a dream of O!Ciel. So this was by no means actual information about Sebastian. The reason this link was made in this dream has undoubtedly something to do with O!Ciel’s cultural background.

Predominantly in (but not limited to) western cultures, crows and ravens with their pitch black feathers have long been associated with doom and death. Some literature also mention some demons taking shape as ravens or crows when on earth, such as Stolas (36th demon in the pantheon), Malphas (39th) and Raum (40th). In general, ravens and crows display behaviours that spook humans, and combined with their appearance, they have come to be associated with ‘demise’. In most religions, ‘demise’ is automatically linked to ‘Hell’, and ‘Hell’ again to ‘demons’. O!Ciel grew up in a Christian society, so the association between this black animal and demons could not have escaped him.

Does O!Ciel think of Sebas as a crow or raven? Humans do not need to agree with an association to have that image pop up at the mention of something. When playing Pictionary for example, we grab for the most ‘dominant image’ of something, rather than going for something factually accurate. When we get the word ‘Chinese man’ for example, most people would probably draw this straw hat and splitty eyes, even though they probably know it is simply not accurate, let alone politically correct.

During the summoning of Sebas, the demon did show up as a raven (I think? To be honest, that thing looks more like a black dove to me...) However, he did also show up as any other animal, so we can safely assume that this manifestation did not cause O!Ciel to equate his demon to a black bird. If at all, then this specific manifestation simply spoke to O!Ciel’s confirmation bias at most.

In the reference in chapter 14, Sebas says “Never More”, which is a quote from Poe’s poem, “The Raven”. This reference was later to be confirmed to stem from O!Ciel having read said poem before going to bed. This revelation supports the reading of O!Ciel associating Sebas with a raven simply because he grew up in a culture with this strong, pre-fabbed association of demons with ravens.

Sebastian’s Character?

I have made several analyses on Sebastian’s character, such as in this post and this post. From all the studies I have done on him, I would not say he displays any behaviour that really would make me say: “he is a raven,” except the obvious of: “he is smart, he preys and he kills”. In this post I explained how despite being a demon, Sebas never actually uses supernatural powers to prey. All his predatory actions in the manga so far could have been done by any patient and smart, and cunning human. So if humans who behave in this way are not ‘ravens’, then neither is Sebas simply based on his actions. Here again we see how this dominant image stems from our culturally bred association of ravens = demons.

Sebastian’s Message

Regardless of how much we speculate around, the arguably most important information about whether Sebas is a crow/raven or not is in his own message to us.

私は何物でもなく、何者にも成れる

Watashi wa nanimono de mo naku, nanimono ni mo nareru.

I am nothing at all, but there is no-one I cannot become.**

(**TLN: In Japanese it is literally: “I am not anything, I can become anyone,” but for nuance’s sake, I translated it as above.)

This title message is a beautiful wordplay by Yana wherein the words ‘mono’ are written as 物 (thing) first, and then 者 (person). With these words Sebastian tells us that he is nothing we have on earth. Instead, he can simply become anything (raven, octopus, wolf, table, chair), or anyone (Trash Butler) at his command.

On this picture, multiple other things are depicted besides the raven on Sebas’ arm. This tells us that this demon truly is as much the wolf, the octopus, or even the pointy circle or black chair as he is the raven. This is almost a shout-out that he would not want us to limit our interpretation of him to this iconic bird.

Conclusion

In conclusion, I think Sebastian is associated with ravens/crows (once by O!Ciel, and otherwise by fans) only because us humans have been fed this imagery from a very young age. The very first image we have seen of him in the anime is also this raven image. And unlike in the manga, this dominant image was later even confirmed to actually be “Sebastian’s true form”, giving nobody reason to disregard this comparison as ‘simply symbolic’.

And also. Because it is cool, and because WE CAN. Also, because Yana loves doing so too. Like. A LOT.

#Sebastian Michaelis #Analysis #meta #character analysis #raven #crow #demon form #demon #true form #Japanese #Language analysis #a bit...#Imagery #symbolism

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harringtown · 5 years

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Fic Masterlist

hi! i’m Brooke, I'm 21, and I write a lot!

this is a cumulation of like...6-7 years of writing so i apologize for typos and erros in old fics before i discovered grammarly

requests are open! no smut please and thanks!

not all of my stuff is on a03, but you can find a lot at this link!

join a taglist here!

STRANGER THINGS

*NO billy hargrove. at all. no billy. please don't ask*

Steve Harrington:

Time Flies By (completed)

Time’s Gonna Take Me (completed)

Darker Than Amber (completed)

Stories Tucked Away (completed)

Moments Stolen (completed)

A Palace From Ruin (completed)

All In Doubt - Fake Dating (completed)

Red Skies (in progress)

The Summers We Saw (completed)

With Rome Below Us (completed)

Bring Back One Last Time (in progress)

Redemption

Happiness Tidal

days like today are the antidote

it’ll be okay, cuz i’ll stay

dealing in darknesses / let me know when i’ve got room

confessions should be better planned

days with nothing but laughing loud

summer’s shown where we should go

i’ll crawl home to her

something always brings me back to you

without fear

first shootin’ star that you ever saw

coming round, falling down

people who carry me

damn permanent revery

demons / the hurt starts leaving

cool it off

are we destined to burn

honestly destined to fall

hurt me to hear you say it felt broken

maybe we’re the same star

from summer she is made

opening the car door for light

i’ve learned to lose you cant afford to

blood on the pieces

bring back / gather our ghosts

id wait all night

made his peace with letting go

in my heart

curse of us sinning and healing

love in the dark

i wanna be her run-to

lights the road at night

it’s temporary, darling

doves and ravens

bound to burn / tell the heroes / keep me afloat

Little Mermaid AU

after hours

golden moments

for all those dreams

never been afraid of any deviation

ill always hold your hand in the car

kill the guards, open the gates

save me from hitting the floor

slide on in by my side

to ease this troubled mind

last fall you were with me

for island fires & family

how we knew love was here to stay

micro waves

we kissed as though nothing could fall

put your hand in mine (*smut*)

and i let the rules bend

its cursed and its crazy to try

holes in my false confidence

our veins are busy, but my heart’s in atrophy

Robin Buckley:

my heart softens

in your eyes

how it can hold me up

no one ever got my soul right like she could

when the hoping ends part 1 2 3

you light the spark

until she stepped in

all these memories

you were all on my mind

don’t blame me for falling / plant new seeds

love that lasts

this fabulous show

she’s the sunset

can’t tire of thinking ‘bout you

uptown, get around

took us back to times

best years

Nancy Wheeler:

over that hill

ANNE WITH AN E

Gilbert Blythe:

sacred the secrets

keep your hand inside of mine

at the dune with the dawn

she steps with intention to run free

LUCIFER

Lucifer Morningstar x Chloe Decker:

love me like there aint another day

6 UNDERGROUND

Four/Billy x Reader:

a little white light

Z NATION

10k: seeing as I have like....over a hundred fics for this dude over the last few years and im trying not to make this masterlist a nightmare you can find any 10k fic under this tag

z nation fic tag

ALL FOR THE GAME

Neil x Andrew:

everything i hold

leave it to the land

held on as tightly

your touch

how to love you right

THE 100

All:

fight harder

John Murphy x Reader tag

Briller:

where you are

lay down with me

certain things

vending machine

eloise

home

firsts

introductions

in common

GIRL MEETS WORLD

Riley x Lucas:

endlessly

oh but she loves

MCU

Peter Parker:

even in the dark

DEADLY CLASS

Marcus Arguello:

when the sun sets

EYEWITNESS

Lucas x Philip masterlist

PJO

Percy x Annabeth

#brooke writes fic #masterlist

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Eggs, Swimming, and Towels

Pairing: Damian Wayne/Robin + Raven

Rating: T+

Once again, for @tigerdude94, @rachelalghul, @chromium7sky, @lunastar92, @damnshipper, @dcgzilla, @quothxthexravenx, @dcdweeb, @grassfour, @xxitzmikoxx, @andthendk, @unk-vi, @ravenfan1242, @raventrigonsdaughter, and everyone else who cares for these two.

Damian didn’t realize until he woke up that he was alone in bed. Well, after his brain fully woke, he realized that it was not his bed. The sheets were a plum silk, contrasting his black silk. He must have fallen asleep in her bed again.

It didn’t surprise him, though. Ever since they rebuilt the tower, they have slept together, usually on the couch or in his room. It pained him to be away from her after convincing himself that all the other Titans had died. After Superman took her to Damian and she fell in his arms, he was unwilling to let go of her or be away from her. He felt that he could have saved Nightwing from death had he not been at a farther distance, and he didn’t want anything to happen to the one teammate he had left.

He closed his eyes but let his arm stay wrapped around where she had slept beside him until the door opened. She walked in, a robe over her negligee, with two teacups.

“Morning,” she greeted him softly. Ever since their victorious battle, her face had regained its fullness and was no longer gaunt or dark. She offered him a cup, which he initially refused; he sat up, leaned forward, and kissed her. She responded back for about ten seconds and then pulled away to drink from her cup. He took the other and sipped in silence. She finished hers, put the cup on the nightstand, and leaned against his shoulder. His arm wrapped around her abdomen and he finished his tea, and she took the empty cup from him and placed it beside hers.

“Did you sleep well?” she whispered.

“As always, when you’re in my arms,” he replied. He looked down at her face, returned her smile, and lowered his head with puckered lips. She kissed him back and snaked her arm around his neck to pull him closer. When he pushed her toward him, she pulled her leg over his lap and sat on his crotch. As they kissed, he smoothed down her back, rear, thighs, and calves to touch her bare ankles, and moved his hand back up to her waist.

She felt a bulge in his crotch and kissed down his jaw to hide her smirk. He nearly cried out, and he seized the back of her nightgown with an urge to rip it off of her. She rubbed his cheek against his shoulder. “Your back is so smooth,” she whispered into his skin.

Damian didn’t respond but instead pushed her hair from her neck and kissed down the back of her neck. She took pleasure in it and arched her back and neck for more until his stomach growled. His lips moving to her shoulder made her giggle. “Let’s stop and eat first,” she insisted. “We’ll come back to this.”

“All right.” He stood up and supported her under her thighs until her legs crossed behind his back. They kissed out of her room to the kitchen, where he leaned her against the wall for better access and then opened the refrigerator.

As the world was still rebuilding and resources such as food were scarce, Damian and Raven agreed to be careful and use strict rations, so breakfast was usually one egg each unless they created some omelet to split.

Cooking made Damian reminisce when Nightwing and Starfire tried to teach the Titans basic cooking skills, such as eggs for themselves. Those lessons always ended in disaster: Garfield always burned his, and Jaime’s scarab would react for no reason. Donna had eggshell bits in hers every time and struggled to get them out. Damian wasn’t used to making his own food, and Raven didn’t have any culinary skills when it came to the stove. It was Superman who taught them; while the tower was under construction and they stayed with him and Lois, the former farmboy taught them how to fry eggs until they perfected it.

Raven watched Damian with a heavy heart. She knew that the fall of the Titans hit him as hard as it hit her, but she wasn’t used to seeing him so clingy to her. He only parted ways with her for bathroom breaks, and every time he or she was done, he had his arm around her or held her wrist. It seemed like the cold-blooded assassin that he was destined to become, that his mother and grandfather tried to wire into him, had faded into a young man allowed to feel.

They fed each other from the pan in silence. Damian put the pan back on the stove and pushed his nose into the crook of her neck. “Remember when we went to that carnival, and you called me ‘insufferable’?”

She gave him an amused smile. “I what?”

He kissed both her ears. “You said that I was insufferable but had a kind and generous soul.”

She leaned her head against his shoulder. “This was, what, how many years ago–?”

“When I first joined the team,” he said, “but I’ve been going over it in my mind almost every day since.”

He swayed her around while she kept her feet on either side of his. “I can’t believe it–I don’t remember saying it,” she chuckled.

“You did,” he said with a kiss to her neck. “I’ve been thinking about it every day.”

She shook her head but stroked his bare arms. They let ten minutes pass by and decided to go outside for combat training, which they hadn’t done in a long time. It was a beautiful day to go outside and practice everything that Kori and Dick taught them, and for Damian to teach her everything the League of Assassins had ingrained into him and themselves.

In a way, training made her sad. Every time she looked at the grass, she remembered the playful banter between Dick and Kori, how they defeated each other and made silly jokes. She thought about Donna mastering almost everything but flight at first, and even when she did fly better, she lost ground in combat. Jaime and Garfield pairing off usually resulted in weird games of tag in the air. Raven tried not to think about that but instead on Damian positioning her fists and feet into a proper fighting stance.

Ever since their reunion, whenever they did spar together, their sparring lessons have become more intense, much harder. When they didn’t use weapons, he was much fiercer, and when she didn’t learn something quickly enough and fell, he panicked and rushed to make sure that she was all right. In the few instances where she did beat him, he actually smiled, but she couldn’t tell if he was just considering himself a good teacher or was overprotective of her and was glad that she knew another method to stay safe.

They stopped after two hours but were high on adrenaline. Raven stared at the sun’s reflection in the tiny waves, took a deep breath, and dove into the ocean to cool off. Damian studied the white foam and hesitated before diving in as well. They emerged out together and pushed back each other’s hair. He wiped the saltwater from her lips to kiss her.

The deeper his hand smoothed up her back, the deeper she arched her back and pressed her body against his. Her breasts ached against his chest, but it only made their kissing more fervent. His fingertips pressed into her lower back. Neither cared if they would be caught or if it started raining.

Raven didn’t know how long they kissed in the water until he pulled away and whispered that they should go inside. She opened a portal that took them to the bathroom, where she stepped away but held his hands. Damian didn’t understand the look in her eyes until magic ran down her arms and left her nude.

He felt dizzy. He had never seen a naked woman before except in movies and pornographic magazines, and to see one in person was much different, particularly when it was someone with whom he had lived with for over two years. Her face should have been the focus, but his eyes couldn’t look away from her breasts, as pale and ashy as her face and arms. He had never seen female nipples in person, and they appeared different from what media depicted them to look. Her curves were sharper than how her uniform made them look. Without her boots and gray stockings, her legs looked longer. She didn’t have a nest of hair between her legs, which he figured was due to her demonic bloodline.

Damian didn’t know how long he stared, but it came to him that staring was rude. First, he peeled off his mask and took his time removing his uniform while maintaining eye contact with her. For a moment, he began to regret exposing himself to her. His mother and grandfather had not taught him about intimacy (his father had educated him on that subject), but they told him that nudity was sometimes necessary to seduce or dominate power over a female. Even more, he was uneasy showing her the scars that he had collected over the years from his training. He didn’t want to explain their stories or the weapons or his age.

Once he was completely unclothed, nervous but bold, she took his hands. “Come take a shower with me,” she whispered. She walked him into the bathtub without breaking away from his eyes and used her magic to turn on warm water. He closed his eyes when water poured over his head but reopened them back to her sweet smile.

In that space of a second, he wished that Nightwing were alive for advice on how showering together was supposed to work.

The two came back together and kissed under the water. They kissed for two minutes and took their time washing each other’s hair. Seeing him with foam in his hair made him look youthful. He kissed down her neck at the same time that his fingers rinsed the suds from her hair. She felt him rise against her leg but didn’t comment on it.

For the time being, they washed themselves. He admitted that while he wanted to, he didn’t feel ready yet. She didn’t have a problem with that. In fact, she didn’t feel ready yet, either; this was just to test if this was what they really wanted before they decided to progress.

Still, as they dried themselves, he touched her face and gently kissed her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and felt for any wetness on his back. She kissed all over his neck and shoulders, and didn’t notice that her towel fell from her chest. Damian noticed by accident and hurried to cover her, but she grabbed his hand to stop him.

Taking a deep breath, she guided his hand to her breast. His fingertips were gentle against the smooth skin. He took his time rubbing the gland, rolling it around her chest. His thumb fondled her nipple and gently batted at her breast, smiling when it jiggled. He wondered what it would feel like to have her breast in his mouth, but she pulled on his hair and turned his head to meet her eyes. They went back to kissing. He hooked her breasts between his thumbs and fingers to lift against his chest. One hand left her breast for the back of her neck, rubbing it as she rubbed his.

“I could do this all day,” she admitted.

Damian purred; it stirred in the pit of her abdomen. “Me too,” he whispered against her lips. He smacked kisses down her throat but stopped at her chest. “Is it all right if I…go lower?” he asked.

Raven swallowed. “Not yet,” she whispered.

He kissed back up her chest and the side of her neck to her earlobe, which he gently nibbled at. Her hips rolled against his and she fidgeted until his towel fell from his hips.

She moved her head and chuckled. He had really nicely shaped buttocks and thighs–pure muscle and tone to caress all day. Eventually, he pulled away and rolled his head. “May we relocate?” he asked. “My neck hurts.”

Again, Raven didn’t expect the grandson of the demon’s head to complain about body aches, but it may have been because it was her. She agreed; her feet were feeling numb. Her set her onto her feet and picked up his towel, taking his time so he could watch her stretch. It made her look taller and leaner, and her breasts pointier.

Once they were both back in their towels, she walked with him to his room and watched him dress himself into a turtleneck and slacks. She went back to her skirt, jacket, and bustier. He picked up the towels and kissed her once more, his fingers raking through her hair. “What’s for lunch?” he smirked.

Raven giggled. “Can’t give it to you, but you can help me make it.”

Seeing his face light up was pure gold. She took his hand and led him into the kitchen.

Author’s Note: As mentioned before in my previous fic “Bath, Earl Grey, and Sensuality”, I’m not entirely shipping Damirae yet, in part because I don’t want to get my hopes up in case something happens to one or both of them in Justice League Dark: Apokolips War, which has happened quite a few times to me, but I really like the idea of Raven exploring romance and sexuality, which I think she is usually deprived of in the comics; if she’s not, it’s usually in a negative way, so I think this is my way of giving her a healthy sexual relationship, even in progress, that she deserves.

#damian wayne #robin #raven #fanfiction #damirae #justice league dark: apokolips war

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