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realcube · 3 years

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waking up the hq boys at midnight to get ice-cream hcs🍦

characters: tsukishima, tanaka, nishinoya, ushijima, sugawara, oikawa, kageyama

note: yes, this was very much inspired by that one tiktok sound where the girl wakes up her bf to get ice-cream-

also, i use midnight as like..the middle of the night- not actaully 12AM lol

tw// fluff, sangwoo-

Tsukishima Kei

you did not need to wake him up at 1AM to get ice-cream

man was already up, having just came off his phone and laying like this 😐 in bed as he either waited for himself to fall asleep or was thinking about an awkward interaction he had earlier that day

anyway, as soon as you turned to him like ‘tsukki, do you wanna come with me to get ice-cream?’

he was suddenly 😴 fast asleep, fake snores and all

you were stubborn though, so you hopped out of bed up to go get ice-cream by yourself if he was just going to ignore you

although, once you threw your coat on, tsukishima decided to start questioning your unusual behaviour, ‘why do you want ice-cream? it’s night; can’t you just sleep like a normal person and have ice-cream in the morning?’

honestly, tsukishima probably finds your nightly antics more endearing and cute rather than annoying

he’d never admit it though-

if you talk to him after midnight, on the outside he always looks displeased but really, he loves talking to you period

whether it is at 5PM or 1AM

you shrugged, without an explanation for your craving, ‘i don’t need to reason my midnight urges to you.’

with that, you turned on your heels to head out the door with the full intention of going to get ice-cream - this wasn’t a game

tsukishima groaned as he finally deduced that you were being dead serious and not just doing this to irritate him

‘ugh, wait.’ he scoffed, forcing himself out of bed to follow you, ‘we have ice-cream downstairs, dumb-ass. don’t bother going out.’

you didn’t spare him a glance, continuing to venture to the front door, ‘yeah, but we don’t have strawberry.’

tsukishima glared at you, realising that persuasion would not work in this situation so he’d have to resort to brute force and trickery

‘ah, alright.’ he let out a sigh of defeat, ‘at least give us a hug before you go then.’

you paid no mind to how he referred to himself as plural, which is something he only does when he is lying or guilty as he is talking on behalf of his two faces

also, you should’ve realised something was up when he actually asked for a hug instead of just expecting you to give him one

obliging, you wrapped him in a hug; allowing him to scoop you up into his arms, throw you over his shoulder and carry you to the kitchen

‘let me go, you whore!’ you squealed, lightly slapping his back as if that’d make him let you go

tsukishima snickered at how childish you were being, ‘you can’t go out in the middle of the night to get ice-cream. you’ll die.’

‘i won’t die!’

‘you definitely will.’

anyway, he ends up making you both a bowl of ice-cream and eating it with you at the kitchen table while watching Spirited Away

and despite the fact he had some too, he’ll tease you about this for..the rest of your life

like sometimes he’ll just wake you up in the middle of the night (during holidays ofc - he respects your sleep schedule) and whisper in your ear, ‘(y/n), do you wanna come get ice-cream with me?’

Tanaka Ryūnosuke

IORFHIEBGEGBO THIS MAN

ik most ppl would think he’d just go with you without a second thought or that he’d be the one asking you to go out for ice-cream but- no-

well, yes; he wants to

but when you wake him at 1AM

(which he doesn’t mind btw bc sometimes he accidentally wakes you up at like 3AM bc he’s ragin’ on Battlefield oop-)

and you’re all like ‘ryū, wanna go get ice-cream?’ *puppy eyes*

he’s like ‘sure!- but i ain’t got money so- no ❤’

then he goes back to sleep

however, if you say that you’ll pay..he’s already standing with your bags by the door

so you’re definitely gonna have to fork up some cash for that good quality pistachio gelato for him if you want his presence 😌

but tbh, if you said that you were just gonna pay for yourself, he’d come anyway-

Nishinoya Yū

y’all go out at midnight for ice-cream at least once a week-

and it literally began bc you were watching ASMRs and Mukbangs together at 1AM during a sleepover

and one person was having some lemon gelato and it looked 👌✨ immaculate

in that moment, you both looked at each other and neither of you had to utter a single word for you both to know that there was a mutual goal in mind; to get ice-cream, ASAP

so yeah ig you didn’t have to wake him up but you did need to awake the desire for ice-cream inside him

needless to say, y’all ran to the nearest ice-cream place

and you made a race out of it

(you won, ofc)

AND YOU BOTH SHARED A CUP OF GELATO AND IT WAS SO CUTE ! q(≧▽≦q)

and y’know the trope where you have food on the corner of your lip/chin etc and the person kisses you to get rid of it?

yeah he tried to do that with the trope in mind but he deadass LICKED you IWFBVBBFRI

he was like ‘omg (y/n), lemme get that for you’ 😋👅

honestly, ig it depends if you are into that kinda stuff but ik some ppl would leave fast af ( ﾟдﾟ)つ Bye

Ushijima Wakatoshi

sorry i might have a bit of favouritism going on but i feel like ushijima would be a bigger bitch about it than tsukishima (at first)

but it’s like- solely bc you woke him up y’know?

‘ushijima, wanna go get ice-cream?’

he’s just laying there with his bed-head like :/

silently livid bc you messed up his potential 9 hours of sleep

‘no.’

pester all you want but that is the best you’re getting out of him that night

HOWEVER, the following afternoon (after practise ofc), he took you out for ice-cream 😊

and unlike some would believe (by ‘some’, i mean myself 2 secs ago.) i don’t think he’d be all ‘ice-cream is horrible for your health, (y/n)’ or ‘i can’t believe you’re eating that filth. your body is a temple.’

but that rather he’d just happily eat gelato with you; everything in moderation ig :)

OH AND HE’D PURPOSELLY BUY A DIFFERENT FLAVOUR FROM YOU SO HE COULD BE LIKE

‘(y/n), do you want a bite of mine?’ and give you a spoonful to try like the romance king he is

Oikawa Tōru

you wouldn’t wake him up bc mf needs his beauty sleep

plus, it was during a sleepover at your house so ofc you didn’t want to wake up your guest

but he’s a light sleeper so when you’re shuffling through your stuff at 1AM, sneaking around the house to find a jacket (trying to be as quiet as possible so you don’t wake him up); his eyes are open and he’s speculating that sangwoo is near

until he turns around to notice that you’re not laying next to him and he is in fact being spooned by a large pillow (probably a sangwoo body pillow smh)

after that, he hops to his feet and storms through the house in search of you so he can yell at you for ruining his sleep grr

however, once he finds you and realises that you look ready to head out, he feels inclined to firstly ask, ‘where are you going? you know it’s 2AM, right?’

you replied by explaining your plan to sneak out for ice-cream and he just stared at you, absolutely bewildered for a few moments

he stood like a statue with that stupid expression on his face for ages so you asked him if he was alright, to which he responded, ‘that’s such a stupid idea.’

‘so, you’re not coming with?’

‘of course i am.’

so you both ended up sitting with your ice-cream cones, in your pyjamas, on a park bench somewhere, admiring the moonlit sky along with the stars adorning it

oh, and that was actually the first time he said ‘i love you.’

Sugawara Kōshi

if feel like suga would be exactly like the guy in the sound/video: confused, tired and extremely reluctant but ofc inevitably he ends up standing outside of a dessert place, hand-in-hand with you

he’d wake up, weary from fatigue and he barely has the strength to argue with you during the day - so how exactly was he supposed to do it in the middle of the night?

thus, he lugged himself out of bed and threw on a coat but as soon as the cold winter air bit at his nose, he was flooded with the energy and will-power to try convince you stay in with him

(It’s his parental senses)

‘you’ll catch a cold, darling!’ (yes, he does call you that.) ‘and it’s night too, there’s probably a bunch of creeps out and around!’

at that point, it was just a battle of will

bc you both had each other’s wishes at heart

you wanted him to have peace of mind and he wanted you to have ice-cream

(and he was kinda craving some himself tbh)

so you both decided to stay in, tucking into the half-eaten tubs of Ben & Jerry’s in the fridge

and after that, neither of you got any sleep bc you both stayed up watching movies and cuddling 🥺

Kageyama Tobio

he was wide awake at 2AM, laying beside you on the bed, practising sets

so ofc the time wasn’t an issue

but kageyama wasn’t big on sweet treats so when you suggested that y’all should go out for ice-cream, you were shocked - to say the least - when he simply replied

‘sure’

like why would he oppose? he was already awake. plus, he was kinda craving something sweet tbh

also, he could tell it’d make you happy and he’s whipped tbh

so you took advantage of this indifferency by immediately jolting up and dragging him to your favourite dessert place

the whole time, he acted as usual - it was as if he was just on a regular walk to school

when you got there, you both shared a sundae and he paid; what a king (❤´艸｀❤)

(it was bc you had forgotten your wallet/purse at home- but still a kind gesture 💕)

you both just sat in a booth, pecking away at the sundae while talking about anything and everything that came to mind as the low, distant R&B music from the shop’s speakers played in the background

‘it is flat. have you ever been on a plane before, (y/n)? did you see a single curve? no.’

you rolled your eyes, finding it physically painful how stupid kagyeama could be sometimes, ‘it’s science, kags. the earth is round! the curves are just very subtle.’

‘no.’

‘YOU CAN’T SAY NO! IT’S SCIENCE!’

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sanders-sides-fic · 3 years

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Since I don’t care

Prompt: “Six words. That’s all you get. Six words to explain to me why you’re here, what you want, why I should spare you. Because not many that find their way to me get to leave.” ( - source: TikTok; @mcrebecky )

Ships: Dukexiety (background), Roceit

Warnings: past betrayal, life threatening sickness

“I do not like this.”

The forest around them was dark, but in the little clearance they sat in you could make out a few stars at least. It didn’t do much to soothe them, especially since this forest was by no accounts a normal one. No one dared to go in here, and if they wouldn’t go this deep. It was dangerous, nearly suicidal. But then again, what other choice did they have, really?

“Hello? Did you even hear what I said?”

That didn’t help much, though. No matter if they had to be here, the place still seemed to ooze magic, reminding their little party of just how dangerous this was. Then again, who could ever forget this? After all, these were the woods every parent warned their child of before it could even talk. These were the woods that belonged to them. These were the woods that housed the castle people barely dared to even hint about - which they, stupidly and desperately, were trying to find.

“Roman! I am warning you, don’t just ignore me! You were the one to drag me along in the first place.”

A small fire was lit between the three of them. It should have been four. Or, rather, they shouldn’t have been here at all. But as he stared into the flickering heat of red flames, he couldn’t bring himself to regret it. Because the very possibility to have a fire burning between them as one of them slept, in the middle of the night, when they didn’t know who or what might see them because of it, wasn’t something he would even be able to fathom if they weren’t in this situation.

“If you don’t stop ignoring me, I will curse you to speak backwards right now.”

With a sigh, Roman rose his eyes to meet Logan’s. The sorcerer looked annoyed, but Roman knew him well enough to spot the hint of nervousness behind those crystal clear eyes. “Look”, he said calmly, “I will stop ignoring you, if you will stop spitting nonsense.”

“Nonsense? Roman, look around you! We are in mortal danger here, about to bring ourselves in even greater danger. And he even said not to come here and search for them. He told us not to, no matter what.” And Logan had a point. He always had. But Roman couldn’t admit that, could he? Giving up now would be the greatest betrayal he could ever commit against the snarky assassin wasting away at home. He couldn’t. He just couldn’t.

So he put on his best smile, for what else was his talent for acting good for, and answered: “Oh, don’t worry so much. You almost sound like him! It’ll work out in the end. I’m sure.”

Logan only rose an eyebrow. It was obvious that the sorcerer didn’t believe the fighter. So, after a few more futile moments, Roman dropped the smile. “I know, alright?”, he admitted softly, “But what else should we do? We can’t just abandon him. He’d do the same for us.”

For a few moments, everything was silent. Then Logan spoke up again, all his prior emotion gone from his voice and barely above a whisper: “We don’t even have a plan.”

“Oh, don’t worry. You won’t need one. Or rather, no matter what plan you have, it’ll fail anyways.”

Both of them turned to the strange voice, suddenly tense as they realized they weren’t alone anymore. In front of them there was a demon, obsidian skin shining ominously in the fire’s light. His eyes were hidden behind a vail, but his white lips were pulled up into a smirk, as he leisurely drank from a silver cup. Roman glanced at his companion. Who was this leather-wearing man? And was that dragon leather? If so, they were probably screwed. It was forbidden to wear this for demons that didn’t belong to the highest ranks, after all. But all Logan gave in answer was a soft head shake. So even Logan couldn’t tell who this was? Well, damn.

Roman looked back at the man cautiously. He couldn’t afford to look at him any other way. “And who may you be?”, he asked, keeping the shaking out of his voice for the most part.

The man smiled again. “Oh, me? I’m just the messenger, babes. There’s someone who wants to meet you.”

Oh, yes, alright. Not foreboding and ominous at all. Roman pressed his lips together tightly. This couldn’t be good. But he couldn’t just fight the man either. If he could resist Logan’s skill there was no way all of them could take him combined, not without their assassin. They needed their assassin. And that was the very reason they were here at all, wasn’t it? They couldn’t allow themselves to be taken away without finding any of them.

So he eyed the demon once again. “I think we’ll have to decline the offer. We don’t really have time to-”

“That won’t do. My lord isn’t giving you a choice in the matter, and you shouldn’t complain about it either. Since you so rudely invaded our territory without invitation.”, the man interrupted them, smile gone now. Then it returned, but a lot darker then before. Roman shivered just seeing it. “But I can see why you wouldn’t want to go with a stranger. Very well then, let me introduce myself after all: I am Remy Nightview, vice-commander of his majesty’s army, here under order of the Demon Lord himself and currently the one who has taken your cute little druid over there hostage.”

…

What?

Roman glanced over to Patton. But he looked fine? What was the demon - Remy, was it? - talking about?! His gaze shifted to Logan, who had a serious look on his face. Oh, Roman didn’t like that. He didn’t like that one bit.

“You cursed him.”, Logan stated, making the demon grin and Roman’s heart drop. Okay, that he liked even less.

“I did. Nothing too bad, though. He’s just sleeping, you know? A very peaceful sleep, and if you don’t come with me it’ll be a very long sleep too. Longer than a human’s body can take, I would guess.”

How did this keep getting worse?!

“I see. So if we go with you without resisting, you will wake him up? That is the requirement, correct?”

The demon chuckled lightly. “Indeed. You are smart, for a human. Yes, I will wake him up if you come quietly, but only after you return here. And I won’t guarantee for whatever happens to any of you afterwards. That’s entirely up to his majesty - and therefor up to you, I guess.”

Logan looked at Roman, and Roman could read two things out of that look in this eyes: First of all, he was reminded by Logan that he’d told him so. Secondly, he was begging Roman to say yes. He was telling him that they didn’t have a choice, not if they didn’t want to loose another one of their friends and watch him waste away.

So Roman nodded to him, before turning back to Remy. “Alright”, he said, “we’ll cooperate.”

The demon’s teeth glinted in the warm light of the fire as he smirked. “Oh, I was hoping you’d say that, babe. This’ll be so much more interesting, after all.” But Roman didn’t have any time to think about what the demon meant, because with just the snap of his fingers later, the two of them stumbled in front of a door. Forced teleportation? Oh, great. Really, that was just wonderful! Now they had no way to return on their own, not even Logan’s magic. Without knowing where exactly they were, not even the genius of the magic academy would be able to invoke a relocation spell, much less teleportation. So they were stuck.

Roman looked around their new location. They were in front of a door in the middle of a hallway. A fancy hallway. With a background like Roman’s he had seen his fair share of fancy hallways, but none of them even came close to this one. It made even him feel small, dirty and insignificant. Logan seemed entrapped with the door more than the rest of their surroundings, Roman noticed. When he raised an eyebrow in question, mirroring the magician’s habit, he received a small sigh. “I think we’re supposed to knock. He’s… The demon king is probably on the other side of this door. ‘Remy’ did say that it was him who sent for us, right?”

Oh. Okay, yeah. That made sense. Roman nodded slowly. “So will you…?”

“No. I can’t. It’s a magic door, if I touch it my magic will be sealed for quite some time. We wouldn’t be able to make it back in time, even if we were to succeed. And… I’m sorry to even ask this, but Roman, would you maybe do it?”

Roman gulped. He hated the feeling of his magic being sealed. But Logan was right, and this was neither the time nor place to be picky about such things. So Roman raised a hand, took a deep breath and knocked. The moment he did, he almost chocked on thin air. He’d known it’d seal the magic rooted deep within his soul, but he hadn’t known that it would feel so imposing and tight. Normally it would feel like a too tight cage in his chest. But this? This felt like snakes, coiling around the core of magic within his soul and making it sleep with poisonous fangs.

Was this what a demon’s magic felt like when it was forcibly and maliciously invoked on you? Roman shuddered.

“You may enter, esteemed trespassers” The voice that answered was smooth and melodic, and it made Roman think of honey dripping from a fae’s flower when the magic creature tried to lure a name from your lips. Trust it and it’s a trap and I want it did the different parts of him whisper. His magic felt numb, so he wasn’t sure if there was a charm on the voice, like a succubus’s voice, or if it was just a genetic thing, like a nymph’s voice.

Logan and Roman exchanged a glance, before Roman pushed the black door open and they entered. It was dark in the room, but it was undeniably a throne room. A golden carped went from the door to a throne of black diamonds and yellow citrin. Lagre windows showcased a cliff to their side, with nothing but an endless sea of trees underneath it. Pillars of black marble were adorned by snakes made of gold like vines curling around the Corinth columns in the home he’d abandoned. Ambers as big as a fist and smooth like raindrops - most of which had even trapped insects, seashells or the like within them - glittered in the dim light against obsidian of the fireplace. The only hint of color Roman could catch that wasn’t black or some form of gold or yellow were the gems that littered the ceiling akin to stars. He knew them to be alexandrite, amethyst and emerald. All of them were green or purple - and Roman swallowed, knowing why those colors were allowed to stay here.

The figure waiting on them stood in front of the throne elegantly, hands covered with yellow satin gloves, a suit of black silk with golden buttons and a heavy cape draped over one of his shoulders. How many years would it take for such precise and beautiful embroidery to be done in the human realm, even if they would have only wanted to reach the same amount of elegance as this cape’s hemline?

The man himself sported an enticing smile on his lips. One half of his face looked human, a brown eye fixed on the duo with cold superiority. The other half resembled a dragon from the Eastern continents, a snake-like dragon with scales glinting somewhere between gold and green. The golden snake eye was just as cold as the human one, but it spoke of terror rather than the different status.

To sum it up: The man was gorgeous, elegant and overall breathtaking.

With fluent motions, the man turned to them, coming closer by just a few steps. “Congratulations on catching my attention, humans. You’ve made it thus far.” It was the same voice as earlier, but with the face to match its effect on Roman increased tenfold. “Now, then, as a reward I shall give you… Six words. Yes, that seems fair. Six words. That’s all you get. Six words to explain to me why you’re here, what you want, why I should spare you. Because not many that find their way to me get to leave.” He chuckled, raising six of his long fingers. “Although that are six more words than most mortals would ever even be able to dream of getting, naturally.”

That startled Roman out of his trance. Right. Not the time to be entranced by this man. He paled as they registered. Could they explain it in that few words? Was that possible? “What?! But-”

Two fingers were lowered. “Four words.” The man whispered loudly. Damnit! That wasn’t fair, though, was it? He hadn’t even used them for that.

“That-” Roman started anew, just to fall silent when another finger was lowered.

“Three…”

Roman gritted his teeth. Fine. Fine! He would comprise the complex issue that had made them risk everything in just three words. Why not? Here was hoping the demon lord - for who else could this possibly be? - would understand and approve. At least enough to hear them out until the end… “Virgil is sick.”

All the fingers were gone now, and so was his smile. His face had become cold enough to match his eyes. It sent shivers down Roman’s spine. “How interesting-” The demon lord turned around and walked back to his throne, sitting down in a graceful manner. “-that you would think I care about such things. Say, did he not tell you how he betrayed me? Why should I be concerned with a traitor’s fate?”

No. No! That couldn’t be his answer. It couldn’t! This was Virgil’s last chance. “Please! He’s dyeing. He used up all his magic and can’t fight the sickness off at all. It’s the blue fever, there’s no cure any human could provide! You’re his only family, only your magic can save him! Please, you’re his only chance.”

“That…” The demon lord’s smirk returned, though there was a pain in his eyes that Roman would have missed had he not known the same feeling as well as he did. “… was a lot more than the six words I granted you.”

It was Logan who stepped up this time. “I understand you cannot care as demon lord, but your highness, can’t you care as a father either?”

“As a father? As a father I know that Virgil didn’t want you to come here. As a father I know he’d loathe my engagement more than the current situation. As a father, I know that Virgil wouldn’t have been stupid enough to let a sickness that curses and corrupts a demon’s soul fester long enough for you to come here if he was willing to pay the consequences of involving me. As a father, I know that this was his choice and that he was the one to break the ties with me.” The demon turned towards one of the windows, where the sun started to rise just enough to color the sky red. “Go now. Remy will set your friend free as soon as you’re out of this castle. I have neither responsibility nor intention to help you, so be glad you will leave at all.”

He didn’t know what made him do it. Maybe it was the pain hidden in that magnificent voice. Maybe it was the slight trembling of his hands. Maybe it was just the sheer desperation at the thought of loosing his friend forever. But the next thing Roman knew was that he cried out: “And what if I make a deal with you?”

“Roman?!” Oh. And the alarmed Logan would probably curse his stupid ass for saying that as well.

Multicolored eyes meet Roman’s once more, effectively shutting up all those thoughts. “A deal? You? With me? Are you offering your soul in exchange for his health, Roman?” Roman flinched at the way the demon lord hissed his name. It was like an insult almost. So he knew that he’d been Remus’ brother. Well, he had expected that. They were identical twins, after all.

He took a deep breath. “I’m offering all that I am capable of giving. Whatever you want, as long as it’s in my power to give.” Virgil would hate him for that, wouldn’t he? Well, he’d do it anyways.

“Roman, you can’t honestly-” Logan was shut up with a glare from the demon lord. Roman, on the other hand, gave him a sad smile. There was no way he’d back down. Not when this could possibly safe their assassin.

The demon hummed in thought. “A few years ago, there were intruders in my realm too. A bunch of soldiers from the West. I killed them all, every last knight. But a child caught my attention. Just like you now, he was invited here to state his business. A royal, it turned out, who was chased away by his own family due to reasons out of his control. He begged me to keep him safe until he could defend himself. The bargain was much like yours as well. And I took pity on him, so I accepted. I took him in, provided him with whatever he needed, taught him how to fight myself, about magic and magical creatures, about the darker sides of history humans would never dare to speak out loud about. I taught him strategy, showed him how to take revenge. I took that human and I let him into my home, and I treated him as one of my own.

“Then, he found out about his brother. The first prince, having abdicated and run away to search for him, back turned against the kingdom that forsake the other twin, was searching for him after all these years. The human child had turned from an adolescent to almost an adult by the time. So I allowed him to go, and I helped him prepare for departure. But a few days before he was set to go, both he and my son disappeared without a trace. We searched everywhere for them. One week. That was how long it took to find out that he had betrayed me, that both of them had eloped and ran away together. My son and the human I had taken in, two people whom I trusted and whose relationship I had been nothing but supportive about until then.

“And I waited. I let them be, even though I could have captured them by all rights. But I didn’t. I waited for them to come home, to visit, to reach out, give me an explanation, tell me how and what they were doing. But even though they knew that I could not reach out first, all I ever got was rumors from intruders or gossip from my subordinates. Even still, I made sure no demon would ever lay a hand on any of you for as long as my son was with you. For years I kept waiting and protecting them in hopes that they may change their minds and sent even a single word. And then he fell ill. Came to death’s door. Yet he would rather die than see me again?” The demon lord smiled at them in a way that put all the times Roman had shivered in fear to shame. “I must say, imagining their faces as they realize that the precious prince that started all the times they turned their back on me has become nothing more than an empty, mindless shell they have to protect from getting possessed, that is dependent on them in everything… Now, that is quite the thought.” The smirk became even more terrifying and sinister. “But that wouldn’t do at all. That wouldn’t be anything special, neither for your insolence nor their daring betrayal. It’s such a common thing, just another deal with the devil. No, instead, I want something else. I want this.” And he pointed at Roman himself.

“Me?” Roman asked, surprised and a little unsure. What did that even mean?

But the demon nodded. “Indeed. An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, last family for last family. You will become mine, former prince Roman, you will stay by my side for the rest of your days, and you will never set foot out of this castle ever again.”

“You want me to… become your slave?” Roman clarified. That sounded honestly terrifying, but those were surprisingly good conditions. Looks like he would stay himself and not be tortured. Though it was too early to say that he wouldn’t pay literal hell in his friends’ stead through another form of personal hell.

But the demon lord laughed. “No, dear, not at all. I want you to become mine. Your brother took what was left of my family and built his own with it. So I shall do the same.”

What? What did that even mean? Roman was so confused right now, his head was spinning. Built a family? He couldn’t possibly mean… But that was the only explanation. And judging from Logan’s shocked face…

“I accept those conditions. So we have a deal?” Oh. His voice came out stronger than expected.

“No… Roman, no, that… Don’t do that.”

The demon smirked, ignoring Logan and raising a hand. Once more he could feel the magic slither into his soul. This time, though, it did something else. He couldn’t quite describe it, but the snake of magic didn’t coil around him or sink its teeth into him. Instead, it nestled comfortably into his soul and turned into… something else?

He could feel the familiar weight of a crown appear on his head. But this crown grew from metal vines that he knew he wouldn’t be able to get off himself. “Gold and rubies for my lovely husband, huh?” The demon chuckled. With another wave of the hand, the ambers turned to rubies and the black diamonds turned into red ones. Even half of the snakes were replaced by golden vines, just like the ones he’d imagined when they had first entered the room.

“Well then, sorcerer… Bring Virgil here. Remus as well, I want him to see for himself. We must make haste if we want to save him. Who knows, maybe I’ll even be able to replenish his magic energy? This is the magic forest of the demons, after all. It shouldn’t be impossible.” The demon lord tossed Logan a black purse. “The diamond inside contains my magic. The three of you will be able to travel back here through a portal. Your other friend will be in Remy’s care until then, so he’ll be able to return with you.”

Logan caught the bundle but didn’t move. He was so pale… Roman was about to reassure him, but the demon lord was faster. “Do not worry for Roman, human. You are aware of demonkind and know my son and brother-in-law, no? So you should know that we demons are not only possessive of our lovers-” His gaze shifted to Roman once more. “-but also love to spoil them. I assure you, he’ll be living more than content. One does not need political power or dangerous experiences to be happy.”

Logan still hesitated, glancing at Roman. But when Roman gave him a nod, he sighed and bowed. “I’ll hold you to your word then, you highness.”

The demon lord smiled. “Yes. You can come visit to check the truth of that statement any time, friends included. And, please, those close to me don’t call me by my title. To you and all my husband’s friends… I am Janus.”

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everything i’ve always wanted to tell you

- you tell me to tell anything to you, and communicate about everything. though, you dont give me an environment to communicate in. you’re only respectful, accepting, and understanding to me whenever you agree with something i do, or whenever i agree with something you do. though, when i disagree with you and simply try to explain how i view a situation differently, you see it as arguing with you, you see it as disrespectful, you see it as me hating you, and you’re annoyed and you want me to shut up. so you raise your voice at me. and if i stay quiet, try not to say anything, and simply say “okay” so that i don’t make the situation worse, you see it as me giving you an attitude. and if i get on your level by also raising my voice, you see it as me giving you an attitude. and then when i try and tell you that you’re raising your voice at me and yelling at me, you see it as “i’m not raising my voice at all. you’re too sensitive.” i can’t communicate things at all if you’re not understanding towards me being a different person than you are. i can’t communicate things at all if you judge me for not being the perfect daughter that you want me to be. i can’t communicate things at all if you don’t give me an environment to communicate in.

- you speak for me. you don’t allow me to speak for myself. for example, when it comes to food, you say “ohhhh this is micah’s favorite food.” or with music, “ohhhhhh, this artist is micah’s favorite.” no. its not my favorite food and no that person is not my favorite artist. i am my own person. i speak for myself. for example, EVERY SINGLE TIME i go to the doctor’s office for an appointment, they hand me a clipboard with a bunch of things to write down and check off. this is what you do. when the paper asks me “who do you go to when you want to talk about something?” i say my best friends. you tell me to scribble that out and to put “my parents”. when the paper asks me “are you concerned about your weight?” i put yes. and you tell me to scribble it out and put no. when the paper asks me “do you believe you have a low self-esteem?” i say yes. you tell me to scribble it out and say no. do you see anything wrong with what you’re doing?

- do you say that to encourage me to do better or to just feel depressed? because 90% of the time, your speeches are more degrading and less encouraging.

- when i’m doing something wrong, teach me how to do it correctly. teach me. don’t punish me or get angry at me for doing it wrong, saying “you don’t know how to do anything”. i don’t know how to do anything because you. never. taught. me. don’t do the task yourself and take over and yell at me for not doing it. you decided to do it yourself. for example, when i wanted to water the front lawn. let me do it, and then teach me how to do it in the best way possible.

- do you believe mental abuse is just as bad as physical abuse? or do you think mental abuse is okay?

- i do the best i can until i know better. only when i know better, will i do better. SO TEACH ME HOW TO DO BETTER BECAUSE YOU ARE MY MOTHER. DONT PUNISH ME FOR NOT KNOWING HOW TO DO BETTER. i am doing the BEST I CAN. MOTHERS AREN’T ONLY MEANT TO PUNISH AND DISCIPLINE, MOTHERS ARE MEANT TO GUIDE AND TEACH.

- you just said “no parent will love their daughter that lounges around with their boyfriend all day.” this is wrong. all parents are supposed to love their children unconditionally, at all times, and forgive them for their wrongs. you just dont love me. you LOVE ME only when i am your PERFECT DAUGHTER. you DONT LOVE ME when i am a HUMAN.

- im so tired of trying to find commonground with someone who so desperately wants me to give up.

- you dont even realize how mentally abusive you are. you are the queen of lying to yourself. you are the queen of hypocrisy.

- i poured my HEART out to you. and all you did was ask me the day after “are you done being mad at me?” i wasn’t mad at you. i was EXHAUSTED of your ways of discipline. you see them as ETHICAL, but you know youve done something wrong when your daughter has suicidal thoughts because youve fucked up her head too much. im done. im so done. i cant argue with you anymore. i cant communicate with you anymore. you dont get it. you just dont fucking get it.

- ive realized that by the time i bring up all the things you say to me that just dont make sense, you claim that you never said them or that im rephrasing what you say to change the story. no. youre just used to putting yourself in a state of denial to make yourself feel better for the mental damage you didnt even realize you were causing

- have you ever though of why you think im a drama queen and always seeking attention? if you raise your child never acknowledging her efforts to improve herself and only acknowledging that what shes doing is still not good enough, that shes always been a burden, and that she has been nothing and will always be nothing her whole life, shes kinda going to be depleted of any self esteem, or validation that shes good enough for anyone. you see me as obsessed with cody? i see me as seeing cody as someone who actually helps me know what i deserve and tells me how much im worth, since my own mother tells me i am worth nothing to this world.

- i think we have different definitions for the word disrespect. you see the things i say as disrespectful to you and me trying to hurt you. i see the things i say as efforts to get you to open the eyes and reflect on whether the things you say or do are going to benefit her or not. i know you guys do so much for me in terms of paying for our education, giving us all this money, gadgets, and food to enjoy, and all of that. im so thankful for that. but, to me, all of that physical stuff doesnt really help you be happy, let alone help your own daughter be happy. to me, happiness starts with being internally healthy and having a clear state of mind. and its very hard for me to get those things when my own mother is telling me that i am a burden and that i have been nothing to this world since birth.

- your toxic trait is that you will say ANYTHING to win an argument, whether what you say is a lie, or didnt happen, or is the absolute worst thing a mother should say to her daughter, or anything else. youll say ANYTHING. SOMETIMES IT DOESNT MATTER WHOS RIGHT AND YOU NEED TO REALIZE THAT. SOMETIMES IT ONLY MATTERS HOW TO MOVE FORWARD AND YOU NEVER DO. YOU BRING UP MY MISTAKES OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN NO MATTER HOW MUCH IVE GROWN OR HOW OLD I AM OR HOW MUCH IVE LEARNED FROM MY MISTAKES.

- the reason why i dont open up to you is because you never “listen” like you said you would. you either make assumptions, invalidate my feelings, try and force me to feel feelings you want me to feel, don’t take me seriously because i’m too young, or all of the above.

- well im sorry that every single emotion, problem of mine, problem in the house, or anything else that i try to communicate is considered “teenage hormones.” the reason why i dont communicate is because all of the stress, anxiety, and depression in my life is caused by you. you say i can be open to communicate to you but you’re only open when it has nothing to do with you or doesnt hurt you whatsoever. IM NOT TRYING TO HURT YOU, IM TRYING TO GIVE YOU A RUDE AWAKENING TO HOW MUCH MENTAL DAMAGE IM GOING THROUGH BECAUSE EVERY TIME I GET LIKE THIS YOU NEVER TAKE ME SERIOUSLY, YOU LAUGH IN MY FACE, YOU THINK IM BEING TOO SENSITIVE, YOU SEE NO REASON FOR ME TO CRY, AND YOU TRY AND FORCE ME TO CHANGE HOW I FEEL AND DONT TAKE INTO CONSIDERATION THE FEELINGS I ACTUALLY FEEL.

- i can’t “just pray” anymore. i can’t hide things from my doctor anymore. i need therapy or medicine or something because i cant deal with the problems im thinking at night because you guys dont give me a support system or environment to communicate to at home.

- your ignorance is your downfall, not mine.

- its not having a tantrum, its not teenage hormones, its not me hating you. IT IS MY ATTEMPT TO COMMUNICATE

- https://www.instagram.com/tv/CGVJJEfjECW/?igshid=hsnu67whwpuj

- theres just so much for me to say. im done.

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