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cat3ch1sm · 2 years ago

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hii! could i request hcs about illumi's fiancé meeting the zoldycks? something along the lines of her being expected to be the next lady of the house and getting used to the mansion's lifestyle (having butlers, being secluded on a mountain, having the entire family living together)? it would also be nice to see her getting along with the little siblings (killua, kalluto, and alluka)

sorry if i left out any necessary details in this request :(

~✰♡✰♡✰~ hellooo! thanks for ur request :)) haven’t written for hxh in a little while so im happy to write this for you and our favorite bug-eyed assassin :3 if you’re ever unsure about what info to put in a request, just visit the pinned post! ily 💚

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𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐢’𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐜é 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐳𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐲𝐜𝐤𝐬

illumi isn’t close with his family in the same sense that normal people are close with their families, but nonetheless he feels the need to inform them of major developments in his life. through a letter he tells his family of his engagement, and says that he is going to bring you to his home to see them all.

silva is indifferent, and zeno couldn’t care less, but kikyo is ecstatic that her illumi is finally going to marry someone- and that it isn’t that awful clown hisoka. she’d been seriously concerned for a second there. but she rounds up all the members of her family to be present on the day of your arrival (using excessive force because nobody really wanted to come besides alluka, who was only allowed to meet you because killua threatened to not show up unless alluka was permitted as well).

when you and illumi first arrive after the lengthy trip up the mountain, you are greeted by butlers gotoh and canary, whose presence startles you. you were aware of illumi’s great wealth and status, but it was certainly different from how you’d grown up. just getting inside the actual home is a process- illumi’s strength slightly freaking you out when he pushes open four of the doors to the entrance of the mansion without breaking a sweat and then encountering Mike, the Zoldycks’ monstrous dog. illumi does notice your apprehension, though, and plainly assures you that the dog won’t harm anybody it isn’t supposed to. you’re still visibly nervous, though, so illumi has you come closer to him and hold on to his arm. regardless, you realize it may be tougher to settle in than you thought.

at last, though, illumi brings you to his family. nobody reacts much outwardly to your presence, but you notice a white-haired boy with catlike eyes observing you closely, his expression a mixture of suspicion and confusion. standing beside the boy are two other black haired children- one with short black hair standing somberly with his hands folded in front of him, and the other an eager blue-eyed girl whose gaze sparkles as she looks at you. the white haired boy stands right behind the blue-eyed child. the tall, blonde man with a large frame illumi tells you is Silva, his father, and the slightly shorter man with white hair beside him is illumi’s grandfather, zeno.

without warning, you feel thin arms thrown around you in an embrace, and you almost jump out of your skin. but when you are released, you see the woman that can only be your fiancés mother, the only member of the family illumi had warned told you about prior to the visit. kikyo wears a large dress with an ostentatious petticoat and hat, and most notably a visor over where her eyes would be with one red glowing dot. her appearance is unsettling, and you find it a little difficult to force a smile when she greets you. illumi watches you from the side of his eye, his face unreadable.

just as kikyo is pulling away, something gleaming and silver and large is thrown right at your head, whizzing right by kikyo’s hat and slicing off a single hair from the feather on her hat. you don’t hesitate to lift your hand to your face and catch the sword immediately, the blade slicing your hand- but you don’t flinch as the blood seeps onto the blade and down your arm. you tilt your head to the side to see your assailant is silva, his arm still poised in throwing position. his expression grows less stony once he sees you’ve caught his weapon.

there’s a moment of icy silence, you lowering the weapon to your side, and silva watches you even more intently before uttering a flat “welcome to the family.” with that, he and his father turn and disappear elsewhere inside the mansion. kikyo, though, takes this as her cue to immediately grab you so you two can walk by yourselves throughout the mansion. illumi doesn’t look super pleased to see his mother take you, but he knows better than to try and stop her.

you two are navigating the long, hollow corridors of the zoldyck home. you pass many unsettling family pictures and paintings as well as various weapons like swords and arrows on the walls, and several human sculptures that seem a little too realistic. you’re also sure that you pass at least two torture chambers. it’s an eerie atmosphere, which was what you’d expected, but it doesn’t help your nerves.

kikyo either doesn’t notice or doesn’t care about your apprehension, and instead starts talking about how much she’s wanted a daughter and how thrilled she is to finally have a “daughter” to take in. but then she grows eerily serious. she talks about how you’ll be expected to be the next lady of the house and, since you’re becoming a zoldyck, how you’ll have to follow the same codes they do as a family and exhibit the same values- which makes you antsy. the woman clearly seems a bit unhinged. you’re relieved when the walk ends and you’re returned to your fiancé, who gestures for you to take his arm again. illumi’s mother’s mood changes drastically yet again and she storms off, shrieking to her husband that it’s rude for him to walk off after hardly having said anything.

now you and illumi are left with the four other children- the white-haired boy, the girl with long hair, the boy with short hair and purple-pink eyes, and a homely fat boy behind the three younger ones. he holds a small console in front of his face and doesn’t even seem to acknowledge your presence. illumi introduces them to you.

“y/n, i’d like you to meet my siblings,” illumi states in his usual manner, walking slowly towards them. gesturing to the white-haired boy, he says, “this is my brother, killua. i call him kil.” he looks down at his brother with an eerie smile and black eyes like pits, but killua keeps his stony gaze straight ahead. his hand rests on the shoulder of the girl in front of him.

“this is my youngest brother, kalluto,” illumi continues, placing a large hand on top of the boy’s head. his hands remain folded in front of him, and he gives you a polite nod. looking toward the fat boy behind kalluto, his expression slightly curling into one of disdain, illumi tells you, “and this is the second oldest, milluki.” milluki doesn’t acknowledge you at all, which seems to visibly irritate illumi, but he doesn’t reprimand the boy.

you’re confused when illumi doesn’t introduce the girl, and you glance up at him in confusion. “illumi, what about her?” you look down at the girl in front of killua, who looks surprised for a second, and so does killua behind her. “you forgot to tell me her name. she’s a beautiful little girl.” you manage a small smile, leaning down slightly to stroke the girl’s hair. her blue eyes sparkle with joy, and killua looks up at you as well, looking a little confused but also very relieved. “your mother said she had no daughters.”

illumi’s eyes lower ever so slightly, giving him a dismissive look. “she doesn’t,” he answers flatly, and his tone makes you feel like that’s the end of the discussion. you’re definitely lost- but you suppose it’s something illumi will have to fill you in on later. you glance sideways at illumi, hand still resting in the girl’s hair. she definitely doesn’t seem to mind you, and killua appears to have warmed up to you as well. milluki’s vanished elsewhere and kalluto watches the whole exchange from the corner of his eye.

suddenly you all hear kikyo call for illumi, who immediately stands up upon hearing his name. “you will remain here until i return.” he tells you, his tone no-nonsense, and heels clicking he makes his way down the dark hallway, leaving you alone with the kids.

the second illumi is out of earshot, the girl brightens up. “hi!” she chirps, bouncing on her feet excitedly. “my name is alluka!”

you’re slightly startled, but you smile at the girl anyway and tell her hi, still wondering why illumi seems so detached from this girl in particular.

killua seems to read your mind. “i know what you’re thinking,” he tells you, not unkindly. “listen, my family doesn’t like alluka much- and they refer to her with male pronouns. just go along with it in front of them. it’s safer for you.” he pauses, then looks down. “but thanks for being nice to her.”

you frown and nod, deciding not to ask any more questions about it. kalluto still hasn’t said anything, but somehow you don’t feel like this boy will be anything to worry about.

with alluka and killua having warmed up to you, you get into a conversation, and kalluto eventually offers a few words after awhile- although never acknowledging alluka directly. most of it is basically killua wondering how the hell you managed to get engaged to someone like illumi.

“No way he didn’t force you to go out with him.”

“What the hell do you even see in that guy? He’s batshit crazy- and he’s definitely not a model.”

“How’d he propose? Did he try to kill you and you survived?”

“‘Man, you really gotta be messed up for Illumi to like you.”

“What even made him wanna get married to you? What even made you wanna get married to him?”

“You gotta be kidding me.”

“And you said yes? You’re crazy!”

that’s all i got :3 hope u enjoyed <33

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gogobootz1 · 1 year ago

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At War

Luke Castellan x Reader [fem!daughter of Apollo]

Summary: There's nothing like some friendly competition, but when planning rival parties, you and Luke are a little less than friendly.

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Every year, there came a time for the retreats- a chance for children of the gods to bond and have some special fun. One big retreat seemed pointless, so camp faculty allowed two. The two retreats accidentally split the boys and girls, and naturally, they turned into an (unofficial) competition. As one of the oldest and most experienced campers- you’d been volunteering to champion a retreat for years. Traditionally, you’ve hosted a slumber party equipped with PJs, dancing, games, movies, braid trains, nail polish, and basically anything anyone could want. You also, of course, have the best food. Each year, it’s been a hit, and it’s only gotten better with time.

The only problem is that you have tough competition. The day after the retreats, you always hear about what happened at the other one. Paintball, camping, fishing, mad romps through the wood, scary stories- barbecue. Everyone loved it. And every year, you’ve had to quietly conceal your anger and jealousy. It pains you to admit that Luke sure can throw a party (maybe even better than you can). But this year, you are more determined than ever to outdo him.

The two of you have long been in competition, and things have only escalated. As hilarious as Mr. D found both your antics last year, Chiron was extremely unhappy about the fact the two of you had exceeded the budget by miles. He’d told you both to reign it in this year or no more retreats. When he felt that didn’t sufficiently move you, he threatened to let other people plan them. You both caved and vowed to stick to the budget this year.

You’re always a little frantic the day of, and today is no different. To your chagrin, Luke is cool as a cucumber. It pisses you off to no end.

“Nervous?” A smug voice voice asks from behind your back. You drop the spoon you were using to push mashed potatoes around your plate.

You turn slowly on the bench, “Why should I be?"

“Usually, you’re pulling out your hair before the retreats,” he says skeptically, “perfectionism taking its toll.”

“Yeah? Well, my perfectionism makes my parties perfect,” you flaunt. The few sisters that can stand to be around you when you’re stressed roll their eyes. It’s clear to them this is escalating.

“What about when Susie vomited in your bouncy house last year?” He taunts, and you glare at him. That girl should not have been jumping after four bags of Flamin’ Hot Cheetos and two Redbulls- it was hardly your fault.

“How about when Aidan got a concussion after falling off the mechanical bull?” You snap back.

You don’t notice Luke’s shadow until he pipes in, “Are these people okay?”

“They signed waivers!” You say at the same time, and the new Poseidon kid takes a defensive step back. You send Luke a glare when you realize you spoke in sync. He huffs before smirking at you.

“Good luck with your sleepover,” he mocks, “You’re gonna need it.” Before you can reply, he marches away, protégée in tow.

“Eat shit!” You call out after him.

“That was weak, girl,” one of your sisters says.

“Shut up, I know,” you shake your head at her, “now come help me set up.” You drag her up by her elbow to make your sacrifices, then get to work.

Five hours later, the main hall looks great. Your disco ball is glimmering, the mini photo booth is equipped with feather boas and pink cowboy hats, the food is all laid out, and the stage you bribed some Hephaestus kids to build looks great.

“Perfect,” you whisper, pleased at your surroundings.

“Fucking finally!” Your sister throws her hands up and walks away. You’ve very likely driven most of your half-siblings insane today.

“Thanks for your help!” You call after her, and as she goes, you spot some prying eyes through the window. Percy, you think his name is, looks afraid now that you’ve caught him peering in through the window. In a few swift moves, you leave the room and block his exit from the patio.

“Can I help you?” You ask suspiciously.

“Just admiring your excellent disco theme,” he says, putting an ultra-sweet smile on his face. As charming as the boy is, you take your retreat very seriously and feel a deep-seated urge to protect it from potential sabotage.

“Mhmmm,” you nod, “and you wouldn’t happen to be reporting back to anyone about what you’ve seen?”

“Whaaaaaat?” Percy asks, awkwardly chuckling.

Your shoulders drop, of course, Luke would stoop to employing spies. You dig into your pocket and pull out a ten-dollar bill, “I’ll give you this if you act as a double agent.”

He eyes your money suspiciously, “Do you really think I can be bought?”

You roll your eyes and pull out another bill, “How’s twenty?”

“Pleasure doing business with you,” he grabs both bills from your hand and shakes it. Percy happily walks past you, shoving his new earnings into his pocket.

You grin, “Make sure he hears all about how awesome my party is!”

“I’m on it, boss,” he calls over his shoulder. After a short walk, he’s back to the boathouse lounge where Luke has been waiting for his report.

“Well?” The older boy asks him, jumping up from his spot on the couch.

Percy shakes his head solemnly, “Bad news, boss.”

“What?!” He asks, eyes wide. “Don’t tell me she went over budget. She didn't get another mariachi band, did she?” Percy shakes his head and files this new information away. With what he’s been hearing about the last few retreats, he’s almost sad to have missed them.

“No, but it does look super cool,” he nods, and it really wasn’t a lie- he saw a chocolate fountain on that snack table.

“Damn,” Luke’s face twitches in annoyance.

“But your party will be great too, I’m sure,” he smiles, nodding reassuringly.

“Of course, it will,” he says defensively, “make sure you check back in over there from time to time. I want to know how it’s progressing.”

“Sure,” Percy nods, but his concern at the competitiveness underlying this event grows. He wonders just how bad this will get tonight. But check back in he does, and he won’t deny he enjoys himself at the sleepover. Every time he visits, you give him a new sparkly mocktail, and the Aphrodite girls give him a new feather boa. At one point, he’s wearing heart-shaped sunglasses and eating some cake. He was very impressed when M&Ms fell out of the middle as you cut it. Apparently, it’s also one of your newest sisters’ birthdays- he��s heard whisperings of some big special present for her yet to come.

Each time Percy returns to the other retreat, he can see Luke get a little more tense. The fact that he’s exaggerating doesn’t help either. When he tells the older boy that you have an ice sculpture spitting Dr. Pepper, he thinks he sees steam pour from Luke’s ears. It’s not like people aren’t enjoying his party, but Percy can that Luke wants to one-up you and feels like he’s falling short.

“And I’ve heard she has a special surprise in store for Sophie since it’s her birthday. Apparently, she’s the newest addition to their cabin, so she wants to do something special,” Percy nods at him, eating a taco he had brought back from your party. Luke cuts him off by grabbing the taco from his hand just as he’s about to take another bite. “Hey!” He protests when Luke puts it right in the trash.

“When is this surprise?” He asks the twelve-year-old.

“The Aphrodite girls told me I should be back in like twenty minutes so I wouldn’t miss it,” Percy tells him.

“And when was that?”

“Like twenty minutes ago,” he shrugs, and Luke just stares at him. “Ohhhhh,” he says when he realizes how long it’s been.

“Come on,” Luke shakes his head and starts out the door, Percy in tow. They can hear the surprise before they see it, an ABBA song blasting out of the building. Only, they don’t realize who's performing it until they walk in. Along with two of your musically-inclined Apollo sisters, you’re dressed in bell bottoms and sleeves. And you look like you’re having the time of your life- until you spot them, that is.

“Look, look, look, look,” you pull the microphone away to mutter to Tanya. Her shock is visible, but you both keep performing anyway. The crowd goes wild at the end, and Sophie runs up on stage to give you a big hug. You let Tanya take over host duties and make your way through the crowd to the party crasher.

“That was,” Luke starts, but you are not keen to hear whatever he has to say about your outfit, or your performance, or your party.

“What the hell are you doing here?”

His expression instantly sours, “I wanted some Dr. Pepper from your ice sculpture, where is it?”

“What are you talking about?” You’re highly confused until Percy gives you the cut-it-out motion from behind Luke’s back. “We put it back in the freezer,” you say, and Percy gives you the thumbs up. No matter what you think of him, Luke’s not an idiot. He turns around in time to spot Percy’s gestures.

“Wait a second, are you two colluding?” He looks between the two of you in shock.

“You were colluding with him first,” you shrug, crossing your arms. “You really earned that twenty dollars, by the way,” you compliment the kid, and he gives you a pleased nod.

“Dude,” Luke turns toward Percy, betrayed.

“She outbid you,” he shrugs. “Hey, what if you guys just went to each other’s parties?”

You both eye the boy suspiciously, “Why would we do that?” You ask him, and Luke nods in agreement.

“Well, you’re both so desperate to know about the other’s party, so why don’t you just experience it for yourselves?” Percy asks, and when he feels you aren’t sufficiently moved by it, he tries again. “If you attend both parties, you can decide who wins.”

“Good enough for me,” Luke wanders off into your party.

“Yeah, okay,” you head for the door.

“Hopeless,” Percy mumbles, shaking his head.

An hour later, you and Luke meet in the middle of your respective parties. You stare at each other for a minute before you admit in sync, “I had fun.”

“We have to stop doing that,” you shake your head.

“Agreed.”

You’re both silent again for a minute. “The slip and slide was a good idea,” you say reluctantly, soap still in your hair, “low budget but lots of fun. Tubing was good too. And the campfire.” You had changed out of the disco attire and into shorts and a T-shirt over your swimsuit.

“Did you try-“

“Chris can really grill,” you nod. After some hesitance, you finally choke out a confession, “I am very displeased to call you the winner.”

“No way,” he shakes his head.

“What?”

“You totally won,” he shrugs, “the disco was killer.” You only now realize he changed into pajamas.

“You actually embraced the sleepover?”

He flicks some grass off your shoulder, “You gave my party a fair shot.” That’s true, and you nod, looking away for a second. “The chocolate fountain was a nice touch.”

“Thank you.”

“And I was trying to tell you earlier, but your performance was really cool,” he admits.

“Yeah?” A genuine grin grows on your face at this. Most everyone in the Apollo cabin loves music, but some of your half-siblings are more keen to perform than you. Hearing this, and from him especially, means a lot.

“Yeah,” he nods, smiling now too. “You’re the winner here.”

“Let’s call it a draw?” You offer, and he nods.

“What if we just worked together and planned one party next year?” He asked, and you pretend to consider it for a moment.

“That could be cool,” you nod, “imagine what we could do with the combined budget.”

He grins and scrunches his nose, “How about we enjoy this year’s party until then?”

“We could do that,” you nod, “where to?”

He swiftly wraps an arm over your shoulder and starts guiding you back to your party, “Let’s boogie.” You laugh, and he thinks it’s a sound he could get used to.

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I've been awake for too long so idk if this is coherent but I had fun <3

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rakhalofthestars · 7 months ago

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Trust Fall

Synopsis: Boothill loves eagles and wishes to mimic their courting ritual with you <3

Tags: Boothill x gn reader, Boothill's backstory mentioned, Pre-IPC boothill, Fluff, Humor, Light angst, Established relationship, courting rituals, Boothill is native american and latino a/n: This fic also has a bit more heavy usage of cowboy slang than all my other fics

Warnings: None !!

wc: 1 496

The people of Aeragan-Espharshel had many different beliefs, each one spread through word of mouth from parent to child. From the burning hot sun that gave life to the organisms on the planet to the tiny, hard-working ants. There were stories and legends behind each and every single thing, each having their own little tidbit of wisdom to learn from. Nothing was too small or too big for the people believed that we play our own part in the cycle of life, no matter our size or role. These beliefs reflected the tribe that inhabited the planet and the respect and love they held for the land.

Naturally, it’s no surprise that there would be stories and beliefs surrounding the eagle, which was seen as the mightiest of all birds. Its feathers symbolized that which is highest, bravest, strongest and holiest. Eagles were the symbol for a warrior.

It must be why you could find the bird all across Boothill’s person. The eagle feathers in his cowboy hat, which he had once fondly told you to have found one day with his siblings whilst running through the grassy fields. The small eagle on his left shoulder, attached to the burnt red sarape that he had managed to salvage from that fateful night. The small eagle insignia on his favorite 9mm gun, one that he had commissioned to be made from brass. The eagle on the back of his leather jacket which he had carefully painted using bleach, having even added a little cowboy hat to the bird to match him. You can easily remember how eager he had been to show you his more artistic skills, at least when it came to drawing eagles.

Boothill had always admired eagles. It was one of the few aspects of him that remained from who he was before the bombing. Before everything had quite literally turned into ashes.

Him and his fellow gunslinging friends of the past would often sit by a fire at night and yarn the hours away. Boothill would be lying on the soft grass, chewing on a piece of straw, his expression thoughtful for once as he’d stare up at the vast universe up above.

“Bee in yer bonnet, [REDACTED]?” One of them would always ask, having noticed the absence of his voice amongst the crude songs they’d have started singing by then.

“Jus’ thinkin’...”, would be his short reply, followed by one or two or the whole bunch prodding at him to spill the beans.

“Share yer wisdom, why dont’cha, O’ Great [REDACTED]”, they’d all tease and the young cowboy would laugh along good-naturedly.

“Was jus’ thinkin’ that I’d like to be one a’ them eagles up in the sky. Be as brave and courageous as them.”

“See, this is why I tell y’all to keep an eye on him. He’s an odd stick, ain’tcha [REDACTED]?”

But no matter how much his friends would tease him, Boothill’s admiration for eagles would never fade. He’d look to the great birds of the sky whenever he felt at sea. An age old habit that would stick until he fulfilled his role in the cycle of life. It’s what he did when the IPC had first arrived on his planet in their foreign and menacing spaceships, spouting off what he and countless others had thought to be taradiddles. It’s what he had done when trying his damndest to keep the corporation away from disrespecting the soil he had grown up on. It’s what Boothill does now when the weight of carrying out revenge gets too heavy for his shoulders, no matter whether they were flesh and bone or cold, hard metal.

Unsurprisingly, the man knew countless facts about these mighty birds. He had made sure to infodump about them when he took you bird-watching on planets that were similar to his home, thus housing the same or similar species of birds and the like. You were always curious and wishing to know more about your partner and his roots and who was he to deny you?

“See that one right there? That’s a bald eagle”, Boothill murmured softly one time against the shell of your ear once, pointing to the sky.

“How can you tell all the way from down here?” You asked, squinting into the binoculars that you were holding in your hands.

“Well, sugar, it’s because of that white noggin of theirs. No other eagle got that same appearance.”

“Did ya know that the eagle sound you hear in Penacony’s films ain’t actually the sound they make?”, Boothill would continue, ready to tell you the same little factoids and stories that his parents had told him.

You listened while watching the eagle. Well…you weren’t really focused on following the bird’s movements anymore. You were too focused on how the cowboy’s voice had softened its usual gruffness and laced with the aching feeling of nostalgia and homesickness.

During such moments, you usually rarely interrupted the man. It was clear as day to anyone with functioning eyes how much this meant for him.

However, your eyes caught a change in the eagle’s movements and you let out a surprised gasp when you see another bald eagle locking its talons with the one you had been following. To your horror, the birds had begun hurdling down towards the hard ground below, spinning in some form of cartwheel.

“Oh no! Are they fighting?”

Boothill looked questioningly at the sky, looking for what had caught your attention and chuckled fondly.

“Naw, don’t worry darlin’. That right there is what we call a death spiral. It’s like a courting ritual. Think of it as a type of trust fall.”

“What’s the point? Won’t they get hurt?”

*I just said it’s a trust fall, didn’t I?” An exasperated tone which quickly backtracked upon receiving a fierce glare from you.

“As I was sayin’... it’s a trust fall. That pair trusts each other to let go at the last second unless they wanna bite the dust….See?”

You had sighed with relief to see the bald eagles separating just before hitting the ground, quickly flying back up to the sky.

“Thank goodness… You still haven’t explained why they do it though?”

“It’s for courting each other. Eagles are one helluva adrenaline junkie. S’pose they want a partner who can give ‘em that rush.”

The two eagles interlocked their talons once more, spinning once more in the air as they fell. You watched in awe while Boothill watched you carefully, an idea taking root in his mind.

“Say…I reckon we should give it a shot too, sugar”, the man suggested and flashed you a toothy grin.

“Absolutely not. We’re not eagles, Boothill”, you refused almost immediately.

“Oh c’mon sugar, have some faith in yer man!”

The two of you went back and forth on the matter before eventually forgetting about it. At least, that was the case on your part. Boothill on the other hand…

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“Your bounty is complete. How would you like to land?”

“...Good question.”

In truth, Boothill wasn’t too worried about the landing since he already could see you zooming towards him on an air-hover, ready to catch the cyborg. Oh, you were mad as a march hare alright.

“I’ve told you time and time again to have a better plan for these things!” You nag at him, your pretty face contorted with exasperation.

“Don’t get yer britches in a stir, sugar. I know what I’m doin’ “, Boothill drawls, looking too carefree for someone who was free falling through the air.

“You sure? ‘Cause it sure as hell doesn’t look like it!” You roll your eyes, following him down towards the ground on your hovercraft.

“I do, thank ya kindly. I got trust in you and mahself.”

“Take my hand then, you bag of bolts!”

“Not yet.”

It takes all your strength to not just up and leave the cowboy to fend for himself in such a situation but the thought of him potentially becoming a metal pancake stops you. You decide to trust his judgment, against your own better judgment. This wasn’t your first rodeo after all.

The two of you speed towards the ground, Boothill simply leisurely holding onto his hat while you were locked in completely, waiting for his signal.

Just a few seconds before you two would’ve crashed into the rock-hard ground below, Boothill whistles and with all your strength, you pull him onto your air-hover and promptly speed the vehicle back up into the sky once more.

“This is the last time we’re doing this”, you sigh, wiping the sweat off your brow.

“Come now, lovely. Ya gots to admit that it’s fun!” Boothill grins as he wraps his strong arms around your waist and nuzzles his face against your neck. You grumble at his actions but leave him be, opting to savor his closeness instead.

“Haven’t gotten your fill yet, lil’ eagle?”

“How can I, when I trust ya’ll catch me each time?”

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city-of-ladies · 28 days ago

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Beautiful and clever, Maria of Trebizond (c. 1404–1439) was the last crowned Byzantine empress. Active and dearly loved, she lived through the twilight years of the empire.

A homeland in peril

Maria was the daughter of Emperor Alexios IV Megas Komnenos of Trebizond and his wife, Theodora Kantakouzene. The Empire of Trebizond was a Byzantine successor state that emerged following the sack of Constantinople in 1204. Maria had four siblings and, according to all contemporary sources, was a woman of striking beauty.

Between 1426 and 1427, her father was approached by Cardinal Bessarion, who requested Maria’s hand in marriage on behalf of John VIII Palaiologos (1392–1448), the penultimate Byzantine emperor. At the time, Trebizond was facing severe challenges: external invasions, internal instability, and family rivalries. Her brother Alexander would later be forced to flee and join Maria in Constantinople. This marriage thus offered both a valuable alliance and an escape from a precarious situation.

Maria arrived in Constantinople by boat on August 29 or 30, 1427, and married John VIII in September of that year. John had been married twice before, though both unions were nominal. The emperor was a scholarly man, fond of hunting, and known to enjoy Western secular music.

The city that greeted Maria was a mere shadow of its former glory. The Byzantine Empire, much diminished in size and power, was struggling to survive.

Loved beyond measure

John and Maria’s marriage was happy, marked by affection and mutual respect. The Ecthesis Chronica records that John loved her “beyond measure” for her beauty and wisdom.

The Castilian traveler Pero Tafur described their palace life in evocative detail:

"The Emperor's Palace must have been very magnificent, but now it is in such state that both it and the city show well the evils which the people have suffered and still endure. At the entrance to the Palace, beneath certain chambers, is an open loggia of marble with stone benches round it, and stones, like tables, raised on pillars in front of them, placed end to end. Here are many books and ancient writings and histories, and on one side are gaming boards so that the Emperor's house may always be well supplied. Inside, the house is badly kept, except certain parts where the Emperor, the Empress, and attendants can live, although cramped for space. The Emperor's state is as splendid as ever, for nothing is omitted from the ancient ceremonies, but, properly regarded, he is like a Bishop without a See."

Maria went hunting with her husband or alone. She frequently rode on horseback and did so astride. The contemporary traveler Bertrandon de la Broquière once saw her as she had left the palace to dine elsewhere:

"She did not have with her more than two ladies and two or three noblemen and three such men as the Turks have to guard their wives. And when she came out from the inn a bench was brought on which she stepped and then a very handsome horse (ronchin) saddled with a richly decorated saddle was brought for her. One of the noblemen approached the bench and took the long coat which she wore and went to the other side of the horse and liﬅed the coat as high as he could. She then placed the foot in the stirrup, and like a man mounted the horse. He then placed the coat over her shoulders and put one of the long, pointed hats of Greece which bears along the said top three golden feathers and which ﬁtted her very well. She seemed to me as beautiful as before. (...) She wore make up, which was unnecessary because she was young and fair-skinned. In each ear she had a hanging earring, large and ﬂat bearing several stones, mostly rubies."

Though her political involvement was discreet, it was nonetheless real. Maria likely participated in patronage, as her name appears in several documents and on buildings. Her husband also valued her counsel.

The parting

By the 1430s, the Byzantine Empire was in crisis, with the Ottomans gaining territory steadily. In a desperate attempt to secure military aid, John VIII traveled to Italy in the winter of 1437 to negotiate a church union with the Catholic Church.

The journey and the council were grueling for John, who suffered from gout: he could ride, but not walk. In his absence, it seems that Maria and her mother-in-law, Helena Dragaš, played a role in governing the city. On one occasion, Maria even dispatched officials to update her husband on conditions in Constantinople. She also wrote him letters.

When the Patriarch Joseph died in Florence, John refused to appoint a successor until he had consulted both his mother and Maria.

During that period, Maria once again received Pero Tafur, who had recently traveled to Trebizond. She eagerly asked about her homeland. After he shared news of her family, she replied "You could not have done more if you had been of our nation."

The fatal comet

While John was still abroad, Maria fell ill. Her death was said to have been foretold by the appearance of a comet. She died on December 17, 1439, and was buried in the Pantokrator Monastery during a storm.

News of her death was withheld from John until his return to Constantinople. His advisors feared that his grief would delay their already difficult journey home.

It was thus his mother, Helena Dragaš, who broke the news upon his return to the capital in 1440—six weeks after Maria’s death. John mourned deeply and never remarried. When he died in 1448, he was buried in Maria’s tomb. He was succeeded by his brother, Constantine XI, the last Byzantine emperor.

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Further reading:

Melichar Petra, Empress of Late Byzantium

Philippides Marios, Constantine XI Dragaš Palaeologus (1404-1453): The Last Emperor of Byzantium

Tafur Pero, Travels and Adventures

#history #women in history #maria of trebizond #15th century #byzantine empire #byzantine empresses #byzantine history #eastern roman empire #historyedit #women's history #john VIII Palaiologos #herstory

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bones4thecats · 1 year ago

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Hi hi! I saw a post of yours saying requests were open so I hope it's alright for me to request something with platonic Twisted Wonderland x Reader (^w^)

Could I request Epel, Ace, and Deuce (separately) with a gender neutral reader who's a few years older than them and perceives them as a younger sibling? (Like, they have his back when he needs it, may tease him if he does something silly, and helps with homework etc.)

I hope this wasn't too long/an odd request lol. I hope you have a lovely day! Remember to stay hydrated and avoid shrimp posture when you spend time at a table/desk! (⁠ﾉ⁠◕⁠ヮ⁠◕⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠*⁠.⁠✧

Having An Older Sibling Figure! Reader

Characters: Epel Felmier, Ace Trappola and Deuce Spade Requester: 👪Anon A/N: I’ll name you 👪Anon and I hope you enjoy this. And I think it’s a little late on the shrimp posture thing, pretty sure it’s my body’s default position now lmao🤣 P.S: Each version of the Reader is based on a different Disney character; Epel - The Raven, Ace - Mad Hatter, and Deuce - The Caterpillar ⚠️ Trigger Warning for: Mentions of substance abuse ⚠️

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»»———————————-　 Epel Felmier 　———————————-««

🍎 As a high-ranking member in Pomefiore, you were seen as perfect. From your hair to your voice and the way you walk, many believed you to be the embodiment of what the Fairest one of All was

🍎 The only person you knew who didn’t believe that was a first-year, Epel Felmier

🍎 You were used to taking care of others because of your younger siblings, but Epel was a whole other case. Not that his stubbornness could deter your devoted spirit

🍎 Whenever he would need a break, not want but need, you would tell your housewarden that you would handle him while your large-black wings would flutter and flap to motivate the vice-houswarden to keep his hands to himself. Feathers are sensitive after all

🍎 He began to accept you when you kept getting him out of some situations with Vil, and since your record was squeaky clean with your fellow third-year, it was very easy to loosen Epel’s metaphorical leash

🍎 While he does not appreciate the teasing words you give him whenever he gets caught messing around by Vil, he would be lying if he said it wasn’t nice to know that despite his personality obviously not matching with the Pomefiore-stereotype, you were always by his side

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🪅 As the most chaotic member inside of the Heartslabyul dorm, you were always seen making your current housewarden's upset. Ever since you first joined the school two years prior, you annoyed Riddle to no end

🪅 Though, when your older friend's classmate's younger brother decided to attend and got sorted into your dorm, you had to admit you wondered how much chaos you could cause with the younger Trappola boy

🪅 When you first met him, you tipped your hat off and laughed without an sense of sanity, which made Ace both nervous and interested in you

🪅 He has never seen someone as care-free as you before, especially in a dorm that was always fearful of their leader

🪅 You adore teasing him with your classic: "Why is a raven like a writing desk?" question. And whenever he answers and you admit your personal cluelessness, he gets upset, which makes you laugh

🪅 He may never admit to it, but he sees you like another older sibling. Though, he bonds with you in more chaotic ways than he could his actual biological brother, since he was far more mature than a duo of teenage college students

🪅 You had definitely saved him from Riddle's rage by pointing out an affect of your unique magic which has 'accidentally' made the housewarden's crown go running for it's money

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»»———————————-　 Deuce Spade　———————————-««

♠️ As his childhood was full of mishaps and trouble being caused by his oblivious-self, Deuce believed himself to be unworthy of devotion of a sibling, or anyone fairly close to him that wasn't his mother or grandmother

♠️ So, when you, a high-placing member of the Heartslabyul dorm came into his life by being found hanging around a larger-than-life mushroom, which was surrounded by many tall pieces of grass and whatnot, he was surprised at how sibling-like you treated him

♠️ When you explained why you seemed to look out for him, it made him realize he wasn't the only person with regrets...

"If I may ask, Mr/Miss. L/N. Why is it that you seem to not give up on me like others? I'm struggling to understand it myself." Deuce asked you as you laid with your back against the mushroom's cap.

"Young man, I do not tell my truth often. But, when I was a young newborn, my family ran a business that, let us say, was quite different. I began to abuse some types of material that I shouldn't have. And when I met my dear friend, Cater Diamond, I understood just how much harm it was causing me. From that day forward I pledged myself to leave my faults behind me. Now, when I see a soul as damaged as yours aiming for a good future, I cannot help but see a younger me in you. Do you understand?"

♠️ Deuce looked up at you in shock, he understood that unique magic could be hard to unlock, but hearing that you had to smoke and do all kinds of things just to gain it was horrendous to hear! But, when you compared yourself to him, his heart pounded in even more shock!

♠️ You, who is one of the strongest magic-users in the Heartslabyul dorm, and by-far one of the strongest members of the Spelldrive team, seeing yourself in him made him appreciate you being around even more. If that was even possible

♠️ Whenever you notice he needs a break, you would spell out a short quiz of riddles to wind his mind down. For someone who many describe as a smokeaholic, you really were a smart and kind person when needing to be

♠️ By the way, whenever you get angry, he most likely does. You are far less expressive with emotions than the first-year, but when someone sees you and Deuce angry, they get scared

#Twisted Wonderland #TWST #Heartslabyul #Pomefiore #Twisted Wonderland x Reader #TWST x Reader #Heartslabyul x Reader #Pomefiore x Reader #Epel Felmier #Epel Felmier x Reader #Ace Trappola #Ace Trappola x Reader #Deuce Spade #Deuce Spade x Reader #GN! Reader #Sibling Figure! Reader

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 1 year ago

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Alright so last ask!

Can you do a Luffy x fem reader?

Set in the whole cake arc where Luffy met one of big mom daughter aka reader

Reader who ate the Cupid Cupid fruit that allows them to shoot love or lust arrows

Basically reader and Luffy fight a bit before kidnapping her and forcing her to help him to rescue sanji

Katakuri who is absolutely furious and trying to get his sister back but with no avail

Reader who love at first sight at Luffy and basically does everything he ask

Luffy who loves reader but doesn't know how to say it

Reader in the end joins the straw hat pirates as their strategist

(Can you also base reader off this)

The angel wings representing love while the demon wings represent lust

Don't forget to eat, sleep, and drink! Have a good day!

-You stared down at this strange man, who was one of the few responsible for ruining such a lovely wedding of one of your big sisters, a glare on your face.

-You were unaware of the plot to kill the groom and his family, as that was reserved for the stronger members of the family, while you were on the lower end of strength.

-Your Devil Fruit ability could be dangerous if used incorrectly, which made many wary of you, except for your family of course, who know that you would never use your ability on any of them, as you knew better.

-Your wings were flapping, one set that looked like fluffy feathers, the other set like bat wings, symbolizing your abilities to bestow either love or lust, with your Cupid-Cupid Devil Fruit; you would shoot arrows at others which usually would make them stop, for one reason or another.

-You were trying to shoot Luffy with a love arrow, your normal strategy, to make him fall in love with you so you could make him stop so he could be captured, then you would release the love hold on him with a nullification arrow.

-However, with his Haki he was able to dodge all of your arrows with ease, frustrating you, but it just spurned you on to try even harder!

-Luffy’s arm shot up around you, wrapping you in a coil before he pulled you down while shouting, “Stop shooting at me!!” you cried out, worried he was going to hurt you like he had done to your other siblings, but you were shocked when he leapt off the massive platform with you.

-You heard Katakuri, “Y/N!!” you called out to your brother, unable to get free before Luffy’s coil removed itself from you and he hugged you close, telling you to land so he could go and save Sanji!

-You were completely stiff, stunned by his sudden embrace, you had never been held like this before, as you never let anyone get close to you like this, as they would be affected by your abilities by touching you.

-However, seeing Luffy hugging you so close and not being affected made you realize how much he cared for his crew, his family. You remember only being used as a tool by your own family, to make connections with marriage partners, to make things smoother to plan, and besides Katakuri, you had never felt true love.

-Hearts quickly appeared in your eyes as you hugged Luffy close, “Of course, my husband!” he chose to ignore you as you took off flying, taking Luffy to safety.

-You were a bit annoying, wanting to hold hands with him, which he couldn’t understand why, but when he watched you shoot some of the allies to your mother, he knew you were on his side now, and that’s all that mattered!

-When you and Luffy were pulled into a mirror by Brulee and Katakuri, you tried to keep your brother from hurting your future husband, standing between them, “No big brother- Luffy is different! He is the man I love!”

-Luffy had to lunge, tackling you out of the way when Katakuri tried to backhand you, thinking you were being foolish, which quickly brought you to tears, seeing what he had tried to do before he started fighting with Luffy.

-You and Brulee were both stunned in shock by the end of their fight, seeing that Luffy had beaten Katakuri, something Brulee told everyone. However, it was when Katakuri spoke to you that you were even more shocked, “You were right Y/N. I’m sorry.”

-You beamed, hearing his apology, instantly forgiving him before Luffy grabbed onto you and you helped him get to Sanji before getting them both to the ship, helping them escape, using your knowledge of your siblings to avoid the incoming attacks.

-Once you were all free, Nami inquired on you who were, and Luffy introduced you, “This is one of Big Mom’s daughters, Y/N- and she’s going to be my queen of the pirates!!”

-You held your hands to your mouth, stunned by the dramatic open proposal, which was shocking to the others as well, as Sanji collapsed, in anguish that he lost out a chance to be married, but there were too many red flags with Pudding, you seemed nice, something Nami had to agree on as you leapt into Luffy’s arms, cheering that you were elated to be by his side.

-You joined the Straw Hats, much to your family’s shock, minus Brulee and Katakuri, who approved of you being with Luffy, knowing that he was a good man for you, and you became the strategist of the Straw Hats, able to plan out attacks as well as defensive maneuvers, and you did it all by your future husband’s side.

#one piece #luffy #one piece x reader #katakuri #big mom pirates #nami #sanji

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urrockstar-xe · 19 days ago

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post grad walk home - j.m x fem!reader

posted june 8th, 9:12 pm

oh um, hello lols i wrote this last year sorry, when the world needed me most i disappeared, sorry fellow jj girlies :( i was also grieving our loss. Let us come together to picture things that we will never watch or experience </3

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wc: 0.6k

Graduating wasn’t exactly something you and your friends expected to happen, sure, Pope worked his ass off. He was most definitely graduating and with how strict Kiara’s parents had become due to the eventful years of 2020 and 2021, she probably would too. Leaving you, John B, and JJ.

There’s no way, right?

Wrong.

By some miracle, the five OG pogues managed to graduate the same year, yes, even JJ. Which of course, was by far the most shocking, especially for your high school teachers.

One by one, names were called off, each of you cheering louder every time there was a familiar face being handed a diploma and even louder when the anomaly that was JJ Maybank as he air-guitared his way down to your principal.

Tassels were moved from right to left, hats were thrown and pictures were taken, finally allowing the night to calm down as the moonlight settled around everyone.

“I’ll see you guys tomorrow,” Kie said, teary smiles, and hugs passed through the group as everyone made their own paths, towards parents or siblings. Sarah and John B were the last two to separate.

Leaving you and JJ.

“Should’ve fixed my bike up in time” JJ said, throwing his arm over your shoulders as you walked in the direction of your neighborhood. The path was familiar enough not to drive.

“It’s okay, I like walking this walk with you”

Plus driving would make it shorter.

“We could’ve rode out in style though” JJ put his hands up as if he was showing you the image in his head, earning a laugh in response. “On your beat up, barely running, dirty-” “Alright, I get it not as cool as it is in my head” JJ cut you off, smiling.

“Not even a little” You shook your head, your grin matching his. “I still can’t even believe we actually graduated with the rest of our class,” He said, quieter than before as he adjusted the robe on his shoulders, its presence making up for the missing grad cap.

“I would be thinking that too if I wasn’t so focused on how badly my feet hurt” You laughed softly at your complaint, only because JJ had tried-

“I told you to wear your sneaks, mama, c’mere” He stopped dead in his tracks, kneeling down with his arms out. “I am not letting you carry me all the way home, JJ” You smiled down at your boyfriend, who didn’t budge other than making a hand movement to come towards him, which you did.

“Bridal style? a piggyback ride would be easier-” “But then I couldn’t see your pretty little face as easy” JJ was making a quick habit of cutting you off tonight it seemed as you shook your head at his argument.

“C’mon, just til we get inside” JJ wiggled his fingers with a smirk on his face that would’ve probably come across as unsettling to anyone who didn’t recognize it.

You found yourself giving in, moving to lay in his arms just before he stood up with a small huff.

“There we go!” He smiled as he started to walk, giggles leaving both of your mouths as you held onto his shoulders in an attempt to not slip out of his arms.

“Fuck, I’m dropping you” he laughed, “JJ Maybank do not!” Your laughter was replaced by a squeal when he almost bounced you up into a more secure spot in your already difficult position.

“I got you, baby, don’t worry” JJ winked at you, seeming to have situated you both enough to feel secure as he walked. “You are unbelievable-” “unbelievably charming, yes, I would have to agree”

#jj maybank x reader #jj maybank x y/n #jj maybank x pogue!reader #jj maybank x you #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank imagines #jj maybank #obx fanfiction #obx imagine #outer banks x you #outer banks imagine #outer banks imagines #Spotify

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 7 months ago

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Hello! How have you been lately? I hope you sleep well and eat tasty food!

I wanted to participate in your new blog event. I want to see interaction between ~deadbeat dad~ Crowley and our dear uncles, ghosts from Ramshackle dorm. You can decide which topic they will be talking about, I just wanna see ghosts more in twst fandom. They're so rare to see and it upsets me(ू˃̣̣̣̣̣̣︿˂̣̣̣̣̣̣ ू) give more application to our ghosts! 👻👻👻

(I hope I wrote this right how it supposed to be wrote in this event. Sorry for grammar errors)

... I was going to include the Ramshackle Ghosts in the banner, but couldn't find any chibi sprites of them that were high res enough to use. That's it, that's my commentary 🙂

Family means Nobody is Left Behind or Forgotten.

Ramshackle was a marked improvement from its sorry state in the autumn. The cobwebs, dust, and mildew had been cleared away, as if done by the hand of a benevolent fairy godmother. Rotting wood had been replaced with fresh panels, and the walls were coated with a glossy new color. The paintings and furniture had either been restored or replaced, antiques polished and set back up on display.

It's almost like Ramshackle before its ruin, Crowley noted, shutting the door behind him.

He strutted a few paces in, his cane clacking sharply against the floorboards. Crowley cleared his throat, the sound echoing in the foyer, then called out. "Ghosts?"

A reply came at once, accompanied by a cool sensation spiderwalking down Crowley's spine. This, he knew, was the telltale sign of a supernatural being's arrival.

Three pale bodies materialized before him. One tall and scrawny, the second small and compact, and the third wide and squat. Each ghost--A, B, and C--wore a top hat and a cloak.

"Mweeheehee... You rang, headmaster?"

"Aaah, there's my lovely Ramshackle trio!!" Crowley cooed, spreading his arms out with a flourish. "Good afternoon! I hope you're doing well."

"As well as we can be in the afterlife," Ghost A cackled.

"We weren't expecting visitors," C remarked.

"What brings ya here?" B floated around Crowley in a circle. "Rare for you to drop on by for a casual visit."

"Ah, that." He thoughtfully stroked at his chin. "Today is Family Day at Night Raven College and--well--I figure that you three upstanding gentlemen count as the guardians of our dear Prefect and Grim-kun. You live under the same roof, share household responsibilities, and have a deep bond. You may not be related by blood, but this arrangement could classify as a 'found family'. That would make you eligible to sit in at parent-teacher conferences."

"Oooh, are we being invited to the event?" Ghost A asked excitedly. "I was popular with the ladies back in my day, but I didn’t have the chance to do something like this. Never did manage settle down..."

"Can we really be where the people are?" B chimed in. "It's been a while since we got to stretch our ectoplasm. When was the last time? Halloween, was it?"

"But all those meetings sound like a bore," complained C. "You sure we can't just scare the daylights out of the parents and siblings instead?"

"There will be NO scaring the daylights out of anyone!" Crowley stopped himself and smoothed down his feathers. "As you can imagine, I'm a very busy man and I haven't got all day! Please make your decisions now."

The Ramshackle Ghosts glanced at one another. Murmurs passed between them.

"Well... They don't have anyone else but us, do they? Because Yuu-kun is from another world and Grimmy doesn't remember where he came from."

"They've always been there for us when we needed them the most. We've had so much fun together too. Keeping us company, playing magift, celebrating Halloween and the winter holidays..."

"It'd be sad if they were the only ones left out of Family Day. No one likes being excluded from the festivities."

Silence. Then mutual understanding lit up their eyes. The answer was staring at them right in the face this entire time.

"We'll do it!!" the ghosts cried in unison.

Crowley's lips curved upward. "A most excellent choice. Yuu-kun and Grim-kun are so very fortunate to have a family as loving as this."

#twst #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #Dire Crowley #Ramshackle Ghosts #NRC Family Day #twst interactions #twisted wonderland interactions #twst imagines #twisted wonderland imagines #twst scenarios #twisted wonderland scenarios

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bbitches · 1 year ago

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new year’s day

Luke Castellan x aphrodite!reader

m.list

warnings: angst </3

There's glitter on the floor after the party,

He’s giving her that smile.

The one reserved for you.

The one you adored so, so much.

Girls carrying their shoes down in the lobby

Luke took her hand in his larger one, leading her back to her cabin.

He laughed at something she said.

You directly your attention back to cleaning up the Aphrodite cabin after a party, alone.

Luke used to do it with you.

Candle wax and Polaroids on the hardwood floor You and me from the night before, but

While you were cleaning you own bed, you found a polaroid picture of you and Luke from a year ago, probably.

You were wearing a pink, feathered cowboy hat, you were leaning into the camera, a bright smile on your face.

Luke’s hands were on your waist, he had a pink fur boa around him to match your hat.

You would give anything to have him hold you just one more time.

Don't read the last page But I stay when you're lost, and I'm scared, and you're turning away

Of course he would like an Athena girl.

They’re smart, they can fight, and they’re pretty.

Sure, she doesn’t have that radiant glow around her like you did, but she was still pretty.

She had h/c hair, like you did.

She also had e/c eyes.

But her’s… looked so much better than yours. It glowed.

She looked better, she could fight better, she was actually smart.

Your siblings reassured you, insisting that you were a daughter of Aphrodite, there was no way she was prettier than you.

But that wasn’t the way you saw it.

And in your eyes, that wasn’t the way Luke saw it either.

I want your midnights But I'll be cleaning up bottles with you on New Year's Day

You were teaching your usual archery lessons, when you spot Luke and his new girlfriend in a sparring match.

He looks happy.

Only, a different kind of happy.

Sure, you were good with a dagger, but not sword fighting. You were never good at sword fighting, you were only good at archery.

Maybe Luke wanted something who appreciated the things he liked to do.

You squeeze my hand three times in the back of the taxi I can tell that it's gonna be a long road

"It's not you, it never was, its just that I feel like we don’t get each other anymore." Luke said.

"Yeah, I get it." you looked down to hide your unshed tears.

"Thanks for... everything," you gave him a forced smile.

“You were great. You were a great experience,” Luke said, as if to comfort you.

‘You were everything!’ you wanted to scream at him.

But you just smiled and walked away.

I'll be there if you're the toast of the town, babe Or if you strike out and you're crawling home

You watched as Luke celebrated his capture the flag victory with his new girlfriend.

You weren’t jealous,

you just felt replaced.

How could he replace you so easily when you felt like your heart would be empty for years?

Did you really mean that little to him?

You couldn’t bear watching them anymore.

Don't read the last page But I stay when it's hard, or it's wrong, or we're making mistakes

A total of 17 guys sent you flowers.

If you were a logical person, you would have at least hooked up with them, but little old you decided that you should wait for Luke.

So, you rejected every single guy that came up to you.

All your siblings are just straight up worried about you now, they knew how important Luke was to you, but not to this degree.

You still cry yourself to sleep every night,

they find you in the middle of the night going through a photo book of you and Luke.

I want your midnights But I'll be cleaning up bottles with you on New Year's Day

Hold on to the memories They will hold on to you

You still wear the matching bracelet he gave you for your second anniversary.

He’s wearing a new one with his girlfriend.

You see them connecting their magnetic heart charm on their bracelet at campfires, while you’re here playing with yours that no longer had a match.

Hold on to the memories They will hold on to you

You still have his favourite hoodie under your bed.

You still have his favourite shirt under your bed.

You still have one of his camp t-shirts on your bed.

He caught you wearing his hoodie on you way to the bathroom in the middle of the night when you bumped into him.

He never questioned you or asked for it back.

Hold on to the memories They will hold on to you

You still have everything he gave you.

And I will hold on to you.

Everything reminds you of him.

That one bench where the two of you used to hang out on everyday,

ever your own bed, where he used to sneak in to talk to you at night.

Please don't ever become a stranger Whose laugh I could recognise anywhere

You hate it when she makes him laugh.

You hate it when you hear that damn laugh.

You hate it because it didn’t happen because of you.

Please don't ever become a stranger Whose laugh I could recognise anywhere

You hate him because he’s not yours.

There's glitter on the floor after the party Girls carrying their shoes down in the lobby

It’s been a couple of months.

You still wear his hoodie to sleep.

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yellowhollyhock · 26 days ago

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Round 1 of turtlecage25 is complete! Thank you everyone for coming out, it's been great energy from the crowd! Y'all are amazing

We hope you'll join us for Round 2, which will consist of 16 matches, with 2 publishing at a time and each one lasting a day. The first matches will begin on Wednesday June 4.

Let's see some highlights from Round 1!

Closest fights:

03 Raph v Mir Don 50/50

12 Donnie v 90s Leo 54.3/45.7

COOTS Leo v mm Don 53.3/46.7

07 Don v bat Raph 54.5/45.5

07 Mikey v bay Raph 53.8/46.2

Archie Mikey v CDH Leo 54.2/45.8

90s Mikey v bay Don 54.5/45.5

Biggest Landslides:

03 Don v bay Mikey 87.5/12.5

idw Jenn v cdh Raph 90/10

87 Don v NM Raph 90/10

03 Leo v NM Don 92.3/7.7

idw Mikey v 90s Don 100/0

Sibling Moments:

2007 Leo is the only one of his siblings who did not make it to the next round. I'm sure this won't contribute to any feelings of inadequacy nor lead to any kind of self-recrimination that ultimately manifests in lashing out at his team.

Rise Donnie is also the only turtle of his iteration to be obliterated in the first match. Of course we know he has experience losing his family's Turtle Games, and we saw the kind of comeback he made there. I expect he'll handle the blow maturely, channeling his energy into preparing for next year when he is sure to--ohhh no him and 07 Leo have spotted each other. Uh-oh they're conversing. I'm not sure who's the bad influence in this situation but I am positive there is one. Welp. We're going to ignore that.

2003 turtles all made it! Wait wait wait I have to peek ahead at the fight schedule... Ohh kay that's a good thing for them. Assuming things go according to schedule, none of them will have to fight next round. As for Round 3, it's very much possible.

Donatello is the only 1987 turtle going through. Ohh boy he tends to be a bit of a braggart. His brothers should get an award for their patience with him through the rest of this tournament--if they still have any by then, of course.

Bayverse turtles: the family that loses together uhh idk something else that they will do together. Spectates together? RIP. At least they can watch from the bleachers now, instead of inside the Jumbotron (do we have a Jumbotron? Listen I don't know okay I'm just the announcer. And organizer. And maybe referee? I work here okay I don't know stuff)

No Mutant Mayhem winners this year, either, though I think they're taking it better than the bayverse turtles. Being so new, fighting wise and cultural consciousness wise, they made a good show and we hope to see great things from them in future tournaments.

COOTS Leo represent! His bros are already writing a song about his victory, that's so sweet.

Leo and Venus carry on for their team of five! Ah, the siblings who have always attracted the most jealousy, especially from Raph and Donnie. I'm sure this won't affect dynamics around the dinner table at all.

IDW Donnie is left behind by his bros and Jennika. At least Venus can keep him company in the audience, though.

Batman Raph and 90s Donnie are sitting together. Out of all the turtles who are the only one of their siblings to lose in the first round, these two are chillin. Just happy for their bros. Raph looks grumpy but it's his rbf. Probably. Wait Donnie just offered him a pork rind,, maybe they are nursing some wounded pride after all, let's respectfully leave them to their grief.

Funniest Moments:

Archie Raphael and COOTS Donatello went shopping together after their fight! Raphael is now wearing a cape and feathered hat with cat eye glasses, Donatello has a choker necklace and bedazzled denim shorts

Bayverse Donnie and 90s Mikey took a very unusual approach to their match, flinging food at each other from across the arena. This turned out very much to Michelangelo's advantage, as he kept eating whatever was thrown at him.

Even folks decked out in Leo profile pics were cheering and taunting as 2012 Mikey ran circles around him. That turtle sure knows how to work the crowd!

Loser Shout Out:

Bro 2012 Donnie almost beat 90s Leo with nothing but the power of Sad Wet Cat. He was so close and he literally just 🥺 I feel like we should give him an award for that.

Anyway.

Mirage Raphael is one to watch next year; this time he happened to be paired first against a turtle who not only had specific strengths that made him a challenge for Raphael specifically, but is also just an extremely hard turtle to beat all around. In turtlecage26 we'll definitely have to factor in Raphael's wounded pride, he isn't one to just let things sit... Some of his fiercest moments come after his defeats.

1987 Leonardo, the world is not ready for him. He's absolutely among the most skilled ninjas of all those gathered, but, like our friend Raphael, he had a very tough opponent right off the bat--another Raphael, in fact. Knowing Leonardo, I'm sure he's reassuring Raphael and Michelangelo that they should be proud for doing their best, warmly congratulating Donatello, and secretly planning for turtlecage26. He doesn't act sneaky or conniving, but that's just the point, isn't it?

Rise Donnie: it is tough bananas to start against a Mirage turtle, especially Mirage Leonardo. I would like to make a general announcement that there is no outside interference allowed during matches (from turtles, other spectators can of course do as they feel inclined to increase their favored turtle's chances). And another general reminder not particularly directed at anyturtle that lethal force is not permitted, in or out of the arena.

87 Raphael: he got up to 20% against a Mirage turtle! High enough to keep his name out of the Biggest Landslides. He gets a star sticker, he can choose the color (you'll never guess what color he chose)

#turtlecage25 #tmnt

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fallininlust · 5 months ago

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( IV ) DECEMBER EIGHTH

♱ — BIRDS OF A FEATHER ( WE SHOULD STICK TOGETHER ) !

pair. sturn triplets x gn!reader genre. pure fluff, found family trope

word count : [ 2.3k ]

description : genuine support / the art of finding your people / very expressive love and affection for friends / christmas trees / isles of ornaments / wrapping paper crinkling / littered gift bows / tape galore / santa hats / layered warmth / cuddle piles / affectionate hugs / and pure platonic love

Gently, gently make room for happiness at last.

Albert Camus, Notebooks 1951-1959 !

The key felt heavy in your hand.

You knew they’d told you to use it whenever you needed, to go into their home whenever you wanted because you were basically family, but you still felt like you were intruding. It was not your home, you constantly felt like you didn’t belong within their trio. But that was just your overthinking. They always told you they loved you like you were another one of their siblings. They adored you endlessly, hence why you had a key to their home in Los Angeles anyway.

Still, you were coming to terms with the fact that Nick had even given you a key in the first place. You remembered that day so well.

The three of them had sat you down, them across from you in their living room — the situation had resembled an intervention. And it was. Sort of. They’d told you again and again to make yourself at home, and you did! … After a few hours of being there. And when you’d return another day, the process started over again. So, with hopes that you’d finally catch on, they sat you down.

Nick had held his hand out, the shiny silver startling you. “This is f’you.”

You’d blinked rapidly. “Huh?” It was all you could manage to breathe out.

“It’s a key to this place, kid.” Matt had given you the slightest bit of context, but you were still so confused and your face said it all.

Despite himself, Chris had let out a chuckle, rolling his lips into his mouth when everyone’s gaze shot to him. “I didn’t mean to laugh, I’m sorry, but look—” he nodded toward your expression with another snicker. “—can’t help it.”

Your gaze had turned back to the more serious of the two triplets, breathing in slowly as you attempted to process what they were doing. “You guys,” you started to echo what they’d told you, “are giving me a key to your place?”

“Hey,” Chris started to feel bad when he’d noticed your genuine disbelief, “you’re here more than you’re at your own apartment, kid. Why shouldn’t we give you a key?”

“Exactly!” Matt had nodded, reaching over Nick to pat his younger brother’s shoulder. “Besides, even when we do go back to Mass’, you’re the one who house sits for us. It makes sense for you to have your own way in now.”

Nick had scoffed in agreement, looking incredibly nonchalant — he felt it was something insignificant, the complete opposite of what you were feeling. “It’s been long overdue.”

“I just—” your eyes started to sting, water building in the corners. You sniffled, quickly wiping the stray tear.

“Woah, hey.” Chris had almost cooed, feeling his own waterline start to flood, and standing up to sit next to you. “Don’t cry, ‘cause I’ll cry, dude.”

“Sorry, it’s …” you’d shaken your head slowly, feeling silly for tearing up over a measly key. But it meant so much more to you than that. You reached out to take the key Nick had for you, holding it so tentatively like it was going disappear and you wanted to cherish it for the time being. You felt an arm wrap around you, pulling your head onto his shoulder. Chris was holding you close against him, understanding your train of thought but being unable to verbalize comfort for you — he’d never been good with words. “I’m sorry.” You choked out through your tears.

Immediately, all three triplets had begun to shush you, each of them having some sort of hold on you as they comforted you through your vulnerable moment, and that only made you clutch the key so much tighter.

When your cries had turned to sniffles, they knew they could pull away. They’d looked at you with a new sense of softness, and the fondness that’d always been there seemed to triple in size.

They adored you to bits.

And you felt the exact same about them.

But still, the key seemed to weigh down the carabiner on your hip.

So, you knocked the three times you normally did. You heard the footsteps inside, but you also heard them halt right in front of the door.

“Nuh-uh.” You heard Nick say, maybe to his brothers? — yes, to his brothers. “We gave them a key for a reason.”

Chris seemed to be in agreement. “He’s right.” Then he projected his voice louder, so you could hear him clearer. “If you wanna’ come in, ya’ gonna’ have to use the key, kid.”

“Fuck you.” You replied without any heat, tentatively unhooking your carabiner to single out the key to their home. The key they’d decorated for you after a month or two of you having it, hoping to entice you into using it.

You heard his cackle through the door, rolling your eyes. You clenched your jaw slightly, still feeling like an intruder when you put the key in and twisted. You glared at them, albeit playfully, when they cheered as you opened the door slowly — pulling the key back with your arm.

Matt’s tired eyes greeted you with a smile to match them. “Can we go shoppin’ now?”

You deadpanned. “Y’all couldn’t have stepped out in the first place?”

“Hey!” Matt immediately went defensive. “I tried to get ‘em out the door the second we heard the fuckin’ knocks, but they refused. Don’t—”

“Alright, enough!” Nick snapped and pushed past both of his brothers to lock arms with you, pulling you ahead to walk with him. “God, they’re so fuckin’ annoying.”

Chris jogged forward, wrapping his arm around your neck, pulling you closer toward him in a headlock, and shaking you playfully in greeting.

Immediately you shoved your elbow into his rib cage, smiling when he groaned in pain and pulled away from you to rub at his sore side. A loud chuckle escaped you when he glared at you for what you had done.

Matt followed behind the three of you sluggishly, still half asleep.

Your eyes cast over to him with a bit of concern. “Matt, d’you want me to drive?”

“Nah, I can—” he was cut off by his own yawn. He pursed his lips sheepishly when you arched an eyebrow at him expectantly. “If … if you want to, I guess.”

You wordlessly lifted a hand, silently asking for him to toss you the keys. You would’ve offered your car, but it was smaller than their SUV, and you didn’t know how much was going to be bought. Their car had more storage for the potential mess of items they were going to inevitably spend their money on.

When you started the engine, you turned your head to face the passenger. “Where we headed to first?”

Before Matt could answer, Nick interrupted with his clapping hands. “I’m so excited to decorate together!” He went as far as reaching forward to repeatedly tap your shoulder.

“Me, too, Nick.” A breathless laugh escaped your lips at his evident joy.

“You have a Costco membership, right, kid?” Matt was quick to spit out the question before anyone could interrupt him again.

An impulsively startled bark of laughter left you, contagious enough for Chris to cackle along with you. “Random ass fuckin’ question, dude.” You saw the way he deadpanned from the corner of your eye, so you stifled your grin. “Yeah, I do. The fuck d’you wanna’ know that for?”

He shrugged lightly. “They got good Christmas trees.”

You looked into the rearview mirror, finding the other two triplets’ gazes. The three of you shared over dramatically disbelieving looks before you quickly focused back on the road.

Even the parking lot of the warehouse store was overwhelming, which meant the inside was so much worse. Nick and Chris flourished in the chaos, chatting among themselves as they walked ahead of the cart you were pushing. You and Matt looked around warily, sticking together with tense shoulders at the loud noises and constant flow of people surrounding every inch of the store.

Once Matt got a little bit more comfortable with some encouragement from his younger brother, he relaxed into his normal self. He jokingly picked up random items, making lewd comments amount the bulked sizes that Chris would chortle about. You could only roll your eyes at their antics, hiding your own amusement by biting your lip. Breathless laughs left your lips when Nick would reprimand them for it, looking around dramatically with wide eyes.

“You’re gonna’ get us kicked out, you idiots!” Nick hissed at them, tone sharp. There was no real heat behind his words though, just enough warning to make the younger two quiet down.

After many items picked up and placed in the cart as well as slapped wrists and items returned to their rightful places, the four of you had managed to find the Christmas trees.

The tall, perfect pines stood tall among the vast of packaged furniture for sale.

Chris’ eyes widened with childish wonder as he stared up at the trees, a similar glint shining in them. “Which one do we buy?”

“What color decorations do y’all plan on buyin’?” You countered. “If ya’ goin’ red, green, and gold, I’d say get the green tree. But if ya’ feelin’ blue and silver, the white tree’s better.”

Nick hummed, nodding in complete agreement.

Matt narrowed his eyes in contemplation as he stared at the trees intensely. “I feel like we all prefer silver. And it’s not like any of our actual furniture at home’s got gold at all. Maybe we should go blue and silver?”

“I dunno’,” Nick voiced his disagreement to the idea, “I feel like we should go traditional wit’ red, green, gold since it’s our first Christmas decorating our own place.”

“We see traditional decorations back in Mass’ though, Nick. We could switch it up and go silver here.” Chris agreed with Matt’s idea.

Suddenly, Matt turned to look at you. “I think you should decide, kid.”

“It’s not my house?” Your eyebrows furrowed at the abrupt attention.

The three of them stared at you blankly. Two years of friendship, one year of which you were at their house more often than not, six months of having a key to their place, and you still hadn’t gotten the message. Their house was your house.

You pursed your lips sheepishly at their stares. “… I think you should do blue and silver. It complements the interior better.”

Nick clapped proudly. “Thank you!”

Getting the big box in the van was a hassle, but you’d done it. Somehow it fit, so getting to the second location for actual decorations and ornaments was your next mission.

They’d suggested Target, but they were quickly shot down by you and your distaste for the company. Ultimately, the four of you had settled on Michael’s. They had amazing decor, and you were hoping to find some art supplies as well as wrapping paper for gifts.

Again, pushing the cart had been your job, so you told them you were going to find the things you needed while they chose out their decorations — all simple tasks, right?

Wrong.

By the time you’d found them again, they were arguing about ornaments.

You blinked at them a few times, sighing when they didn’t notice you.

“Boys!” You snapped, effectively shutting them up. They looked at you sheepishly when you glared at them for all the noise they’d been making. “Move.” You huffed and pushed them out of the way, looking through the decorations.

Much like the tree and the color combination for the house, you’d chosen the ornaments, the garlands, the tree topper, the house decor, the wreath, and the wrapping paper.

The four of you walked in silence to the register, the triplets blushing profusely in embarrassment when you apologized to the cashier for their loud noise as the employee rang up the items.

On the walk to the car, Nick’s eyes lit up before they dulled slightly — a lightbulb turning on then off. “We should’ve filmed this.”

You immediately shot him a startled look at the idea. “I woulda’ kept my ass home.”

“You’re no fun.” He huffed.

With a full car, and happy hearts, you drove back to their place with a content smile.

♱

Actually decorating the place had been a slight hassle simply because no one could agree. You tried your best to stay out of the arguments, obliging to their decisions because, again, you felt it wasn’t your place to decide. But when they’d turn to look at you expectantly, three sets of eyes narrowing when you’d hesitate, you figured it was only right to give your input.

It also took a lot longer than expected to finish the task. The sun had set hours ago, the darkness of night glaring through the open windows.

With a steadying sigh, you placed the silver star at the top of the white tree before you pulled away to admire your handiwork. When you backed away from the tree, a body barreled into you at full speed from behind. Your body jolted slightly, but quickly relaxed when you realized who it was.

Chris.

His arms wrapped around your shoulders, his body practically vibrating with excitement as he stared at the fully decorated home before him. You reached an hand up to grasp at his forearm, keeping him there.

Before you knew it, Nick was on your other side. He slowly melted against you, leaning his head on your shoulder that was covered by Chris’ elbow. You tentatively leant your head against Nick’s.

The last to join the makeshift hug was Matt. He stood on the other side of his younger brother, standing similarly to his older brother on your side. Silently, you both reached out to each other, intertwining your hands for more comfort.

The four of you stood before a house turned home — a lived in, cozy, and welcoming home.

Your smile turned shaky, quivering with the realization that dawned upon you.

All you’d ever wished for on Christmas Eve nights was a home. And here you’d found it with three boys whose hearts were made of gold.

icarus inquires . . .

i’m ngl, i didn’t ever think i’d finish these lmao. finals got to me and i wanted to kms, so i fully gave up. but i’m back and determined. enjoy <3

tags . . .

@mattsfavoritestar / @peiivnao / @joopsworlx

#♰ ∘ .╰♯₊⊹ : icarus interlude #icarus’ stories ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ #☦︎⋆.˚ : icarus’ twelve days of christmas #☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ : day four #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo triplets x reader #nick sturniolo #nick sturniolo fluff #nick sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo fluff #matt sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo #chris sturniolo fluff #chris sturniolo x reader

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onskepa · 11 months ago

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Hii! Could I get a Teylan x human reader pls? Like she kind of is like Spider, born in pandora, but at the resistance, and she is now Teylan age and they met when the Sarentu arrived at HQ. They start to get close and fall in love, but after all that happens in the game they separate because Teylan has to figure himself out as a navi with no human influence. She tells him that is okay and maybe one day they will see each other again. After a couple of years they reunite, and realize that they still feel the same. And try to be a couple, but with a navi lifestyle ( as much as she can as a human).

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAS!! MY FIRST TEYLAN FIC!! okie! I know just how to make this go! Enjoy~!!

P.S: cover made by meeeeeeeeeeeeeeee~!!!

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hayalovay

Teylan really did not know what to do or say. There are so many new faces! His first few days with the resistance he clung to his fellow sarentu siblings or with Alma. He does his best to not be with so’lek so much. That na’vi is scary, and what a deep voice! Teylan for sure thinks that na’vi doesn't sleep. Always awake and aware.

It was overwhelming really, from waking up after a long time, having to escape what was once their home, and into the world where he was told it was dangerous. So much in just a short time. Teylan tries to keep up, he does, but fear of everything is what pulls him back. Alma guides his like she always did, ri’nela does her best to soothe his worries when he touches anything from the outside. Nor would call him a scardy baby, but he is not!

Everyday it was noisy, but there is one thing that helps teylan calm down. More like someone, someone who brings teylan peace into his life.

“You are na’vi, why are you so attached to metal things?” So’lek asks Teylan, who can never understand the strange young sarentu’s obsession with human stuff. Teylan was holding a radio and a hologram tablet. His eyes darted left and right, trying to think of an answer. How can he when so’lek is glaring down at him?

“We grew with human customs, he is the youngest, it is the only thing he knows” ri’nela came to his aid. Bless her kind heart. So’lek shakes his head in a disapproving manner but doesnt say much else.

For the rest of the day, so’lek silently observed teylan, being more human than na’vi. When an idea hit him.

“Alma, when does she return?”

“Hello, my name is Hayalovay, or hayalo for short. It is such a great honor to meet you all”

A young, small human stood before the sarentu children. She was not like the other humans in the resistance base. While other humans were dressed in the human clothing, pants, tank tops, jackets. Hayalovay was dressed as if she were na’vi. Loin cloth, beaded top, feathers and beads decorating her hair, colorful paint in different areas of her body. A beautiful flower tucked behind her ear, giving her a more na'vi look. She looked oddly beautiful.

Her eyes search over and met with teylan’s bright eyes. A blush was quick to appear on his cheeks.

“You must be teylan. The other’s told me a lot about you. Oh! Your hat looks very nice, have you tried wearing it in reverse? Many like to” Hayalo goes over to him with her question. Oddly enough, despite her ramblings, she wasn't loud. Not like the other humans. Teylan liked that. Liked that she was a different set of noise, a nice, calming noise that he might come to enjoy.

“It's poisonous!”

“Its a flower”

“It will kill me!”

“It is just a flower teylan”

“W-what if-”

“Oh for the love of eywa-”

Hayalo grabbed teylan’s larger hand and brought forward to make contact with a purple flower with moving tendrils at the center. Teylan’s fingers making contact, making him whimper in fear.

“See? Its not killing you” hayalo teases.

“W-well how was I supposed to know?” he refutes.

The girl just smiles, “you did. I told you but you refuse to listen”.

The tendrils got a good grip on teylan’s fingers, his fear growing worse “it--its going to eat my fingers!!” he panics while trying to pull away at the flower. Hayalo tries to ease him but teylan yanks back so hard, the flower breaks off from its stem, landing on the ground.

Hayalo sighs and bends down to gently pick up the massive flower.

“N-not my fault! It's was going to hurt me!” teylan defends himself. Reminding himself of all those fearful lessons back in TAP. How every plant was dangerous in some form or another. “They were right…!” he mutters

Hayalo lets the still moving tendrils of the flower grab her smaller fingers, enjoying the sensation.

Teylan observes her, scared that the flower might hurt her, but after a minute, the tendrils willingly let go of Hayalo's fingers. Smiling, Hayalo raised her hand and wiggled her fingers.

“See? It didn't hurt me. It is completely harmless teylan, not everything in pandora is out to get you” the human explains.

Teylan blushes a bit in shame, seems it's going to take a while to get used to.

“You are not na’vi, yet you behave and try to look like a na’vi. Why? You are human” Teylan asks out of nowhere. He was very curious since he met her. Hayalo really is a strange human out of all that he has known.

“I was born here. This is my home, therefore that makes me a pandorian. I always admired na'vi. How beautiful and full of life they all are. Each clan is different, yet they all hold the same morals and rules. Living side by side with them, I grew up thinking I was a na’vi. Dressing the same, painting my body, weaving my songchord, hunting, it is all incredible…'' Hayalo answers honestly.

Both look beyond the mountains and the grasslands as the sun goes down.

Hayalo reaches to hold teylan’s hand, his eyes looking down at her face.

“You are lucky to be na’vi teylan. Even Miss Cortez is lucky since she has an avatar. I just have this body. You can breathe the air, make connections with the animals, you can do so many things” she goes on to say.

But teylan looks down observing his free hand.

“I dont feel lucky. I was always told-”

“Forget what they told you teylan. You are free, you can be whatever you want to me” hayalo interrupted before teylan’s insecurities came out.

“Forget what TAP said, all they ever told you were lies”

Were they lies?

Teylan didn't say anything further but silently grips on the old radio he hid in his pocket.

Teylan was such a food, such a big headed, idiotic fool!

He had so many chances and each one he blew it up. Quite literally!

His sarentu family, alma, so’lek, the resistance, the clans, hayalo-

He betrayed everyone, following Mercer's orders secretly, really believing that if he was a good boy doing what he was told, that everything would be better. A naive fool, everyone is going to hate him now. So many injured, how can anyone forgive him for this? Teylan dug his own grave. No one will welcome him back.

Even more now since he joined Mercer in his side of the war. Taking revenge for the downfall of TAP. Mercer was right, he could never be na’vi, a true na’vi. Can never speak of his native language, learn the peoples ways, or do anything na’vi related. Perhaps he is better off as-

“TEYLAN!! YOU SKXAWNG!”

“He is gone, they are all gone. No one will ever tell you terrible things again "Hayalo smiles as she holds teylans still shaking hands. After a great battle, Mercer is gone, and whatever humans stayed, left. Being his voice of reason, Hayalo helped Teylan in shutting down many machines and weapons within the computer systems. Still hard to believe that it really is over.

“Am I truly free….” he mutters his own question.

“Yes teylan, you are as free as an ikran. Now you can live your live as you please, you and your sarentu family "Hayalo encourages, her smile still so bright and radiant after everything that has happened.

“Even better, you can set up a true home for yourself, learn new things and-”

“Wait”

Teylan kindly interrupted his dear friend. He bends down to meet her at an eye level. His mind goes back to many recent events. One moment he remembers was when he was told of nor stabbing Alma, and running away. Not to be seen as of yet.

Maybe, like nor, he needs to be away. To reflect his actions.

“What is it..?” Hayalo asks worryingly.

“Hayalo, I dont think I can ever thank you enough. From the moment we met, you were always there. Helping me, teaching me the best you can, forgiving me after what I did. But…I think, I think I need to go” he says slowly.

“Go? Go where?”

“Somewhere, anywhere. Alone. I am na’vi but, out of my friends, I am more human. Ri’nela is learning how to be a healer, nor was learning how to be a warrior before that incident, my sarentu friend is more na’vi than all of us combined. And me? I still have nothing. I know nothing. So, I want to go, travel and learn on my own. How to be a na’vi”

A few seconds of silence was there, before hayalo smiled, sadness reaching her eyes. Removing her iconic flower from her ear, she gently places it on teylan’s ear.

“I will wait for you then. No matter how long it takes, I will wait for your return. See what you will become” hayalo whispers. Placing a gentle kiss on his cheek, her lips warm and soft.

“Thank you hayalo, I promise, I will return as someone new” he swears as teylan removes his cap and places it on hayalo’s smaller head.

“Just being you is enough for me teylan”

Many, many years have passed. The scars of the dark past have healed, and many moved on. The sarentu clan has grown, from the brink of extinction to its former glory. The humans from the resistances have either passed away in peace, or still holding strong each day. Pandora continues to grow and thrive, the old bases of the rda are now mere husks of what it once was.

Hayalo continues to be as she is, free as an ikran, and everyday she would look out for a certain na’vi that still holds dear to her heart.

She lost count of how long it has been, knowing that at the end, it is pointless. He would return when it is time.

Even after a long time, hayalo still wears teylan’s old cap, always making sure it is in good shape. Still having his scent, bringing a lot of comfort to the human woman. Everyday she prays to Eywa that, wherever teylan is, to guide him, to keep him safe. To return as a new man but still keeping his core traits.

Perhaps she was a fool then, to not tie teylan down, but ever since she met teylan, her heart began to beat differently. Her eyes changing perspective, thoughts seeking memories of him. Her hands craving more of his.

Hayalo never told Teylan how she felt about him. Although there really wasn't time for romance in the middle of an ongoing war. Maybe it is better that he never knew, but hayalo will confess this time. Even if they are old, it won't matter. Teylan deserves to know that hayalo is in-

“Oe tatxaw ma’yawntutsyip”

Turning around quickly, Hayalo's eyes reached to see teylan. An older, stronger looking teylan. Wearing bright colors, his hair longer, beads adoring his body and hair. The flower she gifted him, still tucked behind his ear. He truly does look na’vi.

“Teylan…” hayalo whispers, still taking in the shocking surprise.

Teylan grins, flashing his pearly white fangs, “missed me?”

Teylan is so under appreciated, he is a good, sweet boi! He needs more love! And I am glad to do that. Took me a lot longer because I wanted to make a special cover to this one, hope you all enjoyed it! Until next time! See ya!

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hayalovay = until next time

Oe tatxaw ma’yawntutsyip = I returned my little beloved

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ghulehunknown · 2 years ago

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Mistletoe’d: Papa Emeritus III x F Reader

“Papa’s going to be coming down your chimney tonight.”

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 (coming soon!)

**WARNING - NSFW CONTENT - MDNI**

Summary: After the Ministry Christmas party, you join Terzo in his bedchamber for some festive activities.

CW/Tags: characters drinking alcohol, established relationship, clothed female nude male, blowjob, penetrative sex (P in V), condom use, cunnilingus, face-sitting, face fucking

Word Count: 4381

Available on AO3! Primo | Secondo | Terzo | Copia

Author’s Note: This is the third day of the four-part series XXXmas at the Ministry, a collaboration with @copias-sewer-rat, @molly-ghuleh, and @bupia - please read their works too!

Happy Hornidays! ❄️

xoxo, the Naughty Ghulehs 💋

Primo | Secondo | Copia

A HUGE thank you to AlexandrMcQueer on Twitter for the accompanying artwork! Check out the full NSFW version on her account.

Tonight was finally the night of the annual Ministry Christmas party, and Christmas Eve. Papa needed your help to pull everything off, so all week you were scheduling with the bakers, the cooks, the cleaning crew, and decorating.

But after this evening, you could relax. Well, aside from tending to Papa’s needs and making sure the ghouls didn’t get too soused that it ruined their unholiday in the morning. But after the party, you could enjoy the festivities.

Everyone began milling about and socializing in the main hall, picking at the large charcuterie spread and ladling punch or eggnog into glasses. It looked like everyone from the Clergy was there. Even Imperator and Nihil showed up, though they did not seem too sociable, seating themselves at a table in the corner. Primo immediately sat himself in one of the few chairs scattered around the hall with a large mug of something warm.

Suddenly the ghouls began whooping and you turned your head to see Terzo enter in a lavish looking Santa suit - it was made of crushed red velour with flecks of red sparkles and appeared to be trimmed with white feathers.

“Nice suit, Terzo,” you quipped, eyeing him up and down as he approached you.

“That’s Papa Claus to you, principessa,” he said with a snarky grin and giving you a smooch on the lips. “And you’re Santa’s little helper.”

That you were. He’d ordered you the shortest green elf dress, although the skirt was more like a tulle tutu. The outfit was a whole ensemble, complete with an elf hat with ears, pointy shoes with bells on the end, and candy cane patterned tights. You felt ridiculous, but ’tis the season.

Everyone was in their best holiday attire - anything from ugly Christmas sweaters to formal wear. The ghouls were all dressed in elf costumes, with the exception of Dew, who was dressed as Rudolph - an antler headband fitted over his mask and a red nose strapped to the front of his mask.

Cardinal Copia was wearing an old Saint Nick red and gold cloak over his red cassock, and a poorly made attachable white beard. Secondo was dressed in an all black 3 piece suit that had a subtle fleur de lis pattern, and was chatting with one of Primo’s ghouls.

The night went on, and you were actually managing to have fun. The ghouls turned one of the snack tables into a flip cup station (much to your dismay as you shuffled the catering staff carrying fresh trays of food back into the kitchen) and several of the Siblings started Christmas karaoke, with a very drunk-looking Copia taking the lead.

Terzo flitted between you and the rest of the guests, chatting with various Clergy members (and skillfully dodging Imperator each time). He snuck up behind you, squeezing your ass.

“Make sure these old fucks are having fun, eh?” he said lowly in your ear, nodding backwards to the senior members of the Clergy.

“And just how am I supposed to do that?” you said, one eyebrow raised, his hand still under your skirt.

He winked at you, handing you a bottle of opened bourbon before cupping your ass cheek in his hand and rubbing it. “We’ll cheers soon, then I can have you all to myself.” He leaned in closer to whisper in your ear. “Papa’s going to be coming down your chimney tonight.”

He clapped you on the ass then darted between people again. “Everybody - eggnog!” he shouted towards the crowd, raising his arms up. He was herding everyone to the center. You thought you might die on the spot from your cheeks burning red, but everyone was paying attention to him - thank Satan.

As everyone poured themselves another glass and gathered, you went around and splashed a bit of bourbon in everyone’s cup.

“Some bourbon for your eggnog, Cardinal?” you asked Copia, approaching him with the bottle.

“Eh, none for me,” he said, hiccuping and covering his glass. “It’s strong enough as it is! I’ve had th-three already.”

“It’s nonalcoholic, Cardinal,” you responded, blinking at him. He looked puzzled and walked away.

You made your way over to Primo who was almost snoozing in his chair. “Papa Primo?” you asked, holding the bottle out, gesturing towards his half empty mug. You weren’t sure if he was dressed like Scrooge on purpose or if those were just his pajamas but he mumbled something that sounded like “Bah,” and shook his head swiftly, the tassel at the end of his nightcap swinging around.

Everyone was standing in a semicircle around Terzo, who for once seemed just slightly lost for words. “Well, uh - shit,” he began, eliciting a few chuckles from the crowd. “I do not know what else to say, other than it’s been a fucking great year. We had two fantastic tours, and we’ll be continuing into next year… I, eh - met someone very dear.” He glanced at you briefly before continuing. “We won a motherfucking Grammy…!”

The ghouls whooped and cheered while the Siblings and other Clergy members clapped. You glanced over in the corner. Even Imperator seemed pleased - maybe.

“Sì, sì it has been phenomenal. You should all be very pleased with yourselves. So pleased in fact I think you should all celebrate, in eh, whatever means you choose to do. And if I do not see you all before the New Year, have an unblessed holiday. Now, we toast! Tomorrow morning we will celebrate our Savior’s birth. But for tonight, we sin.” He held up his glass and the others did the same. “To Lucifer!”

“To Lucifer,” you said, chiming in with a chorus of voices. You swallowed your bourbon-eggnog concoction - mostly bourbon by your heavy hand, you found as you winced slightly, the liquor burning down your throat. You didn’t drink much and this was your first holiday gathering at the Ministry. Next month would mark your first full year here, and the first time you laid eyes upon him - your Terzo.

“Eh, see you next year, Papa!” piped up Copia, still hiccuping as he nodded and ducked out of the crowd. You smiled at the Cardinal’s little joke. Terzo stopped in his tracks for just a moment and acknowledged Copia before walking away.

He rolled his eyes as he walked towards you then his face brightened. “Hello,” he said, standing very close to you.

“Hi, Papa,” you said, smiling at him and holding up the last bit of bourbon, swishing it in the bottle. “Saved the last for you.”

“Mmm,” he said, leaning in to kiss you. “How much? I need to keep my stamina for later.”

You took a swig and shuddered - Satanas, you still couldn’t drink straight liquor. “Not much now.” He chuckled at you and took the bottle from your hand, knocking back the rest. You coughed a couple of times and reached for some party punch, completely forgetting the one you reached for also had alcohol and coughed again.

He patted you soothingly on the back and asked, “Are you okay, tesorina?”

You nodded, finally grabbing the nonalcoholic punch and chugging some.

“Will Papa have to take care of his little elf this evening?” he said, trailing the back of his index finger over your cheek.

“No, Papa,” you said, clearing your throat. “I’ve barely had anything.”

“Good. I have a surprise for you tonight, amore.”

“Hm. Any hint?” you asked coyly.

“Not a fucking clue. Come to my room in five minutes just as you are.” He picked up a handful of hard candies from the snack table and popped a few in his mouth, staring at you while walking backwards a few paces before turning around and heading down the hall.

You continued to mingle with the other Siblings, trying hard to conceal your blushing cheeks but to no avail.

“Someone’s excited about something,” one said.

“It’s nothing,” you murmured.

“Come on - spill!”

“Well, Terzo and I -”

“Terzo?” said another.

“Oooooh!” the others said in a singsong tone almost in unison.

“He said he has a surprise for me, in his room.”

“So you graduated from office visits to home visits now?” asked the first Sibling, looking impressed.

“Well…I’ve seen his bedroom a few times,” you said, not willing to divulge the full truth just yet. You’d been spending most of your nights in his room and sneaking back into the Siblings’ quarters early in the morning. Even though each Sibling had their own room, you knew your Sisters would hear the door to the suite open.

“I think this is the most serious he’s been with anyone,” said the second Sibling. “I’ve been here a few years and usually he’s done with his fling after two months. But you’ve stuck around.” You shook your head, not willing to believe this hype only to be let down. You just wanted to live in the moment and enjoy what you had with Terzo. “You should go - you don’t want to keep him waiting.”

You smiled and bid your fellow Siblings goodbye as they all made lewd gestures to imitate various sex acts and waved you off, wishing you luck.

You walked down the silent and dark corridors, passing ghouls and Siblings alike shrouded in the shadows to have their midnight dalliances, no doubt egged on by the holiday cheer and the alcohol. You smiled, thinking about not having to hide in a hallway like when you first started dating him. Now you had his entire bedroom to have your sultry romps.

You opened his door and walked into his Papal suite, the familiar lush decor and smell of mahogany filling your senses. You passed by the small and elegantly decorated Christmas tree by the fireplace. You wondered just what his surprise might be when you saw him propped up against the wall, a rose in his mouth and —

What was that?

He was dressed in his Santa jacket and hat, with nothing else on - save one thing. Your eyes trailed along his upper body then snapped to what was in between his legs. On the end of his throbbing hard cock was some mistletoe, tied around his shaft by a red ribbon and a little gold bell below it. He waggled his eyebrows and at the same time isolated his pelvic muscles to make his cock bob up and down, tinkling the bell.

“How long have you just been standing there all hard waiting for me?”

His face fell momentarily and he took the rose out of his mouth. “I thought you would like it.”

“I do!” you said, suppressing laughter as best as you could while stepping towards him. You held onto the lapels of his jacket and leaned in. “I do.” He smiled again, a smug look of satisfaction washing over him.

“Good,” he said, handing you the rose. “Because you’re going to get stuffed and glazed just like Secondo’s honey ham.”

You bit your bottom lip, smiling. “But I don’t think it’ll be quite as delicious as you, amore.”

“It should be. I’ve been eating a lot of pineapple for this.”

“Really? Then I’ll have to taste it for myself,” you said, feeling the heat pool at your core.

He cupped your face in his hands, kissing you deeply, slipping his tongue in. You weren’t sure where to place your hands so you held onto the rose with one hand, the other in his hair. He swiftly brought you closer to him, his quivering cock poking at your thigh under your tulle skirt.

“Mm!” you said, surprised at feeling his hardness brush against you.

“Well,” he said, pulling away to look at you. “It’s not going to kiss itself, tesoro.” He twitched his cock again, making it bob up and down and wagged his hips side to side, making it shake the other direction and sounding the bell.

You eyed him slyly as you bent down, gently falling to your knees before him and placing the rose on the floor. You took his cock in your hand and began stroking his length, eyeing the perfect pink tip at the end. Each time you stroked him, the bell would chime.

“Oh cazzo,” he sighed, leaning his head back, his lips parted.

You flicked the tip of your tongue against the head of his cock and watched his abdominal muscles contract. He was like putty in your hands.

“You like that, amore?” you asked teasingly, his shaft in your palm.

He glared at you from the corner of his eye. “Stai zitto,” he said through moans as you continued to swirl your tongue around the head of his cock. But you could swear you saw a smirk pull at the corner of his mouth as he said this.

You closed your eyes as you took his entire length in your mouth, sliding him in and out and clutching onto his hips. The little leaves on the mistletoe tickled your nose each time the bottom of his cock reached your lips.

Clink! Clink! went the bell each time you slid him in and out of your mouth.

He started to whimper and moan quietly, his eyes closed in pleasure. His hand was on the back of your head, gripping your hair tighter the faster you went. At one point he began thrusting into your mouth, probably no longer able to contain himself.

Clink! Clink! ClinkClinkClinkClinkCLINKCLINK

“Mmm!” you mumbled around his cock as the greenery around his member assaulted your face over and over, scratching your nose and cheeks a little bit each time. CLINK.

Your eyes welled with tears as he hit the back of your throat repeatedly. CLINK. At this point you were hardly doing any work, just kneeling there and being used as a vessel. CLINKCLINK

“Satanas you’re going to make me cum like that,” he panted as he continued pushing his hips into your face.

You smiled around him - well as best as you could - and brought him closer by gripping his ass cheeks.

“Ah - cazzo!” he exclaimed, suddenly pulling out of your mouth and panting.

“Terzo?” you asked, trying to look up but you were unable to as his hand remained on your head as he used you to prop himself up and regain composure.

“I can’t cum too soon and ruin the evening, no?” he said, standing up straight and helping you up off the floor. “Not when I haven’t even taken care of you.”

You kissed his laughter lines around his mouth as he spoke, his Papal makeup smudged from your kisses earlier. “You always take such good care of me.”

He turned to face you and held you in an embrace, kissing you passionately again, his hands roaming all over your body. He began to massage your breasts through your costume, building the arousal between your legs even more. Your breathing quickened as you both moaned into each other’s mouths.

“Fuck this fucking blouse,” he said breathlessly, breaking away and tearing at the front of your green cardigan, the buttons flying across his floor - eliciting a ‘Shit!’ from you. “Mmm!” he mumbled, kissing you again, pawing at your chest.

He fumbled around your back at your bra clasp, unhooking it after a couple of tries. You urgently slid the straps off your shoulders and tossed the bra to the floor. He bent down to take your nipple in his mouth, circling his tongue around it and sucking. He alternated, pinching the other one between his fingers.

“Oh Terzo,” you sighed, running your hands through his hair, fiddling with the silver strands peppering his raven hair. He’d never admit to it, but you saw the box dye left on his bathroom counter.

Instinctively you squeezed your legs together, alleviating some of the need to touch yourself. You felt your heart race and a shiver run down your spine.

“Fuck me, please Papa,” you sighed, breath trembling.

“Mm?” he said, glancing up at you between your breasts with a glint in his eyes. He kissed all over your chest, up your neck and finally, your lips. “Is la mia principessa ready for her Papa to fuck her brains out, hm?”

“Yes Papa, please,” you said, still in a breathy whisper. “Fuck me.”

He nodded his head towards the bathroom and glanced over. “Go get a condom and meet me in bed. I’ll get the lube.”

“Why are there none in our nightstand drawer?”

“‘Our?’”

“Shit. You know what I meant.”

He grinned. “Ti stai dimenticando? We used them all last night and I didn’t have time to take some more out.”

Slightly embarrassed at your gaffe, you made your way into the bathroom and started opening drawers. “Where did you put the box?”

“Bottom drawer!” he called out.

Did he think differently of you now? Would he think you were too presumptuous and want to call the whole thing off? Or potentially, were you just overthinking things as usual? “Found it! Oh fuck, shit!”

“Sorella?” He sounded concerned and rushed over to find you on your hands and knees kneeling near the toilet.

“Almost got it!” You had dropped the roll of condom wrappers behind the toilet and had wedged yourself between it and the vanity. “Help me, Terzo!”

“Ah, I see now,” he said slyly. “Call for me in a panic just so you can entrap me.”

“What? Terzo, no, I really do need help, I drop- ”

“Sì, I can help,” he said, kneeling down behind you, his cock right up against your ass.

“It’s just, argh!”

“Argh!” he imitated you, running his hands all along your body.

“It’s right there I can’t - reach - !”

“Has anyone told you how sexy you look with your ass in the air in candy cane tights?”

You rolled your eyes but you knew he couldn’t see. “Er, no - um, thank you. But I dropped the condoms behind the toilet.”

He craned his neck to see. “Ah. This is quite the pickle we are in. You with your hand behind the toilet and your ass against my cock.”

“No, I believe it’s your cock against my ass.”

“What am I to do, tesorina? What should a Papa do when finding his lover in a compromising position, hm?” He leaned down and trailed kisses along your back, momentarily freezing your arm from the continued search of the condoms.

“Fuck…” you whispered, feeling his mouth move further south and his hands finding their way around your waist.

“What’s that, bella? You think Papa should fuck you? You called me in such a panic earlier that I did not bring the lube…mmm, what should we do?” he said, kissing you just above your ass. “Is la mia principessa ready?”

Your body ached with desire. You needed him inside you. He trailed his finger along your tights-covered behind, poking around where your entrance was. “Darling, I think your tights are just a little wet. Let’s see just how wet you are inside.” He gripped the fabric and you heard it ripping apart.

You let out a surprised gasp as the chill air hit your warm, now exposed nether regions. He entered you with a finger and your body shuddered against him as you whimpered quietly.

“Oh yes,” he said in an amused tone. “You are very ready.” He slid out and up to your clit, playing with it gently as you moaned and rocked your body back and forth to feel the friction against his fingers. “So responsive. Una così brava ragazza.”

“Please, Papa,” you said under your accelerated breath. “Please fuck me.”

“Don’t worry amore,” he said, reaching over you and grabbing the sleeve of condoms that you were having trouble getting just moments before. “I will.” He tore off one and ripped it open.

You readjusted yourself on the tile floor so you wouldn’t bang your head against the toilet or the side of the vanity as you heard the crinkle of the wrapper and the clinking of the little bell still attached to his dick.

“Oh FUCK!” you both said in unison as he entered you. He slammed into your dripping cunt with such ease, you felt him bottom out immediately. The tingle of the mistletoe against your clit heightened the sensation.

Clink! Clink! Clink! Clink! In and out, in and out. You both moaned each other’s names in pure, unadulterated passion.

“Ah - merda Sorella, you turn me into a teenager again. Fucking on the floor out of sheer desperation for one another.” Now he was so deep inside you the bell muffled against your body. CLUNK. CLUNK. CLUNK.

“So - mmm! - you’re d-desperate for me?” you said teasingly against the cold tile.

“La mia diavoletta pensa di essere così intelligente, eh? È ora che chiudi la bocca.” With that he fucked into you so hard, so fast, you couldn’t say another word. He pushed your head against the floor roughly, your cheek pressed against the cool marble so hard you could feel the grout indent. He nearly knocked the breath out of you as he hit your g-spot perfectly each time, a relentless grip on the back of your head.

“Ohhh - !” you moaned as he rammed into you over and over. CLUNKCLUNKCLUNKCLUNK. He was thrusting faster, riding out his orgasm, his nails digging deeper into your hips.

“Fuck - I’m going to - cum - Sorella - !” He pounded into you, tapering off his speed as he came, his cock twitching a final time before he slumped over your back, breathing heavily.

“Satanas,” he breathed, his chest heaving wildly as he pulled out, your body shuddering under him at the loss. You heard the snap of latex and the condom hitting the trash can liner.

You turned around and sat down, leaning against the toilet. You watched him untie the mistletoe and take it off, tossing it aside. “So how was it, with that?” you asked, nodding towards the discarded plant.

“Honestly? It was a little itchy. It might just be a novelty.” He tossed himself on his back against the floor. He looked at you, his chest still rising and falling from being out of breath. “How was it for you?”

“Honestly? It was a little itchy,” you repeated. You both smiled and laughed at the absurdity of the situation.

“Come here Sorella, I did not intend to leave you wanting. Hop onto Santa’s lap.”

You crawled over to him and straddled his lap, gazing into his eyes.

“What do you want this year for being such a good little girl?” He asked, caressing your arms and looking at your breasts before flicking his eyes up into yours.

“I want…endless kisses…and a mind-blowing orgasm,” you said, leaning down to kiss him.

He returned the smooch. “Mm, I did not know a present for you would also be a present for me. Come closer and sit on Santa’s face…that’s it, Satanas yes please.”

You moved up his body until you were straddling his face, then delicately lowered your body on him, doing your best to move your skirt out of the way.

He sputtered, spitting out the tulle from his mouth and pulling your hips towards his face again. He batted at the layers of fabric, cursing in Italian, before finding your cunt.

Your eyelids flitted closed as your lips parted in a silent “oh.” He took your clit in his mouth and sucked on it between his lips. He alternated between that and flicking your sensitive bud with the tip of his tongue. You looked down to gaze in his eyes but his face was completely hidden under a green tutu.

You began to buck your hips against his face as he used the flat of his tongue, building up the friction and feeling yourself closing in on orgasm. He switched up and deepened the suction on your clit, flicking his tongue against you simultaneously.

“Oh fuck Terzo - fuck, I’m so close!” You rocked back and forth as you pinched your nipples, heightening the sensation.

His fingernails dug into your hips again as he sped up his ministrations. Grabbing ahold of your waist, he slid you along his mouth faster and faster.

“Oh, Terzo!” you cried out in ecstasy, trembling on your knees above him as you came hard and fast in his mouth. He didn’t let up the motions or the intensity until you pulled away, giggling from the overstimulation. You climbed off of him and sat down next to him, both smiling at one another.

“How are you feeling? Good?” he asked, stroking your thigh.

You nodded your head. “Yes, very. But can I lay down next time? I’ve been on my knees an awful long time.” You both laughed.

“There’s Papa’s little hoe hoe hoe,” he said with a devilish grin. “Of course, amore mio. Anything for you.”

You held onto his hand, playfully caressing all his fingers. “It’s been a very good Christmas so far,” you remarked.

“Mmm. And you haven’t even opened your presents yet.”

“There’s more?”

“What, you thought this was it? No Sorella, go look under the tree.”

You eyed him suspiciously as you stood up, legs still a little shaky. You walked out of the bathroom and into the living room.

You hadn’t noticed the presents under the tree earlier, but there were a few. A lot, actually. Somehow even your gifts for him were under there. One of the ghouls or housekeeping staff must have moved them for you.

One caught your attention - a gold envelope poking out from the middle branches of the tree. You reached inside the tree, accidentally sending the package spilling onto the floor. Two plane tickets splayed out on the floor.

You picked them up in wonder - your name was at the top of one, and his on the other. You walked in a daze over to him.

“You did not truly think I would leave you with just my cock for Christmas, did you?” he said, following you out of the bathroom and now leaning against the wall. “I love you, principessa. I call you princess because to me you are. My sweet little thing. I want to give you the world, my world…would Italy be a good start?”

You flung your arms around him, tears in your eyes. “Yes, Terzo. I think that will be an amazing start.”

[Stay tuned for a continuation of this story!]

Italian to English Translations

(la mia) principessa ((my) princess)

tesorina (little treasure/darling)

amore (mio) ((my) love)

cazzo (fuck)

Stai zitto (Shut up)

Ti stai dimenticando? (Are you forgetting?)

Sorella (Sister/nun)

bella (beautiful)

Una così brava ragazza. (Such a good girl.)

merda (shit)

La mia diavoletta pensa di essere così intelligente, eh? È ora che chiudi la bocca. (My little devil girl thinks she’s so smart, eh? It’s time you shut your mouth.)

Let me know if you’d like to be tagged in any of my future works!

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rainforestakiie · 2 months ago

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I don't know if you watch Demon Slayer or even know what it is????? But what about a Demon Slayer AU of Lucifer and Adam????????

hi, thank you so much for the request and i am so sorry about the long wait! i really liked this idea, i am sure it has been done before, but i had fun writing this.

also, the audacity and disrespect of Adam~

haha

hope you enjoy it~

Lucifer’s head spun violently, his vision warping at the edges as the scorched battlefield of Hell blinked in and out like a broken illusion. He clung to consciousness, but the shadows were creeping in, swallowing his senses one breath at a time. His hooves trembled beneath him, skidding across the waxy, unstable ground that dissolved beneath him without warning.

Suddenly, the terrain morphed, no longer molten and hellish, but ancient and surreal. Doors, old-fashioned and creaking, sprang open beneath his feet, and he plummeted. The world around him twisted into a kaleidoscope of golden fire and ink-black voids. He was weightless, helpless, tossed like a ragdoll through crashing wooden walls and shattered glass. Doors, beams, windows, all slammed against him in a brutal whirlwind, each impact snapping bones that instantly began to heal themselves, only to be broken again. His six wings burned with agony, feathers, white and crimson, bursting into the air like sparks from a dying fire.

Then came the final door, opening above him with a shrill metallic ping. He shot upward, then down again, before slamming into something soft, yet biting cold.

Snow.

Lucifer groaned; his body spread across a bed of fresh, untouched snow. Pain echoed through every nerve; his wings splayed like fallen angel relics beside him. He lay still, the freezing air nipping at his skin while flakes drifted gently from the dark sky above. Basil, his tiny, loyal serpent, had wrapped around one of his horns, shivering slightly, his top hat was gone.

Lucifer shut his glowing red-gold eyes, releasing a pained sigh as his body began its slow, miraculous repair. Bit by bit, the torment dulled, just enough for him to summon what little strength he had left. He rolled onto his back with a grunt, chest heaving, and forced one eye open.

A forest, pitch black, yet blanketed in snow that sparkled under the muted gleam of a moon barely breaking through the heavy clouds. Stars blinked in and out, struggling to pierce the darkness. The silence was thick, eerie, unnatural.

Lucifer sat up slowly, wincing. A movement caught his eye, a deer, half-shrouded in the trees, watching him, his brow furrowed.

Earth?

What in the ever-burning fuck was he doing on Earth?

He barely set foot here anymore. Even when humans summoned him with blood and desperation, he ignored their pitiful pleas. Earth meant nothing to him now. He rubbed his face, groaning, checking on Basil who was still coiled around his horn. Gently, he offered a clawed hand, and the small Eden snake slithered onto his palm.

"You, okay?" he whispered.

The serpent hissed softly in response.

“Yeah… same,” Lucifer muttered, unfastening his white coat and slipping Basil into the striped, red-and-white pocket of his vest. Once his companion was safely hidden away, he rose to his hooves with a grimace. Snow crunched beneath him, a strange, soft texture he wasn't used to, foreign and unwelcome.

He spread his six wings carefully, examining the damage. A few feathers were missing, but nothing permanent. His wings were forged in greater fires than his siblings’, they would endure.

With a slow breath, he raised one hoof and stomped it into the snow.

He waited and nothing.

No golden portal, no familiar hum of magic pulling him back to Hell.

Lucifer stilled; his brows arched high. He waited again, listening, reaching, but all he heard was the wind whispering through the trees. No pulse of Hell, no cry of Sinner souls, no warmth from the Realm of Pride, his kingdom, his curse.

This was wrong, utterly wrong.

Lucifer opened his mouth, then closed it again, words failing him for once in his immortal life. What now? If he couldn’t return to Hell, what the hell was he supposed to do? He didn’t know what kind of portal had ripped him from his realm and spat him out here like a discarded coin. Never before had he been taken without consent, dragged through dimensions like some damned puppet. The sheer disrespect of it stung deeper than he'd admit and yet... there was no one around. No summoner in sight.

His eyes narrowed. Who summons the Devil and doesn’t even bother to show up? What kind of human could pull something like this off, and why? What did they want from him?

Lucifer let out a snarl of frustration. Snow crunched beneath his hooves as he shifted, he hated snow. He didn’t even know how to walk in it properly, let alone travel miles in it. It was wet, cold, unpredictable, nothing like the scorched earth of his kingdom. With a groan, he dragged a clawed hand down his face, while his others rested on his slim hips.

“I don’t have time for this shit,” he muttered darkly. “There’s a goddamn war going on. Charlie’s in danger. I should be there, not stuck up here, freezing my ass off.”

Ever since Adam had been killed in Hell, everything had spiralled into madness. Heaven, furious over the loss of their golden child, had launched a full-scale holy war. Not just the Ring of Humility, all of Heaven’s forces had come marching down with blades blessed by the Throne itself. Lucifer had never imagined the day his twin brother, Michael, would descend with divine fury, declaring war on his own flesh and blood.

Never imagined he’d try to smite him with their Father’s blessing.

It was a betrayal so deep it carved through centuries of bitterness and still managed to bleed.

Even before Michael’s descent, Lilith had returned to Hell, trying to shut down the Hotel and silence Charlie’s dream before it took root. It didn’t matter that Charlie had proven redemption was possible, that a Sinner could be saved, Heaven had no room for change, no tolerance for rebellion. God himself had thundered with rage, Adam’s death was the final insult, and now, they didn’t send Exterminators.

They sent Wrath.

Divine, burning wrath.

Lucifer’s thoughts were spiraling until…The sound of snow shifting behind him snapped his senses back into focus. His head whipped around, wings flaring wide, feathers bristling with danger. His horns lengthened, his eyes blazing red and gold as his lips peeled back to reveal sharp, glinting teeth.

He froze.

There was a man, half-hidden in the shadows of the trees, standing still as stone. The two of them locked eyes.

Neither moved, neither spoke.

Lucifer’s breath caught.

The stranger looked young, barely an adult, with a face unmarked by time. No beard, no lines, no history carved into his skin. Yet something about him twisted the Devil’s insides. Because Lucifer knew that face. Knew it as well as his own.

Adam.

But... it wasn’t quite him.

Adam was different, his skin was sun-kissed, his body lean and muscular beneath a strange, dark military uniform tinted with crimson. His black hair was tousled, streaked at the ends with red, as if dipped in fire. His eyes, green, glowing, strange, were wide and alert, the whites seeming to shimmer like frost.

On his cheek, a flame-like mark mirrored Lucifer’s own, almost as if it had been meant to. His entire presence felt... warped. Familiar, yet utterly foreign and then there was the box, the large wooden box strapped to his back, radiating something strange, something... alive.

Lucifer’s wings twitched. The scent coming from the box made his nose wrinkle.

The figure looked human.

Lucifer narrowed his eyes further, stepping into full view. His voice was hushed, breathless with disbelief. “...Adam? You’re... alive?”

That was all he managed before Adam moved.

A blur, a blink.

Water.

A powerful jet of water surged forward, fast as lightning, aimed directly at Lucifer’s chest. Instinct kicked in, he leapt backward, wings thrusting him into the air as the stream crashed into the snow where he’d stood.

Eyes wide, Lucifer watched as the source of the attack shimmered in the moonlight, not Adam himself, but the katana in his hands. The blade gleamed with crimson light, pulsing with energy far from mortal.

Lucifer hovered, stunned.

“Adam? Since when could you do that?” he asked, genuinely intrigued but deep down, something twisted in his gut, something was very, very wrong.

Instead of answering, Adam launched into motion.

His feet dug into the snow, sending a spray of white behind him as he shot upward like a bullet. Both hands gripped the hilt of his glowing red katana, the blade humming with unnatural power. He twisted in midair, his body spiraling gracefully, and suddenly, a wheel of water exploded from the blade, a spiraling torrent of force rushing straight toward Lucifer.

Lucifer gasped, eyes wide, wings snapping out in alarm. He twisted his body mid-flight, narrowly dodging the crashing wheel of water. It sliced past him with a roar, carving a deep, steaming scar into the snowy earth below.

“Adam! What are you doing?!” Lucifer cried; his voice sharp with disbelief as he flapped backward. “Where the hell are we? Is this even Earth?!”

Adam didn’t answer.

He landed lightly in the snow, feet barely making a sound, and then, with another burst of energy, he lunged again. His blade shimmered, glowing like moonlight on a river. Lucifer saw the form shift, Second Form: Water Wheel, and ducked just in time, the katana slicing the air inches above his horns.

“Talk to me!” Lucifer yelled, wings flaring for lift. “Is this some twisted punishment? Did Heaven do this? What happened to you?! Where’s your damn guitar? Where’s the heavy punk music you blasted through Hell like a banshee?!”

Still nothing, only the swoosh of another strike. Another graceful arc of blade and water.

“What’s with the get-up?!”

Lucifer dodged, barely, his hooves skidded across the snow, wet slush soaking into the seams of his trousers. This was ridiculous. Adam moved like a warrior, no, a hunter, his style elegant, deadly, not the wild, loud-mouthed nuisance Lucifer remembered.

“And what’s with the uniform?! Since when are you into Asian culture?!” Lucifer shouted, circling in the air.

Adam didn’t blink, didn’t laugh. He didn’t recognize him.

“Adam!” Lucifer screamed, now desperate. “Answer me!”

Another burst of movement, and this time, Lucifer had had enough.

With a powerful beat of his six wings, he shot downward like a falcon. Snow erupted around him as he landed directly atop the wooden box strapped to Adam’s back, his hooves barely finding balance. His wings curled protectively around him.

“Adam, stop! It’s me, Lucifer!”

For the first time, a reaction.

Adam froze, then panicked. His entire body jerked as he twisted violently, trying to shake Lucifer off the box. His movements were frantic, desperate, nothing like the practiced, calm strikes from earlier. It was no longer about killing. It was about protecting.

Lucifer’s eyes widened. “What the hell are you hiding in there?”

Before he could finish, Adam flipped.

Lucifer was thrown into the air, tumbling backward in a blur of white and gold and then…

Flames.

A burst of searing fire erupted from Adam’s blade, roaring through the snow-dusted trees. Lucifer barely managed to twist mid-air, wings shielding his face as he crashed into the snow a distance away. Behind him, blackened trunks smouldered, flames crackling where snow should’ve melted them out.

Lucifer coughed and looked up, stunned.

“Adam…” he said softly, rising to his hooves. “Don’t you recognize me?”

Adam stood, blade pointed down, smoke curling from the katana’s edge. His dark green eyes locked onto Lucifer’s and finally, he spoke.

“I don’t know any Lucifer,” he said coldly. “And I won’t be fooled by some that looks like a clown.”

Lucifer blinked. “A… demon?”

Adam’s eyes narrowed. “You think I haven’t seen your kind before? Those flashy ones. It's all the same tricks. I don’t know what kind of clown-bird demon you are, but I will fulfil my duty.”

Duty? What duty? Wait a minute – clowns?!

Lucifer stared in pure offense, his wings twitching.

“A clown-bird demon?! Are you kidding me? I’m not a demon, I’m an Angel! You know that!”

Adam actually laughed, bitter and sharp. “Angels don’t exist.”

Lucifer opened his mouth to scream back, pointing furiously at himself, and then froze. His brain caught up to the words.

Angels don’t exist.

Coming from Adam.

Lucifer felt the world shift, just a fraction, just enough to make his gut twist.

Adam, the Adam, the First Man. The one shaped from dust, born in Eden, God’s favourite. The one who'd walked with angels.

Lucifer’s voice fell to a whisper. “Maybe... you’re not my Adam. Maybe this isn’t my Earth at all…”

“Adam, listen to me!” Lucifer shouted, wings beating the snow around them into blinding white clouds as he twisted away from another attack, this one fiery, a bright, searing arc of flame roaring inches past his face.

Sun Breathing.

Lucifer barely had time to shout a curse before dodging again, his wings tucking in as he rolled across the snow, scorching heat licking at his feathers.

“What the actual, Adam, since when could you use sunlight as a weapon?! Where the hell did you even learn this crap?!”

Adam didn’t answer, his blade flashed again, blinding in the daylight, streaking toward Lucifer’s neck with burning intensity.

“I am an Angel!” Lucifer snarled, flipping into the air, wings carrying him above the burning trees. “From another world! A real one! With Heaven, Hell, God! All of it!”

Adam launched upward after him, slashing his sword in a circular motion, Solar Halo Dragon Dance. Lucifer yelped, barely dodging the flaming dragon-like spiral that hissed and curled around him mid-air.

“Don’t you recognize my wings?!” he shouted, flaring all six of them in a golden, blinding array of light. “Doesn’t this mean something?!”

Adam faltered, only for a second. His sword lowered a fraction, Lucifer saw it.

“You know that no demon has wings like this, Adam! You!”

Adam shrugged. “So? Demons lie. You think wings make you holy? I’ve seen worse tricks from lesser fiends. Maybe you’re just a high-rank manipulator, you’ve clearly studied humans long enough to mimic them.”

Lucifer’s jaw dropped.

“Manipulator?! Are you always this difficult?!”

And he’d had enough.

With a flash of speed and grace honed over eons, Lucifer dived, catching Adam completely off guard. His foot slammed into Adam’s chest, sending him skidding backward through the snow. The box on his back flew loose, tumbling across the clearing, landing with a heavy thud beside a tree.

Adam gasped, spinning toward it. “No!”

Lucifer was faster, he lunged, tackling Adam before he could reach the box. They hit the ground hard, Lucifer straddling Adam’s chest, pressing him down with unnatural strength. Snow exploded outward as they crashed, wings folding tight around them.

Adam thrashed, reaching out desperately for his katana, but Lucifer’s serpentine tail lashed out, grabbing the sword and hurling it deep into the trees.

“Calm down!” Lucifer growled, his face inches from Adam’s. “I’m not trying to hurt you. I’m not a demon. I’m trying to talk!”

Adam’s breath hitched, his green eyes wide with fury and panic. “You just want to eat me, don’t you?” he spat.

“What?! Eat you?! What the fuck are you on about?!” Lucifer blinked owlishly, shaking his head. “No! I’m lost, I’m from another dimension and-“

But before he could ask anything else, something shifted beneath him, a rhythm. A heartbeat. Lucifer froze, frowning as he looked down. He could feel it, Adam’s heart pounding beneath his palms, fast and strong and real.

Too real.

And in a moment of frustration, he leaned in closer, pressing against Adam’s chest and snarled, “Stop being childish and listen to me! My name is Lucifer Morningstar. I’m an Angel, an Archangel, in fact, of God Himself.”

He deliberately left out the fallen part, and the whole King of Hell thing.

Adam’s eyes narrowed, jaw twitching.

A force slammed into Lucifer’s side, hard….fuck. It was ungodly hard!

Lucifer let out a strangled cry as he was hurled backward, snow exploding beneath him. His wings spasmed, feathers scattering as he crashed into a tree with a sickening thud. Pain bloomed through his ribs like fire, raw, real, too real. He curled his arm around his side, wheezing through clenched teeth.

What the hell was that?

He pushed himself up, groaning, until a shadow fell over him, and everything stopped.

Standing above him was a girl. Not just a girl, something else entirely.

She had porcelain skin that shimmered in the cold light, fangs gleaming like polished ivory beneath her parted lips. Her frame was slender but coiled with a strange, elegant strength. Her nails, long, razor-sharp, gleamed in hues of light pink fading to a deep rose at the tips. Her hair spilled down her back in waves of violet that turned fiery orange at the elbows, crimped into bold ridges that shifted with every breath of wind. It swept dramatically across her face, casting one pale purple eye into shadow. The other eye shimmered, its iris rimmed with glowing pink, slit pupil narrowing as it focused on him.

Her gaze was both beautiful and terrifying.

She wore a pale pink kimono patterned in delicate hemp leaves, the fabric fluttering around her legs like petals in the snow. Layered beneath it were softer shades—white and rose—cut to let her move freely. A crimson and white-checkered sash hugged her waist, tied with threads of orange and green. Draped over her shoulders was a dark brown haori that billowed like a storm cloud as she moved, and strapped to her face, until now, was a bamboo muzzle.

"Emily! Stop!" Adam’s voice broke through the air, ragged and desperate as he staggered upright behind her.

Emily?! As in the Angel?!

Lucifer’s eyes widened as the girl, Emily, began to change.

Her muscles tensed and expanded, her body growing taller, stronger. Her hair stretched, cascading to the ground in waves of violet flame. With a sharp snap, the muzzle dropped into the snow, revealing fangs far longer, and far more deadly, than before. A single white horn erupted from her forehead, cracked and jagged like lightning frozen in bone. Dark veins crept across her face like cracks in stained glass. Around her left eye, they bloomed in a furious pattern, and crawling across her limbs, her chest, her throat, vines of red and green danced beneath her skin, glowing with a strange and terrible power.

Lucifer’s breath hitched. What the fuck?! This wasn’t the Emily he remembered, this wasn’t an angel.

Lucifer threw his arms up, wings flaring wide in a desperate shield, just as Emily’s foot slammed into him with monstrous force. He was launched through the air, crashing through another tree like a comet. Bark exploded; snow surged upward. His scream was swallowed by the forest.

He hit the ground hard, choking on pain. Something was wrong, deeply, dreadfully wrong. This wasn’t heavenly strength. This was something twisted. Something demonic but that couldn't be. Emily was supposed to be his successor in Heaven.

Not… this.

Not this creature who could crush him like a twig.

Lucifer gasped, trying to move, but his limbs barely obeyed. His body trembled. What is she?

"Emily!" Adam’s voice echoed again, sharp with fear. "That's enough! I'm fine, he didn't hurt me!"

Lucifer lay there, barely able to breathe, his vision swimming with snowflakes and shards of memory but one thing was clear, Emily was no longer the same girl and he was no longer safe. He was weaker than her now!

Lucifer stumbled through the snow, each breath ragged, each movement laced with agony. He dodged left, then right, barely avoiding Emily as she darted after him like a streak of flame and fury. Her laugh echoed through the trees, a sound that danced between playful and threatening but her narrowed, violet eyes told a different story. They were locked on him with razor-sharp intent.

It hit him then, she wasn’t chasing him for fun.

She was trying to protect Adam.

If he didn’t stop her now, she was going to do real damage, maybe worse. Lucifer didn’t want to believe she could kill him... but she might come close.

With no time to think, he launched himself into the air, wings slicing through the cold wind. His boots kicked off from the snow in a sharp burst. Emily lunged; fingers outstretched, but she didn’t follow.

Lucifer’s eyes widened in realization; she couldn’t fly. Her wings, if she even had them here, were gone.

Perfect.

He bolted through the sky in a streak of white and gold, soaring over the treetops and making a sharp descent. The moment his boots hit the snow again, he landed before Adam with a heavy thud.

Adam turned, startled, barely able to say a word.

Lucifer didn’t give him the chance.

With a sudden grip, he fisted the front of Adam’s jacket and yanked him close, then slammed their mouths together in a desperate, fierce kiss. Adam froze, breath caught in his throat, tension locking his body as golden light shimmered and bloomed around them like a protective veil.

Behind them, snow crunched, heavy, and fast.

The chill that ran up Lucifer’s spine wasn’t from the cold, it was her. He pulled back quickly, shoving Adam away. Adam stumbled over his own feet, falling backward onto the ground, blinking in shock.

Lucifer spun to face her.

Emily was no longer simply dangerous, she looked possessed. The flames now danced around her legs in swirling hues of pink and violet, flickering unnaturally.

"Oi!" Lucifer shouted, raising his clawed hands in warning. "Stop! If you attack me again, you’ll be hurting-"

He didn’t finish and Emily’s kick landed square in his chest, knocking the air from his lungs and sending him skidding across the snow. He howled in pain, curling into himself, until another cry echoed behind him.

Adam.

Lucifer twisted to look. Adam was on his knees, clutching his stomach, face pale and contorted.

Emily had frozen. Her eyes, those sharp, glowing slits, widened with confusion, locked onto Adam. Her foot twitched, like she didn’t believe what had just happened.

Lucifer coughed and forced himself onto his side, grimacing.

"As I was saying," he wheezed, "Any pain you inflict on me... Adam feels it too."

Emily’s expression cracked. Her jaw trembled, in a blur of motion, she grabbed Lucifer by the front of his coat and yanked him up, dragging him nose to nose. Her hands trembled, not from weakness, but from something else.

She opened her mouth, but no words came. Instead, a small, broken whimper escaped her lips. Something soft, fragile, almost childlike.

She shook him, hard.

Lucifer's head snapped back and forth like a rag doll in her grip.

He groaned in disbelief, limbs flailing. "Bloody hell," he muttered. "How is she this strong?!"

Adam groaned, clutching his middle as he waved a shaky hand through the air. “E-Emily, stop, stop! I’m gonna-”

But the warning came too late. He buckled forward and vomited into the snow.

In an instant, Emily released Lucifer and darted to Adam’s side, a distressed series of whines and chirps tumbling from her lips as she dropped to her knees. Her hands hovered uselessly, unsure where to touch, how to help.

Lucifer slumped back onto the snow with a huff, rubbing his bruised chest and watching the strange scene unfold before him. His brows arched in disbelief as Emily’s body began to shift again, shrinking, softening, becoming small and childlike. Her demonic form melted away like mist at dawn. Her once-too small kimono now draped over her in oversized folds, drowning her, as she knelt by Adam, no longer a fierce protector, but a tiny girl lost in oversized sleeves.

What in all realms…? Lucifer blinked. Was this the same terrifying force that had launched him through half the forest?

Adam wiped his mouth and offered a gentle pat to her head. “I’m okay, really,” he whispered, voice hoarse but full of warmth. “Thank you for protecting me.”

Emily’s face lit up, her wide, amethyst eyes shimmered with pride, sparkling like stars peeking through a storm.

Reaching into his coat pocket, Adam pulled out what looked like a fresh bamboo muzzle. With slow, practiced hands, he fastened it back around Emily’s face, adjusting the straps behind her head. She didn’t resist. Instead, she let out a muffled hum, eyes following him as he crawled toward a wooden box discarded nearby, one Lucifer now noticed had been left open.

Emily followed on all fours, whining softly through the muzzle.

Adam gently lifted the box’s lid. “I’ll be fine, Em,” he said soothingly. “But you need to rest. After… all that.”

He gestured around them, the forest was in tatters, snow upturned, branches shattered, scorch marks carved into the earth. Emily blinked slowly, like a child waking from a dream, taking in the destruction she had caused.

Adam placed a tender hand on her head, stroking her hair like a big brother comforting his little sister. “It’s okay,” he murmured. “You don’t have to worry anymore.”

Before climbing into the box, Emily cast Lucifer a narrow, suspicious glare. He raised his hands in mock surrender, she didn’t look convinced. With a final huff, she crawled inside, squirmed a bit to get comfortable, then settled in, eyes fluttering shut behind the muzzle.

Adam smiled softly, brushing his hand over her hair once more. He lowered the lid gently, leaned against the box, and exhaled hard.

“…Fuck,” he muttered. “That really hurt.”

Lucifer snorted, unable to stop the crooked smile tugging at his lips. “Imagine how I felt. That thing kicked me across the forest like a rag doll.”

“That thing is my little sister. Her name is Emily.” Adam’s expression darkened, and he fixed Lucifer with a pointed glare.

Lucifer’s smirk faded. He blinked. “Sister?” he echoed. “She’s… your sister?”

Adam rolled his eyes and staggered upright, still rubbing at his ribs. “Yes. Now,” he said, turning to Lucifer, “I think you owe me some answers. If you’re not a demon, then what the hell are you? And what did you do to me back there?”

Lucifer leaned back into the snow with a tired sigh, staring up at the grey sky.

“I’m an Angel,” he said flatly.

Adam raised an eyebrow. “Right. And I’m an Upper Moon, Angels don’t exist.”

Lucifer flinched, jaw tightening, but he didn’t rise. He didn’t even argue, his voice was quiet, distant��but also, what the fuck was an Upper Moon? Adam said it like Lucifer was meant to know what that was!

“I am an Angel but I’m not from this world.”

Adam stared down at him like Lucifer was stupid…maybe he was.

Lucifer finally looked up, golden eyes catching the faint light. “I’m from another dimension.”

~#~

Adam sat back on his heels in front of Lucifer; arms folded tightly across his chest. The box at his side sat quiet, unmoving. His eyes were closed, brow furrowed, like he was trying to piece together a puzzle that refused to fit. Lucifer stared at him with rising desperation. Honestly, if Adam didn’t believe him, he had no idea what he'd do next, there were no more cards left to play.

At last, Adam opened his eyes and fixed him with a steady, unreadable gaze.

“I don’t know if I believe all of that,” he said slowly. “It’s a bit… far-fetched.”

Lucifer scowled. “Far-fetched?” he echoed, incredulous. “As far-fetched as carrying around a tiny murder-goblin in a wooden box?”

Adam shot him a sharp look, and Lucifer groaned, dragging both hands through his golden hair in frustration.

“What don’t you believe?!” he demanded. “Look at me! I’m literally an Angel! I’m not even from this world, I don’t know anything about these demons you keep talking about!”

Adam’s eyes dropped to Lucifer’s legs, hoofed and inhuman. His gaze slowly climbed, pausing on the horns curling from Lucifer’s head. Realizing what Adam was looking at, Lucifer let out a soft hiss and willed them to retract with a flicker of golden light. They disappeared into his scalp like they’d never been there.

“You look like a demon,” Adam said quietly.

Lucifer opened his mouth to argue, but Adam lifted a hand, cutting him off before he could begin.

“I get it, kind of,” Adam muttered. “I’ve never seen a demon like you before. If you were one, the Hashira would’ve told us something, maybe you’re new? But even then… you’re not strong enough to be an Upper Moon. Maybe a Lower Moon at best but I don’t see Muzan keeping you around like that.”

Lucifer blinked. “Muzan?” He frowned. The name scratched at his ears like a stone dragged across glass. “Who the fuck is Muzan?”

“Exactly.” Adam let out a long, exhausted sigh. “You don’t even know who Muzan is. If you were a demon, you’d know the Demon King, that’s like… basic demon 101. Which just makes all of this harder to believe.”

Lucifer sat up straighter, eyes gleaming. “So, it works in my favour then!” he exclaimed, only to stop short, his expression crumpling into irritation. “Wait, hold on. Muzan is your Demon King? What type of name is that? You said Angels don’t exist here, so what is he? A human turned demon?”

Adam nodded slowly, clearly sceptical.

Lucifer’s jaw tightened, his voice dropping with venom. “You think I’m weak? So weak that this Muzan guy would just throw me out?”

Adam didn’t answer.

Lucifer growled, eyes flashing. “I am the Demon King where I come from!” he snapped, then instantly froze, the words still hanging in the cold air.

Shit.

Adam blinked, stunned, he tilted his head, looking at Lucifer like he’d just claimed to be the tooth fairy.

“Sure, you are,” he said dryly.

Lucifer groaned, rubbing his face in pure agony. “I am! I’m the King of Hell! A fallen Archangel! I gave humans the apple of knowledge, I brought sin into the world!”

“Mhm. Totally. I believe you.” Adam sighed and waved him off with a dismissive hand.

Even the box that was supposed to be containing a sleeping Emily, let out a rather amused scoffed, showing she was listening and agreed with her big brother.

Oh, you little brat!

“No, you don’t!” Lucifer practically screamed. In a flash, he grabbed Adam’s arm, eyes wide and wild. “I’m not lying! I’m not weak, I’m powerful!”

Adam suddenly slapped a hand over Lucifer’s mouth.

His body went rigid, eyes snapping upward, his emerald gaze sharpened, flaring with alarm.

Lucifer blinked, the shift was instant and intense. All at once, Adam had gone completely still. Too still.

Something was wrong. Lucifer slowly peeled Adam’s hand from his face, voice dropping to a whisper.

“What is it?” he asked, curiously.

“Shut up,” Adam hissed, rising to his feet with a dangerous quiet. “They’ll kill you before you even blink.”

Lucifer’s brow arched in confusion, but before he could respond, the air around them seemed to thicken, a heavy weight settling into the atmosphere. The ground beneath their feet trembled slightly, and something, no, someone, landed atop a branch of the nearby tree. The movement was effortless, unsettling in its grace.

“Hello~” a soft, detached voice rang out, too cold, too distant, sending an involuntary shiver down Lucifer’s spine.

It was a voice that carried no warmth, no humanity, just an eerie emptiness. Lucifer’s hair stood on end as he instinctively tilted his head, his gaze rising to meet the eyes of the creature above him. They were familiar, but so wrong, so wrong, that they almost made him want to look away.

A woman stood on the branch; her presence haunting. Slender and pale, she stared down at them with hollow eyes, purple, fading into an empty gradient, like the void itself had replaced her pupils. They were insectile in their strange, unblinking stillness, her lips were painted a soft rose pink, but they were as still and cold as the rest of her.

Her raven-black hair cascaded in soft, wavy strands that darkened into a deep purple hue at the ends. It was styled neatly in the back, twisted into a flat yakai-maki bun, secured with a delicate butterfly ornament of white, turquoise, and pale purple. Two long, golden curls framed her sharp, calculating face, falling all the way down to her waist, a silent curtain of golden beauty.

The woman was dressed in a dark purple Demon Slayer uniform, the jacket buttoned with golden clasps, the collar standing tall and unyielding. Her long sleeves billowed slightly in the cold air, and her left breast bore a subtle, well-placed pocket. Her tabi socks were dark purple, matching the long, sagging tattsuke hakama pants that billowed at the waist and tapered to her lower legs, where the pants were wrapped in white butterfly-patterned Kyahan, fading gently to turquoise and pink. White ribbons fastened them with delicate precision.

Over this, she wore a haori, pristine and white, with wings embroidered along the hem. The pattern of Monarch butterfly wings graced the fabric, fading into the same gentle gradient from purple to turquoise to pink that seemed to follow her every movement. Black and white dotted trim framed the cuffs and edges, adding an eerie sharpness to her ethereal appearance. White zōri sandals adorned her feet, and Lucifer knew they concealed a blade beneath the right sole, hidden yet ever-present.

From the shadows beneath the same towering tree, a new figure emerged, a girl of petite stature yet radiating an undeniable presence. Her eyes, large and gentle, glowed with a deep, haunting red, framed by thick, dark lashes that only intensified the intensity of her gaze. Her lips, the colour of ripe berries, stood in striking contrast to her alabaster skin, soft and almost ethereal.

Her long, fiery red hair cascaded in wild, thick curls, igniting the air around her with its vibrant hue. Tied neatly to one side in a loose ponytail, the strands were fastened with a delicate butterfly ornament, pink and green, shimmering in the faint light.

She wore a version of the same uniform, but hers was tinted with a soft, alluring red, as if kissed by the flames themselves. The knee-length pleated skirt flowed elegantly with her movements, a graceful departure from the usual hakama pants. Over her shoulders, she draped a short white cloak, fastened with a dark red knot that seemed to pulse with power. Her feet were clad in knee-high, lace-up boots, white with tan soles, heels, and toes, practical yet elegant, grounding her in a quiet strength.

Lucifer’s eyes flickered between the two women, his mind struggling to grasp the reality of the situation. Awe and disbelief fought for dominance in his chest. How could two such figures, so striking, so impossibly beautiful, appear before him? The air around him seemed to crackle with their combined energy, leaving him breathless and uncertain of what would come next.

“Lilith?” Lucifer’s voice cracked like ice under pressure. “…Eve?”

The moment their name left his lips, the air seemed to freeze. Lilith’s gaze turned to him, cold and piercing, and Lucifer immediately regretted speaking.

A chill unlike anything he had ever known crawled down his spine. Her stare, so piercing, so knowing, made him feel small, helpless, as if he were a child lost in the woods, caught under the gaze of a predator. The weight of her presence was suffocating, suffused with ancient power that pulsed beneath her calm exterior.

He shuddered involuntarily, his instincts flaring. Desperately, he shuffled back toward the box, awkwardly crawling toward it as if the little monster inside could protect him. As if, somehow, the fragile box could shield him from the overwhelming force of the creature before him but it was pointless. The woman, Lilith, was no longer just a figure from his past. She was something else entirely, something far more dangerous.

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