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Any fellpoth truthers wanna be my friend 💔

Enjoy this fuckass little oneshot of how I think Lotus and Rurik met or idek. It’s currently acting as the prologue I’m writing for a Fic of them sooo ye. Please forgive any errors lol

Lotus can’t feel the wall behind his back. He can’t feel the ice that glazes over his fingertips. The hood that covers his face. The only thing he knows in this moment is the fact that he should be dead. Dead and dusted and put out of his misery.

Instead, a bird monster shivers beside him, breathing their last breath before dusting away. His soul pounds in his ear and he can’t tell if the loud drum is magic pumping through his bones or someone’s footsteps approaching.

That’s when he sees them.

Dark boots reveal themselves concerningly close to his body, making him shift his head oh so slightly to get a better view. There isn’t one. They’re speaking to him, probably taunting and mocking him, but he gives no response because the drum in his ear is about to burst.

That’s when he feels them.

Gloved hands grab ahold of his chin and maybe it’s best that Death made him so this monster can dust away and leave him alone. But their grip never falters. They tilt his head and suddenly he’s looking up at them. Snow is falling and he swears his neck is snapping off as they continue to speak to him. They stop for a second, waiting for a response and never receiving one.

Suddenly, their other hand is digging through their pocket, pulling a small plastic bag out and struggling to open it. When they can’t, his head is dropped, and he can feel the snap of his spine at the weight of his head. Magic keeps pumping and coursing and more snow falls on him. The snow is green and sparkly and before he knows it, his broken bones are snapped into place and his body is being magically lit on fire. The hand is back on his chin and finally, the drum is quiet.

He winces at the pain of his body being put back together, his eyes screwed shut tight at the familiar sensation of fire and healing drugs.

That’s when he hears them.

He can hear them snort at his pain. “Painful shit, huh?”

He opens his eyes, staring up at his mysterious ‘savior,’ noting the fact that their entire face is covered with a black mask and now that he can focus, he’s realized he can’t see any of their body.

Human or monster, he has no clue as to who this is. They must notice his staring.

“What, you didn’t think you actually got rid of me last time, did you?”

Last time? Lotus keeps his mouth shut, furrowing his brows and trying to think of who the hell this could be. Their hand suddenly comes to their face, and slowly but surely, they take off their mask.

Him.

It’s him.

Again.

Russet star eyes look down at him, the same ones that have been stalking him and staring at him in the dark. Lotus knows damn well who he is. He knows he’s someone sent by his father to kill him or bring him back to the manor, and he can’t help but gag at how much he hates both of those ideas.

Lotus moves his hand slowly towards his scythe. It lays discarded on the floor next to him, dusty and bloody and dull from his previous fight. His fingers twitch as he tries to pull it closer with magic. A black boot moves to crush his wrist.

It crunches under the weight, bones breaking and snapping as he keeps pushing down.

“Y’know, there’s a lot of people that want you dead, Lotus Death.” He begins in that snarky and cold tone that Lotus remembers vividly from when they first ‘met.’

“So many people would pay to have your soul on display in their houses so they can brag to their shitty friends. All because you’re a child of Death.” He drawls on, letting go of Lotus’s wrist, bending down and getting much closer than Lotus would like. His face is still as he reaches into another pocket, never breaking eye contact as he pulls something out.

Lotus can’t help but stare as they slowly bring it closer to him. They tilt his head up and he becomes very aware of something that clicks around his neck.

His mouth gapes in agony as the magic coursing through him stops.

He stops flowing, coursing, and culminating, and suddenly Lotus can’t breathe. He can’t think straight and he’s so dizzy and his whole body falls to the floor as magic escapes him through his mouth. Red magic flows out of him like blood and whatever can’t escape him collects near his neck in whatever is holding him now.

He shuts his eyes and clenches the muscles he doesn’t have as it’s all finally collected in his new piece of jewelry. It makes a loud snapping noise and he swears his head is going to fall off his body as small needles prick into his neck.

“And do you want to know the funny part? Some bitch is trying to scam me out of your life.” He leans against the wall as Lotus convulses below him. “For months, I’ve been working hard to track you down and kill you. I’ve seriously never had to work this hard to kill someone. And that little piece of shit still tries to tell me that he won’t pay any more money for your soul, after all the time I’ve spent! Bullshit, right?” He doesn’t wait for a response.

“But now, I’m officially the only one who has you. The only one who’s been able to corner you and take your death magic away.” He kicks off the wall, looking down and admiring how Lotus twitches and writhes on the floor. Red magic slushes in the snow and he can’t help but be mesmerized. He bends down, wiping stray tears and bone marrow from his victim’s face.

“Look at me, Lotus, I want to make a deal with you.”

Lotus moves his single eye light slowly, locking eyes with him and waiting. “I want to keep you.”

Finally, Lotus breaks his silence.

“…what?”

Lotus glares and can’t help but be disgusted. His stalker just smiles—it’s freakish on his cold face.

“I’ll keep you safe from other people that want you dead. I’ll give you a place to live and money to spend on whatever you want. In return, I need you to listen to me. You do what I tell you to. If I tell you to kill someone, you do. If I tell you to hide a body, you do. If I tell you take the blame, you do.”

He finishes, waiting for a response with that smile that makes Lotus shake more than he already is. Lotus can’t help but laugh at how degrading and inhumane his situation is. “Are you fucking insane? Why the fuck would I ever, ever, willingly become someone’s fucking slave?” He wishes his neck would actually snap now.

“Because if you don’t I’ll just kill you. Or, I could hand you back to your father. From my understanding, you went through a lot of trouble running away. It would definitely be a shame if all that work had been for nothing, wouldn’t it? Accept it, Lotus, you’re powerless.”

Lotus lays on the floor, silently urging his body to just explode so he can die by his own hands. He painfully turns his head away, surprised when he feels nothing trying to turn him back. “Do you really expect me to believe you only want me to kill people? I wont even have my magic; I’ll be useless without it. And do you really think I’m stupid enough to not realize you’re gonna use me for dirty shit? I’m not an idiot. And I’m certainly not a whore that you can use as your personal sex doll…” He trails off.

His stalker is quiet for a moment. “You’ll have your magic,” he finally says. Another moment of silence passes. “And if I ever ask you for anything sexual, you’ll be able to leave. I’ll get you a home wherever you like and I’ll never tell anyone where you are. But I would never, ever, ask you for anything like that. That’s not what I want from you.”

Snow falls and Lotus shivers. What was he supposed to do? No matter how much he wanted to, he couldn’t fight this person. His magic was gone and he hated to admit how much he physically depended on it. How fucked was his life that his only options were to be a slave to his father or a slave to random person?

He closes his eyes, inhaling deeply and finalizing his thoughts.

“Okay,” he starts.

He rolls back over, staring at his new boss. “I’ll go with you.”

Lotus feels hands on his neck. The weird magic blocker clicks and he’s finally free. He can breath again. He can feel his magic again and he feels whole again.

Finally, his stalkers smile is genuine. “Let’s get you patched up then, shall we?”

#Lotus #Rurik #rurik liderc #Fell!Poth #I’ve lowkey never used tumblr to post smh #Took me 10 minutes to make this post help I’m pathetic #Fellpoth people be my friend

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