Devil Nightmares
Space Riders AU - @onyxonline
Eve Ewe, Bolt - @lavendersartistry
(CW/TW: nightmares, panic attack)
This is an angst/comfort fic for onyxonline's Space Riders AU! This is mainly centered my OCs Eve Ewe and Bolt! Please check Oynx out, their work is super cool!
Although the skies of the galaxies were forever a sunset to nightfall, it was no later than 9 in the planet of the Lilim.
Its princess, Eve, resigned to her chambers in the west palace, the planet's natural flora greeting her as she entered the room. She took a moment to touch the lotuses in the lily pond close to her balcony, enjoying their fresh and sweet scent.
She looked out to the windows and glanced at the stars and the faraway planets. She took a moment to remember how she and her sister tried counting how many planets there were and how many would soon come to their world in the following years. Now, that time had stopped.
Now, Eve would become a queen and her sister to be general their planet's military.
Eve quickly shook the thought and began to settle for the night. Her favorite book was at the edge of the other side, the portraits of her parents and grandmother looking back at how she had grown. She couldn't help but smile at how proud they could be while they watch over her with their goddess.
With a quick, soft clap of her hands, her lights dimmed as she hurried into bed. Then, to dream.
...........
The unnerving void of nothingness felt like eyes were on Eve that watched her every move. She felt cold, yet she couldn't shiver nor try to exhale the coldness.
Red smoke clouded her view and it felt potent to her senses to even try to breathe in, so she kept her mouth closed. Eve kept walking on, to at least find a exit to this strange place.
Then.
A hand. Then another. Then more. All, so many, grabbed at her as whispers echoed in her ears.
"Join him." "He will bring us salvation." "He is our God."
And Eve ran. Ran far away from whatever was trying to lead her astray. She couldn't look back, not when she could feel those creatures, those voices, right behind her.
It felt like a loop, a never-ending hall to nowhere, no escape. Eve was starting to feel hopeless, like there was no one to come for her. She was vulnerable, easy to take and to indoctrinate. She couldn't even bear to look as the voices captured her and a long, lanky hand reached out for her as the sufferable red smoke corrupted her mind and her soul.
...........
Eve never thought she could scream so loudly. She was in brink of sweat as tears rolled down her face and her hands shook violently.
Her chamber doors opened immediately as the dark wolf critter, her guard Bolt, looked at her with concern.
"Princess? You screamed. Are you-"
Bolt took a moment to realize how she was clutching onto her evening blouse tightly and her breathing rapid. He rushed to her side and kneeled.
"Can you hold my hands?"
Eve turned to him and quickly grabbed his hands as she looked down to her lap.
Bolt didn't clutch her hands nor fully held them. He knew she needed room as he did what he could to get her back calm. He spoke softly, never looking away.
"Good, princesa. Now breathe with me."
The dark wolf critter demonstrated first as his paws rubbed her hands to soothe her shakiness a little. Eve listened to him and started to take deep breaths, the shakiness in her voice slowly soothing away.
"Good, good. Now, tell me what do you see."
Eve's eyes glanced around her chambers before opening her mouth to speak despite her screaming earlier created a painful sensation to her throat.
"I... I see the lotuses.."
"What else do you see?"
"I see you.."
Bolt nodded softly as he sat up and guided her to the lily pond, his eyes on her. The two sat down at the edge, the lotuses gliding in the water.
He kept his eyes on the princess and held her close, his paw and her hand intertwined. With a small exhale, he softly sang a old song.
Seas invite in the evening sun,
To light the somber abyss.
Clouds dance up with the heavens stars,
Chanting an air of joyous bliss.
Water fades back from blue to jade,
Guiding young rainbows high.
Flowers bloom in to reds and whites,
Quenching our hearts as they run dry.
Angels chained,
By a beast locked in slumber.
Sin washed away,
By the swift flow of time.
I may know the answers,
Journey over snow and sand.
What twist of fate has brought us,
To tread upon this land?
Bolt looked down at Eve, noticing how she had gotten calmer after his song. He rest his chin on top of her head as his paws gently went through her hair.
Whatever her dream was, whatever had frightened her like this, was now a priority to discover.
The dark wolf critter looked down at her with a soft, small smile.
"Don't worry, my princess. Nothing will happen to you or our home as long as I am here and our friends."
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(maybe part one hehe)
what if Ajax couldn't transform out of his Foul Legacy form after crawling back out of the Abyss.
his claws hurt, body aching from the climb and various freshly-healed wounds. but he's out- he's back, the sun of Snezhnaya shining and glittering on the snow like diamonds- which means home can't be that far away, and with it, safety and warmth.
he doesn't question why he feels so empty, even knowing home was almost in his grasp. perhaps it's the exhaustion- yes, that must be it. a little rest and he'll be right as rain.
but when he finally reaches home, his family simply screams at his monstrous appearance, his siblings hiding behind his mother and his father brandishing a blade at him. Ajax tries to tell them, tries to cry out that it's him, Ajax! but his father simply yells and forces him back, pressed into a corner until marching boots arrive at the house, the Fatui agents led by a masked man with blue hair and a cruel smile.
Ajax shrieks and sobs as Il Dottore drags him away, Abyssal form somehow no match for the mad doctor, and his family watches in relief and hatred. with a harrowing cry he tries to call for them, first his father, then mother, then his siblings. but eventually he only calls for one person- you, his cherished childhood friend who always protected him from bullies and the harshness of an icy world.
did you even know he was alive? were you sitting in your room, consumed by worry? Archons, he didn't even want to think about the anguished expression you made when you were concerned. with one last sob, all fades to black as Foul Legacy forces his body to shut down.
years later, you've become a Fatuus, the loss of your best friend closing off your heart to the people around you. you're certainly not the most sociable agent, but your work is precise and meticulous, often tasked with trading forms back and forth between the Harbingers.
you've gone to Il Dottore multiple times, but this is the first time he's in his lab when you're looking for him- you've heard that no one is allowed inside unless given permission, and quietly you shift your feet, staring at the door until you finally work up the nerve to knock.
a voice from within ushers you inside, and you shove open the door, papers clutched in your hands. Dottore greets you, characteristic grin splashed across his face, leaving his experiment to take the papers from your hands. as he's flipping through the forms you silently peak around him, eyes widening ever-so-slightly when you see the enormous creature on the operation table, dark blood splattered with stars seeping from various wounds. it's breathing heavily, tiny whimpers slipping out at every movement, and suddenly the monster's head lolls to the side and claps its gaze onto you.
the beast lets out a strangled cry, struggling at the restraints and letting out pained yelps and whines whenever it moves, and instinctively you back away. Dottore turns and tsks, showing you to the door and shaking his head towards the creature like it's a disobedient child. you try to ignore the heightening screams as the doctor gently shoves you out the door and waves goodbye, and you begin walking back to your station, shaking with fear.
in the lab, Ajax sobs with grief as you leave, the doctor standing over him and shaking his head, before the sight of a syringe in his hand beats Ajax's Abyssal instincts back into submission.
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