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eveningstar1516 · 3 years

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Rise of the Demon King ~ Epilogue

Rise of the Demon King

Fic: Multi Chapter Paring: MC x Everyone (Mostly Lucifer) Type: Angst with a Happy Ending Total Word Count: 26,758 TW: Major Character Death, Reader gets stabbed with a sword through their chest so..., Abusive Parents, Past Child Abuse, Demon Hunters, Loss of Control Summary: You’ve done it. You’ve finally done it. You’ve managed to anger the demon king. Now you hold your head high as he hands down your sentence. AO3 Portal: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27065362 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~A/N: I gotta Discord server guys! It's primarily Obey Me but other fandoms are welcome as well. It's kinda baby and dead so me and the other members are looking to revive it and we'd love for you to come join us. A roleplay area is included :) https://discord.gg/F3YEmDZCPS Please remember to read and accept the rules once you join for access to all the channels. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Previously:

I spent that night cuddled close to Lucifer. After I bathed, he tended to my injuries and wrapped my upper back where my top set of wings once were. We layed in bed together, Lucifer holding me protectively against him as we fell asleep to the sound of our heartbeats, beating in sync. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ CHAPTER 13 - Epilogue (3514 words)

“Mmm, Lu?” Gingerly, I opened my eyes. I had woken up to the feeling of someone nuzzling the side of my neck. Opening my eyes, I found that we had shifted into a spooning position in our sleep. His arms were wrapped around my waist and my hands were clasped over his. Lucifer was still asleep, holding on to me tightly. Carefully, I turned over to face him. His expression was relaxed. Sleep melted away any forehead creases making him look infinitely younger. His lips parted ever so slightly as his hair fell over his face, framing it just right. Carefully, as not to wake him, I lifted my hand to tuck some loose strands behind his ear and pecked him on the cheek. Being the notoriously light sleeper he is, Lu stirred at the movement. “Good morning Lu” “Mmm, good morning love” “Did you sleep well?” “Mhm.” Lucifer opened his eyes. The soft morning glow of the Devildom moon cast a soft light over him masking the demonic entity next to me in a celestial glow. His eyes were soft and docile, sleep still apparent. Not wanting to ruin the moment, but also not wanting to miss breakfast and see the rest of the brothers again, I started to shift away.

“Come on Lu, it’s time to get up.” “No. Just a little longer.” Lucifer immediately tightened his hold on me and buried his face into my chest. Letting out a small laugh, I brought my hand to his head and started stroking his hair. He sighed and leaned into my touch. “I’d love to stay in bed longer, but if we do that, Beel would eat everything.” Lucifer muttered something into my chest before pulling away and placing a kiss on my forehead. “We wouldn’t want that now would we? Come, let me change your dressings, then we’ll go.” It was then I remembered that I didn’t exactly have anything to wear. “Um, Lu? What am I supposed to wear?” Lucifer was already across the room getting the first aid supplies and a change of clothes out of the closet. He laid them out in front of me as I sat up. Spying the outfit, I realized it was my own, the one I would always wear when Lucifer and I spent our limited alone time. “Lu? Why do you have my clothes in your closet?” I asked with a raised eyebrow as he started removing my dressings and cleaning the wounds. A small blush appeared at my question. “It’ll be about 2 weeks before these fully heal.” “Lucifer, you’re avoiding my question.” “It will take you a little longer to learn how to fly with 2 pairs of wings instead of your usual 3.” I caught Lucifer’s hand in my own. He averted his gaze away from mine, his blush intensifying. “Lucifer.” “I-I couldn’t let you go. These reminded me of you, so I kept them. We still have most of your stuff in the catacombs. I just wanted these for myself.” When he finished, he was looking anywhere but my face. I held his hand and cupped a cheek with my other hand, gently turning him to face me. I leaned up and placed a kiss on the corner of his mouth. “You missed.” Lucifer looked at me with his signature smirk on his face. I put a finger on my cheek and tilted my head. “I did? Huh, that’s strange I never miss.” Leaning up, I placed a kiss on the opposite corner. “Now you’re just teasing me.” I giggled. “Yup. Now come on, we better get down there before Beel eats everything.” ~Dining Room~ Lucifer entered the room first, announcing that they had a visitor that would be staying with them. “Ooh, really? Yay! Another Spa mate!” Asmo clapped his hands excitedly. “Great, I don’t have time for another normie.” Levi went back to his switch not caring. Belphie was half awake and not really caring, giving the barest hint of acknowledgement. “Who are they?” Satan asked, putting his book down. “Well, we have met before. It would be quite awkward to have to introduce myself a second time.” I stepped around from behind Lucifer and looked to the brothers sitting at the dining table. Pin. Drop. Silence. A full second went by before I found myself under a pile of demons. “Y/N! You’re back!” “Y/N, I can’t believe this!” Asmo clung tightly to me, practically bawling his eyes out. Belphie was clinging to my other side with Beel wrapping his arms around both of us. Levi was hugging me from behind, pressing his cheek into my back. Satan waited by Lucifer for his turn while Mammon was still standing there in shock.

“G-guys! I missed you too but I still need to breathe!” “Alright everyone, Y/N is still sore from their fall. I know you’re all excited to have them back, but give them some room.” After Lucifer got his brothers off me, I went and gave Satan a tight hug. “Welcome home kitten.” “It’s good to be home.” After letting go of Satan, I made my way to Mammon. “It’s really you, ain’t it treasure?” “Come on Mammoney, who else would I be?” Mammon lowered himself to my level and tucked his head into the crook of my neck, holding on to me. “Ya dumb human.” “Not human anymore I’m afraid.” “That’s right! Darling, can we see your demon form please? I’m sure you look absolutely stunning!” “Not really much of a demonic form Asmo, but, well, you’ll see.” I stepped away from Mammon as the rest of the brothers backed up to give me some room. I rolled my shoulders feeling a swirl of magic surround me as I unfurled my wings and let my Nephalem form (A/N: That’s what I’m calling it. Don’t like it, too bad 🙃). I looked up at the shocked look on the brother's face. “You look stunning kitten.” “Your halo. It’s beautiful darling!” “You look just like him.” “I know Beel. I don’t know why my halo stayed. You guys can touch it, but Satan, I don’t know if you can yet.” “Y/N’s halo repels demons but doesn’t have an effect on beings that once held, or have traces of grace within them. Since you are born from me, you might have some trace, but we shouldn’t risk it. For now, just avoid touching it Satan.” “Will do, although I am curious. When the rest of you fell, your halo’s broke off and your uniforms changed completely, so why is it that Y/N’s outfit stayed Celestial, albeit with their colours, and they kept their halo, even if it is now a ring of black fire?” “I wish I knew Satan, although it might have something to do with my decision to willingly fall instead of being cast out by force.” Satan opened his mouth to say something but before he could, Beel’s stomach decided to make a guest appearance. “What, we stopped breakfast for this?” “Alright big boy, let’s eat, we can invite Dia and Barb and talk about this afterwards.” “Dad. What’s going on, and who's this?” I turned to the doorway where the voice came from. I looked as a young demon woman walked into the room. Her long black hair was braided down her shoulder. Serene coloured eyes looked me up and down. She wore a simple outfit consisting of dark blue denim tights with a white v-neck shirt, a black cropped jean jacket, and a pair of knee-high combat boots. “Who are you?” She asked again with her hands on her hip, eyes pinned on me.” I turned around to face the brothers. “Alright spill. Who’s the father?” I looked at the brothers with an equally pinning gaze as all eyes looked to Satan. “That would be me. Mezu, this is Y/N. Y/N, this is my daughter Mezu.” “You had a kid and didn’t tell me?!” “When could I have done that? We literally found out you were alive not 3 minutes ago. Mezu, Y/N here is an old friend of ours. They were the one that brought our family together and sacrificed themselves for us.” “Nice to meet you Mezu.” I stuck my hand out for her to take. She didn’t. “Why do you don and angels garb and halo with demonic features?” Mezu looked at me with her arms crossed, distrust evident across her features. “Mezu, you can trust them.” Lucifer came and put a hand on my shoulder. Mezu looked unconvinced and took one more look at me before reluctantly letting the subject drop. “If you say so. Although I still want to know why.” “I’ll explain that all after breakfast when Diavolo and Barbatos get here. I look forward to learning more about you too Mezu.”

~After Breakfast in the Common Area~

“So, I guess I should start.” “What happened after the execution?” Mezu asked. “Mezu!” “It’s fine Satan. I figured that’s where I should start anyway. After the execution, I woke up in some sort of pocket dimension. Lilith was there, she says hi by the way. She explained this dimension that she called the “Void”. It’s a place where souls that have no destination but don’t return to oblivion go to. She presented me with two options. She didn’t have enough power to resurrect me the way she did before, so she told me that she could either make me into a demon and return to the Devildom, or make me a Seraph and take me to the Celestial realm. I wanted to return badly, and I almost did but I didn’t want to return as a demon serving under Abandon. I chose to go to the Celestial realm. I woke up in the House of Honors wearing, according to Michael, Lucifer’s old uniform. Needless to say, he was not happy about that. After he gave me something to eat, we headed to the palace to see your father. It was there where we struck a deal. Neither of us wanted me to be there, but I also didn’t want to return and serve under Abandon. No offence” “None taken.” “He took an interest toward my knowledge of Lucifer's old habits and position. He struck a deal with me, one I would have also struck if he had not suggested it. I was to serve as Lucifer’s replacement, as head of the council of 7, until such a time that King Abandon steps down and Diavolo rises to the throne. During my time as the Council leader, I was to fulfill my duties as Lucifer would have, not abuse my power, and make decisions based on the best interest of the realm. The period of the agreement ended yesterday when Diavolo was crowned. I-” “Y/N?” I turned to look at Lucifer. “Diavolo wasn’t crowned yesterday. He’s been king for almost half a century now.” My eyes widened. “You mean to tell me. That I could have returned HALF A CENTURY AGO?! I should have done more than sock that bastard while I had the chance.” At the last part, half the room doubled over laughing. “You-you actually punched him, in the face?!” Satan asked, clutching his stomach. “Yup. In Front of the entire council, right before I jumped. You should have seen their faces but I could only do so much within the element of surprise before I made my dramatic exit. I would have done it sooner if I knew Dia had been crowned. I just didn’t want to risk falling while his dad was still in reign.” “Darling, have I ever mentioned how much I love you?” “Only every day since we met Azzy. Anyway, back to the story.” ~A Few Hours Later~ “And that’s when I woke up in Diavolo’s garden yesterday.” “It seems like the past millennia had been eventful for everyone.” Mezu commented once I had finished. “How was everyone's time here? I really want to know the story behind Satan’s love life and what the rest of you were up too.” “Well, the first few decades or so were quite difficult. It was hard to forget that you weren’t with us. Eventually though, we all grew closer through grieving you. Your death opened a familial bond between us. Something we had a hard time admitting existed while you were here.” Lucifer explained. “Don’t worry, we still haven’t changed. Mammon still ends up hanging from the ceiling, Satan spends all day reading and coming up with ways to prank Lucifer with Belphie, Asmo is still as narcissistic as ever, Beel keeps cleaning out the fridge, and I still spend my days in my room.” “Although, I noticed you have been starting to come out of it more often Leviathan.” Diavolo stated “Well, yes. I’ve been visiting the catacombs whenever I get the chance to add something to Y/N’s collection by their casket.” “Uhh, if my dead body is still down there, could we, like, get rid of it? It’s a little creepy to live in a house knowing your dead body is in the basement.” “We’ll clean that out and bring your stuff to your old room.” Satan said. “Alright. Ok then. Your turn.” “Me?” “Yes you. Come on Satan, spill. What is this love story of yours? I want to know more about Mezu and her mother.” Satan scratched the back of

his neck, looking lost in thought, a longing look in his eyes. I looked around the room and noticed that the occupants avoided my eyes, some looking towards Satan with a pitying look. Only Mezu looked at me. “My mother died 50 years ago.” “Oh, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know.” “Of course you didn’t. You angels don’t care for any demon or their relations. You all think your so high and mighty yet-” “Mezu, that’s enough! Y/N is not an angel, not anymore. I assure you, they care more than you think.” Lucifer starred his granddaughter niece down as she sat back down. A scowl still present on her face. “I’m sorry Mezu, I truly am. I didn’t mean to make you feel like that. Please forgive me.” I smiled at her. She looked away, almost guiltily before Satan broke the silence. “Mezu was named after her mother. She was killed by an angel when Mezu was 25. She was beautiful and the only one who could cool my wrath after you passed.” “Were you happy with her? Like truly happy?” “Truly.” “That’s all I need to know.” I stood and hugged Satan. He returned it, resting his head above my heart.

~2 Years Later. At RAD~

It’s been 2 years since I returned. My wounds have healed and I found my place among the demons once again. Diavolo appointed me as an official member of the student council. I served as a secretary of sorts to Lucifer to allow for fewer sleepless nights and to make sure he didn’t bury himself in his work. Because of my status as a fallen, I was considered a noble and given the title “Avatar of Loyalty. The 8th of the 8” by Diavolo himself. I returned to RAD as a teacher on angel studies and a student in demonic politics. Lucifer and I became an official couple. During long night grading, I found myself chuckling at my students' interpretations of the Celestial Realm. I reminisced about my time with the council. Michael was probably glad to have finally gotten rid of me. Luke was promoted as Michael’s personal protegé. The rest of the angels were probably too busy to think about me though. Having finished marking, I went to go get Lucifer to turn in for the night.

~The next day~

“Dia, not to sound rude or anything, but why did you want us all to meet so early? RAD isn’t starting for another hour.” Diavolo sat in his head seat at the table as the rest of us sat in our usual spots. All of us displaying varying levels of consciousness. Belphegor having fallen back asleep as soon as he sat down. Diavolo had a beaming smile on his face as he spoke. Never a good sign... “We have some new exchange students joining us today. I want you to meet them all and show them around RAD. This is an opportunity for the rest of you to mend some old ties” “My Lord, what exactly are you getting at?” Lucifer asked tentatively. Diavolo’s smile only grew brighter, but before he could say anything, the doors to the council room burst open. “Y/N!” Looking up, I managed to catch a mop of reddish-orange hair before I was buried under a pile of bodies. After I finally wiggled my way out, I backed up towards Lucifer; his arm finding its way around my waist. Standing in the council room were the 7 Archangels, all donning RAD uniforms, all smiling sheepishly save for Michael who was standing off to the side with his arms crossed. Looking at the rest of the brothers, I found that Bell was now wide awake as the rest of them looked a tad bit uncomfortable. Lucifer had a displeased frown. “What are you guys doing here?” “It was Father's idea to have us participate in this program. He thought it best to-” “Don’t kid yourself Michael. We volunteered to come. We missed you Y/N. Especially Michael. He wouldn’t stop talking about you after you left. Things weren’t the same after you fell. He also really wanted to see Lucifer again.” Raphael cut Michael off mid-sentence. Looking around, the brothers each had a murderous look in their eyes. “Ok, first off, you volunteered, I got dragged into this. Second, I did not miss Y/N and I did not talk about them after they left. If anything, I was glad that they were gone, especially after that little stunt they pulled before they jumped. You didn’t think I’d forget that Y/N, did you?” I loosened myself from Lucifer's grip and made my way over to the angels, giving them each a hug in turn. “Aww, I missed you guys too. Mike. What did I say about your pride? Honestly, for someone who used to adore the Virtue of Humility and claims to hate the Avatar of Pride, you really seem to take after his sin. Besides, you didn’t deny wanting to see Lu again.” The occupants in the room started snickering as Michael’s face started turning a lovely shade of beet red. Lucifer looked taken aback at the revelation but lightly chuckled into his fist as well. “I’d be careful Mike. You wouldn’t want to lose that angelic status of yours for something as childish as misplaced pride.” Lucifer said with a smirk on his face. Michael started stuttering, trying to defend himself. “I-I didn’t! I-I don’t have any Pride I swear! Besides-” “Alright, alright. That’s enough.” Gabriel stepped in to save Michael from any more embarrassment. “It’s true, we did miss you and saw the exchange program as an opportunity to see you again. That’s why we volunteered to come.” Gabriel stopped in front of me and hugged me, much gentler than before. “We really did miss you Y/N. Things up there were too quiet without you.” “Oi! Hands off Y/N!” Mammon jumped up from his chair and pushed Gabriel away from me. Levi had shifted into his demonic form and wrapped his tail around my waist. “Y/N Belongs to us, not you normies.” “NORMIES?! I’m hurt that you think of us like that Leviachan. It is nice to know that you still kept your love for the Japanese animation even after you left.” Azrael said as he turned to look at Levi. A hand on his chest and a look of faux hurt in his eyes. This time, it was Levi’s turn to turn beet red. His self conscious not being able to take the attention. I was pulled away from Levi by Lucifer who placed a quick kiss on the top of my head. A prideful smirk on his face as he addressed the angels.

“Now then, there is no need to fight over this. Y/N belongs to me. Isn’t that right my love?” One cannot describe the look of utter hurt, shock, betrayal, and jealousy that overtook the features of everyone present in the room at Lucifer’s bold statement. My own expression being that of shock before all bloody hell broke loose. Everyone started arguing over who I belonged to and who I loved the most. I stood there trying to calm everyone down but alas, my voice was never heard over the shouting. “It seems the exchange program is becoming quite the success, isn’t it Barbatos?” “Indeed My Lord, although perhaps we should put a stop to this before someone loses control?” “No need Barb. Let them talk among themselves. I know, how about some tea while we wait?” “Of course My Lord.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ And there we go. It's done! Thank you to everyone who stuck through reading this until the end. Thank you to everyone who left comments and Likes.

For those who are wondering about the candle and magical energy that surrounded Y/N, the energy is the magic used to take away their angelic status and made them into a Nephalem (Demon, Angel Hybrid). Their candle kept changing itself because it needed to form a new substance to match Y/N's new physiology.

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buns-with-a-book · 5 years

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Tenderness

Vergil gets the strap. That’s literally it. I wonder if there’s such thing as fluffy smut. It feels like this is the fic for that.

Credit to FuryEclipse for the dildo reference and Sync for inspiring me to write about pegging Vergil.

Fandom: Devil May Cry Characters: OC/Vergil Tags: @nimnox @furyeclipse @synchronmurmurs @harlot-of-oblivion @queenmuzz

Summary: Vergil gets the strap and Cassandra reveals herself as a very loving dom.

Vergil had expected this, considering he was the one who (very bashfully) approached her about this, and yet he still found himself caught completely off guard by Cassandra. She was in a deep blue lingerie set, the black contrasting against the intense blue lace. The colors reminded him briefly of his demonic form, and he wondered if it was intentional. His gaze drifted down the design of the forget-me-nots, first coming to the most obvious thing that was on her hips: a silicon dildo that was one of his personal favorites. The pattern on the dildo was akin to clouds against the sky, one of the things he liked the most about it. It curved upward in a way he found pleasing, when all alone in the darkness of their bedroom with his imagination and the ridges of the toy. He still remembered when she found it, when embarrassment burned through his body and made him wish he could disappear right then and there. Much to his relief, she was more than accepting of it.

That was how they were here. His eyes flicked to her legs, thighs accented by black stockings, and he can feel arousal burn up his face.

“Vergil.” His eyes flicked up, staring at her with wide eyes. “You know the light system?”

“Yes.”

“Good boy.” She pressed a kiss to his hand. She slid onto the bed, her hand grabbing the lube. His eyes flicked to her hand, rubbing the slick lube over the dildo. Her other hand gently pulled him close, taking his lips into a tender kiss. After a few moments, she pulled back “Do you want me to stretch you out or do you want to do that yourself?”

“I will do it.” She nodded, allowing him to take the bottle of lube. Pouring the cool lube onto his fingers, he reached back and pushed a finger inside him. He lowered his head, slowly pushing it in and out of him. He bit his lip as he worked, his head hung low as he prepared himself. He only faintly heard her soft praises, her words stirring something deep within him. He doesn’t think too much about that, sliding a second finger into him to scissor and stretch to take the toy. What really gets him is the nervousness that simmers, the pride that restrains him from truly giving into her, just beneath the surface. And he’s quite certain she knew it as well.

He stretched himself just a little more before straddling her hips, hovering just above the toy. She held the toy steady for him, letting the tip push past his entrance. Vergil let out a grunt, squeezing his eyes shut as it finally slipped into him. She slowly let go of the toy. With the tip in, Vergil slowly descended. He hissed as the toy sunk into him, feeling his legs tremble as each inch of the dildo pushed into him. He could feel Cassandra’s hand resting on his, trying to comfort him through these new sensations.

“I’m here…” She murmured gently. “You’re doing so well…” He grunted as the dildo was finally sheathed inside him. He glanced up to her, seeing her smile. He swore his heart skipped a beat at the sight. He stayed there, still and quiet, for a few minutes. Cassandra’s thumb gently rubbed at his skin, a comfort as she watched him. Slowly, he lifted himself up before pushing back down, the first of his attempts to ride. He noticed the prideful sparkle in her eyes, a soft smirk gracing her lips. Her other hand began to massage his thigh.

“I’m so proud of you.” She hummed, the words making him shake. Her hand on his thigh moved upward, grabbing his rear and giving it a squeeze. He faintly smirked as his pace smoothed out, Vergil becoming more comfortable with the position he had over Cassandra. Content with his pace, Cassandra’s hand moved to stroke his cock. The touch made him hiss, his hips stuttering from the contact.

“You will be the end of me…” He whispered.

“I’d say the same for you, Vergil, considering I never expected you to even think about taking the strap.” She hummed. Vergil let out a grunt, reaching back to pull her close. She let out a soft gasp of surprise as he pressed her face against his neck. After a few moments, she gently nipped at the skin, earning a low hiss from him. His cock throbbed at the tiny bite, smearing precum against her skin. Her hips began to move with his, a slow careful pace that matched his while the hand around his cock continued to stroke him. “I love you.” She whispered, a sound that filled Vergil with pride.

“As do I, my rose.” He whispered into her hair, his pace starting to speed up. He let out a low growl, feeling her shiver against him. He’s close, he knows it so, and he knows that when all of this is said and done, he will take his due another time. He already has plans for when to surprise her and with what...but, for now, his mind drifts back to the silicon dildo he’s riding on and the oncoming orgasm. He squeezed Cassandra’s hand tightly, growling as he practically spears that sweet spot with the tip of the dildo. His cock twitched as cum splattered onto her midsection. He stayed there, panting heavily before he slowly lifted himself off her, Cassandra doing her best to support him.

“You done?”

“I am.” He nodded. Cassandra nodded and undid the harness that held the dildo, standing up.

“I’ll run a bath and spoil you rotten.” She hummed, stepping out of the harness and taking the dildo off. “And clean the toy, before you ask.”

“And you?”

“I’ll take care of myself later, mister ‘I just got pegged’.” Cassandra smirked as she went to their bathroom, swaying her hips as she went. Vergil narrowed his eyes. Perhaps those plans would have to be shifted around, just for that cockiness. The sound of running bathwater caught his attention, followed by the scent of something soft and floral. Lavender, if he had to guess. He slowly stood up and made his way to the bathroom. Cassandra was busy washing the toy in the sink, a towel already laid out for the dildo to dry on. He walked his way to the tub, filling up with water, and stepped inside. He hissed softly at the cool water, slowly settling himself down. When the tub was full, he turned off the water and closed his eyes. He could hear Cassandra turn off the sink water, probably finishing up with the toy, before he heard the faint shuffling of clothes being taken off.

“Vergil? Can you move forward, just a little bit?” He let out a mildly interested ‘hm?’ at that but obliged, moving forward a little. She settled behind him. He felt her hands, lathered with something that smelt strongly of lavender, rub and massage his back. Before he could stop himself, he began to purr. She chuckled softly behind him. “Hey Vergil...I’m really proud of you today, for trusting me with the strap.” He didn’t glance back to her, not wanting her to see him blush. “You did a really good job taking it.”

“You’re buttering me up.”

“Pfft, cute. But I’m being quite serious.” She leaned up, nuzzling his shoulder. “I’m honored to see a more submissive side of you.”

“...you’re welcome.” He turned to face her, feeling her lips against his. Despite the occasional dip into insatiable brattiness, he had to admit it, he lived for these soft caring moments with her. Cassandra smiled against his lips before pulling back, continuing to massage his back. Vergil leaned against the tub, his body relaxing as her hands worked at the knots (of which he knew there were plenty). And yet, Cassandra did not say a word about them.

After minutes of massaging, just before Vergil was ready to doze off in the cool water, Cassandra stepped out. He turned to her, confused as to why she stopped.

“I need to freshen up the bed before we conk out for the night.” She leaned over to kiss his temple. “I’ll be right back.” With that, Cassandra stepped out of the bathroom. He watched her go quietly, impressed at how she was able to move despite the ride he had given her. But then again, there was always something he was impressed about her. He closed his eyes in thought, letting out a soft sigh. He heard her change the sheets and the blankets outside their door, muttering about the work, followed by sounds of things being put away. His mind occasionally drifted into near-slumber, a side effect of all the lavender that had been used. He stood up and got out of the tub, taking a moment to pull out the stopper and let the water drain. Taking a towel, he began to dry himself off. As he did so, he heard Cassandra let out a sigh of victory before her walking back to the door. She popped into the bathroom, taking a towel and beginning to dry herself off. Vergil hung his and passed her by, walking to the bed and laying down. He closed his eyes, faintly aware of Cassandra sliding into bed and curling up next to him. Her arms coiled around his waist, her head resting on his chest. He wondered, as he drifted off into slumber, the last time he felt so...content.

#devil may cry #devil may cry oc #devil may cry vergil #spicy #lemon

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marypsue · 6 years

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Something Borrowed, Something Blues 8 / ?

Well, thanks to tumblr's absolute competence and excellent decision-making, I can't link to previous chapters posted on my blog and still have anybody see this post. So this seems like a great time to remind everyone that all my fics are available to read, in a convenient, user-friendly format, over on AO3! My handle there is also MaryPSue.

Between this and the demise of tumblr fandom with the platform changes, I plan to phase out posting actual fic to tumblr at all. Next chapter will most likely only be posted to AO3, with an update notification posted here.

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Once upon a time, there was a seed.

The greatest redwood forests start from a single seed, and so too it was with this seed. Dormant, it lay for decades in rich and fertile soil, waiting only for the right conditions to unfurl its tentative leaves. To put forth its questing roots.

...

The moment the words fell out of his mouth, Dipper knew he’d made a mistake.

But he’d been challenged! On his own ground! In his home, of all places, by one of his own creations! Who did the Woodsman think he was? The moment he’d seen those antlers twined into the branches of Henry’s apple tree -

"Now hold on, hold on, back it up just a tick," Rosa said. "Who's this now?"

...

Once upon a time, there was a sapling.

It had grown from a seed, a seed nourished by magic both ancient and entirely new, a seed planted in rich and fertile soil. It was young still, its trunk no wider than a slender wrist, but its roots ran strong and deep.

The sapling grew tall and strong, entwined with the narrow trunk of an apple tree, so closely that their fruits intermingled, that they could not be told apart. Who watered one watered the other; what nourished one, nourished the other. Apple and sapling shared all things; water, sunlight, soil, the love of the one who tended their orchard, of those who sat in the shade and shelter of their branches.

And then, one day, the apple tree fell.

...

The apple tree arched shimmering branches overhead, laden with both delicate, almost translucent blossoms and glossy fruit so rich and red that Mira could swear they were dripping colour into the detritus of leaves and needles below.

In the strangest way, the scene was familiar. She couldn’t, if asked, have explained why, but - this tree was real and huge and healthy, and heavy with fruit, blossoms, and lush foliage (which, the closer Mira looked, seemed to be in all of the different seasons at once), but somehow it reminded her of nothing so much as the scrawny, spectral soul-tree she and Alcor had destroyed.

She wasn’t scared.

That was strange, too. Maybe the strangest of all. Mira had the funniest feeling - maybe just because of the memory of that other tree, and what she’d seen and done that day - that she was supposed to be scared. And yet, the tree was unusual, maybe a little eerie, but it wasn’t frightening. In fact, just being under the canopy of its branches made Mira feel - warm. Safe. Sheltered.

Protected.

Without, Mira realised with a start, the feeling of being maybe just a little bit...watched which came with the territory of being Mizar. She couldn’t remember the last time she hadn’t felt Alcor’s all-seeing eye trained on her back. It was a feeling she’d learned to live with, long ago, a feeling that had been a comfort at times, even as it had been a giant pain in the ass at others. She’d gotten so used to it that she hardly even registered it anymore. Hardly noticed it was there.

And now it was gone.

Mira didn’t know whether to feel worried or relieved.

...

Once upon a time, there was a tree.

It stood alone, and yet not alone. A forest surrounded it, a forest of old magic and older growth, a forest filled with seeds of its fruit. The number of those who sheltered under its branches grew and grew with each passing year, as the forest itself grew, as its canopy enfolded the mountainside.

And yet, the tree still stood alone. No longer intertwined with another, its trunk seemed gnarled and twisted, its branches barren but for its curious stolen fruit. Its roots ran so deep and wide now that no seed dared take root near it. No other tree dared risk tasting the soil that nourished it.

It had become an exceedingly thin and bitter soil.

Without the apple beside it, the tree was but half a tree, roots and branches spreading ever outwards, seeking after something that, in its heartwood, it knew it had lost. Something that it needed to be fully whole.

...

The hairs on the back of Ian's neck were standing on end.

That probably had something to do with the huge tree-monster with burning blue eyes roaring at them. Or the aura of power rolling off of Alcor's disintegrating human disguise. Or the redheaded figures ringing the clearing like guards, peering balefully at them from between the birches. Or the fact that, despite Alcor's accusation, Mira still wasn't anywhere to be seen. There were actually so many things to be frightened or unsettled by that Ian was starting to feel a little spoiled for choice.

But it wasn't just fear. At least, Ian didn't think it was, though, judging from the way the other two humans in their party had drawn closer together, they might be inclined to disagree. He was vibrating with energy, both nervous and strangely excited - literally vibrating, he realised, fingers drumming a staccato tattoo against his bouncing leg.

The sheer ambient magic hanging around the forest was making his mechanical eye go haywire, too, Ian realised, looking around. It had taken him an embarrassingly long time to realise that what looked like indistinct red and green shapes when seen through his left eye, easily mistaken for drifting leaves or shaking branches or the dappled shadow on a tree trunk shifting, became ethereal, green-tinted human figures with shockingly red hair when seen through the right.

But now that they were standing inside the ring of trees, what Ian could see through his right eye had gone practically psychedelic. One minute there was nothing there but the wind in the evergreens; the next, tall redheaded figures with greenish skin and unusually long fingers; the next, everything was black and white save for the fist-sized balls of blue fire hovering where the green people had stood, shedding leaves made of blue flame that shaded to autumnal yellow at the tips and edges.

And it wasn't only the...dryads?...that Ian's eye had decided to warp. It flickered from the clearing in full colour, to black and white interrupted only by the glow of what Ian assumed had to be magic, to a greenish haze that made it hard to tell anything apart, to fire. The enormous tree monster in the centre of the clearing was now a slim, tall, antlered figure made of blue flame, now a pale human man whose eyes were black holes and whose antlers dripped with severed hands and feet, now a hideously gnarled, blackened tree rooted firmly in the earth and twined so closely together with the apple tree that stood at the centre of the clearing that they almost looked braided together. Alcor was now Tyrone, now a crackling ball of golden light as tall as Rosa with enormous wings sweeping out to encircle the clearing, now - Ian blinked, and it had vanished, but he could have sworn he'd seen a small, dark-haired boy, about twelve or thirteen, in strange, old-fashioned clothing, standing where Alcor had stood.

The view from Ian's left eye stayed constant, steady, while the view from his right jumped wildly from one vision to the next. It was enough to give a guy a headache.

And he was getting a headache. A slow, dull throb was starting to build behind his right eye, like the prosthetic was growing too big for its socket.

It was a familiar feeling. Ian really hoped it didn’t mean what he thought it meant.

...

Once upon a time, there was a deep, dark forest.

It had stood for a hundred hundred years, and it would stand for a hundred hundred more. And, at the very heart of the forest, there was a tree.

It stood at the centre of a clearing, a clearing it had made for itself. And for years, for centuries, it stood alone.

And then, one day, a little rabbit came hopping along and nestled down in its roots.

...

"The hell kinda magic's goin' on around here?" Rosa complained, from somewhere behind Dipper. He ignored her. "Feels like I'm seein' double."

"You're not the only one," Ian muttered, and Dipper resisted the urge to turn and look. He was talking about his artificial eye and its artificial Sight. That was all. Nothing more.

"Oh, for - am I the only person here who isn't somehow magically sensitive?!" Sun-mi protested. "What's going on? Where's Mira? What is that thing?" Dipper was sure it wasn't his imagination that that last sentence sounded more curious than annoyed or frightened.

"Based on context, I'm gonna go out on a limb and say it's an ancient forest spirit," Ian said. "And that it does not like us being here."

Dipper could hear the grimace in his voice, and, despite the fact that clinging to a human mask was growing more difficult and confusing by the second, couldn't help but echo it. Ian was no fool; he'd probably worked out exactly what Dipper had. If the Woodsman was walking again, these days, it almost definitely meant he felt his forest was under threat. And what greater threat than...

"Wait. You never met the Woodsman, did you?" Dipper broke concentration long enough to ask. If any of the other three noticed that the movement of 'his' lips didn't exactly sync up with the words, they were too polite to mention it.

Ian gave Dipper an odd look, made odder by the way his prosthetic eye was flickering and roving in his head. "On the one hand, you're absolutely correct, but on the other hand, I get the feeling you're talking about something else completely that I don't know if I should be agreeing with."

Dipper cleared his nonexistent throat and nodded in Sun-mi's direction. Ian winced.

"Oh, what?" Sun-mi demanded, planting both hands on her hips. "Look, I'm not exactly an idiot. I know there's something here you all aren't telling me, and I'm getting pretty damn sick of it! Especially if it has some bearing on the mysterious disappearance of my best friend! You owe me the truth. Spill."

Ian glanced over at Dipper. Dipper met his eyes with a wince of his own.

"Gruargh," the Woodsman said, and Dipper started. He'd almost forgotten the big guy was there.

"Hold your horses, we'll get to you," he said to the Woodsman, whose eerie, sunken blue eyes somehow managed a kicked-puppy look, before turning back to the three humans with him. "Ian? Do you want to...?"

Sun-mi crossed her arms over her chest, fixing Ian with a penetrating stare. "I don't particularly care who it is, but somebody'd better start talking. Now."

Ian pressed his lips tight together, glancing down at the waving grasses to his left. He shook his head, but didn't speak.

"Fine," Dipper said, with a sigh that rattled the remaining particles of his temporary meatsuit. "I -"

He didn't get to finish the sentence.

With a roar that literally shook the clearing, the Woodsman lunged. His impossibly long arm swept forward, knocking Rosa off her feet, and grabbed Dipper by the throat, hauling him up into the air. The Woodsman drew Dipper up close to his face, seemingly oblivious to the screams and shouts from the humans below, until Dipper was eye-to-glowing-blue-eye with the Woodsman. Through the sudden fear that spiked through him, Dipper realised the Woodsman's head seemed a lot larger than the last time they'd seen each other. Like, a lot larger. Like, the Woodsman's head was as tall as Dipper's entire meatsuit larger. It seemed the Woodsman had been isolated out in the woods for so long that he'd forgotten human scale.

Either that, or, the way he was one with the woods now, he'd grown with them.

Neither, Dipper thought stupidly, spelled good things for his very squishy human companions down below.

"Oh my stars!" one of the girls was shrieking, over and over again. Dipper hadn't pegged either of them as likely to lose their heads in a situation like this, but then again, he supposed, you never really knew until you got somebody there. Well. He knew, of course, he knew lots of things, but...when humans were involved, they could always surprise you.

"Uh," Dipper tried, into the baleful glare of that actinic blue eye. "Guess that was the wrong response...?"

The Woodsman answered by opening the gash in his bark that served as a mouth and letting out another bone-shattering roar. Literally bone-shattering. Dipper felt his meatsuit buffeted mercilessly in the wind of that roar, could feel the particles stripping away in that wind like confetti. He tried to hold them in place, but it was no use. The sheer power pouring off the Woodsman shredded his human disguise like wet tissue paper, leaving Dipper scrambling to put on an appropriately humanoid face and rein his wings back in. He'd been aiming to intimidate the Woodsman when they were only visible on the magical level, but now, without his constructed body and with his power laid bare for everyone to see, he didn't feel like burning out anybody's eyes.

The short shriek Sun-mi let out told Dipper that he hadn't been entirely successful.

"Alcor!" she yelled, waving an arm in Dipper's direction. "That's Alcor!"

Ian grimaced. "Got it in one."

"That's a demon!"

"And now you're two for two," Rosa agreed, with forced nonchalance, though Dipper was pleased to note that she did at least look pale.

"And you all knew about this?" Sun-mi demanded, the shock in her voice starting to shade towards anger. "Oh my stars, did that poor schmuck he was possessing just get obliterated!?"

"What? No! That meatsuit was all mine," Dipper protested.

"No humans were harmed in the making of this motion picture," Ian muttered, under his breath. Sun-mi's existential crisis didn't seem to be holding his attention any more than the Woodsman did, though - he was still busy looking around, watching the redheaded dryads who encircled the clearing, jumping at shadows. Dipper wondered if he was feeling the tug of ancient, familiar power too.

And that was all he thought about that, for a while, because it was then that the Woodsman started to squeeze.

...

Mira's attention was so taken by the tree that she almost didn't notice the man standing under its branches. She wasn't sure when he'd appeared, wasn't sure whether he'd been there the whole time, standing almost inhumanly still and silent, watching her look around. The lush green grass and the laden branches waving around him made his stillness all the more pronounced.

Mira took a half-step back.

The man under the tree raised his head to look at her, but the dappled shadows of the tree's branches still obscured his features. He was tall, though, the top of his head and his shock of bright red hair hidden behind the leaves and flowers of the tree, and pale as milk. He seemed strangely familiar somehow, but the more Mira looked, the less sure she was of what he actually looked like. Was he wearing a plaid flannel shirt and jeans? A dark, formal suit? Leaves and birchbark? Anything at all?

She took another step back, and the man reached out an arm towards her. She couldn't make out his features, couldn't tell if his nose was large or small or if his eyes were wide-set or close together, but somehow she could swear that his expression was pleading.

Against all her better judgement, Mira stopped moving.

Slowly, the tall man lowered himself to one knee in front of her. As the top of his head came down out of the branches, Mira realised that it hadn't all been branches that she'd been seeing. A rack of impressive antlers, shaped like a deer's but gnarled like wood, sprouted from the man's head. Rich, red apples hung from the antlers, their colour so deep and true that Mira's mouth watered at the sight.

( - for a second, she could swear they were dripping with it, bloody drops splashing against the leaf-littered ground - )

Mira took a cautious step forward, and then another. The tall man's arm was still outstretched, but the closer Mira got, the easier it was to tell that he wasn't simply reaching out for her. Something was taking form in his fingers, and for a second Mira recoiled, thinking she was seeing a little brown snake crawling out of his sleeve (leaves?).

But it wasn't, when she looked closer, a snake at all. It was a slender brown root, twisting and twining itself into an empty, elaborate coil. Almost like -

The tall man raised his head, then, and looked Mira in the eye. She still couldn't seem to pin down his features, but she found herself frozen in place by eyes that were the most vibrant midsummer-sky blue.

The tall man held the ring up to Mira. She couldn't see his lips move, but the wind in the leaves, the rustle of the grass, the low buzz and hum of the bees dipping into the flowers, all seemed to come together to form one sound.

No. Not one sound. One word.

Stay.

#this is mary's fic tag #gravity falls #transcendence au #it has been for fucking EVER

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leonum-matrem-blog · 7 years

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Jaime is scornful and hateful of Joffrey IN CANON though? Like Jaime literally says that Joffrey was nothing more than "a squirt in Cersei's cunt" deserved to die (!) literally the ONLY person who loved Joff was Cersei (Though I think Tyrion did too, in his own way, what with his attempts at correcting Joffrey's behaviour and trying to mold him to being a good king. No one else makes such an attempt)

We Only Love and Respect Joffrey Here Nonnie | AnonymousAccepting Fealty For King Joffrey Here, always, Thank you Nonnie.

You know, Nonnie, I haven’t been impressed with Tyrion since he struck Joffrey to the ground and kicked him, and then threatened to Rape Tommen to make Cersei listen to him. (Why is it funny to see Joffrey being slapped I will never understand. It would be an uproar if it was anyone else being struck so that is the same age as him. It’s basically saying that ‘oh it’s okay for this 13 year old boy to be abused by his uncle because he’s a spoiled brat anyway and his mom is a bitch’. No, I don’t agree with that.) But my dislike for Tyrion is a whole other thing that you all know about [and i swear if any other person comes up to me again and shouts at me about how Tyrion was the real rape victim over Tysha I am going to have a FIT and will verbally slap them this time.] All of his over looked and erased flaws despite how they scream in the books and the general fandom’s made pedestal for him has ruined him for me. So I’m not even going to discuss him here.

Where exactly does it say that JAIME thinks that JOFFREY, his FIRST BORN SON, the one he always regrets that he never got to hold deserved to die? Which book is it in? It’s certainly not ASOIAF? Did good ol’ Georgie make another set of books that I haven’t seen? I don’t understand that? WHERE does he say the exact words; “I hate Joffrey. He needed to die. I’m so happy he’s dead.” In fact " deserved to die (!) little excerpts from a father denying his grief over losing his son-

Jaime sat silent through it all, letting the words wash over him, a horn of ale forgotten in his one good hand. Joffrey. My blood. My firstborn. My son…

“ —- You should have come sooner,” She murmured, when he took her in his arms. “Why couldn’t you come sooner, to keep him safe? My boy …”

Our boy. “I came as fast as I could.” –

And the famous;

I’ve lost a hand, a father, a son, a sister ,a lover, and soon enough I will lose a brother. And yet they keep telling me House Lannister won this war.

ANYWHO.

The Lannister’s are renowned for suppressing their emotions, just looking at the Lannister children alone. Tyrion drinks and whores, Cersei drinks, and Jaime turns to brash humor, All three of which have an equal harsh temperament because of denied feelings. From my understanding this is one of many things that he shares with Cersei. They both turn to something to protect themselves from the feelings that are hurting them. They shut down, they turn to something easier to deal with. Cersei turns to anger, and Jaime shuts himself off. Recall how he told Tommen that very thing- when something is too much to handle. Shut down. Cover it up. or in Jaime’s case, push it away. Cersei in her own grief, unintentionally shoves Jaime away emotionally and denies him his own grief over his son. So what does he do? He covers it up, Jaime, like Cersei, turns to anger.

Recall the moment in the show how Jaime was indeed there, and recall how when Jaime ran to Joffrey’s side as he lay there convulsing in poison. Recall how Cersei ran up and shoved Jaime away. That is EXACTLY what remains in the books, except it represents an equal deeper level because by denying him, even in death, the acknowledgement that this was their boy rather than hers. She cut him off the way his hand had been severed, again, a gesture toward losing a hand, a father, a son—

So imagine how Cersei compensates her grief for her anger. Okay. Imagine how it would be if she was not only cut off from her grief but also her anger? Eh? You see what is happening here now?

Cersei never allowed him to hold Joffrey in his birth, never allowed him near, for the safety of them all because the littlest suspicion could endanger them all. Because during that time, even Cersei knew that their tie to the throne depended solely on Robert’s name. Thus Jaime had no choice but to be bared from his son’s infancy, childhood, and thus grew distant from his son. And furthermore created an unfulfilled void inside of him, and in his anger, jealous rage, bitterness over this, he himself never gave any meaning to the term Uncle and regrets it later. He doesn’t get to know his son, and before he even gets a chance to try and get to know him- [ and I repeat, his blood, his first born, his son...] he was taken from him. So, like Cersei’s bitter thoughts later calling Jaime a wretched creature, Jaime’s thought’s shouldn’t be taken into too much LITERAL consideration and should be considered more through the eyes of a hurt man, who lost himself, his son, the grounds of which his life is built around is shaken [of course by this I mean the falling OUT of Sync with Cersei] and everything he knows. And like a proper Lannister, turns to the only thing he knows. Rage.

SO why don’t you say what you really want to say and repeat your hinted thought of how Joffrey DESERVED To die. Go on. And please. Stop forcing your OOC hate for a character on someone who loved them as best as he could, and is currently struggling with his grief and loss over said character.

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Breaking... Ch. 23

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A/N: I LITERALLY CRIED DURING THIS CHAPTER OMFG

Wordcount: 3189

Wanrings: haha spolier

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Breaking What We Had

“Mr. Jefferson, I uh, wasn’t expecting you here!” Your voice cracked, he raised an eyebrow.

“I see you got all dolled up, it’s nice to see you in something other than an apron.” He winked, you rolled your eyes.

“This is coming from the man who ‘has a thing for the working girl’.” You jabbed. Jefferson gave you some sort of short laugh and held out his hand.

“May I see your hands?” He asked, the question seemed familiar to you, you held out your hands reluctantly. He held your hands, palms facing up and looked at them for a moment.

“Now this here is what gives you away.” He ran his thumbs across the edges of your palms. “Callouses, I can tell that you’ve been writing quite a bit as well… Ah, I see that that tea cup stayed with you, huh?” He asked, referencing the tiny scars on your hands from the tea cup you crushed. It had been awhile since you thought about that day, you felt a bit nostalgic. He stared down into your eyes. Opia, you weren’t exactly comfortable with exchange but it was difficult to look away due to how vulnerable you felt. Philip’s eyes are much softer…

“You trying to say I’m not as pretty as I could be because my hands are a little roughed up?” You questioned sarcastically, yet he shook his head.

“Actually, quite the opposite. I believe it gives you a certain charm. It’s almost like seeing a patch of wildflowers. They have no control, they’re erratic and yet they can still be just as beautiful as a domesticated blossom. I would not mind escorting these hands to the dancefloor when the time comes. Honestly, I am surprised you are not with Philip right now…” He looked up and squinted. “Well speak of the devil!” You turned your head to the side, for a moment you didn’t believe what you were seeing. The door was being closed and standing in the front of the room was Philip. You recognized his light grey coat, which you had just washed not too long ago. His wavy hair hit his shoulders, his freckles were masked slightly due to the bright lights around him. What really made you stop though was the person holding onto his arm. There was a girl, she was just a bit shorter than him, her skin was a bit darker than Philip’s, her chocolate brown hair was put into an up-do. Her dress fit her well, it was a bronze like color with red detailing. You suddenly felt self-conscious and completely forgot that Jefferson was holding your hands. You suddenly heard another voice off to your side.

“Monsieur Jefferson! It has been too long my friend!” Lafayette called as he made his way back to you. You pulled your hands away from Jefferson. You were baffled as they stood next to each other. They look exactly the same. THERE HAS BEEN A GLITCH IN THE MATRIX EXCUSE ME?! You could tell Lafayette was a bit taller but Jefferson’s hair evened them out.

“Ah, Lafayette! You look well!”

“I see that you have gotten acquainted with Miss Titania.” Lafayette stated.

“So, it was you who brought her here? Good, now I’m all caught up.” Jefferson nodded his head toward the door and Lafayette noticed what your current topic of conversation was.

“Oh, he’s here already I see.”

“You knew he was going to be here?” You asked with exasperation, Laf nodded curtly. “Why didn’t you tell me?” You didn’t get an answer, Jefferson looked at Lafayette and said that he would be back in a moment. It wasn’t even ten second later when you heard a voice that floated in your dreams.

“Uncle Laf, I did not expect you to be here! Have you brought someone along as well?” He asked. Lafayette gave you a tight lipped smile. You took a deep breath and turned around, Philip’s eyes met yours and that spark was their once more as they widened from shock. “St-uh I mean, Titania…I didn’t know you’d be here…” He took heavy breaths.

“Hello Philip…” You trailed off.

“Uncle Laf, you uh, brought Titania to the party?” He asked nervously. What the hell’s his problem?

“Yes, I did. She looks quite lovely; do you not agree?”

“I uh, um uh…” He stammered. Okay, now I’m starting to get a bit upset and not in the sad way.

“And you must be Theodosia! You’re just as beautiful as Philip described you!” You squeaked. Theodosia unlinked her arm from Philip’s and smiled sweetly at you.

“Aw! You’re so kind! You really think I’m beautiful Philly? That’s so sweet!” Her voice was just as cute as she was. How could I ever compete with that? Thomas came back and stood next to you.

“Ah, so a Hamilton did come. How old are you now Philip? Nineteen?” What are you doing? You already knew he was here. Before he could answer, you heard the sound of various instruments playing. “It appears that the time of dance has finally arrived! Philip, you wouldn’t mind if I stole Titania away for a dance, would you?” Jefferson asked, playing politics. Alright, this is getting just ridiculous at this point. You turned to face Jefferson.

“Thomas, why ask Philip? If you wish for a dance, simply ask me.” You said with forged interest. He smiled slightly and held out his hand.

“Of course, what was I thinking? Would you do me the honors of allowing me a dance, Miss Titania?” You gave him your hand as an answer and he led you over to the dancefloor where several couples were already dancing. Jefferson pulled you close.

“Just so you know, I can’t dance.” You whispered, he twirled you around before laying his hand on your waist.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be leading.” He joked. He took a step, then another, he conducted you across the floor. You stepped on his feet a few times but he didn’t seem to react to it. You saw Philip and Theodosia from across the room, his face was blank as they began to dance together. You were spun out of Jefferson’s arms and your back hit something. Someone touched your shoulder.

“Monsieur Jefferson, you would not mind if I stepped in would you?” Lafayette asked from behind you. Jefferson walked over to the two of you, debating something in his head.

“Here’s an idea, we could share.” He suggested. Share? What does that mean?

“But this is not France, mon ami!” What the fuck is happening in France?!

“Who says that it can’t be tonight?” Jefferson pointed out, the two men looked at each other with mutual understanding. DO I JUST HAVE NO SAY IN THIS?! Laf took your hand and danced with you for a moment, leading you closer to the center of the room. His dancing was much more relaxed and gentle than Jefferson’s.

“Titania, quick, tell me what Philip’s favorite physical trait is for you.” He whispered, you were traded off to Jefferson.

“I noticed you called me Thomas earlier, that’s new.” He nudged you past him and met Laf once more.

“Quickly!”

“Uh, my eyes!” You answered. Too many conversations are happening at once! Laf nodded and the two of you slid across the floor, the two of you passing by Philip and Theodosia.

“Mademoiselle, te yeux sont beacoup belle, mets de côté se sur moi, s’il te plait.” He whispered, although not quiet enough. You saw Philip visibly flinch but before you could ask what he said, you were changed back over to Jefferson. You started to notice a bit of a pattern to their dancing, Laf was more elegant, he preferred soft turns and slow spins. Jefferson who the opposite, all of his moves were sharp and precise, intense seemed to be the word that described it best.

“Can’t dance, huh?” Jefferson asked rhetorically.

“That’s correct, I don’t know how to dance!” He chuckled at your insistence, he leaned in and whispered in your ear.

“I would be inclined to disagree…” It was at that moment you realized something, people were starting to clear the floor. They were watching you, you were in the metaphorical spotlight. Jefferson felt you squeeze his hand. Oh God, they’re all staring at me. I’m gonna mess up! Shit, shit, shit! He squeezed your hand back to get your attention. “Don’t worry, they’re looking at you because you look beautiful. You’re doing great.” He reassured. You were spun into the center of the room, but Lafayette was not there to do any sort of trade off as you had been doing. Instead you saw the two men circling around you, you wondered how they were able to sync up their choreography so seamlessly. All eyes were on the three of you. You picked up an edge of your skirt with each hand and twirled around in place, lifting up one edge every few seconds. You stopped when you felt a hand hit your left shoulder, then your right. Thomas and Laf were on either side of you, they stepped around you, both of them moving their hands down your arm. Lafayette grabbed your right hand, Jefferson took your left and both of them bowed down a kissed your knuckles lightly. Everyone in the room clapped, being very entertained by the scene. The two men straightened their posture and smiled at the crowd. A blush of embarrassment stretched across your cheeks as you looked on at everyone. You looked around and saw a very happy Theodosia, clapping in amusement at the scene, Philip however did not look pleased. He was biting his lip and almost looked annoyed by something. He stared at you for a moment but you were swiftly led away by Lafayette back to the side of the room. Honestly, that’s where you felt more comfortable. Laf bellowed with laughter.

“That was quite enjoyable, was it not?” He asked, Jefferson followed you over, a sneaky smile on his face as always.

“How was that?” He asked you. You thought on that for a moment before responding.

“Actually…that was really fun! I haven’t done anything like that in…well ever!” You giggled, the weight of the world’s gaze falling from you. You actually felt happy, which had been noticeably very difficult these past couple months.

The rest of the night went something like this, you danced with Laf and Thomas but you also did with a few other men. You really felt like you were dazzling the room and it was great! You didn’t expect how much fun you’d have. As the evening wound down Laf said he would call for the coach to come around. You didn’t see Philip anywhere so you assumed he had already left. Jefferson appeared in front of you, he always seemed much calmer when he was talking with someone one on one.

“I had a very lovely time with you, Titania. Perhaps you should attend these events more often. As I aid earlier, it’s nice to see you in something other than an apron.” He complimented.

“Perhaps, yes. Although, should a married man be making such flirtatious comments at someone so much younger than he?” You asked sarcastically.

“I am simply an appreciator of all things beautiful, I simply cannot keep my opinion to myself!” He joked. Lafayette came back and informed you that the carriage was ready, the two of you said your goodbyes to Thomas and left in the carriage. As the coach pulled into the yard back at the estate, you noticed someone leaning against the balustrade of the steps. Philip? Laf hopped out of the carriage and helped you down.

“Uncle Laf, would you mind if I talked with Y/N for a moment?” He asked with an edge in his tone. Lafayette raised his eyebrows knowingly.

“Of course, Philip. Miss Y/N, you were the perfect company this evening. I shall see you tomorrow.” He bowed his head and walked inside, leaving you with Philip.

“What do you want, Hamilton?” You asked in annoyance.

“Oh, so I’m Hamilton now? What happened to ‘sunshine’?” What the fuck is his problem?!

“Okay, you know what? You’re really pissing me off right now and I do not have to deal with this.” You walked past him and entered the house. You walked across the main room, through the dining room. Philip followed close behind you.

“This isn’t over! We are going to talk about this!”

“I don’t really feel like talking to you right now, Hamilton!” You yelled back at him. You went through the kitchen and out the back door into the garden. You weren’t sure why you went there of all places. Philip followed you out and closed the door behind him.

“No, we will talk about what just happened!”

“So now you care? You don’t talk to me for months and now you’re suddenly interested?”

“You went to a ball with my uncle and danced with my father’s mortal enemy! How is that in any way okay?” He asked.

“It doesn’t matter! This is my life and you obviously don’t seem to care about me, so how about you shut the fuck up! You have no room to talk!”

“Well at least I’m not pretending to be someone I’m not! The Y/N I know wouldn’t be all buddy-buddy with Jefferson!” You got in his face, if he thought that he could lecture you after being a total jackass, he had another things coming.

“Oh, I’m pretending? Have you even looked in a mirror lately, Philip? I obviously don’t know you because the Philip I thought I knew was kind, funny and actually had a heart! What makes you think you know anything about me?”

“I know you because I’ve loved you for years! And I thought that maybe you loved me back for a while there! Why didn’t you ask me to stay?” His voice dropped to a whisper and you were overwhelmed.

“What are you talking about?” You asked, he ran his fingers through his hair.

“When I left, you didn’t ask me to stay. I left it alone at the time but… it kept eating away at me. When I saw you on my Christmas back home, it was so difficult! You were always so indecisive with me, like you were never sure how to feel or act around me. I didn’t even get to say goodbye to you before I had to leave. Did Mom tell you? I stayed with you, all those days while you were asleep, I was by your side. After I went back to school, it reminded me of when I told you I was going to be away to begin with. That made me wonder, did you not ask me to stay because you couldn’t or because you wouldn’t? You think I don’t have a heart? I tried to get over you, I lost faith that you would actually want to be with someone like me. But I put the emphasis on tried. Even tonight, I couldn’t stop comparing Theodosia to you, she’s smart yes but not the same way you are. She just agreed with me on everything I said, you never did that! You’d challenge me, give me a reason to think! Every night, I’d look outside my window and think ‘God, I hope she’s looking up at the stars and knows that I’m here. That I’m seeing her eyes every single time.’ I never stopped thinking that, even when I came home…” He trailed off, you saw tears pricking at his eyes and no matter how many times h tried to wipe them away, they’d always come back.

“Philly…Why didn’t you tell me this?” You asked in a soft voice, he shook his head.

“I was scared… I didn’t want to hear you say… that you didn’t feel the same. I mean, you probably don’t but…I just really couldn’t handle that. So, I tried to forget you… But then, I saw you tonight at the ball. I got this feeling in my chest, it was suffocating. I didn’t want to see you there, dancing and laughing with all those other men. At the same time, I sure as hell didn’t want Theodosia on my arm, I wanted it to be you! I felt so angry, I was mad at myself for not being able to walk up to you, it was ridiculous! How are you supposed to tell the woman you love your feelings if she doesn’t reciprocate?” He sounded so lost and defeated, it was heartbreaking.

“Philip Hamilton, that’s not fair…because I do love you!” You saw his eyes widen. “I didn’t ask you to stay, not because I didn’t want to but because it didn’t feel right. I thought you wanted to do this, I didn’t want to hold you back. And that’s because I love you more than anything in this life, I would choose your happiness over mine every time. I put what we had aside, but right now I’m standing by your side. No one else’s.” You took his hand and entwined your fingers together. A few stray tears fell from his eyes and in that moment, his color was back. My Autumn Rhythms.

“Oh thank God! I feel like such an idiot; I didn’t want to tell you like this. I shouldn’t have gotten upset with you. I’m so, so sorry!” He brought you linked hands to his chest and clutched it hopefully.

“Hey, it’s okay! I was mad too, apology accepted. We were both being kind of ridiculous at some point. I’m just happy that this is finally happening!” You couldn’t help but have a huge grin on your face. He looked down at you, you still weren’t used to how tall he was. You brought your other hand to his cheek and tried to wipe his tear streaks away with your thumb. His eyes met yours and you felt your heart skip a beat. Boom. You saw his eyes move in that familiar triangle pattern. Right, left, down, right, left, down. He leaned forward and this time, you weren’t nervous, this time you met him halfway. You felt like the world stopped turning, the universe couldn’t keep you two apart. His lips felt like the sun’s rays were kissing you, and honestly that was the most accurate thing that could ever describe it. Nothing else mattered more to you but him. He pushed some of your hair behind your ear and as he pulled away he unlaced one of the stems in your braid.

“Helpless… Don’t think I didn’t notice these too by the way.” He poked your nose with the petals on the flowers.

“Angie and Eliza helped me get ready… Holy Shit!” You suddenly had a realization. “They planned this! All of them!”

“Who planned what?” Philip questioned.

“They did! Alex, Laf, Eliza, they all knew this would happen!” Philip let out a huge laugh.

“That sounds like something they’d do. I’m glad they did though.” You smiled up at him.

“Yeah, me too.”

May you always be satisfied.

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