#the god of despair didn't try to return his soul to his body

[nerdpoe]

Cale, when he was being placed back into his body after the GoD test, found himself in a weird empty place.

The only thing in it is a pedestal, and on that pedestal is an intricate, golden pocketwatch.

It's open, and has far too many hands. He can see the gears inside it, and even though none of the seventeen hands are moving, the gears are. If he looks closer at the gears, he can start to see...something.

It looked like space. Like a galaxy, hidden in between the gears.

He pokes around it for a bit, but nothing happens. It just sits there, looking shiny and expensive.

He had no idea what this thing was, but...it was probably worth a lot. If it wasn't, the kids would like it.

He reaches out, grabs it, and wakes up in his body, surrounded by shields and people telling him not to move.

Except the next time he tries to use Instant, time freezes all around him; and his body has no ill effects. In fact, he can feel not only his time, but every single version of himself at all points in time.

The drawback comes after he stops using the power; every orifice that can bleed, does, and he faints from blood loss so intense that his regeneration Power can't keep up.

He calls a meeting with Jack and Cage later, to find out what the fuck happened.

She takes one look at him and dives for the bar. Jack takes a longer look and joins her.

"You crazy bastard," Cage says between swigs, refusing to look at Cale.

"How did you steal a god's power?" Jack asks, voice high pitched as he shakily pours himself a glass of wine.

[humanitysstrongestsoldier1]

𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐑 | 𝑈. 𝑇𝐸𝑁𝐺𝐸𝑁 x Reader|Pt. 2

TW: manipulation, explicit sexual content, yandere, stalking

AO3 LINK!!!!

PART ONE!!!

Notes: ehehehehehe, gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss!

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(3 months later)

"Tengen! You have to eat something, please!" (Name) exclaimed to him, as he sat on the veranda of the Uzui Mansion. He had been sitting there almost every day, trying to reimagine his memories with his wives. But every time he did, he would remember the bloodbath that happened three months earlier. Luckily, (Name) had ordered the discardment of most of the belongings of his wives, so he wouldn't break down every time.

(Name) moved in with him and had permission from Oyakata-sama and Rengoku to do so. He needed support so he wouldn't fall into an abyss. (Name) took this opportunity to get even closer to him. Taking care of him, holding him as he cried, taking him to bed, and feeding him. She was devoted to her god. He saved her, so now it's her turn to save him. Her plan of making him fall in love with her was slowly working.

"I will, I promise." He quietly responded.

She sighed, standing behind his sitting form. "You said that last time too. Get up. I made your favourite, fugu sashimi. I know you like it made by my hand."

His ears perked up at the sound of his favourite food, and he stood up, following her inside to the dining area. He sat down at the empty table, which used to be full, and looked at (Name), who walked over, bringing a plate with the food. She placed it in front of him and returned to the kitchen to clean up. Tengen dug in, and sighed at the taste. She had made it for him before at the corps HQ and since that day, he has only loved it made by her hands.

He savoured the dish and looked at (Name), who was putting some utensils up. At first he felt horrible for making (Name) go out on missions and also care for him, but she reassured him that she was returning the favour of him saving her life. She walked over and gently smiled at the empty plate, content with his eating. She walked over to the sink, did the dishes, and hummed her song. As she was focused on cleaning, she didn't notice Tengen, who had crept up behind her. He grasped her waist and rested his chin on her shoulder.

"Tengen?" She asked, worried about his behaviour.

"Shh. Let me hold you." Tengen whispered, his lips brushing against her skin. "Thank you. For being here. For taking care of my worthless ass."

(Name) finished washing the dishes and drying her hands before turning to him and saying, "You are far from worthless. You are worth everything to me. You are my soul, Tengen. Don’t you dare condemn yourself. Take all the time you need to heal; I will wait patiently. I will hold you in your darkest hours. I have devoted myself to you; I'm not leaving."

Tengen’s eyes widened and brightened at her words. He realised that she had never left him and that she had truly saved him from the darkness. Without her, he would have probably fallen into an ocean of despair. His eyes trailed across her face, which was laced with concern and adoration. Her eyebrows scrunched at his silence, so she tried to speak. But before she could, he bent down to her level, and his lips smashed against hers.

He pulled her closer by the waist and felt her warmth radiating onto him. In contact with his own, her lips were pillowy, soft, almost silken. As they breathed each other in, he felt a gentle tingle from her breath tickling his nose. His hands brushed through her hair. Their bodies pressed together heatedly, breathing heavily as their lips moulded together. Warmth bloomed in (Name’s) chest, sparks igniting as Tengen lifted her and placed her on the counter. He took the entirety of her in. The smell of her perfume, the soft, flowery scent of her conditioner, the sliver of skin under her shirt. He took it all in. (Name’s) arms wrapped behind Tengen’s neck, pulling him even closer. They stayed like this for what seemed like hours until they pulled away, breathing heavily.

"Too fast?" Tengen asked, smiling at her flushed expression.

(Name) blinked, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "No, just perfect. You're improving day by day. Even if you are using me to get your frustrations out."

Tengen stood between her legs, grasping her chin in his large hand. "I would never. I was just too damn slow to realise that you fucking love me. Too slow to realise that I may feel the same way. Too slow to realise that this time, you saved me."

Her eyes brimmed with tears, and they fell down her cheeks.

He loves me. Loves me. H̷̢̞͈̜̝̠̘̆̑̀é̸̡̗͓͓̪͓̘̈́̕ ̴͙͚̦̻͚̯͇̙̃͗̊̾̋̃͛͗͋̕͜l̸̩͔̂̀̂̈́̐̔̎͆̏̕͠ö̴̡̡͉̯̪͙̖́v̶̳̒́͐̍̿̇ę̷̛̗͓̰̰͖̻̒͂̑̀̅̀̕͘s̸͍͈̮̰̥̗̒͑̆͗̐̾͝ͅ ̸̢̡̞̪̹͎͕͒͝m̶̢͚̪͙̝̜̯͍̯̰̅͆̄̈́̿͒ͅe̸̛̼̘͔̥̟̼͍̎̄̃̓̃̚̕͝ͅ.̶̘̜̣͎̲̞̏̂ ̷̧̧̖͓̯͗̅̋̓͋̓̕͜͝Ļ̵̤͉̝̱̿͊̄̎ͅơ̶̞̬͙͎͆͂͝v̶̧̰͔̰̱̩̮̺̲̬̊̆̊ȇ̸͕͆̀̓̎͝s̶͍̘͓̬̙̜̄̍̍̉ ̵̞̎͜ͅͅm̵̨̈́͆̒͂̚ē̸̡̺̤͉͙̈́̽̔̆͋͜.̵̻́̈́̋̊̾̓͋̑̚͝ ̸̭̬̬̈́̂̚L̴̢͚͔̪̥͉̻̳̈́̑̌̀̏̆̍̔̚͠ọ̷̬̲̞̹͆̀̾̉̔̒͘͘v̵̙̗̟̫͚̰͆̈́̈́͌e̶̛͔͔̳̺͖͒̐̋̃̃̚͠s̵̡̭͈̦̲͚̦̱̽̆̊̏̈́̏̐̒̋ ̸̡͚̞̦̯͖̱̞̥̃́̏̑̓̕͝ṃ̶̛͔̗͖͈̺̘̞̿̀̃̂e̶̥͊́.̸̱͓̜̾̈́̓̈̈́́̆͂̚̕̚ ̶̧͓̩̟̓͐̍͊͒̿̑̕̚͝͝L̸̯͔̘̯̒̓̕ó̴̡̟̱̉͌̏̀͂̀̎̒̚v̸̮͍̮͔̜̼̳̟̖̦̇̋̆͊̾̈́̔̌͠è̵̞̹͙̹͝s̵̘͈̔̾̈̓̔͝ ̶̣̪̪̞͕͈͕͕̮̈́̑͑̓��ͅm̶̺͍͈̝͙̬̏̀̃̌́̓̔͘e̵̡̫̘̖̤͙͚̩̓̏̀.̵̼͔͍̆̆̈́̇̚ͅ ̴̦̹̍̀̌ͅĻ̵̡͙̝͕̳̠̹̹̟̋͗̉͝o̸̧̞̣͚̘̼̫͔͗̇̽̈̀͠͝ͅv̷̨̯̤̯̞͍̦̲̘̥͕̈́̍͝é̴̡̛̺̟̪͖̤͔͓̝͂̊͜ͅş̶̧̰͉͎̦̮̝̲̖̏̃͌̃̽̋͂̀̀͛ͅ ̵̪̼̠̯͖̋͒͂̈́͐͗̀̒̕͠͝m̴̢̗̳̄̽̎͆̕͝e̸̛̥͍̯͜.̸̻͍̠̜̚. The flower was right!

The secret admirer had followed her to the mansion and had started leaving the sunset-coloured roses there too. So she used them to pass the time. ‘He loves me. He loves me, not’ Her everyday game. And it would always end with ‘He loves me.’ And fate seemed to prove itself at that moment.

"I do. I do love you. I don’t expect you to give yourself to me right now. I will wait for you until the end of time, if so be it. No one will break us apart. No one." She replied, her tears blurring her eyes.

His gentle hands wiped them away from her cheeks, "In due time. The gods will bind our fate. You have my word, (Name). But for today, let me have you. Let me take care of you. Let me love you."

She had done it. She had made him hers. After months of work. He was hers. And no one would dare say otherwise. The two of them basked in each other's glory for the day. Their lips touched. Their bare skin on each other. His fingers caressed her warmth. His tongue was spelling his name out. His cock was buried in her sopping cunt. His head was hidden in her neck, his voice groaning after every thrust.

This is how she wanted it. The two of them. Together. With no one in their way.

They say that, when you first fall in love, there is attraction. Attraction turns into a bond. A bond, which becomes the colour of love. Love, whose foundation is trust. Trust, which is deeper than devotion. Devotion, that has madness in it. And madness, which leads to death. But for her, that madness would just lead to an unyielding obsession with her saviour. And not even God could stop her limitless love for him.

(1 year later)

A whole year of waiting led to this day. He will finally be mine. The gods stand as judges and the stars stand witness.

(Name) thought, looking into the mirror as Mitsuri and Shinobu did her hair and makeup.

"I’m so happy for you (Name)-chan. You and Uzui-san are meant for each other. And you look like a goddess in this kimono!" Mitsuri preached, joining the two braids with a star clip to the back of her head. She combed through the bottom half, fluffing the curls.

Shinobu finished her final touches and agreed, saying, "I knew it would happen sooner or later. He saved you. You saved him. Your destinies are intertwined."

(Name) glanced at the two of them, smiling, and said, "I can't thank you enough. I appreciate you so much for helping me get ready today."

"You're our friend! And it's your special day. We will always be ready to witness your happiness. I can’t wait to get married to a hero too! You will be there, right?" Mitsuri announced.

"Of course! Like you said, we are friends. And when that time comes, I’ll be the one making you look even more beautiful than you already do."

Mitsuri gasped and hugged her, and (Name) hugged her back. Looking at Shinobu, she beckoned her to join in. The three of them embraced each other until a knock echoed throughout the room. Shinobu bellowed for the stranger to come in, and a head of yellow-red hair peeked in.

Rengoku stepped in and took a long look at (Name) and smiled, saying, "You look breathtaking, Starfire."

(Name) smiled, walking up to him and giving him a tight hug. "Thank you, Kyojurou. And thank you again for walking me down."

"Of course!" Rengoku proclaimed, pulling away and kissing her forehead. He brought his hand out, and she grasped it, walking out of the room with Mitsuri and Shinobu following behind.

They all walked to the shrine, ready to take part in a huge celebration. Mitsuri and Shinobu joined the guests, and Rengoku walked her over to Tengen. Whose eyes were sparkling at the sight of (Name). Rengoku kissed her cheek and wished her good luck before joining the guests as well.

Tengen, who stood in front of her, grasped her trembling hands and whispered, "You look like a goddess." She smiled and mouthed a ‘thank you’ to him.

The priest walked over and began the ceremony. 

They performed the purification rite (Shubatsu 修祓) first, in which all in attendance stood and bowed to be symbolically purified. 

Next, they performed the prayer (Norito-sojo 祝詞奏上) in which the Shinto priest announces the marriage of the bridal couple to the shrine altar, and all in attendance stand and bow.

The third was the beginning of the most important parts. The exchange of sake (San San Kudo 三々九度). The priest held the tray with the sake, and the two of them took turns sipping three times from cups of three sizes: small, medium, and large (The first two times, the cup is raised to one’s lips. The sake is only drunk at the third sip.)

After they were done, Tengen and (Name) approached the true altar and spoke their wedding vows with large voices (Seishi Sodoku 誓詞奏読).

The next ritual was to represent the safe end of the ceremony, (Tamagushi Hoten 新郎新婦玉串奉奠). The couple received the sakaki branch from the shrine maiden and placed it at the altar. Tengen and (Name) bowed twice and clapped twice.

The last ritual was the exchanging of rings (Yubi-wa Kokan 指輪の交換). Tengen slipped on a beautiful ring that had an intricate design of a diamond in the middle and a twisted band that had small rubies in it. (Name) did the same to him; his ring was similar to hers. A simple ring with small diamonds in the middle and two ruby bands on each end. The crowd consumed the shrine with claps and yells of happiness.

The two of them grasped each other's hands and turned to them, smiling and waving. (Name) looked at Rengoku, who seemed unfazed until he noticed her glancing at him. He immediately smiled and laughed heavily, but the laugh seemed to be missing something…

They both headed towards the guests, chatting and exchanging hugs. Congratulations were heard all around the room for many minutes as they met everyone. Oyakata-sama also blessed the two of them with a prosperous marriage. As they both walked out of the shrine, they were met with a setting sun and a shining Venus, who watched over them, overseeing their bond.

(Timeskip- 7 Months Later)

Tengen was happier than ever. He was back as a flamboyant demon slayer with (Name) by his side, fighting with him. The two of them were a sight to behold: the shinobi and his goddess. Their match was known throughout the corps. But a certain admirer still didn't stop dropping flowers by the mansion. Fortunately, (Name) bore with it and ended up planting them out in the garden. Tengen was coming back to the Uzui mansion from an important mission, excited to see (Name). As he entered the home, the smell of ramen broth hit his nose, and he sighed, happy to be home.

"I’m home!" Tengen yelled out in the open.

"Welcome back, my love!" A gentle voice bellowed out to him from the kitchen.

Tengen walked into the kitchen and met a pregnant (Name), who walked up to him and gave him a kiss. 

"Babe, you are glowing! Lookin all ravishing for me today?" He purred, rubbing her belly with a gentle hand.

"I look ravishing every day, darling." She crooned, smirking up at him.

"True that. But you look so fuckable right now with your little mom slippers. I just wanna gobble you all up."

"Please, you are always so desperate after a mission."

“No, no, you really do! I-I just." He stammered.

"What's stopping you?"

"Huh?"

"What's stopping you from ravishing me?" She grinned.

"N-nothing…"

"Exactly..." she whispered seductively.

"Fuck…you are one wicked woman."

"Oh, I know that. So are you going to? Or are you going to back out and-"

She was cut off by Tengen lifting her up bridal style and walking to the main bedroom. He placed her gently on the bed and hovered over her, smirking down at her.

"You were saying?" He teased her.

"You sly shinobi."

He chuckled and kissed her passionately while she kicked off her slippers. His hands wandered to her robe and untangled the knot, meeting her naked body.

“You sly woman. I come home to this?” He groaned, copying her words, his eyes soaking up her body.

"Clothes are too heavy now. I already have to carry this kid. It’s a hassle." She responded while undoing his headband and ponytail.

He laughed and nipped her neck while moving his hands down to her lower stomach. He moved down and kissed it, saying, "Can’t wait to meet you, little one. I’m gonna love ya so much."

She smiled down at her husband and saw his adoring look at her belly. Before she could speak, his fingers had already made their way down to her soaked cunt. His thumb gently rubbed her clit and his middle and ring fingers slipped easily into her.

"Mmm fuck... right there." She moaned, shutting her eyes to feel him more.

His fingers curled upwards and hit a sensitive spot, at which she grasped his hair, moaning.

"Tengen please~" She whined, bucking her hips into his fingers, desperately reaching for her climax.

"Can’t have my woman waiting, now, can I? You've done so much for me. I love you so much, pretty girl, you know. Imma take care of you." He said this as he continued teasing her walls.

She hummed a response and waited for him to continue his ministrations. His lips latched on to her sensitive bundle of nerves, and his tongue teased her little nub. Tengen thrust his fingers as he played with her clit making her get closer and closer to a release. (Name’s) moans got louder and louder, and her voice echoed throughout the mansion, reaching every corner of the place.

Abruptly, he stopped, the moment he realised she was extremely close. He pulled away and came back up to her face.

(Name) fluttered her eyelids open, meeting his fuschia-coloured eyes. "Why’d you stop love?"

"You're gonna cum on my cock and nowhere else, love. I can't have you cumming simply on my fingers, can I?"

She gasped at the feeling of his length rubbing over her clit and scrunched her eyebrows, looking into his eyes and pleading. He smiled and pecked her lips before slipping his cock into her sensitive, dripping walls. She groaned at the feeling of his girth stretching her and clawed his toned back at his deep thrust, which hit her cervix.

"T-tengen please… more…" She moaned into his ear.

His hands grasped her hips, and he thrust gently into her. The squelching sounds and her breathy moans hit his ears, and he groaned into her neck. He thrust faster and faster, trying to help her and him reach a blissful release.

(Name) was getting closer and closer. Her walls tightened around his cock, and he groaned loudly, "Fuck. You take me so well. You're doing so good love. That's it."

She wrapped her legs around his waist as she reached her heavenly climax and moaned into the air, breathing heavily. Tengen came soon after her, releasing his warm seed into her walls, coating her white. Pulling out, he recollected himself and looked at (Name’s) flushed expression. Her cheeks red, her eyes watery and her skin glowing.

His gentle lips met her forehead, and he muttered, "I love you so much."

She sighed into his touch and said, "I love you too."

They stayed in each other's embrace for a while until (Name) jolted up and her eyes widened. "FUCK! THE RAMEN! SHIT SHIT SHIT!!"

She grabbed her robe, slipped it on, and ran to the kitchen. Tengen looked at her run, flabbergasted at her outburst. His laugh roared throughout the mansion as he chased after her.

~~~

Throughout the months that she had been with him, many people had died for simply trying to flirt with him. But of course, the Sound Hashira never realised (Name’s) obsessive actions. He was devoted to her, and she was devoted to him. And when devotion casts its shadow upon one's heart, people often call it obsession. Obsession, which is both passion and relief. It can make you lonely, but there are some people whose biggest strength is their obsession. This was her greatest strength.

However, (Name) herself hadn't realised that some people who she was relatively close with in the corps were disappearing. This was the act of her secret admirer, who to this day stands ever-strong, waiting for the right time to pounce like a lion.

But, of course, (Name) wouldn't let that happen. She was ready to kill whoever got in her way. Some say that falling in love is like sinking into an abyss where only death can bring one out. But even beyond death was (Name’s) love. She was willing to cross the world as a soul to stay with Tengen, even if it meant fighting God. Yes, there was a fine line between devotion and obsession, but there she was, willing to cross it.

(Name’s) love was endless, without consequence, and without limit. She would continue loving Tengen in the light but killing those who were in her way at night. Her illusion of innocence was so strong that Tengen himself trusted (Name) blindly. 

(Name) had one rule in her life: "Love, only the one you can control; when love begins to control you, destroy it."

But there was no need for her to destroy Tengen; he was already in the grasp of (Name’s) claws, and she was easily able to make him succumb to her will.

He was hers. She was his. His saviour. Her saviour. And that was it.

~~~~~

The man stood in the garden smiling at his flowers, which (Name) ended up planting. He hid from prying eyes as he laid the flowers on the veranda. Soon, he turned around to leave until he heard soft moans coming from the main bedroom. Curiously, he walked over to the curtained window and made out the shadows of (Name) and Tengen. The bed was creaking, and (Name) was groaning Tengen’s voice out into the room.

The man’s nails dug into his palms as he listened to her seductive voice, moaning not his but another man’s name. He grimaced, his face turning into a heavy scowl. His breath got heavier as her voice got louder. But he eased himself; he had to be patient. He had to be calm. In order to have her, he would have to calm his flames. He slowly relaxed and turned around, walking out of the garden to stand in the nearby forest.

The wind blew in his lion-like, yellow-red hair, and he took one last look at the mansion and smirked, remembering his flowers that were now planted in the Uzui garden.

"You were my Tsuguko to begin with. You will always belong to me. Soon (Name), soon you will be mine." Rengoku Kyojurou whispered into the forest, speaking of his dark desires to the beings that lived there.. 

Once the Flame Hashira was set on something, he was determined to gain it. No matter the cost.

And this time it was (Name) he wanted, so (Name) is what he would get...

Notes:

yeah...so she was acquaintances with douma for a pretty long time but he was just chillin, no one that important, unlike rengoku... too many yanderes man! i dont see wonky eyebrows as a "joe goldberg" type person but i wanted to add my own twist cuz i was bored out of my mind so here we are with stalker rengoku...fun right!

relax, I'm not that psychotic.......or am i?

yanderes just do something to me idk why. maybe its the idea of having someone obsessed with you ifykwim

[yandere-sins]

So I had a request. Could I get a Obey Me fix with Yan!Lucifer falling for a darling that recently fell from the Celestial Realm? Thanks so much!

Thanks for the request ♥ Enjoy!

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"Does it hurt?"

You couldn't help yourself from chuckling bitterly at the sentiment, Lucifer's feather brush gliding through the scorched black remnants of your wings. He tried his best to accommodate the pain and crumbling of your once so beautifully pure feathers, but it was only a charade that you both played, pretending it would help to tend to them as if you hadn't fallen from grace. Of course it hurt; both his touch and your reflection in the mirror.

Nothing about the image reflected at you reminded you of yourself. You no longer felt like a beautiful angel, seeing how all that was pure and good once had turned to ash, hellfire having burned the ends of your hair crisp and short and swallowed the better portion of what had once been the most loyal wings of the Celestial Realm. Pride ruined men, but it also grasped its greedy hands towards the angels that were just a little too perfect.

Like you.

But in your case, it wasn't just a metaphor to describe the tragic end of your angelical self; it was the true, bitter reality. If not for God's favorite, the fallen son, the most beautiful of all angels, you'd not be in this situation. Had Lucifer not meddled with what he wanted but wasn't his to take, you'd not be sitting in his bathroom, miserable and in pain, having him brush and destroy the last bit of your scorched dignity.

Once you were respected, looked up to. Now, you were just another fallen angel like any other. Well, not exactly like any other, seeing as you were Pride's favorite, but close enough. At least you were ugly enough to match the pitiful, degraded angels of hell, with hellfire ash smearing down your cheeks like washed-down mascara and your body wrapped in bandages to cover the severe burns of your holy shell. The bodily wounds would heal, you were assured. You'd return a changed creature once you've accepted your new self. But could you ever, with much more severe wounds deep inside you?

Sniffling, your nose was still entirely clogged with snot from hours of crying and whining at Lucifer's feet. Had it not been his fault, you would have been glad that you weren't alone, in pain and devastated as you were. Emotions you had never had to feel before, unable to deal with them. Feelings you didn't know you could experience. If humans had to feel these, they were pitiful indeed. Damn it, that was very human of you to think as well.

"It'll get better," Lucifer assured you again, never letting you suffocate in the despair even if you wanted to. He watched your lifeless eyes staring into his bathroom mirror - trying to find any meaning to your life now - intently. Feeling every flinch of pain on your body with the tips of his fingers, he roamed you like the possession you were to him. His gaze looked deep into your soul, and you felt him sucking it out in the attempt to know you, absorb you even. He wanted to know everything about you, even the things you didn't say out loud.

"How can you say that," you muttered, voice shaking. A surge of anger spread through you, your wings bristling. Lucifer took a step back as they began to crumble, ash coating his clothes like a diminutive form of revenge. Your eyes met in the reflection, a not-in-the-least-regretful 'tsks' reprimanding you after he told you not to move your already fragile limbs.

"It was you who dumped that brazier over my head, and yet you don't feel any remorse, do you?"

Calling him out so crudely was something you had never done before. But what did it matter now? There were no virtues to uphold now that they didn't matter anymore. No one below the Celestial Realm cared for virtue, loyalty, or even truthfulness, and you'd never be allowed to return to where you belonged. You already didn't feel like you belonged there anymore either...

Still, you wouldn't have said anything out of respect, but Lucifer be damned, why should you care now? It was all meaningless now anyway.

"Settle," he merely instructed—or rather, commanded. His hand fell to your shoulder, assertively pushing you down into the stool. "Stop being hostile; I saved you."

At that, you couldn't help but fight against his push again, flaring the bony remnants of your wings and puffing yourself up. "Saved me? Do I look like I am saved?! You defaced me! Ripped me away from my life! What about forcing me to fall from grace was 'saving' me?!"

Lucifer's gaze fell from yours back to your wings. He took a step forward without hesitation, placing the brush on top of the healthiest remaining feathers again. The ones that the flames pooling around your feet hadn't reached only burned. Without humoring your outbreak of emotions, he began to brush them again in downward strokes, carefully, slowly. As if he knew what he was doing. As if he had done it many times before.

"You're beautiful," he whispered. "Your wings will come back stronger, and your tears will disappear in the embrace of my arms. And once you are ready to accept your new life, that I did it for us, you'll see what I've known much longer than you: that you love me. I waited for a long time for you to come to me, so you can't blame me for taking the initiative when you were finally within my reach. They tried to keep you away from where you belonged, right here, with me. We all flourished down here, and so will you by my side."

Defeated, you sagged into your seat, listening to the maddening lies he spun to defend himself. Of course, you couldn't expect an apology from someone that never apologized. If there was one damned soul out there that could get away with walking over all the others, it was Lucifer. And he was good at it too. With decades of experience ahead of you, you felt his manipulative excuses nib at your new feelings; the anxiety, insecurities.

"I won't let them hurt you any longer. I won't let anyone hurt you ever again, not even yourself. You still have to learn what it means to have fallen, but I will teach you. I'll be the strong shoulder you can always count on. I am...”

He took a long, deep breath, the mood changing as he grew more serious with every word he spoke. He was preparing for the final stab, the one that would change the outcome of the war raging between you two still. Putting his brush aside, Lucifer leaned down, kissing the space between your pitiful wings veneratively. His striking red eyes reappeared in the reflection behind you as his lips traveled to the back of your head, finishing the sentence against the remains of your once graceful hair that was turning darker by the second.

"I am all that you have now."

It was enough to make you weep.

Because he was right. You really had no one else. Everyone else down here wouldn't care, and everyone up there would disown you after what happened, thinking you did this to yourself.

"Feel free to unwrap the bandages and take a shower. You'll feel better," Lucifer ushered as you began to weep into your hands. Even when he left, rather coldly, making sure you'd feel the loss of his presence next to you all the more severely, you couldn't bring yourself to get up or do anything. You'd have rather burned with your last feather, save yourself from your fate as Lucifer dictated it to you so perfectly practiced for this moment. You'd have done anything, so you didn't have to rely on the devil that ruined your life.

But when he found you still in the same state as he left you minutes later, Lucifer merely sighed before a slight grin crept on his face as he reached for a towel. "Let me help," he offered in sinister innocence. You thought you reached the bottom of misery, but there was not one good intention in Lucifer's soul when the opportunity arose to show you just how much farther you could fall.

He might have been God's favorite in heaven, but there was a reason that Lucifer was the worst angel in hell.

[christihellen24]

Continuing -

Chara had woken up in the middle of the night, she wasn't able to sleep because of her pregnancy, which was almost in the final stretch. She was going down the stairs calmly, when she heard the sound of loud voices coming from the basement of the house, it seemed that Gaster had brought someone there.

That scared her as no one knew where both of them lived and it made her go down the stairs in a hurry as it seemed like something very serious about it and she would find out who it was that was in their house. When going to the basement, she could hear two voices and one of them made her hair stand up on her body, as it was the voice of Sans, who seemed quite furious with the man who was in his workplace.

And that made Chara open the door quite quickly, causing the two men to be surprised by her, the woman seemed a little scared by the presence of the older skeleton, as she never imagined that he would know where the two lived. and their identities. Sans was ecstatic with her, even Gaster who didn't show much reaction with the woman before, but this time was different, because it was a situation where both of them were involved.

Chara started trying to ask what that was all about, because her neurons were trying to process what was really happening, her indignation at the skeleton's presence was much greater. Gaster tried to get Chara to calm down, on account of her pregnancy, otherwise that anger could harm the child, but Sans stopped the man from touching the youngest, as if he saw him as a threat to her and her son.

Chara: _What is all this?! And what do you want with us?! How did you find out where we lived?!

Gaster: _Chara, calm down, because it could harm the baby...!

Chara: _Calm down?! I want to know what this skeleton is doing here! Because there was no way to know who we are...!

Sans: _And that's where you're wrong, Chara. I already had a notion that it was the two of you, as your souls weren't fully hidden and your actions were quite clear.

Gaster: _I forgot he was an old assistant of mine, but you won't stop my plan from being completed.

Chara: _Wait, what plan?!

Gaster: _Did you forget, Chara? Our deal was to save you and then have me return to my universe, use your child as a powerful new form that can be quite useful.

Chara: _But you told me that she would not suffer any damage and that she would be safe...!

Sans: He was manipulating your mind, I know him better than anyone and I know very well the intentions he has with you and our child.

Gaster: _Look, it seems that he discovered my objective of my plan...! (he said ironically)

Chara: _You miserable... So that's why you wanted to use my soul and my body, along with my DNA with Sans's to create a new being and end peace between humans and monsters...

Gaster: _Not so much, I also plan on using your spawn to travel to other dimensions and timelines, doing so completely my domain and erasing some alternate dimensions.

Sans: _I won't let you lay a finger on Chara and our son, W.D Gaster.

Chara: _Did you already know about his plan...?

Sans: _Unfortunately yes...

Chara: _Then why did he just use me for that? As far as I know, I'm not the only one with a soul of determination.

Sans: _He had his eye on you, since the moment you fell underground and became part of the Dreemurr's family, he knew that if you put together the soul of a monster and a human, it could give rise to a powerful being. Just as you and Asriel joined your souls and he became a God of Destruction.

Chara: _All this time, even though I died once...

Gaster: _You will never stop me from completing my plan, because I have my secrets that I keep under my sleeve. And by the way, Chara, I was also able to collect some of your determination to be able to implant it in the other monsters and if it results in what I'm planning.

Chara: _You sadist...!

At that moment, Sans used his magic and managed to take Gaster's soul, causing him to be thrown to the other side of the basement. Chara despaired, as she knew that both monsters were strong and she felt her soul caught by the skeleton.

Sans took Chara close to him and with that he used his teleportation to get out of that place, as he didn't want the woman to be tortured by that man he partnered with as a real scientist underground. He regretted trying to bring Gaster back to his dimension, as he never imagined that he would still be with this idea after falling inside the machine he built himself.

But when he was teleported along with Chara, he sensed Gaster's presence, as he knew his location. Sans told the woman not to walk away from him and she obeyed him, because she felt betrayed after hearing the truth about the man's plan and didn't want her child to be tortured by him.

At that moment, Gaster appeared in front of the two, causing Sans to activate his right eye in an intense cyan blue. Chara was also ready, with her eyes blood red, but she knew she couldn't fight the man as he was stronger than herself.

Sans: _Chara, run away from here and protect the child inside you...!

Chara: _You can leave it, Sans...

Gaster: _It's useless to try to run away from me.

Sans: _I won't let you touch her or my son.

Gaster: _It seems that humans have changed their minds, don't you, Sans?

Sans: _Shut up! (He said using his Gaster Blaster)

Gaster: _Too slow. (He says creating a shield with a green soul)

-

In the meantime, Chara was as far away as possible from that battle, which she could see from afar, several gasters blasters, bones and attacks that she was scared with the size of the two monsters. She was very constrained by her pregnancy and did not have the power of teleportation to go to Toriel and Asgora's house, which was the only place where she could protect herself with her son.

However, in the middle of this walk, even tired, she felt a strong pain in her belly, Chara felt that that would be the moment and that her son would be born, even though it was a little too early and it wasn't the time to happen. She couldn't walk anymore and the pain only increased, so much so that she fell to the floor, holding her belly.

Her eyes flowed with tears, because that pain was unbearable, her water had burst and there was also a little blood between her legs, in that she despaired, because there was no one in that place to help and she was afraid of losing her baby for account of it. She was getting weak from the pain and also from the loss of blood and ended up passing out halfway, but she hadn't realized that Asriel and Kris were in that place, where it was a forest with a dirt road.

They were startled by that scene and quickly went to help the woman who was passed out, but when Asriel saw her face, he was static, as he was a childhood friend of hers. He was discredited, because she had died many years ago and it would not be possible to bring her back to life.

Kris: _What happened, Asriel...?!

Asriel: _This is Chara...!

Kris: _Chara? Who is she? Do you know her?

Asriel: Yes!

Immediately, Asriel and Kris took Chara to Toriel and Asgore's house and from there they were amazed at the presence of their own daughter, who was alive and weakened at the same time. Toriel quickly helped the two brothers carry Chara to her room and tend to her and the child in her womb, as she had lost a lot of blood.

Frisk had never imagined this would happen, she and her parents and siblings were in disbelief with her presence, especially with the child she carried inside her. She saw the woman being taken care of by her adoptive mother and could see that the child was out of her belly, as she realized that she had gone into labor and it had taken Alphys' help to remove the child from her womb.

The child was born alive, but everyone was scared by her shape, because she had pale skin, skeleton arms and had no eyes, just two white monster pupils, her hair was brown like Chara's and it was noticeable that she was born with two souls in your body.

Chara was unconscious, as she was weak from blood loss and her daughter was born very early, the woman's parents had to ask Alphys to put the child inside a glass dome, which the scientist brought when she arrived in a hurry when knew to Chara and her child that they were at risk. But in that desperate moment for her family, Sans had teleported to the place where they were, because when she finally got to Gaster, he got out of there quickly, because he knew he would go after him.

Toriel: _How terrible!

Asgore: _That bastard...!

Asriel: _Mine must have a lot...

Kris: _Wow.

Frisk: _Chara...

Alphys: _He's after you?

Sans: _Unfortunately yes...

Asriel: _We need to protect Chara and my niece!

Sans: _Wait, is she a girl?

Toriel: _Yes, but she was born premature and is inside a glass dome with some tubes to breathe.

Alphys: _We get scared when I see the child hard to believe in that and after we finish sewing the child's womb from the dome with the tubes for her.

Sans: _Can I see her?

Asgore: _Yes, don't worry, the two are sound asleep.

Sans: _Right... (He said in Chara's room)

Kris: _Poor child, he was born so early...

Asriel: Something must have_ with her, in the meantime.

Alphys: _Probably Chara's body rejected her daughter, because of the chromosomes and DNA that were used when they merged inside her.

Toriel: _Is she going to be okay?

Alphys: _I don't know the possibility, but I'm afraid I've never worked with hybrids of monsters and humans. In my opinion, I think the chance of her surviving is pretty low.

Asgore: _And as for her two souls.

Alphys: _And therein lies the problem, it was for her to be born with only one soul, even if it was half a monster and the other a human. Because in my research and people here on the surface that I met, they said that if a hybrid or monster and human had two souls in a single body, they could die because their physique could not withstand the immense power of the human soul and the magic of the soul of one. monster.

Toriel: _Wow, I had no idea about that, that poor child must be suffering a lot...

Alphys: _Yes...

-

In Chara's Room...

Sans was watching the woman who remained asleep because of her blood loss, he felt guilty for having realized it so late and also for letting Chara be manipulated by Gaster. He looked at the glass dome where his daughter was, she was so small and her skin was very pale, it was a little transparent, because she was born too premature and it was very noticeable to her veins and arteries, Sans could also see two souls in the child and that made him perplexed.

Sans: _Why did this have to happen to you...?!

He knew that if a living being has two souls in a single body, he could easily die because of it, so he despaired, because it was not enough for Chara to have had her daughter very early, now the chance of her child surviving was very low. . But when he went to try to approach the child, he heard a noise inside the room, it was Undyne and Susie who had said that the man Sans had told him was after Chara and her daughter.

The skeleton quickly teleported to the place, then he realized that everyone was afraid of the presence of that man, who was Gaster and his face was full of immense hatred when he looked at the skeleton again. Sans activated his right eye and asked that Undyne and Susie along with Kris, get Chara and her daughter out of there and protect her.

-

Sans got to where Gaster was and then they both started a fight that almost put the skeleton's life at risk, but he needed to do it to protect his daughter and Chara. Gaster had been furious that he was losing his plan because of his former lab assistant.

But during this fight that was taking place, a very strong light had appeared in the middle of it, causing almost the two skeletons to be blind, despite having no eyes. It was a light of an intense red color and it came from Shara, the daughter of Chara and Sans, who disbelieved what she saw, because even Chara was amazed.

When the two were hiding in Toriel's room, Shara started crying from the pain she was feeling in her lungs and as Chara had become a mother, she automatically woke up to her daughter's crying. At the exact moment she got up, even weak from the loss of blood, she watched her daughter.

At that moment she was amazed, because her two souls were shining very brightly, especially the human soul of determination. And that's what it ended up with when trying to touch her daughter, she was teleported into the middle of the fight between Sans and Gaster, she was amazed at this event.

Sans: _Chara what's going on?! And why is Shara out of the glass dome?!

Chara: _It wasn't me who took her out of there, she was the one who transported her here!

Sans: _What do you mean?!

Gaster: _Looks like my plan hasn't failed once and for all...

However, before Gaster dared to say anything else, he was hit by a Gaster Blaster, followed by bones and red knives that wiped out almost all of his HP. Chara and Sans were stunned by that and saw that he did that, they looked at their little daughter who had her eyelids open, even though she was still premature, she had her right orbit in a blue color and another one with a pupil in bright red , thus making her the cause of the attack for Gaster.

The man was passed out and with his HP at a very low number, he couldn't even get up off the ground and that made the other monsters able to trap him. Shara's parents were discredited with that scene, but they remembered that she was the result of an experiment by Gaster and managed to realize that she became stronger than them, even though she didn't fully develop.

Shara started crying again, so soon the parents realized that they should put her back in the glass dome, when Chara tried to take a step forward, she ended up losing her strength due to lack of blood, but Sans was faster and managed to catch her before she went straight to the ground along with her daughter. As he put Chara to bed and Shara in the dome, he had been thoughtful about what had just happened and never imagined that his daughter could become this powerful, he felt happy for his daughter to defeat Gaster and promised himself that he would take care of her and her. Chara who was by his side.

Sans: _I'm proud of you, little one... (He said near the glass dome, while Shara slept on her breathing apparatus)

-

After many years, when Shara turned eight years old, she ran through the fields of golden flowers along with Chara and Sans, who had a slight smile on their faces, especially her, who was the face of her father. She had managed to recover from the birth, including her mother who also had a great loving and reciprocal relationship, coming from Sans.

Shara was happy to have her parents, because even though she was just a child, she could remember everything that had happened when she was just a baby, she developed her power of two souls in time to protect her parents and even the days of today, she continues to protect them, due to the prejudice that the living beings of the surface have against them, for being a couple of a monster with a human.

But that doesn't make Shara give up on living normally with her parents, she always has the determination inside her, just like her mother and her aunt and uncle. She was holding hands with her parents and had a smile that lit up the couple with joy.

Shara: _Mom, Dad. I love you...! (she said smiling)

Chara/Sans: _We love you too, Shara...!

- End.

[myafterlifeisbetterthenyours]

OBSESSIVE STOLAS X Male Imp Pt.1

(This is a long fanfic and will consist of multiple parts.)

The day Stolas met you, the life which had been boring at worst and full of love and respect at best, was in complete shambles. Broken ever since the "Brunch incident".

He and his wife were barely on speaking terms, and when they did speak, it would almost exclusively devolved into a fight filled with harsh words and thrown objects.

His darling starfire hadn't spoken to him in over a week. Something he'd usually chock up to teenage angst, but she actively avoided him now.

Something she'd never do before.

And so with his homelife slowly tearing him apart, he naturally thought a visit to his favourite Imp in all hell would brighten his day.

And that's where you came in.

You'd worked at I.M.P for the last few months and were quickly becoming a valued member of the I.M.P family.

Youd just finished a job and were about to fill out the rather tedious paperwork the job entailed, When the towering Demon Prince entered the office.

You were too proud an Imp to admit it, but when you first saw Prince Stolas you were a little starstruck.

Said Prince, apon finding a new Imp at I.M.P's office immediately inquired as to who you were

Taken off guard by suddenly be talking to a Prince of hell, you spent a moment fumbling your words, before finally telling him your name.

Stolas finding the whole thing quiet adorable.

Stolas sparked up a conversation, asking how you ended up at I.M.P and your work with the company. Something you were more than happy to tell him about.

You told him how Blitzø had hired you after youd single handedly killed 3 men in a fight with only a can opener.

Then you told him about how working as an assassin was challenging but enjoyable work, all things considered.

You tell him how working for the chaotic force of nature that is Blitzø was great too, when he wasn't being a prick.

As charming as Stolas found your slightly flustered conversation. There was a purpose to his visit. And so asking you if Blitzø was in, to which you told him he was in his office.

Stolas suddenly became anxious, wondering aloud if his outfit was presentable or not.

This caused you to laugh, placing a hand over your mouth.

Stolas was immediately indignant, demanding to know what was so funny.

You killed the laugh with a cough, before telling him you laughed because simply put "You'd never seen a more ravishing demon in all your time in hell" And for him to be anxious was funny to you.

Stolas Blushed hard, a Warmth he didn't understand spreading through his chest. It had been so long since he'd received such praise from someone who wasnt utterly subservient to him.

Sputtering out an timid thank you, before immediately making his way Blitzø's office, Ignoring your cries to wait.

Being violently thrown out of Blitzø's office was not how he saw this unplanned little 'Rendezvous' going.

Blitzø stepped out stared down at him, a mixture of disgust and anger plain on his face.

'I'm so sick of this shit stolas' Blitzø grumble out, pinching the bridge between his eyes. 'We made a Fucking deal, I come over ONCE a MONTH and fuck your brains out. And you leave me alone unless you have a job for us.'

Stolas tried to reply, trying to explain why he was there. But before he could Blitzø interjected 'I can put up with all creepy perverted texts and shit, but I am not your God Damned SEXTOY Stolas! I don't want to see your ass don't here again!' He screamed, before slamming the door.

Stolas just sat there. Unwilling to move. He felt like he'd just been slapped.

His eyes stung. His throat burned. He clutched at the ground, and even as his world fell apart around him, he could only focus on one thing.

He felt so cold...

He had no one.

No one loved him.

He felt so cold...

It took everything he had not to breakdown, he couldn't, not here. It was unbecoming of a prince to been seen showing such weakness.

The sudden sensation of something on his shoulder. Daring to open his eyes, he was shocked to find You, standing over him. Hand on his shoulder and a sympathetic smile on your face.

You reached into your coat and removed a handkerchief.

Croutching down you wiped the growing dew around his eyes.

Putting away the hanky, you stood up and offered him a hand.

Helping him to his feet, you asked him if he was okay. Stolas immediately tried to put up his aristocratic facade and assure you he was fine.

Only for the words to die in his throat and for him to almost burst into tears again.

Leading him into the nearby office, you find yourself in the conference room. You sat him on said conference table.

Quickly zipping off, you returned a moment later with a little plastic cup of water.

Handing the little cup, he took it with a wordless thanks.

Stolas felt cold.

He felt like his whole world was falling apart. He had nothing.

His wife couldnt stand him.

His beloved Starfire wouldn't stay in the same room as him.

He had nothing and no one.

No one loved him.

Why should he even go on.

Even through there crimson glow, you could see just how close he was to breaking down.

So before his despair could consume him completely, you did the only thing you could think of.

You climbed atop the conference table and pulled the poor owl-boi into a hug.

It was a little awkward due to the height difference, but standing on the table brought you high enough to pull his head onto your chest.

Stolas was utterly shocked, not just by the action itself, But the fact you did this on your own acord.

He didn't have to barter or beg or make promises for your affection.

You just... gave it freely.

He couldnt help himself.

It had been so long since he'd last felt the loving touch of another soul.

And for you to give affection so openly, he felt he could let himself be vulnerable to you. He releases a long anguished cry, bursting into tears.

You just held him close, gently petting his head, whispering words of comfort, telling him everything would be okay.

He didn't know why but your words brought out

Stolas threw his arms around you, holding onto you as though you were the last anchor in his sea of despair.

The poor owl drenched the front of your shirt with his dejected tears.

Stolas didn't know how long he cried for, and you simply didn't care.

You could tell he needed this and were more then happy to give the demonic prince some much needed affection.

Eventually, Stolas shed all the tears he had, standing up he unintentionally pulled himself from your warm embrace.

Stolas instantly missed the warmth of your touch. The same all consuming coldness as before instantly returning.

Looking up at Stolas you draw your handkerchief and go to wipe his tear stained face.

But before you could, Stolas grabbed your hand, his other hand was placed on the back of your head, he pulls you into a kiss.

You weren't sure how to react, stolas certainly didn't give you any time to figure it out as he pulled you deeper into the kiss.

While you were initially shocked by the kiss, you honestly, didn't care to put up any kind of resistance.

While you would of preferred he asked for a kiss, you could tell the guy needed this. And all things considered, you were happy to oblige him.

So when his tongue slid across your teeth, asking for entrance, you wrapped your arms around his neck you let it in, giving stolas full access to your mouth.

You began leaning into the kiss, doing your best to return his passion.

Stolas, took your returning passion as further permission, he became more aggressive.

His tongue dominated your mouth, as his hands began roamed across your body.

Stolas was in bliss, each time you shivered or moaned, bringing him further pleasure.

Taking each sound as encouragement, he became more and more aggressive. Sure that each sound you made was an unconscious sign of love.

He became more desperate to hear your angelic voice as moaned or cried out. Desperate to hear someone say they loved him.

Gripping his head, you tried to de-escalate the situation before it got out of hand.

Of course that was easier said then done, as Stolas was much stronger then he looked. But after much effort, despite Stolas's silent insistence that you continue, you finally managed to break the kiss.

Stolas's forceful nature found you pushed back onto the table. Stolas towering over you, staring down at you with those awe inspiring crimson eyes.

'We cant be this doing this' You try to tell him 'Not here. What if someone walks in on us?' The question hung in the air. When it became obvious it wasn't deterring his growing need you asked 'What if Blitzø catches us?'

Stolas pulled back at that.

Looking to the side he rubbed his arm, Anxiety bubbling in his chest.

Stolas hadn't thought of that.

What if Blitzø did walk in?

Finding him with one of his employees.

In his office.

Would Blitzø be upset?

Would he yell at him, scream and throw a fit, insisting he had betrayed him...

Would Blitzø even care?

There was a part of him that said 'Of course he would. Blitzø, no matter how much he denied it, surely Blitzø cared for him on some level.'

Stolas could tell himself that all he wanted, but deep down, he knew the truth.

He placed his hand on your cheek, looking down at you. He tried to speak only for a new wave of emotions hit him, causing him on reflex to fall silent.

It was in that moment, as he stood over you, did he realis he didn't need to hide his vulnerability from you. You weren't judging him, he could be vulnerable to you and would judge him for it.

His heart swelled and despite having just met you, he found himself developing a deep yearning to be with you.

'I-I know this is sudden. And you have every right to say no. But please... No one has ever shown me such genuine affection like you have today.'

' I'm so used to people only interested in me for my status or resources.' Stolas held himself, looking dejectedly to the side. A new wave of sorrow enveloping him.

'Your the only one who's shown me the slightes care, past what I could do for them.' He didn't meet your gaze, he ran his hand down your chest, his voice becoming just above a whisper. 'I have nothing (Y/N), I have no one. Right now your the only thing I have.'

'I need to feel something (Y/n), I need to feel something before I fall apart, and I want feel it with you.' He was practically begging you by this point.

Things like pity and mercy were a death sentence in hell.

There was nothing stopping you from saying no. You cared little for royalty. You weren't some door mat that took every word from royalty as gospel.

But right now, this great Demonic Prince standing before you. He didn't want your obedience. He wasn't forcing you to do anything.

He just wanted some sort of affection. something you knew you could give him so easily.

How could you say no?

With a deep sigh, you resigned yourself to your fate. Leaning forward you place your hand under his chin and raised his head to meet your gaze. Stolas was shocked when pulled him close and planted a kiss on his his beak.

'Lock the door' you whispered.

[staripheral]

❛ i’ll be lucky someday ❜

𝙟𝙤𝙝𝙣𝙣𝙮 𝙟𝙤𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘫𝘰𝘩𝘯𝘯𝘺’𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘸𝘢𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘵 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 : 𝙣𝙤𝙣𝙚

𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙣 𝙤𝙣 ‘𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙥𝙖𝙙’

JOHNNY seated himself upon the pillowy snow after moving out of his wheelchair with unlikely ease.  His head tilted upwards to look up and out into the pitch black sky, lit with luminous stars.  It was almost too beautiful to be a witness to, he thought while continuing to gaze at the ethereal night.  His mind, other than being filled with the sight of twilight, was consumed by anything and everything surrounding the previous events in the midst of the Steel Ball Run.

Their placement at the 5th stage was anything short of spectacular or celebratory.  For just a moment, they thought they had risen to the occasion and swept the top three places for themselves.  Only, it wasn't meant to be.  They had ended up occupying slots four through six, while Sandman, Norisuke Higashikata, and the mysterious Hot Pants took the first three places for themselves.  He wasn't particularly bothered at the time, but he knew how much this meant to Gyro... and ⌜y/n⌟.  He couldn't have felt more devoid in that moment, knowing that if he had perhaps unlocked his stand's potential sooner or even have been able to use his stupid, crippled legs to come to his friends' aid.

There was always a constant—his constant—that relieved him and helped him feel grounded, and that was ⌜y/n⌟.  Johnny shivered, not from the cold, but the idea of ⌜y/n⌟'s warm, delicate hands grazing his unworthy skin. The snowflakes peppering down on his poor-excuses-of-legs did not bother him in the slightest.  Because he couldn't feel them.  He couldn't feel anything anymore.  Not without her at least.  Johnny was nothing without his... well, he wasn't quite sure of the status of their relationship, but he was aware of the fact of how important she was to him.  That he did, in fact, love her with all of his heart.

Johnny's vacant, blue irises moved their focus from the gleaming moon to his numb legs.  

'I wonder what she sees,'—he had pondered multiple times over this journey—'When she looks at my crippled form... Does she feel distaste for me?  Or perhaps pity?'

Lost in thought, his attention wasn't brought back until he heard her angelic voice.  He hadn't just imagined her soft touch like he thought he had as a familiar weight lay on his shoulder— it had been there for a while.  He did not have to flinch or yell; Johnny didn't have to look to know that it was her— the only person he had grown to care and adore for during his years of suffering.  He could practically hear ⌜y/n⌟'s pearly white smile as she laid out atop a thin blanket to protect her rear from the layer of snow covering the earth for as far as they could see.

"Gyro said he'll be back in a bit.  He's just gathering some extra firewood and, uh... how do you put it?  Taking a leak?" She laughed uneasily, yet it still brought a furious hammering to his frozen heart.  

"There's not much of a better way to put it, doll," Johnny chuckled, scooting himself onto the same blanket she was planted on.  He looked into her eyes and couldn't seem to counter the tender smile his lips quirked up into.

⌜y/n⌟ returned his look with surreal beauty—goodness, he couldn't get enough of the rosiness that her checks were painted with—and a smile that surpassed even the sun's heat, warming him to the core despite their wintery surroundings.  No lipstick to coat her plump lips, no eyeshadow to brighten her already dazzling ⌜e/c⌟ eyes— nothing besides her bare skin right before him.  And he felt anything but deserving at that moment to behold such a wondrous complexion as hers.

She placed her temple against his shoulder and slowly slithered her hands around to hug Johnny's arm gently.  The sudden explosion of heat in his cheeks sent him into a tizzy.  Johnny tilted his head to the right, poorly attempting to hide his rosy face.

"Sorry, I hope you don't mind.  It's just so darn cold here." ⌜y/n⌟ shivered in emphasis of the chill dancing through her veins.  All Johnny could do was utter an "S'okay" and bite his lip to refrain from squirming away from her touch.  He looked back and forth between her and his legs.  Those ugly limbs, compared to a beautiful being like her.  It was unfair; not to him, but to her.  How could he even bring himself to think about an impossible future with her at his side?  How could she cling to him for security when he can't even stand up to provide what she sought.  

The despairing comments filling his head took more of an outward toll on him than he had realized.  His teeth drew blood from his lips, his arm burned as it continued to be bound in ⌜y/n⌟'s arms, and his breathing grew heavier... heavier and heavier until ⌜y/n⌟ finally decided to ask what was wrong.

"What's wrong, Johnny?  Is it a Stand attack?  Oh, God- are you alright?" Her own breath grew ragged like his, worried about the possibility that another contestant was trying to get in their way once more.  She tried to remain calm and observe the scene, starting with Johnny.  That's when she realized it wasn't a Stand's doing at all.

His eyes looked lost as they remained on the endless amount of snow in the distance.  His shoulders began to tremble under the weight of his trouble; ⌜y/n⌟ had underestimated the amount of willpower that Johnny often facaded.  Underneath that was still a kind and strong young man, but those features were laced with memories of hurt and treachery.  His heart was wrought with the worst of experiences and it seemed to be catching all up to him now.

"Oh, Johnny..." She whimpered, his own pain resonating in her heart as well.  Sitting up on her knees and moving her arms to hug him fully around his side, she cooed words of comfort into his ear, briefly pressing a kiss to his jaw to try and relax him.  This only seemed to make him further distressed.  

"How can you do that?" He croaked out all a sudden, tears staining his pale, porcelain skin.  ⌜y/n⌟'s eyebrows knit together, creasing in what could only be described as confusion.  He continued, not being able to look her in the eye as he sobbed out his words.  "How can you even hold onto me, comfort me, and remain by my side?  How can you do that when I can't even stand or protect you properly; when I can't tell you how I feel because I would never want you to feel pressured to say something back to a poor soul with stupid- stupid! - legs!"  He had grabbed a fistful of snow in his bare hand, releasing his anger as he threw the snow at his pants.  He had broken free of her careful grasp in that time, unintentionally frightening her.  

A trembling hand rose to cover ⌜y/n⌟'s mouth.  Her prediction had been slightly off; Johnny hadn't been feeling so melancholy of his past, rather, he was ashamed of what his past had robbed him of.  He was insecure of his current state, of his inability to walk about freely like the people he watched everyday.  Her heart fell into her stomach and she applied further pressure to her mouth, as if trying to keep the nauseating feeling of helplessness down.  Her eyes fell on Johnny, his sobbing form hunched over and still breathing laboriously.  It broke ⌜y/n⌟ into pieces, but she wouldn't dare sit by idly and watch him wallow in his worst moment alone any longer than she already had.

⌜y/n⌟ approached him, boots crunching the snow beneath her light steps.  Johnny looked up, eyes red around the rim, his lips still bleeding, and face rosy from the frosty wind.  She sat herself in his lap comfortably and her lips formed such a soft hearted smile that his tear ducts filled with waterworks once more and he broke down at her unexpected actions.  It made him tremble visibly, and the snow began to fall down at substantial pace.  With another coo of worry, ⌜y/n⌟ took his face in her palms, holding it with extra care.  They stared at each other for eons and the pad of her thumb stroked his cheekbone back and forth.  But the feeling of her soft hands cradling his face was nothing compared to the soft, silky caress of her lips against his.

The extreme heat that transpired through his body was inexplicable.  A ravaging hunger consumed him, but he had to pull away for that very reason.  He could not damage her and her goodness because of his uncontrollable emotions.  

Their faces- both ruddy with the momentary passion that had been entrapped in their moment -could not turn anywhere else but in the direction of each other.  Johnny's fingers itched to desperately grip her and pull her back into him, to show her just how he felt, but he didn't.  He was frozen in place by her affection.  It seemed as if ⌜y/n⌟ were as well, until she moved her lips again, only this time to speak to him in a whispered tone.

"I love you." Her voice wavered ever so slightly just saying those three words; their weight had never been more significant before.  Yet she still undoubtedly believed it, and continued forward with the only things she could think to say.  "I love you- all of you.  You have trusted me, cared for me, protected me in the worst of our journey, starting in San Diego.  You have shown me what it means to be true to yourself, to be selfless, and to always pursue what is in your heart... You have done that.  You've protected me from our enemies, from my own stupid thoughts, and my dreams at night when I toss and turn.  Johnny... you have always protected me.  And I,"-she paused to lift his chin with a nimble finger of hers, wiping stray tears while she was at it -"don't think that your legs have ever prevented you from doing that.  You are not a poor soul... you offer me wealth in a way that no other person could.  Your legs are not stupid, because they make you, you.  Perhaps they can limit you in certain aspects, but tell me a time where you have failed to overcome an obstacle here because of them.  They have never.  And they will not, and have not, stopped me from loving you, Jonathan."

She didn't need to say another word.  Not after everything she had expressed- everything that she had laid bare before him.  Her words reached through to him so easily, it was almost frightening... almost.  Perhaps there were still doubts, but they were minor now, compared to the light in front of him.

He crushed her right to his chest and he fervently kissed her perfect lips over and over and over, committing practically every single patch of skin, every breath, and the very taste of her to his memory.  It just wasn't enough in his mind.  

In that moment, nothing else really mattered.  Nothing besides her lips, her body, her being mending his broken esteem- his once broken heart.  If Heaven didn't feel as warm and comforting as the two of them had in that moment... he wasn't entirely sure how "kind" he would be from that point forward in order to get there.  He was alive, heart throbbing through his chest unto hers.  She was alive, heart throbbing through her chest unto his.  They beat in unison, merging into one it seemed.

When ⌜y/n⌟ had begun to slow, he pulled away and placed a hand on the back of her head, threading his fingers through her velvety hair.  They were both out of breath, gasping for each other's air.  Their hair a mess and clothes slightly disheveled from their heated kisses.  Johnny smiled, feeling so airy in that particular moment and more love than he had ever been given in his life.  He dipped his head down slightly just so his lips grazed her ear.

"You're too much sometimes, I swear..." He felt bashful confessing in such a manner, his entire face turning red from embarrassment now.  "Will you- Will you stay by my side, ⌜y/n⌟?  I know it's so selfish of me to ask out of all things, but... if you don't say 'no' now, I don't think I'll ever be able to let you go."  He held in his breath, tightening his grip on the figure enveloped within his arms.  He was scared to let go, to see if this had all been a dream or not.

Her quiet laughter was his saving grace.  "After I poured my heart out to you, you still believe that I would leave you?  Even if I had even thought of trying, you still follow me everywhere I go- not that I'm complaining!" She quickly added, realizing how off-putting her previous statement could have come off.  ⌜y/n⌟'s digits moved along the nape of his neck, playing with his long, cascading hair.  It was oddly comforting to the both of them.

Her voice grew quieter as she continued.  "You're the only thing I can think of day in and out, Johnny.  You ride beside me no matter what trail we're on, you sit next to me when we take our short breaks... you're even in my dreams for goodness' sake!  And... well, when I dream of you, all that I can think of is my longing to be by your side."

Soon, the shades of both the rider's faces brightened to the color of ripe tomatoes.  They looked at each other, taking in the similar signs of embarrassment they were expressing, until ⌜y/n⌟ broke out into a fit of giggles.  She squirmed in Johnny's lap, trying to ward off whatever stupid thing was making her burst in hiccups of happiness.  Johnny's grin grew sly, letting out a small chuckle of his own as he watched his beautiful darling radiate cheerfulness.  His eyes lit like a flame, dancing in excitement of this new step in his life.

Tears forgotten.  Despair repaired.  Loneliness departed his heart.  Only joy in the wake of their newly bounded beings.  He found that this had been the most wonderful thing to have happened to him.  To have met this ravishing rider, fallen in love, and being able to hold her in his arms with no worry.  

He found that, there was no greater feeling in the world, being by her side.

FIN.

[spirit-of-vengeance]

After MONTHS, I was finally hit by something that made me completely piece together Rozália's story of what she is and why and I'm HYPER. Aka: here it comes the usual tragedy

Origins:

Attila Véghváry was a descendant of warriors whom protected Hungary throughout the Ottoman period of history, to be able to live up to his ancestors he joined to serve the Vatican as a Hunter. He had fallen in love with a half Italian, half Hungarian woman named Liliána, charmed by her ethereal beauty and kindness. His desire to have children, to continue his name bathed in blood was grand, after wedding they tried, struggled with the task; without success. Liliána was terrified upon her husband's devastation, fearing he will throw her away, back into the clutches of her father and that was a fate she desperately wanted to avoid. So she prayed, begged for a miracle, yet still nothing happened. In her despair and distress, she turned to a darker force; she had made a deal with the devil: she will be able to successfully bear a child, but the child will serve hell after his or her death.

Rozália was born in 1823 and Liliána was gnawed by guilt from her first cry for air; yet she found herself unable to tell anyone in fear of harm. Even though she couldn't give him a boy, Attila was thrilled to have her and began teaching, treating her as a son as soon as possible. He was a harsh teacher with little to no reward to pay off the hard work and Rozália soon learned she has to fight for her father's love and praise.

The Hunter:

It was no question that she will join her father in the quest of banishing evil, Attila couldn't bear to give his only offspring in the hands of Nuns. To everyone's greatest surprise, the young girl proved to be more capable than most of the men, including her own father: fast, fearless, fatal, brutal yet still a tactician. Despite the available arsenal of weapons she favored hussar swords above everything (+ a few must have religious symbols) with her unique twist: she wielded twin blades, instead of the traditional one, earning the title of Doom Duelist.

Rozália only saw the creatures as obstacles between her father's love and well deserved recognition. She never really believed the preachings, she hasn't came to do God's work but to seek her own glory, to carve her own path.

When she could visit her mother, Liliána started to worry upon listening Attila's tales of how efficient their daughter was, instead she saw it as a sign that the devil already begun his work with her violent personality. As a solution when she was home, she turned her attention towards arts and found out her thirst, passion and talent for dancing. Liliána had given her all the love she could in hope it would provide a tiny compensation for Attila's harsh ways. She didn't condemn nor stood in way of her hunt for the so called satanic creatures in hope of that will somehow lessen or even lift the curse she had bestowed on her before she was born.

The General:

The 1848 revolutionary war swept through the country like a wildfire, both father and daughter felt their obligation to protect their country, just like their ancestors did. Her talents shone brilliantly on the battlefields and despite being a woman, she climbed ranks in lightning speed. Eventually, Attila had fallen in a battle and the title General was given to her along with a legion of hussars, the Főnix Légió (Phoenix Legion). Her horse, Vihar (Thunder) was a wild, aggressive mare from the Herd Lipica, since they couldn't get her to accept any of the stallions, they wanted to get rid of the nuisance but Rozália has had other plans.

They understood each other from the very beginning, they moved together as one. Vihar was as quick and strong as if she was a stallion along with her rider. The name General Véghváry was associated with bravery, power and true Hungarian virtue. She often utilized the tactics of ancient battles like barrage of arrows when they were 'fleeing', used the environment to her advantage, quick, devastating strikes usually at the enemy flanks then disappearing into the thin air. She knew her army well, keeping many personal relations since most of the soldiers were almost still children. Strangely, no one ever questioned her command and the legion moved, fought as one.

Birth of the Demon:

The greatest heroes are designated to fall. Her mistake was that she believed fighting for their country, defending it from the Habsburg's rule unified everyone and didn't take betrayal into consideration. The legion was crossing the mountains of Vértes, advancing into uncertain territory when the ambush happened. Rozália knew they are all going to perish, they were in a valley, no space to utilize the hussar tactic, so she set Vihar free and issued one last command: die as heroes. So they fought like caged wild animals but the Habsburg army had the numerical superiority along with the element of surprise. Rozália watched her men, her friends slaughtered, executed the remaining survivors. Even at the door of death, bleeding from numerous wounds she stood defiant and unmoving, refusing to beg or kneel in front of the enemy general. Swords pierced her body, more than she can or want to remember, pinned standing like a grotesque sculpture of glory. Life left her body and sealed the deal. The ground cracked beneath her body, the flames of Hell itself soaring into the woman, resurrecting and possessing her at the same time. The first gasp for breath was ragged, she was confused, furious and lost. So she did what most children would do, immediately returned to her mother's house, only to find her dead with unmistakable evidence of her falling victim to a vampire. Unbeknownst to her, Liliána had written a diary she kept locked away, detailing why she accepted such offer, her sincere apologies and asking for forgiveness for bringing a cursed child to life.

Szerte nézett s nem lelé Honját a hazában*:

Even though she had no idea what she had became, Rozália knew she can't return to the Holy Order, but she no longer fit among humans and due to her Hunter past she wasn't welcome among other creatures. She lost her identity, the war, her home and her beloved mother. She did what she could: survive. Learn what she is and trying to control it. She soon realized her human face is only a mask, when the pendant is separated from her, her appearance shifts: skin cracks until it looks like ash, her veins are glowing orange in contrast, clawed hands, feet, wide jaw filled with razor fangs, crimson eyes with slit pupils and ink black wings curling from her back, almost impossible to tell when the flames morph into feathers.

Rozália is restlessly searching for her mother's killer while trying to figure out what and who is she, struggling to decide between warrior, demon or dancer.

After finishing off all the Habsburg officials (except for the general whom was nowhere to be found even though she tore through the whole country in her fury), she turned her special attention towards vampires in hope of finding her mom's killer. These encounters often ended with death even though the said creature wasn't the cause of her loss. Soon she learned the Holy Order wants to eradicate her from existence, without regard for her outstanding service; she understood she is truly torn between two words and she could never belong to any of them.

Rozália took part in both World Wars, the Korean war, the Vietnam War, numerous crisises throughout Africa and Middle East; to keep herself occupied, to not let the memories of the war pass even though she suffers from minor PTSD from it. When not occupied with bloodshed, she restlessly learned new styles of martial arts and dance styles, throughout the century she has lived many lives in many places: cage fighter, dancer, racer, pole dancer, acrobat, fitness model; anywhere she can get her rush of adrenaline and spotlight. Rozy can't nor want to slow down, she blazes to the utmost, running from melancholy and loneliness.

To save herself from the heartbreak, the must have 'why do you still look 25 even though we've been together for 10 years' talk, and the danger of being hunted by everyone, Rozy doesn't really date. If she feels a mutual spark between her and an another, she is totally down for a one night stand then disappear, leaving only the traces of overwhelming heat and pleasant memories behind.

Power & curse of the Hellfire:

Rozália needs to consume souls to survive. If she refuses, can't find someone unworthy of life, her 'gift' starts to turn against her. The pendant unable to keep up the false facade of a human, the insatiable demon clawing through the surface and ultimately, the Hellfire would consume her, resulting in a second death which would be hell of a record to beat but Rozy is not interested in that.

With the pendant on, the signs of what is she truly are subtle: Her teeth a little too sharp, dagger like stiletto nails as if she just had a manicure, her body heat feverish, candles leaning towards her or burning more eagerly in her presence. The most notable traits her almost overwhelming, smoldering aura and behind her emerald eyes occasionally a glimpse of Hell itself flash, brief enough to make humans believe their mind is only playing tricks.

She has fire under her control, high temperature cause no harm; her cursed flames able to burn through everything and destroy anything in their path including supernatural creatures for whom normal fire isn't fatal. Being destruction itself makes her unable to bear children, not like she would've wanted in the first place.

If she has the mortal remains, she can raise that being back into life for a few hours as an infernal creature, and at full power she can open a portal directly to Hell and reap all the souls nearby though she isn't aware of this ability yet watch her raise her dead army in heartbeat if needed. Both of these actions leave her drained for weeks, unable even to transform so she will only use these as last resort.

@count-v-dracula you might like this :D

@thxwxlf ...you said I am allowed to throw stuff at you😅

[targaryenimagines]

Living Darkness

Daenerys Targaryen x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2,117

Summary:

Warnings: Angst

A/N: I hope this is what you wanted.

"Khaleesi."

A soft voice whispers but she doesn't bother to turn around. She only squeezes her eyes shut at the intruding noise. Trying to block out everything that was around her.

Trying to block out the memories.

Every time she opens her eyes she was met with a constant replay of events that she could never change. Taunting her for her failures.

Every time she hears whispered words as she passes she hears the sound of Viserion's cry. The sound of your scream when he wouldn't pull up. The sound of her own when she saw what was happening.

Every time she blinks she sees your broken body falling from the sky. A crimson trail following in your path. She could see Viserion diving towards you. His cream colored scales stained red.

Every time she closes her eyes to sleep she's met with broken ice. Ice that quickly turned from blue to red.

"Daenerys."

Her mind keeps replaying everything over and over again. Telling her what she already knew. What she's known since you disappeared underneath the ice.

She had failed.

She had failed you.

She had failed Viserion.

She had failed everyone.

"Dany."

Everything she has worked for meant nothing now that you were gone. You were her light, shining brilliantly like a flame. Your constant warmth and love exuding from you igniting her with a passion of a thousands suns. One of the reasons Viserion had chosen you as his rider. Your shared gentleness a clear indicator in the potential bond.

Despair starts to fill her heart at a rapid pace. Paralysing her within it's dark embrace. Trapping her in a constant repeat of events that she would do anything to change.

Causing her to remember everything with perfect detail.

All the events that transpired before. Everything that could have been changed to stop her light from being taken.

-----

The plan was set, everything was going into motion. With each step she was closer and closer to claiming her birthright. Nothing was going to stop her now. The sound of soft laughter interrupts her thoughts but it brings a warm feeling to her heart.

Daenerys turns her violet gaze towards yours. Your beautiful eyes sparkling underneath the sun. Your hair getting tousled by the wind. She couldn't help the smile that spreads across her lips at the sight of you. Watching as you play with Viserion, whose eyes were sparkling with delight. Both of your movements in sync with one another. A true testament to how close you two have gotten over time. A sight that brings the same warm feeling back to her heart.

Her earlier thoughts returning to her but with a new addition. That when she took back the throne she would finally make you her wife. She would finally show the world that you were hers and she was yours.

With the plan underway she was that much closer to her goal.

For a better life not only for the people of Westeros, but the both of you.

Her forever with you coming closer and closer as each moment passed.

A thought that brings a lightness to her heart and soul, and a smile to her face.

-----

If only I had stopped it. I should have listened to her when she was trying to talk me out of it. I should have known that she was right, Daenerys thinks, her mind crying out everything that she should have done. I should have protected her and Viserion. If only I'd known.

Tears were escaping her eyes at a faster rate. Her sorrow consuming her and darkening her world. It was her fault her love and son were gone. If she had been faster, if she had been paying more attention to her surroundings she could have prevented it. If she would have been better than you would still be with her. Bringing joy and laughter wherever you went.

Instead her world was nothing but despair and agony. Her body trapped in self-inflicted numbness to everything but her pain.

Her pain was the only thing that kept her close to you.

Her pain was the only thing that kept you alive.

Her pain was what she deserved for failing you.

She should have listened to you, the pain was only her punishment for not doing so.

-----

"Dany, please, we both know that this plan is suicidal, at best. We shouldn't be wasting our time in trying to impress Cersei Lannister. Every moment we waste gives her more and more time to grow her defenses. We shouldn't be wasting our time heading beyond the Wall when our most immediate threat is here," you plead, your eyes staring at her with urgency. Your words ringing loudly across the silence of the room.

"The plan has already been set into motion. It was decided that this course of action would be for the best," Daenerys responds, her words calm and precise. Trying to show you the necessity of this course of action.

However, you simply shake your head. Disapproval shining within your eyes, and laced in your voice. "This is not the best course of action. We both know that Dany and even if it is the best course of action it, certainly, isn't so for us. You're not only risking one of your most trusted advisors but the possibility of the North blaming you for their king's death if this were to go wrong," you stress, you hands starting to fidget by your side. A nervous tick that you have always had, she thinks fondly. "It would be much safer and more efficient if we take King's Landing now and issue a royal decree to help the North. Why should you get Cersei's approval when you can do what she can when you're queen?"

Daenerys closes her eyes at your words. Knowing that you were right but everything has already been decided. There was nothing more that she could do. This was the course that was set and agreed upon. There was no changing it now.

"My love, I know you disapprove of this decision but please believe in it. Believe in me, everything is going to be fine and Cersei Lannister will learn the truth. A truth that all of Westeros needs to know. I promise you nothing will happen," Daenerys says, bringing her hands to clasp yours. Her hope for you to understand growing with each moment as you look at her.

"You have done amazing things, Dany. Things I could never in a million years do but, not even you, could predict the future and I don't want to see that future when you're proven wrong with this. Only death awaits when you head beyond the Wall. I just hope you don't come to regret your decision."

With those parting words you slip out of her hold and into the hall. Your words ringing loudly in the silence of the air even as you presence was long gone. Echoing like a phantom within her ears.

I just hope you don't come to regret your decision.

-----

She does.

With each ragged intake of breath that takes more and more energy to accomplish.

God she does, with every moment that you're not by her side. It was like the world around her was swallowing her whole. Consuming her in darkness and despair. Her mind and heart at a constant war with each other. Her entire being screaming out in agony for not having you there.

She couldn't breathe knowing that you were no longer doing the same. Like the air was toxic and was clogging up her lungs. Only causing her sobs to become more and more erratic with each breath she takes. Her body folding in on itself because she couldn't find the strength to keep standing. To appear strong and collected when her whole being was shattered beyond repair.

Her mind was only a vessel for her pain.

Her body was a prisoner to her despair.

Her heart was a hollow shell of what it used to be.

Everything was different without you by her side. Without Viserion's playful cries in the morning towards Drogon and Rhaegal. Now there were only sounds of mourning. Their cries raising towards the heaven and echoing across the land.

They too understood what was lost because they weren't good enough.

They too remember when everything fell apart.

-----

The snarls of the dead fill the air. Drowning out the whistling of the wind.

Daenerys lifts her gaze towards the sky and watches Viserion and Rhaegal. She could tell that they were starting to get tired. Something that sends a bolt of terror through her chest. They needed to get out as soon as they could. Drogon rumbles underneath her, clearly, agreeing with the sentiment.

Daenerys brings her gaze towards the mass of Wights. Their eyes sending a shiver down her spine. She had never seen such soulless eyes before. Not a hint of emotion within their depths. She knows that they have to get out of here soon. Their time here was out and they're running on borrowed time.

Bringing her gaze towards Jon's she sees the desperation within his gaze. Clearly he hadn't expected this sudden attack. None of them had expect you. Daenerys feels her heart skip a beat at the thought of you. Fighting with their children while she was stationary on the ground. A fact that she was not happy with but there was nothing she could do.

Daenerys reaches out her hand towards Jon when she sees he's coming close. The sooner he was on Drogon the sooner they could leave. The sooner they could leave the less likely any casualties will happen. As Jon grows nearer she could feel a lightness starting to take over her body. Her heart slowing down from its erratic beat.

Only to completely stop when Viserion's cry echos through the air. Filling her with a complete sense of dread as she turns to him. Her eyes only widening at what she sees.

You.

Falling towards the ground in a deadly arc. The crimson of your blood staining the air around you.

Daenerys didn't even realize that she had let out a scream of her own. The sound sounding like she was having her heart ripped from her body. It was a sound that all that were present would remember. It was the sound of complete and total agony.

Agony that was encompassing her as each second passed. Her only reprieve being when Viserion dove after you. Hoping beyond anything that he would be able to catch you. He was always the fastest of the three, and he would be able to catch you.

He had to.

Her hope starts to dwindle, however, when you grow closer and closer to the ground. With Viserion showing no signs of pulling up.

Your scream was a testament to what was happening. "Bē, Visērion, jikagon bē."

You knew what was going to happen. What Daenerys was willing not to. You knew and so did Viserion.

He wasn't fast enough.

He wouldn't be able to catch you.

You would hit the ground and there was nothing anyone could do.

A thought that brings another, sharper, cry from her lips. Despair filling her being within its embrace.

Her pain only grows that much more when Viserion tucks his wings tighter into his body. Knowing that she wasn't only going to lose you today she was going to lose both. She was going to lose the love of her life and her son.

She could see Rhaegal diving towards them but Daenerys knew he was too far away. Causing tears to start to slip from her eyes. Her pain growing more and more as you grow closer and closer to the ground.

She watches as you grab Viserion's neck and hold on. Clinging to him for the last time and Daenerys feels her heart break even more.

More so than the ice when you finally hit it.

The explosion of water shatters the silence of the landscape. The howls of the dead and the wind comes back, but Daenerys can't bring herself to move.

Her body and mind completely numb to everything. She was stuck staring at the hole you had dissapeared into.

Even as Drogon took off into the air she couldn't bring herself to look away.

Knowing that her light had been taken away.

Plunging her world into darkness.

The North may be facing their Long Night when the Night King comes.

Hers had already come, she would live in darkness until she saw you again.

Until she would be able to see her sun again.

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Part 3

"Who are you gonna run to now?"

Lea was carrying a container with warm food in it that her father had asked her to take to a neighbor. The delicious smell of lasagna made her dizzy, but the unpleasant feeling that was tormenting her from the inside did not allow her to concentrate on this pleasant smell at all.

The incident at the party had thrown Leia out of her comfort zone. She was bitterly aware that it would be awkward for her to look at her friend's eyes now, since they had almost kissed twice in the past week, and the thought of it made her cheeks flush with shame. Lea and Chris never allowed themselves to do this, valued their friendship and stayed at a distance. Currently, both have taken a step, not fully realizing in what kind of way.

With a heavy sigh, Brossard walked to the Morrises 'front porch and pulled the handle of the neighbors' front door as if it were the entrance to her own home. The door wasn't locked, so Lea went inside. Chris, in a rumpled t-shirt and disheveled hair, was sitting at the table in the living room, his dark green eyes fixed on a shelf, but it was clear that his thoughts were far beyond this room.

Without bothering to say Hello, Lea set the container right in the middle of the table, pushing the dirty glasses and several packets of candy bars to one side. — From my parents. This is lasagna, be careful, don't choke on it.

Chris shifted his heavy gaze to the woman next to him, mumbled something under his breath, and returned his gaze to the bookcase.

— Where's the thank you? I was actually wasting my time bringing you this masterpiece of cooking — Lea began, ignoring her friend's untidy, tired appearance, the dark circles and bags under his eyes clearly indicating that the young man had not slept for several nights in a row.

— Thank you, — Chris said. —Finished? Get out of here.

— I'm actually trying to help you, and you're acting like a complete asshole,— Lea said. A few days of continuous lectures from her parents and an early Sunday service left their mark on her emotional state.

— I don't need your help, okay?! — Chris exploded, clearly on edge. He stood up abruptly, knocking over his chair, his eyes blazing with rage, and his voice breaking into a scream. — I can't help myself, and how can you help me? Who are you, anyway? A strong and independent hooker. No one sees you more than as a sexual object!

Lea recoiled as if she had been whipped. Morris's words were just as stinging, and the girl's lips were frozen with hysteria.

— And you're a damned weakling who does nothing but whine and feel sorry for yourself. Mama's boy! Where is your mother? Who are you going to run to now?! — these words came out of her mouth. Lea did not even have time to realize how much she had hurt him now. Chris felt like a slap in the face, and his eyes — those mirrors of his soul — were now filled with pain and despair.

— Go to the office and get a job there, — Lea suggested after a moment's silence, trying to hide the excitement and remorse in her voice.

— I already went, and the only thing I was told was that it was fucking mediocre,— Chris said, recovering from a moment of rage, and picking up the container that his friend had brought from the table and removing the foil in which the still — warm lasagna was wrapped, he began to eat it. Lasagna was Mrs. Brossard's signature dish, and she made it for holidays, neighborhood gatherings, and school fairs. Many who tried the dish for the first time so flatteringly praised this painfully simple recipe. And the family only painfully realized that this is the only thing that she knew how to cook. Other French dishes that often appeared on the family table, she ordered at her favorite restaurant.

***

No matter how cold-blooded a bitch Lea was trying to be, she felt that now she simply had to help a friend who seemed to be always there. In addition to the feeling of guilt for the words expressed in the heat of the quarrel, the girl decided to talk to the editor of the magazine.

— Is John in there? — Lea came to work off-shift and glanced at the big blue eyes of the pretty Secretary. Did he offer her sex too?

—Yes, what are you concerned about? — Brossard didn't even hear the rest of the question and stormed into the editor-in-chief's cold office. Only idiots could open a window in the fall, and one of them was sitting in front of her.

When Mr. Blythe saw Leia in the doorway, he gave Her a dirty grin and looked her up and down, licking his lips like a predator.

— I've already missed you.

— Hire Chris — Leia demanded in a harsh, cold tone that brooked no argument, but John's expression didn't change at all. He unbuttoned the top buttons of his sky-blue shirt, revealing pale, protruding collarbones, as if he were hot in this icy office.

— So, I didn't make a mistake, you were in the photo, - John closed his eyes and stretched his lips in a smile. — And Chris is your boyfriend, isn't he? Lea frowned.

— He's my neighbor, and it doesn't matter.

— Oh, trust me, this is a big deal in our little deal, — John said, raising his eyebrows as he beat a strange rhythm on his knee. The belt badge glittered in the sunlight that slid across his body.

— Tell me about it  — Lea took a step forward, and he abruptly grabbed her by the arm. All attempts to keep her balance were futile, and reluctantly the girl sat on his knee.

The smell of expensive perfume and cigarettes hit her nose — not the cheap ones she bought at the local corner store-but good, expensive cigarettes with a thick white filter and a pleasant aftertaste. After a moment, the guy put his hand on her back, running his hand along her spine and stopping at the edge of her t-shirt.

— If you want your neighbor Chris to work in my office, you know what you have to do, — John hissed into the back of his neck, his nose stroking the thin skin and his lips exploring each wreath.

— You have a mountain of silicone at the front Desk, cover girl, why do you need me? — Leia's voice trailed off. Close contact and a few confident and, unfortunately, pleasant touches took away all the ability to think clearly.

— Do you agree to my offer or not? — Brossard exhaled noisily. Having sex with an unpleasant guy for the sake of an ungrateful neighbor is a bad idea. But she wasn't doing it because of Chris. An image of Mrs. Morris, a beautiful woman and neighbor, came to mind, giving Leia advice and feeding her whenever She ran away from home. She loved her son very much, and the girl knew what a strong bond they had, so the answer to his question was obvious.

— Yes, — she said underneath her breath.

— What did you just say? — his breath tickled her ear. He could hear her answer perfectly, and she could feel the smile in his voice.

— I agree.

John began to trace a path of kisses from the neck to the shoulder of the girl, biting the skin somewhere in the area of the collarbone. Lea pursed her lips, trying to catch her breath.

— Close the door, — she said.

— Such a brave girl is afraid of being seen?"

John closed the door roughly. His brown eyes burned with desire. He walked over to Leia, who was sitting in his expensive leather chair. With deft fingers, he unbuttoned his shirt, pushed it aside, and, taking the girl by the hips, sat her down on the table.

«A strong and independent hooker.»

Blythe bit into the full lips of Lea, who reluctantly returned his quick kiss, bit her lip, and pushed his tongue into the girl's mouth. Lea frowned in disgust at herself and this guy, but she knew that she could not escape her chosen fate, and she ran her fingers through the thick curly hair of the young man, pulling it back and forcing the guy to recoil.

«No one sees you more than as a sexual object!»

John took off the girl's black t-shirt and, covering her body with kisses, exploring it with his hands, pulled off her skirt and threw it somewhere to the side. Lea felt the appraising gaze of a predator that had found its new victim.

— God, you're gorgeous,— he breathes, and then he grabs her by the hips and heads toward the black leather sofa.

The young man loomed over Brossard, and her gaze fell on Blythe's freckled face, which was strewn across his sharp cheekbones in constellations. Leia's hands slid over John's taut abs as the thick leather belt clattered to the floor. Freeing both himself and Leia from unnecessary items of clothing, the guy abruptly entered the girl, spreading her pliable thighs.

«...hooker!»

John moved in a way that made Leia's vision darken and her head spin. She took deep breaths, but could not get enough oxygen to cope with the lack of breathing.

"...no one sees you more..."

Blythe didn't want to hurt her, but it was getting harder to control himself with each thrust. Moans came from lips that gasped for air. John abruptly changed the angle of the entrance, pinning the girl to the sofa. His hands were everywhere: at the bottom of her stomach, on her chest...

«hooker! ...a sex object!»

Heavy breathing, hoarse moans-all the sounds in the office merged in unison. Blythe bites into the girl's thin neck with a kiss, grabs her stomach, and with one deep penetration they both achieve release. Both breathing so heavy, like they ran ten miles on Blakan.

— Don't tell Chris that I asked him to take it. Just tell me you changed your mind, okay? — Lea asked, avoiding the gaze of the one she'd just given herself to, as she gathered her clothes from the floor.

— All right,— Blythe said, and fastened his seat belt with a slight movement.