#using a hat to hold the demon bug | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

sketch-guardian · 9 months ago

Note

Mc that can and will sleep anywhere in the cafeteria,class room,outside,in a tree,on the floor inside or outside (that’s also a cuddle bug and looks for one or two (Domnra and mobim) of the RAD classmates/exchange students to sleep on) they do not care what they are doing they will simply wait until their down with what their doing before dragging them off to somewhere warm sit them down and hug their arm or hold their hand their head on RAD classmates/angel exchange students shoulder to fall asleep that or they sit on their lap and fall asleep like that. They sometimes go missing with Mobim,Bob and Rob not answering their DDD everyone panicking only to find them hiding somewhere in RAD’s classrooms/an empty stairwell taking a long dead nap with Mobim in their lap with Bob and Rob the four of them hidden from view Mc curled around them for just in case a demon tries something they can protect the little curse,Bob and Rob they’re perfectly fine just dead asleep taking their nap and waking up very confused to very concerned RAD classmates/angel exchange students and them taking like 20mins to understand what their asking them

(Ps: pls take your time and I apologize for my constant asks and word vomit!)

Don't worry about the long ask, as I already explained, detailed descriptions help me with ideas☺so I'll try my best to write good headcanons🙈(btw, if I don't reply to asks immediately, it usually means I'm either busy or in the process of writing the headcanons, sorry😥):

"RAD CLASSMATES+NEW EXCHANGE STUDENTS WITH A CUDDLE BUG MC WHO CAN FALL ASLEEP ANYWHERE"

DEMYA

Demya is friends with Beelzebub and Belphegor, so every now and then when she and Beel go around consuming food in various restaurants, she woul allow Belphie to wait for them and take a nap in her nest, made up of scattered, messy, but still comfortable pillows and covers. As Demya's mate, MC would also be granted full and free access to her nest, it would for sure be a more comfortable place than all the others where they would risk dozing off, in fact MC's habit would remind Demya a bit of Belphie. Demya is a fairly energetic demon and would have some trouble staying still when MC uses her as a pillow, so she would entertain herself by caressing them, playing with their hands, giving them kisses here and there and growling at anyone who gets too close or tries to wake up MC. Demya would be a little confused at MC taking Mobim and Odon's eye-like creatures to build a cuddle pile, however she would be easily persuaded to join in and act like an animal would with its mate and pups

DOMNRA/MOBIM

Domnra is a fairly sporty demon, but he would have his moments in which he would laze around, he prefers his room to have more freedom and a sense of security, however Domnra happened to fall asleep in class due to boring lessons and in RAD's garden under the shade of a tree every now and then. Domnra wouldn't know how MC manages to fall asleep everywhere, even in unthinkable places, however he would try to be present when it happens, to prevent MC from being in danger. Their habit would remind Domnra a bit of how Mobim tends to fall asleep on him in even uncomfortable positions, such as over a shoulder, over or under a hat, in a pocket, so having MC on his lap wouldn't be a problem, but it could be embarrassing if it happened in public, especially since he wouldn't be able to respond to teasing with shouts, due to the risk of waking up MC. Domnra wouldn't be too thrilled with the idea of MC stealing Mobim without first notifying him along with Odon's eye-like creatures to take a long nap together, he would prefer it to be more organized and in a safer place like his room, where he would feel more at ease and comfortable enough to join, he would even put on some relaxing music in the background

AZUL

Azul is a rather eccentric demon who gets bored easily, so at the beginning he might whine about the fact that MC sometimes wouldn't participate in his activities because they're busy sleeping, however he would quickly get used to it and adapt, especially for the cuddle bug factor, which he would adore. Azul would take photos of all the strange places where MC would fall asleep, saving them in the gallery of his D.D.D or if MC stayed still long enough, he would also try to paint the scene, especially if in the company of sleepy Mobim and Odon eye-like creatures (as Domnra's friend, Azul would warn him of Mobim's presence). Azul would be pleased to have MC asleep on his lap or attached to his arm, smirking at anyone passing by who would show jealousy (the demon brothers), however MC would still have to be careful, because if Azul was in a playful mood, they might find themselves with marker drawings on their face

ZURI

Zuri is a very busy demon, so she wouldn't have much time to lounge around or as ordinary mortals would define, rest. Zuri would initially be a little worried about MC's habit of falling asleep around Devildom, finding it unhealthy and dangerous, not only due to the presence of other demons around, but also because sleeping with the wrong posture could then cause MC to develop some pain, who would obviously be washed away by Zuri with a massage, but not without a lecture first. If possible, Zuri would like to know first the places where MC intends to doze off, so as to know where to go in case of emergency, in her presence would be ideal, so the problem wouldn't even sussist. One place where MC could fall asleep would be Zuri's lap while she is busy weaving, she wouldn't even bat an eyelid, being good at multitasking, in public it would be a bit more complicated, but on public transport it would be acceptable. As long as it is not a health problem, Zuri would also allow MC to sleep in other places in the company of Mobim and Odon's eye-like creatures, warning those directly involved of their location

ODON

Odon as an ancient eldritch being, sleeps only rarely and not for a question of biological need, but for simple curiosity, in fact for an equally question of interest, as disturbing as it may seem despite their good intentions, Odon would like to observe MC rest in uncommon places, they would find it amusing and soothing, furthermore Odon's presence would be a warning to other demons to stay away. Odon, with MC leaning on their shoulder or in their arms, would entertain themselves by reading a book and cradling MC every now and then, smiling and greeting with a wave anyone who looks at them (the demon brothers), making a sign with their finger for silence. Odon would know where Mobim and their eye-like creatures (jokingly called by Azul: Bob and Rob) are at all times, because the latter would notify them and Odon wouldn't need to interfere, knowing that MC is safe with them (Odon would still be happy if they received an invitation)

REMIEL

Remiel's celestial duty, which is to take care of helping souls reach the afterlife, depending on the case, can take up a lot of her time and take away some of her free time as well as a result, so unfortunately she wouldn't be able to always be next to MC. Although Remiel rarely sleeps, she's used to staying stationary in one place for a long time, especially when souls are not ready to depart from the world of the living, so if MC were to fall asleep on her, Remiel, even if confused by MC's choice of environment where to take a nap, she wouldn't move a muscle, remaining still for as long as necessary, at most Remiel would use one of her wings as a blanket for MC and she would softly hum one of the lullabies that her mother Azrael sang to her when she was a child. Seeing MC sleeping with Mobim and Odon's eye-like creatures would remind the angel of death of the times when she rested as a child with Dust and Despair nearby

NATHANIEL

Nathaniel has several tasks to carry out as an angel of quite high rank, however he manages quite well to carve out moments of free time for himself and spend them resting, he would also be quite successful in matching those moments with the days in which MC would choose to take naps in absurd places. Nathaniel wouldn't have many questions about MC's habit and would limit himself to either meditating with them on his lap or perhaps weaving some flower crowns, to then present to MC with a soft smile. Nathaniel would find MC bonding with Mobim and Odon's eye-like creatures through naps cute and depending on the temperature, he would either cover them with a blanket or leave a cold drink for later

URIEL

Uriel is probably used to sleeping little due to her celestial duty and some other warrior angels may have sworn they saw her sleeping standing up at least once, to save time and effort. Uriel wouldn't find MC's habit of sleeping in uncomfortable places outside their home very constructive, they would thus expose themselves to enemies, it wouldn't be safe for their survival and Uriel also isn't sure whether sleeping in that way indicates health problems, so she would ask for explanations. Showing affection in public would be quite scandalous and embarrassing for Uriel, at least the first few times because she isn't used to public displays of affection, but over time Uriel would resign herself to playing the role of MC's and the other small demonic creatures, much to her dismay, Mobim and Odon's eye-like creatures' bodyguard. After all, Uriel has already had to stand guard for hours and hours in the past, so she would take the task very seriously (MC would be advised to lean on Uriel's wings, because resting on her armor would be uncomfortable)

23 notes · View notes

fandom-trash-xl · 3 months ago

Text

EPISODE 17: GOMAH

It's a Shonen after all...

It's time for the grand confrontation with Arinsu and Glorio... has nothing to say to her, nor does she. They don't even address each other. I sensed the betrayal coming and just... nothing happens. I'd understand Glorio's loyalties possibly shifting in the Dragon Team's favor but Arinsu potentially calling him out seemed likely.

Turns out her wish isn't to become Supreme Demon Queen, but to turn the Demon Realm even more chaotic, even further from peace, into something the outside world will fear.

She brokers a deal with the heroes that if they can beat one of her Majin underlings, they'll get the last Dragon Ball. A winner takes all ultimatum.

Kuu, who just proudly declared that he lost to the Tamagami, is eager to fight, but Arinsu insists that he's not strong enough and Duu should be the one to defend their asset. Kuu seems very out of turn, perhaps maybe he didn't get much of Arinsu's "loyalty loogie". You can revolt, you can leave, if it sucks, hit the bricks!

Vegeta and Goku have their own squabble over turns. Vegeta insists that they settle it via Rock Paper Scissors, but Goku insists its his turn after the last Tamagami. I've never seen Goku look so mad over whether he fights or not, get this man back into Fightholics Anonymous and have him refer Vegeta.

Ultimately, Goku gets his turn by Bulma telling her husband that it's the adult thing to do.

The fight against Duu goes pretty steadily, a decent match. Goku manages to pull off some tricks with his Power Pole, twisting Duu's stretchy arms. If this wasn't a fight shonen that we need to pad out... I'm no power scaler, but pulling out Super Saiyan 3 would have him sweep. Even when they have a literal reference point of strength (defeating a Tamagami), everyone still insists on toying around in base first, just to pad.

However, their fight gets interrupted when Gomah breaks out of the palace in his new giant form. Like I said last week, he didn't become "gosh dang it why" hot or anything, thank goodness, but he's really just Large Muscular Gomah. He even looks like they took Gomah's head, pasted it onto Jiren's body, and called it a day. Seriously, the outfit without the cape legitimately looks like the Pride Trooper uniform with a few extra triangles at the waist.

Even Neva fears the Third Eye with all his plot convenience powers. Hybis silently realizes he messed up with his epic trade deal to get his new silly hat.

Vegeta is no match in base (gee, what a shocker) and while he does pepper in some Super Saiyan, this is a multi-man job! All of our warriors (and Shin too) roll out!

A little bit of please face is enough to get Arinsu to aid in the fight against Gomah, unleashing her Majin sons into the battle. Everyone else follows as well including Panzy, who is still holding the baby, and Bulma, who plans to commentate slightly closer.

Neva wink wink nudge nudges Tamagami 1 into battle as well.

Unfortunately, as part of Dragon Ball traditions, he's stronger than any opponent they've ever faced and Goku seems to have dropped his supply of bugs somewhere. Where are Kuu's special retrieving skills when you need them?

Gomah stuns Goku in his rainbow-kinesis, but luckily, he's about to pull out the stops... by going Super Saiyan 3. They act surprised as if Vegeta didn't do it too a few days (how long has it been in universe) ago, like this is new and show-stopping. At this point, the feeling should be awe and hype, not shock as if this is something new from his back pocket like New Super Saiyan 4 or something (not necessarily saying we should pop out New Super Saiyan 4).

There were so many little arcs coming together but they seem to sort of fall flat because woops it's shonen fight time. It's a battle shonen series, I know, but still, it irks me. You hooked me on the nuance.

If the rumored February 28th end date, 20 episode count is correct, then we have three more episodes for this to come to a wrap. We still need to use the fusion bugs and I'm worried that some mysteries are going to go unsolved.

Next episode is "Awakening", we'll see what happens then.

EPISODES WITHOUT KNOWING HANVI'S WHEREABOUTS: 17

EPISODES IT TOOK FOR ME TO GET SHONEN BURNOUT: 17

#dragon ball #dragon ball daima #dragon ball daima spoilers #daima episode 17 #goku #vegeta #critique and heavy sighing

0 notes

grasshopperqueen · 2 years ago

Note

" Every have a story to tell? One that no one believed happened? " Slipping his hands into dark patterned sleeves. "An urban legend perhaps ? Or a tale of mystery, woe, love or loss?"

Warning: super long lore post

“ a story to tell? That no one believes happened? Hm.. I do actually. The story takes place around thirty years ago, before many things. Before my head injury and before I moved to Gotham. As a child I lived in a little nowhere town in California, in that town meta-humans were only something we’d see on the news, so when my own meta-human physical traits started showing, my mother did everything in her power to keep it hidden, luckily all that meant at the time was wearing a hat everyday to cover up my growing antennae, anyway I was a lonely child, what future Gotham supervillain wasn’t? Playing by myself everyday in a secluded part of the school, not knowing how to engage with other children and whatnot, until a strange sound caught my ear. Now I should remind you that at this time I already had my deep love for bugs, kicking out my Barbies in favor of ants living in my doll house, stealing isopods from the garden to Try and have “tea parties” with, or sleeping the most soundly when I could see spiders in the corners of my room.

Sorry to go off on a tangent, I was hearing a strange noise, it sounded like millions of terrified screams, screams that seemed like no one else heard but me. There was so many of them, overlapping each other continuously. It was unbearable, I was holding my hands over my ears, head wiping around to try and see where it all was coming from, and that’s when I saw it. There was a girl around my age, kicking an ant hill then stomping out the ants trying to flee, was this where the screams were coming from? Can I hear the ants? Whatever questions I was asking myself were swiftly pushed aside and I stood up, walking over to the girl and tried asking her to stop stupid it only ended in me getting pushed to the ground, poor ants being killed, and the still horrible feeling that I was going to go deaf from this screaming. Little me was currently feeling the most rage she had ever felt in all her little life and at this flush of rage, all of the screams turned to one word attack! Over and over inside my head the words attack ran across my mind. Did the ants want to attack the girl or did I? Who cares. I had this tingly feeling racing across my whole body and ending at my hands, I didn’t know what to do exactly, but I lifted my hands facing my palms towards the scattering ants on the floor and watched them grow before my very eyes! I could not believe this could be happening, I felt like I was going to faint, right in front of me was a bunch of ants the size of my forearm now swarming the body of this young girl! There was so much going on. I was cackling out of amazement, the girl was emitting blood curdling screams likely from the ants now biting her, and the words attack still blaring inside my ears.

Everything was going dandy, until a teacher found us. Everything went fuzzy after that, I’m fairly sure that girl switched schools after this event because I never saw her again. The whole situation was kept under wraps and the mother of the little girl didn’t press charges in fear of “the little demon girl” coming after her precious child again, I remember people spreading rumors about it but no one knowing I was the one that did it. As for me after that day I was sent to the hospital for a few months to deal with my “advancing affliction” and “anger issues” no one really noticed my absence, perks of being the quiet kid I guess. I didn’t care much though I had discovered something absolutely amazing about myself and got a hilarious story out of it too”.

#Insecta lore post!!#asks #mysteryfilledmidnightskies

5 notes · View notes

myonepiece · 4 years ago

Note

Got any Blackbread crew fluffy headcanons?

of course! 💕

now for the blackbeard crew i generally do blackbeard, shiryu, catarina devon, van augur, laffitte, avalo, burgess, and doc q, but there are other crew members so if you want me to add them please tell me 😊

blackbeard crew fluff headcanons

-there is a surprising amount of deep talks, about dreams, fate, childhood, your relationship

-he's a total sucker for affection especially kisses, kiss him on the cheek and he'll turn red and start babbling, crawl onto his laps and wrap your arms around his belly nuzzling into him and he'll freeze mid sentence and stare at you like 😨

-so because of his size he can’t exactly cuddle with you to sleep, but you lay on his stomach up towards his neck so he can wrap his arms around you (he’s freaking tall)

-he’s very protective and gets jealous easily, except for the protective part he actually doesn’t get protective until he turns and sees you in trouble because honestly he doesn’t keep the closest eye on you at times

-he’s not one for pda but if you sit on his lap he’s okay with that, similar for in private, except you can hold his hand or lay on him and he’ll return it simply

-he’s very protective, i mean being a former impel down guard he has some experience protecting things, and obviously killing people, he has absolutely no problem killing someone who hurt you

-when he comes in really late at night and sees you sleeping already, he’ll pull the blanket up around you and gently stroke your cheep before getting ready for bed himself

-he’s a fan of your kisses especially on his cheek, he got used to them and began expecting them so in public he’ll just look okay you until you give him one, in private he’ll lean down and gesture to his cheek

-he freaking purrs 🥺 if you strikes his hair or caress his cheeks, when you cuddle or pepper his face with kisses, he starts purring

-he’ll take whatever you want, you see a necklace? you got it. you want those 5 dresses? you shall have it

-cuddling is his favorite, doesn’t matter what time of day he’ll go find you and pull you on top of him or lay across you and keep you there until he’s satisfied

-he loves having you sit on his lap while he eats, offering you bites here and there or chuckling when you open your mouth signaling for another bite

-he likes going on walks around whatever town you’re staying in, or on the island if you’re staying there, just walking around holding hands and chatting

-and there’s the lounging on the deck of the ship, standing by the railing with your hand on the would and avalo’s placed over yours

-i have this one fic where he's just poking you wwith his cane, so. yeah, he loves annoying you by jabbing you with his cane. when you're annoyed with him like after you've had a fight and you're ignoring him, he'll reach out and poke you until you yell. at him to stop then he just smiles

-he loves telling you stories about his past, the "demon sheriff" who was "too violent"

-when he comes into your cabin on the ship to get ready for bed (because he insists on sharing a room) he'll take off his top hat and place it on your head then get undressed and into his pjs (which are silk btw)

-he will not hesitate to murder someone who gets on your nerves, someone is annoying you there for annoying him there for needs to pay

-you always wake up completely trapped in his embrace, his long limbs wrapped around you while he buries his face in the crook of your neck, nape of your neck, chest, shoulder, ect. like completely trapped, you don't move until he does, if you try to move his embrace tightens a significant amount

-a lot, if not all, of the gifts she gives you are splattered with blood. it's just because she got it from the woman she killed, she thought you would like the the bracelet, ring, necklace, dress, shoes, etc

-she's definitely okay wwith pda, usually she'll have an arm around your waist or she'll carry you on her hip (she's tall okay)

-there's lots of kisses, makeouts yes but also little nose kisses in the morning, forehead kisses when you're having a soft quiet moment, kisses on your shoulder when you're cuddling

-she loves seeing you wear her clothes, especially her hat, whenever you walk into the room adorning the accessory she smiles brightly and points with an encouraging compliment

-I couldn’t think of much for this guy

-he’s a cuddle bug but his hugs are always a bit intense, he forgets how strong he is and how small you are compared to him and he ends up hurting you but he apologizes

-he lives to show off, every chance he gets he’s showing off for you and when he loses or gets embarrassed he gets snappy and cranky

-he tends to move around a lot in his sleep so you’ll occasionally wake up being smacked across the fake or with burgess rolling on top of you and/or pushing you off the bed

-i would say you could ride his horse with him but actually, he and his horse are incredibly sick and both of them barely have the strength to stand so you can't ride on the horse, you can however walk next to it while doc talks to you or holds your hand

-you can also feed his horse sugar cubes and doc always watches you like 🙂

-he either sleeps, or stays awake the whole night, if he sleeps then he's passed out on top of you or sprawled across the bed like a starfish, if he can't sleep he'll just lay in bed letting you sleep on him

-he likes to take you with him and give people the exploding apples for no reason except to see you smile at their suffering, he'll also show you how to make the apple if you want, he watches from teh. side while you hurry across a road dropping an apple and then the two of you giggle when it blows up on the poor person who picked it up

-he taught you a bit about how he reades fates with the flight patterns of birds and sometimes. he'kl test. you by asking if. you see anything

-he also tried to teach you to shoot but he's at a war with himself because you might need to learn and it could be fun, but you could get hurt too

-he's not the biggest cuddler or pda person, but if you initiate something he won't exactly push you away unless it's extravagant and really lovey-dovey

-when ever the crew is sitting down somewhere, van augur will either pull you into his lap or let you sit next to him and lean your head on his shoulder while you use his cape as a blanket

236 notes · View notes

zonna-c · 4 years ago

Text

Detective Work Is Hard

This continues after Perfume Disaster , Overprotectiveness Might Be A Bad Thing… and Something Special

warning: soft/safe vore story

Satan thought something was going on from the very start but couldn't piece it together. He knew that ever since the perfume incident everyone was acting weird especially Zonna. And now Lucifer let Zonna go with Asmo to the club? And mammon went after them, only for mammon to come back by curfew without Zonna, and for Asmo came home alone?

Satan looked everywhere for Zonna thinking that she had somehow snuck in without any luck, he figured that she had went to purgatory hall but he saw Mammon disappear into her room early the next morning and her shower turned on after he left, but Satan knew for a fact that she wasn't in there so where had she been? The next few days he watched her like a hawk trying to figure out the puzzle…..but everything was back to normal! what happen! he need to know!

“Hey, Lucifer you busy?” Zonna asked as she peek into his office with a cup of coffee

“Not particularly” Lucifer said as he got up from his desk and mountain of paperwork to stretch

“Great, you know you didn't keep your promise….” Zonna huffed

“What, promise?” Lucifer asked as he thought about it, he hadn't missed any dates, she hadn't asked him for help with homework lately her birthday was still a ways off ...so what was he forgetting?

“You promise to let me pet your wings!” Zonna huffed rolling her eyes

“W-what when did I promise that?” Lucifer asked

“When you ate me! You said I could but then Mammon got all overprotective and jealous and wouldn't let me get close to you.” Zonna growled

“...,Right, so you want to know?” Lucifer asked

“Yea if it's alright?” Zonna asked looking away from him messing with her hair.

“Sure.” Lucifer said as he sat back down changing to his demon form stretching his two pairs of big black wings as he did so.

“Brought you coffee as a thank you.” Zonna said as she put down the steaming hot cup of coffee before gently reaching out running her fingers down the soft feathers gaping softly, pulling her hand away when he’s ruffled them

“Sorry, it just tickled and I am not used to someone touching them.” Lucifer mumbled he was blushing

"cute"

"what was that?" Lucifer asked glaring at her

"nothing, nothing." she smiled, gently smooths them back down “there so soft, do you lose your feathers like birds do?”

“Yes, though I don't molt as often as birds do, why?” Lucifer asked

“They are beautiful, I would love to have a few of them .” Zonna said Lucifer looked over at her

“Did you sleep alright?” Lucifer asked seeing the bags under her eyes "did Levi keep you up gaming or something?" he asked suddenly changing the subject

“No, just didn't sleep well is all, is it that easy to tell?” Zonna asked looking up at him

“You just look tired.” Lucifer stated

“You're one to talk.” Zonna huffed looking up at him “ looks like you could use some sleep too.”

“Am fine, but what bugging you?” Lucifer said ruffing her hair

“Satan has been following me around trying to be all sneaky, he's got me on edge is all.” Zonna huffed

“Oh?” Lucifer mumble purring softly as he started to fill out some of the paperwork on his desk, loving the way she gently ran her fingers over his feather straightening a few of them making him relax more into her touch

“Yea he's just, I don't know he's like a trained tiger, friendly but dangerous. Something about him just sets off alarm bells in my head.” Zonna mumbled

“Have you talked to Satan about this?” Lucifer asked

“No, I felt like that about all of you at first and still do at times, well beside Mammon, but with Satan it's, I guess it's because he hides his feelings so well I can't tell what he's thinking? It is unnerving and now it‘s like he is hunting me.” Zonna whines

“Maybe you should talk to him about this instead of me?” Lucifer growled hating that his time with Zonna was being spent talking about his brothers, sure he had asked what was bugging her but he thought she'd say something about a test not one of his brothers!

“Alright, alright I'll stop talking about Satan, happy now?” Zonna asked gently scratching his wings making him almost lay down on the table purring happily the pen falling out of his hand

“Very.” Lucifer purred, crossing his arms resting his head as she pet and scratched his wings till her hands were numb, and he was fast asleep still purring softly

“You work too hard Lucifer.” Zonna whispered ruffling his hair his mumbled something about paperwork, she snuck out of his office making sure to close the door only to run into Satan lending against the wall reading a book

“Morning.” Zonna mumbled walking past

“Afternoon.” Satan stated flipping to the next page in his book

“Whatever.” Zonna grumbled walking past him to the library sitting down to study for the next test

Satan snuck into the library after an hour or so finding Zonna still sitting down at the table hand resting on her cheek as she stared at the page “hello Satan going to stand there all day?” Zonna grumbled running her fingers through her hair

“No, didn't know you were in here.” Satan said as he sat down side her

“Yea, right.” Zonna grumbled as she looked over the page again glaring a hole into in she needed a break.

“I didn't.” Satan said looking confused

“Like you haven't been stalking me.” Zonna said with a huff closing the texted book looking over at Satan instead

“I-i don't know what you mean?” Satan said worriedly

“Alright so you haven't been keeping track of me?” Zonna asked

“W-well maybe I have…” Satan mumbled

“Are you worried about me? Or are you jealous.” Zonna asked with a smirk

“W-what is there to be jealous about?” Satan asked

“Oh so you haven't figured it out yet? With how smart and observant you are, I was sure you figured it out by know.” Zonna said with a laugh

“Of course I know.” Satan scuffed

“No you don't.” Zonna said in a sing song voice

“Yes I do.” Satan growled

“Easy tiger,” Zonna said, running her fingers through his hair. “you'll be mad at me when you do find out, guaranteed.”

“What?” Satan asked

“You'll be so mad I just know it.” Zonna whined as she got up “so, go easy on me when you do find out what has been going on ok?” she said as she walked away disappearing down the hallway

Now Satan has to know, he paced around the house thinking about it trying to find out what happened, “it started with lucifer and the perfume hat make her smell delicious, but there's no way he didn’t did he? But if he did that makes since”…, “but no way that can't be it can it?”

“Pace and mumble to yourself somewhere else!” Belphie growled from the couch

“Oh Belphie, I didn't see you there.” Satan said as he looked over seeing Belphie glaring at him half asleep on the couch all curled up

“So Belphie you know anything about what's going on with Zonna?” Satan asked with his charming smile

“Zonna?” Belphie mumble “where is she i like to take a nap with her.” he said with a yawn rubbing his eyes

“I don't know but listen, have you noticed anything weird going on with Zonna and Lucifer or Beel?” Satan asked

“Mmmm, Beel ate her a few days ago.” Belphie said with a yawn before freezing up “I shouldn't have said that.” he said as Satan started at him like he had two head

“He did what to Zonna?” Satan asked

“Nothing, just a weird dream. I had it all. Beel didn't do anything to Zonna!” Belphie said with a laugh but Satan did believe him “well am going to go well find a new napping spot.” Belphie said as he ran away from Satan

“ZONNA!” Satan shouted as he stomped out of the living room to find her

Zonna felt a shiver down her spine as the game over flashing on the screen “did you hear something just know?” she asked looking over at Levi

“Uhhh?” Levi asked pulling off his headphone to hear Satan shout her name again “what did you do Zonna?” Levi whispered eyes wide in horror at the way Satan said her name; it was like they were in a horror movie!

“N-nothing!” Zonna said looking around his room “and there's no hiding spots in here!” she huffed “a-am going to make a run for it!” she said as she walked over to the door

“To where?” Levi asked getting up

“I-i don't know, maybe the roof till he cools off.” Zonna mumbled only to jump when she heard her name again close to the door, they were out of time “am not here!” Zonna said holding her hand up back to the wall as the door swung open effectively hiding Zonna behind it

“Levi, have you seen Zonna?” Satan growled making Levi jump

W-wwwwhat? Nnnuno course not haven't sseen her all day not like she behind the door or nothing ahhhahh.” Levi said with a nervous laugh covering his face looking mortified

“So she behind the door?” Satan said as he looked behind it finding her standing her

“Ummm meow?” Zonna said nervously with a smile

“Come on out.” Satan said holding his hand out to her with that too calm smile on his face

“Um, I don't want to?” Zonna whined pressing herself into the wall

“Come on, no need to be a scared cat, just need to talk to you.” Satan said gently taking her hand pulling her out “thank for the help Levi” he said as he pushing Zonna out of the room closing the door behind him

“Ahahahhh what have I done! I threw Zonna to the wolves!” Levi whined

“So where are we going?” Zonna mumbled as Satan walked just ahead of her holding her hand

“Attic” Satan said as the walked

“But, why?” Zonna asked Satan almost never went to the attic

“So Levi can't play the hero.” Satan said happily as they started up the stairs

“Right.” Zonna mumbled tapping her left foot twice on the first step before starting to walk up

“Why do you always do that tapping thing before walking up stairs?” Satan asked

“I messed up that leg when I was little so it's just a bad habit I picked up.” Zonna said with a shrug

“You got hurt a lot don't you?” Satan asked

“Maybe,” Zonna said with a shrug

“You should be careful.” Satan said patting her head

“That would be no fun.” Zonna huffed batting his hand away

“So I figured it out.” Satan said as they walked into the attic he double checked that no one was up here. Well Zonna was hoping Belphie would be here but her luck seems to have run out.

“I figured.” Zonna whined

“So, Lucifer, Beel, and Mammon they all?” Satan asked

“Yes they did.” Zonna said with a nod

“Do you realize how dangerous it is? What if word got out about this? What if one of them messes up the spell uh? Or bites you, what if they made you small and kept you? What if…” Satan growled running his fingers through his hair already in his demon form as he thought about all the worst case scenario

“Satan, am ok and I have the pact’s, remember?” Zonna said reaching out to him but he back away

“NO Zonna, this is way too dangerous even with the pact! Your crazy” Satan growled

“Course a am, have to be crazy do to half the stupid stuff I done.” Zonna said with a laugh making Satan sighed

“No this is different, there are so many ways this could go wrong Zonna! You, you can't just let my brothers eat you!” Satan growled

“You worry too much Satan.” Zonna huffed crossing her arms

“You worry too little!” Satan growled back

“Your brothers like me Satan, you really think any of them would hurt me?” Zonna asked

“W-well no but!” Satan grumbled

“So what is there to worry about? It is not like you or your brothers would go around shouting from the rooftop about it so who is going to find out?” Zonna asked moving closer to him making him back up

“No one I guess but! I-i really don't think it a good idea to continue letting this happen.” Satan said looking away from her

“So did you figure it out by yourself?” Zonna asked

“No, Belphie told me.” Satan grumbled looking away from her

“Belphie knows?!” Zonna asked looking surprised

“Y-ou didn't know that?” Satan asked

“No, but a guess Beel told him or if he saw a Beel stomach that night…” Zonna mumbled thinking it over “so that means mmm, only Levi doesn't know about this..., But that's beside the point, I think you're mad that not only did your brother eat me but they did it without you noticing, it seems the in house detective isn't so sharp.”

“That's not true! They were very sneaky about it!” Satan huffed crossing his arm the tip of his tail twitching

“True, but Beel did walk all the way to my room with his jacket zipped up and a bulging belly without you noticing and when I went with Asmo to the club Mammon came home ‘alone’ that’s weird on its own, since he always drags me home.” Zonna scuffed

“I-i noticed but i didn't think that they would, that you would let them eat you!” Satan growled his tail uncoiling from around his leg, waving slowly behind him. “I thought humans were supposed to be scared of getting eaten!”

“And scared of heights, falling, darkness, and deep water, am not scared of any of those things either.” Zonna said with a shrug “but I was scared of being eaten but then Lucifer kind of talked me into it and it was…, nice.”

“NICE?” Satan growled

“Yea, I mean it was scary but it’s so soft and warm in there, your guys stomach glows to it's the perfect nightlight..., it is nice being alone without being.., alone. And knowing no one knows where you are but them, it’s nice feeling so completely protected especially being here..,” Zonna said messing with her long nails chipping the purple nail polish off

“Oh, I see.” Satan said composing himself sitting down on the bed looking down at his hands as he thought it over she wanted a safe space where no one could mess with her, all of his brother knew her hiding spots and had dragged her out of them to come hang out before even Belphie had climb out onto the roof to get her for a afternoon nap before. But being inside someone's belly, even they could really mess with her too much as long as they weren't running around....

“Don't think too much into it, I am not some little kid that needs to be tucked in at night. I'm fine by myself. I just get tired of getting dragged around and you guys fighting over me. It's easy to stay in one place if it's harder to get to me.” Zonna huffed sitting down beside him

“Course not.” Satan said with a laugh “you just want some extra protection.”

“Yea.” Zonna said with a nodded flinching when his tail wrapped itself around her waist. “Uh Satan your tail.” she said gently touching the thick plates on his tail

“Aah, Sorry it has a mind of its own sometimes.” Satan blushed slowly uncoiling his tail from around her waist

“No, It's ok, I don't mind, it just surprises me is all, it feels different from Levis.” Zonna said gently running her hand down his tail

“That feels weird.” Satan mumbled his face aflame

“Oh do you want me to stop?” Zonna asked pulling her hand away the tail coiled around her waist again making Satan blush even more

“N-no if fine if you want to touch it.” Satan mumbled

“It is very pretty. I love the light green at the end.”

“Your so weird!” Satan grumbled ruffling her hair

“What do you mean? Zonna huffed looking up at him

“Calling a demon tail pretty! That's weird!” Satan growled

“But it is!” Zonna huffed “leaned closer Satan I want to see something.”

“What?” Satan asked as he moved closer, flinching when she reached up gently running her fingers through his blond hair before running her finger over his horns making him pull back but because his tail was wrapped around her waist he pulled her with him making her fall on top of him.

“What was that for?” Zonna whined rubbing her nose having hit in on his chest when she felt on top of him

“W-What are you doing you can't just touch my horns without asking!” Satan growled as she crossed her arm over his chest laying on top of him. Looking down at his pretty green eyes

“Why not? You always ruffle my hair without asking.” Zonna said with a smirk as he grumbled before sighing, closing his eyes and his demon form disappeared “hey that's not far!” Zonna whined with a shiver. It was weird the warm tail that was just wrapped tightly around her waist simply vanished.

She grumbled when he reached up ruffling her hair again “who said demons play fair?” Satan asked with a chuckle only to growl when he heard someone coming up the steps and Zonna scrambling to get off her comfy spot on his chest. He missed her weight already as he slowly sat back up waiting for whoever it was to make it up the stairs.

Zonna was surprised to see Levi open the door out of breath “Zonna! y-you ok.” Levi panting

“Course.” Zonna said with a shrug

“I came to save you from Satan!” Levi said glaring at his younger brother

“We talked it out, it’s fine.” Zonna said with a shrug

“Ooh, ok that good at least that settles but Satan still stole you away in the middle of our game! I need You to finish the boss battle! So I am stealing you back!” Levi grumbled as Satan glare at him

“Alright, that's fine, I think we were done talking anyway.” Zonna said with a shrug getting up only for Satan to grab her hand “or not?” Zonna question looking back at satan

“Oh umm, no it's fine go ahead I'll catch you later.” Satan said as he let go, Zonna smiled and walked over to Levi happily walking away back to Levi room

“So she likes to be eaten? maybe it not such a bad idea after all…,” Satan said as he thought more about it

“S-sorry I was looking everywhere for you guys, I forgot about the attic.” Levi grumbled

“That so sweet Levi, trying to come to my rescue. Even though you're the reason I got caught.” Zonna said nudging him with her shoulder as they walked

“W-what I didn't meant to I just, Satan looked so scary and I pppanic.” Levi said jumping out of his skin with she bumped him

“Yea, yea you suck at keeping secrets.” Zonna said with a wave

“N-no I can keep a secret! It's just happened too fast! Satan stormed in and looked like he was ready to kill someone and I panicked!” Levi grumbled

“Fine, fine, you win.” Zonna huffed as they walked into his room

“So you're not mad at me?” Levi asked

“Na, just don't go blowing my hiding spot again or your gaming desk and chair might end up dismantled.” Zonna said with a evil smile as she shrugged off her jacket throwing it onto Levi bed

“Wwwhat you wouldn't!” Levi said looking shocked and scared

“Have the tools and know how to do it.” Zonna said with a shrug “would take about a hour”

“Sso what was he so mad about anyway?” Levi asked as he set the game back up hoping she forget about messing up his game desk but deciding not to leave his room for long periods for a while

“It’s nothing.” Zonna said with a shrug only for Levi to stare at her she signed “alright fine I guess there's no point keeping it from you now that everyone knows beside you.” Zonna said with a sigh running her fingers through her hair.

“Everyone knows what?” Levi asked as he sat down beside her

“Ummm, that…, Lucifer…., Levi please stop staring at me like that.” Zonna mumbled looking away from him

“S-ssory I didn't mean to make you nervous.” Levi grumbled looking away from her

“It's fine but, umm Satan was mad cause he found out that some of your brother had ummm might have, eaten me…”

“Wwwwwhat??!? Y-you mmmmean like, like.” levi said covering his beat red face with his hands looking like he was going to pass out

“Swallowed me whole” Zonna mumbled as Levi panicked

“W-who? why? Are you alright? They didn't hurt you did they?” levi asked grabbing her shoulder lending closer looking her over

“Am fine, no they didn't hurt me at all, you remember that day when Asmo sprayed perfume on me and caused all that trouble?” Zonna asked chuckling when Levi realized just how close he was to her and almost fell back trying to get away from her and giving her room

“Ummm, no” Levi mumbled as he thought about it but it didn't ring any bells

“Guess you were to busy playing video game or watching anime to notice but because of the perfume lucifer ate me but mammon found out about it, so after I was let out he was so clingy and Beel was avoiding me because he had come after me for perfume effects before I ran into lucifer and he scared me. So by the time I could talk to Beel Mammon was driving me crazy and it wasn't so bad when Lucifer did it…. so Beel ate me to hide me away from Mammon and then Mammon ate me…after Asmo ditched me at the club, and everyone else had just heard about it or found out like Satan just did.” Zonna mumbled playing with her hair

“Wwww-what? H-how are you ok with this?” Levi almost shouted

“Because it's... safe.” Zonna mumbled

“S-safe?” Levi mumbled blushing. He knew he could eat her of course, He had even thought about eating her before….. But to think that out of all the humans Lucifer could have picked, that Zonna would not only be fine with getting eaten but like it and want to do it again. “I-i think I understand why, but you can't just go around and let everyone eat you!” Levi whined

“Am not! It's not like begging to be eaten, and it's not like you guys are innocent either. Most of you have threatened to eat when you're mad!” Zonna huffed rolling her eyes as a awkward silence filled the room till Levi stomach growled

“I-I don't i n-not hungry.” Levi mumble waving his hands around as his stomach growled again “nooot attt all! It nnnot like i want to ahahha course no it not like that one anime not a all ahahha, or thaat i thought abbbout eaaating you before nooo wa ahhah.” levi started to ramble

Zonna laughed hard as Levi panicked, rambling more about anime and not much sense anymore “Levi take a breath.”

“Ok yes that's a good idea.” Levi mumble as he tried to calm down

“but if you want I wouldn't mind a little nap.” Zonna said laughing when Levi looked confused before adding “where no one could find me.”

Levi blushed looking away from her, he got it that time “no, i couldn't doo that.” Levi mumbled

“Fine, maybe Satan thought it over.” Zonna mumble with a yawn as she got up "and i don't think Beel would say no." Only for a smooth scale tail the wrap itself around her waist pulling her back down

“Wwww if you are just going to go find someone else to do it then….i can iiiif y-you want me too.” Levi mumble looking away from her

“Don't know how you going to if you cant even look at me Levi” Zonna said with a laugh running her fingers over his tail

“Rrright.” Levi mumbled his tail losing it hold on her

“Although you could pretend to be something else, maybe that would help?” Zonna asked

“Llllike what?” Levi asked

“I don't know, like an evil monster that's going to eat the weak little human?” Zonna said with a shrug “like a scene from a monster movie.”

“Bbbbut what if you get scaaarred?” Levi whined

“Alright how about a safe word something like, oh how about if I do get scared I'll just say your whole name instead of Levi? Should work fine right? Or I could use the pact to stop you in the worst case.”

“Yea, but you have to promise to stop me if you do get scared.” Levi said with a nod

“Fine.” Zonna said with a shrug

“Zonna.”

“Alright, fine I promise.” She huffed

“So just go ahead with the shrinking spell and protection spell and then you can start with your scary act.” Zonna said with a shrug

“Oh yea right so umm…, right i know the spell.” Levi mumble taking a breath before saying the spells his tail tightening it hold on her waist as she slowly shrink down “there orrr it this too small? or too big?”

“Its fine Lucifer made me bigger than this but it’s what you are comfortable with.” Zonna said with a shrug as he moved her closer to his face gently petting her head and rubbing her back flinching when she leaned into his touch

“Sssorry.” Levi mumbled pulling his hand away

“It's fine, I don't mind. Just don't drop me.” Zonna said as she looked around she was about 8inches tall. And being held by his tail, her leg dangling as she stomachs the did that weird drop thing as she saw just how high up in that air she was “So you want to put me down and chase me or act like you just caught me?” She asked rubbing his tail kicking her legs lazily as he put his hand under her to make sure he didn't drop her which she was glad for even though she wasn't scared of heights it did make her feel safer.

“Ummmm,” Levi hummed, looking around his room. There was way too much stuff in here to hide behind or get squished by. “No, oh how about I put you down on the bed then we can play?” Levi said as he walked over to his bathtub bed gently putting her down on top of the pillow perfect place for her since there was no way she could get out or hurt herself

“Alright just tell me when you're ready.” Zonna said smiling up at him

“Right, just give me a second to get into character.” Levi said as he closed his eyes trying to focus Zonna just shook her head with a laugh he was taking this seriously guess she had to put on a good show too

“Ok ready” Levi said before opening his eyes “W-well, well, what do we have here, a tasty little human, sitting on my bed like it owns the place.” he growled poking her making her fall over

Zonna yelped rolling off the pillow “what a big idea pushed me over!” she growled she could see he was panicking about making her fall this was never going to work...

“iiii, S-seem this one has some fight.” Levi purred trying to grab her but she jump away from his hand he frowned and tried to grab her again only for her to barely avoid his hand again

“That's all you got giant?” Zonna huffed wiggling under one of his pillows to hide

he huffed picking up the pillow and using his tail instead coiling around her easily picking her up “and a slippery one at that.” he growled holding her close to his face

“Ahhh No fair! Put me down! Put me down right now giant!” she growled kicking and wiggling around pushing at his tail

“Down? Sure I cant put you down.” Levi said moving his tail above his head slowly lowering her down

“NNNNooo down on the floor the floor!” Zonna shouted kicking and wiggles as he licked her feet

“Why would I let my snack go?” Levi purred

“Your regret this! I give you the worst stomach ache ever!” Zonna growled as he closed his lips around her knees licking them his teeth closed around her legs making her freeze up “watch the teeth giant.” she growled smacking his nose hard

“Owww” Levi growled as his tail pulling up and freeing her legs he glared at her holding his nose “feisty little thing.” he grumbles

“Like I’d go down without a fight giant!” she growled

“I would have like to hear you scream and cry as I swallow you but oh well.” Levi grumble before stuffing her head into his mouth before she could even scream, licking at her face ignoring her little shouts that got muffled as he closed his mouth licking her face hard his teeth close around her a little too tightly for her liking as he purred and growled around her she wiggled and squirmed not scared but a little startled as he pushed her deeper swallowing hard and quickly she grumbled unable to talk with her head being squeezed into his throat as he swallowed thickly around her pushing at her feet she felt his teeth scrap her ankles as he pulled off her shoe she shivered too close Levi to close, she tell him off for it later as he swallowed again

He huffed holding his neck face aflame and he tried to wrap his head around it swallowing again feeling she slip away under his fingers to his belly he did it he ate Zonna…. ooohhh nooo he did it he ate Zonna!

“Oooohh Zonna aarre you ok? please say something!” Levi whine as he felt her fall into his belly fulling it wonderfully but he was tense up finger poking at the bulge she make in his middle

“Am fine but please relax!” Zonna shouted, pushing against his fingers “I can't get up right with you squeezing me like this!” she growled pushing at the wall but they refused to move

“Oooh sorry!” Levi shouted, pulling his hands away trying to take a breath. “better?”

“Yea, easy on the shouting Levi.” Zonna mumbled as she wiggling around to get settled

“Sorry.” Levi mumble slowly moving his hand closer to his belly only to pull away when Zonna leaned into his touch he blushed when she laughed at him

“What the matter Levi? Are you scared?” Zonna teased rubbing the walls he makes a weird hissing purr sound, it weird how all the brothers purr but they sound so different from each other his stomach glowing a soft orange color around her it was pretty.

“What of course not.” Levi huffed resting his hand on his middle

“Great acting by the way but go easy on the teeth next time and don't lose my shoes.” Zonna huffed as she settle in snuggling into place with a sigh

“Nnnnext t-time? Levi asked as he felt her snuggle into place “w-wwait what are you doing? you're not going to sleep are you!” Levi said starting to panic

“That's the reason I wanted you to do this so.., yea.” Zonna said with a yawn

“Bbbbut!” Levi whined

“It's fine, just don't go screaming about losing a game or drown me with a drink and you'll be fine.” Zonna huffed gently petting the walls

“But.”

“Leviathan, either shut it and let me sleep or cough me up.” Zonna growled

“Never mind it was nothing.” Levi said quickly

“That's my good boy.” zonna purred kneading into the walls making him purr loudly, he whined when she slowly stop lulled to sleep by his calming heartbeat and hiss like purrs.

He laid in his bed watching anime his one hand never leaving the bulge she made on his belly till she woke up a hour of so later with a cute little yawn and a half stretch, he could feel her push out against his hand he purred hearing her greet him as she woke “y-you have a good nap?” Levi asked nervously

“It was perfect, mind if I stay a little long though?” Zonna asked as she started petting and kneading the walls again

“As long as you keep doing that, you can't stay as long as you like.” Levi purred happily closing his eyes gently rubbing back

A knock at the door made Levi jump “w-what the password?” Levi asked making Zonna freeze up. The person behind the door didn't answer, just opened the door instead. “Satan” Levi said as he sat up a little straighter “wwwhat do you want?”

“Zonna not in here?” Satan asked as he looked around

“No, did you want to talk to her?” Levi asked nervously

“Yea, know where she went?” Satan asked looking at Levi noticing Zonna leather jacket on the edge of his bathtub bed his eyes narrowed as he scanned the room again

“What? How would I know? She just wanders off, you know how she is.” Levi mumbled as Satan check behind the door before head over to him Levi flinched

“Really? So what's her jacket still doing here?” Satan asked

“She must have forgotten it.” Levi said with a nervous laugh

“Really?” Satan said as he stared down at his older brother

“Yea really!” Levi huffed crossing his arms

"she almost never leave her jacket anywhere." satan mumbled

"y-yea but she did." Levi said with a nervous laugh

“Ok then you wouldn't have a problem if oh i don't know i called her?” Satan said as he pulled out his phone Levi open his mouth to say something only to finch covering up his belly as he felt and heard Zonna phone buzzing and ringing in his stomach as she wiggled around trying to get it out of her pocket turning it off “so what was that about not know where she was?” Satan asked a he leaned down closer to Levi

“Well mmmm I you seee I um." Levi mumbled holding his hand up

“Satan! Stop it before you give our older brother a heart attack!” Zonna grumbled as Levi stomach tighten up around her making it almost imposable to move, but Satan couldn't hear her over Levi stumbling through his words

“So just what did she say to get you to eat her?” Satan asked as Levi panicked more, not even forming sentences. Satan smirked as his phone started to ring he answered “hello Zonna” he purred into the phone

“Are you trying to give Levi a heart attack or what?” Zonna grumbled

“No, not at all, just making sure you're ok” Satan purred poking the bulge she made in Levi middle

She grumbled pushing against his pokes “well knock it off or I'll never let you eat me.” Zonna growled

“Who said I want to?” Satan said gently rubbing Levi stomach before pulling back

Zonna leaded into his gently rubs though she didn't know if it was Satan or Levi rubbing at her “Really? you don't care? Ok when.” Zonna said as she ended the call

“Hey wait.” Satan grumbled as she ended the call Satan glared at his phone then at Levi middle

“Sssssooo we good?” Levi mumbled

“No not at all.” Satan growled poking Levi middle again leaning in close “watch your back Zonna.” he grumbled before leaving

“Did you have to piss Satan off?” Levi whined

Zonna laughed, “he's just a sore loser is all, don't worry about it.”

“You didn't see the way he was glaring at me!” Levi whines

“This will be a fun game.” Zonna said with a laugh

“You're crazy.” Levi huffed

Zonna laughed rubbing his belly, making him purr “what so wrong about being a little crazy?”

#safe vore #soft vore #shall we vore #my writing

28 notes · View notes

marmolady · 4 years ago

Text

Homecoming: Part Three

Continued from PART ONE and PART TWO

Main Pairings: Estela x (f)MC, Graleister, Variego

Summary: Endless Ending. It's the final leg of Taylor and Estela's journey; taking them to Northbridge and old friends... but leaving others behind.

Word Count: 5905

Chronology: After ’The New Taylor’ and ’A Ride to Remember’, sort of midway through ’Inheritance’.

Tagging: @saivilo, @edgydepressedchoicesthot, @sceptilemasterr, @greengroove @mauvecatfic

Thanks for reading!

The echoey halls of the long-since abandoned Celestial rang with grunts and the deafening blows of metal against concrete, marble and glass. The figure of one Estela Montoya-- sledgehammer in hand-- emerged from the billowing clouds of dust, pausing her onslaught only to check in with her wife, who’d been exerting herself more than Estela was completely comfortable with.

Taylor stood up straight, panting, and wiped sweat from her brow. The slight tremble to her knees did not go unnoticed.

“Mi amor, I think you’re done.”

“Done?” Taylor heaved. “I’m no-- yeah, I’m done. I am officially….” She leaned against a wall, and let her baseball bat clatter to the fall. “I’m officially… all emotionally-released out.”

“I’m happy to hear that, cariña.” Estela put her free arm around Taylor, steadying her. “How about I pull up a chair for you so you can keep me company until I’m done?”

“I would like that a lot.”

Soon, Taylor was peacefully reclining on a deck chair brought from the poolside, and sipping a drink from a coconut, while Estela kept up her demolition crusade around her.

Taking down the old resort was a laborious process, one that had begun many months ago when the Catalysts first began stripping the hotel of anything that could be utilised in the small village that had become their sanctuary at the end of the world. Soon after Taylor, Estela, Jake, Grace and Aleister returned to the island, the resort had been gone over with a fine-toothed comb, with anything to be saved carefully removed for safe keeping. Now, what remained of the resort was ripe for a smashing, and once Iris had identified load-bearing structures to be careful of, the bare bones of the once grand Celestial was the site of a purge of a thousand pent-up emotions. There had never been any doubt to Taylor that such an opportunity for catharsis would do the world of good for Estela… but she hadn’t anticipated just how much she herself had needed to expel from her body in screaming blow after screaming blow. She could not begin to count how many times she’d closed her eyes and seen the people she loved murdered at the hands of Everett Rourke… to set fire to every last piece of trace of his awful smug face had the effect of leaving her feeling about ten tonnes lighter. It was everything she’d needed, and as she laid back and watched Estela smash through her own demons, she had to hope… this would be a corner turned for them both.

“Hey….”

Taylor turned her head, and grinned at the sight of Diego cautiously coming towards her.

“Hey!”

“There’s no, uh… debris flying around here is there?”

“Ha. I think you’re safe for now. Estela would have me in a hard-hat if there was any danger.”

Unable to argue with that logic, Diego sat down in the space Taylor made for him beside her.

“I’m just, you know… watching ‘Stel catharting.”

“Yeah, I can see that. Your eyes are bugging right out your head.”

Taylor shrugged and relaxed back in her chair, her gaze still following Estela as she flexed her muscles… which were on fine display beneath a thin tank top. “It’s a nice view; what of it?”

Diego chuckled. “Oh, nothing; nothing at all. Your face is just an absolute picture.”

Every now and then, Estela would glance over her shoulder, and-- sure enough-- Taylor would still be looking at her with the most ridiculous exaggerated heart eyes. God, how Estela loved that dork. Happy that Taylor was taking a well-earned rest, she could focus on her renewed onslaught; slamming into walls, structures… and any little thing that carried that cursed name.

A gargantuan crash had Estela rush to the vast kitchens. The air was thick with dust, already coating the once sparkling bench-tops.

“Grace?”

She needn’t have worried. The woman who emerged from the dust clouds carried a look of determined strength and fierce confidence.

Grace pulled down her earmuffs, her expression softening as she met eyes with Estela. “I didn’t scare you? I, um….” She chuckled bashfully. “I think I had something big and angry I had to get out my system… and it was a little bigger and angrier than I anticipated.”

Estela gave a small nod. “Fair. Things things can just… take over you.”

She knew from experience what that could do to a person. And she had an indelible mark upon her face to prove it.

“Well,” she said, “if you need to talk or anything… I’m maybe not the best at that kind of thing, but I’m here, okay?”

Grace smiled broadly, genuinely touched. “Thank you. And so you know, the offer extends the other way as well.”

It seemed pretty inevitable that old hurts are going to come up amidst all this releasing of pent-up emotion. Surrounded by support, it was a challenge that could be faced. Estela was certain that whatever poison bubbled to the surface, whatever old hurt took her by surprise, it would not be her burden to carry alone. She shook herself back into the zone, and in one fell swoop, took out the last support holding up the bar, which crumbled with a satisfying crack. It felt good. And so, she continued smashing out her demons… whilst remaining just close enough that she could run to Grace’s aid should she get in too deep.

Slowly but surely, Estela got back into her rhythm. Letting herself feel, and hurt… and then letting everything come pouring out.

With a guttural roar, she brought the hammer down hard. Again… and again. For everything Rourke had done…. For the hope for a safe future the bastard had dangled in front of Estela’s mother. For how callously he’d brutally ended that kind, intelligent, beautiful life, then turned around and talked of love. How even when his own demise was inevitable, the sadistic determination he’d had to make his last act the one of killing Taylor. For all those terrible nights Estela had been woken up by her poor wife screaming over deaths at his hands playing out before her, again and again. That demon had blighted every single person he touched. Lies… cruelty… and in his wake a bloody trail. Oh, but if he could see his precious Celestial now… that wicked smug satisfaction would be wiped clean off his disgusting face. Faster, harder, Estela threw herself behind every blow, letting out everything… the hatred gushing forth deep and profound, an all-encompassing whirl that her straining body could barely keep up with.

Her chest heaved. Her arms ached. As Estela watched the last rubble fall around her, a deep exhale took with her breath the emotional torment that had for so long existed in her like a sickness. She closed her eyes, and lay down the sledgehammer. She’d yelled her voice hoarse; her throat burned, and she had no screams left to yell. Slowly, panting heavily while tears and sweat still dripped from her face, she collected herself... taking in the sounds of water spraying from a burst pipe, and the aggressive grunts coming from the kitchen, where Grace was clearly still working through some stuff.

“Stupid… blasted… counter…!”

“Are you okay in there, Grace?”

There was a pause in the frustrated bellowing, then came the voice that seemed too absurdly gentle to have come from the very same person.

“I think I’ve discovered the limit to my own strength.”

Thinking she might as well lend a hand, Estela picked up her hammer and-- carefully maneuvering herself over the mess she’d wrought-- made her way back to the kitchen. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught Furball snuffling around through the debris-- more than likely, he’d come in with Fenix, who’d been following Taylor around. Estela gave a low whistle.

“Are you going to be helpful? I’m sure Grace will appreciate it.”

“Mrrp!” Furball cocked his head, looking worriedly at the tear-tracks upon Estela’s face. “Prr?”

Well, that’s kinda sweet. Estela knelt down and gave the little blue fox a reassuring scritch behind the ears, then pulled up her singlet to wipe her face. “It’s all right. I’m all right. Sometimes feeling things is good for you, you know?” Then she stood up, again all action. “Come on, then.”

“You’re, uh, having a little trouble, then?” she asked as she rounded the door.

Grace, taken by surprise, jumped about a foot in the air.

“Oh!” She laughed. “You just about gave me a heart attack!”

“Sorry. I’ve been told I have a bad habit of sneaking up on people.”

“I wouldn’t say it’s a bad habit. I’ve had much worse surprises, I can tell you.” Grace tapped a sturdy steel counter with the hammer she’d been using to smash up the kitchen. “You caught me trying and failing to take out my feelings on this hapless counter. But it looks like even my feelings about my mother aren’t cutting the mustard-- and I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t calculated the most efficient angle of attack.”

Estela couldn’t help but snort a laugh. “You do always think things through. Here,” she said, offering her heavy sledgehammer. “Between you, this baby, and Furball, I think you should be able to smash out a few more feelings.”

Grace took a moment to study her sister-in-law’s face, and it didn’t take long to ascertain that Estela wasn’t just doing fine… she looked really… very well. Lighter maybe. She grinned. This little foray into demolition had been exactly what the doctor ordered.

“I’ll certainly try.”

It was getting dark by the time Estela and Grace-- and Furball-- retreated back to the entrance foyer, ready to leave behind The Celestial for good. Aleister was having a nasty cut on his forehead seen to by Taylor, who had with her the miracle ointment made from the healing leaves.

This, Estela supposed, was what happened when you weren’t quite careful enough about where you directed a lifetime’s worth of anger. And exactly why she’d kept a close eye on Grace… some people just don’t have the competence to throw around a heavy bludgeon.

“Oh, Al, sweetheart!”

Estela forced herself not to roll her eyes, no matter how excessive the fuss. A bit of care and affection had done wonders for Aleister’s disposition, and she was not about to challenge it… especially when she was pretty sure she acted a damn fool herself when the love-goggles were on.

“I, uh,” he muttered, his cheeks pinkening with unmissable delight as Grace took him in her arms, “seem to have clocked myself about the head in an attempt at putting a poker through one of my father’s portraits. The mind boggles… how many images he needed of his own smug face in here….”

“I’m guessing Jake’s still off making sure we got them all?” The absence of the final member of the group had struck Estela-- the lack of snarky remarks and stupid nicknames was glaring. With his intended surrender to authorities looming, and along with it the inevitable facing up to Mike’s family, Jake would be feeling… a lot. If he needed space, his friends would give it, no questions asked.

Diego’s eyes were puffy, and Taylor’s soft with clear concern for her friend. But, of course, how could Diego be even remotely all right? That Estela was seeing him at all was something of a surprise; time with the one he loved was running out fast.

Perhaps he’d seen the question in her eyes, for he said; “I wanted to take one last look at the place before it’s all torn down.” He gave a weak laugh. “Take a moment to remember the poor fish from my beautiful old aquarium room… which became a lot less cool once they’d all gone belly-up. It now looks like Finding Nemo: The Horror Cut, and the smell is… pretty bad.”

“I could have told you that choosing a room with live decorations isn’t the best idea in an abandoned hotel.”

Aleister chuckled, giving his sister an appreciative glance. She might have been something of a brute, but he’d long since conceded that she did in fact hold a few of the family brain cells.

“Trust me,” Diego said, “I’m keeping it in mind for next time.”

It was a long and quiet trek back to Elyys’tel and Catalyst Village; each member of the group was lost in their own thoughts. Varyyn had only just made the journey himself-- he’d given his husband space to say goodbye to a piece of his life that he could never understand, but had returned for him. They strode side by side at the back of the pack… always touching. It was those little touches… the ones they both knew were always offered in a heartbeat, that would perhaps be missed most.

“Hey,” Taylor said gently, slowing so she could walk beside her best friend. “If you want to, you’re welcome to crash at our place tonight. I’m sure we can snag a mattress from someone else’s house so you’ve got plenty of snuggle space.”

“I don’t wanna disturb you, you know? You’d be just upstairs… and there will be crying. Besides, just camping out under the stars together… it might be nice.”

When they reached the village, Diego and Varyyn peeled off from the rest of the group, quietly settling on a secluded stretch of the cove where, for a time, it could be as though there were not a soul in the world but for the two of them.

“I feel like I’m wasting the time we have,” Diego mumbled guiltily. “You’re right here with me, and I can’t even make the most of it because it’s like I’m drowning in… in feeling sad.”

“We are together, my beloved,” Varyyn said gently. “That is, ‘the most’ of any time. The most there ever can be. You always give me the truth of you, and now, that is very, very sad.” He trailed off. “…As am I.”

Diego exhaled deeply, pressing himself against Varyyn’s larger frame and feeling safe. There was no shame in his emotions; he was understood, and cherished in all his raw edges. Varyyn had never asked for anything more of him. It was the reason he had to courage to follow his passion and give himself a chance to grow into what he knew was his truest self… but the road to get there would be testing.

“I will see you every day-- I have become very proficient at the ‘phone’. And we can talk many, many hours. Being elyyshar has some benefits. If I am with you, the council can wait.”

“Even if Seraxa has steam coming out her ears?”

Chuckling in spite of his deep sadness, for he had to do whatever he could to give his beloved what strength he could offer, Varyyn nodded. “Even if.” He squeezed Diego closer, and let his eyes flutter shut, focusing on the very feel of him there in his arms… the way it was meant to be. The way it would be again, for their spirits were irrevocably entwined. “And it will not be long before we are together again. You have heard Taylor talking; she is not going to rest until she finds a way for me to visit you, and in the meantime….”

“I’m just a call away.” Diego wiped away his tears, then brought his hand to Varyyn’s face and guided him into a slow and tender kiss. Just a call away. Just a call away….

Further up the beach, Jake had taken himself for a walk along the sand-- cold beer in hand, and looking up at a wide open night sky for the last time for… well, he didn’t really want to get up on how long.

“Do you want company?”

How long Estela had been lurking behind him, Jake didn’t have the foggiest idea… nor did he know how she managed to sneak up silently on such soft shifting sand. He shrugged.

“Be my guest. Might be a nice distraction from my own thoughts. It ain’t as if I won’t have plenty of time alone with those in the near future….”

“It’s a pity Aleister’s already gone to bed. There’s nothing quite like getting up his nose to keep you out of your own head.”

Jake smirked. Old Malfoy had his weird ways of expressing friendship. Guy would call you an imbecile on one hand and throw tens of thousands at bulking up your legal defense on the other. Something told him that the fights they’d get in over the stupidest goddamn things was just another one of Aleister’s wonky emotionally-repressed attempts at building bonds. And for what it was worth, it actually worked-- with Jake anyway. Any excuse to give Daddy Issues a well-aimed friendly jab.

Estela, on the other hand, didn’t dance around the point with petty jibes and pedantic exchanges. Straight to the point, as she knew Jake had come to expect.

“Look. You are going to clear your names. And Mike is gonna be remembered for the hero he was. We’ll make it happen, all right?” She held his gaze, fierce with resolve, and saw that same fire reflected back at her. “I swear to you… if I have to make it happen my goddamn self. When we’re done, people will be wishing Lundgren had a grave so they could dance on it.”

Jake clapped Estela on the shoulder. “Aw, Katniss. I know we always said Princess was queen of the pep talk, but between you and me, she ain’t got nothing on you.”

“Then make it worth my breath.” She pulled him into a tight hug. “I’m not fucking losing you, you hear?”

“Crystal, Ripley. Crystal damn clear.”

Her face buried in his unkempt hair, Estela fought back the tears that stung her eyes. “Good.”

Pulling away, Jake discretely wiped his own eyes, disguising the movement by running a hand over his stubble. He looked out over the world that had become his home and felt peace.

“You know what? I’m really gonna miss this place.”

Estela followed his gaze across the island, the towers of The Celestial just visible in the distance, and Atropo gently puffing smoke out into the night air.

“Yes. I think I’ll always come back. Maybe we could come here together for like… reunions. All of us,” she made a point of specifying, letting any doubt of her faith in their ability to bring Jake home be put paid to. “We should never forget what happened here.” Nor what we all meant to one another. Her eyes wandered back to her own home in the village, where she knew Taylor was waiting, already going through her bedtime routine. Estela’s heart thrummed with affection. How could they ever stay away?

“I guess, Katniss... I’ll be seeing ya at the reunion.”

Again, she found herself choked up. Enough of this. It was time for bed… before she was a complete mess.

“You bet your ass I will,” she growled.

___________________________

God, it’s cold; Taylor’s first thought as she stepped into the gate from the massive aeroplane. Straight from the tropical climes that had been her normal, even the Massachusetts summer hit her as distinctly chilly. The very novelty of the crisp night air and the lack of her usual permanent layer of humidity-induced sweat was wonderfully exhilarating. This really was something new.

The flight, coming off the five hour journey to Costa Rica and a three hour stop-over, had been utterly draining for most of the group; Taylor was for once grateful for her recently-acquired ability to fall asleep at the drop of the hat. She’d spent most of the duration snuggled up with her head on Estela’s shoulder-- Estela never slept on planes-- and her legs tucked beside Diego’s while he distracted himself from his thoughts with the in-flight entertainment. Aside from the discomfort of sitting in a confined space for hours on end, the emotional onslaught took its toll. Jake had stayed with the group as far as Costa Rica, then left the others to take their flight to Northbridge. Public interest in ‘The Hartfeld Ten’ had waned somewhat, but if they turned up back in the country with a wanted man, an unnecessary hoo-ha seemed inevitable. At any rate, Jake had been adamant that he hit American soil as close to his home as he could swing it, which had put him on a plane to Dallas that left an hour after the Northbridge flight. There had, of course, been tears, but when Jake waved them onto their last leg home, he hadn’t been saying goodbye as someone dreading what lay ahead, so much as a man ready and determined to finally put everything right. For Mike, and for himself.

Through customs and baggage claim, Taylor took in everything; it was utterly bizarre that she’d never set foot in this country before, but so many of her friends’ life experiences-- the memories that had informed her very creation-- had created an impossible feeling of familiarity. It was as if she were seeing simple things for both the first time and the hundredth, simultaneously. She stayed close to Diego, who had been quiet from the moment the plane took off in La Huerta.

“That’s everything, right?” she checked in with him as she hauled a duffle bag off the carousel, only to have it promptly commandeered by Estela. That’s still too much for me to be lugging around? Point taken.

“Well, unless you’re intending to leave Madam and Fenix behind the Animal Arrivals desk in their pet-packs indefinitely….”

“I’ll have you know, wise-guy, that I haven’t forgotten them. Just… putting off having to deal with the foul mood we can expect from Madam Mierdita.”

Estela turned back to her wife with a smirk. “Her I’ll let you carry.”

“Gee, thanks.” Taylor caught Diego’s little snort of laughter at her expense. Okay, a laugh out of Diego is definitely worth incurring the wrath of the little monster.

Finally, they stepped out the Arrivals doors, trolleys loaded up with heavy luggage and two very curious furry travelers.

“Do you think they’re here ye--” Grace had been wondering out loud before-- “Sean! Michelle!”

Even in a bustling crowd, Sean was easy to spot, head and shoulders over most of the people surrounding him. An effusive Michelle darted into the walkway, sweeping both Taylor and Estela into an embrace, and guiding her small band of weary friends out the way of the rush.

“You wouldn’t believe how good it is to see you all!” She held Taylor at arms length, giving a quick appraisal and then going back in for a hug, satisfied. “You look amazing. Death’s door is all in the past.”

“Oh my god,” Taylor choked out, “it’s not even been a minute and my face is already aching from smiling so much!”

“I’ve been trying to convince Michelle not to worry about you too much,” Sean said as he came out of a hug with Grace to give Taylor’s shoulder a squeeze, “if there’s anyone who can pull a miracle comeback, it’s our Taylor.”

Perhaps it was guilt, but Taylor felt a violent swing of emotion. This wasn’t a victory yet. “We’ve just got to keep that lucky streak going a little while longer… bring us all home.”

A cloud of sadness passed over Sean’s eyes, but his warm smile remained. “No one’s throwing the towel in. Not by a long shot. But my Momma always taught me to savour the wins along the way… and seeing what it was you came back from, this is a big one.”

Taylor exhaled heavily. You’ve got to let it go… just for now. Letting yourself by happy is going to make you stronger when it matters. But it sure was hard. She could see that guilt reflected in Estela’s eyes… which she caught and was met with a tender smile that told her it would all, somehow, be okay.

“Right!” Michelle said. “We were thinking, Diego, Taylor, Estela in the big car with me-- there’s room for the pet carriers in the back. I am dying to show you the house! Aleister and Grace, if you want to go with Sean, he could either take you straight to your place or you can swing by and say ‘hi’ to the masses.”

Grace beamed. “Oh, we will most definitely be swinging round to say ‘hi’!”

“Please tell me Raj hasn’t thrown us some raucous, moronic homecoming party…,” Aleister muttered under his breath.

“You were joking when you said there might be something party-like waiting for us, yeah?” Taylor queried from the back seat of Michelle’s car as they turned onto the freeway.

“The ‘might be�� was only because I wanted to break it to Aleister gently. You’re going home to a party. Period.”

“They do know that we’ve been travelling non-stop for more hours than I care to count, right?”

“Oh, don’t even get me started!” Michelle huffed. “Before you completely panic, I’ve already laid down the law that whenever you’re done, it is done.”

Taylor chuckled nervously, exchanging a glance with an equally trepidatious Diego through the mirror. “I’m going to give Al all of five minutes before he high-tails it out of there.”

Michelle sighed. “The Raj party train is fairly unstoppable. But,” she added with a little twinkle in her eye, “no one is brave or stupid enough to stir up a sleep-deprived Estela, so I’ve been assured it will all be low-key.”

“You’re welcome,” said Estela.

The car pulled up a short while later in front of a big timber-clad house. A really big timber-clad house. Two storeys and --from what Taylor could see-- a window looking out of a loft space as well.

“Wow…,” she breathed.

“Damn,” said Diego, who’d been quiet for most of the journey. “You weren’t kidding when you said you splashed out….”

Michelle shrugged, but her delight in her friends’ reactions couldn’t be hidden. “You do remember that there’s going to be eight of us living there? Including one Craig Hsiao. We were getting a house with space, or we wouldn’t be doing this at all. Again, all credit to Estela for funding this. I’m still not convinced you’re not a little crazy, but there’s no way I’m complaining. This place is gorgeous.”

As she unloaded Madam in her pet-pack, Estela kept glancing up at the house, a curious expression on her face.

“Hey…,” Taylor said, giving her wife’s fingers a squeeze. “Are you okay, love?”

“Yeah, it’s just… weird. I don’t feel comfortable with thanks, I guess. We needed somewhere to stay, I’ve got money now… it’s not like it’s some noble deed or anything.”

Michelle gave a dry laugh. “I saved your life, you gave me money to buy a big-ass house… don’t worry, we’re even.”

Just then, the front door swung open and Quinn bounded out, the broadest of smiles across her face. “You guys! Welcome home!”

“Quinn!” Taylor put Fenix’s crate on the ground and leaped into a waiting hug… and by the time she lifted her head, she was completely surrounded.

“You made it, brah!”

“Dude-- du-u-uude!”

Suddenly, the hugs were coming from all directions.

Okay, I’m definitely home.

The three new arrivals were quickly roped into a brief house tour, starting with the main lounge, which to everyone’s relief, was not in fact set up for a rager. A few streamers and a ‘welcome home’ banner was the extent of visible party. As Raj explained, the main housewarming shindig would be happening once everyone was actually awake enough to enjoy it. Maybe in a day or two.

“And this,” Quinn announced, after having left a wide-eyed and stuttering Diego to explore his new digs, complete with a enormous screen from which to call Varyyn and digital copies of what appeared to be every major movie and television release from the eighteen months he was away on La Huerta, “is yours.”

She opened a door to a staircase up to the loft-space.

“We really hope you like it.”

Again, Estela’s expression twisted to one of poorly hidden discomfort. Taylor gently took her hand and led the way, understanding. That strange mixture of what she was adjusting to… feeling part of a close group of friends who wanted to look after her and that awareness, now pretty hard to ignore, that she now had money to her name… it was all rather a lot, especially after a long day’s travel.

Quinn, either by reading her friend like a book or by plain instinct, gave the couple some space. “You just take all the time you need. If you want, I can bring Madam up here so you can settle her in? We’ll all be downstairs with hot cocoa waiting whenever you’re ready.”

Taylor turned and gave a slow nod. The emotions rolling through her were overwhelming-- to be once again surrounded by almost the entirety of her family was more wonderful than she could say, and yet, it made the ache of Jake’s fate hanging in the balance all the more obvious. She was excited, and drained, and so fucking grateful for the love she was receiving in spades. That was how she was going to get through. That was how they were all going to get through.

“Thanks, Quinn-- you’re the best. I think Madam will be really happy to get out of that box.”

They reached the top of the stairs and switched on the light.

“Wow,” Estela said softly, her cheeks flushing a little. “This is really nice.”

After what had been put together for Diego, neither of them had known what to expect, but Estela and Taylor’s huge room was wonderfully simple and homey. A big comfy armchair in the corner, a wooden bookcase to match the bed, and a lovely soft rug underfoot… all the essentials for their private bolthole. Two arched windows tilted up to a beautiful view of a starry night. They had their own ensuite bathroom, which both regarded as a definite plus with six other people sharing the house-- including one Michelle Nguyen who did have a reputation for taking her time in front of the mirror. What struck Taylor most, though, were the small thoughtful touches scattered around the whole place. The many, many photographs that had been hung on the walls… a brand new knitting basket for all of her bits and bobs… fancy lotions that had come from The Elysian… the beautiful painting Quinn had gifted them upon their first anniversary… and perhaps Taylor’s favourite, a little plush dragon that had been propped up on the pillows.

Estela flopped backwards onto the luxurious mattress and exhaled, long and deep. Letting the feeling sink in… the feeling of being welcomed home with open arms. Known, and accepted, and loved. Without opening her eyes, she extended an arm, which Taylor wriggled under to be brought into a soft embrace. They were one more step closer to ‘happily ever after’. On their way to peace and healing.

Taylor saw it there already. Her sweet warrior, at ease with the world… and making her thrum with devotion.

They’d made it this far… so very far. Time for the next chapter.

#endless summer #playchoices #estela montoya #estela x mc #diego soto #jake mckenzie #grace hall #varyyn #variego

30 notes · View notes

pl-panda · 4 years ago

Text

To Marry a Vigilante: Part 14

MASTERLIST || First || Previous || Next

To Marry a Vigilante: Part 14

---------

“Tt. I will cut that stupid harlot into pieces.” Damian scowled. He, Allegra, Claude, Jon, Felix, Marinette, and Chloé sat at one of the prime tables in the cafeteria. His wife just finished telling them what happened after the initiation meeting.

“Maybe we don’t immediately jump to murder?” Claude suggested.

“I agree. We don’t have a place to hide a body yet.” Chloé supplied.

“That’s not what… nevermind.” Allegra sighed.

“Dami! I appreciate the thought, but maybe keep it as plan Z?”

“Plan Z is where I need more than one body bag.” He grumbled but nodded. “But we can postpone it.”

“Okay. Let’s act rationally and focus on prevention. Teachers will be useless.” Felix chose to act as the voice of reason.

“I really hoped it would be different than Paris…” Marinette moaned.

“It is. If they actually catch her, she will be expelled. But you’re not exactly the headmaster’s favorite person while Erica seems to be held high by him. We would need a solid proof and she is cunning.” Claude explained.

“Remember Lucy Hunt?” Allegra asked. “She did something to attract Erica’s wrath and she had to move to Metropolis after she had a mental breakdown. Nothing was ever proven and to the naked eye it would look like a series of coincidences.”

“So she is smarter than Lila?” The shorter Parisian asked, worried about what was to come.

“Nah. She just knows how to talk with the right people.” Claude dismissed.

“First order of business would be to ensure she has nothing real to hurt you with.” Felix started.

Damian and Marinette shared a worried gaze before the boy spoke. “The site is foolproof. Drake made sure to use some of the best technology we have to protect it. Not even a super AI can hack it.” He subtly nodded his head to where Max and Markov ate. Kim and Alix were with them. The skater girl looked really upset. “Same with social media. Short of an alien invasion or if someone physically broke into where we hid the servers, you’re safe on that front.”

It clearly took a lot of weight from her shoulders.

“Okay, now onto blackmail?”

“Tt. That’s not something to discuss where we can be overheard.” Damian quickly shut that topic down.

“Right. Sorry.” Jon rubbed the back of his neck.

“Don’t worry, Kent. I’m covering that front.” Chloé smirked.

“That’s great…” Claude started, but then pointed toward another table, with quite a lot of people. “Is that Erica… and you said that Sausage Hair was Layla Bossi?”

“Lila Rossi,” Chloé corrected him. “But I like Lie-la Bossi better now.”

“They seem… friendly..” Jon commented when the two girls hugged.

“I would actually expect them to be rivals, given that both want Damian,” Allegra noted.

“Are they… crying?” Marinette asked.

“Crocodile tears.” Felix glared at them. “They are up to something. I don’t…” He never got to finish, because a purple butterfly descended from the ceiling and landed on Erica’s ring. The corrupted energy surrounded her momentarily and when it died out, her whole appearance was changed.

She now wore a black one-piece cheerleader uniform, similar to what GA cheerleaders wore, except it was black with red lines and not lilac with a white finish. On her chest, there was, in a jagged script, written ‘Gargoyle’. Her face was now in a light shade of red, with tear stains permanently etched on her cheeks. Her eyes were entirely white. Her blonde hair was turned into a messy mane and two horns stood proudly on her forehead. Her lower legs turned into that of a goat, complete with hooves. She was now holding a whip in one hand and a burning pompon in the other. Small wings were folded on her back.

“A succubus! +10 to charisma and +5 to strength!” A small Asian girl shouted from the nearby table.

“I am Weeping Gargoyle!” The Akuma spoke. “I’ve been used by the one I held dear and now I’m going to get what I was denied. But first,” the creature turned to Marinette and her friends. “You! I’m going to deal with you!”

“Frick frack I lost me…” Claude started some rhymed joke, but a fireball sailing toward them shut him up.

Thinking quickly, Marinette flipped over the table to use it as an impromptu cover. Damian kicked the ground and a sword popped from next to his chair. Nobody had time to question how he hid it there because everyone scattered. There was nowhere to transform in all the havoc.

“What’s going on here?” Headmaster Hammer walked through the front doors to the cafeteria to see a demonic cheerleader tossing flaming pompons that exploded. “Teenagers.” He growled. From under his cloak, he drew a saber and took a battle stance. “Fiend!” He rushed at her. The whip slashed at him, but the headmaster deflected it with an incredible show of swordsmanship. This created an opening for Damian to charge from the other side. He managed to dodge the flaming ball and slice at her hand. At the last moment, the wing shielded the Akuma and his blade bounced off without leaving the slightest cut. The headmaster was met with the same fate.

“Stupid men!” The Akuma shouted. A ring of fire exploded from her, pushing and burning both of the attackers.

“Run.” Headmaster snapped at Damian. “I’ll hold her off.”

“Tt. You’re old. Get to safety.” The boy snapped back.

“You’re so getting detention for this!” Hammer scowled as the two dodged their separate ways.

“Hey! The tryouts are in the gym!” A voice spoke from a hole in the roof. A spotted heroine leaped from the hole while throwing a yo-yo at the Akuma. The cheerleader shielded with her wings before flapping them and lifting from the ground.

“You’re not who I want! I’ll get your miraculous later!” She flew through the same hole the heroine entered through. The whole cafeteria was now on fire. Ladybug met Damian’s gaze for a moment before grabbing the headmaster and jumping outside. He was in bad condition from all the smoke.

She laid him on the ground to make sure he was okay. He coughed several times before the professor was able to speak correctly. “What about the brat!”

“I’m going in now.”

“No need.” Black Cat appeared next to them. “I got him out. We’re lucky the main doors were still working because the rooftop fell apart after I entered.”

“Cat! The Akuma will be on her ring. It was what created all the fire.”

“Tt. Let’s go.” The two jumped away from the headmaster, who hid a small smile.

-----------

Three girls and two boys snuck around the campus. Most of the students were already evacuated, but they managed to stay undetected and remain in the action area.

“I still think we shouldn’t go after a supervillain.” Kyle tried, but Maps made a gesture that told him to stop speaking.

“Sh! I’m telling you, it was Erica. A butterfly landed on her and she suddenly transformed into that monster.”

“I read about it. It was a demon. The Lord of Butterflies sent it to take her over. If we aren’t careful, it will turn all of us into that monster.”

“Olivia? You’ve got the crossbow?”

“Please. Demon? Lord of Butterflies?” Colton criticized. “Are you sure it wasn’t just some manga?”

“Shut up! How else would you explain what happened to Erica?” Pomeline asked. “It’s obviously dark magic.”

“Okay. Assuming it is dark magic, how are we supposed to protect ourselves? I’m pretty sure I don’t have tinfoil hats on me.”

“Fool. The only thing that can protect you from the Lord of Butterflies are positive emotions.” She spoke like it was an obvious fact, yet still making it sound ominous.

Abruptly, the wall they were hiding behind exploded, and a girl dressed in a skintight red and black outfit flew past them. A boy in assassin garb followed. He landed on his feet and started to spin a staff fast enough to create a shield. Several fireballs flew at him, but they all smashed into the shield harmlessly.

He noticed them cowering behind the wall.

“Tt. What are you doing here!? Get away! Now!”

Ladybug jumped up and leaped from behind him, throwing her yoyo. It wrapped over the leg of the villain and pulled the flying Akuma down. Cat charged past his partner and smashed her with his baton like it was a baseball bat, sending her into the wall.

“Lucky Charm!” The heroine tossed the yo-yo above her head and a red-and-black watermelon fell into her arms. With only a moment’s hesitation, she tossed it to Cat, who already knew what to do. Once more playing baseball, he redirected the watermelon over to the akuma. She just managed to get it together when the fruit landed on her horns and got stuck. The change of weight made her fall, which Ladybug used to dash toward her and tie her with her own whip. She then pulled the ring from her finger and crushed it in her hand.

A purple butterfly escaped her grasp, which she caught into her yo-yo.

“Bye Bye little butterfly.” She then grabbed the watermelon and tossed it high in the air. “Miraculous Ladybug!”

The item exploded into a swarm of glowing bugs that fixed everything there was to fix. It looked like the supervillain never attacked.

“What… I…” Erica was back to normal and very confused. “There was… I remember…”

“Don’t worry. The paramedics will be with you shortly.” Ladybug calmed her. There was a bit of cold in her voice, but it was probably because she just finished fighting her a moment ago.

“I told you it’s magic.” Pomeline grinned victoriously while she whispered at Colton.

“Ehm.” Suddenly, the group was startled by the sound of someone clearing their throat behind them. “Mind explaining to me why are you here and not evacuated with everyone else?”

“Oh! Um… You see…” Maps started, but Pomeline was too focused on something else. “Where did you learn magic! Can you teach me?! I mean we go to school here and I want to help if Lord of Butterflies and his Demons attack again!”

“Lord of Butterflies?” Ladybug walked to them and asked, again startling the whole group.

“Yes. There was an old book in the library. I managed to decipher part of it and it spoke of the Lord of Butterflies and Demons he sent to possess people. But there is only so far a translator on my phone could take me. I’m not exactly fluent in Mandarin.”

“Can you lead us to it?” The superheroine was showing almost too much interest.

“Will you teach me magic?” Pomeline tried to bargain.

“Tt. You will take us there or we return with the police and you will take us there.” Black Cat was not in the mood. Blackmail was the last thing he wanted right now.

“Fine.” The girl scoffed and led them toward the library.

“How did you summon a watermelon?” The smallest girl asked zooming over to Ladybug. “Are you a summoner? I never played a summoner. They have some nice spells I suppose…”

Ladybug, against herself, giggled at the girl’s antics. She also noted in the corner of her eyes that Damian was also smiling under the hood.

Nobody noticed when Erica slipped away.

-------

The library was large and dusty. It didn’t look like many people came here.

“It’s the old building. When Bruce Wayne funded a new library with new books, they decided to just keep the old one as an archive. Now only people that come here are us and Mr. Scarlet.”

“The new library totally had nothing to do with Damian Wayne getting expelled for the fourth time.” Colton joked and Ladybug giggled when Black Cat muttered a curse under his breath.

“The book was in the back. I didn’t want to move it…”

When they turned the corner, they saw a woman in a blue and purple dress standing over a book with a tablet. She was taking pictures of the pages. Her skin was blue and her hair purple.

The group immediately pressed against the wall, and Pom pulled a handheld mirror to take a look around the corner without risk of being spotted. Meanwhile, Ladybug and Black Cat looked at one another and their faces took a serious expression. There was a kind of silent dialogue going on between them and they both nodded at the same time. In complete silence, Cat used his staff to up and meld with the shadows. Only his green eyes were visible until they too disappeared.

Ladybug opened her Yo-Yo like a phone and took a photo of the feathered villain. She was turned to them, but even something as simple as that could be a major help. Kwami bless magical phones for making perfect pictures without a flash.

With the proof needed, she aimed her yo-yo, spun it twice around before throwing it forward. The projectile sailed true and wrapped around her arm holding the tablet. The villainess was surprised and let go of the tool as Ladybug yanked on the line and made her opponent lose balance. That was the cue for Black Cat, who swooped from the ceiling, snatched the tablet, and leaped back into the shadows.

“Ugh! Stupid peasants!” The Peacock cursed. Instead of freeing her hand, she allowed the fan to slip into her hand and unfolded it. She tried to pull on the yo-yo’s line and make her opponent fly to her. It worked, but Ladybug twisted mid-air and came at the villainess feet first in a kick. The blue woman had to block it, but she still held the line. The heroine used it for her advantage and flipped the line over Peacock’s neck and started to choke her. It also held her in place. Black Cat, who already deposited the tablet in a safe place, swept down and tried to grab the brooch, but he got kicked back by an angry woman, fighting for a breath.

Peacock folded her fan and swiped at the line, cutting it and making Ladybug fall on her back. The Villainess took a deep breath and looked around to analyze her situation. She was outnumbered and the element of surprise was still on her opponents’ side. Even without the yo-yo, Ladybug was a formidable foe and she wasn’t sure who the new Black Cat was. She had a silent suspicion, but nothing solid.

“Until we meet again, fools.” She leaped up and onto the shelves. Cat went in pursuit, but she saw the kids hidden behind one of the shelves and purposefully made it fall when she jumped onto it. The kids didn’t have enough time to scatter. Predictably, Black Cat went to save the kids.

He pushed Maps from under the falling shelf but got stuck there himself. His suit and enhanced body could withstand it, but not his bruised ego.

“Don’t be a grumpy cat. We’ve got her tablet.” Ladybug stood over him and grinned before helping him stand up.

“Tt. We might have our first lead.” He grinned.

“Let’s go check the book itself. The fact she was after it makes me think it has more value than I first suspected.”

----------------

Masterlist // Next

78 notes · View notes

elvencantation · 4 years ago

Text

yin yang master liveblog

feat. @thursdayplaid

what

blue

omg the magic is so pretty

also why is it always Chinese dramas will have someone, if they need blood, bite their finger?

also the gold spirit is very cute i like

i love a young countenance but an older soul

i also want them to take off their hats 😂

wait he ain’t dead he’s just sitting there?

or he’s dying i guess

Thursday

This movie is pretty throughout, aesthetic on point

Sharp teeth?

We simp gold spirit

Too true, amazing combo XD

He's dying

Please don't let me disturb your liveblogging. It brings be much joy

blue

oh hot demon boy!

love that he’s fighting with a fan

Thursday

Who will win? Uptight fighting bro vs gentle fan uncle

blue

gentle fan uncle is an amazing title

Thursday

@^_^@

blue

i love how he’s just like ‘bet u wouldnt stab a precious instrument’

Thursday

XD I love how playful he is during the whole fight too

blue

it’s adorable

dude rly loves his transportation talismans

WAIT I THOUGHT DEMON BOY HAD TATTOOS NOT CUTS

Thursday

He does. If it ain't broke, don't fix it I guess. And it's a good way to redirect violence without doing harm

Demon boy has had a Rough Time

blue

i wanna give him a hug

i don’t think he’d appreciate that but still 😂

Thursday

He's just sad and misses his girl friend

blue

why his reincarnated shufu look evil tho

Thursday

Who can say~~~

I love how Boya was just repeatedly defeated by Qingming and is like: you won't fight me because you're scared.

blue

what’s a himbo but not nice 😂

hey! they put my boys hat on crooked. rude.

Thursday

Give that boy a straight hat.

He's just such an Angy Boy

blue

he rly is 😂

ah i love the lady master she’s so pretty

Thursday

She's amazing and I love her.

blue

awww boya defended him

Thursday

He's so angry, but this fan man flirts with him

blue

ofc they all spying on each other 😂

Thursday

Saved by your opponent's gay discovery

blue

omg yes

Thursday

Spying required

blue

aw he looks nice with his hair down!

drink tea with him angy boy!

Thursday

He just wants you to chill out before you deviate. Sit and look at his amazing long hair. It'll be good for you

blue

HAHAHA

honey bug!!!! i love her!!!!!!!

Thursday

Also the ability for the fan man's actor to go from calm to worried to angry to calm again

Honey bug is good and important and I love her

blue

thank u for the recommendation yes

i love them

Thursday

The intrinsic eroticism of a man who's having his racist beliefs totally shaken by a hot guy who's hotter and smarter than him while holding a sword to his throat and looking like he wants to cry while saying cool lines.

They are such a great pair

blue

angy boy is angy like how dare fan man make him have feelings

Thursday

How very dare he make a good point about morals and ethics!

Also with that hair drinking tea in the morning

Angy boy with clenched teeth: I'm Not Yearning. I'm Just Like This When I See A Fan.

Angy boy with clenched fists: Complex Feelings? Disgusting.

blue

HAHAH OMG HES JUST HANGING OUT WITH A BUNCH OF LADIES LIKE HELLO YES ANGY BOY COME HAVE TEA WITH US ITS NOT WHAT U THINK

OMG THIS TIME ITS BOYS

ITS LIKE UR TRYING TO GIVE ANGY BOY AN ANEURISM

Thursday

Clenched fist intensifies

blue

I CANNOT

maybe he just wants to hang out with cute people

i get that

Thursday

He's just a friendly guy

blue

if i could summon pretty spirit friends to hang with me i so would

ok so maybe he’s not evil. but i’m still suspicious

NOW ANGY BOY IS HAIR DOWN WITHOUT HAT OMG YES

Thursday

I do get the vibe off him he's not the sort of guy who would put his spirit friends in sexual situations. But also I get the vibe he's a very lonely guy at his core and he enjoys the feeling of physical and emotional closeness.

blue

mood ™

Thursday

Let's be honest, the hat is a bit cute, but that hair though. Respect for the makeup department

blue

HAHAHAH

Thursday

Angy boy, you're just walking to being teased now. At this point its a hand written invitation with gold leaf.

blue

oh i love this moment with the water

it’s so intense

JUST DO IT ANGY BOY

U KNOW U CARE ABOUT HIM

“you’re too obedient” 😂

Thursday

The priest is in the range of gentle or teasing and hovers there. Seeing an actual intense situation is great

blue

ikr????

ah that is exactly what i love

that situation

Thursday

Me too! It's great when characters hover in a range and then swing over sharply

I really makes both extremes more dynamic

blue

HAVE SOME WINE WITH HIM DO IT

U KNOW U WANNA

Thursday

Go For It Angy Boy! He'll be gentle!

blue

😏

Thursday

XD I mean he will continue to ruffle his feathers, but for fun, not for mean

Also, I really love the depiction of a fox demon that isn't sexed up.

Qingming is a trickster, a tease, a bit of a flirt, and enjoys the pleasures of life, but he isn't the stereotypical half naked sexpot fox demon that seem to pop up everywhere

blue

OH NO HE HAD TO KILL HIS SHUFU???

Thursday

The only person he had in the world but he didn't want him to suffer and be corrupted

blue

also I hate that my two associations with someone being turned into ash is firstly the avengers and secondly that stupid fucking scene in the last harry potter movie

god this movie is so beautiful and lovely

Thursday

That set is outstandingly gorgeous

Everything is so beautiful. I want to live in this world!

Sometimes I just see a kind and lonely character trying to live their best life and just vibe with them. Also the wigs on this movie 😭 So beautiful!

blue

DONT HURT MY GIRL

Thursday

Run girl! Move!

She's so smart and brave!

blue

oh the DRAMA

Thursday

The Drama is right, I love this movie!

blue

HE WILL SAVE U BOYA

Thursday

HE'S COMING FOR YOU FRIEND

blue

omg the drama of his hand slackening

Thursday

That slackening hand though...

blue

why it didn’t work until then tho???

Thursday

For the drama mostly XD

blue

HUGGGG

is she giving birth to the serpent? 🤢

Thursday

She is giving birth to the serpent

blue

hey it’s better to be possessed by the literal incarnation of evil in snake form than be dead am I right?

Thursday

I mean is we're making a choice...

blue

OMG IS IT FINALLY SPIRIT TIME?

thursday

It is ~spirit time~!

blue

HOT DEMON BOY IS BACK UPGRADED

SO PROUD

Thursday

He is back and he is Fancy!

They're looking good they're doing poses

blue

omg the painters face painting is so pretty

Thursday

I love the painter ;-; so noble

blue

the music when he summons spirits just makes me think of like pro wrestling intro music for some reason 😂

Thursday

And now from the WWE, some hot chinese spirits

blue

oh no ice boy!

Thursday

Poor ice boy, he's just getting beat up

blue

don’t u dare touch my other demon boy

Thursday

He just signed up for this adventure and now a snake is beating him up

blue

OMG HE NOW HAS SOMEONE HE WOULD PROTECT WITH HIS LIFE DOESNT HE

Thursday

He Do!

blue

WAIT WHAT NO BOYA

Thursday

Boya is just having a rough time right now, he's a good good boy

blue

and now the painter???

Thursday

I almost cried about the painter and he was only there for like five minutes

blue

PLS DONT HURT MY DEMON BOY

Thursday

Demon Boy goes yeet

blue

oh my god the drama of the dripping blood i can’t

Thursday

This movie has so much drama It did

blue

not my demon boy 😭

FINALLY IT WORKED

wait shit spirit boya is super hot

THE BLACK WINGS?!????

the tattoos??? the hair?!?!!! the messy goth skirt??!

Thursday

Spirit Boya is Choice, I'm looking respectfully 👀

Goth spirit aesthetic is on point

blue

where the other guardians tho?

yes this is a very touching little last reunion but where my boya at

omg yes give him a glowing sword

the avenging angel look is 💯 on him

Thursday

The sword on fire look is Really Working For Him

blue

tell me boya’s spirit form has no influence on his actual body. no he said he trusted qingming to protect his body it’s ok

OMG YES I KNEW THE PROTECTION SPELL MOMENT WOULD BE BACK

Thursday

It's back and it's shiny!

blue

ok but u still have a hole in ur torso my dude

oh ok apparently that’s not a thing anymore but i can’t be mad cause boya’s outfit 😍

Thursday

I guess he used his cultivation or his demon powers or something IDK, It would have been nice to have two extra minutes of Boya being worried about him

Boya wears some excellent clothes

blue

love a good romantic flute moment 😭🥰

Thursday

I have to say Boya's like let me play you this song about promising to fall in love in the next life for fun and me time

blue

omg i thought he was gonna kiss the arrow

Thursday

I mean emotionally did he not kiss the arrow?

blue

omg i cant

Thursday

I know right? How many censors did they have to pay off

blue

WAIT IS MY GIRL OK????

Thursday

I Chose To Believe She's fine and is now living happily on a farm or something

yeah i do love being worried for each other

but i guess they didnt have enouhg time and they already had that moment at the beginning of the movie 😂

Thursday

Two people? Respecting, worrying, and caring about each other? 👍 There's never enough caring for each other!

blue

exactly

Thursday

Also, this is one of the best examples of be careful how you word your spells that I've ever seen.

The old master was like care and protect her forever and his spirit guardian was just like: 👍👌💯

blue

heheh

yeahhh

AND U MADE ME EMOTIONAL AGAIN

#yin yang master #the yin yang master #dream of eternity #onmyoji #blue watches #yin yang master liveblog #this was fun!!!#thank you for the rec!#i liveblog at those who recommend me media #content #qing ya ji

30 notes · View notes

kinakoscenario · 4 years ago

Text

Alastor x Demon! Reader ( SCENARIO ) Christmas Miracles.

꒰Alastor ♡ Reader. ꒱ ゝ Hazbin Hotel

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘

New to Hell and struggling to let go of your mortality, you decide to convince your boyfriend to celebrate Christmas in Hell.

┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈

Request status in bio! Please check it before dropping something in my inbox. ♡

Thank you in advance for hearts, comments & reblogs on my work (◍＞◡＜◍) it’s always super appreciated.

› Alastor | © Vivziepop ╱ I am in no way affiliated with Vivziepop & do not own the characters in this work unless stated otherwise.

┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄. ↷

Hey, hey! Merry Christmas to those that celebrate it, I really wanted to do something with Alastor being soft and sappy with a Christmas-loving reader ;; w ;; i hope you enjoy this!

┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈

◍ To most everyone in Hell, Christmas was nothing more than an afterthought. Once you were dead, time was barely something that was monitored at all ━ It’s not like anyone was going anywhere. It was already over, what did you have to look forward to? What was the point? The only countdown that really mattered was the annual purge. Not really a holiday, not really something to celebrate. Hell didn’t have many (if any) holidays.

◍ You were a new arrival down here, just scraping a year now ━ It felt like no time at all since your last Christmas. No one would have thought it would have been the last one you celebrated with your family, alive and well. Not even you.

◍ Each day you felt your humanity slipping further and further away from you. You were no longer a human and that was difficult to face. It wasn’t actually like you even deserved to be here! Wrong place, wrong time some may say. You were sacrificed by a cult. The leader of which… Well, it wasn’t something you liked to think about.

◍ Maybe… Celebrating a human holiday, even in Hell, might make you feel a little less, you know, dead? It was clear to those around you that you were having trouble adapting to your new life and were still desperately clinging to the life you once had. You still wished to celebrate birthdays, you were afraid of the dark / bugs / spiders, and you would find yourself breathing out of habit. You didn’t need to, none of your friends did… they all said it would be a habit you would drop with time.

◍ They all kept preaching to you that with acceptance, it would get easier.

◍ During your time down here, you had become particularly fond of a certain overlord that was sniffing around the hotel. To your surprise (and everyone else’s) it seemed he had become rather fond of you too. It wasn’t an official relationship, he just seemed to tolerate you more than he tolerated the others. With the occasional romantic gesture.

◍ You were the first person that made him feel something he didn’t quite understand — like a squeeze in his chest. Emotional intimacy was not something he was at all used to! But he was trying to get there. Have mercy on anyone who thought they could upset you and get away with it… Alastor had made it apparent that he would show no mercy to anyone who dared upset you.

◍ With these newfound emotions, Alastor also had a hard time letting you down or saying no. So when you had brought up to him that you wanted a Christmas, as much as you had expected him to laugh in your face and flat out give “no” for an answer, he considered it for a few moments. His hand outstretched and took your face between his thumb and forefingers, crimson orbs focusing on your very best puppy look. The fact you felt like you needed to give him that look amused him. At least you didn’t see him as a push over just because he had made life in Hell a little easier for you, and you were still very much putting some effort and thought into the things you requested of him.

◍ “Dear, does our setting not take away from the entire meaning of Christmas?”

◍ He had tried to understand your request. Alastor could only remember one time he had celebrated Christmas, and it wasn’t in Hell. It was as a boy with his mother, sat by the fire on the 25th, the two of them bed-headed and still in pyjamas. A fond memory of his, though he didn’t remember the day well other than those few moments. He couldn’t even remember what laid within the decorative paper once he’d torn it open.

◍ You knew Alastor wasn’t a demon who had ever had much interest in ANY holiday, whether it be celebrated in Hell or not, and even though many referred to him as “a mortal soul”, you found it hard to believe the demon you had grown to love was EVER human. Perhaps wielding a human body… but you doubted he truly understood what it meant to be alive.

◍ After a few whimpers spilled from your lips, your small hands gently clasping against the wrist of the hand that held your chin, you noted that his shoulders bounced in a chuckle — perhaps in a frequency too low for your ears to pick up on.

◍ How could he say no to you, to that face? That adorable little whimper. He let go of your chin and returned his hand to its place atop his microphone. You could practically hear the gears turning in his brain, weighing up the options. Should he let you have this? Would it be something beneficial for you?

◍ That was usually how he decided what demands of yours he would give into, and which ones he wouldn’t. Would it be beneficial for you, would it help you adapt more to THIS life?

◍ “I just want to feel like me. Every day I feel my humanity, the person I used to be, slipping further and further away from my grasp. Like if I reached a little farther I could hold onto it just a little longer. I’m not ready to let go of it all yet, Alastor… This all feels like a horrible nightmare. The only silver lining to his dark cloud has been you…”

◍ You were practically biting back tears as you spoke, explaining why you desperately wanted to celebrate such a holiday. He was quiet once again, perhaps revaluating his first decision.

◍ He hated seeing you upset. He hated seeing you cry. Not that you liked throwing a little pity party to get your own way, he was very susceptible to what we’re real tears and which were crocodile tears because he hadn’t given into you. He said yes. Yes to your very own Christmas in hell.

◍ A flick of his wrist was all it took, a flash of green melting away, leaving behind heaps of perfectly placed faux snow, twinkling Christmas lights and reefs hung on every door. It was like something from a Christmas movie, the very scene before you unlocking some childhood memory you had forgotten you even had — the time you went to the Christmas light gardens at the snowy park with your parent(/s).

◍ You twirled around, the awe clear on your face as you took in the picture perfect sight. “Perfect” was really the only word to describe the scene before you… you felt your grin falter ever so slightly. Of course he noticed.

◍ “ You do not like it. “

◍ You felt yourself wince at the comment, a comment you were sure was supposed to come out a question. But he was right … you didn’t like it. There was nothing comforting or homely, loving, about this.

◍ In a desperate attempt to prove yourself wrong you spun around once again, searching for the smallest piece of misplaced snow, a reef without a candy striped bow, a light that was out of sync with the rest or that didn’t work at all — you couldn’t find a single fault with it.

◍ “ It’s not that I don’t like it!”

◍ “Then what is it?”

◍ “I was just hoping that the Christmas would feel a little more homely, and not as much magic would be involved. The fun part is putting UP the Christmas decorations! Sure they won’t be as perfect as this… but that’s what makes Christmas special. It’s a holiday you build together.”

◍ The smile on his mouth never faltered. Never, ever. Not even when you were rambling about the Christmas you wanted to put together yourself — with him. With the Hotel staff, your friends. The demons you had come to love over the last few months of residing there…

◍ Another flash of green, the hotel walls were bare with nothing but Charlie’s family portraits littering the walls once more. However, the same decorations were crammed into boxes, red, green and white spewing out of the bursting cardboard.

◍ You seemed happier at the sight of the tearing boxes than you did at the Christmas wonderland he had created for you in mere seconds. Some things just couldn’t be reached with magic.

◍ It wasn’t long before the word had gotten around to the rest of the gang that you and Alastor were putting up Christmas decorations — They decided to join you. Charlie seemed the most enthusiastic about it!

◍ In order, they joined Charlie & Vaggie ( together, coming back from business elsewhere ), Angel, Nifty and the last to join was Husk, who had earned himself the nickname of “Hinch” ( Husk / Grinch ). He was not in the Christmas spirit, however Nifty couldn’t reach the top of the portraits to hang tinsel from them! He enjoyed watching her struggle for a few moments, then it got sad. So he decided to step in and help! You think he liked it really.

◍ And what good would Christmas be without Christmas music, Santa hats and funky hair accessories, and ugly sweaters?

◍ Alastor was not a fan of the itchy, red sweater. He also wasn’t a fan of the jingling reindeer horns that were placed on his head and the light - up red nose clipped to the tip of his, courtesy of Angel. But… he tolerated it for an hour or two.

◍ He thought you looked rather adorable in a sparkly Santa hat …

◍ It took hours to decorate the seemingly endless floors of the Happy Hotel, and by the end it was getting worse and worse. Even you were putting less effort into your own plan! It looked nothing, nowhere near, anything like what Alastor had created for you. The faux snow was too sparse in some places and over flowing in others, tinsel was messily draped and thrown everywhere and on every string of lights you could spot at least one that didn’t work. It was perfect!

◍ Having left with Angel about an hour before you guys finished up the last few floors remaining, Nifty had baked Gingerbread demons. They were like gingerbread men, only some of these had limbs missing, extra appendages, and funny faces drawn on with icing. Angel was having fun drawing boobs on them.

◍ You decided to watch horror movies in place of Christmas movies, since finding Christmas movies for rental in Hell was like looking for a needle in a Haystack. Hot cocoa, gingerbread demons, you were content on the lap of your love, one arm lazily holding your waist.

◍ None of you had gotten each other gifts, due to none of it being expected or plans, so instead you shared the happy memories you had! Happy memories in Hell were few and far between, but you were glad everyone could think of at least one to share. Even Husk joined in with this one!

◍ The night drew in, it got later and one by one the Hotel Staff retreated to their own rooms. It was just you and Alastor now… still perched on his lap, the cold dregs of once-hot cocoa remaining in your cup, you nestled your back into him. His arm tightened around your middle protectively, a purr sounding against your right ear. It always made you shudder.

◍ “Thank you for making today special, Alastor.”

◍ You turned on his thighs to face him, smiling pink-cheeked up at him. He pressed a claw to your lips, his other arm leaving your waist momentarily. A flick of his wrist, a small flash of green — he was holding a piece of mistletoe.

◍ You swore you felt your heart leap in your chest, whether that was even possible or not, you felt something. You felt a twinge of excitement and anxiety. You knew what he was after, and you had been hoping for this for a while too.

◍ “May I?”

◍ His voice was much softer, a hand cupping the side of your face gently. Lips parted and ready for him, you gave a single nod before his mouth was pressed to yours. The kiss was slightly clumsy, yet it was passionate and needy. One hand on your face, the other half-heartedly holding up the piece of mistletoe as he melted against your mouth with a purr of pleasure.

◍ That was the first time he had kissed you, and for someone who didn’t know what he was doing too much, you had loved every second.

◍ “Merry Christmas, my sweet.”

#alastor #the radio demon #hazbin hotel #alastor x reader #reader insert #hazbin hotel imagine #alastor imagine #vivziepop #alastor is soft #reader knows how to get what they want from alastor #soft boi alastor time #he just wants to see you happy

48 notes · View notes

jeeperso · 4 years ago

Text

D&D Quotes Without Context

Ravenloft Edition, Dementlieu Arc part 2

Alright, it's night. Jonni: “The best time for arson!” Jonni, you are up spending some quality time with Vesh. Jonni: “The best time for arson!” "YOU COME INTO MY CITY WITH A PARADE, PUTTING ON A FARCE FOR THE MASSES, YOU FOOL THEM BUT YOU DO NOT FOOL ME. NOW FACE MY JUDGEMENT." They point a bony finger at Vesh and....nothing happens. They point a few more times, expecting something to happen. Vesh sighs. "You done?" “Hey, buddy, I told you, she’s a Princess. Maybe not of a big nation, but a Princess is a Princess.” "...Well I guess she is. Sorry for disturbing you." And the spirit then awkwardly shuffles out. "That reminds me, I will visit Semprini, warn him of this Red Death." “Or, hear me out, we don’t and hire a bard to follow him around and then show us what happened later in moving pictures.” "Come on, you know how well I can fit in with high society, Steve. I can speak Snob." "Steve... He really moved up in the world after he died. I'm proud for him." "Social gatherings...I can be nice and polite, but high society tends to leave me cold. It all seems so...fake." “Yeah. But I usually get to fork some ashholes [sic] trophy wife in the cloak room, and the food can be good.” "Look it's easy, you go to some parties and dinners at some places, see the sights, smile and laugh, and we're golden. "And if anyone gives us any shit, we just grin and take it, and then track them down after the party and light them on fire." "We've come on behalf of a young lady whose parents have been afflicted with a curse..." “We need that lifted before we have to adopt again.” "None of the rest of you better pull an Edmund on us." Gorbash: "Okay Marshal's not allowed to speak for the group without approval. Jonni was already not allowed to speak for the group. God... am I the diplomatic one here? How the hell am I the diplomatic one?" Jonni: “Hey, I can be diplomatic. In a skeevy way, sure, but diplomatic.” Jonni: “Back of the line, new Eddie. Gorb’s in charge unless I have a better idea.” "Some specters showed up while you were out, but Kyra and Simone drove them off....Where's Marshal?" Jonni: “Getting ready for me to kill him when he gets back.” Seoni sighs, "Of course he did." Gorbash: "Yeah, he's joining Jonni in the 'not allowed to make decisions without group permission club'." Jonni: “Wait… Marsh is gone! No one will stop me from killing Semprini!” Gorbash: "I am still here." Jonni: “I’ll bring you his mustache.” Gorbash: "You may continue." Gorbash: "...Gods, I'm the leader... How is the guy who spent a year in a fracking asylum the one people look to for leadership?" OOC: Gorbash is going to be referring to this kind of epic stupidity as Pulling an Edmund for at least as long as it takes us to save Edmund. OOC: I haven’t seen a robot do something that dumb since Optimus’ Primes comic death. And his brain fits on a 3x4 floppy. Gorbash: "I've been to Blutspar. I don't need eyes to see horrors everywhere. Give me the tour." Nyx: "I would like to go some place without horrors for once. I'm guessing that is too high an order around here." Gorebash:

Yeah she had a holy symbol of Asmodeus on her armor. “Oh, hey, we got that douche canoe back home” Jonni says, very loudly. “Demon Prince of tiny dicks.” Jonni: “I don’t go to plays with ‘king’ in the title after the incident. “Course, most of the plays I go to have titles that are parody’s of other plays. They usually involve some kind of food delivery that can’t be paid for.” Gorbash grabs Irost by the collar. "Entire city. Mass suicide. Rivers of blood centuries later. GIANT MAN MADE OF BUGS!" Irost: "....That could possibly be classified as urban improvement..." Irost: "But then we'd miss the ball, and the excitement, and the chance to make names for ourselves." Jonni: “New Eddie is dumber than old Eddie.” Gorbash: "My old crew and I once infiltrated a gods damned apocalypse cult-a-polusa! I damn well know my apocalypses." “We’ll get you a red snapper, it’s okay. The things beyond the veil aren’t going to tear your soul out and wipe their ass with it tonight.” The stall has three barrels around the stall, and a large crate with a sign that says "Stikk hand in fer big serprize." [sic] Gorbash: "This feels like a trap. Hey Jonni, come here!" Jonni: “Want me to light it up?” Upon you saying that the crate grows a mouth and begins inching away. The crate and the three barrels, as well as the sign, all get up and move towards an open manhole. The lead mimic turns and spits at you, "Damn adventurers, this used to be a nice neighborhood." Jonni: “Hey I know where you can find a really dumb guy. I’ll tell you if you bring us his mustache.” "How dare you, we are not vagrants nor tramps. We are guards for a traveling merchant caravan. And adventurers who solve problems and help others." "Right! They're Hobos!" Jonni: “Cool. Cool. So you’re a colossal asshat, your god sucks, and virtually no one I care about will mind if you die. In fact, the nicest member of my party thought about doing it herself.” Jonni: “Hey! One last thing? Go fuck yourself with a cactus you racist piece of devil-worshiping pig fart.” Linxia takes a deep breath. "We will settle this another time I think. But keep in mind;" she reaches out, grabs a caterpillar from a tree, and crushes it in hand. "Vermin always get crushed in the end." Gorbash: "B!+ch, we're Pest Control experts." He is wearing a "I survived the Organ grinder" TY shirt over his armor, and is also covered with popcorn, soda and other stickyness. In one hand he holds a handful of balloons, and in the other a large stuffed purple teddy bear. On his head is a hat with cat ears. Jonni: “We met new people to kill and you’re not allowed to tell me no anymore.” Gorbash returns the favor that Marshal did for him back in Hazlan and tightly hugs his metal friend. Irost would hug him from the other side as well, squeezing tightly. You are stuck fast to Marshal now, he is very sticky. "Uhm, do we need to get out the special scrubbing alcohol to clean you guys off now?" Marshal: "Fire." Jonni casts the “create campfire” cantrip. Irost: "WAIT! Wait we're still-AHHHHHH!" Marshal ties a blindfold around his helmet's eyeholes and sticks a cigarette in just in time. Jonni: “Sorry, reflex.” Marshal: "I've seen things you people wouldn't believe." Jonni: “I’ve fucked things you wouldn’t believe. Anyhow, walk it off. We got crime tonight.” “It’s that or wait for the play that pinged Gorb’s 'end of world' alarm to finish.” "What you did Marshall... Sainthood should be being considered." “If they gave out sainthood for being a moron Semprini would be a living god.” You guys become aware, that there things watching you. Or rather watching Marshal. You see countless tiny stuffed animals of varying types: bears, foxes, rabbits, but with horrific twisted features. Some have obviously human eyes or teeth, others are bulging with strange contents. Gorbash: "How is it, that Marshal is the one with the most Stalkers?" Marshal: "Co-workers on break." Jonni: “They forming a union?” According to Vesh, the boat will be arriving at Midnight with cargo, among which will be the box. It will unload the cargo in the shipping company's warehouse. where it will stay until it is shipped to the D'honaire estate on the night before the ball. The docks are silent. No one on them. The niight is clear, with stars in the sky and a huge moon. So what's your plan? OOC: Fireballs. You see the bizarre scene of a bunch of demonic beanie babies smoking. After about fifteen minutes, the bay is rocked by a massive explosion, as the galleon bursts into flames. "Jonni!" Jonni: “Gods I wish that was me.” OOC: Great things happen when Kreuz has a Paladin Moment. OOC1: This other crew is going to find we aren't harder to deal with than most adventurers, we fight smarter, not harder. OOC2: Also, we are more mentally unstable and prone to dickery. OOC: To be fair, the rules don’t say I have rocket feet. The power gamer in me says no, but the nerd in me says “ROCKET BOOTS!”

#dungeons and dragons #dnd 5e #quotes without context #ravenloft

2 notes · View notes

prolestariwrites · 5 years ago

Photo

The Wish [4]

Fandom: Devil May Cry Characters: Dante, Vergil, Nero, V, Lady, Eva, Sparda, OC Rating: General Tags: Family, Humor, Fluff, Angst, Typical demon hunting violence

Summary: A demon gives Dante the chance to have his greatest desires made real. When he finds himself in a seemingly idyllic life, all seems well until it starts to unravel. Will he sacrifice himself to save the family he lost, or will he choose to give them up for the truth?

Now posted: Chapter 4, in which Dante puts on his detective hat to get to the bottom of what happened in Red Grave City and Fortuna.

✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧

Chapter 4: Puzzle Pieces

To say he’s surprised when he wakes up in the morning is an understatement. Who has a dream in a dream and wakes up still in the dream? Dante frowns as he opens his eyes to find himself in the same bed, same room, pressed against Lir. She is still sleeping, laying on her stomach and holding her pillow, her bare body warm and perfect against his chest.

He props himself up a bit on an elbow to think for a minute. She seems lovely and, if the night before is any indication, hot as hell. Of all the girls Dante had ever been with, he doesn’t ever remember it being sweet and sexy and passionate all at the same time. The women he met were either sweet but boring, or hot and crazy. Having a girlfriend or whatever was not high on the list of priorities.

The sheet has pulled a bit, revealing her back and a bit of her backside. Dante moves almost instinctually, and when he presses closely against her, he wonders if he’ll remember all this when he wakes up.

Unless this isn’t a dream? Lir shifts and rolls a bit, leaning against him with a sigh. Wait, what if it’s not?

Dante runs through possibilities in his head. Once more he reviews the last things he remembers: namely, fighting with Nero in the warehouse. There was a demon they had to find, but then what? His brows draw together as he chastises himself. Think, stupid. He remembers Nero yelling, and the swarm, and then he’s heading upstairs. In a hallway?

Shaking his head, Dante decides to leave that for now. Truth is, it didn’t matter what happened to him. What matters is figuring out what is happening now, and how to make it stop so he can get back to his life.

Lir shifts beside him and the last thought has him feeling confused. Does he… want this to end? Isn’t this what he’s always wanted?

I can grant you a fortune that has nothing to do with money.

Like a key in a lock, suddenly it all clicks. There was that demon, he remembers now. Dante shifts to sit up a bit, rubbing his hand on his face. It was breeding and it tried to bribe him… His eyes go wide as bits come back, like puzzle pieces that are too bent to fit perfectly. It offered him money and he told it that he didn’t want to be a devil hunter. Could that thing have done this?

An uncomfortable burn fills his throat as Dante swallows thickly. That demon created this, brought his entire family back, but how? His eyes dart around the room, his body and mind suddenly alert, as if the answer will jump out and bite him. The more he experiences and the more vivid things get, the clearer it becomes that this isn’t some dream he’s having. Maybe this is some kind of illusion, and he’s laying at the bottom of the warehouse with his brains getting munched on by demons, blissfully unaware anything’s wrong. Maybe he’s in someone else’s body, living their life, sleeping with their wife? But they all call him Dante, and that was for sure his own parents and brother at dinner. Can’t be time travel, since none of this happened, and it’s the same date that it would have been back in his own timeline.

Maybe he died? This could be heaven. Dante snorts and lays back on the pillows. Didn’t know devils could go to heaven.

“Everything okay?” Lir’s voice is sleepy as she rolls towards him, and he puts his arm around her when her head rests on his chest.

“Yeah,” Dante sighs. “Just wondering if this is heaven.”

She chuckles and presses a kiss to his shoulder. “I know I’m good but I’m not that good.” She climbs over him again, and Dante’s chest gets tight when his eyes drag down. Now that the sun is up and the room is bright he can see just how gorgeous she is. His hands go to her hips and he wonders if they’re gonna have a round two, but she places a kiss on the corner of his mouth before moving away. “So nice to sleep in for once,” she sighs, heading into the bathroom.

“Yeah,” he says after her, but then remembers he sleeps in every day.

After throwing on some sweatpants and a t-shirt Dante heads downstairs to find breakfast. He wonders if this Dante cooks up eggs and pancakes in the morning, since his Dante usually has some leftover pizza crust and two glasses of whiskey. He decides to compromise and puts a bagel in the toaster, and by the time it pops Lir has joined him in the kitchen to brew coffee and sit down with an orange at the table.

It’s still confusing as hell what he’s doing here: he’s not dreaming, it’s not time travel, he’s not someone else, so maybe… this really is real? What if all that other stuff, with his parents dying and living on the streets, and the Temen-ni-gru and Mallet Island and the Order, what if that was the dream? But that doesn’t make sense either, and Dante rubs his face in frustration.

There are other things that don’t make sense too, like why Nero is the wrong age and why his wife was so surprised he owned a gun. Doesn’t she know he is a demon hunter? Does she even know he’s half-demon? Dante glances around as if someone might be watching. It’s time to test this place and see what happens, he decides. There must be a reason why he’s here. And if it’s some bad guy doing bad things, he’s going to get to the bottom of it.

Dante carries his food to join her and sits down a bit nervously. “I need to talk to you,” he says.

Lir eyes him curiously. “Yeah? Everything okay?”

“No. Yes. I don’t know.” Is telling her this going to make the whatever-this-is implode? Only one way to find out. “This isn’t real, right? You know that?”

“Huh?”

Dante gestures around the kitchen. “All this. You a plant?”

“A what?”

“Are you a bug or something?”

“Dante…” Lir frowns. “What the hell are you talking about?”

He eyes her suspiciously, every sense on high alert, waiting for her to react. It’s possible she is a demon in this weird reality, and once revealed will attack. It occurs to him then that would mean he was balls deep in a demon twice last night, and decides to put that aside to throw up about later. “Do you remember the warehouse?”

“What warehouse?” she sighs.

“Okay, what about Nero? The guy with the white hair?”

Lir rolls her eyes. “Yes, I know who Nero is. What is your point?”

Dante presses his lips together. Maybe she’s not a demon? What if she’s something else? “Want to go to dinner again tonight?” he asks.

“We just went out last night,” she laughs.

“Yeah, so what? We can afford it.”

Lir shakes her head. “I really just want to hang out at home today. Why don’t we just order a pizza and watch a movie or something?”

Dante folds his arms. “Order a pizza?”

“Yeah?”

He narrows his eyes as she pops another slice of orange into her mouth. “Extra olives, right?”

She glances over at him with a strange expression as she swallows. “I thought you hated them?”

“Just testing.” She gives him a weary look and picks up her coffee as Dante studies her. Whoever she is, she’s a tough one to crack. “Say, Lir, do you remember how we met?”

“Of course I do,” she chuckles.

Dante lifts his eyebrows, feeling like a detective in a mystery novel. “Describe what happened.”

Lir gives a huff, clearly annoyed. “What is with you?”

“I want to see if you remember,” he replies.

“Of course I remember,” she protests.

“Then prove it.”

She sighs with a roll of her eyes. “Fine. I came into your shop looking for help. Do you remember?”

Huh, that’s an interesting bit of information. So she does know he is a demon hunter, but was surprised he uses weapons? Suspicious now, he taps his chin. “So you came into the shop, huh? And what was I doing?”

Lir shakes her head. “I don’t know. Fixing something probably.”

“Fixing something? Like what?”

She frowns for a moment before answering, “Wait, I think I actually remember. It was an Iron 883.” Dante’s eyes go wide as she smiles. “Yeah, I do remember because I remember wondering if you would fit on it.”

Lir laughs as he leans forward. “I was working on a bike?” he exclaims.

“Well yeah, what else would you be doing in the shop? Baking cookies?” She chuckles at her joke. “God damn, you annoyed me so much that day. I just needed a charge but you insisted on checking everything. I told you three times I knew which wire had to be replaced and just needed to get to the weekend to do it but you wanted to take the whole bike apart.” Lir smiles at him flirtatiously. “I think you were just trying to keep me there.”

Dante gapes at her. “I fix bikes? That’s the shop?”

She studies him for a moment and tilts her head. “Dante, you’ve been acting strangely the past two days. Did something happen? Are you feeling okay? You’re worrying me.”

He blinks in response, still processing. Family alive, money in the bank, hot wife, and now a dream job? This place really is too good to be true, but he just shakes his head. “Nah, I was just seeing if you remembered. Of course I’m good.”

Lir hesitates a moment before changing the subject, and Dante nods along, listening as she talks about getting the laundry started and even agreeing to mow the lawn. She pats his arm before disappearing upstairs, and Dante heads out back to find the mower, turning over everything again in his mind.

It starts right up and he walks in neat rows over the lawn—his lawn—their lawn—debating if he should do anything about this. So he's not a devil hunter… does that mean there are no demons? No wonder they were all so surprised to hear he had a gun. Dante is all at once very aware of missing Ebony and Ivory, and for a crazy moment wonders if he could look up old Nell and ask a favor. But what would he even need them for?

If he is dying, this is a pretty good way to go, right? It’s a lot better than getting snapped in half or set on fire or impaled or sent through a grinder. He presses his lips together as he remembers Vergil driving his father’s sword through him. Hell of a lot better.

Mowing is actually not too bad, and he enjoys the physical work to help him think. He had never pictured himself the kind of guy who likes a nice lawn, but he’s got to admit it’s damn satisfying to see it all done. As he stashes the mower away in the garage, he thinks he wouldn’t mind this life at all… but Dante decides in the end he’s not quite ready to just accept this new reality, at least not before finding out everything he can about where he is now.

Back inside, he heads up to the office and turns on the computer. Dante grabs a tablet of paper from the drawer and a pen. He writes Red Grave → Temen-ni-gru, then underneath, Fortuna → the Order. After a moment’s hesitation, he also writes Dumary Island, and below that, Mallet Island.

Dante opens a search engine and starts typing. Red Grave City is obviously much different, he could tell from the car ride yesterday, and Dante assumes it’s because it’s not teeming with demons. After all, if the Temen-ni-gru never erupted in town, then there’s no reason for them to be there. He scans the headlines of the local papers for good measure but it’s just as he suspected: no weird deaths, no missing people, just some news about the school board vote and…

He stops short and gapes at the screen. The mayor is on the front page, giving a press conference about some tax on cigarettes, and Dante almost pinches himself when he realizes it’s Morrison. “Well damn,” he snorts. Looks like everyone’s doing better in this crazy place.

Next he types Fortuna in the search bar, bracing himself for what he finds. But there’s nothing. No talk of destruction, no reconstruction efforts, no memorials for the dead. Dante does some searching for the Order, a bit surprised to find that they do exist, but not nearly as powerful as they were when he was in Fortuna. It seems that they are like any other religious group, and he taps his finger on the desk in thought as he reads a profile on the Order on a travel website.

So Red Grave City never got overrun by devils, and Fortuna never got destroyed by the Savior. His parents didn’t die, which means Vergil would not raise the tower of power. No tower, no falling into hell. No hell, no losing Yamato, no getting found by the Order, no Savior. It makes sense really, and he sighs, realizing for the first time just how many people had been affected by demons coming to their home and killing his mother. He knew it had changed everything for him and Vergil, of course, but now there’s countless other families out there who suffered because of Mundus. Well, there were, anyway.

Just one last question is bugging him, and he picks up the phone on the desk. Dante frowns as he dials a number he had memorized years ago, and the line crackles a bit before it connects.

On the fourth ring an elderly woman picks up the phone. “Hello?” she says, her voice kind but curious.

“Matier?” he says, his mouth going wide in a smile. “Is that really you?”

“Who is this?”

Clearing his throat, he says, “Uh, you probably don’t remember me. We met years and years ago. My name is Dante, and I’m a friend of Lucia’s.”

“Lucia who?”

Dante lets go a deep sigh. He should have figured this would happen. “Sorry, maybe I got the name wrong. I guess you don’t have a daughter?”

“You got the wrong number.”

“Wait, can I ask one more thing?” The line stays connected and he hurries on, “Do you know the name Argosax? Are you still guarding it?”

There is a long pause, and then Matier asks, “Who did you say you were again?”

“Dante. You might know my father, Sparda—”

The line goes dead, and Dante presses the button a few times. He tries to call back, but there is just a busy signal, so he hangs up with a sigh. Yet there is no Lucia, which means no Arius, so Dante figures he can safely assume that Argosax is still sealed—and that means Mundus is as well. The world really is different. Safe.

Lir appears at the door and calls his name. “Vergil’s on the phone. He wants to know if you still want the boys tomorrow. And will you help me with something? I can’t reach the top of the cabinet.”

Dante looks at his list, and crosses out the places he had written. “Yeah, here I come,” he answers with a smile to himself.

#dmc #devil may cry #dmc dante #dante sparda #dmc lucia #dmc oc #lir #fan fiction #myfic #the wish

17 notes · View notes

lionhearted-visions · 6 years ago

Text

types of adventurecore

enchanted forest: throwing on a big billowy outfit, some boots, and a sun hat, grabbing a wicker basket filled with fresh bread, fruit, and cheese, and exploring a sunny forest filled with magical creatures, wandering through grassy hillsides, befriending animals and bugs, helping those in need as you come across them, forging your own path as you go, discovering an enchanted cottage, cleaning and cooking for the magic beings that live there, being true of heart, time and stress and responsibilities don’t exist here, true peace (see also; howl’s moving castle, grimm’s fairy tale classics, my neighbor totoro, mother holle)

killer quest: humble beginnings, swept away into a noble adventure, diverse groups of magical friends, helping anyone you can, loyal almost to a fault, always good intentions, enjoying the journey, going out of your way to help anyone you can, standing up for what’s right, maybe not the strongest but will never stop trying, loves to learn, doesn’t give up easily (see also: legend of zelda, lord of the rings, the wizard of oz, adventure time, the unbreakable kimmy schmidt)

modern prophets aka me: ya adventure vibes, everything by the seat of your pants, surviving hard times with humor, big crackhead energy, “I think you should try talking to a therapist...” “lmao mood”, mandatory call to adventure, strange powers you don’t understand, crappy motels, on the run from the law, “so i was on a rooftop next to my best friend’s reforming corpse, chugging rosé and watching stars rearrange into prophetic constellations, as law enforcements and vengeful demons rapidly closed in around us, like you do...”, pop punk, going down fighting, intense contrasts between powerful magic and the mundane, doomsday plague serum in a “there’s a chance this is wine” water bottle, jackets and bracelets and necklaces and boots worn like armor, go big or go home, impromptu and unconventional weapons like scissors and modified nail guns, weight of the world is on the shoulders of a couple of teenagers/young adults, “we’re just kids... how the hell are we supposed to deal with this?”, practicing archery and sword fighting and telekinetic abilities in your back yard, rapidly googling how to pick locks, rapidly approaching storm clouds with the sun still shining through, the smell of slightly burnt coffee, inside jokes, hoping your neo to go and paw patrol bandaids will be enough medical attention because hospitals are not an option, unsettling dreams, parking garage lights, leaning on each other, living out of backpacks, making it work because there’s really no other option (see also; percy jackson, heroes of olympus, hold me closer necromancer, illusive (from what i’ve read), heroes, heroes reborn, marvel’s runaways (from what i’ve seen), under the dome (from what i’ve seen), misfits)

#add more #adventurecore #adventure culture #types of adventurecore #enchanted forest core #killer quest core #modern prophets core #enchanted forest #killer quest #modern prophets

772 notes · View notes

drabbles-of-writing · 5 years ago

Text

Can We Keep Him? (pt 2)

This is part of my Uncursed AU

AO3

Masterpost

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

If there was one thing Eda hated most, it was boiling rain.

She could tell by the storm clouds gathering one was on the way. However, she currently had a possible buyer looking over what she had to offer that day. So she impatiently tapped her fingers on the table as she watched the witch hm and haw over every little thing she had.

A boom of thunder snapped her patience.

“Do you want anything?” Eda snapped.

The witch lifted his head and blinked at her, dumbfounded.

“Oh, no, I was just browsing.” He said cheerfully. “I spent all my snails earlier.”

Eda stared at the witch, her left eye twitching as her nails dug into the table.

“Then move along!” She shouted.

“Alright, alright! Jeez,” The witch grumbled, raising his hands and backing off. “Kids these days, I swear.” He mumbled as he hurried along down the marketplace.

Eda didn’t bother to retort. She frantically began gathering up her items in the table cloth. She picked up anything that had fallen and attempted to tear down her sign proudly stating; Human Collectibles!

She had nearly gotten the whole thing down before she heard something sizzle.

Eda whirled her head around. And sure enough, the first drops of boiling rain were beginning to fall.

Eda looked around frantically, spotting a stand that, thank the Titan, had a stone over it. She regrettably ditched the bag of human objects before diving for the shelter, wincing when she felt the drops of rain graze her right leg.

Eda crawled up underneath the shelter, pulling her leg close as she hissed out a string of curses. Thankfully, the burn on her leg wasn’t all that bad. Though it’d definitely bug her for the rest of the day. She considered using her magic to heal it, but decided against it. Using magic on such a small thing wasn't worth the effort.

“Sorry, Lilith,” Eda sighed, peering up at the cloud-filled sky. “Looks like I’m gonna be late again.”

She leaned back against one of the posts holding up the empty stand, settling in for a long, boring wait.

Until a yelp caught her attention.

Eda turned her head, looking back out to the open path in the marketplace. Off on the opposite side was an empty clay pot turned over. Beside that pot was a very familiar small plastic crown.

The pot lifted slightly and a black paw darted out, trying to grab at the crown before a drop of rain landed on it. Whoever was in the pot squeaked and instantly retreated their paw.

Only a few seconds later, the paw darted out again.

“Is that…?” Eda squinted her eyes.

Droplets of rain splashed onto the crown. It sizzled and hissed as the boiling temperatures of the water immediately ate away at the crown, bringing it down to a half-circle.

“No!” The pot lifted up higher, revealing the face of the self-proclaimed King of Demons, his face full of horror. “My crown! My beautiful, beautiful crown!” He wailed, once again nearly getting nicked by the rain and drawing his paw back into the safety of the pot.

“Hey, I know you!” Eda called. “Demon Lord, or, whatever your name was.”

The demon lifted his head, spotting Eda and perking up.

“Oh, hey witch lady!” The demon greeted. “You got any more crowns?” He asked hopefully.

Eda gave the demon a deadpan stare before pointing over at her abandoned bag of goods, which was now nearly completely eaten through.

“...oh,” The demon deflated.

“What are you doing out here?” Eda asked. “Everyone knows to get somewhere safe before a rainstorm!”

“Well--I--” The demon faltered for a moment before angrily fluffing up his tail. “Then why are you out here?” He retorted.

“Someone was ‘browsing’ my items when I thought they were gonna buy something,” Eda sighed, knocking her head back against the pole she was leaning on. “Apparently he didn’t think the oncoming wrath of boiling rain wasn’t something to be concerned about.”

“Personally, I think not boiling alive is worth more than a profit.” The demon said, dropping the pot back over his head before standing up, wearing it like a long hat that went down to his legs.

“You’re a demon, you don’t need money.” Eda snorted, watching the demon walk around in the open under the pot for a minute before skittering over towards her.

“...what are you doing?”

“It’s getting hot under here!” The demon said, hurrying underneath her shelter before ditching the pot and kicking it away. “This is a much more adequate roof for the King of Demons.” He nodded in satisfaction.

“Don’t you have, like, an owner?” Eda raised a brow. She reached out and grabbed his large gold tag.

“The King of Demons belongs to no one!” The demon snapped, tugging back and brushing himself off. “I am my own demon!”

“What’s with the collar then?” Eda questioned.

“I…” The demon blinked before looking down at his collar and fiddling with the tag. “I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?” Eda said disbelievingly. “How can you not know why you have a collar?”

“I just don’t know!” The demon snapped back. “But I like it!” He said, sitting down and crossing his arms angrily.

“...alright then.” Eda said, turning to look out at the rain.

When she had first met the demon, she had assumed he had been someones escaped pet, due to the collar. It would also easily explain the inflated ego and delusions. People spoil their pets all the time.

But if he didn’t belong to anyone…

“If I may ask, since we’re clearly going to be here for a while,” Eda said, glancing over at the demon. “Does the so-called ‘King of Demons’ have a name?”

“A mortal like you couldn’t bear to know the true name of the King of Demons!” The demon said, raising his head snootily.

Eda gave him a deadpan stare for a few moments.

“How about I just call you King?” She tried.

“That…” The demon frowned and thought for a moment. “That name will suffice.” He decided with a nod.

“Nice to formally meet, King.” Eda said with a bit of a smile, holding out her hand. “I’m Eda.”

“Eda...I can work with that.” King said, taking her hand and shaking it.

“Sorry about the crown,” Eda said, pulling her hand back and looking over at the pieces of scrap that were once some plastic toy. “I could probably find another one.”

“You would...find the King of Demons another crown?” King asked excitedly, tail wagging.

“Only because I feel bad,” Eda said, crossing her arms, though her smile only grew. “And you’ll have to pay me this time.”

King gestured to himself before holding his paws out at his sides.

“Do I look like I have money?”

“Then how about this,” Eda said, thinking on her feet. “In payment, you have to find stuff for me to sell.”

“Like...scavenging?” King tilted his head.

“Sort of,” Eda said.

She dug in her wild mane of hair before pulling out a small dark brown key with a yellow eye on it and showed it off to the demon.

“A while ago, I found this key to the human realm.” She explained. “It’s where I get all my items. Although, recently, it’s getting harder for me to steal stuff from their metal bins without getting caught.”

“Oooh. So you wish to enlist the help of the mighty ruler of demons, eh?” King realized excitedly. “Fear not! For I accept this offer. In exchange for a crown, I will hunt down the greatest human artifacts the Boiling Isles has ever seen!” He said, standing up and posing proudly.

“Thanks, King.” Eda chuckled, tucking the key back into her hair. “Hope you’re a good tracker, though. I don’t set up shop in the same place two days in a row.”

“Pssh, how hard can it be?” King waved his paw. “I just have to look for the loudest witch in the market.”

“Wha--says you!” Eda scoffed. “You’re the loudest demon I’ve ever met! I’m genuinely surprised I haven’t met you yet.”

“Yes, well, I’ve decided to grace this side of the Isles with my presence.” King said. “You’re welcome.”

“Gee, thanks.” Eda shook her head before reaching over and ruffling the fur that connected to his skull by his cheek.

King let out a weird ‘weh’ like noise and struggled for a moment, batting at her hand with his paws.

Which, now that Eda got a better look at them, really didn’t look too good.

Demons had tougher skin than witches, so a few droplets of boiling water wouldn’t cause severe harm. And yet, the way his skin was twisted and discolored from the burns he’d received made Eda's own chest twist.

“Doesn’t this hurt?” Eda asked, drawing her hands back and gently placing one of his wrists in her open palm.

“Eh, I’ve had worse.” King shrugged. “The King of Demons needs no sympathy.” He said, turning his nose away.

Eda frowned, worried about what ‘worse’ such a small demon like King could be referring to.

Her eyes drew to his broken horn.

She decided not to ask and pulled him a bit closer.

“Could I at least try to heal it?” She asked.

Eda had never been good at healing magic. Her best had always been defense and offense, not sitting on the sidelines and tending to the wounded. Lilith had more knowledge in that aspect, thanks to the Emperor’s Coven.

Still, it wouldn’t hurt to try, would it?

“I...suppose,” King said, sounding suspicious. “Just be careful. I don’t want to chip a claw,” He said, this time sounding like he was partially joking.

“I won’t,” Eda promised before turning back to his paw.

A faint yellow glow came from her left hand and she brought it closer to King’s paw, eyes squinted in concentration as she gently pressed a finger to his burns.

King winced as though expecting to be hurt, though he didn’t pull his paw away.

Slowly, Eda ghosted her finger over the burns, smiling as she saw his previously gnarly skin untwisting and fitting back up.

“There we go,” Eda said, bringing her hand back. She couldn’t heal it up all the way, but now it was practically invisible unless you looked for it.

“Whoa,” King turned over his paw, mesmerized. “Do the other one, do the other one!” He chanted gleefully, sticking out his other slightly less-burned paw.

“Alright, hang on, hang on.” Eda chuckled, concentrating as she drew her glowing finger over the burns, bringing it to about the same state as his first paw.

“That should heal up on its own, now.” She said, letting him admire and study his freshly healed paws.

“Thanks...uh,” King squinted. “What was your name again?”

“Eda,” The young witch sighed. “It was Eda.”

“Right, Eda! Thanks. I'll remember next time.” King promised, holding his paws close.

Eda smiled at the demon. What had happened to him to make him so astonished that a witch would help him, she didn’t want to know.

But she did know that right then, she wasn’t going to be quite as alone out here as she thought.

“Anytime, King.”

#uncursed au #drabble post #my writing #the owl house #owl house #toh #eda clawthorne #eda #king #fluff #young eda #they having a time #first meeting

23 notes · View notes