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monsterfloofs · 4 months ago

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Demon (Iridyn) x Anonymous Reader (Sfw)

(A bit of a blend of two stories! I had written this one story about a demon lord character with no name and had a super adorable personality. But I also have Iridyn from Luxe’s story, who is in a similar position, but not quite as fleshed out. So I decided to see if these two characters could work as being one in the same! I think it’s cute! And it definitely works as why Luxe would be so protective of their Lord? Secret big softy with a penchant for cute pretty things? Yes please ♡♡♡ Slightly different dimension than the og storyline, because this castle is on another plane of existence but hey! Just playing with ideas, :> if folks like one location over the other let me know?)

The bright light streaming through the window had your eyes blinking hard, bursts of strange color and swimming patterns dancing beneath the lids. Memories were slow to shuffle themselves back into a recognizable order. Sleeping fitfully was perhaps the first sign that things were changing. You slept long, and hard, waking up in a disorientated blur.

Morning. Still here. Still wherever ”here” was. Arms pushing into the plush bedding, you rouse yourself into a sitting position and look out the window. The sky is a velvety purple, fading into a bright salmon red in the distance. The plants below, shrubs and bushes, were cut into rolling elegant spirals. They painted the grounds in dark blues and greens. Some so dark that they appeared almost black until the sun, you believed it was the sun, brought out their deeper colors.

Comparished to the nightmarish alien outside world, the castle screamed cheerfulness by comparison. The interior was much like a decadent wedding cake. All rococo swirls of pastel blue, pink and mint. Elegant, extravagant, with so much detailing piped on every piece of furniture, long beautiful scrawlings along the walls, pretty wallpapers and not to mention the gold filigree on the ceiling. Your eyes couldn’t find a place to rest with the details. Even the bed posts had long intricate swirls traveling up the frame.

From above, a bell tinkles merrily above the headboard. Twisting your body around, you squint up at the small bell.

“Breakfast time…” You muse softly, shimming forward, your feet alighting upon a soft peach colored carpet, embroidered with little golden flowers. Moving towards the wardrobe and opening the two doors, you study the garments inside. Much like the castle, many of the pieces feel overly detailed. Extremely pretty they may be, something about them makes you feel uneasy. You push the clothing aside, pulling out a piece that is a little more simple, a little more to your taste.

It still had the flair of the person who sewed it, the little indulgent pieces of trim and lace. The way where small details would catch your eye, even after favoring the clothing for weeks. You breathe, slowly, holding the hanger to your chest and letting this small moment linger. Then you change, carefully folding up your bed clothes and tucking them on top of an ornate chair.

You walk with slow steps, face lifted to the high vaulted ceiling. Staring at the painting above, typically one pictures cherubs or angels on such ornate ceilings. These however, reflected the world you now lived in. Creatures pranced along the illustrations. Adorned with horns, hooves, and swishing tails. Many of the figures wearing jewelry strung around the horns. The figures lounged, ate fruit, or plucked stars from the sky. Your favorite, happened to be one of the horned beings. This one had a goat-like head and was laying on their back looking up adoringly as someone sat on their knees beside their great head. The small figure sat braiding the creature's hair, a silver brush in hand. From the angle, the face of the human figure was hard to read, but if you stood and studied the face. It looked as though the figure was smiling back down at the being they were tending to. An equally loving gaze, you hoped.

By keeping your view raised up to the sky you almost bump into someone.

”Oh goodness,” You twitter apologetically, “I’m so sorry.”

They straighten their back, at your attention and smile. “Ah, there you are Dulcet. What perfect timing, I had begun to wonder where you had scurried off to.”

Nose wrinkling, you give an awkward smile. “Luxe… I… apologize. I didn’t mean to keep you waiting.”

The demon swooped a hand underneath your arm. With a grace like liquid metal they had spun you around, and began steering you towards the dining room.

”Nonsense.” They purred soothingly, their heels clicking crisply upon the polished floor. “Breakfast is being kept warm for you, and I have heard the lord has requested you for another fitting.”

Your lips twitched, but you kept a smile determinedly plastered on your face. “Oh, I hope it won’t take long… Er…”

You glanced with wide eyes as Luxe, who had tilted their head, an amused smile playing upon their lips.

“I mean…” You tried to wrack your brain for inspiration.

Luxe tossed their head and laughed, “Oh dear, you don’t have to hide from me. I know the doting makes you nervous.”

You bite your lip. “A little uneasy, I wouldn’t say nervous. Not-not fully, in any case.”

Luxe only smirks, slipping out of your arm like a ghost to hold the door open for you. They bow graciously, eyelashes fluttering. As you slip by, you get the sneaking feeling of a touch whisper past your calf. You take a deep breath, forcing your chin to raise up a degree.

The table is a wide expanse of empty place settings and chairs. With how long the room is, with hallways connecting to it, the room itself feels eerie and stretched out. Oftentimes sitting alone, made every noise sound mountainous, every scrap of the chair, or clink of glassware amplified and bounced around the cavernous ceiling.

”Luxe…” you began softly, as Luxe slides plates with food in front of you with a flourish. Buttery croissants with a small pot of jam. A plate of roasted potatoes and caramelized onions. The smell makes your mouth water, but you look up at the butler instead.

“Don’t you… find this odd?”

Luxe has stood back by now at your side, hands clasped benignly behind their back eyes closed.

”Hm?”

You purse your lips together, picking up a fork and twirling it between your thumb and forefinger.

”Eating alone, in this huge room. It seems odd.”

One of Luxe’s eyes open a sliver and they peer at you. “And it would please you more if you weren’t alone?”

Shoulders creep slowly up to your neck, gaze transfixed on the fork as the metal tongs spin slowly, catching light and smeary reflections of color.

”You could join the lord of course. I have taken them their breakfast, I am sure they would be delighted in having you arrive in time for breakfast.” The demon thought before giving an impish giggle. “They could… join you here. But I fear they might be a little too big for these chairs.”

”…What about the other castle staff?” The words burbled up almost too eagerly.

A pause hung in the air, and under the silk table cloth, your fingers clenched the hem of your shirt.

”Dulcet, I’m afraid most of us have already eaten.”

You closed your eyes and bobbed your head, feeling foolish. “Right. Of course. How silly of me. I’m sure everyone else got an early start on their day.”

”Give me one moment,” You flinch as Luxe touches your shoulder, “I shall be right back.”

As Luxe’s clicking heels become distant you are quick to shovel food into your mouth. While eating alone in a big empty hall was indeed nerve wracking, having someone wait on you was even more so. Sitting there, only hearing yourself chew, was a dreadful experience. You felt terrible for the butler, who had to wait around. Dithering and eating carefully felt like a waste of their time, yet if you ate fast, all those terrible noises would be amplified by the vaulted ceiling. You swallow thickly, the food moving like concrete down your throat. The new plan was, attempt to scarf down as much as you could alone, and then eat as quietly as possible when they returned. Ah, such strange games that anxiety encouraged you to play. You had just brought another forkful to your lips as the heels came clicking back down the hall. You stared at the forkful, taking half of the mound that was suspended by the utensil. Quickly placing the fork back onto your plate. You chew slowly, perking up as Luxe slid into a seat facing yours.

“Well this is lovely,” They comment cheerfully, sliding a plate onto the table. “I rarely get to eat breakfast, I often find myself too busy and distracted.”

You swallow and take a sip of water, peering at them from the top of the fluted glass rim.

”Too busy…” you echo faintly, “But… all we do in the morning is sit here.”

Luxe winks at you, and raises their fork in a conspiratorial manner. “Guarding your breakfast is a full time job Dulcet darling. What if some rogue came crashing through the window and scarpered off with your breakfast?”

Your lips quirk as you set the glass back onto the table, nudging the flared bottom with a finger tip. “I… think I would live… if that happened.”

Luxe laughs before tucking into their breakfast.

The long width of the table suddenly felt personable and small. Two sets of silverware gliding across plates with a hum of contentedly clinking. A cozy slice of time had carved itself out for breakfast, but soon, it had to pass.

Plates were piled into a neat stack, silverware placed on top.

”Thank you,” You murmur, as Luxe takes your empty wine glass.

”Oh Dulcet, I should be thanking you.” Luxe beams, “I would have remembered to eat closer to midnight if you had not intervened.”

”Don’t do that,” You laugh softly, “I hope that’s not true.”

Luxe only smiles in response, “I am sure the Lord is done with their breakfast by now as well. They said that they would be happy to meet you in the DollHouse once you were ready.”

You purse your lips and nod, pushing your chair underneath the table before you left the dining hall.

The DollHouse was the sewing room that existed in the castle. It was given that nickname, due to the fact that Iridyn the castle lord, was a large being. They stood about twice the size of an average human. With fur that seemed to shimmered in a soft prismatic rainbow, like snow being kissed by the first trickle of dawn's light. They enjoyed sewing, not only for necessity as they had to make their own clothes, but their reach applied to castle staff and those who kept their company. The DollHouse was their playground, Iridyn spent many an hour there. Tinkering away at patterns, and fittings.

You stand on a wide platform with stairs leading down to the carpeted floor, arms out holding still. You can feel an ache beginning to creep into your shoulders. Wiggling your fingers you pray you can last just a little bit longer.

"Pearls I think, yes, those pretty pink ones. That would work well with this.“

From your spot within the DollHouse you stare intently at the mirror in front. Watching Iridyn’s back as they paw through a dark wooden box with many knobbed drawers.

”Ahah! Here it is~” They hum in a triumphant sing-song voice. Turning back around, within three steps they are back to your stand. You stand up a little straighter as a clawed hand brushes a lock of hair behind your ear. Iridyn’s hunches, four opalescent eyes peering over your shoulder as they hold the pearls against your collar. Glancing at their face in the mirror, an unmistakable look of adoration glimmers in their eyes.

”Very pretty. Yes? What do you think?”

A hand strays to touch the pearls. Glancing quickly at your reflection before your gaze skitters away.

”I… It’s very pretty.”

Iridyn shifts, chin brushing against your shoulder. “Don’t like the color?”

”No, it’s very nice.” You look down. ”I just don’t understand. Why do you enjoy this?" You gesture to the large bedroom. The human sized clothes left on neat hangers, some outfits lay scattered on the floor.

"Why?" Their face pulls back, you watch their head tilt in the mirror. Focusing on clipping the necklace chain. They fumble with the small clasp, the whisper of claws grazing your skin causing the hair on the back of your neck to rise. As their hands pull away the weight of it settles against you. "I like those who I care about to feel pampered. It’s my hope that you feel handsome in the things I make for you.”

“Oh.” The words come out in a murmur,

”If…” Iridyn hesitates, if these gifts make you feel uncomfortable Dulcet, I can stop. I do not wish you to feel unhappy.”

A chill seeps into your skin, gooseflesh raising on your arms. "...It’s just… that I have had these kinds of gifts before, and they came with a price.”

“Strings attached?” Iridyn shuffles through drawers absently.

”Yes.” You pause looking for the right words, ”That person only wished for me to be in pretty things, so they could, in their own words, deflower me. Thankfully I realized it fast enough to evade their advances.”

"Deflower?" They echo back, an appalled look crossing their countenance. "Deflower? Who would come up with such a terrible word? No, sweetness, I want you to blossom. I wish for you to feel beautiful in your own skin, in this body the fates have chosen for you."

They hunch over again, eyes tentatively hovering at your shoulder, filled with worry, "Do you really not know why, I enjoy dressing you?"

It was hard not to take an uneasy step away, those teeth, while pretty, are razor sharp and now closer than ever. You endure not to move . "No…"

"I see beauty in you darling. I wish to expand upon it, like polishing a gem. I want to see you sparkle in an iridescent shimmer." A rare cross look makes their brows furrow, "Now, who taught you such a terrible word? Who expected you to feel small on the paramount of a new experience? Certainly no one that deserved you."

Staring up at those eyes was overwhelming, your gaze drops to the pretty shoes you stand in and shake your head.

They tsk gently, "Mortals are strange creatures. They make rules to inflate their own egos and make others feel lesser, to feel shamed. It's a terrible thing to do."

They stand and turn, rummaging through a drawer until they pull back, a lacey choker pinched between thumb and forefinger, their hands moving to carefully place it around your throat. You both stare back at your reflection, Iridyn expression brighting and they smile.

"I would much rather help you feel beautiful, and in a style that suits you."

You huff a laugh, a faint smile, "I'm more used to trying to be unnoticed. All of the attention… has been a little overwhelming."

"Do you wish me to stop doting? I can if that's what you wish. If I had known sooner—“

You swallow and reach back, fingertips trailing against their hand. "No. I… I do enjoy it." Iridyn fumbles to clasps the choker, then eagerly reaches for your hand, taking it gingerly with clawed thumb and forefinger.

Looking at the reflections in the mirror, you give in to the little thought beginning to form in the back of your mind. You twirl underneath their hand, spinning to face them.

They blink rapidly before a smile wobbles onto their face.

"Am I also allowed to dress you?" You ask.

"M-me?" They all but squeak, "Oh goodness, gracious me!" They twitter in a fit of nervous giggling. Letting go of your hand to hide their face. Peeking out at you between splayed finger tips.

"It's only fair." A slow smile spreading across your lips.

"I too big for-for–"

You lift your chin, beginning to enjoy this sudden role reversal. "Nonsense," You say breezily. "I can at least do the buttons and put on jewelry, I can direct you to try things on at the very least."

They continue to twitter with nervous laughter. "I-I see why you said this was-was overwhelming!"

You laugh, carefully taking the steps down from the platform. “I think it will be fun,”

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