Yuna / Telamon / 1x

Does breaking your one wish willow about having to make him part of your life and love you forever affect him? Yes.

With the behavior pattern like Two Time, it does get a little bit... awkward and uncanny.

Well interaction otherwise the next day you went out after hanging out with your fellow friends, Azure stepped in and give you a bouquet of flowers from your favorite flower. Meanwhile in your mind, you thought that the wish actually came true the fact that he likes you back. And he immediately confesses.

Huh... Never thought he would confess that straightforward but a little bit of processing later, you just accepted it.

Some time later on you guys just had a very healthy relationship, until you went out to distract yourseld from talking with Two Time...

You shouldn't done that. At all. And now he's there gaslighting you saying that it's his fault for not paying attention to that sooner, and attempted to injure himself just to make you feel worried and intimidating towards what you feel (or do)

Sometimes he would just snapped back to his usual self and pretend, everything is fine. Seriously nothing is wrong with him unless you tell him to change his behavior, but all it did was making him irritated and defending that he CAN. But it's the opposite way of having to change himself.

Didn't you mention that you're supposed to love him forever and make him part of your life, without anyone bothering you? Well, let that sink in and really understand behind the whole situation.

He'll try his best to just make him look normal, be like the only crush you like, Two Time. Right? He'll be like the god awful crush you have to them. He'll make himself be like them. He'll make himself feel devoted to you. Right??? Right???

I mean you can stand the brutality that he caused at you for it. I mean, didn't he hurt you before? He'll judt apologize for his behavior. He'll try to learn back his mistakes, and correct them. He'll try his best to do everything you can possibly do to him, but even one step closer to snap back to reality won't help you at all. It's going to be in a loop until you off yourself.

Well, in the end, who couldn't think for your wish to be tragic... And by far what risks are you going to take and handle to get rid of his grasp on you...? Even finding a one wish willow had became scarce. Almost non-existent.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

While the Azure of the past might’ve indulged in aftercare, he hardly cares for it now. Unfortunately, it’s a bit of a necessity — being in contact with him for too long is enough to make you dizzy, you need to act fast to wash off the toxics he produced. Unless you're fine with fainting.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Azure has always felt a certain fondness for their hands. He used them a lot in gardening and in worshipping, small calluses formed over his palms and fingers. Though being forsaken’ has smoothed over the scars, replacing them with petal-soft skin. He misses the roughness of them, especially when he thinks about how much more you would enjoy it.

He likes your chest. Not just because of your breasts (although he does like them), but because of your heart beating underneath. Their own heart is a sensitive spot for him, yet being around yours brings a small sense of calmness to him. His favorite thing to do is press their ears against your skin, eyes fluttering shut as they listen to the rhythm of your heartbeat.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

His cum is infused with his toxins, making it a mild hallucinogen and a weak aphrodisiac. Because of this, they usually try to cum outside of you. Though if he had it his way, he’d cum inside of you every single time, if only to watch how you’d react to the poison as it seeps inside of you. 

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

It’s a force of habit, but sometimes even as they’re in bed with you, their mind wanders back to Two Time, just their mere thought of them getting them riled up and frustrated. They’ll never tell you, but you’ll feel him suddenly start thrusting faster as if reinvigorated. The thought leaves fast though, the face of their past fading as they focus back on you. 

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

His only other partner was Two Time, and even then the Spawn forbade them from doing anything out of sexual gratification. He’s a bit clueless, but he learns fast. 

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Azure will only fuck you if you’re in front of him, preferably with your wrists bound as well. Sure, you aren’t a certain cultist, but that doesn’t mean he trusts you enough to let you get too close to him, not without a little security, at least. He prefers being able to look at your back, the knowledge that he’s the one in control bringing a sense of comfort. 

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Azure isn’t much for talking, so he naturally comes off as brooding. Not that he minds all that much though. 

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He can’t exactly grow hair. His skin has been replaced with a petal-like material, soft to the touch. 

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

It depends, really. Azure isn’t exactly in the right state to be truly romantic, but on rare occasions you’ll find him surprisingly tender, softer than either of you thought he could be. Though it doesn’t exactly last, not when the Spectre is so determined to keep him hating. 

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He doesn’t. Even before being Forsaken’d, masturbation was deemed ‘unnecessary’ by the Spawn. Because of that, he never really got in the habit of it. Even now, he can’t find himself getting too into it. 

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Bondage - After the betrayal, he finds it hard to relax, especially in such a vulnerable situation. Usually, he’ll use his tentacles to bind and hold you still, but he isn’t against using ropes. He finds comfort in the control he has over you — the knowledge that, try as you might, you can’t hurt him. Not while he has your limbs all tied up, at least.

Intoxication - It comes naturally with him. His very skin is slightly toxic, able to produce gases with adverse effects. It’s not enough to hurt you, just get you dizzy and your mind all fuzzy. He finds it cute when you’re fumbling around and struggling to keep it together. He used to have a past with those same herbs, but since he’s immune to most effects now, he has a habit of reliving those memories through you.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He can’t be too choosy when it comes to forsaken, but he prefers somewhere scheduled. He isn’t against things like forests as long as there’s no one else around. Sex is a vulnerable moment for him, and he doesn’t want anyone seeing what they shouldn’t.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

For him, it’s your helplessness. Maybe it came with his indoctrination as a killer, but he can’t help but find those moments of weakness adorable, his instincts rising without him even realizing it. Plus, knowing you’re weaker than him is a much-needed solace.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He’s not the most well-versed in sex considering his upbringing, so he’s pretty vanilla. He prefers to keep things clean and simple, no need for overcomplicating things.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He can’t exactly give oral, given the zipper on his mouth. If it wasn’t for how uncomfortable it feels, he’d probably do it more. He loves the way you taste, especially when he can taste the remnants of himself in your juices. It reminds him of when he would experiment with different herbs and their effects. It takes a while for Azure to warm up to the idea of receiving, especially since technically you’re the one in charge. If he is going to let you go down on him, it’s usually accompanied by a hand gripping the back of your head, scrambling to control the pace.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Azure usually defaults to a faster pace, not exactly used to taking his time with things. He can be a bit too rough, unfamiliar with just how much power he’s supposed to be using. He might seem dismissive when you ask him to be more gentle, but you can feel his pace soften. 

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

While he isn’t the biggest fan of them, he can’t deny how convenient it is. He prefers to have sex with little attachment, not exactly ready to put his heart on the line again. Still, he doesn’t like the feeling of being rushed. 

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Azure is pretty vanilla, and he doesn’t really plan on expanding. It took him a while to warm up to the idea of sex itself, any other kinks are a bit iffy to him.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Being a killer, he has a lot more stamina than you do. Even then he’s not exactly the type to go until he’s tired, usually going one or two rounds before stopping.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He doesn’t exactly have access to toys in this realm, unless you count his tentacles. While they’re still a part of him, there’s still something a little degrading about having him watch you as you fall apart without him needing to touch you. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Azure isn’t much of a tease. If you’re a brat, he prefers to put you in your place by dominating you and fucking you so good you don’t have any room for those silly thoughts. He might get a little more playful the closer you to get, but he doesn’t exactly see the appeal. 

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Azure is more on the animalistic side, deep growls and low groans. The zipper makes it hard for him to speak, so don’t expect too much. 

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Sometimes he likes to sit back and watch you get ravaged by his golem, the sight of you struggling against his creation reinforcing his power over you. Don’t worry, he’ll step in eventually. 

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

His cock is a little oddly shaped, the tip pointed and the length a little more flaccid than most. It’s soft to the touch and a darker purple than the rest of his body. There are a few thick veins running through it, almost glowing purple.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Azure’s sex drive isn’t super high, especially since he wasn’t exposed to sex until recently. Still, he can see why it was posed as such a danger. It’s almost addicting. He constantly has to remind himself to hold back from getting attached. 

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Azure isn’t one for sleeping. But that doesn’t mean he’s immune to it. He doesn’t let himself relax until he knows you’ve fallen asleep first. Once he’s sure, it’s a debate between leaving you there or joining you. It’s hard to fight against the hate instilled in him, but on rare, rare occasions, the human side of him will win. The one that yearns for your touch, the one that drives him to curl around you, hesitant and clumsy. It’s a good thing you aren’t awake to see the conflicted expression on his face as he settles down, his hat reprimanding him as he does and making sure to tell him to not let this become a habit. 

Thinking about Self aware Phighters. At first, something will feel off to them. They feel their limbs are heavy—something, or someone controlling their movements. Not only that, a heavy weight on their shoulders, almost like a burning gaze searing their back—at the same time, it also felt... comforting. Like something was keeping them safe, guiding them.

Then, there comes the whisperings—if they could even call them that. It was more like yelling at the back of their minds, yet they couldn't discern what it was saying. But they somehow knew... it was cheering for them.

Though, there are specific hours where this 'guidance' fades away, letting them be free. It sometimes made them feel lonely.

Curiosity eventually brimmed in them. Was this force a friend, or a foe?

Sword first confides in Rocket, saying that there's this weird feeling that he's being guided. It felt really weird, especially that he didn't mind it. In fact, it helped him focus more in the Phights, earning more Bux than usual!

Rocket tells Sword that he's not alone, that he's been having that exact occurrence. That the 'gaze' was on him while he was helping Zuka around Da Shop. Sword then wondered if Medkit was also the same, and took Rocket with him to find out.

It wasn't long after that word spread around. This 'gaze' that had been watching the Phighters specifically. All agreed to group up in the middle of Crossroads.

The atmosphere was tense, especially between the Inphernals who had past history with eachother. But Sword cleared the air, stating about the situation they were all in. Nobody except them receiving that gaze.

"Could it be a higher deity above?" Sword pondered, his chin in his hand.

"How could it be? The Swords are barely out in public." Rocket chimed in, being beside him. Everyone else were also in deep thought of what could it be. "Not after... what happened."

"Then what else could it even be?" Slingshot crossed his arms, feeling a bit disoriented about the whole situation. "What even is this... being anyway?"

"I've always felt it...or them... in the sky." Medkit muttered, before looking at a specific direction out in the sky. The others followed his gaze, seeing the vast horizon above.

At first, it looked normal. The clouds drifted, with the birds flying by. Then they saw it. A thin, vein-like outline in the sky. It felt out of place, akin to someone plastering black tape. The more they stared at it, the more it became apparenr.

Suddenly, the sky started to crack like glass, before the shards fell off. There was a perfectly rectangular hole in the sky—except there was someone in the middle. That someone, who held that same gaze, the same feeling that made them safe.

You.

Your computer's light was practically the light source of your room as the sky was gloomy outside. You currently leaned back against your chair, currently engrossed in your switch.

In the screen, there sat Medkit and Ban Hammer. They were both sulking (Ban Hammer was more notably noticable with his sulking) at the lack of attention, with your gaze focused at the other game.

"What are you playing...?" Medkit suddenly mumbled, moving closer to the screen to see more properly. You perked up, spinning thwe chair to face them both.

"Oh, this? It's Tomodachi Life," you replied, showing the screen to the curious Inphernals. You were currently making the Phighters their own Miis, since you wanted them to be on your island.

"I'm currently creating everyone's Miis since I need residents in my island." You fiddled with the game's controls, before showing the two that you made them. "Here, I made you two. I still haven't made the others, though."

"What do you even do in this... game?" Medkit questioned, though looking pleased at the design of his own Mii that you made.

You explained that you basically care for them, you watch over your creations and help them meet other residents. Other than that, residents can befriend each other, and even fall in love with each other.

"Fall in love, huh?" Ban Hammer tsks, as if finding the prospect ridiculous. "Hah, why's that even a thing in that silly game?"

But, as if on cue, a little jingle came from your switch. It was Medkit's mii, with the text "What's up with Medkit?"

And it was the most dramatic scene of Medkit falling for your Mii. Your Mii was just looking at a bush of flowers, and when suddenly just at the right moment--the birds flew by as you looked up, and Medkit's mii just falls for them.

"Woah what?" You fall into a fit of cackles, in disbelief. "I just made you like, 5 minutes ago! How even--?" You couldn't even finish your sentence as you were giggling. Medkit just stayed silent as the scene went on.

"It would be funny if I confirmed-- hnk!" You snickered as you clicked the option "It must be love!" as Medkit's mii swoons.

"Well. That was unexpected." Medkit hummed. He even seemed quite pleased by it. His lips faintly curved upwards, seeing his Mii watching yours.

Ban Hammer, however, wasn't too happy about this. In fact, he visibly furrowed his eyebrows and huffed quietly. "The Doctor? Hmph."

Not even sparing a moment, another event happens. This time, Ban Hammer's mii bumped into your Mii. In his mii's view, your mii helped him up-- sparkles floating around your mii.

"Wh-What? How's that even possible-?!" This made you laugh even harder, your stomach starting to hurt.

"Why was I the one who fell?" Ban Hammer got real close to the screen, trying to press up his face up to the screen as Medkit tried to hold him back. There was almost a pout to his lips, but he wasn't entirely upset with it.

"Well... This is really unexpected, I just created you two, and you just suddenly fell in love!"

"I don't even think that a Mii could have two partners," You remarked, now observing your oblivious Mii as the other two followed behind it.

"Well, if your.. Mii... had to pick one, then it should be mine!" Ban Hammer declared, crossing his arms in a smug grin.

"Why you?" Medkit suddenly interjected, almost defensive. Ban Hammer scoffs, as if the answer was already obvious.

The exchange turned into a full on quarrel. Over whether your Mii should with either of them. You just sat quietly in the background, with Tomodachi Life just running in the background.

Despite their bantering, one similar consensus reached in their minds.

If they couldn't express their affection in the same reality, then a silly game would make do for them.

You sat on your desk chair with your computer running in the background, Phighting open with two arguing Inphernals in the background.

You were supposed to do coursework today, but the weather outside was making it hard to focus and made you sleepy. So, you booted up Roblox to waste the day away, which led you to now.

"[Name], when are ya gonna get into a match? Sub-Fart's getting annoying as hell with his yapping." Coil whined, before Subspace sneered in the back.

"Annoying?! I'll have you know--!" Coil just shushed him, also plugging his ears as he rolled his eyes while Subspace was just spouting muffled nonsense.

"I'm almost done, I'll just add finishing touches.. and..." You scribbled on the touchscreen of your Switch with the stylus before setting it down on you desk. "Done."

"What's that?" Coil raised an eyebrow, walking close to the screen as he left Subspace alone. Subspace grumbled as he reluctantly followed Coil, his interest being piqued.

"Tomodachi Life," You simply replied. "I'm making you and the others for my island."

You proceeded to explain what the game was--basically just taking care of residents and helpign them make friends, or even make them have relationships with others.

"Hm. Sounds boring," Coil teased. You rolled your eyes at his antics. "It's not thrilling like phighting."

"It sounds pointless!" Subspace objected, crossing his arms. "What you SHOULD be doing, is something useful! What about that coursework that you were supposed to be doing?"

In their objections, something happened with Subspace's mii. This quieted down the two as they watched with uncharacteristic curiousness. They even leaned in to the screen, watching the Switch.

Subspace's mii falls over, and you hovered your own Mii to help him up. But in the process of that, Subspace unexpectedly falls for your Mii. This made your jaw drop.

"Wh-- I just made him! How??" You watched as it went on. Subspace was uncharacteristically quiet, watching intently and not even opposing it.

"Pft-- He fell and you helped him up, and that's what it took to fall in up?" Coil mocked, almost jabbing at Subspace himself. Though, there was slight tension in his expression, despite the cocky, teasing remark.

Though, as soon as that happened, Coil's mii had an event too. A prompt popped up, "What's happening with Coil?"

To Subspace's dismay, Coil's mii fell for your mii. You mii was obliviously and peacefully walking, and passed by his Mii. His mii, of course, ended up falling for them.

"That's even more pathetic!" Subspace cackled. "Unlike yours, I actually HAD interaction with them!"

"Oh, shuut up!" Coil seemed flustered, as if the game was directly affecting him. "Whatever, they'll end up with me anyways than your boring and egotistical ass, Sub-Fart!"

"I think not, you idiot!" Subspace seemed ready to actually debate seriously on this matter. "I would be the better option! I actually have fine qualities, unlike a stealing wanted criminal!"

Now you have two Phighters who were seriously fighting over your Mii in a silly game... but it was funny, and a bit endearing.

What are the odds of being chased down by animal double or triple your size, such as a hungry bear for example, best course of actions are definitely trying to run and find somewhere to hide or lay low and flat against the ground and let it grow uninterested in you.

It definitely doesn't work that way with these horned creatures.

You don't remember when they start chasing you, you don't know why they're chasing you, many of them on the street only look for a glance at you and gasped, mostly taken back and bewildered by the sight of you, which is understandable, you look very alien among these creatures.

You don't know why some of them does the opposite, straight up chasing you and summoning weapon from thin air, your eyes widen as one of them swings their weapon and creating some sort of colorful air slash towards you, it manage to hit you before you could properly register the sight, drawing blood and painful cries as they create large deep gash against your wrist.

You stumble and gasp while clutching your bleeding hand, heart thumping wildly and vision becomes blurry with blood rushing to your head from the panic alone, your body crashing against nearby wall and bumping unceremoniously over trash cans, spilling the containment inside and make your head spins more from the awful smells.

God, you're losing so much blood, you didn't notice how your body are literally shaking — you're way too focused upon the large gash upon your wrist, you'd lose an arm if they sent that gruesome attack in different way.

You wish not to think further about it.

there's so much things happening and you continue to lose more blood, the sight of the wound alone enough to make you throw up and faint, but with the adrenaline pumping through your veins and the knowledge of creatures double your size currently chasing after you, you can't really have that option.

You pant shakily, trying to collect yourself as much possible and look up to your aggressors, to your surprise they just, halt their movements, staring down at you. Confusion etches clearly across your face, they seems so ready to rip you apart a moment ago and now they're just standing idly, unmoving while seemingly lost in thoughts, or so you believe from their blank stares.

You're not sure what to do in this silent staring contest, perhaps these creatures only act if their prey moves, which is right now where you're completely still as untouched water surface, completely paralyzed by fear.

In their silent you finally registered there's about three of them, variety in size and horn shapes, you couldn't help but shudder as your eyes trails towards the tallest demon looming over the other smaller two from behind, predator-like eyes staring at yours in return with weapon in hand almost the same size of themself.

You're sure one swing of that weapon would immediately kill you—squash you like a bug—if you're not careful enough.

Your breath caught in your throat as one of the closest to you immediately let out deep groan that almost similar to a growl while shaking their head like they were in a trance, their gaze snaps away from you and immediately jump towards the tallest demon, catching the tallest in surprise as they stumble back to the ground.

You cringe upon the small earthquake they created, and the other demon immediately join in by attacking the first one that attack the tallest demon, unsure if they're trying to separate them or joining into the sudden barrel of fight.

It's like watching your cats starting to attack each other out of nowhere.

You snap from your own trance of watching these demon creatures fighting each others, stumbling to your feet and start make a run, it's a one chance opportunity before they catch up on you once again.

Groaning uncomfortably as you clutch your bleeding wrist with your uninjured hand, trying to put as much pressure you could muster to slow down the bleeding, your feet drags across the ground before gaining pace, panting and huffing while you decide to slip through nearby alleyways and avoid the busy crowds as much possible.

You're not sure what you should do in this situation; you're completely lost in a different world with demons walking through the streets like normal civilians — some of them more aggressive than the others, you're bleeding and losing so much blood, and you're slowly being chased with fatigue due to your unsatisfied hunger.

Shuddered breath escapes your lips, feet growing heavier as the hours passes, the adrenaline within you slowly dies down as your brain convince you that you're safe from those demons.

Truth to be told, you had run for who know how long now, seeing there's no sign of those demons from before chasing you, you seems to be in complete different area too, your body leans against the brick wall besides you—slowly sliding down to the ground due to your legs refuse to support your heavy body any longer.

For the first time in awhile, you finally take a proper breath, greedily gulping down the air you desperately needed, your head lean back tiredly against the uncomfortable hard wall, there's no use to complain with the current predicament, anything you could get right now is a blessing.

Think.

You should think.

You still struggle to wrap your head around what happened today in matter of hours, you still remember clearly you're working on your last semester college project, and the next you found yourself in a completely different world with demons as the majority of its living.

Did you died? Are you in hell?

... That's unfortunately not possible.

If you're in hell there's a chance your large wound would heal immediately and you'd be ready to be tortured again by demons for your sins — if you remember correctly how hell would work in various religious books you've read.

That and the fact this place doesn't scream anything hellish; it's a normal looking city, day turn to night and the street lamp lights up one by one to light up the dark streets, you swear you heard birds chirping and hooting somewhere above you and hear their wings flapping. Definitely you're not in hell.

You can't recall anything that leads you to the current scenario, your brain refuses to remember anything.

You couldn't help but sigh in defeat, eyes trailing down to your broken bloody wrist, the sight alone makes your stomach churns uncomfortably, you don't understand how did you survive that nasty attack and still alive till now, or you're gonna die here soon, there's too much factors playing right now that will lead you to early death.

Despite everything and possible death around the corner, you're a little bit irritated at yourself, you could at the very least finish that last college project, that way if you're missing right now, your classmates will probably search your apartment and found your finished work and help you submit them to the professors.

Wether they like it or not is another problem for your future self, definitely not now with you dying and bleeding out on random alleyways in the evening.

A sound of approaching footsteps halt your movement and warn your heart in sudden caution, your eyes hastily look left and right in fear trying to depict where it came from, the alleyways unfortunately too dark for your eyesight, despite the light coming from the window of buildings around you, it's not enough to shine away the dark corners from the alleyways.

The loose grip on your broken hand tighten again, trying your best to find a small grounding to yourself in facing the possible looming threat around the corner.

There you finally see them, the red horned demon that you stumbled before, not together with the blue horned demon one, they're alone. You are alone with them.

You don't understand the sudden relief washing over their expression upon seeing you nor the bag of food they hold close to their body and how delicious it smells.

Your stomach immediately growls.

If you could dig the ground beneath your feet right now, you'd do so in a heartbeat and burry yourself alive underneath the soil, praying your body becomes a wonderful additional nutrition for the dying earth and flowers would bloom beautifully on top of your decomposed body.

They seems to be caught of guard too with the sound coming from you before resounding amused huff escape their mouth.

You know, dying doesn't sound so bad right now more than this continuous onslaught of embarrassment you made.

You don't have time to be embarrassed by your stomach as you watch them start walking closer, blood immediately pumping through your vein as your brain register the red horned demon as danger.

Unfortunately, you twist your body and stand on your feet too fast to let your tired legs register the movements, a nasty snap filled the alleyway, painful cries soon followed with newly dislocated legs.

The red horned demon move quickly on their feet to catch you before you face planted to the ground, you're sure your heart jump to your throat as they so easily lift you off the ground like couple of grapes, talking in the familiar gibberish noises you've heard when you met them.

A broken whine escapes you as their hand and claws puts pressure on you injured hand, catching them by surprise but now aware of your injuries, their movement becomes much gentler, slowly putting you down to the ground and inspect your wound with worry.

You're taken by surprise at their gentleness in treating you, the last thing you expect from a demon-like creature was to be gentle. Perhaps your judgement clouded by those demons before, you cannot fully blame yourself, but you're guilty still for judging them.

"FUCK!"

Okay. Nevermind.

They were taken back by your sudden yell and immediately lift both of their hands up in sight of surrender, how can you not when they straight up pop your leg back into place, "A warning would be nice, you know?" You groan painfully, rubbing your leg they had fixed with your uninjured hand.

Do your eyes deceive you, or their guilty face looks like a sad, worried puppy? You think you're starting to hallucinate with the blood loss.

You pursued your lips as they look at you in return, genuine guilt written on their face as they spoke something gibberish softly - what you could only assume is them apologizing, their hands slowly lower down and reach out to their belt pocket, you could only watch in silence as they produce fresh roll of bandage.

They stare at your injured hand and look back to you, silently asking permission to treat you and you can't help but slowly comply to their wish, nodding in return to give them a head on, they say something again you couldn't understand, possibly a gratitude.

Their hands are not the most experience with the bandage you noted, it's a little bit sloppy, rather nervous perhaps with touching you, you're not sure what to think, so you just watch silently as they lift your sleeve up to see the injury.

You look away almost immediately, the sight of it makes your stomach churn uncomfortably, you hiss as they accidentally brush their claws again on your open wound, they immediately utter an apology in their language when they caught on it.

You could only offer them a reassuring smile and a wave from you other hand, they took it and offer their own shy smile, you can't lie to yourself it was quite an adorable smile for a demon.

When they return to their task at hand — bandaging you up, you can't help the curiousity get the best of you and study them.

Despite sharing some similiar anatomy with you as a human, you couldn't deny they look a bit uncanny for you at first, their eyes are oval and black, they lack some human features such as nose, ears, and hair, and how square-ish their head are instead of round with slight shapes to it.

They murmur something you still doesn't have the ability to understand, which is quite frustrating to admit yet you cannot help but express gratitude to them, "Thank you for patching me up..." Is all you could say in return and you're not sure they'll understand that, but they look pleased enough with their work.

It's quite sloppy, but it'll do.

A sandwich deliberately being shoved to your vision and you look to see them holding it, offering the piece of food with a smile, you're surprised to see something familiar as you assume their food would be more alien looking, perhaps you judge the book by its cover too much.

You can't help how your mouth start to water as you take their offering, immediately shovelling it down in couple of bites from how hungry you are, they watch in surprise before letting out a small amused laugh, which you're a little bit embarrassed about it, but hey, you've been skipping meals all day and losing lots of blood from being hunted by demons, they can't judge.

You couldn't help but shyly look up at them, one sandwich unfortunately not enough after everything you've gone through, they seems to notice this and offer a beaming smile, hand rummaging through the paper bag they hold and pull another food, this time it's a strawberry toast filled with cream and you immediately took it with a thank you, now eating much more slower as you feel embarrassed from your previous action.

You can't help but feel like a newly adopted cat being watched by a new cat owner.

They look at you with such childish curiousity and wonder, you noted from a small glance how their sparkling eyes study your features like you were before with them, you can't help but feel a little uncomfortable because they are not trying to be subtle about it, eyes all shining and sparkling like a kid looking at a present under the christmas tree.

Being seen as an interesting looking creature — quite literally, is not in your bucket list of the year.

After you finished your meal they were about to fish another from the paper bag but you stop their hands before they could pull another out, way too flustered of being not subtly watched by them, even though it was innocent curiousity on their part, you're still understandbly embarrassed.

You were about to stand up and ready to take your leave, you had make a fool of yourself too much in front of them, unfortunately your legs still weak and you stumble forward before they catches you in their arms again, face planting straight inbetween their....... Breasts.

You want to explode yourself.

Either they wish to save your dignity and doesn't show any kind of reaction or they view the exchange as something not to be dramatic over, you're grateful regardless because the urge to run away and scream on top of your lungs is getting stronger the more you embarrass yourself in front of them.

They steadily coax you back to sit down on the hard pavement much to your dismay and you could only stares at them as their hands fidgets against the clips that kept their cape together before draping it over your head, their hands brush against your hair as they tug their cape to cover your forehead, shrouding your vision a little.

You were about to ask what they're doing but cut yourself off with a yelp as they hoisted you up in their hold, carrying you with practiced ease, their grip are strong as they make sure you don't slip from their grasp, supporting your body with one hand for a moment before reaching out to another end of his cape and wrap it around you, covering almost half of your upper body and let your legs dangling out.

...

Fuck, is this domestication?

They had fed you foods and they start to walk towards the open street with light quicken pace, you're not sure where they're gonna brought you, their home? Your body refuse to make a fuss, still weak and tired, despite them fixing your legs before, you're very aware of the squeezing hot static feelings on it, you're not sure you could even outrun them especially how they're taller and more build up than you.

You could only pray for any gods above for them to not hurt you.

Sword made his way across the street, trying to avoid as much crowds in favor to not get too much attention from other inphernals around him and the look of curiousity they would offer him with the weird looking creature in his cradles, which he had tried his best to cover most of their alien-like features with his cape, it's starting to get very late and for sure.

Venomshank will fuss over him coming home this late than normal, unfortunately as much as he wish to go home now to avoid possible lectures, he can't leave the hornless creature alone, hell even when they're awfully injured and need to be looked after medically, with that in mind he makes his way to Medkit's apartment.

The sky had gotten darker and the street lamps came to life one by one to guide his path.

His eyes trails down to look over the hornless creature in his arms, they look so still in his arm and he can't really blame them, probably scared to the core of the current predicament and himself, it's a natural instinct to be wary over something you're not familiar with, and he believes they're not from around here either.

Despite sharing almost the familiar traits of inphernals, they lack many aspects of it, they look very weird, cute and weird in a way he couldn't describe.

Their body are softer than inphernals, he can't help but noted that in his mind as he held them, quite squishy too when he remembers patching their bleeding hand, quite the sloppy job he had done, but it's only temporary until he can get them to Medkit.

They're much quieter than he would like, he want to offer them comforting words but the language barrier prevent him to, he lightly move them again to one hand while the other awkwardly pat their head, earning himself a long prolonged stares, he's not sure what their stare means, but it definitely not positive reaction — if their expression any goes by, eerie.

He cringed at himself and take his hand away, returning itself to carry their weight and murmur quick apology despite him knowing they wouldn't understand him.

He greets Shotgun when he stumbled upon her at the apartment lobby, which in return giving him a familiar nod and hum of acknowledgement, before a frown appears on her face when her eyes landed upon the bundle of cloak in his arm, clearly questioning it, especially with the weird looking feets danggling and poking out under Sword's cape.

"did you uh, killled someone, kid?" She question

Sword sputter as his eyes widen at the accusation, "What? No!"

"Then what's under that cape?"

"Injured creature." Not exactly wrong, but more so exclaimed weirdly, "I need to bring them to Medkit." The hornless shuffle around in his hands and make noises he still couldn't decipher, but it's loud enough to be heard by both inphernals.

Shotgun stares at him and then down to the bundle of cape, catching a glimpse of a pair of shining eyes staring at her under the apartment's light, too eerie and uncanny in its own way, she could only waves her hands and sigh tiredly, "Nevermind, just go. I'm too tired dealing with some shits today."

Sword sigh in relief as he watches her leave, hastily he moves upstairs to where Medkit's apartment would be, carefully minding his hornless company and his steps, glancing down once awhile to make sure they're okay, their eyes catches his and their gaze still look eerie, it's a complete contrast of how they would look at him in the alley, it's like staring at a frightened animal.

Maybe they are now, he wants to comfort and reassure them, but he had tried before and the lack of ability to understand each others get in a way for his personal frustrations.

The familiar apartment's number came to view and he shuffled his hornless company to one hand as the other knocking on the door fast, "Medkit? Medkit I need help please!"

There's sound of shufflling behind the door before the familiar sight of irritated looking inphernal greets him, he was about to greet Sword before he picked a rich alluring smell coming from a bundle of cloth in his hands, one almost similiar to inphernal's blood but more potent, his frown deepen as he stares at the curious weird looking feet dangling outside the fabric cover.

"Sword, did you accidentally killed someone?"

"No!" He yelps, "I haven't killed anyone I swear! It's just," His free hand moves to tug the cape aside and reveals his hornless companion, "they're badly injured, I believe they got attacked by some inphernals before I could get to them."

Medkit's was too stunned to speak, his eyes widen in genuine surprise as it landed upon the hornless creature in Sword's grasp, they anatomically almost look like any normal binphernal, yet they lack the important feature of having horns and rather has odd looking features across their face.

"Sword, where did you found them again?" He inquire curiously

"I found them in the alleyways," He explains, "I found them before this state, it was around afternoon when I was walking with Rocket back to Da Shop after running some errands for Zuka, it was because we smell something strong and weirdly nice coming from one of the alleyways in the city, and we stumbled upon them.

"They look frightened seeing us, I tried to approach them slowly but they immediately bolted when I accidentally crushed a canned drink underneath my feet, I found them again alone the second time in another alleyway due to their strong smells emitting from their wounds."

Medkit hummed in acknowledgement to his explanation, his eyes return to Sword's hornless companion, still completely comfortable being carried by Sword in his arms.

He stares at them.

They stares at him.

Medkit's hand slowly reaches out toward them in genuine curiosity, immediately having his hand being swatted by them as they glare at him and saying something in gibberish. Sword immediately apologize in their behalf.

They're sentient enough, he mentally noted.

"I'm surprised they don't attack you?"

"I gave them some food er... I bought them some foods in hope I could attract them. In a way."

Medkit stares down at the hornless creature once more, he swears they look like they're ready to jump him any minute if he does something funny.

He could only sigh tiredly, it's already late and as much he has a lot of questions unanswered, he could clearly see the sloppy job of bandage Sword had done, "come inside, bring them to my examination table, I'd prepare some of the medical tools needed to fix them up."

Sword beams when Medkit agree to help, he slips into his apartment as Medkit himself close the door behind him, he doesn't understand why his hornless companion suddenly flinch out of nowhere, he was about to check them before their hand gripped his shirt tightly.

That's a calibration table right? It should be, even though you don't know the difference between medical beds, the sight of various medical tools besides it enough to make your heart hammer anxiously.

You stare as the teal horned demon make his way towards the medical tools you assumed their own, preparing necessary tools and sanitize them for safer interactions.

Blood pumping through your veins, heart and mind screaming for your body to move to an action, anything instead of lying dormant on your red demon companion, clearly they're trying to do inspection on you, a domestication, a dehumanization, something.

You need to move.

Your breath hitch as your grip on the red demon's clothes tighten, your gaze snap towards them talking to you, they had loosened their grip and you immediately took the opportunity, your hand doesn't hurt anymore.

With enough force, you push and wriggle on their grip with all the strength you got, catching them off guard as you fall from their cradle, landing yourself on the cold floor, you groaned painfully before standing up almost instantly.

Barelling yourself towards the teal demon and sending them tumbling and crashing to the medical bed with surprise, medicines and medical tools fall from the table due to the table making an impact against it, emitting various shattering and clattering noises.

You stumble on your feet when the red demon return their hold on you, not strong enough to grip or hurt you, which giving you an opportunity to turn around in their hold and facing them.

Your eyes immediately landed on their gladiator hatwear, your hands swiftly grab the visor and shove it down, they let out a surprise yelp as their vision obscured, giving your opportunity to shove your head under their chin and sending them tumbling to the floor.

Your head hurt from that, but you ignore it for now and run straight to the front door where they had brought you, you let out a curse when you try to twist the handle and it doesn't budge, clearly already locked, you were about to look around for nearby keys but catch the sight of the shadow with large horn.

You spun around on your feet and immediately being lifted up with ease by the teal demon, they said something in their own mother's tongue that you have the feeling they're cursing you, thankfully they don't have enough time to restrain your arms and rather hold you up like a cat under its armpit.

Your hands immediately reaches out and grab their horns, catching them by surprise before you forcefully shakes them and their head in addition, earning you painful yell from them as they let you go, and you immediately took the opportunity to barrel against them like a bull with your head, sending them crashing again against nearby wooden table.

Your eyes landed on nearby window, making immediate haste towards it, struggling against the lock before unlocking it, you let out a short gasp of victory before drawing it cries.

Unfortunately it was short lived before something snipes against your back and you let out painful cries, you catch the sight of the teal demon holding a revolver and aimed at you, what item he had injected buried quite deep within your shoulder.

Before you could register and reach out to the sharp item to pull out, your vision start to becomes blurry and fading, sudden tiredness embrace you as the adrenaline within your veins dying down, you stumble upon your feet before falling to the ground.

The collision against the hard cold floor is painful, but it slowly become numb when your vision start to fade and your eyes becomes heavy.

You feel tired.

Curse that teal demon.

Sword pants when he finally makes his way to the living room, eyes filled with worry and concern for his friend and his hornless companion, his heart jump to his throat when he see them lying unmoving — a needle like dart planted against their shoulder.

"Why did you do that?!"

"I have to," Medkit groans while holding his head, headache slowly forming due to the hornless gripping his horns with such strength and shakes him like maracas, he stands up slowly whilst holding the end of the falling table, "it's a very small amount of sedative, I believe it'll not harm them much, I hope."

His eyes goes back and forth between his dead sleeping companion and Medkit, taken back by his friend's insane action, not expecting he'd do such thing without actual danger being present.

Sword doesn't utter a word as he makes his way to the hornless, gently plucking the needle off their shoulder, he turn their body around and look at their face, peaceful with no sight of pain, he let out a small sigh of relief seeing it, at least Medkit being truthful.

The smell of their blood makes his breath hitch once more, the bandage that suppose to cover their wound slowly becoming undone — thanks to his own job not doing it right.

He gulped the saliva gathering in his mouth while breathing deeply, feeling the familiar beat of his heart hammering in his chest when the smell of their wound entice his senses.

"Careful now," Medkit chime, "It seems their species blood attract our senses to overdrive if we smells it too long."

"I, I know." He stutters.

Carefully he try his best to ignore the smells as he carries them, returning to the previous room where Medkit's personal clinic lies within, now half of the tools on the table before lies scattered across the floor and some medical bottles shattered.

Medkit asses the damage and could only sigh before looking back at him, "Lie them down on the table, please."

Sword comply without words, gently lying them on the table and be mindful of their wound, he can't help but groans as the smell of their blood continues to mess with his senses, hand flying to his head as he try to rub the aches away.

Medkit came from behind and lies his hand on his shoulder, giving gentle reassuring pats, "I'd take care of them, you should go home, Sword."

"But—"

"I will call you later to talk about their condition, you can also visit them again in the morning."

He could only let out a small sigh at that and nod, he's not wrong that he should go home now before getting a much more longer lecture from Venomshank.

With a nod he bid Medkit a goodbye as he make his way towards the front door, opening it with the keys lying nearby.

He looks back again to catch a glimpse of the hornless sleeping peacefully on the table, chest rising up and down to show they're still breathing and alive, before the sight was concealed with Medkit walking towards their sleeping figure and inspecting their wounds.

Sword sigh wistfully, hoping they'd be fine tomorrow, maybe he could bring some foods again as an apology.

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I do not expect there would be a lot of folks want me to continue this story holy, but I'm grateful you guys like it enough and wish to be tagged for the next chapter!

My personal HC is that inphernals are way much stronger than human in general, a newborn spawn/inphernal equals to average adult human's strength, their body are build that way due to hard and violent environment they lived in from young age and how they need to survive so they could at least reaches adulthood or someone that will took them in, reason why the reader described as light when being carried by Sword.

Medkit describe reader to have earthly color skin due to us in general are not paper white like some inphernal nor grey, I'm not sure if that's the best description, but I'd see a better way to describe our skin in the future in more exclusively way (I'm open for suggestions since I don't speak eng).

How did you get here?

One moment you almost finished your last year college project and decided to go out for a walk for some fresh air and... what were you doing before ending up here?

No, you're not dreaming, you believe so. If countlessly slapping yourself on the face and pinching your skin as hard as you can could be any indicator, you do register the pain.

Perhaps it's not enough, because you're seeing people littered the street adorned with colourful horns in different shapes and sizes — they're not human that for sure, their physical appearance is way bigger than average human's build and their skin color range from paper white to inky black. in the contrary they look like those children's drawings of how they would depict a cartoon demon character.

You stumbled backwards as you see one of them walk towards the alleway you're in, hurriedly you hide near nearby dumpster, hoping it'll not see you by any means.

There's sound of footsteps and shuffling of plastic before a metal panel being opened and then shut closed, what you could assume they're throwing away their trash, you can't help but groan at the awful smell for a while but decided it best to keep it quiet until they leave, you take a little peek behind your hiding place and watch as the figure leaves and start walking down the street and their figure disappear.

"Okay..." You need to consider your current predicament,

One, you're not dreaming. That you had confirmed, and you try to slit yourself a tiny bit with supposed nearby broken glass again for extra measurements, watching the trickling of red liquid travel across your palm from the small cut, you're still here and you feel the pain, you're very much wide awake.

You rubbed your bleeding hand lightly to your clothes, lightly winced of the familiar sting from the open wound, thankfully it'll probably need couple of hours to heal or a day since you only did a small cut on your open palm.

Two, there's these demon-like creatures roaming around the street, you can't understand any words they utter no matter how hard you try to understand them; it's all sounds gibberish in your ears.

Three…, your stomach suddenly grumbles embarrassingly, you can't help but wince at the horrid noises it made, you have forgotten to eat again when you were so focused on doing your project before, you hadn't properly taken care of yourself and your body in general. Now you're in a very unknown place, filled with humanoid-like creatures as its civilians, and a very hungry stomach and a desire to at least put something in your mouth to chew and swallow.

There are not many options to get foods around here as it looks like you're in a city area with lack of greenery or forest, you could try rummaging through the trash maybe… No, too dirty and there's a big possibility of sudden sickness, that and the fact you have no access to medical treatment in this unknown place if you do get sick, you're just planning your early demise doing so.

"......?"

The familiar gibberish noises makes your heart drop to the pit of your stomach, your head whipped around to the owner of the voice and given the sudden desire to jump, two of those horned creatures staring directly at you figure, one using an attire resembling a warrior with red horns, while their friend has fancy robotics limb and blue visor in the same color of their twin horns. Large black pupils staring at your smaller figure almost intensely.

Hey, there's this thing about possible alien abduction since you're pretty much very alien to them with the way they're staring at you. You could be captured, strapped to the calibration table, and dissected by curious scientists who want to study your anatomy or even worse possibly being kept as a cute little pet and stripped away from your autonomy.

You should run right? You definitely should run; you're cornered to the wall but there's an opening nearby and an empty looking street ahead. You should run, now. Your body should move or this will be the end of your life.

The two demon-like creatures finally break eye contact from you and talk to one another, glancing towards you once a while, possibly talking about their next action. One of them sighed and the other smiled, the red horned one, returns their attention to you and you can't help but flinch.

You should run. Why are you not moving. Your heart hammer loudly in your chest, static noises slowly filling your ears in internal panic.

The red horned demon's feet make noises with the aluminium can under their boots, and you immediately bolted, leaving them both in surprise as one of them seems to try and call for you.

Your body filled with fear and adrenaline as you run towards the opening street, the creatures slowly filling the once empty street and you couldn't be careless about bumping to any of them, ignoring the gasps and yelps from the strangers as couple of them got a clear look at you.

You need to run and find somewhere to hide.

End Notes:

Oh man, I didn't expect to finish this in one day??? But I'm glad I did because that mean I have more time to refine the story later, this first chapter literally "fuck it we ball" without proper planning.

I hope you guys like the introduction! if enough people show interest, I may continue the story :]

jolting awake from your soft bed. the sun greeting you through the few gaps of the curtains. your heart was calm and steady. compared to the night previous. even if it was for the fact that you were having the memories of the day before replaying in your mind. the scent of iron… the metallic tang of blood on your nostrils. the sound of things that you would not even hear in a time period such as this or outside of the horror genre. you slowly laid back on your bed. feeling the catatonic state of your being, from the emotional rollercoaster that was yesterday. you closed your eyes tightly. letting out a shaky breath that held a second too long. before slowly fluttering them opened, staring at the white ceiling. it was much warmer compared to when you woke up in the hospital. it was much kinder. it was not like the cold one where you had woken up, scared and alone. in between what was just a dream and what was reality… it was difficult months back then. and it still was. endless thoughts and shadows remain and lingers in every crevice of your mind. but it was a lot quieter… well it was a lot more quiet.

you slowly pushed yourself off your bed. your bedsheets were wrinkled. imprinting against your cheek, drool was evident in the corner of your lips. your dreams were nonexistent. your dreams were rather small in numbers. though each one was cherished. however, currently there were also no nightmares as well. even when nightmares was more in numbers compared to your dreams. remembering them was overwhelming. sickening. waking up in the morning was a struggle. a struggle to not run to the bathroom, to not expel the thoughts, the fears… every single thing that had your hands scrubbed to the point it was red and raw. or when you wake up in the morning to see nothing but bile in the toilet bowl because you could not eat the night previously. it was truly cumbersome and antagonising to your mental psyche. but you had to power through… somehow… some kind of way.

sitting there. in the comfort of your home. it had been weeks since you had return to your humble abode. spending weeks travelling brazil. searching for some semblance. and that you were able to finally had the confirmation that everything you lived was not some dream. that you had suffered but you had tried your best for them. that had made you the happiest… although… now… it was a different story all together. your eyes glanced down upon your hand. the memory of last night was still strong. it was steadying. perhaps the mental load and the onslaught of information was too much for your fragile mind to truly. you needed to write. make sense of the world in words and text than leave it festering in your mind. using what you had seen and facts right in front of you. with great effort, you had pushed yourself off the bed. still feeling vertigo as you moved and swayed towards the table. but settling down your desk. grabbing what loose pen or pencil laid sitting around. 

you continued to write. unaware of what changed in your room. you did not notice the random doodled hearts left in post it notes. it was tucked amongst your stationary. you did not notice the scent of the room had the lingering scent of something sweet, with some lingering metallic tang. a floral scent that lingered a little too long in certain spots in the room. like a ghost that continued to watch over you even when their presence had long gone for hours. you did not even notice a few insignificant items went missing. a charm. a pen. anything that would not ring alarm bells for you. there was even the scent that lingered in the kitchen. like it stayed there for a moment too long. like it was debating on wanting to make your day much easier for you to manage. like it was devoted to make even your morning less taxing and stressful. but thought against it.

because pierrot knew. he had played these games before. obsession after obsession. to search for them over and over again. it was years. over a century. and he still held onto a hope so strong that they would come back to them. it was all consuming. years of honing and understanding. he had learnt more to see. but to the others. it was saddening. to see one of their own spiral in the end. it was hard to reason with him when he got like this. it was worst when the realisation was that the person was not them at the end of the day. pierrot was never perfect. and the idea that the person he had devoted himself to was not them… it always broke something in him. and he went blank. by the time he came to, he did not remember anything but columbina trying to soothe him and the others cleaning up his mess. it was a viscous cycle… but this time… he was sure it was them. it had to be. even when harlequin kept reasoning with him. his oldest friend… while also the reasoning for why they had ended up in this situation… even when columbina tried to get them to reconcile. 

but even when the shadows lingered in the corner. concerned for your wellbeing, it knew it would have to part. yet with a simple distant chime of a bell. it had disappeared back to its host. but you had paused. turning towards the direction at the sudden noise. your eyes slowly blinked. wondering if it was just your imagination. bells? was someone outside your apartment or your neighbour ringing bells early in the morning. your eyes scanned your room, to your balcony. like something was going to jump and scare you. a minute. two. you finally turned away to return to the chaos that was you writing everything on a page. no rhyme. no timeline. nothing yet. organising it would come afterwards. you just need to spill everything first on the page without having to think of everything. so you did not miss some information that could possibly be missing because you were too focused on getting your facts straight. yes. it was nonsensical at times. seeing the scribbles in the margins and the moments of you expressing and spilling your emotions through the lined paper. 

then once you had written down lines upon lines, you stared at it long and hard. it was a mess of information. so you started to put it in order. slow and methodical. without the emotional quips and outbursts through random parts. precise. writing from the time you had woken up back in this time. then to your trip to brazil. then everything from the circus. about meeting ██████ in the blue tent. rather… intense reaction from the man in the suit and the top hat, ticket taker when he was referred to sapphire. rather… intense iconography that everyone seems to have for this person. just line by line. put in bullet point form. easy to read. easy to understand. straight facts and speculations. like who was who. what stories told you about each one. how… each and everyone behaved. from your observations. slowly stood up, finding your jacket. 

until you emptied the contents on the table. the cyan ticket. the smooth surfaces of stones that have become some palm stone to comfort you. a small comfort to rub between your fingers. until you paused. one stone was missing. your frowned a bit. started rooting through your pocket. the amethyst stone was missing. you stared at each one. counting over and over. one. two. three. four. five. but the sixth one was missing. when did you drop it? did you drop it in your haze last night? was it somewhere in the circus? realising you were going downhill of thoughts, ❝ breathe. ❞ you told yourself. inhale. exhale. you can always buy another one. panicking over one simple stone… you sighed softly. in the end of the day. it was not a simple stone. it was something that had represented them. closing your eyes tightly. with everything set in front of you in a simple format. you just knew. it was a matter of facing them. maybe some more to think. a quick drop to the cafe and go grocery shopping. it was too much for the early morning. 

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when pierrot returned back to the circus. there was the lingering scent of a human attached to him. like he had found another victim to his delusions. and harlequin watched with a frown on his face. after that talk the day before. he had been keeping an eye on his old friend… friend. he was not too sure if he could truly say that. a frown was evident on his mask. green eyes flickered, seeing how much calm and happier pierrot was… but that was on the physical side of things. he can see through pierrot. they were the first to have met one another. he had known pierrot the longest. and he can see. he can see the way pierrot was. and when all of them shared the same experiences with one another. harlequin had watched every one of them fall in bad habits. he was no saint or angel. he was aware. but that did not truly helped his case. guess that was the issue to even if you were self aware, chances are it did not stop unhealthy habits. 

but today, he was given the morning off. pierrot and columbina were the ones handling the flyers. and him? his day off. he did hand flyers out the day before with pierrot. just a small rotation. so he chose to leave. check the local stores that he had glanced by the day before. with a simple tug of his hoodie strings. smoothing down the beanie and a quick fix of the mask. and he was off. passing by the prim and proper ticket taker. a moment’s glance but just that quick glance told a load of information. return back before the circus opens. try to not be late. come back on time to prepare himself in his costume. yaddah yaddah. it was the same old order. in different cities. ❝ do not worry, bil. i will be back before you even know it. i do not want you to be too stressed. ❞ the sound was muffled behind the face mask. though the teasing lilt was there. 

but first. breakfast was… not as filling. from what his ears caught. there was a human that held the pink ticket yesterday but due to some circumstances, ticket taker had a horrendous time separating that human with a friend of theirs. the hum of the store, it was static and soft. however, harlequin was not to enjoy the rather white light that felt harsh to his eyes. he had stood in a cramp aisle. he had noted everyone, the humans all bundled up and so was he. tugging his beanie a little lower, but nothing too much that would shift the hoodie. feeling his horns jut out. his eyes scanned the shelves. searching for something he can snack. something to fill the belly that was still hungry. to trick it so that he would feel full. then he noted a bag. they were some chilli crackers. it would not be of his palette but there was a lack of spicy snacks and food in the shelves. so that would have to do. 

though there was only the last bag. just as he reached his gloved hand towards it. another hand shot out from the other side. just at the exact moment. harlequin’s fingers had stopped a few inches from the plastic. his eyes flickered over towards the other face. it was a human. someone unremarkable. a forgettable face. it was pleasant, he guessed. ❝ ah. sorry ❞ you had said. your hand slowly pulling away from the shelf. ❝ you were first ❞ you smiled meekly. he can see the way of your stance. stressed. and possibly hungry. ❝ yes, i was ❞ harlequin had spoke. quite dismissively. however, it was when you had shifted from one leg to the other. like you were adjusting some weight on your shoulders. and miraculously the air condition air carried a scent. which had harlequin paused and froze. it was pierrot. the scent of pierrot. which caused his hand around the plastic bag tightened. just as he stared at the human. really look at you. watching as you stared back with this awkward smile forming on your features. how your heart was fluttering. ❝ yes? are you okay? ❞ you finally asked.

but harlequin did not truly answer. his mind was already elsewhere. imagining, knowing. pierrot had probably hovered around, somewhere in this human’s home. watching and following. leaving marks that no normal human can truly detect. how pierrot’s scent was rubbed into their clothes. their body. it was recent. and all he could think was, ❛ again. ❜. and the word lingered in his mind like the scent ash after a fire breakout. and so he looked at you closer. trying to see what did pierrot see in this…. fake. wondering how pierrot could even dare think that this person holds a candle to them. this person in front of him, barely looked like they had worked a day in their life. they looked like they just threw whatever on. a jacket a size too big. a face that was too average, too ordinary. and all harlequin felt was a twitch of anger. because was this… who pierrot was comparing… to their beloved?

schooling his face. even though it was hidden behind layers. he had pulled the bag of chilli crackers. he watched how you smiled again. he wanted to turn and walk to the register. to ignore this human. but he did not want to actually leave. he needed to know. this delusion that pierrot had built. the acceptance that they were dead came to the others. but pierrot… he had stopped grieving and started looking. searching for someone that would match a memory. ❛ it is not them! ❜ he wanted to scream to pierrot. ❛ they are dead. they have been dead. and whatever this were… was not even a good copy ❜ everything was just wrong. though he forced a smile. ❝ how about we share? you look like you needed something like this ❞ he asked. he will strip every down, show pierrot that this dream and hope was just a lie. and that he needed to stop. 

like how he needed to stop.

and when you smiled at him, ❝ if that is fine with you ❞ you managed. he stared at you. wondering why his own heart jumped just now. for this imposter. they all loved them. someone mortal. someone who was caring. someone who just burned bright. yet died in a way that left nothing but ash on his tongue. it has been over a century. longer. and time had blurred the memories, it was hard to continue to grasp. and his… his memory was fading… fading on what they had sounded. how they laughed… just a face that he was not certain was theirs. 

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Zuka

Whatever you first went to Da Shop for the first time doesn't matter now, because now you show up just to bug him. At least, in his opinion. Sure, he's patient. But he'll still call you annoying to your face everytime you show up (in a playful way).

So you're together. Cool. Don't expect a lot from him. He isn't the most romantic Inphernal out there. He isn't going to write you letters or make things for you just because you're together. Most likely, any gift from him is something with utility of some kind.

He's. Okay. With cuddling, you just have to be aware of the risks that come with sleeping in the same bed as him. Night terrors are no joke. They suck. They aren't as bad now, but they still happen and he just wants you to understand that. Other than that, he does enjoy wrapping his arm around you and holding you close.

Not a big pda guy. In fact, please refrain from trying to do much of anything with him out in public. He's probably only out and about because he needs to do something that requires being out and about, so he would like to focus on that. Along with how rowdy other Inphernals can get, he'd like to focus on his surroundings too.

Only in private could this happen, but if you can get him in a rowdier mood than normal he might be willing to play fight with you. Not much and not for long but that won't stop him for the short amount of time he's got his mind set to it. And he can get pretty competitive with it. Again, only for a short time though. He knows his limits.

You can look at his gear if you want, just don't touch it. It's hanging in Da Shop, everyone can see it. You can take a closer look but Zuka might get upset if you try to touch it. He might ask a couple of times if you're sure if/when you present him with your gear. He's careful when he touches it.

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Traffic

He's pretty casual about. Everything, really. If you stay in Crossroads, you met him at Ghosdeeri's library. If not, you net him while he was traveling. Regardless of where you met, he made a joke to you and you made one back and you both hit it off from there.

He'll bring you back trinkets from his travels that remind him of you. He doesn't expect anything in return, so don't feel pressured to do the same. He just thinks of you when he sees stuff so he'll bring it back to you for you to keep.

He's definitely going to stay with you. Don't be surprised. At least he cleans up after himself and tries not to leave much of a mess behind. He might not always be around, but when he is, he's in your living space. He'll leave if you don't want him around though. You'd have to have invited him to stay at your place in the first place.

He doesn't mind pda. He's pretty chill with most things in general, I think he'd be fine with a kiss or holding hands out in public. Nothing crazy, nothing too bad. As long as you're fine with it, he is.

Ghosdeeri knows who you are already, but she's subjected to Traffic talking about you to her now. Something she expected. Traffic just wants to be able to talk about you to someone. Sometimes it's just to talk about you and how you made his day better, sometimes it's to sort out his own thoughts about you. Either way, it works and helps.

Azure as this...

I have waited to long, watched to many nights, from to far... And now that I have you, I'm going to savior every moment of your surrender...

Well: You really shouldn't have come here. The sea is scary enough, well without the legends people have heard about the creatures that inhabit it. But you're the brave type, aren't you? Or simply foolish. But he has been watching you, studying you, wanting you for far too long to care if there's a difference. Tonight, he'll take you for himself. But every night after this one, you'll give yourself to him willingly.

slasher as this...

I'll be patient..., I'll wait..., yeah you know VERY patient... understanding, like I have been for the past two mouths while you learn to NEED ME...

Well: You have been kidnapped for about 2-3 mouths now since he thinks you shouldn't be around nor need anyone else but him. He cares so much it hurts, little thing. He thinks about you constantly. What you need. What you fear. How to break you down so he can build you back into something that needs him. And. You. Will. Learn. Who. You. Belong. To...

Noli as this...

You know what my answer to your question is... I want you, I have wanted you for a VERY long time... So let me show you how much I want you, and RUIN the possibility of anyone else having you...

Well: After a bad day, you feel the loneliness creep up on you. So you told your "friend" you’d quit dating, at least for a good few months, since you’re just too busy to invest your time and energy into it. But, then you really started to feel like nobody wants you... Maybe downloading that dating app just one more time won’t hurt...but luckily he will show you why won't be needing it...

Guest666/Sixer as this...

Well I mean think about it, don't you think I may actually be a good parent,a good "father". And I don't know, I want to take care of my kids, But I'm saying it right now if it's a girl I'm going to spoil the fuck out of her...

well: Chill time with your "chill" partner scrolling blocktok and being potatoes of society, They have been having some baby fever! You know how it is, starts off gentle aaaaand now you are getting pounded and pumped by gratuitous amounts of cum deep inside your womb isn't that fun...

Chance as this...

That's right just keep those eyes on me, every time someone looks at you I get hard thinking about how completely I own you, you don't get to speak, you don't get to safe word with words, your MINE to use, MINE to parade, MINE to BREAK whenever I decide...

Well: You’re their beautiful, perfectly dressed trophy girlfriend. They choose the slinky black dress that clings to every curve, the sky-high heels, the diamond choker that hides last night’s bruises. Right before you left the penthouse they slid the custom internal gag in place, a thick silicone bulb that fills your mouth completely, wrapping the tongue and filling the space of your mouth completely, but small enough that your lips close around it. It’s perfectly engineered to be invisible to anyone interacting with you. You can breathe and whimper… but no words. They have been rock-hard for hours just thinking about parading you around like this, their perfect little show pony...

Shedletsky as this...

Yeah I have wanted to fuck you like fo-, yes I have... I will admit it, you're hot, you're fun but, your my friends little sister and I can't do that...

Well: You and your brother's friend have wanted to fuck for the longest time. Since he's staying over for a while, you're going to push in that direction. So after he got off work and went straight to bed not even bothering to change out of the clothes he did his said field work in, You decided to tie him up and ride the fuck out of him until he's whimpering. But he ends up breaking the restrains and is really going to make you regret doing that...

And two more special additions for a special someone[again🪷]...

Twotime as this...

Angel , I'm so glad you decided to stay with us, to stay with ME... Ah yes my mistake, you can leave whenever you like but, why would you want to do that... I'm going to give you everything you need. I'm everything you need, you understand that right...

Well: You finally caved and went in to investigate your local cult branch...just curiosity, nothing more. Now, the door is closed, you're in the leader's office, and they're already telling you things about yourself that nobody should know. You wanted answers, proof that this place was nothing more than rumors and manipulation. Instead, they are picking you apart, piece by piece, until you don't even know what you believe anymore. You came here to question them, and now they are going to show you exactly where you belong...

Elliot as this...

You always give me this sad smile saying your just doing ok, it breaks my heart every time, I want you to be doing more than just OK... I want you to want for NOTHING...