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Arcane (League of Legends) 

Dead By Daylight

Scream:

Criminal Minds:

Beetlejuice:

Danganronpa:

Overwatch:

One Piece:

Be More Chill

TMNT

TWST

Mystic Messenger

Spy x Family

Creepypasta

Genshin Impact

Obey Me: One Master to Rule Them All

Before Relationship Starts:

It can take Masky a while to become open about his feelings, and denies them avidly. Not even just to you, but to himself

It’s easy for him to get insecure, and will initially put distance between you

He doesn’t want to involve you in his life of crimes, fearing he would hurt you rather intentionally or not

But as soon as he starts to accept his feelings, he’ll give you gifts casually and not act like it’s a big deal

He takes mental notes on things you may like, or that you’ve expressed interest in

As you talk, he’ll be sure to buy anything and everything he can just to see the excitement on your face when you see it

He’s not one to buy flowers outright, but would in a heartbeat if he knew it would make you happy

He does have a jealous streak, but tries to downplay it

It would certainly be suspicious if all of the men who talked to you just…disappeared, right?

Once he’s developed feelings, there’s not anything anyone could do that would keep him from you

It doesn’t matter how far away from you he lives, he’d move to be as close to you as possible

It doesn’t help that the windows in your bedroom are just so easily visible

He’ll watch, not entirely out of his protection over you, but because the peaceful side warms his heart in ways he’s never felt before

He knows everything about you, both from what you’ve said but what he sees when he’s “not around”

Despite that, he knows it’s wrong

But above that he knows that he’s not the average person one would want to fall in love with

He was dangerous, and if anyone hurt you in any capacity they’d realize just how dangerous he really was

But he’d never be that way to you

He’d change his life, his world, anything if it meant he could really be with you

Though right before he’d ask you to be his, he’d disappear

Not for long, a couple weeks to try and decide if he really was worth being yours

He wouldn’t want you to regret it instead of being excited

After a long period he’d decided, he wasn’t going to calmly take no for an answer

He truly didn’t know what he’d do if he heard the word no…but that wasn’t what you’d say

When he heard you return his feelings, he had to scream at himself internally not to be TOO openly excited 

But hearing that? He knew he’d burn the world down and take everyone but the two of you with it

In The Relationship:

Once in the relationship, things shift

He’s more happy, he smiles anytime he sees you

When he’d come to your apartment covered in injuries, you asked no questions

If he wanted to tell you, he would

Anytime you’d patch him up, it was impossible to hide the fact that he would look at you with immeasurable adoration

When he’d come to you, furious over something, it’s like any negative emotion he had would vanish

His world truly revolved around you, and there’s nothing he wouldn’t do to keep that beaming smile on your face

While he would initially avoid you when discovering his feelings, once you’re in the relationship it’s like he never wanted to leave your side

He’d cuddle with you, and protest when you’d have to leave for work

Your life together was full of laughter, almost childlike excitement when you’d force him to dance with you when your favorite songs would play

It was messy, and he’d have a bashful look on his face at how uncoordinated he was when it came to dancing

Hurting people? Taking over missions he’d been sent on? Easy. Effortless

Yet when it came to the light-hearted antics, he was full of doubts he’d be able to keep you happy and enjoying your time with him

Overtime it grew easier, being with you made him more open to try new things

He’d try making your favorite meal, only to burn it terribly

He’d look so guilty when he showed you, but widen his eyes when you laughed and told him that he did his best

He never had anyone to tell him that even if he failed, his efforts mattered more than the outcome

It was difficult, to contain just how much he loved you

He wondered if you were as crazy as he was, to fall for someone so mysterious

You never asked what his job was, only mentioning that you hoped his work day went alright

He had told you once, that he was an ask no questions kind of man, and it seems you took that to heart

One day he may tell you the truth of what he did…the people he hurt

But until then, he was more than content to keep his darker sides to himself

Besides, no matter how dark and damned he was, your radiance was enough to make even himself feel that maybe he had a purpose in life other than harming those he was told to

He knew long ago, that he found his purpose

All he aimed to do was keep that beautiful smile on your face until the end of time

Even if it meant harming any who distressed you…or even just being a shoulder to cry on

Healing magic was known to be one of the more…difficult forms of magic, and had been since the first magic user discovered their powers. Fire, earth, water…while those could be difficult, the living creatures of the world never had an easy time performing even the smallest acts of healing. You had to be acutely aware of the injury, and not use too much or too little energy to do so. It drained the user, nearly rivaling the injured subject as much as they had initially been before the magic was cast. 

You learned this in numerous of your classes at Night Raven College, note even hardly bothering to take the notes on it. You couldn’t use even the simplest forms of magic, since being brought here a year ago. Many things have happened since then. Made friends, learned more about magic than you’d ever even considered before. Each student you encountered knew of your lack of magical abilities, but you never let it get in the way of your studies. 

Magic had absolutely fascinated you, though you had never anticipated being able to use it. The first time you used healing magic, you were just as surprised as Grim was. He had slipped in the dorms, scraping his knee. At first, he wouldn’t let you near it. But after a firm scolding on how you just wanted to help, and a closer look…your hand glowed, a white light emanating from it. Within seconds it had fully healed. 

You and Grim shared a wide eyed expression, before laughing and celebrating together. At the time, neither of you thought much would come of it. But the longer you spent around the other students, the more it became apparent you weren’t just some magicless student anymore, and many openly displayed pride and excitement for you at the new discovery. You could still remember the dormwardens reactions like it was yesterday. 

Riddle:

It was approaching a celebration in Heartslabyul, and many students from other dorms were assisting as well…albeit reluctantly. Everyone knew Riddle was a tyrant of sorts, but he could be understanding and knew when to give respect when it was due. You were rushing around, helping set up with a smile on your face. The celebrations here were always fun once they began, tea and all kinds of delicious treats, most made by Trey of course. 

A quick slip up and you’d scraped your finger while cutting off the thorns of the roses. You hadn’t noticed Riddle observing, but as he opened his mouth to scold you for your carelessness, you performed the quickest magic spell he’d seen. Not only was it quick and efficient, you didn’t even seem to notice you’d done it. Sure you nodded in acknowledgement, but a healing spell, even without an incantation? It was practically unheard of. 

Riddle rushed forward, taking your hand in his as he held it up close to his face to observe where the former injury was. His eyes were wide, jaw slightly agape. The only sign of any injury was the slight dried blood around your finger. He cleared his throat, standing up and questioned you as if you’d done something wrong. With a twinge of respect coated by disbelief in his tone, he leaned closer and narrowed his eyes at you. 

“How did you do that? Was it a trick of the light? How long have you been able to see magic?” As he went to continue, you waved your hands in front of yourself sheepishly. 

“Uh…so a couple weeks ago I was able to heal Grim’s leg when he’d scraped it.” You let out a near nervous laugh at the intense questioning from the dormwarden. “I haven’t had much practice with it yet, this is only the third time I’ve done anything with healing magic.” Your eyes widened as Riddle’s did, confused by the incredulous stare he was giving you. 

“YOU?! YOU managed to perform effortless healing magic after only a couple times?” He nearly screamed, baffled by how you could go from being completely unable to use magic at all to performing healing magic overnight. And you didn’t even seem to care much! “Why aren’t you proud? Do you even have any idea how many students here can’t perform healing spells AT ALL?!”

You shrunk in on yourself, and seemed to look almost embarrassed at his lecturing. He seemed to note this, and sighed as he looked at you with a hesitant glare. “Look…it’s a difficult magic to perform for even the strongest mages. It’s no small feat, okay? You need to hone it. It could be more useful than you could even dream of. Just…” He crossed his arms, huffing. “Be careful who you show it to. It could make you a target of some of the scoundrels of the school. I suggest talking to Crowley.”

With one final huff, he walked away, leaving you with far more questions than you ever got the chance to vocalize. 

Leona:

The next time you used healing magic, it followed Leona’s overblot. It certainly wasn’t expected from anyone, and you nearly had to drag the injured Leona to the side of the arena. Everyone was worried, not only because of the danger surrounding an overblot, but because Leona had gotten injured in the fight. It was to be expected, there wasn’t a safe way to bring him back down to Earth. He growled, protesting any help. 

You could tell he was inwardly beating himself up over the whole situation, and hated the attention of you, Jack, and Ruggie surrounding him. You swatted his hand away when he tried to pry your hand away from his injured abdomen. Ruggie in particular was trying to snap at him, but paused when you held up your hand to silence him. 

“Hold on!” You commanded, “I need to focus.” A huff, and you closed your eyes, opening them as you felt the magic swelling through your body, channeling it to your hands as you held them above Leona’s injuries. Everyone seemed completely shocked, especially Leona. Within only a couple seconds, his wounds were closing up. A few moments after, his injuries were all completely healed, as if they’d never been there in the first place. 

Silence surrounded you, but you didn’t pay it any mind. You clapped your hands together, sighing happily. “It’s okay now. I couldn’t just leave you there. You feel okay?” You stood, holding out a hand to him. Everyone was shocked when Leona even extended your hand to take yours as you helped him stand. 

“Since when did you get the ability to use magic?” He said, a rumbling noise in his chest almost akin to a soft growl. With a raised eyebrow, he gazed at you skeptically. “And are YOU feeling okay after that?” There was a slight glimmer of concern in his tone, nearly completely hidden by caution and faux irritation. 

“Huh?” You tilted your head at him. “Yeah? I’m fine. It’s no big deal.” You grinned at him, clearly just happy he wasn’t hurting anymore. He was a friend in your eyes, and even if the magic injured you, it wouldn’t matter in the slightest because you were able to help him. 

He scoffed, “It is a big deal though. Not many people can use that much healing magic and even be conscious.” He let out a soft growl at you, before turning to the side and walking away, but not before looking back to make one final comment. “I’ll come to you if I’m injured again, if you think you can handle it.” He smirked over his shoulder, covering up any further emotions of vulnerability and going back to his carefree attitude. 

And to you? That was enough. 

Azul:

It had been a while since you’d used your healing magic, and the opportunity arose a few weeks later. You hadn’t really practiced it, without a good means of doing so. It annoyed you briefly, but the irritation was always settled quickly. If you could only use it when someone was injured, maybe it was for the best you didn’t get to practice it much. 

That thought was running through your mind as you went to the cafe in Octavinelle. You had taken a seat, Jade bringing your order to your table. You exchanged basic formalities, not engaging in much conversation due to the busy day they were having. It was a weekend, so many students were showing up for their day off in hopes of a good drink and snack to celebrate. 

Because of how busy it was, Floyd was complaining constantly. Jade was lecturing him between orders, but at one point he had bumped into Jade, a cup flying through the air and shattering at the feet of another student. Jade rushed over, taking a look at the ankle injury with concern. Floyd grumbled, saying he was going to get Azul to discuss the incident. 

Seeing the cut and slowly swelling injury, you rushed over. Jade smiles at you with his eyes twitching in irritation at his brother’s mistake. “Don’t worry, it doesn’t appear to be detrimental. Should heal within a week or two.” He went to comfort the student, but you knelt and held the ankle in your hand.

Jade was about to stop you when your hands started glowing dully. You hadn’t noticed Azul standing behind you, observing with wide eyes. Jade looked equally as surprised as the injury healed before their very eyes. Azul’s jaw dropped at the sight, impatiently waiting until you finished to grab your arm and lift you until you were standing before him. 

“W-when did you learn to do that?!” He practically yelled. “You did it so effortlessly, we need to talk. NOW!” He demanded, dragging you into his office. He nudged you into the seat and sat across from you.

“But seriously, that was…” He cleared his throat, trying to find an appropriate word for what he was feeling without stroking your ego. “Impressive.” He spoke. “Would you like to work for me? Your skills could be valuable to the business.” It was clear he had an ulterior motive, wanting to study your skills in a feeble attempt to be able to recreate the magic. 

“O-Oh! I’m alright. Uh…I gotta go.” You rushed out the words, scrambling for the door. It felt odd to be the center of attention when you didn’t feel like what you did was all that special. And you’d be a fool not to know Azul was always yearning to make deals that may help the subjects of the contracts benefit temporarily, but really only aided him in the long run. It was definitely for the best you got out of there. 

“Wait! Let’s make a deal!” He called, holding out his hand as you scurried out of the room. You heard him groan, disappointed he wouldn’t be able to use your magic to his own advantage. 

You didn’t plan to come back for a while. He could be stubborn, and you definitely didn’t wanna be his makeshift test subject when it came to your magic. Maybe someday, but you wouldn’t if you could help it. The cafe would move on just fine without you there, and sighed as you went back to your dorm. 

Maybe you’d show him your magic again, but hopefully not anytime soon. 

Kalim:

Kalim…didn’t even really need you to show him your magic for him to believe it. After talking with him for a while in Scarabia, he clapped his hands and bounced excitedly. “I knew you had magic inside you somewhere! There’s no way you wouldn’t have been brought here without any!” He patted your shoulder, ushering you to sit beside him on the lavish and comfortable seats. 

Jamil was glaring from the corner. He scolded Kalim, “You can’t just believe anything he tells you. You’re too trusting.” He scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest and sitting across from you as he glared at you. He leaned back in his seat and continued. “Just what all have you done with your magic.” He was clearly skeptical, but his eyes widened only slightly when you mentioned the few times you’d used it. 

While you recounted them, Kalim leaned closer as he beamed at you, enthralled by your admissions. “Woah! That’s awesome! And super impressive!” He bounced in his seat, seeming like a small child excited to hear of their fantasy stories their parents would tell them before bed. 

Kalim was still glaring, but you could see an almost overlooked glimmer of respect forming in his eyes. “Kalim, it’s more impressive than you seem to think. IF he’s being honest, he’s within the 1% of the population capable of honing and using healing magic. It’s extremely rare, and highly sought after in the magic world.” He leaned back in his chair, but allowed you to talk of the feelings of the healing magic. How you didn’t feel drained, or even fatigued in the slightest as you used it. 

Kalim confidently proclaimed, “But I had five servants capable of using it!” He was clearly unaware of how rare it was, and it made Jamil grumble in annoyance. 

“That’s because you’re privileged.” His following words were only just barely loud enough for you to hear and went over Kalim’s head. “Spoiled brat.” But it was quickly covered up by him waving his hand dismissively. “Regardless, I don’t think anyone from our dorm has that ability. It could be useful during training regiments. Would you mind displaying your skills if one of our students got injured?” 

He seemed to be talking business, still not fully believing you, and instead wanted you to display that you were capable of using healing magic. Jamil seemed like he WANTED to believe you. His reluctance showed his skepticism, but he knew you well enough by now that he knew you could be an extremely honest person when the time came. When you nodded, he did the same.

“Alright. We have some stuff to prepare for the dorm meeting tonight. You’re welcome to help us set up.” He stood, Kalim whining, wanting to continue the conversation. But after a moment they both got to work and you headed back to your own dorm. 

Besides, it was always far too warm for you in Scarabia.

Vil:

When you went to visit Pomfiore, you weren’t expecting to see Vil in an even more irritated looking state than usual. He looked annoyed more than anything, rubbing his neck as he worked out the knots that had been slowly getting worse. When he saw you though, he resumed his usual posh appearance. 

Vil cleared his throat and addressed you. “Hello. What brings you to Pomfiore today?” He clasped his hands in front of him, still subtly trying to work out the knots in his neck. “I’m quite busy today, I don’t have time for any additional things you came to seek help for. Unless…you were intending on asking for fashion advice.” He lightly scoffed, “It is something you need to look into. You don’t style anything. I understand uniforms are mandatory, but you make no attempts at looking your best every day.”

You tilted your head, letting out a carefree laugh. “I just came to check up on you. Rook mentioned you’d been feeling worse for wear after your flight lessons.” Concern was laced in your voice, mixed with mild amusement as he tried to play off his obvious uncomfortability. 

Vil’s eyes widened slightly as you expressed your care, before narrowing them and grumbling under his breath. “He needs to stop telling people my personal matters.” He crossed his arms over his chest and turned his nose up at you. “It’s nothing to concern yourself with. I can handle my wellness on my own.” 

You scrunched your nose, “I just wanted to see how you’re doing. Let me look, please?” Overwhelmingly demanding undertones laced your voice, and you didn’t even wait for an answer. You approached him, moving to his side and glancing at where the sore muscles were. “No bruises…” You muttered, thinking briefly that your healing magic may not help if it wasn’t technically a formal injury. 

Despite your wondering, you held out a hand. Vil nearly slapped your hand away when he saw the white glow flowing from your hand to his neck. You both stood in silence, as you focused on the areas where the sore muscles were. You wondered if it even worked, but Vil’s mouth was slightly open in shock as he massaged the area softly. 

“How did you manage that?” His voice was quiet, his usual composure giving way to traces of awe as he spoke. After he realized he had dropped his usual demeanor, he cleared his throat once more and looked at you with narrowed eyes. 

“I’ve been able to use healing magic for a while. I don’t think I’m super good at it or anything, but I wanted to try and help out.” You gave him a genuine smile and made a quick thumbs-up motion. It was hard to hide how sheepish you were feeling. You liked Vil as a person, but he could be overwhelming and intimidating, so you were worried he’d snap at you for even helping him without his consent. 

He let out a deep breath, still looking reluctant to speak as he tried to find the right words to say. “I feel better. It seems you’re full of surprises, aren’t you?” Trying to act nonchalant, he looked at you with a small amount of respect in his expression. “I’m all healed.” He groaned softly, hating to say the words as he tried to be in control of the situation. “Epel seems to get injured often. He could use your help from time to time. You’re…welcome to visit whenever you’d like.”

You grinned, knowing this was his makeshift way of saying thank you. He seemed nearly nervous over your magic abilities, and you took it he hadn’t seen many people who could use healing magic in the slightest. It was refreshing to hear the subtle praise from him, whispering a soft, “you’re welcome,” as you left when he rushed to get back to his duties. Most of which were organizing the makeup closet, throwing out anything expired. 

He could be intimidating, but he was still a good person. You’d be more than happy to help out any of your friends if they needed it, including Vil himself. 

Idia:

It was always difficult to spend time with Idia, seeing as he hid in his room at any chance he got. You were slowly building a friendship with him. You learned that if you wanted to hang out with him, he doesn’t mind you chilling in his room as long as you don't talk to him. It was somewhat like body doubling, as you’d study on his bed while he worked or played games on his handheld gaming device. 

Today was one of those days. He seemed intent on taking it apart and putting it back together with modded chips to do who knows what in the game he was playing. You never really understood the concept of modifying games into a different version, but he seemed to thoroughly enjoy it. You weren’t about to question it, and focused on the homework assignment you planned to finish today. 

You heard him yelp before grumbling annoyances under his breath. It makes you distracted from your work as you let out a quiet, “hey…are you okay?” You sat up straighter on the bed, looking over at what he was doing. He was cradling his hand to his chest, and he snapped his head at you with a glare. 

You stood from the bed, walking over to him as if approaching a startled animal. He was certainly glaring like one. “It’s okay, let me see.” You let out in a soft murmur as he clutched his hand even closer to his chest. It was clear he got injured, and you wanted to heal him if at all possible. 

He huffed, trying to act like he wasn’t bothered as he extended his hand to let you see. It looked like he got shocked by the technology he was working on. “I was just being dumb. It’s not a big deal. Just forgot to unplug the power source first.”

You gave him a reassuring smile, cradling the back of his hand to get a better look at the injury. Without hesitation, your hand glowed as the injury disappeared right before his eyes. After it was completely healed, you looked up to him to see the most shocked expression you’d ever seen on his face. Eyes wide, jaw dropped, the whole deal. 

“H-How did you do that?!” He asked, loud enough that it made you jolt. His hand shook as he held it closer to his face to look at where the injury was only a few moments ago. He turned it, bending his finger as if testing if it was just some trick, maybe even a slight of hand trick somehow. 

You shrugged, “I still don’t really know how it works. It just kind of happens when I think about someone I care about being injured.” He didn’t seem to accept that answer in the slightest, and instead narrowed his eyes and leaned closer to you with extreme skepticism on his face. 

“Yeah right...people you care about? You can’t just care about anybody. Why would you even bother with healing other people? Some students are rivals, you might even WANT them injured to get ahead of them.” He scoffed before leaning back, reclining in his desk chair as usual. 

You shook your head, answering earnestly. “I wouldn’t want anyone injured. I never had magic before, and now it seems like healing magic is all I can do.” You let out a soft chuckle. “What’s the point of having healing magic at all if I don’t use it to help people? That’s what it’s all about.” 

He looked surprised by your answer, before scoffing and waving his hand dismissively. “Yeah, whatever. You’re a real sappy…mage, you know?” He sniffed, not looking at you as he spoke. 

Despite the rude tone, you smiled wide. You hadn’t even thought about it much, but some other students had called you a mage too. Before, you were just the new guy. The boring one, and even the powerless one. But things had changed now that you’re able to use magic…it made your heart swell to be called a mage by Idia. It showed he was more welcoming. 

You weren’t an outcast anymore. And you’d keep using your healing magic, helping anyone you can with the powers you’d only recently discovered. Whatever happened, you’d get better. Stronger, and maybe one day you’ll be able to help all of the people you cared about. You didn’t want them injured at all, but knowing you could finally do something to help…

That was more than enough. 

Malleus:

Malleus had called you to his dorm. It wasn’t often he reached out to anyone, even you so this was a surprise you weren’t prepared for. He shut himself away pretty often, and while you’d talked several times before, this was completely unexpected. It was hard to tell what he was thinking, you could just hope for the best and pray that there wasn’t something seriously wrong. 

You showed up as he asked, and you sat across from him as he tilted his head at you quizzically. “So…I’ve heard you’ve been performing healing magic. That’s no small feat. Would you mind a demonstration?” He spoke matter of factly, but you could hear the teasing undertones in his words. It was clear he believed you were capable, but wanted to mess with you as much as he could. 

His request had you tilting your head as well. “How do I demonstrate if no one is hurt?” You furrowed your brow, wondering what was going on in that head of his. “I’ve only done it a few times, but I don’t know how to show it if someone wasn’t injured.” You murmured quietly. 

He gave a small smile, calculating your reactions to your own magical abilities. “Here, I’ll show you.” He reached out his hand, closing his eyes in concentration and emanating the same white glow you saw each time you used your magic. “Focus on the feeling, not the magic itself.” He huffed, taking a deep breath. “If you think about healing, it may trigger the response.” He opened his eyes, looking at you as the magic flowed and spun around his hand. 

His instructions weren’t very clear, making it difficult to process. But you might as well give it a shot. You turned your palm up, following his example as you closed your eyes and tried to focus on the feeling. You could feel the magic surging through you, and opened your eyes to see a sphere in your palm. It was perfectly circular, even and completely solid. Surrounding it was wisps of white magic, making designs in the air as it swirled. 

Looking up at Malleus, you could see a bead of sweat dripping down his forehead, before he dissipated his own magic with a quick motion of closing his fist. Despite his magic stopping, yours seemed to flow effortlessly. You looked between him and your own palm. Wondering if you’d done it right, you asked, “Uh…like this?” Before feeling another small surge of power as the sphere began spinning in your palm, almost with a mind of its own. 

He looked impressed, a smile on his face as he nodded. “Exactly like that.” His smile turned into a smirk, respect coating his expression. “I’ve never seen healing magic as smooth and powerful as yours. Not in the entirety of my long existence.” He seemed to be proud, impressed by your display. 

You tried to mimic his method of ceasing the flow of the magic, closing your palm around the sphere until the glowing stopped. “Is it really that strong?” You asked, noting his heavy breathing as he tried and failed to conceal his exhaustion. “Are you…okay?” You asked, concerned as he seemed to struggle to catch his breath for several moments. 

“It is. Stronger than any I’ve seen. There have been mages who can create a physical form out of their magic, but it’s temperamental. The shape changes, swaying until the mage can’t maintain it anymore.” He leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest as he finally managed to regain some semblance of composure. 

“You don’t even appear to be fatigued, worn down or anything of the sort. It’s immeasurably impressive. You haven’t had the ability to use it for long at all, and somehow have surpassed what any mentor could teach you.” His pride seeped into his words, a small smirk on his face. “Keep using that method I showed you. It will slowly help you understand the process and show you how far you’ve come.” He stood, escorting you out. 

Once you’d left, Lilia stepped out of the shadows with a chuckle. He turned to Malleus and spoke teasingly. “He’s better than you at that, and I’m certain of that.” He nudged Malleus’ shoulder. “You’re worn out entirely. You need to rest before you do much else. Can’t risk you passing out.” Another chuckle and he started to walk out. “Be more careful next time.” He waved to Malleus as he left. “He may end up being a stronger mage than you one day. Better watch out for that one.”

Despite the teasing and truth in Lilia’s words, Malleus smiled. In a way, he hoped it was the truth. You were a good friend in his eyes, and he couldn’t wait to see you change and grow, honing your abilities and becoming as strong as you possibly could be. One thing he was certain of…

Everything about the world always changes, that wasn’t a debatable statement, but a fact. When there are people thriving, there’s those who can’t catch a break. Such is how life is, and as the world changes, so do the people who reside upon the Earth. Vampires have always plagued the world, but in recent years that has become something to think of in a brighter light. There weren’t just vampires slaughtering everything in their path in search of their next feast, but humans had come together and formed a collective. 

Vampire hunters, those who’d had enough taken from them and turned their lives around to defend those who couldn’t do it themselves. Organizations had risen, built from the ruins of the desolation and destruction caused by those unfortunate enough to be turned. Oftentimes, not even the vampires themselves had much say in the matter. If a human were to go a week without water, they’d also go into a frenzy when they saw a flowing stream…such is how vampires were with blood. 

Every day they struggled with starvation, and while some had learned to control it to an extent, many were too far gone to consider the alternatives. One alternative was to join forces with the hunters and become one themselves. There were seven “emperors” within the ranks of the hunters…one of which was a man by the name of Mihawk, who had never lost a fight of any capacity. No one really even knew if he was ever human to begin with. 

His eyes were piercing, and he carried himself with confidence as he walked carelessly through towns he would arrive in. Though more often, he stayed on a distant island, not caring for socializing when he could be spending time on his own. Even though he was a hunter, the world knew he was a vampire. The discussions about his alliances with the hunter’s association were often a focal point in many conversations, but no one really knew much about him aside from those few points. 

You had seen him in the papers, but he was currently the last thing on your mind. Right now, you were running for your life. A loud noise beside you caused you to yelp, grimacing as you pushed yourself to move faster. Vampires tended to play with their food, as it were, and as you heard the malicious laughter from behind you, you were positive that was the case. It didn’t matter why he was after you, since the reason was clear. You were simply in the wrong place at the wrong time. As unfortunate as it was, you weren’t going to give up easily. 

The thought stayed present in your mind, that there was a high possibility you wouldn’t make it out of this alive. Rather than cause you to be consumed with fear, you took it as the driving factor of why you were fighting with all that you had…even though at the moment, running was far more important. You kept thinking that if you could just put distance from you and him, that maybe you could catch him by surprise. Vampire’s senses were heightened in every regard, and as the dim lighting of the moon cascaded across the barren streets, there was no doubt you were at an extreme disadvantage. 

Your chest heaved, a few tears of fear and anger trickled down your cheeks, and legs aflame from how long you had been running. Whatever happened…you refused to look back. It had always been that way. Your determination to put up a fight, to never falter or waver, it was what kept you going on the darkest nights. Even if you were going to die…you didn’t care, as long as you could take that son of a bitch down with you. 

Making a sharp turn, the concrete scraped against your leg as you slid along it. A swear became caught behind your lips, and you rushed to push yourself up to continue running. You hadn’t heard that ear grating cackle in a while, but you weren’t dumb enough to think the monster had let you get away. It wasn’t the safest part in town, and you knew that…the things the people around here heard didn’t cause them to bat an eye. If they pretended the horrific slaughters never happened, then they didn’t have to fear for their own lives. That seemed to be the motto around here. 

A sharp pain tore through your shoulder, and the breath left your lungs as the beast slammed you against the side of the building. Rage filled you, seeing his smug and manic smile. You tried to struggle, break free of his gasp however you could, but it was blatantly futile. A sharp cry pierced the air, and it took far too long to realize that it was your own. You grit your teeth as his nails, sharp as talons dug into your shoulder and effectively pinning you in place. 

The vampire’s smile widened, and he shook his head, tutting like you were a small child. “Hm…” He said, looking to be deep in thought. “You know what? You’re feisty. You’re gonna make a great little pet.” His words dug against your mind, threatening to tear out what little sanity remained. 

That was a few weeks ago. Since that horrendous beast turned you into the monster you had always loathed. Many series of unfortunate events followed. The vampire had forced his blood to run through you, and left you in a state of obedience. You struggled every day to regain your sense of self, but the fire? The will to fight? To tear him to shreds? It never left you. Not even for a single damn second. 

When he had finally been killed by the hunters, you thought your freedom would come easy. But when was anything in life ever easy? 

The second he was killed, you knew. It wasn’t the relief you had hoped for. A scream seemed to tear your own throat to pieces, the feeling of every drop of the blood in your body seemed to ignite. The thought had never occurred to you, that once he had died, your unwilling bond would feel as if it tore through your flesh and turned you into a crazed beast with no thoughts of satisfaction and remorse. His blood was the only blood you had drank, and the dependence you had to him because of it had snapped the last bit of humanity you had…even though it was temporary. 

The hunters had found you the second it happened, and while you don’t remember the rest of that night…you knew within you what had happened. You had killed the hunters who intended to take your head for being associated with the greatest terror that small little town had known. Despite everything, you refused to drink the blood of another human. Another…another human. You clung to that thought for weeks. That you were still you. Still a living, fighting girl who had your humanity branded to you. Unable to be removed or revoked. 

The love, the happiness, even the sorrows and anger, everything that made you a human. All of it seemed to dim, and at moments appeared to be gone forever. But the fire you had always had pushed you further. No matter what happened, no matter what got thrown your way, you’d fight. You survived. And you intended to keep it that way. If fighting to the death was the last thing you ever did? You’d be content with whatever hell death would throw you into for staying a fighter until the bitter end. 

That fire is what brought you to this island. Mihawk’s island. Nearly everyone on this Earth feared it. They all knew of his power, and avoided it. If it was the last piece of land on the ocean? Most people would rather drown than step foot on it. But here you were. Ready to plead for his aid. 

The lack of your sire had drained your body of most of its strength, but if anyone 

could make you stronger, wiser, it would be the very vampire that ruled this island and the waters surrounding it. No matter the cost, you would prove yourself to him. The deep recesses of your brain screamed to fight against the cruel world, including the hunters who tried to take your life because of your association to a beast. 

Walking along the desolate forest of the island, it wasn’t surprising how little life there was. A squirrel here and there, but nothing noteworthy. You swore as you clenched your fists, the determination you previously had being coated with a thin layer of fear. The colossal building you presumed he resided in now becoming clear in the distance. Your destination was so close…and you had to steel your mind and thoughts to prepare for any possibility of what was about to come. 

Before you could exit the dense forest, a sharp twinge splayed across your mind, and you spun on your heels and swiped at the figure behind you with what little strength you had left. The instincts you had gained since turning hadn’t wavered in the slightest. While your body may be weak, your mind was still as strong as it had ever been. 

The figure, who you immediately recognized to be Mihawk, had blocked your attack by raising his sword, causing your claws to scrape across it. His expression was stoic, albeit a tad annoyed. Your expression relaxed, while staying guarded. The silence was deafening, as he waited for you to explain yourself. 

“I…” Your words faltered, and it occurred to you that you had thought up every scenario. Every possibility of how the encounter could go. But now, as you stood before him, all of those thoughts had disappeared. As you took a deep breath, not out of necessity, but habit, you spoke in a firm tone. “Sir…I want you to train me. To be my sire.” Your eyes flared with determination, the hesitation absent from them entirely. 

It was nearly impossible to detect the slight widening of his eyes, almost surprised, before he had controlled his expression once more. “No. Leave my island. I don’t take on any young one who thinks they’re going to be the exception.” His sword lowered, and your expression turned baffled for a brief minute. 

The words left your mouth, shaking your head to keep your expression firm. “At least hear me out. I came all this way, risked my damn life, and wasted a ton of time only getting weaker so I could have the chance to live again!” The tone of your voice wavered slightly, and the frustration laced your words. You blinked, not meaning to practically yell at him as you just did, letting out a small, nearly inaudible, “please…”

For several moments, the most response you gained from him was a raised eyebrow. The silence itself was deafening, and your expression changed between a wide array of emotions. Were you feeling fear? Rage? Desperation? No…the most prominent feeling you had was sheer willpower. You’d stop at nothing to be trained by him, knowing he may be your only hope. You didn’t risk your life countless times, be beaten and battered, just to lay on the ground and die like your very existence meant nothing. 

You opened your mouth to speak, but Mihawk held out a hand as he spoke instead. “I don’t take on thralls. Not if they’re not worthy. You’ll have to prove to me you’re capable, and then and only then will I so much as consider the notion.” His voice was even, calculated from years of concealing his emotions from hunters and vampires alike. 

The corners of your mouth twitched slightly, but you shook your head to clear any excitement from your mind. He wouldn’t give in so easily, and who knew what he had planned to prove your worth. Mihawk wasn’t one to give in easily, and as his reputation of the strongest vampire in the world would prove to be difficult for anyone to match. But you didn’t want to match his strength, you just wanted to get strong enough that you wouldn’t have to live in fear for the rest of your life. You’d prove yourself to him, no matter the cost. 

“What do I need to do?” You spoke, softly yet determined. As you straightened your back, and squared up your shoulders in a mock display of confidence, you thought you saw a brief look of respect in his eyes. 

He didn’t say another word, just motioned for you to follow him as he began walking towards his castle. The walk itself was quiet, and you continued to open your mouth to say something but nothing came to mind. It was near awkward as you walked, glancing over at him without so much as an acknowledgement you existed as he kept his eyes forward. 

Once reaching it, he walked through the door and you went to follow…only to bump into an invisible wall. You blinked, remembering how you’d heard vampires had to be invited inside. A quick glance at him showed a small smirk on his face. It made you huff, crossing your arms over your chest, completely unamused. He stood in the entrance, seeming to wait for your response. It was almost embarrassing, a slight pink dusting your cheeks. 

“C-Can I come in?” You asked, feeling cheesy from just saying it. But rushed into the room as he gave an affirmative nod. After a few steps, you turned to him with a slight glare. This bastard was messing with you. You were vulnerable enough to ask for help and he goes and does that? The complete audacity. 

The walk to the dining hall was silent, aside from a few grumbles of annoyance from your lips. He didn’t make any note he heard your words, but even you knew he heard every word. And as he opened the doors, your eyes widened slightly, in awe of how beautiful and macabre it was. You looked around the room, jaw dropped slightly before you registered him sitting down at the table. 

He gestured for you to sit beside him, as he took the end seat of the table far too large for just two people. You sat, almost hesitantly, and looked at him with questions in your eyes you never vocalized. “So…when do we start the training…or whatever?” Was the only question you managed to get out. You weren’t even really sure what he had planned to do in order to plan your worth. 

“Eat.” He said, and you looked at the empty table with confusion before he waved his hand, plates upon plates of food appearing before you. It all looked…way too good to be true. 

Noting how much meat was on the table, your mouth watered, a slight gleam of red in your eyes as it finally registered how hungry you were. You reached out for a few foods to put on your plate, the ribs calling your attention as you struggled not to lunge and eat them in one go. You picked a piece up, shaking with hunger before lowering it from your mouth slowly. “Is…is it people?” The question was soft, and unsure. 

Mihawk raised an eyebrow, looking between you and your food. “And if I said it was?” The question made your heart drop, conflicting feelings across your face. The question had you wondering…was it worth it? All of the fighting, scrambling to keep yourself alive, was consuming human flesh worth the fight? People die all the time…but it felt wrong still, the thought of feasting on someone who once had a loving family. 

He sighed, though his lips twitched into the smallest of smiles. “Good. You’re hesitant. While that hesitation to harm others is…endearing, it can also get you killed.” He shook his head, continuing. “No. It isn’t human. It’s deer meat, and while it may not completely satisfy the hunger of the undead, it is enough to replenish their energy.” 

That was all you needed to know. You dug in, surprised at the flavors of the food that you never really remembered the common foods tasting like. It was almost…dull. The enriching spices and flavors were far more subtle, and even bread seemed to taste like nothing. Almost as if you were exclusively tasting textures rather than any actual flavors. The meat, however, seemed to taste far more satisfying. You entirely focused on the various meats, not even aware of the slight red glow in your eyes as you ate. 

Mihawk ate at a much slower pace, savoring the food before him in appreciation. He paused to speak to you in a firm tone. “Vampires who care not for the people they feast on have no right to become stronger. It’s important to fight, and kill, only when necessary.” He wiped the side of his mouth with the cloth, speaking in a slightly softer tone. “You care for the living, more so than many.” It was a near appreciative statement, as he noted how eagerly you were eating. 

“Have you eaten yet, since turning?” He asked genuinely, noting how you tried to conceal the ravenous hunger you were feeling…albeit failing miserably. “Food, no matter the species, is essential to life. If you haven’t eaten in a while, it’s understandable how weak you’ve been since you arrived."

You paused only momentarily, trying to think. “Um…about two months. Give or take.” You spoke, not thinking there was much to your statement. With how involved you were in your food, you didn’t notice his eyes widening slightly in shock. 

“Two…months?” He mumbled the words, almost unaware that he’d even spoken them. 

His mind wandered…looking at the young vampire before him. Two months is practically unheard of. Most vampires would be completely incomprehensible at even one. Once the hunger sets in, they’d stop at nothing to consume any and all living things around them. They became completely primal, not speaking or even stopping their kills to pause and think. The fact it had been nearly two months since you’d eaten…you were far more strong-willed than he could have ever anticipated. 

He’d normally get onto those eating so ravenously, but instead he added a second helping of the food onto your plate silently. A quiet gesture of appreciation and concern. “You’ll need to be eating regularly. Depending on the vampire, two to four times a week is essential.” He cleared his throat slightly and waited for you to finish eating before he continued. 

“Next I will observe you hunting. There are more than enough animals on this island for you to hunt down. I’ll respect your desire not to harm humans, not that there were any on the island to begin with.” His usual demeanor of controlled confidence had resumed, giving no note of other emotions in his expression. 

You nodded, but tilted your head in thought. “What…animals should I be hunting?” You furrowed your brow, but a slightly relieved smile was on your face. It’s a wonder how you made it that long without eating, both to you and to him. But now that you’d eaten more than your fair share of food, you felt ready to take on any challenges he threw your way. 

“That will be up to you. I will stay here and observe, you’re to catch five separate animals and bring them back here.” He stood from his seat, gesturing to the forest outside the window. “There will be no more food provided for you while you’re here, and anything you catch I will cook and prepare for your meals for the next few days.”

Your eyes widened slightly, but you nodded with a determined expression. If that’s what you had to do, you’d do it with no hesitation. While you weren’t one to hurt other humans, you’d hunt down animals. It wasn’t something you’d done before, but surviving was far more important. If you wanted food? You’d catch it. And if hunting down animals is what it would take to make Mihawk your sire, you’d figure everything out along the way to ensure it happens. 

Before you could speak, Mihawk dissolved into the shadows and left you speechless. “W-Wait what do I use to hunt them!?” You called out, but groaned when you didn’t gain a response. You huffed with slight irritation and resolve. “Fine…I’ll do it myself. I’ll catch ten animals and show him I’m serious.” 

You walked back the way you came, nearly getting lost in the vast expanse of halls, before reaching the front door. “I’ll show him…” You mumbled as you swung the door open. A quick glance around had you wondering if you’d get lost in the forest itself, but now wasn’t the time to worry about all that. 

As you stepped into the forest, you tried to listen for any noises of life that you could find. You couldn’t discern between an animal walking around, or just the sound of the trees swaying in the wind. Okay…so maybe this would be harder than you thought. But you weren’t going to give up easily, even if it took days…you’d beat this stupid challenge. It was a skill you may need, but not one you had ever tried to hone before. 

With a huff of determination, you set out deeper into the woods. The trees all looked the same, and the forest itself was cluttered beyond belief. It’s clear no one had truly been in the forest before enough to declutter it in the slightest. And just as you thought that, a noise peaked in your ears above you. A quick glance up showed a squirrel high up in the tree. 

You grinned, realizing you saw your first prey. You debated momentarily how to get the squirrel, thinking maybe you could throw a rock at it. Upon picking up a stone, you narrowed your eyes and aimed, throwing the rock with all your strength right at the squirrel. Clearly, you had forgotten about enhanced senses of being a vampire. 

You missed the mark, instead blowing a stone sized hole right through the tree and watching the squirrel jump to another tree and make its escape. Your jaw had dropped, but slowly turned into a smile. Oh yeah, catching ten animals was going to be a piece of cake. You were faster, stronger…and by far smarter than any of these forest animals. You’ve totally got this. 

Mihawk was watching the entire time, letting out a breathy chuckle at your clearly miscalculated throw. He gained a newfound respect for you at your determination to pass these trials. How you would giggle as you caught an animal, how you’d pump your fist in the air at your victory…it was all entirely endearing to him. Vampires were usually cold, manic and unhinged when hungry or faced with challenges. You seemed to be the opposite. Goofy, proud and more than a little excitable. It was refreshing to say the least, to see you near innocently laugh and giggle as you caught an animal. 

He was quickly realizing that you would indeed become his only thrall. Were he to have a beating heart, it would be racing from the quiet laughter he’d let out when you’d make a sarcastic comment at an animal that couldn’t understand you in the slightest. Yes…despite never having a thrall, it would be a strong possibility with you. You wanted to survive? Well he was growing to want that just as much as you did. 

It took you all of two hours to catch ten animals, and you skipped back to the castle with a silly grin on your face. Letting them drop to the ground, you knocked on the castle door. “Mihawk! Can I come in?” You called out with much less embarrassment as you initially had. The door opened near instantly, as if he were waiting for you. 

The corner of his mouth was slightly raised, and he opened the door fully for you. “You know…you only need to ask that once.” He said, near teasingly. A glance at the dead animals you were dragging behind you made him let out a soft chuckle. Some of them were far more injured than others, no doubt due to the…interesting…methods you had when catching them. 

Many were hit by rocks, some were even simply grabbed too hard. It had him shaking his head, and he led you back to the dining room. He waved his hand and the animals disappeared, having you gasping and looking at him with irritation. “Wait hey! I caught those fair and square!” You whined, this time gaining a more audible laugh from him. 

“Yes, yes. I know. You did…well. I simply sent them to the freezer for cooking later.” He reassured, taking his place once more at the head of the table. “Now…as for being your sire.” He locked eyes with you, gesturing for you to sit beside him on the other side of the table. “You’ve done well, however there are things you must know before we proceed.”

You eagerly sat beside him, nodding and listening intently. 

“It is not for the faint of heart. You will be bound to me. If I were to give you an order, you’d have no choice but to obey. Think of it as a…connection, on a deeper level.” He continued to speak, noting your expressions as he did so. “You may have experienced a deep rooted pain when your other sire had passed. It would feel similar to that if anything were to happen to me down the line.” He leaned forward, resting his elbow on the table as he placed his chin in his hand. 

“However the longer the bond remains, the more viscous the pain may be. Some thralls have been known to die from the pain once their bond had escalated for several hundred years.” He let his words sink in, before extending an arm to you, palm up. “You may be my thrall, but know that many will seek to harm you. Tear your bond, and bring harm to me. You will be required to train with me daily, in order to reduce the chances of harm befalling either of us.” 

You nodded as he spoke, taking in his words. It took several moments to ponder, looking at his extended arm in front of you. There was no doubt in your mind that this is what you wanted, but you wanted to carefully consider your options. This would be dangerous, but it would be even more dangerous to be alone through all the pain the world would undoubtedly bring. You took his arm in your hands, knowing what to do from the first time the vampire before Mihawk had made you his thrall. 

Hesitantly, you opened your mouth, teeth sinking in lightly to his wrist. As pitiful as it sounded, you didn’t want to hurt him. You drank from his wrist, but fought your own will as much as you could to pull back after several moments. At first, it didn’t feel like anything happened. But quickly that changed. 

It felt as if a wide surge of power coursed through your veins, eyes widening as you looked at him. Words couldn’t describe it, the feeling of having someone as powerful as Mihawk being the one to protect you. You weren’t naive, you knew that he had the power to harm you more than anyone, and your bond would prevent you from leaving. But along with the power you felt, the overwhelming sense of safety encapsulated it. 

“So…it’s done then?” You spoke, almost alarmed by how much more firm your voice sounded as your senses all worked in overtime. 

“Yes, it is done. You are now bound to me, until the day either of us perish.” He pulled his arm back, rubbing the spot on his wrist you had bitten until the wound itself had cleared from his skin. “Know this. I will never harm you, and never intentionally put you in harm's way.” He spoke genuinely, and there were many underlying emotions in his tone. 

“We start training tomorrow. Tonight, we shall feast in celebration.” He gave the closest thing to a smile as you’d seen him give, and he patted the top of your head a couple times as if you were a child being praised by their parents. “You did a good job today. You show a lot of promise, or I wouldn’t have allowed you to be my thrall. Be proud of how far you’ve come.”

You felt tears start to well in your eyes, a relieved smile on your face. All of the emotions you’d suppressed up until now seemed to be bubbling under the surface. The fear, the desperation, the fury, the relief and happiness all welled into one. As a tear fell, he wiped it from your cheek gently. “Thank you…” You muttered, before smiling wide at him. “This means a lot to me. I mean it.” You let out with a soft laugh.

He gave a genuine smile, before standing to show you to your room. 

A couple months had passed since then. He was always kind to you, even during more intense training sessions, always looking out for you. He respected your desire to never harm a human being, and seemed to appreciate it if nothing else. Your time was joyful, more so than either of you had anticipated. There were many nights you’d sit and read together, simply enjoying each other’s company. Other nights, he would teach you how to cook with varying animal meats in a way that allowed as much nutrition to come through than before. 

You hadn’t had anyone else come to the island until today. The hunters association had sent numerous hunters to hold a meeting with Mihawk, undoubtedly about a mission he had to partake in. Despite feeling like you shouldn’t be there, Mihawk insisted you stay sat next to him. It was awkward, bordering on uncomfortable as they talked about the details of the mission. The hunters continued to throw glances at you, and as the meeting was coming to an end, one hunter was bold enough to ask who you were. 

Mihawk, without hesitation placed a hand on your shoulder and gave you a tender glance before his expression turned firm as he looked at each of the hunters of the association. “She is my daughter. There will be no harm that comes to her, understand?” His tone carried a hint of warning, as if daring anyone to try and harm you. 

Your gaze shot to Mihawk’s face, unsure of if he meant it or not. Clearly you weren’t biologically his, but what was his reason to lie like that? Your jaw had even dropped slightly, looking at him with a mixture of curiosity and confusion. Deciding now wasn’t the time to bring it up, you looked back to the table while often stealing glances at Mihawk as the meeting ended. 

Everyone got up to stand, and the two of you walked the hunters out of the door. They exchanged a few more statements, before the door closed behind them. “Allow me to escort you back to your room for the day.” He spoke, a hand on the small of your back as he led you back to your chambers. His words continued to ring in your ears, unable to forget what he’d said. 

Deciding to question him, you spun on your heels to look at him, the same curiosity and confusion you felt expressed clearly on your face. “Why…did you call me your daughter? Was it just to protect me?” The question had nagged at your mind ever since he had mentioned it, the desire and near need to know driving you mad. 

Mihawk gave you the tender smile you’d only ever seen directed at you, and he shrugged carelessly. “Not just to protect you, no. I said it because that’s simply how I see you.” He had spoken in such a matter-of-fact tone, that it nearly left you frozen in place. He was clearly waiting for a response, but when he didn’t get one he continued. “If you wish for me not to think that way, I won’t bring it up again. Your comfort in the matter means more to me than my paternal feelings towards you. Though…I can’t promise I won’t still see you that way.” 

Your eyes widened slightly as you nodded slowly. “No…no it’s okay. I don’t mind. It’s…kind of nice, actually.” You let out an awkward laugh as you rubbed the back of your neck. “I’m not sure if I’m ready to call you dad yet or not, but I do kinda feel the same.” You turned your eyes back to him, and gave him a soft smile. “But it’s not like we don’t have thousands of years to get to that point, right?” You said with a small laugh, pointing out the obvious. 

Mihawk let out a laugh in return, and patted your head gently. “And right you are, my dear.” 

As the months passed, you’d only grown closer and closer. The feelings you both had became natural after a while. You’d called him dad more times than you could count, and he seemed to grow softer around you than you’d ever seen him. Who knew you’d have the privilege of calling the strongest vampire in the world your dad? And it was hard to miss the tender smile he’d give you each time you said it. 

There were times he’d be away, on missions the hunters association would give him. Those were the hardest times, not knowing where he was or how he was doing. Little did you know, he was even more careful on those missions than he ever was before. It only made sense in his mind, knowing he had a daughter waiting for him at home. If he got injured, he knew you’d be able to feel it too. It wasn’t something he’d planned on worrying about, but he was more than willing to take longer on the missions if it meant playing it safer so you’d have no room for worry. 

Besides, he would never get tired of seeing you leap at him for a hug while calling out “DAD!” each time he’d return home. While it was unexpected at first, it became one of the greatest joys he’d ever had in his undead life. It usually resulted in you showing him a cool new trick you’d learned, and seeing a spotless home you’d clearly worked hours on cleaning. The small joys of each day made him grow impossibly more fond of you. 

As the sun set today, you were both working on preparing the food for the day when you both looked up and out the window. You heard a noise outside and carefully walked to the window to see what the noise was. Seeing two people bickering and fighting like children wasn’t what you expected to see. They were certainly acting like siblings, their fighting being more pulling on each other’s ears and poking each other than any kind of fighting that could do harm. 

Despite acting like children, they were both fully grown. A tall man with green hair was screaming at a much smaller girl with pink hair. They were dressed in vastly different styles, and threw silly insults at each other through the whole thing. It had you giggling, looking up at your dad with a teasing smile. 

“So…you wanna have another couple kids? They seem…fun.” You jabbed, bumping his arm with your shoulder. You looked back at the two bickering, wondering if they truly were siblings based on how they were acting. 

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Though today, the date wasn’t really planned properly. It was freezing outside, in a sudden cold front. The carnival was still lit up, but even the workers were wearing heavy jackets or coats, while you stood there in a thin t-shirt and shorts. It was so warm yesterday! How were you supposed to know there’d be a wave of chillness through your town? It only made you sigh, and clutch Jack’s hand tightly as you walked slowly through the carnival. 

He laughed when you started shivering, and it only made you pout at him since he was completely unaffected by the cold. “Should’ve dressed warmer~” He teased, and patted your head, but as he looked down at you…his eyes seemed to darken as they locked onto your chest. It was nearly unnoticed, but his carefree expression covered his face once again. He let out a chuckle, and he pulled you through the shops and stalls. 

It wasn’t long before you were clinging to his arm, teeth chattering. Your breasts pushed against his arm as you cradled it, even though you knew it wouldn’t bring you any warmth. His temperature always seemed to be cool across his whole body, but right now even he wasn’t as cold as the cruel wind that brushed across you. You clenched his arm in your grasp, and looked up at him with sincerity. “Can we go now? It’s too cold…” 

If you didn’t know any better, you’d say he tensed up as you hugged his arm against you. All you got in response is teasing though, as he turned to you and cradled your cheek with his free hand. You didn’t notice the shift in the air around you, but you did notice the wind seemed to calm as he kissed you. He pulled back only slightly, a wicked grin on his face as he laughed. “How could you look like that around all those strangers, hm?” His expression was dark, but a wide grin on his cheeks that gave your body the impression it was heating up. 

“L-Like what?” You said, confused, but still shaking. It was getting a bit warmer…so you looked around, to realize Jack had sent you both into his domain. It could warp and shift into anything he wanted, and right now he was making it only slightly warmer. At least without the wind, you didn’t shiver as violently as it had before. “C-Can’t you make it warmer?” You pleaded, and your hand grasped his arm as you spoke softly. 

He cackled in response, and spun you in a circle, only to realize you were then in the center of the stage. It was large, and completely empty. Sometimes he had souls he’d taken sprawled throughout, but right now it was completely silent…empty. You had no idea what he had planned, and it filled you with both fear and excitement. You trusted him entirely, and knew you would enjoy whatever it was he was preparing to do. 

“Like this!” He said, and one of his arms wrapped around your waist to pull you closer while the other cupped your breast, his thumb rubbing small circles around the peak. You hadn’t even noticed your nipples showing through your shirt, and the thought only had you embarrassed. “You’re mine to play with, I don’t want people looking at you the way I look at you.” He smiled wide, but his eyes were narrowed, leaving him with an intimidating look of desire. 

You gasped, and your hands shot up to his shoulders. “M’sorry…” Was all you could say, breathing picking up as his finger trailed across your nipple as he cackled. A small squeak of surprise left your lips as he spun you to the ground, your hands shooting out to catch yourself. He wasn’t having it, and your hands tried to pick yourself up from the position he had put you in. It wasn’t like you didn’t want this, but you were beyond surprised. 

Really, you should expect this, but the only thing you could expect with Laughing Jack…was you never really knew what his next move would be. That thought only heightened as he pulled you by your waist, a hand on your back to keep your chest to the ground. Your face was practically stuck on the floor, and you wince with a whimper as his claws dug slightly into your back. His grip was firm, and he pulled you onto your knees and his free hand trailed idly along your ass. 

“If your body reacts like this to the cold…I wonder how else it’ll react to it.” He hummed in thought, and you wondered what he was about to do. Within seconds, a hole had been ripped through your pants and underwear. His hand cupped your ass, before his fingertips teased your folds. 

The cold made you gasp, and tried to move away from him in shock, though he kept you firmly in place. His fingers were abnormally cold, and you knew it was intentional. A whimper left your lips, and you felt your clit throb as he slowly spread your folds. “J-Jack…” You pleaded, whimpering before letting out a shrill moan when he shoved one of his fingers in. 

He laughed loudly, but you could hear the undertones of a growl in his voice. “Hm, it’s cold out here, but somehow…it’s warm in here. Maybe you enjoy this more than I thought~” He sounded desperate, but still somehow in control. It wasn’t just you that got excited from this, and it was clear in his words and actions. 

Your face flushed with embarrassment, knowing he was right. Your body had heated up substantially, and you felt the wetness slowly dripping down your thighs as he thrust his finger into you slowly at first, before picking up the pace. But every time you got close, he would slow down. It had you whimpering and whining as you felt the stark contrast between his icy cold fingers and your blazingly hot core.  

“I think you’re ready, don’t you think?” You could hear the smirk in his voice, but couldn’t see him as he patted your back to instruct you to stay in this position. “But I wouldn’t say you’ve earned all of me yet. Besides…I know how much you love this.” He spoke, and didn’t give you a second to wonder as he removed his finger, only to lick your folds slowly with his snake-like tongue. 

It had you crying out, and you writhed, only for his arms to firmly grip your thighs and keep you in place. His tongue was much larger than his fingers, and had a texture you could never pinpoint. Despite that, you both knew it was one of your favorite ways to cum…even though right now it felt like his tongue was made of ice. It wasn’t something you’d ever experienced before, and after all his teasing, it didn’t take you long to tumble over the edge. 

When he was satisfied and let you ride out your orgasm for as long as you could, he flipped you over onto your back. You were disheveled and panted beneath him with wide, glazed eyes. “You look so pretty when you come undone for me…” He smirked, and his claws shot down onto the stage on either side of your head. “If you look like this after my tongue, I bet you’ll look even better with all of me in you.” He cackled, head throwing back as he laughed. 

He took a deep breath and looked at you, as the air around you chilled and became almost freezing. You shivered and immediately clung to him for any semblance of warmth. His look never wavered, and if anything, that smirk only grew. “That’s right, I’m your savior, aren’t I?” He leaned close, a crazed look in his eyes that had you gasping. “You’re gonna cum for me again and again, and I’ll only make it colder until you’re shivering beneath me, but if you’re good…”

You ran your fingers through Mammon’s hair, tugging only slightly. He was gasping, whimpering beneath your touch. Despite it all, he glared up at you as he tried to cover up his noises. It was far from a successful attempt, and it only made you smirk as your hand moved along his length with precision. Not too fast, not too slow, just the right pace that had him a melted mess beneath you. You were sat on the side of the bed, bending over slightly to keep your eyes locked on his. 

“W-Why shou-should I say s-sorry?” He panted as he stuttered, and strained against the restraints keeping his arms and legs tied to the bed frame. He was strong enough to break them, and you both knew it. But the way he whined and writhed showed that…he didn’t want to. He was enjoying this as much as you were, if not more. “H-He did it!” He scowled, but the noise that was meant to sound strong and defiant was far from such. The only emotion that persisted above the others was desperation. 

You weren’t giving him enough stimulation, while simultaneously giving him too MUCH stimulation. Your movements were to torment him, while bringing him to the edge of bliss time and time again. “Mammon, baby…you know it was your fault.” A soft laugh left your lips, and you sighed, giving his length a firmer squeeze as you continued to stroke him. “Lucifer didn’t spend all the money on his personal card to buy…hm…what was it? Ah yes, accessories for YOUR room.” At your words, you quickened your pace for emphasis. 

He let out a strangled moan, biting his lip harshly to prevent himself from being louder than he already was. “B-But he’s got t-the mone-ney for it!” Mammon tried to plead his case, and it actually made you smirk. He was making this more fun than it already was, pouting in protest while he sucked in air sharply with each stroke. When you smirked though, his pout faltered and he looked nervous…but eager. 

You laughed, leaning down from your spot as you sat next to him on the bed to let your lips grace his ear. “But that’s not your money to spend, baby. So now you’ll have to pay for it in…other ways.” As you finished speaking, you nipped his earlobe and dragged your teeth down the side of his neck. “Let’s see, just from memory, you spent well over a thousand devil points. Did Lucifer really deserve to have all that stolen from him?” You spoke as if lecturing a small child, with a grin on your face. 

“F-Fine I’m so-sorry!” He gasped, whimpering loudly as you only moved faster. He writhed, and gasped, whimpering and moaning as he shut his eyes tight. It was as if he didn’t want to say the words at all, and could have been lying to get out of whatever punishment this was. “I-I said I’m sorry!” He hissed through gritted teeth when you only stroked him faster and rougher. 

“I’m not the one who needs to hear that you’re sorry. You have to promise on our pact that you’ll tell him you’re sorry.” Your tone made it clear you weren’t upset with him, but this was far too amusing to stop now. “AND, you’ll be paying him back in a reasonable amount of time.” With a soft laugh, you gripped him firmly and started moving your hand up and down his shaft rapidly. “Promise me, baby.” You whispered in his ear, and pulled back to look at his face with the darkened eyes and smirk you know he loves. 

Mammon couldn’t form words by the time you were stroking as quickly as you could. He wasn’t patient, and you knew he’d cum soon, no matter if you said he could or not. Doesn’t mean he wouldn’t try. You whispered in his ear, bringing him closer to the peak of bliss when you tutted. “No, no, baby. You can’t cum yet. You haven’t promised you’d say sorry.” Your voice was soft, but teasing as his eyes shot open to look at you. 

“B-But-” He whimpered, pleading before letting out a cry. Your hand shot up to cover his mouth, as he released a series of strangled moans into your hand. His chest heaved, and his hips tried to buck up into your hand with desperation. As soon as you removed your hand from his mouth, he was sputtering out, “I promise! Fuck, I promise! I-I’ll say s-sorry!” He hadn’t hardly finished the sentence when you felt him twitch in your grip, knowing he was nearing the edge. Despite that, you had to continue to tease him. 

“I don’t know if that’s good enough, baby. You really upset him, are you sure you deserve to cum when you were so thoughtless earlier?” Your other hand moved to trail down his chest, teasingly moving along the marks on his chest. “I don’t think you deserve it just yet. I don’t think you feel SORRY enough.” You sighed, and dug your nails into his chest lightly. Not enough to make him bleed, but to leave faint red marks later. 

“P-please! I ain’t able to h-hold it no more, please!” He begged, writhing under your touch as his hips bucked up to meet your hand. He was whining and whimpering, and you wouldn’t let him reach that peak yet. The noises he was making really did sound like you were torturing him…and maybe you were, but not in a way that he didn’t crave. “P-PLEASE!” He called out, and he tensed his entire body up. 

You paused momentarily, and ran your fingers along his cheeks. He had started crying, and something seemed to ignite within you. Your smirk creeped back onto your face, and this time you shifted to maneuver yourself on top of him. “You look so pretty when you cry, baby.” The words were almost growled, as you picked up the pace and tugged him by the back of the neck into a kiss. “Keep crying for me.” You muttered against his lips, your own voice starting to sound desperate, and you let out soft grunts and growls into the kiss. 

With one last motion, you sat up, letting him coat your chest and abdomen in his cum. You let him ride out that high, and slowly ceased your strokes as he reached his limit. He only writhed, whimpering softly as he looked up at you with dazed eyes. Seeing you covered in his cum had him twitching in your hand, which only made him wince. 

“Y-You really had fun with that one, didn’t ya?” He huffed, but you knew he wasn’t really upset despite his harsher tone. “But…I had fun too.” Mammon spoke softly, as he looked away from you with a pout. He was still panting, trying to catch his breath from the overwhelming amount of pleasure he just felt. 

“I know you did, baby.” You leaned forward, bringing him into a much softer kiss. Both of you sighed into the kiss, and pulled back momentarily to start recovering from the night. “Honestly? I think it was kind of…hot…how you cried like that. It really kicked me into overdrive to make you feel even better.” You laughed a bit breathlessly, and caressed the side of his face. 

“D-Don’t get used to it! I don’t cry!” He huffed and pouted firmly with a glare as he looked up at you. “You’re a sadist, you know that?” He glared as hard as he could, but his entire expression shifted when you smiled at him sheepishly. “W-Woah, hey! I wasn’t tryin’ to be mean!” By then, he’d broken the restraints and held your face to make sure you weren’t upset at all. 

“I know you weren’t being mean, I just…didn’t know I had it in me.” You laughed a bit louder, and rested your weight on top of him. You’d get cleaned up soon, but right now you just wanted to rest in the moment. After a few minutes, you’d smirked at him as he rubbed your back. “You know…I kind of want to make you cry in the best ways possible.” 

Though today you thought you saw a small shift in his appearance. It wasn’t a different hairstyle, nor did you notice him getting any taller…but it seemed like something was completely wrong about his appearance. You were stumped, and stared at him intensely at the dinner table. Any other day and you might have dropped it, but you were determined to know the answers to your questions that had been building up for the majority of your relationship. 

When you saw traces of red and orange across his face for a split second, you couldn’t deny those nagging thoughts anymore. Though as soon as you opened your mouth to speak, you hesitated. What were you supposed to do? Ask him if he was even human? That wouldn’t go over well, but neither would sitting here contemplating if you should just ask the question or not. With a deep sigh, you looked at him with a mixture of hesitation and overwhelming curiosity. 

“Zhongli…this might sound stupid…” You tried to give him a small smile, but you were worried you’d look like a complete idiot for even thinking about asking your question. “Are you…entirely human?” It was hard to maintain eye contact with him, but it left you with your jaw dropping when he responded casually. 

“No.” 

You gasped, but gulped and tried to gather your courage to continue on with this train of conversation. “So what…are you?” It had your full attention, knowing he wasn’t one to joke around when you were being so earnest…or even joke around at all. “Sometimes I see you look different. Like a different skin color for a second, or you always seem to know what I’m thinking or what I like.” You felt the need to explain, trying to prove to him and yourself that you weren’t crazy. 

“I’m a Djinn.” He spoke, matter-of-factly. As he took a sip of his drink, he waited patiently for your response. When he didn’t get one, with you stumbling for words, he continued. “I’m sure you’re aware of what that is. Though I’m a bit different from the others, in that…I sought a relationship with a human. And I don’t regret that choice.” His words held no hesitation, but there was a small glimmer of vulnerability in his eyes. He was genuinely scared you’d react harshly to it. 

“Oh…” You muttered, unsure of what exactly to say. Sure, you’d heard of Djinn, but you had no idea they were real. And even moreso, you had no idea you were dating one. “I don’t really know much about them-I mean you! I mean-wow I’m really messing this up…” You sighed, and looked at him apologetically. “Is it true you can look however you want to? Is it a mirage or do you actually become what you want?” The traces of excitement were clear in your voice, and he gave a soft smile in appreciation. 

“It may be easier to show you.” He coughed, and let you pay for the meal as per usual, though you didn’t mind. As soon as the bill had been paid, he held your hand and led you to the outskirts of your small town in Liyue. 

Normally, you’d be afraid to go this far away with someone you didn’t know. But in that moment…you were sure you’d always known the real Zhongli. You may not have known WHAT he was, but you knew WHO he was, and that was far more important. Still, you’d be lying if you said you weren’t nervous to see him potentially shapeshift in front of you. Would he be something dangerous? Something cutesy? Maybe even something small. Though when he did change his form, you couldn’t have been prepared for what you saw. 

In a matter of seconds, he had changed and become a long legless dragon. Despite not even having wings, he floated effortlessly a few feet above the ground. Your jaw dropped once more, and you reached out to feel his face without thinking twice. To your surprise, it seemed as if he really did change into this creature. You could feel every scale, and the structure of his bones through your fingertips. 

“That’s so cool…” You mumbled, and you heard a soft chuckle. It made you jump, somehow even surprised at the fact he sounded the exact same, except for a slight twinge of roughness in the tone. “S-Sorry…I just don’t know what to say.” You staggered a bit, but leaned into his touch with a laugh as his tail wrapped around you loosely. 

“If you’d like, I can show you the skies. I’m overdue for a flight anyway.” He didn’t portray any preference, as if it was completely up to you or not, and he didn’t mind either response. Though he could pick up on your question easily, continuing. “I wouldn’t let you fall. Not in a million years.” He leaned his head forward, and relaxed himself as he gave you a small reassuring squeeze. 

“I think…I’d like that. But I’m gonna hold you to your word!” You playfully poked his nose and let out a giggle. “I’ll never forgive you if you let me fall.” But as you grew more used to his form, you ran your hands along his scales in a display of affection. Your eyes were still wide in awe, but your face held a wide grin, as you felt like you’d been able to see something very few in history have. You swelled with pride, and you promised yourself you’d never do anything to break his trust. 

With his help, you got on him, grasping tightly around him with your arms and legs. A surprised yelp left your lips as he moved slowly and precisely further into the sky. But true to his word, he never got you anywhere close to falling off. If you neared that point, he grasped you firmly and helped you stay in place. It was the first of many flights, and you got to see just how easily he could look like anything he wanted to. 

One question stuck though, and you had to ask a few months after you learned of what he was. “Why…this form? You could look like anything in the world! So why do you choose to look like that?” You hummed, your head in his lap as you looked up at him. “I’m not complaining! I mean you look great, but I wanna know the thought process behind it. 

It caused him to let out a chuckle, and he cradled your face in his hands. His eyes were full of adoration, and he stroked your cheeks with his thumbs. “Because…I believed this was the kind of man you would speak with.” His confession had you blushing red, but your look of shock was replaced with a grin. 

“You’re really sweet and sappy, beneath that apathetic facade you know.” You giggled, and leaned further into his touch. 

He’d be back to your room within the next hour, as he promised, so you had the perfect idea on how to help him destress. You’d managed to avoid his brothers, and headed to a shop in town. Money wasn’t an issue, and you’d decided to wear a black and red lacy piece. Once you put it on in the changing room, you knew this was the one. It left little to imagination, and most of it was see through, small pieces solid over your nipples and between your legs. There were lines of fabric running across, but for the most part, he’d be able to see everything clearly through this lingerie set. 

It had the garters you knew he loved, which pulled the whole piece together to make it perfect. You were excited, feeling proud that you’d be able to help him out in this way. You’d done sexual things with him before…regularly…and it really seemed to brighten his mood. Though you’d be lying if you said it didn’t make you feel as good as he did. He wasn't one to revoke power or control, but he’d let you on a handful of occasions in your years of being with him. 

Tonight though, you wanted to go at his pace and do anything it took to help him feel better. Rather it be your pleasuring him, or him pleasuring you. He tended to like both options, and refused to cum before you had. When he did, he’d pay you back tenfold…literally. There would be times tears welled in your eyes as he brought you to the edge of pleasure time and time again, knowing you had to at least attempt to be quiet with his brothers in the dorm. 

Everything was laid out, rose petals leading to the bed, as cliche as that was. It showed you put thought and effort into this, and prompted tonight to be as rough or as romantic as he wanted it to be. Then, when you put on the outfit, you rest on your heels in front of the door. He would be back at any moment, and you laid your hands on your knees and kneeled in front of it while you waited patiently. Something about waiting for him like this set you both off, and you knew that when you did this there wouldn’t be much sleep that night. 

True to his word, Lucifer opened the door not long after. He was sighing, and looked straight ahead before his eyes darted downwards to you. His expression was shocked, before his eyes darkened and he smiled at you. Lucifer let out a small chuckle, and leaned down to grab you by the back of your neck to help you stand. His hand remained there, and his fingers trailed along the side of your neck as he held you. 

He took a brief moment to look around the room, before he locked eyes with you. “Is this all for me? What for?” His voice reverberated around the room, and his eyes narrowed as he smirked at you. While one of his hands stayed on the back of your neck, the other trailed slowly along your arm. 

You shivered, and leaned into his touch. “You’ve…had a really long day. I know how stressed you are.” You reached one of your hands up to cup his face, and the other to rest on the center of his chest. “I want you to relax, and let me help you feel better…however you want to.” A sigh left your lips, and you looked up at him with sincerity. You were here for him, in every way possible and wanted him to know how much you cared. 

A growl left his lips, and he pulled you flush against him as he led the kiss. He deepened it without hesitation and his hand on your neck helped to keep you in place. His other hand trailed along your waist, keeping you against him even when he broke the kiss. “I love you.” He shuddered, the smirk faltering on his lips and replaced with a look of need. His hands slowly roamed along your body, and he hesitated, making sure you wanted to continue. 

You smiled up at him and nodded. He wanted to revoke control, but before anything intimate he always waited to make sure you were okay with it. Besides, sometimes on days like this where he HAD to be fully in charge and control, he wanted to give you the reins…conditionally. While he loved having full control, there were also moments like this where he wanted nothing more than to let you do whatever you wanted to him…he trusted you enough to know you wouldn’t go too far. 

With that, you nodded at him as you smiled. You rested a hand on his chest, and softly nudged him backwards as you pulled him into another kiss. This time, you set the pace despite his tongue twitching for more as you explored his mouth. The kiss never faltered, even as he backed up far enough to sit on the edge of the bed. Needing air, you pulled back only momentarily to sit on his lap. His legs were only slightly spread, and you could feel how much he enjoyed this through the confines of his pants. It made you shudder, sending the feeling through him as well. 

His hands shot up to rest on your hips, and you leaned into his touch. You rested your forehead against his, and slowly rolled your hips. The movement made you both shiver, and it made you realize how eager you had been for this. Making him feel good was your top priority, but you couldn’t deny how much you wanted to feel just as good as him. So soon, you were rolling your hips faster, grinding against him from your position on his lap. 

He let out soft sighs, and occasional growls, but he didn’t attempt to take control back. Though he tugged at your clothes, his eyes pleading with you to do this for him. As much as you wanted to tease, you still wanted to cater to his needs. With a nod of permission, he helped you remove the top half of the lingerie, and his eyes darkened as he saw your exposed chest. Despite you having control, he craved to have you in every way possible. 

He leaned forward, and placed kisses and nibbles down your neck and to your collarbone. “I don’t want to wait anymore.” Lucifer growled, placing a rougher bite to the side of your neck. “As much as I love this outfit…I want nothing more than to throw it aside. I’m done waiting.” His tone was desperate, and he flipped you around so you were on your back with your legs hanging off the bed as he placed himself between them. 

He breathed in a deep sigh that dissolved into a growl. His hands roamed your body, and he removed the rest of the lingerie, making a show of taking off his own clothes. The smirk he gave you had you flustered…he was definitely taking back full control right now. Your thoughts were only confirmed when he spoke, leaning down so his lips brushed across yours with his hand slowly moving between your thighs. 

“Patience is a virtue…one that I've never been able to harness in your presence. I’m yours just as you’re mine…so now, let me take care of you. There’s nothing I want more.” He smirked down at you, and closed the distance between your lips as he slowly ground against you.