warnings: nothing in this about any place i write will be completely accurate because I’ve never been there in person, erm sex is mentioned, law is being a ass but what else is new.
this song lowkey fits or this one if your not into jazz…and read this part first before this one or you’ll be lost :9
𖤐° the girl and the god, their journey begins.
The first thing I felt was plush bedding, soft or as my brain focuses on how the fabric is actually rather scratchy, all the small cotton nubs felt like needles to my exposed back.
the first thing my senses pick up on are the sound of cicadas or some other loud bug, I opened my eyes to the familiarity of a popcorn ceiling—where am I?
hmm—no voice this time..?
A few slow blinks later, I noticed a warm lit lamp, illuminating the bedside table, along with a full water bottle. How kind.
“Huh..” I mumble under my breath as I look at my body, sown up and covered in bandages, how long have I been asleep?
And how did I fall asleep in the first place..?
I don't remember what happened after all I remember is the before, when i had kissed that..oh yes that god, speaking of where—is he?
I lifted myself up slightly reaching for the water, but then again it was futile, my arm almost stung and it felt like lead.
fuck, And I feel like shit, not surprising considering what I had to run from, but i coulda sworn he had fixed this little issue?
I flopped back onto the bed now laying on my stomach as an almost mouse-like squeak of the door averted my attention to the right, a bathroom door opened to reveal the said god.
“where were you?” I mumbled with my eyes closed just loud enough for him to hear.
“the shower.” he chuckled, as i heard his footsteps as he strolled across the room over to a open what i assumed was a plastic convenience store bag.
“well mr. god, can you fix this?” I said unmoving as I finally opened my eyes to greet the fluorescent light.
“fix what?” he questioned, but it almost didn’t even sound like a question at all.
“oh my gods we both know you can hear my thoughts, but my body, it feels like lead.” I retorted with almost a huff.
“oh yeah, side effect of the pact.” he spoke as i heard his footsteps come closer, i blinked and he was kneeled down to my level with a hand, his his cupping my cheek.
“well can you fix it..wait what are you..?” i started before he chuckled again and went in to kiss me, you know i did kiss back at first, it almost felt like habit until i realized just who i was kissing, then i pushed back.
i looked at him like he was some odd alien creature, and he kinda was, “what the hell was that?” my voice almost sounded accusatory as he walked off back to what i guessed was a dresser, i sat up, before i realized the fact that i could that my body didn’t feel heavy anymore i saw bare ass, his bare ass..
“you said you wanted help, i helped you,” he started as he sorted through what i now saw was a bad of clothing. “if you don’t like my methods don’t ask—wait what’s wrong with you?” he continued until he turned to look at me showing more of that body of his, and it didn’t help that i was practically gaping at him..
okay—i am human, and anyone with a pulse can admit that he looks good..right?
“nothing um..why don’t you have any clothes on?” i sorta stumbled on my words as my mouth formed a line and I turned back to the lamp.
“because I showered?” he said it like it was common sense.
“EVER HEARD OF A TOWEL?” i snap my head back at him and i instantly regret it, oh fucking hell, why’d he have to look like that..
and the bastard just laughed, “oh i get it, you’re little human body finds me attractive” he chuckled again.
this cocky ass.
“oh fuck you, no i don’t and my body (yes i put air quotes sue me) doesn’t either!” i huffed out trying not to glance back at the man to make this anymore awkward, as i get up and make my way over to the bathroom.
“The arousal i smell off of you says different.” he says this like it’s common.
“wait what..?!” okay i can’t help but turn at that because what do you mean you smell…what?
He just laughed at my response as my eyes followed his movements as he dragged on his boxers, i wanted to look away i really did, but something in me wouldn’t let me..he’s like a male stripper. (LOL BRO…)
Once I finally tore my eyes away I ran myself into the bathroom and slammed the door, “have fun with your cold shower human.” he hollered loud enough for me to hear it through the door.
oh fuck him, and fuck this situation.
i took a breath as i looked at my soundings, from what i had already gathered we are in some type of motel, though i am happy that im finally alone, so i can finally admit to myself that fuck he looked good covered in ink, but he was still well a so called god.. and almost as if all at once everything hit me, the cult, the weird attractive god, all of it, and i just let myself sink against the wooden door .
I just stared at the lead white tile as i thought, oh god, what the hell did i get myself into now..
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After a short well panic attack, my shower went relatively quick, and for those wondering, no it was not cold, damn bastard. anyhow i did find a towel, what i was gonna get dressed in was a different matter entirely.
I just sighed, alas it was time to face the music.
As I opened the door, I was right, now that I'm more awake, this was a motel room, and he was just there sitting on the bed fully clothed (thank god) trying to work a flip phone, wait..the more i look at it, it looks like my flip phone..
okay wait, let me go about this civilized, i don’t need to flip after all i don’t even know if it is mine.
“oh your out of the shower.” he started as he threw the flip phone over to me, “that’s yours.”
i caught it, i checked and it indeed was mine, bastard..but wait how’d he get it back in the first place—and WHAT?
it’s been more than a month since I've been gone, oh so i can say goodbye to my apartment in new york, i could almost cry.
damn old man probably sold it! ughh.. I felt as if I wanted to rip out my hair before the god spoke.
“Wait, you live in New York? Isn't that up north if I remember correctly?” his head perked up and he sounded confused, and rather shocked, and there he goes listening to my thoughts again.
“yeah what’s it to you?” I side eyed him as I started to text back my friends who had most definitely put up missing posters, for once their dramatics were appreciated.
he just chuckled, “you're a long way from home human.” he said as he stood almost eyeing me.
I paused before I spoke, “and what is that supposed to mean?” I snap back as I catch on, “so if we aren't in New York, where the hell are we?” I ask as my hand grips the towel wrapped around my body.
“New Orleans, the only place in the world where you could summon one of the old gods and get away with it.” he retorts as my jaw drops.
“New Orleans as in Louisiana New Orleans?” I repeat myself in disbelief.
“yeah, i take it you didn’t know.” he says crossing his arms around his chest.
“uh yeah..? you think?” i say rolling my eyes as i sit down on the bed.
okay..fuck, fuck, fuck. what do i even do now?
“well i have a rough idea of what i have planned.” he spoke as if his plans applied to me.
“yeah and well i don’t give a damn.” i huffed out, “and stop getting in my fucking head!” i run a hand over my face.
he was silent for once, thank fucking god for that, and he just stared like he didn’t know what to do.
I just looked at him and sighed before i spoke, “What's your damn plan, you stupid god.” I mean what could asking hurt..? (turns out a lot)
he just chuckled, “well that’s no way to talk to someone who is gonna help you out.”
“out with it.” I say crossing my legs, his eyes traveled down for a moment before he continued.
“i can get you back to new york safely if you help me with my goal, think of it as a…” he paused, “an alliance of mutual benefit” his face held a smirk. (you see what i did there)
“okay..? what’s your goal?” i asked not prepared for the answer he was going to give me.
“to kill a god.” and he had the adaucity to fucking look smug about it.
and i just looked at him, because what do you even say to that.
“to kill..a god?” i stare at him like a mother whose kid spilt flour all over themselves, just dumbfounded.
i shake my head before i talk, “how do you even kill a god?” i questioned and he chuckled.
“why would i tell you?” his face held a smirk. “what if you kill me?” (bye he’s such a ragebater)
“oh i should—“ strangle him, but i’m not gonna say all that, i just sighed, “okay so what will we do first to this god?” i prop my face in my hand. (bye he is stressing her outt)
“we have to find him, and to do that we have to go to the french quarter so i can see a friend” he grinned.
“a friend?” i raise a eyebrow.
“information is hard to come by, and it ain’t cheep” he paused, “plus i haven’t been to this city of which i love in a hundred years, i want to see what’s changed”
well damn..it was just now hitting me that i was actually talking to a god, a god that’s older then most of my generation's granfolk..
“Well okay then, now please tell me you also got me some clothes?” i agree to his ridiculous plan for now, plus i always wanted to visit new orleans, this just gave me a chance..you know?
“what would you say if i didnt” he held that damn smirk.
“i’d tell you to go get me some damn clothes!” i say reaching over the bed to throw a pillow at him, one of which he caught with a laugh, i huffed, “unlike you I'm not a exhibitionist.”
“well lucky for you when i got your wallet back from those cultists i also got your clothes” he said throwing the pillow back and the bag of clothes along with it.
“thanks..” i say as i inspect my clothes, then something dawned on me as he was walking to leave the room, “wait why would you need my wallet?” i holler.
he was at the door when he turned to face me, “where do you think the money for the room came from?” he chuckled.
“WHAT?” i yelled as he flashed me the—no my wallet, i quickly grabbed the water on the nightstand and threw it at him or rather the door he slammed to avoid it and sighed.
“cheap bastard!” i yelled as he replied.
“beats stranded little girl.”
what a dick.
ugh i’d kill him if i could but whatever, i turned to the bag of clothes as i realized it was what i had last remembered wearing, a pair of flair jeans, some top and my prized leather jacket that i paid a little too much for, i had everything i last had, underwear and all, i might have to wash them but at least it’s my shit.
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once we made it to the so called french quarter, it had just stopped raining and it was the dawn of night as he called it, and everything i heard about this city was true, the lighting was warm and comforting but also cold as it reflected off the wet asphalt, jazz played on every street corner and given that it was almost september you could tell that this city had more roots than any tree i could ever describe, and here we were at the crossroads.
“Stay close to me.” he said, warning, but he still had a slight grin.
“Why?”i questioned simply for the fuck of it.
he paused where he stood and turned to me, “because if you stray away from me there’s not much of a chance i can save you.” he spoke and for once he sounded serious.
“Okay..” I gave a short response partly because that statement struck a weird fear in my stomach, and although as if I disregarded that fear I had so many questions for him.
the smooth sound of a saxophone rang through my ears, it was lulling, this city was beautiful, the amount of steps i took blurred together, it would be wonderful if i could—
‘I know what you're thinking, don’t’ his voice rang through my head and suddenly my mind cleared, I gasped as I looked at him, he had grabbed my hand, he was oddly warm.
‘Damn humans, always so swayed by the supernatural.’ I heard him but his mouth didn’t move once, there he was in my head again.
“I am not swayed..” I protested as he squeezed my hand, and before I could say anything else we were interrupted.
“i’ll be damned, trafalgar law.” a women’s voice spoke, she had a smooth voice, and something in me knew she wasn’t human.
where did she—? i couldn’t think as she spoke.
“your right, I'm not a human little bird.” She smiled at me as she cupped my face, I stared at her confused, she was alluring, I felt almost like a sailor at sea being controlled by a siren.
little bird?
“watch it.” the god, well law mumbled.
she put both of her hands up in defense before she leaned against a doorway with a sign above it that said voodoo, oh shit..
“So what brings you back to the waking world?” she had a sweet smile on her face.
“actually this little human right here.” he glanced at me then back at her and i felt..small like a child hiding behind their parents.
“really i didn’t think there was a human left that remained that remembered you, i thought they all died out along with her.” he chuckled.
his expression shifted to a glare, “robin you would do well to remember what I do to your kind.” he threatened, seems she hit a nerve.
“her kind?” I said quietly to myself as the woman named Robin spoke.
“He means witches dear” she spoke and lights around us flickered before she shifted her attention back to law, “and you’d do well to remember that you aren’t king of the hill anymore.”
law just let out a laugh mixed with a scoff, “right. and you are?”
“no but I'm sure you’ll be delighted to know who is, wouldn’t you, blood god?” she stood on the same ground as he did, and the air around us was thinner, like a mountain top.
It knocked the wind out of me as it did law, his body held the same amount of breathlessness as mine did, which was odd but what about this situation wasn’t, let’s be honest here this feeling was the most normal part about these so called cross roads so far.
“okay, okay robin i get your stance, is nika home?” he took a short breath as he let go of my hand, the air only went back to normal when i saw her smile again.
“in New Orleans, yes.” she starts, “here however, no.”
“where—“
“in the bayou.” she chuckles. “Do you both want to come inside? they do get quite restless this time of night” she offered.
Before I could say absolutely anything he spoke for us, “no thank you, though have you seen mihawk around? if he’s still even alive that is.” he chuckled as i watched, this was rather interesting, though i was wayyy out of my element.
“Now that’s a big fish!” a male voice boomed from behind the woman, the first thing i saw when i came into view was blue hair, almost teal.
“Indeed it is.” Robin smiled as the man kissed the top of her head. “Some would say he’s the king of his own hill.” she chuckled.
“more like the king of his own estate.” law grumbled and the man laughed.
“still as grumpy as ever,” he laughed as his gaze shifted from him to me, “you brought a human? please tell me this isn’t like—”
“it’s not, now will you both drop it.”
“drop what?” I look at him accusing.
The man and robin go quiet, like they are waiting to see what would happen next, how law would react next.
“Now here you go, why can’t you humans ever listen and stay quiet” he almost sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“oh yeah because i’m the one that can’t listen? how many times have i told you to get out of my head? and now I learn about your odd relationship with humans, and you expect me to stay quiet..yeah freaking right.” i huffed before I remembered one other thing “oh and don’t even get me started on the damn streaker thing you got going on you dumb god.” I insulted and crossed my arms giving him a look as if he was a little slow on the uptake.
“Oh, this one has some bite to her,” the man laughed.
“Oh shut the hell up franky” he groaned.
“streaker?”
“you too robin”
i couldn’t help but laugh at their interaction before robin spoke up, “now little bird if you ever get sick of him you do have the potential to become a witch you know” she smiled as i froze.
“me?” I questioned.
she just chuckled, “yes you, I do know he’s not the best company to keep around.”
“hell no, now where the hell is mihawk” law interrupted.
“shame,” she pulled out a card, “here is my calling card. If you ever change your mind, I'll be waiting.” She hands me her card, one with some type of sigil on it, and I'm not one to question. I just put it in my pocket before the god had anything else to say.
“Where is he robin?” He sounded irritated.
“oh god law you're an impatient little bastard you know that?” she groaned as she continued, “he’s down by the old church, well more as you said estate with his now mate .”
“he has a mate?” law questions as Robin sighed.
“Yes, less than you can say, now if that’s all, get the hell off my porch.” she said, slamming the door as her voice rang through my head.
“Don't mind him, little bird you're welcome anytime you please~” she said sweetly before her voice and shop disappeared completely.
“damn it she wanted me to find her.” law mumbled under his breath as he continued to walk forward.
“Um, are we going to talk about that?” I say running to catch up with his speed walking ass, referring to the disappearing act.
“no.” he said, shoving his hand in his jacket pockets.
“why not?!” I protested trying to keep up with his short temper. “Just tell me!” i wanted an explanation because well i’d never seen a building straight up go in smoke.
“about what? what do we have to talk about?” he turned to me still sounding irritated before he continued walking.
‘I am irritated,’ he retorted, oh fucking hell.
“about what just happened? because I don't have a damn clue in the world what just happened, and I refuse to just follow you blindly through this supernatural shitstorm!” I snapped at him, making him and a few other people stop, nosy onlookers.
he looked at me like i was crazy before he spoke, “and your yelling for?”
“oh you are such a ass!” i huffed out half ready to walk right back to that shop and take that woman's offer.
“you’ll do no such thing.” he said about my thought.
“and why not? because you can’t bear to part with me? Fat chance of that!” i go to walk away from him as he grabs my arm and pulls me back into some entryway.
“okay look, we made a pact, we put conditions on the pact it’s sealed and we are linked okay?” he said as if he was trying to reason with me.
“okay..i still don’t see your—“
“If you're hurt, I'm hurt, if you die, I die—and I quite like life as it is, you know living?” he sighed as he put both hands on my shoulders, “look it's not ideal, but your right i threw you into this, so here. every supernatural thing you could probably think of is in new orleans, vampires, witches, gods, werewolves you name it, you just happen to have the fucked chance to run straight into it.”
as he spoke something clicked in my mind, im so fucked. like genuinely what was i thinking summoning a god of whom now im linked to?? like what the hell? and then i agreed to this plan? oh fuck, fuck, fuck.
“look you don’t have to believe me, i honestly don’t care if you do, but what you need to do is know that those things i just named a very much real and you as a sacrifice have a red target on your back that says kill me.” he just sighed his grip on me loosening.
“a mark? okay..so if i’m hearing you correctly im now the target for every supernatural being in new orleans?” i say unsure.
“yes but no, oh gods,” he breathed as if he was trying to figure out how to explain this shit, “in order to be a sacrifice you have to be sort of premed”
“like a baby bird?”
he just chuckled, “sort of? but what helps it that you're not completely dead in the water yet.”
“Because I have you?” i raised a eyebrow to his proposition
“well not exactly, your will to live is strong enough to keep you alive for the time being.”
as i take my next breath i almost choke, well okay..okay, okay fuck. “this uh well is a lot..” i almost laugh awkward as it is, i felt as if i needed to say something, anything, and as he spoke next my heart started to beat out of my chest
he cupped my face, as if he felt bad, or maybe it was his lack of human interaction over the past century, “I know it is, i know, but what i need from you right is for you to trust me until I can tell you the rest” he almost pleaded, oh wow..
“to trust you..” i repeated what he said to let it sink in, wow this is my life now, one day you're a law student the next your bound to a god with a target on your back in new orleans.
and it turns out this god had only scorched the surface with information about this..
“yes and to not say yes to any crafty witches who will sacrifice you in a second” he retorted as he let out a breath he seemed to be holding as he let go of me and sunk against the other side of the wall in this narrow space.
“but she didn’t seem like the type—“
“they never do, and that’s what gets me about you humans you cling to life so desperately yet your naive wishes about people lead you down roads you’ll never return from.” he expresses and for once i see more of this god, a new side of him, one that is stressed and irrational and irritated and almost raw in a way.
i was right about my first thought about him, he is a beautiful asshole of a god, who seems to only look out for his own interest, but then he took the time to explain this to me when we could have been hunting this mihawk person.
“i’m not soft.” he interrupted my thoughts aloud.
“i never said you were.” I gave him a smile, as he sighed. “But I'll trust you.” I said as he paused.
his breath stuttered before he spoke, “good.” he held an almost micro expression of a smile before he cleared his throat, “then let's get going.”
Once we made it back onto the sidewalk again i felt normal, there were humans around us again and music played loudly so I decided to ask, "So what is this mihawk person anyway?” I questioned as we walked, because knowing him for the short amount of time i had, let’s just say i had a hunch that he wasn’t at all human.
“a vampire.”
“what?!” I holler and he pauses.
“what?” he questioned looking at me like i was this bazare thing.
“ vampires are real?” i say excitedly and he just side eyed me.
“yes..why?” He spoke almost cautious.
“I've always wanted to be one lowkey.” I giggled as he looked at me like he couldn’t fathom the idea.
“right..” he just kept looking at me sideways, “well im sure these vampires are nothing like those in your little human story books” he chuckled
“yeah, yeah whateverr” i chirped and had a new found pep in my step
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I found myself staring at the human girl as she walk, she was so odd, she wasn’t afraid to argue with me, to tempt me albeit unknowingly, but yet she was still soft at times, i was starting to feel a strange fondness for the girl, and every instinct in my body told me to crush that fondness with an iron boot.
and i almost wanted to, yet the way she acted reminded me of her, the damned spirit that haunted me for my captivity.
damn humans. annoyingly connective, all of them and their quarks.
though i am curious on why this one knows me, or rather knew my sigil and my name. and I'm equally as curious as to who would take that old fogey mihawk as a mate in the first place.
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As we approached the damned vampires estate I could tell instantly that it was his, him and that damned gothic architecture, very southern too, with those spanish moss trees covering every inch of land surrounding it, though something felt almost familiar about this place.
i felt a dizzying sensation, somehow this all felt achingly familiar as if it was all a very distant memory, something that i deemed worth my missing—
✦ new orleans, august 10th, 1835.
I awoke in sunlit moss, surrounded by those haunting trees. the moss was the greenest it had been all season and typically laying her was a privilege I afforded myself, since a little dove kept chirping in my ear about how overworking myself is a bad thing, i squinted as i saw chestnut, i reached for it, her hair.
it was always so soft.
“You're awake?” a sweet voice coaxed me from my dreamless sleep, a peaceful and quiet sleep.
“yes, much to my dismay.” I spoke with a slight grogginess, tired as I sat upright, I pushed my hair back, my white sleeve trailed in my vision.
“oh what a luxury it is to be a god, huh sir? to sit and lounge in moss all afternoon." She gave me a grin.
“oh stop, i asked if you’d join me” i could feel myself smile, as i pulled the woman in by her waist. “you said no.” i whispered against her ear.
—my memory felt hazy after waking after a century and now I'm here in a memory, was it the estate that prompted this? had i known where mihawk was all along—had i just simply forgotten it? the memory woman then spoke.
“Yes, since I had to deal with your friend.” she said poking my chest with a gloved hand.
“oh? whose here?” i questioned.
“oh that vampire mihawk, he wished to see if he could buy your estate” she giggled as i pressed a kiss to her collarbone.
I let out a chuckle, “it will be a cold day in hell when i sell him this estate.”
“I bet it will be.” she grinned, cupping my cheek as she pressed a soft kiss against my lips.
✦ present day, new orleans.
i gasped awake as i grasped the air for a woman that was no longer there, fuck.
I sat up, a hand pressed against my temple, as I glanced to my side to see my pact on the ground a few feet from me.
just like a downed raven.
“oh fuck..” i mumbled as my migraine set in as i dragged myself up to pick her up. First I checked her pulse, she’s breathing, I'm breathing, good.
i let out a sigh as i pushed my hair back, fucking hell, that was something i did not want or need to deal with right now, once i get her on my back i start to approach the estate that at one point in time was mine.
yeah a cold day in hell my ass. I thought as I kicked open the ornate wooden door.
it looked almost the same except there was more maroon in the parlor, colors of black sliver and red were littering the place in an antique fashion, and the furniture, he should thank the gods he didn’t get rid of anything, after all i spent half a century collecting these pieces, soon i let her down on a piece of cushion that resembled a love seat, i don’t want to think about whatever activities conspired on that.
I let out a sigh, I know nobody in this estate would touch her, I'm sure they remember me and they definitely remember the mark I'd left, and if anything or anyone is going to try for blood from her..id kill them myself.
i strolled through the halls of a much familiar house, damned robin always talking in riddles she knew i knew exactly where he was…and fuck i should’ve known.
I paused as I heard a rather loud and erotic moan, well there they are, right in the master bedroom.
soon enough i made it to the doorway of the would i be wrong if I called it a sex dungeon? I mean knowing mihawk..
oh well! i think as i pushed open the doors just to see mihawk fucking into a blonde vampire, huh so he really does have a mate.
Once the sound traveled to his oh so sensitive ears he spoke as his hips slowed, “oh I swear to—“ he sounded frustrated, as the women below him groaned.
“god?” my voice echoed as his head snapped, as the woman looked at him almost puzzled.
“law..” he said breathlessly and shocked.
the reaction of the day for a man that’s been gone for a hundred years.
“I love what you’ve done with the place.” I compliment as I walked over to pick up a glass of blood off another antique, this time it was one of my favorites, a golden brown wooden table, “now I need a favor.” I held a smirk as I sipped the blood.
not bad, not bad at all.
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𖤐° chapter one, end.
A/N: OK so I did not expect me to write this as fast as I did but what I thought everybody liking the first part I was like oh yeah, I should write the second part and now it’s 4 o’clock in the morning and I finished the second part, and I mean, I was like tunnel vision writing, but low-key. Let me know if you like it and let me know if laws in character or not because I kind of stray away from him a little bit but it was for character development so you know, but yeah like and subscribe guys I hope you like it or yeah, liked it!! oh and if there is anything misspelled or out of place interpret it because it’s not there, low-key this is kind of proofread kinda not yk and it’s like 5400 words I think last time I checked so this is definitely a longer one ;)oh and comments are actually so appreciated over here!
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