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✦Divider Credits✦

Okay you were wrong, it hadn't been a long week, it had been an infinite one, torturous too.

Romeo turned out to be about as useful as a white crayon, having been a God all his life meant he didn't ever have to actually do anything, able to simply snap his fingers and create just about anything.

Presicely because of this, he has no knowledge on even the most basic of things, you thought you would need to teach him the basics, not the basics of the basics.

It took everything in your being not to loose your mind as he started the third fire of the hour, fully accidental, of course, and it was near impossible to blame him for it when he looked like he'd burst to tears and evaporate on the spot if you so much as frowned your brow.

He trully was pathetic without his powers. The angrier part of you derived some kind of sadistic pleasure from seeing him like this, you decided to ignore it, not wanting to trully think it belonged to your being.

It took him two weeks to finally start to make some semblance of progress, at least the place wasn't constantly catching fire anymore. Truth be told, part of his slow learning curve was your fault, everytime the guy got close to you to get a proper look at how to do something, you jumped, pulling away like you'd been burnt, he, obviously noticed and visibly shriveled up on the spot, wilting even more and avoiding looking in your general direction for the next half hour, which was a problem because you needed him to look to figure out what to do.

On his third week he'd grown capable enough that you felt somewhat confident to allow him to handle some things on his own.

He hadn't said a whole lot since he started working, mostly greetings when first arriving work for the day, questions when in doubt and goodbyes when leaving for the day.

Recently though, he'd been making attempts at comunicating, admittedly they were pretty bad, awkward and nerveridden, you, against your better judgement, indulged him.

He asked pretty simple questions, basic, like he'd googled how to make small talk, noted down the process step by step and were following it.

How old were you, your favorite color, your favorite food, what you liked to bake the most, all innocent questions you didn't mind answering.

Oddly enough, they worked as intended as you began easing to Romeo, being less jumpy and, he, becoming more confident when interacting with you, his voice closer to his usual register from when he was The Admin, though not quite there yet, and his eyes staying on yours longer.

Your boss was still quite against the idea of him being around, giving him a harder time, even being unforgiving when he made mistakes, though you found yourself hovering near Romeo whenever that happened, giving your boss a placating look while going to reassure Romeo.

Today was more of the same, Romeo was practicing the last recipe he neeeded to learn in order for you to consider his mentorship complete, you two had found a rhythm that had you working in sync like you were meant to and he was once more asking his usual questions to make small talk when one of them made you freeze.

"You know, I don't think I ever asked this one, where are you from?" He asked so innocently, all while kneading the dough just like you'd taught him, visibly excited to be finally tackling this recipe.

"...Champion City..." Your voice was barely a whisper and as soon as the words registerd to him, Romeo froze.

"O-Oh..." It was all he could say at first, suddently realizing the exact extent of why you'd been so jumpy around him.

You, on the other hand, were still as a statue, gauging his expression and reaction.

"Oh God I-I am so so very sorry, trully I apologize profusely, oh dear me oh my- I shouldn't have- not asked- not done that- not, well, everything!" He's rambling, apologizing over and over as he stumbles over his words.

"I...well...apologies taken I guess, you just gotta understand why I'm so jumpy and stuff..." You cut through his panice.

"If it- if it means anything at all, I made sure to teleport everyone from Champion City to Beacontown and around before I..." He sighs. "It still doesn't make what I did right but...noone was actually harmed, if that makes it a little less horrible..."

Your eyes widen at that, so, even back when he was The Admin he hadn't just genocided everyone? Suddently you understand better how Jesse was able to make the decition to spare him, he was horrible yes, but it seems like he had moments in which a nicer, gentler side shone through, moments in which the good in him pushed through.

Jesse clung to that, put his hope onto the fact that there was a chance that Romeo could be good and, at least so far, he's been proved right.

Maybe so could you.

You put your hand on his shoulder, gentle, grounding, reassuring.

"Thank you."

✦First Chapter✦ ✦Next✦

The Admin:

A powerful God, a being with, according to him, near infinite power, Brittish, excentric, with far too many crimes to his name...and now?

Now he just went by his true name, Romeo, admittedly a pretty name, romantic in a way, though you might just be equating it to the Romeo from the Romeo and Julliet play.

To get back on track, should you have been told by anybody else but Jesse that The Admin and Romeo were one in the same, you wouldn't have believed it, but here he stood, Romeo:

Still Brittish, still guilty of all thouse crimes but lacking of all that "near infinite power", in it's place, an overwhelming wet cat and kicked puppy aura.

He stood besides Jesse, hiding behind him, head hanging low and eyes firmly focused on his shoes as he kept his hands in front of him, fidgetting nervously.

You were behind the counter, eyes wide as you watched the exchange occur.

The day had started normal, you got to your job at the bakery and went about it as normal, when you'd first gotten this job, you didn't know the first thing about baking but now? Now you loved it.

At arround 11am the bell atop the door rang, signaling a new client, you greeted them normally only to realize it was Jesse, you brightened up at that, you didn't have any personal relationship with him but it was near impossible not to like the Hero in Residence.

All that joy left you only to be immediatly replaced by fear as you jumped back at the sight of just who stood behind him, poorly hidden by the shorter man, The Admin, Romeo.

Jesse had asked you to bring out your boss, which you hurriedly did, wanting to get far away from The Admin, that lead to the current situation, Jesse was trying to convince your boss to allow Romeo to work at the bakery, work your same position, alongside you, which horrified you.

Jesse argued that Romeo was attending therapy and was doing community service, that working this job would help him with his path to redemption.

Your boss was, understandably, incredibly pissed, you understood him though.

He was from Champion City, in fact, so were you.

You'd moved to Beacontown from Champion City mere days before Romeo posing as Jesse came back to town and begun his ruling with an iron fist. It took you aback since all you'd heard of Jesse at the time was nothing but praise and this fit nothing of what others told you.

The most horrifying part of it all was when The Admin completely destroyed Champion City with nothing but a clap of his hands.

Then the whole ordeal of The New Order of The Stone confronting and subsecuently defeating The Admin happened, Beacontown began recovering and now Champion City was slowly starting to be rebuilt.

You don't know how it happened, you really never expected it to, but somehow your boss caved in and hired Romeo and, to your horror and dismay, put you in charge of instructing him.

You had no choice but to take him to the kitchen, hand him over his uniform, wait for him to change and get him an apron.

He came back, uniform fitting him perfectly as he put on the apron, he looked oddly domestic, cute even. You shook the thought out of your head as you introduced yourself.

Romeo, who hadn't looked up from his feet this whole time, finally made eye contact with you:

"Hello, my name is Romeo, my most sincere thanks for taking me in and putting up with me..."

His voice had all the confidence of a gelatine in a turbulent sea and his eyes could never stay on yours for two seconds and, momentarily, you forgot how to breathe, not out of fear but something else. Once more you shook the thoughts out before sighing.

This was going to be an awfully long week...

✦Next Chapter✦

✦He is a God, he can have any genitalia he wishes, though when in posession of any capable of penetration, his minimum is 15 inches.

✦Marking, he adores marking, be it with his teeth or talons.

✦Has a blood kink.

✦If you allow him to, he will always prefer to finish inside, it's less of a breeding kink and more of an extension of his marking kink.

✦He rathers positions where he can see your face.

✦If you're flexible, he will want to take full advantage of it, almost making a game out of it.

✦He adores oral, be it giving or recieving.

✦Obviously he has a worshipping kink, less obviously though, it can go both ways.

✦BDSM enthusiast.

✦Fight him, like actually, fight him, punch and kick at him, it makes him even harder.

✦Exclusively a topdom unless you earn it, which you do by besting him in a fight, in bed.

✦You are welcome and encouraged to spill his blood, it will mean nothing by the time you are both done, his Godhood allowing him to simply regenerate instantly.

✦He can be incredibly gentle as well, worry not, all you have to do is ask.

✦Needless to say, being a God, you both are only stopping at your request.

✦Insanely high libido, always down for quickies and, when not available, solo sessions.

✦Big fan of risky places and exibitionism, if someone walks in, it'll only stroke his ego and make him harder.

✦Naturally well groomed, he just magically keeps his pubes the same lenght forever, otherwise he'd be too lazy and uncaring to maintain it.

✦I trully do hope these will suffice, thank you for your request.

There were feathers everywhere, well, feathers, twigs, dirt...

It looks like a feral bird the size of a dinosaur broke in and took a walk through your entire house.

The culprit? Sitting on your couch, munching on fried chicken like it's his house.

"Telamon! What is all this?" Your ask, understandably bewildered.

Telamon merely looks at you with his everlasting unnerving smile.

"Telamon. Sitting on the couch and eating fried chicken, what else would it be?" He responds, not missing a single beat.

"No- Not that! All-" You gesture all over the place with your hands, "this! The house is a mess! There's feathers, dirt and even twigs everywhere! It looks like you got in a fight with a- I don't know, a bear or something!"

"Would you say that Telamon won?" He says, deciding to play into it.

"No! You lost, horribly!!" You respond, ignoring his offended bawk and moving around to grab a broom to sweep everything away before mopping the entire house, all the while Telamon simply stares at you as he continues eating.

Once you're finally done you take a proper look at the Admin on your couch and realize very quickly that his wings are a mess.

"Telamon..." You sigh, "your wings are a mess, whatever happened to you?"

"Telamon was peacefully flying, looking over you feeble mortals, when this awful tree looked him wrong, Telamon could feel it's insulting aura from the way it looked at him and thus, he decided he simply had to put it in it's rightful pace, so he did." The avian God provides as an explanation.

You had realized tthat for a while now, Telamon seemed to be having trouble flying, which was noticiable for you since he usually flew with grace only belonging to him, even during combat.

You stayed quiet, raking your brain to connect the dots before realizing.

"When was the last time you preened your wings?" At that, Telamon's eyes widened like he'd just realized what you already knew.

Despite how prideful he is, especially when it came to his wings, sometimes Telamon forgot to maintain them properly, mostly when he was too busy or when he took "vacations" which trully were just his slaughtering Robloxians within SFOTH nonstop for weeks on end, thank Builderman for Spawnpoints and Respawns...

You simply motioned him to turn around, already resigned to the truth that all that cleaning you had just finished doing was about to be for nothing.

Telamon complied silently, having long since granted you the trust, though he argues it's the honor, of being alowed to preen his wings.

As expected, they were a mess, twigs, leaves, dirt and even pebbles all over them. You sighed once more, no wonder he can't properly fly like this.

You begin the process of preening his wings, ridding him of any foreign materials, dealing with his pin featheers and combing your fingers through them all once done, through the entire process, Telamon let out happy chirps and blissful sighs.

Once done you swept the floor and mopped again, before wordlessly moving to your bathroom to ready Telamon a bath, once the water was warm and the bublles just perfect, you called him over, the Admin choosing so simply teleport to the bathroom, right behind you, snaking his hands under your shirt as he spoke.

"Telamon thanks you, now come join him in the bath, you deserve the care, too."

And how could you ever say no to him, especially when you know he's planning to treat you now, cleaning you and even giving you a massage to put you at ease.

You sigh, some of the stress from the workday already leaving your body at the idea as you undress and join his already open arms in the bathtub he had climbed into as soon as he asked you to also join him.

✦Hopefully this is to your enjoyment dear Anon.

It's happening again, sometimes it's because of your own thoughts, the silence of the night allowing them the stage they need to show themselves loud and proud, sometimes it's something less malicious but equially as annoying such as the ringing in your ears when your body decices it's been far too long without any external sound, some other times, like tonight as you've come to realize, it's the feeling of impending doom, this primal dread making it's icy hold known in the quiet of the night.

You wouldn't say you're afraid of the dark, not trully, not anymore. As a child you used to fear it, but as you grew up, you naturally overcame it, as such, you suspect it might not be the dark itself bothering you, that it might be something else.

It's situations like these that bother you the most, when it's your thoughts you can deal with them with some practiced possitive coping mechanisms.

When it's the ringing you can try to focus on the muffled sounds of the outside, snapping your fingers to your ears a few times or rubbing your ear to your pillow.

But when it's this particular problem, it drives you up the walls.

You know it's not the dark, but you don't know what it is, therefore you can't divise a plan to subtly and effectively deal with it, and as such, you are doomed to loose sleep for the night, sometimes nights plural as it stretches for multiple of them.

To make matters worse, you have to avoid tossing and turning since as of recently, Shedletsky, your boyfriend, has moved with you and is currently sleeping by your side, a hand over your waist as he spoons you to his chest.

You find the gesture endearing and it brings you comfort, but unfortunately not enough to put you at enough ease to sleep.

In all your turning of the gears of your brain, you must've begun stirring, or the tension in your body must be awfully obvious because from behind you, Shedletsky stirrs, letting out a groggy groan and lightly stretching, pulling you closer before speaking.

"Honey? What are you doing still awake?" Admins, his sleepy voice, rough around the edges with disuse from his slumber was almost enough to make you forget your current woes. Almost.

"Sorry Shed, did I wake you up?" You skillfully avoid his question, or so you thought.

"That doesn't matter, now tell Tela- me, what's stealing your sleep, hm?" In his sleepy self, he almost slipped a Telamon out, switching back to third person momentarily, you found that too, endearing.

"just can't sleep...I don't know if it's the silence or what, I just can't..." You finally confess as you turn around to face Shedletsky, who's giving you a soft, loving look.

He rubs your arm carefully, placing a wing over you under the blankets, the soft feathers soothing you.

"Have I ever told you I can sing?" He asks witha look you can't quite read in his eyes.

"No...? What are you? Gonna sing me a lullaby?" You ask back in a teasing tone.

"yes actually!" He says, not ann ounce of a joke around.

It takes you off guard and then it takes you even more off guard when he starts chirping, in a tune.

"W-What?!" You can't help but laughing briefly at the absurdity of it all.

He isn't deterred as he keeps singing like he's an actual songbird.

Once the shock wears off, you actually relax into his embrace, closing your eyes as you listen to the beautiful singing, you've heard him sing before, with words. It was bad, hence why you thought he was joking. Turns out he was just not singing in the right language.

You don't know when, but next thing you know is that you're out like a light, dreams filled with lovely chirping as Shedletsky continues his singing well after your beathing evens out and the dreamland welcomes you with open arms.