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“Tadashi? Alright, I can work with that.” Tucker’s still processing things. Because this is… a lot. Bound to a demon for life takes some adjustments. He’s still not totally sure that this isn’t some weird dream. It feels kind of like one. Maybe he should pinch himself.

“I’m Tucker, but uh… my first name’s Lavernius. Most people just call me Tucker though,” he says, shrugging. He turns, hesitating for a second before awkwardly trailing after him, perching on the edge of the couch. “Uh… I dunno. I was just kinda cleaning shit, but we could go and do something if you want. I didn’t really have anything planned.”

No plans? That made him grin. Tadashi stretches more before sitting up. “Well, Lavernius,” he starts with a snap of his fingers and a chest appears in front hof himself, “put something on for a club.” He opens the chest, digging through the clothes that were inside of it. “Might as well go out and enjoy the night!”

The demon pulls the shirt off and begins to get dressed in a bit of skimpy clothing, but enough to cover things like his chest and groin up. Seeming to not really care if Tucker watched him get dressed, though he gave a smirk when he saw him still there.

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“Oh… well fuck.” Honestly, Tucker doesn’t know a whole lot about demons. If someone had told him yesterday he’d accidentally end up summoning one, he would have laughed in their face. His eyes flick to the cut on his hand. Apparently that had been enough to do it. Well, at least now he knows.

The demon is suddenly very much in his space and he doesn’t know what the hell to do about that. His hands awkwardly hover in the air, the urge to touch seeping into his veins. He swallows thickly, glancing about the room, trying not to stare. “And… there’s no way out of that?”

He bites at the inside of his lip, thinking. “Uh, you got a name or something I can call you, dude?”

If they’re bound for life, they should probably at least make some sort of introduction.

Now came the choice of whether he tell his real name or not. A low hum in his throat as he slowly lets go of Tucker’s leg and backs up. “You may call me Tadashi.” The demon pushes past him and lays himself on the couch, stretching out. “What about you?” Talons start to dig into the fabric of the couch’s armrest, a light tear can be heard.

“Also what are our plans for today?” He already seems bored of just being here.

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“I activated a what now?” Okay, no more letting Caboose draw on his floor unsupervised, fucking hell. Tucker’s eyes flit to the still smudged circle, squinting at the symbols. They do look… a little demonic now that he gives them a better look. Still, this is fucking weird. And that ‘your death is my way back’ thing is kinda worrying.

“Hey, it’s the best I can do okay–what come back?” He rushes after the demon, coming to a stop in the doorway, just in time to get way more of an eye full than he was expecting. Quickly, Tucker fixes his gaze on the ceiling. Perving on an accidentally summoned demon is probably bad manners. He risks a glance over, finding the demon wearing one of his shirts.

“Uh, yeah, help yourself, I guess. So wait, just hold on a sec here. What did you mean by that… my death frees you thing?”

Looks back at Tucker, who stood in the doorway, a chuckle escapes him as he turns around to face him. Though he steps closer till he is up against the human. “A blood pact bounds the summoner and demon till the death of the summoner.” He explains while pressing a hand to his chest and his talon foot wrapping around his calf in a loose grip.

It is fairly hard to not succumb to his own demonic desires, being an incubus was sometimes a struggle when it came to being around mortals. So easy to lure in and taint. Leathery tail uncurling from around his own waist and swaying slowly. “In other words, you are mine till death parts us.”

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This is still beyond strange. What the hell even is this guy? The wings are kinda cool though, Tucker almost wants to reach out to try to touch them, but… those talons look pretty nasty and the last thing he needs is to end up on the wrong side of them.

Tucker slowly gets up, though he still keeps his distance, regarding the demon warily. “What? You mean you can’t just… like leave or whatever? I wasn’t trying to call you–summon you, whatever it is. I just bled on this weird scribbly shit.”

A soft scoff leaves the demon’s lips as he gets off the counter, moving around the place, getting somewhat familiar with it. “No. You activated a blood pact, which is why I wasn’t summoned till now and also why I cannot just leave. Your death is my way back.” He explains, not bothering going into big details.

Rolling his shoulders a bit as his wings sink into his back, disappearing into his flesh. “Mm, your place is small.” Looks over his shoulder at the other, sizing him up and down. He moves into the bedroom and casually begins looking through the clothing there. Grabbing a shirt and setting it on the bed; slowly pulling off the lewd clothing he was wearing and pulls the shirt on. Snapping his fingers, the clothes he took off suddenly disappearing from thin air.

“At least your shirts are soft..”

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@birdiethesniper continued from (x)

Eyes going wide, Tucker scrambles back. “Holy shit.”

He had been in the middle of trying to clean Caboose’s weird drawing off the floor when he had accidentally cut himself on a bit of broken glass, likely from something one of his friends had broken earlier. A few drops of blood had landed in the middle of a half smudged circle of bizarre symbols. Tucker had figured it was just some of Caboose’s usual nonsense.

Apparently not. Although he still has no idea what the hell that was. “Uh… you’re in my shitty apartment,” he says a little uncertainly. “But I didn’t summon you, dude… well, okay, I guess I did, but… not on purpose…”

Bright eyes stared out the window, teeth bared as he stared down at the street. Humans. Disgusting. He quickly turned, talons scratching the floor, leaving marks as he moved back over to the man. “Are you..” He stared at disbelief for a moment before he saw the clueless look in his eyes. “Damnit. This is not how I want to spend the next years of my life. Here with.. Mortals.” He practically spits the the word.

But he moves and takes a seat on the counter, arms folded and one leg crossed over the other, wings tucked close to his back. “Guess this shitty apartment is now, our shitty apartment.”

#misterquickwitted #{ au; demon summoned for what }

“Hell Yeah!”

17. My muse is a demon your muse accidentally summoned

A swirl of fire erupted from the floor with a bright light, a strange portal opening with someone rising up. Once fully out the portal closed. The fire dispersed with bright crimson feathered wings stretching out with a small gust of wind. Talon feet, oddly bent legs, pale skin with a strange tint, blonde hair with a faint red shimmer touching shoulders and bright green eyes staring daggers at the man who sat on the floor.

The demon said nothing for a long while before finally speaking out. “Why have you summoned me? Where am I?” Now he was glancing around his surroundings, trying to take it all in. Talons scrapping against the wood flooring beneath them.

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