For all the digidestined who grew up

So, sometimes we ache and yearn and hope one day we'll get our digivices and a partner and go on a grand adventure making bonds for life with humans and our digimon, and maybe it'll make us feel complete. And now we're old and tired maybe a little traumatised and honestly the digital world isn't gonna give us a digimon now because we'd let them kill a bitch or two So some catharsis of Digimon stories of them fucking people up because I think it'd be healing

[digiyanderemon]

This blog is for all those that yearn for a digimon partner, not for saving the world we're too old and tired for that shit but so we can go "Beelzemon kill this man"

Save for murder, this is gonna be I suppose a safe for work blog? Don't plan on writing anything of the nature of smut (yet), just wanna write various stories of Digimon being their protective selves over their respective humans (I feel digimon horror potential is underutilised frankly)

I will attempt to write the character Reader/You as gender neutrally as possible so anybody can project onto them. If requested I can attempt to write more 'Y/N' style posts

Each fic will be under a readmore for the sanity of everyone involved, with the above readmore being a brief summary and which digimon is featured, I'll also add pronouns used for the digis because it makes my life easier than having to name drop all the time and digimon fuck with pronouns canonically even with no gender. Please assume Digimon are a common factor of life in my fics, each Reader/You of course may have different levels of secrecy about their partner and some of the story antagonists may or may not have digimon themselves.

Will come up with various tags and warning as I write ect;

"#Digiworks" all my writing/stories will be under this tag

"#No beta we die like Leomon" well what it says on the tin I don't have a beta reader and will just be relying on me myself and I for grammar and story flow (sorry Leomon)

"#Digijustice" fic that doesn't include any murder or physical harm to the antagonist but they get their just deserves

"#Digidestroy" murderrrr death death killing each fic with this will have follow up tags on what exactly takes place so people can decide if it's for them or not

"#Digicursing" we're all adults here presumably, but sometimes we say fuck so if there's #Digicursing there's gonna be swears

If you want to suggest a digimon go ahead! I'm not immune to bias so it's a good idea I get suggestions of Digimon I wouldn't have thought of, please don't drop actually people's usernames, things you're experiencing or actual people descriptions in my asks I don't wanna get a warning for harassment because I wrote your online beef rival getting crushed under a Raremon, any such asks that seem too specific as cathartic as it would be will be deleted

[digiyanderemon]

Reader was one of the first humans to get a digiegg, and everything went downhill from there. Years later after the both of you and others have been tormented by the government your egg finally hatches, and brings the apocalypse(mon)

Nobody had heard of ever heard of a digimon twelve years ago, so when the first digieggs started to appear it caused a global incident. Children were snatched from their homes by officers in full body hazmat suits, with geiger counters and other gear, homes were put in large plastic covers, family members scanned for radiation blood taken records ran and reran for suspicious behavior jobs activity anything.

The children never came home. Parents screamed for their sons and daughters making public appeals, begging the government to give back their children, to let them write, to see them, anything!

If you tried to search for them in the following years all information was scrubbed, hospital records, graduations, attendance, like they never existed disappeared forever with hush money or threats.

The kids were kept in isolation, yourself included, they didn't know what'd happen if you were placed together, didn't want you to have that power. Some of the eggs hatched, some of the eggs broke, some of them were split open by tools built for shaping diamond. Yours survived, but hadn't hatched yet. It grew duller and darker each day, gradually so gradually, they only noticed when it was greyed out. Presumed a dud but still it gave off energy readings.

They drew your blood, took hair, skin, even organ samples, scanned every inch of you until none of your body even felt like your own anymore categorised in a system as number and codes a spreadsheet of your anatomy to study and scrutinise. Any discrepancy they started again.

They strapped you to machines head gear secured too tightly studying your brain waves, how your brain reacted to stimulus, pain fear laughter (not that you could muster a laugh too scared of what they'd do to you), how your brain processed seeing your digiegg be shocked, probed threatened to determine if there was a psychic link.

They put you under the knife when a digivice materialised itself from an electronic device too close to you one session, they'd taken the digivice apart and determined to get more answers they'd sewn what appeared to be the main systems into you, above your heart. At this point you weren't human to them, just an experiment.

You heard about some of the others dying, pushed too hard by the experiments the surgeries all of it. You barely hung on even as their tests devolved into more cruel human endurance, being kept awake for hours at a time or woken before rem sleep, because they could because you didn't exist anymore, to see if that paradoxical egg of energy and code responded.

Said egg, grew heavier without any input seemingly didn't change in size, but it grew denser, and denser.

And then it split.

The red lights and alarms had been blaring for hours now, for the first hour of it you and the other subjects, because that's all you were subjects were shut down completely overwhelmed by the sound and lights, believing it to be another cruel test. The building shuddered and there was a loud boom, alarms cutting out suddenly but the rooms and halls still bathed in a disturbing red glow.

Your body was trembling and head pounding from the agony on your senses, clutching your forehead, bandages around your midsection bleeding through from another culture surgery, the only thing stopping you from remaining dead on the floor was an iv drip offering minor pain relief. Your gown was bloody and ruined and you'd no doubt be dismissed and degraded for getting it covered in blood, legs shaking as you pushed yourself up to stand using your iv drip for support.

You watched in slow fear and confusion as another subject shuffled past your glass doors, a strange creature floating besides them with flowing tendrils, 5 fingered hands, and a large mouth. They didn't even look at you shuffling by as you stood before slowly you approached your door and finding it ajar, unlocked tapping it open slowly caution overwhelming your senses that this was a trap.

But, you slowly moved shuffling in bloody gown with an iv stand for balance, the halls were empty, it was weird, the building seemed to have no power save for the red warning lights but the lift chimed to you softly opening up and presenting an inviting soft glow, you couldn't see the other person from before did they also go this way? You couldn't take the stairs, so, you shuffled in.

The doors closed slowly without pressing any buttons but you didn't feel trapped, the speakers hummed a tune you recognised from somewhere as the mechanisms shifted lift going up, taking you out of your lower experimental layers. You never would've realised they'd built a skyscraper office building on top of the facility they used to torture countless children, or maybe that was the point it was a tech company after all, unbeknownst to you having used everything they ripped out of the digimon and digivices to make leaps and bounds ahead of any competition, their fortunes pathed in your blood sweat tears skin organs everything and they'd never give you the grace of your name, of a new blanket. All those millions. Squeezed out of a dozen or so kids.

The doors pulled open and you shuffled into what looked like an office, squinting as it was dark up here, all light vanishing as the elevator closed, the sky outside was a deeper red than you'd seen, like a denser old blood, you'd never seen the sky so, angry. Did it always look that way? Flickering memories struggled to surface, as you were subconsciously drawn to the window and the patio outside, sliding door clicking softly and pushed aside and you shuddered at the cold burst of wind enough to make you yelp to yourself and whimper, the lab wasn't warm but it wasn't freezing, your gown whipped at the storm raging outside.

A deep bellow, or rumble maybe? Vibrated through you in a way that almost, no, it did have you sinking down to your knees with a soft hiccup of fear, your brain only able to know that that something was big, and deadly and you were so scared. The world lurched as something heavy walked, was it nearby or far away? You couldn't tell. And then the faint jangling of chains, metal clanking softly on itself and a humans voice in distress.

You looked up and could make out, a shape, a literal shape, like a dodecahedron or something floating there with floating clawed appendages on chains and at the top a deep blue humanoid figure with a deep black cape, it flowed in the harsh wind and you could only imagine something like Batman before noticing what looked to be a scientist from the clothing they wore held around the chest by a large hand, they might have been begging for mercy you didn't know, you couldn't hear, it was all so much.

The humanoid face turns into a repulsed sneer as the clawed hands move with snapping speed grabbing the man's flailing limbs and, he just, disintegrates, like he's been sliced apart into tiny paper thin slices, shredded from existence on this world. Your breathing is shallow and you choke on your own fear, your exhales a wheeze, and the figures head turns to you their golden eyes focusing on you all at once.

He looks to be, stuck to the shape, tubes and wire like body, and for a moment he looks like he's ready to shred you from this world too, and then he stills, even the cloak defies the storm, moving with a silence that was uncanny he approached the wall of the outside patio that stopped someone falling to their death, chains clinking as they curled around themselves like anxiously wringing hands.

They slowly drag over your shoulders down your forearms, his mechanical hands though triangular and sharp don't even draw welts or blood, as the clawed blue hands of his human form extend downwards, offering you assistance to your feet. It's strange, you take those hands, they're so warm, feeling completely safe and at peace as they aid in delicately lifting you with the subtle strength that would imply he could hoist you up in the air or tear your arms from their sockets, the mechanical claws still touching dragging softly pinching your gown and adjusting it more proper on your form not crumpled, eyes flicking to the blood as he makes a quiet sneer.

You don't know why, but you squeeze his hands so much bigger than yours to comfort and reassure him you're okay and his eyes come to your face tilting bird like to one side, his helmet did almost look like a beak, one hand slips free and you touch the warm black metal with golden markings, stroking softly as though petting him noticing the grey silver hair sticking out the back and that the cape is fused to his skin and that his arms have zippers like they were zipped on.

You'd never seen any such creature like him before, this man, was he a man? Was a stranger to you, and yet, "apocalymon,," your mouth murmurs before your brain catches up, his wild and feral golden eyes soften and become half lidded almost looking as though a sudden peace has taken over him at the fact you named him.

Your hand still rested on his large palm is gently secured thumb on your fingers as his fingers pressed up to your palm bringing your hand up to his face his paler blue lips touching your knuckles so delicate so softly and you felt him breathe in a deep inhalation as though trying to draw in the scent of you through the back of your hand.

Everything about this should've freaked you out, made you afraid made you pull away, but he wasn't a scientist, he wasn't a scornful cruel individual hiding their cowardice behind a mask a sense of righteousness, he wasn't a human, and he wasn't here to hurt you, you felt for the first time in a long long while, safe.

There was faint growing light in the distance and it illuminated a great beastial form of 6 legs and talk, jagged teeth and horns before the energy was expelled in a great blast, multiple buildings torn down in its wake, had you seen it you'd have likened it to a kaiju like godzilla or some such, the great beast stomped releasing that same low bellow, but you didn't crumble this time.

"Armageddonmon," his deep voice rasped, "they are on our side," and though he never specified you knew, it was you against the rest of humanity. The rest of the world could burn. You felt his hands shift to take you from the patio and to hold so cautiously by his chest, a clawed mechanical gripping the iv.

"will we?"

"Not yet, there are others inside, they will join us soon," he answered soft without you needing to ask the whole question, the other experiments were still inside, and so the building still stood, but you realised now there was more beasts flying roaming around as each of the former children found their footing to leave that prison, and the creatures no further understood than they were years ago were waiting.

If you asked somebody years ago what a digimon was, they'd ask if it was a game or a new tamogachi type thing. If you asked somebody what a digimon was after this day, they would say monsters from another reality, great demons unleashed on the earth. And they'd be right, they were digital monsters, made in the echos of the cruelty they'd suffered, morphed from the agony and suffering of their other halves, protectors of the two worlds crafted into the human worlds own destruction.

[digiyanderemon]

Unspecified Digimon (they/it's) just being generally Yandere for Reader, gonna try and keep it vague so yall can imagine your faves, this world might hurt betray abandon you, but they will not c:

"When the betrayal reaps bitter, and hurting is all that you can perceive, when friend family turn their back and leave you alone in this concrete wasteland of earth," their eyes glinted appendages grabbing upon your face with delicate care despite the ability to cause harm, "I will be there."

A soft brushing under your eye, "this world is disgusting, in its deceit appearing tamed and warm, but the vermin that scamper around these cities polluting each day with their sound and smell, this world whispers to you that it's here for you to trust and allow the organics around you to be your safety and yet they are the gnashing teeth that will sink into your flesh and growl if you struggle and cry"

It's dramatic theatrics caused fresh tears to form from the pain and hurting you were experiencing, alone in this horrible world which once brought comfort security and an enrichment to go on now left you feeling hollowed out and used up. The warm tongue dragged up your cheek a mouth of endless fangs there but never touching as they lapped away the salted drop.

"Waste not one more tear on any other, save only the rest of your body for me to cherish in its entirety as was how it should've always been," it held your head gently, cupped in limbs that could no doubt easily destroy you as any digimon really is capable, but you were held and caressed like the most fine and delicate China, it did bring a faint smile, the mental image of the fabled dark lords sat at a tiny table with China tea set.

You felt it's breathing, the content rumble and shifting of body, data, voice ushered softly quietly as a promise, "I will ensure the end of those that had scarred you, your mind heart soul body, any and every part of you that bears a mark of damage will be rectified, and their blood will stick clot and grow cold and dry upon the framing of my form, let it stain the coding of my tangible data as a warning for all those going forward, bodies will be dropped and torn apart, all in the name of you."

You're sure if they wanted, they'd bring upon a war, with nothing left and betrayed by all you'd ever extended care and empathy for you lay your hand over where they held you, sinking into their touch in graceful acceptance.

[digiyanderemon]

Reader is one of the many unfortunate people to have a digimon partner in a purge timeline, Angewomon (She/They/Its) is not ready to leave its trainer behind.

This wasn't fair, you sat staring at the countdown displayed on the large screen usually used for advertisements in the town Square, 71 hours 43 minutes and 13 seconds, and counting, the counter invaded every part of every individuals life to some it meant nothing, others a time slot where the Internet went down but for you and others like you? It was the end of your world as you'd become accustomed to.

Three days, the digital world, or homostasis or whatever has control over the digital alternate reality of digital monsters had given you three days to say your goodbyes before it would unleash a virus to kill and purge all previous data to improve efficiency, your digimon was going to be permanently erased to free up some hard drive space.

The anxiety spread across the globe like the plague that was coming, some people turning near insane with the maddening reality their close bonds were ending, some of them your age even older bonds that have lasted years, or worse the children clutching in training digimon crying not knowing why they'd be losing their best friend unable to comprehend.

You hold the hot beverage in both hands but, it brings no warmth even as you look to your angel, floating just there holding its own mug specially bought at the market looking out the window at the garden you'd planted that you'd both planned to harvest this year for the first time since moving in, they delicately sipped their drink watching the trees faintly sway in the breeze. You could only hold your own cup in anger, this wasn't fair, you were meant to enjoy the fruits of your labor together! How were you expected to go about this alone?! After all this time.

You'd seen the articles, the statistics but never gave it much mind, always thought the digital world couldn't get overcrowded you wouldn't be a generation that saw a purge! And here it was!! 66 hours away! You must've made a noise because the soft gloved hand touched your cheek and they smiled at you tenderly as you made approximate eye contact through the mask.

"You're upset,"

"aren't you?" you could barely croak, with the angel watching you patiently, 'burningly' she left unsaid, her thumb silently wiped under your eye, "let's not weep for me, you, deserve to feel joy have joy, we, should enjoy the time we have together," their voice was like listening to a choir, harmonised layered and beautiful and only for you. It moved to wrap its arms around your shoulders and the cool mask nuzzled your skin, her wings weren't feathery as you'd learnt but a delicate soft fur like the finest coat you wondered if it was similar to a seal or mink, either way those luxurious wings brushed your body in the embrace, an affectionate action they danced around you.

It was so fucking sick. You had to go about your day, knowing each second slipped away, you didn't even want to sleep, what good would being unconscious so many hours do?! You lasted until about 00:47 am, with Angewomon softly fretting the whole time that you should rest, sat up slightly slumped on your phone desperately communicating to other digimon holders to find a way to stop this massacre. They tenderly took the phone from your hand and placed it to charge, and then the hands moved to maneuver and place your sleeping form into a more comfortable position, tucked in the pillow at the just right fluffiness.

It liked you when you were asleep like this, only it got to look at you this way, nobody else, snuggled to her own cushion her fingers traces your sleeping features, cheek to your jawline, tracing back to below the ear then down the side of your neck. A ritual she did since digivolution, grateful for her fingers as she found them tenderly twirling the strands of hair, once more committing the texture length strength cleanliness entirely to memory in safe keeping, everything about you she saved and kept and not even the sin of wrath could carve it from their data. As the thoughts of a lover crept like a virus into her thoughts laying with you caressing your hair like this it delicately plucked a hair and brought it to its body placing the blessed strand on her tongue and disappearing it into her mouth. They were the only one and would be the only one.

"What, would you like to do?" Your words were gentle and awkward, you probably had less than 48 remaining and you wanted to do something nice with your angel, she floated idly about milling as they often did, seeming to muse the question, really all they wanted to do was stay here with you, wrapped up together breathing in your very air breath and essence hands clutching your clothing, hair, your flesh.

"Why don't we go to that aquarium we've been dying to go to together?" it offered you warmly, didn't want to actually go outside but you'd always said you'd go to this place and never did, as much as they desired to be selfish the thought of lazing around doing nothing rather than enriching you both with new memories would surely come to haunt you once she left, and they weren't about to do that to you. So on a day out you went, so you had those pleasant memories, of the places you'd always wanted to go finally visited.

You saw many other digimon and people while you were out, other digimon holders and even just wild digimon enjoying the last days alive strays once chased off with brooms like common dogs now offered food from street vendors, you saw multiple baby pokemon gathered on and around an elderly lady in the park as she softly read them stories with them nestled into her clothes like doting grandchildren, an Elekmon lounging under the bench dozing in the shade but alert.

There was also protests, people loudly chanting marching down the street signs and microphones yelling about the injustice. Angewomon guided you away before some protestor tried to shove a mic in your face and record you for videos and tiktoks without your pregiven consent feeling entitled to your opinion as a someone with a digimon.

The aquarium was quiet surprisingly save for other people with digimon, everyone likely out and about with their daily lives or protesting or enjoying their last hours with their digimon elsewhere. A child held up a Gomamon to the fish, starting to talk about them before they inevitably started to break down into tears after mistakenly claiming 'Maybe you'll get to eat some someday if I become a fish person,' presumably meaning marine biologist before the tears got them as they realised that future won't happen, their Gomamon won't be there anymore for it. It was quite sad really, you missed the way Angewomons lips grew into a thin annoyed line as she could sense how these other people were making you upset. Regardless you looked at the fish, it pointed them out telling you about them from the information available, or being silly just for you telling you that that fish was called Frank and he was a divorce attorney, and that was one was Clementine and she was a bitch to underpaid store clerks.

You got a fridge magnet and key chain from the souvenir shop at the end of it all, to remember the day, the good of the day not, the other connotations, Angewomon rolled their eyes so hard they got a mild headache under her mask as the child was also there and still crying or crying again talking with their digimon about how they'd get this seal plushie so they'd always be together.

They guided you through the market, for trinkets and snacks, you went into a photobooth together something you'd not really done ever and got your photos taken together, "that way you can keep this happy memory forever, you could get it saved digitally and it'd be like I'm right there, you can keep me in a key chain even," they softly nuzzled their face against you, "you could keep it in a pocket next to your heart," their more intense tendencies lost on you, the action just felt sweet.

Dinner back home was quiet, as you both knew that tomorrow was your last day together, "do, you want to go to that park we'd play in as kids? When you were still a salmon?" you asked hesitantly, it was a few hours away by train as you'd moved away from home but it's where you'd first met, it, felt fitting to go there together and,,

"Yes, we can have a picnic, like we used to, and lay on a blanket in the shade," their ethereal tones took you from your dark thoughts, nodding quietly, it was settled. It insisted upon you going to bed at a decent time to be up and ready in time for catching the appropriate transport, and though you didn't want to lose time you went to bed, with her besides you on the large mattress, how empty it was going to feel...

She moved silently when you finally drifted off to make the prep work for the picnic, they weren't about to let you do all the work for it and waste time that could be used together in grassy fields, making sandwiches and other bits that would survive being in the fridge overnight ready to throw in a chill bag in the morning, before she returned up to the bedroom, listening at the door just to appreciate the sound of your breathing, your sleepy mumbles and the subtle rustle of blankets as you shifted in your sleep. She returned by your side without waking you, and performed her last nightly ritual, palm of her hand caressing your face, feeling your warmth your settled warm pulse, you were breathtaking.

She woke up gently, like the little personal alarm clock she was whispering the time against your hair above the shell of your ear, letting you know you had time to lie in bed before getting up, before pulling away to prepare breakfast. You enjoyed those moments in bed before the dread and anxiety settled heavy in your chest like a sleeping gatomon, it was the last day. The floorboards creeked as you got up swiftly and dressing making yourself presentable, thankful for the clothes already left on the bed by Angewomon to make sure you were dressed appropriately for the day and headed downstairs to not waste a single moment.

It handed you your morning drink, and food, like any other day and smiled at you leaning over so it's nose softly pressed against your forehead, "do not let guilt fester in you, I want to take care of you, you need not worry about making this so important for me," at seeing the rising guilt in your eyes that you didn't make them breakfast that you weren't taking care of them. "You're all I need, taking care of you makes me happy," as it gently pushed you into your seat to eat.

"Angie I should really be making the picnic, not stuffing my face," you tried, "it is already done," you could've sworn her voice was made of the most heavenly bells that rang a song more captivating than any siren, "prepared last night, we can catch the first bus and enjoy the hours we have," the tear that rolled out your eye confused it, catching the tear on her thumb and examining it.

"Have, I upset you?"

"No, no just," you sniffed hard and wiped at your face, "just sucks, don't it?" They only gave a silent nod, licking the tear from their thumb as you ate, understanding that you were grieving her already because before the day was over she'd be gone.

Chill picnic bag packed with food crisps and drinks, outting bag prepared, all money and such accounted for because the last thing you wanted was to arrive there and have no money to pay for the train, you set off. Others sometimes asked why you didn't have your digimon fly you places, but, that felt rude? She wasn't a ride, but a person, to you at least, wouldn't it tire her out? And, admittedly, it was nice to be able to go places go into the public and not be alone, have somebody sitting besides you who'd keep you safe. You saw more people and their digimon trying to squeeze in that extra time together, watching the world from your train seat window. You couldn't believe the world was about to change forever in the blink of an eye.

When you arrived you had 5 hours remaining, and it was a gorgeous day, you barely even knew what to do with yourself, Angewomon pulled you to the surprisingly deserted playpark, "where is everyone, you'd think there'd be hundred of kids here?"

"School, I read the facilities were very strict and weren't going to allow students to miss attendance for this as they had the weekend." You frowned, how incredibly bleak. And cruel. She gently pushed your chest and you sat in the swing, and she sat besides you, letting herself sway back and forth idly the metal link chains squeaking faintly.

It was, almost dystopian here you were at an empty park from your childhood home sat on a swing with your digimon and she'd be dead before you knew it, a wet drop hit your hand and you looked up at the clear sky for the offending cloud, sniffing as tears ran down your cheeks, your shoulders trembling and your breaths shallow as the sob wrecked through your chest finally. The squeaking stopped as you finally, cried.

"A,, aAHH-Hhhihhhaaa" the sound from your throat didn't even feel like your voice as the soft wail escaped your lips drifting out choked and hiccing, you couldn't even muster the energy to scream, it felt pathetic it felt childish it felt wrong, sniffing hard through your nose more tears rolling down your cheeks gasping in short breaths as the delicate hand stroked your back, you leant forward and continued to sob and wail into your hands shoulders raising and falling as Angewomon pet your back softly, letting you cleanse yourself with tears you'd been denying.

She offered you tissues to clean your face once you'd quietened feeling snotty and crusty, "t-Than-k you," blow your nose hard ignoring the slight blood from a minor ruptured vessel not enough to cause a nose bleed just enough to bloody your snot your bodies way of saying that was some intense crying, a new tissue to wipe your eyes and hands rubbing your eyes with the back of your hands to give your damn lashes a wipe.

"better?" ",,,no, not really" it caressed your cheek and jaw softly, "it will eventually," helping you up you throw away the tissues and set up picnic in the shade, she makes you drink water and eat some fruit to rehydrate and heal as she puts it.

Some more humans show up, with digimon or not some just have regular dogs, you could've sworn you heard Angewomon quietly growling as somebodies dog wandered too close to your picnic basket watching the dog scamper off tail between it's legs.

"You're so mean," you laugh softly before cringing, you didn't want that to be the last thing you said to her, "I'm not mean, mean would be using celestial arrow," her little fang became visible as she smirked, "simply guarding what's mine" they teased warmly and you rested against her, "besides this is a no off leash zone," you couldnt help laugh at her chuntering.

The sun slowly dragged herself in her display across the sky, her backup dancer clouds cascading and decorating the sky in displays and swirls, "what, happens," it was soon, "do," your throat tightened. Did she have to go to the digital world? Maybe they could just stay here indefinitely and then it'd be safe! They never traveled to the digital world anyways.

"The virus will be mass downloaded into the codes all digital monsters," your chest tightened, you hugged her arm quietly, "I, I don't want you to go"

"I know," she stroked your hand softly that rested on her arm sighing softly as she slowly detangled you both, her fingers interlocked with yours briefly before parting, standing and stepping into the grass, "thank you, for being my human, for being the one for me, for, everything, I've spent so long trying to imagine the right words but," she turned to look at you and simply smiled bright and warm, 00:00:00.

All at once every digimon went tense like their circuits were being fried, Gazimon, Tsunomon, Ogremon and Megadramon around the world started to disintegrated and the world seemed to scream with the pleas and begs of all humanity of all tamers across the world, please, not my friend not my partner.

'This wasn't fair' her wings were disintegrating in slow motion, data sparkles deleting staring at you sinking to her knees slowly, 'no, I'm not ready to accept this!' you try to stand to rush to dash to catch her but everything so slow, 'I won't let this be the end, I can't die like this, I won't let myself die like this,' it grasped to the concept of it's data core even as its different layers and mapping were deleted, mask broken and looking at you with bright eyes.

For you it was mere second she went stiff and started to rapidly disintegrate falling to their knees, your digivice greyed off and then it exploded outwards the alien metal swirling and turning and reforming rapidly and although foolish you grabbed the glowing form. It was hot. It burned your hands. But there. A reformed digivice sporting a large X pattern, and a blinding bursting of light as the screen lit up.

Arm up to protect your face multiple feathered wings softly flapped and when you finally dared look, the seraphim like angel was smiling back at you adoringly, her ornate sleeves swayed as the digimon cupped your face,

"A-Angie?" you'd never seen this form before, the flowing white made it almost like a wedding dress though the new mask made her look like the pope. Golden wings, two of them and 4 more, six, six wings not even counting the wing like structures of the bow she clearly had all the time now, a permanent trait? Her clothes still a beautiful wedding gown.

"You're beautiful," and she laughed, and the heavenly bells of her voice soothed your soul even as you slipped to your knees, they softly pet your face.

"You are the reason I have ascended, I am no longer just Angewomon, I am x-antibody," you sniffled softly at her warm tones moving your hands to softly grasp her arms.

"Y-you, you can be whatever f-form," you look up at her eyes earnest gratitude longing and relief clear, "as long as it means you're coming home"

The multiple wings embrace you, hold you close, "I'm always home with you, but, yes, I am also still coming home." her heaven drowned out all the despair while others now embraced a new future of loneliness, you embraced her.

[digiyanderemon]

Reader has a Numemon (they/it), this has led to issues making friends due to superstition and rumors, after a prank however Numemon decides to deal with some punks

When your digiegg had hatched and the weird green and purple blog with eye stalks stared back at you, your chest did fall, a Numemon??? What happened how did you manage to hatch such a digimon, everyone else was getting Biyomon, or or Patamon or Shoutmon or, your new partner just stared at you in quiet adoration even as the resentment grew in your gut.

From that point on you were a social outcast, people didn't want to be friends with the kid who had a pokemon who threw shit at people, no matter how hard you'd tried locking Numemon in your room, in the shed, in a crate! They always managed to get out and make their way back to you and people left you repulsed.

They'd start to joke about smelling something awful, sniffing in your direction and going "pee-ew", like they were the most funny person in the room, you withdrew sitting at the back of class with your shame, you were only a child entertaining yourself by poking the stalk eyes with the eraser of your pencil to watch them close retract and then pop back up.

It took you a couple months before you realised, it's just a slug, Numemon is a just a mollusk digimon, watching it's stalk eyes that you used to hate, head tilting as you catched them quietly munch away on a lettuce leaf you'd taken out your sandwich, reminded of when your grandma once showed you her greenhouse and the slugs that were gently misted with water and ate the leaves.

That weekend you took Numemon into the back yard with you as you did your chores, weeding the plants to earn a bit of pocket money and handing them the weeds, watching them happily gobble them down looking like you'd just given them the most delicious chocolate cake in all of the world. When it was safe to, you readied the hose, spraying down the plants, and, you turned the hose to mist, holding it over the Numemon.

The response was instantaneous, despite being a blob they tilted their head up, eyes closing and they looked, so peaceful.

Your outlook on your Numemon changed that day, it wasn't some vile disgusting sewer mold, they were just a slug, and you came to find, they were a good slug. They weren't as gross as everyone thought, they weren't sticky and slimy like the other students claimed, nor did they actually smell. They were a good slug.

After that point you didn't care so much what other people thought, and after more research you found out it's a champion level digimon? Making it higher level than any other in your class?? Now that baffled you. Not that you and Numemon battled, you weren't the kind.

All the stupid childish things started to roll of you like water on a ducks back, you liked your digimon screw anybody else who didn't!

You were in high-school and it was coming up to Halloween when it happened, you'd been so excited for a haunted house that featured animatronics and actors, it was a whole thing. The toilet water was cold as it was plunged onto you from above by some boys howling "Trick or shit!" wet soggy toilet paper clinging to your body, and you stunk. You stunk so bad.

The office let you go home early, maybe so you didn't smell out the office sobbing and shaking, you don't even know if the boys got reprimanded you doubt it past murmurs of "well they kinda brought it on themselves" from callous classmates.

You'd gone home and showered instantly spending probably longer than needed trying to get the stench off of you, your clothes in the wash desperate to get out the filth. You didn't have any energy as you collapsed into the bed, and sobbed. Numemon stood besides your bed, sensing your hurt and aching, they knew what those other humans did was wrong, in human laws that was probably assault, and even the digimon knew they'd unapologetically attacked their human.

Numemon was always good at escaping, ever since they first hatched, and with you collapsed exhausted in bed it wasn't so hard to slip out unnoticed. Numemon surprisingly have a keen sense of smell, and it listened. Those boys were going to the same haunted house you'd gushed about going to, now too broken to bother.

In the dark it slipped past humans, and into the back, stalk eyes gazing up at the animatronics, a faint snicker at the WaruMonzaemon animatronic, and other miscellaneous things, but it knew exactly which one it wanted, boneless body slipping inside of the metal body with ease, figuring out how it moved which gears did what. Sure it got pinched and squished but they didn't feel it, mastering the manipulation of the suit and then dormant waiting.

It didn't care when it's body was compressed and squeezed as the animatronic worked off of coding on how it should move for the folks, eyes watching each passerby their shocks and surprise.

When they saw those two boys, they could've leapt out and started biting them itself, but it waited, letting the routine run, as junk from the digital world materialised at the exit and entrance, effectively locking them in and others out. The boys pushed and shoved each other snickering hardly afraid.

Numemon had never spoken before, but it's voice eerily croaked out both the boys names once the routine was over, causing them both to stop, lazily controlling the animatronic to blink, the show began.

"I see you both there, you were not afraid?" they seemed in awe, wondering if this was part of the show.

"Dude they must've put the guests names into the data banks," shoving their companion.

"You're both so clever," the 'animatronic' praised, "too clever for me, do you want a photo to show you're both brave?" Numemon, was a virus, and it knew how to talk to both of their ego, the clear leader of them both smirked moving to duck under the safety rail.

"Damn right I do" "Wait dude, the sign says it's not safe" "well duh? That's for the effect!" "If you say so," the second boy came closer.

Numemons jaw was tense, trying not to audibly grind his teeth as he made the animatronic move for photos. "Now, who wants a hug?"

The leader shoved his friend close, so close he bumped into the robot, "Go on hug your friend, I'll get photos!"

"W-wait, I don't wanna" the animatronics arms came around him regardless.

"Hug time~!" the tone was joyous and the boy made an uncomfortable sound but posed for the photo, before the panic set in.

"that's enough, that's enough you can let go, l-lets go! Ah! AGH LET GO IT HURTS" He started to scream as the animatronic arms kept compressing from the Numemon control, spine slowly breaking, ribs cracking and puncturing the organs they were meant to protect, the look on the other boys face when he realised it wasn't a joke and his friend was indeed being crushed before his very arms.

And he ran.

Much like Numemon expected him to, desperately crashing into the junk and trying to rip it away cutting open his palms and slicing up his hands on the assortment of junk as his friends screaming went quiet, only the squelching of his limp frail body before the sickening thud as it was dropped.

The animatronic ripped from its stand, it stepped and stepped again, and the lead bit hands all cut up started to cry and scream out for help that couldn't get through.

"IT'S GOING TO KILL ME, IT'S GOING TO KILL ME"

The WaruMonzaemon animatronic stopped right behind him, and he made a pitiful whimper when he felt it breathe on him, b-breathe? Trembling he turned to face the now bloody animatronic in mounting horror.

"Trick or Shit," the boys mouth was dry and he barely had time to widen his eyes in horror before the claws of the animatronics hand were buried into the soft flesh of his gut. It seemed to debate for a second before the Numemons soft body slide out of the animatronic, leaving the boy pierced on claws held slightly off the ground unable to pull himself free, and help wouldn't be able to get to him fast enough.

"Nye-nye-nye," the vocal stim of the Numemon like a laugh before it slipped away through a gap only accessible by it's form, past the staff who were desperate and frantic and into the night it disappeared.

The horrors of the haunted house was all over the media the next day, nobody knew what happened, the camera was busted and how did the animatronic securely held in place and powered by mains rip itself free??

You didn't see the news however, or hear about the horrors until you returned to school the following Monday, you'd taken the long weekend since coming back on Thursday afternoon, not feeling well enough to dare show face on Friday faking a cold. Numemon had attempted to make you breakfast, lettuce leaves on a plate, and your cereal in a glass cup with milk, it was endearing and sweet and expectedly weird as it used it's stalk eyes to place the good tray in your lap.

You softly pet the top of your partner digimons head, and it made a soft trill. When you heard the news, it never once crossed your mind what they were truly capable of, after all, they're just a slug.

[digiyanderemon]

Reader is getting harassed by an older coworker of theirs, Devimon (he/him) doesn't like that

The devil digimon was lurking around as per usual, clinging to your side like a shadow which at this point the digimon literally was, a strange ability and one he revelled in especially when used to startle elderly people at the bus stop by opening his red eyes within your shadow at them for being nosy and staring.

At this point though, he was the one who was staring, watching the way you prepared your lunch box, behind your facade of control he could see the way your fingers trembled a little, eyes narrowing as the impatient creature tsk'd in your direction taking the knife and taking over the slicing of the carrot and cucumber batons for fear of you slicing off the ends of your fingers.

He didn't like the way you flinched, you never flinched at him you were never afraid of him, even when he was a digiegg that slowly turned shadowy black, even when he took years to hatch and came out as a literal demon bat your eyes sparkled and your arms were open for him holding him. His grip was hard on the knife, you'd gotten more and more timid since starting this job, to the point he was surprised you'd not turned into a Poyomon.

That, he sneered to himself, man in the office who you had to respect as coworker, he was barely a man barely worth respecting, when you started as an intern he'd offload his labor onto you and worse still his anger, blowing up at you at the slightest inconvenience when his work wasn't completed because you were doing your actual job and not his paper pushing.

He released the knife placing the batons into your lunch box delicately, oh how he'd have loved to tear that man's throat out, but it's been hard enough for you to get a job, having a virus type digimon as a partner, it, came with discrimination even if supposedly accordingly to the law they couldn't do that. So he'd had to bite his tongue remain a shadow pretend he hadn't come to the office with you.

The constant exhaustion on your mind and nerves was starting to wear you down he could tell, he were becoming riddled with anxieties balancing your work and the work he loaded onto you, trying desperately to escape his temper. You'd thought once the internship was complete and you were an actual recognised worker he'd leave you alone, he couldn't bully you as the temp staff anymore right? Unfortunately wrong.

The devil looked down on you as you clipped the lunch box shut, with claws meant for tearing and maiming, he delicately brushed the side of your face, he could see how it was hurting you, and he was now at his limit. You were never afraid of him, and yet this greying old man hag had pushed you to the point even the slightest perceived annoyance in your direction had you shrinking away. He'd had enough.

Wordlessly, he slipped back into your shadow as you bagged up your pack lunch into a work bag and headed for the door to catch the bus into the office you worked at, and he followed as always taking each step with you within the dark reflection.

Perhaps it had been petty and dangerous, but, nobody knew he was here after all, the few staff member who had digimon all had rookies who couldn't sense his presence and this old prune well, he wasn't surprised he didn't have a partner, so maybe he had slipped an important paperwork or two into the shredder at the man's desk. Maaaybe he'd caused a few ink pens to leak and made sure he didn't have any toilet paper when he took his 30 minute break. It was all, relatively harmless stuff but it kept him distracted, and everytime he thought that man was trying to make a beeline to you, he'd fuck something else up, keeping him away.

He hadn't accounted for the old coot to abuse his unpaid lunch break, so that when you arrived he was still there. You'd mastered the art of pretending not to look afraid, your eyes focusing entirely on the cupboards taking out your tea and placing it into a mug, putting the kettle on to boil.

"Intern pour me a coffee," his arrogant tone almost made the demon growl.

"U-uhm, not an intern anymore sir," but you obeyed moving to get out one of the coffee mugs.

"What did you say?"

"Nothing sir," you knew you'd made a mistake.

"Oh I don't think I heard nothing, are you back chatting me," he stood up temper flaring, "I've had enough of a shit day of things going wrong for some nobody intern who can't get any of the work right to think that they have a RIGHT-"

Devimon was stood over the man before he could step forward and swipe the newspaper off of the desk, without even touching him he made a strangled gasp as he stepped back.

"Nobody. Speaks to my tamer like that. Especially not the likes of you." Though you had cowered and were clutching the counter in fear of the older man's sudden spike in aggression, the coldness of your digimons voice and the room made you have believe he'd turned into IceDevimon. You could hear his wings slightly moving, flaring out enough to be threatening without opening all the way to be a genuinely threat could easily just be a stretching of muscle.

You felt the clawed hand of your demon gently touch your arm, and the other reached over grabbing the coffee pot that looked like it'd only recently been freshly made, the demon turned looking the old man dead in the eye as he tilted his head back, the no doubt scolding boiled black liquid being poured directly into the digimons mouth with loud obnoxious gulps, some of it even rolling out the corner of his mouths and down the front of his chest.

He put the empty pot down with a clank of force, hating that it made you jump but not breaking eye contact with the threat in the room, "Oops," his tone a cool mock, "looks like theres none left, you'll have to wait for the next pot. You're 20 minutes over anyways, best get back to work. Nobody likes a nobody senior who can't do the work right slacking off on company time."

For what it's worth he knew better than to try fighting a champion level digimon, leaving the room hissing something about hr and reporting, Devimon could feel you shaking through his hand, and it broke his digiheart, guiding you to sit down and opening your lunch box for you, as he made your tea as he's watched you make countless times before. He took out the teabag, popping it in his mouth as he brought over your drink sinking into the seat across from you.

"He's gonna get me fired Devi,," he could see you pulling off the crust of your sandwich without really eating it, "they're gonna call me into the office and-and-and" the delicate clawed hand holding your face stopping you in your tracks.

"They're not. Look at me." his thumb delicately stroking your cheek, "they won't. Not after they get terabytes worth of footage of that asshole slacking off at work, pawning it off to you and other interns throughout the year, bullying other workers with aggressive behaviour," he smiled as you blinked your eyes at him in both bafflement and appreciation.

"And if that's not enough I can always put illegal content on his personal and works computer, get him arrested while we're at it," there was a dark glint of malice in the demons eyes and you knew he'd do it without a second thought, because he didn't care about other people.

"l-lets, not do anything that could be like really bad for us legally if they find out you did that"

"They wouldn't-" "Devimon," he snickered "alright alright, because you asked nicely,"

He watched you sigh and sink into your chair, handing you a carrot baton which you nibbled on slowly, "there we go, cause we've only got 20 minutes," he heard you swear a little under your breath, and he laughed warmly, he hated this whole human workplace thing.

After internal investigation, the old lemon was formally given his resignation and told to take his stuff and leave, Devimon was perched on the back of your chair watching him empty out his office and did a mock little finger wave when they made eye contact, 'that's right, don't come back, trip on the stairs on the way out that'd be funny,' the demon smirked to himself, alas, he did not die, but he was gone.

With his position now open, it caused a shuffling of staff and schedule which caused the devil much anger because he didn't like the stress that would cause you, and he was ready to flip a table when you were called into a meeting because if they fired you he'd-

"A promotion?" he glanced he could hear the surprise in your voice and couldn't suppress an eyeroll, good was the least they could do.

"You had been doing his work for the better part of oh uhm, your entire internship till a couple weeks ago?" the demon teased, eye flicking to the boss who squirmed a bit uncomfortably intimidated by the digimon.

"Y-yes, after review we believe you've shown you're more than capable of managing what work he was in charge of, the position naturally comes with your own office, a payrise, more days off, an hours lunch unpaid," the boss explained, handing over the work contract as well to be read and signed, "all the information you'll need is in here," Devimon grabbed your hand to stop you signing right away.

"Then, we will take this home and review the contract and get back to you, that's fair right?" You didn't want to lose out on such an opportunity! But Devimon didn't want you to sign willy nilly and even the boss agreed and allowed for that.

"Yes of course," he purred approvingly putting the contract in your work bag for home. It was Friday, so, you'd have the weekend to look it over, Monday to hand over the signed contract and probably start your new role then.

For the first time in a while, you had that pep in your step as you walked to the bus stop, "a promotion! This calls for celebration! Let's get take out!" the devil chuckled warmly. There we go, there's his human.

"I call dibs on the spring rolls if we get Chinese," your shadow happily purred back.