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Secrets Within - All Dormwardens with a platonic and healer male reader

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Hello! I saw your post and I was wondering if you do a reaction with the dormwardens with a healer reader? (Male, if possible, GN otherwise)

Context: Imagine that despite having a history of powerful magic users, healing magic is one of the most difficult type in the world because of many reasons. The reader, upon gaining the power to use magic, is able to perform acts that many would impossible for anyone, even someone like Malleus, one of the 5 most powerful mages in the world, couldn't do as easily or as powerful. Despite that, the reader uses the magic to help, not seeing why he/they shouldn't help someone if they can be helped.

Thank you!

I love this concept! This was a joy to write, too. I don't write for male readers often, so it was fun to explore that side of things. I had to correct myself a few times since I usually default to fem or gn readers XD so if I missed one I'm very sorry! I went through it so I think I should be good but just in case ^^

Tw; Brief and vague depictions of injuries and blood

Words: 4,668

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

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

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

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

Riddle:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Leona:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And to you? That was enough. 

Azul:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Kalim:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Vil:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Idia:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That was more than enough. 

Malleus:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You’ll become a force to be reckoned with one day. 

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The Price Of Living - Platonic Dad, Vampire Mihawk x Platonic Daughter, Vampire Reader Commission

Hi guys! It's been a hot minute since I've managed to get the time together to write anything. I got this commission a while ago, and hadn't been able to write it until now due to a lot of wild personal things going on that I've been dealing with. But I finally had the time and energy to write it, so I hope you guys enjoy it!

It was a ton of fun to write, and by far one of the longest fics I've written. A lot of people really liked the father figure Mihawk fics, so I've glad I was able to write another one! Obviously some violence in this one, so be sure to be careful if you have any triggers.

Thank you guys for sticking around and I hope you like it!

Word Count: 6,014

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You eagerly sat beside him, nodding and listening intently. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mihawk let out a small laugh, shaking his head, “No…I’m more than content with the child I have now.” He spoke genuinely and softly, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and giving it a small squeeze. “Yes…this one is more than enough to keep me happy.”

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Commissions for Fics or Letters From Your Favorites!

Okay! So I'm currently without a job. Meaning I have bundles of time on my hands, and not enough money to do much else. So out of sheer desperation, I'm gonna do as many fics and commissions as physically possible. Honestly I don't care if it means me staying up most of the night. I'm super short on rent that's due the 1st.

If you can't commission, I'd appreciate a reblog <3

As for commission info! There's a couple changes. The fic commission prices and info are basically the same...BUT!

I'm now going to do commissions to receive letters from your favorite characters, specifically addressing you! What that means:

You will get a virtual letter from the character(s) of your choosing. You can set the theme, if it's to comfort you, congratulate you or just address how much they love you! Platonic or non-platonic. The prices will be set, and the word count will determine the price.

The letters will be in fonts that represent the character's handwriting and paper that fits best as well!

Additionally, I'm updated the "what I write for" list, since I've got a few fandoms to add and such!

So! Below are the prices for each fic/letter and I look forward to getting any commissions I can from you guys! Love you <3

Genres I will write for:

Yandere, SFW, Platonic, NSFW, gore, angst, fluff, polyamorous

What I WONT write:

Noncon, water sports and scat. Some kinks may be uncomfortable for me to write, so if you have any questions feel free to DM me! I'll answer as quick as I can!

Commissions will NEVER be under the paid word count, but they can go over and I will never charge for that because sometimes an idea just takes me away.

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Every additional 500 words, $2.

(Max of 5,000 words for this batch, with the max price of that being $22)

Thank you guys! I appreciate every one of you <3

LETTERS:

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Anything above that will be based on the word count, and we can discuss the details more thoroughly!

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I’m gonna have some big updates soon! I have a commission on this page I’m working on, but essentially I’ll be opening commissions with some new additions! So stay tuned and here in a couple hours I’ll update my “what I write for” list and the changes to commission types there will be! Thank you everyone for being so patient with me 🥰

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I;;;; haven’t written anything in forever because of some awful things going on. I won’t go into much detail, my dad just. Has like a year left to live. It’s rough. It’s really rough. But writing has always been a good escape and I really wanna get back into it.

This time I’ll probably start with headcanons aside from a commission I wanna finish up. For. Everyone’s favorite demon boys rn.

Baby Saja for the win y’all.

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Hey just wanted to ask. But can you get refund on commsions from you? Because I when read it said nothing about refund policy or something like that.

There’s a few things to this. If the story has already been written, no. I won’t be able to do a refund. And if someone was unhappy with the story they commissioned, I keep them up to date on the progress and they can request to have things changed. I’ll have to update any refund processes on the post, since I didn’t see it there either. Right now I don’t have the money for a refund if the story hasn’t been finished yet, since I’m just trying to get by.

BUT! If you’re someone who reserved a slot but the story has never been written, I can work out getting that money back to you as soon as I start getting paid again but it might be a bit. Currently there’s a lot going on. With my mom, my job, my mental health, things are just crazy right now so please try to be patient with me ^^

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Update:

Hey y’all. Sorry for the silence…again…there was a situation with my mom. It’s gonna be really stressful, but I’m gonna try to get done what I can when it comes to writing, but some things will definitely be published late.

I can’t really go into the details right now, but right now I’m just trying to get by. I’m beyond stressed, and doing anything other than have panic attacks keeps getting more and more difficult. I love my mama, even if she’s not always the best mama. So this situation that’s happening is just…terrifying.

I appreciate everyone’s patience, and I’ll try to get back to posting more soon. Thank you so much <3

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Kinktober 3. Temperature Play - Laughing Jack

This one is a fem reader! So fair warning on that. Normally I do gn reader unless specified but the idea for this one swept me away! His abilities are greatly exaggerated for the sake of this story XD I figured I wanted to branch off a bit, and give my own little spin on the idea of temperature play with him!

My smut skills are still improving slowly, plz be mindful I'm not always the best at writing smut but I do my best. Thank you for the support!

Word Count: 1,439

You were walking through the carnival, hand in hand with Jack. You’d been seeing him for several months at this point, and he loved that you accepted him entirely. All his flaws and quirks, only made you love him more. In turn, he loved anything and everything about you. From the way you grinned from ear to ear every time you saw him, to the excited jumps you did when he’d bring you a gift. He even loved how cute your snoring was when he’d cuddle you until you fell asleep. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’ll bring you the salvation you want. In any form you desire.” 

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Kinktober - 2. Dacryphilia - Mammon

Our little masochist, the one and only Mammon. Obey Me is such a comfort game, honestly. And honestly? Seeing Mammon with the prompt of Dacryphilia...how am I supposed to imagine he can make someone ELSE cry during sex? I can't. It had to be him, being the true sub that he is. So enjoy day 2 of Kinktober!

There isn't really lead up, this whole thing is basically just smut with fluff sprinkled in.

Dacryphilia: The interest/arousal in tears/sobbing

Word Count: 1,426

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

As he sucked in a short breath, you both sat there for a moment. Neither really knew if you were joking about it or not, but you’d figure it out in time. Afterall, you weren’t short on time you could spend together. Maybe you’d be able to think of endless possibilities to see him cry so pretty again…

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Gachatober Day 1. Djinn - Zhongli

Day one of the monster fest!!! As stated in a previous update, the reader will usually be gn to apply to more people, and it'll be entirely fluff to make up for the kinktober I'm also doing XD

I did a lil bit of research on Djinn, and one of the main results when looking them up is how they can look like anything they want, so I leaned further into the shapeshifting aspect rather than general magic and other qualities. So with that said! Thank you for reading <3

Word Count: 1,241

You always knew something was a little different about your boyfriend, but you couldn’t put your finger on it. Despite being a couple for several months now, there were still some aspects of him that were a mystery to you. He always seemed to know your favorite foods, and it was almost like he was reading your mind sometimes. But it wasn’t like you had any proof, so you kept your thoughts off the matter. Surely he wasn’t something inhuman…right?

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

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

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

“No.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Only for you, my love.” 

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Kinktober - 1. Lingerie - Lucifer

Day 1 everyone! I'm working on getting everything done early so I can make sure to get every fic done on time :3 So if all goes well, each day will be scheduled and uploaded as the days arrive. I'm looking forward to y'all seeing my fics!

Thank you for your support, everyone <3

Word Count: 1,380

You knew Lucifer was overworked and stressed, he had barely messaged you today. Though going to his office wouldn’t be the best idea, you didn’t want to distract him since this seemed like important work. That didn’t stop his brothers though, and you heard him yelling through the dorms on numerous occasions for them interrupting him. It made your heart ache knowing how stressed he was, but it would be okay if your plan worked properly. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I love you, darling…” He muttered, and all you could do was respond with the same words, knowing that now? He wasn’t going to hold back, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. 

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i'm here for monster fest !! can we do my fav ena from pjsk? tyy !

Hi hun! I spun the wheel, and she's gonna be a neko/inu! Thank you for requesting her, I'd love to write more PJSK when I can <3

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Commission for @pickingpixel !

This one was so fun to write! It involves a male reader, who is a demon and the avatar of sorrow! I guess tw for swearing? Overall it's along the lines of a hurt/comfort.

Thank you so much Pixel! I appreciate you giving me the chance to write this story for you, and I hope you like it! (Could not figure out why I can't tag you I'm sorry but I also emailed it to you)!

Word Count: It ended up being 6,490! Much longer than most of the others I've written, so it was a fun little challenge! Each story with the brothers is separate, so it's kind of like 7 stories! With a little ending that ties them all together!

Lucifer:

Another day in the life of the avatar of sorrow. You were waking up for what had to have been your 10th nap in the day. Time passed weirdly, when you didn’t really want to do anything. But motivation struck you, and you went to bother Lucifer. You’d lived with the brothers for a while, but Lucifer seemed to like you the least. Though it wasn’t surprising, seeing as he also liked a lot of people the least. 

You checked his office, and for once he wasn’t there. He was almost always there, so the only other places he could be were his room or Diavolo’s castle. He tended to go there a lot too, always being Diavolo’s lap dog or whatever. But going all the way to the castle didn’t seem appealing at all, so you were relieved when he was in his room. 

Knocking as a formality, and that alone, you walked right in. He was, as to be expected, at his desk also doing work. Perhaps? Upon closer look he was reading a book at the desk. He barely noticed you coming in, and let out a simple huff to show he knew you were there. 

“Lucifer.” You said, walking up to his desk to see what he was reading. It was something way over your head, and seemed boring in the three words you cared to read. Books may or may not be your thing, but certainly not the ones Lucifer read. 

He closed his book and without even looking at you said “I’m trying to read. Go away.” And finally looked at you after you stayed there for several moments. “Y/n, let me read.” He said once more, and sighed in irritation when you still didn’t move. 

“I’m bored.” Was all you said, and you walked over to Lucifer’s bed and plopped down on it. For a brief moment, he thought you left. But when he heard the rustling of his bedsheets he jumped up. 

“WHAT ARE YOU-” He got up and walked over to you, picking you up off the bed with ease. “Get off. MY. Bed.” and he tossed you to the ground. 

You weren’t just any demon. You were an avatar of sorrow. Lucifer knew you were tough enough to take a fall like that. Not that he wanted to hurt you, but you were irritating him. “Seriously?” He said, deadpan as you made yourself comfortable on the floor. “Just get out, I can’t get any relaxing done when you’re here moping around.” 

The words stung a bit, but you were used to it by now. You knew you had that aura about you, the one where demons would look at you and think ‘What’s his problem? He lives with the seven rulers of the devildom, he’s got nothing to be sad about!’ Coming from those jealous of your residing so close to the demons all of the devildom wanted to be around. But hearing it from the brothers, it still hurts. 

Something in you snapped, becoming angry before turning back to sadness, “How would you feel? Being an avatar of sorrow, overwhelmed with feelings of not being good enough? All. The. Time. All of the other ‘avatars’ are considered brothers. What am I then? Just another demon you’re stuck with?” And you left as quickly as you came. You didn’t even stop when Lucifer called after you. 

You didn’t choose to be this way…you didn’t want to be depressed all the time. Another few steps and you’d be in your room, back to sleeping the day away. Consumed by the negative thoughts that swarmed through your mind no matter what kind of day you were having. 

“Y/N! I SAID WAIT!” Lucifer called, catching up to you. He even reached out and grabbed your shoulder. After the altercation, you didn’t have enough energy to fight it. He sighed again, and continued, “Wait. Please. We need to talk.” He sounded strained, like he didn’t even really want to have this conversation, but you let him proceed anyway. 

“And just what do we need to talk about?” All the anger was gone, and you just felt…empty. That same feeling that you hated to feel day in and day out. No positive emotions, no negative even. Just completely empty. 

“Everything. I don’t…” He groaned and rubbed his face, “I don’t mean to be so cruel towards you. Insensitive even…” He trailed off and looked at you to see if you were listening. In some ways you were, some ways you weren’t. 

“The thing is…I do see you as a brother figure. Which is why I distance myself.” He knew he needed to explain, but it was hard to get the words together. “When we’re here, at home, I see you sad and it makes me sad too.” 

You raised an eyebrow, and a little bit of life flickered in your eyes, only to return to emptiness, “That’s kind of my effect on demons. Sorrow.” And you finally faced fully towards him, waiting for him to continue. 

“Just…listen. You’re like family to me, so seeing you’re sad, KNOWING you're sad…it’s hard. And I don’t know how to make you smile. I’m not good at that.” Hearing the avatar of pride mention he’s not good at something was a shock, and it even registered on your face. Slightly. “And when we’re in public I see other demons look at me and revere. But when they look at you, it’s pity.” He reached out a hand to put on your shoulder and waited for your permission to do so, “I can’t stand having anyone look down on you. You have…admirable qualities.” It sounded unsure, but got the point somewhat across. 

“Like…what?” You could rarely think of anything good about yourself, and you knew it was your power that made you feel that way, but hearing Lucifer say something good about you made you a little…hopeful…for the first time in a long time. 

“I could never have your ability. It would drive me insane, and it only makes me proud of you. For being stronger…stronger than me. In some ways. So just…keep that in mind.” And he walked off without another word. 

After what felt like an eternity, that little bit of life…sparked once more in your eyes. Making even you, the avatar of sorrow, think that things…might be okay. 

Mammon:

“Why are you so annoying?” You said to Mammon, as he cried over Goldie being cut up into pieces. Lucifer had enough of Mammon’s complaining, and cut his favorite belonging into several pieces and left them on the ground. 

He turned back to you and screamed, “WHAT WOULD YOU KNOW? MY PRECIOUS BABY GOLDIE!” And he tried pathetically to piece it back together. “Shopping sprees will never be the same without you…” As he disregarded you. 

But you were there just walking around, you COULD just leave. Actually…maybe you will. Muttering under your breath as you left, “Shopping sprees are so boring.” But no. Absolutely not. Mammon would NOT let those words slide! 

“Boring? BORING?” He ran up to you, and placed both hands on your shoulders, “A man’s best friend is his wallet.” He said, way too serious for your liking. That tone…he was planning something. “Come on. Shopping trip. Now.” 

You eyed his cut up credit card, and raised an unamused eyebrow. “And just how will you be paying?” Somehow you knew the answer, but tried to put what little faith you had in Mammon into him having an unseen character development arc. “And if you say…”

“You’re paying.” He said, before you could finish your sentence. Yup. Exactly what you suspected. That didn’t stop the wild glimmer in his eye from coming back full force though, as if just the thought of you paying for a shopping trip brought him as much joy as spending money on his own card. Maybe he just liked spending money, regardless of whose money it is. 

You looked into his eyes, not falling for this trick. “No. I’m not.” But your resolve went away the longer he stared at you with those pleading eyes of his. He wasn’t leaving this alone, as several minutes of unwavering staring proved to you. “Mammon, no. I don’t want to.” 

He still wouldn’t give up though, and used his arms to hold you closer as he whined, “PLEEEEEEASE! I promise you’ll love shopping trips! The great Mammon knows all the best locations and prices!” Something told you he knew NOTHING about prices. But as he whined, and whined…and whined…you gave in. 

“OKAY! DAMN! Then will you leave me alone?” You groaned, and once more, even louder when he pulled you into a hug. Mammon’s cheers and excited “woot woot!”s making you feel like you definitely signed up for something you couldn’t handle. Or at the least didn’t want to. 

“YES! I’LL LEAVE YOU ALONE NOW LET’S GOOOOO!” He ran to the door, and looked back at you like a puppy waiting for its owner to follow it. Maybe you could convince him to leave earlier if you lied about how much money was on your card. Eh…you’d decide later. 

Shop after shop, you sat out front while Mammon did unknown amounts of damage to your card. You didn’t buy much, so you had a heaping sum laying in your account. Though something tells you even that wouldn’t stand a chance against the avatar of greed. You didn’t really care what he bought, as long as it would appease him and make him leave you alone for a few hours. 

Though after a couple shops, he dragged you in with him. “Mammon, I don’t wanna shop, just get your shit and let’s go!” You practically slugged behind him, but every once in a while something would catch your eye. Briefly. Mammon didn’t seem to notice, clearly more intent to get more things for himself than others. Typical. 

In a couple hours, you were both walking around with full hands. 99% of its contents were a mystery to you. He did buy a little keychain with you directly next to him, which made up the 1%. It was exhausting more than anything, and by the time you convinced him to go home you were completely spent. You just wanted to not be bored…and you guess…Mammon did resolve that. It wasn’t necessarily “fun” but it was something to do that was more than anything you could do around the dorms. 

Mammon gave you back the card, looking very…very pleased with himself. Dropping all the bags you were carrying in the entrance, you went to go back to your room, but he stopped you. With his foot. Both his hands were still full, so a foot would have to do. 

“Woah, woah, woah! Where are you going! Don’t you wanna see all the stuff I got?” He grinned and you groaned. It was annoying, but you helped carry all the bags to Mammon’s room. Once again, you placed the bags down and went to leave. And once again, he stopped you. 

“Come on! Check out this stuff I got for you!” It certainly did make you stop. You turned to see if he was joking, but he looked serious. As serious as a grinning avatar of greed could be. When you tilted your head, he continued, “Don’t act so surprised. The great Mammon is very generous.” And he huffed. 

It made you scoff, but you did walk over to him and the bags. “I got one thing for you from each of the stores we went to!” Then muttered, “And a few things for me…” And he began pulling all the items out of the bags, making a “for you” and “for me” pile. “You don’t like a lot of shit, so I just did some guessing.” 

To your surprise, you did think a lot of the items were pretty cool. At the last bag, and the item you liked most, you smiled while looking at it. Actually…smiled. 

“BOOM! SUCCESS!” It tore the smile off your face, and replaced it with a mixture of shock and confusion. “Well…I don’t think I’ve ever seen ya smile. You’re pretty depressed, dude. So I wanted to see if I could make ya smile by the end of the day.” He gave himself a high five, “So today was an epic success, only possible because of the great Mammon.” 

It was embarrassing for you, so you got up to leave…but you did carry your belongings Mammon got you in one of the shopping bags. He continued to cheer as you left, and rambled about how amazing he was. You turned back at the door, and gave a real smile. It was small, but still there. “Mammon…thank you.” And left without another word. 

Who knew…that the avatar of sorrow could smile. All because of one idiot and a lot of his own money down the drain. 

Leviathan:

“Why am I here again?” You said, sitting in Levi’s room with him right next to you. He had called you there very suddenly, and mentioned a reason but used a lot of terms you didn’t understand. So you weren’t entirely sure what the goal here was. 

He chuckled, and it would have sounded menacing coming from anyone but him, “We’re going to find out your favorite video game genre.” Levi explained, but it made you lose interest immediately. 

“No thanks, I’m good not knowing, I’ll-” But his hand grabbed your arm to stop you. He wasn’t very strong physically, but you also didn’t want to bother him too much. Out of all his brothers, he probably understood your sorrow the most. Which…was unfortunate. But also made you feel validated. You sensed that in him, the very sorrow that dwells within you had a home deep down in his heart. So you stayed. 

“Please! I just need to know so I can get you into pro-gaming!” And he chuckled yet again. Just like you were soft on him, he was soft on you. It wasn’t just anyone he tried this hard to have a relationship with. He knew you were sad, so he said “Games…help me. Feel better. So maybe…they can make you feel better too.” Then he looked away to not see any trace of rejection on your face. 

It was really sweet…how he was going to try and help you. So you sat down without another word, and heard his excited giggle as soon as you did. “Alright…where do we start?” You sounded defeated, but that wasn’t entirely uncommon. It didn’t phase Levi at least, which…kind of made you…maybe a little content? You didn’t know the right word for it, all you knew was he was trying. It made you wanna try too. 

Several games went by, each of which Levi would ask a million questions about and share “fun facts” about it throughout your gameplay of them. Some of them were okay? Some were definite nos. “I thought that one was alright. It needs more x, but I liked the “gameplay” of it.” He was even teaching you new gaming words, what has your world come to? 

Levi thought for a moment, and slammed his fist in his hand with an “I GOT IT!” He jumped up and rummaged through his games carefully. He was looking for something, but also wasn’t going to destroy all the other games he enjoyed. Had it been one of his brothers, they would probably destroy them. But you waited patiently, and he finally pulled out a game you had yet to play. 

“This one isn’t one of my personal favs, but if you liked those things about the other you’re going to LOVE this!” And without another word he inserted the game into the console and handed you the controller. “Okay now for this game this button does…” And he went into detail about what all the buttons would do. 

Even when the game explained that to you the second you loaded in. 

You didn’t know how long you were playing, but it didn’t seem like too long. Between the music, story, and gameplay…this was at least your favorite game you’ve played. Though your face didn’t show it, you were actually enjoying the game a lot. And not just that, but having Levi tell you about all the things you missed and information on how it was made, made the whole experience a lot better. 

He was more excited than you visibly were, but he acknowledged he might be annoying you with the games and that brought you out of it. You paused the game, and turned to him. “No…Levi you’re not being annoying. This game is really fun. I like it. Tell me about this character?” And you unpaused to show him which character you were talking about. 

“You…you really like it? You’re not just saying that?” His worried poured out, and he rambled, “I know some people get mad when I force them to play games, but I think there’s games for everyone, and if you hate it I need to know so-” 

You hit his arm lightly, “I mean it. It’s fun. Thanks for showing me this.” To send the point home, you smiled at Levi. It may not have been a huge smile, but it was more than he had ever seen from you. He looked completely and utterly shocked, and yelled before you could say another word.

“YOU CAN SMILE? FRIENDSHIP METER RAISED LOL!”

Satan:

If anyone knew what you were going through, in terms of unasked for demonic powers, it’d be Satan. His anger was unrivaled, and you were dealing with a serious bout of depression. You didn’t know if he could help you, but you were going to try. Ever since becoming the avatar of sorrow, and avatar of wrath, you both knew how uncontrollable that power became for you and those around you. 

He was cooking dinner, since it was his turn. Belphie had agreed to puppy guard Beel so Satan could get the food done before Beel ate it all. He had been known to do such a thing. Many. Times. It was his burden, to always be hungry. So you didn’t really blame him, but having your own food to eat was good too. 

Satan didn’t expect a visitor, let alone you, but he wasn’t going to argue with the company. “Hey. Dinner will be ready in an hour, maybe two.” He said, without looking up from his work. He couldn’t fathom why you’d be here if not to check on food. 

“Satan…how do you do it?” You hadn’t even looked at him fully, just like how he hadn’t looked at you. But when you asked, he did look briefly, realizing you weren’t talking about his cooking. 

“How do I do what?” He didn’t look again, just continued to work on everyone’s dinner. “I know you don’t mean to make the soup. We both know you’re a better cook than me.” Satan wasn’t even a BAD cook, but he wasn’t a good one either. Except for very select things. 

“Deal with…the anger.” He stopped, but didn’t look at you. It took him several moments of pausing to resume his cooking, and he waited for you to continue. “You're the avatar of wrath…so you’re angry a lot. How do you deal with it?” You sighed, and rubbed one arm with your opposing hand, and felt dumb for even asking. 

This made him stop working altogether, and face you. He wasn’t worried about the food right now, it could wait. This was more important. “It’s not easy. And I presume you’re only asking because you’re dealing with the effects of your own power.” He walked over, and looked at you evenly, making you look at him too. He was trying to search your eyes for emotions, and only found…well…sadness. 

“Yeah…I’m tired of being sad. About anything, everything. It’s so overwhelming…and underwhelming. It’s hard to explain.” You groaned and looked at him to find sympathy in his eyes. It made you hesitate, but waited patiently for his reply. 

“It is hard. It took years to work on it. But even now, I realize I’m angry pretty much all the time.” It didn’t seem like much of an answer, so he elaborated, “I do feel angry. All the time. But after a while, I learned to accept it. And instead focused on something opposite to wrath. What I found was contentment.” He pulled out his phone, and showed you an extremely long document on his phone about every book he’s ever read. 

“So…I find something…that makes me happy? And just accept I’ll always be sad even still?” It didn’t make sense, “But that’s not fair! I don’t want to be…just sad. All the time.” You slumped, and Satan sighed. 

“What I’m trying to say is…while you may be sad, it just means you have the potential to be even happier still. I get excited about new books, and something I’ve been taught, and learned THROUGH those books, is how you can feel more than what you are made to.” His lips twitched into a smile before returning to their neutral expression. “If you can be sad, you can prove the world wrong. Show them you can be happy, even as the avatar of sorrow.” 

“Oh…” Was all you could think to say. It took many moments of processing, and Satan allowed you that time. “But how…can I find things that make me happy?” You looked almost pleading, craving more answers. It did make sense? To an extent? But it sounded a lot easier said than done. 

“Try something you haven’t yet. Read a different kind of book, find someone to confide in, play a board game, just something you haven’t tried. If nothing you’ve done has made you happy, try something else.” He went back to cooking, but was turned partially towards you so you knew he was still engaged in the conversation. 

“I don’t even know what I COULD try…” His words left you hopeful, that you really could find something to make you a happier demon. Was it even possible? But…”If the avatar of wrath can be excited…then the avatar of sorrow can be…happy?” It was more of a question than anything, but it did made Satan smile slightly. 

“I have books on hobbies. After I’m done cooking and we’ve all eaten, come to my room. We can go through some of the hobbies you can try, or I could lend you those books.” Books seemed to be his answer for everything, but he was an extremely wise demon. Maybe there was something to them after all. 

“I’d…I’d like that.” 

Asmodeus:

“Smiiiiiiile!” Asmo said, as he tried to take a selfie with you. “Pleeeeease! Just one smile!” He was doing his best! He was all dressed up and everything! “We’re about to go eat at that new restaurant! I need a good selfie for the occasion!” He pouted.

“I never agreed to that.” You said, not amused by any of this. “You’re the one that decided we were going. I never even agree to that, much less “selfies”.” You used air quotes. You’d never taken one, and what was the point? Asmo cared way more about beauty than you, but as is expected of the avatar of lust. 

He pouted and crossed his arms, before going to a better lit spot in his room to take his own picture. Asmo finished with several pictures, and walked back over to you, “Don’t I look cute in this one? This one isn’t the best but still adorable~!” And scrolled through each and every one with you. “Now come on! It’s restaurant time!” As he dragged you out the door. 

“I seriously never agreed to this.” You groaned but decided it was worth it to get some food. You were kind of hungry, and maybe if you were lucky Asmo would find another demon to go bother and you could go home. A nap sounded alright, a long day of…well nothing…was exhausting. 

Asmo took more pictures on the way there, and eventually started taking some with you too. “I thought you didn’t want me in your pictures.” Was all you said, on the walk when he refused to stop taking more. “Won’t I “ruin” them.” It was stated as a fact, but he didn’t take it that way, more of an argumentative statement. 

“Brothers need to take pictures together!” And he wrapped his arms around one of yours. “It’s healthy!” But you were thrown off by the “brothers” bit. Asmo hadn’t called you brother yet. 

“Brothers?” You were confused, and looked at him while he practically skipped in step with you. “I know I'm the avatar of sorrow…but we don’t have to be brothers.” Your eyes cast downwards, as you waited for the impending punchline of his joke. But he didn’t make one. 

Instead, he huffed and poked your nose, “Of course! You’re just such a cute little brother!” He let go of your arm and spun around once, taking his phone out for another selfie. “I was only big brother to two, you know? But now I get to be a proper big brother again!” He managed to capture a few pictures as you laughed. 

“Asmo, I’m older than you. By a good bit, “you know”,” you said, quoting himself back to him directly to his face. Then you realized the snapping you heard was his camera. “W-wait! Delete those!” You reached for it, but he stepped aside too quickly, clearly expecting it. 

“Nu uh! Actually…tell you what.” He winked and grinned as he skipped backwards for each step you took towards him. “I’ll promise to only show my circle those pictures, if you smile again.” Asmo was trying to trick you, and you knew it. But you couldn’t even really smile “properly”. That laugh was the first time in a long time you’d even smiled. Or come close. 

There were little smiles, and grins VERY occasionally, but never a straight up smile. “Asmo we both know your circle is hundreds of demons, saying “only my circle” is still way more demons than I can even name. By a lot.” You stopped chasing him and looked to the ground. “I don’t even really…know how to smile. It doesn’t happen often.” 

He looked at you and went, “Awww! My little baby demon brother needs a lesson in smiling? Well you’ll be pleased to know I have the best smile in the Heavens, planets AND Devildom!” It made your eye twitch, hearing him boast again. 

“Asmo seriously? I’m older than you!” You huffed and started walking towards the restaurant again. “For making fun of me, you’re paying.” It was meant as a threat, but you should have known he wouldn’t care. “And you’re buying dessert.” 

“Aww!” Just the noise was starting to irk you, “Does my little baby brother need his BIG brother to pay for their meal? Of course! Only since you asked so nicely~!” And he spun back to you, wrapping both arms around yours again. 

“Asmo…I’m gonna say this one last time…” You started and he waited patiently as you gathered the words, “I’M OLDER THAN YOU!” 

It would not be anywhere close to the last time, but after some time you’d grow to enjoy it. Though you’d never once tell him that. It would go straight to his head, and everyone already dealt with that enough as it is…still…

It was nice to laugh. Maybe…you’ll find an opportunity to do it again. 

Beelzebub:

You walked through the dorms, and bumped (quite literally) into Beelzebub. His stomach growled, and you figured he was on his way to the kitchen to get more food. Even if his stomach HADN’T growled, you would still assume so. But him rubbing his belly with a pained look on his face only amplified that. 

“Beel?” You questioned, when he didn’t move from his spot. He looked at you and asked the “logical” question. 

“Do you have food?” 

You sighed, and said “No. Not really hungry.” But made a mental note that you might start carrying at least a snack on you for when you did bump into Beel. “Sorry.” And you went to move away, but heard Beel follow you. “Uh…what?” 

He looked determined, “You didn’t eat breakfast with us again. Did you have a big breakfast on your own?” He ended up stopping you in your tracks, and he said “Can you cook? Did you cook your own breakfast? What did you make?” Figures that he was probably asking if you could cook for him. 

“I kind of cooked it. I just fried a block of cheese in the microwave.” You dismissively said, and went to walk away but were once more stopped by Beel. “Beel. What?” You were getting a bit irritated, but also concerned. Beel got…a little wild when he was too hungry. “You know you’ll feel sick if you don’t eat.” But he didn’t reply a single word, just grabbed your arm and dragged you to the kitchen. 

He still looked so shocked, “Can a block of cheese really fill you up…?” It was incomprehensible for him. “You should eat.” And he rummaged through the cabinets. Luckily the kitchen was always stocked for when others ASIDE FROM Beel wanted to eat. He could eat anything and everything, but he still tried to leave at least some for the others. Including you. 

You groaned, not wanting to, but also knowing you probably should. “I’m not really hungry, B-” And a chocolate bar was shoved in your mouth. When did he even grab that? And how come you didn’t notice it? 

The look of shock actually made Beel laugh, but it turned serious again, “You can’t go that long without eating. It’s not good for you.” He quickly ate at least three chocolate bars, before he started looking for meat. “Eat more.” 

You muttered “It’s not healthy to overeat either…” But he either didn’t hear it or didn’t care. You jumped up on the counter and glared at him while he searched for more and more food. When he held out a hotdog on a stick, you simply glared. “I’m not hungry.” 

Beel started to glare back, and held out the hotdog as long as he could before his own temptations gave in and he ate it. “Sorry…was meant for you.” And he picked up and held out several things, only for him to end up eating it in the end. “This time. This time it’s for you.” He held out his FAVORITE burger. 

“Beel no. That’s like…your favorite or something. I’m not eating it. I wouldn’t even if I WAS hungry.” Your glare disappeared, and you realized he was even willing to give up his favorite burgers just so you’d eat something. That had to mean something to him, so in turn it meant a lot to you. “Why do you even care…?” It didn’t make sense to you at all, and you wanted to know the answer. 

“Because you’re our brother. You need to eat and be healthy.” It was so straightforward, that it caught you off guard. But he looked as serious as could be, and continued to prod the burger closer to your hands. He wasn’t going to sit there and feed you if he could help it, but the stunt with the chocolate bar proved he wasn’t above doing so. “Eating is important.” 

Your will began to break, and you struck a deal, “How’s this then…you eat your favorite burger, and I eat some cereal or something.” You would feel awful eating that burger knowing how bad Beel would want it. Already feeling bad as it is, you didn’t need another reason to feel bad. “Okay?” You tried, watching the gears turn in his mind. 

“Okay!” He said, and instantly downed the burger. How did he even do that without feeling sick? Either way, you both knew you couldn’t go back on your promise. You hadn’t even got down from the counter when Beel made you a bowl of cereal they had. He was really determined right now…

When he handed it to you, you spitefully took one bite and looked at him with a “happy now?” He clearly was NOT happy now. He pointed at the cereal and crossed his arms. “Seriously? You’re going to watch me eat this whole bowl?” He nodded. “Great. An audience when eating…”

Beel’s stomach grumbled again, and he went back to the cabinets to find more. “Eating…” He repeated that last word before doing exactly that. He was far from done eating when you had finished, but it was okay. It was…like a bonding moment. 

“Beel.” You said, and set the empty bowl in the sink. He’d just started eating a steak (how did he even find one and cook it right?) when you spoke up. “Are you even listening?” You sighed, and rubbed your forehead in dread of the emotional moment you were about to have. 

“Mmm!” It was meant to be more of a “mhm” but it became just a random noise to show he was listening while also really enjoying the steak. He was paying attention at least, maybe it would actually be better to do this while he was eating so he couldn’t say anything back. 

“Thank you…for caring.” You were going to add more, but it was embarrassing enough as it is. Without another word you walked out of the kitchen. Or tried to. 

You were pulled into a side hug, and it left you standing there frozen. “I do care. We all do. But we’re not rushing you. Next time you want a late night snack, come get me.” And he let you go, leaving you with those words while he ate even more. 

Do they really…all care? It could be hard to tell. But maybe…just maybe…he was speaking the truth. 

Belphagor:

“What’s your secret to sleeping so well?” Was the simple question you asked to Belphie, who was chilling in your room…for some reason. “Don’t you have better places to nap?” It wasn’t as much out of irritation as it was curiosity. He did seem to be napping in your room more often these days. He didn’t used to, but you didn’t feel like talking about that right now. Instead you just wanted to know how he always slept so well. At least it seemed he did anyway. 

“Nap when you’re tired. Go to bed when you’re tired. You wake up tired? Sleep another few hours.” He fluffed the pillow he brought with him everywhere and laid back down. He said it so matter-of-fact, and seemed to believe it. 

“Do you have a favorite place to nap?” You didn’t know why you were asking so many questions, but he was so laid back all the time it couldn’t hurt. You’d rather be asking Belphie questions in comparison to Lucifer. “Or a place where you nap more than others?”

“Yeah. You wanna see?” He sat up and yawned, raising an arm in the air to stretch. He didn’t even wait for you to answer! “Come on.” He said, and walked out of the room. Belphie didn’t even seem to care if you were following or not, just heading in his direction. 

You stood up, not having anything better to do, and followed after him. He continued to walk, and seemed to know exactly where he was going. Belphie really must come here a lot, to know where it was from anywhere in the house. “Where are we even going?” You personally didn’t leave your room too much, but you didn’t know if the other brothers did either. 

“My secret place.” He said, and looked back at you, “That literally all my brothers know about. You’re the last one that doesn’t.” And he continued to walk in a certain direction. He just called you a brother…and so casually…maybe he didn’t even realize he said it? Who knew with Belphie. He could be both laid back, and calculating. It was confusing. 

You didn’t address his comment, and instead chose to just follow him to where he was leading you. The dorms were so big, it seemed like you were going so much further than you thought possible. With these dorms though, there was certainly a lot you had yet to see. Maybe one of the brothers would show you their favorite places too…over time. You were in no rush, and you presumed they weren’t either. 

When you arrived, it was a beautiful room with a skylight that showed more stars in the sky than you thought there were. A few blankets and pillows were already there, showing it really was Belphie’s favorite sleep spot. But there were also a lot of other things there, presumably belonging to the other brothers, especially Beel. It made sense…they were brothers. And Beel was his twin, so it made sense there were more things of Beel’s than the others.

Belphie noticed you staring at all the little trinkets, and pointed to one keychain that was dangling over the bookshelf. “See that one?” He walked over and held it up to you. It was simple, just some horns in your favorite color. “You haven’t come here before, but I still wanted something of you here.” He dismissed it immediately, but you weren’t willing to let it go. 

“Something…of me?” And you walked up beside him to look at the keychain. “But…why?” It confused you greatly, but then again…a lot about Belphie and his brothers confused you. 

He looked at you before plopping down on a couple of blankets in the center of the room and looked up to the stars. “Because I want something for all my brothers here. It’s my place, but it’s theirs too. Yours too.” And he yawned, but patted the spot next to him. “Come look at the stars. They’re really pretty right now.” 

“You’re so dismissive…” It was a statement, and he chuckled at the words. You debated just leaving, but he looked at you expectantly. “Fine…just for a little while.” Far more careful with the motion, you laid down next to him. 

Belphie pointed out some stars, and you could only pay attention for so long before dozing off. He would be lying if he said he didn’t fall asleep right after. He didn’t have to talk more if you were asleep too, perfect time for him to take that nap he wanted. 

End:

It was relaxing…knowing they all thought of you as their brother. Over time, you’d grown to see them as brothers too. Just like Satan said to do, you found your happiness too. But not in a hobby, instead, it was the brothers around you. They all had their good qualities, and bad qualities. Just like you. They were on your side. 

And you were on theirs. 

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My Dear Daughter-Part 2 (Yandere! Platonic! Mihawk & Fem! Reader)

So sorry it took so long to update this :,D I was so sure I posted this, so here's that second part, as commissioned by the same anon who commissioned the first one! Thank y'all for the patience <3

Tw; spanking, manipulation, and kidnapping. Yandere typical stuff, but ALL platonic.

Word Count: 5,275

You were going to escape. It was all you could think of, even over two months of being held captive by the warlord Dracule Mihawk. For some reason he had it set in his mind that you were his daughter, and mentioning your old life proved pointless. He’d just lock you in your room. He would still “take care” of you by cooking, and giving you company. Though…that was honestly the last thing you wanted. 

Mihawk made an attempt to be friendly, even familial, but you could see right through him…you think. He cooked, cleaned, provided you with clothes and crafting materials to keep you busy. You were tempted to ask him for something ridiculous, expensive or large, but you didn’t want him to think for a second that you relied on him. If he took it as a display of affection to receive gifts, then you’d rather die. Your friends…family…you were sure they missed you as much as you missed them. Though by now you could only hope they didn’t think you were dead. 

You had tried to reason with Mihawk, asking him for space but it was often met with dismissal. The only times you were away from him was in the bathroom, but he would often be in your room once you were finished. Spiting him didn’t work, since when you tried to take the longest shower known to man he barely batted an eye. He wasn’t phased in the slightest, and that only served to irritate you further. Money, materials, time, he seemed to have an abundance of it all. 

Yesterday, he even insisted you sit next to him at the table after he had cooked. You argued, and complained how there were over 10 seats at the table, and it was weird to ignore all of those to sit directly next to him. It was as if he was making sure you were eating. There was a bit of a stand-off, with him never eating before you did. He would only take the first bite after you. You did everything you could to irritate him, even playing with the food instead of eating any portion of it. 

That plan was foiled quickly, when he threatened to feed you if you wouldn’t feed yourself. It took less than a second after processing those words to start eating, glaring at him before looking at anything else in the room but him. You heard a small chuckle, as he had a one way conversation with you for the entirety of the meal. It was so hard finding a way to get one up on him…he was persistent and never seemed to be phased by anything…aside from bringing up leaving or your “old” family. 

Though the glare he gave you when bringing them up sent shivers down your spine. It was usually followed by a long lecture, as he hovered over you. You debated bringing them up after dinner, but by the time you had finished eating the courage to do so had dissipated. Some days you were more feisty than others, it all depending on how you tried to gauge his mood and how fed up you were with him. Yesterday was simply one of the days he was just barely tolerable. Pushing him too far was something you feared, but that didn’t stop you tonight. Things were different, and you weren’t sure if you’d make it out of this unscathed. 

Tonight, he was sitting in the corner of your room when you awoke. It wasn’t uncommon, but the fear you once had for him has warped and shifted into anger and frustration. You jolted out of bed, and backed further away from him towards the window. While you glared, he simply turned the page in the book he was reading and looked at you with that irritating neutral expression he shows often. He didn’t even have the courtesy to speak for several moments, so you took the initiative. 

“Get the hell out! I’m trying to sleep and I can’t do that with your freakish glowing eyes looking at me every minute!” You clenched your fists by your sides and tried to look intimidating, but it was pitiful and you knew it. “Your mansion is huge! And you have to be around me 24/7? Aren’t you a warlord? Don’t you have shit to do?” You spat, and looked at the window briefly, taking another step closer to it. The thought of jumping crossed your mind, being on the second floor wouldn’t harm you too severely, but it might just show him how serious you were about getting away from him. 

When he glanced up, he sighed heavily, seeming exasperated. “Step away from the window. Come back to sleep. Don’t make me have to come get you.” He spoke, shutting his book as he stood up. He stalked closer to you, clearly intimidating you far more than you’d intimidated him as you shook in place. His hand cradled your face when he was close enough, and he gave a look of disapproval. 

You slapped his hand away, and he let you. The glare on your face would have warded off most normal people. However Mihawk was far from “normal” and he returned your glare with a harsh one of his own. “Darling…you know better. Would you honestly much rather prefer solitude as opposed to your father keeping you company?” He raised one eyebrow, almost as a challenge for you to continue. 

“YOU’RE NOT, AND YOU’RE NEVER GOING TO BE, MY FATHER!” Without hesitation you reached to shove him away from you, only for him to catch your hands and hold them firmly within his own. You didn’t wince, and you expected it. But even when you know he’s stronger, faster, hell…even smarter, you would never stop resisting him. He had taken everything from your old life away from you, and you’d go down fighting to get it back. 

He huffed, not impressed by your display in the slightest. “Alright. If you insist, you need to be alone and think about what you’ve done.” With your hands in his, he pulled you to the bed despite your thrashing, as he pushed you softly towards it. “If you can’t learn to be grateful for all I’ve done for you, then you need to consider just how much better I’ve made your life.” He watched you as you sat up on the bed with a glare, and sighed. “If I have to make you write out your blessings from being here then I will.” 

“I’m not a damn child anymore! I’m 17! You can’t be treating me like some little brat!” You screamed at him, clutching the bed sheets tightly beneath you, turning your knuckles white. However as his expression shifted slightly, you hesitated. It looked like he’d had an idea, but brushed it away. Whatever it was, if he wasn’t even going to say or do it, the thought must have been something you never wish to see come to light. It silenced you, scared to know what he was thinking. 

With one last sigh, he left the room. He was planning something, you could see it. The thought of it all had you panicking, and came up with a plan of your own with half a second of hesitation. It was a stupid plan, but you didn’t have a choice at this point. It was better than sitting in your room doing absolutely nothing aside from seething and cursing his name. 

You dashed to the window, looking down at the ground below as you took in a deep breath for courage, before hanging your legs over the edge. It took a moment of composing yourself before you slid off the window sill, using your hands and feet to slide along the outer wall in a feeble attempt to land on your feet. There were light scrapes on your palms but you couldn’t care less. With the shaky landing, you looked along the horizon of the island. 

Wasting no time, you turned to see which way might potentially lead to a boat or raft. You needed some way to leave, it didn’t matter how, even if you floated for days…what mattered was that you did everything you could to escape him. He really was a pirate at heart, it didn’t matter if he was working for the government. No regard for those around him, even kidnapping you while masquerading as a man who just wanted to help. It was all a manipulation tactic, and why he got caught up in the idea of being your father was beyond you. It didn’t matter, you were getting out of here. 

You didn’t even take a step when you heard his voice to your right. He was leaning against the wall, arms crossed as he glared at you. “Darling…trust me, this is not a good idea.” Everything about his expression and position was a warning. Whatever he had in mind, you knew it wouldn’t be good for you in any capacity. “Don’t run from me sweetheart. You won’t like what happens when I catch you.” His tone was cold, with slight traces of anger within it. 

You froze in place, completely stiff as you looked at him with wide eyes. There was a shiver that ran down your spine as he shifted slightly off the wall. That slight movement was all you needed, being shocked out of your trance as you turned and ran away from him as quickly as possible. It was futile, you knew that, but you were moving on autopilot. Survival instincts had kicked in, as you reached a wooded area and swayed through the expanse of trees in an attempt to lose him. 

You passed a tree, only to see him leaning against the one across from it. “Darling…come back home. I’ll go easy on you if you do.” The glare was present on his face as his eyes appeared to glow, and he took one single step towards you. It didn’t stop you, only made you move faster. 

As you passed many trees, your spirit was feigning. Each turn you took, he was there. His words only made you shed tears, with each time you passed him. You didn’t take much time to see his expression, only running with no end. Despite that, the tone of his voice grew darker each time. 

“You know you shouldn’t be doing this, you could get hurt.”

“Come back to me.”

“You have one last chance…” Was the last thing he muttered, before you turned sharply just to run into his chest. It should have knocked him over, but he seemed prepared for it. His arms wrapped around you as you punched his chest and aimed for his face. Once the first fist nearly grazed his cheek, he grabbed both your hands and held them against his chest as he leaned closer to you. 

“I hate seeing you cry…though your punishment will surely cause more tears to fall. I gave you numerous chances, and you STILL insist on disobeying me.” His grip tightened around your hands, bringing a small feeling of pain as they clasped down harder. His eyes pierced through you, stilling you in your place momentarily before you tried to escape his grasp. You even tried to bring a leg up to kick him, but he shifted you in the blink of an eye, cradling you to his chest with one arm as the other held your fists. 

“Punishment? What the hell do you mean by that? I didn’t do anything wrong! I’m trying to save myself, you psycho!” You thrashed relentlessly in his grip, despite his strength far surpassing your own. At your insult, the grip on you tightened, and you made a small and involuntary whimper of pain. His fingers were digging into your thigh as the other hand clenched around your fists so hard you thought they might break. 

“You deserve to be punished like a child, since you intend on acting like one.” He kept it vague, leaving the implication in the air. With how slow he was walking, it took several minutes to return back to the mansion. The whole time, you had tried to escape and were only met with coldness as he refused to look at you. Tears continued to stream, as you wracked your mind to figure out what he would do to punish you. 

Within moments of reaching the mansion, his pace only slowed. It was torturous, and intentional. He wanted you to worry about what he was going to do to you, allowing you to think of any worst possible scenarios for what was in store. As you approached your room, the tears had slowed while the anger inside you only grew. “You can’t get away with this…” You spat out, before he sat on the bed with you now cradled in his lap. 

He sighed, almost as if feigning his reluctance for this punishment. Before you could even blink, you were splayed out on his lap with your stomach and chest on the top of his thighs. “W-What? WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?” You screamed, now realizing what punishment he had in store. “I”m not a fucking child! You can’t just spank me!” Your voice was quickly laced with fear as you spoke. He was a WARLORD and you knew how strong he was, this was the worst punishment you could think of, coming from him. 

“You are my child, and you need to be disciplined. I don’t wish to do this, but your actions are far from forgivable. I have given you anything you’d ever wished for, yet you reject me.” He brought his hand down harshly, making you cry out in a mixture of shock and pain. “You’ll receive twenty. One on each side, and they will only get harder. You’re leaving me no choice in this.” As he finished, his hand crashed down with a deafeningly loud smack. 

“W-WAIT NO! PLEASE! I-I’M SORRY, OKAY!” Even just the first two spanks brought the tears back to your eyes. It hurt worse than when your ankle needed stitches, and that was one of the worst pains you’d ever experienced. But it didn’t stop him from administering the next spank, being true to his word as it was harsher than the last. “P-Please I’m sorry! It hurts too much, I won’t run again, I promise!” You would say nearly anything if it made him stop…you only had three spanks of the twenty promised, if they got any harsher you felt you might break. 

He scoffed, striking once again with more force. “Now you want mercy? After running from me? It’s too late.” His blows continued to grow in intensity, with very little time between them. 

If you didn’t know better, you’d think he was impatient to finish the punishment. But…that wasn’t true. While he didn’t want to do it, he was furious. You knew he was holding back significantly, this was the man who could slice an entire island in half without even trying. You’ve seen him do it to the biggest ship you’d seen when you met him, the thought of destroying an island wasn’t too far of a reach. But you hadn’t ever been spanked, your parents were kind to you…and the thought of seeing them again was helping you get through it. That is…until the pain got to be too much. 

You swallowed your pride and dignity when you sobbed openly at the twelfth spank, and cried out pathetically, “P-Please! Please it hurts too much, I can’t do any more! Whatever you want, I don’t care j-just please don’t do it anymore!” You breathed heavily, whimpering with each passing second as the sting was becoming unbearable. The words weren’t thought through when you said them, and you barely even processed that you’d said them until he stopped. 

“Whatever I want?” He seemed to think for a moment, though really he was waiting for you to regain some semblance of clarity to understand his request. Even though you couldn’t see his face, there was the smallest trace of a smile. He may be delusional for thinking of you saying it, but he needed to hear it. “Call me your father. You can say dad if it’s easier.” He spoke softly, as his hand trailed lightly across your back in a “soothing” gesture. 

“W-What? N-No! I have my own-” You were cut off with the hardest spank yet, as you let out a harsh scream. Your mind was beyond clouded by now, and that last spank was enough. “I-I’M SORRY! You’re…” speaking softly, “You’re my dad…my only dad…” You winced at a mixture of your own words and the throbbing, stinging sensation you had on your rear. It was embarrassing to say the least, and you couldn’t help but glare pathetically at the ground in resignation. 

The room was silent for a few seconds, and you wondered what he was thinking. Though you didn’t wonder for long when you received a spank, one only slightly lighter than the one previously. “O-Ow! Hey! I said it! I said you’re my dad! The fuck do you want from me?” But the second you finished speaking there was a series of four spanks, with two on each side. Tears that had nearly dried were replaced by a steady flow of more down your cheeks. “S-Stop…please dad…it hurts too much.” You weren’t entirely sure if you were crying because of the pain, or the sheer feeling of hopelessness from your words…though it was very possible it was a strong mixture of both. 

“And what do you say to your father?” His voice wasn’t giving away his emotions, but it was easier for your own sanity to imagine him grinning sadistically. If you could just continue to paint him as a villain, you wouldn’t ever have to believe your own words when you call him a father. It made you think of your own father in that moment, and how he would never do this to you. But you thought about it for too long, not answering Mihawk as his hand was brought down again with force. 

“AH! W-What?! What do you want me to say? Please just tell me! I’ll say it, please!” You sounded beyond desperate, and many of the words came out through sobs and cries of pain, making it harder for even you to understand your words. Barely anything was being processed in your mind now, wondering if he’d continue to spank you if you didn’t say exactly what he wanted you to. Several sayings that you would always tell your father ran through your mind, but none seemed right. 

“Thank you?” You guessed, only to receive another spank. Your breath hitched, and you rapidly guessed other things he may want you to say, “Your cooking is good? You take good care of me? You’re a good teacher? I look up to you?” But in rapid succession, you received a sharp slap with each incorrect guess…which was apparently all of them. You screamed, and writhed in his lap with each passing second as the burning sensation became overwhelming. “W-WHAT? What do you want me to say?”

Mihawk sighed deeply, and spoke thoughtfully as he considered his words, “I suppose it may be difficult for you to guess, you’ve never gotten close to saying it.” It confused you more than anything, and when you stilled to think about what he meant he continued, “I’ll start then. All you have to do is respond appropriately.” He rubbed circles along your back and said without hesitation, “My darling daughter, I love you.” 

You went completely stiff, and even gasped in surprise. Did he really think that if you said it, you’d mean it? Was he that delusional? What kind of twisted psycho kidnaps a teenager, just to force her to say she loves him? That she’s his DAUGHTER? Your breathing picked up, as after all this time, a panic attack swelled up in your chest. Sobbing uncontrollably, you did everything you could to convince yourself that you didn’t mean it…but if it would really make all this pain stop…

“I…I love you…I love you, dad.” It was barely a whisper, and the only way you knew he heard you, was how his fingers stilled on your back for several seconds. You couldn’t slow your breathing, now shaking and terrified it wouldn’t be good enough for him. The thought of getting even more spanks…it was too much to bear. You really couldn’t take any more, as you dissolved into hyperventilating and sobbing on his lap. Even your hands were clutching his pant legs at this point, shaking uncontrollably as you laid there in fear of what might happen. 

But the next strike never came. Instead, you were carefully pulled up, instinctively crying out in pain when you were placed on his lap. He moved you slowly, cradling you to him with your arm and side against his chest as his arms wrapped around your back and knees. He ran his fingers along your skin slowly, and shushed you softly as you continued to weep. He rested your head under his chin and gave you a reassuring squeeze. 

You hated what you did…but because of the terrifying experience you went through, all you wanted was comfort. It took less than a few seconds of being in his arms for you to wrap your arms around his shoulders and cry into his neck. It didn’t register that he went completely still for a moment, before returning to comforting you. There was too much on your mind to notice a little detail like that, but you didn’t care. Even if it was from the man who just spanked you ruthlessly and forced you to call him dad, the feeling of being held close in his arms was somehow comforting. 

You ended up falling asleep like that, completely mentally and physically exhausted, in his arms. He moved carefully, shifting your forms so that he was laying on his back with you curled up in a small ball on top of him. Your hands reached and clutched at the fabric of his shirt, and head nuzzled into his neck. He was more than careful as to not wake you up, but instead soothed you by running his hand through your hair while the other held you as close to him as possible. Despite hating giving you that punishment, he smiled. 

You were so much smaller than him, definitely weaker in every way. But you had a fire inside you, he concluded it was because of having to protect yourself. Your parents were never good enough for you, not like he could be. He was going to be the best father, as he’d been trying to do from the very beginning, since meeting you. How was it you had to grow up protecting yourself, you must have had to, and never had anyone strong enough to protect you? You even managed to be dragged onto a pirate ship. If he hadn’t saved you…no one would have. The thought sent him spiraling, and he went through a range of emotions without ever fully showing them on his face. 

Something inside him changed when he met you, and again when you called him dad. It was only one time, but he knew if he did everything he could to be the father you’ve always deserved, you’d never stop saying it. Never try to leave him, never fight him…never say you hate him. He knew you didn’t mean it when you said it during your punishment, but as they say, if you say something enough times you start to believe it. To feel it. Even though you only said it to end the punishment, it was a good start. He would do everything he could, try harder than his best, and make sure you never have to fake those feelings again. 

You woke up several hours later, completely exhausted and sore. It was completely uncomfortable, sleeping in a ball like this. You groaned, and went to roll over but you were secured in the spot. Finally opening your eyes, you tilted your head up to see Mihawk looking down at you with his neutral expression, only with a trace of adoration showing. It caused you to become completely stiff, looking at him with wide eyes. 

“Good morning, darling.” He said, and shifted you slightly to be in a more comfortable position. “Would you like anything to eat? We can head to the kitchen and I can prepare something for you.” He gave the slightest smile, though his eyes were calculating. He was trying to figure out if you’d misbehave as you did yesterday. He scanned your face, as a range of emotions went through you. 

You took several seconds to look over your words, as you tried to decide the best course of action. Yesterday was terrifying…traumatizing even. If you fought back, there was no telling what other punishments you’d have in store. Would he even believe you if you lied and went along with anything he said? It took many moments of deliberation, before you muttered “Some food would be nice…” 

He thought for a brief second, before he maneuvered you to fit in his arms comfortably as he walked you both to the kitchen. This time, you didn’t fight back in the slightest. Just the thought of the punishment from last night had you completely still in his arms. There was no way you were going to go through that again. At least not right now. Your whole body was sore, and brought chills down your spine. Without even thinking about it, the physical contact was comforting enough you leaned into him slightly. 

You could practically feel his smile, and let him set you down on the countertop. Making eye contact with him right now wasn’t something you were able to bring yourself to do. Those eyes…you could see why they scared away most people. They tore holes through you, and you were one to wear your emotions on your sleeve most of the time. If he saw how afraid you were, how BROKEN you were, you didn’t want to know what would happen. So instead you watched your hands as you fiddled with them while he prepared breakfast. 

It was silent, until Mihawk mentioned breakfast being done. You didn’t even realize how much time had passed, but he led you to the dining room as he carried the plates of food. You nearly picked a seat further away from him, but decided it wasn’t a wise decision. He always insisted you sit right next to him, and you weren’t in the right place to question or protest it. 

Breakfast remained relatively quiet, but you had a burning question you needed answered. There were a couple bites left, but as the question brewed and festered, you needed to ask it now. “Why…why me? Why did you save me…and pick me to be your daughter?” You tried to make eye contact after avoiding it for the majority of the day so far, but immediately looked away. He looked surprised, but you couldn’t bear to see his face at this point. 

“That’s a difficult question to answer.” He spoke, matter of factly. You could hear him set down his silverware, and he reached one hand over to move your chin to meet his eyes. You expected it though, and used every inch of your willpower not to flinch. “There are many reasons, though some seem…illogical.” It had you tilting your head slightly in confusion, as he continued. 

“I wasn’t planning to save you. But you seemed to have no connection with those pirates, and I didn’t feel any sense of danger when I saw you. You looked…scared, and weak.” You scrunch your nose at the word weak, but allow him to elaborate. “You clearly didn’t fit in with the pirates, and I felt the urge to protect you. After that, your wit, your humor, even your flaws were appealing.” He chuckled softly, as you saw the most genuine smile you’d seen from him. 

“You have a fire inside you. It’s no secret I could have left you, abandoned you, but you talked to me with respect…even if it came from fear. Despite being injured, despite being afraid, you still stood up to me. It’s courageous, and shows that you’re strong willed. There aren’t many people that I’ve seen fight with no chance of success.” He sighed, reaching over to grab one of your hands. 

“Though you fight me…you’re everything I’ve wanted in a daughter.” His thumb trailed across the back of your hand, as you sat there in shock. “I wasn’t expecting to have kids, though I knew if I wanted a child, I would hope for a daughter. Daughters to me…are something precious. Boys can always grow up and fight, but it’s astounding to teach a girl to be a strong and reliable woman. Though no matter how strong a girl will grow up to become, they’re daughters that a loving father can and will always protect. That is what I wish to be to you, a father and protector.” 

You had no words, it was the most you’d heard him speak since meeting him, and it seemed genuine. It never crossed your mind he could ramble this much, but it was somewhat…reassuring. He didn’t want you to be his daughter for ill reasons, but instead because you’re someone he pictured could fit into his mindset of a child he may have never had. You weren’t someone who could be molded easily, but his confessions had you nodding your head slightly, removing your hand from his to finish eating. 

You were a long way from loving him, and you may never do so. The thoughts racing through your mind were conflicting, with one half wanting nothing to do with him. But the other half…had you thinking that if he were your father, you would never want for anything again. You’d have everything you needed, and be protected from anyone and anything that came your way. He may be gone for periods of time, and it gave you an idea. It may be a terrible one, but it would give you a chance to decide what you did with the learned skill. 

“Then…for when you’re gone…teach me how to fight. Teach me how to use a sword.” Your voice was filled with resolve, determined that if you were to accept him as a father, you could protect yourself while he was gone. And if not, you could train. Become strong enough that you could take him on and escape. Which option you would decide, would come in time. Now wasn’t the time to decide, not when your thoughts were racing with all the possibilities of what he could do to you…or even what he could do FOR you. 

You looked up from your plate, to see his reaction to your offer. His eyes were wide, but his face contorted into a smile. You weren’t sure if he saw it as a challenge, or an opportunity. He may be proud to teach you to fight, and all you could do was hope he didn’t understand the underlying message. If you were to train hard enough, you’d try to escape him…if you even wanted to when the time came to decide. Regardless, as he smiled, he gave a small nod. 

“If that’s what you want. I would be glad to teach you.” 

No matter what…you’d surpass him.