I don't paint often, so I don't know if this is good or bad. But honestly, if I'm being honest with myself, I'm really proud of myself for making this. And that's what matters, I suppose.
If I could change anything then I would've made the skull green, like the one from Dead Apple. It would've been a nice contrast to the background, but eh. What's done is done. I loved doing the blood effect though.
I'm finally doing something for one of my favorite animes!
demon fyodor x reader
It was a normal night, it always was. I got home from my part time job, bathed, ate dinner and worked on my homework for the remainder of the evening.
I guess i should have gotten the hint that something was up when my alarm clock was frozen, or when the lightbulb in my bathroom suddenly exploded, but no, I decided to ignore it. Big mistake.
after the light exploded i made my way to bed, a bit shaken from the fiasco in the bathroom I decided to read some.
and by some i meant three hours... because I couldn't seem to fall asleep.
I get ahead of myself.
after some time had passed I decided that i should just lay down. I set my book down on my bedside table and leaned over to turn the light off. That was my second mistake, because when I leaned back into my bed I was met with a pair of violet eyes, that seemed to be almost glowing from the moonlight.
'okay... this is... new' i thought to myself, 'maybe this is what people mean by a sleep paralysis demon?' i pause, the eyes blinked.
"maybe i'm hallucinating?"i wonder aloud
in response i am met with a deep chuckle, causing me to jolt slightly in surprise, inwardly cursing
'how could i show a reaction? now whatever, who rather, knows i am aware of their presence'
the eyes shut and i feel a dip in the bed
'okay, maybe this is a sleep paralysis demon... no wait i can move'
i turn my eyes to where the movement came from and became very aware of a tall man with semi-long hair sitting on the edge of my bed (not facing me, thankfully).
i pondered on what i should do for what felt like an eternity, before i was (rudely) interrupted by the man shifting. In my sudden surprise i attempted to slowly sit up and try to shift away from him.
it all happened to quickly, one moment i was trying to quietly move myself to the other side of the bed, adjacent from the male who had made himself so comfortable on the edge of my bed. and the next i was suddenly pushed down into the mattress of my bed, immobile.
"you're interesting" he says, looking down to me, allowing his deep voice to fill the room (a/n im sorry he has a hot voice in the english dub (*≧∀≦*)), "perhaps i should strike a deal with you", he says allowing one of his hands to find its way to my face.
a small gasp leaves my lips at his proposal, 'who is this guy!?... no wait, better question: how did he get in my room?'
"is my cute little mouse not going to answer me?" he asked, mock confusion lacing his tone, causing heat to rise to my cheeks, "I can promise you that the proposal i speak of will benefit you greatly."
curiosity getting the better of me i asked, "what do you mean?"
a smirk found its way to his lips
'this bastard is enjoying himself!?'
"you are going to die," he spoke, the smirk leaving his face momentarily, now replaced with a more serious expression.
"... excuse me..?"
"I am a demon, we can tell when someone is not long for this world." he paused, watching my features morph into confusion, " however, we demons, also have the power to prevent such things. hence why i brought up my proposal."
'this guy has to be nuts' i quietly thought to myself, pausing, 'well he did somehow appear here, and there have been some weird things happening tonight... so maybe he is a demon.'
My eyes wondered back to the 'demon' in question, "this seems like too great a bargain, don't you think? What exactly will you get in return for my not dying?" i asked, inwardly wondering where my sudden confidence came from.
" and in return? hah, you're quite smart to think to ask. In return I will have you." He answered, a smile appearing upon his lips.
"-me?" I managed to get out, shock painting my features.
"yes, you dear. In return for helping you to live, I want you.
I want you in all ways possible. I want you to love me and only me, And someday I want you to be my wife." He said he leaned into my neck and tightened his grip around me, not too tight, it was actually rather comfortable to be in his arms-, wait‽ what am i thinking‽ This guy is something inhuman, I cannot simply say yes because he gives good hugs.
Sending my discomfort he lifted his head from my neck and stared into my eyes, trying to find the source of it. "if you are worried about what will become of your freedom, don't be. I may be a demon, but I do make sure to give fair deals. In return for helping you to survive, and changing your fate. I want you. and in this deal you will still have your freedom to pursue your hopes and dreams, however you must adapt them because shall you take this deal, I will be in them as well." He finished.
'as much as I don't know the guy, he makes a good point if i don't take this deal I'm dead, and if i do then i have freedom and... a demon' i thought to myself before returning my gaze to the man above me.
"fine, I accept your conditions, only under the circumstances that you will refrain from interfering in my decisions." I said, hoping that I sounded confident.
The man above me looked rather amused, "You're cute." he said, the sudden compliment causing heat to rush to my face, "but you must understand that if you accept my deal that you are allowing me some interference into your life." he continued, his voice turning darker and more threatening as he went on, "if you accept a deal with a demon like me I'll be sure to make it worth your while, I'll be one hell of a husband." he finished, a dangerous glint dancing in his eyes as he did so.
(a/n: !! if you get the reference, your hand in marriage, rn!)
a gasp left my lips at his seriousness, "ok, fine. I accept your conditions, where do I sign?" I asked, assuming that he would have a contract.
"oh there won't be a need for any signatures of such a nature, I'll be using a rather different method." he said, looking down at me, his eyes flickering from my eyes to my neck.
"huh?" I breathed out.
"Not all demons use signatures to signify agreements. Especially one of such importance, instead of using a signature I will be leaving my mark on you." He said pausing, taking a chance to gauge my reaction, "I will be leaving it here." he said darkly while pressing two of his fingers against where my shoulders met my neck.
I stayed silent, waiting for him to make his move, almost every part of me was telling me to run from the man above me, but as always I ignored it and opted to stay still as a statue when he leaned down, peppering my neck in kisses, stopping only when he reached where he said he would place the mark and bit down, hard.
A groan of pain left my lips. I wanted to push him off of me, pain coursed through me, my neck felt like it was on fire.
"a little more lyubov moya." he breathed out, hugging me close to his body as I thrashed around in pain, a small part of me grateful that i didn't have a roommate yet, who knows what they would have thought if they heard this.
after what seemed like an eternity the pain finally became bearable. I attempted to remove myself from the demon's arms only for him to tighten his grip.
"you ought naught forget who you belong to so soon, lyubov moya." he said, adamant about not letting me go for the time being.
I sighed into his arms, 'i'm too tired for this' I thought to myself as a wave of drowsiness washed over me.
"sleep well, lyubov moya." was the last thing i heard before everything turned quiet and i entered a dreamless slumber.
a/n: They always call fyodor a demon, so i just thought i'd make it a reality! I have been wanting to write about this for so long!
(also I figured now was the best time because... of events that happen in the anime)
On another note, school is kicking my ass, one of my teachers is a major bitch, and it makes it really hard to want to actually try in her class.
Can I request Fyodor and reader dancing together at a masquerade ball?
I should be doing chem rn but I saw this and I happen to be listening to BSD playlists… So enjoy some fluff romance.
Kindle the fire with music
Fyodor x Reader (Gn)
Note: I made the reader a bit proper/fancy. Since there wasn’t much detail to this, my mind did wander away, and I immediately thought of the “rivals trying to one-up the other while dancing to avoid suspicion” troupe.
I had way too much fun writing this. It may end up my favorite so far...
Enjoy~
Candlelight, strings being plucked, chandeliers, people dressed in all sorts of gowns and suits surrounding and suffocating. No person went without a mask, concealing their identity. That’s what made these nights so interesting. Those who put effort into finding what was needed won in these situations. You blended in perfectly fine. Standing with your shoulders back, a glass of champagne held within your hand. Fine gloves to keep your fingers off the glass. The mask on your face providing you security tonight.
The chatter of voices among the soft entertainment provided by the musicians drowning away the intent of tonight. You set down the empty champagne glass, sliding your feet across the wooden floor to the center of the masses gathered. The clinquant sunlight dropped in with its last rays, echoing from the hanging crystal. With each step, a strand of that blissful light caught your skin, lighting your figure in eloquence.
Your body grabbed a random partner, grabbing onto the hand and spinning into synchronized movements. All while you whispered and evaluated information. From partner to partner, you chose each with a sly smile, cunning smiles, and sharp twists of the tongue. All until your flow was shifted in a direction you had not set to spin. Pulled towards a male figure, eyes a violet hue hidden beneath his mask. The silver twist of ornate silver wrapped with gold and edges with jewels, oceanic and sunny colors that made the endless depths of his eyes stand out. His hair slicked back the frame of his face, accentuated without hair falling loosely around his face. Despite the regal attire, the snowy-white clothes dipped in purple outlines, supported by a shawl decorated by soft fur leaned over his shoulders, he was recognizable. For his stance held a god-like demeanor, his grin wicked and soulless as he dipped you back. His lips needn’t part to entrap your gaze or capture your mind.
Each step, every new beat, each new look, the two of you engrossed within each other's presence. Not from love or care, but to deceive the other, to play the right cards and extract information from the brain of the other. “So the 'deity' attends. To see you dressed in such a way, attending something so fancy… how oddly new.” His voice spun with surprise, but lacking the emphasis of the emotion became a mere mock. His lips, full and smirking, as you took a step to lead the patterned dance the two of you battled within.
“Ah so 'god' appears. How rare it is to see such a man dressed with care, no longer appearing to have dragged his feet from the depths of the sewers?” Your tone spiked within its compulsive nature. Spite and distaste slipping through your voice. A feigned shock supported by a mere click of your tongue. Fyodor’s lips parted with a chuckle guiding the dance over the floor, his grip pulling you close to his chest.
“It’s usual for God to appear within elegance once a blue moon. Each sad soul begging for redemption with the halls. Hidden by a mask, a sense of false hope and security to their entitled will. Human minds are so easy to pick.” Fyodor's tongue danced on each syllable, humming with an allure meant only for your ears. His tone gentle, but cruel, threatening, but calming. Each step, an etiquette of forgotten grace.
Your smile is folded into a sweet but bitter twist. “Every mortal below the intelligence of a god is bendable, expendable, usable, and pitiable. Who’s to say we are no different aside from our status? If another were to appear, would we fight to see which one is fit to the throne of the heavens? Who is the master, who is the puppet?” Fyodor’s eyes moved from cold embers of amethyst to an intrigued violet, a blooming flower of anticipation. His arms held onto you with a strength that would not give room for mistakes.
“This is all too much fun. Have you still no intention of becoming the deity at my side? Alone we crush the world, devastation benefit of a hundred-year war. Together we could deconstruct and rebuild.” Though his words were warmer than the sun, more tempting than living, the consequences never let you slip.
Though you were the same, you were not. His ideals, a twisted fantasy that could never come to be the truth of this world. A world devoid of all its ability users would be rather hypocritical. The nations simply needed… a push. A rule to connect them, rules and laws, status and wealth. Why get rid of something so beneficial? “Your world has no room for two. Though I suppose if you threw such silly thoughts away, you would have a place by my throne.” Both parties smiled, wicked humor twisting over their lips. Finding information in the smallest of syllables and reactions. The passive expressions having differences no other could detect and crack.
“Ah, so you massacre tonight. Are you sure you're not a deity of hell?” Fyodor’s lips did not fall from his grin. His eyes lowered, softening as your feet followed him further from the center of the room.
“So cruel, but you're a demon yourself. These masks covering the pathetic waists of human space, were you not also planning to kill them all, have them repent?” Fyodor lifted his lips, spread wide across his face in bliss as his hands tightened their hold about your waist.
“Perhaps we hold a truce for the night, my dear?” With a cruel placement of your arms over him, your head dipped in a silent yes.
Following his steps outside the halls of glimmering gold and silhouettes of the blind, with hand in hand, the two of you, demons to the people, but gods to each other and the followers, slipped from the confines of the walls. Your breaths synchronized in your own rhythm, hands moving to the other's mask, sliding it down to enjoy the view of the elaborate treat as the sounds of humble screaming began.
Beneath radiant moonlight, showered in silver, seemingly the focus of the night your bodies pressed close. Lips, known for the crude and snappy remarks snapping together. The sympathy of crackling flames, screaming, and guns, the melody of the last dance you share with the Russian. Moving along the grassy fields until the spiral of sirens progressed to the ending of the piece. Oh, how you’d have loved to hear the sound of his cello along the screams. “Until we meet again, little deity.”
Chuckling to his words, your movements pausing to return the dismissal. “Yes, until we meet again, God.” The sound of the address on the other's lips, a hiss of resentment. Though it was aimed to mock, both of you took the boost of ego before walking separate ways. Leaving your mark on the masquerade.
