"Quit following me!" "I was hired to follow you, princess, better get used to it." with Swiss or Dew or both? Adore your work, sending you so much love
This is very soft, very out of character SFW Dewdrop but, I have an itch to explore what an old, lonely, kind of miserable Dew looks like........
And I was thinking, how fun would it would be to do something with a character that was Secondo's daughter........ and then, I felt reeeealll stooopid 🫠
Dewdrop is not necessarily sneaky.
He's quiet, sure. Predatory, yes. He keeps a - relatively - healthy distance. He does his job well but, no. He is not sneaky. No, he follows you quite conspicuously. Lazing a trail, one foot over the other, with his hands in his pockets, glaring at all who deign to march too close, hissing at someone who offers even an unwanted breath in your direction.
Such is the life of Papa's child.
And you can appreciate the need for a little extra security now and then. Your father’s been gone - off on a sabbatical that, at your age, you want to know absolutely zero about. So, he usually leaves someone paid handsomely to look after you. Something, something the world is on fire. But it feels like that, with this security guard, there's nobody staying and burning with you. Or whatever it is Uncle Terzo said. There’s certainly no burning and yearning like Uncle Copia promised! Not with the doberman-coded, yellow-eyed fire ghoul tailing you 24/7. You could use a little bareback in disgrace now and again but, alas. Dewdrop, keeper and defender of you, is the ultimate cockblock.
And it really doesn’t help that you’re so into him it hurts. You pray, every day when he saunters up to you, that he’ll stop following you and start fucking you. Or, at the very least, he’ll catch some kind of ghoul flu and Rain will have to fill in. Dew radiates heat and power and you’re dying - you might actually be perishing - to tap into it. But again, if Dew’s not going to nut up… no one is. No one wants to run the risk of breaking your heart and then, as would be expected, face public execution at the hands of your father. If there is a greater clam dam than Dew, it is your last name; your father and your uncles. And your grandfather. And his girlfriend. So, you’ve been a lot horny and a lot lonely, haunting the halls (with your ghoulish shadow) of Emeritus Abbey.
And so, on this rainy, winter day, you find yourself in the same predicament as always: you roam the halls, nose stuck in a book (because if you can't get laid, you might as well read about how this chick and two vegetable priests are cracked) and, per custom, Dewdrop follows.
"You know." You turn around, staring at Dew, eyes narrowed. He stops, amber eyes on you, waiting patiently for you to continue. "I am an adult."
"You've been an adult for quite some time." He adds. His tail twitches but otherwise offers no smart remarks. He's cooled off in his old age.
"I could walk around my own home. Alone."
"You could." He says, nodding. You light up at the thought and then Dew smiles, "But you won't."
You turn and crack open your book, taking a step forward. You hear Dew's boot on the stone floor behind you. Your temper flares and you turn, "Just quit!" you growl, "Quit following me!"
He leans against the wall, folding his arms. You know the answer and he knows the answer. “I don’t get why all of the sudden I need security up the butt.” You hold up your hand, eyes closed in frustration. “Say fucking nothing.” When you open your eyes, Dew’s smirking but, silent as ordered. “Why, all of the sudden, when I’m practically middle-aged, do I need a bodyguard?"
Dew shrugs again and you’re sure that if he does it one more time, so nonchalant, that you’ll knock him out. “World’s crazy, sugarlump. Your Pop just wants to make sure you’re safe, when he can’t keep an eye on you.”
I heave a great and heavy sigh and then turn, cracking my book back open and returning to the well worn path I’ve woven through the abbey. You’d think that, being the only child, only daughter, only heir of the entire Emeritus clan that you’d be up to your ankles in balls-deep, gut rearranging joy. But, alas. Turns out that, when Papa Secondo is your papa, it would be like pulling pubes to get someone to nut up and crack you a good one. Who knew that you, Littlest Emeritus, Satan’s strongest soldier, would be rich in magic and poor of dick.
A few days later, your dad is home and you’re eating breakfast in the little nook in his private quarters. You poke around your bowl of Fruit Loops, nursing a cup of coffee and wallowing in melodramatics. Secondo doesn’t look away from his newspaper; still in his bathrobe and clearly, painfully hungover. “What is wrong?” he asks.
“I’m fine.”
“I did not raise you to be a liar.”
“I don’t know why,” you grumble, dropping your spoon into the bowl; milk splashes everywhere and Secondo gives a grunt of disapproval. “I don’t understand why on Satan’s black brimstone, I have to have security?”
“Because I don’t want you wandering around the city without protection, tesoro.” Secondo takes a long sip of his coffee and looks over the top of his sunglasses. “Is Omega giving you troubles? I will have Alpha speak to him; he is supposed to drive you, take you out. No funny business.”
“What? Omega? No, it’s not Omega. It’s Dew, he’s up my ass.” You hold up your hand, again. “Say nothing.” Secondo nods and grunts but, still he stares, eyebrow arched. “It’s a little over-kill, dad. I can walk around my own home unencumbered. I mean, we’ve got ghouls at the public entrance. It’s not like someone is going to get in that isn’t supposed to be here. I don’t need a ghoul to take me to the shitter let alone being the world’s worst cockblock.”
Secondo flicks his newspaper straight and goes back to his article. “First of all, do not say “shitter” and really, I am begging you, not to say “cockblock” to me.”
“Uncle Cope does. Terzo has been calling me his little cockblock since I was born?”
“Uncle Cope is crass. Terzo is an idiot. Second, I did not ask Dewdrop to do that. I asked Alpha and Omega to make sure someone went with you when you go out. That is all.”
“Oh, I am going to kill him.” You’re gone, leaving a cloud of rage behind you.
Secondo pours himself another fill of coffee and sighs, “Goodbye, papa. Have a good day, papa. I love you so much papa. I have missed you dearly, all these long months with out, papa.”
You stomp over to Copia’s office and practically kick the door off its hinges. He’s not at his desk and so, you powerslam into his bedroom. He screams. You scream. Phantom screams. “I am balls deep!” Copia shouts, desperately trying to cover himself up while he is - truly - balls deep in Phantom. “What do you want?”
“Where’s Dew!? I have to kill him.”
Copia’s eyes go wide, “Oh, I am going to kill you for interrupting me for that!” You manage to duck the fancy, italian shoe that goes sailing past your head. “Get out of here before I castrate you!”
“I don’t even have testicles!” You holler, shutting the doors behind you. You turn and harrumph, folding your arms. You’re still pissed but seeing your Uncle’s hairy ass, in all its morning glory, is sobering.
“He’s in the greenhouse, you little shit!” Copia calls and Phantom cackles.
You stomp down to the foyer and send out a string of curses to find that it’s raining. Hard. Still, you’re Secondo’s daughter and you’re going to see this rage through. You grab an umbrella and continue your stomping. Halfway there, you realize you should have put on a coat. It’s February, after all, and it’s not really an enjoyable sort of month to be outside, anyway; let alone when it’s raining like a bitch. “I thought you were with your dad. You’re not supposed to be out here on your own.”
You turn slowly and find the object of your aggressions. He’s wearing a too big, wool trench coat that’s soaked with rain and steaming from the heat he gives off. “First of all, you can suck a dick.’
“Would love to.” He grins, canines flashing.
“Second, I talked to my dad this morning.” You’re delighted to see that shit-eating grin wiped off of Dew’s face. “And the jig is up, buttmunch.” The only noise is in the rain and the wind. Dewdrop stares at you and you stare at him and suddenly, you feel a little stupid for being so angry. “What gives?” Dew sighs, his breath coming out unnaturally hot. He stares at the sky, grimacing, and then turns and leaves. Shivering, you watch him go, and then scoff. “Now wait a damn minute!” You are at his side in a second, grabbing his arm and spinning him around. He makes no effort to resist. “Explain!” You stomp your foot and whine. “Now!”
“You are an Emeritus, that’s for sure.” Dew cups your jaw, too hot thumb caressing your cold cheek. He gives you a soft smile. His eyes are warm and happy and he’s looking at you like you’re the greatest thing he’s ever seen.
Your stomach drops out your asshole. “Dew?”
“I’m in love with you.”
You stare at Dewdrop the Fire Ghoul and then, in a fit of panic, blow a giant raspberry that evolves into a maniacal cackle. Dewdrop says nothing, mouth set in a firm and - for the first time in a millennia - silent line. He waits for you to collect yourself; to uncross the wires in your brain and your heart and your lady bits. When you straighten back up, he wipes the tears of laughter from your cheeks. “That’s funny.” You smile at him. “Now really, tell me why.”
“I don’t know how else to say it.” Dew says. Suddenly, he looks sad. Forlorn. “I’m in love with you. Have been.” His breath comes out in a trembling exhale. He reaches out and runs a finger down the back of your hand. “That’s all.”
You stare at him, your heart pounding in your chest, getting soaked with icy rain despite the umbrella and you realize, he’s not kidding. You sniffle, the cold making your nose run. “That’s all? Why are you telling me this… now?!” Dew shakes his head and stares at your shoes. “Dewdrop?”
“Because I don’t deserve you.”
“That’s not true.”
“Because I’m a cranky, old, fire ghoul and I’m tired and miserable most of the time and you’re… you?” You’re you.”
You grin. “Beautiful and perfect and funny and nice?”
Dewdrop narrows his eyes. “You sure you aren’t Terzo’s kid?”
You shake your head and take Dew’s hand, leading him to the round, covered pavilion that houses an alabaster statue of Lucifer (and some of Uncle Primo’s more tender, sun-averted containers of plants, now just brown and iced over). You close your umbrella and set it to the side. Dewdrop sits on the little bench in front of his father and you sit with your back to it, staring at Dewdrop, your shoulder against his. “Secondo’s been gone for months.”
“It’s been a good few months, being close to you.”
“You could have said something.”
“Why ruin it.”
You stare out at Primo’s garden - barely green, mostly brown and cold and muddy - and wonder how to navigate this new path that’s being paved. You’d like to blow him, right here, right now but, something tells you this is far more than chasing tail and scratching itches. Dew says nothing, has no smart remark, and it’s unnerving. You stare at him, he stares at Lucifer. “Take off your mask.”
“We don’t have to do this, ember.”
“We do.” There’s a pulse of heat that’s heated with frustration but Dew takes off his mask. You grin, heart pounding against your sternum like Mountain’s playing it at a show. Dew’s lovely like this. He could daylight as an angel, all that long, blonde hair and ivory skin and blue eyes. He turns the mask over in his hands so that it’s staring back up at him. You rest your chin on his shoulder, waiting for him to talk. When he doesn’t, you scoot your body close, still hooked on his shoulder. “What are you thinking?”
“Thinking that I might be one of the oldest, most powerful ghouls in the church and I’m still a total, fucking idiot. That I'm a little miserable and pissy and lonely. And that you’ve been dripping with sex for months and I’m following you like a cat in heat. I can actually feel a heat coming on and I haven’t had that in decades. You’re walking around like sex on a stick - a stick that I cannot touch - reading those books that make you smell so fucking good and… well, fuck me.” He runs a hand through his hair. “I thank Satan everyday that you grew up far, far away from here.”
“That’d be pretty icky, wouldn’t it… Jacob and Renesmee coded.”
Dew cringes and shakes his head. “I am not Jacob Black.”
“You’d rather be Edward?”
“I’d rather jump off a bridge, at this point.”
It’s quiet, again. You stare down at Dew’s hand, admiring what half a century of guitarwork can do to a guy’s appendages: strong, sinewy, calloused fingers. Your pinky inches its way towards his, crossing over it in an attempt to make any sort of contact. “Dew?”
“Yeah, babe.”
“If we’re done talking about it, can you go ahead and kiss me now?” He snorts and nods but doesn't look at you; he just leans over and presses his temple against your forehead. “Would it help if I said I want you to?” He swallows nervously but nods again. “Would it help to know that,” you sit up and scooch as close as you can to Dew. He turns a bit, finally staring at you. “Would it help to know that while you’ve been wildly, miserably annoying that you have also been.” You laugh and bump your nose against Dew’s, “I hate you for not saying anything.”
“Darlin’,” Dew sighs, lip trembling. “I’m saying it now.”
All you can hear is the roar of blood in your ears. Dew’s eyes are closed when you brush your lips against his. He doesn’t move. He doesn’t breathe. You wonder if he actually wants this. “Dew?” You whisper.
“Don’t stop.”
“You sure?” You snort out a giggle. “You look… like you’re pooping.”
Dew’s mouth is on yours in a second. His hands on your face, holding you tight against him. The jolt of heat is surprising but welcome against the cold, damp air. You tangle your fingers in his hair. He whimpers against your mouth. You need more. You wrap your arms around his shoulders and his hot hands find their way under your sweater. A near-nauseating wave of relief washes over you, finally having Dew’s skin on yours. You’d like a little more than fingers. Well, you’d take fingers at this point but… Dew groans, hands still on your face, pressing his forehead against yours. “I’m,” he clears his throat, swallowing. “I’m gonna be real honest here, baby. I’m about to blow a load in my pants. I’m sorry - I… this is so much and I’ve wanted it and,” He quiets and the rest comes out in a shaking exhale.
You laugh, pulling yourself away from Dewdrop and standing up. Dew goes pale and you just smile, opening up your umbrella and stepping onto the stairs, back out into the rain. When you turn back to him, his eyes are wide and he’s staring at you like you have his world on a string… and scissors in the other hand. “Well, Dewdrop.” You sigh, dramatically. “I’m heading inside.” He’s so still you wonder if he’s having a stroke or blowing that load. “Are you following or what?” Dew’s mask clatters to the ground and he’s over the bench and next to you in a second. “Stay close this time. No more trailing behind.”
Dew puts an arm around you and kisses your cheek. “How else can I stare at your ass?”
HI! I’m new to requesting so I’m sorry if this sounds weird
Could you do sodo with an s/o who’s all cutesy and soft? Like they look like complete opposites yet they’re inseparable and everyone around them is so confused on how this even happened lmfao
Pure fluff though!
Thanks!<3
Anon I realise I am so so late with your request I’m sorry about that, I truly am. If you’re still waiting for it then sorry for the wait but here it is, happy (early) new year folks!
•°. *࿐ Opposites attract
ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : Cheri Cheri Lady - Modern Talking
Sodo x fem!ghoulette!Reader
Synopsis: The fellow ghouls and ghoulettes have come to realise why you and Sodo fit so well together even though you’re opposites.
Word count: 992
Masterlist
Whenever fellow ghouls and ghoulettes see the two of you together, a certain question pops up in their minds. How the actual fuck are you two a couple? Sodo… is well Sodo. Grumpy, sometimes a bit mean, doesn’t give a flying fuck, and on top of that has a short temper. And then you have you, a gentle soul, always smiling, and willing to set aside your own needs to tend to others’ needs. There have been multiple occasions where they have approached you to ask how you even ended up with Sodo and tolerated his fiery personality. You would always wave them off and laugh, telling them it’s a story for another time.
Currently Swiss is pissing off Sodo. He’s already curing a headache and Swiss’ teasing is not helping. “Come on man! Tell us already! It’s been at least a year since you’ve hooked up-” Sodo glares at him and interrupts him, “not hooking up. We are dating, there’s a difference.” Swiss laughs, “fine. It’s been at least a year since you started dating and we still don’t know how that happened. Can’t you tell us by now?” Sodo can feel his patience, which is already quite small, slipping. He closes his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose. “Swiss I swear on Satan, drop it. I’m not in the mood for your questions.” Rain chuckles, “he does have a point Sodo. It has been a year and you still haven’t told us.” Sodo sighs, done with this conversation. “If you’re so curious why don’t you ask (Y/n)? I’m sure she would love to tell you.” He says curtly. This time Phantom cuts in, “we have tried! She won’t tell us either! Saying it’ll be a story for a later time.” Sodo groans, wishing they’d just drop it. “Guys really. Shut up. I’ll tell you next time.” Mountain raises an eyebrow, “and when is next time?” Sodo feels every fiber in his being snap. He stands up abruptly and waves his arms around angrily, “JUST SHUT UP!” He laughs a bit maniacally, “I’m going to kill the next fucking person I see. I swear to Satan!” The room turns silent after his outburst. They stare at him with wide eyes. They didn’t think he’d snap like this at them, yet again it’s Sodo. He has a lot of anger in him. He opens his mouth to insult them some more when suddenly an all-familiar voice rings throughout the room.
“Hi!! Hello Sodo! I’m so happy to see you! I’ve been looking everywhere for you!” His whole body freezes at your voice. You do sound very happy to see him. The whole room bursts into laughter as you look on with confusion and Sodo looking very sheepish. He whips around and gives you an awkward smile. “Hey! Hey, oh my Satan! Oh my Satan… what’s going on? Did you need something?” You grin at him, “yeah! I knitted you a sweater. I wanted you to try it on! See if it fits and if you like it!” He sighs but continues smiling, finding your antics cute. “Okay, come here then.” You skip happily over to him and hand it to him. You hand it over enthusiastically and he pulls it over his head. You give him a good one over, slightly checking him out in the meantime. You smile happily, “it’s perfect! Don’t you think so?” He chuckles, “yes it’s perfect, my ember.” Suddenly an impulsive thought runs through your mind.
“Wow!! I’m so happy to see you, Sodo!” Before he can retort and say something endearing in return he sees you reaching your hands out to his face and squishing his cheeks. “Wababababa babaab- ahhh~” You let out silly sounds with a smile reaching your eyes. The whole room has their jaw dropped to the floor. If any of them tried to do that to Sodo they would be met with a solid punch to the gut. But here they are, watching Sodo smile happily back at you while you’re squishing his cheeks, both of your tails swishing around happily. Eventually, you stop your activity and return your hands to your side. You notice the other ghouls staring at you two with a dumbfounded look. Swiss is the first to speak up, “okay. Now we really need to know. How the fuck did this,” he motions to you both, “happen.” You laugh, “I did this,” you say while making squishing gestures with your hands, “when he was upset. Then we found out we’re mates, now we’re inseparable. Where he goes I follow and vice versa.” Their jaws drop again. Sodo smirks and shakes his head. You have the fireball wrapped around your finger. “I don’t mind it.” He says, mainly directed to you.
Phantom walks up to Sodo with a smirk, hands outreached. He notices and glares at him, “try it and I’ll punt you back to hell.” Phantom freezes as his tail drops. He puts his hands up, “fine fine! Clearly, you only don't mind when she’s the one doing it.” Sodo rolls his eyes, “obviously.” You burst out in laughter at his defensiveness. He turns to look at you and can’t help but break out in a smile. Yeah, he really is wrapped around your finger. He can’t help but smile when you are happy. The happy signals you bring over the bond will forever keep him happy. It lets him know that you’re okay and it brings him relief. Once your laughter dies down you look at them all, “now you know how this happened between us. So please stop bugging Sodo about it, for your own good.” You chuckle. He groans at your words but knows it’s true. Every time they brought it up it annoyed him to no end. Just because you're polar opposites, it doesn’t mean it can’t happen. If there’s a spark, the bond will find its way eventually.
I HAVE MANY THOUGHTS ABOUT THIS!!!!!!!!! It kind of turned into a "what Dew is like when he's horny" thing but it gets the point across hehe
WARNING: nsfw under the cut, 18+ only please!!
Dewdrop
Once this ghoul has his sights set on you, practically everything turns him on so be careful.
(That's not to say he can't control himself. He's a grown man/ghoul and is capable of restraining himself)
But every little movement you make is the most attractive thing he's ever seen.
Not to mention your scent. Sweet Satan, your scent is intoxicating to him
(Absolutely has hugged you and then gone to his room to jerk off to your scent still clinging to his shirt)
If you don't previously know each other, you'll suddenly find yourself running into him everywhere in the Abbey
If you do know each other by the time he realizes his attraction to you, he'll hang around you a lot more.
The little touches you give him drive him insane. It doesn't matter if they're on completely innocent places, because your hand on his shoulder is now the most erotic thing he's ever felt
Touch him more please. He's touch starved.
If you're naturally a more affectionate person, be prepared for him to fully take advantage of it
Each little touch leaves him painfully hard in his pants but he doesn't want you to stop touching him ever.
DEW PURRS WHEN HE'S CONTENT CHANGE MY MIND
But he also purrs when he's turned on
Scratching his scalp makes him purr like an engine. But is he happy or horny? Or both? You'll never know.
Touch his horns and he'll cum in his pants immediately.
Touch his horns if you want him to jump your bones and take you like a man starved.
Touch his horns if you want to make him squirm as you have your way with him.
TOUCH HIS HORNS.
If you're a fan of the slow game, lay your hand on his thigh as you sit beside one another. But don't move it up
Dew will try and rut his hips into your hand
If you find yourself across the room from him, make eye contact with him and size him up. It makes his whole body so hot
I like to think the base of his tail is really sensitive too
If the two of you are cuddling, run your fingers along the base of his tail if you want him to be soft and sensual with you
But touch his horns if you want more of an animalistic, desperate affair.
Kiss over his neck where his gills used to be. The marks there are also really sensitive.
Dew is just touch starved in general. Touch the poor ghoul. It doesn't matter where. TOUCH HIM.
Fic Pairing: Dewdrop/Fire Ghoul X Angel!Reader (gn)
Wordcount: 2.8k
Summary: Mary is going through it and the lore unfolds more and more- Aiming to what's about to come.
Warnings: (as mentioned above- Mary is having a moment and knows how to provoke) depiction of self-inflicted wounds
GIFsource: X by @oldonemaster
A/N: I came across a reel on instagram that made me go back to this unfinished chapter: "Do you leave projects unfinished because you rather have it undone, than imperfect?"
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It’s the middle of the night and rather quiet than you’d expect during summer. Something shifted, changed, just a few hours ago. A tension that had been in the air for months, is now at ease.
A fire-ghoul and a fallen angel, dreaming side by side in the middle of a torn and almost forgotten chapel in the woods. A bed of moss under their naked figures, with blooming tulips and daisies -black and white in color, expanding further and further around them.
How they had lost and found another, remembered again; All ‘solved’ by a kiss of true love.
That should be enough, shouldn’t it? Even though it is not all that the fallen angel has to remember and solve; But it is for Mary.
The echo of shattering glass sounds even more brutal, as it pierces through the quiet and ease of night. The chapel right next to the abbey-building has a new and rather brutal opening now. The window is at the end of the chapel and shows a picture of Hell and Heaven in their constant fight: Torn open, burning earth below, a red lighting striking from within the flames, up into the white cloudy sky, while angels come down from Heaven.
Under the window, is an altar with a satanic cross made of silver. Candles, dried herbs and flowers at its stand- One undead standing right in front of it.
“I DID WHAT YOU ASKED!” screams Mary at the altar. Partly dried blood around their neck from a cut that disappeared shortly after Mary had sliced it.
Nothing. No response. Not enough, for Mary.
They step onto the altar and kick the cross to the ground. “ANSWER ME!”
Still nothing. No answer. How unsatisfying. And although they know it won’t do anything to themselves, they take the switchblade from their back-pocket once more; Blood from earlier still sticking to it, as they spill new on it.
“Get out of hiding--!” they hiss- spit with gritted teeth, and slash the blade along the inside of their arms “I know you can hear me-!” blood splashing and spilling and- stopping. The cuts are gone.
The knife falls to the ground, rather dull, with all the blood sticking and dropping from it.
The undead falls on their knees, cowering together, their voice, exhausted and little “I did everything I was supposed to do. Just let me leave…” before a sudden sleep falls upon them.
“You really want to die like this?” speaks a voice in their dream. Mary knows immediately- Finally. “Now? Without seeing them again, after they remembered?”
No. Mary cannot bring themselves to say it but they don’t have to.
“I gave you immortality on earth and you don’t want it anymore after a few decades? Such a long life ahead, and you have already become cold like the corpse you pretend to be.”
“I did what I promised. Let me leave, Satan, please. I’m ready for my end.”
“This not the end, Mary Goore.” a hand tenderly lifting the undeads chin “Or shall I say Jakobsson? Hm? No. This is only a beginning.”
“Beginning!” mocks Mary with an ugly chuckle. “I thought You are the beginning and the end.”
“I am not. I am just one of many. Did you not know?” the hand lets go of them. “Oh well- I suppose that is the cruelty of humankind- history- existence: Forgetting. Oblivion. All who came before me. All who are before and will still be, just as me; Forgotten, to a part and eventually- Gone in what is remembered of existence… Cruel, is it not? To exist and be forgotten. Am I, if others don’t remember me? If they don’t believe in me?”
“You think I believe in you?”
“You are the one who begs me for death.”
The undead regrets their words. “What do you want from me? They are together again, what else do you want from me?”
“Not every beginning has an ending, Mary.”
“What does that mean?”
“Existence. All is nothing without all. Without everything, in nothing.” The undead stays silent, confused. “Anyone who believes they are something has ceased to become something.” Satan recalls. “Gods ceased to become something else, the moment they felt what they could be- what they are. Arrogance I can not deny for myself.” Don’t we all want to be something-? If we don’t have the choice to be brought into existence, shall we not have the choice of what we want to be?
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Hello dear follower of this tale. I suppose I owe you a little more to explain and understand. Or maybe I just hope you will understand me -the one you worship, better with what I will show you now and won’t judge my decisions too harshly. In the end, the loneliness catches all of us, while we try to run and escape from the mistakes we were burdened with. In the beginning, we are all just just a child- born with no explanation into a world that has already begun far far before us.
‘In the Beginning’ as it is passed on, never was the beginning. Existence is a tree. Branches growing, roots spreading, further and further in time and nothingness. With us, as its fruits. It’s children.
This existence- Humankind passed on, that it once was without any evil, not even death. Existing on earth, while the gods existed on their own -well aware and owning of evil and might.
Twelve great ones have done and endured evil just as good. Some of them more, some less. But none of them untouched. Like humankind. Even gods can be harmed and hurt, very badly, if one dares so.
Over time, one did. Blood of gods and titans, merged by force and born in a child. Prometheus, born of harm- Harming the gods as well, by stealing the element of fire and bringing it from the Olympus, down to the realm of humankind.
A treason, Zeus -the father of all gods, did not leave without punishment. He commanded Hephaistos -the god of fire, blacksmith and Vulcan's, with that punishment. With clay and water, a human body was formed; But not without gifts from the other gods.
Aphrodite gave it the pure beauty of a woman. Athene draped her in flowers. Hermes gave her the most enchanting voice, along with the name of what she was: the all-gifted, Pandora.
Just born. Just brought into existence with a body of beauty and feeling it decay and die, every moment passing by. Cruelty in miracle.
Pandora was brought to Epimetheus, the brother of Prometheus. A beautiful woman out of nowhere, with a mysterious box in her hands, that she’d not let go off. Epimetheus was enchanted by her the moment he saw her. His brother Prometheus warned him, to not take gifts from the gods. Epimetheus heard his brothers warnings, but he couldn’t stop himself from falling for her. Couldn’t deny her beauty, her kindness, her voice, her tenderness and her diligence, with which she held onto and protected the box that should never be opened -as in her words.
They married. Loved another. Had a daughter, Pyrrha. Trusted another. Pandora trusted Epimetheus and believed with all naivety of a first life, that he would never betray her. But he did. The curiosity of mankind: What is hidden inside the box that should never be opened to the world? What gift, did the gods burden Pandora with?
Epimetheus had thought Pandora would be enough. Having her next at his dining table and in his bed; Having the love of the most beautiful and genuine woman- Living in her heart-! He thought it would be enough. But he couldn’t let go. He had taken a gift from the gods -Pandora, and had stayed unharmed although Prometheus had warned him. In fact, because of this gift Epimetheus had become the most blissful man he knew! So what else should be there to fear? How could opening a little box, hurt him? What beauty or even greatness must be inside, the gods didn’t want him to have? Something even greater, than Pandora-?
He opened it. He opened it and received the last gift. All evil, pests and vices escaped the box- taking the first it was met with -Epimetheus, before spreading over the whole world and humankind.
Am I this child? Am I Pandora? Am I even a child if I am? If I was made of clay and punishment-? Or am I Pyrrha? Am I Pandoras daughter? Am I my mothers mistakes? Did my mother die from a broken heart and I buried my parents in the same box with which she was brought down from the gods?
Or did I bury my child? Did I put her and my husbands bones into the box and walked the earth, in hope to find all evil and hold them again inside the box they were meant to rest in?
Did I walk on earth -through time and history, carrying the box always close to my heart, with all that remained of what I loved? What I hoped to bring back again?
That is what was left, isn’t it? It has been told through history, that all evil escaped, except for one. Hope had remained, as the most cruel of evil. Continuing with nothing but pain, through all endless misery, just because there is hope for good and better to be, no matter how small it shall be.
But even with all evil spread in the world, the humans adapted. They continued their lifes. Continued to love and fight. To sow crops. To hunt. To craft. To burn. To kill. To conquer.
Egos, rising atop, as it has always been. Not enough is anything for them. No god to fear, if you don’t believe in one.
Mankind lost to fear what was above them. Abandoned any believe- And the gods felt it. They felt so brittle, so anxious, so little.
What shall not fear, shall not believe.
What shall not believe, shall not serve.
What shall not believe, shall not remember-; One shall not, exist.
Over all passing of time, so many catastrophes happened on earth. Changed the landscape, history and believes. What was before was forgotten or reborn. A cleansing was the only possibility for the gods. Otherwise, they would die. together, they brought the greatest flood to be. It washed over earth, it cleansed from those you not believed.
Those who were lucky enough fled to the highest mountain. Those who had been still fearful of the gods, had build ships. With one of them, having the greatest ships, saving so so many.
You may call him Noah or Deukalion- It doesn’t matter now, that he is what he is. What he has been for so so long; Once he was just a man. A god-fearing man, who sailed to a place -hope in his heart, to start anew.
In the end, we are all believers in one thing still: Being alone.
May we search for others or run away from them- We fear it. Every soul fears it, no matter how much it convinces themselves to feel otherwise. Deep inside us we know, that we are not meant to be alone. That one heart is only half complete- Perfect only, with another.
How much can one endure? How much will one endure-? Do we even have a choice-? Why am I even asking, I know we don’t. None of us has- This runs long as time--
Every life… A soul, another fruit growing on the ever-being tree -so many names it has- every culture giving it its own name…
We live, we grow, we die, we fall from the branch, fall at the trunk- we decay and nurture the roots- nurture the next fruits, the next lives to grow with all of our souls, again and again and again…
… Am I her? Am I mother or her daughter? If I try to think of any of them, all I see is me. Only me, and that tree. Sitting at its trunk, surrounded by the richest garden. Every plant, every animal- even the smallest little fly…
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“Awake.” the words graze at Marys ear- They jump up in such a hurry that they stumble down the two stairs, leading to the altar.
“FUCK-!” yelps the undead in pain. “Aaargh—”
“Don’t waste my time even more, Mary, now that I came here.”
She’s here-? Mary looks up and- there-! Frightening, proud, ever in a beautiful human form. Satan stands at the very altar that honors her. The undead blinks a few times. A part of them still wonders if she is really here.
“It really made you feel powerful, when you shattered a part of this-” she scoffs. Her gaze turning to the torn glass in the window behind her.
“It brought you here, didn’t it?”
Within the next moment, Mary flies through the room- Their back hitting the big metal engraved doors of the chapel; Satans voice hissing of them “Know your place, Mary, or you will-”
“I’m not afraid of dying.” they interrupt Satan with a choking laugh. Coughing against the cold stone they had fallen to.
“Oh Mary, I know you’re not afraid of dying.” almost sings Satan, soft and sweet, as her hand wraps tight around Marys neck- Pulling the undead back on their feet; Forcing them to look at her, smiling so sweet. “I know what you are really afraid of. Even more now, rather than meeting your old friend again.” she leans at Marys ear “And believe me, this kind of forever is worse than anything.” Mary doesn’t move a muscle, but they feel a cold, cold, threatening shiver running through their body. “I take that as, that you are listening, are you? Nod if you do.” The undead nods. “Very well.”
Satan lets go of them and turns around; One finger lifted- signalizing them, to follow her. They do. Both step back to the big window with that artistic metaphor of Heaven and Hell.
“I’m sorry I broke that window…”
“You should be.” Satans hand reaches out to the red lighting striking into the clouds that symbolize Heaven. Her eyes changing- Worry, even fear to spot in them. “It delivers one of the soon happening prophecies.”
The undeads head snaps around- stumbles back to take another -now actual look, at the scene of the window: The torn open earth, with the red lighting striking into the clouds in the sky, with angels coming down to earth.
“This will happen?” their words so quiet, so hesitant.
“When the lovers will be where it started, the next step in history will be made.”
“The lov-” Dewdrop and Angel?? Wait-! “This-!” Mary points at the windows “This will happen-?! More angels will come from Heaven??”
“They won’t fall.” Satan steps back, her eyes glued to the angels. “They will try to take what God wants back. What he needs.”
“Angel.”
She nods. “It must happen.”
“What?! Why!”
“This.” she points at the window earnest, urging “This must happen! Everything else, is dependent on you.”
W- Why- Whait-- “So the outcome can be- Angel not being taken back to Heaven-?”
“If you manage. But you must be prepared.”
“And how???”
“They must consume the blood of Eve and Lilith.”
Mary blinks perplex “And where the fuck is that supposed to be?!”
“At the roots of the tree of paradise- Avalon- Eden-Yggdrasil, whatever you may call it… It’s all the same.”
This cannot be. This can not be.
“No! No no no no no!” Mary cowers down- Face hidden behind their face “This is not real. No no no— ”
“It is as real as me. As you and the cuts in your skin, healing within a moment.”
Mary chuckles. Their breath hasty, shaky- A laugh growing with every breath, which eventually gets choked quiet by tears.
A soothing hand gets placed on their shoulder. So warm- Comforting. “Mary-”
“I just wanted to be a big Rockstar and play on the biggest stages in the world.” they mumble, rather to themselves “And where did that bring me?”
“We all wanted to be something once.” soothes Satan “Had hoped- still do.”I just wanted to be loved. I didn’t to be alone anymore.
“What is even left to hope?” they ask and look up to Satan, but she is gone. The chapel, empty again. “Shit—”
Marys head feels like it is about to crack. Their thoughts rushing and rushing all over the place. They wish they would have attempted to call Satan to appear; How are they supposed to solve all this? What does it mean, that Angel wasn’t forced to leave Heaven- That God even wants them back! Or how are they supposed to find the Garden of Eden? Eves and Liliths blood? What did they bleed for? How shall there be even just one drop left, after thousands of years?
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I still see his face. It used to be rare, but now that we come closer to what was meant to happen for years and years- It’s so vivid. His voice haunts my dreams-; I must admit, when I feel lonely, I remember his words and believe them. That what was done to me was cruel. That the gods should pay for it. That he loved me. That it was all for me…
Am I her? Am I my mother, or a daughter burdened with the same mistakes? All I see is me- When I think of the mother and her daughter. All I see is me.
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A/N: I guess, it has been a while since uploading. I honestly didn't think a whole year would pass. In fact, like 70% of this chapter was sitting in my docs for way too many months. I just didn't know how far and where to go. There is much more lore to unfold, but it felt too much to write all of it now.
It's a rather short chapter and our protagonists are only mentioned. I hope it was still fun and interesting.
I had a lot of fun with Satans part and her lore. There is still more to tell for her.
As for me, it's good to have some distance to this blog. I needed that and still do. I'm not completely inactive on Tumblr and I won't shut this blog down, but there is still so much that I need to focus on outside here. I'm still trying to find a solution for all this.
I can't get this reel out of my head (which is no nowhere to be found now...) "Do you leave projects unfinished because you rather have it undone, than imperfect?" is something I'm struggling a lot with regarding my writing and specifically this blog. Or this fic--
I want to write on this one, but also get back at my original stuff. All while finally fully arriving in adult-life and adapting to it.
I know I'm distant, even with the A/N. I'm really sorry. I want to figure this out and find a solution for me and this blog, my fics and my writing. Because I just can't leave it as this. Writing is a part of me- I've done it since I could hold a pencil. I wrote letters without knowing what they meant and then said what it told- And before that I was drawing and coloring all the fucking day- making up stories in my head…
Oh dear reader, I am glad you are still around. Thank you for that. I really do appreciate it! <3
I hope you had some wonderful holidays and will have a happy new year.
hello, could you please write an overwhelmed and exhausted autistic reader x Sodo? I've been having a really hard week and I could use some Sodo content 🥺
Thank you 🖤
Hi anon! I hope you’re doing okay and can relax a bit this weekend. Hopefully this is what you’re after! <3
Sorry it took a little while and it’s short, but I hope you enjoy it though!
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Let Me Hold You.
Autistic!Reader x Sodo Ghoul.
Warnings: Description of being overwhelmed, exhaustion.
Shakily, you stand up from the sofa in common room, your hands covering your ears. Swiss and Cirrus had been yelling back and forth at each other for a while now, it was getting way too much for you; you could gradually feel yourself getting more and more overwhelmed. You run out of the door, heading straight for your room. Suddenly, you run into something, almost sending you tumbling to the ground.
“Hey, woah. What’s the rush, Y/N?”
You look up to see Sodo, his face displaying a look of concern. You feel him place his hand softly on your shoulder, seemingly worried about you. His gentle touch just sent you over the edge and you feel tears you’ve been holding back spill over, as you let out a sob. At first, Sodo seems confused, but wraps his arms around you and pulls you into a tight hug. Burying your face into his shoulder, you start sobbing, unable to control it anymore.
“Talk to me, doll. I’m right here, I’ve got you.” He murmurs, his voice soft.
You shake your head as you let out another sob, burying yourself further into his embrace.
“Okay, alright. I’ve got you. You’re okay.” He reassures, soothingly rubbing your back as he holds you close to him. It doesn’t take too long for you to calm down, and when you do, you look up at him with tears still in your eyes. Sodo gently brings his hands up to your face, wiping your tears softly with his thumbs.
“You want to go lay down, doll? You look exhausted.” He asks, looking at you with sweet eyes.
You nod in response, sniffling slightly. He smiles, taking his arms from around you and holding out his hand. You look at him, a small smile on your face as you take his hand, as he begins to walk you to his room.
“Sodo… I’m sorry…” You mumble, squeezing his hand as you walk.
“Hey, you don’t need to apologise. You did nothing wrong, okay?” He reassures you, finally arriving at his door.
The fire ghoul looks down at you with a smile as he opens the door, letting you in first.
Walking in, you go and sit down on his bed, looking at him with wide eyes. He closes the door and moves to the other side of the bed and lays down, holding his arms out to you. Warily, you lay down next to him, shuffling closer as you rest his head on his chest.
“That’s it, c’mere.” He mumbles as he wraps his arms around you, planting a soft kiss against your forehead. You feel yourself grow warmer as you cuddle into him; something you know he’s doing to comfort you. Sodo starts gently running his fingers through your hair, humming quietly to soothe you.
You let out a small yawn and nuzzle closer to him, bringing your hand up to rest on his chest as you start playing with the ends of his long hair. He looks down at you, a comforting smile on his face.
“You can fall asleep, doll. I’ll be here when you wake up, okay?” He says, continuing to run his fingers through your hair. You look up at him, your eyes half-lidded and sleepy.
“Promise you’ll be here?” You mumble, still playing with his hair.
“I promise, doll.” Sodo smiles, pulling you in closer to him.
You snuggle back closer to him, nuzzling your face into his neck as you let out another yawn. Chuckling quietly, he starts tracing shapes on your hip as he keeps you close. It’s not much longer before you fall asleep, letting out sweet, quiet snores.
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thank you Sara <3
I love this self indulgent shit so much :3
My commissions are not really open yet, but if you guys are interested let me know in the comments, so i know if i should open them for the christmas time :)
WARNINGS: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, 18+, MDNI, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie but it's not really mentioned, Soft! Dew, Dew gives you a massage after a long day of work and both of you are more horny than anticipated.
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You loved everything about working in the garden; it was always peaceful and quiet, you got to spend as much of the time outdoors or in Primo's greenhouse as you liked, and you always had the first pick of any produce you wanted. The only drawback was just how much your muscles would ache after a long day of harvesting, being stooped over bushes for hours on end was definitely not kind to your back. Luckily, your boyfriend was a Fire Ghoul, which meant nice warm hands to aid in working out the stiffness in your muscles. You fell face first into bed with a groan, the smell of cigarette smoke and the spice of Dew's cologne filled your nose. "Long day, huh?" You hear him already rummaging around in his nightstand drawer for the massage oil he always had on hand.
"I swear, one of these days I'm just going to say fuck it and burn up all the flowerbeds." Dew chuckles at your annoyed response.
"Bug, you know if anything happened to those plants you would be beside yourself." He retorts.
"You might be right," you sigh.
"What hurts today, baby?" He asks gently, resting his hand in between your shoulder blades. You could already feel the warmth of his palm seeping through your clothes and into your tired muscles.
"Everything." You grumble.
"Well let's get you undressed then." He helps you up, pulling your shirt over your head, pulling you in for a brief hug against his bare upper torso. The frigid metal of his piercings causes you to squeal. He places a few gentle kisses to your neck, you let out a pleased hum. His long, nibble fingers easily undo the clasp of your bra. You shimmy out of your pants before collapsing back into the plush blankets. "Let me know if my hands get too hot, bug." He whispers in your ear before placing a kiss on your cheek. You were in pure ecstasy as you felt the heels of his hands knead into your lower back, struggling to contain your satisfied moans at the sensation. His whole body pushes into you as he works himself up your body, you couldn't help but smirk as you felt his half hard erection rub over the curve of your ass. Dew so only loved to have his hands on you. He loved watching the way your oiled skin slid effortlessly under his palms, how he could feel himself working out the kinks in every tender muscle, how you would let out such cute sounds at him making you feel so good. You push your ass back against him, wiggling it teasingly. You hear his breath catch in your throat, his hands tensing against your back. His fingers pressed into your shoulders, eliciting a long whine from you as he pushed into a particularly sensitive spot. "Fuck, you always make such pretty little sounds baby." He groans, his hips rocking against you. You attempted to push yourself into him in time with his movements, feeling his member grow rock hard against you. You let out another soft moan, a soft growl bubbling up in his throat.
You felt the heat in palms increase, his pace rutting into you becoming more fervent with every thrust. "What's the matter baby?" You coo. "You seem a bit distracted." He grumbles out a rejection before returning his attention to your massage. He presses deliciously into your thighs, earning a delighted mewl from you.
"You make it really hard to focus, bug." Dew nips at the sensitive skin of your neck. "You just look so beautiful I can't help it." You curse under your breath as he continues to knead into you, turning you to putty in his hands.
"Dew." You whine, grinding yourself into him. "I need you." He breathes out a chuckle.
"I thought you would never ask, baby." He made quick work of discarding his clothes, rutting his hardened cock against your ass. "You have no idea how crazy you drive me, you know that?" He growls. He wraps a hand loosely around your throat, tilting your chin up so your eyes could meet his. He lines up his cock with your entrance before easing himself into you at an agonizingly slow pace. You whimper as he bottoms out in you, he lets his head drop between your shoulder blades, his long blond hair cascading across your bare back. He slowly begins to roll his hips, every motion causing you to let out soft moans. His hands grip tightly around your waist, his hips snapping into you.
"You feel so good." You moan, burying your face in the blankets. Dew wraps your hair around his hand, tugging you back slightly and allowing himself to fully plow into you. You whine his name feeling your orgasm rapidly approaching. "Baby… please… gunna cum."
"Cum for me bug, you work so hard you deserve to feel good." He praises you. You push back into him in time with his thrusts, desperately chasing your release. He leans over you, free hand reaching in between your legs to rub your clit. You cry out as you clench hard around him, he moans your name as your climax causes him to finish as well. He collapses against your back, both of you panting, lightheaded from your highs. "How are you feeling now honey?" He presses a kiss to your shoulder.
"Well, I'm definitely not sore anymore." You giggle.
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