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[Repost] Love-Ophelia

Part of this set of WIP Wednesdays

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The breeze tickled Ophelia’s bare neck, different from when she pulled her hair into high buns or even the rare ponytail that she sported in her girlhood.

The mass of white blonde hair on the ground told her that this was indeed reality. She had shorn her own hair so short, it curled at the ends with the extra weight gone. It was so light, she almost didn’t believe it was real.

With the lightness, came a sense of calm. A sense of relief. Her fingers glided so easily through her hair, she couldn’t help but laugh.

“It’s real now, old girl,” she said, delighting in feeling her short hair. “Those old spinsters and high societies ladies would faint if they saw you now. No makeup, short hair, calloused hands.”

She looked at her hands, indeed more calloused than they had ever been when she was a noble woman, no nail paint to hide the chips and the dry nail beds, no lotions or powders to soften the appearance of tiny scars and scratches. Not even a ring or two to express the wealth she had. Just bare, dry, knobby-knuckled hands that she called her own.

In a way, she preferred them this way. They was real. They were hers. This was the real her. She touched her face, no need to fear if she was smudging her makeup, just the soft skin of her face.

This was the real her, barefaced and honest.

She felt… free. She even felt… beautiful in her simplicity, in a way. No lies, no putting on airs, it was just her as herself.

There were plenty of things to hate about herself, she knew that in the back of her mind, but for now, looking at her reflection in the river, bouncy hair and dry hands, those thoughts stayed quiet.

[not-krys]

[Repost] Silence-Miri

Part of this set of WIP Wednesday

Notes: Spoilers for up to Season 2 (Lesson 40-ish), cuts off suddenly, suicidal ideation implications

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Before Miri opened her eyes, she couldn’t help but notice how quiet her bedroom was. It was as though the House of Lamentation had gone completely silent. She couldn’t hear any footsteps outside her door, no lighthearted chatter, not even a crow’s cry that was so prevalent before in Devildom.

Her body felt so heavy, she could barely move. Her eyes felt crusty, like she had fallen asleep crying and now she was feeling the aftereffects. It had been a long time since she had fallen asleep crying, the last time being when she was back in the human world, before Solomon had found her again. She had been missing her new brothers, her new family, and couldn’t stop the tears from coming.

Now, however, she couldn’t recall why she had fallen asleep crying. She was in Devildom again, judging by the darkness outside the window. The plants roamed all around her room, save for her bed and the nearby table where she and her brothers sat.

Her hand twitched suddenly, discovering that a warm, familiar weight was holding it in place. Black gloves in a much larger hand encircled her smaller hand, the only change was there being an intricate ring circling her ring finger, blue gemstones engraved all around it. The colors reminded her of Lucifer, faintly.

Suddenly, everything came rushing back to her. Lucifer’s memory loss, Diavolo and Solomon keeping secrets from the both of them, how she had dizzy spells and headaches that kept getting worse, that damned blade that Solomon had placed in her hands… intending to take Lucifer’s life so she could live and how much that devastated her.

She had refused to go through with it, thinking that if it was her that was causing all of this, then it should be her that should go, not Lucifer.

She remembered her hands shaking as she tried to turn the blade onto herself, how Lucifer tried to pull it away from her to try and put it in himself. That she had been in pain with her headaches and some feeling she couldn’t name. How she saw a flash of Simeon behind Lucifer… how he pulled her out of Lucifer’s arms and into his.

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[Repost] Kissings-Houki

Part of this set of WIP Wednesdays

Note: Sad tinged fluff, route spoilers for Mitsunari

Rain pounded relentlessly against the roof of their makeshift shelter: an abandoned home in the mountainside. Mitsunari lit a fire in the pit, giving them some much-needed light and warmth while Houki attended as best as she could to her twisted ankle with her limited vision. In the scuffle to get away from their pursuers and the literal storm that had originally brought her to Sengoku Era Japan, she had lost her glasses along the way and could barely see her own hand in front of her face, let alone her hurting ankle or Mitsunari’s undoubtedly troubled face.

She wished there was more she could have done to save herself, that Mitsunari didn’t have to put himself in danger to save everyone. If she had been smarter, faster, anything that didn’t have them in their current situation… She bit her lip, looking away from the lighted fire, shivering.

She then felt a light tap on her shoulder, and soon Mitsunari’s soft smile took up her vision.

“The fire’s warm now. I’ll carry you over so you don’t have to walk on your leg.”

Before she could protest, with a soft grumble and a hiss of pain of his own, he lifted her up and carried her closer to the fire, sitting her comfortably in his lap.

“…I wouldn’t have minded the floor.”

“I know you wouldn’t have,” he replied, pulling her closer, “but, it’s probably better that you can’t see it right now.”

“Besides, it’ll be easier to keep warm if we hold each other like this. And you can see me better from this distance.”

He was still mostly blurry to her, only barely able to make out his silvery hair in his face and his violet eyes in the low light, but she was relieved to see he was at least smiling. She leaned her head into his chest, surprised to feel his armor was gone from his chest. His hand then tangled itself in her hair, trying to straighten what he could with his fingers. He wished he could brush her hair with a soft brush or comb, but he made do with what he had.

“We’ll search for the others at first light. The storm should be over by then as well.”

She nodded, closing her eyes, trying her best to relax, but she found it hard to do with so much on her mind. Her lack of vision only served to dampen her mood further.

She soon felt the familiar tap on her shoulder, making her look up at her beloved. Mitsunari met her halfway, kissing her, lingering on her for a few moments. When he finally released her for air, he touched his nose to hers, making she could clearly see him.

“We will get through this. Together. It was painful enough, being parted from you. I refuse to make that error again.”

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[Repost] Love-Maddie

Part of this set of WIP Wednesdays

Notes: Fluff

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“Ready to go?” Sirius asked, peeking around a bush covered in small magic crystals.

Maddie took in a slow breath, squeezing the bouquet in her hands.

“Yeah,” she said at last, lifting up the hem of her long white skirt, “thanks for filling in for my Grandad. I know they would have wanted to be here, but…”

“No trouble at all, Little Lady.” Sirius said gently, “I’m honored you thought of me for such an important task.”

“The Queen of Spades walking Alice down the aisle for her wedding.” Maddie giggled. “I feel like the luckiest girl in the world.”

“We all feel luckier, for having you in our lives. Harr especially.”

Maddie smiled, thinking of Harr waiting for her at the end of the makeshift aisle. The Lake of Tears, while unconventional for a wedding, she and Harr both agreed it was too beautiful of a spot to pass up. Plus, with it’s hidden away nature, and Harr’s reputation still on the mend since the Magic Tower’s higher powers were dismantled, they could have a quiet, private wedding with friends and ‘official’ witnesses. In the absence of a conventional priest, one or both army Kings could officiate weddings, Blanc had told her over tea one day. Or he could, as a notary figure of Cradle.

Of course, Maddie couldn’t help but want all three at her wedding. She saw Blanc’s white head and glasses turning her way in the front row as music began playing, a gentle smile on his face. Ray and Lancelot stood at the altar, both wearing proud smiles. Loki also stood at the altar, the biggest, toothiest grin he could muster on his face. And beside him was Harr, his cheeks slightly pink, but his smile was so bright, he could have beaten the sun by how much he was glowing.

[not-krys]

[Repost] Starvation-Maddie

Part of this set of WIP Wednesdays

Notes: Fluff

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The pounding rain against the window didn’t bother Maddie that much, not really, but she still held Loki firmly to her side, cat-eared hood over his head. She held his head in her shoulder, taking special care to cover his ears.

After a few moments of silence, Maddie began humming to herself, hoping it could soothe Loki’s frayed nerves.

“Hmmm, hmmm…. Rain, rain, go away~, come again some other day~”

Loki looked up at her, curious. Maddie smiled.

“Little Maddie wants to go out and play~, rain, rain go away~.”

“What song was that?”

“My Gran taught it to me when I was little. It helped me to be patient when waiting out a rainstorm.”

Loki huffed, a pout gracing his lips.

“I’m not a little kid,” he said, his voice soft in his complaint.

“I know you aren’t.” Maddie said just as quietly, squeezing his shoulder. “But I was hoping it would pass the time.”

“Kinda short for a waiting song though.” Loki relaxed his head further into her shoulder.

“You keep going until the storm passes. That’s what my Gran said.”

“Did it work?”

“Sometimes,” Maddie admitted with a laugh. “She’d hold onto me real tight and we’d sing it together as we watched the rain drops fall on the window.”

[not-krys]

[Repost] Love-Miri

Part of this set of WIP Wednesdays

Note: Fluff

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[Yo, Miri!]

Her D.D.D. beeped on her pillow, alerting her of Mammon texting her.

[Look outside your door. There’s something waiting for ya!]

Miri raised an eyebrow, curious but with a dash of worry. Mammon had been gone since that morning, but he wouldn’t say where he was, as he usually declared it to everyone at the breakfast table, if it wasn’t a school day. Matter of fact, he wasn’t at breakfast today, but he did text her to say he was okay, but that he had something to do early today.

Sliding off her bed, Miri walked to the door, opening to the bright lights of the hallway.

No one was there, not Mammon nor were any of the other demon brothers.

Just as she was about to head further into the hallway, her toe found a medium-sized box on the floor. Miri tilted her head, looking around again for any other presence in the hallway, but finding no one.

Shrugging and shaking her head, she picked up the box and carried it inside her room, setting it on the table.

“Hope it’s not some sort of elaborate prank…”

She carefully lifted the box lid, keeping it in front of her face in case anything jumped out at her. When nothing happened, she looked behind her cardboard shield and saw something wrapped in pink tissue paper.

Two somethings actually.

She set down the box lid and peeled back the tissue paper, seeing a pair of pink, expensive-looking sneakers. The label on the box even said they were her size. Was this what Mammon was aiming to do when he asked her about her favorite color?

Her D.D.D. beeped again.

[Pretty cool, right?] Mammon said.

Miri looked between the new shoes and her D.D.D.

[I was surprised] she replied. [Did you get them just today?]

[Sure did!] Even his texts sounded proud of himself. [I had to wake up extra early and line up cuz limited to a hundred pairs.]

Mammon then sent a picture of himself holding up a similar pair of shoes, the main difference being his were yellow.

[Even snagged myself a pair while I was there!]

[Be sure to wear yours the next time we go out together. We’ll look so dope!]

Miri giggled, brushing back a pink curl behind her ear.

[not-krys]

[Repost] Silence-Clara

From this set of WIP Wednesdays

Notes: Ramble-y, hickies

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“When this mark fades, that’s when I will come for you.”

Clara smiled and sighed. Of all the books she had read in the past, the line from King Byron from Midnight Cinderella stuck out as she looked at herself in the mirror, seeing the small kiss of purple on her collarbone. She had asked Nokto before her trip, as a silly idea, but she really should have known better to do so before going to visit her friend, married to the love of her life just hours ago.

She wondered if Nokto was doing alright without her, especially at night. It was one of the reasons she asked him if he wanted something to ease his loneliness while she was gone. It was how the idea of matching love bites started. He guided her through it, her having never done something so bold and daring before. She remembered seeing the red mark on his porcelain skin, right around his collarbone, how proud he’d been of her for doing it. Knowing him, he was probably showing it off to all that would listen. She was sure Yves would have a fit with Nokto being so… so open and brazen of his love life with her, she flushed at the idea.

She shook her head, rattling the thoughts out of her head. She instead turned her head to the beautiful bouquet sitting on the borrowed dresser. Thorn-less red roses and various other brightly colored buds and petals decorated it. She closed her eyes.

“Catching the bouquet means you’re the next be married, right?”

The silence of the room was her only answer.

“You’re being a silly little girl again, Clara,” she told herself. “And it would be a big to-do, marrying a prince anyway.”

She sighed, running her fingers over the rose petals.

“He wouldn’t want that kind of commitment anyway. Not him. Be too much work being a princess consort too.”

She looked at herself in the dresser mirror, pulling at her pink blouse, revealing the fading mark beneath.

“'When this mark fades,’” she quoted, “'that’s when I’ll come for you.’”

She chuckled.

“Nokto is no King Byron, silly. The two are completely different.”

Yet she couldn’t stop staring at the mark, as if willing it to do something the longer she looked at it.

Finally, with a soft sigh, she released the fabric to it’s natural position, hiding the mark from the world. She then reached for her hair, pulling out the pins and ribbons that had held up surprisingly well for the entire wedding ceremony. Brushing her hair with her fingers, she eased what she could of the curls and waves left behind by her pins.

[not-krys]

[Repost] Love-Thea

Part of this set of WIP Wednesdays

Notes: Fluff, hickies

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Thea whimpers sounded remarkably close to a small puppy’s whines when the sunlight hit her tightly closed eyes. Theo couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped him as she tried to pull the covers over her eyes.

“C'mon, Hondje,” The curtains were pulled open wider, letting the early morning light brighten the room more. “We got an early day today, so get up.”

All he received in return was another pup-like whine and the covers pulled more over her head. Theo grinned.

“What, don’t tell me you forgot how excited you were about this job?”

“Y'said nothing about getting up at the ass crack of dawn.”

“We’ve got a long way to go to get there. Better to get ready now and come back when there’s some daylight left.” He rummaged around in the nearby dresser, pulling a pair of white stockings.

“If y'knew we had early day, you shouldn’t have let us stay up so late.”

“Not my fault you were so eager to get into my pants.”

“Yes it was, teasing me like that.” A mass of reddish brown hair and freckles slowly emerged from the blue comforter, rubbing the tired from her eyes. Little kisses of purple decorated her neck and shoulders, small reminders of their late night activities. She pulled her long hair over her shoulder, fingering combing the curls and the tangles out.

“You’re just easy to tease. Couldn’t resist.” Theo kneeled in front of her as she swung her legs to the side of the bed, pulling the stockings over her feet and calves.