that anon who requested seraphim!reader and shedletsky was cooking but may i suggest: the ultimate family reunion with this world.
(familial) seraphim!reader of the same story coming across 1x in the same place they met shedletsky again and they basically go "MY BABY." and start babying them the same way they used to before 1x get corrupted. 1x reacts accordingly: "NOBI YOU'RE KILLING MY TOUGH GUY PERSONALITY,,,"
(bonus points if he has some features from them post-forsaken and seraphim!reader flexes on shed like "they got my hair and feathers >:}"
People really liked the seraphim!reader huh-
Not surprised but I'm happy nonetheless~
We are back with They/Them!
You had to admit, you felt like something...
No... Someone was missing...
And you knew it had to be 1x. You basically treated her like your own child after all despite Telamon's disapproval. But Shedletsky did confide in you that he wished he had done better and could have you and 1x as his family again.
There were many nights where you wondered if you would be able to interact with them outside of rounds, seeing as inside the rounds they wouldn't let you get even a single word in.
But blessed as you are, that chance came when you decided to visit that place in the forest again where Shed had bumped into you the first time.
You didn't know why you went back but something told you it was worth it...
And turns out, it was!
Whatever feeling dragged you out here into the possible danger zone led you right to 1x herself! Some features were still as you remembered them and you wasted no time embracing them with a parental affection, not caring if she attempted to hurt you.
They were quite startled at the sudden affections but quickly realized it was you and just felt embarrassed.
"1x! My starlight!" You greeted him warmly, wings wrapping around her with little care as the eyes around your form showed affectionate gazes towards a child you once thought lost.
But of course, there wasn't much cooing done when he pulled away with a force that told you they don't mean to harm you but will be embarrassed about this. "I'm not a little kid anymore and I'm not about to look soft." They stated coldly, though you didn't really take it seriously when you chuckled and 1x could've sworn she saw the halos around your head light up a bit brighter.
"Of course not, dear. You were always the toughest of the tough~" Your wings fluttered around you in excitement over having your precious baby back at your side. Not that she would necessarily agree with such a thought...
Not long after did Shedletsky find himself standing by your side with an awkward smile and you smiled sweetly even though you were using one of your wings to get an honest and heartfelt apology out of him for how he was as Telamon. Your wing probably left a mark on the back of his head and neck by the time he was done and 1x, being the ever grumpy one, simply stated it would take time. That was already a good win in your book!
But once that drama was considered over and done with, you went back to cooing over your sweet kid and subtly pointing out the feathers from you that remained.
"Your magnificent wings look so well-groomed! You've been taking care of them, right?", "Your hair makes you almost look more like me!" And "Look at my genes at work in making your feathers look like me!" were all sentences that left your mouth at random within 5 minutes. All to tease Shedletsky who couldn't help but giggle at your words combined with the increasing embarrassment on 1x's face. They were meant to be hateful towards her creator(s) but was now stuck getting babied and awkwardly hissing out insults that came more as a plea to be taken seriously for his abilities but you didn't seem to budge...
You were just happy to have your baby bird back and wanted to make sure that when you find a way out, the three of you will be a family again... Better than the old times.
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During a mission for the Cross Guild, Mihawk encounters something the World Government was never meant to create.
Warnings: slight angst, mild violence, child soldier implications, government experimentation
Word Count: 1300~
Pairing: Dracule Mihawk x F!OldWarlord!Reader x Seraphim!Reader
crossposted on AO3
The battlefield was silent.
No screams. No cannon fire. Just the creaking of ruined metal and the soft flicker of firelight licking over broken walls. The enemy base had fallen without honor, its defenders cut down, scattered like leaves before a gale. Mihawk stood at the center of the smoldering wreckage, Yoru dripping red, his cape fluttering in the scorched wind.
He had been sent alone, as usual. Buggy’s “genius strategies” usually translated to send Mihawk, pray for the other side. Mihawk never prayed.
He was turning to leave—his mind already drifting to where you waited, curled up with a book, perhaps, or tending the quiet garden behind the Cross Guild’s hidden estate—when the temperature shifted.
It wasn’t the heat. It was the flame.
A plume of fire bloomed in the corner of his vision.
He turned slowly, fingers tightening around Yoru’s hilt.
From the wreckage stepped a figure—tall, barefoot, cloaked in embers. Brown skin marked by Lunarian heritage. Snow-white hair. Jet-black wings. Fire burning at her back. Her pupils glinted like five-pointed stars. And her face...
His grip faltered for half a second.
Your face.
Younger—much younger, barely eight in age, but unusually tall for a child. The shape of your eyes, the arch of your brow, even the way she stood with her weight subtly shifted to the left, as you often did when assessing someone you didn’t trust.
The clone stepped forward, weapon in hand.
Mihawk’s breath didn’t catch. His heartbeat didn’t spike. But for the first time in years, something inside him stilled.
This was you. No—not you, he reminded himself coldly. This was a Seraphim. A government weapon. A counterfeit made in your image. Something made in a lab, shaped by data and devilry.
And yet—
The clone raised her blade. Not Yoru. A crueler thing—thin, jagged. Lacking elegance. The green glow of synthetic blood pulsed beneath her skin.
She lunged.
Mihawk parried without thinking, steel shrieking against steel. The impact sent sparks flying, the ground beneath them cracking. She was fast. Faster than her size should allow.
She came again, silent, precise. He countered. Again. And again. The clash of blades rang out like thunder in the hollow city.
But then—something changed. She stopped. The clone backed off, lowering her blade slowly, eyes still locked on him. Her head tilted—slightly to the side.
Just like you did.
Mihawk straightened, cape billowing with the wind. His sword remained in hand, yet he did not raise it. They stared at each other in the stillness. The fires crackled. Somewhere in the distance, the cry of a hawk echoed through the smoke. She blinked slowly. Her expression was unreadable, but her eyes... they recognized him.
Not just as an enemy. But as someone.
“You were sent to kill me,” Mihawk said evenly. Not a question. A truth. “And yet, you hesitate.”
The Seraphim said nothing.
He studied her. Not with wonder. With calculation—and a tinge of something colder. So this was the depth of the World Government’s depravity.
They hadn’t just cloned his former comrades. They had taken the only woman he allowed himself to belong to. Turned her into a weapon. Dressed her in white flame and filled her with borrowed blood. Given her your stance. Your eyes. Your silence.
They had forged her into a sword meant for him.
His lip curled. Not in rage—but in something sharper, older.
Contempt.
“You mock the dead,” he murmured, more to the air than to her. “But she lives. She is no ghost for you to copy.”
Still, the clone stood there. Tilting her head again. The fire behind her flickered once, then burned brighter. And then—something terrible happened. She took a step toward him. Not fast. Not attacking.
Curious.
As if drawn to him. As if—like you—she found something about his stillness... comforting.
Mihawk stiffened. “I see,” he said coldly. “You inherited more than her face.”
A mistake. A flaw in the programming. They’d encoded too much. Her movements were too natural. Not mimicry. Instinct. She was imprinted. On him. The child—a living weapon made in your image—liked him. Just like you did.
He sheathed Yoru in one fluid motion. “Return to your masters.”
No response.
“I will not strike you unless you force me.”
The wind shifted. Her wings twitched. Her fingers flexed around the hilt of her weapon. Then, slowly, she lowered it. Their eyes locked again—black steel and artificial starlight. For a moment, the battlefield no longer existed. Only the burning ruin of a home neither of them wanted, and the quiet tension of mirrored silhouettes.
She turned.
She left.
The flames did not follow her.
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He returned to you that night without a word.
You looked up from your book when the door creaked open. The way your face softened upon seeing him—not wounded, not broken—was the only comfort he needed. But Mihawk didn’t speak right away.
You rose, setting your book aside. “Something happened.”
He nodded. Shrugged off his coat. It smelled of ash and ozone.
You reached for him instinctively, brushing soot from his collar. “Did it hurt?”
“No.” He hesitated. “Not physically.”
You stilled. That wasn’t like him. You cupped his cheek, your thumb brushing the fine scar there. “What did you see?”
He didn’t meet your eyes. “She had your face.”
That’s when your hands dropped. You understood immediately.
“A Seraphim.”
“Yes.”
He poured a glass of wine. Took a slow sip. “I fought her. Briefly.”
You didn’t ask if he’d won. He wouldn’t be here if he hadn’t.
“But she pulled back,” he continued. “Watched me. As if—” he paused. “As if she knew me.”
You swallowed. “They say the Seraphim can inherit more than strength. That S-Snake... she acted like Hancock.”
Mihawk nodded. “Then this one—she tilted her head. The same way you do. Mirrored your stance. And when I spoke, she listened. Not like a weapon. Like a girl.”
You sat beside him, silent. The wine in your own glass was untouched.
“They used my Lineage Factor,” you whispered. “My mannerisms. My blood. And gave her his flames.”
Mihawk’s jaw tensed. “She looked at me,” he said, “the way you did, when we met. Curious. Not afraid.”
You reached for his hand. His fingers closed around yours tightly. There was tension in his grip, but not violence. Not directed at you.
“What did you feel?” you asked softly.
He didn’t answer immediately. Finally, he said: “Disgust. Not with her. With them.”
Your hand squeezed his.
“I have hunted Marines before. But this—this is different. This is not war. It’s desecration.” He turned his face to yours. “They would have sent her to kill me. Your face—your likeness—striking at me in battle.” His voice was quiet, but lethal. “I will not forgive it.”
You nodded. “Then don’t.”
He leaned in, forehead brushing yours. “I wonder,” he murmured, “what she will become.”
You thought about what he had told you. Of the flame on her back. Of her star-shaped eyes. Of her watching him—not as a soldier, but as a girl unsure of herself. Searching.
“She has your face,” he said again. “But she is not you.”
“No,” you said gently. “But she’s not a monster either. Not yet.”
Mihawk didn’t reply. But the weight of his silence said everything.
He had spared her. But the Government would pay. They had crossed a line that night. Not by cloning him. Not by playing god. But by forging a weapon out of his one exception. The one person who made him believe peace was more than just a myth.
And if she ever turned against them?
Then perhaps one day, that white-haired Seraphim girl with your eyes would find her own sword. And the man who first spared her life would be the one to teach her how to wield it.
But until then, he sat with you.
The real you—warm, breathing, and entirely your own.
Not a clone. Not a weapon.
Just the woman he would burn the world to protect.
@iloveseraphims my sweetheart, I hope this is to your liking ❤️
My dearest lord of the burrow, I beseech you, please grace this mere peasant with another scrumptious Demiurge fic? You, my lord, are the only individual I have found in my travel on this desolate land known as Tumblr to create gender neutral or male reader Demi fics and one's that are not of a sexual nature.
If you would hear my plea, this one would be eternally grateful. You, my lord, may call me, 🥕Carrot.
Seraphim SB Part 2, Electric Boogaloo~
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Greetings, noblest 🥕Carrot anon, one has heard of your quest for gender-neutral and male reader Demiurge content and sends you this small offering to hopefully quench your thirst... even if this is only slightly Demiurge related... sorry about that. This particular work is a gn reader one as pronouns aren't mentioned at all, and it is a continuation of a previously received ask since there were no specifications in the ask you sent. —Benny🐰
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Presenting…! An short overview of Seraphim SB's general information!
It wasn't mentioned in the original ask, but Seraphim SB is the heteromorphic race ‘Angel’ and has gotten to the maximum evolution and level, reaching the class of ‘Seraph’. I thought of a passive trait of theirs being that they have a natural holy aura around them that purifies anything within a certain distance of them. And by anything, I mean, living and non-living things.
As mentioned in the previous ask their aura harms those of undead or demonic origin, steadily chipping away at the health of those who are at the same level or higher and hacking away at the health of those of lower levels. The effect of Seraphim SB's aura is so powerful that even Ainz has to step away from them after a while after seeing his health become three-quarters of what it was just an hour ago.
As said above, Seraphim SB is a Seraphim; in angelology, Seraphim represents light, ardor (enthusiasm & passion), and purity. This would mean, after a little while in the new world their overall demeanor would become incredibly positive, bright, and enthusiastic.
The positivity they hold never dissipates even in the most serious or depressing situations, as their mind no longer allows them to feel negative emotions; their racial qualities completely blacking them out. They'll also take on a strange sense of innocence that makes those around them feel an irrational need to protect them from certain things and people. Seraphim SB's positivity also affects those around them, driving being into an almost deranged happiness if they stick around too long.
Because of Seraphim SB's holy origin, most if not all of the spells, skills & abilities they use are also of holy origin. Their particular skill is somewhat similar to a command order, but it's strictly directed at other angels. This skill, ‘Buisine’, allows players of the seraphim class to issue irrevocable commands to those of the angel race that are ten levels or less below them. Not only that, but angels and other holy beings have a natural want to follow, serve, and protect seraphim as they are usually a sign that a God is nearby.
It's already been established that Seraphim SB is the law of Nazarick; they are the judge and sometimes the executioner. But, who's the jury? Seraphim SB has two NPCs who act as their jury, each one is of a race that can split themselves into multiple consciousnesses with a maximum of six. They give off the appearance that each part has its own thoughts on each case, but in reality, they all share the same thoughts, goals, and morals stem from Seraphim SB. So to be clear, the “jury” is also Seraphim SB. It was also mentioned in another ask I received, but they can summon a sort of instant domain in the form of a grand courtroom that can seat thousands.
Let's talk about Seraphim SB and their relationship with others in Nazarick!
As stated in the previous post, Seraphim SB pays the arch-devil no real mind. They usually ignore most of the people around in favor of having a constant internal celebration instead. What do they celebrate about, you ask? Anything. Back on topic– Because Seraphim SB is physically and mentally incapable of having negative thoughts and opinions anymore, they usually fail to see the wrong in anyone's words or actions.
Demiurge wants to take over the world in the name of Ainz and themself and also happens to be kidnapping humans and doing unspeakable things to them at the Happy Farm? Okay! Sounds great! Shaltear was brainwashed and is fighting Ainz? That's awesome, Seraphim SB is rooting for both of them! Albedo wants to hunt down and kill any other players she finds? Cool! They're wishing her luck!
Seraphim SB is also incapable of reprimanding and forgiving others, they can't identify that any wrong has been committed and because of that, have no reason to punish or forgive them. That may make you wonder how they can accurately judge others when they commit a crime against Nazarick, but they trust that the book of laws that Ainz gave them is correct and they abide by it without fail. They also have Albedo, Demiurge, and their NPCs to point them in the right direction when it's needed.
Because they trust so readily and are easily manipulated by others, Demiurge, lucky for him, has been assigned to Seraphim SB as a sort of protector and a balance to their morals.
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Okay I died at the angst of the fallen seraph reader, it was fantastic. May I request if u can write an x reader where instead of being d*cks, the angel realm just let's the reader stay with their beloved and they just suprise him cuz "guess who can stay here!!!" I was thinking of Satan x reader but u can do any character u want obv, I need to recover from the angst🥺👉👈 thank you!!💗💗
An angel - A Seraphim, nonetheless - The highest ranking, most beloved creation of God...Falling in love...With a demon?
First of all, falling in love, as an Angel, is a horrible crime, you are falling into sin, no longer pure-
And even worse, you fell for a demon?
Well, at least it wasn’t one of those traitor fallens...
But the Avatar of Wrath, the most destructive and rageful demons of them all...
Blasphemy! How could you something so atrocious?
No matter how you tried to reason, things just weren’t going to end up good for you, in any way.
That is...
Until God finally saw how desperate you were, and how you would have sacrificed everything, just to be with the one that captured your heart...
And He was shocked to see that such a dark creature, known only to bring death, destruction and chaos, actually felt such pure and beautiful emotions in his heart, just like yours!
How intriguing...
It’s the first time since Heaven and Hell were created when such a beautiful Yin and Yang, the divine Feminine and the divine Masculine, come together and create such a...An incredible harmony.
It was exactly what God wanted to see in the Human realm.
Perhaps, if he were were to allow this union to happen, it could serve as an example for his human creations.
So he allowed you to commute to the Devildom, but should you ever wish to return, or just visit, you’d always be welcomed in the Celestial realm, back home.
And the shock on Satan’s face when he suddenly saw you in front of him, grinning brightly, almost sparkling, he’d say, your beautiful white wigs spread widely, fluttering slightly from emotion, and your halo golden above your head...
But nothing could compare to the glee and love he could see glittering in your eyes.
“They let me marry you without having to be exiled.”
That was all it took for the Avatar of Wrath to leap on you, cup your face and give you such a passionate, firey kiss, so full of love, that even Asmo would be jealous.
He may not have been his Father, but he was so happy that your Father wasn’t a complete douchebag like He had been with Lucifer and his brothers when they rebelled.
He didn’t know how he’d react if he had to see you suffering, or if you were to be killed, like Lilith...
But he couldn’t care less about the past now - No, all he cared was about living in the present, with you in his arms, loving you, and never letting you go.
Maybe the angels have 1 tiny bit of respect from him, after all...
Sooo back in the days of Telamon, he somehow managed to awaken the literal incarnation of the swords' consciousness, this literal biblically Accurate divine being that probably doesn't even belong in Roblox. And you're tall, not like oh Roblox God tall NO! I mean you make Telamon look like a kid in your presence( which isn't even how tall you can be since you need to fit into this realm right) I can't lie Telamon was down BADDD if you catch my drift( but considering your a being of divinity you can't really have thoughts of lust or anything like that). So for awhile it was You and the little chick( Telamon)that follows you around. Till( after much persuasion and insisting from him) you managed to fit yourself into a Robloxian form( you'd still be a harpy and your still unnaturally tall but at least now you can touch and feel the world around you)
Post Forsaking:
It's been ages since you've seen Telamon, not even any of his colleagues have been seen and you've been getting anxious about it. Not even 1x4 was around. Then somehow you got teleported to Forsaken, the spectre just thought you were another playing piece in this game but it eventually realised it bit off more than it can chew. You were pretty much stuck as a mesh between your Robloxian and seraphim form since the relative new realm isn't very stable, So spectre just left you be, hoping that you'd pass and leave them to enjoy their games. So you just watched, till Shedletsky, while out on a walk bumped into you. It took a hot second before either of you recognised eachother. You eventually came to meet( by that I mean Shedletsky dragged you to the survivors cabin) the rest of the survivors. You probably scared the shit out of them first. ( Your quite literally a mass of eyes, halos and wings attached to a vaguely Robloxian form) But with Shedletsky Clinging onto you like a lovesick man seeing his wife again after ages. They just accepted it. Now how to get them out safely without starting problems with another higher being. That'll take awhile
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God I love LOVE this idea! I have such a vivid image in my mind that I can't get rid of now and I feel like a child at a birthday party ohohohoh~
Reader gets They/Them~
Pre-Forsaken
Your awakening was a messed up blur, even in your divine mind...
The first time your form emerged from the Ghostwalker... You were like a god of gods...
And the one to awaken you? Telamon himself.
He was quite impressed by your form, maybe even a bit too impressed...
But your divinity held no room for matters that he thought of. Any affection you could give was moreso like you saw him as a child.
Which he was, if you looked at your size difference. He was so much smaller than you, it was pretty adorable.
But Telamon was much more enamored with you than you would ever bother recognizing him for.
Although you still treasured what he brought you for gifts, you were still a little surprised at his determination in helping you despite your morals being perhaps a little... Off.
He was a god who did as he pleased, no matter the price. He just so happened to look up at you with absolute adoration and perhaps sin in his eyes.
But you were a being of pure divinity, refusing to even give a thought about sin or acknowledge it. You still saw him as someone worthy of your presence though, because he held the sword that practically birthed you.
You were still stuck to it, mind you. It was just that for now, it was hidden in the graveyard where you could watch over Telamon's mansion in bliss. Not like many would dare to try their luck against a being like you. Bigger than any living being, stronger than buildings and machinery itself and with no needs of your own.
You could probably just sit idly without doing anything and the seasons would change thrice before you knew it. You didn't have an actual physical body after all but you still enjoyed the kind souls that stopped in their paths to keep you company even if their mere lifespans couldn't compare to even a fraction of your own...
Could you even die? Probably not.
I mean, many have tried to fight you but it would barely even feel like the touch of a feather against your divine form.
Still, Telamon grew restless over time...
"Please, [Reader]!" Telamon came begging for what must've been the 347865th time now. Yeah, you kept track...
"I promise it's not that bad! Even just for a day!" Seriously? He wanted you to take on a Robloxian form so badly...?
Oh well... It was clear he would never stop...
With a sigh, you eventually relented. "Very well... I suppose our blade will just be on our person at all times..." You spoke calmly, almost as if you had done this before. But you hadn't.
And Telamon was over the moon. "You won't regret it, I promise!" He kept saying in different ways as your form began to shrink and twist into something more akin to that of the average person...
... Except for the Harpy-esque features like the wings on your back and behind your ears, claws on both your feet and hands that gently felt the world around you and- Tail feathers??
You were still unnaturally tall, mind you. Tall enough to match Telamon himself in size which he seemed all the more proud of when his own wings puffed up in pride.
You couldn't say you disliked it per say... But it was overwhelming to suddenly be able to feel...
The earth was beneath your feet, the wind blew softly against your hands and face as the Ghostwalker hung against your back...
And you could think freely now...
Post-Forsaken
Well isn't this just peachy...
First Telamon disappeared and then you couldn't find any of his colleagues back at HQ? Then even 1x4 disappeared...
It was the first time you felt anxious... An emotion you would've never gotten if you had stayed true to divinity.
But here you were, roaming the Mansion and HQ Periodically for any sign of familiarity and praying as you held onto the Ghostwalker that all of this was just a nightmare and you had fallen asleep for a couple of ages or a bad prank...
But your worry was shortlived...
For when you had suddenly found yourself in this new realm, your body was a little messed up...
Your form looked even less Robloxian than before. Eyes and wings popping out of your form like a corruption of purity and that wasn't even touching on the two halos covering your head like your face was meant to be hidden... Only your mouth really showed there...
It didn't take long to figure out who the Spectre was. A being as powerful as yourself...
It would intrigue you if it wasn't for the fact you now knew it was the cause of your friends disappearing. But it was willing to let you be if you allowed them their fun with you simply becoming a spectator.
It wasn't too bad, though you were annoyed with who the Spectre chose as killers.
Call it what you wanted but you came to see life as more than you used to when you've gained a Robloxian form.
A child chasing his own father around in a twisted game of tag..? Someone's husband who cannot even remember his own name...?
1x...
But you had to let it go on... Wondering what the Spectre had done to them and wondering where Telamon really was... You hadn't seen him at all but the Spectre claimed they had taken him too. They just refused to give you any other details.
During rounds, you were usually hidden within a tree or building to watch the survivors work together. Their strategies were commendable, you had to admit.
Each of them playing a part with their abilities and roles and leaving you with the longing for what once was.
The days and nights of Telamon teaching you to live instead of just be. Letting your new body truly unwind through the company of him and his colleagues that you've grown to see as friends along the way and enjoying life for more than what you were made to be...
It sounded cliché but it was your honest feelings on the matter. You've grown soft and you weren't even afraid to admit it.
The might of the Ghostwalker was still with you though. A might that had killed many who dared to touch it with their impure hands... Unworthy of the responsibilities unless they're able to purify themselves in a realm of your making.
But as you pondered everything and nothing at all, you felt a gentle bump against your back and turned around to see Shedletsky had been walking backwards and just bumped into you.
Into the Ghostwalker...
You took hasty steps to back away from him, clutching your sword like a lifeline as you wondered how he was still standing.
He couldn't be pure... Only three people have ever been declared pure by you and those were Builderman, Brighteyes and... Telamon...
"Sorry there, wasn't watching my ste-" Shed was awkwardly chuckling and turning to face you when he saw the Ghostwalker and your appearance.
The silence was deafening but you had both seemed to put two and two together by the time you eased up and he excitedly dashed to hug you.
"[Reader]! I can't believe it! When did you get this new form?!" He asked cheerfully, setting any worries you might have had to rest as your wings slowly settled down around him. A low rumbling began to escape your body that seemed to soothe the admin and even though you had no idea where that rumbling came from, you figured it was harmless in the comfort of your old friend.
You began explaining to him the surge of a new and uncomfortable emotion when you couldn't find him anywhere which he chuckled a little at but with his face finally fully visible, you could see the blush on his cheeks as he pulled away but held onto one of your hands to lead you back to the Survivor Cabins.
To say the other survivors were shocked and nervous was an understatement but seeing how Shedletsky clung to you as you explained that you mean no harm and will do whatever you can to help them as much as you can, they decided to open you with semi-open arms.
Not like you could blame them with how beastly you looked.
But Shedletsky and Builderman were happy to have you with them, even if you were stuck as a mere spectator during rounds. Shedletsky took your watchful eyes as motivation, always watching for you to pop up so he can do one thing or another to hopefully impress you in typical chicken fashion.
It was cute, you couldn't lie. Especially when he began building a habit out of dragging you to his cabin since you didn't have your own.
It was usually just to build a next on his bed and cuddle, bringing out that strange rumbling again as you gently combed through his hair using your clawed hands.
Normal people would be awkward and uncomfortable with so many eyes like yours staring directly at them but Shed knew there was no threat in it.
Your eyes held a quiet but affectionate side for only him to view. You may not fully understand that side of you but he was willing to be patient. At least you allowed him to show his affections openly without any resistance on your part.
Preening each other's wings? Your plentiful eyes simply watched in amusement and he could swear some of those eyes had heart-shaped irises which made him all the more giddy.
Cuddling to sleep? You'll allow yourself to drift off and your mind returns to your own realm where you sometimes drag him into as well to show him more about what he had created with the Ghostwalker.
Stealing kisses? You don't even flinch and let him savour your affections to his delight whenever and wherever.
But you had yet to give him and his teammates the ultimate gift.
The gift of freedom from an entity you aren't sure about for once...
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Demiurge going to slane theocracy cause a person broke a law and escaped. Everyone thought he was going to kill him but Demi introduces Seraphim SB Reader with his NPCs. everyone including the high priests didn't expect them and was shocked at such a holy being. The reader is able to make or transform an area into a courtroom.
I loved the seraphim SB Reader ❤️
Hey anon,
Poor Slane Theocracy, they've been through so much. Also, I love the idea of Seraphim SB just having an instant domain courtroom and Demi being like: "Yes, that's him officer!"
I also had the thought that maybe they have twelve NPCs (which are just 'two' npcs that are a race that can split themselves into multiple people, with a maximum of six) that serve as the jury in the courtroom and they're also a type of angel. Maybe a cherub, but they're the biblically accurate kind with multiple beast heads.
Also, with the thought that someone escaped under Demiurge's watch, he'd be getting a nice disappointed glance from Seraphim SB for his negligence and probably a smack on the back of the head, but that might kill the poor guy, so maybe a forehead flick and the silent treatment for five minutes. (Any longer and Demi will have an absolute fit; a strait up meltdown.)
