Hey Guys. Its Been A Little Bit And I Just Wanted To Say Its The Best Time Of Year Again- Exam Season!!

Hey guys. It’s been a little bit and I just wanted to say it’s the best time of year again- exam season!! And I am stressed out which basically translates to I WANT TO WRITE but I have some news first.

I am going to be updating a different g/t story I’ve already posted the first chapter for a while back instead of Part of your world. I know this is annoying but now that I’m hopefully back in writing I need more time to figure out what direction I wanna head next. I have part of chapter 3 written from last summer but I just hated how it felt. It felt really obvious and cheap. It did have the first g/t interaction and that was fun but the rest of the chapter was a drag and I don’t want this story to be a drag. I want the story to be fun to write as well as to read so that is still in progress. Not gone! Just in the works. Thanks again for the patience.

As for my other story- I believe it’s called Sometimes the smallest things are the biggest problems? (I’m updating the name though because I hate how much of a mouthful that is, debating on making it Thorn in my side but I’ll see) well I’ve got a good idea on where I kinda wanna go with this. I have many ideas and I just need to piece them all together.

The story shouldn’t be that far down but once I figure out how to make a list with links to all the stories it’ll be easier to find. But this is a story I sort of connect with more as I love found family- especially when it’s grumpy kinda old guy must become substitute father to wild angry tonnage girl- and I just had to make this G/t!! If you guys wanna check it out it would mean the world and if you let me know what you think that would be even better!! Hope you are all doing well and that’s it for now <3

Hey! So it’s nearing that time of year again (exam season) when my motivation decides to kick in. I really want to get back into writing and to start updating my stories. To help with that though I feel a good way to get back into writing would be to do some prompts/oneshots!

If anyone has any that they would like me to try, or anyone has any requests, send me a message! I’d really appreciate it

Oneshot requests #1: Innocence of the Damned

A/N: Hi! Welcome! Incase you haven’t seen, to get back into the flow of writing I am taking requests! This here is a request featuring my favourite- parental g/t! It is a little dark as those tropes are my preferred genre but I will list all warnings beforehand. Thank you so much @gt-jar for request! I look forward to writing the others now that college is closed up before my exams, next request should be out tomorrow :)

Content warning!: violence, gore, mentions of drug and alcohol abuse.

(Also side note this story feature humans with some animalistic features, ears, fangs and tails- but they are humans)

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It was safe to say Jasper was getting real tired of the cards he was being dealt in slime ridden dump folks called a city. As crook himself he was no angel, considering the fact he played what one would deem a rather vital role for one of the many gangs, The Black Cats. His job? Rather simple. To hunt down those in debt to the Black Cats club and gambling den, simple on paper, though as per usual reality was not so doting.

Hunting down the sorry souls was easy enough. Most characterised by their idiocy, as one who willingly shook the hand of any money lending devil would be. As a hunter of such men, his reputation lingered about the leery alleys, lived on in the bated breaths of wary whispers, haunted with frightful glances. In short his reputation was enough to draw most out quick enough. If they were smart, with cash in hand and no more than a seething glare burning into the brickwork below, it was the preferred option. Those who lacked brain cells were a different story. And it never had a happy ending.

He didn’t feel pity, he couldn’t- not in his line of work. They dug their grave, wether they left bloodied and broken or not- with the rumours of corruption in the stock market, there was no doubt these pathetic sods would now and forevermore be paying back the scraps they earned for the rest of their days in this miserable shithole.

They’d done this out of their own stupidity, selling their lives for the brief comfort of a coin in hand; a hint of wealth and good fortune- only to waste it away at the tables, feel the warmth of alcohol in their rotten veins and a endure fist fulls of powder.

Loan sharking was a gluttonous business alright, the greed of men its life blood. But business was business. Money was money. And a job was a job. Jasper was not one to neglect such facts.

Tonight’s job was no different, or it so it had seemed.

The rain was that irritable indecisive state, a vexing inbetween- not quite what you’d label a downpour, but not a clear night by any means. More synonymous with mist or fog than anything. A typical scene of an ominous night in a classic picture show.

He was glad he’d worn the cowboy boots tonight, it would save his trench coat the dignity of sopping amongst the pavement. Aside from the rain not a soul was in sight, the city was a ghost town.

Muffled music from one of the many bars nearby was the only sign that there was indeed life to be found. Rain always pulled in the desperate folk. His boss would be pleased with that much. More so when this job was complete.

With a flick of his hat he gave himself an internal debrief. A mouse. A stingy pesky conman who had played one to many games in avoiding debts. Pulling strings, jumping loopholes; his boss wasn’t a patient man, and his patience was wearing thin. He’d been big in his part of city, though mice and rodents alike were seen as nothing more than rotten pests, they’d never garner much respect- though respect wasn’t something one could achieve easily in these whereabouts. He’d seen a few killed off in horrific ways he wouldn’t wish on his worst enemy- though rethinking that statement maybe he would. Crushed, snapped, thorn, swallowed. Form of punishment like that would certainly send a message.

Overall, this specific mouse had some nerve considering his position on the social ladder. Though it made it easier for him, hunting down mice was practically in his blood- given his heritage. He couldn’t give a damn how it was handled, once the job got done.

He’d been spotted last in the outskirts, the entire city was more or less a slum but this specific spot entailed the poorest of poor- both in health and coin. It seemed his mouse was attempting to blend in amongst the addicts and beggars, he’d seen this all before.

What he hadn’t expected were three suited men packed into an alleyway. Not just any men. Hound Dogs. The Black Cats rival competitor, and lifelong enemy. Brilliant.

What was particularly interesting however was how they respectively took turns between puffing their cigars and dangling a much smaller, stout man. The mouse. His target.

Innards seeped from his stomach, one ear had been torn, his tail was gone. His breaths laboured, choking on his own blood and horrid cacophony that barely managed to travel, he cried pitifully brief snippets of words that turned into gargles.

Jasper flexed his claws in frustration. The man was no taller than four inches, with injuries like that he wouldn’t survive the night. The debt wouldn’t be paid- those dogs knew what they were doing. An insult to The Black Cats.

But there was three of them and one of him. Fighting over a dead man wouldn’t pay the debt, loosing his own life wouldn’t either, though this was clear hit from the Hound Dogs- and it wouldn’t be taken lightly. Revenge, would come in full. Enough damage had been done tonight, and pay back had to be planned proper and precise.

Adjusting his cuffs, the middle man spat out his wilting cigar letting it hiss to a dim in the soft rain before stomping it to into the ground.

“I believe we are done here.” He spoke rather gruffly.

Jasper eased his claws, though the urge to slit into a throat was raging at the thought of his boss hearing the news.

“Finish him off then. This rain is pissing me off and Brutus will want an update.”

Despite his vocal chords blocked with blood the target attempted a cry of mercy before he was dropped on the pavement, a foot was raised and Jasper only grimaced and averted his gaze as a sickening crunch followed, spatters of blood trickled down the freshly painted red wall.

There was snarl in regards to the red dots freshly adjourning the trios suede shoes and with that the three took off down the alleyway.

Jasper sighed aggressively as he pushed off the wall. That was that then. Or it would’ve been, had he not picked up on a brief scattering sound.

He paused midstep looking back in disbelief.

Unbelievable..there wasn’t a chance of survival after that. The mouse was as sure as dead by now. The smells of a fresh body couldn’t be denied, Jasper was all too familiar with the scent.

Yet there it was again! This time followed by a brief sniff. Jaspers ear twitched with intrigued, with narrow eyes he turned the corner, his outline ominously blocking the street lamps.

The corpse lay where it most likely would for some time, completely caved in on itself. Nobody ever cared when a rat or mouse passed. They were only labelled as vermin.

But that was besides the point.

What had made that noise?

More importantly, was there hope for this debt after all?

Holding his breath, he prevailed silently step by step. Sneak attacks were a specialty of his, but with smaller folk one had to be that of a phantom. Another sniff- this one undeniable. But where?

A whimper.

His eyes fell down in a flash.

The crates.

Suddenly a newfound determination his kicked them aside ferociously, it seemed his mouse had brought a little friend and a dangerous light cascaded over his face, only for it to dwindle.

His breath hitched.

Down below sat a boy.. nothing more than a..child. An extremely tiny child at that.

Jasper faltered and lowered his arms as if a spell had been broken.

The file had said nothing about family.

Nothing about a child.

If anything it was a known fact for local residents and tourists that most gambling men in the area were nothing more than single slobs whom society had given up on entirely.

Yet here sat this boy no more than three inches in height and ten years of age, ears pinned back hidden beneath a mess of dusty hair, tail wrapped around a battered leg. Reddened eyes pinned in a horrified gaze.

His diminutive form couldn’t press further into the wall if he tried and it was more than obvious from his stance the boy was going to dart in the opposite direction- right by his father’s body.

The sight was gruelling to behold for himself, and he’d grown used to this scenarios- it would surely scar the boy for life.

Something tugged deep inside him.

In his position pity wasn’t an option. He’d had this drilled within himself since he’d chosen this life.

But those eyes..that pure raw fear. The innocence in a city drowning in its own greed.

In the harrowing silence time stood still as the pair looked one another down.

Jasper could only think of his upbringing. His family. His little sister, his baby brother. His widowed mother- each one of their lives snuffed out in an instant. How it left him stranded at only thirteen.

How that agonising pain and anger had coerced his feeble mind into the darkness, jaws of those with silver tongues.

Jasper was aware of his sins. All too aware of the blood on his hands, his damned soul.. aware that at this point, there was no changing that. It was too late for him.

But it wasn’t too late for this boy.

As if time had snapped back, he broke the barrier, daring to step an inch closer. God he was small.

“Easy there son.” He attempted, raising his hands in defence, carefully grasping his hat, withdrawing his claws. He did his best to hide his fangs. His attempt lay in vain.

The rise and fall of the little chest hastened. He needed to act quick.

Biting his cheek at how his shadow swallowed the tiny child, bringing him to a position to get down on his knees as he continued, the words careful ringing in his mind.

“I ain’t gonna hurt you, just..just keep your eyes on me alright.”

He had only successfully gotten one knee planted on the wet brick work- though it would seem to be far enough as in an instant the boy dashed to the right, the thought of freedom plaguing his being.

“Whoa there!”

Swiping for the tiny figure too sloppy for his liking, allowing a dodge and a dart, Jasper snapped after the boy.

Though regaining his posture slammed his hand down resulting in a collision. The boy smacked into him crumbling to the ground, Jasper winced.

“Alright now. Hold it son.”

The boy, seemingly understanding his. escape was off limits tucked his head into his oversized jacket.

It was a poor attempt, but Jasper credited the fact the boy wasn’t currently begging for mercy. He hated that spiel- though guilt subdued him, reminding himself given the situation begging for mercy wouldn’t be unwarranted.

Feeling the feeble boy against his rough hands Jaspers heart swelled. He’d never wanted a kid. Hell, he’d barely been one himself. This city wasn’t exactly the place for children.

Aside from that, settling down in this life wasn’t an option- too dangerous. Too many risks. The biggest one being leverage one could use against you.

Those with families kept them hidden, not even he knew where the boss secured his, and that man had practically raised him, albeit perhaps raised wasn’t the right word. Jaspers lifelong service to The Black Cats was his own form of payment. He unfortunately owed the boss his life, bastard that he was, and he’d spend the rest of his days fulfilling every command, completing his wretched errands.

Point was, children were never an option in this life. But yet, there was a feeling deep inside. There was an urge- undeniable need to protect this boy he couldn’t quite fathom- or ignore, no matter now hard he tried.

Although the boy wasn’t moving, asides from trembling that is, he didn’t want to risk anymore surprises. With that he cautiously wrapped his fingers surrounding the boy, cocooning his small quivering form, which in turned earned a whimper.

“Breathe, breathe” Despite it being out of fright, his commands were followed. He gently rubbed his thumb along the child’s spine as he whispered

“you’re alright- it’s alright. That’s it. Calm yourself. You hurt none?”

The boy was firm not to reply, Jasper expected as much but if he was going to help this child that answer wouldn’t do.

He attempted to glance over in his father’s direction but gasped as Jasper tightened his grip in the softest manner he could muster, regaining the child’s focus.

“Hey now, eyes on me kid. I don’t want you seeing that. Eyes on me, yeah?”

He stuck his thumb out under the boys chin and tilted it up to face him, a few more bruises making themselves apparent. His eyes puffy from crying opened once more, that harsh redness was amplified by two velvet pupils which met Jaspers own golden glare.

“There you are..” He whispered down to the boy, busy blinking out remaining tears.

“Now..you hurt?”

The boy didn’t respond. Jasper huffed, though he wouldn’t loose his patience. Scaring the boy felt wrong in ways he couldn’t process.

He tensed as he felt the minuscule tail wrap around his finger, a hug? A sign of comfort? Or a reply? Jasper couldn’t tell, but awe melted within him.

“That mean no?”

He waited for a signal but to no avail,

only after a few beats of bated breath the boy gave a hesitant nod. It wasn’t much, but it was progress. That much he could work with.

“Ah so you can understand me then.”

He doubted the boys father had even bothered teaching him the common tongue, Jasper remembered him well enough from the gambling hall to know he neglected this child with his presence in preference of poker chips- if that wasn’t obvious enough from the fragile state of his body, or the fact he barely had his own clothes. That wasn’t important right now though, that man was long gone now. He needed to get this kid talking.

“You got a name then?”

The boy nodded a second time, opened his mouth like a gaping fish then halted closing it, looking away with a look of shame. Confusion nagged at Jasper before an obvious realisation struck.

Oh..

“You can’t speak can you?”

No reply, of course. No wonder the little thing hadn’t begged for mercy- he couldn’t.

And there it was.

There was no doubting it this time.

Pity.

The rain began to grow heavier, reminding him that it was in fact drizzling and his clothes had begun to sop and dampen.

The boy was soaked to the bone, though Jasper figured the shivers were more out of fear than anything. It wasn’t a cold night, with the city adjacent to the swamplands humidity was at an all time high.

They couldn’t stay here much longer, with how thick the air had grown a storm was inevitable.

He silently watched the boy in contemplation.

Pity wasn’t allowed

Distractions weren’t allowed.

He’d just about killed countless. Beaten those bloody til they were but a footfall from six feet under. He didn’t take pleasure in this but he never felt remorse. Pity

But even his shallow heart couldn’t find it in itself to abandon this child.

He begrudgingly glanced over at the corpse polluting the alley with its odorous fumes, then back down at the boy, whose eyes watched him with an unmistakable glimmer of hope.

Disbelief, that someone was showing kindness..mercy.

The little tyke was beat, broken and looked a minute away from collapsing. Jasper didn’t imagine he’d eaten recently- or slept for that matter. He pondered how long his deadbeat father had dragged him about the city, different hideouts, different escape routes.

Yet, deadbeat or not, the kid was alone now. Hurt. Scared. Sad.

All of it would spur into a concoction of rage he’d seen before.

In himself.

No.

No.

He refused to let this kid go down the same path he had. Let this kid make stupid choices, fall into that hands that would take and take and take until there was nothing left to give.

It was decided

“Right then..” he opened up his pocket, with an encouraging nod carefully dropped the boy in, feeling him instantly scurry around out of shock, he looked down with softened eyes.

“Ease up there kid. You’re safe. I swear it- and that don’t come easy with me. Ain’t nobody gonna hurt you.”

He looked sincerely as if swearing the next part to himself, telling the child what he wished someone had told him all those years ago.

“Never again”

With that, he placed his hat back upon his head, leaving the alley for good just as the first rumble of thunder rumbled far above.

@gtypewriter omg ahhh?? this genuinely means the world!! Thank you so so much!!

A Lapse of Judgement

Felt like making a one shot!

Also just wanna say, I've been watching Castlevania, Alistar is very much inspired by Alucard

Anyways, Giant Angel, tiny demon :))

Warnings: Language I guess? Mentions of depression, fear of dying. Angsty and fearplay.

If you like this please like and let me know what you think! I love reading what others have to say <3 enjoy!

In her humble opinion Luciel wasn't doing anything wrong- ok no, that's a lie, but still she was only doing her job! Being a demon was hard work, especially when you were a lower class. She was just thankful she had her wings because she couldn't possibly imagine trying to traverse the human realm without them, trying to reach their ears just to whisper some corrupt ideas into them would be such a pain. More than it already was!

It was tough, but at the very least the humans couldn't see her so there wasn't really any stopping her except whenever procrastination kicked in. Well..that wouldn't be true either.

There were ways to stop her.

And all of them came in the form of Angels.

Self righteous perfect little Angels. Except they weren't little at all! Given their 'holy' nature they were all the same height as a middle class demon, or human. And might she add incredibly annoying! Because even when casting a fellow demon aside they always tried to be so moral and just about it. She for one thought they were a bunch of sad sour souls. What was the point in living a mortal life if you didn't get to cause a little mischief while you had the chance? You know, fun?!

But no. For every wicked whisper, they'd always counter, shunning out the darkness, much to the humans obliviousness.

Luciel had dealt with only a handful of them, possibly less. They never really paid her any mind, more than just a glare of disapproval anyways. Besides they were far more focused on putting a stop to her more powerful coworkers- if they could even be called that. Demons never exactly worked together.

In some ways she was glad to be at the rank she was, the most an Angel could do to her was shoo her off. They didn't attempt anything else. And she was content with that way of things, bothersome yes, but nothing she couldn't live with.

Or so she thought, until Alistar anyhow.

The little demon (quite literally) had been taunting a simple human named Dave- if she was correct. Poor precious Dave, and his sunken eyes. Perhaps she was feeding his anxiety a little too much. But it was quite fun to watch! So she'd continue to egg him on- no matter how many anxiety pills her swallowed.

She laughed in her mirth, going off to see another human deciding it may be time to give old Dave some time out. She flew through above crowds, she was in a city today. She never did bother learning names of locations for she did jump or rather fly around pretty frequently.

The sun was shining and the flowers were blooming- not her preference in weather by any means but perhaps that was the demon in her. All in all it was looking to be a successful day.

She stopped mid flight and floated above the colossal crowds, all impatient to get to the next place sprinkled with remnants of anger, addictions, drunkards, and much more. Wherever the city was it was looking to be a delightful place!

She scanned around before selecting a new target. Baggy eyes, tired expression, possible depression oh yes now this was perfect.

She flew after him thrilled by the chase- and the mere thought of a new client!

Up the stairs through a washed out apartment complex, past the many doors before alas, she caught up just as he walked in and shut the door.

She clapped her hands together, looking around the dingy little complex. It was still clean (odd, he couldn't take care of his own mind, yet his house was unbelievably clean. A possible touch of OCD?)

He walked further in, coming into the kitchen. She spotted them instantly, pills all lined up. Bingo, she was on the money with this one.

Then to his bedroom, he slumped down and switched on his computer, seemingly worn out even though the day was only beginning and just about to get a whole lot more exciting.

She landed on his shoulder, holding onto his collar and taking a breath, so many possibilities! Now, more importantly, what to say?

She settled with the obvious, time to corrupt his self worth!

Though she never got to do that. She had just steadied herself and headed for his ear, when a great hand burst in from seemingly nowhere, and trapped her tightly in a fist.

The breath was forcefully taken out of her as the hand squeezed harsher. Then she cried out at an instant heat. Something was burning! Searing hot! And it hurt. Heat shouldn't hurt Demons!! Nothing should!

"Aww..how pathetic"

She winced, an Angel of course but how?! Why was he even bothering?! She was only a lower cla-

The hand shifted and she was pulled around to a overbearing perspective. And what she was greeted with shook her to her core.

Not just an Angel. A Guardian Angel.

Fuck. No.

If normals Angels were so painfully just and morally correct in their hatred for demons, Guardian Angels amplified it ten fold. They too had wings and all in all looked fairly similar to any regular Angel, apart from their give away, an aura eclipsed their forms. Angels had beauty, but these ones were a new level, porcelain like skin, bright shining golden eyes, eyes that currently bore into her with nothing but repulsion. Angels hated Demons. But Guardians? They loathed them.

Not only that, but the worst aspect, they had the power to wipe any level of demon out, which is what made them so incredibly dangerous.

They could make demons writhe and scream for hours on end, possibly more than any damnation in hell ever could. And now one had her in his grasp. And he looked very pissed.

He lifted her to eye level, as she swallowed, tears beginning to brim at the corner of her eyes.

"A lowly little lower class hmm?"

His other hand appeared out of the blue and it made her yelp. The size difference had never bothered her before. Ever. She had grown so used to it, so why was she so terrified of it now?

The impossibly large hand came into contact and with one sharp nail he pushed her hair out of her eyes meeting her gaze. He smirked.

The Guardian Angel smirked. Angels didn't smirk, they didn't taunt nor tease. They done their duty and left. But this was new. And mortifying. He seemed to watch her as he pinned her wings painfully to her back. Despite the security of flight the drop below was still nerve enduring.

He brought her closer, right before his burning pupils, as the heat slicing through her worsened. He took in a deep breath and chuckled, his exhale brushing against her skin.

"Scared?"

Scared? Scared?! She had never known fear. A demon never felt scared!, but it seemed today was a day for new experiences. Here she was, dying out in a fist bigger than herself. Fear was her newest foe. Fear was what drove her to nod in response. Just as he had put it. Pathetic.

He sneered, seemingly finding this only delightful.

"Good. You should be"

And from there, everything felt raw..and white. At least the pain did anyways. She let out a howling cry, a piercing shriek. She noticed her arms, they were cracking .

She..she was dying.

A new wave of the meaning washed over this situation as did fright. Oh Satan..what..what happened to an Demon in death? She wasn't even a living soul? Was there more beyond this?! Was this it?! Panic seized her and finally she understood. Was this the type of thoughts she instilled on humanity? The self doubting, the fear. What lay awaiting in the foggy unknown?

She was speaking before she could stop herself.

"PLEASE. PLEASE I BEG OF YOU" She writhed.

The Guardian Angels eyes lay still, as he consumed her every wail.

"PLEASE. I- I DONT WANT TO DIE. IM SORRY! PLEASE STOP PLEASE"

Her breaths became laboured and tight, the crackled fractured up her arms and legs, getting closer and closer to her heart.

She wasn't ready to die.

A small tear fell from her cheeks and ricocheted off his hand.

She took one final gasp and then it all stopped.

The hand loosened and opened, as she collapsed in on his palm panting, heaving, shaking like a crisp little leaf.

She grasped her chest tightly as she softly began to sob, her ruffled wings twitched in pain, as they were freed from their constraints.

A warm voice breezed over her, she was closer to his mouth she reckoned.

"In all my lifetime, in all my training. I have never once seen a Demon apologise for their ways. Nonetheless cry. In eradication, many have felt fear. But nothing to this extent. Yet..here you are."

She was quivering as her curled up form hitched at his words. Her cracks were fading. He was letting her live..or so she hoped.

She unfurled slowly, looking up to meet his impossibly large eyes. He was so close.

"A-and I, have never witnessed an Angel who expelled violence"

A small smile tugged at his lips.

"Well, I for one, am not just an Angel, which I suppose you have already taken note off. And never having experienced such violent nature hmm? Must be the low level in you."

Her eyes furrowed as she died them.

"Most Angels I've met don't give me a second glance. I hadn't even done anything yet!"

It was his turn to glare, though she had noticed the venom was fading, replaced by a morbid curiosity. She found herself despising being a Guardians object of interest.

"Yes.. nothing yet. You had every intent on making this man's life a living hell and all for your own gain."

She tried to stand with her fury but pain riffled through causing her to stagger back. The Angel apparently having noticed used his finger from his other hand to curl around her miniscule waist and steady her out, he carefully sat her back down, going easy on her wings, he must have noticed their damage then. She couldn't exactly ignore the fascination lurking in his pupils either.

"Don't try and move. You'll make this harder on yourself, I was intending on killing you after all."

She laughed coldly as she folded her arms across her chest.

"And what. You're not gonna do that anymore huh? I was only doing my damn job!"

The Angel rolled his eyes and poked at her lightly with the same finger.

"As was I. Demons are a plague on humanity, which must be stopped at all costs."

She snarled at this. There it was. The self righteousness

"Well you're no blessing either, you psychopath"

Expectations of the Angels anger to give way were blocked as he could only chuckle deeply once more, his finger beginning to mess with her small body.

"You'll find that I am, quite literally, a blessing. Though perhaps I went a smidge too harsh. You're a tiny little thing, aren't you? I must admit, I've never actually seen a lower class. I'm usually left dealing with your counterparts."

It was her turn to roll her eyes at this. Though at his belittling of her ranking she felt a small spark of rage. She pushed the finger aside, hissing in pain as she weakly pointed up at the gargantuan glowing man.

"H-How dare you!? Fuck you-" She went to stand once more only to feel a shock in her wing, she yelped and let loose a pitiful whisper.

She did not miss the wince in the Angels features, as well as a hint of guilt. Guilt..for hurting a demon..hurting her? Carefully this time he brought his full hand, gently cupping behind her, only to stroke her wings in a soft and calming manner.

"Calm down, you need to stop fighting. The scorches are still wearing off."

She hated that she found herself leaning into the touch, sending a feeling of anxiety to coarse through her. It had only been five minutes and already this Angel was corrupting her mind as well as setting free butterflies that attacked her stomach.

"So..so you're not gonna kill me then?"

The Guardian fell still, his fingers freezing mid stroke.

"It's what must be done. It's what should be done, but you don't seem like a very real threat. So no..It goes against my inner judgement, but no. You will not perish today."

Luciel felt herself ease instantly with the news but met his eyes. They truly were a sight to behold.

"Thank you.."

A acknowledged this with another hesitant smile as he cocked his head, his long blond hair billowing over his shoulder.

"A Demon saying thank you? Lower classes must still posses manners then. But in any case, you're welcome."

She huffed "must you constantly mention my class? It's demeaning"

His head tilted further

"Curious little thing you are. I never knew Demons could feel insulted."

She turned her gaze away in embarrassment, fortifying her response without words, face turning red.

"Or to be oddly cute when angry."

She coughed at this and instantly facing down. His laugh bellowed around them as his hand shifted over her wings once more resuming their stroking, before he paused once more and set a huge finger beneath her chin, tilting her head upwards to meet his gaze.

"My name is Alistar"

He watched her expectedly as she cleared her throat baring her words, now impossibly soft, loosing their malice intent.

"Luciel"

His finger beneath her face left as it lay awaiting infront of her. Her face fell flat as realisation dawned, oh..a handshake.

She outstretched her arm, her hand falling on his finger tip, almost smaller than his nail. Unnerving to say the least.

"Y-you do realise I still have to do my job right, I can't just stop tormenting humans it's kinda what I'm assigned to do."

His eyes sharpened but only slightly, he sighed instead of sneering.

"You must do your duties and I must do mine. But I propose a bargain. You leave this human be, I've put enough work into keeping this place clean and keeping him alive. I don't condone it but as you must resume tormenting humans- from now it shall only be humans however, that show greed and evil. Rotten ideals. Seeing as demons don't care for humanity this shouldn't affect your work. Have at them. Leave the ones just trying to get by. Do this, and I promise to leave you be, as well as whenever we are together worklife shall go on pause. Do we have an understanding?"

She snapped her hand away from the finger with a raised brow meeting the golden eyes with suspicion

"Just what in all the layers of hell would make you think I would be insane enough to want to meet again?"

Alistar chuckled, his finger moving to twirl a lock of her hair, as he ruffled the rest, much to her dismay (which was met with an entertained grin.) The hand shifted as she got extremely close to his face making her freeze completely. He carefully placed her down on his shoulder and delighted in leaving her stranded, forcing her to sit as she could not yet fly.

"Because my little Demon, work can be awfully dull, and I am in need of some entertainment. A friend if you will."

Luciel felt her face flush, she didn't quite know what to say.. but his offer wasn't too..unappealing. But friendship of any sorts between their kind was forbidden, and if this Angel was willing to bend the rules he proved more interesting than the rest.

She'd take the gamble.

"You have a deal."

Hey! Just want to say I'm gonna try get back to writing soon. I just got my first job and somehow that's motivating me to write? Kinda like what happened with the exams, once I have something else to focus on my brain decides to give motivation towards my interests which I haven't touched all summer. (It's either the job or the fact that I just binged Good Omens season 2 and the g/t scene got me thinking about writing again)

I'll try get the next part of 'Part of that World' out soon. In truth I have majority written out but there's a part in it I'm not so sure I like. Only issue is that part is like 1000 words long so I'm not sure I wanna completely take it out. Idk. I might start looking for a beta reader. We shall see!

For now though I just want to say a big thank you for all the support my stories have been getting. It makes me beyond happy to see people enjoying what I have to put out!

Found family g/t is literally the best I love this

Family 3/? (gt story)

First part:

Previous part:

!Warning!

fear, mention of death and potentially eating people, sadness, is rather fluffy I think..

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Mark stood stunned, staring at his husband and the tiny girl in his hand. James laughed slightly at that.

"I felt that way too, calm down babe" he said quietly looking at his husband. James gaze then returned to Lizzie, who was clinging tightly onto the stuffed elephant. It was obvious that Lizzie got scared again seeing Mark, her eyes filled with tears again, which softened the hearts of both men.

"Oh, calm down, sweetheart, it's just my husband, Mark. Don't be afraid, love" James whispered gently, stroking her hair. Lizzie didn't look any more calm. Now she avoided the eyes of both men. Earlier, when she was alone with James and the plushie, even for a short moment she did not feel like James was a murderous beast that humans are, but he felt like a really nice person. Almost like... a parent? No, she should never use that word. Certainly not talking about a human. Now, however, when Mark apperead, she was terrified again and didn't want and couldn't be around humans. Mark didn't seem half as nice as James, he was much taller and more powerfully built.

"W-Where are her parents?" Mark asked his beloved. James lost his sparkle in his eye. He thought Lizzie was some kind of revelation from heaven, their tiny little dream child, but the truth was that she might have parents who were looking for her right now. After all, it was impossible for a child of her age to live all alone. James didn't wish her parents anything bad, but he was silently asking the Universe that Lizzie would need him.

"I don't know..." James muttered under his breath.

"Lizzie, where are your parents?" James asked quietly, stroking the girl's back with one finger. It had calmed her before, but she didn't seem calmer now.

"Returned to the Creator or something.." Lizzie mumbled softly, remembering what Cain had told her. That their parents are already in a better place and they are happy there and they don't have to hide anymore. Lizzie had always wanted to visit them or live with them, but Cain said that there will come a time they will, but it will be in far away future.

The men's eyes widened. Something was wrong in their stomachs now. That poor little girl was... alone?

"Are you..Who's looking after you Lizzie? You're still a little too young to be all alone.." James whispered, frightened by the vision.

"I'm not too little! I'm already 8 years old! And I have a big brother!" Lizzie was indignant at being described as a little girl.

"Big brother?" Mark asked confused. Lizzie flinched. Mark's voice was deep and resonant and didn't remind her of anything nice. Her legs trembled at very the thought of being in front of humans, and here she had to face them and talk to them. James didn't even seem very human, he was kind and quiet, but the other one reminded her that she was in hellish danger right now. She needed her brother to be able to come back home.

"Y-yes, I have a big brother and he is scary and brave and he will save me!" exclaimed the girl with feigned confidence, wiping tears from her ocean blue eyes.

"Save you? From what exactly?" James asked, his voice breaking. He was afraid he already knew the answer.

"Well.. Humans. You know bestial monstrous humans?" Lizzie said in disbelief that these men didn't know what was going on. Mark and James felt as if their hearts had stopped beating for a moment. As if something had died in them. James felt tears building at the corners of his eyes. He felt very sorry for Lizzie and her brother and didn't understand how they could see them as... monsters?

"How old..?" gasped Mark, his voice cracking "How old is your brother?"

"Fourteen! He's big now and he's not afraid of anything!" Lizzie said with a smile, but her legs trembled with fear whenever she made eye contact with one of the giants. Both men's hearts stopped beating properly. A 14-year-old boy taking care of his little sister all by HIMSELF?

"Where is your brother now?" Mark said coolly. Lizzie immediately stopped smiling. His voice sounded... scary. The man, however, had other plans than to scare the little ones. He wanted to find the boy and help him. Help them. He knew that James wanted it too, but he was too jittery with all this information to take the initiative.

"Home" Lizzie mumbled, snuggling tighter into the elephant. The borrower rules she already knew were "don't let humans see you" and "don't tell humans where your hiding spot is if you get caught and you don't live alone." She had already broken the most important one, but she did not plan to say more. She had to wait for her brother to show up to save her.

"Where-"

"Aren't you hungry Lizzie? Why don't I make you some breakfast?" James cut in, interrupting his husband. He though that putting too much pressure on a girl who is on the verge of crying again is not a good idea. Plus he thought Lizzie was like 6 years old and skinny, so if she's 8 she's on the verge of starvation.

"Bre-k-fast?" The girl said, as if testing out the word. As if she was using it for the first time, even as if she was hearing it for the first time.

"You know, the most important meal?" James flinched at her response. Lizzie didn't know why he reacted the way he did, but she found it a little ironic. Instead of her panicking, James looked more scared now. Lizzie just shook her head.

"I'll make... cereal." James mumbled, trying to calm himself down.

"Call my work and say I'm not coming today because I'm sick" he said quietly, turning to face his husband. Mark nodded. James then proceeded to prepare the meal, and Mark sat in his place, smiling at Lizzie, who just hid more, cuddling up to the elephant.

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Cain knew he had to save his sister at all costs. He hoped she was still in the tunnel, but unfortunately she wasn't. Approaching the end of the tunnel, he didn't expect to hear humans on the countertop.

Oh shit. Are they up?! Why so early?! Cain was horrified at the thought. He couldn't hear much from the tunnel exit, but he did understand one thing. They said something about food. The only vision his mind creates told him that Lizzie was supposed to be the main course.

"Over my dead body" Cain whispered as he prepared to rescue his sister.

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Sorry I wasn't posting for long, hope you enjoyed❤️