JJBA fluff/One-Shots

Esidisi {Strange Magic}

You stalked the halls of the large library, remaining hidden between the tall shelves of old books. You had retreated to the very back, the section full of old biographies that no one cared to read. The dust seemed to thicken the air, the particles floating around you. You sighed and scanned the shelf, placing your hand on an old red book. It wasn't like the rest of the books. It was bound with a thick, scaly leather that almost seemed to glow. It was thick, holding at least 1,000 pages.

You slowly pulled it out of the shelf. The material felt strangely warm in your hands. You brushed your thumb over the pages.  You looked back into the empty space where the book used to be. 

"Boo." A deep voice said from behind you. You had to bite your tongue to keep from shrieking. A dark, clawed hand reached around you and stroked your hand. "My, you have good taste, but let's not open that." He took the book from your shaking hands. You slowly turned to face him, almost scared of what you would see. 

He was tall. Very, very tall. And handsome. A dark orange X was painted over his sculpted face. He had light blue, fluffy hair that stuck out against his dark complexion. Nestled in his hair were two black horns, curled like those of a ram. They seemed to glow with a light you couldn't describe. His blue eyes sparkled with a kind of mischief. 

"Sir, I'm sorry, I don't think I know you," you stuttered. 

"Oh I know you quite well. Don't worry, you'll know me soon enough," he winked. You raked your brain for any memory of this strange man. You had never seen anyone that looked like that and you had never met anyone that could appear from air. Wait. 

You did remember something. When you were a little younger you were absolutely obsessed with the dark arts. Magick was still a part of your life, but you no longer scoured old books for summoning charms and information about old, dangerous deities. For a while you had a book about low ranking gods that were usually referred to as powerful demons as people had stopped recognizing them properly. There was one in particular that you were obsessed with. You sucked in a breath and stared at him in disbelief. He smiled and placed the book back on the shelf. 

"So you do remember?" 

"Yeah," you squeaked. He took a few steps closer, pressing you against the wall of books. He flooded your senses, his scent hung in the air as you stared into his blue eyes. He wet his perfectly plump lips and glared back down at you. You shrunk back as he placed his hand by your head. He leaned in, his warm lips ghosting yours. 

"You never sealed the deal. You went through such trouble to pull me to this place, yet you never finished what you started." You shivered and took a deep breath.

"Esidisi of the flame, I offer you rein of my earthly body in exchange for your guidance in the forge," you said shakily. You jumped when he started laughing. He pulled back and clutched his stomach, doubled over with laughter. 

"You want to sell me your body," he paused and glanced up at you, "to learn how to forge?" You crossed your arms and leaned against the bookshelf. You stuttered a little before he interrupted you. "I can teach you to forge for free. Just about anyone can."

"But-" He placed his hand on your jaw, careful to not burn you. 

"I am not summoned often. People summon me to destroy their enemies, to grant them godly weapons and make them invincible. I have destroyed armies in exchange for a small temple in a forgotten country." He gave you a sympathetic smile. "That's not what you really want, is it?" 

"Lord Esidisi, may I ask for your personal protection?"

"That's a new one. I'll have to consider it. In return?"

"I'll give you anything," you stuttered out. He cringed a little and laughed.

"Never offer a demon anything. All I want is your word." He gave you a surprisingly soft smile. "Promise me you will never let another touch those pretty little lips of yours."

You blushed deeply as he pressed a clawed finger to your lips. 

"Okay," you stuttered, "I promise."

"Then we have a deal." He swiftly leaned in, pressing you up against the wall. He placed a hand on your hip and parted your lips with his claw. You felt his plump, perfect lips meet yours in a delicate kiss. A kiss that would seal your fate. He moved his hand to your jaw and pursed his lips against yours. You wrapped an arm around him and pressed back, unsure of how exactly you had to kiss him. You knew you needed a kiss to seal the deal, but did that mean a quick, chaste kiss or an hour long session of french kisses. All you knew was that either way, you were really enjoying it. It was a lot more fun than signing a contract in half a million places. 

He pulled away, licking his lips with a black tongue. He grinned down at you and planted a light peck on the corner of your lips. 

"Just for good measure."