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The mysterious phenomenon of water droplets turning into flowers is something that is in the devildom.

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It’s Thirteen x reader. I cast Thirteen domination. (Short 350 words)

Some demon confessed to you the other day. It was sweet, at first. But the more you tried to politely decline, the more they clung to the idea, insisting, pressing you. The next morning, they were found hanging upside down from a tree crying for help. Apparently, the magic that had a hold on them only tightened the further they struggled, refusing to listen to their pleas to let go. Unlucky.

Another demon from your fan club asked so boldly to take a photo with you, and once you finally relented only to get them off your tail, they scattered away to use it for bragging rights. When they walked into class the next day, they looked like they’d aged a century. They flinched at the smallest of sounds, constantly scanning the room as if a trap would spring at any moment. They sat far away from everyone else, and didn’t speak a word— they were practically mute. It seems like paranoia doesn’t make you any more confident. So much for so being bold.

And to the demon who sent 66 love letters to you the other day? Detailing how they watched you, admired you, noticed every detail about you, now sent in 666 complaint letters detailing various traps scattered around the building, threatening to leave the school premises if it didn’t stop. The complaint followed through and the demon soon left the premises for their own safety and paranoia.

Thirteen doesn’t really care who she tests her traps on, an exception is that sham of a sorcerer, but this method makes it easier to make way and spend time with you. What an amazing solution, in fact she’d love to show you the finalised version of the trap she’d used on the demon who had the nerve to pester you the other day. Then she’ll treat you to a new cafe that opened up, you can thank her properly once you get there by recommending what you’ve already tried, she’s been curious and dying to try something you’d recommend.

You’ve got great taste, after all. You chose her.

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Thirteen loves freedom. Her symbol is a butterfly which also represents freedom. She speaks her own mind, dresses her own style, lives on her own terms and rather spend time alone so others aren’t a problem.

MC in contrast who felt as if they’ve lost their freedom. Who felt burden ever since S2 (ironically Thirteen's first unnamed mention the lesson before the disaster) and since then were bound by duty to hone their sorcerer skills to protect the human/ 3 realms.

They'd caused damage to it. If they don't work hard to atone and protect the 3 realms they should have been the one stabbed instead

By S4 they were essentially blackmailed into joining the student council and since then worried about contributing with council duties, appearances, demons and their opinions on a human in power, nobles convincing Diavolo the human is a threat, RAD students protesting, Sorcerer’s Society who don’t trust them, all while still keeping up with Solomon's classes, continuing to improve their magic, keeping up with RAD classes and homework, and fitting in as the good human who brings everyone together, spending time with their— when was the last time they've spent time with their friends and loved ones? Once you think about their situation returning from the NB timeline it gets even worse. They still have to figure out what happened and who Nightbringer is, all while MC’s powers spiked up and were then tested by the ones they trusted and while there’s clearly tension between the 3 species & realms.

And then there’s Thirteen.

Thirteen exists outside it all. A reaper who isn’t bound to the Devildom, Celestial Realm, or Human World. She’s also said to be different from other reapers and operate her own way. She’ll only ever involve herself if it interests her —which mainly includes you— but otherwise she doesn’t care for the most part.

MC somehow makes enough time to spend with Thirteen at times in a cafe or walk around shopping helping her find new trap materials. Thirteen doesn’t ask anything from MC except their presence (and compliment her traps, of course). MC doesn’t feel like a threat, burden, or see expectations laid out for them. Even with all her chaos and unpredictability, it somehow brings a sense of comfort. Anyone else would question whether you’re right in the head for that. But with Thirteen MC feels something they don’t feel often anymore: Freedom. They admire her sense of freedom and relish in theirs when they have time to spare with Thirteen. It won’t break them free or entirely unbound, but it makes them feel less trapped. Less alone. They’re not alone.

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i was supposed to post this on lesbian visibility week but i forgot

anyway heres a redraw of that one art i made

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Reapers don’t place too much importance on marriage. To them, it’s another part of the human cycle. A means to unite two souls and often spark the birth of new ones. Although, in the more recent century, it’s a more personal vow to share one another’s days and trust one another to stay until the day their candles burn out. Demons, on the other hand, use it as a symbol of power, a declaration that their legacy will remain for many more centuries. To keep up nobility and heritage, prove their demon blood strong enough to remain in power.

And that’s currently the topic you’re rambling about. Going on about a wedding ceremony you attended, it was an invitation from a family friend the other day, “the arch full of flowers was beautiful… I’m pretty sure they were peonies” you went on recalling details of the venue. So if she made a trap that’d explode into flowers would that impress you? No, that’d look like some wizard trick, something that ridiculous sorcerer would pull off, she’d have to do better. But it was noted— flowers, peonies specifically. Recently Thirteen found learning even the smallest things about you compelling. She’d made a hobby out of it. While she was also interested in your big guarded secrets, she found every single detail about you mesmerising to learn, even the small, mundane ones. Every piece that contributed to your shining soul, every detail, every experience, she wanted to know it all, after all.

You, meanwhile, were taking full advantage of today’s “Thirteen Time” as you liked to call it, one of the rare moments where you’d actually catch Thirteen at RAD while you were free. You were grateful the subjects which were bound to be more hectic and cause later problems would take place after break. Except, not even half a day has passed yet and you were already waiting to pack up to go home.

Which is why you were glad, currently sitting under trees you and Thirteen were sat on a bench, away from the overcrowded cafeteria. Thirteen was enjoying a box of sweets she’d gracefully accepted from you which you’d handed her as a gift from the wedding venue given to all the guests. You wondered if reapers really didn’t have any dietary repercussions with her preference for anything sweet in snacks or dessert. Catching Thirteen up on all your day-to-day shenanigans, or simply events like this one, felt like you could let go of responsibility a little, although… you wished she were also involved with your day-to-day life more. Well, she was, but under the burden of work whether it was council, RAD or sorcerer training it's hard to see someone when you don't live with them. Live… living together would be nice. Although it wouldn’t work out. Thirteen liked her own space, although she also considered you as her own space.

“Hellooo? Otherworld to MC?” Thirteen called you out of your thoughts and you blink, refocusing your gaze.

She was pouting, clearly offended you’d decided to opt out mid conversation. Perhaps if you’d let her know your thoughts were still focusing on her, she’d feel more forgiving, give you a teasing comment and move on. Except you haven’t felt like you broke out of your own thoughts completely yet. You were aware, but mind still slightly clouded, or was hazy the right word? You glanced over at the flowers planted behind the tree. They looked familiar, like pom poms from a further distance. Are they similar to or the Devildom equivalent of peonies? I wonder…

“What kind of flowers would we get at a wedding?” You thought— out… loud. Suddenly reality hit you and you were overcome with a sense of having to justify yourself in the moment. “I… meant since we were on the topic of wedding but my actual question was what’s your— our aesthetic decoration sense!”

Thirteen blinked at you. “A wedding? Would we really need one?”

Ah. Right. As a reaper, maybe she’s never thought the concept applies to her… The need to justify yourself still lingered. “Well— I mean, it’s just a human thing so it’s fun to think about…”

Thirteen's expression seemed unimpressed for a moment.

“Hm, well aren’t they a hassle? A celebration thrown for others to enjoy themselves while the ones standing make promises they hope to keep. Promises are nothing if you have to shout them in front of a crowd to make them real.”

You blinked. Maybe the sharpness of her words caught you off guard. After all… you did hope to, well… maybe it was because she swept aside something you found kind of… beautiful. Your gaze dropped to your hands, fingers curling slightly in your lap. Maybe it really was just a human thing. But still…

“I don’t think the vows are a performance… well at least the ones I’ve gone to, the vows seem to be genuine and you’re supposed to see no one else but each other… a promise you’ll stay with each other. No matter what. It seems really nice. Or at least that’s what I think.”

Thirteen was quiet for a second. Then she looked at you, thoughtfully. And her expression changed, still focused on you but with a layer of excitement.

“Well, if the human tradition is making vows, wouldn’t you say we’ve already accomplished better? After all”, she went on, leaning towards you with a smile. “you’ve promised your soul to me, an oath not even death will achieve doing us apart” She was practically gleaming and pleased at mentioning so, you could tell, even without her leaning into you smiling with accomplishment as if she’d hit the jackpot— which she absolutely did consider with you— she always brightened at the mention of your soul.

As the words settled in your chest, your heart blossomed, and you felt your heart lift and reach for her, leaning in to kiss her.

A vow that’d last for eternity. A promise to be bound together, as long as time lasts.

Eternally yours.

And maybe, Thirteen thought, she wouldn’t mind playing along with the idea of a marriage after all, not if it was with you. You’re her only exception, of course.

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Vamp 13

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“AAAH! AAAAAAH! I CAN’T HEAR YOU! I CAN’T HEAR YOUUUU! Don’t say his name. Just hearing it makes me sick to my stomach.”

— Thirteen about Solomon (Chapter 80-17)

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late thirteen for maid day

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a thirteen for an art assignment :3

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Thirteen the reaper 🫦🫦🫦

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lazy doodle (still on artblock) (if you couldnt tell) (help)

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Thirteen plushie

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reaper girl and robot sweetheart

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sleepy