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Red - Trey, Jamil, Rook, Vil, Leona, Ruggie, Lilia and azul

How would they react if their master was killed?

Thank you so much!

Btw I really love your pet au!

Colour: Red - Master gets poisoned, shot to death with a bullet, targeted in a car crash, drowned, stabbed, and shot through the head with an arrow. Lots of blood. Also Azul bites his own tentacle.

Trey

He's shocked to his core when you drop onto floor after taking a bite into the tart he baked, convulsing and foaming at the mouth. He stands frozen in place, terrified as you heave one last time before finally falling still with a slump. A sob tears itself out of his mouth, and he looks toward your unfinished tart. He didn't put anything in it...It wasn't him. But no one would believe it.

Leona

A loud 'bang' sends the crowd screaming and rushing out of the ballroom. He barely manages not to get trampled on from the stampede of well-polished shoes. Once the dust settles, he peers out from the table he hid under. And his blood runs cold to see you dead on the floor, blood pooling beneath your head. The attacker was here for you, and possibly him in extension.

Ruggie

He jumps away in the nick of time, but you weren't as quick to react. There's a sickening crack as the incoming car crashes into you. He curls up by the sidewalk, trying to get the image of you crumpled in a pool of blood out of his mind. He should have...pushed you out of the way, or shielded you with his body. Something! Now you're dead, and he's got nowhere else to go.

Azul

He sobs hysterically in his pot, shaking from head to tentacles. He was just making an Awakening potion like you asked him to, but when he swam to the surface, you were floating in the water, eyes wide and empty- He screams at the memory, biting into one of his tentacles to quiet himself. There were puddles on the floor outside the tank, signs of a struggle. It wasn't an accident.

Jamil

He tugs and tears at his hair, hyperventilating in the corner of his room. He should have checked, double checked, triple checked!!! But he didn't, he got careless and lazy. You've been safe for so long, surely no one would think to harm you? You trusted him to do his job right and ate the food that he didn't make! Only to breathe your last breath hours later, confused and alone.

Vil

He wakes up groggily, reaching up to smooth out his bedhead. He listens for your breathing, but picks up on nothing. Maybe you woke up early. He turns over, and shrieks to see you staring right back at him, a knife in your chest. He throws himself off the bed, shrieking again when warm blood hits his cheeks from the movement of the blankets.

Rook

He hums to himself as he strolls out into the farm for his archery practice. No, your horse-riding supervision, of course. He pushes open the door to the stables, tiptoeing in with the hopes of jump scaring you. He looks around for your familiar face and stumbles at the sight of you slumped against the wall, an arrow in your head. His bow lies on the blood-soaked floor almost mockingly.

Lilia

In a sick way, he's happy to have seen your dead body first. The others saw you too late, and were quickly met with the same fate. He rushes out of the mansion with only a rucksack hanging from his shoulders. Shouts ring in the distance, children crying and guns blazing. He focuses on running away for now, pushing away the memory of your dead eyed stare from his mind.

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Diasomnia - Pet AU

Warnings: Mentions of being disowned(?)/thrown out, abuse, starvation, being put down

Malleus Draconia

"You have it better than the rest of your kind. Be grateful."

Being born as a Draconian fae means riches more than some humans earn, a plush bed, good food, and so much attention than he knows what to do with. Malleus knows that he's had a very good life, compared to pets that are abused daily, starving on the streets, or worse, put down for reasons completely out of their control.

But it also means hours upon hours of his caretakers fussing over his makeup so he looks perfect for parties, numerous meetings with rich humans eyeing him like a pricey gem, and a sinking sense of loneliness that comes with being envied. Malleus knows he's had it better than most, yet his heart aches. For what? He doesn't know.

"Just another day like all the rest."

Lilia

"Why is this happening to us? What did we do to deserve this? No!"

Master Vanrouge, Master Vanrouge, Master Vanrouge. Lilia has served the noble Vanrouge family for generations, so long that his masters' faces start to blur into one another. They look just like their fathers! He didn't mind spending his days polishing china and dusting shelves of books that were never touched, but admittedly, he was getting bored. Then a war came, and it came with change.

It's a miracle he escaped with his life, and for that he's grateful. There's nowhere for him to go, so he simply follows the wind. One day, he found a stray in a forest, starving and freezing to death in the winter's cold. He bundled it up in his cloak, and kept marching ahead for the next shelter.

"Time always passes by much too quickly. It won’t be long before these days turn into nothing but memories to reminisce about."

Silver

"It's alright! I'll be taking care of you now. Don't be scared."

He's sleepy. Always so, so sleepy. Back when he still had a home, he had tried to stay awake for his master, he really did, but he just couldn't help it. It isn't a surprise that he ended up on the streets, though he was hoping to at least be abandoned in the summer to have somewhat of a chance to live. He hoped for too much.

He wasn't expecting to wake up in a warm room, buried under old blankets and a thick cloak. Then again, he always did wake up to the weirdest situations. He sat up to see someone shuffling about in a corner in front of a bubbling pot, humming to themselves. It smells rancid. He swallows nervously.

"The little birds are singing so joyously. I think it’ll be a nice day today."

Sebek

"You'll understand someday."

Today's training is challenging, but when ever is it not? Studying, cooking, cleaning, he'll accomplish everything to the best of the abilities! It is only expected of him after all.

He prides himself in being able to follow instructions to a T, but who's to say he doesn't have his own endeavors? Humans are surprisingly weak despite having so much power, so as a companion type, he takes it upon himself to train in order to be able to protect his future master. Who knows what dangers lurk about?

"Did you see that!? Look at the progress I made!"

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Ignihyde with an affectionate master

Colour: Green - Mostly fluff!

Idia

Idia hasn't been kissed or cuddled for a long time. He freezes up every time you hug him with a squeak, the tips of his hair burning pink. Not that he hates it or anything! He's just not used to it.

Despite being wary of your love, he doesn't think much of your displays of affection. Plenty of people like to spoil their pets, especially house pets, so it's not such a rare occurrence like some would think. But that doesn't make him any faster with being comfortable receiving your affection! Please be patient with him, he hasn't had a good time at the shelter.

He loves to be held in your arms, head in your chest as you stroke his hair. It's warm, safe, and he manages to relax for a while. If you start singing, he might break down into tears.

Tldr; He's a nervous one. Be cautious when showing affection.

Ortho

He hasn't been shown affection since... But then he starts working with you, and finds that he likes you much more than his other handlers. You're nicer, and actually let him play once in a while! Don't tell anyone, but you might be his favourite handler.

He isn't able to actually feel it when you touch him, but he feels the sentiment! He still appreciates positive reinforcement despite being a cyborg, he's been programmed to act like a child after all.

Headpats are his favourite form of affection to receive from you. He beams every time you put your hand on his artificial hair. At some point, he'd even start coming up to you and list the impressive things he did that day in hopes of getting a headpat. Maybe he is a little love-starved...

Tdlr; The child responds well to positive reinforcement.

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Ignihyde - Pet AU

Warnings: Implied starvation, nihilistic thoughts

Idia

"It's alright, Idia. It's going to be okay."

If he had faith in humans before, he certainly didn't now. His master lied to him. She said she'd find a good home for him and Ortho. And look where he is now, in a shitty shelter, and not even Ortho by his side. Fate was a cruel, cruel thing.

He curled up in his cage, shrinking into himself with each yowl from an injured pet. The food wasn't worth it, neither was the water or a bed. He'd rather die for all he cared. Then he could see his old master again... And maybe Ortho as well.

"The fact that you’re here in a place like this… It seems like you’ve been abandoned by the Goddess of Fate."

Ortho

"I'll find you, Ortho. I swear."

He certainly makes an odd companion type, but when it comes to serving his purpose as a nurse, he's the best of the best! With data from 100,000 books stored inside him by default, he's practically a walking encyclopedia, very useful to the doctors he works for.

He walks back to his charging port for the night, sitting to stare out of the window for a moment. Living in the hospital isn't so bad, but sometimes he can't help missing his big brother. It would be better if they could live together...

"Data of all the basics of medicinal plants and drugs is stored in this body. Please use me to your convenience."

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not sure if the event is still on, but can i get a fluffy(green) for azul about how he’s so well taken care of and happy that when the master brings him outside (to accompany shopping or something) and people mistake him for a trophy pet with how beautiful he is and asks if he was expensive? he would be so proud of himself in the inside lmao sorry if its weird i love your pet au so much qwq

Colour: Green - Mostly fluff.

Azul is so, so pretty. It's such a shame that he doesn't believe it because his old tankmates found his tentacles ugly and thought it would be a good idea to tell him. He doesn't know how to respond when you tuck his curly lock behind his ear, cheeks tinting pink as he stutters out a thank you.

It's fine if he can't think of himself as the beauty he is, even in his human form. You can't rush him. He'll heal in his own pace. Still he lets you brush his hair, dress him up in smart suits and line his eyes with lavender. Deep down he enjoys the attention, enjoys being treated like something precious.

He's always envied the mermaids with multicoloured tails and sparkly fins. Everyone loved them.

He's out shopping with you one day, holding onto your arm as you walk through a shoe store. He's trying not to bury his head into your shoulder to hide from the flourescent lights when someone comes up to you with a friendly smile.

"What a pretty pet you've got there! Was he expensive?"

He freezes up, grip on your arm tightened, torn between puffing out his chest in pride and hiding behind you in embarrassment. He ends up smiling weirdly for ten whole minutes.

Maybe with this, he'll start to believe you when you call him your precious pearl.

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Heya can you make something with azul who and up crying in front of his owner and so now is scared to go back to the shelve. You can make the owner kind or not like you want :)

Somewhat of a continuation to Home?

Colour: Yellow - Azul has something like a panic attack.

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The days pass by uneventfully. Azul makes himself useful, cleaning and cooking with practiced expertise. You take him grocery shopping, granting him a few hours to explore town as he pleases. Somedays you start to feel lonely and invite him to watch a movie with you. (He squeaked and protested at first, but gave in surprisingly quickly. You guess he needed the break too.)

Today is a day like any other. Azul is part of your life now, seamlessly fitting himself into your daily routine.

You're waiting for Azul to finish cooking dinner, doing whatever it is you do in your room when you hear a loud crash! You rush out to the source of the sound, finding Azul frantically picking up the broken pieces of a glass, murmuring inaudibly to himself.

As you get closer to him, you can make out what he's whispering. "You stupid octopus. Look what you've gone and done now. You ruined it. You ruin everything. You-"

"Azul?" You interrupt him mid-rant. Out of concern of course.

He jumps back with a yelp, one of his feet narrowly missing the scattered shards of glass. "Uh- Um, Master! This- I-I'm cleaning up, please don't come any closer!"

"Okay." You stay rooted in place.

"This is for your safety..." He turns back to pick up the glass, and you don't miss the way his breathing quickens under your gaze. He tenses up more and more as well. Before long, you hear the tiniest sniffle.

"Azul?" You call again, now feeling very concerned.

"Yes?" His voice comes out wobbly and terribly, terribly anxious.

Is he...crying? "Don't mind the glass. Can you turn around for me?" You weren't the best at comforting, but this can't be too hard, right?

To your dismay, Azul puts down the glass and turns around as if it pained him to do so, showing you his tear-stained face. "I'm sorry," he mumbles weakly.

"What for?" You're about to tell him that he doesn't need to apologize, that accidents happen, that you could just buy a new glass and-

"For breaking one of your things!" He starts to hyperventilate. "You've been so nice to me, and this is how I repay you? I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Please give me another chance. I'll do better, I promise. I'll do anything"- he chokes on a sob - "Anything for you to keep me. Please keep me."

You shush him gently, shuffling forward to wipe away his tears. "No, no, its okay. I'm not going to return you. You're not going anywhere."

He sobs, hands clamping around your wrists as if he can't decide whether he wants to hold you closer or push you away. Your heart breaks with his.

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Home

Raffle prize for @sookiechan1~! I'm gonna be honest. Could this have been better? Yes. But would the delay have taken weeks, if not months if I chose to write this some other time? Also yes. Anyway, enjoy! Colour: Green/Yellow - I tried to make it as fluffy as possible, but ended up putting some mild angst in. Oops. Word count: 733

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“Rare merfolk, eh? You got an eye for the exotic?”  

“Something like that.” You weren’t expecting the manager themselves to come tour you around the rare merfolk section of the shop, but you suppose it made sense.  

“Alright!” They lead you right past the regular merfolk section of the shop, and you almost felt bad for the ones who swam out to peer at you, only to droop in disappointment when you hardly spared them a glance. But the manager pays them no mind, so you swallow down your sympathy. 

You follow them into a dark room, where a big tank sat in the middle, decorated with rocks and kelp. This one has a cave too, and strangely, a large clay pot.

“This is Azul’s tank, home to a rare octopus merman. But I’m sure you can fix that,” the manager sends a wink your way. “He’s a house pet type, and has been described as organized and hardworking. Though his earlier records have notes of him being quite emotional.” 

You come up to the tank to look for him. The lights are turned down, and it’s hard to see past the shadowy rocks and kelp, but you keep squinting anyway. And then, when a wave of kelp sways to the side, you see him. A mop of silvery curls, blue squared eyes looking up at you as dainty hands uncork a little vial. 

And of course, a mass of inky black tentacles, each moving with a mind of its own. One reaches for a caged shrimp, another hovers over the steaming cauldron in front of him. You watch in awe as he throws a few ingredients into the bubbling water and it turns a bright lime green. He glances up at you, then turns back to his potion and dips the now open vial in. You're about to turn away when he swims up to the edge of his tank where you stand, meekly offering the now glowing green vial to you. 

“A heath potion,” the manager explains with a smile. 

“Why, thank you,” you take the offered potion and Azul bursts into spots of pink, nodding quickly and darting off into the shadows of his cave. So he was showing off to you. How cute. 

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Azul looks anticipatingly nervous all the way to your house, clutching his suitcase to his chest as he stares out the window. He probably hasn’t been to this part of town before, hence why he so curiously keeps his eyes glued to the passing trees and buildings. He almost pouts in disappointment when you tell him it’s time to go. Until you tell promise to take him around town sometime, and he brightens right up again. 

He navigates awkwardly through your house, constantly looking around as if your things would start falling at any moment. Maybe he’s still getting used to his human form. However, the way he struggles to remember what some of your common household appliances are used for tells you that he hasn’t been picked up a lot as well. 

If that’s true, you wonder why that is.  

“This is your room,” you lead him to an empty guest room, furnished with only the bare essentials. “It’s very plain for now. Let’s decorate it slowly starting from next week!” You’re interested to find out his choice in décor as well. 

“I...get my own room? You would let me occupy one?” He looks at you apprehensively, as if afraid you would tell him that this was just a joke, that you were going to order him to sleep on the floor of the living room. Maybe he even hoped for you to.  

“Yes,” you reply genuinely. You’ve never had a pet before, never even taken one home, but you feel the need to be gentle with him. 

He sets his suitcase down and looks around the room disbelievingly, then finally back at you. “Thank you.” His voice cracks a little at the end, and he looks mortified. Almost cutely so. 

“You’re welcome,” you smile soothingly.  

He freezes for a moment, eyes blown wide and shining as if he was seeing something truly miraculous for the first time, then flashes a smile so wide you wonder if his cheeks hurt. You nod awkwardly, and leave him be to get settled down, pretending not to hear his sniffles when you close the door behind you. 

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Octavinelle - Pet AU

Warnings: A line of bullying, mentions of being put down, lowkey yandere(???)

Azul

"No one will want to buy you! Gahaha~"

To be a house pet means to serve, to comfort, to be worth your master's money. Unfortunately, no one wants to buy a crybaby, ink-spitting octopus, even if he is a rare species of merfolk.

He hates it. Hates that he's so scared and sobby all the time. If he could just keep his emotions in check in long enough, someone would give him a chance. He's not even stupid or incapable or anything! He can cook, he studies well, he can even do advanced spells! If only he could be better, become the best version of himself he could possibly be. Maybe then he would be bought and loved.

"Were you able to see how brilliant I am?"

Jade

"Jadeee. You're getting picked up again?"

He knows why so many masters have returned him after the trial period. He's not a bad companion, he knows how to serve. To cook, to teach, he's mastered that long ago. It's what he does in his free time that scares them. Brewing poisons to 'polish his skills', trapping bugs and killing them for fun, obsessively tending to the garden for hours...

He is returned after the trial period, without fail. Back to the shop where he was picked up, and back to Floyd, always waiting for him. There is only one person in this world that he pledges his loyalty to. If it means being put down, he doesn't mind, as long as he's with Floyd.

"My apologies. I’ll strive to live up to your expectations."

Floyd

"I hope we can be bought together someday."

It's a miracle he hasn't been put down yet. He's fickle and whiny and breaks too many things for fun, so of course no one would want to buy him. But he can't bear to leave Jade yet, so he tries to behave when he does get picked up for a trial period.

Eating, sleeping, being beat for not doing his homework day in and day out. It's so boring. He pouts by his spot next to a window, peering out at the bustling street. Another week before Jade comes back.

"I don’t wanna do anything boring. Let me do as I want."

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Pet AU lore - Heartslabyul

@roseheartsed A layer of angst you can't put your hand on? Lemme guide you, hehe.

Besides the obvious sadness of breeding, training, and selling the boys as pets, I tried to incorporate some struggles they have into the AU as well!

The first line for each of the boys' parts, in italics, is actually something their loved ones said to them that they remember the most.

"You have to be perfect to be bought."

For Riddle, it was his mom telling him to be perfect so someone will buy him. Out of all the boys, he is the one that truly believes he has no purpose outside of serving his master. He was bred for it, trained for it, what is he if not the perfect pet?

"Take care of your siblings, Trey."

For Trey, it was one of his parents telling him to look out for his siblings.

Or maybe it's because he can't bear to part from his dear siblings yet.

This line implies that he's been carefully downplaying his abilities so no one will officially buy him. So he can take care of his dear siblings a little longer.

"You're such a rascal. Heh."

I was thinking Ace's older brother said that to him. I imagined Ace clinging to his brother's pants, threatening him not to go. And Big brother just smiles, ruffles his hair, but leaves in the end.

"Please. Don't fight anymore."

This was the saddest to write. The whole fight for your place thing was to incorporate his delinquent background. And his mom makes him strive to be an honors student, or in this case, a good pet.

I thought to incorporate his absent dad as his mom's master that abandoned her by the shelter where he got her from. And because she's too old to likely be adopted again, she was put down. So that sends Deuce into the mindset that he has to be a good pet to be adopted, and kept for good.

"You're so cute, Cay-Cay! Someone will buy you for sure."

I don't think Cater's sisters really want to be cruel, they're just misguided in their attempts to help him. I incorporated his dislike of sweets here where they bring him way too many because of his strict diet. They just want to spoil him!

He chokes down another cherry pie for the day, all alone in his room, watching the house pets chase a ball around in the gardens.

Also, as a trophy type that's supposed to look pretty, he isn't allowed to play like the house pets. So that makes him feel left out and stifled, you know?

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Heartslabyul - Pet AU

Warnings: Mentions and implications of being put down

Riddle

"You have to be perfect to be bought."

Born and raised as a specially bred companion, Riddle has been working hard all his life. Etiquette, cooking, studying, exercising, it never ends. But it's nothing he can handle. He'll keep working hard, until he becomes deserving of a master he was bred for.

There are lots of responsibilities that come with being a companion type. Serving the owners of the shop, keeping the other pets in line, showing off his capabilities to potential masters, it's nothing he can't handle. The same can't be said for the others', however, so he takes it upon himself to remind them of the rules. He's just helping everyone out.

“Of course I’m the best. It’s not something to be surprised about.”

Trey

"Take care of your siblings, Trey."

It's not so hard to be a house pet. Play with your master, comfort your master, just be there for your master. Like a good pet should. He's not special in any way, not exceptionally good or terribly bad, which is probably why he hasn't been officially bought. Or maybe it's because he can't bear to part from his dear siblings yet.

Keeping his siblings out of trouble, honing his baking skills, greeting new customers, that's his routine for now. Lots of potential masters take him home for the trial period, but ultimately return him to the shop for a better pet. He just wants to live a peaceful, comfortable life. Preferably with a master that isn't too hard to please.

“Let’s hope nothing bad happens today…”

Ace

"You're such a rascal. Heh."

Being a house pet is such a chore. Not as much as being a companion type, but still. Studying, cleaning, practicing cuddling, training to serve a master that will probably take him for granted. He can't remember the last time he wasn't collared for being naughty, but at least he's enjoying life instead of worrying himself to hell and back like some others.

But a pet's only purpose is to please their master, and this world has no mercy for useless pets. He's getting old, with no signs of behaving anytime soon. Who knows? Maybe the owners might decide he isn't worth being kept alive anymore. He'd better clean up his act soon.

“I’d rather not get all heated and serious about things."

Deuce

"Please. Don't fight anymore."

To live in a shelter means to fight for your place. Food, water, a bed to sleep on, everything is limited. He didn't like picking fights per say, but he couldn't deny the proud, self-assured feeling he had every time he went to bed with a full belly.

But a painful reality check was due one day. When his mother was dropped off by the gates of the shelter, he only had a day with her before the workers dragged her away. She was too old to be adopted again, useless. And no amount of fighting could bring her back. That's how he learned. Fighting would earn him a bed, not a master. And he knows what he has to do to survive now. To be the perfect pet, so no one will abandon him.

“There’s a lot of things I don’t know yet. I’m going to learn everything I can little by little.”

Cater

"You're so cute, Cay-Cay! Someone will buy you for sure."

To be a trophy type is to be a performer. To refer to oneself a certain way, to speak a certain way, to act a certain way. He doesn't have to cook or clean, just look pretty for his future master. He supposes it's not so bad.

If his sisters didn't insist on helping him out. Trophy types have to maintain a desirable figure, so he's under a strict diet. His sisters bake, bringing him pie, cakes, and tarts. He chokes down another cherry pie for the day, all alone in his room, watching the house pets chase a ball around in the gardens. He's tired of sweets. And he's tired of sitting around.

“What? What? You wanna know more about me? Mm, what should I say~?”

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new game: put your sexuality in the tags and what sauce you eat chicken nuggets with

im a lesbian and i only trust ranch

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Bro Ted bundy was hella ugly and the fact i had to read that just shows how fuck up out generation is

Ted bundy isn't ugly, you're just a lesbian

Congratulations, this is the worst ask I’ve ever gotten

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I used the name of my character instead of my own and surprisingly it actually kinda matches her vibe

MUN GAME!

Rules: Google/search your name + your favorite color + the word ‘aesthetic’. Take the first four (non collage) photos and voila, you have your aesthetic moodboard! Then tag your friends and moots to join

Tagged by: @anomieheld​ ( I obviously stole it. )

Tagging: @aethxreus​, @stestylius​, and @rhyra​

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Fuck all the assholes who are homophobic

Reblog if you're not homophobic

Every url that reblog’s will be written in a book and shown to my homophobic dad. 

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Nerves from the garcello mod.

Its just such a bop I cant stop

ATTENTION

If you see this you are OBLIGATED to reblog w/ the song currently stuck in your head :)

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Pride

"Don't feel bad for feeling it, you should embrace it."

The gloved hands the man wore rested on your shoulders. that were all to familiar. The fabric, the bright red its comforting in its own way.

"You made your dreams happen, your allowed to be prideful"

His words always hit its mark and you soon smiled knowing he was right. You accomplished your goal, you made your dreams a reality. The feeling of pride filled you as he spoke again.

"How about I take you out for dinner to celebrate?"

Looking over your shoulder to the raven haired demon you nodded

"Id love to lucifer"

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Reblog if it is alright if I come to your blog and anonymously confess something to you.