oh-soo-diabolik

[oh-soo-diabolik]

reblogging this bc yes

Sakamaki kanato aesthetic:

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Lovin' you was lethal, guess that makes me evil .♡

@animefanliz Since I knew you loved kanato this is for u💜

[oh-soo-diabolik]

Chibi teddy bear

This boy is psycho cunt 💜😩

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untitled one shot

words: 2.1k will probably add more idk

Her hand grazes the handle of the large front door, twisting it open with a look of dissatisfaction; the door falls from its hinges, tipping over into the manor as she pushes it open. She sighs, practically hearing her card swipe once again.

‘Great, another thirty thousand plus yen I have to dish out’. [YN] wasn’t entirely sure why her aunt left such an old and unkempt estate in her name. Notably with only seventy-two million yen to her name; the renovations alone were going to cost half of that. [YN] knew she had no intentions of doing this project by herself, or in general at that.

If she had it her way, she would’ve sold the land for a hefty profit.

With her keys in hand, [YN] enters the ghoulish house; descending its long hallways, brushing her fingertips along its muted gray walls. With her hand to her face, she noticed a lack of dust. Her eyebrows cocked with confusion. “That's weird, it seems like someone’s been keeping the manor itself in expeditious condition, from the inside at least.’ she began to ponder. Something felt weird, unsettling even.

It was an uncomfortable feeling, one she couldn’t seem to shake. A fit of paranoia wrapped itself around her, coating her with fear . Her aunt’s bee Ghostly footsteps shuffle behind her, causing [YN] to turn and face the source of the sound. But there is nothing there to greet her. Undeterred, [YN] continues to ascend the halls of the manor. n dead for three years, so why was the house’s interior seemingly untouched by years of neglect?

Scanning the room and its contents in its entirety, she notices the portrait of a man with long snow-white hair and bright golden eyes, towering behind a woman and young boy with identical snow-like hair, the only difference seeming to be their crimson-colored eyes and the boy's expressions of uncertainty. The woman, who [YN] could only assume was the child’s mother, expresses a look of confusion and displacement.

“I wonder if auntie knew these people.” she mutters to herself. She reaches for the portrait, running her fingers along its golden embedded frame. Its rough edge penetrates her skin with a thin splitter of stain golden hide glue. Hissing in pain, she retacks her hand peering down at the small slither of hide embedded into her now sore finger. “Fuck, how old is this frame?”

As She gingerly removed the dagger-like protrusion from her finger, drops of crimson blood stained the polished wood beneath her. The pain slowly subsided, allowing her to gather her wits. Yet, as the metallic fragment clatter onto the floor, a chilling hush befell the room, briefly interrupted by the faint echo of footsteps behind her.

Turning towards the sound, her breath caught in her throat, her heart aflutter with trepidation. But there was a naught to greet her, save for the daunting void that enveloped the abandoned halls of the manor. A shiver ran down her spine, yet she refused to let her fear invade her resolve.

With unwavering determination, she proceeded up the labyrinthine corridors, their faded grandeur a testament to a bygone era. Cobwebs draped the portraits that lined the walls, veiling forgotten stories beneath a shroud of neglect.

As if someone intentionally left the stories to fade into the history itself, as if ashamed of its impact. And so, the portraits remained, untouched by the caretaker’s diligent hands. The house’s neglected condition only added to its air of mystery, causing [YN] to wonder what secrets it held.

Her eyes wander along the portraits, before coming to a halt, she stands in front of one particular picture. Her face expresses her disbelief upon seeing the snow-white haired man now standing alongside her aunt. [YN] questions the possibility of this being a mere coincidence, considering that the previous portraits of him were several centuries apart. Her aunt’s blonde hair and piercing sherbet eyes sent a shiver down her spine.

“Wait a minute, that’s not the same man.”

[YN] becomes suspicious as she notices that the man in the portrait is not the same person she expected. She narrows her eyes and approaches the portrait, realizing that it depicts the boy with striking red eyes instead of the golden-eyed man she unconsciously anticipated.

Perplexed, [YN] begins to wonder how such a thing could even be possible.

Studying the portrait, [YN] couldn’t help but become captivated by the man’s vibrant crimson eyes, drawn to his cold yet sad gaze. Her hands reach for the portrait, unmount it from the wall.

[YN] turns it over, opening the latches that keep it secured in its frame. Carefully, [YN] removes it and scans the back of it, reading the caption;

‘Master Sakamaki Subaru and Lady Yukimura Kome, nineteen thirty-seven.’

[YN] couldn't help but feel a mixture of curiosity and confusion as she held the photograph in her now sweaty hands.

The image showed the boy, no, the man with the crimson eyes and a woman, who she could only assume was her aunt Kome. However, what puzzled her the most was the fact that the photo seemed to have been taken decades before her supposed aunt’s birth.

The date printed on the photo, "Nineteen thirty-seven," kept drawing [YN]'s attention, practically taunting her.

The once serene air around her, now fills heavy with anxiety and panic. Grappling with the unknown and its uncertainty that accompanied it, something about this photograph groomed her with distress. As doubt began to creep into her thoughts, she couldn’t help but question if this was just another alabrite joke her aunt thought of on her deathbed.

A twisted and cruel joke.

But it was unimaginable that someone she trusted would play such a cruel and heartless trick on her, let alone the woman who raised her.

Though her aunt had always been a bit of a mischievous woman, she wouldn’t do such a thing, not in a time of grief nonetheless.

Her breath hitched as she felt a gentle gush of wind caress her cheek. The sudden aroma of woody musk and spice filled her nostrils, sending a shiver down her spine. It was as if nature whispered secrets into the air before wrapping her into its suffocating embrace. Her eyes close, allowing her to immerse into its comforting smell.

Turning her head, [YN] finds herself looking down the manor’s east wing. As she gazes down the seemingly endless corridor, a sense of curiosity washes over her. Taking a deep breath, she attempts to calm the fits of anxiety fluttering her chest.

The soft moonlight filters through the grande expansive windows, illuminating the polished floorboards with an inviting and soothing warmth. With a lump of anxiety in her throat, she carefully folds the photograph and slips it into her cardigan’s deep pockets. Mentally preparing herself, [YN] sets off down the halls, guided by its lingering woody aroma that permeates the air around her.

With each echoing step, she begins to ponder the previous life of the manor’s owners. She couldn’t help but wonder what they were like, what kind of family that walked these very halls she is now exploring. With a deep breath, she mutters to herself;

“Here goes nothing.”

In a state of unease, she stood within the dreary confines of the manor. Its walls, painted with a somber shade of gray. The eerie silence that enveloped the place, only seemed to intensify her feelings of insecurity.

Her footsteps echoed through the empty halls as she cautiously made her way forward. With her eyes bulging outward to a peculiar sight, a man no older than twenty-seven with blonde-hair falling messily over his forehead. She wasn’t entirely sure if she should be relieved that she wasn’t the only human presence or if she should be running towards the manor’s long broken exit.

In an attempt to gather the little courage she had, [YN] grabs an old vase that was conveniently placed to her left, in hopes this would be enough to save her from the possible outcome. She hesitantly steps towards the sleeping man. Eventually finding herself mere feets away from him, [YN] peers down towards the man’s pale-colored face.

"Hey you!" She called out to the man, trying to wake him up. She anxiously waited for his reply, but to no avail, he remained motionless on the couch. Holding onto the vase tightly, her grip becoming increasingly tight, she found the courage to call out to him once more. "Hey! You, on the couch, are you alive?".

As the words echoed through the room, a sense of urgency filled the air. The man's stillness was unnerving, his unmoving figure a cause for concern. With each passing second, her heart thumped louder, and her worry grew stronger. She wasn’t entirely sure what to do.

As [YN] took a step closer, her eyes scanned his face for any signs of life. The lines on his forehead remained undisturbed, his closed eyes betraying no flicker of consciousness. The room seemed to hold its breath, awaiting a response.

Startled by the man’s sudden awakening, [YN] dropped the vase without thinking, causing it to shatter on to the ground. She watches as the man’s tired eyes flutter open, revealing its bright-glaucous color.

“Who are you?” The man asked, glancing at her cowering figure with a look of annoyance, before a smirk formed on his face. “Well woman? Are you going to answer me?” He titled his head curiously, waiting for her response.

“I’m [YN] [LN].” She whispered, her voice trembling with fear and anxiety. Her cowering figure seemed to shrink even more under his cold hardened gaze. As if her very existence was nothing more than a burden. His stoic face only fueled her anxiety, making her shrink even more.

Her eyes begin to dart around the room, desperately seeking some form of a distraction, but to no avail, she shifts with anxiety. Her suffocating fragile ego did her no justice. [YN] knew she couldn't stand up against this intimidating man. Swallowing the lump of anxiety that strained her, she looked up to meet his gaze.

“I am the owner of this house, and you are not welcomed here. Now I advise you to leave before I call the police.” She sternly declares, “You don’t scare me.”

The man stands from the sofa, towering over her with an intimidating presence, he sniggers. “The owner? Last time I checked, this is my home and my couch. Who are you, little human” He hums with curiosity, as a smug grin plasters his pale face.

Her eyes widened with disbelief, as she struggles to comprehend the man’s antagonizing words. Who had died and made him king? For all she could know, he was a mere squatter, taking refuge in her home. She takes a deep breath, hoping to gather her thoughts and put them into words.

“Look, this house was left to me by my aunt Kome Yukimura.”

His chuckles turn into hearty laughter that echoes through the room around them. He was amused, truly amused at her sudden burst of courage. He wanted to see more of her sad attempts to control the environment around her. The man watches as her once cowering figure, stood tall with ‘courage’ and ‘bravery’.

“Kome? Yukimura? I heard of no such nam–oh, oh.”

Her eyebrows forward as she eagerly waits for his response, “What do you mean, ‘oh’? Did you know my aunt?” She spurs.

“I guess you can say that, but Subaru is the one to ask.” The blonde mutters as he sits down back on the sofa. “isn’t that right, Subaru?”

Her eyes scan the room around her, as her gaze stops on a man around twenty-four with snow-white colored hair, causing her breath to hitch. “The man with the snow-white hair and crimson eyes.” she mutters.

“Who is this woman, and why did you let her in, Shuu?” The man, dubbed ‘Subaru’, asked. He watches as the man, now dubbed Shuu, shrugs in response.

“I guess the scent of her blood piqued my curiosity.” Shuu says as a smirk tugs his lips.

“My blood?” [YN] mumbles as she eyes her pricked finger before turning to face Shuu. “How can you smell my blood? I merely pricked it back at the entrance.”

“Yet, the single droplet of your blood stains our floors.”

“Enough, I don’t feel like hearing you talk anymore, your voice is annoying me.” The voice of a third man interrupts the bickering trio.

A man with deep violet hair and tired looking violet eyes mutters with a frown plastering his face, he was surely no taller than five-six <Kanato>. “Who’s this?” he asked with a tilt to his head.

“Enough, why are you guys in this house? This house was left to me.” [YN] begins to panic, her eyes switching between the three men.

“Left to you? Who even are you!” The violet hair man hollers, his voice cracking with anger.

“I—I’m calling the police.” she says.

“That won’t be needed, I know who you are; you’re that woman’s niece. Though I can tell you didn’t get her looks.” Shuu grins.

“Why don’t we sit and talk about this?”

“Gladly.”

[oh-soo-diabolik]

Hello sorry I was wondering if you got my matchup if not the basic summary of it was I'm a 5'11 female,I have insomnia and narcolepsy,I have adhd and autism,so sometimes I can have high levels of energy almost like a news reporter,but sometimes I am so quiet some people don't recognize I'm there,I am also a story writer and a artist so when I get free time I work on games or stories with my art and writing,I am also a person who likes to explore abandoned places,I also like to sew and love stuffed animals,I am slightly chubby and have sharp teeth kinda like a weird vampire/shark mix idk how to describe it,and heterochromia,I also have a undercut to help manage my long hair which kinda poofs up like pinkie pies hair from my little pony(I wish I were joking the death of many combs and brushes and prove otherwise T_T)in morning after I wake up.

Sorry if this is too long or complex I'm not great at wording myself in descriptions because of my abnormal appearance sorry if this sound bizarre but it is what I look like.

I glad you resubmitted it! I’ve been having a hard time trying to figure out how to access my messages; but i’ll leave the match up here ~

and I ship you with…

Sakamaki Reiji

and

Sakamaki Kanato

Reiji:

Seeing you’ve mention you are autistic, I feel Reiji would be the one would is able to understand (from a logical perspective)

Will probably have you sew and write in his presence when he’s having tea.

I feel like, Reiji would like a person who’s reserved and have some traditional hobbies.

He’s kind of intrigued that you are able to work on games.

Will probably disagree about you exploring abandoned places; but he’ll allow it, as long as he’s ‘shadowing’ you. It puts him at ease

Reiji is a tall man, so a tall s/o tickles his fancy 11/10

Kanato:

I will say, Kanato would probably be annoyed that you’re so much taller than him.

He’s the one who will tag along to these abandoned places, he seems like the one who’s not bothered by them.

He’ll probably demand you sew him some dresses, or even join in with sewing dresses with you.

You have issues with sleeping? Great! So does he, except long nights up with him.

He won’t understand why you fancy working on games, but he’ll definitely respect it.

Your high energy will probable tire him out. But he’ll attempt to handle it, id recommend blowing off steam in one way or another.

This is short so i do apologize, todays been a bit crazy, but i hope this is to your liking!

[oh-soo-diabolik]

Hi I'm wondering if you have any headcannons or a scenario (whatever works best for you!) if Subaru had a younger biological sister who he has got a soft spot for. She's like the same age as him so around 15/16 but she's sweet and kind, loves animals and 'cute things' and she loves subaru. She's also got a feisty side and is just as sadistic as her older brothers.

Just kinda wanting some soft, brother subaru content! Love your blog ♡♡♡♡

The Sakamaki’s having a sister Subaru’s Age.

- I feel like with her being sweet and kind, Yui/MC is going to lean towards the sister.

<I head canon Yui/MC is ‘fruity’, or bi-curious>

Being the youngest, the sister, dubbing her ‘Hinako’, she is not Karl’s favorite. < But is Subaru’s favorite because of how much kinder and nicer she is than everyone else >

Best believe, Subaru will not allow her to date. Dubbing her as ‘too innocent’

I think Hinako would definitely be the most sadistic amongst the seven of them. With her sweet demeanor, her brothers view her as ‘weak’ or sensitive.

Hinako would definitely be the scariest topiss off, similar to her brother Subaru, Hinako is very destructive. She throws things all around the room, screaming and yelling.

Hinako doesn’t like being ‘angry’, is 8/10 a peace maker.

Subaru is the only brother who willing avoids getting her pissed off, 11/10, if she’s upset best believe he’ll attempt to ‘calm her down’

Hinako’s favourite brother is Subaru

Subaru’s favorite and only sister Hinako

12/10, these two blast music that will piss off everyone else.

Hinako isn’t a fighter, she’s a lover, but if she needs to fight best believe she will.

Despite being seen as a pushover, Hinako is the one who gets into the most fight.

Subaru and Hinako are the fighting duo, if you attack her, you attack Subaru. <good luck to the mean girls at school>

Hinako would probably be confused about her sexuality; so she talks to Subaru about it.

Comes out to Subaru before anyone else

Subaru is definitely an lgbtq+ ally; will swing at any given chance if someone calls Hinako a slur.

I’ll probably write a one shot about this, just cause this answer doesn’t really show the dynamic between subaru and hinako.

[oh-soo-diabolik]

one shot preview 😉

Her hand grazes the handle of the large front door, twisting it open with a look of dissatisfaction; the door falls from its hinges, tipping over into the manor as she pushes it open. She sighs, practically hearing her card swiping once again.

‘Great, another thirty thousand plus yen I have to dish out’. [yn] wasn’t entirely sure why her aunt left such an old and unkempt estate in her name. Notably with only seventy-two million yen to her name; the renovations alone were going to cost half of that. [yn] knew she had no intentions of doing this project by herself, or in general at that.

If she had it her way, she would’ve sold the land for a hefty profit.

With her keys in hand; [yn] enters the ghoulish house; descending its long hallways, brushing her fingertips along its muted gray walls. With her hand to her face, she noticed a lack of dust. Her eyebrows cocks with confusion, ‘that’s weird, seems like someone’s been keeping the manor itself in expeditious condition, the inside at least.’ she begins to ponder, something felt weird, unsettling even.

It was an uncomfortable feeling, one she couldn’t seem to shake. A fit of paranoia wraps itself around her, coating her with fear . Her aunt’s been dead for three years, so why was the house’s interior seemingly untouched by the years of neglect?

Scanning the room and its contents in its entirety; she notices the portrait of a man with long snow-white hair and bright golden eyes, towering behind a woman and young boy with identical snow-like hair, the only difference seeming to be their crimson-colored eyes and the boy's expressions of uncertainty.

As the woman, who [yn] could only assume was the child’s mother, expresses a look of confusion and displacement.

“I wonder if auntie knew these people.” she mutters to herself.

[oh-soo-diabolik]

can you please whip me? I would greatly enjoy it coming from you :)

mm..beg for it more will you? Then I’ll reconsider.

[oh-soo-diabolik]

what a beautiful picture, still growing 👽

[oh-soo-diabolik]

complexion of god chapter iii

“Your putrid scent gave you away. Now what do you want, you dog-demon.” Reiji’s voice sounded with a feeling of annoyance, his cold crimson eyes stare at a man with ash blonde hair and tanned skin.

Glimpse of hatred coats the man’s hazel colored eyes, he is appalled. The man’s once chipper mood turned sour as his cat-like eyes narrowed, feeling the little patience he had slip away from his body.

“I see you’re still as bitch-y as per usual. I came here to talk business, there’s no time for bullshit and you know this, Reiji-sama.” The two men stare eye to eye, their heights practically identical, with only a mere inch difference.

“Oi, where’s that woman?” A new voice chimes in, causing the two men to turn. Standing with hands in pocket, Ayato is eyeing the two power houses. “Oh shit. Ryo Soseki, where have you been, loca?” His bold green eyes glistened with mischievous innuendo.

“I hate— wait, woman? Who's this woman you’re talking about?” Ryo’s ears perk with curiosity, twitching with the sudden shift in the atmosphere. The energy itself was suffocating, it didn’t take a ‘dog-demon’ to notice that either.

“Ah, she must be the source of that warm vanilla scent. Truly intoxicating if you ask me.” Ryo smirks, maneuvering past the two, as he starts towards the end of the hall.

“Where do you think you’re going? You mutt.” Reiji sneers teleporting to him within moments, followed by the now angry redhead, Ayato.

—

Her eyes flutter open, the sight of a pastel pink room surrounded her, stirring her with unease. ‘I wasn’t here before, who’s room is this?’ Pulling the covers from her body, [yn] slowly places her feet onto the cold ground.

The sounds of soft chiming attracts her attention. A large French door, glowing as it stands in the middle of the room. Though she could see through its windows.

She couldn’t help but question, why was there a door in the middle of the room anyway? The French doors display a field of flowers and a crimson moon.

She begins to ponder where exactly the door leads to. Without a second thought, her hands grab its handles and push the doors open. The scent of mildew and damp cloth greets her, twisting her face with a look of disgust.

‘This must be a dream.’

Her legs carry her through the doors’ entrance, stepping on damp grass as she finally enters the field of flowers and as the moon’s crimson light shines over her face.

Everything was beginning to feel too real.

Her eyes fixate on a man with snow white long hair and matching long white rabbit ears. Her face colors with white, as she notices his piercing eyes, burning into her skull, “Subaru?”. The man looked at her with a look of confusion. It wasn't Subaru, he didn't even look like him. His eyes were an emerald-green, his once white hair was now a crimson red.

“Heh, Subaru? Do I look like that idiot?” He asked, peering down at her, waiting for her response. [yn] shakes her head slowly before she rubs her eyes to remove the guck of sleep.

Her eyes meet the man’s figure once more, his once crimson hair was now blonde. He had the brightest of blue eyes, earbuds resting in his ears, “What a weird woman, come on, I'm getting tired standing here.” He mumbles, grabbing her hand, pulling her along down the field of flowers.

“W—where are we going?” she utters out, staggering to keep up with the now much taller man. His eyes glance at her confused expression,

“You’re not your usual self I see.” His sudden fast pace came to a halt, as they arrived at a small well kept cottage. “Come on, you’re probably getting sick.” Releasing her hand, he enters the house.

Only nodding, [yn] follows shortly after him. She watches as he disappears into a back room near the entrance of the kitchen.

She sits silently on the small sofa, her hands resting into her lap, as she looks around the cottage. She notices pictures of her and a man with crimson eyes and shoulder length white hair, his arm resting around her hips.

“Nfu, why are you following me, Bitch chan. You know I can't sleep without you.” The once tall blonde man was now much shorter, his hair as red as blood and bright green eyes.

“What’s going on?” She mutters in confusion, the man shrugs, “I figured you’d want to cuddle.” he smirks, putting his hand out for her to grab. She stands to her feet and follows him into the back room.

“You’re acting a bit off, don’t you think?” She turns to face him once more, his hair violet, and eyes a piercing violet colored eyes, accompanied with bags under his eyes.

“I guess so, I think I need to rest.” she says, resting against an iron coffin-like thing.

“You think?” His voice was unrecognizable, yet so familiar. With moments of silence between them, she flutters with a look of exhaustion. Her eyes practically rolling in the back of her, she collapses onto the ground beneath her.

“That was much easier than I thought.” Reiji struts into the room, as it begins to fill with every bridge except one, Subaru.

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// I remember when I told my Japanese friends that I’m afraid of Kanji and what I found surprising is how they were all like “Don’t worry about it, sometimes we mix them up or forget them too” and I was really curious about that until I realized THIS.

Context: Ayato wanted to try Yui’s drink and Yui got embarrassed because that’d be an indirect kiss.

For reference, kansetsu means indirect BUT when written as 間接. However, the writer accidentally mixed it up with 関節, (it is still pronounced as kansetsu) which actually means joint——

I get that everyone makes mistakes and there’s nothing wrong with that but it’s just so funny how it went from indirect kiss to JOINT KISS. 😭😭

Yui: (This is a joint kiss…)

Definitely not, but how innovative~! xD

[oh-soo-diabolik]

updated chapter two on ao3

peak of what’s been added.

She couldn’t tell whether he was being generous or selfish. Upon meeting them in the dining room, it’s energy shifted with discomfort. It was cold, unwelcoming even. Tonight’s dinner went untouched by the brothers, except for perhaps one of them that actually ate. [yn] wasn’t entirely sure why she didn’t question them and their odd behavior. Now as she sits in Reiji’s room, sipping tea with him, she feels awkward, scared.

“Are you alright?” he asks, placing the fine china down on the table before him. [yn] shifts her gaze to his face. To no avail, she couldn’t see him, his face was nothing more than a blur.

“H-huh?” she spurs, his words scattering throughout her head, distorted and incoherent. Desperately looking around the room, she notices its distorted and blurry state. It didn’t feel real, she didn’t feel real.

“Cnafay yuofay reahfay emfay?” his words juggling as he speaks, or so she hears. Staggering to her feet, [yn] feels for her surroundings. Trying to focus on something, anything. His eyes watch as [yn] stumbles about, bumping into everything in her path.

“R—what’s going on? I-I can’t see clearly.” her heart fluttering with anxiety, [yn] grasps the dead air around her. Trying to piece together her thoughts. The sound of Reiji startled her, causing her to flinch at the touch of his cold hands.

[oh-soo-diabolik]

Hello! So this may be a silly question, but I wanted to read the first chapter of your fic Complexion of God but when I click the link in your bio it says there’s no works there? Am I just silly and missed the memo or am I meant to click something specific?

Hope you’re having a good day!

That’s my fault! I completely forgot to post it, so later today (aka, minutes after getting this message).

I will be adding it there and linking it in a post for you guys.

As well as combining chapter 2/2.5 so it’s more pleasant for you guys.

Reminder this work will be edited it and extended on AO3 😽🩵. So go ahead and check the link now.

It should work!

[oh-soo-diabolik]

part 2.5

<a/n: had a massive headache and had to split up the chapters. but here’s the full chapter two now. Reiji foreshadows some crazy events.>

warning: drugging, <reader has a bimbo-ish moment>, accusations of noncon (but it does NOT happen)

The walk alone stroked her with a feeling of displacement and anger. Though, she couldn’t help but wonder, why is she the core focus of all of this? [yn] just wanted to meet Subaru’s family. “I see you’re terrible at holding conversation.” Reiji slowly opens the door to his room, stepping aside to allow her in.

“Oh, sorry. I’m just confused about why I’m here in your room. I just met you.” she spurs, a smirk tugs at his lips.

“I merely said I needed to talk to you, not when exactly or where. You willingly followed me.” Her face twists into a look of realization, as she soaks in his words. His eyes flash with a sense of bewilderment, the years he’s spent starving; Subaru was practically feasting on a personal blood bank.

“Since you’re here, I’ll treat you to some tea. What’s your preference?” He unbuttons the two top buttons on his designer dress shirt, walking towards his dresser, he stops turning to face her.

“Well?” he pesters.

“Early Grey, three sugars.” She replies, eyes wandering the room, [yn] takes her seat and waits. Humming in approval, Reiji begins to prepare the tea, once finishing he sets them down on the tables.

“Ah, so you’re not completely classless I see.” He mutters sipping on his cup, his cold eyes studying her face. The closer he looked the more he noticed her defined features, from the pout of her lips to the way her eyebrows knitted when she’d be anxious. If Reiji didn’t have such vampire-elite senses, just looking at her, he knew she was a mess.

An imperfection, someone he wanted, no, needed to fix, to mold into a proper woman. “Uhm, Reiji?” Her voice grounds him, clearing his throat, Reiji crosses his legs, placing his hands into his lap.

“Pardon me, I was just thinking. I'm sure you’re familiar with thinking, right?” He smirks, leaning back into his seat as he watches her cowering figure. Gritting her teeth, [yn] picks her cup and sips it.

“Yes, I’m very familiar, my grades can reflect it too.” She sneers, she was a brat, but Reiji didn’t really seem to mind.

“Anyway; what is your relationship with my brother?” He asks, [yn] chokes on her tea before staring at him in disbelief. Truth be told, she wasn’t entirely sure herself, but she did hope Subaru would label it something. At least when talking to his family.

‘I don’t know.’ Is what she wanted to say, “Uhm, that’s a bit personal.” he stares with a blank expression.

“I'm well aware—that’s why I asked.” He stops for a moment, checking his watch. “It seems to be getting late. I’m sure you’re tired. We’ll continue this tomorrow. You’re dismissed.” He waves her away, [yn] nods in response, standing to leave.

She stops and looks at him, “That’s something you should ask him, not me.” He hums watching as she leaves the room.

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(part 2.5 linked)

complexion of god | chapter two

[this chapter is short, I’ll be writing an extended version on AO3]

He hated everything about his family, the way they cared so little for their food source. The way his father insisted on forcing them to fight for the throne. A throne no one really wanted, except for Reiji.

The second eldest, strived for the throne and the power that came with it. Subaru wanted a simple life, a life where he was able to be free from the grasp of his father. He hated the idea of being a pawn of his father’s games. Now he sits in the dining room with his brothers, [yn] still sleeping peacefully in his room.

“So, I see you finally brought her.” Reiji says as he cuts at the steak on his plate. The butterfly has trapped itself in the spider’s web.

“Against my will, yeah let’s say that.” Sneering, Subaru grabs the fork on the table, poking at the plate before him. Now that you were here, you were free game. Looks from his brothers burn their way into his skull.

“Nfu, how long has it been? You know, since our last sacrifice?” Laito taunts him, picking further into the depths of his anger. Gritting his teeth, Subaru slams his fork down.

“Fuck off, pervert. Is this dinner done? I have things to do.” He mutters.

“Like what? Fuck [yn]? Heh, we all heard you. I’m almost jealous of you.” Shuu snickers, he watches as Subaru flush with embarrassment.

“Listen you good-for-nothing, save that conversation for after dinner. Your words sicken me.” Sneering, Reiji then clears his throat. “We have preparations for the upcoming party we have to discuss.”

The sudden smell of warm vanilla floods the dining room, they watch as [yn] enters the room. Bowing and spurring apologies, [yn] hurries to her presumed seat, next to a certain purple haired man. “I’m so sorry, I’ve overslept.”

“I see you’ve finally joined us, late none the less but here.” Reiji shrugs off her presence and overwhelming aroma.

“You smell sweet.” Turning, she’s greeted by the appearance of a man with dark under eyes and purple hair. “I’m Kanato, you must be [yn]-san.” she nods in response, placing her hands into her lap. She anxiously waits for someone else to speak, the man besides her feels her chest with unspoken fear.

“O-oh, thank you.” She mutters.

“Don’t mind him.” Subaru says, itching with anticipation, the white haired man watches as [yn] picks at her nails. A habit she only did when nervous, yet there was nothing he could do to comfort her.

She was free-game.

“Don’t talk about me as if I’m not here.” Kanato snaps at his younger brother, his hand quickly reaches for the fork beside him. Standing to his feet, Kanato was prepared to jump and attack.

“Enough, dinner’s over. [yn], see me after dinner, I need to talk to you.” Reiji says, “Alone.” Subaru’s teeth grits in anger, ‘She’s free game’ Laito’s words brought him no comfort, he wasn’t entirely sure how exactly he would explain the situation to you. Nodding your head, you sneak bites of dinner, watching as one by one the brother’s go on their way. Leaving only you, Reiji and Subaru together.

“[yn], I’ll see you in my room.” Subaru says, before exiting. Grinning more to himself than anything, Reiji stands to his feet. “Follow me, it’ll only take a minute of your time.”

As he said, she followed him to his room. She wasn’t entirely sure what exactly he needed to say or tell her, but she wasn’t going to question it. Not after what she heard in the dining room, she knew her fate. She just wasn’t entirely sure if she could accept it.

How did someone so close to her lead her to her death?

[oh-soo-diabolik]

complexion of god | chapter two point five [2.5]

The walk alone stroked her with a feeling of displacement and anger. Though, she couldn’t help but wonder, why is she the core focus of all of this? [yn] just wanted to meet Subaru’s family. “I see you’re terrible at holding conversation.” Reiji slowly opens the door to his room, stepping aside to allow her in.

“Oh, sorry. I’m just confused about why I’m here in your room. I just met you.” she spurs, a smirk tugs at his lips.

“I merely said I needed to talk to you, not when exactly or where. You willingly followed me.” Her face twists into a look of realization, as she soaks in his words. His eyes flash with a sense of bewilderment, the years he’s spent starving; Subaru was practically feasting on a personal blood bank.

“Since you’re here, I’ll treat you to some tea. What’s your preference?” He unbuttons the two top buttons on his designer dress shirt, walking towards his dresser, he stops turning to face her.

“Well?” he pesters.

“Early Grey, three sugars.” She replies, eyes wandering the room, [yn] takes her seat and waits. Humming in approval, Reiji begins to prepare the tea, once finishing he sets them down on the tables.

“Ah, so you’re not completely classless I see.” He mutters sipping on his cup, his cold eyes studying her face. The closer he looked the more he noticed her defined features, from the pout of her lips to the way her eyebrows knitted when she’d be anxious. If Reiji didn’t have such vampire-elite senses, just looking at her, he knew she was a mess.

An imperfection, someone he wanted, no, needed to fix, to mold into a proper woman. “Uhm, Reiji?” Her voice grounds him, clearing his throat, Reiji crosses his legs, placing his hands into his lap.

“Pardon me, I was just thinking. I'm sure you’re familiar with thinking, right?” He smirks, leaning back into his seat as he watches her cowering figure. Gritting her teeth, [yn] picks her cup and sips it.

“Yes, I’m very familiar, my grades can reflect it too.” She sneers, she was a brat, but Reiji didn’t really seem to mind.

“Anyway; what is your relationship with my brother?” He asks, [yn] chokes on her tea before staring at him in disbelief. Truth be told, she wasn’t entirely sure herself, but she did hope Subaru would label it something. At least when talking to his family.

‘I don’t know.’ Is what she wanted to say, “Uhm, that’s a bit personal.” he stares with a blank expression.

“I'm well aware—that’s why I asked.” He stops for a moment, checking his watch. “It seems to be getting late. I’m sure you’re tired. We’ll continue this tomorrow. You’re dismissed.” He waves her away, [yn] nods in response, standing to leave.

She stops and looks at him, “That’s something you should ask him, not me.” He hums watching as she leaves the room.

Three.

Two.

one.

A loud thud echoes throughout the halls. Grinning, Reiji approaches her unconscious body. “I think I perfected the portions this time.” his hand grabs her small wrist, pulling her upward, he lifts her into his arms. “But the real question is, does the after effects work?” he mutters to himself.

“Nfu, what a sick man you are, Reiji.” Laito stands in front of him, arms crossed. Daggering him with looks of amusement.

“Stop this overthinking nonsense, I'm not you. Now move, I have other things to attend to.” Reiji sneers, his arms squeeze her unconscious body against his.

“And what exactly are these ‘other things’.” Ayato’s presence feeds the already tense atmosphere. Reiji glares at the second eldest triplet, sizing him up and down.

“I’m merely taking her to her room. Now excuse me, I’m on a tight schedule.” He vanished with her sleeping form, teleporting into a muted pink themed bedroom. With one swift movement, he tosses her onto the bed.

“What a disgrace, I nearly lost my composure in front of them.” Reiji confessions.

The years of starvation, forcefully drinking such low-quality blood practically steered him into a feral frenzy. The anger and frustration ascends from his core to his chest, his throat itching for the feeling and the taste of her blood flowing through his mouth and into the pits of his stomach.

He was thirsty..

This was only the beginning of the end for [yn], and he knew it, he just didn’t care. Reiji wanted to be the one to suck her dry of her blood. But it wasn’t going to be easy. Not with a certain someone watching the shadows of the estate.

“Just come out now.” Reiji sighs.

“Damn, what gave me away?”

[oh-soo-diabolik]

Reblogging this for your match-up !

I ship you with…

< i went left field with this but bear with me>

Sakamaki Kanato

As weird as it seems, hear me out! Kanato is the kind of person where he’d probably prefer someone who is honest and as you stated blunt. In the games themselves, (referring to HB mainly), Kanato is a straightforward guy.

As we all know, he likes to sing, as do you; although you sing and don’t really prefer to sing in front of people, Kanato would 11/10 demand you sing, only because he thinks it’ll bring you two ‘closer’.

Kanato manages to pull you out that shell, forcefully that is. The more he learns about you the more he gets intrigued.

He’s never met someone who could speak Greek. It wouldn’t be unusual for him to start learning himself.

Similar to Ayato, I feel like Kanato would love to sneak diss his brothers in another language. It makes him feel superior, not to mention, it means it’s more of a chance for him to keep you to himself.

Though, I know with Kanato being reserved; he’s prefer a softer tone when you speak. Unless you’re defending him against his brothers, though we all know he doesn’t need it.

Hi! I was searching for matchups and found a post of yours which said something about matchups, do you still do matchups? If so, I’m not sure if they’re open or not but if they are open, what information is required to request for one? ^^

Hi~

Yes I do match-ups! My inbox is always open.

The only thing I ‘require’ is an idea of what your personality is, some people describe their looks and hobbies or personality type even<~>

<remember guys, i write one shot request too x>

[oh-soo-diabolik]

hi dear! i hope you doing great! <3

I was wondering can I have a diabolik lovers matchup please?

i’m a girl, aries, enfp, my pronouns are she/her. i could be really shy sometimes due to my bad anxiety, but mostly i’m very sweet and bubbly person, i deeply care about my friends, and i’m super affectionate with people who i love. also, my love language is physical touch!!! i’m also very sensitive and emotional person, but i’m fully open with my feelings only with close people in my life. my height is 5’5, i have a petite figure, have some boob, long brown hair and green eyes, i would describe my style as a hyperfeminine, but i also love to dress cozy! i’m polyglot and i speak 6 languages, and i’m studying linguistics in uni. my other passions are makeup, cinematography and music ofc! i’m obsessed with rabbits and bunnies and all the bunny-themed items! i love cute things, such as clothes, accessories, makeup, stuffies and etc <3

hope it’s okay! sorry for my grammar, english isn’t my first language. i hope you have a nice day <3

Your English is amazing~

I ship you with…

Sakamaki Ayato

As an Aries himself, you two bond almost instantly, but not in the way you think. It starts with him bullying you, yes you see it Enemies to lovers deal here. He would like that you’re not too short, but also annoyed that you’re not ‘short’

<this man is 5’9”, thinking he’s 6’4”>

With physical touch being your love language, Ayato would use it to his advantage. He gives me clingy vibes, I mean, constantly needs to be touching some part of your skin.

Whether it’s holding pinkies, or holding your hand. He’s weird about it when he loses skinship for too long.

Definitely will demand being taught every language you speak. Only because he wants to be able to talk shit about his brothers knowing.

Would definitely be fighting with Kanato for your attention. When you first pick him, he’s shocked, he figured you’d pick Kanato over yours truly. With that being said, he’ll always following you around or have a familiar follow you around; especially whilst in school.

[oh-soo-diabolik]

May I request a reaction? Laito's S/O comes home carrying a cute human redhead. "Laito-kun! I got you something! Let's share them, maybe make an evening of it?" The redhead waves nervously: "Hi."

He was a manipulator, he knew what he had to do to make you listen. After days of ignoring you, Laito is surprised when he sees you leading a young red haired man/woman into the estate.

A grin plasters his face, watching as you approach him. Your face covering with a look of desperation, you wanted him to be happy. This was the only way you could do to get him to speak, to say anything.

You begin to wonder, was this really going to work? You could only hope, your body couldn’t handle the constant manhandling of each brother, you wanted him to protect you.

But how could he do so if he constantly left you alone and ignored you? You were desperate, stooping down to his level was the only thing you could do. You had to abid by his rules.

“Nfu, for me bitch-san? You’re spoiling me I see. But do tell me, how do you plan to use this human to appease me?”